#so it’s me 3 of my roommates maybe 2 people on our floor depending on who’s interested

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Kinda fun that I might try and rent a house with some people next year

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Keeping a Secret - Part 3

pairing: Tsukishima x f!manager of Sendai Frogs genre: sexual tension/crack/fluff/slow burn warnings: lots of swear words, tsukki being a a closet softie wc: 7.3k (Ill just stop apologizing for this long chapter updates at this point)

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“Remind me again why are we here.” Tsukishima tells you as soon as he steps foot inside your room. 

He scans the room and immediately notices the mess that it is, particularly the top bunk of the bed which he doesn’t doubt must be your share of it.

On the wall on the left side of the room are posters of seascapes and sea animals of different varieties while the desk bolted under it are framed photos of Sendai Frogs. He recognizes them all;, one was taken from the first win of the team on the first year you joined as the manager. The second is a photo of the team at the gym with the new members that year, including Kyoutani who had just recently joined. The last one is a selfie of you on the bus doing a peace sign and winking at  the camera while everyone was sleeping.

He kinda feels bad for your roommate now. You’re practically hogging the whole room.

You put down your bag on the floor and shoot him a confused look. “To do our project?” 

When you told him to meet in your dorm, he agreed because he thought you meant the common area. After all, he had no reason to think you’d invite him to your room. You two may have disregarded the club incident, tucking it away as a sordid memory from a night of insanity, but that doesn’t mean it is forgotten. However, that doesn’t seem to be the case with you as you appear to genuinely find nothing wrong with the current situation. 

You seat yourself at your table, taking out your laptop and notes from the trip last time.

“Go sit, Tsukishima,” you say without even looking at him as you spread out your notes on the table’s surface as your laptop boots up. 

“We could’ve just done this in the library, or at least in the lobby,” he says as a matter-of-factly.

“True, but I also don’t see any problem with doing it here,” you answer passively, still occupied with arranging your papers. 

He was right. It really does not bother you at all. So, he shouldn’t be bothered with it either. This way, at least, no one would see you and him together. You’re a person he doesn’t want to be associated with hanging around with anyways. 

“Do you always invite your groupmates to your room?” He asks out of curiosity since it didn’t seem like anything for you to just invite him in, as if you didn’t care much about your privacy. 

“Hmm. Depends,” you answer. 

He takes out his own laptop, but still eyes you as he prods further. “On what?”

The curve of your lips tugs up slightly as you sit up straight and lift your gaze away from the notes you took out and finally turn your attention to him.

“I welcome those who won’t get handsy with me.”

“Even if you’re the one who’d get handsy with them?” he boldly counters.

You cock your head to the side with hints of amusement playing across your features, which vexes him. The question was supposed to tear your composure, not entertain you. 

“Alright, let’s get the fucking elephant out of the room since it bothers you so much,” you announce with levity. 

If you’re going to be honest, the kiss still finds its way to your mind sometimes. You just keep pushing it off so that you won’t get stressed out by it. What you find interesting is that he still keeps shoving that fact that you kissed him as if you wanted to do so.

Well, you literally did kiss him, but it’s not like you sought for it prior to the incident. 

It just … happened.

“I’ll come clean, good sir, if you’ll allow me,” you declare sarcastically before setting a more serious tone. “I admit it. It was one hell of a mistake to kiss you. But I didn’t mean to. As ridiculous as it sounds, I really didn’t. It was just one of those stupid, off-the-cuff things people do.” 

Your voice takes an accusatory note when you ask, “And why do you sound like I harassed you or something? Hmm? ‘Cause if I remember correctly.”

You cross your arms and look up, pretending to be deep in thought before facing him again with a fraudulent shock. “Oh right!” you exclaim exaggeratedly. “You kissed me back,” you add in almost a sing-song manner.

You put an elbow on the table and rest your cheek on your palm as you hold his glare with a snide grin. “How about that?” 

He continues shooting daggers at you but you don’t falter. Quite soon enough, he lets up and returns to the passive, apathetic face he usually wears, which signals your victory for the argument. “Like you said, it was one of those dumb on the spot whims.”

You nod agreeably. “Alright, great. Now that that has been established, let me reassure you. It’s never ever gonna happen again. Ever.”  

Your eyes are devoid of any humor while your words drip with firm resolve. Yet, he finds it off that you’re not asking him to do the same given that you both just agreed that you are equally accountable for that imprudent act. He is almost just as guilty. 

“Aren’t you going to ask the same from me?”

Your somber expression breaks into a humored one as a laugh rumbles from your throat. You shake your head in comical delight while you look at him. “No, I won’t. Actually...” you drift off as you scoot closer to him until you’re right beside him. “Give it your best shot.”

You close your eyes and tilt your chin up. Did you really just dare him to kiss you? Kiss those stupid lips and have a repeat of that appalling night? 

Should he?

He would do it just to erase the smug off your face, just to prove you wrong. But similar to that night, he can’t bring himself to do it. He hates the idea of instigating such a thing. 

Even more so now that he’s already had a taste of those lips. Those lips that felt too exquisite that it infuriated him. Those lips that took away his logical thinking. With you offering those lips to him so generously, you make him hate them even more. That pretty face and that playful smile of yours do nothing but add to his fury. 

“Can you get your face away from me?” 

You peek one eye open before bursting into laughter, making his displeasure towards you skyrocket. Why the fuck is he always your laughing stock?

“See? This is why I don’t mind you coming over, Tsukishima. I bet if I strip naked right now, you’d walk out in a heartbeat.”

His scowl deepens. The mental image of your unclad body is very much unwelcome and unappreciated. “Bring that up again and I really will leave,” he snaps. 

Even with your smile intact, your humored expression dissolves a bit and is replaced by a curious guise.

“You know, everyone likes me except you,” you say with no shred of diffidence.  

You really are full of yourself. You might be ‘likeable’ for a lot of people, but that doesn’t mean every single person you meet actually likes you. He’s certain there are people who you rub off the wrong way -- people like him. 

“Isn’t that a bit too conceited, even for you?”

You shrug your shoulders indifferently. “Maybe so. But you’re the only person who shoves your blatant dislike on my face.”

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with it for the past three years,” he replies as he flips his laptop open and boots it up so he can turn his attention somewhere other than you. 

“I didn’t need to work with you like this for the past three years.”

He doesn’t know where you’re going with the conversation so he doesn’t respond anymore. He’s certain you know why he finds you a pain in the neck. You constantly get on his grill with every opportunity you get. Maybe if you didn’t, he could actually tolerate your topsy turvy persona. But it’s as if it’s your personal mission to aggravate him.

“I’m putting the deal I offered during the trip,” you announce.

“What deal?” he asks as he starts typing bullet points of what should be done today so he can go home already.

“Forget I’m the annoying manager when it’s just us two. And I won’t deliberately piss you off.”

He types the last bullet point before returning his attention on you. “Then what? I suddenly become nice to you?”

“Hell no! I’m not asking for a fucking miracle. It’s not like you’re ever nice to anybody. Geez!” you explain derisively. “I just want us to have a conversation where you’re not giving me death glares.”

You give him a smile, one that lacks your usual haughtiness. Still, he can’t tell if you’re being serious or if you’ll actually manage to hold the deal you’re proposing. Truth be told, he wants it. He can’t handle you being your usual if you two have to meet beyond training hours and, even worse, in private. 

If this keeps up, he might end up cursing this subject by the end of the semester, which would be a waste because likes this subject way too much for you to taint it with your idiocy.

“Deliver your end of the bargain. Then you’ll have mine.”

Your eyes twinkle with glee at his semi-approval. “We have a deal then.” 

You go back to where you’re seated a while ago and proceed to start discussing at hand.

--

With the start of the game season, training has become more intense. Coach Mira had the team work on the weak points she identified with the help of  the data you tallied from last season’s games.

“Kyoutani! Do not lower those arms just yet. Keep those elbows up when you block,” Coach yells at him, as Kogane spiked from the other side of the court.

She looks over at the other players practicing their jump serves. She furrows her brows at something. Following her line of sight, you see that it falls on Tsukishima. 

On his next serve, the ball spins ferociously but is of low height that it hits the middle of the night. 

“Y/n,” Coach calls out. She didn’t have to say anything else as she cocks her head to Tsukishima’s direction with a telling expression on her face. She’s asking you to handle him, and you know exactly why. 

Before he can toss the ball for another jump serve, you yell out merrily which you know will definitely catch his ears, “ Tsukki!! ” and jog to where he is. His blank expression turns into a scowl when you reach him. 

“Can you stop calling me that?”

“You’re so mean. Aren’t we close enough for me to call you ‘ Tsukki ’?.” You ask with a dramatic pout and exaggerated false woes that he visibly cringes after hearing it. 

He doesn’t respond to your pretentious act. “Why are you here?”

You instantly lose the cheeky act and get to what Coach Mira wants to let him know. You’re just going to twist the words a bit to his ‘liking.’ 

This is the problem you noticed with Tsukishima, one worse than his rotten way of interacting with the team. He can be incredibly unmotivated at times, and when he is, he only gives the bare minimum amount of effort. 

It’s the one thing you can say you truly dislike about him because he’s a professional athlete for crying out loud. It doesn’t matter if he’s unmotivated, uninspired, or doesn’t feel like trying. He should be disciplined enough to push himself to put as much work as he usually does when training.

“You’re not going to get those serves in with that half-assed attitude of yours,” you say sternly while you eye him with a threatening stare. 

His face scrunches in utter displeasure. He’s well aware that he’s not feeling his best today and he’d rather do blocking drills for the whole raining than do ten consecutive jump serves. 

“Since enthusiasm is the answer to everything else, why don’t you try it?” He bites back, which you obviously weren’t expecting. He’s always irritated when you point out his mistakes, but thus far he has always stayed silent. 

Maybe the amount of time you’re spending together outside the gymnasium has made him reach the limit of his patience… which isn’t even a lot to begin with.

“Are you serious?” you ask incredulously.

Of course he wasn’t. You might have some sort of experience with volleyball (although he doesn’t know to which extent), but jump serves are difficult. The coordination of the toss and the run up to hit it at the right angle is aggravatingly hard to pull off, especially for him since jump serves need tons of practice.

He detests the practice for it; he needs to run, jump, and swing his arm over and over. It is boring and tiring for him because it is purely based on physical prowess, compared to practicing blocking where he’s actually thinking. 

He thought you’d leave him alone when you stepped away. Instead, you come back with a ball in your hand. You dribble it off the floor with unbendable focus as if you’re trying to recall something.

“Are you serious?” he’s the one who asks this time. He was just fucking around. He didn’t expect you’d actually respond to his provocation.

“Yep,” you answer with your full concentration on the ball in your hand as you spin it vertically. Some of the players notice what you’re up to and briefly stop what they’re doing to watch.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You bat them open with burning determination before you toss the ball. 

Instead of watching the ball, he watches your form. There’s no trace of awkwardness in your movements, almost like you’ve done this frequently before. The three-step approach is nearly perfect as you propel yourself up to jump. 

The sharp sound of the ball hitting your hand causes the rest of the gym to look at you. The ball spins ferociously at a height he’s not sure is sufficient to get over the other side of the court. He wishes it won’t. That would be the second worst thing you could ever do to him, the first one being that certain occurrence he’d rather not think about again. 

You falter on your feet when you descend from your leap but you immediately look up to see if your serve makes it. Everyone else, including him, is on the edge as they watch whether the ball will get in or not.

It roughly scrapes the edge of the net, effectively thwarting its velocity. Still, it bounces off and lands inside the opposing court, causing the rest of the team to cheer you on as the ball hits the floor.

You seem to forget for a short while that you did it to spite him as your face beams with inexplicable joy while his contorts with ire. 

Even if the momentum of the ball was broken, you still managed to get it over - the one thing he hadn’t been able to do from his last eight attempts. Meanwhile, you did it on your first. 

You definitely had a lot of experience in high school. No beginner can manage to do a jump serve like that, even if it was flawed.

‘Shit,’ he silently curses when you face him with a cocky grin disguised as a pleasant one. 

“Who knew that my experience being an outside hitter and captain of my high school team would still be useful as your manager?” you ask as you slowly walk towards him.

He doesn’ expect that your knowledge about the sport came from first-hand experience. He thought you’re manager of another team previously or just a crazy volleyball enthusiast.

You pick up another ball and softly push it against his rib as you look up to him with contempt. “Don’t tell me I can do better than you,” you spur him on with squinted eyes.

He snatches the ball away from your hands and steps back from the serving line. He spins the ball one time and tosses it high. Instead of a three-step approach, he makes it a four to increase his vertical jump. He tosses it high enough and channels all his rage for you at the ball. 

With how high he jumped, the ball easily goes over the net. Its trajectory curves when it crosses over and hits a spot a little bit just beyond the end line.

He clenches his fist at his another failed attempt despite exerting more than necessary effort for that shot. He avoids looking at you for he’d be put in an even worse mood if sees that taunting grin of yours. 

But of course you had to make yourself seen and intentionally go in front of him with an impressed look in your face instead of a condescending one. 

“That was great! Holy shit. It was just a smidge out. Wow.” You applaud him earnestly, and as much as he despises it, it makes him a little less bad about that missed shot. 

“Can you leave me alone now?” He drives you away to fend off the stupid feeling. He’d rather you just walk away and don’t say anything. “Not like that serve mattered,” he mutters in annoyance.

“What are you talking about? It was awesome!” you yell out with your eyes shining with flagrant admiration, which annoyingly strokes his ego. 

“Just a bit less and it would have been in a spot difficult to return,” you remark as you pat his shoulders approvingly before heeding his request to leave and go back to where Coach is. 

“Sorry, Coach. I distracted everyone else,” you scratch your head with an apologetic smile when you return. 

“I’d tell you off, but everyone seems more motivated now, so good work I guess,” she commends you with a satisfactory tone.

“He looks really pissed though,” Coach Mira adds as she glances at the blonde middle blocker.

“More than you know, Coach,” you reply with a wide smile as he serves another ball and gets it in this time. 

--

Prior to your meeting with Tsukishima today, you proposed to finish the project as soon as possible so you can both focus on other other uni subjects on top of training hours. He immediately agreed, which didn’t surprise you because even though it’s not game season, you’re pretty sure he can’t wait to stop having to see you.

The project’s deadline is in three months, but you believe you can finish it in less than two if you meet up at least twice a week to work on it.

It should be okay, given that you both agreed to have a truce of some sort from the usual dynamic of your relationship. You actually think that it’s not going to work out smoothly, but you still suggested it with the hopes of decreasing his animosity towards you. Yes, it’s fun and amusing most of the time, but outside the gym where you’re just a classmate and not his manager, it’s kinda draining to deal with it. 

“Won’t your roommate mind if there’s a stranger in your room?” he asks as he sits down and rummages through his bag. 

“Oh.” You thought he already figured it out because he didn’t ask about it on his first visit. “Didn’t I tell you before? I don’t have a roommate.” 

His eyes immediately go to your bunk bed that you didn’t bother getting replaced because it’s convenient when you’re too tired. You usually just mindlessly throw your stuff at the top bunk for a later clean-up.

“Wanted the whole room to myself,” you add.

“Spoiled, little rich brat, aren’t you?” He really doesn’t have much basis for his statement. He just wants to say something nasty and sneer at you because he wants to get back at how you called him out during training the other day.

When he meets your gaze, you raise an eyebrow at him, reminding him about your agreement while working on the project. He purses his lips to the side and returns to his passive expression without saying anything. You roll your eyes in response.

“Well if being a scholar while working as your manager is being a spoiled rich brat, then by all means. Do consider me one,” you answer before looking back on your screen. 

He would have never thought you were a university scholar. You don’t look like the type. You’re way too carefree and all over the place. He would’ve thought it was a joke, if not for the tiny offended glint he caught when he said you’re a spoiled brat.

That’s exactly the reaction he wants to get from you, yet it didn’t feel satisfactory. On the contrary, it’s making him feel like a prick. He is being one, but he doesn’t expect to feel like one, especially towards you who does nothing but get on his skin. 

Still, hell would freeze over before he apologizes. Instead, he prods on the topic.

“Why would you even work as a manager if you’re already a scholar?”

It doesn’t make sense to him. You don’t need the work if your university fees are already waived. It will just pile on to the academic requirements you will need to maintain. 

Your hand stops scrolling on your mouse as your eyes soften, still  remaining on your laptop. “Cause I love it,” you utter like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

The look in your eyes is instantly replaced by mockery when you lift them to meet his. 

“Someone’s being inquisitive today.”

He gets his headphones out and plugs it to his laptop. He really is curious why you chose you to be their manager, but you just had to be an obnoxious bitch and break the agreement you offered to him just the other day. 

He knows you’re too much of a chaos to actually pull it off, so instead of wasting his energy by being irritated by you for the day, he’d rather pretend you’re not there.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” you say loudly with a wide smile, yet he can see the sincerity of the apology through the slight panic in your orbs. You must have realized he’s had enough of your shit. “My bad. Old habits hard.” You laugh nervously. 

You speak again when he puts down his headphones on the table. “I may have quit the sport, but I still love it. I love taking care of players like you guys who have the same passion for it.”

“Doesn’t seem like it’s worth it,” he comments with unheld honesty. You could have a lot of time off of your hands if you quit being their manager. You don’t even need the job.

You plant your hands on the floor and lean back as your gaze drifts to the photos of the team displayed on your desk.

“You might be right. A marine science student dedicating her time on sports even though she’s not an athlete? It does sound impractical. But,” you revert your eyes back to him as you continue on, “it makes me happy. That alone makes it worth it. Even if I don’t get paid, I’d still do it.”

Your face glows with pride and joy with your last statement, completely undeterred by his earlier cynicism. If anything, you look even more convinced that you’re doing the right thing. 

He can’t tell if he finds it admirable or disturbing. Probably the latter.

“There’s more to life than just sleep, study, and survive, don’t you think?” 

It was a rhetorical question that he would’ve still refuted if someone told him that years ago. Back in his freshman year in high school, he thought overzealous passion was stupid. Unless an individual is some sort of prodigy, it wouldn’t get them anywhere even if they keep trying to death.

Still, he put in a lot of work -- more than he should -- when he was playing in Karasuno. What was just a club became entirely something else for him, which, up until now, he still hasn’t put quite a finger on. 

When he graduated from Karasuno, he wasn’t sure what to do. He wanted to continue playing, but there was a nagging feeling behind his head that he shouldn’t. He thought that that part of his life was already over and while it was good while it lasted, it was time to move one. 

Yet, when he was handed out an application form for the university’s college team, he found himself grabbing the sheet of paper. 

He didn’t have any reason to pursue it beyond high school. He knows he’s good, but he’s not that good. He was at university already. It was time to focus on his future and ignore the itch to hold the ball with five other players on his side of the court.

What’s even more absurd was the next day, he submitted the application form and tried out for the team. He said to himself it wouldn’t hurt to go on playing until he has finally had enough. He’d just ride it out until he got tired of it. 

In his sophomore year, he was scouted by Sendai Frogs and that’s when he knew that the unreasonable passion he has for volleyball is not going to go away. Even now in his graduating semester, he’s still not ready to give it up.

He won’t admit it in your face, but, in a way, he can agree with what you just said. Life is more than just getting by and surviving. That’s the only reason he can think of to justify his choice to continue volleyball: so that he wouldn’t have this constant dissonance that pursuing the sport is a vacuous path he’s treading on. 

“Anyways, back to work now, yeah?”

You smile briefly at him and return to the research you’re tasked to do. He puts his headphones back in his bag and gets back to his own task as well.

He thought all is well and you won’t pester him until you both finish what you’re supposed to accomplish for the day. Unfortunately, he thought wrong. 

You suddenly close your laptop and start whining. 

“Tsukki.”

As usual, he does his best to not acknowledge your existence. 

“Tsukkiii, ” you whine louder. 

For the love of God, you sound the most annoying when you use his nickname. Even though you’ve used it several times now, he’s still not used to it. In fact, he does not believe he will ever get used to it. Shimizu and Yachi not even once called him that, and they were more respectable managers than you are. Sort of. It doesn’t matter that you’re more active and hands on when managing the team.

“Tsuuuk -”

“What?!” You successfully manage to get his eyes off the screen.

“I’m bored,” you pout. 

He glares at you unbelievably. What are you, a five-year-old? 

“And that is my problem, how?” he asks with disdain. 

“Aren’t you getting tired?” you ask back, unfazed by his blatant irritation. But then again, you never are. 

He is getting tired too, but he’d rather drag his brains and eyes out than rest and extend the time he’s going to spend with you. 

“Let’s take a break, please, ” you cry out with pleading eyes. 

“I don’t care what you do. Just leave me out of it.” He puts his attention back on his laptop and looks for the journal article he found significant among the other tabs he opened. 

“I’ll feel guilty if I see you still at it while I goof around,” you admit. 

He really couldn’t care any less. None of what you’re blabbering about is any of his concern. If you keep at it, he’ll just take out his headphones again to drown out your childish whining. 

“I know!” You suddenly perk up. “Let’s review for our quiz,” you suggest eagerly. “We have one tomorrow, right?”

He almost smirks at your suggestion, but he manages to suppress it. He’d rather not let you see that he’s pleasantly amused with your suggestion. 

He didn’t expect that that was your idea of taking a break. He thought you were going to propose something completely absurd like watch stupid videos online because that’s something he could totally see you doing on your free time. 

But yeah, he can definitely use a review. It would be a productive break from the strenuous researching and writing you two have been doing. 

Even though he still hasn’t verbally agreed, you continue on. “To make it interesting, there’s a penalty for every wrong answer.”

He sits up straight, pushing his glasses closer to his face as you successfully gain his full attention. “What penalty?”

Your smile widens when you realize that he’s finally acknowledging your idea of taking a break. 

“Okay, okay.” You rub your hands together in excitement before you clasp them together. “For every wrong answer you get, you need to say something nice about me. And of course vice versa.”

He scowls at the idea. “I prefer the opposite. Get the answer wrong and you get insulted. That sounds more of a punishment.”

You shake your head with your lips pressed into a thin line from disapproval. “Nope. If I get even one wrong answer. I’m sure you’ll get into a litany of rude shit you piled up against me over the years. And I’ll just sit here uncaringly receiving your fury. Does that excite you?”

Hell no. It will infuriate him even more if he throws something at you and you just take it apathetically. But he still doesn’t agree with your initial mechanics. It’s not fair to him.

“No, it doesn’t. But the consequence of a wrong answer is too easy for you.”

You place a palm on your chest and gape at him. “Me? Too easy for me ?” 

You break into a boisterous laugh while still maintaining eye contact with him. He just stares back at you stupefied with no idea what you found so hilarious.

“Tsukishima,” you say after recovering from your disparaging hoots of laughter. “I can think of literally one nice thing about you. Maybe two if I tried hard enough,” you explain with your face still crinkled with the laughter you’re trying hard to contain. 

If you’re trying to provok him to take on your challenge, you definitely succeeding. “Fine,” he hisses. 

Your laughter is completely thwarted when your eyes widen with delight as he succumbs to your plan. 

“Great! Okay, two more rules. One, objective questions only. Two, we can’t say anything that involves Volleyball. For example, you can’t tell me that I’m a great manager, because I’m very much aware of that already, okay?”

His frown only deepens from your conceitedness, only to realize that that’s the only aspect of you he’d consider complimenting you about. 

“But there is nothing else nice about you other than that,” he says without any trace of sarcasm or ridicule, only stating what he considers the truth. 

But you don’t take any offense in his statement. You’re expecting as much. That’s why you added two more rules to push the both of you to take the review seriously.

“Better not get anything wrong then,” you counter easily because it’s as simple as that. It’s a review just for a quiz after all. He shouldn’t be that worried.

“Thirty minutes to review. Then let’s start the quiz?”

You take that he’s fine with it since he closes his laptop and gets his set of notes from his bag.

You get your phone and set a thirty minute timer. You do just as he does and focus on your own notes, skimming over the last two chapters covered during lectures. You concentrate on your learning materials but the alarm sets off after what seemed like ten minutes to you.

You frantically check your phone to see if you put the wrong time, but you didn’t. Thirty minute have indeed passed. 

When you glance at Tsukishima, he’s already looking at you with crossed arms and a self-satisfied smirk. He must have finished before the timer went off. He wouldn’t have that smug expression if not. 

Even though you haven’t fully gone over the last parts of the lesson covered, you can’t help but be enlivened at how competitive he is. He must really hate losing. 

You notice it too with the way he plays volleyball. He might look calm on the surface, but you know he wants to crush his opponents. And right now, that opponent is you. 

His muted excitement affects you. Even though you’re not totally prepared, you’re confident with your own wits. 

“Ladies first, so go ahead, Tsukishima.”

He clicks his tongue, his usual habit when he’s irked with something, but this one was forced to make it appear as if he didn’t like what you said. But you can tell that he doesn’t give a shit about that and he actually can’t wait to ask away just to so you can get it wrong.

Unfortunately for him though, you two are just exchanging questions when your mini game starts. He answers your questions without hesitation and you do just the same since most of his questions are in your own list that’s supposed to be for him.

“What’s the movable membrane found on the eyes of amphibians?” It’s his sixth question that has you racking your brain for the correct answer. When you don’t respond immediately, he sniggers like he’s already won. 

But you do know the answer, or at least the first letter of it. It's the letter N. N-something membrane.

“Nictaling membrane,” you answer unsurely. 

The spread of his wicked smile immediately tells you you’re wrong. “It’s nictating,” he corrects you. 

“Oh come on! I’m just one letter off,” you strongly reason out.

“Yeah, and that would still be marked wrong in the actual quiz,” he refutes.

Damn it. He’s right. That one letter makes a whole lot of difference your professor will definitely not let go.

He places one elbow on the table and rests his chin at the back of his hand, keeping his eyes trained on you as he silently anticipates for you to pay the price of your penalty.

You bite your lip disquietly when you realize the rule you set was a double-edged sword for you can’t also think of anything nice to say about him. There’s that terrible attitude of his which is usually your source of fun, but not exactly something you can call nice. 

You have something in your mind, but your pride won’t let you voice it out. 

He starts tapping the table with his fingers. “You’re wasting both our time, y/n.”

You accept your defeat and tell him anyway. “Fine. I think you’re smarter than me,” you confess. 

You expect him to agree unanimously, but instead he looks at you stupefied, blinking a few times without saying anything. 

“But you’re a scholar,” he remarks. You’re not sure if he just disagreed with you or he’s just putting that fact out in the open. 

“Well, yeah. But I’m just really good at studying and have good time management. You’re actually smart. You’re critical with stuff,” you explain. 

You cheated a bit with your answer since most of your basis is from volleyball games. Although your trip last time is also proof of that. He provided really good input on how you should go about with the project. 

“Okay! Moving on,” you proceed before he can comment further on what you just said and milk it to his benefit.

You ask another question, which he also knows that correct answer to. Originally, you just wanted a fun but effective way of reviewing, but now you kind of want him to get at least one question wrong so you can get even. 

“What do you call the structure the lower vertebrae of anurans is fused into?” he asks another difficult question. 

You rub your palms on your face, your frustration clouding your mind from recalling what it could possibly be. You push your hair back and sigh when you realize that you’re not getting this one either. 

“I don’t know,” you surrender. 

His current expression is the most lively one you’ve ever seen from him outside volleyball games, but it isn't a pleasant one. He looks like a villain whose evil master plan is coming to fruition. 

Maybe you should’ve just agreed with his earlier suggestion to get insulted when you get it incorrectly. You would’ve just sit it out and brush it off afterwards, not make your brain hurt even more from thinking about non-existent good traits from the guy across your table. 

You look around as you desperately try to think of something remotely nice about him.

“Oh,” your eyes meet his right the moment you recall that instance, and form a genuine smile as you remember it once more. 

“It was real nice of you to let me lean on you on the way back to Miyagi last week.”

He removes his elbow from the table and fixes his posture, losing the lax and confident aura he had two questions ago. 

“You would have woken up face down on the bus floor if I didn’t,” he says defensively as if what he did needs that explanation for it to be acceptable. 

You honestly thought he’d rather let you fall flat on the floor. You’re about to ask him back then if he was sure, but you just accepted his angry, yet generous offer which you didn’t expect to come from him.

“I know. I just didn’t think you’d let me rest on your shoulder, so thanks,” you say earnestly, not a trace of your usual cheekiness present. 

“It felt nice and comfortable” you add reservedly. You’ve been wanting to thank him but you didn’t know how to bring it up without being awkward for you’re only used to dealing with grouchy Tsukishima.

It’s only then you realize that despite his palpable dislike towards you, he’s not a complete asshole and still cared enough for your welfare that time.

He remains expressionless with his eyes drifting down to his notes, avoiding your gaze as he does so. “The answer is coccyx, also called urostyle,” he ushers back to the question you got wrong, dismissing what you just divulged, which you’re thankful for because you feel like fidgeting with what just dawned on you.

“My turn again then!” you said too loudly as you try to shake off the feeling and put your focus back on the review.

You read the only item left in your list, still hoping that he gets it wrong since this is the last. 

“What part of the amphibian nervous system regulates heart and respiratory rates?”

Unlike previous questions, he doesn’t answer off the bat this time.

“You’re wasting both our time, Tsukishima,” you repeat what he said to you earlier even though it's only been seconds after you uttered your question. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I know the answer,” he declares with reassured confidence. “It’s the cerebrum.”

You decide to hold his gaze for two second before you burst his bubble. “Fucking finally!” you rejoice in his defeat. 

“Close enough, Tsukishima. It’s the cerebellum,” you announce all too cheerfully.

He hurriedly gets his notes and cross checks if you’re actually telling the truth. You just watch him scramble with a very pleased smile on your face as he goes rigid. 

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself. He must have seen that you were telling the truth.

You start squirming in your seat. Oh man, you’re way too excited to hear what he has to say about you. You want to egg him on, to tell him to hurry up but that might affect what he’s going to say so you force yourself to shut up. 

He raises his gaze at you while you make sure you’re not smiling too wide to annoy him even though you’re reeling from anticipation. 

He still doesn’t say anything, but you know he’s thinking based on the way he’s studying your face. 

“You have a slightly above average face.”

You run that by again in your head, not understanding what he meant by it at first. 

Above average face? Did he just say you’re pretty if translated from a socially incapacitated person’s language? Is that why he was staring so hard at you?

Of all the things he could choose to say something about, he decides to compliment your appearance? You know that you're a bit good-looking, but you don’t think he notices it. He doesn’t seem to be the type to care about that stuff.

Even when you first met, he just looked at you with a vacant expression and greeted you blandly out of courtesy while the rest of the team ogled at you. His apathetic eyes eventually turned scornful over time because of how often you pick on him, and despite that, he does acknowledge that you are pretty.

You’re used to being showered with admiration because of your face so you’ve developed a natural response to it: a gleeful smile with a spritely ‘aww, thanks!’

But with Tsukishima, it doesn’t kick in. Instead, you avert your gaze away from the unwanted fluttering in your chest. You can’t even look him in the eye as you try to collect yourself and think how you’ll respond to that without looking flustered. 

What the heck is wrong with you? That could hardly be called a compliment. Now that you think about it, it actually sounded sort of like a product review with its lack of any fondness. 

With that in mind, you manage to regain some of your composure and offer him a faint. “Um, thanks.”  

Tsukishima looks at his two remaining questions he listed and even though he’s winning the game, he doesn’t feel victorious at all. Your confessions did nothing to make him feel good about himself. They were too sincere that they made him uneasy.

He also doesn’t like that he had to admit you’re pretty. He expected you’re gonna make a fuss about it. He actually would’ve preferred that than you being uncharacteristically embarrassed about it.

Something weird is definitely going on. You’re not acting like yourself and neither is he. There had been too many opportunities to badger you, but he just let them pass by. Same with you. You could have easily teased him about letting you know he finds you attractive.

“I’m out of questions,” he lies to end the damn review. 

“Me too, actually,” you say with an apprehensive laugh.

So it’s not just him. You also feel the change in the atmosphere between you two. Your smile is uncertain and you look like you don't know what to do to remedy the situation -- that is, if you even know what’s wrong with it because he sure as hell doesn’t. 

But even if he has no idea what’s going on, fortunately, he knows how to end it.

“I’m tired. I’m calling it a day,” he says as he starts packing up his stuff. 

You seem to agree since you don’t say anything and just watch him collect his things. You only react when he stands up. 

“Oh yeah. Sure!” You stand up as well.

“I can see my way out on my own,” he stops you when you start to head for the door.  

You freeze on the spot then nod timidly. “Okay.”

As soon as he steps out and closes the door, you plop yourself back to where you were sitting. You grasp the edges of your table as you softly bang your head against it, gasping a heavy breath of relief when the air becomes undoubtedly lighter after he is gone.

“What the fuck was that?” you mumble with your cheek against the wooden surface. 

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[atypicalbipolar]

Questions about the psych ward you’re afraid to ask

I was inpatient at three different hospitals in the Boston area between 2017 and 2018. Newton Wellesley Hospital (NWH) January 2017, McLean June 2018 and Mass General Hospital (MGH) twice September 2017 and November 2018

What about my phone? In January 2017 NWH did not allow cell phones. I went to the ER (at my hospital, MGH) with my mom in crisis. She had my phone, and kept it with her when they decided to admit me and send me to NWH. If you ended up on this unit with your phone they collected it with your valuables and handed them over to security for the duration of your stay. There were two computers in the OT room that we were allowed to use when the room was staffed. (So beware of logging into sites you had two factor authentication set up for new computers)

The other two places allowed phones with restrictions. At MGH the nurses kept our chargers locked in the laundry closet, all together. I still have my medical id sticker on my charger. If I remember correctly you had to surrender your phone at night. At McLean they supplied their own bank of chargers out in the common areas. We needed to be up and out of bed for vitals before we could use our phones.

You’re encouraged to not be on your phone so much, as you’re there for treatment. It’s hard to strike a balance because I did want to stay on social media, but I didn’t want to say anything about being in the hospital. The first stay at NWH was actually helpful for me as a detox. I do use my phone too much and being psychotic and on social media is not a good mix for me.

What do I wear? I wore my clothes in each unit. But each place had different expectations. At MGH it was perfectly acceptable for you to spend the day in your hospital PJs as long as you kept your hygiene. I hated those PJs, they were too warm and ill fitting so I wore my own clothes during the day.

NWH had an expectation that you were dressed in your own clothes. I remember they had a washer and dryer and staff would assist with laundry. What's important to know is that everything you bring in is screened for contraband and unsafe items. You can't wear clothing with drawstrings and that includes shoelaces. A lot of my sweatpants and hoodies had drawstrings. For one pair of sweats I let them cut the drawstring because I really wanted to wear it.

This is one of the reasons why it's helpful to have family or friends have access to where you live so you can get some creature comforts. And when I heard the laundry machine wasn't the cleanest at MGH I just cycled a few days of clothes with mom.

Do they feed you? Yes and it's hospital food. That means at both NWH and MGH I was given a menu to order each day, like any other patient there. There was also a fridge/cabinet area off the common room for snacks and drinks. Instead at McLean Sodexo had a contract to provide food. There was no menu as they brought meals to the dining room. You didn't have a choice in food but if you had your phone and cash you could call for delivery. There were binders of menus by the entryway. But as someone who has to keep an eye out for crohn's food triggers I did not enjoy having less control over my food.

Where do I sleep? The number of patients on the floor is based on the beds they have. At NWH I had a roommate and we had a room big enough for drawers/shelves, chairs, but shared a desk. We had our own bathroom, but had to be let into a common shower by staff. The unit was pretty old and claustrophobic and the plumbing and heating proved that. At McLean it was similar, except there were common floor bathrooms and showers.

MGH had real adjustable hospital beds and bathrooms with showers attached. Staff will still do their 15 minute checks and will knock on your bathroom door.

Checks? Staff must visually count you every 15 minutes. The person who is assigned that role will usually have a clipboard or list to check everyone off. At night it means opening your room’s door and visually spotting that you’re in bed, alive. After the first couple nights you usually can ignore it.

If you are having a hard time and dealing with suicidal ideation, or intrusive thoughts, you should let staff know. They may put you on a 5 minute list, meaning you’ll see them around more often.

What do I do?   You’ll be assigned a care time to work on a treatment plan. Usually a psychiatrist and nurse will meet with you each morning, sometimes there’s more people like a social worker on your team as well. Whatever brought you to the hospital will be worked on, with the goal to stabilize you. That is their priority. In the meantime between rounds, meds, and meals there are groups scheduled. What’s available depends on the unit you’re in. There could be morning and evening check-ins where you just talk about the day as a group. Could be light exercise or yoga groups. Pet therapy and music therapy break up the day but it's all dependent on staffing levels. The pets are handled by volunteers for example when I saw them at MGH.

Back when I was at NWH I remember there were a lot of groups. From right after breakfast until post dinner check out. At MGH there were far fewer. The big difference was MGH’s visitor policy so the evenings were a lot more open. At NWH there was only a certain time in the evening that family and friends could visit during the week. And yes you’re expected to go to groups. Staff keeps track, and notes will go into your file. It will help, if not right now, then later when your care team sees good progress notes in your file. Even if you’re not into it, it’s a way to pass time and stay out of your room.

Weekends are quiet, sometimes to the point of utter boredom. There’s less activity and you will often just see the doctor on call instead of your assigned team. Depending on staff coverage there might be some structured activity, like open art block but not nearly as much as during the week. They emphasize visitor time.

Can I go outside? Depends on how the unit is set up and staffing. McLean is on a campus and I was there in June so I was lucky to go outside. There was a level of privilege - staff needs to know you're stable enough to go out. NWH had a little enclosed outdoor space that staff worked hard to clear ice from. I was so glad to get out. But unfortunately you can't go outside if you stay at MGH. There's not enough staffing or much of a protocol. Besides, the closest outdoor space to Blake 11 is right at the front entrance where cars do drop off.

What are rounds? All three of the hospitals are teaching hospitals meaning they’re affiliated with a medical school. I didn’t just see a psychiatrist. At the bare minimum I also saw a resident, a doctor who is in training and has picked psychiatry as their specialty. I remember a couple days the doctor let the resident interview me. I am pretty relaxed when it comes to teaching hospitals as I’ve only ever gone to MGH. But they have to ask you for permission. They want you to be involved in your treatment plan and give consent. If you're not comfortable having more bodies in the room then necessary you should speak up. And if you talk to your assigned nurse for the shift they will relay a message to the doctor.

What’s a shift? The floor has to be staffed 24 hours. There are different coverage levels for each shift. Night is the lightest for example as everyone is supposed to be asleep or in their rooms and quiet. Day shift is the busiest, with people running various groups as well as rounds happening. I remember NWH had 3 8 hour shift rotation and MGH had 2 12 hour shift rotation. I remember when I first went to MGH I was so confused because everything was different from NWH. They even called their non nursing staff different terms, probably because of the job requirements.

How long do I stay? Everyone’s treatment plan is different. For example someone who arrived after you may leave before you do. Generally your care team will try to figure out what’s going on and a game plan when you meet them for the first time. I’ve stayed about a week, maybe a little more depending on the stay. I stayed longer at NWH, but it was my first admission and I had a psychotic break while on steroids so it was more complicated. And my last stay at MGH was longer because we were doing a major treatment change, and rediagnosis. I woke up on the unit at MGH again and asked for a sleep study, but the attending had looked through my file of all the other admissions and diagnosed me as bipolar. I switched over to lithium which needed to be monitored and increased slowly.

What's next? For me I went to partial after I was discharged. I remembered as a teen when I was diagnosed with Depression I went to partial after being in the hospital. I found it's helpful to ease the transition. You might have only been hospitalized for a few days but it's a completely different routine. It's like going from 0 miles per hour back to 60 very quickly. Partial is a therapy program set up with structured groups during the day but you sleep at home and commute.

Tips

It is easier staying in the hospital when you can have visitors, especially someone who can bring you things. It is easier to have your phone to coordinate visitors.

Unless your psychiatrist and you agree to prearrange an admission, you will most likely be coming from the ER. Two times of the four I was put into an ambulance and sent to another hospital. The other two times I was sent upstairs to MGH’s unit on Blake 11.

Odds are there is no air conditioning. Don't expect any windows that can open either. Sometimes the temperature in the unit really varies, so you might want to wear layers.

You do not need to make friends. It does help to pass the time if you can talk to people, and you may feel less alone. If there's issues with your roommate you can ask staff for help.

Figure out when the meals should be delivered so you're ready. Sometimes they are late or they forget your tray. Try to be nice no matter what. I've never gotten warm food that was too cold for me but I've heard staff offer to nuke it in the microwave.

If you're at a teaching hospital be prepared for students to visit as well. I saw many nursing students at MGH. I would chat then up. It's a change of pace. I remember a medical student was on my care team and gave me psychological testing.

[starryviolentine]

Color Me Blue (That’s Me Without You): A Pre-Apocalypse Story

Part 1 (here)     Part 2 (here)     Part 3 (here)

Part 4/10: Brody

One of Brody’s favorite feelings in the whole world is the amazing sensation that comes from finally getting out of the car and stretching your legs after a long road trip. Stepping outside after being cooped up for hours, just getting to feel the earth under your feet again and breathing in all that fresh air... it’s absolutely glorious. The family SUV pulls up to the gates of Ericson’s Boarding School in the late afternoon on the last day before classes resume and the auburn-haired girl hops out, sun-kissed and glowing from their trip to the coast. Spending time with her mom, dad and brothers out on the Chesapeake Bay made for a weekend straight out of a dream, but Brody’s so happy to be back.

It’s a shame that not everyone feels the same way about Ericson’s. Brody loves it here, and these days she’s enjoying just about everything about her life at school. Just in case anybody asks, she has a list prepared of the three biggest reasons why she’s glad to be back home. Her second home, that is. That’s how much she likes her school.

One, she’s reading a wonderful book in English class and has been dying to find out what happens next. She meant to bring it with her over the weekend so she could get a head start on this week’s reading assignment, but she ended up forgetting it on her desk. Two, the pool is scheduled to open for the season in just a few more days. She’s been looking forward to it for weeks and has even been counting down the days on her calendar. Three, she can’t wait to see all of her friends. Even though she was only gone for a few days, she missed everyone so much, especially her best friend, Violet, and her new friend...

Actually, Brody’s not sure if “new friend” is the right way to describe Therissa. They’ve known each other for a long time. They’ve been roommates ever since Brody was ten. Even though Therissa was moody and mean to her sometimes, she was always there whenever she really needed her. Brody never doubted that deep, deep down the grumpy teenager had a kind heart, even though she didn’t like to show it. Although Brody has always liked Therissa, it was mostly one-sided… or that’s how it felt, at least. But not anymore! Therissa has been so much nicer, and she even hangs out with her and Violet sometimes. Brody truly thinks that they can consider themselves to be real friends now. And whenever she thinks about that, well, she feels like her heart could burst.  

That’s why Brody doesn’t shed a single tear while saying her goodbyes today. As much as she loves her family, and as much as she misses them while she’s at school, so much of Brody’s happiness is right here at Ericson’s. There are hugs and kisses all around, and as the rest of the Buresses pack into the car and drive away, Brody stands at the gates and waves until they’re completely out of sight.

After that, though, she grabs her duffel bag and runs through the school grounds, making a beeline straight back to the dormitories. Along the way, Brody passes lots of familiar faces, and she beams and waves to all of her friends. There’s Sheldon and Trey kicking around a hacky sack on the lawn by the admin building, and Brody pauses just for a minute to say hi to Maddie and Erin who are having a clapping game competition by the courtyard fountain, but then she continues on to the residence hall. In her rush to get upstairs to her bedroom, she almost forgets to check in with the dorm leader to let her know that she’s back, but once everything’s taken care of, she heads down the hall to the central staircase.

Halfway upstairs, Brody spots a certain someone immediately. The girl is sitting on the arm of one of the chairs in the lounge, and even though she’s facing the opposite direction and Brody can’t see her face, she would recognize that long blonde hair anywhere.

“Vi!”

Violet knows that voice. She whips her head around. “Brody?”

Dropping her bag in the middle of the floor, Brody rushes over to Violet and throws her arms around her in an enormous hug. The sudden impact causes Violet to lose her balance and both girls fall in a heap into the seat of the armchair. This sends Brody into a fit of giggles, but she squeezes her friend tighter than ever. Violet is a little squished and her elbow is jammed uncomfortably into that crevice between the chair arm and the seat cushion, but she hugs Brody back as best as she can from her position underneath her.

Violet reaches her limit when she starts to lose feeling in her arms. Her neck is also starting to hurt. “Okay, get off me, please…”

Still beaming, Brody untangles herself from her friend and stands back up. “Did you miss me?”

“You were only gone for four days.”

“I know, but I still missed you.”

Brody has always been observant. She pays attention to little details that most people overlook, and she has a sharp eye for noticing even the most minor changes, like when somebody parts their hair to the opposite side, or when they leave two buttons open on their shirt instead of one. When Erin changed the color of her braces bands from turquoise to teal, Brody was the only one who could tell.

So when Violet gets up from the chair and dusts herself off, letting her friend get a good look at her for the first time since she got back, Brody spots the difference right away.

“Whoa, Vi, your nails!”

Violet instinctively takes a step back and tries to hide her hands behind her back.

“Wait! Let me see!” Growing up with two older brothers allows Brody to wrestle Violet’s limbs from behind her with ease. She gasps, jaw dropping open. “You… When did you paint your nails?”

“I… I didn’t-”

“They’re so pretty,” gushes Brody, voice full of admiration and just a pinch of envy. “Oh, you’re so lucky! Did you do them yourself?”  

The extra attention makes Violet feel kind of embarrassed and she scratches the back of her neck with her free hand. “No, it’s just… Therissa asked, so I let her.”

Brody goes quiet as her brain reels. Therissa? Therissa never lets anyone touch her stuff. Therissa never invites them to hang out… it’s always the other way around. “She did?”

“Yeah,” Violet says, wriggling her arm free. “It’s not a big deal. Come on, Louis said that they’re giving away popsicles in the cafeteria today. Wanna grab one?”

Normally, a popsicle would have been the perfect ending to a perfect weekend, but hearing that her roommates spent time together without her is making Brody wish that she stayed at school over the weekend as well. Now she just feels disappointed that she missed out on a lot of fun. Painting their nails together? Something like that is a billion times more special than a fruity frozen treat. Brody holds her hands out in front of her. Just think, if she had only stayed behind another day or two, she might have colorful fingernails right now, too...

“Hello? Popsicles?” Violet repeats. “Are you coming or what?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Brody agrees quickly, trying to shake off these not-so-happy feelings threatening to ruin her good mood. “Let me drop my stuff off in our room first.”

During the walk to their bedroom, Brody tries to convince herself that there’s nothing to be upset about. Now that she’s back at school, maybe Therissa will offer to paint her nails, too. Of course, her mother wouldn’t approve. In the Burress household, the rule about that always has been, and always will be, no makeup or nail polish until she’s older. On one hand, Brody knows that she shouldn’t go behind her mother’s back, but on the other…

If Therissa asked…

Oh, there’s no way she could say no!

Brody has to admit that there may be times when she gets a tiny, nagging feeling inside her that maybe Therissa doesn’t like her as much as she likes Violet. It’s easier for Therissa and Violet to crack jokes with each other because they seem to have a similar sense of humor. Recently, they’ve started teasing each other a whole lot, but not in a way that’s meant to be mean. It reminds Brody of the silly way that she and her siblings act around one another. Therissa doesn’t do it with her, though. Only with Violet.

And sometimes that makes Brody feel a little left out.

Dr. Larson told her that depending on who you’re with, affection can take on many different shapes, so just because Therissa acts a certain way with Violet doesn’t mean that she likes Brody any less. Even though this makes sense in her head, sometimes her heart could really use a reminder. Brody hopes that Therissa will be there when she gets to their room because, surely, just talking to the teen again like normal will be enough proof that everything’s fine and that she’s just worrying for nothing.

After all, they are real friends now.

Right?

[lasercruz]

@quarterdollar​ fuck you and im sorry that i took so long to answer and i hope that im mostly coherent because i am. very tired as im typing this

1: Full name Nicky Jackie Marie Cruz !!

2: Age 21

3: 3 Fears Mold, tall heights if I’m not secured (like, I’m not scared of rollercoaster heights but I’m scared of like, cliffs), and balloons esp balloon animals

4: 3 things I love I love so many things uhh hh h. Jjba, adventure zone, and my friendssss 💞

I know turn ons/offs aren’t inherently sexual but i never know what to say for them so im skipping them :0

7: My best friend you 🥺🥺

8: Sexual orientation bi

9: My best first date ive never really been on a actual date :0

10: How tall am I 5′3

11: What do I miss being with my friends physically and just watching stuff or goofing around on the floor 😭

12: What time were I born 11:02pm

13: Favourite color Dark blues

14: Do I have a crush yes shh

15: Favourite quote there so much sappy quotes that are on uquizzes a lot that i like a lot the first that comes to mind is “ You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.” and so on and also “if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more”

16: Favourite place As far as just physically and not like people or other stuff that comes with with a place, I miss VT campus a lot tbh more than I thought I would. To pick a more specific place, the gazebo at the duck pond cause its where I’d go if I wanted to be alone or like if my roommate was sleeping or working and i didnt want to worry about being quite and it was always super peaceful

17: Favourite food I dont really have One favorite food it just depends what I’m in the mood for but my go to answer for favorite food category wise is either chinese or seafood

18: Do I use sarcasm Depends who I’m with ?? Generally no not often but if im close with someone and just goofin yeah

19: What am I listening to right now My love song playlist. its my go to thing to listen to cause my playlist with all my music has so much on it that i end up skipping half the songs until i find something im in the mood for and this one has a lot less that i end up skipping. the current song its on is day without you by keep for cheap

20: First thing I notice in new person It depends on the person like if they have something that stands out about them, thats what I tend to notice but like. How they carry themself i guess ? cause i feel like thats a easy way to get a read on somebody before talking to them

21: Shoe size 5 mens / 7 womans

22: Eye color Brown

23: Hair color Naturally dark brown but currently dyed black with rainbow bangs

24: Favourite style of clothing this question is on so many ask games and quizzes and I never know how to answer it cause i feel like i dont really have one specific style,, I like colorful and fun stuff i guess ?

25: Ever done a prank call?  No and if you prank call a place of business youre annoying. i used to answer phones at work and we didn’t get them super often but GOD i hate prank callers

27: Meaning behind my URL emu is an old nickname and what i mainly went by until i settled on Nicky and this. is my blog.

28: Favourite movie Baby driver !!

29: Favourite song my go to answer for this is community gardens by the scary jokes

30: Favourite band THE SCARY JOKES

31: How I feel right now sleeby,,,,

32: Someone I love i love , my friendz ,, 🥺🥰

33: My current relationship status single ✌️

34: My relationship with my parents im close to my mom but i dont really get along with my dad ,

35: Favourite holiday Christmas !

36: Tattoos and piercing i have no tattoos, 3 piercings in each ear (2 on each earlobe and 1 on the top on each side)

37: Tattoos and piercing i want I want a interrobang on my wrist and an Aquarius symbol on my ankle and MAYBE the joestar birthmark, i wouldn’t mind more ear piercings and i want a septum piercing but ive seen videos of them getting done and they make me squirm i dont know if id go through with it

38: The reason I joined Tumblr sdklgkjgh i had a my little pony roleplay blog before i made my personal account

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? no we’re good friends !!

40: Do I ever get ���good morning” or “good night ” texts? no not regularly at least

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? no

42: When did I last hold hands? my mom tried to hold my hand when i was half asleep on the couch the other day but like i was so out of it so like it was more our fingers together and the rest of my hand just loosely dangling so if that doesnt count, you

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? i give myself about 2 hours if im doing full makeup but thats purposefully longer than i need so i dont have to worry about rushing and i can relax and take my time

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? no i only shave them if they’re gonna be showing or if the Urge to be Smooth comes over me

45: Where am I right now? my room at home on my bed

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? probably Kaylie cause she doesn’t drink and i assume if im drunk with other friends there she’d be the only sober one

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Reasonable, if i have it too loud i cant think so the only time i  have my music loud is if im doing nothing and want to Not Think

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? Ye

49: Am I excited for anything? short term im excited for the ai crushes all banks stream tonight and long term im excited to move into our apartment 

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? no im not a tell everything to someone type of person .

51: How often do I wear a fake smile? i smile most of the time like, at work (before we wore masks) id always be smiling to look nice and like. just in general if i want to Not Look Unhappy or whatever

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? my mom probably like, yesterday

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? ive never kissed any1     .

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?  nope i don’t think i really trust easily so like this doesnt rlly happen,

55: What is something I disliked about today? i woke up late cause i was up late last night so ive been tired all day I dont like the feeling

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? language barriers aside itd be super cool to meet hirohiko araki

57: What do I think about most? Whatever media im currently most into so right now adventure zone and magnus archives

58: What’s my strangest talent? umm i dunno im kinda flexable i guess ? not like ~contortionist~ level but like enough that i can freak people out sometimes

59: Do I have any strange phobias? i mentioned balloons as a fear in an eariler question so yeah that but im a lot better about it than i used to be

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? in front tbh

61: What was the last lie I told? i was on phones for the last hour and a half of my shift on friday and like. when people call and ask if an item is in stock and i can’t confirm it i, just tell them its not. like, someone asked if we had a specific kayak and i usually just search the walmart app or run over to where itd be to check but the kayaks are to far for me to run to and the app said limited stock which usually means little to none so , i just put it on hold for a bit then tell him we’re out.

62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? i like video chatting in theory cause its nice to see people visibly react to stuff but i tend to get too self conscious about how i look so i  just do audio only

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? yes to both !! i am both

64: Do I believe in magic? yes in some ways i suppose

65: Do I believe in luck? yes im v superstitious

66: What’s the weather like right now? its a pretty good day its sunny but not too hot :oo

67: What was the last book I’ve read? its been ages since i last read a book in full 😔  i honestly dont knwo what the last one would of been 😔 😔

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? yes !!! love it

69: Do I have any nicknames? not anything i get consistently called no

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? ive never gotten super hurt that i can think of ??

71: Do I spend money or save it? save it

72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? no

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? doppio bean plush ,,,,

74: Favourite animal? hedgehogs!!!!

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? on my phone probably on tiktok or something waiting for jojo to come on toonami

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? I? dont think he has one i guess ??

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? butterflies by samsa but it makes me happy in the “im crying now” kinda way itss cute

78: How can you win my heart? just by being nice and respectful tbh ,

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? idk i dont really want anything fancy just my name (chosen name please god im so scared of dying and geting my birth name on my tombstone if that happens i WILL come back as a vengeful ghost) and my birth and death dates

80: What is my favorite word? saccharine

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr by my tumblr crushes (which its been YEARS since i looked at) ; frostios, 27names4tears, smollpurrito, happynaru, and warpedlamp

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? if we being real id just get so scared dsjkfsldjglg  theres so much i could say i dont know :((

83: Do I have any relatives in jail? not ? that i know of 

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? why are all the questions worded super basic except this one skdlskdjfj. Shape shifting

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? i can really think of anything really as long as a friend is asking i tend to answer truthfully ?

86: What is my current desktop picture? Sobble BUT this reminded me that i wanted to change it to a xenoblade pic so its this now :

90: Failed a class? no

91: Kissed a boy? no

92: Kissed a girl? no

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? no but oh god just thinking about that im 🥺🥺🥺🥺 id die id melt 🥺🥺

94: Had job? ye i was a cashier for a year in highschool and then i work in wamlart apparel in the summers

95: Left the house without my wallet? not when I know ill need it no, but ive left it home if im just going to a friend or family member’s house or i have my mom’s card or some cash in my pocket

96: Bullied someone on the internet? no !!

98: Played on a sports team? no lmao i dont do sports

99: Smoked weed? no

100: Did drugs? i had a weed brownie like once but it was such a small piece i didnt really feel anything

101: Smoked cigarettes? no

102: Drank alcohol? Ye

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? not currently i was vegan for a little bit to encourage a friend that was doing it though

104: Been overweight? no

105: Been underweight? no

106: Been to a wedding?  yes three, my grandma’s when she got remarried, and both my brothers

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? probably yes lmao often

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? not TV TV but if netflix and the like count then yes

109: Been outside my home country? no :(

110: Gotten my heart broken? not ? really no

111: Been to a professional sports game? ive been to a handful of Yankee games

112: Broken a bone? no

114: Been to prom? yes i went to my highschool’s and a friend’s highschool’s my senior year

115: Been in airplane? no

116: Fly by helicopter? no

117: What concerts have I been to? none :((((

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? ye

119: Learned another language? i took 3 years of Spanish in high school but i wasn’t any good at it and dont really remember much of what i did learn

120: Wore make up? yes i do often :0

123: Dyed my hair? ye a lot

124: Voted in a presidential election? yes ever since iv been old enough to i vote

125: Rode in an ambulance? no

126: Had a surgery?  dental surgery yes

127: Met someone famous? Not anyone i’d count no

128: Stalked someone on a social network? depends on what you count as stalking i guess but like not ever in a creepy way like ive been on people’s social media to find out stuff about them like. if theyre in a relationship or especially after highschool ill wonder about someone i havent talked to in awhile and ill see what theyve been up to and what theyre doing with their life and stuff

129: Peed outside? no

130: Been fishing? yes like once

131: Helped with charity? donation wise yes

132: Been rejected by a crush? ive never confessed to anyone and been rejected but once a friend told my crush i liked them and they confronted me about it and rejected me but it made me more mad at the friend that told them than it made me sad about being rejected because i knew it’d probably go like that  and it justmade thing awkward between us for awhile  😔

133: Broken a mirror? ive broken the little mirrors inside eyeshadow pallets but i havent broken full ones

134: What do I want for birthday? usually just money lol or something thoughtful and cute

135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? i aggresivly do NOT want kids BUT hypohetically Elliot or Xander for a boy and idk what i’d nam a girl

136: Was I named after anyone? no

137: Do I like my handwriting?  its messy so no not really but if im writing something for myself like a not or whatever i dont mind as long as i can read it

138: What was my favourite toy as a child? even as a little kid i always played computer games but other than that, this guy :

139: Favourite Tv Show? Jojo

140: Where do I want to live when older? New york or japan

141: Play any musical instrument? i can kind of play harmonica

142: One of my scars, how did I get it? i burnt my thumb kinda bad on the oven a while ago its still kinda healing but right now it looks like its gonna stay a scar

143: Favourite pizza toping? i like everything/suprieme pizza but if i have to pick one single topping pepperoni

144: Am I afraid of the dark? yes :((

145: Am I afraid of heights? mentioned it earlier but yes if im not strapped in or secured etc

146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? no im so scared of being caught doing something bad that i just. dont

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? i mean yes but thats life babey

149: What my greatest achievments are ive gotten awards for grades and stuff but that boring BUT i got the english department award or whatever that was called im very proud of that

151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery i donate some and save the rest tbh

152: What do I like about myself i can be pretty  sometimes 👉👈 im cute or whateva ,,,

153: My closest Tumblr friend i dont really havent “tumblr friends” aside from friends i know irl and also tey have tumblrs ,,

154: Something I fantasise about just. growing up and having my own place maybe with someone and. being comfortable and  okay and not having to worry ,,

155: Any question you’d like? dkfjhdskhf japan :000

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The Prince and the Pauper (Boo Seungkwan)

Hello! I���m so sorry but the next part might not be posted on Friday like planned? If it isn’t it will be posted on Sunday or Monday but we shall see! 

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(gif by @shipping-samurai)

*Fairy Tale*

“Wait one second…” You said, trying to process the information you were hearing. “What?”

“We need you to be the princess until our princess returns.” The knight said, as if that was the most obvious solution.

“No offence, but how am I supposed to pass as the princess?” You sat back in your chair, crossing your arms.

“Because as her twin you share-”

“Woah, woah, twin?” You looked at your mother, who had a small shade of fear on her face. “I’m not a twin? It’s just been me and my mom my whole life.” The knight looked at you for a couple seconds, turning to your mother.

“You never told her.” You expected your mother to be confused, but instead she just sighed.

“How could I?”

“Tell… Tell me what…” You looked at your mother in fear, hoping this wasn’t true.

“Back when I was pregnant with you, our King and Queen learned they couldn’t have children. Due to keeping an image, they searched the kingdom for a baby to adopt…”

“That doesn’t make sense… You raised me?”

“I raised you, but not your sister.”

“My what.”

“When you were born, I actually had twins.” She sighed, going back and forth between looking you in the eye and looking away. “Due to the stigma of having twins in a royal family, especially as the first born, the king and queen only took one.” You stared at your mother in disbelief.

“You’re not serious.” You said, and this time she couldn’t look you in the eyes. “How could you do that?”

“You have to understand my situation. Your father had just died, I was pregnant and near giving birth, no other family, no money… I was scared.” She sighed, playing with her apron. “When they came to me with the offer, I couldn’t refuse…”

“Miss, we assure you this is temporary.” The knight spoke up, and you turned your attention back to him.

“What is temporary?” You said, slightly forgetting why he was here.

“With our princess away, we need a stand in. We just need your face, really. You wouldn’t have to do anything else but stand tall and smile.” He said, looking at your mother. “Of course, for your troubles, there would be compensation. Part now, the rest when we return her. Depending how well she plays the part, the compensation could be more.” You looked around the cottage, rundown and so many things that needed to be fixed.

“Y/N, you don’t have to-”

“I’ll do it.”

*Today*

“Vernon, no!” You said, managing to just catch a glass before it shattered on the floor.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry.” He said, hands in the air.

“It’s alright. No harm done.” You sighed, flipping the glass and catching it. “You just gotta be careful. We don’t have that many glasses.”

“My first day and I almost break something. Nice.” He sighs, leaning on the bar.

“Actually, it’s your first hour, and I saved you from owing the bar 3 bucks.” You smiled, patting his shoulder. “It’s your first day Vernon, it’ll get better.”

“My heads just not here today.” He muttered, staring at the window. “I’m trying, I swear.”

“I know you are. Plus, to be fair, is your head ever here? You seem like the type to be dazed a lot.” You joked, causing him to give you a glare. You laughed as he smirked though, shaking your head. “Okay, come on. I’ll show you how to do some stuff in back.” You walked to the back of the room, Vernon following. As you entered the back you thought you heard the front door shutting, glancing up front. You could see a person, grinning at Vernon.

“Okay, go get them some water. I’ll be up in a second to make their drink, but it’s good practice.” You nudged, Vernon anxiously walking to the front. He stopped when he saw the person sitting at the bar, relief washing over him.

“So, this is where you work now.” Seungkwan said, smiling at Vernon.

“Uh huh. I’m actually paying my own way buddy.” He sighed, getting a glass to fill with water, carefully.

“That’s a first.” Seungkwan laughed, Vernon slowly walking towards Seungkwan.

“I didn’t mooch off of you that much.”

“How long have we lived together?”

“Shut up.” He grinned, putting the glass down in front of him. He let out a cheer as you walked to the front of the bar, looking at the water.

“You forgot a coaster.” You called out, laughing as Vernon looked from you to the glass of water, groaning slightly.

*Fairy Tale*

“I don’t want to.” Seungkwan said, pacing his parents room. “I barely even know her! I’ve only seen her a few times at parties! I don’t think I’ve ever even spoken to her!”

“You don’t have a choice. The deal has already been made.” His father said, sighing at his son.

“But you just made the deal! We can still get out of this. We can still back out.” He countered, knowing that wasn’t possible by the look on his face.

“Son, forging our two kingdoms is the only way we can continue to work. Our kingdom is small compared to the others out there, and we will need to grow in order to stay alive. Joining our kingdoms will increase the size and strength.” Seungkwan stopped at the window, sighing.

“They’re already on their way, aren’t they?” He asked, knowing the answer.

“They’ll be here by dinner.”

“And I don’t have a choice here?”

“Not without giving up the throne.”

“Fine.” Seungkwan turned to his father. “I’ll marry her. But I don’t have to be happy about it.”

“Just give the princess a chance.”

Now Seungkwan stood in front of the castle, waiting for your arrival. You sat in the carriage, a dress that cost more than all the money you’ve ever owned on, your stomach threatening to return the fancy breakfast you had before leaving. This wasn’t part of the deal. You thought you would just have to stand still and look pretty, but now you were meeting the man who was engaged to the princess? When was she going to come and take her life back?

“We’re almost there Y/N.” The knight said, giving you a look of sympathy. “Hopefully the princess is found soon and you will be able to return to your mother.”

“What if she doesn’t? Am I supposed to just… Marry this guy?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“...What’s your name?” You asked, realizing he never told you. He looked at you, confused by your question.

“Why?”

“So I don’t have to keep calling you Sir Knight.” He smiled a bit, nodding his head.

“It’s Wonwoo.”

“Alright. So I can count on you then Wonwoo?”

“Of course Miss.” He chuckled, looking out the window. “Time to put your acting face on. We have arrived.”

*Today*

“So, I take it you two are friends?” You said, walking up as Vernon put a coaster under the glass of water.

“He’s my roommate.” Vernon said, pointing at the boy. “Y/N, this is Seungkwan. Seungkwan, this is Y/N.” You smiled at him as he nodded his head.

“Have you been here before? You look really familiar.” You commented, leaning on the bar. Seungkwan looked at Vernon, shaking his head.

“I didn’t know this place existed until Vernon told me he had a job here.” He looked around, taking in the bar.

“Hm.” You shrugged, he must have just looked like another customer. “Well, welcome. What can I get you?”

“Uh… I’ll have a soda?”

“Coming right up.” You said, going to get the drink. As you walked away, Seungkwan turned to Vernon.

“So… She’s cute.” He said, causing Vernon to look at his friend, then back to you.

“Yeah, I guess? I don’t know, she’s cool. She hired me and everything so that’s nice. Plus she… Woah, wait.” He looked back to Seungkwan. “You said she was cute.”

“Yeah?”

“You never think anyone is cute. I’ve been trying to find you a cute date for months, and every single time you tell me you didn’t feel it. You meet Y/N for 2 seconds and now you just casually call her cute?”

“Maybe?” Seungkwan said, giving Vernon a look. Vernon pointed back at you, mouthing ‘Seriously??’. Seungkwan shrugged, seeing you coming back. He quickly shushed Vernon, who stopped just as you got back to the bar.

“One soda.” You smiled, confused by the sudden silence between the two boys.

“Thank you.” Seungkwan said, taking a sip.

“So, what do you do Seungkwan?” You asked, looking at him. Seungkwan opened his mouth to answer, but Vernon beat him to it.

“Oh, Seungkwan here is taking some time off. He’s gonna be the next successor at his dad’s company, so he’s trying to be a youth before he has to be some big exec that always has to wear a suit and hate his life.” You both looked at Vernon, then each other.

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.” He laughed, giving Vernon a look.

“Well, good luck with that.” You said, going to check on another customer.

“Thank you, for that.” Seungkwan said, Vernon just grinning.

*Fairy Tale*

“You’re nothing like I pictured.” Seungkwan said, walking along the lake with you. You sighed, internally conflicted. You had to agree with him. Seungkwan was… Nothing like you expected. You were mentally prepared to meet some shallow, small minded prince who was only looking for some pretty face to stand by his side and produce an heir. Then you met this prince who was actually sweet and kind and talked about seeing the world before taking the throne and was friends with several people in his own village.

And he seemed to genuinely like you.

Which made you feel all the more worse for lying.

Because once the actual princess came back to her senses and returned to the kingdom, she would take your place and you would return home. But then Seungkwan would be with someone he thought he knew, but it ended up being you. Or, not you. If you thought about it too much it causes your head to pound.

You wanted to tell him. You wanted to tell him so badly. Part of you had the daydream that if you told him the truth, he’d pick you anyway and you’d both live happily ever after. The rest of you knew that if you told him, not only would you probably never see him again, but then you would have broken your contract.

But it tore you up inside to keep lying to him.

“Neither are you.” You said, looking at some plants hanging from a tree.

“I mean, at every ball or event I’ve seen you at, your personality is completely different. When my father told me about the engagement, I was honestly scared.” You looked at him. “I thought I would be trapped with someone who would never talk to me, but you’re so easy for me to talk to.”

“Well, I’ve enjoyed talking to you.” You said, playing the part while telling the truth. Just a little bit. “Where are we going?”

“A special spot.” He smiled, and you started to worry. He was really falling for you.

“As long as we’re back before-”

“Don’t worry princess. We’ll be back before that knight of yours notices you’re gone.” Seungkwan laughed, stopping by the lake. You stopped by him, looking around. Was this the special place?

“Is this the-”

“It doesn’t seem like much, but if you stand here at the right time on the right day, the moon will reflect straight along the lake. If it’s big enough, practically the whole lake lights up. It’s pretty magical.” You looked out into the lake, and he was right. It wasn’t fully filling the lake, but the lake itself was practically glowing. With the fireflies fluttering above it, it really was a magical place to be.

“Do you like it?” He asked, and you suddenly realized he was watching you. You nodded, a small smile on your face.

“It’s beautiful.” You said, making eye contact with him. He searched your eyes for a bit, taking a deep breath.

“There’s another reason I brought you here, actually.” He said, and you felt your stomach start to drop already.

“Really?” You asked nervously. Seungkwan nodded his head.

“I know we haven’t known each other that long, and we’re already technically engaged, but I still feel like I should do this properly. So, I was wondering if…”

You couldn’t do this.

“Seungkwan, stop.” You said, stepping away from him. He gave you a panicked look.

“What? Is everything alright?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“No, nothing’s alright.” You looked at him, tears starting in your eyes. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

*Today*

“Hey Y/N, what are you doing tonight?” Vernon asked, popping up next to you. You gave him a confused look, raising an eyebrow.

“Uhm. I don’t know, probably my usual routine. Why?” You asked, and Vernon just grinned at you.

“So, if you were to be set up on a totally-non-date situation with someone, you’d probably be able to show up?”

“Vernon, I don’t want to go on a date.” You sighed, picking up some glasses.

“It’s not a date.”

“If you’re set up with someone by another someone, it’s technically a blind date. Which means it’s a date.” You looked at him. “I don’t want to go on a date.”

“But if-”

“No.” You said sternly. “I just… I don’t date, okay? I have glasses to clean.” You said, officially walking away, leaving Vernon looking defeated. He made his way back to Seungkwan, who was watching a video on his phone.

“So what’s the plan for tonight? Usual things?” Seungkwan asked as Vernon approached, half looking up.

“I guess so.” Vernon sighed, leaning on the bar.

“What?” Seungkwan asked, noticing something off. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He said, but Seungkwan didn’t quite believe him. “Nothing! It’s really nothing. Honestly. Just an idea I had that didn’t pan out.”

“What was the idea?”

“It’s nothing. I just thought maybe…” He looked up at Seungkwan, raising an eyebrow. “You know what? I might have to work late tonight, you want to just meet me here?”

“Yeah sure. I gotta run now but I guess I’ll be back when you’re done?”

“I’ll send you a text.” Vernon said, waving as Seungkwan as he left. He grinned to himself, there might be a way this will work out after all.

“What are you grinning at.” You asked, stopping as you saw Vernon just standing by the bar smiling at no one.

“Oh, nothing. It’s nothing.”

“Okay… Well, we just have a couple more things to go over and then you’re free to go!”

*Fairy Tale*

“No offense, and this is coming from someone who has a lot of gray area in his life, but I don’t think you handled this that well.” Vernon said, looking at Seungkwan, miserably looking out a window.

“She lied to me, okay? Everything she said was a lie from the start!”

“But then she told you the truth!” Vernon argued, causing Seungkwan to sigh and look at him. “That means she felt bad enough about lying to you that before it got too serious she told you the truth!”

“Well, yeah. But-”

“And, as someone who’s known you a very, very, VERY, long time, I know you have very strong feelings for her.” Seungkwan looked at his feet, kicking the carpet.

“They’re not that strong.” He mumbled, causing Vernon to roll his eyes.

“Yeah, now who’s lying your Highness?” He smirked, Seungkwan glaring at him. Seungkwan took a deep breath, looking out the window.

“Did you find out what happened to the actual princess?”

“Kind of? It wasn’t easy, but I have ears everywhere. Apparently, she met some villager, a blacksmith, I think? Anyway, after meeting him, she decided she didn’t want the royal lifestyle, and ran away with him to start a new life. At least, we think. That or she’s hiding in a cave somewhere.” Vernon shrugged.

“So either way, the marriage and merging of our two kingdoms is pretty much shot.” He said, looking at his friend.

“Well, I don’t know much about royal politics, but yeah, I’d say the odds aren’t looking too good.” Vernon cleared his throat, walking towards the prince. “You know, if you wanted to find her, I may have a source or two.”

“What good would finding her do?” Seungkwan asked, looking at him.

“Well, you could talk it out. Actually see the girl you’ve fallen for. Confess your love. Get married. Live happily ever after. The whole shebang.” Vernon rambled, the smirk coming back.

“What are the odds of that happening?” He sighed, crossing his arms.

“Knowing you, and the little I’ve heard about this… What was her name?”

“...Y/N.”

“Right, this Y/N, I think the odds might be pretty good.” He shrugged. “Just a thought, if you want.”

“...Who’s this source?” Seungkwan looked at him, genuinely thinking about his offer.

“A friend. He’s… Well, he’s…”

“Let me a guess. A thief like you?”

“Pretty much. Though, he’s a better thief than me.” He grinned. “Let me know what you think, I have a crown to steal.”

“I told you to stop telling me when you plan on stealing things.” Seungkwan sighed, Vernon patting his back. “It really makes it difficult to claim your innocence.”

“Sorry buddy. I’m going to… not... steal a crown?”

“Just go.” Seungkwan said as Vernon walked towards the door. “Hey Sol?” Vernon stopped in his tracks, turning his head to the prince. “Maybe ask your friend about it.”

“As you wish.” Vernon grinned, officially exiting the room. As he walked down the hall, he saw Prince Chan walking down the hall towards him. As he passed, Vernon grabbed his arm, pulling him with.

“Just the guy I was looking for.” Vernon said, Chan looking back at Seungkwan’s door.

“Listen, I’d love to help you, but I need to go talk to Seungkwan about-”

“This is for Seungkwan. We need the help of a thief, specifically one thief. A certain thief who happens to be excellent at finding things… or people. Please?” He smirked, Chan sighing. He turned to Vernon, crossing his arms, dropping his voice.

“Fine. What do you need?”

*Today*

You walked back up to the front of the bar, finally appreciating a break in the day. Vernon had left a couple hours ago, and the night bartender didn’t come in for another hour or so. But the last rush had just finished up, and hopefully the next one wouldn’t start until after you left. As you got up front, you tilted your head at Seungkwan sitting at the bar.

“Hey.” You said, causing him to look towards you.

“Hi there.” He said, waving a hand.

“What brings you back here?” You asked, walking up to him.

“Oh, I’m waiting for Vernon. We live together so-”

“Vernon already left...” He just stared at you.

“What.”

“Yeah, a couple hours ago? He hasn’t been here for a while…” He stared at you for a second longer, eventually putting a hand to his face.

“Oh my god. I’m going to kill him.” Seungkwan muttered, causing you to laugh.

“Look, I’m sure he just forgot…” You said, feeling a warm breeze blow past. You looked around, wondering why a fan would be out today. “Did you feel that?”

“The wind? Yeah I’m sure it was from the…” He started to point towards the door, but you both fell unconscious before he could finish.

You woke up, blinking slowly as you looked around this… Was it a tavern? It had to be, the smell of alcohol was very strong. The alcohol had different appearances that you were used to. How was there so much? The last thing you remember was some thief trying to get you to come with him to see the prince… Did he bring you here? You slowly sat up, looking around. You didn’t see the thief, but he could still be here. You don’t remember drinking anything though.

You froze as you heard a groan come from the other side of the bar, starting to panic. Whoever was here with you, clearly since you had been knocked unconscious, probably wasn’t nice. You saw a large stick, slowly grabbing it.

“Where am I…” You heard the person mutter, gripping the stick and preparing to jump up. You silently counted to three, quickly hopping up and yelling. You stopped as soon as you saw who it was, but you still caused him to fall off of the chair he was on.

“Seungkwan?” You said, lowering the stick as he stood up, rubbing his head.

“Hello to you too.” He said, wincing a little bit. He pulled his hand back, seeing some blood on his hand. “Oh, that’s great.”

“Oh gosh, let me find some bandages…” You quickly said, searching behind the counter. This is the weirdest tavern you’ve ever been in. Eventually you found a box with a big red cross on it, finding bandages and other things inside. “Here, hold still.”

Seungkwan sat still as you looked at his head, seeing the small cut. Fortunately, it didn’t look to deep. You quickly put something on it, wrapping up his head.

“Thank you.” He said, half looking at you.

“Where do-”

“I’m sorry.” Seungkwan said, looking at his hands. You looked at him, eyebrows raised. “I… I overreacted when you told me about who you were. I acted impulsively in asking you to leave, and I’m sorry. I should have talked about it, not pushed you away.”

“I’m sorry too.” You said, causing him to look at you. “I shouldn’t have lied. I shouldn’t have pretended to be the princess. I thought it would be quick and easy, and then I could go back to my old life. I never thought that I would meet someone like you and I just… I’m so sorry.”

“So… What do we do now…?” Seungkwan asked, letting out a chuckle. You looked around the tavern, clearly not in your kingdom.

“Well, we should probably figure out where we are…” You offered, causing him to nod his head. Seungkwan stood up, holding out a hand.

“Let’s go then.”

[yuhoht-t]

For the ask thing do 1 through 50 please because you're cool

OH my god. WHO ARE YOU because i Hate you now omg

but okay here we go:

1. What’s your sexual orientation?

BI! i am bi bi bi :)

2. What are you obsessed with right now?

right now? here in the year of our lord 2020? at 9:25 am?? march 11th? nothing, my brain is a little preoccupied atm with the absolute stupidity of the american college system 

3. Ever done any drugs?

i have not, sometimes i want to, but then simply do not

4. What piercings do you want?

i kinda want snake bites? or maybe a second ear piercing. but im not really sure

 5. How many people have you kissed?

uno 

and honestly? it kinda sucked?

6. Describe your dream home.

a cottage situated in a nice little cliff-side meadow, a beautiful forest to one side and the ocean to the other. I have a small little garden for herbs and easier to grow staples. Maybe a couple of chickens. There’s a whole room, maybe even a whole other structure, dedicated to just being my art studio. It almost definitely smells like oil paint and graphite. There also has to be a large bay window with a seat, two floor to ceiling bookcases on either side. 

There’s a lot more I could say, but basically look up cottagecore/goblincore/dark academia and that’s basically it

7. Who are you jealous of?

anyone who gets to go to art school

8. What’s your favorite show to binge?

usually it’s a mix between parks n rec and the office

9. Do you watch porn?

i am an adult

10. Do you have a secret sideblog?

oohohohohahahahaaaaaa, yes. many actually

11. If you could teleport anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?

question. am i immune to any diseases in the region? if yes. can i just take the teleporter and go wherever? there are too many places i want to go

but really i suppose, Ireland? I mean it is March

12. What’s one of your fantasies?

that someone likes me

13. Do you have/would you get your nipples pierced?

no i don’t think so. it just kinda sounds a little uncomfortable. but it is pretty hot i won’t lie

14. How would you spend a million dollars?

art school. i mean i’d have to see if i get in first! but then after that i’d give the rest to my mom. i owe her and if i ever get the chance i will be paying her back.

15. Are you in a relationship?

bitch? who do you think i am? what do you think i look like? of course fucking not. 

16. Do you follow porn blogs?

[this image violates tumblrs guidelines]

17. Are you angry with anyone right now?

yes. is it petty? also yes. but it’s affecting my sleep and how comfortable i am in my environment so i think actually kind of justified. 

18. What tattoos do you want?

i want a design with poppies and lavender and maybe my mountain, and i’d like to have it, well, let me see if i can find a picture 

like this

but it’s kind of a pipe dream since tattoos are expensive and hurt lol

or this:

AHAAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAAA 

19. If you could change your name, would you? What would you change it to?

so, heres the thing, i don’t technically mind my name. it’s a good name. it’s gender neutral both in long form and my preferred nickname. BUT. it is very common and i certainly don’t actually love it all that much. However, i have no fucking clue what i’d change it to.  

20. What is something you’re obsessed with?

internet culture. i don’t usually talk about it, but i absolutely love culture and specifically the cultures that have been cultivated from the internet. it’s so cool!

21. Describe your best friend.

okay, so, she’s amazing. extremely talented and smart. and honestly has the coolest style of anyone i’ve ever met. the biggest gemini bitch you’ve ever met and i love her for it. she knows so much about horror and movies and is just really informed about so many interesting things. And she’s not afraid to get into politics and religion and all that “taboo” stuff. she’s actually taught me so many things! she’s great n i don’t get to gush often about the people i genuinely like in this world so yeah. also, she HOT AS SHIT N EVERYONE IN THE WORLD IS DUMB IF THEY DON AGREEEEEE

22. Tag someone you think is hot.

ahahhhahahhahahahhaaaaa no. 

23. Who are five of your favorite bands/musical artists?

- Ghost

- Gorillaz 

- Phoebe Bridgers

- Orville Peck

- FIDLAR

(okay, so I was doing this and really there are too many, this is not a great list but I think it covers the range of taste???)

24. What are three places you want to travel?

Japan, Italy (for the art), and ummm, probably Iceland (for the continental divide)

 25. Describe your perfect Friday night.

this gonna sound so sad but, literally, all of my roommates leave and i get to spend it in solitude doing whatever the fuck i want without having to worry about being watched (that’s what we call paranoia kids!)

26. What’s your favorite season?

it depends. but right now i’m jonesin’ for some good ol’ fashioned summer thunderstorms. 

27. What’s your pet peeve?

people

28. Who is the funniest person you know?

me bitch, next question

nah i’m kidding, maybe my little brother? or maybe my friend Shareeza? there is somethin about that girl that just makes me die every time she talks

29. What’s the most overrated movie?

maybe because it’s been a long time, but like, Frozen? idk. it’s what my intuition is telling me so ima go with that.

30. Tag someone you want to talk to but have been too shy to message.

you know i’m not really sure at this moment, but straight up, this is now an open call for anyone who wants to message me, shy or not, i promise i’ll answer lol ^-^

31. Do you like paper books or ebooks better?

paper, obviously. who do you think i am?

32. If you could live in a fictional world, what world would you pick?

maybe Spiderwick Chronicles? I love the idea of being able to actually see the fey. or really any world where there’s a hint of me possibly being able to actually have magic or a magical experience. 

 33. If money was no object, what would your wardrobe be like?

ALL

34. What’s your coffee order?

carmel mocha, if i’m paying for coffee i want it to taste like pure caffeinated sugar

35. Do you have a crush on anyone?

maybe? i have a hard time deciphering those types of feelings 

36. Do you still have feelings for any of your exes?

don’t got none. for past crushes tho? i’m not really sure. 

37. Have any tattoos?

no 

38. Do you drink?

no

39. Are you a virgin?

i don’t have to answer this, do i? 

(that basically is an answer)

40. Do you have a crush on any of your mutuals?

again, hard time with understanding romantic feelings. 

41. How many followers do you have?

642

42. Describe the hottest person you know.

i feel a liiitlel uncomfortable with this question. and on those grounds i don’t think i’m gonna answer it. 

43. What’s your guilty pleasure?

not killing myself :)

44. Do you read erotica?

no

45. What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?

too fresh bro, mmmm can’t open up those wounds quite yet

46. How many people do you follow?

293

47. If you could marry any celebrity, who would you pick?

maybe Jameela Jamil? she’s just so pretty and smart

or maybe David Tennant cause like. i’ve had a crush on him since my doctor who days so really, why not

48. Describe your ideal partner.

willing to go to battle for and with me. and against me. 

also it’s important that they’re understanding of me and my struggles, as well as accepting my points of view as my truth and not belittle me for having them. And be willing to give there all in these aspects because I will give my all in these ways for them. That’s just how i work. 

49. Who do you text the most?

oh idk, maybe my mom? 

50. What’s your favorite kind of weather?

clouds. and wind. i like to feel like i’m gonna blow away

okay, jeezus, this was a lot. I hope one of you fuckers actually reads this

[daydream-hobii]

Golden Heart | Chapter 1

Genre: Hybrid!AU, fluff

Pairing: Hybrid!Hoseok x Female!Reader

Summary: Y/N’s best friends all have hybrids, and she loves them with all her heart, but she doesn’t want to be the same as everyone. She loves hybrids, and knows her friends are kind to them, but hybrids are part human, thus they should have their own choices. Many people, unfortunately, abuse their hybrids and use them, so she tries to fight for their freedom of choice. Her closest friend, Namjoon, convinces her to rescue a hybrid so that it can be safe from harm, and her perspectives changes entirely. 

Warning: Mentions of Abuse!

Word Count: 1,556

Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 14 // Chapter 15 [FINAL] //

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading the first chapter! ^_^ I hope that you’ll tell me if you liked it! If people like it, I’ll keep working on it till the end. I hope you enjoyed it!!!

        I walked through my apartment I shared with my best friend, heading straight to the kitchen for food. I saw my roommate’s hybrid sleeping on the couch, ears twitching when I walked into the room. I smiled at him, knowing that as soon as I entered the kitchen, he’d be beside me.

            As soon as I stepped through the door frame, I felt arms around me, hugging me tight. I huffed, turning my head to see Taehyung’s cute face, his husky like ears straight up, and his curled tail wagging. I shook my head, chuckling and prying him off me.

            “Good morning, Tae. Want some breakfast?” I asked, grabbing the cereal. He quickly shook his head yes just as Namjoon came in, rubbing his eyes.

            “Morning, Joonie. Want some cereal?” I asked, pouring Taehyung’s bowl and handing it to him.

            “Sure. Hey, Y/N, we’re going to the p-a-r-k later, want to join?” Namjoon whispered the spelled word park, and luckily, Tae didn’t hear it. “Yoongi and Seokjin will be there too.”

            “Sure, are they bringing Jimin and Kookie?” I asked, and Tae’s attention was grasped.

            “We’re going to see them?” He asked excited, mouth full of food. I patted his cheek, laughing.

            “Taehyung, don’t talk with your mouth full,” Namjoon scolded, making Taehyung whine in protest. I laughed again, handing Joonie his bowl and beginning to eat my own.

            “Be nice, Joonie, he’s just excited,” I replied, smirking and drinking the milk from the bowl. When I put it down, Taehyung was smiling softly, and his tail was wagging.

            “Manners, Y/N. I’m trying to teach him manners,” Namjoon said, pointing his spoon at me and smirking. I laughed, shaking my head.

            “Mhmm, okay mister,” I replied.

             When it was time for the park, Taehyung couldn’t contain his excitement. He was looking back and forth from the windows in the backseat on Joon’s car, and I’d turn around to try to calm him down every now and then with no prevail. When we parked the car, Namjoon and I got out and he opened the passenger door. Namjoon held a collar and leash, and Taehyung started to whimper and look down, shuffling his feet.

            “I know, buddy,” He mumbled, hooking him to it. “You know the law. I promise, I’ll take it off as soon as we’re inside the fence.”

            “What a ridiculous rule,” I said, scowling as we began to walk to the fenced in portion of the park. “It’s not like Tae is going to hurt anyone or run off.”

            “I know, but I’d rather follow the rules, so Tae doesn’t get taken away,” He whispered, making sure Tae didn’t hear us. I looked at him sadly, nodding my head.

            Taehyung is a husky hybrid, which makes him a lot to handle. Dependent on the day, he can either be so calm that he just wants to cuddle on the couch, or he’ll be jumping off the walls wanting to play. He had beautiful black and white ears, matching a curled, fluffy tail. I was with Namjoon when he first got Tae, and it was a sad day. Tae was all bruised from his previous owner and flinched every time we moved. It took a long time to coax him out of his fear, and heal his bruises, but he had many scars that remind him of his past. Luckily, when we introduced him to Jimin and Jungkook, he was a happy, go-lucky puppy.

            We made it into the fence, and Namjoon quickly took off the collar and leash, letting Tae sprint to Jimin and Kookie ad tackle them. I laughed, following Namjoon to Yoongi and Seokjin, our two good friends. They shared an apartment together, a floor down from our own. Yoongi was at his music studio working while Jin was a chef at a five-star restaurant, which is why we all didn’t just come together.

            “Did the boys go with you to work?” I asked when we reached them, sitting down.

            “Yeah, we just couldn’t say no,” Jin replied, chuckling. “Jungkook was bored the whole time, he had to wait in the lobby with the host.”

            “Makes sense. You’re surrounded by snobs, they’d throw a fit if Kookie was back there,” Namjoon said, leaning back and smiling.

            “I’m very fortunate to have my own office, and Jimin slept most of the time,” Yoongi said, flashing a smile toward me.

            Jimin, like Taehyung, was a dog hybrid. He had a similar curly tail that was brown and white, along with pointed ears. He was an akita hybrid, and matched Taehyung’s personality well. They were the same age, and Jimin took a liking to Tae before they even met. Yoongi technically owned Jimin, while Jin owned Jungkook. Kookie was a bunny hybrid, which is surprising with just how much energy he has with the two dog hybrids. He’s specifically a Holland lope, or that’s what his papers said. No one wanted him because when you get a bunny, they’re supposed to be easy and chill, not Kookie. He matched the dog hybrids speed with ease and was maybe even faster.

            “Actually, Y/N, we’re here to talk to you…” Jin said, biting his lip. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, nodding.

            “We think you should get a hybrid,” Yoongi said, straight faced.

            “Boys,” I started, feeling annoyed, but Namjoon stopped me.

            “I know we’ve talked about this before but hear us out!” Namjoon said, making me nod. “We know you don’t like the idea of owning one, but I think Tae would really like living with a friend, so he’s not so lonely while we’re at work.”

            “Then why don’t you adopt one?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

            “You know I can’t afford the fee to own two. Taehyung is free, but if I had two, it’d be too much…” Namjoon said, looking sad.

            “That fee is ridiculous,” Yoongi grumbled.

            “I agree, but I still am not convinced,” I replied, crossing my arms.

            “Think of it this way, you know the back stories of Kookie, Jimin, and Tae, right?” Jin asked, looking sullen. I sighed, nodding.

            “Yes, they’re horrible,” I mumbled.

            “So, if you adopted a hybrid, you’d be saving them from having the same life they managed to escape,” Jin finished, eyes soft.

            I had never thought of it that way. I was so focused on trying to get them the choice of freedom, that I didn’t even think about saving one. I couldn’t help but feel a bit selfish, and that this whole time I could’ve saved one from a horrible life…

            “I think we’ve got her,” Yoongi said, smiling.

            “Y/N, I know you’re rethinking everything, but just know, you’ve helped them all more than you may know,” Namjoon said, putting his arm around me. I sighed, nodding.

            “Fine,” I said, but before they could cheer, I pointed my finger to the sky. “But! I want one no younger than Jungkook, and no older than Jin,” I replied, nodding.

            “Deal. There’s a shelter just down the street from our apartment. We’ll go tonight,” Namjoon said, smiling. I sighed, kicking myself for my answer. What have I gotten myself into?

             After dropping Taehyung, Jimin, and Kookie off at home, we all went to the shelter down the street. It was a large, three story building. It was similar to a hotel, but when you walked in, there was a receptionist and many people looking through windows at the hybrids. Each hybrid had a door and window, and in the room, it was a boring white color, even their clothes were white. They had a toy chest, a desk, and a bed. I couldn’t help but grab the nearest hand, which was Yoongi’s. He gave it a squeeze, making me feel a little calmer.

            The next few minutes were a blur. They had to do a background check and make sure I didn’t have a hybrid already. They found Namjoon’s hybrid and told me that this was the only hybrid we could get, since our apartment had a strict two hybrids per apartment rule. I signed everything, and it was time to look.

            Going from window to window, my heart ached at the images. There were hybrids that were excited and happy, and others that sat in a corner, terrified at the humans trying to coax them away from it. I sighed, trying to keep a positive attitude with all the people. Maybe they were all wonderful people, trying to do what I’m doing?

            After looking through every window, we reached the third floor. The boys behind me were mumbling to themselves, and I knew they wondered if I would ever choose one. This floor was different. I went to each one, seeing how happy and excitable each one was. When I got to the end, I saw a blonde-haired hybrid with blonde ears and a fluffy tail. I looked at the clipboard and saw it was a golden retriever hybrid, making me smile. When I looked back at the window, he was there, staring at me with pained eyes. I jumped a little, staring at him. He put his hand up to the glass, and I eyed it before putting up my own hand.

            “Hoseok,” I said, reading the paper. This was the one I wanted to take home, the one I wanted to save

[starricksmoustache]

Love under a contract Pt.3

I know I haven’t updated this in forever, but I guess better late than never. I think I’ve improved since chapter 2 and I know you’ll notice small differences in my writing. I tried writing this in reader perspective but still third person if that makes sense? Anyway next chapter will include smut! Hope you enjoy! <3

PAIRING: BTS x reader

GENRE: Fluff, slight angst, future smut

WORDCOUNT:  1830

WARNINGS: Mention of masturbation

SUMMARY: The last fifty years the female population had declined, instead of the world being divided 50/50 female/male it was now 1:7 which meant that polyandry was now necessary for the world to keep going as it used to be. Of course some people were happier about this than others. One of the less content people was Larissa. She couldn’t care at all if she’d get more respect by dating a big number of men, all she wanted was to get her degree and become an architect like she always had wanted, unfortunately the world had other plans… kind of.

The day wasn’t planned to go like this, no, not at all. Y/N had to prepared this day thoroughly for a week, now it was ruined. Not because she had spilled coffee on someone and then got to know their roommates, one which she already has had an awkward encounter with. No, all of that was fine in the long run, the problem was that they were boys, and extremely handsome boys at that. Y/N could remember the first fourteen decimals in the number of pi, she could even make a lamp out of a potato, but this no. No, no, no boys were a big nono. 30 minutes ago she had spoken to them all with no problem, but it was in work setting, she spoke to be able to come to an agreement, How stupid could she be? She herself proposed that she could wake Yoongi up, who does that? And when she did she realized that this situation wasn’t comfortable anymore. She needed to get out without anyone noticing her.

To get to the front door would mean having to go through the living room where everyone was. This gave Y/N two options; either she face her social anxiety and go up to the boys or she takes the fire exit. The decision was easy, of course she would take the fire exit. Yoongi’s room was at the end of the hall by a window, the window.

Y/N sneakily walked towards it and quietly pulled the window up. Right below it was the ladder. The only problem now was that she was on the sixth floor, it was a long way down.

Without hesitation Y/N put down first her right leg and then the left one.

“This is going to be easy.” she said quietly to herself. And as if on queue the ladder began shaking with each movement..

“Shit!” It was too late to go back now, it’s not like the ladder was going to break anyway, that only happens in movies, so Y/N kept going. She never once thought how strange this must’ve looked to spectators; a girl climbing out the window of one of the nation’s biggest boy groups, yeah this was strange. Of course Y/N didn’t know who her neighbors potentially were, there was never time to look that up, she had school to worry about.

After struggling down the ladder for at least seven minutes, Y/N finally put her feet on the ground.

“Easy peasy lemon squeezy!” Y/N exclaimed to herself while brush herself off in victory.

“Now for that test.”

Y/N had already forgotten the adventures from the morning and was making her way to that small café she loved about a mile away from campus. She noticed that a lot of people were staring at her, but brushed it off. Maybe they were staring because she was a foreigner?

Beyond the stares Y/N felt uneasy, like she was followed.

Of course her suspicions were confirmed way too late when a black van pulled up and she was snatched by a man in a mask. On impact she screamed all she had.

“Shhhhhh, please be quiet.” Did this man really think that would work? It only pushed her to scream higher.

“Y/N you need to shut up” The driver shouted this time.

“How do you know my name? Who are you? I’m only a student, I have no money so you can’t press money out of me-” The blabbering kept going until the snatcher shut her mouth with his hand.

“Calm down, it’s me Seokjin.” He took off his mask and true to his words there sat Kim Seokjin, how glorious he was with his blonde hair and his big, black eyes and those lips, oh how she could kiss them all day.

“-see this- Wait Y/N are you even listening?” Damn did she really think that, now, about her kidnapper? Oh yes she did.

“Oh yeah totally. But why are you kidnapping me? Are you all on it? Is this because I left without saying anything?

“Y/N please shut up and let him explain without you interrupting.” The driver started talking again.

“Thank you Namjoon. We didn’t mean to startle you but we need to talk and yes it’s about you leaving, or rather your method of leaving. Someone saw you, filmed it and now it’s everywhere on the internet.”

“Wait, wait, wait how could it go viral that fast? Girls leave boys’ rooms through the window all the time. Why would they bat an eye this time?”

“Because- Wait, you don’t know it do you?” Namjoon chirped in again from the front seat. His intellect was out of this world and he realized it before Jin.

“Don’t know what?!” Jin and Y/N said at the same time obviously not catching on.

“Tell me Y/N have you ever heard of BTS, Bangtan Sonyeondan?” She shook her head no.

“Well they are a kpop-group, which you probably never have listened to. Just one small detail though- WE ARE BTS!” Y/N ‘s mouth formed an ‘o’-shape.

“That explains a lot”

“Is that really all you have to say about this situation? No further questions, no fangirling?” Y/N just shook her head upon Seokjin’s words.

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

“We’re here.” The car stopped and Namjoon stepped out of the car, slamming the door in the progress. A few seconds later he opened the backdoor to let Y/N and Jin out. When he reached out to help Y/N down she finally realized that she was alone with boys. Immediately sweat started to break out and she literally threw herself out of the van and took off sprinting, although she didn’t get far until a strong hand grabbed her.

“Nuh uh, not this time. You ain’t getting away until we talk this through.” Of course it was the muscle bunny Jungkook who had caught her.

“Let me go, please I can’t do this, please Jungkook.” He knew he shouldn’t but upon hearing her begging and whimpering, blood started flowing downstairs.

“Just make it easy for you and help us sort this out. We can’t stay out like this for too long.” Y/N of course realized that she would never be able to actually slip out of Jungkook’s strong grip.

“Fine, just, please make this quick.”

With that they walked back to the apartment complex. Seokjin and Namjoon where waiting by the entrance.

Back at their apartment the rest of they boys where waiting. All of them had mixed expressions on their faces. Hoseok had a smile on his face but it didn’t reach his eyes, Jimin looked apologetic, and Taehyung looked plain angry. But Yoongi’s face was the worst it was blank, and no one knew what he was thinking.

“Boys before you say anything, she didn’t know who we were.” Jin warned before the storm.

“Y/N because of you little stunt everyone either thinks that you’re screwing us or that you broke inside our apartment. And none of that’s true. We don’t even know why you broke out the window. You could've just left out the door like a- you know, a normal person.” Taehyung’s hard look softened when he saw how scared she was.

Y/N was still holding onto Jungkook. He himself didn't let go either, he secretly liked this feeling of being depended on. It was something he rarely felt because of him being the youngest. That feeling combined with Y/N ‘s breast poking him in his arm made him lightheaded and truthfully horny- where was his self control? he thought.

“I have to go, I can’t take this.” With that Jungkook took his leave, and everyone except Y/N had understood what was going on with him, if it wasn’t for his behavior, his boner poking through his jeans definitely gave it away.

Y/N, the sweet innocent Y/N thought she had done something wrong and made him angry.

“He’s okay, just give him some time.” Jimin patted her shoulder in a comforting way, but Y/N just shied away from his touch.

“This meeting needs to happen now, with or without Jungkook.” The leader said.

It took a long time, much longer than the last meeting. That was only a few hours ago but it seemed like a lifetime. Y/N was now a public figure, only because she had spoken with some boys- and then gone home to them, and hung out with them, and- you know what forget it. Namjoon had called their company so that they could publish an official excuse. All of them were going, well except Jungkook, and Y/N wasn’t permitted to leave the apartment.

“Maybe I should see Jungkook and apologize?” This, of course, went against all of her morals but it looked like she wasn’t about to leave in a while, the least she could do was mend this relationship.

The decision was made and Y/N walked towards where she had seen Jungkook enter.

Stupidly enough she entered without knocking and she saw something many dreamed of, but this wasn’t a dream to her, no it was a nightmare.

There on the bed he was jerking off. He was holding himself in his hand and breathing heavily.

Except for letting out a surprised gasp Y/N didn't do anything else. After that she didn’t stay long enough to find out more and she found herself running out to the kitchen.

While still inside his room, Jungkook was shocked. He pulled up both his underwear and jeans and made his way towards the kitchen where he heard water running.

“Y/N I’m really sorry you had to see that but let me explain!” Jungkook thought that she had seen more than she actually did and was just about to explain more than necessary.

“When I heard the sounds you were making earlier today- sorry I couldn’t help myself and, and, then you kept holding onto me and poking me with your boob. It just excited me.”

“No, no it’s totally okay, you were in your own room and I invaded your privacy- WAIT WHAT!? YOU WERE THINKING OF ME WHILE DOING THAT!?” Y/N wasn’t angry at the revelation, just confused. No one had ever thought of her in that regard and her body reacted opposite of what it should. She felt hot and had Jungkook always looked this good? She took a glance down and his erection was still as prominent, if not more.

“YES AND I’M SORRY” This conversation had turned into shouting and they were both moving closer, although no one noticed, at least not until they could feel each others breaths’ on their faces.

They paused and looked at each other and just like that their lips met in a kiss.

Huh, who would’ve thought?

[canigetuhhhhsomenerdyshit]

imma try and ask you to answer all questions? Or like at least five of your choice because all of them are interesting

 God, I love you. Thank you for this. I answered all the ones I hadn’t already.1. Do you prefer writing with black or blue pen? Black2. Would you prefer to live in the country or the city? The city; the country is beautiful and I love the sunrise, but the bugs…I have a phobia of ticks and I would NOT survive out there.3. If you could learn a new skill, what would it be? Piloting a plane, for sure. Its on my bucket list.4. Do you drink your tea or coffee with sugar? Tea, sometimes, coffee, always. I’ve been told that I’ve only ever had bad coffee if I need sugar to drink it, but goddammit, I’m just addicted to sugar.5. What was your favourite book as a child? Really liked the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, but also the Mortal Instruments and other teeny bopper novels.6. Do you prefer baths or showers? Love baths, but only once in a while, as a bittersweet treat. Definitely prefer showers.7. If you could be a mythical creature, which would you choose? MERMAID. MERMAIDMERMAIDMERMAID8. Do you prefer reading paper or electronic books? Paper. It’s less convenient, but there’s nothing else like it.9. What is your favourite item of clothing? Actually, it’s a tie between two of my dresses. One of them was $10 at the family dollar, and the other was clearanced at Target!11. Who is a mentor to you? My dad, hands down.12. Would you ever want to be famous? If so, what for? Sure! Perhaps for writing; if my book is good enough or I write a kickass screenplay that magically gets purchased by a triple A Hollywood studio, I get it made into a movie, then I can make sure Josh Brolin is cast in it…and Adam Driver…and Rami Malek…and Ilana Glazer…and all the other actors I have crushes on that I can’t currently remember right now…13. Are you a restless sleeper? Very sound one, actually. 15. Which element best represents you? I want to think water or earth. Or, alternatively, iron or magnesium.16. Who do you want to be closer to? Everybody! Specifically, a few of my coworkers, a couple of my friends, plenty of my family friends.17. Do you miss someone at the moment? Ironically, my roommate. Even though there’s been so much strife in our apartment lately due to the people she’s been seeing, I don’t blame her, and I miss her because of it. We live together but its been months since we really hung out the way I wish we could. It’s partially my fault, of course, but we won’t get into that.18. Tell us about an early childhood memory. I’m a writer, you should know better than to tell a story. It’s not a specific one, but a common one. Waking up, the sun shining through my window, getting up at my leisure, coming downstairs, and seeing my dad making pancakes in the kitchen. Our griddle was excessively smoky, so it was always hazier and the beams of sunlight were more visible. It smelled like batter and smoke and summer. I was always the first one up after my dad, so I’d help set the table, get all the syrup and butter set out. Then he’d wake up my sister, and I’d wake up my mom, and we’d all sit down for a nice breakfast together. He used a little bit of vanilla in his recipe, so the pancakes would taste a little extra cake like. I miss that shit; I’m excited to move away from this city, so that when I have to come back home for the holidays, I can stay with my parents, and come downstairs to them making food again.20. What can you see outside your bedroom window? A courtyard/garden, and an alley. 21. What are you most thankful for? My family, and myself.22. Do you like spicy food? YESSS I love it!!!23. Have you ever met someone famous? I met Grizz from 30 Rock, does that count? I also met a few YouTubers, but their famousness is more subjective than a tv star’s.24. Do you keep a diary or journal? A few, scattered around. I snapchat myself like a diary, I do free association diaries on an old Google account, I have a private Instagram where I post updates on my personal life. Depends on which details I want to share, where. Nothing physical, though.25. Do you prefer to use pen or pencil? I hate to choose between the two; pen is so permanent, distinct, but pencil is good for the ideas you aren’t sure about yet. I carry both with me at all times.26. What is your star sign? I’m a Sagittarius sun (Taurus moon, Libra ascendant, if you care about those things)27. Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy? CRUNCHY! I don’t give a shit if Cap’n Crunch shreds the roof of my mouth, the CRUNCH is what I need28. What would you want your legacy to be? I want to be the best friggin Hufflepuff I can be, tbh29. Do you like reading? What was the last thing you read? I love it, but I usually only end up doing it on vacations. The last book I read was ‘IT’, months ago, but the last thing I read was probably fanfiction (maybe even my own, lmao, I love rereading and learning from my past writing choices).30. How do you show someone you love them? I’m actually tied in three ways for my top love language; I show my love any way I can, apparently. Gifts, vocal affirmations, physical touch, quality time, the whole nine yards. If I love you, you’ll know.31. Do you like ice in your drinks? Nope. Too coldy for my teethies.34. Do you address older people by their first or last name? I address people how they want to be addressed? I’m not sure how to answer this; I suppose in general I default to ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’ a lot, rather than saying actual names. Displays my playful spirit and a casual but sincere respect all at once.35. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life? On the road, coming home every few months. I want to live everywhere, for a little while. On the beach, in the mountains, in the forest, the desert. I wanna go everywhere and learn everything.36. Do you prefer swimming in pools or in the ocean? Pools, but only because of my love/hate relationship with the ocean. Thing’s massive and intrigues me so much, but I know better than to fuck with it for too long.37. What would you do if you found $50 on the ground? If it had been there a while, I’d keep it. If someone had just dropped it, I’d return it. I’m probably save it, maybe put it on my student loans, who knows.38. Have you ever seen a shooting star? Did you make a wish? I have! The first one I ever ‘saw’ I made up because my sister saw one before I did and I wanted to seem cool (I was seven, I think). But the first real one I saw was in a parking lot with a friend in high school. Felt magical, made a wish. Doubt it came true; it was probably a wish for a boyfriend lmao dumbass39. What is one thing you would want to teach your children? Patience. I know it can’t be taught, but I’d try my darnedest to see if I could at least give them a little bit of mine.41. What can you hear right now? I’m listening to my songs on shuffle, and currently its my favorite band Gorillaz’s song ‘Rhinestone Eyes’. There’s a dog panting on the floor, fan running on the ceiling, the A/C is quietly humming.42. Where do you feel the safest? The house I grew up in. You can’t fuck with me there, it’s like the Asgard to my Hela, I get all my power from it.43. What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer? I want to conquer my GD writer’s block so I can write some good original shit.44. If you could travel back to any era, which would you choose? THE 80S!!!! PLEASE, let me go back to the 80s, I would’ve killed it. High waisted shorts, hi-tops, the music, the lack of internet…sounds dreamy.45. What is your most used emoji? 💕 47. How would you spend your ideal day? Go to a morning movie stoned, perhaps by myself, get some killer lunch, hangout with my family for a bit, maybe get dinner or make dinner, end the night with a smoke sesh with my girls and in bed by 10:30.49. What do you regret the most? Not getting closure with a lot of people.50. Invent your own word. What does it mean? Uhhhh……..I’ll get back to you on that one.

[brokemultidotexe]

Unexpected Pt. 6.5

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You never expected your trip to Seoul to end up like it does. You didn’t expect to step off the plane and have coffee pour down your shirt. You also didn’t expect the guy to offer to show you around the city. You notice things about him that don’t quite make sense, like how he shows interest but will only see you when he has the time which is at random hours during the day and night. Who knew your only friend in Seoul would turn out to be an international star and just how difficult things could get.

Word Count: 1k

Warning: None

Genre: Romance/Friendship

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 6.5 | 7 |

Jungkook’s phone lit up with a voicemail notification. He clicked on the notification and listened as it dialed his voicemail. “Where the hell are you? We started practice an hour ago.” he heard Namjoon’s voice come through the speakers. He was never late and he knew there would be questions, questions he truly didn’t want to answer.

Within twenty minutes he was pulling into the parking lot of the practice studio and turned the car off and quickly made his way inside. He glanced at his phone and bit his lip seeing that he was going to be a total of three hours late. He made his way down the hall and opened the door to the practice room. All of the members were laid out on the floor already covered in sweat from practicing. They fell to a silence when he entered the room and they all looked at him. He was sure he looked like he rolled out of bed, which he did, and they probably noticed that he was wearing the exact same clothes as the day before.

Taehyung was the first one to get up and make his way over once jungkook turned to the cabinets and grabbed his bag of extra clothes to practice in. “Where have you been? You realize you worried everyone.”

Jungkook sighed and quickly pulled his shirt off and replacing it with the plain white tee he had stashed away. “I fell asleep while at a friends, that’s it.” he decided to keep the joggers he had on for practice and tossed the bag off to the side with the previous day’s clothes.

“We called everyone we could think of and none of them were with you.” Taehyung’s face was set in worry and Jungkook felt bad about making them worry, it hadn’t been his intent. He didn’t think he would fall asleep that easily, or sleep that hard.

“Look, I’m sorry. The schedule over the last few days completely drained me and I didn’t expect that I would completely pass out and sleep like the dead.” He quickly changed his shoes to something more suitable for practice. Jungkook felt Tae’s eyes on him but tried his best to ignore it. “Let’s just practice, what’s up next?”

Jungkook walked to the middle of the floor and stood there a little awkwardly until Hobi decided to tell them they were going to work on ‘I NEED U’ choreography. He signed knowing that the little bit of energy he had gotten from sleeping was about to be completely drained. Jungkook danced as well as he normally did but didn’t put in the energy like he normally did because he really wanted to make it through a night of hanging out with Y/N.

Jungkook leaned back against the wall and slid down until he was sitting on the floor. Namjoon took a seat right next to him, “Jungkook, where were you? I didn’t even know you left the dorm last night.”

He scratched the back of his neck, “I went to go see a friend and I fell asleep. That’s all.”

Namjoon eyed him, “Will you at least let someone know where you go so I’m not calling up half the people we know trying to figure out where you are?”

Jungkook nodded, “Yeah.”

Namjoon patted his leg, “I’m calling the practice for the day so rest up for the performance tomorrow.” he stood and left the room leaving only himself and Jimin.

“Before you even ask, I went to a friends and fell asleep. Yes, I promise I won’t do it again and I’ll let people know if I decide to leave the dorm.” He stood up brushing the dust off his pants.

“I know, Tae told me.” Jungkook looked at his friend, “But I also know that you’ve been hiding something. We may not be roommates jungkook but I’ve noticed you’ve been ducking out after schedules are done.”

Jungkook shrugged, “I’ve just needed to get out some.”

“You rarely leave your room when we’re home and have down time.” Jimin eyed Jungkook, “Where are you going?”

Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, “To hangout with a friend, like I said.”

“Then why the secrecy? Every time one of us asks where you’re going you dodge the question.”

He sighed, “I’m just trying to figure some things out, okay? Sometimes it sucks having to keep aspects of my life separate.”

Jimin didn’t move, he just looked at his best friend with knowing eyes. He knew it was a girl, that much he had already had suspicions about. “Just bring her around, you don’t have to hide things. It’s not like we think just because there’s a girl that you’ll suddenly stop putting the group first.”

Jungkook was silent and felt so torn, part of him wanted to tell Jimin everything so he could talk to someone about it all. He wasn’t even sure how he was feeling or what was happening. He’d liked girls in the past but the draw to Y/N was like nothing he had ever felt. “It’s not that simple.” he said softly.

Jimin leaned against the wall in front of him, “why not?”

“Because we’re very different,” he paused trying to pick his words carefully, “She isn’t in our….line of work?” Jungkook wasn’t sure how to word everything without putting up a huge billboard that said ‘I like a regular person that isn’t an idol and has no idea who he is’.

“Is she in the entertainment industry at all?” Jungkook could see that Jimin was asking out of pure curiosity and without any agenda.

Jungkook sat on the question for a little bit. He wasn’t sure if he should go any further, but he trusted Jimin wholeheartedly and thought that maybe having someone know wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Especially if that person was Jimin.

“No.” Jungkook watched as the wheels turned in Jimin’s head. He bit his lip waiting for the pieces to fall into place. He saw Jimin’s eyes get a bit wider and meet with his own.

“You’re serious?” He was walking closer to Jungkook.

He nodded, “She doesn’t know who I am though. She doesn’t even know who our group is. She’s from the US and she’s only here for a few months anyways.”

AN: I felt like giving a glimpse into what Jungkook is going through would help make a little more sense since none of you are in my head. This is short and it’s meant to only be a glimpse. But now someone knows….

This may take place of Saturday’s update, I’m not sure yet. It depends if i have time but hopefully this will tide you over until the next full update. Let me know what you think and keep being awesome!

Also, someone messaged me asking if i do requests. I do you and requests are OPEN

[daddiesmonsterboi]

Kinky Quiz

·         1:Kitchen Counter, Couch, on top of the dryer? All of the above – beds and floors and against walls.

·         2:Your last sexual encounter: Good or Bad and why: It was really good, and was with my mister! He touched me and pet me a lot.

·         3:A fictional person that you think would be good in bed: Ummm I think about this a ton – maybe Terry from Brooklyn 99 because he’s SO STRONG and also very gentle? Now I’m blanking on everything I’ve ever read or watched.

·         4:Something that never fails to make you horny: That Dom voice, or being told what’s going to happen, most power play stuff

·         5:Where is one place you would never have sex: the beach – even though I have I wouldn’t do it again. SAND, sand everywhere!

·         6:The most awkward moment during a sexual experience? I mean, I drew blood once? Not on purpose? Not in a kink situation, just like, vanilla, getting to know you sex. That was rough.

·         7:Weirdest thing that ever made you horny: OH MAN, I am the prince of weird boners. Ever since Scar and Hexus’s voice in their animated movies, to like a LITERAL SIDEWALK that had spray paint on it? There was green paint that said “hole” with an arrow, and I was like, “What if I was like, ON THIS SIDEWALK with this sign and exposed… and and…Essentially I am a mess.

·         8:What is the best way to sexually bind someone: Meh, anything that gets the job done. Rope, cuffs, chain, cage whatever you want.

·         9:What is the fastest way to make you horny: Add dirty talk/power play into the situation, mix and repeat.  

·         10:Top or bottom? I am currently mostly a bottom/sub, but have topped in the past. I think I’m 85% a bottom, with occasional mean top thoughts and impulses.

·         11: Ever get caught having sex? Yes, but like, just roommates coming home sort of thing. Also boarding school. That was worse.

·         12:Is one orgasm enough? Are multiple orgasms necessary?  I think it depends on the type of orgasm and the situation. Sometimes the first one feels like a warm up orgasm, and other times I would melt if I tried for another, so I guess? It depends?

·         13:Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find: Not much really, I guess my mister’s little blade for knife play, but I don’t really care.

·         14:Weirdest nickname a significant other has ever called you? Sir has a ton of nick names for me, riffing on my name, but none of them are really weird. An ex called me her muse a few times and that made me like, SO ILL.

·         15:Two things you like [or dislike] about oral sex: Like: when it’s paired with other stimulation. Dislike: I’m sometimes self-conscious about it, and it can sometimes be triggering

·         16:Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you: Like, sucking my toes? But that wasn’t really weird, it was just tickly.

·         17:Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?] Yup, kissing folks who have just gone down on me.

·         18:Is it ever okay to not use a condom: Sure, if your partner(s) consent to that and you both are aware of the potential risks, why not?

·         19:Who was the sexiest teacher you ever had? Okay, I get crushes on teachers like woah. I’ll say my high school’s bio teacher.

·         20:A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience: I’m not really into food during sex.

·         21:How big is too big: When it hurts?

·         22:One sexual thing you would never do: Not into scat or anything to do with actual animals or minors.  

·         23:Biggest turn on: These days, probably power and personality.

·         24:Three spots that drive you insane: My bum, collarbone, aaand back

·         25:Worst possible time to get horny: During a presentation? Yay discreet boners

·         26:Do you like it when your sexual partner moans: Yes please

·         27:Worst sexual idea you ever had: Bondage with shoelaces? Kids are dumb

·         28:How much fapping is too much fapping: When your hand starts to cramp

·         29:Best sexual complement you ever got: You’re my good boi.

·         30:Bald, landing strip, Jumanji: I don’t really care, as long as I can get all in there

·         31:Is it good sex if you don’t cum? It really can be

·         weird… where did 32 go? somewhere

·         33:What your favorite part of your body: huh… I don’t know. My lips maybe?

·         34:Favorite foreplay activities: General touching, telling me all the things you want to do, bondage,

·         35:Love (>,<, or =) Sex For those of us who don’t remember our math thats “greater than, less than, or equal to] Meh, I think they are different things entirely and can be joined or not.

·         36:What do you wear to bed? Sometimes jammies, but I mostly wrestle them off in my sleep so wake up NUDE

·         37:When was the last time you masturbated: A couple of days ago with my Sir

·         38:Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself? Yus

·         39:Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside? I totally would again, and the last time was in a tent in the woods!

·         40:Have/would you ever have sex outside? Yes I would!

·         41:Have/would you ever had a threesome? Yes please and often

·         42:What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate? Ummm, a pillow? Kind of boring.

·         43:Have/would you ever masturbate at work/school? I have, but then again I used to live at my school so…

·         44:Have/would you ever have sex on a plane? Probably not

·         45:What is one song you’d like to have sex to? Most things by Rhianna, thumping music with good bass and a sexy beat.

·         46:What is something nonsexual that makes you horny? The rumble of a bus, the power and vibration sometimes just get to me

·         47:Most attractive celebrity? I think Lucas from the Cliks is a stone fox

·         48:Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? why/why not? I have, more gay porn these days than lesbian. I like to switch up what I enjoy because my sexuality is all over the place.

·         49:If a child was born on the occasion of the last time you had sex, how old would that child be right now? A day old!

·         50:Has anyone ever posted nude pictures of you online? Yus, with my permission.

·         51:What is one thing that NEVER makes you horny? Apathy, bigotry

·         52:Do you have stretch marks? (How do you feel about them? Has anyone ever had a problem with them?) I think I might have a few, and I don’t mind them I guess. No one has ever really mentioned them.

·         53:Do you like giving head? (why/why not) I have to be in the right mood, but when it’s on, I really enjoy it.

·         54:How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in? I love them.

·         55:How would you feel about taking someones virginity? I’ve done it in the past – I would be pretty hesitant at this point in my life. But if we knew each other and they wanted that, I would work with them.

·         56:Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter? Most things – I don’t really mix food and sex.

·         57:Is there anything you do on Tumblr that you would not like your significant other to see? Nope

·         58:Do you own any sex toys? (what is it? (how long have you had it?) I have a bunch! Some straps and insertable toys, my plug and tail, my chest harness and some floggers and paddles and thwappy toys and thunky toys and our little blade and and and

·         59:Would you give your significant other unrestricted access to your Tumblr for a day? Sure

·         60:Would you be offended if your significant other suggested you get plastic surgery? Probably a lot

·         61:Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute? Hmmmm I think it would be good to mix the two and be a sex worker who made media and worked with people

·         62:Do you watch porn? Yup

·         63:How small is too small? No such thing

·         64:Have you ever been called a freak? Why? I don’t think so.

·         65:Who gave you your last kiss? My Sir this morning before work!

·         66:Would you switch phones with your significant other for one day? I guess so – it seems impractical

·         67:Do you feel comfortable going “commando”? Not so much

·         68:Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn’t shaved their pubic hair? Nope

·         69:If you could give yourself head, would you? Probably not, I’ve got stuff to do

·         70:Booty or Boobs? Probably that booty

·         71:If you had a penis/vagina, what would you name it? DOOMBRINGER, or like, Cap’n Snugs

·         72:Have you ever been on an official date? Yeah! I like dates

·         73:Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?) Yes, for complicated reasons.

·         74:If you were a stripper, what would your name be? Jacque Coqlette

·         75:Have you ever had sex in your parents bed? (Would you?) NOPE

·         76:How would you react if you found out your parents had sex in your bed? I would be so confused 1) How are you in this state? 2) You’ve been divorced for 20 years 3) what the hell?

·         77:What was your reaction the first time you saw a penis/vagina? SO scared, SO intimidated, SO happy

·         78:If you had a penis/vagina for a day, what are five things you would do?  UM

[rdmfavcpls]

My Secrect - Chapter 4

Title: My Secret

Pairing: Ami/Arata

Rating: T

Summary: Have you ever felt safe and protected when you are with someone you love? Do you have that one item that has their scent on it and you just hold that tight around you for any reason? I do, but that person must never know I love them because they are in a happy relationship, this is my secret. (They don’t know the relationship is on the verge of falling apart.)

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Digimon or its franchise.

Chapter 1 - http://rdmfavcpls.tumblr.com/post/165463976832/my-secret-chapter-1

Chapter 2 - http://rdmfavcpls.tumblr.com/post/165664831462/my-secrect-chapter-2-reunion

Chapter 3 - http://rdmfavcpls.tumblr.com/post/166734498397/my-secret-chapter-3-chase

~~Story Begins~~

Chapter 4 - Caught

Two months passed and Arata was back to his geeky, cynical, but lovable self. He did see Emi after they broke up for a month. She was on the arm of her on-and-off again ex, trying to make him jealous. It didn’t work. In fact, he thinks he accidentally made her jealous because Ami was with him. Arata purposely made sure that Ami didn’t see his ex, who knows what type of reaction Ami would have.

Arata wouldn’t show it, but he was happy. He was able to hang out with everyone, he could watch his anime shows, read his books, but most importantly, Ami was back at his side. When he wanted to do something, she was usually the first one to volunteer to go with him or one of the first people to side with him in a friendly debate, depending on the subject. Lesson learned. Never argue a point over international food or anything spiritual with Ami. She will not back down and will win the debate.

Ami wasn’t having many nightmares or seeing the things that haunted her before as much. Ami and Kyoko both claim that he had something to do with her slowly healing, but he doesn’t see how. She does let him know when she feels an attack coming on which helps out a lot. Their other friends are still clueless over how dark Ami’s nightmares are and how strong their hold on is.

He’s lost count of how many times he would stay up binge watching his shows that he missed when Ami went to bed only for Ami to wake up later on and make both of them some hot chocolate. Since he moved in, he banned her from making coffee, but that’s beside the point. Her eyes would look like they were distant and it was bad when her eyes look like they were dead.

He has also lost count of how many times of he’s seen her suddenly lost in the past, mumbling things he didn’t understand or piece together. He’s had to grab her shoulders, shake her, explain to her that she’s in the present, that whatever she is seeing isn’t true. Than there are times when he has to pull her close and let whatever she is experiencing past, those are the worst.

Summer was just starting but the heat wasn’t terrible yet, and it was Ami’s birthday today. The main reason as to why Arata’s summer job boss allowed him to take the rest of the day off after working half of his shift. It also helped that his boss found out Arata has been working double shifts as his co-worker never showed up to work. Most nights during late spring, early summer, and the weekends, he didn’t get home until closer to eleven at night.  Luckily, his boss understood what Arata told him about Ami and accepted that sometimes Arata would be on his digivice to message her and maybe call her to get her to calm down.

Ami would try and stay up for him most nights, even though he tells her that she doesn’t have to, but he enjoys it. The nights that she can’t stay up, he always finds a note letting him know what the leftovers are if he wants any, and there’s a cute picture of a cat eating the leftovers. The nights that he knows she feels bad about not being able to stay up, a Keramon is drawn eating the leftovers. They always made him smile, no matter how bad of a day he was having.

That was something which he never about Ami was that she was an excellent drawer. Drawing is something that has calmed her down when he wasn’t there. It was also a way for her to remember all that happened with the digimon. He has a box filled with the drawings that she’s made for him and he occasionally looks at them just to smile.

Even though it was summer and Ami’s birthday, Arata knew Ami was back at the apartment working on her summer homework. Kyoko gave Ami the day off to celebrate turning nineteen, her mom couldn’t be home in time to celebrate it, Nokia’s family started their vacation on a cruise ship, Yuugo and Yuuko were forced to join their father and their new step-mom on their honeymoon to Italy, Ryota and Sakura were forced to attend summer school, and they both figured that Arata would be working late again tonight. So, he decided to head home without notifying Ami, just to surprise her and take her out to do something.

Arata quietly entered the apartment and looked around for his best friend/love interest/roommate. He found her in the kitchen engrossed in her summer homework, humming what appeared to be a soothing lullaby, sitting on the kitchen counter, and Arata registered the soft ticking sound of a timer. What truly caught his attention was a white jacket that he was very familiar with.

He never saw his black jacket on her sitting down, never had an opportunity to have her wear it sitting down, never had another opportunity like he did that stormy night two months ago, but his white jacket was big on her much like his black jacket. The white jacket covered a good majority of her body, her head was exposed and her bare feet were dangling off of the counter. The sleeves were pushed up a little so her hands were free and Arata watched for a little bit as she twirled the pencil in her hand as she read the textbook she was fully engrossed in, writing down notes when need too. He thought he was a diligent student typing up notes, but she hand writes her notes in an organized style.

He was surprised a little bit at seeing her bare feet, he never thought that the cyber sleuth would be self-conscious about her feet, but she is. She wouldn’t put on socks unless she was absolutely sure she wasn’t going to have any visitors and it took her a month before she finally got used to him living with her.

He leaned against the wall that connected the kitchen to the living area, his arms crossed as he wore a smirk on his face. “You know, when Yuugo told me that they gave my white jacket to one of Yuuko’s friends, I didn’t realize they were talking about you.”

His smirk grew bigger upon seeing Ami jump out of her skin, her book and notebook sliding off her lap, the pencil that was dancing mindlessly in between her fingers fell onto the counter and onto the floor. He was pretty much sure he could see the counter where she was sitting, when she jumped.

“Must you scare me like that?” Ami asked clutching her chest above her heart. She closed her eyes in order to try and calm herself down and to hide the shame and fear in her eyes upon Arata seeing her in his old coat. She didn’t realize that he was enjoying the sight of her in it. “I thought you had work, why are you home early?”

“Boss let me go home early, found out the truth about the other worker who never shows up. Than he found out that today’s your birthday and said something about how you are a saint for putting up with me as a roommate and that I should celebrate your birthday with you,” Arata responded shrugging his shoulders as Ami looked back at him.

She chuckled and looked back at him, “If anyone is the saint, it is you putting up with me, You finally get an afternoon off and you decide to come back and scare me?” Ami questioned getting off the counter to pick up her homework that fell.

“I actually came back to see if you wanted to do anything since today is your birthday. I mean, even though it was short notice and I told you not too, you still got me an online gift card so I could go on an online shopping spree. I figured I could try and do something similar only, I don’t know what type of shopping you like to do,” Arata responded. “Than again, you would possibly buy things for other people instead of yourself.”

Ami sat her homework down on the table, “You know me so well. I am telling you now that even though you are really weird with your coats, you aren’t getting this one back.”

Arata cocked an eyebrow at her with that sentence and tried not to chuckle as the sleeves rolled down covering her hands and how she burrowed her head further into the collar.

The timer went off and Ami turned towards the oven, “You could have called by the way. I might have agreed to going out to a birthday lunch.”

Arata waited patiently, pushing away from the wall as Ami took what appeared to be and smelled like cake out. When Ami was back by the counter, taking her oven mitts off, he moved quickly and quietly to stand right behind her.

“If I called, than I wouldn’t have seen you in my old jacket,” Arata commented causing Ami to jump and spin around, the white jacket on her moving with her, making Arata think that the cyber sleuth could use either of his jackets as a dress if she wanted too. He wouldn’t complain any considering he enjoyed seeing his jackets on her.

“Dammit Arata,” Ami said upon seeing him so close, a breath away from actually touching her, but she was successfully trapped between him and the counter. “Stop scaring me!”

“You should be more aware of your surroundings, cyber sleuth,” Arata said with a chuckle, placing his hands on the counter, emphasizing the point that she was trapped. “Mind telling me as to why you have my old jacket?”

“It was a gift from our three friends,” Ami said looking up at Arata. “They said you was going to donate it so they gave it to me.”

“I’m surprised as to how Nokia didn’t give it away,” he leaned forward, testing the limits of how long he can last before he starts kissing her.  He didn’t realize that he was also testing Ami. “So let me ask, WHY are you wearing my jacket?”

Ami just stared at him, trying to figure out HOW to answer him, but it was hard with him so close and looking at her like she was prey. Than she remembered the conversation they had when Arata had started staying with her on that fateful rainy day.

~~Flashback~~

“Have you ever just followed what your heart wants to do where you didn’t worry about the consequences?”

“No,” Ami spoke shaking her head. “I know what you mean, however.”

“Great!” Arata said and Ami had to do a double-take. He sounded so excited, it was almost like it was when he wins a free rare comic. “Tell me what it is!”

~~End Flashback~~

“Well?” Arata asked, he wasn’t going to let Ami go, not until he received an answer. Plus, he had such a wonderful view of the adorable cyber sleuth wearing his jacket that was too big on her.

He was surprised when Ami suddenly grabbed the collar of his own black jacket that he was wearing, pulled him down to her level, and then started kissing him. Now, he won’t complain that Ami made the first move, he was going to kiss her sometime today, but there was something different about this kiss than the ones he had in his previous relationships. This one was full of fireworks, it felt like life - it was breath-taking and addicting at the same time.

Usually whenever Arata or his current girlfriend kissed, his mind didn’t shut down, he knew when they changed moves or if the position changed. That didn’t happen this time. When they broke away from the kiss, Ami was back sitting on the countertop, her hands now gently gripping his hair, he was keeping her on the counter with his hands holding onto her waist, underneath his old jacket.

“You are something else,” Arata spoke as Ami rested her head against his shoulder. “I’m not complaining, but I was not expecting you to kiss me.”

“All I did was take you up on your offer, I’m sorry if it ruins our friendship.”

Ami felt his shoulder shake as a low chuckle escaped his throat, “I highly doubt that the kiss ruined our friendship, but what offer are you talking about?” Arata asked curiously, the cake and her homework forgotten. If he had made Ami an offer to kiss him than he would’ve pushed all the buttons he would have had her kiss him sooner. He refused to leave or let her go since he lost count of how many times he lost her in his life. Now that he thinks about, he has lost count of too many things.

“Doing whatever my heart wants without worrying about the consequences, you said you would try to make it happen within reason.” Ami looked at Arata as she let go of his hair and removed her head from his shoulder. “Sorry if -” his eyes narrowed as she continued, “-a kiss is not within reas- Arata!” she screeched at the end as Arata moved her as close as possible to him.

“Of course it’s within reason,” he growled before he started kissing her again, the same fireworks, the feeling of being alive, everything happened again. Now with her so close, he moved one hand off of her waist and undid the one button keeping the jacket on, causing it to pool around her arms. He feels her gripping his shoulders as she responded back to the kiss.

When he broke apart, he instantly rested his forehead against hers, panting slightly

“Both of my coats make you look even more adorable in them,” he stated.

“Both of your coats? This one is mine,” Ami argued playfully. They both know that if he asks her for it back, she’ll give it to him.

“Shush,” Arata said looking at her. “You do know you are the only other person besides me to wear both of my coats, right? I don’t allow people to even touch my coats.” He moved his forehead away from hers before placing his lips against her forehead, giving her a chaste kiss on her forehead. “I’m pretty much sure I’ve had feelings for you a year now and I have been dying to kiss you.”

Ami blushed, “First meeting in old Kowloon is when I knew I had feelings for you, I know what you can get me for my birthday now.”

“Oh? What would the birthday girl like?” Arata asked looking at her.

His answer was her lips pressed against his in another kiss, he was more than happy to obey.

When everyone returned, Ami and Arata were there to welcome them back, Ami was now wearing a yellow scarf around her neck.

“Oh, dearie!” Nokia yelled hugging Ami. “You look adorbs with that scarf on, but why are you wearing one?”

“I found it when we was moving to the new apartment and figured I’ll wear it,” Ami replied hugging her friend back.

Arata rolled his eyes, he was the reason for the scarf, but he wasn’t happy that the scarf was around her neck. “Yes, I have decided to stay being her roommate. She doesn’t mind it. How was your trips?”

“Amazing!” Nokia said.

“Ours were good as well,” Yuuko spoke. “What did you two do?”

“Nothing really,” Ami said.

“Are you two dating yet?” Nokia asked.

“Nokia!” Yuuko hissed as Arata laughed.

“You caught us,” Arata answered crossing his arms while Ami nodded her head with a smile. “We are dating officially. Best decision ever.”

“And we weren’t inform?” Nokia asked.

“Much like how I wasn’t informed Ami has my old coat. Good job on keeping your mouth shut on that,” Arata said uncrossing his arms. “Welcome home you three.”

“We will let you go and relax at home,” Ami said waving at them before her and Arata left them.

Nokia watched as they left, Arata looking at Ami, before glaring at the scarf Ami was wearing and tugging on it. “Hey guys, do you think Ami is wearing that scarf to hide any hickeys?”

“Nokia, not everyone is as immature as you,” Yuuko spoke.

“She could be onto something,” Yuugo said. “However, we already pushed them back towards together, let’s not push them anymore.”

Arata tugged on Ami’s scarf, “Leave my scarf alone,” Ami said. “It isn’t my fault you decided to cover my neck in love bites!”

Arata smirked as he let go of her scarf only to reach out for her hand, “You wasn’t complaining when I was giving them to you yesterday. They are meant to be seen.”

“I only want them to be private and seen by you,” Ami commented with a smile.

Arata smirked and kissed her cheek as he whispered into her ear, “Only because you want me to give you more of them.” He moved away from her cheek. “I love you, I’m so sorry for working double shifts again. Those notes you leave behind for me, they really help me make it through the day.”

“If I can make you smile, than I am happy,” Ami said. “I love you too, hopefully soon, your boss will find more help.”

“I do too,” Arata commented squeezing her hand before letting go since their lunch breaks were about over.

~~The End~~

[johnark]

THIS STORY BEGINS WITH YANG PREGNANT AND EXPECTING ON 29 JULY 2019.

On 16 June Aram wrote:

Yang and I are both doing well. Yang is 33 weeks along, and our home is starting to feel a bit more child friendly. The crib, car seat, clothes, and diaper pail have all arrived and has been put together.

Next weekend we continue our classes at Stanford’s training school to learn more about infant care, and hopefully will still have one more relaxing holiday weekend (nearby in Santa Cruz) before the little one is here.

Aram

21 July Paul wrote: Aram and Yang are expecting a one-week delay of the birth because this is probable for 1st time Moms.

On 27 July 2019 John wrote:

Hi Aram and Yang So, our little lady will not make her grand appearance for all the world to see in July 2019, but rather in August 2019. Is there a day of most probable expectation? You know what I mean, even if I can't say it. It is said that male members of the family become somewhat confused near the day of expectation. I hope you don't fall into that category, Aram, and I can't even imagine that you do. Men, until recently, were not allowed in the birthing room. Now they are encouraged to be there at the mother's side. Will you be there, Aram? What are your plans? What about cigars? Do we have enough sense to abandon this tradition? OK, I know you guys are fully prepared and ready for the big day. The rest of us are in Stand-By Mode with plenty of anticipation and maybe some anxiety. Love you John and Tami

On 28 July Aram wrote: Hi John!

We’re awaiting patiently the babies arrival; tomorrow is her official due date but according to the hospital, 80% of new mothers deliver afterwards.

Starting tomorrow I’ll be working from home until the day arrives, which gives us a chance to spend the last few care free hours together :) But truthfully, we’re both awaiting the day now and looking forward to it.

No cigars or any other plans, but I do plan to be there. Typically new mother’s spend two nights at the hospital, so depending how Yang feels, we might have our friends stop by on the second day. But the plan is to just play everything by ear!

Hope all is well, Aram

On 1 August 2019 John wrote:

Hi Aram, Yang and BabyK I talked to Paul on the phone yesterday and he told me that we remain in Anticipation Mode for the time being. I recall your informing me via email that the doctors told you that it very well could be later than anticipated. And that's the case. So, I suppose there is little if any concern about this. If I recall correctly, Paul said that your (Aram) birth did not go exactly as planned. I think there was a matter of Paul's allowing the battery to run down in the car which was to be used to carry Pirjo to the hospital. You arrived earlier than anticipated. Another point was that there were 13 medical people in the delivery team and Pirjo knew all of them - she had worked in that hospital. There have been a lot of jokes about the father around the birth date. I don't have a specific joke for you, but I do have a photo. This is John, Francine and Michael on the birth date. Aram, you met all of them on Paul's 75th birthday celebration in NYC. Does John look worn out to you? OK, we remain in stand by mode. Love, John and Tami

On 3 August 2019 Aram wrote: Hi John and Tami!

In just a short while, we’re going to head to the hospital, and hopefully meet Lilja soon.

This morning Yang’s water broke around 6 am. A quick call to the hospital, and they asked us to come in around 8 to 9 after we’d had a chance to shower, have breakfast, and just get ourselves up and about. We arrived just after 8, and a few tests later it was confirmed that yes, the water broke, and no, there wasn’t yet any meconium (i.e. poop).

Because of that, they suggested we could enjoy the sunny day and go about our business. Labor might start, but if it didn’t, we should be back in 24 hours to ensure no infection. Since we didn’t really think we’d be able to sleep tonight, and it’s no fun to wake up at 5 am, we elected to head in after dinner tonight. We’re not sure yet of the plan, but we assume they’re likely to start to induce Yang.

So we enjoyed a nice, lazy Saturday in the city. Some slow walks, a nice lunch at our favorite Chinese restaurant, ice cream and socializing with my old roommate who was visiting from Germany, and shortly a slice of pizza at one of our favorite restaurants. Oh, and a lottery ticket – just in case :)

Yang is doing super well –– no complains –– and ever ready to do her part. I feel remarkably calm; in some ways this feels calm and orderly.

We’ll let you know as soon as we know how things go!

Love, Aram + Yang

On 4 August, 6:59 PM Aram wrote: Will write more later, but Yang and Lilja are both good. Long day, resulting in a c-section, but are in good health and spirits.

Born 5:11 pm, August 4th, 2019, 7 lbs 5. Love from us all!

On 4 August 2019, 8:48 PM John wrote: YAAAHUUUU!!!! CONGRATULATIONS!! Seven - five. That's exactly the average weight of a newborn according to Mrs. Internet. Thank you for the news and the photo. Love you - John & Tami

On 5 August 2019 John wrote: Hi Aram, Yang and Lilja You wrote "long day, resulting in a C-Section." We take this to mean that most of yesterday was spent with unsuccessful induced labor. Also that inasmuch as we were a week past the anticipated delivery date it was decided then to resort to Plan - C. Is that the way it went? Anytime surgery is involved, whether minor or major, there are concerns. And there is the recovery and healing from the incision. We know that Yang is in good health, as are both of you, and we anticipate that her good health will carry her through this complication. Just passed 'one day old' a short time ago. Wishing a speedy recovery for Yang. John and Tami

On 6 August Aram wrote: Hi John,

Yang had to endure three different methods of delivery on Sunday: after we were admitted on Saturday evening and inducers users, by 5 am she started to experience a lot of pain. She bore through it for two hours, and when nitrous oxide didn’t help, we switched to the stronger fentinel.

At that point they did an exam and found her to be 6.5 cm open, so very close. With the pain increasing, we switched to an epidural that worked well and by 1.30 pm she was fully dilated.

Lilja wasn’t in the best position, so we waited an hour hoping gravity would help.

Active delivery started 2.30 pm, and after two hours of pushing, Lilja was starting to struggle. Her heart beat jumped after the contractions, so they were worried she needed to be delivery soon.

Complicating things was Yang developed a fever and infection.

They tried the vacuum to see if she might be able to still be delivered naturally, but no luck — so c-section was the best way. I was able to be in the room, and it was relatively short.

Yang’s infection means Lilja is still in the nursery/nicu and not with us. By tomorrow, we will know if she has any symptoms.

Yang was moved the first night to a floor better equipped to handle her monitoring, but by yesterday afternoon returned to the delivery floor. Antibiotics are still being used, but she has made incredible progress. 2 pm yesterday was intense swelling, and general immobility. By 8 pm she was able to walk to the nursery.

Today she is doing much better, and only having the IV intermittently. Breastfeeding attempts have started.

Our hope is tomorrow Lilja can return to our recovery room, and that we might be able to go home by Thursday. However, if Lilja has an infection, we will need to readjust.

On 6 August John wrote: WOW! OH, MY!! Thank you very much, Aram, for your detailed report. Oh, my. We can be so very thankful that Yang has taken such good care of her health all these years. She needed that good health for this. So glad that she is recovering quickly. This again speaks to her good health and her taking good care of her body. The indications are that we are on the down side of a very difficult situation. We are so proud of Yang. Her physical and mental strength carried the day. Thank you for the photos. Love and hugs to all three of you!! John and Tami

On 7 August John wrote: Another day in recovery. We hope all is progressing in a normal manner. We are so thankful that the rules have changed and that you were able to be at Yang's side all the way. We know that it was a great comfort for her. Hopeful that Thursday will be a homeward bound day. John and Tami

On 7 August Aram wrote: Lilja joined us today after lunch in the recovery room. Some minor monitoring but she will likely have a clean bill of health tomorrow :)

Yang is doing better, still recovering, and still on antibiotics. They need to give IVs tonight and probably tomorrow, so it looks like we might be able to go home on Friday, assuming everything with Yang is positive.

Lilja has started doing baby 👶 things. Peeing, feeding, crying but it feels good.

Thanks for the continued positive messages, they help us through the day! Aram

On 8 August John wrote: Thank you for your message yesterday. Great to see Lilja An doing all the things she is supposed to. And we hope Yang will be able to travel tomorrow, Friday. Isn't it amazing that even with the best, even meticulous, planning and preparation things don't always go as they should? Good health was our backup here and we are thankful for it. Thanks for the news and the Great Photos! We hope you are well enough to travel tomorrow. All the best. Love you John & Tami

On 9 August John wrote:

10:24 PM, PT, 9 August 2019. We hope you guys are tired from a day of relocating from the hospital to home base, getting settled at home and preparing for bed. This would mean that every thing with Yang is positive and that she has been cleared to completely take over as Mom and that Lilja An is ready for home care. Night One with the family at home. It actually is Night One, Day One of a new life for you guys. New adventures, new joys, new surprises. Good night, sleep well.

Love - John & Tami

On 10 August Aram wrote:

Hi John + Tami,

Yes! Yang and Lilja were discharged yesterday from the hospital, and around 3.30 pm we made the short 3-5 minute drive back home.

Lilja got a tour of the apartment, where she would be sleeping, and then promptly relieved herself – which in this case – was what we had been waiting for.

Our first night home was relatively restful. I had a chance to pick up Yang’s meds, some Chinese food, and some small treats for the evening. Yang’s got a lot more energy today, and we even completed our next milestone: taking a short walk to Noe Valley’s town square with Lilja – which is an approx. 1 mile walk round trip.

This time last week, we were finishing up a meal at one of our favorite Pizza places adjacent to the hospital and getting ready for the adventure. Now a week later, we’re healthy, at home, and in just a few moments, I’ll go ahead and start putting together a small pasta and salad dinner.

Love, Aram

THE TIME NOW IS 5:11 PM PT, 11 AUGUST 2019. THE END OF WEEK ONE, LILJA AN.

THE FOLLOWING PICTURES ARE ATTACHED TO THIS DIALOGUE.

Photos left to right: Lilja 4 August, Day One, Yang & Lilja 6 August, Lilja 6 August Yang & Lilja 7 August, Lilja 7 August Yang & Lilja 10 August, Lilja 10 August