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cottonmamba · 10 months

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This was June 2022, I had saved up money, I packed my bags, and came to the U.S.A. from Mexico with my tourist visa and passport, to start a 7-week film course at a film school ($700 to the trash), but anyway...

A little about me before this story starts...

I was born 1996 and raised in Mexico, went to catholic school most of my life, then later private high school, I never felt like I belonged in Mexico, I would come to the U.S.A. for shopping and I'd be jealous of how people my age were dressed, how they were able to express their personality with the way they styled themselves. I'd enjoy trips to McAllen, Laredo, South Padre Island, etc.. (the valley pretty much) with my family, these trips would be the highlight of my year for most of my teenage years.

I started a Tumblr when I was in middle school and I'd feel connected to other users that lived in the U.S.A., most of the content was from the U.S.A. (Monster Energy, OBEY, Slurpees, DC shoe culture, skaters, mall stores, candy, etc) I'd be online and I felt like I belonged to this culture, these people online that were in the U.S.A. and I were on the same wavelength. The difference was our country, I was miles away from Slurpees and Sour Patch Kids.

After being online I'd go back to my normal world...

Catholic school was never a place meant for me, there were no boys, we had to wear uniforms, 40 girls in my class, how can you be an individual in such a small group of people, there is always that fear of everyone to be different... Yes, I tried, and guess what happened... All of a sudden I was the "weird one", the one who nobody wanted to associate with because I was weird. Now that I look back, I should've gone to the parties, I should've been even weirder, but at the time, I was scared, I felt marginalized, and I became marginalized...

My escape was family reunions with cousins and relatives, and our trips to the U.S.A.

High school started, same people from the catholic school... plus other people, some cool, some not.

I was tired of living amongst the same people everyday, same gossip about the same people, I still felt pretty inadequate, the "weird" thing still followed me around like a shadow, I did make some friends, but it was always very lightly, I didn't think anybody would care if I disappeared really, also I didn't feel comfortable with pretty much anyone from school.

So one summer I decided to run away.

For that to happen I had to make my mom angry, so she could leave me alone in the house and I could escape... I didn't have the keys to lock the doors behind me so I had to jump the wall (because a lot of houses in Mexico are surrounded by walls).

I packed my bags, my passport/visa to come to the U.S.A. eventually... my first stop was in a big city an hour away from mine, I had looked up this hippie center, cuz if it was full of hippies... they'd let me stay with them, right? That's how they are.. So with around $120 pesos ($7 dlls) I bought a bus ticket and sold bracelets at the bus station (or tried to), I had a few dollars too that I exchanged for pesos at a store when I got to the big city...

I got a taxi from the bus station to the hippie place... it looked really fancy, like rich hippie place... and that's when I started losing hope.

Some man in the entrance asked me what I needed, I said I wanted to speak with the owner... I sat in their lobby waiting for the owner of the place typing an email to my parents to let them know I was okay... After all... I still wanted to talk to them, they weren't the reason I wanted to leave, if anything I'd take my family with me, but I know they have a life already. I deleted all my social media, so nobody could contact me.

The owner showed up, he was a very charismatic man, very peaceful demeanor, but the first thing he asked me after introducing himself was: " Did you run away from home?" To which I replied: "Yes"

I could tell he was concerned so he convinced me to call my parents after a few minutes of conversation. After all, I was a 16 year old girl with no money at all. Thankfully (but also unfortunately) these people were nice and gave me good advice, instead of leading me into a chaotic lifestyle that after all would've been a great story if I ever made it out alive.

Came back home, the walk of shame... when I went back to school, I felt even weirder, some people asked me what happened, some probably just thought it was straight up crazy... Remember I live in a not-that-big of a city, with around 200 people in my class...

My escape made it to the newspapers, blaming the event on the "heated argument with my mom", I'm so angry that they made so much of the article up, and I hope my mom knows in her heart that I DID NOT run away because of that argument... I caused it on purpose so I could take off when they were all out.

Pt. 2 soon...

#story #runaway #2010s #life #bullied #epicfail #biography #adventure #explore #mexico #usa #tumblr #hippie

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potterheadedgeek · 2 years

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And I Love Her ~ Harry Potter X Reader ~ Chapter 1: The Swatter, The Fly, And The Audacity Of This Guy

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Description: Y/n Lupin-Black, the daughter of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. Her and her best friend, Ron Weasley, met Harry Potter on the Hogwarts express and immediately became friends with him, along with Hermione Granger. She falls for him but the real question is, does he love her?

Additional information: AU where Remus is trans (AFAB). The reader dresses grungey in the story cuz it's the 90s so why not, I also love the grunge aesthetic. I have also made a playlist for this story. Ron and Y/n were introduced to each other when they were young and became best friends. Y/n is also really close to Fred and George and likes to prank people with them. I'm probably going to put the clothes that Y/n is wearing at the top but if that gets annoying just tell me pls. I'm also going to put this on Wattpad. I'm also going to come up with weird title because Y/n is the daughter of Wolfstar so I makes sense.

Warning(s): Dementors, screaming(?)

Pairing(s): Harry x Reader, Remus x Sirius

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Clothes for this story: shirt ~ pants ~ shoes ~ jacket

"Here, this one is empty," Hermione says as the four of us walk through the Hogwarts Express, trying to find a seat.

"Good," Harry says as all of us step into the cabin. He closes the door, "I have something to tell you."

"What is it, Harry?" Hermione asks.

"You guys have heard of Sirius Black, right?" Harry questions.

"Yeah," Hermione, Ron, and I say simultaneously.

I know that Sirius is my dad but with everything that goes around about him, my other dad told me to never tell anyone that Sirius is my dad, or at least until I am out of Hogwarts. I feel like I know almost everything about him, my dad talks about him so often.

"Ron's dad told me that Black was the one who sold my parents to Voldemort. He said that he's broke out of Azkaban to kill me," Harry explains.

"Well, then we won't let that happen," I tell him.

"Thank you," Harry says to me and smiles.

I smile back, "You're welcome." I grab my Army green canvas sling bag that my dad gave me before I started my first year, and put a never-ending charm on it. I reach into the bag and grab my Discman. "Music?"

"Sure," Ron replies. I already had the Nevermind disc in it so I just pressed play. Smells Like Teen Spirit starts playing. The four of us talk about our summer while Nirvana plays in the background. After the album is finished I switch it to Metallica, and after that, to August and Everything After. Mr. Jones starts playing then the train comes to a sudden stop with a violent jolt. Everything gets cold, the window gets very frosty, and the lights go out. The music starts cutting out and then shuts off.

A hand grabs the door and pushes it open, a huge hooded creature appears in the doorway. Fear falls over me, it feels like I'll never be cheerful again. It goes to Harry, he starts shaking like he was having a seizure.

The creature hovers over to me, everything around me goes quiet, then that silence is filled with barely coherent screaming. The words become clearer it sounds like “NO! SIRIUS! HE’S INNOCENT! NO! I NEED HIM! SIRI!” Then everything goes black and silent again.

I don’t know how long I was out but when I woke up Harry was also waking up. Harry picks up his glasses off of the seat and we both sit up. I look up to see my father, Remus Lupin, kneeling in front of me.

"Are you all right, pup?" He asks while holding my face.

I nod, “Yeah, all right.”

Dad pulls me into a near bone-crushing hug, “I’m glad you’re all right.” He pulls away from the embrace and kissed my forehead.

Dad grabs some chocolate out of his pocket and hands Harry and me a piece of it, "Here, eat this. It'll help. It's alright, it's chocolate."

Harry sits upright and takes the piece of chocolate from my dad, "What was that thing?"

"A dementor," Dad explains, "one of the guards of Azkaban. It's gone now. They're searching the train for Sirius Black. Now if you'll excuse me I need to have a little word with the driver."

"Can I go with you?" I ask him as I finish the chocolate that he previously gave me.

"No I want you to stay here, please," He tells me then sets the rest of the chocolate on the seat between me and Harry

I nod, "Okay, dad."

Dad turns to Harry, "Eat, you'll feel better." He closes the door and then walks away.

"Y/n, what is your dad doing here?" Hermione asks.

"He is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," I tell her.

"That explains a lot," She states. "Who is your mom? If you don't mind me asking."

"Um..." I start but stop and think of how I am going to explain it. "Technically... that is my mom. He's trans and doesn't like being associated with feminine things very much, so he prefers me calling him dad rather than mom."

"Oh, who's your other dad?" She asks,

"It's not important," I answer.

"Oh, I didn't know. I'm sorry," She apologizes.

"It's alright," I say, "It doesn't matter, I can't even remember him, I haven't seen him in twelve years."

"That's even worse," Ron mutters.

"Well at least he's not dead," Harry says, "Or is he?"

"No, he's not dead," I respond.

#harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #draco malfoy #fred weasley #george weasley #harry potter x reader #harry potter fanfic #harry james potter #remus lupin #remus x sirius #sirius #sirus black #wolfstar

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call-me-aesthetic · 3 years

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If Twisted Wonderland was an American Public School

WARNING: There are some slight sensitive topics that are featured in here! Reader discretion is advised!

Part 2 can be found here

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

- That one preppy girl who takes all honors and AP classes 😑

- Wants everyone to know that he’s becoming a doctor one day for his strict parents or he’ll dishonor the family

- Reminds the teacher about homework, knowing well that he’ll get slander for it

- Complains about how he got a 90 on his test or a B on his report card, a try hard much?

- Wears a cardigan with thicc but cute glasses since he’s one of those people with can’t see shit on the board so he has to move to the front of the class

Ace Trappola:

- The SoundCloud rapper, that’s it

- “Wanna listen to my mixtape? It’s pretty fire, my guy.” 😩🔥

- You will not miss him BLASTING out some song on his Bluetooth speaker, that shit be echoing through the hallways

- Tells you to stop what you’re doing only for him to either sing horribly or do a backflip, thinking that he’s so cool

- Wears a Supreme jacket with AirPods and waves on his head

Deuce Spade:

- Assuming that he’s still a delinquent, he’s that kid with the most fucked up school record

- Not much of a bully but will still talk shit to your face without caring, might even throw stuff at you during a lesson and you would be the one getting in trouble instead of him 🗿

- If he ever gets mad, it would be overdramatic like kicking the desks, punching the lockers, or walking out of the classroom unannounced and everyone would look at each other wondering wtf happened

- Covers the entire desks with drawings of skulls and those “s” if you know what I mean

- Wears Champion hoodies, wants you to know that he’s broke and rich at the same time

Trey Clover:

- The guy that’s not really popular but everyone knows him since he’s in all their classes

- Most people might have a crush on him because he’s REALLY nice 😳👉👈

- Gives off “older brother” vibes based on the way he looks and acts, like offering you a ride home if you beg ask nicely

- Secretly bakes creme brulee but doesn’t want to mess with the flow so he sticks to the status quo

- Wears the school’s hoodie just because he thinks it looks good on him, and the fact that he doesn’t know what else to wear

Cater Diamond:

- Hot Cheetos girl 🥵

- Has a whole buffet of food in his backpack and will not hesitate to eat them during a lesson, no sharing either sorry

- Excuses himself to the bathroom or full on skips class just to film a Tiktok

- Has about 100 followers on Instagram Magicam and brags about how he’s famous

- Wears a Thrasher hoodie with large hoop earrings and his hair in a bun

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

- The kid who flunked their freshman year that also sort of vibes with new classmates

- Always gets mistaken as a teacher by people since he looks and sounds old

- Knows the lessons but still fails them anyways, didn’t really give a damn either 🙄

- Captain of every sports club you can think of, never actually plays but has a lot of knowledge on them

- Wears the school’s letterman from years ago since it used to be his brother’s and that he’s too lazy to buy a new one

Ruggie Bucchi:

- That one kid who NEVER has money for the book fair or any other school event

- Always has to ask his classmates for some cash

- If he somehow does, then he’s one of those kids who buys Diary of the Wimpy Kid or the World Record books

- If he’s feeling cheap, he’ll buy the “cool stuff” like the chocolate scented calculator or fruit snacks 😭

- Wears oversized hoodies and basketball shorts that are clearly hand-me-downs

Jack Howl:

- That one athletic kid who’s both scary good and competitive when it comes to school games like football or soccer

- Literally the best player on his team and without him, they’re trash as hell 💀

- Tries his absolute best to support his teammates without yelling at them for how dumb they are

- “KICK THE FUCKING BALL! DO YOUR LEGS EVEN WORK?!”

- Wears the school’s jersey just to show off his “school spirit”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

- The kid who sell snacks for “charity” but everyone knows he’s keeping the money to himself

- If you don’t have cash or try to negotiate with him, the only thing he’ll do is raise the price up

- “What do you mean you don’t have ten bucks? I can see it in your pocket.”

- Just bring nothing with you, he’ll doing anything to steal your stuff 🤭

- Wears a collar shirt with a tie and khakis that have pockets to keep his glasses and money in

Jade Leech:

- The kid who puts on a goody two shoes facade but is actually a stoner

- Only does “safe” drugs like vape but occasionally smokes weed, mostly in the bathroom or behind the school 🌬

- Can play it off and hide the scent when he’s high, teachers never suspect anything from him

- No one really cares to stop him unless he gets caught or something idk

- Wears clothing that either makes him look like a businessman or a junky, there’s nothing in between

Floyd Leech:

- The kid that’s plays basketball or volleyball just because he’s hella tall, and is actually good at the sports but doesn’t put much effort into them

- Always stays behind after gym, even though the teacher tries to make him leave for his next class 😬

- “I swear after this one shot, I’ll go to class.” *He never made that shot*

- Will jump you no matter who or where you are, and will get angry if you step on his new shoes

- Wears the jersey of any famous team with the latest pair of Jordan sneakers

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim:

- VSCO girl at best, don’t lie to me now 🤡

- The only words he knows are “And I oop– sksksk.” and “Save the turtles.”

- Walks during a track meet while everyone else is running and sweating hard, the teacher doesn’t care either

- Doesn’t really do anything in gym but talks to his classmates and stands near the water fountain to refill his Hydro flask

- Wears tie dye shirts with cute scrunchies

Jamil Viper:

- That one quiet kid who everybody thinks is a serial killer but he’s actually not, I swear

- He just wants school to be over and spend the rest of his summer relaxing 😔

- Although he shouldn’t abuse his “power,” he‘ll move his hands in his pockets or backpack to make it look like he’s about to pull a weapon out.

- “Chill, I’m just grabbing a pencil.” *Everyone in the class started crying*

- Wears dark colored hoodies that intimidates people but are actually comfy

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

- The baddie popular girl 😌💅✨

- Arrives to school late with a Starbucks in hand from his local Target

- Fixes himself every 5 seconds like reapplying his lipgloss or spraying Bath and Body Works cherry blossom perfume

- Uses acrylic nails and long hair extensions as weapons during a cat fight

- Wears a crop top with ripped jeans and those clout sunglasses

Rook Hunt:

- That creepy guy in the hallways who tries to get your attention, even if you don’t know him

- Scares people when he says, “Ayo, where my hug at?” 🥶💯

- Uses at least 10 cans of Axe body spray a week after gym class, which stinks up the locker rooms

- Waves at you if he passes your class, even walking into the room just to say hi

- Wears literally anything but always include a hat

Epel Felmier:

- The artist girl who just wants to be alone 🧑‍🎨

- Purposely draws in front of you but pretends like you’re not looking

- If you complement him, he’ll just brush it off and proceeds to diss himself

- “Thanks but I’m not THAT good at drawing, teehee.” *Insert Radio Rebel face*

- Wears a hoodie or a cardigan with big pockets to put his art supplies in

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

- I don’t even need to tell you who he is, y’all already know ahaha 🥴

- Sneaks a whole PlayStation in his backpack so he can play with it during lunch

- Is on his phone 24/7 even in class to the point where teachers don’t care anymore

- Tries to get people into anime but only to little success

- Wears a shirt of any anime character or that damn ahegao hoodie, girl bye

Ortho Shroud:

- The nerdy kid who’s known for destroying others at many games

- Plays classics like D&D, Yugioh, Pokémon, the whole shabang

- Daily Beyblade battles during recess with everyone surrounding him, the menacing aura radiates off of him

- Will steal your things if you lose to him but gives it back a week later cuz he’s sweet 🥰

- Wears light up Sketchers shoes and those Minecraft shirts you find at Old Navy

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

- The theatre kid who also goes to band practice, change my mind 👁👄👁

- Takes his role seriously when it comes to school plays and concerts, even if he gets casted as a damn tree or doesn’t go solo

- Remembers the songs and their lyrics to any musical you name, a really good singer at that too

- Plays almost every instrument, you definitely know this since you can hear him down the hallways during a test

- Wears a white button up shirt, black pants with fancy dress shoes, and top it all off with a fricking Rolex watch

Lilia Vanrouge:

- The weird guy who pranks people and vandalizes school property in every way possible

- If you ever get a textbook with a message that tells you to go to a certain page only for you to found a picture of a dick, yeah that was him 😒

- When using a Chromebook, he’ll leave a tab open on YouTube so when the next person uses it, pray that your ears will still work by tomorrow

- During lunch, he is a literal DEMON that mixes milk with chicken nuggets together and having the audacity to eat it too

- Wears an oversized raincoat or a windbreaker but idk wtf kind of things he has hiding underneath

Silver:

- That guy in class who consumes Monster energy drinks and falls asleep 99% of the time but somehow manages to pass the class 🤷

- Whenever he’s awake, he’ll talk to the teachers since he’s basically friends with them for some reason

- Writes his name out of boredom on any desk you sit on but in different places, sometimes around the corners or the sides

- Has a sixth sense because he’ll wake up if you try to draw on his face and if you did get something on him, it’s on sight

- Wears those colorful hoodies that zips all the way up to cover his face with a matching backpack, it’s pretty cool ngl

Sebek Zigvolt:

- That kid who literally knows everything about historical wars and will show it off during class

- Also has knowledge on weaponry, which has people questioning him but he’s just very dedicated on serving his country and people

- Knows how to fight and defend himself from a bitch since he spent his summer at a military boot camp, put respect on my man’s name 😤

- Honestly a great partner for a group project, actually does the given work but not the whole thing for you

- Wears anything that has camo pattern and chunky combat boots

I only made this because me and my friends were talking about our school memories so yeah. This is based from my experience so they might not be exactly accurate. Might even be a part two if you want.

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obsessivecompulsiveperfectionist · 2 years

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Can we stop pretending OCD is helpful? Like it's some sort of quirky superpower or something? OCD already tries to pose as being helpful and a friend while actively destroying a person's life and relationships.

It's a very hard and painful illness. It's not just wanting things clean or organized or tidy or wanting to be thorough or do well in school.

That may be what it sometimes looks like on the outside, IF the individual has high functioning OCD (which isn't necessarily better, seeing as the person still experiences a lot of distress and sometimes doesn't get the help they need or isn't believed about how serious the problem is).

But even people with high functioning OCD don't enjoy having OCD. It still hurts them and can hurt their relationships if they either are afraid to explain their behavior, won't accept that their behavior is OCD, or when they explain their behavior the person refuses to believe them and ultimately rejects and leaves them, while making the person with OCD feel like they are bad and it's all their fault, even if they were doing their best with a difficult illness.

I know cuz I've been there. I got amazing grades, did a bunch of extra curricular in high school, got a lot of scholarships to different colleges, and got into a very difficult and exclusive program, even graduating college with honors.

So it SOUNDS like OCD helped me, maybe even looks like it. But it didn't. Everything took me at least 1.5x if not 2x as long as everyone else. I was constantly stressed about getting good grades because failure meant I was a bad person and not trying my best and doing everything I could, according to my OCD. I couldn't take a many classes as my peers, and that sometimes led to uncomfortable questions, plus I tried to make up the difference during summer terms. Sometimes the added stress of my OCD led to test taking anxiety and lower test scores. It definitely led to excessive studying (aka I could have spent less time and gotten about the same result). In fact, with how much over thinking OCD causes me it may have led to worse test scores. It led to having almost no social life in high school, and therefore pretty much no close friends and a lot of isolation.

But it doesn't matter whether it hurt or helped in school and other endeavors. It hurt me, and hurts me. Everything takes more effort and time, even when my OCD isn't completely freaking out. I don't have a much energy because of the amount of physical and emotional stress it takes. It is physically painful. It makes normal, everyday activities into life or death situations (in my head), and choices into go to heaven or go to hell, even incredibly inane choices at times.

And it has also made me pretty much go on autopilot at times, because I had things I had to do so even though I was literally shaking with anxiety and in pain, I couldn't not do what was expected of me because I was certain that would make me a bad person. I was pretty much a puppet of my real self like 95% of the time for years after it got bad the first time. It makes functioning very hard.

So please don't misuse the term OCD, or use it casually. If you legitimately think you have OCD, do your research and get help so you can feel better:). But don't use it like a cute way of saying you like things organized or tidy. Because that isn't what it is. It isn't, oh I like things tidy. It's, oh my goodness if I don't make everything tidy in exactly the right way, something bad will happen, and that pillow is out of place and somehow that will cause bad things to happen so I must fix it right freaking now. It isn't, oh I like having clean hands to cook. It's, oh my goodness of I touch that shoe and don't wash my hands I'll get aids which will then kill my family. Or whatever a person's type of OCD is (those aren't my type).

And if someone tells you they have OCD, please have compassion. It's a really difficult, painful (yes, even physically painful), and scary illness that can cause serious disability and make a person not very functionaland sometimes completely dysfunctional. Even if you don't see it. Even if you don't understand it. Even if they do weird or confusing things or panic at a threat you can't see and probably isn't there. But it feels very real to us. You don't have to enable our compulsions, but please have patience as we learn to work through them. We aren't hurting or annoying you on purpose. I'm not saying the illness pardons abuse. But it does mean sometimes we might do awkward or strange things, maybe even occasionally hurt someone's feelings. Please don't assume the worst intentions when we do those weird OCD rituals. You can ask us about it if you want, but be prepared that not everyone will feel comfortable talking about it, and if you ask in the middle of a compulsion or ritual, we might freak out a bit. It's usually best to wait until we are calm to ask.

And if we apologize, YES, we mean it! We don't want our OCD to hurt you any more than we want it to hurt us. Or at least that's how I feel. But it's a hard battle, and sometimes I say weird things when I'm panicking. But never with the intent to hurt anyone's feelings. And if I do, I always want to apologize. And I sincerely mean it. But I've had people refuse to believe my explanations then blame me for literally everything that's gone wrong, even if it's legitimately not my fault. Even if there's no way for it to be my fault. Which is one of the most toxic behaviors you can engage in with a person with my kind of OCD.

Oh, and if we apologize and then explain our behavior, that's not us saying our behavior was okay or appropriate. It's us trying to let you know what happened and why, that we didn't mean any harm though we are sorry we caused it, and that we would appreciate compassion as we learn how to avoid the behavior in the future and how to respond more appropriately to a trigger.

If we ask you to avoid a trigger, it's because those triggers are very painful and scary to us. So if you don't want us to panic and maybe have to leave, it's best to avoid that. And if we're already stressed, DEFINITELY avoid it unless you're a jerk who wants to see a meltdown, in which case you're part of the problem.

I hope this helps some people understand the truth about OCD. If you think you might have it, go see a doctor or therapist, it really helps once you know what's going on and how to handle it. And there's no one way to have OCD. There are a lot of types and themes, and each one is a little different. If not doing or thinking something an exact certain way causes you extreme distress, that may be OCD (talk to a professional about it to be sure).

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h2bakugou · 3 years

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Can I have bakugo x reader who acts a lot like kenma? You can do gendernetural!

Please hydrate!

a/n: of course!! i do be using the wiki to find out his personality cuz half the time i forget, i haven't seen haikyuu in a minute, i might rewatch the first two seasons-

summary: quiet, composed, analytical. the three words most students in your class use to describe you. despite your reserved nature and awkward aura, bakugou decides to approach you.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 2.5k

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It’s a cool autumn day, the cool wind rustling the bright-colored leaves on the trees. With the air getting much colder, it was time to break out your winter costumes when it came to training.

You stood by yourself like usual, listening to instructions. Of course, the exercise today was grouping you in pairs. And despite being possible acquaintances with at least half of your peers, you didn’t really consider them friends.

It wasn’t because you hated them, you were reserved, quiet, and rarely showed any emotions, often having others perceive you as cold and hard to read.

“It’s just a simple team-building skills exercise. You’ll most likely have several occasions in the field where you’re working together with other heroes and agencies, especially on bigger cases. Your pairs have already been chosen for you so when your names are called find your partner.” Aizawa’s look hadn’t changed at all. In fact, you almost wondered if his outfit had changed during the summer or not.

But it seemed like what he wore during the hottest days of June or July was currently fitted on him now.

Name after name was called, slowly dwindling down the remaining students that could be paired.

“Kirishima, (Y/n).” It wasn’t that much of a surprise to you when you heard your name. Kirishima meandered over to you, shooting you a sharp-teethed smile before glancing back at Kaminari and Sero, who had been paired together.

“Bakugou, Todoroki.” That was a pair you certainly hadn’t expected. Watching as Bakugou’s eye seemed to twitch he teamed up with the half-and-half boy, not very thrilled to do this exercise with him.

The training was fairly simple, you were to rescue a training dummy from a random hazard under thirty minutes.

In your case, your dummy was trapped in a sinking car.

You hadn’t expected to get wet today, and even if your quirk allowed you some help under the water, it was still going to be cold. It didn’t help that Kirishima kept asking you questions.

You were thinking of a strategy as you rushed to the scene.

“I think the best plan is to try and get the car out of the water.”

No that is a stupid plan. You can’t lift the car, with water inside of it you’d just sink to the bottom.

You didn’t have a solid plan, but you could finish fairly early if you could break the window and retrieve the dummy.

Using this plan, you’d need Kirishima to harden and break the window.

After reviewing the area where the car had begun to sink, you could feel the cameras on you, your entire class observing you. It was uncomfortable, you frankly wished you’d been paired with someone like Mineta so your fight would hopefully be uninteresting to those who despised the purple-’haired’ boy.

“Harden and break the window when we get to the car. Trying to save the car is just going to slow us down.” You spoke plainly, kicking off your shoes as you stared at the strikingly blue water.

“Break the window, got it!” Kirishima was ready. Jumping into the cold water, you fought the urge to swim back out. Pushing on, you swam to the car, hoping you’d be able to hold your breath long enough to get the dummy out.

Kirishima swam beside you and quickly hardened part of his body, noticing how much harder it was to move underwater.

After a few attempts, the glass hadn’t budged. You needed air. Swimming back up, your heads popped up above the water.

“We need momentum.” Kirishima wasn’t getting anywhere.

“Use your feet on the window behind the driver's side. I’ll swim through and get the dummy.” You ducked back under, sucking in a breath to keep with you. Kirishima came back down, finding that hardening allowed him to sink faster.

Using your advice, he hardened his feet and lower calves, kicking through the hard glass of the window behind the driver’s side. You kicked out any remaining glass and swam through, quickly navigating for the seatbelt buckle.

It was hard to see, the water made things blurry, but after some searching you found it.

The dummy was heavy, but with enough force, you were able to pull it out of the seat and bring it into the back seat, handing it off to Kirishima.

However, as you were preparing to swim through the broken window, your foot got caught in a seatbelt. From the thrashing and moving trying to maneuver the dummy, your legs had gotten tangled.

Yanking your legs did nothing and you were running out of air. Kirishima had taken the dummy back to shore only to realize you hadn’t popped back above water.

Quickly diving back in, he was lucky to find you still moving.

Squeezing through the window, he helped free you from the seatbelts, cutting them free from your legs before helping you back above the water.

Gasping for air, you choked on water that spewed from your mouth and nose, completely unaware of just how long you'd been down there for.

“That was a good plan, next time don’t get stuck!” Kirishima’s cheery voice guided you back to reality as you swam back to shore, resting as soon as your body no longer had to float to hold itself up.

Training was over for you and Kirishima, and you’d passed with three minutes to spare. You were handed a towel and escorted to change out of your wet costume.

However, you had to return after changing into the regular training uniform.

That’s when Bakugou approached you.

“How’d you think of that plan so fast?” Bakugou’s question doesn’t seem like much of a question at all. He’d gone before you so he was done with training as well. You didn’t respond at first, opting to try and seem as invisible as possible, hoping that maybe he was talking to Momo who was within an earshot of your conversation.

“Oi!”

“It just made sense.” Was all you could conjure up to say, proceeding to move away from Bakugou after answering. However, Bakugou wasn’t pleased with this. He then decided to follow you around like a lost puppy, trying to catch up with you every time you migrated away from him.

“What’s your deal?” Bakugou finally cornered you away from the class, pushing your back against a wall.

“Please stop following me.” You didn’t want to look the blonde in the eyes. Your heart was beating faster than before. This was such a vulnerable position. You couldn’t place your finger on what it was exactly you were feeling, but the thumping of your heart was starting to hurt your head.

“Tch, dumbass.” Bakugou grumbled, his cheeks pink as he walked away, folding his arms over his chest. You didn’t mind standing still for a bit, no one could see you, but you feared you’d get into trouble which would only cause a scene. You slowly added yourself to the back of the class, opting to pay minimal attention to the lesson.

A week later, a similar scenario happened. Bakugou cornered you in the library while you played a hand-held console during lunch. You chose to eat quietly somewhere else and spend the remainder of your time in the library, safe from the noisy cafeteria.

However this time, Bakugou didn’t say anything to you. He took a seat in front of you. He debated on saying a few things to you, but it appeared that as long as he was quiet, you seemed unbothered.

Though you would occasionally catch him staring at you, which caused him to grumble something under his breath.

And then there was the day where he showed up with some sort of snack.

You can’t eat in here.

“I didn’t see you eat lunch. Eat dumbass.” Bakugou passed you the snack bar. You stared at it.

Is this some sort of peace offering? If so, why in the one place where food isn’t allowed.

You left the snack bar in its spot for the remainder of your time in the library, only reaching for it when it was time to go. Bakugou glared at you as you opened it as soon as you got outside of the library, only to watch you nibble on the bar before throwing it away, conveniently by the sign that says ‘no food or drink in the library.’

This wouldn’t be the last sort of ‘offering’ Bakugou would give to you. You seemed to tolerate him as long as he was quiet, and he was determined to find out why. Which is why he eventually asked to study in your room.

When he walked in, he was surprised to see how different your room looked.

He half expected it to look as normal as possible, similar to Ojiro’s room.

However, your room was decorated to your liking, with a poster or two on the walls, a comfy-looking blanket draped over your bed, a desk, a tv, and other various decorations.

“Why are you so quiet?” Was the first of many questions Bakugou had to ask you during your study session which you had reluctantly said yes to since he’d asked you during breakfast around other students.

It felt weird to be sitting with him privately in your dorm. Your heart was beating fast again and it was weird. You hadn’t been able to get Bakugou out of your head since he had started all these surprise visits.

“Not much to say.” You replied simply, working on your homework swiftly.

“There’s gotta be something you like, you’re not that fuckin’ boring are you?” Bakugou’s words were harsh, but they weren’t meant to be mean.

“I like video games. But you do not.” You lifted your gaze to meet his, his lips parted in awe.

“I do too play fuckin’ games.” Bakugou stood his ground.

“What games do you have?” This was the first question you’d ever asked Bakugou.

“C-cooking Mama.” Bakugou hung his head in defeat.

“They have multiplayer challenges, correct? We could play together after we finish.” You weren’t at all judgmental of his seemingly childish game choice, but it seemed that you had a copy of the game as well.

After work, you sat on your bed alongside Bakugou and the two of you competed against one another in cooking challenges. You won most of them considering you’d completed the game in its entirety and knew the in and out’s of doing the most with your time, how to get perfect dishes, etc.

You decided to let Bakugou win a few times, but it was almost as if he could tell you were letting him win.

Throwing down his console softly onto your bed, he forced your back against the mattress as he hovered over you.

“Stop going easy on me!’ Bakugou semi-shouted. You stared up at him with a seemingly blank expression, but the heat that burned your face was clear to you.

Bakugou’s warm features, albeit a bit brash and rough, were gorgeous to look at. His tough crimson eyes and his explosive blonde locks, you were almost sure this feeling you were having was one of affection, not that you knew anything about it though.

Let alone how to act on those feelings. And you had observed that Bakugou struggled to be upfront with his feelings too.

Staring down at you was mind-blowing to Bakugou. He could see your face so clearly, your eyes were wide and full of some sort of emotion even though you acted as if you were simply just observing what was happening.

His eyes couldn’t stand to stare at just your eyes though. They travelled all over your face, finding little details to look at before they found your lips.

An unknown force pulled him closer to you, his lips landing on yours. Moving against them softly, he kissed you. Your eyes widened ever so slightly as you felt his lips on yours.

You couldn’t move. It was electrifying. Yet you were slightly confused.

You didn’t know how to move your lips against his, though you gave it your best effort, now you felt embarrassed as he pulled away staring at you.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve asked if you-”

“I don’t know how to kiss.” You cut him off, explaining that it wasn’t that you didn’t want to kiss him, but because you didn’t know how too.

Bakugou’s eyes widened as he stared at you. Almost as if he found your statement horrifying. But he began to grin, trying not to laugh.

“If you’re going to laugh about it you can leave.” You knew you shouldn’t have said anything. Bakugou’s serious expression returned.

“Just follow my lead, it’s not rocket science.” Bakugou grumbled, leaning back down to kiss you. You did as he said, closing your eyes, trying to follow what his lips were doing.

You began to move your lips against his, trying to mimic what he was doing, until he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip which drew an embarrassing mewl from you. Pulling away, Bakugou couldn’t help but chuckle at you.

“You- what was...” You were in the middle of catching your breath and trying to ask what he had just done.

“Let’s continue our lesson.”

After half an hour of more kissing, you were completely exhausted. You’d tried to keep up with Bakugou, but every time he felt that you were getting cocky he’d pull some trick, like licking your lower lip. He also ran his hands into yours and raised them above your head, all while his lips attacked yours.

You were in some sort of haze after, completely astonished from it. But one thing was on your mind.

“Are you my boyfriend now?” You asked quietly. Bakugou’s face began to turn red.

“Yeah sure.” Bakugou stared at you for a few seconds as you packed up your things.

You were hard to describe. His peers had labeled you as quiet, composed, and analytical, and while those were true, you were also clearly intelligent along with cute.

Watching you get flustered was adorable, and he couldn’t place a finger on why. Perhaps it was just your innocence or being confused on how to kiss someone, but regardless of the fact, you were dating now.

Keeping it under wraps was easy. Bakugou spent more time with you alone, away from everyone where he learned more about you.

“I have a hard time making friends.” You expressed in his arms. Explaining to Bakugou about why you were quiet, or always by yourself, he began to learn more about you just by listening to you.

But no matter how strange you seemed to make yourself sound, he couldn’t think that it was quite the opposite.

You said you were awkward and dull? You weren’t. You were pleasant to be around, always calming Bakugou down. And you were so nice to look at you, Bakugou honestly thought you were some sort of beautiful angel.

Pulling you in for one more kiss, Bakugou held you in his arms, interrupting your story-telling. You kissed back almost instantly, now educated in the art of kissing someone back.

Pulling away, Bakugou gave you a small smile to continue. You nuzzled into him, resting your head on his chest as you continued to talk about little things.

You’d found someone who understood you, even if you had to explain it to him along the way. You’d also found someone to play cooking mama with.

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adamarinayu · 3 years

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Since I can’t draw right now (it’s like 1 AM) I decided I’d just write things down about Domestic DUno AU (I still don’t have a proper name for it!!) so here we go~

Info below the cut to spare the mobile users my ramblings~~

BACKSTORY STUFF

-Donald first became PK as a teenager (14 or 15), pulling petty pranks and avenging perceived wrongdoings. He ended up accidentally becoming a hero after stopping a thief and unknowingly saving a young girl’s life, and he realized he could direct his temper, anger and frustration not at making other people miserable, but at protecting others. Gyro, who went to school with Donald (Donald and Della attended a private school that would accommodate their adventure schedule; Gyro, being the absolute genius he is, attended on a scholarship) was there and ended up helping, being the one to inadvertently provide PK with the weapon he fended off the criminals with. PK talked to Gyro and the two became partners in crime-fighting that way.

-After deciding to become a hero, it was small-town villains mostly that he dealt with. Thieves, and the like. He didn’t start fighting mutants and those kinds of things until he was 17 or so, and the Evronians didn’t show up until he was 18. This is when Scrooge gave him a summer job at his newly acquired tower, figuring since Donald didn’t want to go with him and Della on a three-month adventure (as Donald was needed in Duckburg, he couldn’t be gone for three months!!) then he may as well work and earn a little money. As Duckworth was still alive, Duckworth was in charge of the manor, so Donald didn’t need to worry about upkeeping the mansion.

-Donald met Uno after a failed attempt to fight the Evronians, and they partnered up, with Uno providing Donald with otherworldly advanced tech that Gyro... would probably understand if given the time and chance (come on, he built a time machine out of a bathtub, he could totally understand future tech). After the first battle with the Evronians that Donald eventually wins, he realized that the game had just just 10x more dangerous. Between working on his doctorate and interning for Scrooge’s science department (something the scientists working for Scrooge were salty about), Gyro didn’t have much time to work on new and improved inventions for PK so when Uno contacted Gyro about him stepping down from helping PK, Gyro agreed, acknowledging that the mysterious Uno Ducklair would probably be a better benefactor for the hero. He didn’t know PK’s identity, though, so he didn’t take the memory erasing candy. Instead he focused on his work.

-Years passed this way, with Donald and Uno working together. Of course Donald had his other adventures, such as with Jose and Panchito and Mickey and all them lovely folks, but Uno was his closest confidante and biggest supporter. He was the one he vented his frustrations with Della and Scrooge to, and the one to give him advice on how to deal with it and talk to them about it all.

-At some point during this time, Gladstone finds out Donald is PK. Of course it happens in the typical Lucky way- him finding out saved Donald’s life. Gladstone is shaken up by the knowledge that his cousin/brother is in danger every day and has almost died multiple times. Gladstone becomes a sort of third member of the whole Crime Fighting thing, yep, you heard it right, Cloverleaf is real here. He figures if he’s out in the field with Donald, then Donald will never die because of Gladstone’s supernaturally good luck. Uno, while frustrated with Gladstone’s unpredictable and illogical luck, accepts this. Donald is less keen because he doesn’t want Gladstone in danger’s path but when the gander makes up his mind it’s made up, yo.

-PK and Cloverleaf (CL from here on out) and Uno work together for 3 years before the Spear of Selene incident, where Donald is suddenly left with three eggs. Donald’s priorities now shifted, he quits being a hero and buys the houseboat so he can raise the triplets without Scrooge’s influence. Gladstone does what he can to help while trying to continue to protect Duckburg, and while watching CL on the news Donald has the sudden realization that Duckburg still needs him- new parent or not. So he (metaphorically!!) throws the eggs into their pram, rushes to Ducklair Tower, begs Lyla to watch the eggs for him and rushes off to CL’s aid.

-After the danger is over, Donald collects the eggs, thanks Lyla for her help, then meets up with CL and Uno on the 151st floor where they have a serious conversation. Donald acknowledges that Duckburg still needs PK, but Della’s children also need him. The three eventually come to the conclusion that the kids would be raised by PK and Uno there in the Tower, where they would be safe- and they would be trained so they’re ready for anything thrown at them. (Gladstone is actually the one who is like “nah cuz you be their dad I’m not cut out for that, I’ll be the cool uncle, I don’t wanna live in the tower! No offense Uno” so it isn’t like Donald just decided to leave him out of the parenting)

-The eggs hatch and Donald names them sensible (AKA not Della’s list) names (and pronounces Llewellyn correctly dammit) and Donald and Uno have a time learning hands-on how to be parents. (“I’ve read twenty different parenting guides in the last five seconds and they’re all saying different things, Donald, WHAT DO WE DO-”) The whole “raising kids together” thing brings them even closer than before and forces them to have a chat about their feelings, too.

-When the triplets are small and starting to run around, Uno baby proofs everything. He has a hard time keeping them from escaping their playpen (which is essentially a huge room with an amazing view of the city, he doesn’t know why they’re so intent on escaping). Then eventually the inevitable happens- both Don and Glad end up stuck on the other side of the world for nearly a whole month, and Uno realizes taking care of three toddlers is much easier when you have a body. So while they’re gone, he balances his time between advising them on their mission, taking care of the triplets and building an android body that can handle an AI as advanced as him (throw out that “an AI who is only good could never make a full person” shit cuz Uno can be petty as hell, he’s a whole ass person even without Due yo). By the time Don and Glad get back he’s testing his prototype. Donald is thrilled, of course- his boyfriend has a body now!

-The triplets gain a sister! Everett brings a child to them one day, a little Coronan girl who was for reasons I haven’t decided yet cast out of her family and Everett, with his weird Enlightened Powers shit, went and found her and brought her back to the people he knew would take care of her well (considering his own past failures...). And so the triplets have a little sister who is an alien! Yee! Yes it’s Asveya (Ve). She came to them when she was ~2 and the triplets were 3 or 4, and as she didn’t have a name Donald named her after a friend he met as a child, when he regularly adventured with Scrooge and Della, and whom he ended up meeting again as a young adult.

-Uno perfects the body over time as he learns more things about being a person (he very purposefully leaves out pain receptors, though he includes the best parts of being a physical person ofc- he wants his cake and he wants to eat it too!). Everett decides now that Uno has a body, it was time to introduce him as his son officially and hand the business over to him (stating that it’ll be good for the kids if at least one of their parents had a proper job and income, since savings don’t last forever), and as the kids get older Donald begins training them so they’ll be able to take care of/protect themselves if need be. Uno creates a training field/obstacle course that is fun and age-appropriate, and by the time they’re ten they’re like little superheroes in training. They can give Webby a run for her money. Ve is less interested in being like PK and more interested in being like Uno- AKA the techie behind the gadgets.

-The triplets are already playing with some rudimentary pieces of tech Ve made, playing like they’re superheroes (or villains, gotta have someone to fight!). Uno finds out when he reviews the Tower footage and immediately confiscates anything that can be dangerous, but lets them keep the more innocent stuff.

MODERN DAY STUFF (AKA the time the show takes place)

-As the kids got older Donald and Uno allowed them more freedom, even letting them go out on their own (with the promise of being back before dark, not telling anyone what their parents did for a living, they all stuck together and they didn’t speak to strangers beyond what was necessary). When the triplets were 10 and Ve was 8 or 9, Uno learned that a powerful artifact (not the gem) was in Atlantis and that if a villain got their hands on it, it would be... very bad. So Donald decides it’s time to put on his metaphorical adventure shoes again and go get it. By this time Gladstone got trapped in the casino (Uno has been looking for him, after not hearing from him for over a week) and Uno had a Big Business thing to attend, real important too, so they talk about getting a babysitter for the weekend they’ll be gone. The kids manage to convince them they don’t need one, as they’ll be safe in the 151st floor (“We’ll be safer there than anywhere else, right, Uncle Uno?”). Donald tried to call Lyla but she was unfortunately in the field, so he agreed to let them stay home on their own until Uno got back (Uno did the math and figured he could stay for a few hours to just make a good faith appearance, talk business with some stooges and then come home the same day).

-Of course, the kids get caught. Uno had already left out for his business thing at like 5 AM, and Donald was about to head out to Atlantis in one of the Duckmobiles. He happened to check on a whim the back of the mobile, where he found his surprised ducklings staring wide-eyed up at him. He knew then that he needed to cash in on a favour- he called Beakley and then drove the protesting children to the mansion. (“Come on, Unca’ Donald!” “It’s a mansion! We wanna go to the lost city, too!” “Come on, we’ve been doing real good in training!” “Please, dad? We promise we’ll listen!”) The excitement over meeting THE Scrooge McDuck is overshadowed by the disappointment that they can’t go on this mission.

-Besides, who cares about a mansion and a rich adventuring duck when your parents and uncle are not only rich adventurers, but they’re also superheroes???

-Donald gives them a forehead kiss goodbye and heads off, and Scrooge has Beakley put the kids in that old room. “It’ll only be a few hours” they said. “Until Uno gets back.” Unfortunately, Uno calls Louie and tells the duckling there’s been a problem and he won’t be back until later- Donald already informed him of the changed arrangements and he’s already contacted Beakley.

-The kids decide to escape the old room, putting their hero training into action, but are ultimately swept up into Webby’s trap. Webby is super excited to meet them when she realizes who they are (though she has no idea who Ve is), and she cuts them down from the net without them having to escape themselves. The kids know they’re not supposed to let anyone know about the “hero family” thing so try to act like normal kids, though it becomes apparent Webby doesn’t know how to be a normal kid either.

-Through shenanigans, the children inspire Scrooge to adventure again, and Dewey lets slip about lost cities and Scrooge has a moment of realization. Thus, he drags the kids to Atlantis with him. While there, the kids each get a chance to show off their moves (which they’re SUPPOSED TO HIDE but you know, when arrows are flying at you ain’t got no time to hide). Donald is pissed when he notices them in Atlantis, and Uno is pissed when he calls Donald and learns the kids are in Atlantis, right where they are NOT supposed to be.

-Things pretty much follow the episode, though with the triplets able to hold their own and Donald gunning for a completely different artifact. When they escape and get back to the surface with their respective artifacts, they’re met by a livid android who absolutely chews Scrooge out for dragging four ten year olds and an eight year old to a dangerous place like that.

-Donald decides that it might be okay for the kids to visit with Scrooge sometimes, to get a little real-world experience, and at precisely that moment something crashes into the 151st floor of Ducklair Tower. Uno is absolutely furious (“MY TOWER???”) cuz that’s gonna take a bit to fix- at the very least it’ll appear to take a while- and when the kids question “what now?” Scrooge offers up some rooms in the mansion. The kids are excited cuz they’ll get to live with Webby and explore a new place. Donald and Uno say “just until the tower is fixed” (Gladstone had Donald’s boat at the time he went missing so Donald doesn’t have it) which is good enough for the kids.

-Scrooge being sus of Uno for like a whole arc cuz he’d never heard of Uno Ducklair before recently and also his nephew?? got married???

-Gladstone finally gets a message out to Don and Uno for help, and they go immediately- but not before Scrooge makes it a family adventure. Scrooge is disparaging of Gladstone, but Donald is just worried about his cousin. They manage to save Gladstone without pseudo-sacrificing anyone. Scrooge gets a little sus when they get back to Duckburg, and days later the missing Cloverleaf has shown up again.

-HDLV ended up spilling the truth to Webby as she got closer with them, but they swore her to secrecy. Of course Beakley found out because Webby is a terrible liar.

**So basically Donald + Uno parents, a kid that calls them her dads, good Uncle Gladstone, Brotherly Gladstone + Donald, Competent Cloverleaf, PK + Cloverleaf teamup, little-hero triplets. Gyro will end up teaming up with Gizmoduck when Fenton takes up heroing, too, just like Launchpad teams up with DW (DW’s story for this AU will be different, also, just a heads up) and basically all their combined kids become a badass team of children (Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Ve, Boyd, Gos, and of course Lena and Violet join in later...) Gyro teams up with Gizmoduck because every hero needs a tech guy (even heroes who are also scientists....) and he’s not only very capable, he’s worked with a hero before so he knows the ins and outs :D

However it is now 2 AM and I need to sleep so I’m gonna end my musings here but I am thinking of them so much right now I’m

#Domestic DUno AU #I still need a proper title for it #DT17 AU #PK AU #DUno #I miiiight add some Drakepad and Fenro.......#I'm a sucker for hero/sidekick pairings #Also featuring science family!#I like Gandra I really do but the hero/sidekick mannn #I mean Fenton had two hands so maybe.................

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spectracully · 3 years

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crash the crush.

pairings : senior student!xiaojun x sophomore student!reader warnings : profanity, underage drinking, mentions of drugs genre : fluff, a bit of crack? highschool!au word count : 4.3k

summary : what are the odds of crashing into your crush during the neighborhood-friendly run and mutual friends party?

You were pissed off when your mum said you need to work your lazy ass off. Well, if it's on the summer break, you'll most likely agree with her. But it's only the weekend, and you've been studying your ass off these days. A lazy weekend is something you earned, but your mum decided to rain on your lazy parade.

With all those groans and deep sighs, you storm off your house wearing your workout gear. Not much, only a windbreaker jacket paired with shorts and running shoes. Popping your airpods on both of your ears to blast some jams, you take some light jogging steps on your neighborhood. It's only 4.30 pm, and kinda windy, why the fuck are you doing this? That's right, because mum literally compared you to your neighbor's daughter, Giselle, who recently won a karate tournament. Now mum won't even shut up how much she wants an active daughter, not the lazy one. Yikes.

Back to the streets by Saweetie & Jhene Aiko plays, and you hear a message notification on your airpods. Still on your light jogs, you glance at the notification.

yeri<3 : yo yeri<3 : wyd

You stop jogging for a while to write your bestfriend back. It's saturday, she's probably asking you to hangout along with the gang. Yeri gets easily bored at home and in constant need of hanging out.

y/n : running 💃 💃 💃 y/n : mum said i need to be giselle

You continue your pace while waiting for her reply. You can see your neighborhood clearly now, seeing the details, since you always go to school in a sleepy state, not really noticing the environment, and also going home from school mostly sleeping in your brother's car.

The notification rings again. It must be Yeri.

yeri<3 : bitch thats a dancing emoji yeri<3 : running in a weather like this? yeri<3 : damn straight u wanna be giselle

You chuckle as you’re about to type the messages once more, the weather is fine, what the hell is she talking about? But then Yeri is still typing.

yeri<3 : n e ways yeri<3 : party at lucas' 8pm yeri<3 : be there or be fucking square 💀 💀 💀

You sigh. There she goes. No other option than tag along with her, but it's not like you hate it anyway. Lucas' party is always awesome, you and your friends also will get a VIP pass because he's a good friend of yours too, despite the fact that you're not even in the same grade as him, he's one year above you and Yeri.

y/n : weather is nice dont jinx it y/n : fine but pick me up y/n : cuz doyoung won't let me drive his car

You send the messages to Yeri to prove her the weather is fine, and indicates that you agree to go to Lucas' house tonight, it's a great night to probably get wasted after all those tiring run mum decided to toss on you. It's gonna be fun, anyways. But the thing about hanging out with Lucas and his senior friends.. You might've developed a big fat crush with one of Lucas' closest friends, Xiaojun.

You barely had an interaction with him, though, because he's usually the quiet and calm one in Lucas' closest friends group. Lucas himself is already so fucking loud, not to mention Hendery, the good-looking clown and moodmaker. There's also Jungwoo, the one who looks very calm but actually won't shut up once you talk to him. Mark too, the giggly one with some lame jokes. Well, going to Lucas' party tonight means you can see Xiaojun, probably getting the chances that you'll have some interaction over some boozes or something is also quite high.

After feeling all warmed up, you decide to give yourself a run around the block. Yeri's right, it's a funny weather to run. It's windy, but the more you stay outside, the cloud is getting darker and darker. You also knew that you're not really alone, who's doing this athletic bullshit in this kind of weather, you noticed that a boy is also doing this silly run when you were typing messages to Yeri. Probably just another neighbor's child being scolded by his mum of how Giselle is so athletic that his mum also wants an active son? Welp, you didn't see his face anyway, you were glued to the phone when you saw the figure running from the side.

It's not even a minute after you started running, Yeri already replied again. Is she really that bored that she doesn't have anything to do?

yeri<3 : ok i'll pick u up at 7 yeri<3 : um.. its fucking raining, y/n yeri<3 : go home and take a shower yeri<3 : pick ur clothes and put on some makeup instead yeri<3 : its saturday night, activate your hoe protocol yeri<3 : mr xiaojun is going to be there tonight

You stop running and stare at her messages. Raining? Is she drunk or what? It's not even 5pm yet and here she is, hallucinating-

Oop. There it goes. You feel some water drops on your head. Your hand. It was slow at first, but then the raindrops are getting harder and harder, it's pouring.

"Motherfu-" you let out a curse, you should've trusted Yeri on this. As an intuitive homo sapiens with XX chromosomes, you scan through the streets, looking for some shelter to wait the rain to stop. Spotting a bus stop with a large steel canopy, you run like your life depended on it, avoiding the rain.

Finally arriving, you sigh and sit on the installed chair, typing messages to Yeri.

y/n : omg bitch ur right its raining y/n : should've pretended im dead in my room so mum wont bug me y/n : u know what after the rain ends im gonna sprint back home and take a fucking shower y/n : the universe doesnt like it when im trying to be giselle, it gave me rain instead

You sigh as you shuffle through your playlist, looking for some fun jams to pass your time through the rain, when somebody suddenly approaches you.

"Hi, do you mind if I take a seat here?" a boy asks, pointing to the chair next to you. You look up, and suddenly the next thing you wanna do is ascend your soul the fuck out of your body to the sky.

Oh boy. It's Xiaojun. The boy you won't shut up about. He’s wearing a white loose tank and grey sweatpants, drenched in his own sweat. Oh god. This is truly an attack for you. What the fuck is he doing here? And why must you meet him at your mess like being all salty because of those running fiasco and the rain? While wearing your not-so-fashionable workout gear and not-so-tidy ponytails? Oh god.

You can feel your heart is about to explode when you realize that he is actually the person who is also doing the stupid running at this very weather, you just didn't notice it sooner because you were on your damn phone. Damn, mum was right, everything happened because you were always on your damn phone.

"No, of course! Take a seat!" you answer him, trying your best to crack your sweetest smile although it's more like sweatiest not sweetest.

He smiles back at you, taking a seat next to you, then his eyes get back to his phone, completely glued. Damn this is the only cardio that is worth it, no running, no jumping, no huff that huff this, only sitting next to Xiaojun on a rainy day on a bus stop. Wonderful.

You quickly whip up the messaging app to type all kinds of gibberish and send it to Yeri. She knows what shit is about to go down when you speak gibberish to her.

y/n : FUCKJSHSJJSKSJK YERI y/n : OH MY FUCKING GOD SJSGSJSHSKJSK

Lucky you, Yeri has nothing to do than respond to your messages, she stays put on the chat room.

yeri<3 : OMG BITCH WHAT yeri<3 : SKSHSJJSKS YOU SCARED ME

y/n : HE's FUCKING HERE AHSJSHSJEK

yeri<3 : OMG WHOS HE?? yeri<3 : THE DEVIL??? IS HE GONNA TAKE UR SOUL? SKEJSJKSKSK

y/n : XIAOJUN y/n : TURNS OUT HE ALSO LIVES IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD

yeri<3 : ASKJSJSKSK WHAT yeri<3 : HOW

y/n : KAHSKSJKS omg bitch y/n : i was sheltering myself from the goddamn rain y/n : im in bus stop rn y/n : this angel came to accompany me y/n : HE WAS RUNNING TOO OMG y/n : omg yeri just so u know if im not there when u pick me up y/n : its bc im in church getting married with my man xiaojun

yeri<3 : BITCH OMG SKSKSKSKK yeri<3 : GET MARRIED RN yeri<3 : WAIT dont waste the chance yeri<3 : talk to him rn!!!

You swear you're about to scream when Yeri sends that. She was actually right, this is your chance to talk to him, considering that you didn't really interact that much with him. But really? He didn't even say a word when he sat, probably didn't even remember your name? The disappointment slowly gets into your head.

You freeze on the spot. torn between wanting to talk to him and just let it slide, you'll see him again tonight as Lucas' house, right?

Just when you decide to give up and not say a word, he turns his head to you.

"Hey, I didn't know you live in this neighborhood too," he starts.

Oh god. If every time your heart beats fast you get a dollar, you'd probably have your own private island by now.

You try to play it cool when actually on the inside you wanna scream I LIKE YOU to his face rn. "Oh? Oh yes, my house is number 13." you answer calmly,

He cracks a smile, “13? You’re Doyoung’s little sister?”

Oh god. What the fuck is this clownery? He knows Doyoung? Why and how? At this rate you just wanna evaporate to the rain, what if Doyoung actually knows that you liked Xiaojun and he spills it? Oh god.

You smile back at him, holding the panic you’ve been keeping since he mentioned Doyoung’s name. “Yep. I’m his sister.”

“Oh god, why didn’t I notice that earlier? I could’ve taken care of you at school!” he exclaims, and you sure you just wanna evaporate to the rain. Him? Taking care of you at school? YES PLEASE!

You let out a small giggle, trying to be as calm as possible when in reality you’re very sure you just wanna melt like a goddamn popsicle on a hot summer day. “So, how do you know my brother, actually?”

He laughs a bit, wiping away the sweat on his forehead. Oh god, he’s just so beautiful. “Well.. Doyoung and I used to be a dynamic duo in the school's choir, until he graduated.”

Oh, that. Doyoung is pretty serious about his career in the school’s choir, but you did not expect that Xiaojun is actually a part of it. Of course, he has the face of an angel, the voice is included.

“Now I know why Doyoung never let me come to his house. Turns out he has a cute- I mean, h-he has a sister, and that’s you! M-Maybe he’s afraid I’ll bother you or s-something.” he continues, stuttering a bit, and letting out an awkward laugh. You laugh again, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks that you can’t hide no more. DID HE JUST SAY DOYOUNG HAS A CUTE SISTER? DID HE JUST SAY YOU’RE CUTE? DID HE-

But then, good things always come to an end. The goddamn rain stops. Oh fuck, no more chitter chatter with the dear crush. Just when it is the fucking time you need to hear the goddamn wedding bells, the rain decided to stop on your rain parade. Fuck.

He looks up, and seems like noticing the rain has stopped. “Well, Y/n. Lucas is having a party tonight, are you coming?”

You can feel your cheeks are still heating from his words, you shyly nod to him. Welp, maybe the rain has stopped, but this stupid crush? No. It goes on. Very much.

He stands up, straightening his white loose tank, getting ready to probably sprint back home. “Okay. See you tonight then, I’m going home. Have a good run!” he says as he walks away from the bus stop, leaving you dumbfounded. And lovestruck. That’s a win, alright.

Xiaojun slowly fades away from your view, and you’re still drowning on your pool of love. Yep, that’s it. You can’t even hold it, you quickly dial Yeri’s number to break out the news.

“What is it, Y/n? You literally left me on read for like 14 minutes straight and now you-”

“YERI LISTEN I’M GETTING MARRIED TONIGHT AND THAT’S A FUCKING FACT!” you shout to the phone, you can picture Yeri is probably goggling out her eyes right now.

“Girl, just because Xiaojun just asked you why the fuck were you running at times like this it doesn’t mean-”

“HE CALLED ME CUTE!” you blurted out,cutting her sentences for the second time,

“-you’re getting married- WHAT?? HE CALLED YOU WHAT?” Yeri yelled from the phone, now it’s pretty clear that Yeri is probably jumping her ass off right now.

You sprint your way to home, while holding your phone to your ears, continuing to give Yeri the details about the bus stop conversation you had earlier. Now she’s just yelling at you to pick the right dress and pamper yourself up, the probability you’ll marry Xiaojun at Lucas’ party is increasing. Sure it does.

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It’s 11.28 PM, 3 hours and a half since you and Yeri just arrived at Lucas’ house, escaping from Doyoung’s warning to you, to get back in one piece, and most importantly, sober. As if you’re gonna leave Lucas’ house sober, that’s funny, alright. You and Yeri were greeted by Yangyang and Donghyuck, who are currently setting up the table for snacks and drinks. That was probably the first time you saw Donghyuck ever setting up something, because if not, Jungwoo would’ve set his ass on fire.

The party madness has started, seems like everybody already has enough alcohol running on their system. Lucas is already losing his shirt and starts twerking in the middle of his house along with Jaemin and Jungwoo. Ah yes, the thot trio already started their thing, and all you have to do is just stay back and avoid getting dragged to the dance mess, because the chance of Jungwoo and Jaemin will start grinding at you is kinda high right now.. Considering their.. Twerking fiasco.

You sit back on the couch and watch your friends getting crazy over the playlist Yangyang made just for this event, sipping on your cocktails that Donghyuck put god-knows-what in it, he said it’s just cherry juice mixed with gin and brandy, but somehow it tastes kinda citrusy. You glance to the right, only to see Yeri making out with some random guy (probably one of Lucas’ friends named Changbin but oh well, that’s Yeri’s business).

Slightly grossed out and sad because apparently you’re not making out with Xiaojun right now, you make your way to the patio, and find the crowd that circle around a spinning bottle. Interested, you join Jeno, Mark, Renjun, Yeji, Hyunjin, Sungchan, Karina, Vernon, Hendery, and of course, the (hottest) most important person right now, Xiaojun.

“Welcome! As a newly joined member.. Truth or dare?” Jeno greets you as you take a seat between Mark and Sungchan. Well, you’d love to sit beside Xiaojun, but apparently, that seat is already taken by Hendery and Vernon.

You silently glance at Xiaojun, who is wearing a denim jacket with light-yellow knit top underneath, paired with white trousers. Damn, he looks so damn good that you wanna cry a river.

Your head comes back to the question Jeno asked. Today’s your day, be bold or bald. It’s time. “Well, I’m not gonna put my drunk antics to waste. Dare then.” you answer boldly, earning a few ‘ooooh’s from your friends.

Jeno snickers. Well, fuck. Guess you’re a bit too damn bold tonight, the realization suddenly hits you like a fucking trainwreck, Jeno is kinda extreme for games like this. Wrong choice, y/n. You gulp as you wait for Jeno to come up with something.

“I dare you to kiss Xiaojun!” Jeno exclaims, clapping both of his hands like a goddamn happy seal. Mark and Hendery are high-fiving right now, throwing whistles around Xiaojun, who is silent as a fucking rock.

Oh god. Things you’ve said about not putting your drunk antics to waste should’ve stayed in that goddamn draft. This is where Jeno takes you, even though you’re secretly happy that you finally get to kiss your goddamn crush, that shit is EMBARRASSING. If you wanna evaporate to the waters, then it’s probably the right time to do it.

But why Xiaojun though? Is your big fat crush on him too obvious?

You freeze on the spot as you awkwardly smile and stare at Jeno. This shit can’t be real. Jeno is goddamn crazy. You can feel the air is getting hot, whether it’s because the alcohol starts kicking in, or just because the blood is rushing through your head.

“Scared, aren’t you?” Jeno taunts you, sipping his beer as the rest of the group laugh except you and Xiaojun, who is currently staring at you with a questionable expression. Is he pleased? Or is he pissed? Oh god.

“I-I’m not!” you answer him, leaning to Xiaojun, gulping once more before asking him, “You’re okay with this though?”

Xiaojun smirks, “How can I say no to you?” he asks back, accompanied by a few ‘ayyy~’ from the boys, sending butterflies to your stomach. Your face is probably as red as a tomato by now.

Good god. Is this the same Xiaojun who is quiet, calm, and collected among his friends? Why suddenly he is so bold? Oh, he’s probably just drunk and won’t remember this kiss anyway.. You lean closer to him, closing the gap between his face and yours by sealing the kiss. His lips are soft yet firm, almost like a grape jelly you had earlier this afternoon, with a hint of vodka, of course.

After a few seconds, you finally pull out and linger your eyes on him. It’s beautiful, and mesmerizing. You just wish that you can see it again, and only for you, no one else. As you get back to your seat, you take one more last glance at him, that is currently also glancing at you, with his cheeks red.

Okay. You definitely heard the wedding bells, thanks Jeno. That’s probably one of your dreams, and thanks to Jeno, it came true. But unfortunately, Xiaojun probably won’t feel the same, or worse, he’ll probably forget about it tomorrow.

Everyone claps, exchanging happy exclaims and cheers as if you just said ‘I do’ to Xiaojun lol, when in reality, you were just doing the dare Jeno gave you. You gulp bitterly as the game goes on and on.

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It’s an hour past midnight, 1.12 AM to be exact. Thank god you’re not that shitfaced, but Yeri is. She is not even capable of doing anything anymore except being all smiley and shit, Changbin already drove her home like fifteen minutes ago, leaving you behind in Lucas’ lair. You suddenly felt the urge to thank god that Yeri made a fantastic decision last minute before picking you up, she used a taxi instead of driving. If she hadn’t, you’re probably stuck driving her home right now.

You scan through the house while leaning through the stair railings, looking for an easy target to get a free ride. Finally spotted your friends, you now have 3 choices : Donghyuck (who is currently seducing some random girl), Yangyang (who is now playing mobile games with Jaemin and Chenle), or Mark (who recently just hit a goddamn blunt, but he’s very capable to drive).

You sip your glass of water, making up your mind for your ride home. But then, suddenly someone taps on your shoulder.

“Do you wanna go home? Like, right now? I can drive you- I mean, our house is like, near.” you hear Xiaojun speaking to you, holding his car keys on his left hand.

Good gracious, is this even real? Like, Xiaojun, is actually asking you to go home with him? Is this real? Or are you just hallucinating from the goddamn weed you take 10 minutes ago from Lucas?

You stare at him blankly. He bit his lip, “I mean- If you wanna stay longer- or probably-”

“Yes, of course! Let’s go.” you smile at him, cutting off his words.

3 times in a day. Good job, Y/n! The wedding is up ahead!

He smiles and gives you a gesture, “Ladies first.”

The drive is not as awkward as you thought. Turns out, Xiaojun is full of surprise though, you nearly choked when he said he once formally apologized to Doyoung before he stood up to defend the dignity of Mint Chocolate Chip flavored ice cream. It’s delightful to find out that he has similar tastes as you, from ice cream flavor to music and school subjects.

Xiaojun also told you the reason why he was on the run earlier, he was bored. Damn, look at it, the difference between a forced daughter whose mum wants an active child, and a bored model-student. He said he didn’t expect to see you because he was embarrassed, he was drenched in sweat.

You can feel the butterflies on your stomach grow wilder and wilder from every word he said, or maybe it’s just the way he smiles when he talks to you? Welp, if it’s anything to do with Xiaojun, you’ll most likely get butterflies.

Just when you thought he was drunk, he is not. He’s capable of driving you home and carrying on some fun convos, also remembering little things. So.. perhaps, he is not going to forget the kiss you shared because of Jeno’s dare?

As you keep on exchanging conversation with him, suddenly it’s time to get off his car and get back to your house, get ready to deal with Doyoung’s nags and scolds for getting home this late.

You giggle as you take the seat belt off, smiling at the brown haired boy.

“Thank you for driving me home, Xiaojun. It was fun.” you say to him, waving him goodbye as you open the door. He smiles and waves back at you.

Just when you’re about to open the gate of your house, you hear the sound of slamming car doors. You turn around and see Xiaojun standing in front of you, eyes sparkling like a goddamn star. Unfortunately, it’s not Christmas.. If it is, all you want for Christmas is to stare at Xiaojun’s beautiful eyes all day, and probably get married to him.

“Um.. Y/n.. I don’t know how to say this but.. The kiss you gave me earlier, it’s kinda..” he starts, smiling sheepishly.

Oh god, what now? It’s kinda what? Gross? You swear you’ll kill Jeno if you hear that from Xiaojun.

You gaze at him as you wait for him to complete his sentences.

“It’s kinda.. Making me feel.. Things.” he finally continues, rubbing the back of his neck while looking away from you, flustered. It’s pretty cute.

You giggle at him a little, the butterflies come back, or maybe they never even left?

“Don’t laugh, Y/n. I’m being honest, I was pretty embarrassed to run into you during sheltering, and now you’re laughing at me for-”

You let out a big laugh before you pull him to another kiss. This one is a bit longer, more passionate and intimate, unlike the one you had before. He cups your cheek as you feel him smiling during the kiss.

“I’m sorry if I invaded your privacy- but your fast typing was very.. Intriguing.. I might’ve seen you texting Yeri at the bus stop.” he giggles after you pull out from the kiss.

Yikes. You feel like you’re about to burst now. He saw you texting Yeri? What kind of clownery is this? Did he see you typing- oh god, that’s too embarrassing to remember.

“No! That’s too embarrassing!” you cover your face, he laughs once more.

“Now, which church are we going to? I’m pretty sure you said we’re getting married tonight, right?” he takes your hands off your face, grinning widely.

You pout and lightly hit him, only to be attacked by his hugs a second later. Aww, finally, dreams do come true. You stay on his embrace for a few more minutes, no talking, just comfortable silence and realization that you’re on Xiaojun’s arms right now.

You glance at your watch, Doyoung would be furious by now. Telling him that you really have to go before Doyoung can rise from his sleep and beat your ass, you finally wave goodbye to him as he gets back to his car.

Finally entering the house, you’re greeted by Doyoung who’s standing in front of you, holding a bowl of salad on his right hand.

“So, kissing Xiaojun in front of my salad?” he raises his eyebrow.

You stick out your tongue as you make your way upstairs. Technically, not in front of Doyoung’s salad, because the door was closed. He’s probably looking through the window, such a nosy brother. You laugh at the thought of Doyoung getting furious while eating his salad as you get a message.

Xiaojun : so, see you at school? Xiaojun : can’t wait to hold your hand on monday ;)

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cutie1365 · 4 years

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God i need to fucking rant about this bitch. How do I always get stuck with the shittiest fucking roommates man.

I’m tired of two faced bitches who say one thing to you and turn around and do the complete opposite.

Why can logic and common sense not get through to this bitch????

First her mother destroys my furniture by fucking spray painting it! Spray paint! Without my knowledge or permission! These fucking back woods idiots who wouldn’t know their head from their ass.

They moved all my boxes and furniture without me knowing and left shit everywhere and somehow my shit ended up in their car six hours away and if I wasn’t on my shit they would have stolen it and I would have never gotten it back.

All my furniture was damaged from them throwing it about and leaving it in the hot sun outside. My TV was laying in the yard for an hour unwatched in 100 degree heat. How it wasn’t stolen is beside me.

Then this bitch thinks it’s smart to have a 145lb dog and leave us to watch it while she works 12 hour shifts. We’re not ur fucking babysitter.

And when we tell her it’s not our responsibility to watch her dog SHE HAS THE AUDACITY TO YELL AT ME. Talking bout how we knew she had a dog. Yeah bitch YOU have a dog, not me. Not my other roommates. Your fucking dog. Not our job to babysit and let it out to piss and see what’s wrong when she’s crying locked in her shoe box room.

She agreed to wipe the dogs paws when she brings her in from outside so we don’t track the dirt into the house. Before we moved in we discussed this. She said YEAH NO PROBLEM. Then when she never once did it- we said what happened to that huh we talked about that. She says “Why would I do that? It’s a dog we’re gonna get dirt inside”. Bitch I know you live in a fucking pigsty in the middle of butt fuck no where but here we don’t want to be stepping in mug and grass in our fucking living room.

She said she’d sweep up after the dog a few times a week because she SHEDSSS like crazy. Yeah she’s never once swept and when we brought that up she says “we’re not gonna have a spotless house what do u expect”. Bitch the other three of us are cleaning up after ur ass all the time. You may be used to living in filth because you’ve never cleaned anything a day in your life, but we like to not collect a pile of dog hair on our feet just from walking from one end of the living room to the other.

So she yells, and I don’t take shit so I yell back. Bottom line, take care of your own dog we’re not doing it for you.

She’s also killing the poor dog. She’s locked up without peeing for 12 hours a day, gets no exercise. She never talks her. Then when she comes home she lets her out then goes into her room and falls asleep so the dog basically is in the tiny room 24 hours a day with no exercise. She’s a fucking Great Dane. The room is so small she can only lay on the bed all day.

And she feeds her 20 count Chickfila Chicken nuggets. That’s so bad! And this is a regular thing. Not like a treat every once and a while. Human food all the time. The dog won’t eat her dry food anymore. She’ll just dump whatever’s in the fridge into the bowl. I once saw her feed the dog tortilla soup. TORTILLA SOUP.

Here’s the fucking kicker- SHES TRYING TO BE A VET. This woman is killing her own dog and she thinks she can go take care of others.

She also has the vocabulary and reading comprehension skills of a 2nd grader and you think you can survive higher education. She thinks she’s fucking god and shits on people in liberal arts colleges or other degrees besides hers, yet she can’t write a two page paper.

She needs to realize she has 3 other roommates. We talked about keeping the common space free of clutter and personal items so that everyone can use it and it stays clean. She agreed. Then she put a huge fucking dog bed in the living room after we explicitly said were putting a big plant here. (The dog has never sat in it because it’s locked in the room all day). And so when my roommates propose a compromise of leaving the bed in her room and taking it out when she’s sitting out in the living room she said “no, I’m not budging). You fucking cunt. She’s doing it just to pisss me off I swear. It has never been used, it is a waste of space, we are putting something else in that spot, it’s ugly, and it SMELLS.

HER WHOLE ROOM SMELLS SO BAD THAT IT LINGERS INTO HALF THE LIVING ROOM. And her room is right by the front door so it hits u right when u walk in. I swear I think that dogs peeing in her room. You’d think someone died in there.

The dog vomits and has diarrhea alll the time cuz she feeds her shit. That poor dog is gonna die because she’s neglecting her.

AND THEN

The day after this conversation of “you haven’t followed thru on any of the things we agreed on before and the dog is ur responsibility not ours, we’re not taking care of it for you”.... SHE BLOCKS ME ON TWITTER.

My other roommate wakes me up to show me she turned her twitter private and kicked me off then posted some big rant and said “Friendly reminder that NO ONE has the right to not treat you with kindness. You are loved, appreciated, and deserve to be here as much as anyone else. In the midst of this pandemic, cut out those who provide anything other than support and positive energy”.

What fucking baffles me is that my other two roommates were by my side and we all said the same thing so why she’s singling me out is beside me. And how can us saying “we’re worried for the health of ur pet because she’s locking in a room all day and needs to pee” is negative energy. Kill ur fucking dog for all we care then bitch, we brought up our concern now it’s on you.

It’s been a fucking month. This is going to be the longest 12 month lease of my life.

And she’s one of those people who has family money then turns around and says she’s poor and her family’s poor and she had to help buy them groceries this summer. Then turn around and buy a $2,000 ring for fun. She has small town money where they have those ugly checkered Louis vutton bags and she wants gucci boots, but then she’s like idk I don’t have money for groceries I can’t contribute.

And I know in the end everything will work out. Because she’ll go right back to living in that small as town and never leave. But dear lord please don’t let her be a vet. Spare those poor animals. It’s not their fault she’s a brainless fuckup.

And like if she was just dumb, fine. She can’t help that. But then she wants to turn it around and act like she’s a fucking genius and everyone is below her.

AND I FOUND OUT SHE VOTED FOR TRUMPPPPP.

Kill me. Just kill me.

I guess I’ll update y’all cuz I’m sure she’ll do more dumb shit soon and I need to rant because it physically PAINS me how angry I get. Like a knot in my chest how she can’t see logic or common sense.

OO and after her mom painted my furniture... because they had damaged it and instead of telling me and offering to help fix it. They took it out of my room and spray painted it (the wrong color and just let it drip if anyone knows how to properly use spray paint). So I told her hey just letting u know that really upset me, I know it was ur mom and not you and you probably didn’t know it happened, but I’m mad and it will take me a few days to get over it. Just so she’s not like Oo why is she mad at me why’s she not talking to me. And she was like I completely understand my mom feels really bad I’m so sorry I didn’t know she did that. Ok we’re all good go about our days.

THEN I find out from my other roommate that she had talked to her and was like Idk why she’s mad, I’m mad that she’s mad. BITCH. What if I took ur furniture out of ur room and decided to spray paint some random lines on it in a different color. I had to sand and repaint it (with fucking paint not spray paint because why the fuck would u do that).

I’m bout to catch a charge lol I get so headed just remembering it.

So yeah if y’all wanna give me some validation that I’m not crazy and this isn’t normal behavior please do, I’m spiraling.

This was a long ass rant but this is my life.

Any witches out there wanna manifest her coming to her senses or moving out and still paying her rent lol that would be great.

Karma honey, nows ur time to shine. Take care of it

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alw4ysf0rev3r · 4 years

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the witch and the boy || dean winchester

you and dean have know each other for half a year now. you always knew there was something there. he did too. but you guys just hid that love for each other as best friends.

you're a hunter just like sam and dean. but you're also a witch. dean's hatred towards all witches was prominent, but he made an exception for you. he didn't freak out or try to kill you, but yeah, he was a little weary after that. but it was sam. sam adored you for how much you cared about bobby, cas, dean, and him. he just couldn't believe how dean just let the fact you were a witch go over his head. and that's what started everything that night.

"dean! she's a witch. she could kill us all or get us involved in some witch-on-witch stuff!" "samuel fucking winchester i swear to god if you start this again." neither of them knew you could hear the conversation. this happened once or twice before but you could sense this fight was gonna be worse. last time you got involved you told dean you could fight you're own battles.

"trust me, i know. you proved that when we first met. but you don't have to. and sam... he's never like this, he's usually the one to sympathize with the-" he trailed off, "monsters dean. monsters." he freaked out then of all times. "no, no, no. y/n you're not a monster. why would you-" you started laughing. "baby boy trust me i know i'm not a monster. save that speech for sammy."

dean finally spoke after taking one of the plates from the table to the sink, but really quiet to the point you could barely hear him. "sammy, why do you care so much. i'm the one with the grudge not you. she's a good person. you know that. y/n saved us before she knew us."

when you guys first met, it wasn't at a diner or some macho god vs winchesters fight, one night, the boys and cas were fighting a large group of demons. nothing new. but they were outnumbered and even cas was having a difficult time taking them on. dean was about to be stabbed when he heard the demons drop one by one. he didn't see who, so he immediately thought it was cas. he saw a few knives fly towards the one to the right of him, the one pinning cas had his legs swept beneath him, then the one holding dean turned to you after you took a knife to his back. this demon was a pain in the ass. punches were thrown, a few kicks to the side of his head, and yours. finally it gave up and you exercised it. you moved the hair from your eyes and all the boys stood looking at you like you were the best hunter they'd seen (which you are) but at the same time, they had horror in their eyes. you took down a full room of demons with ease. and you weren't even using your powers. they didn't need to know that yet.

sam did that grunty-thingy he always does and whiped his face, mumbling something you couldn't hear. "she's a monster. she'll kill us all. you know how powerful she is." dean rolled his eyes from hearing this over and over and over again. "i don't care sam. y/n has done nothing but keep all of us in line and alive. you should be happy she's with us not arguing the same god damn argument!" he yelled. you slumped your back against the wall along the stairs, holding back tears.

"you really wanna risk us for her?" sam asked. "you know what sam? maybe i do. she's been there for me more that any of you have my whole life. she understands me without the judgement. i wouldn't wanna have anyone else by my side if something went wrong or hell, if something went right. if you have a problem with her you can leave. cuz i'm not leaving her. i made her that promise." he rolled his head around and started mumbling swears under his breath, then went to the coat rack and grabbed his lea ther jacket and keys, slamming the door behind him.

that's when you went to your room. sam smashed a few plates and then went to bed. see, that gut feeling was right. dean definitely cared but who knew that much? you cried for a while, and obviously knew you weren't gonna get sleep.

dean didn't get back until 3:46 a.m. he went to a bar and got drunk you assumed and when he got back you walked downstairs. "you good?" you saw him slouching and caught him as he missed the first step on the way up the stairs. "great." he responded with a smile and clear smell of whiskey on his breath. "here c'mon." you half-guided, half-carried him up the wooden staircase to his room which you migrated to around 1 earlier. "were you planning on stayin' in here sweetheart?" he asked, noting your spare blanket and charger you kept in his room. you gave him a slight chuckle. "i was." after you took off his shoes and placed his trash can next to his bed you started to leave. "hey. hey. you." you stopped in your tracks and looked back. "yeah dean?" he kinda stumbled on his words at first. "c-can you stay with me 'till i fall asleep?" after reaching the other side of the bed, you released a slight puff of air after hitting the matress. at first you wondered why he stumbled asking that question because he doesn't usually talk like that when he's drunk. so yay he's sobering up. but it's not like it's the first time you've spent the night in the other's room. it was normal for you two. that's when it hit you. a different way.

he turned around to look at you, which you were half on the wall and half on the bed. you raised your eyebrows at him and he knew that meant 'what?' "i'm sorry. for sam. i get it if you don't want to stay, i'm gonna leave if he keeps doing that." "dean, don't. i don't want the hardy boys spliting cuz of nancy drew. and i should be thanking you. you keep sticking up for me." "oh so you were listening?" he sassed. dean smiled. "that's my girl." you two looked at each other for a few seconds and that's what happened. he kissed you. or did you kiss him? you both kissed each other? doesn't matter.

you stopped him. "dean you're drunk. if you're gonna kiss me at least be sober enough to remember it." he rested his head against yours. "alright. g'night y/n." you looked into his apple green eyes before you kissed his forehead. "night dean." you shifted so your head met one of the two pillows dean kept, his met the other.

dean woke up before you. he showered (thank god) and picked up coffee and donuts. when you went downstairs you saw dean and walked towards the donuts, almost ignoring him. not because of the night before, you just didn't like mornings. he laughed and looked at you, taking a large gulp of his coffee. "so, we gonna talk about earlier?" you almost choked on your donut and said "what?" as your voice cracked. "just becuase i forget my abc's from time to time doesn't mean i didn't forget what we talked about and that we kissed y/n." you set down your food on a plate and walked over to him. "if you remember what's there to talk about dean?" you slightly squinted at him. he grabbed you by you're hips and swayed you two side to side. "well... i could ask you on a date. i mean we already have the chemistry and live together so,” “please you can't even spell chemistry." you smiled at him. he took his hands away and said, "wow. wow. ok. y'know y/n, i'm hurt. really." you walked back over to your food. "8 o'clock, movie and dinner. nothing fancy though. deal?" he looked at you with hope and love in his eyes. "deal. i'm just happy you didn't ask me with that cheesy knock knock joke." you fake gasped. "it's a great joke dean, get over it."

that’s when you knew he had your heart, and you had his.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester imagine #supernatural #supernatural imagine #jensen ackles

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pregnant-piggy · 4 years

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Secret Summer - part II

George Weasley x reader

Words: 3100

Warnings: my English? (cuz I found some mistakes in the previous part)

part one

A/N: So I wanted to post this yesterday but school and mental breakdowns are not the best combination. Specially not with exams all month. Anyway, have fun and I love ya!

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The rain was falling down on you but you didn't stop. You didn't even dare to look over your shoulder to see if George was still in the rain behind you. Something between you had broken. And it hurt, a hollow feeling spread in your chest. It got you numb, too sad and angry to cry.

You didn't know what George was to you right now. Did you break up? Was it just a fight? A fight that would lead to a break-up? You feared it was, but a part of you was relieved. This conversation had to happen eventually and at least you now knew where George was standing. The question was, where were you?

The wet ground sucked on your feet as you walked up the Weasley's land. On your way to the front door you tried to come up with excuses. In your concentration you kicked a gnome right in his face and he ran away cursing. It gave you some satisfaction but didn't help your problem. You didn't want to wait for George to return, but you also didn't want to worry the Weasleys.

However, you were completely soaked by now and started to shiver. You ran up the three steps to the back door and stepped into the kitchen. Hermione and Harry were sitting at the dining table and looked up when you entered. A similar expression of surprise appeared on both their faces, but where Hermione’s turned into worry, Harry's just stayed the same.

‘Are you alright? What happened?’ Hermione asked as she rushed over to you.

‘Was cold... decided to turn back...’ you muttered but when Hermione got closer you whispered: ‘I got into a fight with George and I don't know what to do.’ Your voice was shaking from emotion.

‘It's okay, we'll figure it out,’ Hermione whispered back and she put her arm around you. ‘But first we need to get you into something dry.’

She took you up the stairs to the bathroom. You were still feeling numb. Hermione helped you take you off your shoes.

‘I'll go to your room to get you dry clothes, maybe you should take a shower and relax,’ she proposed and you nodded; a shower sounded nice.

Hermione left the room and you started to undress and stepped in the shower. While the hot water fell down on your shoulders you thought back of your fight. George's empty eyes flew around in your mind. His words echoed in your head.

Was it true that he didn't want to tell his family because he was dating you? You were the reason, the one thing that made him keep all of it to himself?

The bathroom door opened and Hermione stepped in. You turned off the shower and grabbed a towel.

‘I told the others you are back because you were cold,’ Hermione said.

‘That's a good excuse,’ you mumbled while putting on your clothes.

Back in your room you fell on your bed. The pillow smelled like George and the numbness disappeared to make room for sadness. The tears started and didn't stop. Hermione pat you on your back.

‘Do you want to talk about it?’ she asked and suddenly you found yourself telling her everything. About how you met, how you kept your relationship a secret at Hogwarts and how hard it was for you not to be able to just go to your boyfriend whenever you wanted.

‘But I was fine with it. I trusted George and never thought it was me why he didn't want to tell,’ you told her.

Hermione shook her head. ‘That's not the reason. You know how I found out it is you he is dating? The way he looks at you... I just cannot describe it. His eyes are filled with hope and love and when you look back at him, the biggest smile appears on his face and his cheeks turn red. Believe me, you are not the reason why he doesn't want to tell.’

‘But what is?’ you asked desperate.

‘You should ask him and let him explain.’

- -- -

For the first time this stay at the Burrow, you were not expecting any company. George had ignored you at dinner completely and you had returned to your room right after, saying you didn't feel so good. The last thing you were in the mood for was a whole family wanting to talk with you.

But things we want the most, happen at the times we least expect them. While you were staring out the window someone knocked on your door.

‘Come in,’ you said thinking it was Hermione or Ginny. So when George's head came from the shadow you were shocked. You sat up in your bed and pulled up your legs to your chest. George stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed.

Silence filled the room until you broke it. ‘I'm sorry,’ you blurted out. ‘I know you don't want to tell your family for whatever the reason is. I misinterpreted your words and I thought that I- I was the reason...’

‘You're not the reason,’ George said and he sat down next to you. He took your hands. ‘(Y/N), I love you more than anything in the world.’

‘But why? Why won't you tell them?’

‘If I tell them, it's not our little secret anymore, I have to share you with everyone else. My family loves you, you know that, and when I tell them they will interfere with it. I'm afraid I will lose you, (Y/N). And I can't lose you.’

‘You will never lose me, love. I am all yours.’ George nodded and you put your arms around him. ‘If you're not ready, then we don't have to tell. But no matter what your family thinks or does, I love you.’ You planted a kiss on his lips. ‘I love every single thing about you. Your nose, your freckles, the way you light up when you tell a joke, your fingers, your enthusiasm, the cringe nicknames you give me... I could go on all night,’ you whispered and George wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you on top of him kissing you deep.

‘Then do,’ he whispered in your ear.

And you did; the whole night was filled with telling what you loved about each other. The love that you felt was almost touchable. All your insecurities came by and none of them seemed important at that moment. All that mattered were you and George, in that moment, without the interrupting from others, without opinions. Just you and him, in perfect harmony.

Every touch that he planted on your skin was soft and delicate, yet it showed how much he needed you. You gave in to this touches and soon the talking faded. It seemed like a scene from a film, everything was perfect. The sheets were light and soft, the stars in the sky bright and the room dark and safe. It was a mess of skin on skin, lingering fingers and passionate kisses.

- -- -

The next days were better than any other so far. You still didn't show anything, but the secret kisses in hallways when no one was around and holding hands when no one saw it, made up for it. With just one look you could communicate to George when you wanted to talk to him or just hold him.

The days were filled with games and happy chatter. The sun was shining again and most of the days were spent outside. From Quidditch to un-gnoming the garden to water fights to falling asleep in the sun with your head in George's lap, under the guise of being close friends. The water fights usually led to passionate make-out sessions in the shadow of the house. And every time you looked into your boyfriend's eyes you were reminded of that wonderful night and when you thought back of it, you got butterflies again.

- -- -

Everything was perfect and that was why it came as a shock.

Breakfast had been excellent every day and this day wasn't any different. You had gotten up later than usual. George had stayed late and you didn't fall asleep until an hour before sunrise. So when you stepped into the kitchen you weren't surprised to find everyone else, but Mr Weasley, who had gone to work, and George there. You sat down next to Fred and Ron and Mrs Weasley gave you a plate with waffles and bacon.

You dicussed with the others what you were going to do today and halfway though your tea it was decided to go to the village.

It seemed to be a normal day, just like any other. But the expectations were nothing with the reality.

Ten minutes after you sat down George entered the kitchen. Fred had stood up to bring his plate to the sink and George walked to the only empty seat, that seat, the seat next to you. However, instead of sitting down and following the rhythm of all the other mornings, George, before taking his place on the chair, bend over to you and kissed you.

‘Goodmorning, love,’ he said and turned to his plate with food, like nothing had happened. You were frozen in your seat, feeling the burning desire left by George's kiss on your lips.

Everyone else at the table was even more shocked than you. Ginny's eyes were so wide open, they could fall out of their sockets. Ron was stabbing himself with his fork and Harry next to him had his fork with food in front of his mouth but was watching George. Hermione and Fred however were both smiling.

The best reaction was undoubtedly the one from Mrs Weasley. In a span of fifteen seconds her face went from shock to confusion to realisation to joy.

The only one not affected was George. He was still eating his breakfast calm. You were unsure if it was a mistake or he actually planned for this. No matter, you were happy there was no more hiding from now on.

George's cheeks were red and he looked at you from the corner of his eyes. You shot him a smile and squeezed his leg under the table.

Ron was the first one to break the silence. ‘Is (Y/N) your... girlfriend?’

‘Has been for the past five months,’ George answered simply and took a sip from his orange juice. He kept looking at Ron until this one averted his eyes.

‘And no one knew?’ Harry asked. He had lowered his fork, but his face expression was still the same.

You nodded. ‘No one apart from Fred and since a few days Hermione.'

‘Hermione! You knew?!’ Ron cried and turned to his friend.

‘Yes and I am surprised you haven't! They haven't been able to keep their hands of each other since I came here!’

You and George both turned red at her words. Ron scoffed and shook his head.

Mrs Weasley, who hadn't said anything so far, moved in her chair. ‘I knew there was something going on between the two of you,’ she admitted. ‘But I didn't expect you to be dating for so long! Why didn't you tell us?’

George shook his head and muttered something incomprehensible.

‘We wanted to tell you in person and thus we waited for the summer vacation,’ you lied.

‘But you have been here for two weeks!’ Ginny said.

‘We just couldn't really find a right moment,’ you replied. ‘Until now, apparently,’ you added, more to George than to the others in the kitchen.

A grin appeared on his face and he looked up to his family at the table. He looked confident now it was out there.

‘So we're still on for the trip?’ he asked and poured himself a glass of orange juice.

Agreeing mumbles came from the people at the table while they continued to eat their breakfast, still thinking about what just had happened.

- -- -

You tried to talk to George, but Hermione and, mostly, Ginny were keeping you busy. Arm in arm with the two girls you followed the four boys to the village. They kept asking you about George and you patiently answered all their questions.

At walking into the main street, the four boys turned around to you, Hermione and Ginny, who were whispering and giggling as you told them about the first date George took you on. You looked up innocent to your boyfriend when you said his name a little too loud. His eyebrow rised and you gave him a sweet smile, that didn't answer his unspoken question. Ginny and Hermione also looked at George and giggled loudly.

‘Oh, don't worry babe,’ you said playful. ‘I only told them about your dinosaur-pyjamas!’

George’s head turned red and he muttered something incomprehensible. Laughing you took his arm and pulled him with you. He followed you but not before sending his brothers an angry glare for their chuckles.

‘What did you tell them?’ George asked insecure.

You smiled. ‘Really, nothing embarrassing. Besides we all have seen your pyjamas already.’ You reminded him of three days ago when he had forgotten there were other people in his house and he had entered the kitchen in his pyjamas.

‘Oh, yeah. I had forgotten about that,’ George mumbled.

The whole day is spent in the village. While the boys went to an old muggle magic shop, you and the girls sat down at the bakery. All with a steaming cup of tea and a raspberry doughnut in front of you, you told them about your last day at school.

‘Wait, you're the girl!’ Ginny exclaimed. ‘So that's why you weren't enthusiastic about the plan to intercept his letters.’

‘That's how Hermione found out,’ you said.

‘Why didn't you tell me?’ Ginny asked you waving with her pink glazed pastry.

‘I wanted to but George didn't,’ you answered while lowering her hand go prevent the doughnut from flying across the room. ‘He was afraid that he would lose me to you.’

‘How could he think that?’

‘Well, we are sitting here with (Y/N) while her boyfriend is off doing... whatever,’ Hermione pointed out.

‘Yes, but even if he hadn't told today we still would have sat here. Just talking about other things,’ Ginny said.

Hermione could only hum in response.

There fell a comfortable silence in the bakery that was interrupted by Fred and Ron, who were banging on the glass. Hermione choked in her tea and you hit your elbow painfully on the back of your chair in shock.

The boys entered and pulled chairs away from other tables to sit beside you. You were rubbing your elbow while patting Hermione on her back. Fred ordered a round of coffee, since there wasn't much else to order.

‘Why couldn't you have gone to the pub?’ he whined watching the waiter walk away.

‘Because we didn't expect our peaceful tea party to be intruded by four boys,’ you pointed out and took a bite of your doughnut.

Beside you George's eyes followed the pink pastry in your hand. You turned to him and held the doughnut in front of his mouth. He opened his mouth and bit a piece off. Around the table Ginny, Hermione and Fred ‘awh-ed', though Fred sarcastically, and Harry and Ron cringed.

‘Shut it,’ you said and ate the last piece of your doughnut.

The waiter came back a few minutes later with the coffee. George placed a protecting hand on your leg when the waiter looked a little too long at you. You took it and squeezed it, yet George wouldn't let go until the waiter had disappeared.

After the coffee it was time to go back home. The walk was the end of a perfect day. Though you really had enjoyed the secrecy, you liked this better. You could now look at George without fearing anyone would suspect anything. Now, you could hold his hand or put your arm around him. You didn't know what had gotten into George this morning but you were thankful for it.

When you arrived at the Burrow, Mr Weasley was home too. He glared at you with such piercing eyes you figured Mrs Weasley had told him. But he said nothing to you. He did however take George apart for a while after dinner and when the latter came back the colour of his face matched the banner of Gryffindor, so red he was. He sat down next to you and you rested your head on his shoulder.

‘So did you get the talk?’ you teased.

George was staring at the fire and it took him a while before he realised you had said anything.

‘What?’ he asked.

You chuckled. ‘Nothing, babe.’ You lifted your head and kissed him softly.

‘Hey! HEY!’ Ron cried and you looked at him. ‘I'm fine with you being his girlfriend and everything. But quit the kissing please!’

You stared at him and kept looking at him while you planted another kiss on George’s lips. Ron's face turned red and Harry laughed at his friend.

‘Shut up!’ Ron said and threw a pillow at Harry.

You watched Harry and Ron throw pillows back and forth until your eyes closed. Comfortable in George's arms and by the heat of the fireplace, you dozed off.

- -- -

You woke up in the dark. And in a bed. With someone in it.

You looked around the room. The curtains were closed so there was no light at all in the room. Next to you, you recognized George’s features. He was facing you, but his face was buried in the pillow.

Careful you changed your position to face George. He stirred at your movements and you shushed him.

‘Go back to sleep,’ you whispered and stroked his hair.

But George's eyes were open now and he was watching you. A smile broke on his sleepy face. You decided that, now he was awake, you should ask him about last morning.

‘Hmm, I hadn't really planned it,’ George answered. ‘I just saw you and you looked so pretty with your sleepy eyes and red cheeks I just had to kiss you.’

Even in the dark your blush could be seen.

‘I love you, George,’ you whispered and kissed him.

‘I love you too,’ he replied between kisses. ‘And-' he cupped your face with his hands and held you right in front of his ‘-I can stay here all night now! No more sneaking around!’

You buried your face in George's neck and hummed satisfied. This summer would be the best ever.

#george weasley x reader #george x reader #george weasley #george weasley imagine #harry potter x reader #weasley twins #harry potter #george weasley x y/n

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joyful-soul-collector · 4 years

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Questions about me

Thank you to @nazezdha321 for “tagging” me (more of a “if you see this and wanna play you should situation but shshshssssshhhhh it looked fun ok)

1. what is the color of your hairbrush?

Blue, like my hair

2. name a food you never eat

Brussel sprouts and tomatoes. Just, no.

3. are you typical too warm or too cold?

Too cold, always and all the time, I need like 3 blankts on me at all times to make it through winter and two the rest of the year. All of this is while wearing pants and a sweater.

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Talking to a friend online, still doing that haha

5. what’s your favorite candy bar?

I love chocolate tbh, probably something like kit kats? Plain chocolate is great too though

6. have you ever been to professional sports event?

Nope

7. what is the last thing you said out loud?

“Ok I’m gonna head to my room, have fun guys!” My sister’s boyfriend is here, they’re watching a movie together in the livingroom.

8. what is your favorite ice cream?

Hmmm, I really love chocolate. There’s a place in my town that has a kind with brownie bits and fudge swirled in, it’s amazing, I love that one

9. what was the last thing you had to drink?

Some water, it’s in a cup next to me haha

10. do you like your wallet?

Eh it’s alright, I mean it works. It’s a bit too big, I gotta get a smaller one, but it’s alright!

11. what is the last thing you ate?

Some tortilla soup for dinner

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

Nope, I haven’t bought new clothes since summer, and even then it was like two shirts.

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched?

I don’t even remember, I haven’t watched sports in years. I don’t care for them and neither does my family, so we don’t watch them

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

I love super buttery popcorn. And this isn’t really a flavor, but I love it with chocolate drizzled on top

15. who is the last person you send text message to?

Uhhh I sent a message to @baloobird on discord? But I haven’t texted using like, my phone number in a looong time

16. ever been camping?

Nope, unless you count out in the backyard

17. do you take vitamins?

No, I haven’t for a while, we haven’t bought any since like YEARS ago

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship?

Nope

19. do you have a tan?

Not anymore, haven’t been outside very often at all.

20. do you prefer chinese or pizza?

Pizzaaaaaaa

21. do you drink your soda through a straw?

Yeah but just because we only buy it when we go out to eat, and they always give you soda in a cup with a straw. I haven’t drank from a can in forever, we never buy them.

22. what color socks you usually wear?

Black. I have some fluffy socks that are red and white, but I only wear them in Christmas time

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit?

Yeah but only by a few miles at most

24. what terrifies you?

The idea of old bullies coming back somehow, the idea of my family being hurt somehow, and never being able to make and keep good friends for longer than a couple years. Those are a few that I know off the top of my head.

25. look to your left, what do you see?

My teddy bear I keep on my bed for my bad anxiety days. He’s very huggable

26. what chore do you hate the most?

Hmm. I don’t like doing the dishes for sure, I have to do that every day, or sometimes every other day if there’s not many to do. Don’t like laundry or shoveling the driveway when it snows either

27. what do you think when you hear australian accent?

The movie Rescuers Down Under

28. what’s your favorite soda?

Sprite. I don’t drink soda very much, i can’t remember the last time I had something OTHER than Sprite

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit drive through?

Usually drive thru, we don’t like eating in places, even before the pandemic haha

30. what’s your favorite number?

24. No idea why, I’ve just been attached ever since I was little. When I was like 3-4 I would answer all math questions, mainly grown-ups asking me “what’s 2+2?” with 24. No clue why.

31. who’s the last person you talked to?

Online would be @baloobird, irl would be my family at dinner a little while ago

32. favorite meal?

Fettucine Alfredo... god my stomach’s rumbling just thinking about it haha, I haven’t eaten in a couple hours

33. last song you listed to?

Crumbs by Belaganas. It’s the only song by them I have on my playlist because @tracle0 recommended it to me. It reminds us of my OC Tatum.

34. last book you read?

Reread a bit of my favorite comic called Saga

35. favorite day of the week?

Saturdays, i usually get some time to myself then. I didn’t get that this Saturday though, too much work it spilled out into the weekend, but I did get a little today.

36. can you say alphabet backwards?

Nope haha

37. how do you like your coffee?

So sweet it barely even tastes like coffee.

38. favorite pair of shoes?

My mismatching red and blue converse with black laces.

39. time you normally get up?

7:30am

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunset?

Sunrise. Everything is quiet and you’re still a little sleepy and it’s probably a bit cold if you’re on the beach, and that’s perfect.

41. how many blankets on your bed?

Three because I’m a touch-starved bag of twigs that’s constantly cold.

42. describe your kitchen plates.

Some are blue and are made of plastic, some are white and made of ceramic or glass or whatever cheap plates are made of.

43. describe your kitchen at the moment.

Lots of cabinets, an old toaster oven and a stand up mixer in the corner, window over a deep sink, next to that a dishwasher. Counters are a brown marbley kind that make it impossible to tell if it’s dirty or not.

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?

Not old enough to drink, nope

45. do you play cards?

Eh? My family likes 3-13 and Egyptian war, but board games are our favorite.

46. what color is your car?

We have two, both every very old. One is a red little one, the other is a tan minivan.

47. can you change a tire?

Nope, should probably learn to do that at some point

48. your favorite state or province?

I... don’t know. I’ve moved around quite a bit, live in different parts of CA, lived up in WA, now I live in PA. I’d say WA because it feels like I can relate to a lot of people there, like WA people are my kinda people ya know? And it’s so beautiful and has just so many things I love in it... But that’s also where most of my bullies were. So every time I think about it it always has that shadow because I was miserable half the time. But PA isn’t my favorite because the people here are so different from me, and CA isn’t my favorite because my extended family lives there and they’re Very Not Cool. I’ve had bullies in both those places as well too, but not as bad as WA. So uh... I don’t know, I suppose.

49. favorite job you’ve had?

Never had a job unfortunately, my parents said I couldn’t get one till after High School cuz they wanted me to focus on school, and then, halfway through my senior year, a pandemic happened. Yay Class Of 2020! Anyway, I haven’t gotten a job because if I don’t need it, I don’t want to get one and potentially but myself, my family, and other people at risk, even though having the extra money would be nice.

Tagging: @tracle0 @baloobird @jelly-pies @silver-bubbles @mysterycheerio @shadedrose01 and everyone else who wants to do it! Feel free to tag me and say I tagged you haha

#about me #tag game

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monomas-a-smug-bih · 4 years

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hinata with a smol(er) male manager ask

How about Hinata with a new smol(er than him) male manager in training that’s just super cute! Like he always bakes for them (with healthy recipes but they still manage to taste amazing) is always super supportive and cheery. And sometimes massages his hands after games (because it may be just me BUT MY HANDS ARE SORE AFTER A GAME BRO) please?

just posting it again to switch it to this format, cuz i like it more...

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“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” A wave of annoyance rushed over the team at the sound. Karasuno should’ve been used to Hinata’s immense energy by now, but more often than not his abilities were unbelievable. What gave this small boy the capabilities to scream so high so often? Neither Daichi nor Sugawara would know, but tried their best to calm their crows’ collective irritation.

But this time, for once it seemed the energetic boy had a reason for his efforts, unlike most other times. Before the short boy, in front of the entrance to the gym, stood an even shorter boy. Quite a sight to see for anyone on the Karasuno team. Though Nishinoya surely existed, a second person to exceed at shortness as crazily as him, was nearly more unbelievable.

“Y-you’re s-shorter than me too!?” Hinata smiled with a triumphant grin on his lips, bringing his flattened hand over your heads as if measuring the two of you. “What do you think guys? Am I growin’ or what!” Hinata halted himself from jumping into the air at the sound of the other boy’s voice, it was a surprisingly soft and calming chuckle.

“Yes, I am quite short…I’m also y/n! It’s nice to finally meet you all!” You smiled sweetly at Hinata, savoring the sparkly look in his eyes before looking through the rest of the team. The other boys eyed up the container in your small hands; you’d filled it with the banana honey oat energy bites you’d whipped up before school today as a welcome gift, though I guess they should be welcoming you…but your nature refused you to come empty handed! “Here, if anyone’s hungry I’ve got these waiting for you guys! I’m here to train as a n-new manager!” Karasuno’s team gasped in awe at the offer.

“WHAAAAAT? This guy can cook!” The sudden voice made you shrink a little. After all of their previous conditioning, a ravenous looking boy with a buzz cut and wild eyes rushed to your treats, then another player, and another reached in for a ball of fruit and honey for themselves, the container soon empty on the bench. “Suga! Daichi! Please, please, please can we keep him?” The boy you assumed to be Tanaka pleaded, being scolded for ridiculousness in front someone new by who you guessed were the captains of the team. A smile made it to your face, cheering on the inside and growing giddy. This was the biggest compliment you could’ve asked of them after all!

You bowed on instinct, delivering your gratitude immediately back at them in a cute and appreciative manner. “Thank you for liking them! I’ll be sure to make more for the next time we meet!” A nervous smile crawling it’s way onto your face at the seemingly awestruck team at your formalness. “Daichi” got the team to thank you, warming your heart even more.

After the boys inhaling the bunches of nutrition you’d offered, they scrimmaged and trained somemore together. You had to admit that watching any of them play was quite the entertainment, though one player always seemed to stand out in comparison to you. “K-Kiyoko?” The reserved girl replied with a nod. “If you don’t mind me asking…who’s number 10?” The girl hummed, sending you a knowing glance. You felt your cheeks heat at the pressure. What could she possibly know from you just asking something so simple? Somehow, she gave off a very knowing yet shy sense of character, but in this moment you really wished she couldn’t see right through you.

“Hinata Shoyo,” she smiled, the black dot on her cheek raising a little at the action, her glasses catching a surprisingly devious glint from an above window. Her voice was calm as can be. “do you think he’s cute?” You had to tear your eyes from the orange-haired decoy. The sound of sneakers seemed to cease in your mind. For some reason, the teasing question made your cheeks burst only further into flames. You couldn’t help but cry out slightly and hide behind your sleeves, feeling a lot smaller than you usually did despite your already petite size.

“N-n-no I don’t! And if I did… but I don’t! Well m-maybe... I uh…” you gulped at the subtle giggle erupting from the girl, embarrassed at the question and for waving your arms about in a panic. You then whimpered, realizing you’d gained a small amount of the players’ attention, decoy-boy included. Meeting amber eyes, you couldn’t help but stare. Though he wasn’t much taller than you, you couldn’t help but admire the powerful presence he gave off on that court. What he didn’t have he made up in determination, coming out just as high as those with much more of an advantage against him. Relating to him in the height department, you couldn’t help but admire an attitude like that.

Your staring contest was broken by Hinata’s bright smile, and the wave he sent you with it. You couldn’t help but like the cute way his eyes squinted as he did, his bright orange curls swaying with every bouncy action he made. You soaked in his expression, like sun on a summer day. A volleyball interrupted the daydream before you could even wave back. An angered looking boy with dark hair and a scary face seemed to smash the ball into poor Hinata’s, your breath hitching. That’s gotta hurt. Before you could aid him, Kiyoko spoke again.

“It happens a lot more than it should, either by accident or on purpose.”

“Eh? Really, Hinata’s hurt this often? Poor guy…” your gaze swung back to the suffering ball of cuteness. Rather than making you way over, since this was somehow the usual for Karasuno apparently, you shouted from the stands. “Hinata! Are you alright?” The soft voice met his ears, said boy heaving his way back to his feet from the impact.

“I’m fine! Kageyama’s just really moooody todayyy!” He shouted back to your surprise, your soft voice usually going unnoticed. The so-called moody boy growled, and you feared for Hinata’s already rosy forehead. Though, Hinata only taunted back, making you smile.

Right before the end of practice, you made sure to scavenge for an ice pack. Though it was late already, you managed to find the infirmary unlocked! And got what you needed. Running back eagerly, your large jacket making your cute frame seem even smaller, you rounded the corner and headed back into the gym, hoping players still remained. Kiyoko and Yachi were still chatting in the stands, Yachi training to organize games as you probably should’ve of been. Though, when the dark-haired girl eyed you up, there was now anger in her elegant eyes, only that small smile, and a knowing look going from you, to the boy struggling with a volleyball net nearby. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks again, and headed towards Hinata.

A familiarly soft voice reached the other boy’s ears. “H-hi, Hinata. Want some help?” You asked, knowing well you’d never put away something like a volleyball net, hoping it’d be simpler than it looked. The brightest smile reached Hinata’s face again, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Yes, please y/n! You’re so nice!” He stated plainly with an excitement not expected from someone who just finished playing as much as he did. He grabbed the corners of the net below him, expecting you to do the same. So hesitantly, you did.

“I-I’ve never put away a net before!” You smiled out of nervousness, Hinata’s curiosity seeming to spike.

“Really? Not to worry y/n, it’s easy! I’ll help you!” You chucked at his eagerness, weren’t you supposed to be the one helping him?

After cleanup, teammates were saying their goodbyes, Kiyoko and Yachi on their way home already. You watched Hinata’s back as he left the storage room, remembering the cold and damp item in your jacket. “Ah! Hinata wait!” The orange head of curls faced you, foot tapping almost out of impatience. You couldn’t help but fiddle with your hands and eye his shoes rather than meet his eyes. Unknown to you, he’d found the habit cute. “S-sorry! It seems sorta stupid now that I’m thinking of it, b-but-” He replied with a tilt of his head as you looked up at him. Whipping out the ice pack you couldn’t keep in your jacket any longer, you hand it to him. “It’s for your head, I meant to give it to you earlier, but you’re so determined you’d just never stay on the bench long enough for me to help!” Another cutely nervous chuckle. Hinata stared down at the mound of slushy ice and soft plastic in his hands, an odd feeling twisting within your stomach as he did. When Hinata cried out in an emotion you weren’t sure of, you couldn’t help but worry. But, before you could manage even a word, you were tightly wrapped in the arms of the cute boy you’d been interested in all practice, your heart picking up its pace. “H-Hinata-“

“THANK YOU!” Your face filled with surprise, the boy not letting go for quite a while made your mind spin, though you missed the feeling of his soft curls brushing your cheek. For some reason, the boy in front of you seemed on the edge of tears, you hoped it wasn’t out of pain for his injuries or your presence.

“Y-you’re welcome, Hinata. Is there anything else I can do to help?” The boy smiled back at you again, this time a hand on the back of his neck.

“Ah, actually my hands are aching! Do you know anything I could do for these guys when I get home?” Hinata clenched his fists dramatically, twisting his wrists with a whimper. He must’ve been playing hard, you’d watched after all. You scolded yourself mentally for the temperature of your cheeks raising once again.

“I’ve heard massaging them helps a lot, then warm water…d-do you mind if I help?” Hinata’s smile grew once again, dragging you out of the storage room and into a bench.

“Try me!”

You did, trying to be as natural as possible. Hinata leaned back, pressing your ice pack to his head as your fingers worked at his overworked hands. We aren’t holding hands, you tried remind yourself, I’m just holding his hand, not holding hands, wait- but I’m…t-that doesn’t count, right? You gingerly pressed circles into Hinata’s palms, trying your best to repress the shyness from your rosy cheeks as you did so. After a few relieved sighs and another thanks from Hinata, he bounced up from the bench, taking him with you. You both readied yourselves to leave, the gym now empty other than the two if you. Your heart couldn’t help but sink a little.

“Goodnight y/n, I hope you sleep really well! Thank again!” Hinata jumped through the doors and out under the starry black sky, raising an arm up for a wave. Your heart leaped at the view, and you had to remember to wave back.

It could’ve been his constant bouncing, maybe the winter air, but you relished in rosiness blooming on his cheeks too.

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namjoonspiration · 4 years

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Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: Jungkook spends his first year in the Mage settlement, and he slowly heals from the trauma of the Citadel. You wait until he’s ready to talk about your relationship. Mage General Seokjin warns of a war on the horizon.

Warnings/tags: pretty fluffy and cute, kissing, happiness, healing from trauma, enjoying life

Author’s Note: Hi guys! Sorry I’m late in the day with the update. I was sleepy from watching the Festa early this morning. So, Happy BTS Festa 2020! I loved watching them perform, and I bawled during Spring Day of course. I apologize in advance for the shortness of the chapter and that it might not be all that much. I’m not really a writer who has an entire plot--I tend to get straight to the point if you couldn’t tell. So, I wasn’t sure about posting this chapter cuz I feel that it is lacking. However, if you enjoy it or have any suggestions for the last chapter, leave a comment or just smash the heart button. It’ll help motivate me to finish the last chapter :) Enjoy!

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Part 4

Year 3062 – 401 years after the Fall of the World

Jungkook woken up a few days later, finally coming out of his comatose state. With the aid of Namjoon’s medicines, Jungkook’s wounds on his wrists stopped bleeding and started to heal. It would take some time, considering how deep they were.

When you heard about the good news, you ran to Namjoon’s clinic to find him rewrapping Jungkook’s bandages. You smiled brightly at him, but he merely looked at you. He said a simple ‘hi,’ which you had promptly returned. It seemed he knew who you were, but he did not exude the same excitement that you did from him being here. It quickly became awkward, so you excused yourself. Namjoon explained to you later that evening, after Jungkook had fallen back asleep, that Jungkook was interacting very little with his environment. He remained stoic most days, staring out the window or at his wrists.

It was the reality you expected, and you were completely willing to be patient until he wanted to talk. It became hard, of course, because you so much that you wanted to say and ask. You had to wait though. Somehow, Taehyung mentioned that he got Jungkook to open up a little. You had wondered if it was the burdens Taehyung carried himself.

In the several years you had known him, Taehyung’s condition had worsened. The darkness in his veins had spread up the side of his neck and down his broad chest. Even though he never said anything, you knew he was in pain. He got sick frequently, needing more and more of Namjoon’s medicines to help him keep the disease from festering to his heart while Namjoon tried to figure out a way to get rid of it. Although his sister could not literally see Taehyung, she knew how sick he was and constantly worried about; and each time, he would reassure her that he was fine—that he won’t die. But he was still only human, and no one could predict what would happen once the sickness overwhelmed his body.

After several weeks, Taehyung had managed to coax Jungkook into leaving the clinic and taking a walk about the settlement. He learned of the people, mostly Mages with some human family, that lived in harmony here. This place was somewhere where Mages could try to live a life while they could before the darkness arrived, and they would have to migrate again.

You had some interaction with Jungkook occasionally, sometimes as minimal as a polite greeting and sometimes as great as a full conversation about something mundane like the wonderful food they had here or the instruction he received from a Mage how to control the outbursts of his magic. It brought you joy when he told you his magic was finally flowing contently, freely in his veins again and the outbursts stopped. He was fairly happy with himself too, showing you his levitation skills with various objects.

You couldn’t have been happier with how he was progressing; however, he still never offered to talk to you about your relationship with him. Despite the good days, there were more bad days, where he locked himself away in the spare room of Namjoon’s clinic and didn’t leave for hours to days. It was especially bad during the winter, and he confided in Taehyung that it was the cold. In the Citadel, he was left to freeze to death during the colder months. It was the worst part of his time there—being left alone with nothing but himself and the raw, frozen air that bit at his skin endlessly.

So, it was a miracle when Taehyung had convinced Jungkook to see the first day of snow. Your best friend was bundled up like a huge marshmallow, but you barely gave it any mind. As long as he was comfortable, that was all that mattered. The entire settlement went outside that day when the snowflakes started to fall. Children ran around chasing each other while lovers shared kisses on that first day of snow. Your heart yearned to share that with Jungkook every year it first started to snow. Although you didn’t share a kiss with him, you did catch him watching you looking at the snow fall. For several moments, you swear you had seen him gaze at you with warmth and thoughtfulness. It gave you hope that day might happen.

Winter came and went, and spring arrived.

And so did bad news.

The top war general for the settlement, Jin—a Mage himself—had led a brave group of Mages to the West to confront the darkness. He learned that the darkness was a different kind of entity. It was a living being that commanded an army that hid within its shadows. Since Jin took power a couple years ago, they’ve been fighting battles, but to no avail. Even with Jin’s brilliant knowledge on the land and battle tactics, and the most powerful Mages in the settlement, they didn’t stand a chance against it. The darkness only continued to grow closer.

When summer came around again, Jin had stalked back into the settlement with what remained of the Mage army. He had clutched an empty bird cage in his hand, which was the definite sign that they continued to lose the war the Mages tried to wage against the darkness.

Jungkook had witnessed the broken and battered bodies of the Mages and had ventured back into the wooded area close by, wanting to get away the throngs of people.

After much internal debate, you decided to follow quietly after him to make sure he was alright.

You kept twenty paces behind him. He walked with each step, shoulders slumped, eyes cast downward, and hands held together in front of him. Your heart fell in your chest. He looked like a prisoner.

In the woods, he headed for the small lake there, walking straight into the water. He stepped forward until he was hip deep in the water. He tilted his face up to sun, letting its warmth soak into his scarred skin. You watched him stand there for the several long minutes, before finally working up the courage yourself to softly call his name.

He thankfully doesn’t startle and turned to face you. “Hello, y/n.” It sounded almost robotic mixed with exhaustion.

“May I join you?” You asked, tentatively.

He didn’t respond for a few moments, making you fear that he would say no. But then he said, “Sure.”

You approach towards him cautiously, slipping your shoes off before walking into the water to him. The water came up to your waist when you moved to stand in front of him. You looked up, meeting his eyes, which gazed at you with the same thoughtfulness and warmth as they did on the first day of snow last year.

You noticed he was holding his hands just above the water, fingers curled together. The half-length sleeves of his brown shirt revealed the scarred and mangled flesh where the shackles once were. The places where the thorns pierced his skin had filled with scar tissue, resulting in random white circles on his arms.

“Can I hold your hand?” You asked.

He nodded silently.

Slowly and carefully, you reached out, brushing your fingertips against his hands. You left droplets of water on his skin with each touch. He didn’t shy or pull away from the contact. Instead, he let you wrap you fingers around his in comfort, eventually doing the same with the other hand. You feel the muscles in his hands ease as you rub your thumbs back and forth on the backs of his hands.

“Y/n?” You looked back into his eyes. “You said you could help me, right?”

“Of course, Jungkook,” you replied earnest.

He swallowed thickly before shaking his hands that you held once. “Help me.” You knew what he meant.

Your fingers drift from his to the palm of his hands and up towards his scarred flesh. He sucked in a breath through his teeth when you touched him. You started to pull away, but he protested, encouraging you again to help him. Taking a deep breath, you wrapped your hands around his wrists.

Jungkook thought your hands felt cool and soothing against his warped skin, easing the aches and pains that still plagued him every so often.

Sending your magic to your palms, you focused on the skills you’ve been practicing for weeks with Namjoon’s help. You’d been in his clinic often to practice healing old wounds and scars on Jin’s Mages. The idea came one day when you’d seen how bothersome Jungkook’s scars were to him. One day in Namjoon’s clinic, Jungkook had caught you healing a Mage’s twisted limb from an untreated broken foot. You thought he was going to ask you heal his scars too, but he didn’t. You realized later on that he wasn’t ready yet.

Now he was.

The twisted flesh became to unravel and stretch back into smooth skin. The coiled white circles from the thorns filled and colored to his natural skin tone. His breathing deepened, releasing breaths of alleviation. You let go of him to allow him to examine the unblemished skin, except for the tattoo of a blooming lily on his right forearm. Your hands fell into the water, waiting for him to react.

Then, he smiled brightly.

You let out a laugh of relief.

Youth returned to Jungkook’s smiling face. He captured one of your hands in his and brought it to the large scar on his forehead. You willed your magic to flow again, stitching the skin back together. The cold water from your wet hands streamed in tiny rivets down his face. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he breathed out a hard sigh, as if he’d gotten his first drink of water in days. You brought your other hand to his face slid them across his face, erasing the rest of the marks there.

Jungkook swiftly pulled his shirt over his hand and deposited it into the water. It earned him a blush from you, causing him to chuckle. He placed your hands on his chest, and you let your hands run over every single scar there. At the same time, you were amazed by how much his body has changed since he arrived at the settlement. Thicker muscle wrapped around his bones, making him whole and strong. His heartbeat was firm and steady.

When every part of the Citadel was finally gone from his body, Jungkook tipped his head back and let out a cheer of happiness. He felt like a new person with a new life.

He was, at last, free.

And you were with him. The girl he never stopped believing in his heart he would see again and experience freedom with.

“Jungkook, you’re here,” you say rather obviously, but you meant it in another way. Your Jungkook had finally surfaced, and he was here to stay.

He grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I always keep my promises, don’t I?” You agreed sincerely. “Wow… You’re so much more beautiful than I remember.”

“It had been twelve years since I last saw you,” you say sadly, not sounding matter-of-factly.

“I know, and we have so much time to make up for.” The smile fell from his face. “And I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like I didn’t want to be with you again. I just needed time to heal and adjust because for the longest time, this didn’t feel real, you didn’t seem real. I thought I was going to wake up from a long dream and still be in the Citadel.”

You hushed him softly. “It’s okay. There’s nothing you ever have to apologize for. You’re the most selfless person I’ve ever known. You went through so much, so the rest of us could escape, and I’m forever grateful for your devoted heart to others. It’s one of the many things I love about you.”

“You still love me?”

“Of course. I never stopped loving you, Jungkook.”

“Okay, good, because neither did I,” and then he was kissing you passionately, which you returned with just as much sentiment.

Your lips melded with his like they had done so many times before. He pulled you tightly to him, tilting your head to back to deepen the kiss, which drew an unexpected moan from you. You felt him smirk against your mouth. He knew full well what he was doing, but so did you. You moved your mouth from his to his cheek and down his neck.

He let out a breathy chuckle, moving his hands to your upper back and tightening his hold on you. He kissed the dips and curves between your neck and shoulder, showering you in the warm affection you’d missed for so many years. Your kisses calmed down to soft strokes as both of you just took in the feel of each other for a while, not wanting to let go.

When the sun finally went down and you both were chilled to the bone from your wet clothes, you went back to the settlement towards your house. You told Jungkook about it. It was a tiny thing, built for you a couple years ago with other Mages you had helped get rare items you found on the trade routes for a fair price. It had a front room and a back room, but that was about it.

He smiled cutely, “It’s perfect. It’s like the houses we lived in back in the village.” You put some wood in the fireplace and lit it with your magic. “Where do you want me to sleep?”

You blushed, quickly becoming sheepish. “Well,” you looked around awkwardly. “There’s only one bed roll, and I can’t have you just sleeping on the hard floors because you could get back pain.”

“Back pain?” He quirked an eyebrow playfully.

“Yeah, back pain! So, you--you’re just gonna have to share the bed roll with me be—because I can’t have you getting back pain.”

“Alright,” his smile grew wider. Brushing past you, he plopped himself on the roll.

“Jungkook, you’re going to get it all wet from your clothes.”

“Damn, your right.” He shucked off his shirt again, prompting you to yelp and turn around with your hands covering your eyes. “Don’t worry, I left my pants on.” He offered, but you stayed back facing him. “It’s alright, y/n. I can put my shirt back on.”

“It’s not that. It’s just…” You peeked over your shoulder at his concerned face. “You’re just so hot.” He suddenly burst out laughing. “Don’t make fun of me! How am I supposed to possibly sleep when you look like that right next to me?”

“Like what?” He looked at you expectantly, biting his lip. Smooth dude. “Huh? Like what?” He stood up from the bed roll, reaching for your hand. He was still without a shirt.

You stammer out, “Ya—you know, all muscles flexing with big arms and chest; and your messy, wet hair is falling into your eyes, and—and you’re looking at me in the way like how I think about you.” Your face was flushed red, and you thought about rescinding your offer to share the bed roll, but then he started to blush himself.

Abruptly, he kissed your cheek and smiled endearingly at you. “I’m going to get some dry clothes from Taehyung. I’ll be right back.” He slipped his wet shirt back on and went out. By the time he came back, dry and dressed in new clothes, you’d changed into your own dry clothes and hung your wet ones up. He plopped right back on the bed roll and patted the spot next to him. You laid down next to him. Each of you turned on your sides towards each other. “Is this alright?”

“Yeah.”

He brushed your hair behind your ear, fingers lingering on the side of your face to then trace to your lips. “You know,” he began, “if these accommodations prove to be very comfortable, I think I’ll be back every night.”

“Is that right?” You giggled, not resisting the smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth. He nodded, his own grin pulling at his cheeks, and he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “I guess I can count on you being back here every night then.”

“You can always count on me being by your side.”

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Soon, it was the Festival of Celebration for the Summer Harvest. The settlement had erupted into colorful crowds of dancing, singing, and drinking. With the aid of magic, a steady falling of flower petals came down from the sky during the whole celebration. Mages dressed in their most brilliant, multicolored clothes, heavily adorning themselves in jewelry and coloring their hair and skin with countless shades.

You and Jungkook were sitting with Taehyung and his sister outside a Mage’s workshop in the midst of the raging festivities. The Mage specialized in dyes made from all kinds of organics and used them in several different ways—clothes, jewelry, tattoos. She had brought out every dye she had and let everyone use them to decorate themselves for the celebration.

Jungkook insisted he wanted to get dressed up for the party since it was the first time, he’s ever experienced it. Currently, you were running a teal color through the ends of his hair while he was laughing hysterically at Tae’s sister painting smiley faces and hearts on her older brother’s face. “It suits you, hyung! It really helps ease that bothered expression you have all the time!” Jungkook shouts over the crowds’ singing and yelling.

Taehyung dove for Jungkook, swatting his arm. “I’m your elder! Don’t talk to me with such disrespect!” Jungkook tilted in your direction to avoid Taehyung’s hits. This caused Jungkook to fall halfway out of his chair and the wet dye in his hair to rub off on your cheek.

You gasped as he righted himself in his seat before he started laughing again. Scowling, you dipped your fingers in the dye, scooping up a generous amount, before you smudged it over the bridge of his nose. He briefly stops laughing at the unexpected retaliation, and you take your turn to laugh at him. A mischievous grin grew on his face. Suddenly, he scooped pink dye out of a barrel on the other side of him and dripped it into your hair. “Jungkook, you’re so dead!” You yelled. teasingly. It quickly turned into an all-out war involving you and him dipping your hands into numerous different colors, smearing them on your faces, arms, clothes and hair. When you both were sufficiently covered in dye, he allowed you to paint a red heart on his cheek as is way of saying sorry. Then, he took your face in his dyed hands and kissed you deeply.

You and Jungkook danced and partied with the thousands of other Mages into the early hours of the morning, high off of the kaleidoscope of people and endless strong liquor that you all drank. Throughout the whole event, you couldn’t stop thinking to yourself how elated Jungkook was. He was so excited to be a part of the celebration and experience everything it had to offer. And by everything, you meant everything.

Somehow by the end of it, Jungkook had gained a new tattoo of a bony hand near his Mage mark and a lily, and a few new ear piercings alongside the two he already had. When you two stumbled into your house at dawn, you both just fell on the floor in front of the fireplace, foregoing the bed roll as you both were still coated in dye.

“I think you should keep your hair like this,” he said, fingering the clumped together strands of dyed hair. “It’s so colorful. And, I think you should get a tattoo,” Jungkook slurry mumbled. “You would look so sexy,” he groaned.

You hummed. “Maybe some other time.”

“And you should get it,” he grunted out as he used all his remaining energy to roll himself on top of you, “somewhere only I can see it, so it’ll be our little secret.” He giggled, clearly pleased with the plan. He laid his head on top of your chest, hugging your sides with his arms, “Gosh, you’re so soft.” Within seconds and one last deep content sigh, he was asleep.

“Goodnight, Kookie,” you kissed the top of his head, eyes already half shut. You joined him in your dreams not long after.

It took nearly two days for the settlement to recover from the festival. When everyone finally did, everything was back to business as usual. That also meant General Jin’s new settlement meetings for every able-bodied Mage started, and during one of those meetings, he declared there to be a war upon them by the next summer. “We only have several months to make the settlement mobile and ready to move at any time. We also have to prepare defenses and hone our magic for fighting. It’s been hundreds of years since the Fall of the World, and we can no longer run from the evil that has been chasing us all this time. Unfortunately, our settlement is the last major group of Mages left in the East. We are the best hope anyone has of surviving.” Jin announced gravely. It set a somber tone over the settlement for days.

People chattered ideas and solutions about what could be done to help Jin and prepare the settlement for war in such a short time. You and Jungkook where helping build carts for the supplies in Namjoon’s clinic when an old childhood story you knew surfaced in your mind. “Jungkook? Do you remember that story my mom told us about a group of powerful Mage scholars that lived in a mountain up north?” They spent their lives reading prophecies from a god they referred to as the Mother Goddess, who had proclaimed a Promised Land would one day be here. They could see visions of the past, present and future.

You both approach Jin about it after a meeting; however, he complained that he’s tried to convince them to help their cause a few years ago. “They’re just a bunch of cowards! Holed up in their giant mole hill and buried in their dusty, old books! They’re about as compliant as the last descendant of the ‘all-powerful’ Park family,” he grumbled, although neither you nor Jungkook knew who he was referring too.

Jungkook stepped forward and offered to go there with you to try and convince them to help again. “What harm could it do? If they finally agree, excellent! And if they don’t… we move forward.” Jin finally acquiesced and agreed to let you to go. He gave you maps and supplies, warning you it will start to get cold by the time you reached the mountains and winter will follow you back to the settlement. You and Jungkook set out early the next morning on horseback.

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about: *gunner paxton.

basics.

full name: gunner brick paxton meaning of name: gunner = ‘warrior’, brick = ‘good man/solid’ nickname: g age: 22 date of birth: july 30th, 1998 hometown: laramie, wyoming nationality: american ethnicity: irish, french gender: cis-male sexuality: bisexual spoken languages: english profession: in lovell verse he’s a student and part time librarian, in carina he’s mooching off the rhodes family while looking for a job >_>

appearance.

height: 5′7″ harry_styles_grimace.jpeg

eye colour: blue

hair colour: mousy brown/lightens to dirty blond if he’s in the sun enough

voice: used to be occasionally hoarse/rough from disuse now it’s just sort of permanently like that, smoking didn’t help either he kinda rly does sound like a chain smoker, with the slightest wyoming drawl

tattoos: fox on his forearm

piercings: n/a

clothing style: outfits consist of only thrift store finds which wouldn’t be an issue if he knew how to match outfits together or what his size is, always wore hand me downs and has never been properly measured so all his clothes r practically hanging off him; almost always wearing an 80′s style ski jacket, shoelaces as belts, mismatched shoes that are a size or two too big in and of themselves; took piper dressing him for him to start wearing outfits that actually fit and they’re usually all black cuz he still can’t style or match colours together even with her tips

health.

physical ailments: reoccurring right shoulder pain, reoccurring dizziness/migraines/memory problems due to multiple concussions, asthma

neurological conditions: major depressive disorder, anxiety

allergies: tree nuts, peanuts, shellfish, citrus fruits, red food dye, cow’s milk, soy, grass, pollen, latex, bees, cats

sleeping habits: prefers irregular 20 minute naps throughout the day instead of 8 consistent hours of sleep cuz he claims its ‘more natural’

exercise habits: n/a

sociability: generally prefers to be alone, has a small, solid group of friends he enjoys spending time with but even then only has so long before he needs his own time again

drink / smoke / drugs: socially / quit but can be caught sneaking one every now and again / socially

personality.

positive traits: calm, dedicated, forgiving, hard-working, imaginative, loyal, patient, resourceful

negative traits: aloof, cowardly, detached, grumpy, narrow-minded, pessimistic, quiet, secretive, vague, weak-willed

goals/desires: i think rly what he wants more than anything is to find out what ever actually happened to wyatt tbh

fears: everything around the situation with wyatt, kinda held on to the notion that wyatt isn’t alive anymore mostly because he was too scared to think of what could have happened/be happening to his brother after all these years, his dad, losing control of himself and his environment

hobbies: creating weird freaky little old horror movies that would probably make people cringe, creating soundtracks for said movies, reading, gaming, baseball

habits: avoids eye contact, bites/picks the skin around his nails, clears his throat when he’s uncomfortable, gives awkward thumbs up, his mouth always hangs open without realizing it when he plays video games, makes a flicking motion a lot with his hand even when he’s not holding a cigarette

favourites.

weather: thunderstorms

colour: n/a but purple if he really had to choose

music: he never really got to explore outside of the realm of his parents’ fav music genres growing up, dad’s was classic rock and mom’s was 80′s pop so that’s 90% of what he listens to, but he enjoys hozier/greta van fleet and some other modern rock artists, anything really out of the norm experimental sounding he likes a lot too

movies: foreign art house films, horror, nothing too jump scarey but more the psychological thriller ones

food: a nice Thick steak thats really rare like the freak he is

drink: almond milk, coors light

relationships.

father: john paxton, never really had a solid job tbh he would do a lot of random odd things or would con people out of their money somehow then would spend days at a time at casinos until he lost it all

mother: jessica paxton, also never really had a solid job LAWL mostly conned people out of money by pretending to be a psychic and then after wyatt’s disappearance spent her days either in bed for weeks or manically tearing their trailer apart trying to redesign their tiny space with money they didn’t have

siblings: older brother need . to work on that now LKHSDGKLHSDG and wyatt paxton who’s assumed to be deceased

pets: golden retriever named duke when growing up, he passed away a year before he left wyoming but gunner considered duke his best friend until then

significant other: piper rhodes in carina verse, their summer fling just ended in lovell verse

family’s financial status: lower class

extra.

zodiac sign: leo somehow

mbti: istj - the logistician

enneagram: the observer

temperament: melancholic

hogwarts house: ravenclaw

moral aligment: lawful neutral

primary vice: envy

primary virtue: temperance

element: air

#muse | gunner paxton.#leetle freak boy.............#death tw #kidnapping tw

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