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nanamisflowerfield · 3 years

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It was a big day, well at least for Idia. After all it was his crush’s birthday! Scared and excited, he tried to prepare a gift for his beloved crush in secret.

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@teashopwritingzz I know I don’t have to do it, but I really really really wanted to give at least one small present to you! Because you totally deserve it!🥺❤️ Happy belated Birthday! I know that yesterday was your birthday, but I wasn‘t online yesterday due the post+ demonstration! D: I still hope that you had a wonderful day yesterday and today and the whole week! Stay safe and healthy too!!

Idia took a deep breath, staring at the list of gift ideas that you might like, but a small voice back in his head kept telling him, that you would never like any of those gifts. “I’m sure that (Y/N) (L/N) will like it!” His younger brother always said, but the tall dorm leader of Ignihyde was still pouting at his thoughts. If you would reject any of those, you would also reject his feelings. It would be like a critical hit, getting it from the most greatest SSR character ever. “If you are still unsure, you can watch them. Maybe you will figure out what (Y/N) (L/N) will like.” Ortho advised his big bro, who glanced over his shoulder to the only person he might listen to at this very important situation. “Maybe you are right…” Idia’s gaze wandered from his brother to the list he had on his phone. Headphones, phonecases, games, books and more were listed on it, but would you liked them?

“Owww! My paw!” Grim cursed the ground, after he fell down from the bed, being accidentally pushed down by you. “Sorry, Grim.” Apologizing by petting him on the head and promising to give him a can of tuna later, he halfheartly accepted your apology, walking with you to school for another mayhap exciting school day. “I will only accept it, because it’s your birthday.” The cat-like friend of yours, fummed, watching the Heartslabyul duo walk into your direction to greet you and wish you a happy birthday. “Trey-senpai even baked a cake.” Deuce told you, getting elbowed by Ace, who groaned at him that the birthday party should be a surprise, only to spoil it himself. “A surprise party…? I’m probably not invited…” Idia watched the screen, his eyes never leaving you, hopeful to get any informations of what you might wish for, while his fingers tipped on his keyboard, coding something he always had on mind.

As you wrote on paper everything important professor Crewel told the class, Ace drummed with his finger on the table, while Grim was half sleeping next to you and Deuce tried his best to be a perfect student. “Hey, can you read the list of invited students later on? Did we invite every friend of yours?” Deuce whispered to you, getting harsh words of the professor for interrupting the lesson. But every time Crewel watched away, you read all names of your friends on it, only noticing that one name was missing. The person you wanted to see not only through screen. Idia Shroud. But maybe he couldn’t come over or doesn’t want to for being such a shy and yet adorable being.

Surprisingly the day went on like every other day. You laughed, had fun, talked to your friends and went to the Heartslabyul garden, while wearing shiny bright white clothes to show the whole school that it was indeed your birthday, like many other students had to wear on theirs. It was a bit embarrassing to talk with plenty of students about your birthday, but it still made you happy nonetheless, even when you still hoped to talk on specific student of NRC on this very day. But he didn’t came, so maybe you should get your little present from him by visiting Idia. “That’s a great party, guys. Thank you all so much, but I will be gone for a short time.” You smiled at your friends, watching them having fun, eating delicious food and talking to each other.

Idia yelped as he heard a knock on the door. Wasn’t everyone gone and having fun right now? Who was knocking on the door? Arguing with Ortho with mere stares, the younger Shroud walked to the door, opening it to your delight and Idia’s dismay, as he stared at the door opening more and more and then- oh no, by the great seven, was it truly you?! You were supposed to be at your party, having the time of your life with your dear friends and not be here! Why were you here?!

Like a good child, Ortho greeted you, standing next to the door to give you some space to walk through the door to Idia’s room. While you were smiling at the Shroud brothers, Idia was sitting on his chair, turning around to hide his blushing face that got warmer by every second you stood there and talked to Ortho. The tips of his hair and ears were dusted cheek and he was sure, that some might compare to him to fresh cherries!

“Sorry to disturb you-“ You started, getting interrupted by Ortho, who dragged you into the room, telling you that you would never disturb any of those two. “Oh… Uhm… Alright.” With the same smile that Idia fell for, your eyes stared at his back. Oh, how much you had wishes to hold the introverted boy in your embrace, pat him and give him the love and affection he deserved. “I-I-It’s… alright…” Idia sputtered and stuttered, trying to avoid your gaze in fear that you might tease him for having a crush on you. He just couldn’t help himself. You were such a lovely person. So nice, helpful and that smile. He could babble around, what a great person you were in his boring shut-in life. That you were like the light in his dark life. A total ultra super duper rare card in the gacha games he keeps playing, being frustrated that he couldn’t get those cards, but at least could look at them on photos. “Am I creepy…?” Idia mumbled to himself, forgetting your presence for a second until you asked him to repeat it, after not able to hear it. “N-Nothing!”

Fortunately or mayhap even unfortunately, Ortho knew of Idia’s feelings and how much he had took a liking towards you, which is why he had asked you, why you were in the Ignihyde dorm. “Oh… I wanted to get my present.” The blue-haired tall student turned around, nearly shrieking in fear that you figured out, that he wanted to give you a gift as well like plenty of your friends, who unfortunately had gifted you many presents he had listed a couple weeks ago. “My present would be… to spend more time with you, Idia.” Your gaze wandered to the ground as your cheeks got warmer by your mere words and wish you had, not realizing that Idia’s face was mirroring yours at the same time your words had left your mouth.

That was a gift that he would love to give you every day as long as you wanted to have him by his side. His mouth opened slightly, wanting to talk, before you had asked him what he was programming right now as you took a look at the codes, ignoring the fact that a humming Ortho left the room, so he might not disturb you two love birds. “A g-game… I’m trying to make a small game I had in mind for quite some time.” He answered, staring at it once again.

“Have you finished it already?“ The bluehead nodded. “May I play it?” Mumbling a few words here and there, Idia hoped that his hair hide his flustered face, but he nonetheless let you sit next to him and play his selfmade game, even though he feared that you would reach the end of it and find out about his big secret he never wanted to reveal to you.

“Another level up. Great!~” You cheered, playing the rpg of Idia’s even though your friends might miss you during your birthday party. You should get back, but you couldn’t stop playing the game, after all you has nearly reach the endboss! “Is that a giant cat? He reminds me of Grim.” You chuckled, trying to defeat the endboss with the spells of the protagonist named Hadia. It was a cute game.

The plot of it was like plenty of other rpgs. The protagonist Hadia, a royal guy fell in love with Readi, a sweet princess who got kidnapped by the evil cat-monster Grimopy. Grimopy tried to be the strongest wizard and king and had plenty of henchmen like Dice and Acepo, which were quite strong enemies. Hadia had to train a lot and even gained the help of different wizards like Lio, a sleepy lion, Otto, a cute robot. Then there were Ralice, Tri, Phone-Addicted Rabbit, who still had no name, because Idia couldn’t find a good fitting name for the character. Marteus, Kala, Azure and many other characters and all of them reminded you of your friends. That meant that Hadis was probably Idia and the lovely princess Readi was… you. “Cute game.” You whispered to yourself, using the last spell to defeat the boss, watching the end scene of the rpg.

Hadis was rushing through the castle until he found his beloved princess. When he leaned down to kiss her awake with the kiss of true love, she woke up and they confessed their loves, swearing to each other to be together forever until they lives will end.

“I think I have a new ship.” You giggled, pointing at the protagonists, while you looked at Idia, the blushing mess. “I’m really glad that they are together. They are perfect and cute together. So sweet. I hope that my Hadis likes me as much as he does…” You commented, shutting his computer down, while Idia clenched his fists, knowing that you finally know about his feelings. “Come. We have to go to a party, Idia.” You smiled at the marveled dorm leader. “P-Party?!” Faster than he could expect it, you grabbed his hand in yours, pulling him away from his room towards the garden of the Heartslabyul dorm. “Oh, I like you too, my Hadis.” - “I-I like you too… my Readi.” With the other hand of his, he tried to hide his red face as you chuckled at him, happy that you finally can call him yours.

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!#twst #twst imagine #twst imagines #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland x reader #shroud idia imagines #shroud idia imagine #idia shroud imagines #idia shroud imagine #shroud idia x reader #idia shroud x reader #shroud idia #idia shroud

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like-a-bag-of-potatoes · 4 years

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Then and Now - Dear Diary

AN: It's been a while since I’ve written Supernatural, or Dean, but I'm back now with a new Series. Gonna be 10 parts in total with a lot of feels and fluffs. I've been toying with this idea since I started re-watching spn earlier this year (thank you quarantine) and then after reading a series by the amazing @percywinchester27 I got inspired and started writing. Shout out to my awesome beta @thorne93, you da bees knees.

AN2: I'm doing a thing where I raffle off a personalised drabble every month. How do you join? Easy, just hammer that reblog button. Reblog is one entry, reblog with comment is two entries. So you help spread my work and you might get a little sumpthin’ in return. Win Win

Pairing: AUDean x Reader

Warnings: Some grade A second hand embarrassment (it gets a bit awkward, yo!) There's some talk about sex in this. Italics are entries from her diary.

Wordcount: 2070

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Summary: It's 2010 and you’re back in Lawrence to settle your family’s affairs after your mom passed. You hope to be in and out of town before anyone really knows you’re there, but that doesn't go as plan. Will a certain green eyed mechanic convince you to come back to the life you once had in Lawrence? Or are you going to return to the real world as soon everything is settled.

Three weeks had passed since that night by the lake, and the farm was back in pristine condition. You had worked tirelessly, day in and day out, with some help from your friends of course. It had been so great to reconnect with them all. Honestly, you were the happiest that you had been in a while. There still was a dull ache in your heart though, one that seemed to strengthen every time you were with Dean. It was hard to be around him, to be his friend when you knew that was all it was ever going to be. And now that there was nothing left to keep your days occupied, that old restless feeling had settled in your bones again.

This life wasn't meant for you. Not on this farm. Not Dean. Not even your friends. It was an unachievable dream, just out of reach, and it was slowly driving you insane. Hope had ignited in you that night by the lake, maybe, just maybe there was a chance for you and Dean, but nothing had happened since then to tell you that that was the case. So now you were convinced you had put more meaning in his words than was really there.

Some days you would stop by the pet shop and say hi to Red, which now was something you looked forward to. Donna told you that he had been a lot happier since you started visiting him, and at times he was a real chatterbox now. You would let him on your shoulder and walk around the store while you talked softly to him, treating him some sunflower seeds here and there. Red greeted you with a high pitched hello every time you walked through the doors, and when you left, he would reach his little foot out as if he was trying to stop you from leaving. At times you wondered if he would make a good travel companion. If he could come with you in your truck as you drove around the country, but those thoughts were quickly pushed aside.

It was another beautiful Saturday morning, music was blasting from your old boombox as you cleared out your closet. It was an old mixed CD that Dean had given you way back when, filled with Metallica, Zeppelin, Skynyrd, and everything else Dean listened to. REO Speedwagon played in the background as you found the stacks of old diaries in the far right corner, hidden under some other junk. A smile played on your lips as you pulled them out, five of them in total, all with different covers around them.

“This is bound to be awkward,” you mumbled to yourself as you picked them all up and carried them with you down stairs.

After filling your cup with coffee, you brought it all with you to the front porch to start what would most definitely be an embarrassing trip down memory lane.

June 1st 1995

Dear diary.

I had a huge fight with Jo today. We were gonna hang out after my guitar lesson and she just kept houding me to play… IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. I asked her nicely to back off, but she wouldn't leave it alone. Then she said I was just scared of embarrassing myself in front of Dean and I was sooooooo mad at her. Like… I swore her to secrecy when I told her about my crush on him and now… God… I don't think I can ever face him again.

She's such a BITCH sometimes.

The word ‘bitch’ was spelled out in big red letters, and you couldn't help but chuckle at your fifteen year old self. Gone were the days when your troubles were this innocent.

There was no entry for a couple of days, just some doodles of Dean's name over and over again.

June 5th 1995

So I made up with Jo. She apologized which I know is, like, super hard for her to do, so we’re good again. She told me Dean has been acting really strange the last few days. Been all quiet and stuff. She said that Benny told her that Cas had told him that Dean asked Cas if he thought I had a crush on him.

Jo thinks Dean has a crush on me too, but I don't think so. The last girlfriend he had was Lisa Braeden and she's so beautiful. No way I can compete with that. I just need to get over these stupid feelings so things can go back to normal.

You skimmed through a few more entries, stuff about tests at school and plans for the summer holiday, then some thoughts and ideas for your birthday. It was all very tame.

But then…

June 14th 1995

HE KISSED ME!!!! I can't believe Dean actually kissed me… and on my birthday. It was so perfect, and his lips were so soft. It was better than I could ever have imagined. I'm so happy right now I could just scream. He asked me if I would go with him to the lake tomorrow and I literally can't wait. I can't even stop smiling.

It was the perfect first kiss with the perfect guy.

Then there was a drawn heart with Dean’s name in it. Without realizing it, your fingers ghosted over your lips as you recalled the kiss. It was a bit frustrating that you hadn't written it down in more detail, but the butterflies that coursed through you told you that you remembered it just fine.

Time didn't really register as you sat and flipped through the pages of your diaries, so when Dean pulled up, you didn't know how long you had sat there. The coffee had long been forgotten and was now too cold to drink.

“What's all this?” Dean asked as he plumped down in the empty chair.

“My old diaries,” you said with a smile. “I found them earlier in my closet. It's so awkward, but I just can't stop reading,” you explained with a chuckle. It was hard to ignore the uproar of butterflies in your stomach at the sight of Dean, but you did your best to push it aside.

“Lay it on me,” he gently ordered with that cheeky grin of his.

“You want me to read you my diary?” You asked in bewilderment.

“Yes!” he exclaimed, laughing.

“Brace yourself for some grade A second hand embarrassment, Winchester,” you warned and he made a point of getting comfortable in his seat. You opened the book on a random page and started reading. “June 21, 1995. It's been a week since Dean and I kissed for the first time, and I still can't believe he asked me to be his girlfriend. Like, for real-” Dean chuckled and you chanced a look up at him, but he urged you to continue. “I mean, I have never been anyone's girlfriend before so I'm not really good at it I think. Like, can I just hold his hand whenever I want now? Or kiss him? ‘Cuz I want to do that all the time. I just don't want him to feel like I'm too clingy or something like that.” Your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Dean just chuckled. “Why didn't you tell me?”

“About my insecurities?-” he nodded -”I didn't want you to think I was a dweeb,” you said as if it was the most obvious thing.

“That ship sailed long before that,” he said, erupting into laughter when you stuck your tongue out at him. “If it makes you feel any better, I wanted to hold your hand and kiss you all the time too,” he said in an exaggerated sweet tone.

“Ha! Wish I knew that back then,” you mused.

“Go on,” he said eagerly, pointing to the book in your hand.

With a deep sigh, you opened to another random page. “August 7th, 1995. Dean took me to the lake today to watch the sunset. It was beautiful. We talked about ‘doing it’.” As you read the words out loud you giggled and hid your face behind the book. “Oh my god, Dean… It's so awful,” you whined behind the book.

Dean found your embarrassment adorable, especially the smile that followed it, and the laughter. Your nose always scrunched up when you were embarrassed and it was nice to see that hadn't changed. “Go on,” he urged. “I wanna know if we ‘did it’.” Although he knew perfectly well that you didn't, not that night.

“Really?” you asked, peeking up over the book.

“Hell yeah. I'm invested in this now, don't leave me hanging.”

“I told Dean I was scared because I hadn't done it before. He said he hadn't either. I was so sure he had done it with Lisa, but apparently that was just a rumor. I want to do it with him, though. I can't think of a better person to lose my ‘V’ card to. He said he would wait for as long as I wanted.” Even as awful as this was, it was very sweet in its innocence.

“I remember that night,” he said, smiling. It wasn't that cheeky grin from a couple of seconds ago, though, it was the smile one had when recalling a fond memory. “It was a really great night.”

“It was,” you agreed. It was nice to share this with him, even though it was embarrassing, it was a story that the two of you shared, and it was nice to have this reminder of how good things once were for you. You flipped the pages once more, now looking for a specific entry. “August 12th 1995. Dean and I finally did it. It was at the lake in the bed of my truck, but it was as perfect as could be. He was so gentle with me, and patient. It hurt a lot at first, but Dean went really slow and it got better. There was a little blood afterwards and I was super embarrassed, but he didn't care. I’m so glad Dean was my first, because I don't think anyone else would make me feel so safe. Dean always makes me feel safe.” The words trailed off and you looked up at Dean, the air suddenly thick around you.

He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Well, there you have it.”

“Sorry. I didn't know it would turn so… real,” you said quietly, closing the book and placing it on the table.

“No - it's not - don't.... A lifetime ago, right?”

“Right,” you agreed. Clearing your throat, you got to your feet and rubbed your clammy hands on your jeans. “Want a beer?” Now, you were eager to change the subject to just about anything else.

Dean looked up at you with apprehension as he accepted the bottle from you. He didn't know how much longer he could hold back his feelings. It was a decision made with his brain rather than his heart, to wait until he was sure you weren't gonna leave again. Every day was a new challenge, and he had to convince himself all over again that this was for the best, even though he desperately wanted you back in his arms. It was so clear to him now, why no relationship he’d had worked out, because no matter who they were or how happy they made him, they were never you. No one could take your place in his heart, not ever. “You know-” he cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, looking anywhere but right at you -”that night meant a lot to me too. And not just because I got laid for the first time,” he said with a chuckle. Typical Dean to add some joke into a serious conversation. “But because it was you.”

The truth he spoke was clear in his emerald orbs and it damn near melted your heart. “I guess it was pretty great. Especially for two teenagers who were too immature to say the word ‘sex’ out loud,” you mused, a crooked smile on your lips.

“You know what I think we should do?” Dean asked after a moment of silence.

“What?”

“We should grab some beers and head up to the lake to watch the sunset. Bring some blankets and stuff like we used to do, you know?”

“I would like that very much,” you said earnestly.

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jaxl-road · 4 years

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The League of Extraordinary Rockstars, ch.8

Summary: LA is a hub for music and mutants, making it the perfect place for Motley Crue, Guns N’ Roses, and countless other mutant musicians to call home. But it’s not all easy, especially when it comes to finding a decent place to live. So what better solution than moving in together in the mansion of an immortal? Love, drama, and super powers. If nothing else, it’ll be interesting.

Chapter Warnings: Language, genderswap!Steven

AN: This is a collaboration between myself and @the–blackdahlia! It combines elements from her fic “It’s So Easy (And Other Lies)” (specifically her genderswapped!Steven) and my super powered GnR series. It is completely AU and ignores timelines like Woah, but hopefully you’ll have as much fun reading it as we’re having writing it! Let us know what you think!

AN pt 2: It was entirely my fault that this chapter took so long, so special shout out to @the--blackdahlia for being so patient and kind while I got my shit together <3 <3 <3

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The night was spent with Stevie, Duff, and Izzy just talking, drinking, and trying to figure things out. Izzy had opted to return to his own bed for the night, and Stevie and Duff didn’t press him to stay, even though Stevie did pout when he said goodnight.

“I hope he realizes this isn’t a joke,” Stevie yawned.

“I’m sure he knows,” Duff smiled, “Let’s get you to bed pretty girl.”

Despite drinking more than Izzy and Duff had, Stevie was up before them the next morning, preparing to make breakfast for, what she assumed would be just her, Duff, and Izzy. But she knew she couldn’t get away with that.

That being said, she was on the lookout for a wild CC Deville to come crawling out of the cabinets at any minute.

She was so focused on being prepared for the potential Poison guitarist, that she ended up nearly screaming when she tossed a towel onto the kitchen table and it landed on a camouflaged Slash.

“God fucking dammit, Slash!” Stevie clutched her chest as the guitarist grumbled, shaking his head to get the towel off his hair and becoming visible again, “WHY are you sleeping out here?”

“Good question,” he stretched his arms over his head, “I was having some drinks with Tommy and Nikki. I must have passed out and they left me here.”

“That sounds about right,” She breathed. “Wait, since when do you have drinks with Tommy and Nikki?”

“Must have a death wish,” Vince commented as he came down the stairs with a satisfied grin on his face, “Morning guys! God, last night…”

“I don’t want to know,” Stevie turned away, missing the glare Slash shot him “I’ve gotta work on breakfast. You two, keep watch for CC.”

“We apparently need CC traps to go with the live traps Tommy wants to set up to catch that fucking raccoon,” Vince laughed, winking at Slash, who huffed and turned away. “Was it something I said?”

Stevie rolled her eyes as she started pulling items out of the fridge, “Vince, don’t be an ass.”

“That’s just his natural state,” Slash commented.

“If you think you can kill my good mood with your attitude you’re wrong,” Vince crossed his arms.

Ignoring the bickering rockers behind her, Stevie focused on the stove in front of her. Her cooking skills weren’t high class, but she figured she could handle some scrambled eggs and bacon, so she got started.

“I need Tommy to teach me to cook,” Stevie said to no one, “His cooking is amazing.”

“Yeah, if he kept cooking, I’d get fat,” Vince commented.

“Good,” Slash muttered under his breath. Before Vince could say anything, Kelly came down the stairs.

“What are you two bickering about?” He asked as he stretched to loosen his muscles. “It’s too early for this.”

“Apparently Vince is just planning on fighting everyone in Guns N’ Roses,” Stevie called over her shoulder.

“Hey!” Vince threw his hand up, “I’d never fight you, Stevie!”

“What are you talking about? I’ve seen you two bicker dozens of times,” Kelly chimed in.

“I can’t believe you’re all ganging up on me,” Vince huffed, “So rude.”

Snickering, Stevie finished the first pan of bacon, a few pieces maybe borderline burnt, but nothing any of the boys would complain about. She got started on a second batch before looking over her shoulder. “What are the odds of you guys actually making your own breakfast instead of stealing mine?”

“Slim to none,” Slash grinned. Stevie shook her head as Tommy and Nikki joined them.

“Good morning son,” Nikki patted Kelly on the shoulder.

“Oh my god that’s not over yet?” Kelly sighed.

“Nope!” Tommy smiled, “Oooo breakfast. I love food.”

“It pisses me off that you can eat and eat and never gain a pound,” Baz popped into the kitchen. “I want your metabolism.”

Stevie groaned at the increase in people in the kitchen. She wasn’t even that surprised when she went to place the second batch of bacon on the plate to find half of the first batch gone.

“Tommy!” She whined, spinning around and putting her hands on her hips, “At least let me finish before you steal my food!”

“What?” The speedster blinked, “I didn’t do anything!”

“Yeah right,” she rolled her eyes, “Look, I’m gonna make enough for everyone so just wait a few minutes!”

“But I-” Tommy flailed, sputtering as he tried to defend himself while the group chuckled at him.

“Where’s Ax?” Slash asked as he turned to Sebastian, “You usually drag him out with you.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s probably not gonna be around today,” the teleporter smiled sadly, “He’s in a, y’know… a mood. I was just gonna take some food back to our room.”

Stevie frowned, “Oh. Well, I’m making some eggs in a minute, but you can take some-” she turned to gesture to the plate of bacon only to find it nearly empty. “Oh come on!” She snapped in frustration.

“Third cabinet on the left,” Mick stated nonchalantly as he shuffled into the room.

Blinking in confusion, Stevie opened the cabinet in question and cursed loudly.

“Oh for fucks sake, CC!”

“I was hungry! You said you were gonna share!” The guitarist pouted around a mouthful of bacon.

“Why are you even here?” Tommy asked. “And why are you in a cabinet?”

“Alright, come on,” Mick pulled CC out of the cabinet, dragging the other guitarist out. Stevie sighed.

“I have a headache now,” She groaned. Tommy went to finish up the cooking while Duff and Izzy finally joined everyone. Once there was enough food ready, Sebastian was quick to make two plates and retreat back to his and Axl’s room, the tall singer awkwardly avoiding even looking in Izzy’s direction.

Not that Izzy noticed. He was too caught up in his own head as he tried to figure out how he was supposed to act around Duff and Stevie now. The night before, they had talked as if he would be another boyfriend, but that could have just been for his benefit. It didn’t mean they would appreciate him invading their space in front of the others. Did Duff even like guys?

It was too early for this. He needed coffee.

"Morning sweetie," Stevie greeted Duff. "Morning honey," She kissed Izzy's cheek, making him blush. "I'm gonna go lay on the couch. Fucking CC gave me a migraine." She walked off, mumbling about how he even got in there.

She had just flopped back onto the couch when Kelly suddenly entered her field of vision, the bassist grinning widely as he leaned over the back of the couch.

“I couldn’t help but notice,” he smirked, “you gave a certain guitarist a little smooch this morning.”

Stevie grinned back at him, “Hey, it was your idea!”

“Yeah, but you were so shy and nervous, I didn’t think you’d have the balls to actually do it,” he teased, laughing as Stevie punched him hard on the shoulder. “But for real,” he softened, “it all worked out?”

“Yeah, I think so,” She smiled. “He said yes at least...” Her eyes darkened a little before she shook her head and grinned, “So now you really don’t get to tap this anymore.”

“I hate you,” Kelly laughed, “But don’t worry. I sowed my wild oats last night.”

“Kelly, it’s the 20th century. You don’t have to talk like an old farmer.”

“I am appalled you called me a farmer,” Kelly said in mock annoyance, making Stevie laugh.

“I seriously have a migraine though,” Stevie told him, to which Kelly responded by yelling:

“Duff! Izzy! Come help Stevie!” He turned to look at her, with her eyes scrunched up, “You’re welcome.”

The two men quickly wandered into the living room, Izzy clutching his coffee like a lifeline while Duff chewed on a piece of toast. “What’s wrong?” The blonde asked, mouth still full, “Stevie, are you alright?”

"Just a headache…"

"You said migraine!" Kelly yelled, making Izzy give him a death stare.

“If she said migraine,” he replied, softly but coldly, “then why the fuck are you making it worse with your shouting?”

“Shit…” Kelly smiled sheepishly. “I’m just gonna go…” He quickly left, leaving Izzy and Duff with Stevie.

“I’m okay guys,” Stevie waved them off.

“Are you sure?” Duff questioned quietly, tossing his toast onto the coffee table carelessly as he approached the drummer, “Do you want me to grab Mick?”

Izzy shuffled uncomfortably. He didn’t want to leave, but he felt like he was intruding.

"Izzy, baby, tell Duff he's overreacting," Stevie smiled at Izzy. "I just need some cuddles from my boys."

It took a moment for the guitarist to respond- his brain short-circuited every time someone called him a pet name, and he was still trying to figure out his place here. It had been less than twelve hours and all his assumptions about what this relationship was had started to crumble in his hands. And he had no idea if that was good or bad.

“You heard the glowstick,” he finally responded, forcing a wry grin on his face as he turned to Duff, “Keep calm and get cuddling.”

Stevie smiled and reached for them, wanting cuddles. She sighed happily as they settled down by her.

"Thank you guys," She smiled. She kissed each other their cheeks and giggled when Izzy’s cheeks turned red, “Maybe today we can just be lazy? Apparently Axl might be MIA today, so we won’t have to like, seriously rehearse,” a small frown crossed Izzy’s face, but Stevie didn’t notice and carried on, “Although you know I’m always down to jam with you guys,” she grinned widely.

“That sounds awesome. Maybe we could switch instruments. I bet Izzy would look good playing your drums.” Duff suggested.

“Oh, I know he would!” Stevie said excitedly.

Izzy rolled his eyes, a small smirk of amusement on his face and his cheeks still slightly pink. Unable to resist, Stevie leaned forward to give him a quick kiss on the lips. But her plan was foiled when instead of feeling lightly chapped lips, she instead felt nothing but air as she fell forward, landing across the couch with a soft ‘oof’.

“Shit, fuck, I’m sorry,” Izzy stood rapidly, his body gliding through Stevie and Duff. His shoulders hitched up around his ears, a guilty and embarrassed look on his face, and the two blondes would bet money that he was still intangible even as he stood out of their reach.

While Slash definitely had the worst control of his abilities among the group, Izzy wasn’t far behind, especially when it came to unconscious control. When he was calm or in a good mood, he was fine. But the second he started feeling emotional or frazzled, he had trouble staying solid. And emotional and frazzled were understatements as far as how he had been feeling the past week.

"Are you OK?" Stevie questioned as Duff helped her sit up. "Did I do something?"

"No," Izzy sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's ok." Stevie smiled at him, the light brighter. "As long as you're not falling into the girls locker room…"

"Axl fucking told you about that?" Izzy sighed. "Fucking Bill…" The redhead loved to tease him for the many mishaps that had occurred when his powers first emerged in their first year of high school. He was a little convinced that Axl had some sort of secondary power that allowed him to always be present anytime Izzy embarrassed himself.

Frowning to himself, he wondered if he should try to talk to Axl about what happened the other day, but before he could dwell on it his thoughts were interrupted when Duff chimed in.

“Hey, don’t stress dude, we all had shit happen when our abilities popped up,” he grinned, “For like, the first year or something anytime I got startled a bunch of fog would surround me.”

“Aw, that’s so cute!” Stevie laughed, “Little baby smoke machine!”

“Hey! Slash told me about you blinding your school photographer!” Duff told her.

“It’s not my fault! He told me to give my biggest smile. I couldn’t help it,” Stevie defended.

“Nice to know nothing has changed,” Duff teased.

“Izzy, help me out here,” Stevie begged. “Please?”

Huffing out a laugh, the guitarist shook his head fondly, “I mean, you do have a very… bright smile.”

Duff laughed as Stevie pouted, crossing her arms petulantly, “Aw, it’s not a bad thing! You’re our Sunshine!” He wrapped his arms around her, the drummer unable to keep a straight face as he rested his chin on her head.

“Good thing you two are cute or we’d have a real problem,” She told them as she snuggled into Duff. Izzy was about to say something when Tommy came barreling into the room.

“Guys! Guys! Look at this book I found in Nikki’s shit!” Tommy tossed a heavy book on the table and everyone got a chill down their spines.

“Well that certainly looks… ominous,” Duff said slowly. The book was thick and leather bound, black with red writing in a language that didn’t look familiar to any of them. Stevie reached out and touched the book. When she did, the wind picked up a little bit.

“Wasn’t me,” Duff told them when they all looked at him.

“Let’s crack this baby open!” Tommy said, excitedly. “Maybe there’s naked pictures in there.”

“Probably all of you,” Izzy smirked and Tommy rolled his eyes, but then looked a little nervous. Picking up the book again, he flipped it over to glance suspiciously at the back cover, tracing his finger over the strange symbol on the back. Shivering slightly, he put it back on the coffee table, squeezing to sit on the couch beside the other three.

“Alright, the curiosity is killing me!” With that, he flipped the cover open, quick like ripping off a bandaid. The four rockers leaned over to look at the first page.

Duff, Stevie, and Izzy, frowned at the words written there. “What the Hell?” Izzy stated.

“Seriously,” Tommy chimed in, “What sort of book needs a disclaimer like that?” Three sets of eyes snapped to look at the speedster. When he noticed them staring, he blinked in confusion, “What?”

“You can read Latin?” Duff questioned.

“Huh? No way, isn’t that like, a dead language or something?”

“Can you read this?” Duff pointed to the page.

“Yeah?”

“It’s in Latin,” he squinted at the words, “at least I’m pretty sure it is. Definitely not English though.”

Tommy’s eyes widened comically, looking between the figures beside him and the book on the table. Then with a gust of superspeed, he slammed the cover shut, huddling against the back of the couch away from the book, “How much did I snort this morning?”

"Whatever it was, you should share," Stevie told him.

"What did it say?" Izzy quizzed Tommy.

“It said ‘Tommy, I’m gonna kick your fucking ass’.” The group jumped, turning around to find Nikki scowling at them. Stalking forward, he snatched the book off the table as Tommy rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Y’know, that’s actually pretty close to what it said.”

"Wait, how do you know what it says?" Nikki asked.

"Uh, well, you see…"

"Tell me what this says?" Nikki held out the book and pointed to a small part that no one could read, except Tommy.

"Property of Cherie Curry and Lita...Ford...oh fuck…."

“What? What’s wrong?” Izzy asked.

“Nothing!” Nikki and Tommy blurted out in sync. There was a long pause, Tommy fidgeting in his seat while Nikki glared at him and hugged the book protectively to his chest.

“Oh gee, look at the time,” Tommy stood nervously, “I think I hear Mick… somewhere.... Sorrybabedidn’tmeantobyyyye!” and with that, the drummer was gone in a blur.

“Dammit, T-Bone! You can run but you can’t hide!” The skin around Nikki’s eyes glowed orange as he ran off to track down his boyfriend, leaving the three Guns members to stare after him in confusion.

"What just happened?" Stevie asked.

"I don't know, but I'm going to go raid Kelly’s prohibition room," Izzy sighed, heading straight for the basement.

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terushima yuuji x fem! reader

in which reader is the cute, shy nerd of johzenji high that terushima has for some reason set his eyes on. she lets him in on a little secret of hers, and the two make a bet, deciding the fate of their possible relationship

or alternatively, reader is cute but secretly is a little shit and terushima is head over heels for the duality

i wrote a proper one shot for once (even though it's super self-indulgent) and not a half-assed drabble, yay!

warning for cussing

word count: 4,971

Terushima really, really liked his tongue piercing. Hell, he loved it, because it a: made people flirt with him more, and b: made people kiss him more. The number of times people have told him his piercing makes them want to jump him couldn't be counted on his fingers, or his teammates' fingers, or the fingers on his whole team combined, which Terushima was very proud of and appreciated, thank you very much.

That being said, he did have one question.

"What does it feel like?"

If there was a school with the most cliche stereotypes in its student body, it was Johzenji. The student athletes were the volleyball team, the popular kids were the basketball team, and every school has their self-proclaimed outcasts, with their limited freedom to be anti conformist due to the school dress code.

And of course, there were the smart, always a pleasure to have in class students: top of their classes, and focused only on their studies.

Lucky for you, you were one of the quiet, bookworm types, unsuspecting and safely away from any spotlight of attention, whereas others are accurately named "teacher's pet". More often than not, you were curled in the corner of the library or classroom, books open in front of you as you wrote neat, organized notes, color coded and highlighted. Yeah, people labeled you as a nerd most of the time, but if being a nerd meant actually having a normal high school life without the added stress of drama, which then made it easier for you to stay on top of your school work, which then would help you get into a good university, and then have a smooth ride from there on out, then whatever, guess you're a nerd now. Plus, it made your parents really proud of you and gave them bragging material to other parents, so if you really needed drama, your parents always knew what gossip floated around.

Terushima doesn't know why he even bothers. She isn't even his type! Though he doesn't exactly have a type that's more specific than hot, pretty girl. Yet there he was, stepping into his classroom, making a beeline for the desk in the corner. Others find it surprising that he was in the "nerd class", but Terushima knew that he was smarter than most, and wasn't some mindless idiot who knew nothing more than girls and their right hand. But that was a secret he kept to himself, because he liked having that trick up his sleeve, so when other students watched curiously as he walked into one of the top classrooms, he shrugged it off, telling them he wasn't sure why he was there, too.

You saw him approach from the corner of your eye, and inwardly sigh. Trying your best to focus on reading the notes in front of you and preparing for the history test you had in less than fifteen minutes, a shadow appeared over your notebook as an arm draped over the back of your chair.

"No book today?" a husky voice whispers directly into your ear, which would've gotten a reaction out of you if you were in a better mood.

"I don't need to take notes from a book if I already have notes, obviously," you said without looking up from your review, avoiding giving Terushima a satisfying amount of your attention. It was tiring, honestly. All you did was mind your business and study! You never stood out, and most people forget you even exist, at least until they need to copy notes they conveniently forgot to do themselves, to which you always said no. You did nothing to gain his, or anyone's attention, yet there he was, resting his cheek on your shoulder and turning to speak, his breath ghosting over your ear. His persistence was starting to get on your nerves, and you couldn't afford to get distracted from your education with him. You had to figure out a way to scare him off, fast.

"Aw come on baby, can't you at least let me see your pretty face?" He twirled a lock of your hair around his finger, trying and failing to get any sort of sign that you were even listening to him. Every other girl he flirted with fell for it, so why was it so addicting to him that you never did? Why is he trying so hard for you, why is he so pulled to you? To him, this was as real as soulmates could get without an actual red string manifesting in front of his eyes.

As usual, you ignored him. Just as he opened his mouth to sweet talk some more, the bell rang, telling him to get over to his seat or face the consequences.

"I'll see you later, baby." He straightened, sending a wink in your direction.

While most students filed out of the classroom, ready to either get home or attend club activities, Terushima strolled to the side of the door once everyone left.

That is, everyone except you.

There you were, diligently jotting down something in your planner, slipping both your notebook and textbook into your backpack.

As you approached the door, he blocked your way, staring down at your shorter form with a charming smile on his face.

He took in your appearance, noting how your skirt wasn't short, but short enough to let his mind wander, showing him the exposed part of your legs between the hem of the skirt and the top of your socks, which came to your knees. The cream colored sweater you wore over your white blouse gave you a cute and innocent look, sweater paws included, and your olive jacket was tucked neatly over your arm, hanging by your side. He almost drooled at your oh-so-kissable lips, as pink as the ever present rosy liveliness on your cheeks. Your eyes stared up at him, like a kitten, in a way that made him want to coo, and had you not been glaring at him, he would've basked in the cuteness of your appearance, soft clothing and all.

"Please, just one kiss? Don't you want to feel my piercing for yourself?" he asked suggestively, smirking down at you.

"Not really. Do you?" You asked as you set your bag down on the nearest desktop.

He was taken aback by your response. "Well I- I mean- uh-"

You cut him off by tiptoeing, pressing your lips on his. Oh damn, they were soft as hell. Yeah, this is why he was so attracted to you. Yeah, he'd like to get your kisses way more often. He even almost forgot what you had just said.

As he licked your bottom lip for permission, he then realized what you meant.

Clink.

You pulled away, snickering at the confused look on his face. You pulled a childish face at him, pulling at your eye and sticking your tongue out at him, confirming his suspicions.

In the middle of your tongue sat a shiny silver bead, the twin to the one in his own mouth.

"Nobody's gonna believe you," you taunted, slinging your bag over your shoulder and walking out of the classroom as he stepped to the side distractedly, dumbfounded, obviously still processing what just happened.

Then it struck him.

Well, shit.

"I'm telling you man, she has a tongue piercing too!"

"Yeah, whatever dude. A girl like her? The most she's ever done is probably truth or dare in middle school, and she'd only pick truth!"

Terushima had to admit that he used to think the same of you, based on the way you wore mainly comfy sweaters and kept quiet, speaking softly and rarely. "Bobata, I'm serious. We kissed! I even saw it!" He insisted, yet as the words came out of his mouth, he himself didn't know if they were true or not. If it did happen, then you were right, nobody was believing him, not even himself.

"Dude, she probably doesn't even know how to kiss," Bobata laughed as he walked away, joining a two vs. two match.

Terushima had walked into volleyball practice after he got over what had just happened, though it still felt like some fever dream, and the coach and Hana had gotten mad at him for being fifteen minutes late, and he had to warm up by himself before he could play a match. He would've skipped it, but then they would've killed him for being so careless, and he didn't want to face their combined wrath again.

"Nah, that was a hella good kiss," Terushima whispered to himself, staring at the ball in his hands, "but was it real?".

"Can I have another? Please?"

You almost laughed at the way he was asking you, like a child asking his mom for another cookie or something. "I didn't give you anything," you said, tilting your head.

Terushima stared. "Yes you did! You gave me the best damn kiss I ever had!"

"I haven't even had my first kiss yet," you lied straight through your teeth, pretending to look surprised yet embarrassed.

"Nobody calls a kiss like that their first kiss."

"I really don't know what you're talking about. Now, stop bothering me." You flushed, proud of the fact that he basically called you one of the best kissers, but you played it off as being embarrassed that he was making a big deal out of your so called "first kiss", or rather, the lack thereof.

He could see the genuine innocence in your eyes, which frustrated him to no end. Either it was real, or he was on drugs. He hoped it was the former.

"Then explain your tongue piercing!"

"Tongue piercing? I would never get something as wild as that. I barely got ear piercings!" You looked scandalized, like a strict mother's embarrassing teenage years being exposed to Helen and all her kids at the PTA meeting.

"You have one! And how else would I know if you didn't kiss me!"

"Terushima, I really don't know what you're talking about, and frankly, I'm worried for you." You looked at him, concern in your eyes. "You're in this class with me because you're smart, and as far as I know, you're not flunking out. So why are you saying all this nonsense?"

Terushima didn't know how to feel. On one hand, he felt like preening, taking in your praise at his hidden intelligence, but on the other, he was frustrated that you kept calling the truth nonsense.

"Fine! If you don't have a piercing, show me."

"I'm not a child; I'm not going to stick my tongue out at you."

"If you don't, you're admitting defeat."

"Fine! If you insist," You relented, sticking your tongue out at him.

To his dismay, there was nothing there, no bead, no flash of something shiny.

He looked you in the eyes.

Well, shit.

"Am I tripping or did yesterday actually happen?"

"Of course yesterday happened, it was yesterday," you sighed, looking at Terushima, not in the mood for more of his antics. Once again, it was you and him in the empty classroom, the campus deserted. Just yesterday, your camera broke, and you turned it over in your hands before slipping it into your bag. So long, photography club.

"You know what I mean!"

An idea popped into your head. "If you mean this," you purred, lightly pushing on his chest with one hand until his back hit the wall. You used your other hand to pull him down by his blazer, placing your lips on his.

Clink.

"Then yes. Just in case you needed to ring a bell."

"You damn tease. Why are you doing this?" Terushima's eyes kept flitting to your lips. Who would've guessed that he was also into tongue piercings?

"At first, I wanted to drive you away by telling you something no one's gonna believe, so you'd go crazy or something. Now, I think I'm having a little bit of fun with it," you said, swiping your tongue across your bottom lip. Terushima watched as the silver bead flashed, reflecting the light coming from the windows.

"You put it back!"

"Of course I did, what's the point of getting a piercing just for it to close up? Now, Teru, how about we make a bet?" You stood on your tiptoes, whispering into his ear. There was no way he could've suppressed the shiver that ran down his back. Well fuck him, you were pushing his buttons in all the right ways, a stark contrast from the cold shoulder you've been giving him the past two weeks. Hell, he was loving it, fully pulled in by you and your addictive flirting.

"Depends on the bet," he whispered back into your ear, lightly kissing it. He held your waist in his hands, humming appreciatively at your sharp intake of air as he pulled you closer to him.

You backed down. "If you convince at least one person that I've got a tongue piercing, I'll do a favor for you, no questions asked." You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his chest.

Oh god, Terushima was sure he ascended to a higher plane of existence. If his eyes were cameras, he would've taken a dozen pictures of you hugging him, staring up at him with those adorable kitten eyes, chin on his chest, his chest! He couldn't stop himself from cooing, "Awe, well when you're looking up at me like that, how can I say no?"

You smiled, amping up your cute factor as soon as you realized it was working in your favor. "Then if you win, I…?"

"You go out with me," Terushima said simply, to nobody's surprise.

"And if I win, you stop bothering me. Deal?"

"Deal." Both of you knew that if you won, Terushima wouldn't follow through with his penalty, but well, at least he'll make an effort.

"Seal it with a kiss?" He knew he sounded desperate, but honestly he was: desperate to kiss you again, to feel your lips on his, to hear the soft sound of your piercings meeting, to finally call you his.

You didn't answer, instead pulling him down again to give him a light peck on the lips.

"Bye!" You slipped your backpack over your shoulders, waving a hand in the air as you looked over your shoulder.

"Wait, not like that! I want a real one!" Terushima called, running out the door, watching as you walked away and out of sight.

Well, shit.

He saw you sitting a few tables away, chatting away with your friends around you. When you caught his eye, you stuck your tongue out at him, taunting him with the bead that only you, your friends, and him knew the existence of. He did the same, watching as the two of you started making faces at each other, each one worse than the last, like elementary school rivals.

"Bobata, when I tap your knee, you have to look where I'm looking, okay?" Terushima whispered, a plan to win the bet in his head.

Bobata looked at him weirdly, "Sure dude, whatever you say."

Grinning, Terushima stuck his tongue out more, making sure his piercing was as clear as day. When he saw you open your mouth to do the same, he quickly tapped Bobata's knee.

"Dude, I don't even know where you're looking. There's nothing there."

"What?" He exclaimed, watching helplessly as you turned around, piercing hidden yet again.

"There's just the back of some girl's head."

It was then that Terushima realized your friend sat across from you, effectively shielding you from prying eyes.

Eyes that would've sealed the deal for him, in his favor.

Terushima turned to Bobata, devastation clear on his face.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Guys, why don't you just believe me?"

"Believe what?" Futamata looked at Terushima, confused.

"He's been going on and on about how the girl that sits in the corner all quiet has a tongue piercing. A tongue piercing! He's gone crazy," Bobata said, leaning back in his chair.

"It's true! I was gonna show you earlier but some girl was in the way!"

"Why would she have a tongue piercing in the first place, and why would you know?" Futamata asked.

"Because it's the only piercing nobody can see unless you show them, so she only told me about it because she knew nobody would believe me! Like you two right now!" Terushima exclaimed. "How often do you guys see my piercing everyday?"

"All the damn time," Futamata and Bobata said in unison.

"Okay, how often do you see it when I'm not going around showing it off?"

"Now that I think about it, I never see it during class the way I can always see your ear piercings," Bobata mused.

"That's because it's in his mouth," Futamata quipped, hiding his laugh behind his hand.

"Exactly! Hers is in her mouth too!" Terushima insisted.

"Why would she show you in particular, though?"

"'Cause I've been trying to get with her and she always rejected me and she got tired of it but now she's always flirting but nobody believes it and it drives me insane but I finally have a chance if I can just prove it to somebody!" Terushima ranted, exasperation setting in.

"Dude, you gotta realize how unbelievable your story sounds right now. You're basically saying Hermione Granger from Harry Potter had a tongue piercing," Futamata pointed out, Bobata nodding in agreement.

"Okay, but Hermione Granger was badass."

"Yeah, you're right," Futamata said. "But that's not the point! The thing is, all she does is study, take notes, pass classes, and get the highest grades! She's just so, ordinary. She seems so innocent and naive."

"Yeah, but so was Hermione until we found out she was cool as hell," Terushima said.

"Good point," Futamata added.

"Fine, fine. If I see it, I'll believe it, one hundred percent. Deal?" Bobata relented, watching as Futamata repeated after him.

"Deal."

Terushima leaned over the desk next to yours, looking down at you. He watched as you looked up at him, memories of yesterday flashing in his head.

"Can you watch me play volleyball?"

"What do you mean?" You asked, unsure of what he was asking of you. There were no games, and the Interhigh Prelims were already over, so what could you watch?

"After school. Sit and watch us during practice, you can even help Hana if you want," Terushima offered.

You looked at him skeptically. Something about his request felt off, like he had an ulterior motive, but you didn't know for sure, which is why you answered the way you did.

"Sure, I guess."

You stood outside the gym doors, shuffling your feet from side to side. Just ten minutes earlier, you were wrapping up some notes and flashcards you were using for an upcoming literature test as Terushima walked out the door, waving goodbye. Back then, you thought nothing of it, deciding to visit their practice after they were done. Now, you regretted that, because you had to open the doors alone, by yourself, and interrupt whatever they were doing.

Basically, you had to bring attention to yourself, which you hated in the first place, and knowing how chaotic the Johzenji volleyball team can be, you weren't sure you'd live to tell the tale.

Sighing, you braced yourself, placing a hand on the door handle.

Three.

Two.

One.

You pulled open the door, timidly peeking inside. As soon as the sound of the door opening echoed throughout the gym, the sounds of sneakers and bumps quieted. It was as if everything has paused, freeze frame. A ball in the air fell to the floor, bouncing away.

And the whole team was staring at you.

"Hey! You made it!" Terushima called out as his face lit up.

"Um, hello. Terushima told me to come and watch the practice," you explained softly, glancing around the gym.

"Oh, great! Come over here," their manager, who you recognized to be Hana, said, waving a hand at you. You dropped your bag by the door before making your way over.

"Hi, I'm Hana Misaki, the third year manager, and this is our coach, Anabata Takaaki," Hana introduced, motioning to the coach. He waved politely, saying, "Nice to meet you."

Someone tapped you on the shoulder, and as you turned around, you were met with the face of a girl, obviously a first year, looking down at the floor.

"I'm Ryuna Kuribayashi, and I'm the first year manager," she said, shyly looking up at you.

"Nice to meet you Ryuna," you said warmly before introducing yourself as well, watching as she gave you a gentle smile in response.

"So, what brings you here? Other than that idiot Terushima," Hana asked, throwing a glare towards Terushima's direction. As if he had super hearing, he turned around, pouting, just as one of his opponents, number eleven, sent a ball in the air, landing on his head.

You stifled a laugh as you overheard him complain loudly. "Nothing else, he just told me to come by, and since I had nothing to do, I had no reason to decline," you answered sheepishly, rubbing the back of your head.

"So you have no club activities?"

"Yeah, I was part of the photography club but my camera broke and I haven't had the time to either fix it or replace it, so I've basically just been a placeholder."

"Well, how about you become a manager for these bunch of crazy kids? Soon, you'd be the third year manager, and I'd really appreciate it if we continued having two managers, just in case they decide to tear Ryuna apart, since once their tournament is over, I'm leaving," Hana sighed, watching as Ryuna shrugged her shoulders. You looked at the team, playing two versus two matches, jumping and yelling like madmen, then back at Ryuna, who was watching fondly, albeit a bit worried.

"Yeah, okay. I can see why you can't trust them with one manager." You gestured at them with your head, just as Terushima jumped in the air, yelling his lungs out.

"Great! If you come here for a second I can give you a form to fill out, and- oh wait. Do you know anything about volleyball?" Hana asked. "It's just one of the things I'm supposed to ask you, since it's a volleyball club and all."

"Yeah, I played in middle school," you assured.

"Great! Here," Hana said, handing you a form. Fishing a pen out of her pocket, you took it gratefully before putting the paper against the wall, filling it out.

"Then that settles it! I'll call a break and tell them the news." Hana turned to the coach, waiting for him to finish correcting one of the teammates. She tapped him on the shoulder and asked for a time out. The coach blew the whistle, and Terushima called, "Alright!"

Once everyone had gotten water and a towel, Hana called for everyone's attention. "Everyone, this is (L/N) (Y/N)! She's a second year, but most of you know that because I hear a fly keeps buzzing around her." Hana sent a dirty look at Terushima, who put his hands up and stuck his tongue out, guilty as charged. "She's becoming our third manager to take my place once I leave," the team whined, obviously going to miss her, "so when next year comes around, we'll have a third year and second year manager. Since most of you will be graduating with (Y/N), when Ryuna is a third year, we may only need one manager, since she might be actually looking after a volleyball team, not a group of overgrown kids." The team protested, unknowingly proving even more so that they were a childish bunch. "Yeah, yeah, I'm just kidding. Everyone, welcome (Y/N)!"

"Welcome to the team!" The team chorused, jumping in the air, reminding you of a certain redhead you used to go to middle school with.

"Thank you," you said, bowing slightly.

"Alright, back to work!"

"So I heard you're becoming a manager? Why, you need to keep tabs on your man?" Terushima sidled up to you, towel around his neck, water bottle drained.

"No, I just feel bad for Ryuna having to deal with you all the time," you replied, looking over your shoulder at Ryuna handing out water bottles to the crowd of teammates around her, looking overwhelmed before Hana came and smacked them in the head.

"Well then, meet some of the team. Hey, Bobata! Futamata!" Terushima called to numbers 2 and 3.

"Hey, I'm Bobata Kazuma," number 2 said as he jogged over, tipping his head slightly.

"I'm Futamata Takeharu," number 3 introduced as well, nodding towards you.

"And I'm number one!" Terushima yelled proudly, with you looking unamused.

"So who's the captain? I bet it's Futamata, he seems better than you, Terushima," you said, trying to make fun of and get a reaction out of Terushima, and it worked.

"No! I'm the captain, number one!" Terushima insisted, pulling at his practice jersey.

"Fine, fine. Do you guys really only play two on two matches?" You asked, looking at the three of them. Damn, they towered over you. No wonder Ryuna was overwhelmed earlier, had you still been your little first year self, you too would've been intimidated.

"Yeah!" Bobata answered proudly, "It's what makes us the 'party team'."

"But volleyball is six on six…" you trailed off.

"Well yeah, but doing two on two makes it more competitive," Futamata pointed out.

"Yeah, but when game time comes around, you all will be running into each other, because two suddenly tripled." You rolled your eyes, already seeing them crash into each other like bumper cars.

"But when that happens, you'lll come and save us, right?" Terushima asked, looking at you with puppy eyes.

"I guess…" you grumbled, not wanting to indulge Terushima.

"Aw, c'mon! You'll help us with anything, right?" Bobata pulled the same act, dodging as Terushima tried to elbow him.

"Just say it! If you say it, we'll believe it!" Futamata added, catching on to something, something you were suspicious of.

"You're being awfully insistent," you looked at them dubiously, raising an eyebrow.

"Just say it! 'As your manager, I'll help you with anything'," Terushima said, speaking slowly. As he spoke, his piercing glinted in the gym's lighting, the sun already setting, unable to provide its sunlight.

"No, that's weird."

"Just do it!"

"No!"

"Please?" All three of them chorused.

"Fine! As your manager, I'll help you with anything," you relented, not noticing the incredulous look on Bobata's and Futamata's faces.

"Say it slower, just in case I heard wrong," Terushima suggested, looking at you evilly.

Seeing as you were in no position to refuse, you did so, "As your manager, I'll- oh." Your face fell as you realized why they made you repeat those exact words.

When you said 'I'll', your piercing was out in the open, exposed to two of Terushima's friends, who were looking at you with disbelief written across their faces. You mentally smacked yourself for overlooking the fact that when Terushima said it, his piercing was visible, too.

"I believe the bet has come to an end? And the winner is?..." Terushima said slyly, looking like that cat that caught the canary.

"You…" you mumbled, unwilling to admit it.

"What? I couldn't hear you."

"You!" You huffed, looking to the side.

"Wait, bet? I thought you were just trying to not go insane," Bobata said as Futamata agreed with him.

"You see, if I was able to prove she had such a piercing to at least one person, I'd be able to do this." He snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. "And you, Bobata, Futamata, make two people."

"So what did you win?" Futamata asked, not following.

"I won this one right here," Terushima replied happily, stepping to the side to hug you from behind.

"Everyone!" Terushima suddenly yelled, waiting for everyone's attention. "Meet my girl, (L/N) (Y/N)!" Terushima declared proudly, leaning back and lifting you up into the air from the waist, peeking over your side and snickering as you protested loudly.

"Hey! Put me-"

You were cut off by the team's wolf whistles and yells, their cries loud enough to be heard miles away as they all jumped in the air excitedly. Do they ever stop jumping? Even Hana and Ryuna were clapping, fond smiles on their faces.

Accepting your fate, you crossed your ankles, holding on to Terushima's arms for dear life.

"Thank god you're in good shape," you whispered, squeezing his bicep.

Terushima grinned. "Like it?"

"Love it," you rolled your eyes as he preened, hugging you even tighter, before putting you down.

"Guess I got my girl after all," Terushima said as those who overheard cheered softly for him.

"Yeah, yeah, it took you three weeks and a bet to get little old me."

"Yeah, but little old you tricked everyone by having a tongue piercing, so I wonder, what else are you hiding behind that innocent façade?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," you said, crossing your arms and petulantly looking to the side.

"Well, can little miss innocent give me the hottest kiss of my life?" He said mischievously, eyes sparkling at you.

"Whatever you say, mister handsome-as-hell," you smiled, leaning up as he bent down, your lips meeting in the middle.

If it was even possible, the team got louder, and even the managers were whooping for you, relieved that you finally got together and happy because you two made a really cute couple.

Terushima smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you even closer.

Clink.

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ladypogue · 4 years

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Used to This (part 3)

Summary: Ella starts her first shift at the Wreck. While working a certain blue eyed boy comes in looking for Kie but stays with Ella. The pair hangs out during and after her shift. This is the start of something new.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: the slightest little bit of swearing at the end. but other than that none :)

A/N: hello all! I am still eternally grateful for you if you are reading this story. Sorry for the late update, I’ve been having migraines recently so its been hard to stare at a screen but I’m feeling better so I hope to be back on a normal update schedule again. Also would you guys be interested if I started writing imagines, one shots, blurbs, etc? If so lmk and send requests! I have a few ideas....as always feedback is greatly appreciated. love y’all! :)

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Part 3

Ella woke up excited for the day, today was her first day working at the Wreck as a waitress. Heading downstairs to start on her breakfast, she pulled out her phone to see if JJ had texted her. Slightly disappointed that she didn’t have a text from the boy, she shook off the feeling and carried on with her morning; scrolling through her phone, taking her breakfast upstairs to start getting ready, not wanting to be late for her first day.

Making her way down to the restaurant popular with tourists, 15 minutes early for her shift, she walked through the doors looking for either Kiara or her dad, not quite sure what she was supposed to be doing today. One of the other waitresses showed Ella where she could put her things and gave her an apron, telling her to sit at the bar and Kiara would be out to show her the ropes.

Kie came out from the kitchen greeting Ella and giving her a brief run-down of what her days will look like. Kie then continued to explain that for the day she would just be working register in order to get her used to the computer system. Completely fine with that, Ella smiled and watched intently as Kie showed her how to ring people up and how to open the register drawer when it got stuck, it was old, so the drawer was sometimes sticky. Excited to officially start her day, Ella took her place behind the register while Kiara went back into the kitchen to help her dad. She was prepared for whatever the day may bring, though she was hoping that it would be an easy first day.

The sun shining brightly through the windows of the chateau is what woke JJ as he had passed out on the pull out couch the night before. Pulling the pillow over his head, JJ groaned and rolled back over after checking the time, relieved to realize that he didn’t have to get up for school, not that he went that often anyways. Sleeping in for another few hours, he re-awoke and made his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. JJ practically lived with John B at the chateau, especially since Big John went missing. He’ll tell anybody that asks that it’s because he doesn’t want John B to get lonely and that his friend shouldn’t have to go through this alone. And while all of that was true, JJ would never admit out loud that it was also because he was avoiding his own problems at home. John B knew about JJ’s homelife, so he graciously accepts the company that his best friend since third grade offers him. It’s nice to know he’s not alone in that house, but also because he knows JJ is safe if he stays with him. Ready to start his day, JJ laced up his boots, grabbed his phone and went outside to wait for Pope so they can go to the Wreck to get food. Looking at his phone he suddenly remembered the girl from last night, Ella. Just thinking about her put a smile on JJ’s face. He opened his contacts, shooting her a quick message.

To Ella: Hey! It’s JJ. Sry I didn’t txt you last night, after cleaning up I went straight to sleep. I wanted to say it was nice meeting u and I hope to see u again. :)

Pressing send, JJ laid back on the hammock letting his mind wander about the girl. What was she like? Did she have any pets? JJ hoped she had a dog. What were her likes and dislikes? Was she single, and if she was would she even go for a guy like JJ? He couldn’t help but imagine her as a part of his life. He pictured them spending the day together at the beach, him teaching her how to surf and her not being good at it so they give up and just swim in the ocean, his arms wrapped around her waist and hers around his neck. Eventually he would get the courage to pull her in for a sweet kiss, imagining how she tastes. He imagines she would taste sweet, her lips soft and her tongue warm.

JJ’s daydream was cut short by the sound of footsteps approaching. He looked up and locked eyes with Pope. Swinging his legs over the edge and standing up, he rubbed his hands together walking towards his friend, “Ready to go?” JJ questioned.

“Yeah, but I told my pops we’d help him with a delivery before we go.” Pope told him while walking away from the chateau. JJ just groaned, wanting to go see Kie and get some food. Checking his phone once more before putting it in his pocket, JJ sighed seeing no response from Ella. It was stupid of him to get his hopes up, a beautiful girl like that giving him the time of day, as if. Shrugging it off, not letting it affect his mood, JJ picked up his pace and caught up with Pope, jumping into conversation, letting the boy’s rambling distract him from the small twinge in his heart at the thought of being rejected.

Back at the Wreck, Ella’s first day was going smooth. She had a few mishaps here and there but that was to be expected and Kiara was always right there to help her. Throughout the lulls in customers, Kiara and Ella got to talking. Having essentially known each other their whole lives, it was amazing how little they knew about each other. However, the conversation flowed seamlessly between the two, and they both could tell that they would end up being good friends.

The two girls were stood at the counter, giggling with each other, when they heard the bell above the door chime, signaling that it was time to go back to work. Kie grabbed a cloth and went to wipe down tables, preparing for whoever it was that walked in the door. Ella turned ready to great her new customers, when she froze, breath caught in her throat at the sight of JJ Maybank. He had yet to see her as his was searching the floor for Kie, ready to beg her for food. As he scanned the restaurant, his eyes skimmed past the girl standing behind the counter, having to do a double take JJ broke out into a grin once he realized who it was. Ella made eye contact with the blonde, timidly smiling, feeling a blush creep up on her cheeks. She was definitely more nervous, not only over the fact that he was even more attractive in the daylight, but she didn’t have any alcohol in her system to calm her and give her a confidence boost. JJ sauntered over to the counter to talk to the girl who’d been running through his mind while Pope made his way over to the table Kie was currently wiping down.

JJ couldn’t help but admire her natural beauty as she stood there in her uniform with her hair tied up in a messy ponytail, small pieces of her hair framing her face. She wore light makeup, only concealer under her eyes and mascara, but JJ still thought she was beautiful. He didn’t know she worked here, especially since they spent a lot of time at the Wreck as a group, he was sure he would have noticed her, and Kie didn’t mention any new hires. Sitting down in front of her, JJ felt his confidence waiver. She hadn’t responded to his text, so maybe she didn’t want to see him.

“Hi JJ.” She smiled at him lightly, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear, his confidence slowly rising.

“Hey.” He replied simply, “I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Today’s my first day.”

“Ahh, well congrats on your first day, I think you’ll like it here.”

“I already do, everyone is super friendly and made me feel welcomed.”

“Well that’s great!”

A silence fell over the two, it wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t comfortable either. Ella was debating if she should bring up the fact that JJ never texted her. She didn’t want to seem desperate, but she was also playing into what her friends had planted in her mind, that JJ was only going to use her. She didn’t want to believe her friends, but she kept the wall up around her just in case, not wanting to get hurt. Meanwhile, sitting across from her, JJ’s brain was turning a mile a minute. He was trying to get a read on the girl, but to no avail. She kept herself heavily guarded and only let JJ see what she wanted him to see. It was frustrating. How was he supposed to get to know her if he couldn’t even pick up on subtle things?

“Are you gonna order anything or are you just gonna sit there?” Ella asked curiously, not trying to be rude but also not wanting to get in trouble with Mr. Carrera.

“That all depends, what time do you get off?”

Taken aback by his question, Ella shook her head lightly, “What does that have to do with if you’re going to order or not?”

“Well, if you work for a couple more hours, I’ll order so I’m not sitting here starving.” JJ said, even though he had every intention of just getting the food from Kie, knowing she would bring food out soon enough for the boys.

“I get off in 2 hours.” Ella stated simply, looking back down at her receipts making sure everything is in order.

Just as he was about to reply, Kiara came back over to the pair, ready to scold JJ for undoubtedly flirting with Ella. “JJ Maybank, you better not be harassing my newest employee, we need the help and I don’t need you scaring her off.” Kie half joked but was also half serious, she knew his tendencies and Ella was nice girl who didn’t need corrupted by her flirtatious friend. JJ put his hands up in surrender, “I wasn’t flirting, I promise.” At this Ella felt her heart break a little, of course he wasn’t flirting with her. She was just caught up in her crush, so she was seeing and hearing what she wanted to. Shaking her head and smiling at the two, Ella walked away, going to find anything to keep her busy and away from JJ.

JJ shot Kie a confused look, to which she just shrugged her shoulders. The boy went after Ella, wanting to continue to hang out with her and wanting to make sure they were still good. As he got up, Kie shot him a warning look, reminding him that she was there to work and not hang out. As Ella’s shift starts to wind down, she continues to entertain JJ’s antics while keeping focused on her work. While JJ continues to follow her around like a puppy, Pope and Kie sit in the back at a table just watching the two, bemused. It was weird for them to see JJ act this way, but it warmed their hearts that maybe JJ had a shot at love. They would have to tease him about it later.

Taking her place behind the counter one last time, with JJ sat in front of her on a bar stool, Ella started finishing up her tasks, ready to leave for the night.

“What are you doing after this?” JJ asked, noticing her finishing up and not ready to part ways.

“I was planning on going home and watching Netflix.”

“Would you maybe want to hang out more? I want to continue to get to know you.”

Ella felt her cheeks and neck heat up, agreeing, happy to spend time with the boy not during her work shift.

Clocking out and grabbing her stuff, she waved bye to Kie and Pope. Ella follows closely behind JJ, not sure what he had planned, if anything. JJ leads the two of them down to the beach, kicking off their shoes they start to walk along the warm sand. Falling into conversation easily, the two found a spot and sat down, sitting closer than necessary. In her head, Ella said that it was because it was a starting to get chilly with the breeze and the lack of sun, but really, she knew it was because she wanted to feel his skin on hers.

“So, am I not good enough to receive a text from the notorious JJ Maybank?” Ella joked, nudging her shoulder with JJ’s.

“I did text you. Because you are far more than good enough. You just never responded.” JJ looked at her confusedly, shrugging his shoulders trying to seem unbothered.

Pulling out her phone and going to her messages, she sees a message from an unknown number. Guilt washed through her and she smiled sheepishly at JJ as she added him to her contacts.

“I was at work already so I must not have seen it. And then you showed up, so I didn’t have to wonder if you texted me.”

JJ chuckled, teasing her lightly, “you were looking for my text?”

“I wouldn’t say looking so to say, but I wouldn’t have been upset at seeing your name on my screen.”

Slinging his arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer, he felt his insides warm at the thought of her wanting JJ to text her.

“I was nervous when you didn’t reply that maybe you didn’t want be friends.” JJ replied, mumbling under his breath hoping she didn't hear him.

She had heard him loud and clear. “Of course, I wanna be friends JJ” she smiled up at him, resting her head on his shoulder.

JJ smiled back down at her, happy she wanted to have him as a part of her life. The two continued to get to know each other, telling stories from their past, both cracking up at what the other would share. Neither was sure how things felt so easy, but they weren’t complaining. They were just soaking in everything about each other. Checking the time, Ella realized she had to get home as it was almost midnight and her shift ended almost 4 hours ago. JJ offered to walk her home, stopping outside her front door, he awkwardly shuffled back and forth with his hands in his pockets.

“I guess I’ll see you later then?” JJ asked, hoping that the girl would want to hang out again. Maybe he could bring her around the pogues.

“Sure. Text me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.” Ella said with a soft smile coating her face. JJ returned her smile with an “of course” before he turned around and started his commute back to the chateau.

Ella made her way into her house and up to her room, tip toeing, not wanting to wake her parents. Quietly making her way into her bathroom and taking a shower, Ella couldn’t help but smile to herself as she recounted her evening with the Maybank boy. She wished she could have taken a picture to remember how he looked in the moonlight as they sat by the water. She relinquished in the feeling of his arm around her, wishing it never had to have ended. All Ella wanted to do was text Sophia and Grace and tell them about her date, could she call it date? She didn’t even know; all she knew was she wanted to tell someone about what had happened. Instead she settled for squealing into her pillow and flopping on her bed. Shooting her friends, a text about how her first day went, leaving out the parts about JJ, not ready for them to remind her that he wasn’t good for her. She opened their text thread and sent him a message;

To JJ: Had a really nice time tonight. Thank you for making my first day at work one to remember :)

Pressing send, Ella turned over and fell asleep, hoping to dream about the boy with ocean blue eyes.

JJ walked into the chateau and was greeted by John B sitting on the couch watching some reality show on the TV. Nodding to his friend, he went to the kitchen to grab himself a beer and joined John B on the couch. Upon sitting down, John B smirked at him, just waiting for him to notice. Feeling his gaze, JJ looked over, confused at the look on his face as he brought his beer bottle up to his lips.

“What?” JJ asked incredulously.

“Nothing. Nothing. Just Kie and Pope stopped by, said you went off with the girl from the kegger. Ella was it?” he continued to smirk when he noticed JJ start to blush.

“Shut up. We’re just getting to know each other.”

“Uh huh, ‘getting to know each other’. JJ you have never gotten to know a girl, you’ve always been a love ‘em and leave ‘em type”

“I don’t know man. Somethings just different with her. When she bumped into me, I just felt this almost instant connection with her. Like she was meant to bump into me. I can’t explain, all I know is I enjoy her company.”

John B smiled at his friend, seeing how much Ella already meant to the boy even though they really just met.

“Bring her around some time. If she means that much to you already then I’m sure she’ll mean a lot to us as well.”

“I will. For sure. Just maybe not yet, I don’t even know if she likes me and I don’t need you guys fucking this up for me, at least not more than I’m bound to.” JJ didn’t want to think about his destructive tendencies when it came to relationships. He wasn’t ready to let this one go.

“I’m offended that you think we would fuck this up for you, but I get it. I really do.” John B knew how his friend could get, so he would do everything in his power to make sure that this worked out in his favor, even if that meant postponing meeting the girl that seemed to have captured JJ's heart. He wanted nothing than to see his friend be happy.

“Yeah, yeah. You know I love you guys. I’m gonna go to bed, I’ll see you in the morning” JJ stated before making his way into the guest room before collapsing on the bed. Shooting Ella a text, seeing she already texted him, he grinned to himself.

To Ella: Had a really nice time 2night too :) I got back safe, maybe we could hang tmrw if ur not busy? Just lmk! Good night Ella :)

JJ expected that the girl was probably already in bed so he turned off his light, crawling under the covers, falling asleep while scrolling through his phone, looking forward to the days to come.

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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🎂 Can We Keep It? (Morisuke Yaku)

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Slice of Life, Birthday, Suggestive 16+

Word Count: 2,350

Pairing: Reader x Adult Yaku

World: Haikyuu!!

Prompt(s): “Grocery shopping” from @last-three-braincells

Author’s Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE PRECIOUS CINNAMON ROLL YAKU (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

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Sunlight streamed through the crack in the curtains, finding your face with ease as if it trying to reach out to you, a gentle reminder of what today was. You blinked a couple of times to clear your vision and then you remembered. From the fog of your sleepy brain, the date shining through like a beacon in the dark – August eighth.

With a smile, you turned over in bed, slipping your arms around your boyfriend from behind, your hand resting over his heart, relishing the steady beating against your palm. “Mori, baby. Wake up~”

Morisuke hummed sleepily, his hand coming up to rest over your own. “What time is it?”

You glanced over your shoulder at the digital clock sitting on the bedside table. “It’s almost eight, my love.” You reached over his body so you could peck his cheek and he smiled, turning over to face you, giving you access to his lips which were slightly swollen from sleep and so very soft. “Happy birthday, Yaku Morisuke.”

His eyes lit up with warmth and love, bringing you back down to meet his lips for a slower, passion-filled kiss. “Thank you,”

“What do you want for breakfast?”

He hummed, his thumb gently rubbing your hip. “Let’s just have some cereal. We’re going to have a lot of food at the party.”

“True. What cereal, though?” You wondered, sliding off the bed and stretching your arms above your head. “I think we have captain crunch, cocoa puffs, and rice krispies.”

“Cocoa puffs, of course.” He grinned, slipping his hand into yours before leading you from the bedroom.

“After breakfast, we can take a shower together before heading out~” Your lips quirked up when his cheeks lightened at the idea.

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The grocery store door slid open when you approached, blasting you with a gust of cool air as you stepped through the doorframe. Yaku grabbed a shopping cart while you pulled out the list from your pocket. You had decided to host a barbeque for his birthday and, with all of the friends he had made in high school, you suspected that the backyard was going to be full of people, so you needed to get enough food for everyone.

Yaku pushed the cart toward the canned foods and you followed at his side. “Should we divide the list to save time?”

“Oh, good idea.” He paused in front of the cake aisle. “Let’s choose the cake together first.”

“It’s your birthday, you should choose your favorite.” You insisted, bringing the back of his hand to your lips.

Yaku frowned at you, his other hand on his hip. “It’s my birthday, yes, but I’m celebrating with the love of my life.”

“Oh?” You quirked a brow, offering him a half-smirk. “Will I get to meet them?”

“Not funny,” he rolled his eyes, but you didn’t miss the small smile before he turned away, heading farther down the aisle. “We also have to think about the guests. There’s no point getting a cake if I’m the only one eating it.”

“That’s true,” you hummed, eyes scanning the various flavors of boxed cakes. Several of them looked quite good, but none really stood out as the best option.

Yaku reached up toward the top shelf, only to stop short, his eye twitching. He lifted himself onto his toes, his fingers just short of the box he was trying to get. You glanced over at him, trying not to smile at your boyfriend’s plight.

“Babe, do you want me to -”

His cheeks burned with embarrassment and frustration as he huffed, turning away from you. “Don’t ask, just do it!”

You brought your bottom lip between your teeth to suppress a smile at how cute he could be when it came to his height, reaching for the box of vanilla cake. It was obvious what he was thinking – vanilla is a basic flavor and is the option that most people will likely enjoy or, at the very least, not mind. “What about icing? We should spice it up a little, for flavor.”

“I picked the cake, you pick the icing.” Yaku glanced at you, using the back of his hand to cover his mouth as he slowly got over his embarrassment.

With a hum, you handed him the box before heading further down the aisle, scanning the various flavors of icing. They even had some with pieces of candy or crumbled cookies on the top, but that seemed a bit too much with just a regular vanilla cake. “Oh, what about raspberry?”

Yaku’s eyes lit up and he nodded. “That sounds really good!”

You set the small jaw into the cart beside the cake. “How do you want to divide the list?”

“Let me see,” he gently took it from your hands, his chocolate eyes scanning the contents. “You get everything that’s refrigerated or frozen and I’ll get everything else,”

“You memorized the list just now, didn’t you…”

“I did.”

“You never stop amazing me, Mori.” You murmured, leaning in to steal a kiss from his sweet lips, his hand holding the side of your face to keep you there longer. You certainly didn’t complain, nipping at his lower lip until he granted you entrance, his tongue meeting yours with fervor. When the urge to breath became too much, the two of you parted, eyes shining with a love so raw, you had to wonder if it was real.

“I’ll meet you back at the front, okay?”

You nodded and the two of you separated, you heading for the front to get a shopping cart so you didn’t have to carry the items. While you did your best not to sneak in items that weren’t on the list, you couldn’t resist grabbing some ice cream sandwiches because they were limited edition and shaped liked cats. You were nearly done with your list when something caught your eye.

One of the employees was standing in front of the black double doors leading into the back of the store, her eyes shifting back and forth as she chewed on her lip nervously. You made the mistake of pausing, your curiosity unable to ignore how suspicious she was acting, and her eyes met yours.

Something told you that you should continue on your way as she started toward you, but you were far too curious about what she was going to say, so you kept your feet planted firmly and waited.

“Hello,” she greeted with a nervous smile. “Can I… help you find anything?”

“Nope,” you told her simply. “Are you okay? You seem super nervous.”

“I-Is it that obvious?” She swallowed, leaning closer as she lowered her voice. You nodded and she glanced back at the door. “I have a serious problem!” She didn’t wait for you to respond before she started spouting off her story, her words rushed and slightly panicked. “I recently broke up with boyfriend and it was super messy, so to get back at me he snuck a baby llama into the store and if my boss finds out he’s going to fire me and I really need this job and I don’t know what to do and I -”

“Hey, calm down.” You tried to soothe her, gently holding her by the arms as her eyes filled with tears. Maybe you were being more selfish at that moment than genuinely helpful, but you didn’t care. “I’ll help you. Take my cart and put the llama in it, I’ll act as if he’s my pet that I brought with me into the store.”

“R-Really?” Her eyes lit up. “You’d do that for me?!”

You nodded, deciding not to tell her that it was more for yourself than her.

“Okay,” she took a deep breath and wrapped her hands around the handle of the cart, pushing it past the black doors. You stood nearby, keeping an eye out for any other employees or customers, but that section of the store was pretty empty, the few people nearby paying no attention to what was happening. She returned a few moments later, gently pushing the cart so as not to jolt the creature.

The llama in question was small and quite fluffy, its fur off-white in color. It was curled up against the back of the cart, its legs underneath its body, a small tan towel placed beneath it to help it feel more comfortable against the wires. You had to force back a squeal when you laid eyes on it because it was honestly the cutest creature you had ever laid eyes on.

“Thank you so much for this. I’ll never forget it!”

“You’re welcome!” You gave her a bright smile, eyes closed as you offered a peace sign. When she walked away, you leaned carefully on the edge of the cart, reaching your hand out to him. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before his cold nose made contact with your skin, making you giggle. He didn’t seem afraid so you slowly moved your hand closer until it was resting on his head. ‘My god, it’s softer than my heart when I look at Morisuke!’

Oh. You had temporarily forgotten about your boyfriend. What would he say when you rolled up with a llama in the cart? Shaking your head, you gently patted him on the head and smiled goofily. ‘Nah, I’m sure it’ll be fine. If I pretend it’s normal, he’ll probably just go along with it without question!’

And that’s exactly what you did. You rolled up to him acting as if that llama had been with you your whole life and was a part of the very fabric of your being, but he was not fooled. As soon he turned around, his eyes shot to the creature as if by some magnetic pull.

“Y/N,”

“Yes, baby?”

“Why is there a llama in the cart?”

“Whatever do you mean, love?”

“There is a living, breathing llama in the cart, Y/N.”

“Yes, llamas do tend to breathe.”

Morisuke deadpanned, eyes shifting to look at you but you were more occupied with what was on the shelf beside you, which happened to be canned cat food. You briefly wondered if they could eat cat food, but you figured that would be a bad idea. “Where the hell did you get a llama?!”

You scowled, turning your attention to the small creature that had fallen asleep. “You’re going to wake up, Barrack!”

He sputtered in disbelief. “Did you really name him after the forty-fourth president of the United States?”

“No, it’s spelled differently.”

“…”

“The president is B-a-r-a-c-k but the llama is B-a-r-R-a-c-k. See? Different.”

The sound of his hand hitting his forehead could be heard across the store, making people stop and look up as if the sound had come from the ceiling. “Y/N -”

You pouted, knowing what he was going to say. “Can’t we keep him, Mori? Please~?”

“We can’t just – it’s not – there’s laws – I – stop looking at me like that!” He groaned, his cheeks dusting with pink at the loving, pleading look you were sending him, the look he found so desperately hard to say no to.

You folded your hands underneath your chin, looking at him through your lashes. “Pretty please? We were talking about getting a cat anyway…”

“A llama is very different from a cat!”

The sudden yell made Barrack jump, awoken from his short nap. He searched for the source, dark eyes landing on Morisuke who looked a bit guilty for waking him. He stood on his short legs, carefully walked across the wired cart so his feet wouldn’t fall through the holes, and when he got to the end, he lifted his head to reach over the edge of the cart, nose just out of reach of the male’s arm. Mori shuffled a step closer and Barrack nudged his fluffy head against his arm until Mori finally caved and started to gently pet the creature.

You watched his expression carefully and you knew he was falling just as quickly for the baby animal as you were. You took the opportunity to slip behind him, arms winding around his slim waist as you rested your chin upon his shoulder. “I think he likes you baby,”

As if to prove you right, Barrack let out a contented hum of approval, trying to push himself farther against the male’s hand. Mori knew having a llama join the family would be a lot of work and a lot more difficult than simply getting a cat, but… the little creature was so adorable and easily getting to his heart, plus it made you quite happy which was always a bonus in his book.

With a defeated sigh, he leaned back against you, closing his eyes. “Fine, we can keep him.”

“Yes!” You cried out, increasing your grip on the male as you shoved your face into his back. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Barrack started to bounce around the cart, feeding off of your excitement as he snorted in pleasure.

Mori shifted in your hold, turning around so he could rest his hands on your hips, eyes shimmering with unspoken happiness. “I’ll do anything to make you happy, Y/N.”

You chuckled in response, hand going to the nape of his neck so you could tug at his hair. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make it up to you tonight~”

His cheeks darkened as he leaned forward, intending to claim your lips, but a soft cry, eerily similar to that of a child, made him stop, both of you turning to look at Barrack as he sat in the cart, stomping his front feet.

“I think he feels left out,”

“Something tells me he’s going to get between us a lot,” he sighed.

“Isn’t that what it means to have children?” You smirked, quirking a brow at him.

He only shook his head, hugging you closer with one arm and gently patting Barrack with the other to calm him down. He didn’t miss the onlookers peeking into the aisle trying to find the crying child, only to find an overexcitable llama.

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My Protector

“No way. I’m not going with him. He hates me. He’s always so rude to me. Besides they are YOUR cats! Why don’t you go with us to get their food?” I whine as I get stuck with running an errand with Changkyun alone.

“He doesn’t HATE you.” Jooheon says with a sly grin. “You just don’t know him well enough yet. Which is why you SHOULD go with him without anyone else. Including me. Plus I am making some decent progress on this new song, I want to keep working on it.”

“I hate you. I hope you know.” I pout as I put on a light jacket, and walk out the door. Changkyun is already waiting outside in the car.

“I love you too! Have fun!” Jooheon yells out, shutting the door as I make my way to the car. With a deep inhale I open the passenger side door and hop in. Quickly putting on the seat belt all while avoiding looking over at Kyun.

“About time you joined me.” Kyun’s deep voice fills the silence. I can feel his eyes on me but I don’t dare look over his way.

“Yes sorry, I had to find my jacket.” My voice almost at a whisper. This next hour alone with him is going to feel like years. Changkyun puts on some easy listening, calming, music. As he drives he hums along to the songs. I can’t help but notice how peaceful he sounds. Looking over to him finally, he’s driving with one hand at the top of the steering wheel, his body is relaxed, and his other hand is on the gear shift, only a few inches away from my leg.

He’s concentrating on his driving and I’m guessing we have to be close to the pet store. It’s been about fifteen minutes now. Changkyun looks over and sees that I was staring at him. He flashes a little smug grin and puts his eyes back on the road.

“What?” I snap at him.

“Whoa, there. Nothing sweetheart, just nice of you to acknowledge me finally since we have to do this together.” Changkyun replies with a sigh, “I want this to be over already as much as you do. Trust me”

“Glad we understand each other then.” Still looking at him, I can’t help but notice the man is handsome. His black hair is styled today, showing his forehead. That is one of his best hair styles in my opinion. He’s wearing casual clothing today. Dark jeans that show off his slender, yet muscular legs, and his favorite grey hoodie.

“Look we are here. This will be super fast and then we don’t have to be around each other for the rest of the day.” He breaks my chain of thought as he pulls into a parking space. Realizing I was admiring him and lost in thought about Changkyun makes me blush a little. Hoping he doesn’t notice I look down and start to take off the seat belt, ready to hop out of the car as soon as possible.

Walking into the store side by side, I match my stride to Changkyun’s. “Do you know where the cat food is here?” He asks looking around lost as we enter the pet store. It’s obvious he doesn’t come here very often at all, so why would Jooheon send him and not someone else? Wonho has cats, I’m sure he would have been happy to go.

“I’m not sure, we can split up if you want to search faster?” I suggest, really just hoping to get away from the awkward situation.

“Okay. If you find it text me. I’ll let you know if I find it too.” He says as we split up. This store is rather large for a pet store. So I start going down the aisles taking my time looking at everything on the shelves.

“Hey there pretty thing!” I hear a strange voice behind me. I ignore it and keep walking. Obviously it wouldn’t be at me. I’m not the type of girl who gets cat called or attention from men in general. Especially when I look like I do today. My hair is in a messy bun, I’m not wearing any makeup, and the jacket I have on is very loose fitting on me, matched with just a pair of jeans.

“Don’t walk away from me! That’s just rude!” The voice was closer and suddenly my wrist is being yanked on so that I’m forced to stop walking and turn my body around to face this stranger. My heart is racing, my voice is gone. I’ve never been in this situation before, and why in a pet store out of all places? I look around and I don’t see anyone else around us. The store definitely wasn’t very busy when we walked in so it’s not surprising.

This man is taller and a lot stronger than me. I start to slowly back up to the selves and with one hand free still I grab the first thing I can and take a swing. Unfortunately for me the aisle I’m in is the dog toy aisle. So I hit him with a soft toy that just squeaks as it makes contact. “CHANGK...” I start to yell out for Changkyun but the man puts his hand over my mouth.

“Don’t you dare yell for help! This didn’t have to be this difficult you bitch! All I wanted was your time, but you had to ignore me.” The stranger hisses at me. His grip around my wrist gets even stronger. It is certain to leave bruises.

“HEY!” The deep rumble in Kyun’s voice has never been more comforting to me than right now. “You need to let her go and leave NOW.”

The stranger turns to see Changkyun striding up to him, as he gets within range Kyun grabs the man by the shoulder and pulls him back. My wrist is freed from the man’s grip and I stand there frozen. I can’t believe any of this is happening. We are in a DAMN pet store! My eyes are locked onto Changkyun. He looks so freighting right now. His stance is strong, his body is ridged with tension and anger. He makes it very clear to the stranger to give up and walk away. Without much of a fight he leaves the store.

“Oh my god are you okay?” Kyun pulls me into a warm hug, one arm wrapping around me with his hand firmly placed in the middle of my back, and his other hand on the back of my head. I let myself fall into his embrace and try to fight back tears from the stress of the whole situation. “I’m sorry I ever let you out of my sight. Did he hurt you at all? This wouldn’t have happened if I had just swallowed my damn pride a long time ago. FUCK!” His thoughts are just pouring out.

“I’m okay. It’s okay, I suggested it. You got to me really fast. It’s okay, I promise.” I try to reassure him. I’ve never see him shaken up like this before. It’s actually kind of sweet to see him caring so much. I pull away from his hug to look at him in the eyes. He stares down at me with an expression of worry and frustration. “My wrist hurts a little, but I’ll be okay. Thank you for helping me.”

“Fuck. Your wrist is already starting to bruise! FUCK. I’m so sorry I let this happen. I won’t ever let anyone else hurt you, I promise you that okay?” He says as he holds my soon to be blue and purple wrist in his hand gently, rubbing his thumb ever so softly against the discoloration that is already showing.

“Kyun, Why are you so upset over this? You hate me!” I question why he’s taking this so seriously when he’s never shown any kind of friendliness towards me that wasn’t him being sarcastic until now.

“What? You think I hate you?” He freezes wide eyed.

“You do...I know you do, and it’s okay. You don’t have to pretend to care about me, but I do appreciate you protecting me.” Not sure what to do, I pull my wrist away and take a step back.

“Oh god. No. I don’t hate you! I never have! I thought you knew...” His voice is low and difficult to hear. “I’m sorry I ever made you feel like that. That’s not it at all.”

“Well I don’t know what to think, but lets get that cat food and hurry up and get back, but this conversation isn’t over, okay?” I say as I start to walk down the aisle again. Changkyun hurries beside me, but he’s walking really close to me now. I decide not to say anything. We find the cat food, check out, and get back in the car and on the road before we speak again.

“Okay, so what were you saying in there?” I break the silence. Kyun hadn’t even turned on any music.

“Okay, listen, I can see why you might think I wasn’t your biggest fan, but that’s not the truth. I thought you knew why I kept myself at a distance from you. Everyone else knows and gives me shit about it.” Changkyun’s voice is sincere. “The truth is when I met you, I knew I would fall for you. I tried my best to not let that happen. I figured if I kept myself away from you and closed off, I couldn’t develop feelings for you. However I’ve watched you get close to everyone else. I’ve gotten jealous. I’ve been hurt by you not trusting me, but I thought it was best for you to see me in a negative light because I wouldn’t be able to control myself if you were friendly towards me as well.”

Shocked I stare at him. His hand is back on the gear shift, and I take it and hold it in between my hands. “Kyun, Thank you for being honest with me finally I thought all this time I did something to make you hate me. I’ve been upset by you being so cold to me. The other’s kept telling me I just didn’t know you yet and to give it time and everything would sort itself out.”

“I guess they were right.” He pulls his hand from mine and lays it on my thigh. “After what happened back there, I realized even keeping myself from you, didn’t stop me from falling for you. I’m just so scared to let anyone close to me I thought I’d be protecting you by keeping you away from me.”

“Changkyun, do you mean that?” My jaw drops in shock.

“Every word.” He squeezes my thigh a little and almost instantly my body reacts.

“I have to admit, I’ve always had a crush on you from the first day I met you. I just thought you hated me and there was nothing I could do to change your mind about me.” I look down at his hand on my thigh. The car is parked now. I look up and we are back.

We get out the car and Kyun walks over to me and pulls me into another hug. This one is a little different than the one before though. He kisses my cheek and whispers in my ear, “Baby, if you still have those feelings for me, lets stop pushing each other away. I’ll take a chance on us if I haven’t driven you off yet.”

With a smile spreading across my face I make eye contact with him, “I still have those feelings for you. That’s why I took you being so cold towards me so personal and couldn’t be around you. It hurt to much, but of course I want to try.”

Without another word Changkyun’s lips crash against mine. One of his hands cupping the back of my neck, the other pressing on my lower back, pushing me into him more as he deepens the kiss.

“It’s about damn time!!!” We hear the familiar voice of Jooheon coming from the doorway. We look over and he has the biggest smile with his arms crossed across his chest. He looks proud.

Kyun pulls away from the kiss and with a sly smile he basically growls, “Lets go somewhere private, we have a lot to catch up on.” He starts to guide me inside. “Jooheon, shut up.”

“Thanks for the cat food. I’ll leave you to alone now. Just remember to use protection okay?” Jooheon laughs as he collects the food for Gucci and Yoshi and heads back to keep working on music for the rest of the day.

Changkyun and I reach his bedroom and as soon as the door closes behind us he’s arms are around my waist and his lips find my neck. He lets out a quiet growl as he takes a little bite, and then picks me up and lays me down on his bed. Crawling on top of me, his eyes search my body feverishly. “Baby, I promise no one other than me will ever harass you again.” His lips find mine again. “You’re safe with me, forever,”

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tippitv · 5 years

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Recap: “Ouroboros” 14-14

Hey everyone! In an effort to get the recap out in a timely fashion, I'm trying something new. I'm doing it live-blog style and adding gifs already available on Tumblr as I format it for posting. Making pics with captions and photoshopping is super slow and laborious on my ancient computer. Just that part of the recaps usually takes 8-10 hours to do. In a recap that has a LOT of graphics, it might take 12.

THEN!

Ooh I've apparently missed more episodes than I realized. Veronica Cartwright, who's one of my favorite character actresses ever, brought Jack back to life.

But with like... dire consequences, as per yoozh.

NOW!

Raton, New Mexico. Hey I've been there! I was driving to Colorado when I was 19 and we hit Raton riiiiight before we had to start driving up a narrow mountain road... when an ice storm hit... and I, a Texan who'd never driven over so much as an ice cube, thought I was going to kill us all.

Anyway it's nice to see an episode start somewhere in the Southwest for a change of pace.

This music is super cute. Someone let me know what it is? Also, I don't know who this guy is but he knows how to chop vegetables. I like him already! Oh... oh wait. There's a dead man on his kitchen island and the knife guy is harvesting his organs for dinner. Sorry, my dude, but I only have room in my heart for one cannibal

Oh he's got some lizard eyes on him, too. That's also a deal breaker. Somehow his repto-vision allows him to sense that the Winchesters are coming for him, so he grabs his pet snake Felix and sneaks away.

The episode is titled "Ouroboros," and I can't see that word without thinking of the episode of Red Dwarf where the people found the cardboard box with Lister in it. They misread the word as "Our Rob, or Ross." Shout out to the handful people following me who know what I'm talking about.

The Winchesters show up. Oh hey Castiel and Jack are with them, too! Snake Boy didn't see that. "Oh no," Cas says, despairing at the scene in the kitchen. I know. A wasted pasta dinner! Also a dead body.

Sam and Dean are frustrated that they've failed to catch this guy yet again. How is anyone not barfing at the smell of fried human liver? Have they become inured to it because of all the flaming hunter funerals? That's probably it.

"My money's on witchcraft," Dean grumbles. Rowena walks up behind him like

Oh ho ho why's she so flirtatious with Castiel? What did I miss there? Well he seems as confused as I am, and less titillated. Maybe nothing happened and she's just someone with eyes who happens to see how cute he is.

Everyone wonders why the victim, like all the other victims, appears not to have fought back. I mean, there's a lot of nihilism these days. Maybe it's a case of "fuck it, if this guy doesn't kill me the climate change will." Jack finds a freshly shed snake skin on the floor.

They wonder if the victim had pet snakes but think he doesn't seem the type. Like, I know a stay-at-home suburban mom with multiple snakes so I don't think there's just one type of herp enthusiast. Jack starts coughing and everyone's like

Jack assures them he's not dying again but he probably is.

Rowena notices there's a blackish powder around the victim's lips. The others tell her the other victims had something similar but they ignored it so that Dean and Rowena could look back and forth at each other with their best So Done faces.

As funny as the exchange is, I do so hate plot-necessitated dumbness. There's no way they wouldn't have looked into the black powder on all the victims' faces.

Sam and Rowena do some research in the motel de la nuit, which has a fabulous Missoni-inspired wallpaper. Man I wouldn't mind having some of that! Anyway, she's curious about Jack being not-dead and Dean keeping an archangel locked up in his head somehow. Sam doesn't want to talk about it.

Meanwhile, Jack's in the bathroom having one of those Moulin Rouge coughing fits. Has anyone thought of like... getting the kid some Robitussin? He uses a small amount of power to heal his cough. I think Veronica Cartwright warned against this in the previouslies.

Dean's growing a mite weary and still thinks their inevitable option is going to be the magic coffin. Cas's face goes

Castiel tiredly explains what the word "liturgical" means when Jack and Dean give him confused looks. I mean I guess Jack might not know, but Dean should sure as heck know.

When they get back to the motel, Rowena says they're dealing with a Gorgon. "Like Medusa!" Dean pipes up. Oh I bet this leads to a Clash of the Titans jok---and there it is. They blah blah blah about how eating human eyes allows a Gorgon to see the future and evade capture. "So even if we use your tracking spell, he'll know," Cas says. Why do they assume it's a man when the Gorgons have always been depicted as shes?

So Snake Boy approaches a guy outside a truck stop and asks for help. "I'd find a way to pay you back." He turns the flirting up about ten notches and the trucker shiftily tells him to get inside. They kiss and the trucker is slowly paralyzed. Oh noooo I have a dozen things to say about queer villainy and victimization but I'm live blogging so remind me to come back to it.

Cas's hair is high as hell today. Remember there was this whole plot a while back about how Heaven is running out of power because there are so few angels? Maybe he's powering Heaven with his hair.

Noah, that's apparently the Gorgon's name, has left a note on the body for Dean. "I see you standing alone reading this note," NUH UH he's standing with Cas. He warns Dean to stop chasing him. "Why doesn't he mention me?" Cas asks. Right?? "Maybe you're not his type," Dean says. Cas rolls his eyes upward but the low-hanging fruit is practically on the ground.

After a confab with Sam and Rowena, they work out a plan for Cas and Jack to go after Noah since they seem to be invisible to him. They just need some anti-venom in case the Gorgon tries to poison them. Or just tell them not to kiss the guy? Maybe they don't know kissing is how he

OH MY FUCKING GOD ROWENA TURNS JACK INTO A VERY TINY DOG AND RUSHES HIM TO THE VET WITH SAM AND HE LOOKS LIKE A MUPPET

Jack the dog gets a thermometer up the butt... Then the vet or tech or whoever she is just... leaves him on the exam table unattended. That's not remotely what happens at clinics but whatever. As soon as Jack is alone, he turns back into a person with all his clothes on. I don't know why that seems more unrealistic to me than him turning into a dog, period.

He finds the anti-venom, makes a joke about his poor butt, and then Sam and Rowena have a conversation in the parking lot about how he was brought back to life. Then the vet runs out and confronts them!

Just kidding, they talk as long as they want without ever being discovered.

Noah's got his latest victim tied up somewhere. He says he finds more men to eat because women are more cautious. True dat. He kept the guy alive long enough to blah blah for a while but now he gives him a smooch on the cheek to paralyze him.

Rowena casts a locator spell... Why wouldn't Noah be able to see her and know something is up? Only the angelic ones are invisible to him. Oh my word Castiel kicks open the door VERY forcefully and I'm like

But wait... first he knocked. Why did he knock first? You know what let's just move on. Castiel goes and de-venomizes the latest victim. For some reason nobody's cutting off Noah's head yet so he just goes on talking. Something about a snake and some chicken eggs. Even Castiel is like, "Why are you telling this story??" And Noah, looking at Jack, goes, "Because I can't tell if he's the chicken or the snake."

Fisticuffs attempt to ensue! Lolol it's briefly a slap fight. Noah kisses Cas on the cheek. This is the most unrealistic part of this episode. Why would you kiss some rando trucker on the mouth and not this guy.

Hm there's still 15 minutes left. For some reason, the anti-venom doesn't work on Cas, so Jack has to use some of his powers. Maybe you should have tried giving him more of it first but whatever.

LOL they drive all the way from New Mexico to Kansas with unconscious Dean and rush him into the med bay. It's at least an eight hour drive! Maggie's like, "I'll get some ice!" It's been at least eight hours! Why didn't they just bring him to a regular hospital?? Nothing supernatural happened to him! He got his head wanged!

Jack is pretty upset about the prospect of Dean dying but Cas seems... philosophical about it. Maybe he knows they got renewed for season 15 and isn't too worried.

Oh Dean's awake and everything's fine! Just kidding he's on a rampage knocking everything over. Someone tell Maggie to forget the ice. He's in a rage because he "let his guard down" and now Michael has left. I mean... you were knocked out by a plot contrivance, my dude. Don't be too hard on yourself.

Oh shiiiit Michael's gone and killed everyone in the bunker. Not any of the main characters, obviously, but everyone else. Oh double shiiiiiit he's got Rowena as a vessel now. Wait. Why would she have said yes to him?

Ah...Michael paid her a little visit in her mind and said he'd kill everyone she cares about. She's loath to admit it but she does care for these people. Well, the main characters, at least.

Oh my gosh I love Ruth Connell. This is my fave version of Michael yet. Too bad it won't last!

Jack decides to use his powers to save everyone even if it means dying! Except he doesn't die because it's only March. He forces Michael out of Rowena, then sucks down the evacuated grace like

Everything goes quiet. Everyone's like... wtf? what?? the fuck??? They wait on pins and needles to see what happened to Jack. Jack's like, "I'm me again!" with the glowing flame eyes and the shadow wings. The music makes this seem very ominous. Maybe it means he doesn't have a soul anymore. Either way he seems very powerful again so good luck getting a rectal thermometer into him now.

Wait... why was this episode called Ouroboros when it was an entirely different snake thing? Ohhh maybe it was Jack eating/using his own powers to help himself? Let's say it's that.

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pegasusdragontiger · 7 years

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Cat’s are Evil!

Walking out of the lift and into the communal kitchen which everyone shared in the Tower, or as Tony would say his tower which he built for him (On Pepper hearing this said “really you told me last night in bed that you built it for me all 100% of it??) Tony gulping and running after Pepper saying “Huney, sweety, sugar bun, my Pepper, my killer hot Pep, it is!!”. Which Pepper went on to say that it was built for her and the Avengers out of the goodness of Tony’s heart. Walking closer to the kitchen hearing heavy music coming through the speakers loud, but the beat and the lyrics found a connection to him, they spoke to him like no other song had since he woke up from the ice.

Bucky got into the dinning room and could smell not just Garlic bread but bacon and sniffing again was that Lasagna? Mouth watering and tummy grumbling in anticipation bolted into the kitchen to see his super secrete crush, his light to his darkness, his Leia to his Han, his Arwen to his Aragorn. Seeing in wonderment and not noticing his glazing eyes.Even the other half of him the Winter Soldier part kept nudging him, poking him demanding he walk up to Darcy and confess all to her right then and there! Seeing Darcy dancing and seeing to the lyrics of the song while cooking, on the island bench where 7 Lasagna’s and 6 garlic breads. Darcy turning around with another lasagna in her hands fresh from the oven, jumped and squealed in shock. Quickly putting the new dish on the island bench with the others placing her hands to her chest and taking deep breathes slowly calming down and asking Jarvis to turn off the music. The Winter Soldier in his brain pushed forth and demanded he ask her out, or marry him and have his little winter soldier children. James scoffing and rolling his inner eyes opened his mouth and asked “ Who’s the song and band?”.

Darcy gazing at James in a daze and shock at seeing him there, well she knew he was quite, quieter than a mouse but still seeing his face, standing in front of her so tall and ruggedly homo handsomeness, That gorgeous sexy arm of death in it’s silver glory. Stop it Darcy he is a person not a thing, but what a thing he is the hair, the eyes, that mouth that was just sinful. No. no Darcy do not go down that road of drooling, dreamy times of the things they both could and would do. Shaking her head to shake out all those sexy dreamy thoughts “Uh, what song?” Bucky letting his trade mark smirk that never failed to hook the ladies back in the day (as Steve would say pantie dropping smirk) “They song that was just playing doll?”.

“Oh that!, Just a Linkin Park song my favourite band, their lead singer died today, So I was getting Jarvis to play non stop Linkin park songs. That one is called Burn it down.” Bucky still with glazed eyes looking straight at Darcy said “I loved it would you be able to send the song to me?”. “Um what!? uh yeah sure that and all their albums think you’d like them, Jarvis would you be able to?” “Of Course Miss Lewis, do you also want me to notify everyone lunch is ready?” “Yes please J-man! if you wouldn’t mind?” “It is no problem”. Bucky asking if she wanted help setting the table and as she told him yes. In setting the table with plates, knives and forks, glasses and drinks on the table. Looking up to check his work a Pair of glowing green cat eyes glare across the table at him, registering the eyes and taking in the grey/blue coat of the Russian blue cat and realising that it was Darcy’s cat Styxx. “Um Darcy why is your cat glaring at me?”.

Darcy turning from what she was doing looked at where Bucky/James/Sxy Assassin was and looking across from him and seeing her baby laughed and turned back to what she was doing saying “He isn’t glaring at you he likes you” With her saying this Both man and cat were in a stare off of the decade!! Winter soldier making it known to him there was no way this beast/pet of his future wife/lover of his future children will scare him off, both still silently glaring at each other eyes narrowing/ assessing each other. doing some super secrete challenge of who would win/loose the staring contest, some would say it didn’t count as it was between man and animal. Winter as James/Bucky would call him would scoff Man, Animal, Mammal it all counted, although he has never encounted an alien so that would be the only one that would not count in this contest. Not realising that some time had passed and the rest of the Avengers were making there way into the room all stopped in shock as they took note of the Winter Soldier/ James Bucky Barnes was frozen on the spot glaring narrow eyes at a cat who was also glaring narrow eyes back. Both not moving, blinking or twitching. It was a thing to be hold.

Clint and Tony in sync quietly ask Jarvis to record this silent battle between Man and Cat. Jarvis letting both know that he was. Focusing back on the battle at hand, Winter didn’t want to give in “I am the most deadly being in this building no man/ animal will ever defeat me, made his glare even more deadly and squinty at said cat. Both failed to notice the audience of Avengers nor did he notice his one and only future wife of said children placing the food on the table looking up She let out a sigh in frustration looking from her cat to Bucky. “See I told you he likes you, he only goes into stare mode when he meet’s his new servants!”.

Now noticing and hearing her voice. did not move him from his stance scoffing and not realising he said this out loud said to Styxx “ I’m no servant, nor will I bow to you. Nor will I loose”. The cat still not moving but glaring in anger or what appeared to be anger at this man he figured was deadly but, no that wasn’t why he was glaring finaly at what seemed as hrs but was only 4 minutes long, Yawned unblinkingly at Bucky and let out a yowl/meow and another. “Oh he must be hungry?”

“Doll I don’t think it’s hungry? I think it wants to murder/kill us all right now so he can rule he world!!”. “Nonsense he’s cat they don’t dream of taking over the world or world domination!”. “No!, yeah this one does!”, Sighing and a tinkle of food in a bowl was the next reply before the cat being bored by this stupid game moved on eyes blinking, took off like a shot for his food. Bucky/ Winter let out a cheer for victory!! Winter saying in pleased and honest way said to him “Of course we one, we are the best deadliest assassin and staring person ever we always ““Always”“ win!!. Darcy coming back into the room with freshly washed hands said to all lunch is ready. Everyone moved at once to take there seats, digging into the food and drink, Steve leaning over and whispering for Bucky’s ears alone said “when are you going to make a move, you don’t meet a woman like her every day? nor her cat?” Grunting in annoyance at his bff and concentrating more on the yummy food failed to notice his new enemy at his feet, until the claws pierced his black combat pants and the claws digging into his legs. Not letting any sound out from his mouth glanced down at his foe glaring at the cat in a no! Do that again and I will smite you, Styxx not caring but still glaring at this puny human let out a moew and started to rub on this legs and feet, then tumbled onto the floor and played attack to his shoes. Rolling his eyes went back to his food but as his fork made it’s way to his mouth.

The cat did something he wasn’t aware of jumping onto his lap and paw knocking his hand with the food away and pounced onto his fork and food with gusto! In slow mo letting out a “NO, NOT MY FOOD!!” Cat eating his food, licking his paws and lips from the tasty food looked up at said puny human in a look of revenge and raising it’s eyebrow as if to say I win human! Everyone stopped eating to look at Bucky. In shock “Styxx ate my food!!” “Styxx no bad cat!”. Styxx not caring simply closed his eyes and continued to clean is paws and claws non-caring once finished slowly walked away in his kingly way. Sitting back down after getting another fork said to Darcy “We are going to have a discussion about your cat? especially once we have kids?” Everyone again in shock at the dinning table looked at Darcy, wondering if they missed anything important, like them dating/ are they in a relationship, omg did he propose??? Darcy gaping like a fish and moving her mouth but no sound coming out at all. Leaning over and his pointer touching her jaw to close her mouth winked at her and said “don’t worry I am sure Styxx and I and come up with some sort of arrangement, besides I am very good with cats? Oh and are you free tomorrow night I would like to take you out! You know dancing and romancing you? If that’s alright with you?” All Darcy could say was “Take me, I’m yours! realising what she said with glazed eyes said yes! yes I’m free!” Sam, Rhodey, Tony and Clint all groaned in frustration, Steve, Nat, Jane and Thor and Bruce looked on with beaming smiles and grins as wide as the Cheshire Cat, looked at the men and said Pay up we one the bet!

And that my friend/s is how cat’s are evil, evil little shits, but are cute as buttons, that can and will rule the world!

@bolontiku @always-an-evans-addict @magellan-88 @senselesssamii @littleplebe @this-kitty-has-claws @mee2themoo @mcgregorswench

also RIP CHESTER BENNINGTON (If you need help or someone to talk to Australia call LIFELINE) Not sure the US helpline is?

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pinnacle-or-sinnacle · 7 years

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Okay, So, Let Me Tell You About My Day.

(It wasn’t that great im just tired and dramatic)

So, today our Architect class went on a trip to this convention where we’d be showing off our models and whatnot. The convention was in a castle that is 2 and a half hours away from my school/home town.

I’d love to ay that all of us in the class get along well, but I’m me and people annoy me a lot, so there’s these guy at the back of the bus, playing like, not even the good pop music, it’s all just bass drops and repeated words and ugh. Anyway, they were annoying and boys frustrate me and I kept telling them off bc they were so loud!!! Who needs a speaker on a 30 seater bus??? No one!!!! That’s who!!!! Anyway, we got to the castle (which apparently is one of the most haunted castles in Ireland??? How amazing) and it was super pretty, and it was really cold.

Now when I say cold, I mean cold like we walked in and immediately all started shivering (at this point I just asked the teacher if I could go back to the bus and sleep,, he said no), so we signed in and set up and looked around.

At lunch we sat outside (which was warmer than inside??) and there were cats! And I spent lunch crying over this cat and petting it an everyone was like “ur too emotional u freak” then our teacher came outside and was like (direct quote) “Holy Shit!! A Cat!!!” and then came over and was petting it for the rest of lunch.

Then we headed back in for presentations and pictures. And thankfully, where we were stationed, we were right beside a fireplace, and what was in the fireplace?? Fire!! It was warm and we got to warm our butts. In front of the fire they had lil bench things that u could stand on and it helped warm ur leggies.

So basically for the entirety of the thing I was standing at the fireplace, and at one point I was talking to my friends and my crush, and I was leaning on a friend while standing on the bench (I have good balance, But I was tired ok) but my friends were like “we’re exploring bye!!” and left my crush and I to talk, so I was like, not even caring, “can i lean on u im tired” and he was like “uhh, yea ok?” and then i leaned on him as we chatted abt lego (???)

And Oh My God, he is Such a nerd!! He’s like a dog when they see a squirrel, but instead of squirrels it’s cameras. And as we were talking he kept looking at the guys with the cameras and being like “I wanna go over there.,, see his camera stuff” GOD He’s Such A Nerd!!!!!!!

Anyway that was my day my crush is a nerd and I really Really like him!!! Idk what to do with this lmao

#me abt my crush #rip #personal #jane rambles

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cosmosogler · 7 years

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today when my alarm went off i didn’t want to get up. i got the feeling i was being interrupted, but i can’t seem to remember what i was actually dreaming about. i think it was the same type of dream i’ve been having for the last week or so though...

so i stayed in my room all day. i made some fries for lunch, but got super sick about halfway through eating them. which is a shame, because they took a half hour to prepare.

i did take wiley out for a walk just after dinner. we walked west along the canal for forty minutes, and then walked the forty minutes back to the neighborhood. it felt like maybe fifteen minutes each way, but when i got back the clock said it was after 7, and we had left around 5:40. then i took eve out for a lap around the block.

a few minutes into my walk with wiley my abdomen started hurting really bad, but on the wrong side for it to be my appendix. that kind of sucked but i kept walking and forgot about it after a while. we came across a mysterious dude that i couldn’t see because the sun was right behind him. it was like a big mystery because i could not see his face and it was a little intimidating. he had the campiest accent i’ve ever heard and it was great. he warned me that there was a rattler along the road if we turned left at the small group of houses down the road. i made sure to take the other road when it forked. we didn’t run into any snakes. but we did run into every single cloud of gnats that ever existed both ways.

i thought wiley was getting tired, but when we got home and met with the neighbor’s kid and her friend wiley jumped all over them as soon as he got a little attention. i gave the three dogs cookies when we got inside.

then dad and i went to get thai food. i had about half of mine before i got too sick to keep eating, so i put the leftovers in the fridge for later... that’s the first time i’ve had to do that with thai food. i usually eat it all because it’s so good that it makes eating fun again. but the last few months... it’s been tough even when it’s like the best food.

and then i sat in my room all night. i watched a lot of youtube videos and beat the elite four about 22 times and fiddled with my online profile in the multiplayer pokemon hub thing. now it’s almost 1 again... i didn’t realize how wiped i was after that walk until i sat down and tried to get up again.

while i was writing that first paragraph i heard diogi fall down in the hallway. eve hopped up to check on her right away but i was all tangled up in my headphones and chargers. she was standing when i got to her but she wouldn’t go anywhere. i eventually coaxed her to the stairs and told her to stay while i let the other dogs out. and she did! i asked her if she wanted to go outside and she kind of perked up and waffled at the top of the stairs so i picked her up and carried her down to the back door. she’s not a BIG german shepherd, but, she’s still a german shepherd. i didn’t have trouble while i was carrying her, but after i put her down i realized i was suddenly sweaty and out of breath.

so we hung out outside for a little bit. when we came inside i asked her if she wanted to stay downstairs and wait for dad to get home or come back upstairs with us. she looked at the stairs, then looked at the front door, then sat down. normally i would agree that dogs don’t really understand sentences (even though i talk to them a lot anyway), but she seemed to know what i was saying with eerie clarity. i haven’t heard her come up the stairs, so i guess she did want to stay down there.

i dunno... she always seems so out of it. she looked so betrayed when i got back home after taking both wiley and eve out for walks. i apologized and petted her and she licked my wrist. whenever she walks she just looks so uncoordinated. jake had the same problem when he got old. didn’t help that he also had an ear infection later on that left him permanently unbalanced. he always had his head tilted when he tried to walk anywhere. i miss him a lot. he was so fluffy and gentle and doofy. and bloat is so painful for the dog. i wish he had died in his sleep instead. i always get anxious when i see wiley horsing around right after he eats. that’s the most common cause of bloat. jake’s case was a little more unusual, since by that point he literally couldn’t run or jump, but not unheard of.

thinking about it makes me sad. i miss jake and randi so much. even as i watch genevieve lick her butt all i can think is “i love that dog.” i guess living with eve is kind of like... i think this is what it’s like to love someone unconditionally. or to love your child. i mean yeah when she ate that horse poop it was totally nasty and i didn’t let her lick me for a whole day afterward but there’s still an overwhelming warmth to every memory of her. i love watching her be interested in something. i love that she sits and watches cars go by on our walks but doesn’t try to follow them. i love that she knows exactly how to get out of my grip when i try to give her a bath. i love that it totally blows her mind that our vet is also my uncle and we see him all the time. i love that she checks up on diogi every time she even makes a weird noise. i love how she gently sucks up treats from my hand with her lips so she doesn’t nick my fingers with her teeth and how she loves peanut butter but seems to forget what it is until she has it in her mouth every time i give her some. i love that one time she ate an entire bag of bagels because she loves bread and ever since then we’ve had to hide anything remotely like bread if we’re not actively eating it. i love that when she gets into the food it’s always neatly unwrapped and only the food is gone. i love that the only time she even tried to bite me was when i was splashing around in the pool and she thought i was drowning so she grabbed my arm and pulled me up while i was... hanging on to the edge of the pool and talking to her. i love that one time she didn’t recognize me and started barking when i came downstairs with sunglasses and a funny hat on. i love that she cries when i ask her what’s wrong.

i dunno. i guess that argument with the therapist kind of got to me more than i wanted it to. animals aren’t alive. they only work off instinct and only do something if it has a purpose. yeah right. i’ve heard that attitude before. from my mother.

eve is like the only living thing in the world i trust to never hurt me on purpose no matter what. and i would never do the same to her either. actually she could probably literally bite me and i would still love her more than anyone else.

sorry i talked about dogs for 30 minutes again. they are my life. i feel like i can’t do anything for myself when i feel so awful, but i can take care of the dogs. and by taking care of them i am sort of taking care of myself, at least in the “i am currently alive and not dead and also i maybe showered today and went outside for a few minutes” sense. and “since the dogs are eating i may as well eat something too.”

i miss my grandparents. i should spend more time with them. we’re playing bunco again on monday at least. but... mom and my roommate’s mom are coming along this time. i don’t want to play dice with my mother. when gramma jokes about her luck it’s charming, but with mom it’s... not charming. i mean, we all laugh at our own jokes. that runs in the family. but mom’s jokes are kind of, cruel at worst and awkward at best?

i’m kind of frustrated with her right now. she always tells me to just try harder, but she is miserable at her job and does nothing about it. she’s been talking about quitting for like five years. the business isn’t doing well and she’s STILL not quitting and finding a better/less stressful/closer to home job. i guess it’s frustrating because she has the power to actually DO something about her situation and she just never does! she tells me it’s because she has to pay for my and my sister’s and soon my brother’s college tuitions, but with her experience and contacts it really wouldn’t be that hard to find another secure job and move to that one immediately upon quitting her old one. she has nothing nice to say about any of her coworkers except andy. but everyone likes andy. even i like andy.

maybe i shouldn’t say “i’m frustrated with her right now.” i’ve been frustrated with her since i started to understand words. at least with my biological father it’s hard to be frustrated with him because, like, he’s not around and it’s mostly because mom ditched him. and i guess after his mom’s funeral we’ve kind of come to a mutual understanding that neither of us is really ever going to reach out to the other. and i think we’re both ok with that. he does the same “silent internal screaming” thing i do when he’s stressed. that probably drove mom up the wall. and my dad is hard to be frustrated with because it’s like being frustrated with a small child. it doesn’t get you anywhere and they pick up on it and get mad and you almost feel like they don’t know any better.

it’s kind of silly that i have so many extra parents and i don’t like ANY of them. understanding glenn doesn’t mean i like him any more than i’d like any other acquaintance, as fascinating as it is to see someone who acts uncannily like me. understanding mom just makes me kind of hate her. understanding dad just makes me tired.

oh, my pokemon are done on poke pelago. i’m going to start a new round and go to bed i think... it’s been almost an hour since i started writing. man, i really didn’t want to stay up past 1 again.

dang, no moonstones. oh well.

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latitudelongitudegratitudein · 7 years

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M.A.S.H at 27

M.A.S.H.

Mansion, Apartment, Shack and House

I don’t know any decent millennial that didn’t play MASH growing up, who wouldn’t want to predict their future on a piece of paper? In Mexico (I am a born and raised Mexican), we’d switch the apartment for a trash can because that can actually happen back home–but hey! It can happen here too, just substitute the trash can for a camping tent for two in your friendliest neighborhood, Skid Row. I remember one of the five times I’ve shit myself was when I wandered around Downtown LA in the company of me, myself and my shadow and ended up in Skid Row with 2% battery life on my phone. But, that’s a story for another day.

Back to Mexican MASH. You could end up living in a trash can, so the stakes were high as fuck. I mean we were talking about our future! Playing MASH, you find out who will you marry, the number of babies you’re gonna pop out, the kind of car you will drive, the pets you will have, and your job. Most importantly (drum roll please), the age you will be by the time you amass all those goodies. That number was everything–mine was 24. ALWAYS. I had that number engraved in my brain (finger and uterus), I was going to be happily married by 24, live in a mansion, drive a Lamborghini Diablo (yeah whatever, I was 10 years old, don’t judge me), have 7 kids, 10 dogs, be a vet/model, have the most handsome husband, and a big fucking rock on my finger to prove it. Everything by 24 because M.A.S.H said so.

Introducing Mr. and Mrs…insert record scratch. Nope that didn’t happen. I am 27 and have reached the point that the idea that I haven’t found the love of my life yet doesn’t traumatize me anymore. (I was severely traumatized, I’m talking pre-marital PTSD, as in started having panic attacks at 23 because I KNEW I had failed and would end up alone with 25 alley cats. I fucking hate cats) I wish I could time travel and tell my 20 year-old self “relax bitch” or even better, tell my 9 year old self, who is probably alive right now in some parallel universe, that MASH doesn’t mean anything. Being married at 24 doesn’t equal success and that I’d put my index finger over my luscious, prepubescent lips and tell her “hush my child”, you don’t have to worry. (If the butterfly effect is real, I may be saving her a lot of trouble).

I also remember I thinking that MASH was a commitment that I made to myself–a promise. If you know me, you know I keep all my promises. I promised I would walk down the aisle, filthy rich and happily ever after at 24. Period.

Growing up, I remember constantly thinking about being 24, I knew that in 2014 I would cross a magical threshold that would lead me straight to happiness, hand in hand with my Leonardo DiCaprio look alike husband. (That has changed too. I’m now looking for Ben Dalhaus’ doppelgänger).

In middle school and high school, I noticed my friends had superpowers, they could find boyfriends anywhere and for some reason I just didn’t. My superpower was being unboyfriendable. They were like Wonder Woman (secretly dating Superman) and I was like Catwoman doomed to remain in the shadows. (Fuck there go those cats again).

In my mind, I thought it was because I was not pretty and there was something wrong with me (The real reason being I never gave anyone a real chance and I was to busy making out with tons of boys to prove myself I wasn’t ugly. Don’t get me wrong I did it because that was super fun too). Those days turned me into the amazing kisser that I am today.

Sidebar: It’s funny how I see pictures of me at 14 and think, “ Nope you weren’t that bad. It was just the horrors of puberty passing by and there is nothing that a hairstylist and wax strip wouldn’t have fixed”. Mind you I slicked my hair back with shit tons of gel just like Michael Corleone from the Godfather (it was a thing at my school ‘kay).

See below a picture of me at and Lorenza at 13.

“ My glorious days as a member of the Corleone-Kahlo clan.”

10 years later, all “grown-up” playing with fireworks. Te amo Lorenz

I eventually took matters into my own hands when my mom told me I was too young to wax my eyebrows. She’d only let me wax my uni-brow. Yep, as a proud descendant of Frida Kahlo. By taking matters in my own hands I mean freeze framing on Elisha Cuthbert while watching The Girl Next Door and copying her eyebrow shape (just a piece of advice if you are a Latina and your eyebrows are bushy as fuck don’t go copying porn star eyebrows). Really you should just imagine Bert from Sesame Street shooting for Jessica Rabbit’s eyebrows. Not good. I managed to have shaped eyebrows–squares are a shape right?

So yeah the years went and I left my days as a member of the Corleone Clan behind by high school my hair style and eyebrows recovered.

One day at 18, I felt a little better about myself and actually thought “okay maybe I can land someone”. I tried to be open to meeting someone but no one really came. It’s as if I left the bread crumbs for the guy to find me and he decided he was going no carb. I mean boys came, but not looking for something serious. I guess those were the vibes I put out, but deep down I just wanted to be asked out on a nice date, and not lured onto the dance floor for a make out sesh.

At some point I asked one of my best friends with superpowers if she thought I’d be single forever. She didn’t so but explained that nightclubs weren’t the best place to meet the kind of boys I wanted to date. That always stuck with me.

I began to understand how the clubbing scene wasn’t such an ideal place to meet someone. It’s a hub of predators ready to pounce on their prey. Let me clarify by saying that I don’t think wanting to “get some” at a club makes you a bad person (coming from the biggest predator I know), it makes you a visibly horny person. So “aha” moment–meet boys in other places.

Days as a young 20 year-old predator. Very proud of my fake ID and my almost exposed private parts.

Ever since then, I thought I’d meet him at a museum, frolicking at the beach, or maybe at the library (but that would mean I’d have to physically get my books instead of using The Prime). Honestly, most guys I’ve seen in public libraries either look like they just pissed their pants, are part of a gang or are serial masturbators. (Look at me judging a book by its cover…I know, I know, I’m being superficial. I’m working on my flaws). However, I do spend a lot of time at Barnes and Noble fantasizing about some guy walking up to me and striking up a conversation about the book I’m reading. Afterwards, he pins me against the bookshelves and kisses me senseless.

In all my fantasies, the guys had to HURRY THE FUCK up because I needed my ring by 24. I was held hostage by the 10 pieces of paper I saved in my third grade pencil case that read M.A.S.H.

I had another dream where a guy would show up at my door professing his love for me, but I was usually awakened by Carl asking me if I’d ordered the thin crust Hawaiian pizza from Domino’s. He is the most stable relationship I’ve had in my life and I am totally okay with that.

Enough about my fantasies and Carl (he’s mine, so don’t think about luring him to your door with an order). My point is that throughout my early 20’s I felt like the guy who ended up with me would think his luck was mediocre at best, and I that should consider myself lucky that someone would actually see some value in me. But I held on to what MASH said–that I would have my huge ass mansion and shiny things. MASH kept me distracted from focusing on myself and my non-existent self-esteem (it’s kinda sad but true). I don’t believe that anymore and I am okay with being alone because I have the privilege of my own company and newsflash I am fun as fuck.

By 27:

* I am nowhere near having a rock adorn my finger that’s okay. For the longest time I tortured myself thinking I would end up alone because there was something fundamentally wrong with me. I kept blaming myself for not being pretty enough or good enough to have a boyfriend. But, that isn't true. It took a lot of work and I changed the perception about me. Im capable of many things, there isn't anything wrong with me and I am at peace.

* The asshole depression that stole my personality and started creeping on me at 23 (aka panic attacks) is finally gone. I am not scared anymore. The panic attacks no longer seize control of my mind or my body.

* Now I see that meeting the love of your life isn’t all there is to life. Loving yourself and your life is vital to your happiness.

* I don’t get frustrated when I see all my friends getting engaged, pregnant, or married. (Not that in the past I wasn’t fucking stoked to see my friends walk down the aisle, but there were moments when I felt like “ Omg. Catwoman, you have failed, what if it’s the same story from high school played over and over again? Everyone gets married while I get drunk and make out with their younger cousins in the bathroom” Yeah it sounds amazing but after a certain age a hot mess isn’t cute anymore. There’s an expiration date for that shit). I’m getting rid of my Catwoman costume (burn baby burn).

* Turns out 27 was the magic number after all. Three years after the deadline I break a lifelong promise to my 9-year-old self and I couldn’t be freer. I can see that I am a keeper and he will come when the time is right (I believe that to be true and not just a generic line people say to sound hopeful). I used to be super bitter about it. Today, I can only work on becoming a better person.

I am actually grateful for everything I have been through because it has taught me a lot about myself and now I know I am wiser and I will choose better things for me; Including a stable relationship with a nice bro ( Sorry Carl, it’s not you, it’s me)

Funny enough the definition of Mash is:

Reducing (Something) to a uniform mass by crushing it. Thanks Wikipedia. Yeah, I got owned and crushed by it.

So yeah, I recently ripped all the M.A.S.H’s I had saved for 16 years to pieces (I save everything and no I won’t have a separate entry for compulsive hoarding). I tore MASH a new one. And with that a new meaning came to light…

M.A.S.H. is just B.U.L.L.S.H.I.T

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