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Summertime Magic XII

A/N: I'M BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. I know it has been a very long time, like years, but I have been going through a lot of stuff like depression, panic attacks, and just an all-around mess. BUT I AM BACK AND HERE TO STAY.

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Warning: No warning but ... nope, you gotta read it.

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Word Count: 2665

“Of course, baby. Especially after that. You basically fought for me and you still looked beautiful doing that shit. You’re a queen for sure, always have. Always will be”, N’Jadaka kissed her perfectly bandaged knuckles and lied his head into her chest again. “And you will always be my king, baby boy.” She straddled his lap kissing his forehead and was startled by him pulling them down to the bed so she lied on the bed and he was on top. “I love you, my queen.”

“I love you, my king.”

They began to kiss and get intimate as their chains sat in a dish together, sunken in a cleaner to get rid of all the blood they drew together as a team, in the distance.

“Daka, have you seen my keys”, Y/N asked as she looked through the multiple purses of her home while N’Jadaka was in the kitchen washing dishes. “Nah, baby. I haven’t. Did you check ya jeans you wore last night?”

“That was the first thing I checked, baby”, Y/N walked out of her bedroom wearing a camel-toned satin pencil skirt with a black turtleneck and matching heels; her hair was laid with a seamless 1B lace front wig cut into a bob, left side tucked behind her ear. Daka turned his head in her direction and started to walk up to her. “Look at my queen, looking like she looking.” He wrapped his arms around her and began kissing her neck. “Baby, I gotta go”, Y/N said as she pouted. Daka growled in her ear and said “Nah, you don’t” before smacking her plush bottom. Y/N felt all heated up but knew the business had to be dealt with at the shop. It had been a month and the team was finally chosen, eight nail techs, four barbers and beauticians, and a whole lot more. “Aht aht. None of that. Momma got to go have this business meeting, my love. And besides, don’t you have to be at the center today anyway.”

“Ah, shit. You right”, N’Jadaka said as he dried his hands off. The grand opening was in a week for the center and everything had to be perfect. “Shuri been bugging me about that. The fam was supposed to be all here, but T is in New York, M is in the ATL and Shuri is gonna be in Florida opening the other centers.” Y/N listened as she grabbed ice-cold water from the fridge; she noticed her keys were by the door. “Well, they are here in spirit. OK, I will see you tonight for dinner, right?”

“Oh, for sure. It’s at Leslie’s?” Y/N nodded as she smiled and said, “yes and you can meet my Godson, Izaiah.” N’Jadaka grinned adding, “I can’t wait to meet little man, baby. I know he is gonna be a good kid.” She looked at him as she walked back to the door. “Well, my baby is very much on the shy side. It would take a while for him to get warmed up to you.”

“What is he into? Like coloring, video games, what?”

“Eh, a little bit of everything. But I gotta go. Love you, baby”, and like that she was gone. N’Jadaka looked at his watch and ran off to the room to get ready. He looked over what he chose to wear again to make sure, a black sweater with matching slacks and loafers. When he was finished, he heard some movement in his living room. With his Navy tactic instincts, he listened carefully as he crept in. Suddenly, something told him to grab and pull which he did. He pulled down a slightly heavy object and flipped it over his shoulder; when he looked to see what or who it was, his older cousin chuckled heartedly. “T, what the Hell? You scared the fuck outta me!”

“I am sorry, cousin N’Jadaka. I thought it would be an amazing surprise to see your dear cousin.” The cousins dear their royal salute and chuckled at how T’Challa startled the Prince. “I thought you were in the Big Apple. Go ahead and sit. Get comfortable”, Daka said as he heads to the kitchen. As T’Challa sat on the couch, N’Jadaka asked “you want anything while I’m in here, cuz.”

“Water will be fine. I see you added a few new pictures around, dear cousin.” T’Challa had lifted up the golden framed picture and grinned; it was a photo of N’Jadaka and Y/N at what seemed to be a wedding. He wore a navy suit with a white button-down and his hair braided back; she wore a beautiful, tasteful burgundy sheer gown with her hair in a low bun and golden jewelry. As he placed the photo down, N’Jadaka handed him his water and sat on the armchair near the couch. “Well, Y/N will be a beautiful princess one day and from Shuri’s mouth, she is quite the woman. She could not stop speaking highly of her once she came back.” N’Jadaka leaned back into his chair and agreed to say “yeah, my baby is something special.” T’Challa sipped from his bottle and noticed his cousin grinning into space. As he leaned to place his bottle on a lonely coaster, he asked “well, when will you tell her you are THE prince of Wakanda?”

N’Jadaka side-eyed his cousin and uttered “it’s not the right time, T. One day, but not now.” T’Challa lay back on the couch and folded his leg over his other knee. “If you love Y/N then why hide who you REALLY are? You are the Prince of Wakanda and a part of one of the wealthiest families, there is. You live in a lavish part of California near the hills and you have an underground garage for cars. How does she not know or expect you are basically worth trillions?” N’Jadaka leaned forward, elbows knees, and said “she been busy with her shop, and besides, I don’t want her to end up being like every woman I have been with. Cuz, I had multiple women claiming I gave them a baby but how can I do that as a virgin? What we got pregnant orally”; this made T’Challa laugh and boom around the area. “Ah, yes. You are talking about Ashley, Veronica, and Francesca.”

“Yeah, those ‘women’ only wanted to take pictures and pretend it was their shit. I’m just glad Shuri can hack people’s phones and whatnot. But I just gotta make sure Y/N is really the one, T. That’s all.” N’Jadaka looked at the time on his phone and placed it on the table; T’Challa noticed the picture on the screen of the couple. “I have 20/20 vision, Prince N’Jadaka, so that means I can clearly see that she is the one you will marry and have multiple babies with. I have yet to meet her but Shuri has told me nothing but good things about her. You should not doubt that she isn’t. Father has taught you that before he passed away.”

“I know but-“

“Aht aht, no buts, Prince. Y/N is the only. I can see it already.”

“I agree with your cousin, N’Jadaka”, N’Jadaka heard coming from the secret elevator. There he stood’ 6’5, around 250 or more in brown dress pants, wool turtleneck, and suede slipper. N’Jadaka stood and gave his good friend brotherly love. “Baku, you look good man. I see you not dressing like a hobo anymore”; M’Baku laughs while he faked like he was going to hit him in the gut. “I wanted to come to visit before my trip to Trinidad for a month or so. I had to see about this overly flashy garage of yours but also to hear about the lovely Y/N in person.”

“You tryna ease up on my lady, bro?”

“Her, no. A sister, twin or cousin that looks exactly her, yes most definitely”, M’Baku said matter of factly while the men looked at one another. “Well, MY baby is that shop handling business and away from you, horn ball”. Suddenly, the door opened and the men turned to see a woman coming in. “Come in, Leslie. We can get the-"; the ladies stopped when the N’Jadaka was with two men. “Oh, hey baby. I am so sorry. I came to get the paperwork for my employees. We can wait until you’re done.” N’Jadaka walked to her and hugged Leslie, and gave his lady a kiss on the forehead. “Never apologize, baby girl. That is why I gave you the key to come and go as you please. I wanna introduce you to my friend, M’Baku, and my cousin, T’Challa.” When Y/N looked at Leslie, she smiled, and waved at the two then looked between her and N’Jadaka. “While y’all talk, Ima go to the back and look for those papers”, Leslie said as she fixed her power suit and gave the men slight bows to pass by; M’Baku watched as she passed by and waited until she disappeared. “Is she attached to anyone”, M’Baku asked and Y/N smiled. “Married actually with a child if I may add.” M’Baku held his head down in defeat as a joke as T’Challa smacked him on the chest and made his way over to Y/N. “Hello, Y/N. It is finally nice to meet you in person and now I see what Shuri said about your beauty is truth.”

“She is very sweet and telling by your accent like Shuri’s is that you are actually born and raised in Wakanda”; T’Challa looked at N’Jadaka to see that his eyes squinted right before Y/N looked at where he changed into a smiley expression. “Yes, I sure am.”

“Ooo, how is it? I’ve heard it's beautiful. I tried looking up pictures, but I couldn’t find any pictures.”

“Well, that is because we are like a very private location. You know, to keep intruders-.”

“And colonizers”, N’Jadaka said cutting of T’Challa. T’Challa looked at N’Jadaka before looking back at Y/N. “I guess he is right.” They heard Leslie’s heels click against the ground and turned with the files in hand. “Alright, girly. Let’s get a move on. We got lost to do tonight.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you both. I guess I will see more of you soon��, Y/N said and T’Challa nodded. Leslie touched N’Jadaka’s shoulder and said, “see you tomorrow night, and don’t forget the drinks.”

“Bye, my baby”, Y/N said before Leslie gently pushed her out and closed the door. N’Jadaka smiled at the door before M’Baku asked “so, her friend. Is that a real situation with her husband and child or”, with a mouth full of washed, crunchy celery; the men looked at him as he shrugged and kept eating.

THE NEXT NIGHT

Y/N stepped out of the bathroom in nothing, but an all-black bra and panty set staring at two outfit options; a light blue jean dress with a matching jacket a brand new black Timberlands that N’Jadaka bought, or a yellow sundress and sandals. N’Jadaka was in the mirror standing there in a white tee and black combat cargo. He peeked over at Y/N holding up the outfit up to her frame as she looked in the mirror. He leaned against the door frame and looked over her outfit. “Ain’t it too cold to wear a dress. It’s like 50 degrees outside and besides, they said to be comfortable and warm since we are eating in the backyard.”

“Yeah but it’s pretty.”

“Yes, it’s very pretty and you are beautiful, but I don’t want you catching a cold because it’s ‘cute.’ What about jeans, basic with a jacket and ya Timbs.” She turned to look at what he wore and up & down saying “you tryna be twins again, big head.” He walked up to her with hands in his pockets and smiled. “I mean, Ima be warm so I’m just saying that my fit choice makes sense.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, making her smile, and she told him “tell you what? What if I wear one of your long sleeve white tees, black jeans with the boots, and my jean vest.”

“Eh, I don’t know”, he said being goofy and it made her hit his forehead softly and he laughed. “So rough. Aight aight fine BUT if you get cold do NOT, AND I do mean DO NOT ask for my jacket, little lady”; she held up her pinky and said, “pinky promise.” He rolled his eyes and he cuffed their fingers together. Soon, she got dressed before doing her hair in a large bun on her head and looked in the mirror, quietly admitting that she actually looked better than this in her jean dress; they hopped in the car and were off. As Y/N led them to the location, they looked around the neighborhood, full of white people and huge houses. N’Jadaka shook his head while observing the people watching their car pass by. Once they finally pulled up, he turned off the car and reached behind him to the backseat, and grabbed his jean jacket along with the bottle of alcohol for the small dinner party. Before he got out he looked at Y/N’s left hand as she applied lip gloss and checked her hair; he stared at the hand with new jewelry before he asked “ya ready, baby?”

“Yeah, ready”; he walked over to her side to open the door, help her out and close the door before wrapping his arm around her waist as they walked. Before she rang the bell, Y/N could hear giggles and pitter-patter passing by inside which made Y/N chuckle. “Leslie is chasing around Izaiah before dinner. It makes him eat a lot which means he will be tired by ten.”

“He goes to bed at ten?”

“If they are lucky. That little boy can get so much energy that he won’t be able to sleep until four.” The door soon opened and revealed Monte smiling big and pulling Y/N into his arm and lifting her up into a big hug. “Monteeeee, ugh. Put me down, you big dummy”, Y/N said as she laughed before Monte put her down. Monte held his arms up and said “welcome to our crib. JD, it’s good to see you again brotha, man”, he said as he gave him a brotherly handshake. “Thanks for inviting me, man.”

“Ah, don’t mention. If you dealing with Y/N, you deserve some love over here”, he stood to the side as they walked in. The ceiling was tall with a silver tinted chandelier that hung midway, two levels of stories, and an archway on both sides of the home. “Whoa, bro. This is a HUGE house”, Y/N said as she looked around; N’Jadaka just did the same, but he knew in his head that his place was bigger, she just didn’t know about it. They heard the giggles and laughs getting closer when a three-year-old toddler ran their way and Y/N scooped him up. “Got ya, stinky butt”, she said before lifting him into the air and blowing a raspberry on his belly. Leslie walked around the corner out of breath and said “hey, y’all. As y’all can see, the little troublemaker was tryna make a getaway.” Y/N held him on her hip while he cuddles into her and said “he should know that when TT is here, it is a wrap”; she tickled his stomach loving his little giggle. N’Jadaka looked over to Leslie and said “hey, I brought the drinks.”

“Okay, cool. I’ll show you the kitchen so we can chill them”, Leslie said as she walked past the group after kissing her husband and son. Once the pair walked into the kitchen, he saw the oakwood countertop and black-white patterned tile ground. “This is nice as fuck. It really is nice, Lez. No cap.”, he said as got to the fridge caressing the dark steel fridge that matched the coffee machine, microwave, and stove/oven. “Thanks, we got them from this appliance shop down the way. You can sit down while they go out. I think we should talk.” N’Jadaka sat on one of the barstools at the island placing his jacket down and Leslie pass the water bottle to him; he opened it and began drinking.

“So what you wanna talk about? If this is about M’Baku, I apologize. He's wild as fuck I swear. Do you mind if I grab an apple?” She washed one off and handed it to him with a smile. He nodded as he bit into at how delicious it was heard:

“Ndiyazi ukuba ungubani kanye kanye ... iNkosana N'Jadaka (I know who you really are... Prince N'Jadaka),” Leslie said, causing him to cough from the shock and looked up; noticing her brow raise, folded arms and slight grin, hips leaning against the counter.

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vacationship · 4 months

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"About the Blogger" meme

Aw thank you for tagging me @happylikeasadsong and @currymanganese . Belatedly getting around to this.

Star Sign(s): Cancer sun, Cancer moon, Taurus rising. Water and earth, yo! It gets muddy over here. A decent amount of fire and air in my whole chart, too.

Favorite Holidays: Christmas, it's the lights and Ave Maria and Joy to the World what can I say.

Last Meal: Burmese mango chicken and coconut rice with browned coconut flakes on top of the rice. Delish! I would eat that coconut rice every day, just by itself. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Current Favorite Musician: First Aid Kit is a current favorite, love sister duos. Khruangbin has been an obsession for awhile.

Last Music Listened To: Monster Rally. Lately I need no lyrics. Just take me away please. Into the stars, into the universe.

Last Movie Watched: well the fam bam was out of the house so I took advantage to leisurely wrap presents, sip my bevvie, and watch not one but two xmas movies back to back. Last Christmas and Love Hard. Both were fun! Last Christmas: it got me at being an homage to George Michael songs the whole way through. Love Hard: catfishing turned love story, okaaaayy, I'm with you. These holiday romcoms though, wince, cringe, love you/hate you.

Last TV Show Watched: I finally started Pen15 and it is EEK watching these adult actors play this young age so well, it is so wild. I'm also slowly watching Only Murders in the Building (do I like it? I think so… Selena Gomez is killin it and I gotta say I love her makeup line) and also Not Dead Yet (hmm, didn't realize there was a death theme). I just really enjoy Gina Rodriguez and it’s a fun sitcom and makes me miss Jane the Virgin.

Randomly found Crashing from 2016—Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s writing had me belly laughing in a few spots and I almost want to say I'd have preferred this show to continue with another season than Flea Bag getting two seasons, which I rewatched a few eps of to remind myself and compare with Crashing, and while FB was such a good show that got acclaim, like Crashing is sort of the funnier prequel (for PWB?) with an ensemble cast? And fuckin Jonathan Bailey is in it? Both lead characters played by PWB are annoying af to me, probably in a good way.

I hope to get through all these but the Bear has me fixated.

Last Book/Fic Finished: Ok well let me pull out my dusty kindle now to see what I last read. All really good recent reads: If I Survive You, True Biz, Black Cake, Kindred, the Book of Form and Emptiness, the Island of Sea Women. Okay, I feel I need another worthy book to maybe offset my Sydcarmy obsession. These were good books. Books are good. Note to self: read a book!!!!!!!

Last Book/Fic Abandoned: I'm a mama, I can't tell you what fics I like best and which I abandoned!?!? I love all your fics my sydcarmys and honestly I want to read more. Last book I abandoned: What Fresh Hell is This. It's a funny and serious book about menopause that I started reading it to see if I could recommend to a client because I haven't been througu it, but I just can't yet. Glad it's out there tho. One day.

Currently Reading: Nothing. I'm waiting for something good. I need something good. I'm afraid to start more sydcarmy fics because then I won't sleep til 3am.

Last Thing Researched for Art/Writing/Hyperfixation: Never you mind

Favorite Online Fandom Memory: Being in an online fandom is actually pretty new for me, I’m sort of an oldie and I’ve been missing out. Just finding the sydcarmy tag has been revolutionary. It’s so fun, mind blowing, brain rotting, and I respect y’all so much.

Favorite Old Fandom You Wish Would Drag You Back In/Have A Resurgence: Since I mentioned it already: Jane the Virgin, and I'm guessing it had a divided ship fandom, and I could personally never decide who I liked best for Jane even though SPOILERS I knew Rafael was endgame. I hated what they did to Michael, HATED it. (SPOILERS let him RIP.) Not saying I’d want a resurgence, more that I wish I’d been there because I was so alone in my angst over obvious endgame guy versus so much unexpected chemistry with the other guy and they like worked that into the show and made me wonder if they were gonna change their minds about who was endgame? That was enticing and nerve wracking. Also I ship the three generations of women and, Rogelio with himself, but with Xiomara, too.

Favorite Thing You Enjoy That Never Had an Active or Big "Fandom" but You Wish It Did: I don't know. I really want to have a good answer. I was not here. I seriously thought tumblr was a dating app for like the longest time. What a dummy. I needed this.

Tempting Project You're Trying to Rein In/Don't Have Time For: I am my own tempting project.

#sydcarmy

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bonniethebun · 1 year

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Im liking the hang of this so i present you the boys+

Latinx! Yuu and new years agüeros .

You wonder, since this world has Magic, does the agüeros or Lucky charms you do for the new years be more effective ? Would the boys like to do some ?.

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It was almost winter break, people were just waiting for the semesters notes to finally pack and go back home for the season.

For you holiday season meant partying in the frontyard of your house with your family, this year however you were without a home to go Back to, but didnt lose your costums and invited the people you talked the most with, 18 people where kinda of a lot, but you made It clear you"ll cover dinner and a round of drinks, that they should bring some appetizers or desserts.

Even if It took you all morning you made dinner in time, and even had time to groom yourself a bit more, the mini party was going great

_ So what are you all doing for the holidays and new years ? Asked Kalim.

Some were excited, some weren't the pleased with the idea of spending the vacations with family

_ First we gotta pass the semester tho

_ Aw common Ace, dont make our Dorm look bad

_ Im not ! Im just saying the truth, not that i rather stay here than with the fam toasting frot the new year

_ you actually drink ?

_ obviously not ,but you know, It' a new years and its the tradition

_ that's a weird tradition_ replied jack

_ what do you mean weird ?

_ he means its the that its not traditional at sunset savannah_ butted in ruggie _ we normally have some festivals for the new season

You came back from the kitchen and the topic perked Up your interest, so you asked while serving plates with some help

_ you guys have agüeros ?

The question left the room silent

_ ague what

_ agüeros, special thingies for new year or festivities

_ like i said we have sum at home

_ queendom May note have, but the winter parade is pretty good _ commented Trey

_ Briar valley May not be as vivid but we do have our special day back home_ added Lilia

_ that most be nice, new year IS not that Big a deal undewater

_ quite to contrary for us, underworld takes It seriously

_ same for scalding sands !!!

seen you kept being interrupted you raised the voice a bit

_That's not what i meant, agüeros are more like Lucky charms for festivities, like holding a Horseshoe upside down for good luck

_ we get It potato, but seems like we dont have any

_ That's a shame, that's what i love most about winter season, some are fun.

_ fun ?

_ yeah, in my home theres a lot to manifiest things for your new Up coming year

_ tell me more Prefect _ plead Kalim

_ Well, theres this one, if you run around your block with a suitcase when the clock hits 12'clock in new years, you may travel Next year

_ that's sounds tots awesome, i might steal that one.

_ theres the jar one, Maybe the sands boys know It, you take a jar and fill It with rice, beans, other grains and top It with a strand of wheat and leave It at the dinner table so theres prosperity and abundance for the home

_ sorry, havent Heard of it

_ but It sounds fun ! We should try It jamil

_ ooh my mom always did the twelve grapes

_ twelve ? As in the months ?

_ Yep, you have to eat them minutes before midnight and make whishes

_ i dont get it

_ Do i have to baby explain It to you Ace ?

_ EXPLAIN YOUSELF BETTER.

_Its not that hard !! You have 12 grapes for 12 months, in new years before minutes before midnight, you eat a grape and make a wish until you finish them

_ does It work ?

_ i mean i dont like grapes, but it has worked for my mama

_ you sure do a lot for just a day

_ that's not half of It, my favorite its the underwear one

The explanation guided them to a groupal reaction, It was priceless, now you really caught them offguard

_ WHAT DO YOU MEAN UNDERWEAR, HUMAN !

_ Why would tha be your favorite ?!

_ Who would have said you were so weird herbívore

_ y"all better chill It, its a harmless costume, the tradition says in the day of new year, you wear a specific color of underwear to call for different Lucks, i think White for peace, red for romance and Green for friendship ? The only one in 100 sure is yellow undies are for getting Lucky with money. The other one, actually i think i have It done upstairs, be back in a minute. You left for a second

_ i"ll not tolerate bad table manners, clean your plates ! Im talking to you Trapolla

_ what do you mean me ??

You quickly came down running with a medium size doll, dressed in clothes that seamed like the Headmage's but torn apart ?

_ Prefect, that would'nt be ... Voodoo... is It ?

_ nono these is a Año viejo, or old year

_ then what does It do

_ you dress up a doll in old clothes, then burn It, along all the hardships of the year you had so you can start the new one fresh as a Lettuce. Normally It would be scarecrow sized but this small one works

_ Why the headmages clothes tho ?

_ im not answering that.

By the end of the night, they left with something learned, and something in mind.

¿ Which one should they do ?

Heartslabyul

Riddle: he is not the type to believe or make use of charms, even if he did he was at home, WITH HIS MOTHER, none the less he wantend to try the old year one, he really wanted to be better year by year, so he made AN excuse to do an errand when he sneaked off with Trey to burn a little doll, Even Chenya tagged on

Trey: The bakery is usually busy around holiday season, since they were easy, he put Up with his siblings the little jar and met Up with riddle

Cate: when he's home he's more close Up, even if since their older her sister's doesnt bother him as much he still has the habit of not doing ANYTHING to give them a reason to ridicule him. Still if he did, he would do the suitcase one

Deuce: since its just his mom and him the festivities are not that Big, but dor that same reason, this year he went and ran around the block with a suitcase, his wish Being able to have a nice vacation trip with his mother.

Ace: he tought about doing one, but he couldn't decide and his parents put him on dinner duty, ended up using red underwear, just in case

Savannahclaw

Leona: He doesnt have the time nor he cares about this charms, but the idea of simply burning away your bad experiences of the whole year had such a good ring to It he kinda consider it

Ruggie: after your explanation he carefully rectify his closet for yellow underwear, It would be a shame if It worked and he missed the chance. When he got home he took would he could, a left over of a bag of beans full fist of rice, and layer It in a cup, his granny asked him what was that and after he told her, she went for a little bit more of rice, they both really wished for abundance in their little home

Jack: He didnt really had much to choose from, he didnt want to burn something, his sibling can get hurt, grapes kinda felt bad for canines, so he opted for the suitcase one, when her little sister's an brother Saw him take off they ran after him, then they asked what was that about they whinned for not being told, both took a backpack and ran again.

Octavinille

Azul: even if the tried to be sneak, the twins Saw him leave to a trip for the mall and come back with a box from a cloth store, he really did went and bought the yellow boxers first thing

Jade & Floyd: Floyd wanted to do the old year one for the sole porpuse of burnin something bu they didnt allow him to, since Jade wanted to travel more he did the suitcase one, Floyd joined him and made It a race

Scarabia

Kalim & Jamil: being in the same House hold they had to accompany eachother.

Kalim told this fam and they kinda like the idea, the rooms were with vases filled with dry beans and stuff, and the al sims ordered grapes of every one. Namja was weirded by the subtle frown his brother had while eating the grapes as he made his 12 wishes

Pomefiore:

Vil & Rook: the day after the party, Rook gave the idea that both of them sid the grape one, knowing that was the only one he would do

Epel: first thing he did was told his grandma about the old year one, since he explain It a bit diffrently she like It and did the scarecrow as Big s they could

Ignihyde

Ortho & Idia: the younger one right a away did calculations to do every single one, a bit heart broken Idia told him that they might have to Settle down to at least 1, so they both picked the grape one.

Diasomnia

All of them:

Malleus wanted to do as many as he could but knowing It was a bit difficult, Sebek wasnt a fan of a human tradition buy Lilia still encorage him to pick some

they started by burning a small doll in a part of the Castle where no one would notice, they ate the grapes

all It took was Malleus making a comment about how he would like to to the suitcase one Cuz he also wished to be able to travel more, Next thing you ser see is Sebek running around for him

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Dont know if any latines would se this but i know my fellow latinas would get these one, kida should have done It before new years but better late than never

#twisted wonderland #twst ortho #twst x reader #twst vil #twisted wonderlandxreader #heartslaybul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia

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laylaackles · 5 months

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Meet The Fam(Dean Fluff)

Today was the day your family was celebrating Thanksgiving. All of your aunts and uncles, and cousins were there. Your parents and grandparents had prepared a big feast.

Today was also going to be Dean's first time meeting your family. He was very nervous. You don't come from a hunter family. So Dean can't necessarily be himself. The two of you met on a dating app and immediately hit it off.

You were the first girl he actually felt a real connection with since Lisa. You were home to him. He didn't dare let you hunt. You helped research, but he didn't let you go on cases. You're too precious to him. He can't lose you.

"Do I look okay?" He asked.

"You look perfect, Dean."

He was so worried about impressing your family. He almost wore one of his fed suits. But you assured him that nobody in your family would be dressed up.

He picked out a simple red flannel, his nicest jeans, and a black t-shirt. So technically, it was his normal outfit, but he'd also combed his hair and made sure he wore the cologne he knew you loved.

"You really don't have to do all this for my family. Trust me, my cousin Allison, she's gonna come looking like a homeless person. Her kids probably will, too. They don't give a shit. If anyone in my family tries to look remotely nice, it's me."

"I just want them to like me." He said.

"They will, Dean. I love you, so they will, too."

You smiled reassuringly at him as you walked up to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

"We gotta go now." You said, breaking for air.

"Fine." He said.

*time skip*

You and Dean arrived around 11 am. Your grandma always had the food ready at 12 pm. So it was more of a Thanksgiving lunch than dinner.

You introduced everyone to Dean, and they all seemed to take a liking to him. Your dad drove him around on the side by side to show him the family property. Your little cousin really took a liking to him. She kept trying to feed him her pickles. It was adorable.

You'd never seen Dean laugh so hard. His face had turned red from how much he was smiling. Everyone welcomed him, just as you did.

"See." You whispered.

He just smiled and winked at you.

"So Dean, what do you do for a living?" Your uncle asked.

Oh god.

The dreaded question.

"I uh, I work with my brother. We do extermination. It was my dad's business." He said.

You felt Dean's hand reaching out for yours under the table. When you grabbed his hand, he laced his fingers with yours.

"That sounds gross. I don't think I could work with all those bugs." Your cousin piped in.

"Trust me, I basically live in the shower. Can't have any bugs crawling into bed with me."

"Just the thought of being an exterminator makes me itchy." Your other uncle said.

"Yeah. I'm not sure how much longer I'll be doing it. I just felt like I had to follow in my dad's footsteps for a little while. To honor him, I guess."

"How did he pass?" Your dad asked.

"Car accident. Semi to car." Dean said.

"Oh, that's horrible." Your aunt said.

"Yeah. Me and my brother and I are lucky we survived." Dean said.

"You were in the car too?" Your dad asked.

"Yep. Happened in my Impala, actually. I was driving. Semi came out of nowhere. It was scary. I almost didn't live."

"That Impala?" Your uncle asked, pointing outside to Baby."

"Yep. Had to completely rebuild her. Took a lot of work. Had to do it a few times, actually. She's been through some stuff."

"I bet. Be careful, son. You got a beautiful car. And a beautiful girl. Don't go hurting either of em." Your dad said.

"Yes, sir." Dean said.

"I'll kill ya if you hurt her." Your other cousin said.

"Timothy!" You said.

"What?! I will."

Lunch continued on, and eventually, the two of you made your way back to the bunker.

"I should've said I was a mechanic. Now I feel all itchy from the bug talk." Dean chuckled.

"I'm just glad you came up with something."

"Yeah. You know, that wasn't so bad. I really like your aunt Christy. She seems like an independent badass."

"She is. She always told me I didn't need a man. She was right until I met you." You said.

"And Bradley looks just like your uncle Jeff."

"I know. It's weird, honestly."

"Jason doesn't say much."

"Tell me about it. When he does talk, you can't hear him." You said.

You and Dean climbed into bed and settled into each other's arms.

"I think I'm gonna sleep for a week after eating all that turkey." Dean said.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." You giggled.

Dean kissed your forehead and nuzzled his face into your hair.

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Goodnight, De."

LA<3

If you couldn't tell, this is based on my Thanksgiving. Change the names and stuff if u need to.

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #jensen ackles

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deedala · 10 months

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Having just finished a big family BBQ (all my clothes and hair still smell of smoke, but I’m too tired to do anything about it, so my bed’s gonna smell of smoke until I change the sheets after work tomorrow CRINE) - - aaanyway…

Post S11:

Who do you think is the best at organising regular get togethers?

Who regularly drags their feet and/or cancels or simply no shows last minute? And for what reason?

Where do the get togethers take place?

Of what nature are they?

Is there something one of them learns to do or always ensure they cook/bake/bring for these family events?

I’m having Gallagher Family Feels m’kay? m’kay!

lolol ok i accept this peace offering!!

Who do you think is the best at organising regular get togethers?

gosh thats gotta be debbie right? not only is it extremely important to her but she also LOVES that shit. though i also like to think lip is also very adamant that weekly dinner and other events are not shirked! and of course liam is always very invested in everyone being together as well.

Who regularly drags their feet and/or cancels or simply no shows last minute? And for what reason?

im gonna say carl 😆 i can see him going into his like bachelor boy era or some shit. being flaky to party with buddies and hook up with girls lol

Where do the get togethers take place?

i think eventually mickey and ian can host sometimes. otherwise its hard to say cuz i have some different thoughts/wishes about what happens with the gallagher house after the funeral. but yeah i guess if we assume they all move out then lip/tami/liam/freddies place would probably end up being the most accommodating, also debbie and franny’s place because debbie loves hosting 😊

also do we think carl buys the alibi and becomes a bartender? i kind of like this idea, but that his version of the alibi is just slightly less of a “shithole” (elevated slightly by the money and ideas of former officer tipping) and therefore makes more money, so the fam still loves having parties there.

Of what nature are they?

weekly family dinner

all the holidays which are often full day gatherings

all the birthdays

celebrations for first day of summer vacation

every time someone has a big career or school milestone

fiona finally visits (crine)

the ball family visits!!!!!! (its been so depressing leaving them out of all these other answers)

and lots of random meet ups and hangouts in between just because someone offers to order pizza and kfc and have everyone over to watch a show together or hang out in the backyard pool(or apartment complex pool) cuz its a super hot evening!

Is there something one of them learns to do or always ensure they cook/bake/ bring for these family events?

debbie loves making pie right?? would it be too silly to say lip gets really into cooking and likes to make like proper cooked from scratch type meals 😆 ian … gosh i have to right?? ian likes making tomato sauce from his tomato garden and bringing it over for whoever is hosting to use on the pasta or lasagna or pizza whatever they’re making that night 😌

I'm having Gallagher Family Feels m'kay? m'kay!

it IS okay but now you’ve inflicted then upon me havent you!!!!!! so thanks 🥺🥹🥺🥹

send me asks!

#i loved these thank you!!!!#omg i an spiraling though haaaahh!!!!!!#asks🌱#michellemisfit

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starlitangels · 2 years

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The Traps We Build

The title actually comes from Avior when he talks about Freelancers and Inchoates compared to their specialized kin... but make it D.A.M.N. fam Season One 2.0k words CW: discussion of prejudices

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“My head hurts,” I complained as I walked with Terry out of Intermediate Mental Disciplines. The last telepathy/empathy/dreamwalking course I’d have to take for my full certification credits. Which was good because those three magical branches were hard for me to get any kind of control over.

“Yeah,” Terry agreed. Another Freelancer. He rubbed his temples. “I can’t tell if it’s the Meridian giving me hell for magic drain or just the fact that we’re all too clumsy with our powers when we go into each other’s thoughts.”

“Same,” I agreed. My phone went off in my pocket. “Oh. Hang on. I gotta check that.”

Damien🔥: My place, 5:00 tonight?

Terry peered over my shoulder. “Hot date?” he asked.

I snorted. “No. Damien’s a classmate. We’re in Intermediate Psychokinetic Manipulatory Studies together, and were in Introductory together. He, uh, he’s magic-born. We study together. He tutors me. In more... than just... magic. I’m really behind on magic culture and he knows it all.” I cleared my throat. “Last semester... someone bridged with me when I didn’t know what it meant. Damien has been helping make sure something like that never happens to me again.”

“So why the flame next to his name, if he’s not a hot date?”

I snorted. “He’s a Fire Elemental, Terry,” I replied with a chuckle. I texted Damien back as I spoke. Yeah. See you then. “I figured that’d be obvious.”

Terry blinked owlishly at me. “Well... no. It wasn’t.”

“Why?”

“Fire Elementals... are notorious for... not connecting with people very well. They’re temperamental. Hot-headed.” He cleared his throat. “You should be careful. Around him. You might get... burned. In both a literal and figurative sense.”

It took all the self-control I had not to roll my eyes. “I appreciate the advice. But Damien’s... he’s good. He’s a good friend.” My grip tightened around my phone. “Anyway. I gotta head to my healing class or I’m gonna be late. I’ll see you later.” I waved and started to head off, shoving my phone in my pocket and clenching my bag strap in my fist.

“See ya!” Terry called.

While I walked, I let my thoughts spiral. I tried not to let it happen too often, but Terry’s words sent my mind racing.

I’d spent my first semester desperately trying to figure out this whole magical world—and being a bit spiteful about Gavin’s comment that Freelancers were masters of none. Before I got to know him better.

I shouldn’t have been surprised that there was still prejudice in the magical world. That the specialized races had preconceived notions about each other, and Freelancers. Terry wasn’t the first classmate who’d said that Damien was probably dangerous for me to be around.

Instead of ignoring said classmates, I’d been using their words as even more fuel for my spite. I liked Damien. He was passionate with a deep heart that he didn’t like showing people. I was going to be friends with him whether my classmates liked it or not. Not just out of spite. Also because he was a good guy under all those layers and behind all those walls, and I genuinely wanted to be his friend. My other classmates’ reservations about someone they didn’t even know just made me all the more determined.

Not that I’d ever tell anyone.

I yanked my phone back out of my pocket. Want me to bring dinner?

Damien🔥: Sure, if you want.

—

“I think you should consider requesting to be transferred to a different guidance counselor,” Alicia remarked as I read over the email I’d gotten from Lasko.

I looked up from my laptop. “Why?”

“Well... it’s just... I’ve heard about him. Air Elemental, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

She shrugged. “Air Elementals are... flighty. Spacey, if you will. Scatterbrained, even. There’s a reason people nicknamed them Airheads.” Yeah, prejudice and closed-mindedness, I thought sarcastically. Alicia wasn’t done. “I can’t imagine he’s a particularly... effective guidance counselor. I mean, mine’s a Telepath—she always seems to just know the best class order for me for the coming semester. Hasn’t steered me wrong yet. Maybe you could get transferred to her.”

I took a deep breath through my nose and bit my tongue. “Thanks, Alicia,” I said. I glanced down at my watch. “I should get going. I have a study session with a friend in an hour and I gotta grab dinner beforehand.”

She gave me a smile that was probably supposed to be warm, but seemed condescending. “Just think about it, Freelancer, yeah?”

I made a noncommittal grunt and slipped my laptop into my backpack. I slung it onto my back and pushed myself to my feet. “Bye.”

“See ya.”

I stalked off, trying to seem like I wasn’t losing my temper. Lasko was a great guy, and I imagined he’d be a great friend, if we ever had the chance to hang out in a social situation, rather than a professional one.

Not a particularly effective guidance counselor my ass, I thought as I wove through the later-afternoon crowd of students milling about the hallway.

Everything I’d ever asked of Lasko, he’d done. Unless school policy absolutely forbade him from doing so. He’d processed that override to get me into Intermediate Healing and got the prereq of Intro to Healing waived so I could jump into the higher-level class without too much pushback. So, maybe he seemed like a bit of a pushover, but it came from a desire in him to help. To do the best he could for whomever he could. That was a trait to be admired.

Who cared if he stumbled over his words and had anxiety? It wasn’t like those things made him a bad person or bad at his job. He was good at his job and so incredibly kind. Sure he tended to overshare information he probably shouldn’t, but I understood where that impulse came from.

Lasko Moore had been nothing but a fantastic counselor for me. I was going to be really happy for him—and a little sad for myself—when he finally got what he deserved and became a professor here at the academy.

—

“Bye Hux! Lunch next week on me?” I asked as I backed up to head to my next class.

“Sure thing, dude. See you then!” He gave me a broad smile and an enthusiastic wave as he headed off for his next class.

“See you in Elemental Control!” I waved back and ducked into the admin building to cut through it on my way to History of Magic.

“Yo! Freelancer!” a familiar voice said close by. Emery jogged up to me, falling into step beside me. “Headin’ to History?”

“Yep.” I nodded.

“Mind if I walk with you?”

“Sure.”

Emery was an Illusory who I had History of Magic with. They were nice, all things considered. Magic-born. The only other humanborn I knew was Lasko.

“So who were you talking to before you came in?” they asked casually.

“Oh, that’s Huxley.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Nah. Classmate. We’re in Introductory Elemental Control together. But he’s a third year.”

“He a Freelancer too or an Elemental or...?”

“Elemental.”

“Oh fun. What kind?”

“Earth.”

Emery nodded slowly. And I braced for what I knew was about to come.

“Out of curiosity, is he a total hippie?”

I shook my head. “No. He’s pretty grounded and down-to-Earth.” Both puns very much intended, but I also meant what I was saying.

Emery hummed thoughtfully. “Huh. Most Earth Elementals are either total hippies or dumb as rocks.”

“That’s not very nice,” I said, sharper than I meant to.

Emery shrugged, hitching their backpack higher up their shoulders. “Just the general trend,” they said.

I forced myself to stop clenching my jaw. “Huxley’s not like that. He’s not necessarily the most book-smart individual I’ve ever met but I’ve never known someone as emotionally intelligent as he is. Like, I’m pretty good at understanding people, but Huxley does it so naturally. He just gets people in a way that I never can. And he’s so kind—he’s helped me understand so much about the fundamental basics of magic that I never would have learned otherwise. He taught me, like, what a Core is—what Threads do.” I left the bit about the bridging lesson off. Emery didn’t need to know about that.

“Interesting,” they said. I heard something in their tone. They didn’t quite believe me.

Wallow in your prejudice, then, I thought. Let me have my best friends in peace. No preconceived notions of what they were “supposed” to be just because of the magic they were born into.

—

Gavin😈💖: See you tonight, deviant 😉

I bit my lower lip in a smile, quickly sending a response. See you tonight. Looking forward to it.

I received another winking emoji—and a string of others that I quickly moved to hide from Terry’s view as he fell into step beside me. “Okay,” he said. “You’ve gotta be smiling at your boyfriend this time. You don’t grin like that for some classmate.”

I snorted and gestured vaguely. “It’s... complicated. We’re not dating. I don’t think he and I ever... I don’t know. I like him a lot though.”

“Let me guess...” Terry narrowed his eyes at me. “Dreamwalker. I’ve heard they’re very romantic.”

I chuckled. “Nope.”

“Water Elemental.”

I flinched. Terry didn’t seem to notice. “Definitely not.”

“Okay. Balance of probability: another Freelancer.”

I shook my head. “Nope.”

“Who is he?”

“I don’t know if I should tell you.”

“C’mon, I’m not gonna judge you.”

No. Just Gavin, I thought. “No, I don’t think I will.”

“Pleeease?” he whined.

“What if I told you he was an incubus?” I retorted with a tone that was obviously sarcastic and meant to be taken as a joke.

“Then I’d tell you to use protection. But incubi are super rare—I doubt it.”

I waved dismissively. “I’m just messing with you. He’s a Psychokinetic,” I lied.

“Good. Because... I’ve never met an incubus but I can’t imagine they’d be faithful partners.”

“What makes you say that?”

He shrugged. “I doubt one person can provide the amount of energy on a consistent basis that a demon needs to feed on to be consistently nourished.”

I shrugged. “Well, how would we know? Most empowered people barely know anything about demons, right?”

He bobbed his head side-to-side. “Pretty much.”

I snorted. “Well, I gotta head to healing. See you Friday.”

“See you Friday.”

I waved and strode off. Terry waved back before turning a corner and disappearing.

My classmates who I wasn’t close to had a lot to learn. Maybe it was just my experiences as a humanborn—not knowing anything about the magical world beforehand—but it seemed strange to me that stereotypes were so pervasive in this hidden community. Like, if they were trying to stay hidden, why didn’t they band together a bit more?

It seemed like magic-born people were setting themselves up for destruction. Building their own traps that they would get caught in. How magic had managed to remain covert for so long was an absolute mystery to me.

Sure, I didn’t know if Gavin was having other dalliances—but it wasn’t my business. We weren’t dating. It wasn’t like our relationship was an exclusive one.

And Gavin was, underneath it all, a good guy. He played the arrogant incubus who cared about nothing and no one but himself—but there was so much more to him than that. I could see it. I could feel it every time we just sat on the couch and ate leftover pizza while I finished my homework and he was waiting for me to get done so we could have our fun. There was a lot of deep emotion there that he didn’t show anyone. Maybe not even himself.

It wasn’t my business to try and get him to lower those walls. If he wanted to open up to me more, the only thing I could control was myself. Making sure he knew it was safe for him to open up to me.

We’d get there, if he wanted to.

And maybe I could show other empowered people that the races different from them weren’t as different as they thought.

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Freelancer #Freelancer #Starlit Fic

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fereldanwench · 2 years

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5, 14, and 19 for the Cyberpunk questions pls!

Thank you! 💙

5. What’s a future idea you have for your next V/OC? You know, I don't really have any plans for another OC right now. And it's kinda crazy for me, because I normally love creating a ton of characters in an RPG and CP's setting especially is perfect for that, but it's just all Valerie. The thought of having another OC right now just does not compute.

There are a few characters from Valerie's past that I would like to flesh out more (namely former coworkers at Biotechnica and Arasaka pre-counter intel)--I think if/when I make another OC, it'll probably be one of them.

14. Favourite weapon? I love snipers (especially Overwatch, thank you, Panam) and assault rifles. I mostly do stealth takedowns and a lot of hacking, but if I gotta go guns blazing, those are my first two choices.

19. What’s a mission or side gig you hated? Absolutely loathe the dinner with River's fam. The first time I did it I wanted to crawl out of my skin, especially when Joss starts asking Valerie about her family. I felt uncomfortable for Joss, who was just obviously trying to her best to relate to this complete stranger her semi-estranged brother brought over. I felt uncomfortable for River, who was not picking up that Valerie was not interested in him at all. I felt uncomfortable for Valerie, who was internally like "I'm literally dying, why are you bringing me into these kids' lives? I AM NOT CUT OUT FOR FAMILY SHENANIGANS." I was uncomfortable because I have had my fair share of similar experiences. It just was a big pile of nope for me.

[cyberpunk 2077 questions]

#t: wench replies #g: cyberpunk 2077 #oc: valerie v powell #oc snippets

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lauranyx · 1 month

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Another dream post

Thing to note, this is the 2nd time that I could remember a dream where someone broke in but this time they actually stole something. Plus there was an accomplice.

So the dream takes place in siva (maternal grandparents house) practically the whole fam bam is there. We were all in the master bedroom chillin. I remember my youngest cousin being in the center of attention. She was also being rude about something in a naive way but thats just cuz she doesnt know better so everyone was tryna correct her on how to ask someone else for a favor.

It was nearing dinner time so everyone headed down. I was the last to leave the room. While I was leaving I handed my dad an old ice pack but my being a dumbass didnt realize that its old/broken and obv. not activated cuz its been hanging off the wall. We were tryna see how to get it cold (its one of those packs where you gotta press a button for it to become cold) then we noticed there was a hole in the corner so I went back into the room to actually look in the fridge for an ice pack. While there, I hear some noise coming from somewhere else in the room. I thought it was just my lolo coming back cuz he forgot something. So I didnt mind it and went back to my dad w/ a functional ice pack. We both went downstairs to the dining room.

Someone makes a comment about lolo beinng late so I said something to the essence of oh he’s just upstairs. And they were all like no he went outside. Then lightbulb moment. Fuck theres an intruder upstairs. So I rush up kinda quietly; actually see the intruder/thief. The thief was some old, curly-short-haired lady. My boice was caught in my throat. She rushed downstairs to the front door to leave. I try to shout at her; I struggle to do so.

We’re both outside now. I can finally yell out “magnanakaw” ( doesnt really do anything. No neighbors came outside to investigate the ruckus. My belief in humanity is dead in this dream lol) so chase her. She goes round the back of the house. I notice an old man just sitting down. Kinda sus but whatever. She gives me the slip and heads back towards the front of the house. She now shows shes in cahoots w the old guy. I’m chasing them up the street. I catch the woman first and threaten her to give back everything she stole — side note: everything spoken between the thieves and I was in filipino idk why— so she started emptying her pockets; showing me my lola’s earrings, rings, necklaces, and other jewelry. I pocket everything after. The man stands by us unmoving; just watching us.

After she supposedly shows everything she stole, I figure she had time to hand over to the guy some things or maybe he was there with her or before that even. so he might have some stolen goods of his own. (Apparently I’m like super strong in this and these criminals were on the smaller maybe even lighter side) so I snatch him up too. But in doing so I can’t search him so I head back to the house with my captives clutched so hard in both hands.

I might actually have been lifting them up or just dragging them. Idk.. dream details are hard to remember rn. Anyway!

Back to the front of the house, I ring the doorbell. A male family member comes out (cant remember which anymore) I ask him to search the guy cuz they stole from the house.

At this point I wake up so.. the end ig lol but whew.

After actually waking up to real life. I questioned internally what could having this type of dream mean.. so naturally i had to share my dream here lol. So i don’t forget :p

Does having a dream where your house been broken into and robbed mean anything?? Who knows 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

#dream blogging #dream posting #i was robbed #but i chased down the thief and won #got my shit back #well it was actually my grandmas #what does this even mean

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listenrose · 11 months

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A new love story…

It’s pending though…

2016. His friend asked to meet me. I kindly declined (at least I think it was kind..) and but then he offered maybe something more casual and said his friend could join us. I’ve always had people hit on me but I’ve always been open to meeting new people to hopefully have as friends. I always have felt like it’d be a better experience to just have friends and keep it cool. Idk.

2016. They walk in. It was almost like..lol.. the wind gushed through his hair (he has a fade and a hat on) and the sun shined only on him. Lmao. It was like the world slowed down because I was not in a good place this day but seeing him made me realize I want to be in the best place possible. He barely talked. He said his name and I felt like light years passed and he used to be mine. His friend was the one who asked me to go on this “casual date” but MY GOODNESS what’s yo fren talmbout.

2016. What is this. This man didn’t give impressions that he wanted to see me, only dimly, maybe a few small gestures here and there but I was so sad bc I thought his energy was so fire. Pure perfection! Idk maybe he knew how much his friend liked me and wanted to be a good guy. Or maybe it was 6 other girls on his mind. Or maybe all of that or even none of that. Either way I was trying to be committed and down for any way he’d have me. Oop.

2016 ugh. He just wasn’t havin it. Although I held some loyalty for a while, I gave up and went w the safer choice.. the one who confessed their love for me through time. It’s okay.. I was obsessed w my ex from 2014 anyway. That’s what I always said whenever I got rejected. (L O L she’s sick!) I loved my ex for sure but I absolutely have always used that fantasy to keep me guarded, protected and he didn’t even talk to me lmao. Idk, I just wanted to be loved and my, my how selfish that created me to be because I had no foundation.

2021 mid year. I saw him again! He looked so cute. So quiet and so fake mysterious and so cute. (Fake mysterious bc I felt like I knew him). But ahh. Alas, my boundaries must stay. I remember where this went before and I know what it is now..

But I got his number and was like hey let’s be friends because I like who you are. Genuinely like frfrfr. Like fr. I gotta work on myself anyway so mightswell chill out, have a good guy as my friend and we can have a dope friendship…. I knew how I used to feel though. My heart dropped when I saw him at first, ngl, but I kept it cool I think. Lol.

I asked him to come listen to an album with me to hopefully make up for a comment I made talkin bout “he can’t come spin the block on me”. We hung out and it was cool. Reeeal cool. Perfect actually.

2021 November. He came to da crib w the fam. I invited him and my friend over to have dinner with the fam and have fun. Miscommunication hit with my friend so she ain’t come, but he came! And..tehe.. lol.. why I feel like he had a good time w us and really enjoyed me? Oh maybe because after some good family time we went to my room and listened to music doing nothing and he actually staaayed and didn’t cross the line. I asked him to write a poem and why’d it seem like a love letter to me?? Ohh because it was bro! Idk. I definitely was in denial but the words were a bit too direct to not think it was about me and us in that moment. Talkin bout “who sent you.. why we vibe like this?” AHH he’s fire. But maybe it’s not about me idk looool. Anywho, I’m a God damn wreck, ain’t no way. And he’s so sweet why’d I bring him into my bs. I’m terrible right now. But honestly I was extremely hype that he might’ve felt a way.

“Let’s stay friends”. He invited me to a few family gatherings and I did too. But I was like naww im getting over my ex from 2014 I’ve been obsessed with for years and we just started rekindling, I ain’t bout to drop this for you!! You used to play me like a guitar boy! And you don’t even know how much I liked you!! Ahh!!!! I’m sitting here prayed for a husband around Oct/Nov and you just gon show up and have perfect energy?! I can’t even believe you’d ever love me sooo like nah. You are not gonna love me how my ex did!… I suck fr.

We met again he brought me a flower

2022 we hung out on New Years. Tears because ugh. Why’s he so fire. But no! I must stay the course and not fall in love again! No Mammer! “Let’s stay friends”

He cooked for me not once not twice but a million times!

He invited me over not once, not twice but a million times!

“Let’s like not just be friends” he wanted me so bad and expressed that. Maybe let’s not be JUST friends.. dang it he got me. Im still gonna keep my ex in the background of my thoughts in case this fails but I’ll still be down and not link w anybody. Let me just be celibate actually or abstinent. Whatever, some months passed and I made sure to never EVA do anything wrong or to betray his trust and if I felt I would I’d leave him for my ex I’d just leave him alone now! I WANT YOU BOY I LOVE YOU BOY!! But alas, I never shared that and his fire burned out slowly… it seemed. He still cared for me but he had his guard up now bc he couldn’t trust I’d be down. But omg I’m DOWN. I’M UP FOR YOU.

Now I’m writing love poems to get him back…

2023 wish me luck. Pray for me. Please I know I’ll be okay but I miss that man dearly.

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karenfordonte · 2 years

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Gods funny

Still editing this post/Rough Draft:

used random site random word generator for god signs:

airport royal leave ring immune service twin risk wedding observe skirt tool seat patient tobacco forest present awake sample can trade salute flame resist jesus: taste trap want teach search reunion any car cousin dinner donor egg

cousin used to be on the old site i linked in hacked pc post but i took it off but i think i should readd it to my new site has to do with whole soul soul fragments like mika = a rihanna cousin or an alt her miles is an alt me still in whole soul fam so i only want my whole soul to romance for sure ps no id never do anyone that was too young or not god promoted but since donte alt me forms are a me theyre probably born perfect= righteous but yeah.... its like i think hes safe as a shapeshifting baby probably godly but my main first time has to be with my heavenly mother = kwin and dracula = rihanna those true forms of them for sure and that they have to prove to me theyre god which duh but the low key forms their in in my room mates = they share same characters alot lol in different ways but

omg the tv just said in love with karen etc etc then it said rihanna and shes pregnant then it said karen youre at the love at your life lol etc some game show on tv karen hugher lol low key is funny lol

im not into rape im into true loves and upgraded heaven style familes not evil abuse etc too young is a no no matter what but has to be mutual and godly confirmed enough to make sure i dont want just anybody gotta parent best to help them grow up best real love nurturing etc i want adults only you know? unless adults shapeshifted as chibis lol etc god fun i want wisdom very educated and evolved etc and gods most righteous paths nothing corrupted with too evil upgrade earth to heaven on earth some day lol tv: "karen ended fenty with that endy....karen is the center of the universe if you dont know that you dont know anything " lmfao the sun is what the earth revolves around btw its a metaphor of everyones fate is to become saviors in the best most righteous needed ways lol

its a show that asks questions about what they think about karen huger like what her faves are etc

thats the pic lol tara said this show is called watch what happens live

i checked the youtube clips for that episode youtube dont show it all lol

car is our inside joke of my first possessed style signing lol year 2012 recording about twin flame reunion:

denise told me to basically look up the definition of crooms:

English: nickname for a cripple or hunchback, from Middle English crom(p), Old English crumb 'bent', 'crooked', 'stooping'.

(i got turned on lol its my twin flame and my inside joke lol)

she gave me the name horace davis too i looked it up the two wiki's the first 3 links of the google search results:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horace_Davis

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horace_B._Davis

both has to do with the government lol one mentions john davis i thought jonathan davis the korn singer aka heaven walker god promoted lol

denise synchronizes alot by mentioning my child hood faves etc shes funny

the other day i asked if she likes baby lizards she said no she hates reptiles i thought she was making an impersonation of christa for that but then today she said look at that baby lizard that she loves them that theyre so cute so i was right lol

ps johnathan davis is laschells twin flame so i just updated the previous drug raped and pregnant ? post whiich i will do more as time goes on

#Christa's Room and Board #Jane's Room and Board

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heytherejulia · 2 years

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Happy birthday my love ~ Harry Holland

pairing: harry holland x reader

warnings: pregnancy and honestly nothing more

summary: you have another present for your boyfriend and you have no idea what's his reaction gonna be

word count: 1,4k

It wasn’t another normal monday. It was not only valentine’s day, but also your boyfriend Harry and his twin Sam’s 23rd birthday. Harry was out of town on a press tour with Tom, so there wasn’t that much partying and celebrating besides facetime dinner with all of the Hollands, and you, and maybe a facetime date with Harry at night if you’ll get lucky.

You wanted to visit him, but your shitty boss didn’t give you your well deserved week off, so the best you could do was facetime call, and force Tom into giving Harry the gift you bought for him months ago.

It really bugged you that you couldn’t be with Harry on such a special day, but it was beyond your powers, so you decided to do anything you could to at least make his day good.

You called him first thing in the morning with wishes, and spent a few hours just talking and catching up on the last few days when you weren’t exactly able to talk that much because of Harry’s busy schedule.

‘I really wish I could be there with you, I’m sorry I didn’t make it babe.’

‘It’s not your fault love, we’re gonna make it up when I'm back.’

His smile wasn’t the brightest, but you still could see the sparkles in his eyes.

‘I really hope you’re gonna have fun with Tom today, and don’t forget about the facetime dinner with your family, your mum is really looking forward to that.’

‘Yeah, I remember, look I gotta go now, we’re gonna talk later right?’

‘Of course, have fun tonight. I love you.’

‘I know, I love you too. See you at dinner’

Before you could say anything the line went silent. Harry’s voice stayed with you for the whole day. Why did he say ‘see you at dinner’? Did he mean over the phone, or was it just a misspoke? Either way you spent your day helping Nikki with the dinner and getting ready. Harry wasn’t going to be there, but you still wanted to be dressed up for the occasion.

Right before the dinner you heard a doorbell. Everyone stopped in their tracks because you haven’t expected anyone else, besides Harrison and Grace, and Sam’s girlfriend, who were already at your place.

You went to the door with the feeling it’s just your neighbor who needed to borrow some sugar. You opened the door, and indeed saw your neighbor, Milly.

‘You need to borrow some more sugar right?’

She looked embarrassed. The thing about her was that she baked when her anxiety kicked in, and always forgot to buy extra pack of sugar or any other sweetener.

‘If you don’t mind’

‘No, of course not, let me just grab it real quickly.’

You came to the kitchen and saw the hope in everyone’s eyes. You felt terrible to crush it.

‘My neighbor needs some sugar.’

You saw the sadness filled the room.

‘Hey, maybe try to call them already, I’ll be back in a minute.’

Sam took his phone out, and you went towards the door.

‘Here’s the su-’

‘Hi darling.’

And here, outside of your door, stood not only Milly, but also Tom and your beloved boyfriend.

‘OH MY GOD’

You flung towards him and hugged him tightly.

‘You’re here, Harry! Oh, your family is going to be so happy. C’mon guys.’

You greeted Tom, and rushed them into the living room. You heard happy screams, and your heart swelled. Harry was home for his birthday with his family, it was all you wanted since the beginning. Your eyes filled with happy tears.

You handed Milly the pack.

‘Let me know if the cake turns out good.’

‘You got it. And have fun!’

When you entered the kitchen to finish cooking you sighed deeply. For some reason your mind went into panic mode. Your second present for Harry was still in your bottom drawer waiting for the right time, but now the closer it got, you were more nervous.

You heard footsteps and felt someone’s presence behind you. You turned around just to peeked at whoever came in.

‘Tom. Why aren’t you with your fam?’

‘Wanted to talk to you.’

‘Oh.’

‘Are you okay?’

‘Yeah, everything’s fine, I’m just slightly nervous about the dinner.’

‘I’m not talking about this. You know what I mean. When do you want to tell him? When it’s out there?’

‘Cut it, Holland. It’s none of your business.’

‘Of course it is. It’s my brother and you’re like a sister to me. I’m just looking after you all’

‘I’m not ready, okay? It's a big thing, I don’t want to throw it on him on his birthday, especially now that he’s so stressed with work.’

‘Do you think that you really will find a better time? There’s no gonna be a perfect one. Just think about it.’

He squeezed your shoulder and came back to the living room. You finished at the kitchen, and brought all of the food to the table.

‘Come on, let’s eat.’

The dinner was really nice, talking, joking, telling stories about the twins when they were kids, catching up. You remained quiet most of the time enjoying the happiness of your loved ones. Yet, the closer it’s been getting to the moment you stay alone with Harry the more stressed you’ve become.

Around midnight all of your guests started to head out. You bid your farewell and went back inside to clean up a mess after the dinner. After a few minutes you heard Harry entering the kitchen. You were doing the dishes when he came behind you, and wrapped his hands around your tummy.

‘Hi darling.’

‘Hi.’

‘C’mon. Let’s go to bed. It’s been a long day for both of us.’

‘I can’t, I need to clean this up.’

‘No no no no. WE can clean this up tomorrow after we spend our well deserved time together.’

‘Technically it’s already tomorrow, baby.’

‘Imma force you to come with me if you won’t do that voluntarily.’

He squeezed you harder and tried to lift you, but you stopped him.

‘Don’t do that.’

‘Why? What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing, just please don’t.’

‘Okay love. Can we go to bed now?’

You nodded and followed him into your room. You both got ready to bed, and got under the duvet. You were lying on your back, and Harry was on his side playing with your hair. There were a few minutes of silence between you two when he spoke up.

‘Is everything alright love? You’ve been quite distant today. Are you sure you’re okay?’

‘Yeah I just… I’ve got you a present.’

He smiled adorably at you.

‘You know you didn’t have to, right?’

‘I do, but you mean so much to me and deserve a world. Happy birthday and I love you.’

‘I love you too. C'mere.’

He sat you on his lap while opening the box. It was just a camera equipment you knew he wanted, and you saw the pure adoration in his eyes when he looked up at you.

‘Thank you, my love.’

He leaned in, and kissed you gently, but soon the kiss started to be way more passionate. His hands roamed around your body settling them on your waist under your (his) shirt. You pushed his lips out of your neck. He looked at you with concern.

‘I’ve got something else for you.’

You reached for a small box in your drawer, and handed it to him.

‘What’s that?’

‘Just open it.’

‘Is this real or is this just a prank?’

He did as you told, and opened the box. Inside was a positive pregnancy test. Your positive pregnancy test. His face was blank and you couldn’t read any emotions which made you even more nervous.

‘It’s real.’

Silence.

‘Look if you don’t want this you don’t have to stick around, I know it’s shitty timing but I figured at least you deserve to know.’

Silence.

You were terrified. You’d rather prefer him to get mad, and yell at you than the silence, and uncertainty what next.

‘Y/N’

You looked at him.

‘I want this. With you. I love you and I’m not giving up on neither of you.’

Your eyes filled with tears.

‘Hey don’t cry baby. It’s okay, come here.’

He held you close while you silently talked about your pregnancy. Some time after you both lied down, Harry spooned you, and kept his hand on your still flat stomach.

‘I’m scared Harry.’

‘I know. I’m scared too. But it’s okay, we’ll figure it out. Seriously, we’ll be fine. Get some sleep sweetheart, it’s been one hell of a day huh?’

‘Yeah. Good night baby.’

He kissed the back of your head.

‘Night love’

#harry holland x reader #harry holland angst #harry holland imagine #harry holland smut #harry holland blurb #harry holland fic #harry holland fluff #harry holland one shot #harry holland x y/n

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onceupon · 3 years

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London Boy - Part 4: Just friends

summary: You wake up to find Rafe Cameron in your bed. Even though nothing happened, you’re still left trying to make sense of it all.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 5k

a/n: thank you so much to all of you who have been reading along <333 sorry in advance if you want this to progress faster haha, it simply must be this slow, sorry I don't make the rules (even tho I do lol). Not canon Rafe!!

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Your eyes slowly flutter open as the early morning rays wake you up. You didn’t even remember falling asleep. As you slowly gain consciousness you’re startled by the weight of Rafe’s arm draped across your body. What the hell? When did that happen? He spent the night in your bed?

Your mind races at a million miles an hour as you slowly slip out from under his hold. You were careful not to wake him up, not wanting to face any awkwardness. You throw on fresh clothes and grab your backpack, desperate to make your escape. You had wanted to get to school early today to work on some homework anyways, never before so eager to trade in the comfort of your bed for the library.

After a quick pit stop to pick up a coffee and a croissant, you swing the heavy wooden doors open. You liked campus at this hour, the morning light still soft, the air crisp, and the atmosphere silent. As you scan your eyes for a spot to sit, you notice the unmistakable sight of fluffy brown hair hunched over a table.

“Liam?” your whisper. “What the hell are doing here?”

That classic cheeky grin spreads across his face as he looks up to find you standing in front of him. “I go here, Y/n. Forget already?”

You roll your eyes, “I just didn’t know you were the studious type.”

“Not gonna lie to you babe, I’m not. But Rogers is already all the way up my ass over this class, and I’m not letting that prick hold me back a year.”

You pull out the chair across from him and go to sit down, spreading your books out on the table.

“Who said you could sit with?” he asks, and you shoot him a look. You’re not in the mood. “Geez alright, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed… you good Y/n?” he slows, taking in your disheveled appearance. You hadn’t so much as brushed your hair.

“Can you promise not to tell anyone,” you stare dead into his eyes.

“On my life,” he extends his pinky, and you accept.

“Rafe… slept over last night…”

“Oh shit!” he exclaims, and your eyes widen at his echoing voice.

“Not like that,” you hiss, not wanting to draw anymore attention to the two of you. “Nothing happened… like he just came over to watch a show and then we talked for a while and just accidentally… fell asleep. I panicked when I woke up and realized he was still in my bed so I ran out of there as fast as I could and now…. well now I’m here.” You nervously chug your coffee, heart racing.

“So he hung out with you all night and didn’t make a move?”

You nod, nervously awaiting his analysis as you take a bite of your croissant.

“Damn, boy must really like you,” he muses.

“What? Definitely not,” you scoff.

“Y/n, let me tell you a little something about guys. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. The fact that he’s coming over your room to watch a show and hanging out with you until he physically can’t stay awake - I mean I can’t make it any more obvious to you.”

“I don’t know I just don’t think so… You don’t know Rafe like that, he’s a total player back home. He can pull any girl he wants, so if he liked me like that he would’ve done something by now. This is probably how he is with all his friends and I’m just reading too much into it. I’m sure Lily Colts will be in his bed soon enough,” you mumble. That last part stings in particular, you had already thought it, but saying it out loud made you feel… icky.

“I may not know Rafe like that, but I know guys like him. I am guys like him. He likes you Y/n. So what if he pulls a lot of chicks, he doesn’t actually care about them. But he cares about you, probably can’t even understand why, and now it’s like bam Uno reverse. He can’t pull the cards he normally does, and now you’ve got him confused and he doesn’t know what to do. Man’s down bad. Give him time though, he’ll come around,” he explains to you calmly, stealing your coffee cup from you and taking a sip.

“Honestly can I just start paying you to figure my life out for me. You make everything seem so simple.”

“Because it is simple. You insist on complicating it. But I know how you could pay me,” he adds with a wink and you shoot him a glare. You know he’s just joking (partially), he loves pushing your buttons.

“Well whatever. I’ll believe it when I see it,” you resign on the Rafe matter. You wanted to believe what Liam was saying but it didn’t quite make sense to you. You were only going to drive yourself crazy trying to read between lines that you weren’t sure existed. Rafe was just used to situations like this with girls. To him last night was probably no big deal. It was to you though. You would never let ‘just a friend’ stay over like that, with his arm around you no less. But Rafe didn’t need to know that, you decide.

—-

You manage to avoid Rafe all day, not having any classes with him on Friday’s. As soon as your last class is over, you sprint home, relieved when you’re the first back at the flat and can quickly slip into your room undetected. You set down your bag and sit on the edge of your bed. Your hand slowly runs over your comforter, still ruffled from where Rafe had been laying the night before. The indent of his head is still on your pillow; you can almost smell the scent of him lingering in your room and hear the sound of his soft whispers. You wonder what his first thoughts were when he woke up in your bed alone - was he confused? Embarrassed? He probably thought nothing of it at all. You can just picture him casually getting up with a stretch, like it’s the start of any typical day.

You slip into the shower and let the water wash over your body. It’s warm and soothing, and it’s reminding you of Rafe laying next to you, of his arm wrapped around you. God if there was only a way to shut your brain off once in a while. As much as you tried to suppress it, there had been a tiny part of you that was happy to have woken up in his embrace, giddy like a school girl with a crush. You’d always wondered how a moment like that would feel, or how a moment like that with him would feel. You had conveniently failed to mention the “arm” detail to Liam, maybe because in the back of your mind you knew it would only help prove his theory right.

When you make your way back to your room, your phone buzzes and the Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 group chat appears.

Olivia: who wants to go out tonight 😈

Topper: me and Rafe have to be up early tmrw for soccer - rain check on this one ladies

Olivia: :(

Olivia: girls night out??

Millie: you know I’m there!

You’re a little bummed that Rafe won’t be there tonight. But a girls night sounds like just what you need to get him off your mind.

Y/n: I’m in :)

Not even a few minutes later Olivia and Millie are barging into your room, causing you to let out a startled yelp.

“My god, heard of knocking,” you exhale with your hand coming to your chest. Your statement falls on death ears.

“Which jeans with this top,” Olivia asks, holding the clothing items against her body.

“Should I curl or straighten my hair with this,” Millie follows, holding her outfit up.

“Uhh,” your mind scrambles, “those jeans Liv. And straight, Mills,” you reply, shocked by your own decidedness. “But now you guys have to help me, I have no clue what to wear.”

“Say less,” Olivia flashes a smile.

Within minutes they tear through your closet, picking out your outfit. Things were always much more clear with a fresh set of eyes. The three of you discuss the night’s logistics before making your way to the kitchen - couldn’t go drinking on an empty stomach. Rafe and Topper are already there, and you try your best to act natural even though your stomach ties itself in a knot the moment you catch a glimpse of his face. You haven’t seen him since you ran out this morning.

“Uh hey I’m gonna run to Sainsbury’s real quick, I wanna get a chaser, anyone need anything,” you ask, avoiding eye contact with Rafe. Your nerves get the best of you and in terms of fight or flight, you were ready to flee.

“Hey wait I’ll come with you. Gotta pick something up for dinner,” Rafe stands grabbing his jacket, and before you can interject, he’s leading the way down the hall and out your shared flat.

“So what are you chasing tonight?”

“What?” you ask startled, his question pulling you back to reality. Your mind had been running in a loop, trying to read him and the thoughts in his head. You wished now more than ever that you knew what Rafe was like behind closed doors back home, so you could somehow make sense of it all.

He chuckles at you, lost in your own world. “You said you needed a chaser?” Those intimidating blue eyes have found their way to yours again and you hastily look away, focusing in front of you instead.

“Oh yeah- uh just for the vodka,” you laugh nervously.

“Basic,” he mocks. You scoff in surprise and lightly hit him on the chest as the laughter leaves your lips. He’s sporting a shit-eating grin, having successfully egged you on.

“You’re funny if you think I’m gonna do shots of whiskey before going to a club.”

“Well you do owe me one…” he says.

“Oh so he remembers?” you reply, amused.

“Of course,” he states so calm and so sure. Your head swirls at that, his cool confidence making you melt. The automatic doors slide open in front of you, fluorescent lights stealing your attention from the boy you were finding dangerously more attractive by the second.

“I thought we’re supposed to take it together? But someone’s being lame and not coming out tonight,” you say sarcastically, playing it as cool as you can manage. Rafe’s confidence seemed to come naturally, but you were more of a fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of gal.

“Hey you know I have soccer,” he defends. The Kook Prince was not one to turn down a party without cause.

“Excuses excuses,” you shake your head.

“Actually, speaking of soccer, you uh- you and the girls should come tomorrow. If you’re not doing anything. Or not too hungover I should say. Game’s at 12.”

“Can’t make any promises Cameron, but we’ll see,” you smile, earning a satisfied smile from him in return.

You make your way to the frozen food aisle, Rafe explaining to you how they call a soccer field a football pitch here, as you laugh at him grabbing 5 frozen pizzas (dinner solved for the next week, of course). You ask him which chaser you should pick. He points out a cola, so naturally you decide to get blackberry seltzer water, Rafe twisting his face in disgust (who would voluntarily drink that tv static). You always felt so nervous at first, to be in Rafe’s presence, but all it ever took was a few minutes for you to completely relax around him. He was intimidating, yet inviting. Mysterious, yet open. He was somehow the cause of your anxious nerves and yet the source of your comfort. The fear of facing Rafe after running out this morning had paralyzed your thoughts all day, and now you could hardly remember why. He hadn’t mentioned it at all, as if nothing happened. His normalcy confirmed for you that him sleeping over was in fact no big deal, and you almost want to laugh at yourself for how much you had worked it up in your head. You two were just friends, and perhaps Rafe was used to being… a friendlier friend than what you were used to. But that was okay, you could learn to be friendlier too.

—-

Rafe and Topper had decided to accompany you guys in the kitchen as you pregamed. They slowly sipped beers as you, Millie, and Olivia pounded back shots, laughing at the way you guys got progressively drunker and progressively louder before finally heading out. And much to your surprise, the boys were still seated in the same spot hours later, when the three of you stumble back into the flat, McDonalds in hand.

“Oh look who’s still up,” Olivia slurs, taking a bite of her cheeseburger.

“We can’t go out, we have soccer,” Millie mocks, almost falling to the floor as she trips over her heel, Topper and Rafe not making any effort to hide their clear amusement.

“Fun night huh?” Topper quirks his brow.

“The funnest,” Millie holds her head high, sinking down against the wall until she’s sat on the floor. You had made a beeline for the dining room table, silently admiring your chicken nuggets. In that moment, they were the best thing you had ever tasted.

“I want Jake,” Olivia pouts, and before anyone can say a word she’s turned on her heel, burger in hand, off to crawl into her boyfriend’s bed.

“Alright you drunk, let’s get you to bed,” Topper laughs, scooping an incoherent Millie up to her feet by her elbows.

“M’not drunk,” Millie protests, even though she’s leaning her full body weight against Topper who sarcastically nods at her, escorting her down the hallway. Rafe sits on the couch, silently playing with the cards in his hand again, not the least bit uncomfortable with sharing your company in silence.

“I’m mad at you,” you say matter of factly, taking a bite of a french fry. At this point, the alcohol is doing the talking.

“Mad at me?” Rafe stops shuffling the cards and raises his head to look at you, intrigued.

“Yeah because you didn’t come to the club,” you furrow your brows, chucking a fry at him. He catches it instantly, laughing to himself with a shake of his head.

“Don’t worry I saw all your guys’ snaps, I feel like I was practically there.”

“That’s not the same,” you frown, throwing another fry which he catches yet again.

“I’ll try to be there next time,” he laughs.

“That’s better I guess,” you grumble, eating another chicken nugget. The room grows quiet, Rafe training his attention back to the cards.

“When are we watching the next episode Cameron,” you break the silence, chucking another fry. He barely has to look up to catch your latest throw, shaking his head with a chuckle. He puts the cards down and makes his way over to the dining table, standing right above you now.

“Come on, time for you to go to bed,” he beckons you toward him with his arm, to which you only furrow your brows in indignation.

“I’m not done with my food,” you protest.

“Now you are,” he says, grabbing your last fry and finishing it with one bite. “Now c’mon.” You reluctantly grab onto his extended arm to help you get up. You walk down the hall together and he opens your door for you, letting you in as he leans against the frame. You immediately fall back and collapse on to your bed with a gasp, you didn’t remember it feeling so soft when you were sober.

“Goodnight L/n,” Rafe laughs, staring down at you.

“Goodnight Rafe,” you mumble, seconds away from passing out. He smiles to himself at the sight of you still in the outfit and shoes you had been out in, bent in surely the most uncomfortable position possible, legs half way off the bed, yet somehow already asleep. He’s about to head back to his room, but he hesitates, turning back to you with a sigh. As slowly and quietly as he can, he pulls your shoes off for you, lifts your legs onto the bed, and covers you in your blanket. And just as quick, he slips out of your room and back into his.

—-

You wake up the next morning, letting out a groan when you realize you’re still in the outfit you had worn clubbing. Your head dully aches and your throat is desert dry so you force yourself up and to the kitchen. When you see the aftermath of McDonald’s containers on the table, vague memories start flooding your brain in horror. You couldn’t have… could you? Did you actually throw french fries at him? You close your eyes and slowly run your hand over your face in realization. Great, you think to yourself, Rafe probably thinks you’re an annoying idiot. Good grief.

You hear the door of the flat opening and Olivia appears in the kitchen, holding a plate of breakfast sandwiches, your mouth watering at the sight.

“Thank the lovely lads in apartment 4E,” she laughs, placing them on the table. “Oh god, we went hard last night didn’t we,” she says, taking in the sight of the flat.

“A little too hard…” you remark.

“No such thing, darling! Now eat up and get dressed, we’ve got a match to catch,” she declares before disappearing down the hall where you can hear muffled groans of Millie being reluctantly dragged out of her bed. You sigh and sink down into a chair, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite. Heaven. You make a mental note to thank Jake for his chef skills. You had completely forgotten that you and the girls were supposed to go watch Rafe and Topper’s match today. Your worries about having to face Rafe yesterday had been quick to melt away, but today they were back with a new vengeance.

—-

“Okay no one wander off when we get there. Y/n, fair warning, these games get… rowdy,” Millie says, as the three of you walk toward the field, arms linked.

“Things get pretty crazy at Kildare too,” you laugh, “so yeah, don’t fucking let me out of your sight.”

The three of you shake off your fits of laughter as you stumble toward the stands, finding a spot amongst the already packed crowd. You’re finally able to take in your surroundings, glancing at the field ahead. The opposing team is warming up on the pitch, clad in red. Westheath’s team is off to the side, the boys stretching and getting ready in their white uniforms. The dirty blonde immediately catches your eye. He’s jumping and jogging in place, headphones in as though he’s tuning out the physical noise around him, and probably the mental noise too. You wonder if he’s listening to one of the songs he showed you the other night.

He pauses his jogging to stretch out his arms, his eyes glazing over the stands, when suddenly they lock with yours. Your cheeks flush pink, embarrassed at having been caught staring, but his face just pulls into a wide grin and he gives you a wave. You wave back, and he does a quick hand motion that everyone does at Kildare games back home. You laugh and do the responding gesture, as he smiles cheekily at you before a teammate comes up to him, pulling his focus away. The exchange was brief, but oddly intimate. There was a whole field and a couple dozen people between you, and yet you two were the only witnesses to the interaction. You smile to yourself, relief in the fact that maybe getting a french fry chucked at him wasn’t enough to make him hate you after all. You wonder briefly if Rafe spends half as much time overanalyzing things the way you do. Liam was right, you do insist on overcomplicating things.

“Hey, earth to Y/n!” Olivia laughs, waving her hand in front of your face. “The game is starting!”

—

The final score flashes on the screen: 4-2, a win for Westheath. The students are going nuts, rushing the field. Olivia and Millie lead the way, pushing through the crowd until you guys reach Rafe and Topper.

“Let’s go boys!!” Olivia yells, jumping up and down with the sea of bodies and beer around you. Rafe and Topper react with equal enthusiasm, pulling each of you in for a hug. You and Rafe are the last to hug, him pulling you in brief but close against his large sweaty body, arms wrapped around you. You don’t even mind the stickiness of the hug, feeling deja vu at the warm feeling of being in his embrace again; a feeling that is foreign yet familiar, one you hadn’t felt before.

“Did you guys see Rafe’s goal in the second half!?” Topper asks, clapping his friend on the back.

“Of course we did, super star!” Millie cheers, giving Rafe a high five as he humbly shakes his head and laughs at his friends. The mental image of his goal was burned in your head, one that your mind would certainly play for you involuntarily over the next coming days.

“Alright we gotta go do some stuff with the team, but everyone’s going to Central Bar later. See you guys there?” Rafe asks.

“You got it,” Olivia replies, and they jog off with quick waves, you meeting those blue eyes in silent acknowledgement once again. It was that gaze that always made the rest of the world seem to disappear while his eyes met yours, making your heart skip a beat. He’s just a friend, you remind yourself. Just a tall, attractive, soccer-playing friend…

—

“Y/n! Liv! We’re doing a round!” Jake calls you and Olivia over to where him and Liam are already at the bar, four shot glasses ordered and lined up.

“On three! One, two-“ Liam chants, as the four of you down the alcohol. Central Bar had been buzzing with what felt like half of Westheath’s student body all day. After the game, you and the girls had gone back to your flat to nap and eat, before meeting up with Jake, Liam, and the rest of their boys to head to the bar. Rafe and Topper were already pretty buzzed when you guys got there, playing a round of table tennis with you before the rest of the soccer team and their other friends pulled their attention away. You couldn’t help the way your whole body tensed when Rafe greeted Lily with a tight hug, humbling you with the confirmation that Rafe’s actions toward you weren’t anything special. You resolved yourself to a night of drinking and dancing your worries away with Liv and Liam instead.

“Alright, round of table tennis? You two against me and Y/n?” Liam challenges.

“Please, I saw Y/n playing before, you guys have nothing on us,” Olivia flashes an evil smile, her competitive side coming out.

“Oh it’s on Liv,” you laugh, as your foursome stakes your claim at the pong table. While Olivia and Jake gather the balls and paddles, you notice Liam grimacing off into the distance. You follow his line of sight, landing on Topper and Millie drunkenly dancing together across the bar, a bit too close for comfort.

“What is she doing with that geezer,” he mumbles.

“Liam! Jealousy is unbecoming of you,” you gasp in mock disbelief.

“I’m not jealous,” he scoffs, and you quickly realize that he actually is, even though you had just been joking. Your jaw falls slack as you put two and two together. Liam and Millie were always by each other’s side, at school, at the pub, when you were all watching a movie at his apartment a few nights ago. He would tease her relentlessly and his own words rang in your ears If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Shut up! Shut up!,” you whisper yell, hand coming to your mouth. “I should have realized this whole time… of course you like Millie! Everything you’ve been telling me you think exists between me and Rafe has actually been about her! She’s your Uno reverse card!” You’re shocking even yourself at these revelations.

“No no no, you can’t use my own words of wisdom against me, that’s not how this works Y/n. So what, maybe I slightly give a shit about Millie? Who cares. Her and I both know that’s never gonna happen. I still stand by everything I said about you and Rafe so don’t think your getting off so easy on that.”

“Then tell me why you’re staring at Millie while Rafe hasn’t so much as glanced my way since the minute Lily Colts got here, hmm?”

“Oh Y/n, Y/n Y/n Y/n,” Liam tuts, shaking his head laughing as he turns to the game your group of four is about to begin. You don’t have the energy to argue with Liam over the matter right now, oblivious to the fact that Rafe had indeed been glancing your way, several times. In fact, he was glancing at you right now, as Liam reached his arm over yours to help you actually hold the paddle the right way. You just hadn’t been glancing back to notice, scared of what you may or may not see between him and Lily if you did.

—

The night dies down and it’s time for the pilgrimage back to your building. You’re walking with Millie when Liam quickly falls in step with you two. You give him a knowing smirk, to which he responds with a glare behind Millie’s back, but you let the two banter as you fall behind, now walking alone. You stare ahead, eyes mindlessly settling on Lily walking in between Callum and Henry at the front of the pack. You don’t notice the pair of legs that begin moving in pace next to your own.

“Tonight, by the way,” Rafe’s voice startles you as you jump next to him. He chuckles at the confusion written all over your face. “You asked last night when we’re watching the next episode. And my answer is tonight, L/n,” he states.

“Haven’t you been up since like the crack of dawn? Aren’t you tired?” you ask incredulously.

“Too tired for Game of Thrones? Never,” he scoffs, Liam’s words ringing in your ear. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Well then tonight it is,” you smile. “Sorry about the french fries last night by the way,” you say meekly, looking down at the sidewalk in front of you, cheeks burning.

“Seriously L/n, talk about a horrible throw. Room for improvement,” he jokes with a comforting smile, saving you from yourself.

“Good game by the way,” you add, grateful for the way he was letting you off.

“Thanks,” he looks at you, shoving his hands in his pocket. You turn to look at him too, and after a few moments laughter is taking you both apart. Nothing funny was said. Neither of you knew why you were laughing. And yet it felt natural, not an ounce of awkwardness in the air.

As your whole group walks into the building, people begin to peel off, splitting towards staircases and off elevator stops.

“I’m fucking beat,” yawns Topper, as you and all your flatmates file into your hall.

“I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight,” Millie yawns in agreement. One by one everyone files off into their rooms. You open your door, backing into yours, Rafe across the hall from you backing into his. Laughter tugs at both your faces once again, as you let your doors close. You manage to change into your sweats and brush your teeth before you hear the light rap on your door. Rafe enters, in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants, your weakness. But you feel comfortable being alone with him now. The Rafe jitters had finally began to subside.

“Alright L/n, episode 4, you ready for this?” he asks, plopping down in his spot next to you.

“Oh I’m very ready,” you reply, sitting up to reach for your laptop which was resting by your feet. As you lean back, you find yourself in Rafe’s arm. He had extended it out before you sat back, effortlessly catching you against him. His hand rests casually on your arm, and you gulp, pressing play. You pray he can’t feel the way your heartbeat quickens and your body flushes. So much for those jitters being gone.

The episode plays, you and Rafe making comments here and there before your chatter eventually dies down, leaving just the sound of the show to fill the room. You can feel Rafe’s body lean further and further down, becoming heavier and breathing slower. You very slowly turn to check, and sure enough he’s fast asleep. You sigh, and shut your laptop, careful not to stir him. You could easily shake him awake, tell him to go to his bed, but for some reason you don’t. You don’t mind him here. In fact, you almost prefer it, his body heat keeping you warm. He had already slept over once before and it clearly hadn’t been a big deal, so what was the harm in letting it happen again? You’re just friends after all, you remind yourself, not sure who you’re trying to convince. And so, the two friends fall asleep in the same bed again.

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Request for anon: Can I have Present mic, Aizawa, and all might where they learn their young student is fatherless? Like... their father walked out/went to prison when they were young. I'm sorry if this is time consuming, but I can't stop sobbing over my father.

I'm the situation baby but remember it wasn't your fault

I changed it up a little bit with Mics- I hope you don't mind

Present Mic:

• from the getgo something was wrong

• The moment you walked into class he could tell

• You looked like shit

• Dark bags under your eyes, hair messily brushed, just to get it out if your face, and your eyes were a light red.

• You didn't look particularly happy to be there either

• something turns in his stomach, a gut feeling that something really had went down

• And he hated seeing his students upset

• but he was relatively close to you to begin with, his felt different

• He felt like he had to do something

• Everyone settled into their seats as the bull rung but his eyes remained on you

• You honestly didn't pay attention during the lesson

• He could tell as much

• class finishes and the bell rings but you sit still, and it's not until most of the students have trickled out of the room do you start packing up

• He walks over and kneels in front of the desk "You okay there? You don't look so good," he looks concerned and his heart drops when he sees your lip start to quiver

• It takes you 0.27 seconds to break and you're frantically wiping your eyes as sobs wrack your body

• He's got his arms wrapped around you in seconds and you're leaning into his shoulder.

• He isn't sure exactly how long you're crying for but eventually you calm down enough to get out a coherent sentence

• "My-My dad was arrested Friday night. He won't tell me why- he won't let anyone else tell me why and I don't know what else to do," you cry, "I miss him so much and its only been a few days- I don't- I don't have anyone else, Mr. Hazashi,"

• And you're crying again.

• He has you take the rest of the day off, in fact he takes the day with you

• He calls in a sub (you don't know what strings he had to pull for that but you don't ask, at this point you don't care) and you two dip

• He takes you to get food, real food, that'll make you feel better

• He knows that'll help a little

• and after that he takes you to get something sweet- that tends to help mood and blood pressure and anxiety

• So he does his best with you

• He nutures you the best way he knows how

• if you need anything and I mean ANYTHING this man has you covered

• He does his best to step up in any way he can

• first off he extends his assignment deadlines and cancels two tests. Who needs them anyway.

• And you eat lunch in his classroom because he can well tell you don't want to talk to anyone else right now

• He closes it off (seemingly) so in reality its just you and him

• He'll probably tell Aizawa too but on the downlow (just so he knows)

• When holidays roll around, the dorms close.

• In this case- he let's you stay with him. He has an extra bedroom. He doesn't want you to stay in an empty house.

• You also get his phone number (which you gladly use) for anything really

• Bored? He'll deliver some shitty puns.

• Confused about homework? Text him.

• having a mental breakdown? He's got you covered.

• You got memes? Please for the love of God send them to him.

• The dynamic eventually shifts to a VERY father daughter relationship.

• He knows he'll never replace your dad. He understands that wholeheartedly, but he wants you to have someone

• He actually gets a letter from your dad, thanking him for taking care of you

• but he really doesn't mind

Aizawa:

• He had a feeling that there was something going on at home. Or rather, a lack of something.

• He's dealt with it in the oast- with himself and with past students and current ones

• Shinsou

• I mean, aside from that fact whenever parents were mentioned, you'd either stiffen up or wrinkle your nose

• You didn't really like the subject of parents

• There was an essay prompt about parents (nothing too personal) nd you ended up writing it on the extinction of dinosaurs and why God fucked up instead

"It'd be absolutely stellar to see huge lizards roaming the earth and occasionally stepping on people, you know? Jurassic park was onto something."

• Man's couldn't even fail you on it because it was written v well

• Anyway, he doesn't pry too much. He just silently figures it out by process if elimination and pattern.

• He doesn't really care too much

• In the sense if it doesn't define you and he doesn't help you because he pities you

• he helps you because he seems potential

• He takes you under his wing with shinsou

• Yall spend a whole summer training

• And that's when it all came out

• It was an accident really.

• Shinsou was tired, exhausted really

• and when people get tired- that tired- sometimes they spout random shot they wouldn't usually say

• and thats what he did

• he went on about his home life

• and if he could, you could too right?? You could trust them.

• "My dad walked out when I was a kid. Little, like 3. I have a few pictures of him holding me, but I guess it wasn't enough. I don't have any desire to meet him. Not anymore. But it left me feeling like I did something wrong? I guess? Which I suppose is why I train. Because then I feel strong. Which is a good difference from how it usually feels."

• He knew it.

• He called it.

• He was right again.

• He reassures you that you are good enough, strong enough, and his decision to leave had nothing to do with you

• and when he saw you give him a soft smile, he warmed.

• I mean really, it only goes up from there

• he'll deny it, or grumble under his breath, but he seems you two as his own

• Like these aren't my kids but they are my kids

• When dorms close on holiday yall get to stay because that's where he lives too

• Like if you chose too

• he's not gonna force you to stay but if you don't want to go home, you don't have too

• He has that power

• He will buy you food

• all you gotta do is ask

• and he'll roll his eyes and grumble something he doesn't really mean, just secretly happy that you feel comfortable enough around him to ask for something

• lmao family group chat

S: 'Hey Mr. Aizawa I found this cat. Hold on lemme send a pic'

A: 'Dont need a pic. Bring him home'

Y: 'What if he's ugly??'

A: 'gremlin. Bring him home.'

Y: 'Hey I saw this tweet that said 'kids be like watch this and do a half roundhouse spin kick clap and waste my fucking time' and it make me think of you.'

S: @ mr. Aizawa when he has to watch deku do sumn

Y: Lmaoooo like when he threw the baseball

S: LMAOO

A: Me watching you too try to figure out how to beat me in training

Y: Yikes bro

S: That was a rough one

• Does he regret giving you and shinsou his number??

• Maybe

• Not really

• Lmao super secret lunch movie days

• Every week on wendesday yall watch a movie. Usually it takes 2 or 3 days to watch the movie since lunch is only 70 minutes

• @ you accidently calling him dad one day and shinsou snickering but it stuck

• dadzawa lmaoo

Allmight:

• Man's has 2 underlings.

• You and Deku.

• Picked you up when he started teaching at UA

• Ion know let's say one day you popped off bc he said some dumb shit and you were like no sir that's clearly wrong

• schooled him in his own damn subject

• the other kids were like 😳

• what the fuck

• Anyway

• He see's you have potential

• And though he's not the best teacher, you seem to respond better to the way HE was taught

• So tbh its easier to teach you

• 'okay, now I want you to beat the shot out if that wall,'

'Okay lmao bet'

• Midoriya is like, hey mayhaps we should analyze the situation

• N ur like noe

• You just don't give a fuck

• about anything really

• other than moving up the ranks

• But even then- its not a super super big deal, you're just gonna do your best but you aren't gonna stress

• However he noticed a pattern w you (even before Midoryia brought it up to him)

• You don't let anyone in

• Midoryia knows a bit more than the other students but that's really only because he's always with you

• a good majority of the week he's w you

• but its not really a deep connection

• you don't rely on either of them

• You do your best to do things on your own.

• He knows midoryias life story

• he knows why he acts the way he does

• but he doesn't know why you do

• he has a gut feeling it could be the same as midoryia

• I mean he already had one kid who's dad dipped

• he'll surely be able to figure out you too??

• So he makes himself a promise that he'll figure it out and he'll become someone you trust

• And he does just that

• When you tell him about your nightmare of a family history he's like mm, makes sense

• but he's happy that you trust him!!!

• He's a BIG suckered for movie nights

• he's got popcorn, snacks, candy, chocolate, soda- he's prepared

• list of movies lined out all ready

• I lowkey feel like he'd be into lord of the rings or fast n furious

• fast n furious at LEAST

• He's really into American action movies

• and he has no problem sharing those movies with you

• he doesn't have a whole ton of money, like he's not rich, but if you or midoryia need something he's definitely there to get it for you

• even if ur like fam no you don't need too

• he'll buy yell food a lot

• a l o t

• and cards

• when you and midoryia get him a father's day card he thinks he's gonna cry

• You guys also have a group chat

• 'da faemilee'

• Y: "Hey dad do you have milk?"

A: "???? Do I have milk????"

Y: "ya I'm looking in your fridge n ion see any???"

A: "How'd you even get in????"

Y: "Izuku."

I: "lmaoo"

Y: Izuku you dumb bitch I left for ONE day

Y: And you got into a fight with Bakugou

I: He wanted to throw hands. I just did what you would do.

A: He's got you there

A: What do you guys want for dinner

I: Sushi

Y: Chicfila

Y: Izu square up

I: K

Y: Izu is fighting kacchow again

A: Beat his ass young midoriya

Y: Lmaoooooo

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