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muwur · 4 years

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Since requests were open I was wondering if I could request father headcanons for iwai + ushi + atsumu 🥺 btw your writing is vv tasty n I can’t wait to see you write more !! Keep up the good work n stay safe !!

haikyuu daddee headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for iwaizumi, ushijima, and atsumu

❧ gn reader

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a/n: omg u called my writing taSTY Dx i cri tySM 💞 that is a high compliment for me AHAHAHAH ILY and ty for the request!

also my lovelies i m back i m sry i was gone so long feojfe i miss yall <3 here u go enjoi, this was fun to write lmk if yall want more characetrs AHAHA

current listen: accidentally in love by sHREK AAHAH jkjk i mean counting crows, they cant take that away from me by ella fitzgerald and louis armstrong, love the way you lie by eminem and rihanna

requests: open!

iwaizumi

✧ prePARED daddy

✧ picked up on this parenting thing p fast, also does a lot of research so he’s ready to face any situation

✧ teaches his kids how to behave n respect others

✧ also makes sure they know not to talk to strangers and teaches them some self defense

✧ be warned these kids are packing a surprise can of whOOP ASS,, dont fuck w them,, plus u wouldnt want buff daddee iwa on ur tail

✧ honestly his kids would be ANGELS ,,, n thats cuz he treats them all so w e l l

✧ mans is ATTENTIVE. he asks his kids about their days, their interests, and encourages discussion about their fEELINGS 🥺

✧ always offers them really valuable and light-hearted advice

✧ and gives them the love and transparency we all wanted but never had--

✧ however his kids are easily (n negatively) influenced esp when uncle oikawa comes to visit--

✧ but mostly bc iwa gets annoyed and slips out a lot of curse words and a “shittykawa” and then his kids started calling oikawa that and now it’s ingrained in them forever fjoefefgfvi (*distant phlattykawa crying noises*)

✧ gives them LOTS of head pats and ruffles as signs of affection

✧ PACKS THEIR SCHOOL LUNCHES and ensures they eat a balanced meal

✧ attends all their games/events,, will get a bit rowdy hype them up

✧ def lets his kids sleep with him when they’re having a bad night or woke up scared from a nightmare (and waits for them to fall asleep before going to sleep himself fojref)

✧ when they were babies he usually succeeded to get them to stop crying by pulling funny faces, showing them their favorite cartoons, or humming a lullaby

✧ when they get older,,, u bet iwa would be suPER protective esp when their kids start being iNtErEsTeD in other people

✧ you: “iwaizumi, they seem like a really nice kid, though”

✧ iwa: *sitting with you in the car, across the street from the ice cream parlor your child said they were at, and spying from the window* “you can’t trust everyone, of course they seem ‘nice,’ they just want our approval”

✧ definitely did not interrupt his child’s potential first kiss at their house’s doorstep by slamMINg the door open “sUDDENLY” cuz he “hEard TheIR vOicEs and THougHt TO lET them In”

✧ effectively traumatized both kids

✧ tho he felt bad after n u made him go apologize so he did (and he was forgiven, only if he agreed to never spy on them again--)

✧ doesn’t stop him from scrutinizing every person yalls kid introduces to you tho

✧ overall a super supportive dad, 11/10

ushijima

✧ ok dEF does not know much about parenting ,, at first

✧ stared at his child like ???nani when you both changed their first diaper

✧ also had plenty of staring contests with his babies ,,, called it bonding

✧ was curious and tasted baby food once,,, immediately regretted it

✧ once put a volleyball next to his child, who attempted to bite it, and took it as a sign that they liked it

✧ after sum time n practice, his mind becomes split between “how to volleyball” and “how to dad”

✧ catch him in the kitchen wearing an apron and whipping up his kids’ favorite smiley face pancakes 😤😤

✧ has an amazing ability to get his kids to stop crying, does really simple things like give them their favorite toy or place a gentle hand on their hand or attend to their needs (mans can tell if they want food or needa poop) and they calm down immediately

✧ carried them on his shoulders once and now they never stop asking him for shoulder rides (not that he minds anyway)

✧ if theres two kids he can probs carry one on each shoulder cuz cmon ,,, have u seen this man

✧ always goes to every performance/game/event his child takes part in

✧ man smiles so soft™ when he goes to the 1st grade play and sees his kid’s name in the program next to their role as “townsperson b” (next year, they upgraded to “singing carrot” in a play about the food pyramid)

✧ if his kid ends up enjoying volleyball, he will teach them e v e r y t h i n g they need to know

✧ but is overall super supportive of anything else his child pursues and doesn’t push anything onto them, would rather let them choose what they want to do

✧ had n o idea what to do when his kid asked him about the birds n the bees asfghkl

✧ couldnt sleep one night thinking about it and just randomly asks you while yall laying in bed in the dARk like “so our child asked me how babies are made and I told them they came from watermelon seeds” (you: 👁️👄👁️ “come again”)

✧ you: *at the grocery store with your child*

✧ child: *hands you watermelon* “I want a little brother!”

✧ you: “haha of course honey” 👁️👄👁️ what do i do (*later to ushijima* “duhfojhguf we needa get another baby i promised our child a younger brother fohurof” ; ushi: “wat” ; you: “itS YOUR FAULT”)

✧ yall eventually tell them not every watermelon can produce babies only really special ones that are really hard to get fhuoefkfotfi theyre not ready for the truth

✧ another great daddee, we stan

atsumu

✧ knew parenting was stressful esp with bABieS but was like eh it cant be that bad right

✧ think again

✧ g o o d b y e s l e e p

✧ develops phat bags under his eyes, responds with a weak “aha im fine just that parenting life and the kids ykNOW” whenever his teammates ask if he’s oKAY

✧ tried to tempt his kids to eat their mush baby food by trying it himself, nearly gagged but was able to say “eughh yuMM”

✧ loves to lift them high up in the air, even throws them up a little and nearly drops them (yall almost died from feAR but babie was having so much fun,,, yall agreed to be just a bit more careful)

✧ rlly bad at getting them to stop crying, gets very stressed when he’s exhausted every option he can think of then calls you over for some help/advice (you: *immediately calms them down* ; ratsumu: “how--”)

✧ calls up osamu a lot to ask him how to make food ,, then simps whenever his twin brother comes over and the kids are in love with this man and his cooking (”dad why cant you make stuff as yummy as this”)

✧ very affectionate with his kids, gives them lots of hugs and kisses on the forehead

✧ plays with them a lot! whether it’s sports, just dance, animal crossing, or UNO, yOU NAME IT WE PLAY IT

✧ also has no mercy when playing competitive video or board games,, has made them cry more than once LOL

✧ so sometimes he toned it down n let them win,, until his kids actually got better and DEMOLISH him every time

✧ is cool with his kids cursing, just as long as they don’t do it in front of their teachers LMAO

✧ plays innocent when he gets a call from school saying his kid was using ‘inappropriate language’ and is like “whaaat? my child? im not even sure where they learned that, maybe check if the other kids in class are saying those things, too--”

✧ reminisces how much nicer his kids were to him when they were younger and all the time they spent together,,, bc now that they reached their tEeNS they want alone time

✧ wants to be B) cool dad so he tries kinda hard, esp in front of their friends but his kid’s just like dad pls dofjrgjigtgro

✧ also very supportive of whatever his kids want to pursue and dedicates time to help them in whatever ways he can (whether that be to help them practice, make sure he can provide transportation, get them supplies, etc)

✧ always playfully competing with you to see who’s the “better” parent (you win by default)

✧ PROTECTIVE dad and will easily intimidate ANYONE who crosses his kids

✧ takes sum adjustment and mental resilience but daddee atsumu perseveres 😤 absolutely loves his kids and would do anything for them

#haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #ushijima x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x you #haikyuu daddies #LOL #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi haijime x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #atsumu miya #ratsumu #atsumu miya x reader #haikyuu reader insert #requests

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itisa-profoundbond-sarandom · 3 years

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I don't know if you've always been into the X-men/Cherik fandom, or if you entered it recently, but AM I GLAD TO SEE SOME CHERIK POSTS ON MY DASH FROM ONE OF MY FAVOURITE BLOGS!?!?😍💗✨

I love them since years but I’m not really active in the Marvel fandom! wait- WHAAAT, I’m ONE OF YOUR WAT?! Thank you, dear!

My X-Men OTP 💗

PS. have u seen wandavision?

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trenchcoatdevilsworld · 4 years

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How to dye a heart [Tattoo Artist AU] {4/?}

Title: How To Dye A Heart

Warnings: probably lots of sass

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: sketching was always a way for (Y/N) to express her feelings, when words couldn’t. Drawing fascinated her and she always had a thing or to for her mothers tattoos. so when she finished school, (Y/N) went to Europe for a few years to become an artist.

Word Count: 794 Words

A/N: I am SOO INCREDIBLY SORRY for being an inactive piece of trash for probably over a year... :´) But thanks to quarantine I aspire to continue my stories as fast as I can!

Also I want to explain some tattoo terms to you in case you don’t know them:

Biomechanical - A style of tattooing also referred to as “biomech” in which a tattooist designs a piece (usually freehand) based on the client’s body flow in order to recreate a robotic or cyborg-like aesthetic to the client’s skin.

Blowout - This is what occurs when a tattoo is not applied properly and goes too deep into the skin. This causes the ink to “settle” strangely creating a minor cloudy effect around the initial design.

“Scheiße ist mir warm! Ist ja unglaublich, in Deutschland frierst du dir den Arsch ab und hier ist es im Sommer scheiße heiß! Ich gehe hier ein!”, (Y/N) yelled through the entire Studio. She has been back to America and her cousin Tony and it has become summer in the meantime. Everyone looked at each other in confusion Steve looked at Pietro, who just laughed, and then at Loki, who read a book and cracked a smirk. “Okay, I give up, what did she say?”, Clint asked, done with trying to figure out what that girl just said. Pietro started laughing more because of Clints reaction. Loki then put his book down. “She said, and i quote: ‘Crap it’s so hot! Unbelievable, in Germany you’re freezing your ass off and over here it’s fucking hot! I’m gonna die!’ “, Loki said, imitating all of her gestures. “Pfffft-”, Tony and Thor started laughing. “Oh yeah, okay, okay i got it, very funny”, (Y/N) said, bumping her fist against his head. “Ouch, hey!”

Considering the hot temperatures of summer, the “Avengers” studio closed for a day, making everybody open all the windows and clean the studio, not to forget the equipment. “Hey, don’t you guys got an autoclave?”, Loki asked when he looked at the studios cleaning utensils. “What’s an autoclave?”, Wanda looked at him, then at her brother confused. “Oh I think I’ve heard of that!”, Bruce mentioned. “Yeah, me too”, Steve and Natasha agreed. “In conclusion, an autoclave is a machine that uses steam and high pressure to sterilize tattoo equipment before and after each tattoo session”, Pietro explained. “In Germany we had one, some of them look a little like a microwave, but most of them look like a pot”, (Y/N) added. “That actually sounds good”, Tony considered, “I think we should get one!”

In the meantime about all the boys put off their shirts and worked in shorts, the girls changed into the most comfortable short tops and loose pants they could find. “I already forgot how freaking hot it is here, compared to Germany...”, (Y/N) whined. “You want some cold wat-”, Bucky started, wanting to offer her something to cool down, but Loki interrupted him, by laying his hand flat on her forehead. “So besser? (Is that better?)”, he asked. “Ahh, so schön kühl... Dankeschön, ich lobe mir deine generell tiefe Körpertemperatur du Eisriese (Ahh, nice and cool... thank you, I really appreciate your strangely low body temperature, you frost giant)”, (Y/N) sighed in relief. [Ay, see what I did there? *finger guns*]

Bucky strangely went really silent after that, still holding the water in his hand. “Uhm, Buck? Are you okay?”, Steve asked and pulled up an eyebrow at him, but the man with the metal arm tattoo just stared at the girl. “Nahw, Barns, you got the hots for her?”, Natasha and Wanda purred into his ears, one of them at each sides. “wHAT?!”, Bucky exclaimed. (Y/N), who still had Loki’s Hand on her forehead, and Loki himself and literally everybody else looked at the man who basically just screamed through the entire studio. “Are you okay?” (Y/N) asked. “Whaaat? Uh- Pff, yeah! Yeah I’m fine, all good”, Bucky Answered, trying to play it cool. He then proceded to lean on a table with one arm and weirdly crossed one of his legs behind the other. But to make this situation even more embarrassing, he slipped and fell. “I’M GOOD! I’m good..”, he said, standing up again. (Do you guys get what I’m trying to picture here..? I feel like I am not able to really describe the situation really good xD)

“You guys seem to like the Biomechanical Style huh?” (Y/N) said, referring to Tonys ‘Arch Reactor’ tattoo and Buckys ‘Metal Arm’ tattoo and sitting down next to Bucky, who settled in front of the studio to watch the sunset. “Yeah well, I had a Tattoo Studio named “Hydra” fuck up a tattoo on my arm, it had a huge blowout, so I came here for a coverup and stayed” Bucky answered. “Oh wow.. I heard of that studio, they closed it, but I heard of a lot people with messed up tattos..” she said.

The two stayed silent for a bit, then (Y/N) raised her voice again. “So... what was that today about yelling through the entire studio?”, she chuckled. Bucky jumped a bit. “Uh.. yeah, that was nothing uhm… exactly. Nothing.” “ I see”, the girl chuckled again. “Hey by the way, what’s your name? Like your whole name?” “uhm.. Bucky Barnes..”, he answered. “Oh come on, Bucky sounds like a name for a horse, what’s the whole name?”, she teased. Bucky chuckled a little.

“It’s James. James Buchanan Barnes.”

“James huh? That’s a beautiful name…”

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squidcalamarium · 7 years

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i cant believe pokemon super mystery dungeon cured my depression then turned right around and shanked me

#psmd #WTF #WHAT #WHAT T HE S FUCK #WAT TBTRHE FUCK #WHAAAT

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stargate365 · 5 years

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[SG-1] 9.13: Ripple Effect

UNSCHEDULED OFFWORLD ACTIVATION!!

When is it ever scheduled lol??

Every time they mention the Prior’s I get reminded of my ex. His last name was Pryor, and so it gives me the wiggins. Nice guy, just not right for me. His dog is cute tho.

I’m sorry… what. Who’s in charge, Amaterasu or Ba’al??

I’m sorry… whaaat… Landry has the wrong report??

IM SORYY WHAT? SELMAK!!

WHAT THE EFF. There is something wrong with SG-1.

I am confused… what color outfits are we wearing today and if this is the real sg-1, then how’d nobody not notice?

Stg, if they don’t give me Vala back soon, Im going to go watch Farscape instead.

…two SG-1’s? hoo boy, my brain is going bad places.

Oh dear… Sam has an I D E A.

Cam staph.

I’m sorry Daniel why are you being the sceptic? Mr. Pyramids are Alien Landing Pads. Mr. Lets go find Atlantis. Mr. Ascend to a higher plane of existence.

3rd scenario? Oh, that’s a trip and a half.

Our Daniel is cheerfully making notes… I’m sorry what? Alt!Sam got married?? To who? Not that berk Pete?

“She said ‘we’, you said ‘we.’”

“Finally someone who can keep up with you.” “Yep.”

“It’s SG-1’s idc… again.”

Holy shit… it’s a Rambo SG-1.

Dude… check out the SG-1 comprised of Cam and the muscle brigade.

12 teams? Will the real SG-1 please stand up??

OHMYGOD!!! JANET! JANET MY LOVE!!

A room full of Sams… wow. Just wow.

Lol. Will the real Colonel Carter please stand up.

Ohmygod. Martouf!! (He just walked into a room full of Sam’s. He’s in heaven)

Oh snap… Janet’s Earth is under siege by Plague??

“What were you expecting?” “Well… pants, for one.”

Daniel being flippant is always fun.

Chickenshit Asgard. Running off.

“I miss Thor.”

Erm… wat? Dark SG1 is… dark??

Well shit.

Jfc… the hell??

Okay wow, Other Teal’c is seriously grumpy.

Why does other SG1 want Atlantis…??

Lol. :D Sorry Other Cam, but SG-1 knows you just as well as you know yourselves…

Yes Cam, let’s go with that. #Indeed

Sam is so clever. This whole ep went over my head. I’m just happy to see Janet and know Im not the only one who likes the idea of multiple Sam’s.

;w; bye Janet.

Wait… whjat… Sam from Janet’s universe is… on maternity leave??

“We’d love to stay, but we have a planet to save.”

#stargate #stargate sg1 #stargate 365+1 #sg1 #9x13 #sg1 9x13 #ripple effect #sg1: ripple effect #day 235 #gif: jumpingpuddles

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fangmich · 7 years

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#wat #fangs adventure in tyranny #Yer a concubine Rhea!#I am WHAAAT?!#it's just a joke right?#did I miss something or...#I don't even know who the fuck this person is #its been months since I read up the background stuff for this game #my head is black hole

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righteousknighteous · 5 years

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Thirteen boxing

I can't shake this out of my head so here goes nothing.

Concept: Thirteen and fam are back in time visiting a carnival. They find out people have been going missing from it and the carnival organisers are being questioned. This is all hush hush, of course but you know Doc! So Doc is all "Let's investigate!" and find their way to the woods nearby where there is a camouflaged alien ship. Big shook. Doc is all "let's go!" and they go in to find some alien priests, whaaat! Aliens explain that an important artefact of theirs was Stolen, Drama! They bought a piece of armour of their old king because culture and someone took it. They have been taking and questioning the carnival-goers but the humans don't survive the alien's methods. Aliens say message already sent to home planet and Fleet on route, oh no! Tardis Fam go off to find artefact but quickly realise carnival too big! Wat do?! Then someone (probs Ryan) suggest they split up all Scooby Doo like! Brilliant! They agree to meet up at ice cream stand after set amount of time because Doc wants ice cream. After that time Yaz, Graham, Ryan return. What's this?! No Doc! Fam start panic, where Doc?! Then an announcement comes on the speakers that are everywhere, "Be sure to head over to our Boxing tent where our Champion fighter, Rhonda the Homewrecker, will be taking on another feisty contender! Jane 'the nurse' Smith! You DON'T want to miss this!" after THAT, someone (probs Yaz) goes, "You don't suppose..." they run over and sure enough Doc has decided to fight and defeat the champion because the champion waz wearing the artefact as a belt. All done, go back to aliens, give back artefact, no invasion, go home, everyone happy. But wait! ICE CREAM, oh wait, TARDIS has ice cream room, because of course it does.

((I'm so so sorry... My brain started going haywire when I started writing. Guess it's curse of the Whittaker.))

#doctor who #thirteen #yasmin khan #graham o'brien #ryan sinclair #boxing

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van-b-naar-b · 6 years

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WHAT IS GOING ON?

Zaterdag 27 oktober 2018

Hiiiiier ben ik weer, se.

Vorig weekend was verlengd weekend, zoals jullie weten, en ik ben eigenlijk heel blij dat op vrijdag twee vriendinnen mij hebben meegevraagd naar Drugyel. Dit is een plaatsje near Paro (Oh mijn God ik vind het soms echt moeilijk om bepaalde uitdrukkingen in het Nederlands te zeggen omdat ik dan het gevoel heb dat het niet goed klinkt), en hier was een soort van monastry (again). Ik was blij dat we een taxi konden nemen tot daar en het was écht een prachtige plek. Choki vertelde me dat hier ooit één ‘’oorlog’’ is geweest en dat dit een soort van oorlogsplek was. Hooggelegen, en rondom zag je inderdaad de wandelpaden (met enorm trappen en gigantische treden, Jezus ik kreeg al bijna astma als ik ernaar keek). Jammer genoeg konden we niet naar binnen omdat er renovatiewerken waren, maar ik heb écht genoten van het uitzicht en van mijn vriendinnen daar.

Toen we terugkeerden, was er geen taxi haha (WPA!!) (WPA betekent Western Panic Attack) (Allez ja, zo noem ik het toch). Ik merkte dat beide meisjes heel kalm waren en bleven wandelen en mijn overgestructureerde westerlijk brein kon dit gewoon niet vatten. HOE ZOUDEN WE TERUG GERAKEN WANT HET IS AL BIJNA AVOND EN WE ZIJN OP EEN REDELIJK AFGELEGEN PLEK HALLOOOO. Maar ze hadden gelijk, na een paar honderd meter wandelen, kwamen we toevallig een taxichauffeur tegen die ons graag terug naar Paro Town bracht. Daar zijn we dan iets gaan eten in Take-Away cafetaria (da’s zo een westerse tent waar je pizza, fried chicken, pasta enzo kan eten en ik ga hier eigenlijk gewoon altijd eten omdat ik NOGSTEEDS niet gewend ben aan het Bhutanese voedsel). Daarna namen we de taxi richting ons mandje, haha.

Op zaterdag en zondag heb ik eigenlijk niets gedaan. Ik ben eerlijk gezegd ook niet veel uit bed gekomen, gewoonweg omdat ik me niet goed voelde, mentaal. Ik heb thuis heel erg gemist dat weekend, om niet te zeggen verschrikkelijk erg, maar elke dag gaat weer voorbij.

Maandag had ik weer goede moed om terug positief te zijn. Ik ben gewoon naar college gegaan, heb supertoffe Australische UNE-studenten leren kennen die een weekje zouden meedraaien in PCE en heb ook Karine gesproken. Karine, International Officer van UCLL, was daar met Liesbeth en ik vond het echt supertof om nog eens met Belgen te kunnen praten en te kunnen praten over wat ik voel en denk en leer. Ik vertelde haar ook hetgene ik het meest heb ervaren tot nu toe: hoe goed wij het wel niet hebben in België en hoe dankbaar ik mijn mama ben voor alles, omdat ik dit in België nooit echt besefte. Daarna ben ik naar veggie market gegaan want ik had echt ander eten nodig dan altijd soep en noodles (ik kan beiden echt niet meer zien, ruiken of proeven, zelfs als ik maar denk eraan, verdraait mijn maag) en heb daar wortel, uitjes, watermeloen en granaatappels gekocht voor een appel en een ei. Ik leef hier zo vegetarisch, da’s niet normaal voor een vleeseter gelijk ik. Ik ben een jaartje vegetarisch geweest, jep, maar om redenen moeten stoppen, daarna was ik onafscheidelijk van vlees. Een vriendin van mij stond op de markt met haar oma en heb van die mevrouw ook pindaatjes gekregen als cadeautje. Zo lief.

Dinsdagochtend stond ik op met enorme hoofdpijn, en da’s eerlijk gezegd ook niet zo abnormaal. Mijn kamergenoten waren zo enorm luid, en dat vaak tot een gat in de nacht. Dan staan ze weer tussen 5 en 6 uur op. Ik ben op dinsdag dus voor de eerste keer niet naar college gegaan, gelukkig miste ik maar één les. Ik heb ’s middags worteltjes met uitjes gekookt en ben redelijk vroeg proberen gaan slapen.

En nu komt het… Op woensdag werd ik wakker rond 9 uur, klaar voor mijn wekelijks check-up gesprek met mijn mentor. Alles goed en wel, tot ik wou vertrekken. Nergens, maar dan ook nergens, was mijn portefeuille nog te vinden. Die zit ALTIJD in mijn rugzak. But now it was just gone. Disappeared. Vanished. Dus daar had ik weer een WPA (Western Panic Attack) en terecht deze keer. Ik heb mijn vrienden en mentor direct aangesproken dat ik mijn portefeuille niet meer kon vinden en heb de kamersleutel meegenomen naar school because NO WAY dat er nog iemand in die kamer zou komen tot ik mijn portefeuille vond. En geloof me, it is hella important, want deze bevatte niet enkel geld, maar ook mijn paspoort, visa, ID, rijbewijs, bankkaarten, studentenkaarten, Belgische SIM,… Omdat dit niet de eerste keer is dat iets zomaar uit mijn kamer verdwijnt (eerder ook Nu 15 000 = 200 euro en mijn back-up gsm), besloot de administrative officer deze keer de politie erbij te halen. Mijn documenten kwijt zijn, met slechts een vijftigtal dagen eer ik terug naar België keer, is een ramp.

Nu, ik ga niet het hele politieverhaal uitleggen, dat interesseert niemand. Het gekke is, ik heb maandagavond 300% zeker mijn portefeuille gehad in mijn kamer, ben de kamer amper uitgeweest tot woensdagochtend en TOCH is die portefeuille uit mijn rugzak genomen. Ik heb niemand gezien in die periode buiten mijn kamergenoten. De officier besloot dus mijn kamer volledig te controleren, inclusief alle kasten, tassen, zakken, dozen, hoekjes en kleinste kiertjes van mijn kamergenoten. Na een uur ALLES overhoop te gooien van hen, op de grond te smijten en hun vingerafdrukken genomen te hebben, was duidelijk dat in die kamer mijn portefeuille niet was. De officier beval ook dat ik van kamer zou wisselen, omdat dit al de zoveelste keer was voor mij en vertelde me dat mijn portefeuille waarschijnlijk ergens weggegooid is, omdat iedereen de hersencellen wel heeft of mijn spullen met mijn naam niet bij zich te houden.

All my hope was lost. Hoe zou ik in godsnaam ooit mijn documenten terug krijgen? Die hele procedure weer... Laat staan al die kosten… ’s Avonds tijdens attendence (om 20u30 moeten alle meisjes, buiten ik eigenlijk, zich altijd aanwezig stellen) werd dit hele gebeuren aangekondigd door de verantwoordelijke. Ook ik deed mijn woordje om duidelijk te maken hoe veel deze spullen wel niet voor me betekenden. Een meisje stelde dan ook voor om de volgende dag met z’n allen verplicht mijn portefeuille te zoeken. Maar ja, wie heeft daar nog hoop voor. Ook beschuldigden sommige meisjes mij dat het waarschijnlijk mijn eigen fout was, terwijl ik heel zeker was van mijn schuld en omdat ik soms met vrienden iets ga drinken... I was shocked. Such a cultural difference. Ik ben dus van kamer veranderd en lig nu bij twee klasgenoten van me die ik vertrouw en op donderdag ben ik dan maar gewoon teruggekeerd naar college, zonder documenten weliswaar.

De hele dag was ik down (WPA, je weet wel). En in het midden van de les werd ik door mijn mentor buiten geroepen. Alle gekheid op een stokje: iemand had anoniem mijn portefeuille gedropt in het hoofdgebouw van college. WHAAAT?? Alle documenten zaten er gewoon in. Enkel de Nu 1500 was weg. MAAR ALLE DOCUMENTEN ZIJN ER GEWOON!!! Ik heb dus echt gehuild van geluk. Waarschijnlijk had degene die mijn portefeuille nam beseft hoe zeer gekwetst ik was óf was ze bang geworden omdat niet enkel heel college het wist, maar ook de politie ermee bezig was.

Dit was een van mijn beste dagen hier, ik heb de hele dag gelachen en ’s avonds zijn we nog naar de volleybalmatch van de meisjes van de klas gegaan.

Op vrijdag hadden we Momo-party. Momo-what?! Meer dan de helft van de klas was samengekomen om samen momo/dumplings te maken. Iedereen had wel een taakje. Een momo is eigenlijk deeg met daarin eender welke groenten. Wij deden er ui en cabbage in, samen met wat kaas. Je kan er ook vlees in doen, maar omdat velen van ons vegetarisch zijn (Boeddhisme), gingen we voor een vegetarische variant. Daarna worden ze gestoomd en hebben we allemaal lekker samen gegeten. Ook heb ik een film gekeken met een van mijn beste vrienden en rond 21 uur was ik weer in mijn hostel, in mijn nieuwe kamer, doodmoe en klaar om te slapen.

Vandaag was het zaterdag en normaal denk je, heeeuy weekend. Ja, nee dus. Vanochtend hadden wij een gastspreker voor het vak Creative Arts en blijkbaar was hij dus echt wel een big deal. Het was een Bhutanese rapper, de eerste ooit hier, Kenzang Dorji was zijn naam en hij kwam zijn levensverhaal en visie op onderwijs brengen. Super interessant, echt waar.

En nu, lig ik om 16u27 in bed, denkende aan al mijn werk wat ik moet doen voor school. Denkende aan mijn ene examen (haha) dat eraan komt. Denkende aan het einde van mijn studie hier in PCE. Denkende aan mijn twee weken vrije tijd in de hoofdstad Thimphu. Denkende aan zo veel.

Weet je, het is eigenlijk heel raar hoe dag na dag er niets lijkt te veranderen, maar dat na een tijdje alles lijkt veranderd te zijn.

Wat ik wou meedelen met dit megalange blogbericht zijn twee dingen…

In elke cultuur zitten slechte mensen. Niet iedereen heeft het goed met je voor. Maar mensen zijn mensen en hoe jij op hen reageert maakt JOU ook een goed of een slecht mens. Hou gewoon altijd je ogen open, want je kan niet zomaar iedereen vertrouwen.

Het volgende is dat je altijd uit slechte dagen kunt komen. Ik heb hier hele donkere dagen gehad, dagen dat ik niets nog zag zitten, maar zoals jullie het spreekwoord wel kennen (NEE NIET NA REGEN KOMT ZONNESCHIJN): difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations.

En oke... nog 1 extraatje dan. Het laatste wat ik wil zeggen is NEVER EVER let people bring you down or make you sad. Jij weet wie je bent. Jij weet wat je waard bent. En soms is het niet mogelijk om dit te bewijzen aan iedereen. Maar leef je leven en geniet. Vooral geniet...

Tot snel maar weer XOXO

48 days to go!

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Summary: Reiji has a date at prom but it goes terribly wrong

“I don’t know if I like this Wataru-guy. He seems a little odd, yeah?” Tajima asked nervously, scratching his jaw.

Shrugging, Reiji yawned, “I’ll be fine. He’s the only reason I’m going to prom anyway.”

Sugai rose a brow. “Didn’t you say he was mean to you the other day?”

“Whaaat? No, that was Bakugo,” Reiji said quickly, chuckling nervously.

Cocking his head, Tajima said, “You always said that asshole was mean to you. Are you sure?”

Reiji nodded. “Yeah. Now how does this suit look?” he asked, turning to the side to show off his black suit.

“You look lovely, honey,” Sugai said, smiling. Though in his eyes, he had a look of worry.

Grinning tiredly, Reiji said, “Good.”

Reiji’s head popped up when he heard the doorbell ring and he rushed downstairs to get it and saw it was the very man they were speaking about: Akio Wataru.

“Ah, so you are the famous Akio Wataru. Nice to meet’cha,” Tajima said with a toothy grin, though his eyes were showing protectiveness over their son.

The man had shoulder-length black hair and a black suit as well— though nowhere near as fancy as Reiji’s— which Reiji was embarrassed about.

Wataru smiled, though it wasn’t reaching his eyes as he held out his hand for a handshake. “Nice to meet you as well, Mister Sunada.”

“Just be home by ten, alright?” Sugai asked, a concerned look in his eyes as he put a hand on Reiji’s shoulder.

Scowling, Reiji muttered, “You guys are too overprotective. I’ll be fine.”

“You can’t get mad at us for parenting, kiddo,” Tajima said, glaring at Wataru every now and then.

Wataru held out his hand for Reiji. “Ready to go?”

Chuckling, Reiji said, “More than anything. Let’s get out of here. Bye, love you, dads!”

“Love you too,” Sugai said first before Tajima nearly screamed it back to his son enthusiastically.

Reiji looked out the car window before furrowing his eyebrows. “This isn’t where we’re supposed to go, right?”

His date, Wataru, only smiled. “Mhm. We’re going somewhere else.”

“Really? Wh—where?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Uhh... okay.”

Sugai frowned deeply, his head in his hands as he sat on the couch. “I do not like his date,” he stated dryly.

A nod from Tajima. “Yeah... we should’ve made him come home earlier...”

“I could’ve swore he was the one Reiji was saying was picking on him,” Sugai stressed, almost angrily.

Tajima gulped. “Should we call him?”

That seemed to humor Sugai a little. “He left ten minutes ago,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Still!” Tajima barked, a desperate look in his eyes.

Sugai sighed. “Let’s just give it thirty more minutes, okay?”

Nervously, Tajima nodded. “Okay...”

“I— I knew you didn’t simply want to ‘go to prom with me!’” Reiji cried, hurrily putting his clothes back on.

Wataru darkly grinned. “You know you liked it. Don’t lie to me, doll.”

Backing away, Reiji yelled, “You’re insane! Get away from m—me!”

“Hm. Playing hard to get, eh? Well, at least I got the fun part. Good thing my parents are on a business trip, right, darlin’?” he snided, giving a smug look.

Reiji’s eyes showed fear yet his tone was venom. “You are a— a monster!”

The man smirked. “Well, if you tell anyone, you’ll be the slut of the school. We wouldn’t want that, right?” he said, holding up a camera tape— waving it around as a lazy threat.

“G—go screw yourself,” Reiji hissed, finally getting his pants buckled.

Wataru chuckled. “Fowl mouth. That’s funny. Well, fine, go back home. But again, if you tell anyone about this...” he went back to holding up the tape.

Though Reiji wanted to tackle the man and take the tape— he felt like he couldn’t go anywhere near the man who defiled him.

He just couldn’t.

“Fine. Just don’t ever fucking talk to me again,” Reiji growled, his voice still wet with tears.

Wataru kept his smug smile. “No promises.”

When Reiji got out of the god-awful house, he felt his phone buzz.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up...” Tajima muttered before a strained voice came onto the phone.

Reiji rasped, “Yeah?”

Both parents sighed in relief before Sugai asked, “A—are you alright, sweetheart? Are you crying?” he demanded.

“N—no. My voice just hurts,” Reiji responded.

Tajima nearly whispered, “Where is your date?”

It took a bit to respond but Reiji managed to mumble, “He’s— he’s just getting punch.”

“Oh. And where are you?”

“Talking to a— a f—few friends.”

Sugai made a noise of acknowledgement before asking, “Is Todoroki there? Or Iida?”

Another small pause before Reiji managed to splutter, “I— I lied.”

“What about, baby?” asked Tajima, cutting off Sugai who looked like he was about to respond.

Reiji sniffled. “I— I’m n—not at prom.”

Immediately, Tajima asked, “Where are you? Where is Wataru?”

“H—he w—was m—mean to me again... I’m in some random street,” Reiji sobbed suddenly.

Sugai stuttered, “What did h—he do to y—you?”

“...”

“Reiji, what did he do to you?”

The boy let out another sob. “J—just come here, please...”

Tajima instantly exclaimed, “We’re coming, bambino. Just stay there, okay? We’ll check with C.A.L to see where you are.”

“Okay... thank y—you,” Reiji rasped.

When the two got to the street he was in, there sat Reiji on a bench in his suit, his head buried in his hands.

Sugai was instantly checking the boy for wounds or injuries, but only found a bruise on his neck— or what seemed to be a bruise in the dimness— it being nine at night.

“What the hell happened?” Tajima asked, his tone not angry— just worried.

The boy shriveled up as his father said that, clutching suddenly onto his neck angrily— at the so-seemed bruises.

Sugai instantly pulled his hands away. “Love, you’ll hurt yourself if you keep clenching like that.”

“I— I trusted him!” Reiji suddenly screamed, sobbing and wailing.

It was lucky no one was around— literally. It was like an abandoned town or something.

Tajima wanted to find the bastard that did this to him and kill him— so did Sugai.

“What happened, sweetheart? Where is he?” asked Tajima, kneeling down.

The boy sniffled, giving an angry groan. “At— at his house. Please don’t go after him. At least n—not now...”

Sugai looked over to see Tajima furrowing his eyebrows before Sugai nudged him— beckoning him for a response to the boy.

“Of course, miele... let’s just get you home, okay? Are you hurt?” Tajima asked, tensing up more and more by the minute.

Shaking his head, Reiji murmured quietly, “It’s just hard t—to walk.”

Sugai’s breath hitched at that, only more desperate for an answer to what happened.

“Alright. I can carry you, honey. That sound good?” Tajima asked, cautious.

Though he was hesitant, Reiji nodded. “O—okay. Thanks.”

The car ride was a bit longer than intended— and quiet— but they managed to get to their house safely, and this time Sugai was the one to carry their son.

Tajima flicked on the lights as Sugai set him down on the couch.

“Here we are. Home sweet home,” the short father said with a grin.

He was expecting some kind of response— acknowledgement— anything; but all he got was a distant look from Reiji.

Sugai smiled awkwardly. “Do you want something to eat? Drink? Anything?”

“N—no thanks. I’m good,” Reiji said, hair covering his eyes.

With a sigh, Tajima said abruptly yet gently, “You have to tell us what happened, tesoro.”

Reiji quietly cried, squeezing his eyes shut— not responding.

“Love, you’re scaring u—us,” Sugai said, his voice breaking and his eyes desperate.

Silently, Reiji turned the other way, still shaking with quiet cries.

Tajima’s eyes widened with realization. “We’re scaring you, aren’t we?”

“Please d—don’t—” Reiji cut himself off, realizing he was just where his parents were— not with him.

Backing away with Sugai, Tajima asked gently, “Baby, can you please talk to us? Even just a word, anything. We’re a few feet away from you. If you want farther, just say the word, alright?”

Reiji wiped his tears flimsily before mumbling, “m’ sorry...”

“‘Sorry’? For what, sweetheart?” a shocked Sugai asked.

Still wiping away his tears, Reiji murmured, “For being scared o—of you. For— for scaring you.”

Tajima chuckled humorlessly. “You don’t need to apologize for any of that, bambino. Never. Okay?”

“O—okay,” Reiji dully repeated.

Quietly, Sugai asked, “Can you tell us what happened? Please?”

Reiji sighed. “When I talked about Wat— him, it wasn’t about Bakugo. He was the one bullying me...”

“Oh, honey...” Tajima trailed off before Reiji started speaking again.

Carrying on, he said, “At first, it wasn’t a big deal. But then he asked me out and I felt too afraid to say no. And then— and then—” He broke down in cries and sobs.

Sugai was fighting tears himself along with Tajima— and they didn’t even know the full story yet.

“Can— can we hug you, honey?” a cautious Sugai asked.

Quietly, Reiji nodded. “Please d—do.”

Tajima and Sugai slowly wrapped their arms around the boy after walking toward him.

“Oh, tesoro...” Tajima breathed into Reiji’s hair, his own body shaking with up-coming sobs.

Sniffling as well, Sugai mumbled, “We love you more than anything, sweetheart. You know that, right?”

Reiji nodded into their chests. “I— I love you too.”

“Please— please continue with the story,” Tajima pleaded, stroking Reiji’s hair lovingly.

Another nod into the men’s chests, Reiji said quietly, “I asked him where he was taking us when I saw he passed the school. He took me to his house.” Inhale. Exhale. “Then he— he touched me... and— and did—” Again, the boy broke down in sobs.

Sugai felt his whole world come to a sudden stop.

Tajima felt like his heart has been shattered a million times.

“O—oh, love, I— this is all my fault, I didn’t trust him fr—from the very start and now— and now—” He cut himself off with sobs.

Tightening his grip, Tajima sobbed loudly, “Baby, I’m so, so sorry! I’m so sorry— did— did he hurt you?” he suddenly asked, repeating his question from earlier.

Reiji wanted to scoff at that but he quietly mumbled, “There’s b—bruises all over m—my legs and my neck. And... hickeys. I— I think I’m b—bleeding down there t—too...”

“Should— do you think we should take him to the hospital?” Sugai asked worriedly.

Immediately, Reiji yelled, “N—no! No h—hospitals! Please! Not now!”

Tajima frowned deeper, tears becoming a waterfall. “Miele, I— I think it’s for the be—”

“No! I said no!” Reiji screamed, his eyes showing the look meant for someone else, not his parents.

Instantly, Sugai gently whispered, holding Reiji’s hand, “Okay, love. Just... just eventually. Okay?”

Reiji’s glare softened suddenly. “Okay.”

“Can you get some rest, honey?” a worried Tajima asked, before letting his lips linger on the crown of Reiji’s hair.

Quietly, the boy mumbled, “Only if you guys can stay... and if it’s on the couch... I don’t want to see another bed for awhile.”

Sugai sadly smiled. “Sounds good, love. Just rest those beautiful eyes, okay? When you wake up, we’ll still be here,” he whispered.

“Thanks... can I— I lay with you?” the boy asked nervously.

Nodding, Tajima adjusted himself and cautiously pulled Reiji on top of him, sitting on his lap.

Sugai gently leaned on Tajima and put an arm around Reiji. “Is this good, sweetheart?”

“Y—yeah. Thanks again,” Reiji repeated, burying his face into Tajima’s chest as Sugai kissed the side of his head.

Sweetly, Tajima cooed, “Of course, miele. You know how much this family loves cuddles.”

The joke seemed to get a small muffled laugh out of Reiji.

It wasn’t long before he ended up falling asleep, curled into the shorter father’s chest.

Sugai sighed when he heard Reiji’s gentle snores. “Poor thing... I swear I’ll find that man and kill him.”

Nodding in agreement, Tajima bit back a snarl. “Let me join you,” he grumbled.

“First thing in the morning, we’re taking him to the hospital,” sternly said Sugai.

Tajima sighed. “I guess you’re right.”

Narrowing his eyes, Sugai muttered confidently, “I’m always right.”

“I’d get him out of this suit but after what he went through... I don’t know if we can,” Tajima mumbled.

Sugai sighed, pressing another kiss to the side of Reiji’s head. “I agree. It’d be terrible if we startled him.”

The couple stayed there, silently watching over their son.

The next day, Akio Wataru would not have a good day coming.

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