#Cant wait to look back in february and just be like

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

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My theory is that since Sally was talking about Medusa while saying “not every monster is a monster”, and it would be contradictory to have Percy kill Medusa later on, I feel like there might be a twist to the story in which Percy and friends sympathise with her in a modern retake. Gabe would not be killed by Medusa’s head then, so they didn’t have had to make him so mean in the first place. Rick also said his opinion of Medusa changed after writing the books

[lacomandante]

me: this will be a quick piece :) also me: goes overboard on the hair....help me

[russellbee]

YOU'D THINK THEY'D KNOW BY NOW (OP81)

oscar piastri x fewtrell!golfer!reader (she/her) summary. you and oscar have both started your professional careers, so it's the perfect time to share your relationship with the world. pr makes you wait a bit and chaos ensues. (mainly smau, a little bit of writing) (2.7k) warnings. for sexual implications (but no actual sex) and nosy fans. andi's note!! so this is kind of a condensed version of a series i might write (though i'm not sure). anyway i hope you all enjoy bc i had a lot of fun making this!

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september, 2022 ->

Lando Norris why does my new teammate follow u

and why do u follow him

whats goin on there 🤨🤨

You lan please tell me ur joking

Lando Norris wait.

HES UR BF?? Ur Bf OScAR?

You …yes???

Lando Norris HES THE GUY WITH THE BITING THING??? 😨😨

You i am blocking you

never bring that up again oh my god

Lando Norris …is it the teeth? he looks like a bunny 🐰

YOU HAVE BLOCKED LANDO NORRIS.

january 2023 ->

yourusername

[caption 1: some fun b4 i go pro...] [caption 2: 📍orlando, florida] [caption 3: @.maxfewtrell @.landonorris]

story replies:

oscarpiastri i think i might have to stick with mini golf 😅

yourusername but i like teaching you golf ☹️☹️ oscarpiastri you just like holding my hands yourusername well duh

maxfewtrell i don't think we can play golf with oscar again

yourusername DONT BE MEAN yourusername he's my bf who cares if he can't swing maxfewtrell i do! i've got a golf ball-sized bruise on my thigh if you want proof yourusername stop crying, there's an ice machine in the hallway 😒

landonorris i am banning you from races idk if i can deal with you and oscar together

yourusername well ur not the fia...so i will now be attending every race i possibly can. just to terrorize you landonorris at least stay in his garage pls. yourusername ...did i tell you what pr said landonorris NO PLS I CANT yourusername it's just till belgium! landonorris brb planning my retirement

yourusername first pro tournament 😁 very happy to have this opportunity (and to be in florida again!)!! thank you @.hiltongrandvacations!

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gatorswgolf We miss you!

yourusername miss you all more!!! 🐊

logansargeant florida golf is always good 😌 (liked by yourusername)

user LOGAN??? user he's shooting his shot ↳ user let him live 😭😭

user that's my golfer 🥹

user like wydm she's pro now??? 😭☹️

user i think we need another quadrant video of her destroying lando and max in golf 😁 (liked by yourusername)

maxfewtrell swoosh!

landonorris swoosh!! yourusername alright why are you making fun of me... ↳ maxfewtrell we're reminding you of your humble origins ↳ yourusername 😒😒

landonorris your cat looks like he's crying...

yourusername leave him alone 💀 user her cat...?

february 2023 ->

"It's only a four hour difference." Oscar murmurs and you groan into his neck. "Don't remind me." Oscar's hands, warm and comforting, hold you against him. Your suitcase packed for Thailand and Oscar's packed for Bahrain sit near the couch you're lying on.

"We've had worse." He continues, his hand on your lower back squeezing your side in reassurance. You shift your head so you can see Oscar, his recently cut hair and soft smile. "I don't wanna share you, can you just be my trophy boyfriend?" His nose scrunches up when he tilts his head back as he laughs.

"I'd have to work on my golf knowledge before I can do that."

"I don't mind you being a little clueless. ‘Cause then I get to play teacher." You position your knees on either side of Oscar's hips, grinning down at him as you speak. A bright red flush builds on his neck and face. "I think everyone knows that's just your excuse to touch me on a public golf course."

"Obviously," You roll your eyes, face a little warm. Oscar grins, teeth and all. "It's not the worst way to learn when it's from you."

"Yeah?" Oscar sits up more so he's level with you. "Makes it more fun. Since...it's golf."

"Oscar!"

yourusername close friends story

[caption: i want my bf back. but thailand here i come 😭✈️🇹🇭]

story replies:

oscarpiastri we'll see eachother soon ❤️

yourusername ITS NOT SOON ENOUGH oscarpiastri miss you too! yourusername i love u and i miss you already 😭 (oscarpiastri reacted with ❤️)

maxfewtrell it's been like one day.

yourusername ur one strike from being kicked off my close friends maxfewtrell i actually might enjoy that. no more photos of you and oscar kissing yourusername ...ykw just for that i'm keeping you on it forever

logansargeant i'll treat him right while you're gone👍

yourusername YOU BETTER

march 2023 ->

sentosa golf club, singapore

yourusername a very good weekend! 🏆 thanks for having me, @.hsbcwomensgolf! see you soon @.f1 😁🇸🇦

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maxfewtrell alright we're never playing golf again

yourusername this is you admitting you're bad btw. 😁😁 maxfewtrell i was gonna congratulate you but i think i've changed my mind

landonorris share some champagne please? 😌🥂

yourusername it's gonna be flat by the time i see you again landonorris it's okay you can just buy another bottle yourusername nuh uh. you've got the money to buy it yourself! user my otp...i need them together now ↳ user i don't think max would ever let that happen ↳ user LET ME DREAM

user oscar in the likes? i see you op 👀

user he's BEEN here. he is never not here tbh...

user OMG YOU'RE GONNA BE AT JEDDAH???? (liked by yourusername)

Mclaren • MclarenF1

Lando & Oscar take a quiz on golf terms with @.yourusername! [Video attached]

Lando Norris Get destroyed @.OscarPiastri ↳ Oscar Piastri You've got the upperhand. I wasn't going to win anyway 🤷‍♂️

Y/N Fewtrell @.OscarPiastri you'll win next time 😉 ↳ Lando Norris I'm gonna put in all my effort so you don't rig it

yourusername jeddah things 🌺 (tagged landonorris)

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landonorris is there any trophy for golf quiz winner?

yourusername nope :) landonorris damn. all that and i get nothing yourusername cry about it

user soft launch and lando on the same post...hmmmm

user 🤔🤔 user building up an essay on why they're dating user you guys are insane 🙄 they're not even that close ↳ user she's literally only been seen with lando this week. who else would she be dating?? ↳ user i think you're forgetting the fact she was also seen with oscar... ↳ user they just met. don't be ridiculous

oscarpiastri it was nice seeing you!

yourusername you too!! 😊😊😊😊 maxfewtrell are you going insane user MAX??? user crazy behavior from the fewtrell siblings... ↳ user LITERALLY!! the emojis?? max's deleted comment?? what's going on 👀👀

april 2023 ->

yourusername close friends story

[caption: BIRTHDAY BOYYYYYY 🎂🎉!!!!! my amazing bf has turned 22 everyone go tell him happy birthday 😠]

story replies:

oscarpiastri i love you so much ❤️

yourusername if you actually loved me you'd come back to the flat early oscarpiastri On My Way! (you reacted with 😭)

maxfewtrell tell oscar i said happy birthday 🎊

yourusername 👍 maxfewtrell why did it take you 2 days to respond to this

may 2023 ->

yourusername public story

[caption: wasn't my best performance, but either way, thank you @.jmeaglelachamp for having me! time to go coast to coast ✈️ (📍 los angeles, california)]

story replies:

oscarpiastri can't wait to see you ❤️ you look great in orange 😍

yourusername i miss you!!!! yourusername the orange was for you i hate that color so much (oscarpiastri has reacted with ❤️)

oscarpiastri btw you did so well, don't beat yourself down

yourusername i love you so much yourusername now go do your pr lando is messaging me (oscarpiastri has reacted with 👎)

user the orange??? 👀👀👀

user • user

max f's sister wearing papaya at her tournament in la...interesting

user put some respect on her name 😭 she's literally a professional golfer not just max's sister ↳ user lmao literally. also the constant dating rumors in HER insta comments is crazy. keep that to yourself, you don't need to go telling her

user the 'time to go coast to coast' on her story...is she gonna be in miami?? ↳ user there's a tournament in new jersey next week, which is also on the east coast. she might just be flying there. ↳ user idk the papaya outfit seems like a hint. i have a feeling she's gonna be in miami ↳ user the delusions are crazy

Formula 1 • F1

@.yourusername is in the paddock, with Mclaren of course 😉 #F1 @.MclarenF1

user F1 ADMIN WHAT DO YOU KNOW

user where's the person who called me delusional. are you seeing this

user LANDO IN THE BACK you're kidding me like this can't be real

messages with logan sargeant 🦅

logan sargeant 🦅 oscar's snap says you're in a mcdonald's parking lot

can you get me an oreo mcflurry (00:19)

logan sargeant 🦅 how are you still in the parking lot WHAT ARE YOU DOING

logan sargeant 🦅 actually don't answer that (1:47)

you srry my phone died we got you the mcflurry

logan (3:28)

logan sargeant it's been 3 hours...

p sure oscar has my extra keycard btw

you alright he's dropping it off

sleep well 🤗

june 2023 ->

springfield, new jersey

yourusername OHHHH YEAHHH!!! a great weekend in new jersey, thank you @.kpmgwomenspga for having me!!!!!! 🏆🏆🏆🏆

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yourusername also smth coming soon...stay tuned 🤭

user can you just tell me now, my dms are open i swear i won't tell anyone user please. im not patient. please 😭🙏

oscarpiastri congrats! 👏🏆

yourusername thanks!!!! 😆

user alright...where is lando

user you cannot be serious. she's celebrating a win and you're speculating on her relationship?? ↳ user it's not that serious 🙄

maxfewtrell legend in the making 👑

yourusername why are you being nice... yourusername THANK YOU!!

user WHY HASNT LANDO COMMENTED

user lando hasn't even liked...WHERE ARE YOU LANDO

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sportsmag @.yourusername, a rookie in the LPGA discusses golf, relationships, f1, and her new found fame in our June edition. the full interview can found at our website sportsmag.com!

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Y/N FEWTRELL TALKS GOLF, F1, FAME, AND ROMANCE WITH SPORTSMAG

June 30th, 2023 • Lola Lyon

In May earlier this year, I had the pleasure to meet with Y/n Fewtrell at a golf course (a personal favorite of hers) in Florida. She acts the same way she does on social media; energetic, snarky, yet kind. However, I noticed a shyer part of her personality when discussing the people and things she holds dear.

I seemed to be the first person to ask her about her relationship status — as an interviewer. The young golfer's comments have been full of relationship spec....

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user • user

alright i paid for the y/n fewtrell article, will be posting some very important quotes below 🧵

user "Before she told me about her boyfriend, she told me about her feelings on the speculation. 'I never expected my relationship to be a big deal to so many people...it's a lot sometimes to see people assuming I'm dating a close friend or just a stranger. It can be funny though to see how many jumps people have to make to associate me with someone else. So far, not many people have been right."

user "I then asked her what her favorite rumor was. Her reply is something I'm sure not a lot of people could guess. "My favorite?...I mean— the ones including Lando are always so weird. He's my brother's best friend, and he's a close friend of mine. But I'm not dating him. I don't know if I could live an entire week with him as my boyfriend [laughter]. He's a great guy but, yeah. Not dating him."

user "Golf, according to her, has always been a staple in her life. 'I first played golf in Singapore, and I didn't love it at first. But, Max had played before so he was better than me, naturally. [laughter] It made me so mad. So I just kept playing, I started practicing and watching tournaments on TV. The first time I ever beat Max, I thought: What am I supposed to do now? I kept playing after that, obviously [laughter] and I still beat him, so."

user on her mindset going into a tournament: "I mean, I try to stay positive. I've— I know how sports, especially those in the public eye, can damage your self-esteem. I dealt with it myself a couple times when I was still at the collegiate level. Hearing people be so rude about you and your skills, it hurts. So, sophomore year I think it was, I started logging out of all my social media accounts a couple days before a game or a tournament. The only criticism I needed was my coach's, and now I feel like I'm at a point in my career where I can judge my own skills."

user "For my final question, I asked her about her opinion of the current F1 season. '[laughter] Well, I'm supporting Mclaren obviously. I know Red Bull's been doing really well. I've heard— seen people's complaints on Twitter, it's something. But honestly, good job on Red Bull for making a rocket ship [laughter]."

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july 2023 ->

Mclaren • MclarenF1

A message from Lando and Oscar before summer break!

[Lando and Oscar are standing in front of a barren wall, both wearing their team polo's. "Hi everyone, Oscar —and Lando— here." Oscar glances at Lando who starts speaking. "It's been a decent start to the season, but we're gonna go rest and come back better than ever." He gives a tired smile to the camera, and then Oscar starts speaking. "I, personally, will be vacationing with my girlfriend. So, I'm excited. What about you, Lando?" Lando's smile has changed, he's clearly trying to stop himself from laughing. Oscar raises a brow. "Um— I've got a nice vacation planned, gonna visit family too." Oscar nods along. "We'll see you all in Zandvoort." Lando waves to the camera, and a second before the video ends he can be seen falling forward, laughing hysterically. Oscar has his head tipped back, laughing as well.]

user mclaren admin i think you uploaded the wrong cut...

Mclaren Nothing wrong here 😉 ↳ user OMG ↳ user they posted this...on purpose...hmm... ↳ user i swear this means oscar's gonna hard launch his gf i know itttt

august 2023 ->

yourusername and oscarpiastri how did no one assume this. where were you all at. Hi, everyone 👋💗 (edited 3hrs ago.)

logansargeant FINALLY i no longer have to cover for you guys omg

logansargeant congrats tho! ↳ oscarpiastri thanks mate! ↳ yourusername you were our strongest soldier. we will get you a reward dw ↳ oscarpiastri we did not agree abt that ↳ yourusername do i have to remind you about the mcdonalds situation from miami ↳ oscarpiastri logansargeant i'll send some money your way as a reward user alright. whats going on here guys ↳ user i'm getting the feeling they somehow traumatized logan in a mcdonalds

user I'VE BEEN HERE (liked by yourusername)

user i knew it. oscar had been in her likes for so long user i think i manifested this tbh

maxfewtrell i feel that i'm owed a thank you

yourusername thank you for driving in the formula renault eurocup in 2018, max. i would've found him anyway but i'll let you take credit ↳ maxfewtrell i knew something was wrong from your formality. but i'll take it. ↳ user it's giving "i'd find you in every universe" ↳ user user WHAT IF I DIED oscarpiastri thank you both for being obnoxiously loud talkers ↳ yourusername OSCAR 😢

user THE CAPTION CHANGE 😭😭

landonorris oh thank god. yourusername please stay in oscar's garage, and oscar's garage only from here on out.

yourusername that won't stop me. i will make you increasingly annoyed every single race i attend until you explode oscarpiastri should i remind you that this is a public comment section and you're also talking to my teammate? ↳ landonorris yourusername LISTEN TO YOUR BF ↳ yourusername check your text messages ↳ landonorris why are you like this ↳ oscarpiastri landonorris i think you deserved that mate user oscary/n casually traumatizing every member of the grid. love this

mclaren 🧡🧡 our favorite couple

yourusername admin you are my favorite mclaren employee ↳ oscarpiastri what about me? ↳ yourusername favorite person on earth. obviously. (liked by oscarpiastri)

user • user

so it seems that i am actually delusional. anyway #oscary/n

THIS IS SO LONG I'M SORRY

[elalfywhore]

we hug now

I have a feeling you got everything you wanted. And you’re wasting time stuck here like me. You’re just thinking it’s a small thing that happened, the world ended when it happened to me.

december 23, 2023, Friday

three times a year. there was three time a year paige and i got to enjoy our 1 on 1 time and not worry about anything or anyone else. the first being in february, id go down to uconn and spend a week there, the second in june; our yearly vacation getaway to whatever tropical beach our hearts desired, the last and final time is december, when paige comes home for christmas.

usually i always look forward to these times of year but this; it’s off. the incident happened a little under a month ago, paige and i still hadn’t really talked about it. hours after i had gotten home from the park, she called; crying and pleading, claiming it was a bad angle. i’m still not sure what to believe but we had left on an agreement, we’d talk about it when she got home for christmas.

now that times here and i cant help but feel like lump in the back of my throat as i read the text i just received from paige.

pooks: just landed, can’t wait to see you baby

read 5:18pm

i sigh, not bothering to respond; id see her soon enough anyways. that’s how it had been lately, id dry text throughout the day and every night paige would facetime me, we’d have small talk until one of us fell asleep.

i still love paige, of course. i’ll never stop loving her, but i can feel my energy running low. i get up; preparing to shower when my phone dings again.

paulina: hey, obviously no pilates this sunday because christmas but maybe tonight we can catch a movie or something?

paulina: if you’d like, im super bored

read 5:29pm

paulina has been, a lot. not in a bad way or anything but it’s the first time i can tell someone has a interest in me besides paige. before going to type up and respond i realize, i’ve never even mentioned paige to paulina. i guess we just never really talked about relationships.

me: heyyy, sorry can’t tonight ): my gfs coming down from connecticut for christmas

read 5:32pm

paulina: oh, that’s cool. didn’t know you had a girlfriend.

delivered 5:35pm

not wanting to engage in awkward conversation, i throw my phone down and prepare to shower; now it’s time to worry about paige.

pulling up to paige’s moms house was nerve-racking. usually it felt normal, like coming home. paige’s mom and i have a great relationship. she’ll call me sometimes to grab lunch or get our nails done together. this last month she hadn’t called, i just assume paige asked her to give me space.

before i can even get out the car, paige is opening the front door like she had been waiting by it. i close the car door behind me and paige is already halfway to me; goofy smile on her face.

“hi, my love.” paige pulls me into an embrace, her voice somehow raspy yet so soft as she leans down to peck my lips. “missed you, s’much.” she buries her face in my neck, breathing in my scent like a dog who missed its owner. my arms come up to wrap around her neck; having to tip toe i kiss the side of her neck, “missed you too.”

we stand in each-others embrace for a bit, taking one another in, in the middle of her moms driveway. she frowns a bit as i pull away, “let’s go inside, it’s kinda cold out here.” she nods to my command, leading the way inside her house.

as we walk in, i’m greeted with the smell of something delicious cooking. “well aren’t you two the cutest thing.” paige’s moms voice rings as we enter the kitchen. “hi mom.” i beam, walking towards where she stands at the stove. “hi, sweet pea. how’ve you been?” she smiles, pulling me into a hug. “i’ve been okay, cooped up.” i say making us giggle. “well, i hope you’re hungry. i made paige’s favorite; pork chops.”

after dinner and helping clean, we head upstairs to paige’s room. my heart pounds with each step up, knowing the conversation that’s coming. as paige opens the door to her room, she looks back at me for a second; she looks just as nervous. she steps back, allowing me to go in first.

i sit on her bed, familiar purple sheets and scents flooding my senses. although i know how hard this talk will be, i can’t help but notice how good she looks. grey sweats hanging from her hips, black t-shirt with not a single wrinkle in it, her hair down and free from her signature braid/pony combo.

paige closes the door, coming to sit beside me. planting her hand on my thigh with a loud exhale she states, “where should we start?” “i’m not sure.” i whisper, choosing to look down at my hands playing in my lap rather than up at her. paige must notice my anxiety going through the roof, “hey, hey.” she grabs my chin, making me look into her intense stare, “we’re gonna get through this, okay?” she whispers. “okay.”

“you know how much i love you, right? how much i value you?” she caresses my face, “i would never, i mean ever, do anything to hurt you, daya. i know how fucking bad it looks but i swear, it was a bad angle. i would never, my love. not with azzi, not with anyone.” she talks soft, slow, unlike herself. tears welt in my eyes and my voice cracks, “why were you holding her like that?” i put my head down, not wanting her to see me cry. “hey, hey, shh. baby, look at me.” she grabs my face, wiping my tears away with her thumbs. “the video only showed like a split second, someone was trying to get past her and she didn’t hear them say excuse me, i swear i was just trying to get her out the way.”

her gaze on me is soft, gentle as always as she hushes away my cries and sniffles with each word.

had i really reacted like that over a bad angle and azzi being in the way of someone?

suddenly, i feel stupid. the tears pour down as embarrassment kicks in. “do you promise?” i hiccup, making her hold her pinky out. “i pinky promise, baby.” she softly smiles, as our pinkies interlock. “i’m sorry, for being all crazy.” i whisper, making her giggle. “it’s okay, baby. i just wish you would’ve believed me instead of ignoring me for a month.”

god, i feel like shit.

“sorry.” i whimper at her response, guilt eating away. “hey, hey, it’s okay my love. we’re okay now.” she scoots closer, wrapping an arm around me, the other turning my face towards hers once again and wiping away tears. “give kiss.” paige whispers, puckering her lips. i giggle softly;

she always knows how to make me feel better.

i lean in, softly pecking her lips, “you can do better than that, baby.” paige bites her lip. i softly peck her lips, one, two, three more times. each peck we melt more and more into each other, each lasting a bit longer than the last. the kiss deepens and paige leans back on her bed, pulling me with her. my legs straddle her and her head makes contact with the pillows, her hands on my hips.

i moan into the kiss as our tongues swirl around one another’s, i grind my hips down into hers; her hands leaving my hips and finding my ass, helping grind me into her. “i missed you, so fucking much.” paige finds the time to say in between kisses. “missed you too, pooks.” i say, breathing heavily. i lean up, pulling my hoodie off of my head, followed by my bra. i stare into paige’s eyes but she’s more focused on my tits on display. her hands immediately go to grab at them, smile on her face. “i can feel how wet you are through your leggings baby.” she softly pinches my nipples, biting her lip.

“do something about it.” i dare but i find myself gasping out as she flips us over, planting herself between my legs, one of her hands sliding down my tummy and into my leggings, “i will.” she smiles, taking my nipple into her mouth.

“jesus christ paige, did you rob santa?” i joke as we lug the dozen gifts into my parents house. “look, i gotta show out this nil money for my in laws.” she goofs back, closing my front door behind her.

although it’s just me and my parents here and i open my gifts at paige’s house every year; my arms are hurting from carrying their gifts inside.

“hi, mr.slicker.” paige greets my dad, putting the gifts up the tree and going to dap him up from his recliner, where’s he’s watching tv. “hey, paige, how’ve you been?” although paige isn’t as close with my parents as i am with hers; i can immediately tell my dads tone is colder than normal. “i’ve been good, just school and basketball.” she manages to keep it calm and cool. “hi, paige.” my mom comes into the living room, presumably from the kitchen. “hi mrs. slicker.” paige’s walks over; giving her a hug. “how are you?” paige smiles, “i’m fine, how’s connecticut treating you?” my mom questions. “it’s been good, i can’t wait for daya to come watch me play.” she nods.

a awkward silence falls over the room and my mom and dad just look at paige, my mom squinting a bit. “let’s do gifts! we’re gonna head to her moms after and lauren’s impatient to open gifts!” i say going towards the tree to hand out the neatly wrapped gifts.

after the most awkward encounter ever to happen in my living room is over, we finally head to paige’s.

paige’s house is a lot different from mine: especially during the holidays. instead of bland thrown together decorations and a quiet house, her house is loud in every way possible. loud with people talking, christmas carols playing, bright green and red all through the house, the smell of honey baked ham. it’s like christmas threw up.

i smile as we walk inside, all of her moms side inside, lauren immediately coming to greet me. “daya!” she exclaims, running to hug me. “hey, girl.” i smile hugging her back, “ready to open some gifts?” “yes! i’ve been waiting like all day.” she groans. “it’s only 4.” paige butts in. “that’s like all day in christmas time.” i say nonchalantly, “shut up.” she giggles.

another thing i loved about being with paige, her house felt like a home. i wasn’t cooped up in my room, left alone with my phone and tv.

“hey.” i greet everyone who turns and cheers and paige and i; an array of hellos and hi’s being tossed our way. some people complimenting our matching grinch pjs. paige’s hand guides me from my lower back, directing me on where to go. once i’m seated paige stays standing, “you hungry, baby?” she lets go of my hand, “want me to go make you a plate?” she offers. “just a little bit.” i smile up at my considering girlfriend. “what do you want? mac n cheese?” “and a hawaiian roll, please.” i cheese, making her giggle. “want something to drink? my mom bought that wine you like.” “please baby, thank you.” i lean up, puckering my lips and she leans down; planting a peck.

“i’ll be right back.”

•

after enjoying my favorite meal of paige’s moms mac n cheese, bread and wine; it was time to open gifts. everyone has gone around once, opening a gift before it turned into a free for all. paige’s mom getting me a new pair of shoes, pilates mat and a basket with my favorite snacks and beauty supplies in it being my favorite gifts of the night.

we help clean up the mounds of gift wrap the covered the floor before taking our gifts and heading upstairs to put them away.

i quickly put my gifts on paige’s bed, ready to go back down and join in on some bingo when i hear the door click shut. i turn to face paige who’s putting her gifts (and some of mine she had to carry because i couldn’t) down onto her game chair and floor. “what’re you doing pooks, don’t wanna play bingo?” i frown as she steps towards me, her strong hands coming to grip my waist.

“don’t worry, pretty girl; we’re gonna play bingo.” she laughs. “i have one more gift for you.” she smiles down at me before biting her lip. “what is it?” my eyes light up.

paige had always been an amazing gift giver, when i turned 19 she bought me my first car. this christmas was clothes, makeup, new chanel bag, snackies.

what could she have to give me in secret?

i ponder, a new strap?

she softly pushes me down to sit on the bed, getting down on both knees, kneeling in front of me. i gasp as she pulls out a little blue box.

“paige.” i gasp out kinda worriedly making her chuckle. “it’s not what you think it is, baby. we got a little more time before that.” she opens the box, revealing a beautiful three rock ring. “paige.” my eyes begin to water. “shh, just listen, baby.” her stare is so intense it feels like i’m gonna melt.

“i love you, more than words describe, i could say it a million times over and it’ll still never amount to how deeply i feel about you. i know things are kinda hard for us right now, me being so far and all but i’m so fucking grateful for how you stand by me. there’s no other girl id rather have by my side. so, it’s only right that i give you this ring. i’m not ready for you to take my last name just yet but this ring is a promise, a promise of how much i love you, how loyal i promise to be to you and how much i promise to cherish you baby.” she finishes, a tear falling down her cheek and my eyes pouring. “will you wear this ring, baby?” her voice cracks. “yes, paige, yes.” she slides the ring onto my right ring finger. we stand at the same time, embracing each other into a hug.

“i love you, daya. so fucking much.” paige whispers, her face buried into my neck. “i love you too, baby.” we stay like that for a few minutes.

when paige pulls back her eyes are puffy and cheeks are red, “let’s go play some bingo.” she says, making me giggle.

after the festivities are done, paige’s distant family leaving and everyone else going to their rooms for the night. paige and daya cuddled in paige’s bed; daya fast asleep, softly snoring into paige’s bare chest.

paige smiles, her hand sliding down dayas unclothed arm, all the way down to the rock on her finger, touching it softly.

paige’s smile fades as she ponders on;

what would’ve happened if she hadn’t believed me? would she still be here right now?

paige felt bad deep down, of course she did. daya was her baby, her everything. everything paige did was for daya and to ensure their future together.

the first year paige spent in connecticut she had been loyal, not even daring to look at another girl in that way. as her sophomore year came around and she grew more confident and comfortable, that changed; especially with traction coming to her name.

she hated sleeping alone; always had and always will. girls were practically throwing themselves at her, at first it was hard for her to lie to daya. she felt so dirty sleeping around with so many girls. before paige left for college, she had only ever been with daya, now she probably would need almost all fingers and toes to count her bodies. so, she cut off most of them and kept the three.

she picked the ones that were easy to deal with. the ones that accepted that they weren’t the ones for her and it was simple college fun. one was a red boned girl, pretty face and cute body. another was a latina, striking features and coke bottle shape. the last was a 6’ point gaurd with a pretty face, paige’s longtime teammate: azzi fudd.

lately, paige had worried about how safe azzi was, since the incident the morning after teds. sure, azzi was clingy after sex but she knew daya and that paige would rather die than daya leave her.

paige sighed, a nasty gut feeling had been plaguing her since azzi popped into her mind when her phone buzzed.

azzi: miss you baby, merry christmas

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read 11:54pm

paige stares at the photo for a second, azzi in the mirror nude, everything on display before looking at daya; still fast asleep. she sighs, using her one free hand to delete the photo and text; turning azzis notifications on silent and putting her phone down.

paige leans down and kisses dayas forehead softly. she’d worry about azzi later but for now, she’d focus on daya.

•

tags : @paigeluvvr @nicebellee

[jacaerysgf]

Forgettable date

r.q: Can I request a sweet smut modern aemond x fem reader where they were both so busy that they forgot about valentines day so aemond surprises reader with a romantic dinner and they end up just skipping dinner for some steamy bedroom time and in the middle of it, aemond whispers to reader "you're mine" and that was his way of proposing to reader, thank youu

w.c: 1.1k

c.w: office worker!reader, fluff, sweet aemond, aemonds job is left ambiguous, smut, oral (f!receiving), p in v, not proofread.

You were so swamped with work you had no concept of time, you were sure it was february as you had to pay your rent on the first of every month but if someone asked you what day it was you would have no clue. Same goes for your boyfriend of three years aemond, despite the fact the two of you dont work in the same field your schedules just so happen to both be so packed all the time.

as the rest of your coworkers began to pack up their stuff for the day you sat at your desk still fiverously typing away at your computer, you had a presentation in a couple days and report due tomorrow afternoon so you had decided to stay overtime.

some of your coworkers had come over to talk to you as they were wrapping up for today.

“you got any plans after work?”

“no.”

one of them gasps, “what do you mean? he didnt plan anything?”

you furrow your brows but dont turn to look at them, “what do you mean? he?”

“your boyfriend? or did you guys break up or something?” you turn to her at the mention of him and tilt your head, “why would he have planned something?”

one of them laughs while the one your looking at shakes her head and sighs, “do you really not know? its valentines day.”

“no…” you turn towards your computer, looking at the date and gasping, “oh my god. i had no idea.”

“did you guys not talk this morning?”

“we did but neither of us mentioned anything.”

“maybe hes planning on surprising you later.”

you groan and run your hands along your face. what if he was and you had nothing prepared? shit you didnt even have a gift for him.

your coworkers laugh and wish you good luck before they leave.

you have an internal debate before deciding to pull out your phone to text him.

‘aemond oh my god happy valentines day it completely slipped my mind im so sorry.’

you anxiously bite your nails as you wait for him to respond. youre tempted to lock your phone shut as you notice the three bubbles pop up.

‘oh is it valentines day? i had no idea. im so sorry baby ive been swamped with work happy valentines day my love. im about to get off for the day, ill see you once you get home. love you ❤️’

you let out a sigh of relief at him admitting that he had no clue either. most people would assume that he was just saying that to make you feel better but you knew aemond wasnt like that and he wouldn't hold it against you.

‘i cant wait to see you my love. im going to be staying for a bit longer to wrap up.’

You notice he reads the next then decide that you’ll pick up some baked goods on the way home as a gift and hope that you dont stay too long as you turn off your phone and get back to work.

an hour and a half later with a box of a variety of backed goods in hand turning the key to your shared apartment with aemond. youre immediately hit with the smell of your favor meal and a smile graces your face. he knows you love it when he cooks.

“im in the dining room my love.”

you walk in and you gasp at the sight of the set up table set with flowers and candles with your favorite meal plated out.

you feel hands wrap around your waist from behind you and a kiss placed on your cheek.

“aemond..”

“happy valentines day my love.”

he lets go and take the bag out of you hands, “you picked this up?”

“on my way home. grabbed your favorite.”

he hums and walks back over to you after he places the bag on the table.

he grabs your cheeks and gives you, “how was work?” he mumbles as he continues to kiss you, “it was good, report done,” you pause for a moment as he begins to kiss down your jaw and sigh, “presentation almost done.”

he begins to trail kisses down your neck, stopping to suck on it.

“you?”

he hums, “fine.”

hes not much of a talker, especially not when hes busy leaving hickeys over your next.

“aemond the food.”

“fuck the food. i have a meal right in front of me.”

you squeal as he lifts you up bridal style and carries you upstairs to you bedroom. “youre so ridiculous aemond.”

you yelp when he tosses you on the bed and makes his way on top of you, kissing you deeply.

he pulls away from you grabs his shirt from the back of his neck and rips it off before he goes back to kissing you.

you moan against his lips and he pulls away from you hand moving down to your waist to take off your pants, your underwear sliding along with them.

“aemond.” you whine as he begins to kiss down your stomach.

“let me take care of you tonight.”

he licks a strip up your slit and uses his hands to grip your waist and presses you down as he continues to lick at you. your heads reach down and grip at his hair pressing him closer. you can feel him laugh against you which leads you to moan out loud, “aemond.”

“let me take care of you.” he repeats and wraps his lips around your clit sucking on it leading you to throw your head back onto your pillow.

he doesn't let up even when he can tell youre close and youre begging him to slow down he keeps up his pace until hes finished licking up every drop of your cum after you had finished and kisses his way back up and smiles at you.

“happy?”

“ill be happy after you fuck me.”

“you're never sated my love.”

in a rush you both take off the rest of your clothes and he reaches over to grab a condom out your bedside table before you reach out and grab his wrist.

he looks over at you with a confused look, “if you dont want continue.”

“thats not it i just,, maybe we dont need it tonight.”

hes face turns smug as he grabs the hand you had wrapped around his wrist to kiss it.

“i love you.”

“i love you to-” youre interrupted by him pushing into you and you moan gripping onto his shoulders and bringing yourself into the crook of his neck.

“fuck you always feel so good my love.”

you cant respond as he begins to thrust into you. his hands lock with yours and his lips are right against your ear.

“youre mine.”

you moan, “say it.”

“im yours aemond im yours.”

you dont notice as he reaches over into the bedside table and grabs a tiny black box.

“then marry me.”

you feel like you're in a daze as he continues to thrust and shows you a stunning ring inside the box.

“what?”

“marry me.”

[woodenanemone]

your eyes fluttered open, the sudden feeling of warmth above you waking you from your sleep.

you open your eyes to see choso above you, his arms framing your head, pulling back from his kiss on your forehead. your eyes squinted from the light streaming in the room, reflecting on his face that softly smiled down at you. he looked like the sweetest angel, but you could barely appreciate it through the fogginess of your post rested state.

“good morning. I’m sorry to wake you, but I really couldn’t wait to see you.” he apologized softly, his hand coming up brush your cheek. you sighed at the contact, feeling yourself growing more awake as the time passed. “good morning, choso. it’s alright, I should be up anyways.” you groggily responded while sitting up, causing him to shift, now sitting by your knees. “happy valentines day.” he smiled warmly. you smiled back, now remembering that this is his first valentines with a lover, and you started to understand his eagerness to spend the morning with you. you wished him the same, stretching and yawning. choso rested his hand on your cheek once more, and you blink in surprise at the sudden seriousness in his expression.

“in truth, today means nothing to me.”

you flinch at the bluntness of his words. “Um—?”

"please, don’t mistake my dismissal of this holiday for dismissal of our love. I mean it in the way that…,” he paused for a second, his eyes drifting down to your lap, thinking. “I’d be sickened with myself if my affection for you couldn’t even transcend the 14th of february. no teddy bear, no hallmark card, no rose in the world could ever even begin to show my adoration for you. The love I feel can't be boxed and tied up with a bow, and gifted to you on a single date of the year. Even 365 days is not virtually enough time to give you the feelings I have. my love for you is boundless, vaster than any sky, and deeper than any ocean.”

your mouth opened, then closed again. he just made that up on the spot? and really… how does he expect you to respond when he gets like this? “ocean’s can only go so deep, choso.” you teased, holding his chin. and with that, his face morphed into the sweetest smile you’ve had the pleasure of seeing, his tone sincere.

“I’d claw at the oceans floors until my fingers bled. and then I’d keep digging, into the very depths of hell, to expands its depths. but even then… the distance couldn’t hold an iota of what I feel for you.” and he meant that.

“I love you, and I wish I could tell you how much I love you. but there aren’t enough words in the world to say it, no language eloquent or evocative enough to ever even begin to convey just how I feel looking into your eyes. the eyes which… could make even the mute, inanimate moon tell all her secrets to. in all honesty, I’m so scared that if any man in passing meets this terrifying gaze, he too will fall into insanity, like I have.”

“how do you even come up with this stuff?” you say exasperatedly, shaking your head at your lack of a better response. he shrugged. “even an illiterate man could recite words of Shakespeare in grand verse, if he were only so lucky to have the privilege of seeing your smile.”

“...it’s 9 in the morning. please, at least give my heart the chance of getting through breakfast.”

ngl i kinda hate this but i cant come up with anything better rn..

i wish you all a happy valentines day, i hope you find nothing but love and adoration !

[maiyz]

a pearl

yuji x reader | masterlist

01: nice binder goob

wc 0.8k

you arrived at jujutsu tech in early february, it gives you about 4 months to plan an assassination of sukunas vessel, a first year student named yuuji itadori.

your tactical boots specialized in traction and protection crunch the winter leaves below you. its just about 6am, you woke up early today.

you plan out the killing in your head. come to think about it 4 months is a lot isnt it? you typically like making it quick and simple, although you have little experience in actual killing people.

perhaps bidding your time would be the best option. jujutsu tech is filled with many powerful individuals who would most likely kill her if they knew her intentions. your biggest fear is the 10 shadows user, he appears to have the closest relationship to sukunas vessel.

at around 7am she arrived outside the classroom, where gojo sensei would be waiting to introduce her to the measly 3 first year students inside.

“everybody!” gojo shouts at a volume way too loud for 7 in the morning. “we have a new student! give her a round of applause!”

sukunas vessel and kugisaki clap lamely while fushiguro makes no attempt to indulge in gojos acts.

you enter the classroom and bow slightly before walking to the single empty desk. “thats yn zenin! which puts the first year class at 4 students! hooray!” gojo shouts.

you have no intention on talking to the other students, or anyone for that matter. while gojo talks about paired missions all you can do is fight the urge to fall asleep, maybe waking up early was a bad idea.

“ok! we have an even number of students sooo…! were gonna do paired missions! nobara and megumiii in one pair and ill supervise yuji and yn!”

is gojo ever quiet.

oh, me and sukunas vessel?

thats good. i could probably kill him easily. what about the veil though? i surely wouldnt be let out if gojo is supervising.

well its still good to figure out some information about sukunas vessel.

you enter the car driven by gojo, the mission you were assigned to is a grade 2 curse in an abandoned hospital about 45 minutes away. you stare out the window on to the dense forest near the road.

the car stops before gojo tells you and sukunas vessel to get out of the car. you stretch slightly when getting out due to sitting for too long before starting to walk to the mission site.

gojo lowers his veil trapping you and sukunas vessel, hopefully he doesnt like. kill you or smth.

you walk around looking for a 2nd grade curse, checking the patients rooms, waiting room, the roof. although you just cant put your finger on where it is.

while youre looking, sukunas vessel keeps blabbering on and on, to the point where youre starting to tune him out.

he taps your shoulder which throws you off guard, causing you to step back away from him quickly.

“just trying to ask a question” sukunas vessel says.

i thought he was gonna kill me. he couldve just now.

“what.”

“why did you become of a sorcerer?”

theres a brief silence before you say. “its none of your business”

“thats fine, you remind me of fushiguro in a way! youre both very grumpy you know?”

after about a couple minutes of fighting with the curse you end up surviving the mission relatively unharmed, sukunas vessel took most of your heavy hits for you.

you and sukunas vessel end up both going to ms leiri for her expertise in reverse cursed technique. not that you needed it, you just tagged along.

you tagged along because you had to. not because you wanted to.

you, the other 2 firsts years, and sukunas vessel get treated to. revolver sushi. or something similar to that. you expected this is be a gun shop or maybe the name of a brand, not a type of restaurant.

“what you and kugisaki never been to a revolving sushi place? you have to go its so cool! its for the experience!” (ita)

“they dont have those where i grew up. revolving sushi is cheap isnt it? lets go somewhere expensive since gojo sensei is paying” (kugi)

“but i want it! its not about how expensive it is, its about the experience!” (ita)

“you say that until you get food poisoning.” (kugi)

“you agree with me, right zenin!??” (ita)

you shake your head in disagreement.

“see i told you! zenin agreed, were gonna get steak!” (kugi)

“when did zenin agree to get steak” (fushi)

“shut your mouth.” (kugi)

extra!

lol im so stupid instead of zenin i use ln frigg

can u tell dialogue is my least fav thing ever. ngl everything non smau is.mmmlol

my friend said i was the type to read ao3 and bl. i ask her hiw did she know what that meant and she was like. i have my sources. ok freak

i played volleyball and i hit it and it bounce onto my face or smth ow

my chromebook got power washed wuess by who. me. i did on accident my bad 💔✌️

took soso long for this I SPENT LJKE 2 weeks. next chapter in 6 weeks stay stuned

ok gn.

taglist! (0/50)

[morinuu]

LISTWN TO ME I JUST READ YOUR TAMAKI ANGST AND YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE SO FICKING GOOD??

A she falls but he falls harder

Reader finally gets over it and stops coming, moving on and focusing on herself, and he notices and starts realizing how he took her for granted

And then its him that's loosing his mind and shit like that. Dude. Dude. I'm loosing my MIND you write so well

first of all ty for the compliment >< so glad u liked it im blushing and giggling!! secondly im not sure abt the reader completely abandoning tamaki's side (i love being delulu), but i do have smth else in mind that's kinda similiar n i hope its satisfactory :3 i changed only a minor part from the og :P i wanna make this a small series..... maybe like 3-4 parts.. anw this is pt 1

☀︎｜tamaki x female reader. almost 4k words. continuation of this. ure sick, yamada hinata & aoko r just some ppl i made up for the plot, tamaki's pretty stupid n emotionally unintelligent, lots of feelings and background information, y'all r childhood friends, there's like one 4th wall break but i thought it was kinda funny so i kept it

you weren't a fan of february.

allergy season was your absolute worst, the wheezing and coughing sucking the life out of you as you struggled to change out of your clothes to get the day started. you didn't sleep much, interrupted constantly by your sore throat aching and squeezing.

sure, it's just hay fever to everyone else, but for a young woman who carried around an inhaler, it's hell. well, almost hell.

what was truly hellish wasn't the fatigue or the sneezing, but your mum dragging you back in the house and forbidding you from going to school until you're well enough to study again. how were you supposed to keep up with chemistry class if you skip?

not that your parents cared for your grades; they knew you could just enter whatever field you wanted with the connections your family held, but it felt nice to be awarded for working hard.

after your personal maid let out a small "pardon me, miss" and carried you back to bed, you realised that the feeling your soft quilt hugging your cold limbs would never be beaten by the jacket you desperately clung on to warm yourself in p.e - which just so happened to be your first period that day and you were dreading it.

"i'll be making you some tea, miss. would you like to breakfast now?" your maid's quiet voice addressed you, hoping you'd just sleep the illness off as you usually did so she could rest too.

to be fair, you weren't a very easy master to please, so could you blame her?

"i'll breakfast la-" a cough and some wheezing "-i'll breakfast later, bring some english breakfast with a slice of lemon." you said nothing else, instead focusing on calming your throat that seemed to intensify in soreness. "a pastille too."

"understood my lady, i'll be right back." she bowed and excused herself from your room, ignoring your groans of annoyance as you buried your face into the pillow.

"damn it." you muttered and extended your hand to grab your phone from your bedside table. unlocking it with the passcode (because you weren't in the mood to lift your head and let your phone scan your face) you squinted as the light mode of a social media app hit your eyes harshly, forcing you to use muscle memory to lower the brightness to its minimum.

you scrolled through, liking your friends' private posts and decided to message one of them.

yn.spam: gm dude, i cant come to school today cus im sick. can u do me a favour n tell aoko to give me her notes? she never looks at her messages.

with your phone back on the table to wait for a response, you lied back comfortably and closed your eyes, because as much as you wanted to watch something on netflix or play a video game, you didn't want to make things worse for yourself.

you grew impatient for the cup of tea your maid was brewing, rotating between wheezing, checking your phone and staring at the ceiling. it seemed like the seconds weren't passing by at all.

soon enough, your maid comes back with some fancy tray carrying a kettle, your favourite mug (the one your daddy drank from when you were a little girl before your parents divorced), a tiny plate with some lemon slices and a small box of pastilles as throat medicine.

you didn't thank the woman when she helped you sit up, nor when she stayed by your side to make sure you didn't choke between coughs and burnt yourself with the hot liquid. just as you took your first sip, your phone lit up to show your friend's response.

thatguyhinata: Ayooo gppd morning. Sry to hear tht. Sure if I see her I'll telm her.

the irises in your eyes rolled upwards at the boy's typos that irked you every time, completely ignoring how he didn't wish for your recovery.

yn.spam: thanks yamada

you never used any of your circle's first names, which your mum always found weird.

'you sure these are your friends, darling?' she would ask often, and your response would always be the same:

'yeah mum. leave me be.'

only tamaki had ever felt close enough to be called by his first name.

after swallowing your medicine, you dismissed the older woman standing over you and pulled your quilt over your quivering form again.

"gods, please let this be over soon."

...

well.

...turns out, you gotta be much more specific with what you ask of gods, because they might not have the same understanding of the word 'soon'.

here you are, three days later, with your allergy having been combined with a virus that'd been going around, intensifying your asthma symptoms and raising a high fever, making your mother and doctor ban you from walking into ouran.

halfway throughout the day, you realise what had been completely slipping your mind while your lungs were occupied inhaling abnormally.

"i have an appointment today!" you exclaimed with wide eyes, raising from the bed like lazarus from his grave.

"...?" the new maid next to you didn't say anything, she was clearly concerned. after some seconds of you overthinking something, she spoke up. "you have no other doctor's appointment today, my lady. he just left 10 minutes ago."

you shook your head quickly, ignoring the dizziness brought by your fever "bring me my phone," the girl was puzzled "now!"

bowing a quick apology, she rushed to your desk and handed you your phone with both hands, not daring to look up. you disliked new maids; they were inexperienced and annoying, but scolding her would have to wait.

"damn it, damn it, damn it!" you murmured under your breath and tapped furiously on your phone, trying to find where the hell you'd written kyouya's business e-mail address.

you had it saved as every other client of the host club had, but you had never actually used it, not once.

you never missed an appointment, and always booked the next one tete-a-tete with the black-haired manager. if you became a no-show without prior notice, wouldn't that look bad? would it annoy kyouya and he wouldn't accept you in the club again?

well no, but you had the habit of overthinki-

'would it annoy tamaki?'

you groaned and murmured to yourself - had you deleted it? maybe it was in your notes app and you erased it? was it on your old phone from a month ago?

"find an e-mail for me." you ordered the maid who looked up at you perplexed, but carried out the order nonetheless.

the girl was embarrassed when she found out her master was asking for a host's email, wanting the earth to swallow her when she dialed the ouran academy's number. 'the stuff i do for money..' she thought and prayed her family never found out.

it wasn't a long process to retrieve the address, but what was, was the rant hitting the maid's ears when your overthinking about what to write left your mouth at incredible speeds.

"should i say i'm sick? but he already knows that- he's in my class! maybe tell him to give my time to another girl? no wait, he would do that anyway... or after i apologise, i'll say that, like, something came up- but that's not believable enough... ugh!" you buried your face in your pillow and, unbeknownst to you, your new maid's eye was twitching in annoyance.

she understood now why your personal maid took the week off just when you got sick - not that she understood how and why your mum allowed it though.

(it's because you can be insufferable and she gets it.)

"my lady, may i help?" the girl let out, clearing her throat when you lifted your head from the pillow. "i can write the e-mail myself, please focus on resting."

after some convincing, you gave in.

and so 10 minutes later, back at ouran, kyouya's phone let out a ting! with your full name on the notification. he'd already guessed you wouldn't show up to your appointment considering you hadn't come to school in three days, and already had someone to fill your place but left it for the last moment in case you did show up.

why? well you were ln yn, and it was painfully obvious you were smitten with his best friend, though he could say it was a bit different from the rest of the clientele.

probably due to the fact that you'd known tamaki for much longer than kyouya had. and yet tamaki didn't seem to have the same fascination with you.

he remembers when he first met you, when he'd heard that you were spoiled rotten and weren't even planning to enroll in ouran until tamaki did. you simply transferred to be with the boy.

literally everyone knew of ln yn's almost freakish obsession with suoh tamaki, except for the victim himself.

so imagine his surprise at the strictly professional e-mail he'd received from you, where not a single mention of your host was included. weird.

after glancing at the french boy in the seat next to him eating his bowl of some-sort-of-commoner-convenience-store lunch, kyouya quickly typed a response and informed the next girl in line that a spot was open 'for tamaki's hosting services at 15:35'.

"one of your appointments cancelled due to a personal issue. we'll have someone else fill it." kyouya told tamaki, just as stated in the e-mail, even though it was pretty clear you were sick, and he couldn't figure out why you'd lie.

"hm? oh, okay!" the brunet smiled and went back to devouring his meal, not thinking much of kyouya's words.

kyouya pondered if he should tell him the client was his loyal friend yn, who would never skip out on seeing tamaki, but he stopped himself, curious as to how it would all play out.

eh, if the twins could have fun, so could he.

"oh! haruhii! daddy's here!"

the hours passed so slow you were almost convinced time was frozen when you weren't glancing at the clock on your laptop.

the drama you'd been watching started to lose its interest after presenting the third plot twist in a row, annoying you with all the plot holes it left gaping.

sipping on your green tea (you'd been drinking tamaki's recommendation, pomegranate, only to throw all of it in the trash when you heard he gave the same advice to haruhi), you paused the show and sighed in absolute, tyrannical boredom.

by now you'd normally have finished your classes and walked to music room #3, your favourite among them all.

you'd be welcomed by a host and walked to a sofa to wait for your appointment, ignoring any other girl in the waiting area trying to pick a conversation with the middle child of the ln family.

and soon enough you'd be approached by your one and only taking your hand in his and kissing it to greet you, with his blue eyes staring up at you innocently like a man in love; a look he gave to any woman nowadays, it was second nature to him.

you got lost in them so often, he sometimes dared to ask you if you didn't enjoy his company and that's why you spaced out so much.

preposterous.

you? disliking tamaki? how could he think that after all these years you spent playing together, with you transferring to his school for his sake, swallowing your pride and becoming the client of a host for him?

truly an absurd notion.

currently, however, you weren't in the host club. you were just a girl with a bunch of germs crawling everywhere around her room, unable to go out and see the man of her dreams kiss her cheek and tell her to 'get well soon'.

speaking of, your mum grew increasingly concerned when she noticed the lack of communication between you and tamaki. you were always attached to his hip like some sort of koala, and the fact that you hadn't reached out to him to inform him of your illness personally so he could visit you made her worry.

but it was only natural that you'd suspect you were being an annoyance to tamaki once you began to notice his eyes shift from you to the newest host a couple of months prior. he'd been a petit brunet boy. a first year who was friendly and of lowly origin. you didn't think much of it.

at least not until the day hikaru asked if you could fetch something he forgot in the back room, completely ignorant to the fact that haruhi had come to the club early that day to ask for another uniform because she'd been accidentally thrown water at by two classmates of hers being stupid.

so when you opened the curtain and saw a small-sized girl with only her panties on desperately trying to hide herself from you, it didn't take more than a couple of seconds to put two and two together.

tamaki wasn't fascinated by the commoner errand 'boy' turnt host.

he wanted her.

you closed the curtain, giving the girl her privacy back and muttering an curt apology, "sorry." before deciding that hikaru would have to get his things himself.

neither haruhi nor you spoke about it again, and she never snitched to the host club about your discovery of her sex.

you liked to pretend it never happened, and that it never changed anything. but just like with tamaki, pretending doesn't go anywhere. the hints were there. his furiously blushed face when he stared at her, his protection of her when the twins teased her, his demands for kyouya to do things for haruhi because she'd like it, not even because she'd asked - well, the stage of denial didn't last long.

shortly after came anger. pure, unexplainable rage and envy. the fourth of the deadly sins was soon rushing through your veins like a drug you couldn't get clean from. 'why her?' you would ask in your rampages.

you couldn't figure it out, and you couldn't ask anyone either, because as infuriated as you were, hurting haruhi by revealing her identity wasn't on your to-do list.

not because you were a good person, god no.

rather, if tamaki knew you hurt his precious daughter - you barfed - like that, who knows if you'd see him again?

and so came the bargaining stage, with your rage never leaving your blood stream, of course. being petty was always one of your main personality traits, one that tamaki would often point out.

what did fujioka haruhi have that ln yn didn't?

'nothing.' you muttered to yourself.

nothing.

nothing?

could you be absolutely sure?

you didn't see her much outside of the club, and there were a couple of times you'd heard the hosts hung out together.

maybe they had a moment? or two, three?

perhaps it was high time you stopped bothering him. perhaps then he'd realise you were the one.

that's why your texts to him had much lessened, coming to a complete stop after roughly two months of your self-doubt and insecurities getting the best of you. so did your occasional visits to his house for studying. you'd even stopped wearing the perfume he got you as a birthday present last year, even though you couldn't find another scent that fit your tastes the same way.

despite your attempts at catching his attention, the bubbling fury in your chest rose once again when you realised that maybe tamaki didn't care about you at all.

he texted you as much as you texted him, he hung out with you only when you asked, and when he came closer to you and noticed the change in your scent, he went: "different perfume, princess?"

and while normally you'd be ecstatic at him noticing, your happiness was immediately destroyed when "the other one was a little old fashioned, good thing you moved to something more fresh."

why couldn't he say what he would have said had he been in an otome game, something among the lines of: 'did you wish to match mine?' or something cheesy like that? ...was your scent not to his tastes?

'did he forget his skills from hosting or what?' you whined.

consequently, now that you were sitting around doing nothing to reach out to tamaki or any of your 'friends', your mum couldn't help but take her phone in her hands to call her friend hitachiin yuzuha.

back in the pink room that is the host club, today's rendezvouses seemed to be going by awfully quickly for tamaki.

in the couple of minutes of break he had between the end of this rendezvous and next the one to come, he quickly found his phone from his back pocket and went over his schedule sent by kyouya.

your name had been crossed out and replaced with another one he recognised, another regular guest of his. he raised his eyebrow at that.

he lifted his head and looked for the shadow king.

"hey, kyouya?"

"hm?" kyouya didn't bother to look up from his laptop, furiously typing god-knows-what.

"why's yn's time gone?" he asked innocently in a curious voice that had you heard, you'd be swooning over.

"i told you, she cancelled due to personal business," his answer was straight-forward "although it's probably because she's ill."

ah, that makes sense, you were the one that cancelled.

wait, huh?

"what do you mean she's ill?" his eyebrows furrow a bit and he cocks his head to the side like a cute dog who doesn't understand anything its owner says.

"what do you mean, 'what do i mean'? she's been absent since monday because she's not feeling well, and she won't come today either. pretty simple." kyouya finally looked up at tamaki with a strange expression on his face. "has she not told you?"

tamaki shook his head a bit, "uhm.. no, not really." and tapped his phone again to check his messages on multiple social media apps to make sure he wasn't missing anything. his emails were empty too, only some spam from a newsletter page that he never bothered to cancel his subscription from.

"how do you know?" he questioned kyouya, but before he could answer, "no wait, don't answer that, you creep. of course you know." he sighed.

after some seconds of quiet thinking, "why didn't you tell me?" tamaki continued his questioning.

"everyone already knows, my lord." an awfully familiar voice butt in making the french boy turn his head around, resting his hand on his waist.

the voice belonged to kaoru, who had his arm wrapped around his twin's shoulders. seems like they also just finished with an appointment.

"what does that mean? who's 'everyone' and why am i not included?" tamaki crossed his arms, feeling kind of left out.

"that guy hayato or whatever who hangs out with yn and her friends was telling someone and we overheard." hikaru shrugged in unison with his doppelganger.

honey's soft voice entered the chat. "you mean hinata-kun? yn-chan's friend? yeah, he told me when i asked where yn-chan is because i thought she forgot to bring the candy she promised." he quickly grabbed a piece of cake from the fridge near where kyouya had been sitting and left the room swiftly.

huh, how convenient for him to enter for the plot.

"and why's it that you two evil bastards didn't bother to tell me?" tamaki exclaimed in disbelief, pointing a finger at the both of them. how could they? his precious childhood friend was sick at home and he didn't know?!

"sorry milord-" kaoru announced with his shoulders still raised, "-but you're always talking to yn-" hikaru joined, "-how were we supposed to know you're not asking her about her well-being?" they delivered the finishing blow together.

what were these lame jerks insinuating? 'not asking about her well-being'? what did they know? just as he went to respond with his usual barking, he stopped himself to instead text you on his own for the first time in a while. not that he noticed.

the twins looked at their king with a confused and weirded-out expression on both their faces, before glancing at each other and shrugging again, already disinterested. kyouya had long gone back to his work and so the twins walked to an empty sofa in an almost isolated area of the club, lying on top of one another to give a nice view to whichever client was into it.

about six minutes of pure silence passed between the two before kaoru's phone buzzed; a text from his mum.

the twins read the text simultaneously, with hikaru raising an eyebrow at its contents. they looked back at the slender boy texting you on his phone at the other end of the club, confused about his behaviour.

"seriously...?" hikaru quietly asked kaoru, referring to the text, only to be met with the other's puzzled expression.

as for the half-and-half boy, his fingers were anxiously tapping kyouya's table and awaiting your response to his message.

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: Hey darling! Is everything alright? I heard you didn't come to school because you're sick. I thought you just didn't feel like coming. Why didn't you tell me?

he didn't know you let out a deep sigh at his text, even if it was three days late. it gave you hope - false hope. that he'd started to pay attention to you again. maybe being distant worked-

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: want me to come over?

the question felt natural to him, you always visited his home but seldom did he ever visit yours. since you were sick, it made sense that you wouldn't come over this time.

yn>.&lt; : arent u busy rn tho lol

your name on his phone had obviously been put there by you, his choice of emoji had been party hat for some reason.

"be serious, what does that even mean, tamaki?" you'd asked him one day during a break from your studying in his room.

"you don't like it..?" he pouted like usual and you rolled your eyes.

"here. that's better." you handed him his phone back with a new 'yn >.<' as your contact name.

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: I can just come after club activities.

wait, he was actually coming? after two months of your only contact being through your rendezvous? it worked?! it actually worked?!

you thought of how to answer him.

at your lack of fast response, tamaki thought of ways to help you feel better through your illness.

'aha! eureka!' tamaki's head echoed.

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: I'll bring some commoner snacks we can enjoy too! Commoners have incredible food to help alleviate illness!

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: What are you even sick with, anyway?

of course.

commoner food, of course.

haruhi's food.

yn>.&lt; : lol no its fine i dont want u to get sick. ill just c u at sxhool yn>.&lt; : school* yn>.< : doc said its just a cold but yk w my asthma n shit

tamaki was thoroughly disappointed with your response, what did you mean 'you didn't want him to get sick'? you'd never cared if you caught his cold.

his heart raced with worry, and he decided he would stop by anyway. knowing his next appointment was approaching, he speed walked over to the newest host.

"haaaaruuhiiiiii!" he waved his hand to her and her two clients, smiling widely with all of them smiling back at him.

"yeah? what is it, senpai?" haruhi looked up at him from her armchair.

"sorry to intrude-" he runs his hair through his locks - an action that you told him the ladies would swoon over, "-but i was wondering, do you have any recommendations for commoner food that sick people can eat?"

"...are you serious?"

[uconnposter01]

Chapter 3

Warnings: cursing, sexual content(partial but still there) 18 +

2.4K words

February 2022, Third-Person POV

Paige fought to keep her hand from trailing farther up Aniyah’s thigh during the 30-minute drive back to campus. Licking her lips, Paige glances over at Aniyah to see her already looking at her.  

“You aight?” Paige mumbles, her voice an octave deeper.

“I’m good,” Aniyah responds, placing her hand on Paige's and moving it slightly up her thigh.

Paige clenches her jaw at the subtle action, her grip tightening slightly on the girl’s thigh. She tears her eyes away from the girl beside her and reluctantly focuses on the road. Aniyah shifts ever so slightly in her seat. The girl couldn’t wait for Paige to reach her dorm building; she looks way too good right now and it’s driving her insane. This drive is quickly starting to feel like an hour. Glancing over at Aniyah one last time, Paige began to speed ever so slightly; she couldn't wait any longer; the way Aniyah is looking at her is driving her insane. After feeling her phone buzz repeatedly, Aniyah pulls it out, wondering who is blowing up her phone.

Missed call from LouLou🤗

Missed call from LouLou🤗

Missed call from LouLou🤗

LouLou🤗: thats wat we doin

                                Read: 3:16 pm

                                       Bet

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Favorite ex🫶🏾: Chill I'm still with paige                                                              Read: 3:17 pm

LouLou🤗: so that mean u cant answer  🤔

Read: 3:18 pm

   

Favorite ex 🫶🏾: please dont start Lou, we are doing goodDO NOT fuck that up because I will block you istg

Read: 3:19 pm

LouLou🤗: why u always gotta be extra

                                             Read: 3:20 pm

Favorite ex 🫶🏾:  you the one crying because I didn't answer the fucking phone bffr

Read: 3:21 pm

LouLou🤗: u talkin bout blockin me and for 

wat u always do way to fuckin much

                                        Read: 3:22 pm

Favorite ex 🫶🏾: you right I do text me when you not on bs           

Read: 3:23 pm

“You good?” Paige asks, noticing how annoyed Aniyah has become.

"Mhm,” Aniyah responds.

“you sure?” Paige asks, not fully convinced.

“Yes Paige I'm sure; let it go,” Aniyah says, cutting her eyes over to Paige in annoyance.

Paige knows not to pry any longer; she just intertwines their fingers and kisses the back of Aniyah's hand.

“2 more minutes, and you're mine,” Paige says, holding eye contact with Aniyah.

Aniyah doesn't respond; instead, she takes Paige’s pointer and middle finger into her mouth and sucks on them, looking at the point guard as she does so. Too stunned to speak, Paige pulls sharply into Aniyah's dorm parking lot. Hurriedly, the blonde shuts her car off, runs around to Aniyah's side, and pulls her out of the car.

"C'mon, you killing me” Paige mutters, standing impatiently behind Aniyah as she fumbles to open her door

“Be patient; my door gets stuck,” Aniyah says, finally getting the door open. 

Closing the door behind them, Paige hungrily examined Aniyah’s body. The way the point guard is looking at her reminds the gymnast of a lion before it eats its prey.

“You want a dorm tour?” Aniyah asks Paige.

She's nervous, Paige has never been to her dorm before. Aniyah hopes the dorm is up to Paige’s liking; she didn't deep clean it, and she's kind of wishing that she did.

“Later, I wanna tour you right now,” Paige says, pulling Aniyah into her.

“Bye girl, that was so corny,” Aniyah says, fiddling with her necklace anxiously.

Picking up on Aniyah's nervous behavior, Paige wraps her arms around the shorter girl’s waist, pulling her closer.

“Why you so nervous? It's just me,” Paige softly says.

“You never been to my dorm before,” Aniyah says.

"And,?” Paige asks sassily.

“This is big for me,” Aniyah says softly, bringing her hand to hold Page’s face.

Paige doesn't respond; she just gently presses her lips against Aniyah's, backing her up against the wall in the process. Due to the height difference, Aniyah stands on her tiptoes, struggling to kiss Paige. Noticing this, Paige hoists Aniyah up by her thighs. The gymnast immediately wraps her legs around the blonde's waist.

“Were your room at?” Paige asks her lips, ghosting Aniyah’s. 

“The one to the right, Aniyah says, her voice hitching ever so slightly. 

The gentle kisses were quickly replaced with hungry, desperate kisses. Threading her fingers through Paige’s hair, Aniyah pulls ever so slightly, earning a moan from the point guard. Using the moan as a quick opportunity, Aniyah slips her tongue inside Paige’s mouth. The blonde lays Aniyah on her bed, breaking the kiss in the process. 

“Do you know how fucking pretty you are, and it's all for me?” Paige mumbles.

Her pupils are dilated, her lips are slightly swollen, and her blonde hair is ever so slightly tousled from being pulled.

“Ion think you realize how beautiful you are,” Paige mumbles, her hands slowly trailing up and down Aniyah’s clothed sides.

“Thank you,” Aniyah whispers back.

“Imma take my time with you,” Paige murmurs.

Aniyah has never been this turned on in her life.  The way that Paige was looking at her made Aniyah so wet. Between the intense eye contact and the way she's being softly talked to, Aniyah knows that she isn't going to last very long.

Paige kisses Aniyah once more, this time with a little more urgency. Grabbing Aniyah's chin, Paige tilts her face so she can have more access to her neck. 

"Fuck,  please don't stop," Aniyah moans quietly as Paige sucks on her neck, leaving a hickey in the process.

The front door slamming caught both doors off guard.

"That, your roommate?” Paige asks quietly.

“I think so; she's back early though, sorry.” Aniyah says.

“It’s all good. Do you think you can be quiet?” Paige teases.

Paige doesn't give Aniyah a chance to respond, as she starts nibbling on her earlobe and trailing kisses down the base of her neck once more.

The gymnast bit her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning loudly.

“Take your shirt off,” Paige murmurs.

Aniyah quickly takes her shirt off and tosses it across the room. Paige begins softly kneading Aniyah's breast while leaving open-mouth kisses on the shorter girl's neck.

“Can I take this off?” Paige questioned softly.

Too horny to speak, Aniyah simply nods which is not good enough for Paige.

I need words,” Paige mutters against Aniyah's collarbone.

"Yes, you can take it off,” Aniyah responds breathlessly.

Paige sits back, undoing the bra, slipping the straps down her arms, and taking the bra off.

“Ya, titties are so pretty,” Paige mumbles, taking a nipple into her mouth. 

Aniyah lets out a low guttural moan, not wanting Jazmine to hear her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Paige sucked on her nipple and pinched the other one.

“Niyah I need a favor- What the fuck is that, Paige?” Jazmine says this as she walks unannounced into Aniyah's room

"Fuck, that's  your roommate?” Paige asks questions in utter disbelief.

This is the worst possible outcome for Paige. She is aware that Aniyah and Jazmine know each other since they both did gymnastics and that they left at the party Aniyah and Paige met at, but she didn’t realize that they were roommates.  

"Aniyah, what the fuck?” Jazmine speaks slowly.

 She feels betrayed; she told Aniayah to stop messing with Paige months ago, and here she is still messing with Paige. Jazmine could feel the anger rising in her body; she couldn't believe Aniyah went behind her back and still chose to deal with Paige. 

“Jazmine, why didn't you knock? This is exactly why I told you that you can’t just barge in my room,” Aniyah says, trying to cover herself with the blanket.

“Have you been fucking Paige since the party?” Jazmine asks, ignoring Aniyah’s previous statement.

"Yeah,” Aniyah says, slipping on a shirt.

 "Aniyah, what the fuck?” Jazmine says it loudly.

“Maybe I should go,” Paige says.

Paige prays that this doesn't mess things up for her with Aniyah. She's starting to like the girl, and this could put an end to everything.

“Maybe you should. I need to talk to my friend anyway,” Jazmine said, rolling her eyes.

Paige took that as her cue to quickly get her things and leave. After gathering her things, Paige wordlessly left, quickly sparing a glance at Aniyah as she did so.

"How could you do this to me?" Jazmine asks as soon as Paige leaves.

"Do what?" Aniyah asks, confused. 

"How could you fuck with Paige after I told you not to?" Jazmine asks sternly. 

Aniyah blinks at Jazmine, not sure how to proceed with the conversation. She is trying her hardest not to curse the girl out, but Jazmine is making it hard for her not to.

"I mean, you gave me a warning and I ignored the warning; I don't want a relationship right now anyway," Aniyah says cautiously. 

"You are acting so selfish; it's all about Aniyah, huh, bitch," Jazmine rants angrily.

"Imma need for you to try again and not call me a bitch," Aniyah grits out. 

Her fingers dug into her palms so hard Aniyah thought she was going to end up drawing blood; she needs to calm down. She doesn't want to go off on Jazmine but the girl is making it hard not to. Aniyah isn't sure what Jazmine's issue is but she needs to not take it out on her, Aniyah knows for a fact there is more to that lame excuse Jazmine has been giving her.

“I’m sorry, but I wished you just listened to me like I said and then we wouldn't be in this predicament,”  Jazmine says angrily.

"Girl, what predicament?" Aniyah asks, completely lost.

"Paige is my sneaky link," Jazmine reveals.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry I didn't know; I wouldn't have brought her here if I knew,” Aniyah mumbles.

Aniyah feels awful; she should've noticed the signs. Especially with Jazmine being so weirdly territorial about Paige, all the signs were right in Aniyah's face. She feels so stupid.

"What do you mean you didn't know? I told you she plays a sport," Jazmine says, rolling her eyes. 

"Girl, this school has like 20 different sports teams; how the fuck was I supposed to know?" Aniyah asks, becoming slightly more annoyed with Jazmine.

"It's fine. I'll forgive you if you end it with her," Jazmine says, looking down at her nails. 

"No," Aniyah responds, observing Jazmine.

"No?, what do you mean, no?" Jazmine asks, raising an eyebrow at Aniyah.

“Imma keep it real with you; stopping is not an option,” Aniyah says.

 “Why?” Jazmine's annoyance is evident in her tone.

“Paige fucks me better than anyone I’ve ever been with; I'm not giving that up,” Aniyah says.

“That's not cool, Aniyah; we’re supposed to be friends, and here you are doing me dirty,” Jazmine says.

"Girl, how am I doing you dirty?" Aniyah asks. 

“Because you’re still gonna sleep with Paige, you need to stop being a bitch, Aniyah," Jazmine scoffs.

"What did I tell you about calling me a bitch" Aniyah snaps.

Jazmine's eyes widened at Aniyah's sudden outburst and the fact that she is standing up for herself in general. She wasn't expecting it since Aniyah has been nothing but a pushover so far.

"I’m not trying to fight with you; I just want you to stop fucking Paige," Jazmine mutters, looking down at the ground.

"Look, I've been more than patient with you, Jazmine, but if you call me a bitch one more time, I will not hesitate to smack the shit outta you," Aniyah warns.

"Okay," Jazmine mumbles, looking everywhere but Aniyah.

Aniyah sighs. Once again, she almost let her anger control the situation; she desperately needs to get a handle on her quick anger. She will be calling Sonya her therapist immediately after this conversation.

“But you do know  Paige can sleep with who she wants right?” Aniyah asks softly.

“I know, I just wasn't expecting you to be fucking her,” Jazmine says.

“Wait, are you and Paige talking or exclusive?” Aniyah questions, worried that she is actually doing Jazmine dirty.

"No,” Jazmine says, casting her eyes away from Aniyah.

“Then what's the problem?” Aniyah asks, confused.

“I should be the only one fucking her; I'm a little selfish,” Jazmine says.

“Girl, that's the wrong person to try to be possessive over,” Aniyah says, laughing humorlessly.

“How so?” Jazmine questions. 

“Paige is single and sexy as hell, and she knows that, shit, we are the only ones she sleeps with consistently, but we ain't the only ones,” Aniyah explains.

“I know,I wanna be the only one fucking her Jazmine says

“Wait Jazzy do  you have feelings for Paige?” Aniyah asks softly.

"Nope," Jazmine says a little too quickly.

Aniyah doesn't believe the girl, but if Jazmine refuses to admit it, there isn't anything she can do. However, there is a big possibility that Jazmine is telling the truth, but Aniyah highly doubts that just from her behavior and actions.

“Then what’s the problem?” Aniyah questions.

“It isn't one, but just let me ask you a question,” Jazmine says 

"Wassup,” Aniyah says

“Did you meet the team?” Jazmine asks quietly.

 Aniyah hesitates; she doesn’t want to lie to Jazmine, but she does hang with the team quite often. After going over it briefly in her head, Aniyah decides to lie. She knows how much Jazmine wants to meet the basketball team, and it would be cruel to basically brag about it to the girl in front of her.

“Yeah, but it was briefly at Ted's; Nu was there, and I was saying hi to her; they are more her friends than mine.” Aniyah lies smoothly.

"Okay, cool,” Jazmine said, her mood improving slightly.

“So we good?” Aniyah asks, holding her arms open for a hug.

"Yeah, we good,” Jazmine quietly lies as she hugs Aniyah back. 

They were in fact not good, minor resentment began to brew inside of Jazmine. She wants Paige all to herself. Jazmine didn't know the other girls that the basketball player slept with ,so they didn't exist in her mind. But Aniyah is right here; Jazmine isn’t worried, though. She knows she has a huge advantage over the girl because of how long Jazmine has been messing with Paige, and she's confident this will end soon.  So all Jazmine has to do is be patient and wait.

[chaos-chloe]

Stream Moments - Pezzy

Summary: Clip inspired moments that i couldnt make into a full short story :)

TW: cursing, police/pulled over, reckless driving mentioned, sexual innaduo, and cute moments

“And he didn't have to shake any ass.” I said a little disappointed but joking around on stream.

“But, then, what is all this ass for, if I can't shake it?” Pezzy asked in a funny, slightly serious tone as he leaned into his microphone.

I sighed and heard his laughter ring out through my headphones. I face palmed but quickly snapped back “It's for me smacking it, when I come home from one of my shifts.” I quipped with my eyebrows wiggling at him. 

“Oh she’s calling me.” Pezzy commented as he pressed accept on Discord, “Sup Beautiful?”

“Ellos!” I cheerfully greeted him, as I finally got him on a call. “What are you doing?” 

“Uhh Wizarding, and I'm lonely.” I started giggling as he joined me in my giggle fest. “And our music is overlapping soo, i'm just like ‘Imma call this man, dude.” 

“You know that's fair. So, you just wanna chill on the call?” He asked to make sure I was comfortable with it since not a lot of our fans know about us. 

“Yee it's late and I know you're speedrunning Poppy anyways.” I said while looking over at his stream.

“Chat is what we do sometimes when our brains are completely dead at 5am and she doesn't have work the next day.” He started laughing because it is true with our ADHD. 

“Guys I- I mean, we have great news to spread!” Pezzy exaggerated the big news, “Chat, guys no, we- guys..” Pezzy trails off due to him reading chat and us laughing at their responses. 

“Okay. One, I am NOT pregnant. Hell no, not right now, hella bad timing on our ends.” I nervously laugh cause we have definitely not talked about this at all on our own. “Two, no we are not getting Sly a friend, she is enough and she gives me all her cuddles anyways.”

“Anyway, CHAT!” Pezzy screamed into his mic to get back on track. “GamerSups and us have come up with a Pezzy/___ cup. So, that means we get to show you the cup and if you go buy this, make sure you pick up some BBL and use code PEZZY or CLOO to get 10% off your order.”

“But that just doesn't seem right?” I say with a faux confused look on my face, “I thought between February 23 through the 28th, don't they get an additional 11% off their order?” “So technically they get 21% off their order or orders to the big oil princes in chat.” I say with the confidence of a sleazy car salesman. 

“Oh my god that is right so chat, Look at this beautiful cup inspired by ___’s animated character and my soda can. Isn't it just so sexy?” He brings the cup to show the camera so everyone in chat could see the details. 

“Guys I'm going into my fuckboy biker phase, can y'all get it right?” He says into the mic while looking behind him waiting.

“Uhm, excuse me good sir, who said you can enter that phase? Cause i know it wasn't my ass, cause you're mine honey.” I come into his office and the background is filled with sassiness and possessiveness that's for show, as I put my hand on my hip. 

“Baby you know you look so hot right now.” Pezzy says trying to distract me from his stupidness that baited me into coming into his office.

“Hmmm, im watching you sir.” I said with a small attitude as I walked out of his office, I quietly shut his door so Sly and I don't get caught snuggling. 

“-- The little soda can logo I have, so if you want to punch it, cuddle it, or kick it, nothing else. Or Fuck it, now you can–””

“Actually chat you cant fuck my soda can, but fuck your own soda plushie when you get it in 12- 16 weeks.” I said into his mic as I climbed into his lap as he wrapped his arms around my waist so I wouldn't fall out of his lap.

“This is my SodaMan.” I say laughing as I try to wrap my arm backwards around his neck. “Okay, but you should definitely use that for twitch like how smii7y has a little milk bag animation. Just use that as a transition of something.” I say laughing getting out of his lap while giving him a quick smooch on the cheek. 

The screen fades into Pezzy’s normal background with a ridiculous smile on his face, “So guys who’s buying the new plushie?” He started dying out of laughter and turning red as chat was losing their minds at his girlfriend's antics.

“Fun fact, that was to take one after running the script down with her. Also she did that on the spot so its fucking perfect for Twicth just cant use it for youtube, I recorded a different one but with her help. Sadly she was not the star of the show like in this one.” He explains still trying to get his breath back after laughing so hard. 

“Uhhh, there's a lot of cups and mugs all over my kitchen countertop and my coffee table. I wanted to clean it up, and i have been wanting to clean it for a week; but I haven't yet. I'm gonna do it today, though.” Pezzy says depressingly as he motions to the side, “Editor fast forward to the end of the video, ‘I'll do that tomorrow’.” Pezzy jokes as his eyes scan chat in haste to keep up.

___user: Im on my way over with food literally rn, so shush ill clean em

“Babe, no don't clean when you get here. Come chill with us.” Pezzy begs not wanting to seem lazy to chat. “Like no seriously, chat is wanting to talk to momma mod.” He says as his eyes rashly scanned through chat. 

Pezzy reclined all the way back in his chair, looking pitiful as ever. He was looking at his phone tracking __ for his food.

“I’m hungry, I’m so mad.” as he drew out the “Y” as if he was a child. “I am throwing a fit, shut up. I want my food and my girlfriend.” He responded to one of the stupid comments from chat.

“I know it's on the way. I want it now!” Pezzy yelled out in frustration and hangry-ness, still watching his phone. 

“AHHH!” He screamed out in impatience and annoyance with himself. 

Randofan334: you got pulled over the other day?

“Funny story, NOT!” Pezzy screamed into his microphone while manhandling it. “___ and I were out riding yesterday, as per my story. She was riding behind me, til she rolled up beside me at a redlight. Then for some reason she was pretending not to know me and did the bike wave. Once the light changed to green she TOOK FUCKING OFF AND HIT A WHEELIE ON HER R6!” Pezzy howled at chat as he was reliving the story and anger. 

“Then red and blue lights started going off behind me, I was thinking ‘ha she deserves it’. NO! THE FUCKER PULLED ME OVER SINCE SHE PUT SOME TYPE OF PAINT ON HER LICENSE PLATE!!” His shrilling was reaching all throughout the house and Chats’ ears. “Thankfully she paid the ticket since it was technically hers, but that fucker got me.” 

“Also chat, don't spam her for that. We were fucking around, that's what happens with us. We had fun, but fuck that cop.” He spoke to chat.

[emerxshiu]

FORGOTTEN LAND'S SECOND ANNIVERSARY :3

I AM SOOOO BACK

I started this drawing yesterday around afternoon and finished it just a few minutes earlier.

I went with a messier type of drawing instead of more clean like the elfilin one from yesterday, i find it fun doing it like this, mostly cause i dont have to worry about making it perfectly so i dont get as frustrated as normal. Id place this one as my second best digital drawing. im pretty sure i havent posted what i consider my best digital drawing here, tho i do have it in instagram, i might post it here one day, tho these two are way too tied up, i love how this came out, its not exactly like how i imagined it but its really close to it, and also itd say that since i dont tend to play around lighting that much, this was such a joy to draw and i cant help but stare at it a lot, at least until i start hating it because i made quite a lot of errors. i also changed my elfilis gijinka just a tad bit from last time, but its not that big of a difference, mostly.

ofc i had to draw elfilis for forgotten land's anniversary, i tend to deny it in my head but yeah they're my fave of the kirby characters even tho i hate them a bit. I wanted to draw some more doodles, like, elfilis eating cake, kirby car, a bunch of other stuff (not elfilin cuz i already drew him yesterday) but when i tried i couldnt draw anything more, guess this drawing burned me out a lot, huh?

you can definitly tell i spent all the efforts on him cuz if you look a bit closer to the bottom part you'll see its almost barely detailed, but i mean, they're the focus so make sense i guess for me not add that much detail there. um also, maybe because i dunno i had OVER 130 LAYERS jeez no wonder firealpaca was slowing down so much, i need to manage my layers better next time, tho i did do something i keep forgetting, wich is naming them (most of them at least) that was a real life saver

Also, antares (fecto elfilis' spear/cadaceus), as always, was a pain to draw, but this time its probably been draw the most accurate out of every other drawing ive made with it in it, i didnt notice it was like, a little curved when it reached the blade

some close ups since his face is a bit hard to see

silly :3

fun fact! actually, this is technically a redraw, somewhere around between february and march i started a fecto elfilis drawing for the first anniversary, but i couldnt finish it in time, and i never finished it

thats...quite the improvement! (i remember being so proud of it)

also his wings are like that cuz i did not want to draw the pattern, its way too hard, i literally copy pasted it, wait, i was talking about the 2024 version but i looked at the 2023 one and i just noticed it also has the pattern copy pasted, i guess some stuff never changes since i still abuse the ctrl+c ctrl+v to this day

Also i ended up making a huge error there, i was planing to add the phantom spears from orbital pulsar (the attack he does first when you battle them at lab discovera) but theres an innacuracy, when they do the attack, they always close their eyes, i had actually sketched him (well i mean both these drawings are basically the first sketch (2023) or second sketch(2024) with some color, shadows and lighting. i didnt do lineart in the 2024 one cuz i wanted to be a bit like the og i made (too bad i sketched that one with black since the og was sketched with white due to me drawing the bg first)) with his eyes closed but them decided to make them open for a reason i cant remember, maybe i thought itd look nicer? idk

ive had the idea of redrawing this for quite some month now so it was kinda already planned

background cuz i think it came out really pretty

doesnt have the little stars since without elfilis and the structures it looks fucked up. the actual sky in game is more blue, but the clouds have some orange, in the 2023 ver. i made the sky orange, and in the 2024 ver i wanted it more accurate, but i didnt wanna loose the orange sky, so i did a gradient. pretty...

also here's a screenshot i took when i was like halfway trough it, its barely noticeable but i changed his mouth in the final drawing

I really love katfl, like a buncha whole lot, its basically almost my first mainline kirby game. 100% the demo, finished the game in almost one day, i literally play it monthly, like, every month i put the card in my switch, start it up, get morpho sword, and go shred elfilis in lab discovera. i would probably not even be here on tumblr and the kirby fandom if it werent for it. and i love it so much i genuinly cannot express how much i like it and treasure it with words or anything

Thank you for reading my unnecesarily long rambles lol

I hope i'll post tomorrow and dont forget like usual

Jambuhbye!

[moocowmoocow]

Femslash February 23 - Super Hero / Villain AU

Margo x Irina

Warning - This is dubcon.

When Margo developed superhero abilities, she hid them as long as she could. Which was not long because she was already under scrutiny for displaying “mathematical abilities beyond female ability.” What Margo actually wanted to do was build rocket ships that would allow humanity to reach the stars. The only good thing was that the DOD insisted that she be allowed to join NASA in order to protect the space program from Soviet sabotage. She was allowed to work on creating spaceships, but only if it didn’t interfere with her other duties.

The rest was awful. She hated flying. She hated the uniforms for the women - leotards and short skirts. Men like Ed Baldwin got to wear jumpsuits, but no, she had to fight her Soviet counterparts in heels. None of this clothing helped keep her warm during what seemed like endless encounters in Siberia. She hated the time her superhero duties took away from her time at NASA. She watched people get promoted over her who she was more skilled than because she just wasn’t available.

She thought maybe as she got older she’d be able to focus solely on NASA but no, now she was in this ridiculous situation straight out of a porn film. She’d really like to make a complaint to the writer or director or whoever was in charge of whatever counted as plot for them.

She was lying on a ridiculously opulent bed, her hands tied to the bed frame and ankles tied to posts. She was about to start complaining to any hidden cameras when Irina Morozova aka the Soviet Frost Queen walked into the room and looked at her like she wanted to eat her alive. Irina ran a hand over Margo’s stomach. “I have waited for this day for a long time.”

“Why don’t you have to wear a leotard?” Margo grumbled.

“That is only for formal events,” Irina said as she cupped Margo’s breast through the spandex leotard.

Margo squirmed against her touch. “What’s your plan here?”

Irina licked her lips. “I’m going to fuck you stupid and then you’re going to give me the engines for the US’s Mars ship.”

“Yeah, none of that is going to happen.”

Irina said something in Russian and two goons brought in a man. “Sergei?” Margo spluttered. “He has nothing to do with us. Let him go.”

“Margo?” A dazed Sergei looked at her. “You’re the All-American Rocket Girl?”

“No. Yes. I don’t have a choice!”

The goons tied Sergei to a chair. Irina brought out a metal implement and held it against Sergei’s throat. “Seriously?” Margo asked incredulously. “You’re seriously threatening to cut his throat with a sickle? Do you have a hammer somewhere?”

Irina nodded and ran the tip across Sergei’s cheek and a rivulet of blood ran down. “What is your choice, Margo?”

“Fine. You can fuck me.”

Irina’s eyes lit up. “I knew you couldn’t resist me, Margo Madison.” She bent over and kissed Margo, biting her lips. She took the sickle and tore through Margo’s costume. Margo stiffened against her touch and hated how Irina’s pinch of her nipples sent a jolt between her legs. But still by the time Irina shoved her fingers into Margo there was discomfort. Irina smiled at Margo’s grimace. “I didn’t say it was going to be pleasant, at least at first.” But eventually Margo’s body reacted - Irina was good at what she did and brought Margo close and held off.

“I would like to hear what you want,” Irina prompted.

“To not be in this ridiculous situation,” Margo spat out even as her hips canted in time with Irina’s thrusts and her body screamed for relief.

“I will make it easy. Just one word.”

Margo held out for a little longer but she wanted this to end. “Please.”

Irina purposefully rubbed Margo’s clit until finally, finally she came hard. When she came back to herself, she found Irina leaning over caressing her cheek. “See. That wasn’t so bad, no?”

During the process, Margo had found a way to get her wrists loose. She sprang up and grabbed Irina by the throat and slammed her down to the bed. Irina grinned at her. “What are you going to do, Margo Madison? Fuck me or fight me?”

Margo wanted her to be humiliated, to lose control the way she did. She pulled down her pants and pushed her underwear aside. Of course it was soaked through already. Margo roughly thrust her fingers into Irina as she tightened her grip on her throat. She continued to fuck her until Irina let out a strangled cry and came. Then Margo’s hold of her rendered her unconscious.

Margo jumped off the bed, shaking. She did not like whatever came out of her then. She turned to Sergei who looked at her with a mix of horror and desire and perhaps love. She cut him free and he took off his sweater to cover her ruined costume.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said, gathering him up.

“Where are we going to go?”

“Switzerland sounds great,” she said as she flew out the window. She was sending the US government a resignation letter as soon as she landed.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

I did not do this fast enough and now I cant find the emojis so im gonna try and do my best with remembering the fics you had:

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨(That ending though. My heart was breaking and healing at the same time when Chris came in)

🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟(OOOOH Im curious to see who is showing up and also learn more about Buck and Eddie's journey!)

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️(THEY ARE FINALLY MARRIED..in a great ceremony by the way!!!)

WOO! Let's do it!

30 for 🚨 (awww glad it resonated!!!!!!!!):

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“I’m glad you’re catching yourself,” he says. 

Buck nods. Yes, that does feel significant. 

“Uh, I don’t know what you have in mind,” Buck says. “Or how difficult my past would make something like adoption. But if the question is, would I want that with you? The answer is yes.”

Eddie grins. “Really?”

“Really,” Buck smiles back. “That would be like… Like a dream, I guess.”

Eddie’s cheeks look a little rosy.

“Yeah, I, uh… I think so, too.”

iv.

It’s February and Eddie is looking at engagement rings. 

It’s not premature. He keeps telling himself that. As if someone is going to jump out of the woodwork and accuse him of exactly that. They won’t. Who fucking would? So he’s looking at engagement rings.  It’s been a year. A year since Eddie was buried alive and nearly drowned and kept swimming until Buck found him. A year since Buck held him while he pulled himself out of his own paralyzing terror at the thought of dying. A year since he changed his will. A year since they fell into bed together. Almost a year since they both declared their love. And Eddie is still so in love with him.

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30 for 🧟 (answers to half of that this chapter!)

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Eddie likes how light Buck seems. Like he floats where other people trudge. There’s a brightness to him, even among all the ruin. 

“Maybe things could be okay, though,” Buck says after a second. “Maybe we could all have good lives, you know?”

Eddie smiles, despite the corpse dragging themselves around outside his truck window. 

“Yeah,” he concedes. “Maybe.”

▪️▪️▪️

They make it to Shannon’s more easily than he would have expected. They don’t see anyone alive that isn’t zombified. No raiders or deranged lunatics. No danger beyond the obvious. Eddie imagines that there are people alive in Los Angeles. He imagines these millionaires and billionaires up in the hills, in those big celebrity compounds, could make an easy go of it. Well, he won’t disturb them. He just came for his family. 

They have to be careful getting out of the truck. The zombies may not be doing too well, but they still outnumber Eddie and Buck by a lot. 

“I’ve got your back,” Buck assures him. 

And maybe it’s because he was a firefighter, maybe it’s because he’s persuasive, or maybe it’s just because Eddie thinks he’s hot - regardless, he trusts him. They dismount from the truck, weapons loaded, safety off. Buck covers Eddie’s back, while Eddie mounts the stairs to the apartment’s entryway. 

Eddie tries not to let the fact that the apartment looks abandoned make him abandon hope. Sure, there are big cracks in the cement stairs up to the front door. And the glass door is shattered. Yes, what appears to be a disembodied remains of a foot sits off to the side in an overgrown garden. But surely, he didn’t actually think Shannon would be just sitting in the apartment waiting for him. No, he came here for clues. Clues to where Shannon might be. 

Buck keeps his gun aimed at a zombie across the road from them. It seems to be missing most of its leg and is laying, moaning, under a street sign. Maybe that’s where the foot is from. 

“If it gets closer, I’ll shoot it,” Buck says.

[usmsgutterson]

Caaaallllllllll 🩷 how have you been, love??? Are you on summer break yet?

I've heard your call for fic requests and I have one for Pin! What if Pin and his dad are family friends/neighbors of an old lady, and Pin has been helping take care of her during the winter since she lives alone. Then Reader, the woman's granddaughter, comes to live with her when her parents die, Pin teaches her how to ride, the fall in love, the whole 9 yards.

Thoughts?

Get Together- Pin Hawthorne x fem! reader

hi! I've not quite hit summer break yet--I've got like, seven and a half weeks left and in that time there's prom, senior skip day, a whole lot of studying, three classes worth of exams, grad rehearsal and then grad itself--but I am literally counting down the days til summer and even though I hate the warm weather I also cant wait for it, honestly.

What about you? How are things on your end? I hope all is well!

Fic type- fluff

Warnings- mentions of death, mentions of car accidents, a mention of making out (referenced as a snog)

"Ah," said a spry older woman as she noticed the sight of a dark blue toyota camry rolling into her driveway. "My grandbaby is here! Edward, do me a favor and help me down the front steps?"

"Of course, Mrs. L/N," Pins father intoned. Pin tried to hide his smile as he leaned back in the rocking chair that the elderly woman kept on her front porch, gently rocking back and forth by gently pushing the back of his foot off the ground.

Pin had been nineteen, would be twenty in February--it was barely the beginning of November, and Pins father had volunteered him to help take care of Mrs. L/N two, nearly three years beforehand--and still, he'd never quite met the person who stepped out of the camry when it was parked.

He watched Mrs. L/N approach you, saw your tired grin and puffy cheeks as you pulled your grandmother into a hug.

"Pin!" She called. "You must come down here this instant! I have someone I want you to meet."

"Grandma," Pin heard you say exasperated. "Don't make him get up! Don't make him do anything. I didn't mean to cause a fuss."

"You haven't," Pin called. "If you're fine to let me stay in my seat I'll gladly do so. My name is Pin Hawthorne."

You grinned at him, watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips before he returned the gesture to you.

"Y/N L/N," Mrs. L/N said proudly. "My granddaughter! She's just transfered to an asynchronous online program through a university in the city, and she'll be living with me until she finishes her degree in about three years time."

"What's your major?" Pins father asked.

"Writing," you said. "Creative writing. I'm minoring in journalism as a back up."

"Pin is currently enrolled at the same uni," Pins father said. "Should be catching up on his coursework before exams in December, but alas, you can't win them all."

Pin laughed easily as you came up the stairs, letting your grandmother hold onto you to keep herself steady.

"What's your major then, Hawthorne?" You asked.

"He's on his way to becoming a farm vet," Pins father intoned. "He'll work for the local horses stables. Only difference is that they'll have to start paying him for his contributions."

"They do well enough."

"Because you rescued them from bankruptcy and they find you terrifying."

You cast a glance at your grandmother. "Are they always like this?"

"Unfortunately, yes," she responded, giving you a reassuring grin. "But Pin is more sarcastic then his father, and Ted here is always the one who gets it started. One look, though, and they'll both shut right up."

"Or a cup of tea," Pin said.

"Biscuits," his father admitted, a guilty expression on his face. "Oh my word, your grandmother makes them wonderfully."

"Yes I do," your grandmother said with a proud grin. "Now, inside! You've flown, taken a train, and you've driven. You must be bloody exhausted. Rest up, we'll have dinner and tea in three hours."

You nodded at your grandmother, turned your gaze to Pin and his father.

"See you two in a bit," you said. "Lovely to meet you both."

Pin and his father both nodded, and when you'd fallen out of his line of sight, Pin turned his gaze to his feet in an attempt to hide the grin that'd spread to his face.

He ignored it when his father lightly elbowed his forearm, offered your grandmother a grin when she tutted at his and his fathers antics.

He offered her an arm. When she took it, he let her lean on him and lead him into the kitchen, his father following closely behind.

-

The weeks to follow were simple. Pin would come to yours and your grandmothers place to help look after her and to work on his studies.

The two of you often found yourselves in the sitting room on opposite ends of the couch, idly chatting as you typed away at an assignment or reviewed coursework to prep for exams that December.

Eventually, Bright Fields came up. Pin offered to teach you to ride using the horse your parents had kept in the stables before they'd passed, had told you you didn't have to do anything with the horse if you didn't feel comfortable with it yet.

Pin had ended up staying later and later, helping you take care of your grandmother during the day and relaxing with you in your room during the night, laughing and drinking tea that'd gone cold and studying together for the upcoming semester exams.

Without realizing it, you'd opened up to one another, had begun to rely upon the other person. By the end of that January, you'd told Pin about the accident--your survival, your parents deaths--and in turn, Pin had told you some of what happened with his mother.

At the end of that January, you'd finally taken Pin up on his offer to teach you to ride. You'd go to Bright Fields after your grandmother had called it a night, laugh and joke as Pin taught you basics and eventually you were almost better at it then he was.

It was when his father had offered to take his place in looking after your grandmother for a couple of days that he realized his father had known everything the whole time.

"A tip for subtility next time around," his father had said as he passed Pin a mug of tea. "Don't blush every damn time your phone dings with a text from her. Gives you away right quick, it does."

Pin nearly snorted, but managed to keep his composure. "I wasn't trying to be subtle," he said. "I have nothing to be subtle about."

"You're in love with her and you haven't even noticed?" His father asked incredulously. "Goodness, even with my lack of luck in the significant other department, I thought I raised you better. Mrs. L/N thought Y/Ns parents did a decent job too, but it seems she's just as oblivious to it as you are."

"I'm not oblivious," Pin had known he'd fall in love with you quickly from almost the get-go. He'd realized it the very day you met, and it was March. Spring was only two weeks away from donning on the island. "I do know that I'm in love, I just was raised by you. Love confessions really aren't the Hawthorne specialty."

His father laughed. "Fair enough," he said. "Just say something before it's too late. She's got a place at Bright Fields with the usual crew, and I'm sure Marcus has noticed. He'll try to bro-talk it with you, no doubt."

Pin scrunched his lips. He didn't much like the idea of talking his love life with anyone except someone he was in love with, and the idea that Marcus, of all people, might've found it an interesting point of discussion made him want to die.

"Yeah. I'll bring it up with her."

Pins father nodded. "Good lad. Enjoy your tea, I'll go check in next door and see how things are with Y/N and her grandma."

Pin nodded, took his tea up to his room as his father left.

-

"It's nothing big," Zoe said. "Just something small, to celebrate Spring. A get together!"

The two of you were in the stables, you running a brush along the horse your grandmother had kept in case you'd ever wanted to learn riding like your mother had once. The horse was called Luna, her coat a silvery white color.

"At the Dukes estate," you rebutted. "A get together is not a get together when it involves a butler named Arthur, nor when it involves professional chefs."

"It could be," Zoe said. "A get together is a get together when people get together."

You scoffed. "Get togethers in America are chips, sugary soda, a couple of bags of Sour Patch Kids dumped into a big ass bowl, some shitty lighting and fake laughter amongst people who are regretting agreeing to go within five seconds of their arrival."

"You miss it?"

"Somewhat," you laughed. "Oh, American get togethers were just small parties. I do miss that part, but I do not miss the stale beer or the stench of sweat. College parties were almost worse, though."

"Was it that bad?" Zoe asked. "Oh, you are so going to make me glad I chose to take asynchronous online schooling. I have to wake up at three am for zoom calls in the states sometimes, but if it means I don't attend shitty college parties it will be so much more worth it than I'd thought."

"College parties are glorified high school get togethers with shitty plastic solo cups to indicate relationship status. I used to always pick 'happily coupled' just to avoid being hit on so that I could drink my stale vodka in peace."

Zoe snorted. "Yeah. Feeling blessed. Thank you."

You laughed as you finished brushing Luna, placing the brush on the hook you'd always kept it on.

You turned to the entrance of the stable in time to catch Pins eye, the grin spreading to your face before you could stop it.

"Hi," Pin greeted. "Zoe, would you be all right if I took a minute to talk to Y/N?"

"Go ahead," Zoe said, shooting Pin a look and an eyebrow raise as she grabbed Lunas lead with the intention of passing her to Becky so that she could get some exercise because it had been a busy few days and you hadn't had time to see her at the stables with everything going on.

"Do tell her what a get-together is, though! She's got it wrong!" Zoe called as she walked further away, closing the stable door behind her.

Pin glanced at Zoes back before turning to you, confusion and surprise both present in his gaze.

"What was that?"

"Living on the island for too long has poisoned her," you said nonchalantly. "She thinks a get together is a party with a minimum of fifty people. I think it's like the shit I dealt with in college before my grandmother needed some extra help to look after her and I transferred. I think it's stale vodka, the stench of frat boy sweat, shitty lighting and laughter that makes ones ears hurt."

"Zoes right."

"How dare you?" You asked. "You were supposed to be my ally in this, Hawthorne! How dare?"

Pin shrugged. "Can't help it. She is."

"A get together is not fifty--you know what? You're going to make me sound like a bloody broken record. I am not doing that shit."

Pin laughed, and your heart fluttered for a moment.

"Calling it a get together is how the over twenty-five islander crowd discusses partying," Pin said after a moment. "It's 'we're going to get together, probably get drunk and definitely do something stupid regardless of how sober or not sober we are, but we're not in our early twenties and partying sounds too reckless.'"

"It is not," you said. "Hawthorne, you've found the hill I'm willing to die on. A get together and a party are very different things."

Pin smirked at you, shook his head as though he meant to clear his mind.

"I was wondering if you had a minute to talk," he said. "Not about the debate that we will most definitely be continuing later, but about something different."

"Yeah," you gave a nod, leaning against the stable wall. "Shoot."

"I'm in love with you," he blurted.

You thought on it for a few moments. You'd fallen for him too, across the five months you'd known him. You fell in love quick and hard, and somehow it seemed like it was paying off.

"Ditto," you said.

Pin scoffed. "That was easier than I tho--ditto?"

"Yes, Hawthorne. Ditto. It's very American of me, but if I say that I love you back I might just melt into a clingy puddle and I am not ready for you to see that side of me yet."

He scoffed again, though you couldn't help but notice his grin. "May I kiss you?"

"Please," you responded. He stepped forward, cupped your face in his hands and kissed you. You kissed back, arms moving to rest on either of his shoulders. You felt weightless almost, like nothing mattered more in that moment than the two of you did.

As you pulled away, you heard clapping. Pins arms wrapped around your waist as you pulled him close, not daring to look up and meet the gazes of those you knew were standing outside of the stable doors.

"Finally!" Marcus called. "I've been watching this trainwreck for five months, and finally it happened!"

"We're not a trainwreck!" Pin called back.

"Oh, yes you are! First, you meet at Y/Ns bloody grandmothers house," Mia called.

"Then you fall in love over tea, creative writing essays and fucking biology assignments," Zoe added.

"And now, look at you lot! Having a snog in a bloody stable!" Gabby finished off.

"We were not having a snog," you fired back, ignoring the heat in your cheeks. "It was a kiss--one kiss! Stop being lewd."

Pin let you go as the two of you turned, letting you grab his hand instead, other hand moving to rest on his elbow as your fingers interlaced.

"Did you at least bring up the--" Zoe started, cutting herself off. "The thing, relating to the other thing that's happening at your estate?"

"He's taken your side on the get-together debate."

"I'm taking Y/Ns out of spite from here on," Pin mumbled. "And loyalty."

You snorted where Zoe scoffed. "She's wrong and you know it!"

"I'm loyal!" Pin said in his defense. "Kill me, Zoe. Kill me for my loyalty. How would that look on your resume?"

You leaned up and pressed a kiss to Pins cheekbone, shooting Zoe a pointed look.

"Oh, fuck off! Both of you!" Marcus shouted. "Ah, now they're a couple, it's going to be hell around here."

"Oh no! Two people holding hands, kissing, and taking the other persons side in group arguments! How awful!" You mocked, one part of you wishing you and Pin were at your place, relaxing and trying to do course work, one of your hands idly running through his soft brown hair.

The other part of you wanted to be in the field you and Pin had found a good distance from the beach, leant up against a tree as you drank tea you'd poured into flasks and talked about anything and everything.

Pin gave your hand a squeeze. "All right," he said. "That's enough gawking, you all have work that needs doing."

Marcus gave a mock salute, Zoe and Mia nodded.

Gabby nodded. "Marcus is wrong. You'll be good for each other."

"Thanks," you and Pin said.

You were almost entirely sure that, since the deaths of your parents, since your survival after the accident, those moments were some of the first wherein you felt genuine happiness again.

[viaalterego]

thank you @gummybugg for the tag! This is my first time doing this so it might sound strange. but this was a fun idea! hope to do more in the future! so without further ado here it the AM I THE A***HOLE for my WIP "Counting the Days Till Im Yours"

Am I the A**Hole for tricking the guy I look up to in to becoming my brother? ( I think not, but this is what reddits for amiright?)

I ,a very mature person, (16M) may have decived or tricked some randome Guy (21M) in to becoming my bruthor. An rn hes in the car w e as we head back to my place. And you might be wondrn, howd the hell did I get here…

So heres the story,

In my defense his fam is filled to the brim with uncaring a**holes and so I thought if no ones gunna care for dis guy, I will. My bruthor (19M) and Dad (very old) both laughed and said that I was too young to adopting people. But this Guy is so cool, he can play a giture and can write music and hes in collage but apperntly hes thinking about dropping out after the spring semester bc he keeps saying that his prof is an evil man that’s out to get him and he keeps tellinhim that he’ll amount to nothin if he “doesn’t get his act together”. (I told him that his prof sounds like a dummy, but for some reason he chooses to believes the b******) This Guy is so freaking amazing tho. Like at one point, There were some  stuid older kids who chased me down the road a couple of times  after school and Guy would always run out of work (a small groceries mart) to chase them off! Hed use his break time to check on me and wed hang out in the park for a bit. I think hes a really good person and that he desseves so much more… when I toldmy family, they both agreed that wi… Guy deserves a better life. But we knew that hed wouldnt want to come with us so, Dad used the same tackcit he used for my broher and i. Just wait… until th time was right.

And tured out we didn’t have to wait long… it was February and Dad got a notification that Guy had run of from his apartment only minutes after hed made it home ( dad instaled some cameras near his house so we could check uo on him) hed run to the park in panic. Now, ive seen im upset before, but this wasa brand new and at that moment, we all realized that the time was right. So I went ot Guy just to see if was okay, while my brother and Dad prepared for to take im home. And it happened!!

Im in the car sirtting right next to im rn with him. Hes asleep rn ( probly from whatever my brother gave him) so he doent know abou any of this . an ******* amazing urpise if you ask me! But we had to tie him up a bit bc Dad said that he “might panic and lose his **** once it wore of”. But im not too worried. He knows that I care about him, and now my brother and Dad want him to be apart of our family to! So not only does he get an new family I get a new brother out of this too. But…

Tbh he looked really scared when we went to meet him and when we stopped at a motel for he night (he did wake up) and still freaked the ***** out. Dad was able to put him back to sleep tho before  he was able to hurt himself. I couldn’t help but feel bad… like what if I got the wrung Idea and he hates me for it?? What if he doent see me as a brother as well?? What if he hates??

Oh wer  almost home! Cant have my “brother” wake up to a lil insecure baby now can we.

So I will leave this up to you internet people or Redditers, as ive heard it called.

Am I the A**Hole here??

PS… Oh and I will update!

[cbhitsjapan]

P-PORT DRAMA

22 feb 2025

welp. day one is complete and i'm still jetlagged. its 16:47 and I'm presently waiting on brendan and ryan to make their way from NRT into Tokyo so we can continue the journey to Osaka.

I decided to start this blog mostly as a way to remember what happened when i'm old, kinda like the trinidad blog. i haven't learned to be more concise since then, so gear up for some long winded stories. Lets start from the beginning

1400 - 19 february 2025 CB gets a text from ry ry "i cant find my passport" CB replies "thats fun"

1700 - 19 february 2025 CB calls skrittle and she reports that ry still hasnt found it but she's certain she'll be able to. she found mom's check in the VHS player when bree-bree deposited it on mom's behalf back in 1996 after all

2300- 19 february 2025 no luck...ry says i'm not goin (our flight was scheduled to leave at 1135 20 feb. Bree and I beg him not to bail!

0640 - 20 feb RY RY SCHEDULES AN APPT IN DC TO GET THAT BADBOY PRINTED!!!!!! CB CATCHES HER FLIGHT AND FLIES TO TOKYO SOLO BUT AT LEAST THE BROS WERE COMING EVENTUALLY!

0900 - 20 feb CB got first class bc she's a bougie bitch and was granted access to the ~Polaris Lounge~. I was excited, but quickly found out that it's actually a retirement village and if you weren't born with pearls around your neck and a trust fund you really don't belong. VERY STUFFY. but the food was pretty tasty and the bathrooms were de-luxeeee.

1045 - 20 feb THE P-PORT GODS WERE LOOKING OUT FOR RY RY! NEW P-PORT PRINTED BY 2PM, HE'S GONNA BE ON THE FIRST FLIGHT OUT TOMORROW!!!

1135 - 20 feb I board my flight- seat 2a. woah. LAY DOWN BEDS? i'm sorry what. It's criminal that such comfort is possible on those flights when people are jammed in the back like sardines. that was the most delightful flight ive ever taken. If i have extra cash on hand, i'm 100% indulging on the way home. wow.

1200 - 20 feb - 1535 21 feb

I pretty much worked the whole flight. Oh i also booked our Osaka hotel because who the hell wants to book anything early when you can just....wing it -_- speaking of i should absolutely be planning osaka vs just sitting here writing.

1800 - 21 feb

ARRIVE IN ASAKUSA- omg what a journey. took the skyliner to oueno station, then transferred to the metro & walked to our hotel. i forced myself to shower, and go for a walk....asakusa is so sick. i was able to go to the senso-ji shrine in the dark which was absolutely beautiful and not nearly as packed as what i assumed daytime would be. i checked out a couple of other street vendors, and made my way back to the hotel to knock out around 9pm. oh also i got followed for a little bit - that was interesting lol. nothing crazy but you know that feeling when you're being followed and your hair stands on your neck? i was on a quieter street, and could tell there was a man trailing about 15 ft behind me to my left. kate had warned me that it was common for white women to be stalked (cweepy) and just to be careful i intentionally led us right into the middle of a VERY busy tourist area. i stopped on the corner, he walked up and also stopped...looked around. i turned my body to face him and shot lasers with my eyeballs and he kind of looked around, then looked back at me, and then turned and walked back the way we came. weirdo alert. i walked around for a while longer just to make sure he was gone gone before heading back to my hotel to rest my weary head down and take a nap. PS how frickin cute is this place?

Asakusa Kaede - highly recommend!