#I swear when I tell you it hangs over me all the time 😅😅😅

[exploring-in-space]

Currently rereading some Robron fic faves. Obviously I read the one but I also reread Notes From Across the Hall and it just made me smile so much. ❤️

Ahhh sorry it took me so long to reply! I honestly feel so lucky how well notes from across the hall did since it was my first fic I had posted in almost ten years 😂😭 it will always have a special place in my heart!!

[gutterfuuck]

ok all i can think of is super pervy & creepy incel mark w a reader who lowk knows he’s super weird and creepy with her but is like…into it. like he steals her underwear and gets off on the smell of her and she knows and is just like 🤷‍♀️😊 like maybe she finds a fucking box of her underwear under his bed while they’re hanging out and he’s like oh fuck i swear it’s not what it looks like and she’s like :0 okay but do you want another pair? 😊😊

“ and in addition to my other ask; what would be even better is a reader who is so like fucked up mentally over being into it (bc uhhh she doesn't think she should be so into her best friend being a fucking creep) and mark can tell and he's like ok so ur just a little pervert like me!— ☆ “

this is so good anon omggg—- it would also be an interesting idea to have a reader who’s kind of a bully/mean girl towards mark + he retaliates (😉) but that is a whole other concept that i am not focusing on rn haha 😅

MDNI, 18+ CONTENT

you were accustomed to it by now; mark’s calloused finger tips brushing past your neck, hands wrapping around your waist or pulling you almost into his lap at times. he was just a touchy guy, you were his best friend, he’d never look at you like that!! mark just loved playing with your hair, he was just affectionate!

you knew why his hugs would linger just for a bit too long, you weren’t stupid. that’s why you weren’t the least bit shocked when you had found out where your underwear had ran off to. you weren’t shocked, weren’t exactly disappointed either. you knew what had been going on, you damn near set him up by just leaving your clothes thrown onto his bathroom floor after you would use his shower and purposely wearing short skirts and low tops whenever you would hang out with him. you’d picked up on his behaviour for a while now, so had everyone else. everyone around you could see how often mark would touch and let you walk up the stairs first so he could see up your skirt, “well i’m not gonna look up there, you know that.” “if you fall or slip, i’ll be there to catch you, y’know?” “c’mon y/n, don’t you trust me? wouldn’t you rather me accidentally see up there?” “you already walk around my house basically naked sometimes.” he justified, eventually winning you over and getting the chance to pull out his phone while distracting you with talk, taking a video from underneath your skirt.

you’d found them when you had dropped your phone down the side of his bed, going to get it before mark could protest and offer himself to grab it, he hadn’t moved that one pair of cotton white panties, the ones he had pressed up to his nose the night before, getting off to the scent of your pussy still on them. mark almost died when his fear came to fruition, you holding up your own pair of underwear that you had left your phone for.

mark’s face turned red, hand shooting forward to grab at the pair of underwear; you snatching your hand away. “i-it isn’t what you think it is!” he shouted, your eyes locked onto his. the corners of your lips turned upwards, glancing at the panties and then back to mark, “i think these are my panties. no, i’m sure.” you spoke, mark’s hands flew to your shoulders. “they must’ve g-gotten there by accident…-you’re always here, you never know, you might’ve left them here-” he stuttered, fingers digging into your skin gently, moving up to hold your face so he could give you a look of sincerity, hoping that you would believe his lies.

“d’you want more?”

he swear he heard ringing in his ears. the world seemed to slow down, his vision blurry. did you really just say that or was he actually going crazy this time? a beat, two. “what?” he breathed out, voice quiet and getting lost somewhere on the way out. “i’m wearing pink. white polkadots, lace i think.” you wondered, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt, inching it towards your upper thighs. further, further. “wanna see?” and mark feels like he’s going to explode. he was already nodding before you had even asked him if he wanted to look at your underwear, you got off of the bed, standing in front of him and lifted your skirt up. lace, just like you had promised. crimson red trickled out of mark’s nose, dick throbbing in his pants.

he looked so disheveled, half lidded puppy eyes focused on your clothed cunt, blood slowly dripping down his nose and past his chin, red staining his shirt. “can.. c-can i…” he almost drooled, hand reaching towards your thigh, needing to hold you, needing to confirm that this was real and happening. “you’re gonna let me touch you here, yeah?” his hands stuck to your waist, pulling you closer as he moved to kneel in front of you, pressing his face into your cunt and sniffing feverishly, tongue lolling out to lick you through the cloth.

“s’good… smell so f-fuckin’ good, y/n..” he groaned, you giggled. you were so perfect for him, so fucking perfect. he slid one of his hands into his pants, wasting no time in stroking his cock, jerking himself off while he sniffed around under your skirt and put his mouth around your still covered pussy, wetting the fabric and licking up your juices as soon as they secreted from your heat and soaked into your panties that mark would definitely be keeping. your hands stroked through his hair, gasping lightly when he pulled your panties to the side and instantly began sucking harshly on your clit, rubbing circles into it with his hot tongue.

this was sooo fucked up. were you taking advantage of him? would it even matter seeing as he’s obviously been taking advantage of you, stealing your underwear while you weren’t looking? you didn’t care, neither did mark. you especially didn’t care when his fingers found their way into your warm cunt, pumping in and out while he gently grazed your sensitive bud with his teeth, your fingers tightening in his hair and your chest heaving, a low growl rumbling in the back of his throat as he held you still with both hands now, teeth biting down just right enough for it to make you almost jump backwards, a light squeal leaving your lips.

“taste so good… so wet f’me, getting my fingers all sticky..” he talked into your clit, tongue flicking back and forth. mark pulled away, looking up at you with lust glazed eyes, putting his fingers into his mouth and sucking your slick off of his digits. he turned you around, mouth open while he panted, hands spreading your asscheeks as his tongue began licking circles around your asshole, making you almost jump at the unexpected action. “j-just wanna touch you everywhere…” mark told you, tongue pushing past your tight little back opening, your ass clenching around his tongue as you nearly fell over onto your knees, mark steadying you.

you were always teasing him, always. he pulled his tongue out, pulling you down onto the floor with him, positioning you onto your back, hands attacking your zipped up jacket and almost tearing the clean off. no shirt. no bra. fuck, you’d done this on purpose. “so fucking hot…” he said before sucking on your now exposed nipples, other hand squeezing as if he had no idea on how to handle tits gently. oh, that was because he didn’t. he was inexperienced, but it wasn’t something that made you upset. no, quite the opposite, you liked it; the hungriness of it. the greediness, selfishness.

“no bra… practically naked under there…-“ he huffed tapping your leg so you would wrap your legs around his waist. he bent down to lick your cheek, smiling when you gave him a look of confusion, “p-perv..!” you joked, laughing at him. his cock strained, his cheeks went pink. “again… fuck, call me that again.” mark muttered, humping against you on the floor, trapping you in with his teeth tight on your shoulder. you complied, gasping and nodding, “pervert..”

he lost it, getting to his feet and keeping his hand on your head so you knew not to stand up along with him, his hand anchored in the back of your hair, using it to pull you forward so he could rub your face in his bulge, throwing his head back when you opened your mouth, sliding your lips up and down the side of his cock through his pants.

in reality, maybe you were the pervert. you couldn’t care less, your hot best friend was trying to force his fat cock all the way down your throat with his gorgeous face all ruined and flustered with your lacey-pink-and-white panties held up to his nose, your scent drove him fucking crazy, your own face streaking of mascara and your lipstick smudged around the corners of your lips. you were beautiful to him, his hips unrelenting with his messy thrusts. “nghh aaaahh.. so warm… ‘s this what pussy feels like too?” he asked, gripping your hair even tighter. “b-bet you’re tighter in there… in your cunt-“ he continued to let his tip bully the back of your neck, your throat bulging ever so slightly with each harsh thrust, catching a rhythm that made his balls slap against your chin. “c-callin’ me the perv… you’re all soaked and sicky down there…” your eyes watered, nails digging into the meat of this thighs, your cunt gushing. this was so wrong, you should know better than to let your best friend throat fuck you after finding out that he had been getting away with stealing your items of clothing for so long. “you’re the real pervert, hah..- you look so messy, f-fuck, i-i’m gonna cumdownyourthroat—“ he choked out, dick pulsing as his head rolled back, his vision blanking and hips stuttering, thick ropes of cum filling your mouth.

he was right, you were the perv. only a perv would swallow their best friend’s load and beg him to shoot the next one into your guts.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

hello! i was wondering if you could do poly!plastic x reader where regina has a condition like anemia or is simply just sick and won't admit that she's sick or needs help till she eventually collapses. sorry if it's too specific and you absolutely don't have to do it if you fon't wanna! :)

The Date-

|| poly!plastics x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; mostly Regina's pov, mentions of throw up, Regina's sick and hiding it, Gretchen stands up to Regina (though briefly), Regina blacks out, brief swearing

|| Summary; when Regina wakes up, she finds she isn't feeling well. But holds out for the date later that evening.

Requests closed!

Started; November 13th

Finished; November 13th

+ Anon Request; hey can you do poly!plastics x reader where it's regina being sick or anemic (only her gfs know that) but would never admit if she's not feeling well because she has an image to "uphold." sorry if it's too specific! it's all gopd i you can't 😅

Author Note; i wrote her being sick, since that was easier for me to write 🫶

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It wasn't often Regina George got sick. In fact, there was hardly ever a time where she was. Of course she's faked being sick a number of times, just like every other kid. But today she was not feeling great. Like, at all. Every time she took a step Regina felt like she would throw up. Or pass out. Or both.

But did she take the day off? No. Because there were things she genuinely wanted to do at school and after today. She wanted to see her girlfriends and partner. Plus, Regina was looking forward to their date tonight. She booked them reservations at a nice ass restaurant and it would suck to lose their spot. Considering the next wait was nearly two months. She wasn't about to wait forever again. So, Regina tried her hardest to look okay. She may have over done it a bit on the makeup, but Regina hardly cared right now.

Despite feeling sick, Regina still took the time to pick up all of you. You, Gretchen and Karen. None of you noticed the signs at first. Gretchen thought she maybe saw a grimace, or was it a scowl? Sometimes it was hard to tell with the blonde. She did try keeping an eye on her, though it didn't take long before Gretchen was distracted by Karen's lips.

Being at school was probably the worst part of it. She skipped a lot of her classes. Regina ended up spending most of her day in the bathroom, just in case she threw up. Because there was no way she would be listening to a teacher right now. No matter who told her to. She'd come out for lunch, hanging out with you and the girls. Trying to seem okay enough that no one would ask her any questions.

Regina managed to make it all the way until the end of the day. Where everything went wrong. Regina was walking next to you, on her other side was Gretchen and Karen. The four of you walking together. You held Regina's hand, rambling about whatever your latest interest was. And Regina tried to pay attention. She really, really did. But... everything went black.

She could vaguely hear the sounds of voices, though it was like she was separated by water. It was muffled, groggily. All around impossible to understand. When she finally came to, Regina was in the nurse's office at the school. Bucket at her couch side. You were next to her while Gretchen and Karen watched nervously. Hands and arms linked together. She groaned as she tried to sit up, but you put a hand to her chest. Keeping her down.

"No you don't," You murmured. Regina's eyes locked to yours and you could see the pain and nausea behind her eyes.

"What..?" Regina had started to ask what happened, but you answered before she could speak. Wanting her to save her strength. You gently brushed Regina's hair out of her face, hand cupping her cheek before you spoke.

"You passed out. Nurse said you looked feverish," You explained, Regina scoffed and rolled her eyes. Slowly letting herself sink into the couch a bit. Before her eyes widened.

"The date-" Regina said, once gain thinking about the reservations. You just smiled softly and shook your head. Looking to Gretchen.

"Absolutely not, those reservations aren't as important as your health." Gretchen put her foot down; which was rare for her to do. Especially to Regina. Though Gretchen's worry for her out weighed any fears.

"There were reservations?" Karen blinked, looking at Gretchen. She forgot all about it. Gretchen just sighed.

"Not for tonight." Her tone held a sense of firmness to it that sounded weird coming from Gretchen. Regina challenged her, knowing it usually didn't take much to sway the girl.

"Excuse me? We're going, I paid a shit tone for those spots. Besides, I'm literally fine. You're overreacting." Regina grumbled. Trying to keep hold of her image. She had to be fine.

You frowned at her, deciding to take over when you saw Gretchen tense up," we'll get a refund, baby. Go another time. But like Gretchen said, those reservations aren't as important as your health."

Regina did not look happy in the slightest. But she finally stopped fighting on it, mostly because she threw up in the trash can. And she was smart enough to know there would be no convincing after that.

[hellisharchive]

Can I please request an Adam x Male Reader who way too innocent to the point they HATE sex and cussing(Never cuss in Reader's life) and the fact they squeek like a squeek toy if they get jumped scared

﹒﹒﹒squeaky toy

➤ 18+, sexual remarks

➤ Adam x male!reader

➤ Sorry this is so late and so short! I was struggling with how to write this 😅

Adam had always teased you, throwing sexual remarks your way and always making sure to scare you at any given moment. It always frustrated you and made you upset. But at the same time, you had these weird feelings for him that you couldn't decipher. It couldn't be a crush, it just couldn't! He was so rude to you, yet why did you miss him when he didn't antagonize you one day?

The day was strange- Adam wasn't in your corner at all today. You thought you would enjoy it, but it just felt off. You still tried to remain positive though, hanging with friends and laughing. They asked if you knew where Adam was since he usually would have been here around this time, but you answered honestly and had no idea. You also accidentally admitted that you missed him, which caused them to light up claiming you had a crush on him.

You of course denied it, but you couldn't help feel that they were right. Tomorrow quickly came and you hoped you would see him again, even if you would never admit it. He always tried to get you to swear and you refused every single time. This was Heaven! He may be able to swear but you never have even in your living life. The day was going by eerily quiet without him until the familiar yell startled you, causing you to jump up.

"HAHAHA I got you again Bitch! HA that was hilarious! You never fail to sound like a fucking squeaky toy! Missed me?" He walked out from behind you with his signature smirk as he looked at you. Swallowing, you thought of what to say as you calmed down from his scare.

"And what if I did?" That wasn't what you meant to say, immediately backtracking as you panicked, crap! You tried to save the situation, but it was useless. Your simple mistake had costed you your secret. Dang it!

"YOU missing ME? I thought you hated me! Was that a lie? Oh my God this is too good. You hearing this Lute?" Mr. Perfect over here missed me!" He doubled over laughing as Lute agreed, just staring at him laughing as he finally stood up, wiping tears away.

"I always knew you liked me Bitch. What? You gonna tell me you wanna get fucked by the original dick now?" Why did he say that? You panicked, immediately denying it. You hated sex so much, always hearing him talk about made you uncomfortable, yet you still missed his presence. He also tried to get you to swear before, but you refused.

"NO! NO! I DO NOT STOP!" You were thoroughly flustered to no ends as you put your hands over your face, just imagining doing it gave you the ick. Your hands were moved away as he smirked, he knew how to push your buttons.

"Hey, you meet me at my place tonight. I wanna take ya out" You stared at him wide eyed. Did he just ask you out on a date? You always thought he was only into girls anyways. Why did he ask you out? He was waiting for your answer, so you just stumbled as you said ok.

"That's what I thought, Bitch. Wear something nice" And he walked away, leaving you confused, flustered and anxious. Why did you agree? You friends immediately hounded you, concerned for how you were feeling. You just said you wished he didn't leave you alone again.

[waitingonher]

percy jackson dating a child of apollo

characters: percy jackson

content warning: like one curse word

word count: 941

author's note: i accidentally deleted the original ask. oops. i'm also just gonna pretend that it didn't take me like four weeks to write this... (i am so sorry anon 😅)

you are—quite literally—the light of percy’s life! he’s never been more grateful for someone than you. even in his darkest moments, percy knows that he can always depend on you to show him the light. 

your guys’ personalities complement each other so well, it’s crazy. percy knows you like the back of his hand, and sometimes, it’s like he knows you better than you know yourself. 

his giving love languages are definitely physical touch and acts of service!! 

your boyfriend is ALWAYS touching you somehow. whether it be a hand on your lower back or his knee touching your knee, percy just likes to be close to you. it’s definitely a surefire way of telling everyone that you’re his! 

life as a demigod is certainly rough, so he’ll do everything in his power to make your day at least a teensy bit better. a few of things he’s done for you include maintenance for your instruments and/or bow & arrow, folding your laundry, and cleaning around your cabin, but the list could go on for miles!!

as you enter the dining pavilion for breakfast, you quickly spot percy who waves and beckons you over to his table.  “morning y/n,” he says, kissing your cheek as you sit next to him.  you smile, “hi percy! have you seen my bow? i can’t seem to find it and i have a class to teach later today.”  “oh yeah sorry babe, i have it,” he pauses to swallow his food, “i remember you were talking about needing to replace your bowstring, so i had will give it to me so i could fix it for you.”  almost knocking him off of the bench, you tackle percy into a tight hug, “aw thanks percy! you’re the best.”  he laughs at your sudden attack, “of course babe, happy to help.” 

as for his receiving love languages, percy loves physical touch and quality time. 

whether it be hanging out with you in the infirmary or trailing behind you as you teach an archery class, he values every minute spent with you. 

he’d even clean the entire amphitheater with you without making any complaints. i swear, this boy is so head over heels for you. 

percy loves, loves, LOVES when you include him in your favorite hobbies/activities. even if he isn’t very good at it, he’ll always try his best, because he knows that doing so makes you happy. and percy would do anything to see you happy. 

he doesn’t even mind when you chide him for messing up because the way you smile and laugh at him has him in a chokehold. 

percy remembers all of the little things!! it could be the tiniest detail ever, like which brand of paint brushes you prefer to use, and he’d store it away in his mental “y/n folder.” 

as you organize your bow into its rightful spot on the rack, you feel your boyfriend pull you into a back hug, planting chaste kisses on your cheek, “hi babe, done with your training?”  “yes percy, but i’m all sweaty!” you laugh, trying to escape his grip.  he simply chuckles, “i don’t care, i missed you today.”  you turn around to face him with an amused look, “we ate breakfast together?” percy merely shrugs in response before grabbing your hand, “anyways, come with me, i’ve got a surprise for you.”   “oh? what is it perce?” you question.  he chuckles, “you’ll see.”  minutes later, you and percy reach the entrance of his cabin. he swiftly goes inside and returns, holding the gift behind his back, “okay, give me your hands and close your eyes.” closing your eyes, you hold out your hands, “is it keys to a brand new car?” you gasp, “or is it a snake? because i’m actually gonna kill you if it is.” percy laughs before placing the object in your hands, “you can open your eyes now. it’s honestly not much, but you mentioned something about liking this brand before.”  at that, you open your eyes to see a new set of your favorite paints, “holy shit percy! are you serious? when’d you even have the time to get these?”  he grins, “last week. i was in the city for a tiny errand chiron gave me.”  “gods, you’re amazing, i love you,” you say, pulling percy into a kiss.  percy pulls away with a lopsided smile spreading across his face, “how many more paint sets will i have to buy you in order for you to kiss me like that again?”  “as of now, none,” you respond, leaning in for yet another kiss. 

for the longest time, you and percy have had this weird ongoing thing where you two will try to come up with the weirdest pet names for each other. 

percy will come up to you and greet you with a casual “hi pookie dookie pie, how’s it going?” 

or you’ll address him as “sweet cookie sugar face” because he was eating one of sally’s cookies. 

everyone is so confused because they don’t know that it’s been an ongoing joke between you guys. 

“good morning honey bunny boo bear! how’d you sleep?” you ask your boyfriend.  percy holds back a laugh, “morning, i slept very well. and how’d you sleep, snookums?”  out the corner of your eyes, you spot leo and piper looking at each other, eyes wide and their jaws on the floor.  “i’m gonna barf,” they say simultaneously, both slapping a hand over their mouths.  you and percy stifle your laughter before putting on a serious face, “you guys wouldn’t get it.” 

gods you two are the cutest thing ever!

[jinisnuggets]

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴰᵒᶜᵗᵒʳ! ᶜʰᵒⁱ ᴶᵒⁿᵍʰᵒ ˣ ᴬˢˢⁱˢᵗᵃⁿᵗ! ᶠᵉᵐ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ⁷.⁴ᵏ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᴬⁿᵍˢᵗ, ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ..?

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗ��ᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ, ⁱˡˡⁿᵉˢˢ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵘʳˢⁱⁿᵍ, ˢᵗᵃʳᵗˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃˢ ᵉⁿᵉᵐⁱᵉˢ,

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃ ᵈᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵉʷ ᵍⁱʳˡ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ʰᵒˢᵖⁱᵗᵃˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᴬˢˢⁱˢᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵒⁱ ᴶᵒⁿᵍʰᵒ, ʰᵉ ᵐᵃʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʰⁱᵈ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵒʷⁿ

ᴬ/ⁿ: ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵈᵉˡᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠⁱᶜ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍ, ᵐʸ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ 😅, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵘᵐ ʸᵉˢ! ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉᵈ ᴵ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᵃ ᶠⁱᶜ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˡᵉⁿᵍᵗʰ ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵍⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵒʳ ⁿᵉᵉᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵃ ᵈᵒᶻᵉⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ, ᴵ ʳˡˡʸ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ <³

Things like fate and destiny were unrealistic words in his mind.

He who walked the streets for years alone had known better than anyone that things like love was just something that appeared in the movies, because those who found it in the real world were rarely ever happy.

Why couldn’t humanity just accept simple facts like that? Maybe it wasn't common knowledge but it was surely a simple concept. Why do people have to be so delusional that they shift things that always end bad into something with a happy ending.

To someone like Jongho, all of that was pure bullshit.

San picked up his phone from the table and looked at the contact, quickly excusing himself from the group and leaving to chat with the person on the other line.

“San really does love his girlfriend doesn't he?” Seonghwa mentioned with a smile replacing his regular face as he looked at everyone else who sat at the table.

“He really does, he doesn't even hang out with me anymore.” Wooyoung pouted, bringing a spoonful of his food into his mouth.

“Well it's a moment of happiness for him, let the poor man live.” Hongjoong added, picking up chopsticks and allowing himself to take a bite of his steak.

The others chuckled, allowing themselves to resume in their long awaited meals.

Wooyoung took a chance to glance to the seat over and face Jongho who was just kinda staring blankly into whatever universe he might have been in.

“Jongho you good? You kinda just went into a trance all of a sudden”

Jongho nodded in response “I just don't get why y'all are so happy over something that won't last.”

Everyone's attention shifted from their food to Jongho, even though it was expected from someone like Jongho who had that mindset for a long time, no one would've expected him to be so loud about it.

“Jongho, don't you think that's a bit direct -” Seonghwa managed to mutter out but was unable to complete his sentence due to the interruption.

“I don't get why people make such a big deal when someone speaks the truth. Admit it, if they last it's going to be surprising news for everyone.”

Wooyoung and Hongjoong made eye contact at the words of the youngest. Although no one at the table said anything, they all thought the same thing and no one was going to deny it.

“What did I miss?” San said in a cheerful and enthusiastic tone, sitting down at the table and continuing with his meal but immediately glancing around at the table upon not hearing anyone responding.

“I left for 4 minutes and you guys got into an argument? I swear with you guys.” San muttered playfully which earned a laugh from Wooyoung and a chuckle from Seonghwa. No one had the intention to tell San what had happened while he was gone even though it was almost guaranteed that he wouldn't be offended as he also knew Jongho’s mindset well.

The table became loud, mainly from Wooyoung raging at Hongjoong for certain things he said and always ending up laughing as loud a humanly possible, San also added onto the already unnecessary noise, helping Wooyoung or Hongjoong out in whatever argument they were having based on who's side he was on, Jongho and Seonghwa were quiet and just focused on eating.

Mentions of his girlfriend creeped into the conversation and Jongho couldn't help but roll his eyes, sometimes it was just a sudden mention of “my girlfriend” or sometimes it was her actual name, but she was definitely referenced in the conversation that had nothing to do with her.

Seriously what was so exciting about being with someone romantically? It's always the same outcome of them showing you who they want you to see and then later on switching to take advantage of you whenver you're too deep in their game, same situation everytime, something he'd heard far too many times.

San wouldn't last in his relationship, and Jongho knew it, although he truly dreaded the sight of his friend crying, what could be really do about it? He asked for it… It was all destined when he decided to say yes to the question that could have easily been rejected and avoided, if it was anyone's fault it was San’s.

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“Dr. Choi, can I have you check over these?”

The so presumed, Dr. Choi, glanced at the door to see, what he considered, the love shot girl. He didn't have any specific reason for giving you the name other than the fact that he knew you were a little blinded for the feeling of love, and that was practically his only reason behind the nickname, other than the fact that he never really took enough interest in you to memorize your full name.

Handing him your paperwork as he cleared his desk from the already full stack of papers, many empty and waiting to be filled out. You watched as he read over your work and gave it back to you, you stayed in your place, unmoving and waiting for his feedback.

He finally answered, “your work's good, maybe try being more detailed with question 2 and 7, they're too vague and Superior Kim won't like that.”

You glanced back down at your paper, kinda shocked as you read over the marked spots. “Oh my gosh, thank you. I didn't even realize how badly I wrote them… anything else I should take a look at?”

Jongho finally met you in the eye, you could tell that he was annoyed and in his mind it was probably a waste of time to be giving a newbie like you advice. Dr. Choi was a full on experienced doctor, and he knew how to correct his mistakes when he made them, unlike you who still needed to get the okay from another doctor, he wasn't the only annoyed one, you were quite annoyed at yourself too.

“I have a question.” You heard him say… standing up straight and fixing your posture, “Yes…?” You were nervous and you couldn't hide it, Dr. Choi was no ordinary doctor as he was very strict and upfront.

“I'm not in charge of you, so why do you always come to me to check your work?”

Clearing your throat and making eye contact that you tried your best to hold. Choi Jongho had some of the most fierce and direct eyes, yet according to you, they were quite beautiful. Big and a round oval-like shaped, brown and almost looked like the eyes of a baby bear.

“I care about your opinion the most… you are honest and upfront, so that is why I come here instead of going to my section leader.”

You noticed his eyebrow raise, he was a bit confused.

“What about Dr. Kang?”

“He's too warm hearted to point out any visible mistakes.”

“Dr. Park?”

“He points out my mistakes but he often misses a few small details, and he's not as direct with his advice either.”

”Dr. Jung?”

“I'm just too scared go in there…”

You noticed him crack a smile earning a flinch from you in which he noticed, he chuckled lightly and you somewhat wondered what you had said to earn such a reaction from him. Whenever you entered the room his aura always got so serious.

“Alright I guess, you can go, I have work to do.” his smile was still visible, keeping it as he brought all the papers he had been working on in front of him again, making you realize a couple of things as you walked out of his office.

Choi Jongho always checked over your stuff yet for himself he had to do all of the writing and checking, you almost felt bad for always going in there to disrupt his alone time, intruding because you always wanted him to check over what you should've been the one to take full credit for.

Jongho once again got back to work, picking up his pen just to hear the familiar creaking of the door. Somewhat fed up this time, he looked over at the door with a sharp stare making you almost jump out of your soul.

“What now? You already finished more paperwork? I'm jealous, wish I could rush over things like that-”

“No- I just brought you a coffee..”

You completed, speed walking over to his desk to place the warm mug down, rushing over back to the door and shutting it.

Of course Jongho was confused, he couldn't help but chuckle as he questioned your perfect timing. He was somewhat falling asleep and craving a coffee, about to stop his work once again to get up and satisfy his craving. Worried, he took a sip and to his surprise, it tasted exactly how he liked it. Not too sugared yet not too bitter. Most people didn't land in a place right in the middle so it threw him off guard.

How did you know?

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Day and day again, you entered his office and got his feedback on your work, it happened for days on end. Finally, Superior Kim decided to close up your section for the day in order for him to make a couple of changes in the furniture and in general the way the section was operated, part of those changes involved you moving into the same room as Jongho in order to become his assistant for the time being.

Jongho's original assistant had been on a small hiatus to take a trip to her home country because both of her parents were now disabled and she needed to be there for them, Superior Kim and Dr. Choi were both unsure if she would return to the hospital or find a new job in her hometown. Nevertheless, you were Jongho's assistant for now, which would make things easier for both him and you.

Or so you thought-

Every morning, you entered his, or now to be said your, office with breakfast to find him already sitting down at his desk, computer open and files scattered all over, in shock you brought your morning dish over to your spot and right when you were about sit down he suddenly turns to you and asks you if you could bring him some breakfast too.

Surely, you didn't really have a choice. Your title was assistant after all. It wasn't that you had a problem with it, but it was more unusual, mainly since this was never really the case when you were Dr. Jeong’s assistant, normally his pace would be slow and he wouldn't rush to get started on his work. You both got breakfast, entered the office and sat down on your own seats as you chatted for a bit, waiting for each other to finish before actually starting on your work.

So you went down to get him his breakfast, technically the same thing you got yourself since he never told you what he liked. You served him some apple juice since it was what you liked in the morning, you were never a fan of morning coffee especially because you knew you'd need another cup later on and that'd just be too much coffee for one day.

You brought up his breakfast and watched him stare at his food for a hot moment.

“I'm scared of you.” he finally stated.

“if you don't like it, I can go back down and get you what you want-”

“No, this is exactly what I get too…” he mumbled.

You let out a sigh of relief and went over to sit down on your chair, you wouldn't have much work that day since there wasn't many appointments booked, and the ones that showed up on the chart were really nothing serious, just a couple of check ups.

You glanced at Jongho and rolled your eyes.

“Shouldn't you take a break and eat your breakfast? I don't mean to disrupt you but you don't seem to have that much work today, after eating your breakfast you should also clean up your workspace. That'll make you loose focus.”

Jongho glanced around at his almost fully cover desk and looked back at his almost empty shelves, it was one of the first times he agreed with you other than what you had said about Wooyoung earlier. He looked at you and nodded, clearing his space in the middle in order to make room for his breakfast.

“Let's chat for a bit.” you said

“Did Dr. Jeong teach you that or something?” he grinned, taking a sip of his juice and picking up his tray.

“Precisely.” you added.

“I'm not surprised, he's always been that type. Speaking of… why didn't you go to him for the checking of your work. You were his assistant ya?”

You frowned, slightly trying to think of an appropriate response for his question.

“I really don't know, I think it's mainly because he was always doing so much at once so I kinda felt bad.”

Jongho nodded, understanding where you came from, your breakfast continued as such and the day went on as normal, Jongho asked you for something and you gave it to him, you also took the opportunity to clean his workspace which he questioned you for, in which you always responded.

“I finished my work so I'm technically not prohibited from helping you and this messy area you have going on.”

And well, afterwards he simply let you be, as long as you weren't distracting or bothering him, he was completely fine with you partying inside the office. That was mostly how your life carried along, you entered the hospital, helped Jongho with whatever he needed, did work, and repeat… occasionally having to help with a patient or two, but that wasn't your job so you mainly stayed out of it.

In the beginning you were certain that Jongho hated you… but now that you were his assistant, you weren't sure how to feel. It kinda angered you because you had no idea whether he viewed you somewhat like a friend or if he despised you with all of his heart… you preferred to be some place in the middle.

Even if you both shared an office, he still kept mostly to himself and so did you, the only reason you spoke was mostly for him to check your work and that was really it… although it was upsetting, you were coworkers and had to act like it, there wasn't time to goof around in a place like a hospital and you knew it.

Truthfully more than anyone.

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“I'm gonna be heading out, my shift is over and it's late. Is there anything you would like me to know before I leave?”

Although he was focused on the paperwork that was in front of his desk, he heard you and took the opportunity to glance up at you, “You should wait, I'm about to finish this and my shift is over as well, it's dangerous so we should walk home together.”

You stayed silent, mainly because you were trying to figure out if this was just a friendly offer or if he was actually showing genuine interests in you.

Nevertheless, your staring was obvious, which made him take his eyes off his paperwork to look at you.

“We go the same direction, ya?”

You snapped out of your trance and finally nodded. You sat back down on your chair and scrolled through your phone as he finished up the last few questions.

“But try to hurry, I'm hungry so I'm really looking forward to get home.”

He grinned in response to your comment, simply focusing on what was in front of him, of course to him, you were just a coworker and nothing more. His job was serious and nothing to look forward to, you never knew what type of patients would come in so there was no time to laugh.

The atmosphere would stay quiet for the last 7 minutes that you would be in hospital, when Jongho gave you the okay, you both headed out as you waited for him while he gave the key to the next employee, they needed to lock up for the night for safety measures since the hospital staff would be there to open up to anyone who might’ve been in need of care.

“So, why did you wanna walk home with me.” You brought yourself to ask, seeing your cold breath in the air, Jongho refused to look at you in which you found quite funny.

“For both of our safety, walking home this late at night is dangerous.”

You shrugged, “you've let me go at my regular time multiple times before so I don't see much of an issue. It just caught me by surprise.”

Jongho nodded, “I understand.” The walk continued to be silent for the next few minutes, you sighed in debate multiple times until you reached the more public side of the city, you were about 11 minutes away from home and the feeling of hunger was really just eating you up inside.

“Dr. Choi, i'm really hungry, and now i'm lacking motivation to go home and make myself something, so now that we're here, would you like to stop by somewhere and eat? With me possibly?”

You saw a smirk creep up on Jongho's face, noticing his head coming up as he pretended to act surprised, “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Of course not, do you wanna go with me or not?” You responded annoyed, rolling your eyes at the guy who believed so highly of himself all of a sudden, you heard him chucke, a soft, small chuckle which you had failed to hear be directed at you.

Because he wasn't laughing or poking fun at you, he was laughing at something you had said, and you didn't know if that was a good sign or a death sign.

“Sure, I'll go with you, i'm pretty hungry myself.”

You hadn't noticed the small smile forming on your face, that stupid smile that you hadn't felt since the last time you looked at your highschool crush.

In the end, you both ended up on the outside table of one of your favorite resturants, the lighting was dim and if you looked to your right, you'd see the main city that stood across the wide river. It was a beautiful setting when it came to someone like you, who loved to imagine these sceneries in a painting or a romantic movie.

“Dr. Choi, have you ever liked someone?”

The question caught him off guard, he didn't know what to respond and the only thing he could do was try to move past the question by taking a sip of his drink, playing distracted.

He noticed you nod as you understood what he wanted to tell you, he wasn't comfortable with the subject and that was okay, you weren’t going to judge him.

“I don't know you too well, mind telling me about your childhood?” You asked with the softest eyes he'd seen from you. Sighing, he responded while easing his posture and leaning back on his chair, crossing his arms and looking out into the landscape that overcame the both of you

“I don't know much that I could say, my childhood was for the most part normal. Regular parents with one little brother, we grew up in the isolated town, the type that aren't very known, the ones with a small population, a community of their own.”

“So you grew up in small towns, what made you move to the city?”

Jongho sighed, unknowing of what to say, upon noticing his silence, you were about to dismiss your question until he sat up straigter and began speaking.

“My mom and my dad divorced whenever me and my brother were still young, we were constantly moving in between houses, having to experience every new partner that our parents had, my mom never lasted with any of them and when my dad finally found someone who he felt right, they got really sick and passed away, so he never got his happy ending, they both passed away so there's no turning back now.”

You couldn't help but cover your mouth at his words, in disbelief and feeling guilty for opening up that trauma in him again.

“I'm sorry that happened, I also apologize for asking-”

“It's fine, i'm over it.”

Silence filled the table and things became awkward, you heard him shuffle a bit and then turn back to face you.

“What about you?”

You slightly pouted, crossing your own arms and rocking back and fourth on your own chair.

“I wasn't ever able to enjoy my childhood because I constantly had to be in and out of somewhere, and even though it was meant to help me, little me just thought of it as a prison, but now as an adult I realize the importance of them, currently trying to avoid other children from going through the same thing as me.”

Jongho nodded, slightly smiling from your statement.

“I should call you the queen of vague”

“Hey!?”

Jongho laughed, listening to you ramble on about how it was a sensitive topic and you preferred to be vague about it, he simply nodded and said ‘I understand’ which ticked you off even more, making you continue to yell to him about it, eventually he quieted you down and you relaxed, giving him one last slap on his shoulder and leaving him alone.

Truthfully, you both connected a lot during your dinner, which was unexpected for the both of you. Although the two of you bonded, you agreed to keep things professional at work,

The walk home was full of laughter, you had warmed up to each other and had become comfortable, you felt good enough to playfully push each other or smack each other on the shoulder. The walk went by quickly and the two of you ended up at your separating point without even realizing, your house was one way and his was the other.

“Thank you for this talk Dr. Choi, I think we should get going, it's about to be one in the morning.” You chuckled to which he nodded, his smile never fading.

“You should get some rest, long day tomorrow.”

You nodded, watching him walk away from your street, bringing yourself to turn around, you were ready to get home and flop on your bed, happy that you could consider someone like Dr. Choi a friend.

“Jongho by the way.”

You turned around, hearing his voice speaking, you hadn't been sure if you had heard him right since by that point he was already turning the corner, you stood in the same spot, all sleepiness gone from your head as you replayed his words over and over again.

Did he just say you could call him Jongho?

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“I'm starving!!”

“Choi San, please calm down-”

“Choi Jongho, please cheer up”

Jongho glared at San who quickly broke the eye contact to pick up the kimchi that was across the table, adding it to his lunch, Jongho slightly smiled and begun adding his own sauces and seasonings to his food, San begun eating and taking a sip of his americano which sat on the cup holder beside him.

“It's been a while since I've had this-”, his eyes squeezed shut at the burst of flavor that hit his taste buds, using his utensils to rush for another bite of the meal, however he was quick to notice that Jongho wasn't eating, he didn't look upset, more deep in thought.

“Are you not hungry?”

“Oh no, I am.”

“Then what's wrong?”

San genuinely seemed concerned for Jongho's well being, he didn't want him to suddenly grow insecure or go on a diet when he didn't have to, San begun to wonder if Jongho had something wrong that he wasn't aware of.

Jongho leaned forward on the table, grinning with one hand flat on the wood that held all of the food, his lunch and drink pushed aside as Jongho made eye contact with San.

“I have a bit of a problem.”

San’s eyes widened as he only imagined the worst, of course it had to be that. Jongho never invites someone to eat first.

“You're dying!?? Jongho you can't die!!!!”

Jongho flinched, “what..? Where'd you hear that from? No, I'm not dying, i'm still young and have an entire life ahead of me.”

San’s shoulders fell in relief.

“Oh thank god… well then, what's this problem?”

“Well, I may or may not like someone... in more than a plotonic manner..”

Silence filled the room as the information registered into San’s head, then the entire after process of the loading signal before he finally reacted.

“You!? Like you!? Nah, you're joking-”

“I'm not.” He interrupted, keeping his gaze locked and still on San, making him take another sip of his americano, side eyeing Jongho to make sure he wasn't looking at him and upon seeing his gaze fully locked on him, he slowly broke it by looking back at his drink.

“Well… what's she like?”

“It's my assistant in the hospital.” Jongho quickly responded, San nodded as he went back to his food and took a few more spoonfuls before leaning back on his chair and taking some time to relax.

“I don't work at the hospital so I don't know who it is.”

Jongho clicked his tongue and tapped his finger, attempting to search his mind for a comfortable and explainable way of telling him who you were,

“You know Yunho’s assistant?”

“Yeah- L/n Y/n, wonderful girl to be honest-”

“Well her.”

San made a understood head motion while lip syncing an ‘ah’ and grabbing his americano from the table, taking a good gulp of it before the realization hit him.

“She's your assistant now!? What happened with Yunho!?”

“Relax, from what I've been told she's only my assistant temporally, until we figure out whether my former assistant is coming back or not I'll be staying with her.”

“Wait wait wait, let me get this straight… so L/n transferred to your office and became your assistant for the time being… and now you like her?”

Jongho looked away, a bit ashamed, not of you but of himself. Technically everyone knew how Jongho's brain worked so for him to hit them up with something like this was just kinda silly when he himself had said so many negative things about relationships.

“What happened to that old ‘relationships are only for people without a brain-’”

“I never said that!”

San burst out laughing and Jongho just rolled his eyes, finally taking a bite of his own food and nodding in approval to it.

“Listen, I was in the wrong when I said all of that, my opinion hasn't really changed much and truthfully I'm a bit disappointed in myself but… I don't wanna lie to you-”

San tilted his head in confusion, unsure of what his younger friend meant by the statement, “lie to me about what?”

Jongho sighed and explained the entire incident of what happened that day when they met up as a group in the restaurant, explaining what he said about San’s relationship behind his back. What he said was harsh but San was very understanding about It, mocking and cracking a joke about Jongho once or twice again to which Jongho almost cursed San out.

It was a bright setting and the mood was lifted, both of them discussed all those typical relationship things and walked each other home, although Jongho left confused with the entire feeling and exsistance of the word love, San told him to meet up with Seonghwa since despite his status as a single pringle, he was actually very good with relationship advice and quite useful.

And of course when he did, Seonghwa showed an identical reaction to that of San’s, thrilled by how much Jongho had changed in the span of a few months and all because you had become his assistant, and even though Seonghwa truthfully had never met you or known you as Yunho’s assistant, he assumed you were a great person rightfully going off the fact that you were able to pull Jongho.

And his theory about you wasn't wrong, because at the end of the day… you really had become Jongho's everything, and it would stay that way for a long time, he had no idea whether his feelings for you were no more than platonic or actually romantic, so what more could he really go off of other than the fact that you had done something to him, and here he was having no idea what it was.

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Jongho just knew something was wrong, it could've just been a gut feeling, or the fact that when he had finally become close with you and all of a sudden you just disappeared… well you didn't just snap out of existence, he saw you, but you no longer showed up to work on schedule or everyday like before, you missed days, and a lot.

And he didn't know how to bring it up to his colleagues, his former assistant missed days regularly so he wasn't ever concerned for her, rarely did the thought of something bad happening to her cross his mind. But for you? For you it was different, because if you missed a day, which itself was already concerning, you'd miss it on notice.

But you haven't done so these days. So what if something bad really did happen to you, or was happening to you?

Jongho snapped out of his trance upon hearing his door slam open, he hadn't noticed he had been staring at plainly nothing and looking like if he was about to pass out, he finally took a glance at his door to find Hongjoong standing in front, looking a bit frightened by Jongho’s appearance among his entry.

“You okay?” Hongjoong questioned, walking over to Jongho's desk and taking a seat from the stack in the corner of the room.

“I've just been thinking about some things.” Jongho responded, letting go of the folder that he was practically squeezing in his grip and leaning back on his chair, slamming the folder on his face in order to shield his eyes from the light.

“It must be really stressing you out if you're like this.” Hongjoong responded, mirroring Jongho's actions by relaxing on the chair that he sat in, Jongho didn't respond and Hongjoong took the moment to change the topic…

Well, slightly.

“Have you visited Y/n yet?”

Jongho's gaze shifted to his superior who sat across from him, all the tension in his body coming back as he realized-

“You know where she is!?”

Hongjoong lifted his head and tilted it slightly, confused he asked, “Did she not tell you?”

Jongho aggressively shook his head in disagreement, which inserted the realization behind Jongho's stress, making Hongjoong lightly let out a curse word.

“It’s a little bit difficult to explain, i'm just confused on why she didn't tell you-” Hongjoong said, lightly scratching the back of his neck nervously and anxiously.

With low patience tolerance, Jongho sighed annoyed at why Hongjoong was unable to explain what you couldn't, grabbing his head in an attempt to cure the unbearable heart-eating headache.

“I really don't know how to tell you but I'll try to keep this professional, she's in the hospital, for personal reasons…”

“The hospital!?” Jongho almost burst into tears, why wouldn't you tell him something like that!?

“Correct.”

“Could I know what those personal reasons are…?” Jongho asked, crossing his fingers from under the table, his eyes watered down and sealed lips to prevent a shaky voice, Hongjoong felt pity… and a lot.

Hongjoong replied, “Trust me.. if I knew I'd tell you, but she hasn't made me aware of the situation either.”

Jongho bit his lip, he was at a loss for words. And the worst part is that he wasn’t going to have time to see you for a few days, all he could do was pray that everything would be fine, that you'd be okay.

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He was desperate to see you, so when he saw the first available opportunity, he asked Hongjoong at what hospital you were located and rushed over.

“What are you doing here!?” You nearly screamed at the sight of his face.

“I'm here to see you.” He responded. Sitting up on the hospital bed, you looked down at his hands and noticed the bouquet of flowers, he also held a takeout bag which you assumed was for you.

“Don't tell me you even brought me gifts?” You smirked, not knowing what he'd respond with, he looked to the side and nodded at what you suggested. He put the flowers on your lap and placed the bag next to your bed.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He answered to which you dramatically covered your mouth as if you were offended, “Rude.” You muttered, bringing the bag up and finding your favorite restaurant’s food-to-go laying in a takeout box. You had shared that information with him the day you went to eat together, recommending him the area and sharing your favorite dishes, expressing how much you loved their ice cream and milkshakes. You were surprised he even remembered the name in the first place.

Your expressions reacted quicker than your brain, shifting your head up at him as he sighed, nodding his head, and cutting you off just when you were about to speak.

“Yes, I did try their ice cream and milkshake, and I brought you one too.”

He pointed inside the box and you finally realized the cold drink laying next to a container of french fries, gasping you took out the shake and fries and started diving in, you noticed him looking at you, however not in the usual way. This time his eyes weren't soft like they usually were, his expression screamed anger, fear, injustice, you peaked a look at him and held up your fries.

“I forgot to thank you, I was too excited… would you like some..?” You asked, Jongho simply shook his head in denial, and you stayed looking at him, concern filling your face.

He couldn't possibly know… could he…?

You lightly chuckled, attempting to add some humor into the tense mood of the room, “Why are you just staring like that? You're making me uncomfortable mr…”

Jongho slightly smiled and nodded, “Why didn't you tell me you were here?” He asked, eyes not softening at the slightest as he kept his gaze strong and firm.

“I didn't wanna bother you, everything I say is a bother-” you chuckled once again, however, you noticed his silence to your comment and you knew you messed up.

“Sorry-” you added, feeling your bed sink down upon him sitting on it, caressing your hair and putting it behind your ear. “Please tell me- what's wrong..?”

But you couldn't bring yourself to… How could you bring yourself to? You swore to never tell anyone outside of those who already knew- and you were going to stick to that promise.

“You'll figure it out soon enough.”

You felt his hand slam onto your arm, which caused you to flinch. And that's when you finally noticed his shiny eyes, soft stare, and shaky lips.

“Don’t say that Y/n…”

You couldn't believe your eyes. Jongho, the man who always had a tough figure and personality, was showing you weakness. The man who you always presumed as someone with a high ego, enough to push you away so carelessly, was showing you care and frustration. All because you were in a bad state.

You couldn't say much more than what you already had, and Jongho got the message, because he let go of you and walked out of the room. You couldn't express anymore regret about what you had done, Jongho was crying and it was your fault, but what you had to say… it just… you couldn't say it, because it would pain you more than it would pain him, and you knew it.

But to your surprise, Jongho came to visit you regularly, he made time almost everyday. If you were tired he'd sing you to sleep, if you weren't, he'd stay with you until you were. After you fell asleep he cried, he rested his head, covering his eyes with his palm, the lingering feeling of emotions overtaking his mind, it was driving him crazy.

He asked you to be his girlfriend eventually, to which you accepted. You tried to be happy and energetic around him, and when he asked you to go take a walk, you had no choice but to decline, he brought you food and you let him do a lot of the talking while you ate.

And as time passed that became your daily day, you had medical staff come in, and take care of you, boring day after, and later at night Jongho would come visit you.

He brought you outside like you asked, pushing on the handles as you admired the stars, looking at them from an outside point of view again after a couple of months of not seeing them in that figure.

“The moon looks brighter than I remember-” you excitedly said, looking down at Jongho who was sitting down on the grass.

“I think it's closer to the earth right now because it isn't normally this bright.” He responded, as you chuckled, he made eye contact with you again to which you just laughed from the way he looked up at you.

“I'm really gonna-” he joked before you cut him off, “You don't need to- I just think looking down at you despite the fact that you're taller than me, it's just funny” you said, looking back up at the stars and admiring the view.

Jongho looked back as well, trying to hide his eyes in the darkness, hoping the moon wouldn't illuminate his eyes enough to show you the weakness he held once again, he couldn't help it when he was with you, he just simply couldn't stand seeing you trying to be happy when in reality you were suffering.

He picked himself back up and placed his hand on your thigh, no matter how much you wished to, you couldn't feel his soft and warm hands touching your helpless and uncensoring skin, you both looked into each other's eyes and pressed your lips together.

It was your first kiss with him, so you valued it a lot, feeling his warm lips press up against yours as he smudge his scent all over you, you loved it… it was an obsessing feeling that you couldn't get enough of…

You would miss these moments.

When you both separated, he forced a smile and hugged you tightly, he knew it just as well as you did, you smiled and hugged him back. You weren't going to let the thought overtake the mood, it wasn't going to happen, you were going to make the most of this night, even if your options were limited.

You both went back inside and you watched Jongho leave, coming back with your favorite restaurant once more, taking the bag and milkshake, giving it all to you. He handed you the oreo ice cream he'd got for you and laughed with you, it was the most he'd heard you speak in a long time.

He sang you to sleep once more, this time staying with you all night long and hugging your warm body, he didn't wait to leave, he stayed, all hours of the night, he'd be with you…

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Years later, he would be walking the watered down streets to the field covered with sculpted rocks, looking for the specific one, holding flowers and a small box in one hand.

When he finally found it, he sat down and sighed. This had become a regular thing and a daily activity by this time, it had become a regular tradition in his life to visit you 3 times a week at least.

“I had a long day, oh- and I also found this dairy that I believe belonged to you, I found it in the box of things that I stored for you.”

Putting the dairy on his lap, opening it and turning to a specific page, beginning to read it outloud.

“April 7th 2021… They made switches around the hospital, I am now Dr. Choi’s assistant, which I couldn’t determine as a good or bad thing. I've talked about this change previously but now i'm really convinced that being Choi Jongho’s assistant is absolutely a bad thing and something that the demon’s of the other side decided would be my destiny because this man hates my guts. He's rude too… I kinda miss Dr. Jeong-”

He stopped reading and chuckled lightly, looking back at you.

“If you hated me that much you might as well have requested to Hongjoong to go back with Yunho.”

He continued reading.

“However, I'm gonna try to get close with him, I've been interested in him for a long time… I've been coming regularly, trying to get his approval and make him like me a bit more. I don't think bothering him was the right option though, it wasn't my intention haha, future me can't see but I'm actually laughing right now. I hope to come back to this page in the future, but being friends with Choi Jongho. He's a mysterious person so I'd be happy if I gained his trust. If I manage to live long enough, I hope to have a chance with Dr. Choi and be able to call him by his first name, I have so many things I wanna do with him to be honest-”

Jongho stopped, taking a moment to catch his breath and clean his eyes.

“I know it sounds obsessive for me to be writing about him like this, I don't do it often, I just wanna express how I feel, older me will find this so weird too, I kinda do. I really wanna go eat at my favorite restaurant with him, go on late night dates and experience his sincere care.”

Flashbacks replayed in Jongho’s head as he cleaned his eyes once more, remembering if all the things you guys had time to do.

“If I can experience this before I die with Jongho, or really anyone- I'd leave this earth happily. If there's one thing I know for sure it's that I don't have long, but I chose to live my life in happiness over sadness, I can't be sad for the little life I have. Hopefully, i'll be able to meet the right one, and if this sickness allows me too- I hope to get married. I wanna be able to experience my life to the fullest, and live excitedly, not make this lung disease my entire life. I wanna be and will be happy, period.”

Jongho sniffed his nose and placed your dairy in his bag, taking out the small box and putting it down.

“I don't wanna bother you for too long, but I'm gonna be happy and live my life to the fullest, I will always love you, you'll always be my first and only love, nothing or no one will ever change that…”

He fixed the box, placing it on the rock that covered the dirt, the rectangle shaped rock that laid flat on the ground, full of flowers and gifts from your other loved ones who most likely came to visit you regularly as well. He hid the box among the flowers and shielded it from public view, taking a moment to smile once more before leaving.

Things like fate and destiny were unrealistic words in his mind.

He who walked the streets for years alone had known better than anyone that things like love was just something that appeared in the movies, and it would stay that way until the right person walked up to you on their own.

He seriously couldn't understand why humanity just couldn't accept simple facts like that. Maybe it wasn't common knowledge but it was surely a simple concept. He had met the right one when he least expected it. People needed to understand that love is not something someone should search for, because if it's real, the two parties would find each other sololy.

To someone like Jongho, he had found true love and was never going to change that, he was satisfied with how his life turned out and he knew you'd agree… and he'd wait for the day where he'd find you again in this world, and hear you accept the ring that laid inside the sealed box behind all your flowers.

Because at the end of the day, you really had become his everything.

[scrunchylew]

Atta Boy experience below the cut if you want to read! Warning it’s kinda long. I debated posting this but I saw some other people sharing their concert experiences and I started to write it out but never did until just now. This is what I remember and what I processed. 🙈 (there’s probably too much detail)

My friend and I got there super early. We got in the door and got a drink, then just sat and chilled for a bit. It was a super small venue! My friend knew nothing. She thought the music was country (my bad for not telling her, I just knew that she watched Yellowstone and knew of Eden and vaguely of Lewis so I invited her). So we went back out into the courtyard area and I saw Eden and Dashel hanging out having a drink and a smoke but didn’t bother them.

We go in and buy merch, meet Freddy and Dashel briefly but didn’t really engage except for just buying the stuff (mainly cause I was nervous to approach at the time) and then we went back to a seat and chilled again while we waited.

So The Wonderfools started, and I had no idea they were just hanging around the venue but they were really good and I enjoyed their music. While they were playing I went to the bathroom and as I walked there I went past this tall guy that had a hat on and was looking down at his phone and I thought to myself “I think that was Lewis” but I couldn’t see his face. So I walked back by him slowly and gave him a longer glance and was like yep, that’s him. That’s the dude😅 but I let him be. He seemed to be very much in his own world and he was texting. I was literally buzzing from both nerves and alcohol.

So the Wonderfools set ended and my friend and I are standing to the left of the stage and then Atta Boy comes out. I swear I think that’s likely when I started to black out. He was so tall. And seeing him climb up onto that stage…it was the sexiest thing ever. But I just vibed the entire show! It was so much fun and even though I barely knew any words I still enjoyed it so much. There was one moment I remember I spaced out while Lewis was playing and I probably looked like a freak gawking at him. Freddy was in my view most of the time so it was nice getting glimpses of Lewis 😂😂

Show ended, I told my friend we were staying to meet them and then it got a little wild. All of them were spread out all over the venue. I was trying to figure out where to stand in line while my friend was in line for merch (she didn’t get any at the beginning) and then Lewis was beep booping around meeting people and I think he ran into some guy that may have worked with him? Idk they knew each other somehow and they talked for a few minutes by the bar which is where most people were standing and waiting for him and all of a sudden I turned around and he was gone. My friend was like “your boy moved on you” 😂😂 so he finally settled in at the stage and met people and I was waiting for my friend to get a shirt. She comes back and we’re closer and I think he was also trying to help take down their stuff from the stage from what I recall.

We get closer and I had no idea what I was going to say. I felt like I was going to throw up. By that time a lot of people had already left which was nice. My friend was asking me what I was going to do or say and so I ripped my wristband off and was holding it and when I got up to him he was like “Hey! How’s it going? Whatcha got there?” And I’m holding my wristband down at my side and I swear to you I blacked out. I think he put a spell on me 😂 But I said “well I’m hoping it’s something you can sign” 🙈 and he was like “Hell yeah!” And he leaned down to sign it on the stage and said something but I couldn’t hear him so I was like “pardon?” And he was asking my friend and I if we were from there. So I said yes and that I brought my friend along and he was like “hell yeah! That’s awesome.” And then I asked him if he’s been to Atlanta and he goes “yes I actually lived here for about 4 months” and I had NO WORDS to say to him. So what did I do? I FUCKING WINKED AT HIM and smiled 😭😭 and then I remember asking if we could get a picture and he was like “yeah totally!” and I feel like I yanked him into me 😅 but his tiny little waist is the size of one side of my wingspan. So I’m shaking, my hands are sweating and I’m about to try to take a selfie and I practically threw my phone at my friend to take the picture it felt like. She took multiples and he goes “oh cool you got the multi shot!” Then after that I don’t know what happened after taking the picture with Lewis. Idk if I said anything or if he said anything. Idk my mind was short circuiting.

I do know that we went to meet Eden and she was precious. I love her. My friend told her she got her ass beat in Yellowstone and I died laughing and she was like “yeah…I did.” And I told her I hadn’t seen it before and she was like “it’s definitely a journey if you watch it. You gotta commit to it” or something along those lines. Then she signed my wrist band too and was like “this is something I just did the other night!” So we chat more about their show the next day and she was like “I’m just hoping people show up” because of it being in Asheville and I told her that I knew at least one person that was going to be there! I think she was happy to hear that.

Then we met Freddy and he signed the wrist band too and passed it to Dash. We talked to him (he is the absolute cutest and sweetest thing and I just wanted to talk to him more but i know they were trying to pack stuff) and my friend told him her name was Savannah and he goes “oh like the city!” And then I asked if he has been and he said he had friends that went to SCAD. And we talked about the seasons changing and he goes “yeah growing up in LA you don’t really get the seasons.” Lol such a cutie!

Then my friend wanted her shirt signed and she was too scared to ask so I went back over to Freddy and I messed up my wording but I said something like “she was too nerbous to ask you to sign” and he looked at me like I had 5 heads (my friend told me I had to say nervous like that) then I was like “can you sign her shirt?” And he passed it to Eden and Dash.

So then we obviously had to get Lewis again. And before we did we got Aubrey to sign as well and I hate I didn’t get a picture with her or Dash but I was like “I’m so sorry I hate to bother you but can you get Lewis to sign it too?” He was packing up and everything and she called him over and I said “I’m calling her out, she was too nervous to ask you to sign her shirt.” And he squats down in front of me and was like “it’s ok I get nervous too” and I don’t know what I did or said but then I was asking him if he was excited for Asheville too and he said “yeah I am! I went to school there so I’m excited to see some friends.” And then again, I just stared at him and was like “yeahhhh” as if I didn’t know every public thing about him. Words left me. I could have said anything! But he signed her shirt and I told him thank you and then we left and I think I’ve been both on cloud 9 as well as severely depressed ever since!

[shrinkthisviolet]

Or ❛ who did this to you? ❜ with Morgan and Barry?

So this one…really got away from me 😅 it’s much longer than expected, and for that reason, if anyone prefers to read it on AO3, you’re welcome to do so (this is the case for all my prompt fills ofc, which are cross-posted to AO3 in this series, but I mention it for this one specifically because of its length).

Also…Happy Birthday Iris! I’m later to posting this than intended, but I wrote and finished this during June 24th, so it counts to me. Also, Iris is fairly prominent here for that reason (Morgan & Iris took as much center stage as Barry & Morgan in this prompt fill, hope you don’t mind 😅)

And one more thing…this takes place between 1x11 and 1x14 (connected to this fic, though it can theoretically be read as a standalone ig). And, obviously, it’s not canon to the AU—it’s a branching path, something that could’ve happened.

All that said, enjoy:

“You’ve got me, always. If you need anything…”

“I’ll call.”

Morgan hadn't expected to call in that favor so soon, but with her head still ringing from that hit earlier (so stupid, so, so stupid, why hadn’t she dodged it?), she had no other choice. Dad was home tonight, and she was nearly late for curfew, even without factoring in the necessary time to change out of her suit before he caught her.

She didn’t think she could stomach one of his lectures tonight—his disappointment cut deeper than any knife.

So, as her head swam and she struggled to walk steadily—were headaches this bad usually? She’d never had one like this. She hadn’t gotten a migraine, had she?—she called Iris.

“Morgan?”

“Iris!” Morgan sighed in relief. “Thank God, I…listen, I’m sorry for calling so late, but I really need your—”

“Where are you?” Iris sounded so worried already…but for what?

“I’m on my way—”

“Hello?”

Morgan frowned. What…? “Iris, I was saying, I’m on my way ho—”

“On your way where?”

“Home!” Was the connection bad or something? “Listen, I need your—”

Someone pushed her just then, and she turned to shout at them…only to see a car whiz by.

“Watch where you’re going,” her mysterious savior snapped, disappearing into thin air.

She, however, was more focused on what had just happened. She’d nearly been hit by a car. A car that she…hadn’t even heard. What the hell is going—?

“…home alone? At night?” Iris definitely sounded worried now.

“It’s okay,” Morgan insisted, “I’ll be fine, I just…I just need you to call Dad and tell him—”

“What street crossing are you on? Barry can come get you.”

“No!” Morgan couldn’t think of anything worse than Barry having to deal with her problems. He already resented her enough as it was. “No, I…I’ll be fi—”

“Morgan. Street names. I think you might have a concussion.”

Morgan burst out laughing. “A c-c-cussion? Come on, Iris, get r—”

“Please,” Iris begged—much to Morgan’s surprise, as Iris never, ever begged.

So she sighed and said, “One sec,” and slowly walked over to the nearest street signs, squinting. “It says…Pourer and Maim?”

“…do you mean Porter and Main?” Iris replied after a long time.

Morgan squinted at the sign. “I don’t…the letters are all wonky, I can’t…I can’t tell.” Tears welled in her eyes. “God, I’m so sorry. You can hang up if you want, I’ll figure this out mys—”

“Don’t be sorry! I’d feel terrible about leaving you to this—Barry’s on his way, and I swear he won’t bug you about anything. Okay?”

“Okay,” she relented, though right as she said it, she found herself picked up and swept off. Against her better judgment, she leaned her head on Barry’s shoulder.

He shook her as he set her down on a soft bed, looking surprisingly regretful. “Sorry. But we’ve gotta check you for a concussion first.”

When she nodded, he looked concerned, as if she hadn’t answered immediately, exchanging a look with Iris.

“Morgan, honey?” Iris squeezed her hand, smiling sadly when Morgan met her eyes. “I’m sorry, but you can’t go anywhere in this state. Barry already called Caitlin, and—”

“You didn’t have to bother her,” Morgan whispered, wondering why Iris’s sentence kept going even though Morgan had interrupted and Iris was no longer speaking. “I’ve had headaches before, I can sleep this off.”

“Morgan,” Barry said slowly, “do you realize that you’ve been answering our questions and reacting to us half a minute after we’ve spoken?”

Morgan blinked. “I…what?”

“And your speech is slurring,” Iris added, brows knitted. “Not much, but still. Caitlin says those are the two main signs. By the way,” she added to Barry, “what did she say?”

“She said she can’t make it tonight, so I should call her back and let her know how the injury looks. Speaking of which…?”

Morgan drew back nervously. “Why are you helping me? You hate me.”

“You’re hurt,” he said, as if that explained anything.

“So what?”

His face crumpled at that. “Morgan. Please. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. But I…I can’t leave you in this state. Please let me look?”

Despite her reactions apparently having a time delay, he didn’t do anything until she nodded and took her hood off, exposing the bruising on her face…and the one on the back of her head that was tender to touch—she winced as Barry’s fingers brushed over it.

“Who did this to you?” Barry growled, much to Morgan’s surprise. “Who would dare—”

“Is this from your…side hobby?” Iris asked delicately.

Morgan blinked, confused. Why the discretion? Doesn’t she know that Barry knows?

Barry frowned. “Are you talking about Sentry?”

Iris blushed, her cheeks darkening. “What? No. What gave you that ide—”

“You told her?” Barry’s eyes held pain, anger—and that pissed Morgan off even more.

“So what if I did? It’s my secret, not yours!”

“You had no right to tell her about me!”

“I didn’t!” Did he truly think so little of her? “I only told her about me!”

“Wait, wait.” Iris frowned. “Barry? What are you talking about?”

Barry froze. “Um…I…that is—”

Iris’s eyes widened just then. “This has to do with why you’re fighting, isn’t it?”

“No! I mean…yes, but no, not like—”

“Once Morgan’s asleep,” she interrupted sharply, “you and I are gonna talk, Bartholomew.”

“Okay,” he muttered. “Okay, that’s fair.”

“In the meantime,” she declared, “go call Caitlin and tell her about this. And as she suggested, Morgan, you’ll sleep here overnight.”

“But…but Dad—”

“Do you remember his number?” Iris asked gently. “It’s okay if not, I could just get it from—”

“I’m his daughter,” Morgan snapped, “of course I know his number.”

“Okay,” Iris replied, taking out a piece of paper and a pen, “then relay it to me. Slowly.”

“Sure. It’s 816…uh…42…8…?” Morgan’s eyes welled with tears again as she smacked her head. “Come on, I know this! I—!”

“Woah, woah.” Iris pulled Morgan’s hands away from her head. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not!” She cried. “It’s…he’s my father, why can’t I…why don’t…?”

“It’s okay,” Iris repeated softly.

Barry came back in just then, saying, “Caitlin said she can drop by in the morning. And she’s calling Dr. Wells, so don’t worry.”

“It’s not her problem,” Morgan whispered. “It’s not…none of you need to…”

“Hey.” Barry kneeled down beside her, his expression softer than she’d seen it in the past few weeks. “I think maybe once you’re healed up…you and I need to have a talk, huh? An overdue one.”

“What?” He wasn’t making sense. “What kind of…?”

“I think…I think I might’ve been wrong about you,” he admitted. “Really wrong. In a way that hurt you for so long. I just…I just wanna make sure.”

“You should fill me in first,” Iris reminded him sharply.

“Yep,” he agreed, blushing. “I’ll do that first. And then…and then us. Okay, Mo?”

She was definitely hallucinating now. Or dreaming. Or something. Maybe she had a concussion after all, and she’d passed out without realizing and was delirious now. But…but this was a nice moment anyway, wasn’t it? Even if it wasn’t real? “Okay,” she agreed, her voice breaking. “I’d…I’d really like that.”

“Good.” Barry squeezed her hand. “Then let’s get you settled.”

And so they did. As Morgan drifted off to sleep, Barry and Iris sat on either side of the bed, and Morgan clung to Barry’s hand.

“Sleep tight, Mo.” He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

And she believed him. Barry was a terrible liar, and he’d surely be the same way in a hallucination or dream too.

But then…is this real after all?

To clarify a few things:

Concussions can have many symptoms, even far more dangerous ones, though the ones I focused on are delayed reactions, confusion/disorientation, and forgetfulness. Slurred speech is alluded to, but I didn’t focus on writing it as a speech pattern 😅 so she has mild slurred speech (a mild-to-moderate concussion in general tbh). Also forgive me for any inaccuracies, I’ve never had a concussion, this is solely based on me skimming the Mayo Clinic and Cleveland Clinic pages about them. (Also ofc Morgan gets checked over properly by Caitlin the next day, and probably goes to see her pediatrician too)

The person who saved Morgan from that car didn’t actually disappear. It just seemed that way to her

816 is the area code around Kansas City, which is a city in Missouri that borders Kansas. For convenience, that’s where Central City approximately is (it’s canonically at the border anyway)

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YN Ackerman: Dating Jean Kirschtein

Jean Kirschstein featuring the whole AOT gang x Yn Ackerman (Levi Ackerman's sister; she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, kissing 😍

AN: This is a request from @lilacveiledsea! I figured we need a tiny change in fandoms for the day 🥰 also this is kind of modern remix with some of the wording. I can’t and won’t be stopped on my emoji usage 😂

Oh my dearest YN

Dear dear, innocent YN

You precious angel I'm so sorry 🤣

Not only are you related to this 👇🏻

But you are also besties with the chaotic duo known as Hange and Erwin 😃

Thoughts and prayers YN 🙏🏻

Because wow is your life hectic!

Seriously I'm not sure how you do it

You basically wake up and your life is in shambles

"YN WAKE UP!" Hange screams, banging on your door

"It's 4am!" You yell

"Get up YN you're late," your brother shouts

"Late for what?!?! It's 4AM!" You again

"If you have to ask YN then you're already behind," Erwin shouts

You 👉🏻😐 dear god why me?

Life in the scouts is anything but boring for you

Seriously being the baby sister of Levi is a full time job

Mans needs someone to just chill him out Ok ✋🏻

"Levi will you please just calm down," you say exasperated

"YN we have alot to do before the next mission," your brother says

"Yes and we have time so stop running everyone ragged if you expect them to fight off 15 meter titans!" You argue back

Levi 👉🏻😐😑

You 👉🏻😠

Please YN you are the only one (besides Historia) who can talk back to him

Not that he takes you seriously 😒 but still

Not only do you hold major control over Levi but also you are the calm Hange needs

"YN ALL THIS RESEARCH ISNT GOING TO DO ITSELF!" Hange screams

"Yes but it can wait for you to sleep for a few hours," you say, pulling your friend from their station

"YN I'm so close to a breakthrough!" Hange exclaims

"That's great but it can wait for you to take a nap," you say full on grabbing your friend and dragging them from their workshop

Literally YNs job is not to fight titans, it's to babysit the scouts 😅

Even Erwin relys on you to keep him sane

"Alright times up, put the pen down," you say, bursting into your friends chambers

"Just a few more minutes," Erwin says, scribbling on some papers

"No! The timer went off and the pen GOES DOWN!" You say going up to grab the pen from Erwins hands

"Just a few minutes YN," he says quickly pulling it away as you glare 😑

"I swear to god Erwin I will set fire to this entire office if you don't put that pen down right now-" you 😡

Erwin 👉🏻😐 you wouldn't dare....

You 👉🏻 🕯 try me....

The pen goes down as Erwin stands up, moving past you

"You are ridiculous," he says

You 👉🏻😊 🤗

But you see YN, your efforts don't go unnoticed...

Because a certain someone is always watching 👀

Kind of creepy but listen, his intentions are good ok

You see, a certain Scout member just so happens to have a MAJOR crush on you

Literally he's hard-core in love with you YN

Jean has always thought you were perfect and an all around amazing person

He respects everything about you from the way you kill titans to the way you care for your friends and family

You've sort of formed an interesting friendship with Jean

While we all know he can act a bit "childish" we also know he is super reliable and helpful

Hrs always there when you need him 🥰

So much so that you sort of, kind of, develop a teeny TINY crush on the man's

Honestly, do not blame you YN 🥵

But you had always thought Jean liked Mikasa

I mean, would wouldn't be entirely wrong YN but he still had more feelings towards you than anyone else

In fact 👀 he'd often get a little jealous when he say you talking a certain someone

"Hey YN!" Eren would say as you turned and smiled

"Hey Eren! What's up?" You asked

Jean rn 👉🏻 >:(

"Not much just taking a break," Eren would say sitting next to you

As in, RIGHT next to you...

Less than an inch apart 😑

So leave it to our buddy Jean to waltz right up to Eren and tell him off!

"Aren't you suppose to be cleaning Titan boy?" Jean would growl

You 👉🏻👀 🍿

"I'm just taking a break and I thought I'd spend it talking to a pretty girl," Eren said as you blushed heavily

Oof Jean was not impressed in the slightest!

"Maybe YN doesn't want to talk to you? She looks busy," Jean said, bending down in front of Eren and glaring at him

You are still just like 👉🏻😃

"Well if I'm bothering YN she can tell me herself," Eren says back, standing up and facing off with Jean

Alright nows definitely the time to interfere YN

Too bad your big brother has that taken care of

"YEAGER get your ass back to cleaning! KIRSCHTEIN pick up a mop, if you have time to talk you have time to clean!" Levi yelled as you giggled at both men

“YN WHY ARE YOU INCITING A RIOT?!?” Levi yells at you

You 👉🏻 🧍‍♀️literally existing

You see, Levi knows Jean had a crush on you

And he also knows you have a crush on jean 👀

And he doesn’t like it one bit

Jean also knows that Levi knows that he has a crush on you

Phew 😮‍💨 it’s like a game of telephone over here

But Jean isn’t deterred

He does everything and anything to impress you

From finishing his cleaning first to helping you clean to killing 15 meter titans

“Did you see that Yn?” Jean boasts as you smile and nod

“Everyone saw that brat,” Levi says, swinging by and killing two more 15 meters right in front of Jean

Oof-

However Jean just takes that as a challenge to win your brother over

So when your ODM malfunctions as you are swinging through the forest, you panic

“Crap crap!” You scream as you fall

“YN!” Erwin and Hange both shout as they race to get you

Fortunately for you, a knight in shining armor comes to your rescue 💅

That’s right, Jean is there to save the day!

He catches you, carefully swinging to a branch and setting you down

“Are you ok?” He asks as he checks you over intently

“YN!” Hange and Erwin shout as they land next to you

“I’m fine, thanks Jean!” You say as your brother swings by

“YN your lucky there weren’t any titans around or you would have been a goner,” Levi says as you glare

“Well thankfully Jean saved me!” You spit back as your brother rolls his eyes and continues on

Poor Jean isn’t going to get Levi’s approval that easily

Good thing your an independent woman and you don’t need your brothers blessing

So when you get back to base, you confront Jean

“Jean, I just wanted to say thanks for today,” you say, playing with your fingers as he looks at you

Suddenly, you lift your head and your lips graze his softly

Jean rn 👉🏻😐😳

“I like you Jean and I was kind of wondering if maybe…” you say before you are immediately cut off, his lips on yours again

“I like you too YN, a lot actually!” He says as you smile

And everyone lives happily ever after 😌

The end.

Just kidding 🙃

Because one thing about being in the scouts in that you literally have zero alone time

Every time you and Jean think you can be alone, someon interrupts

Once it was Armin, another time Mikasa, then Eren

Literally there is no safe space

Thankfully you manage to find a safe space behind the stables

That is, until 👀

“HOLY CRAP I KNEW IT!” You hear shouting as you and Jean quickly seperate to see Hange and Erwin staring at you

You and Jean 👉🏻😳😳

Erwin and Hange 👉🏻😐😍

“Please please don’t say anything to Levi!” You immediately beg

Hange rn 👉🏻😐😏

“Don’t worry YN, your secret is safe with us,” Erwin says as you sigh in relief

“Thanks commander,” Jean responds as he smiles at you

“You two really like each other huh?” Hange says as you both nod

“You really think Levi would disapprove if you were happy Yn?” Erwin asks

You, Jean and Hange 👉🏻😐 really?

“Ok noted but I really think you should tell him,” Erwin says walking away

Sure, you’ll tell Levi one day

It might be on his deathbed but you’ll eventually tell him right?

Well unfortunately for you, things don’t happen that way

You see, Jean is kind of, well he’s a possessive guy

Literally he gets so jealous and so incredibly easily

So when Eren is innocently flirting with you in the dining hall 👀

“TITAN BOY LEAVE MY GIRLFRIEND ALONE BEFORE I REARRANGE YOUR FACE!” Jean yells as everyone looks at him

Everyone including Levi

“This is fine just don’t make eye contact don’t make eye contact… CRAP,” you think as you accidentally look at your brother who is now glaring at you over his tea

“YN, Kirstein my office NOW!” Levi screams as he stops out

Hange 👉🏻🫡 fair well YN

Jean 👉🏻😃 crap-

You 👉🏻🙏🏻 counting your days

You and Jean enter Levi’s office and sit down

Not only is he sitting at his desk but he’s staring at both of you

“Levi I can explain-”

“It’s not Yn’s fault-”

Levi 👉🏻✋🏻

You and Jean 👉🏻🤐🤐

“I just want to know one thing… why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Levi asks

You and Jean 👉🏻🤨🤨 wait what-

“I knew you two liked each other for a while and I suspected you were dating but I’m just wondering why you wouldn’t tell me?” Levi asks

“I- I just thought you wouldn’t approve,” you say

Levi sighs, “are you happy Yn?”

“Im happy,” Jean says : D

“I didn’t ask you Kirstein! YN?”

You grab Jeans hand and smile, “I am!”

“Ok well that’s all I need,” Levi says, “now get out of here.”

You and Jean stand, quietly moving quickly to the door

“Kirschstein, I’m not done with you yet!” Levi says as Jean gulps

You just smile, turning to kiss you boyfriend

“Thoughts and prayers” ✌🏻

[kenobster]

Echoes of Anakin's own hitched sobs as he said words he hadn't wanted to say hang in the air, toxic and suffocating. They were like seeds that settled beneath Obi-Wan's ribs and sprouted into greedy, carnivorous vines. Before the lyra's taunts, they'd been suffering together. They'd been united. One. And in that moment--when Anakin voiced those words--their agendas split into two separate cords winding like nooses around each other's necks.

Can i ask you about this bit from the last 5PE chapter? This is talking about about the moment Anakin was made to call Obi-Wan a slut. I don't quite understand in what way their agendas split from before. Could you please explain to me what you meant? I'm sure this is a me issue that things are flying over my head. Love the fic but take as much time with yourself as you need. <3

(Literally anyone is allowed to ask me anything about 5PE at any time 😭❤️ I know I have pending asks from like 500 years ago, but I swear, this kind of thing makes me so happy, and I will probably drop everything to answer. And if I ever don't, it's because my brain isn't braining, not because the ask isn't sending me to cloud nine 🥰)

I don't think it's a you issue or that things are flying over your head! I aim for subtlety a lot, which carries the risk of people not understanding, and this was definitely a part that I worried was too subtle. 😅 Anyway, in order to explain it, I'm gonna pull the excerpt from chapter 6 (with some parts bolded for emphasis):

“Tell him that he’s made for this,” the Iyra growls. “Tell him he’s a slut. That he’s good, so good, a better slut than you.” Anakin's cheeks burn. Though his face is strained and covered in slime, Obi-Wan locks eyes with him. “Don’t say that,” he whispers, somehow so calm. “It's not worth it. Don’t you dare say that.” But Anakin can finally admit it. He can finally succumb. Being a Jedi has been one hell of a dream, one podrace of a dream with its twists and its spins and its turns and the wind whipping through his hair and such a boyish thrill to be alive that explosions and malfunctions and murders are all worth it—but dreams are just dreams, and he was forever born a slave.  “Tell him, skug.” Droplets of the creature’s slime rain on Obi-Wan’s forehead, and both of their hands are cuffed, so no one can wipe it off. "Tell him before I get angry. Tell him while I'm letting him breathe." As he stares at the tentacle tightening around his former master's neck, Anakin’s fists tremble uselessly. “You’re made for this,” he whispers in Obi-Wan’s direction. "You—you're a slut." Obi-Wan’s face falls. “Tell him he’s a better whore than you.” Tears trail down Anakin's cheeks, clearing paths of sweat and grime. Obi-Wan is shaking his head. Don't, he mouths with slime-soaked lips, but they’re words, just words, and what does it matter if he says them? “You’re a better whore than me,” Anakin chokes.

In the beginning of the fic and in plain view of Obi-wan, Anakin draws a lot of comfort from fighting their attackers and resisting as much as he can. This chapter 6 scene is the first time Anakin ever submits to one of the attackers ("'You're a better whore than me,'"' Anakin chokes" and "'You're made for this,' he whispers in Obi-Wan's direction. 'You—you're a slut.'"). This hurts him mentally for a couple reasons. For one, it makes him feel trapped in the role of a submissive slave ("he was forever born a slave"). For two, these words clearly matter to him — but in order to be able to say them, he has to lie to himself and claim that they don't matter ("they're words, just words, and what does it matter if he says them?"). This causes him some pretty significant cognitive dissonance.

To a great extent, Obi-Wan recognizes that Anakin will hurt himself if he says these words. And Obi-Wan would rather be choked and slapped and assaulted than allow the Iyra to cause Anakin this psychological injury ("'Don't say that,' [Obi-Wan] whispers, somehow so calm. 'It's not worth it. Don't you dare say that.'" and "Obi-Wan is shaking his head. Don't, he mouths with slime-soaked lips").

So much of this fic is about the choices Obi-Wan and Anakin make for themselves in a situation that restricts their agency — and also about the conflict between those choices. In chapter 6, Obi-Wan's choice is that he doesn't want Anakin to say the words, even if it means being physically hurt. Anakin's choice is that he doesn't want Obi-Wan to be physically hurt, even if it means saying the words.* So, when Anakin makes his choice, Obi-Wan is disappointed and upset and maybe even a little betrayed ("Obi-Wan's face falls").

*It can definitely be argued that Anakin has no choice because the Iyra might kill Obi-Wan, but iirc the two of them acknowledge somewhere that no customer will actually kill them because it will make the owner mad. So Anakin knows the Iyra's threats to kill Obi-Wan are total bluffs. Which means Anakin's decision to say the words is a choice.

In the chapter 10 excerpt from your ask, Anakin is reflecting on the conflict in chapter 6 and its outcome.

Before the lyra's taunts, they'd been suffering together. They'd been united. One.

Prior to the Iyra's assault, Obi-Wan and Anakin reach a resolution on the subject of whether Obi-Wan will allow Anakin to be raped. At this point, their choices are no longer conflicting, and they become a united front. It becomes the two of them versus their attackers.

And in that moment—when Anakin voiced those words—their agendas split into two separate cords winding like nooses around each other's necks.

When Anakin calls Obi-Wan a slut and a whore (despite Obi-Wan's request for him not to), their choices go into conflict again ("their agendas split"). They lose their united front, and it becomes the two of them versus each other instead ("two separate cords"). This — the fact that they're no longer on the same side and that their agency is being restricted not only by the situation, but also by each other — inflicts a feeling of utter hopelessness on them both ("winding like nooses around each other's necks").

This is why Obi-Wan admits he was upset when Anakin called him a whore. Not because he thinks Anakin meant it (he knows Anakin did not), but rather because Anakin chose to go against Obi-Wan's wishes. However, Obi-Wan doesn't blame Anakin because Obi-Wan understands that (1) he was doing the exact same thing by protecting Anakin from rape; and (2) Anakin was in an impossible situation with the Iyra and had very few choices to begin with.

Anyway, thank you so so so very much for the ask! 😍 Hopefully this all makes sense and answers your question!

Sidenote that, while these were my intentions with the scenes, ultimately I leave things subtle because I want people to feel like they can have their own interpretations! The more meaning that can be gleaned from a story, even if unintended, the more rich a story becomes imo.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hm... You know, you often compare yandere Wheezy to Mother Gothel. What if the situation between him and Y/N was something similarly to Mother Gothel and Rapunzel too?

Like maybe you two have known each other your whole lives. Or at least it feels like it (depending on when you guys met. Like high school or childhood or something). So it just felt natural to you when eventually you guys moved in together. It felt like a normal relationship had blossomed between you two. Granted, it was pretty lonely since everyone you get to know seems to leave one way or another... But you got your Wheezy. And he's got you. People say that as long as you have each other, it should be enough.

(And perhaps your Flynn Rider- perhaps a certain green weasel 👀- comes along when Wheezy isn't around for some reason. You get to hang out with somebody that isn't your boyfriend. And you realize how much of this you missed... And a lot more about your relationship.)

!! I cant believe this has taken me so long to respond to 😅😅 Especially since I am minorly obsessed with Gothel-YanWheezy semblance! XD I think I probably saw it during Placement but cuz of everything that was going on I just kindof... flew over it. I'm sorry, here have waffle 🧇

I- love- this! Wheezy keeping you for himself?? Wheezy manipulating his childhood friend into being his girlfriend- live-in fiancé- then wife?!! And Greasy being Y/N's secret flirty friend!???? So terrible and wholesome !

I know this isn't what you were talking about, but I couldn't help myself. Here's basically that scene at the end of Tangled when Rapunzel/Y/N tells Gothel/Wheezy that she'll stay, and be good, and never ever try to escape... so long as she's allowed to save Flynn/Greasy.

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Yandere!Wheezy Weasel x Reader x Greasy Weasel || Drabble

*this Wheezy kinda gives off the same vibes as Otis in this specific gif, so... 😅

Plot: ->

"No! I wont stop. For every minute of the rest of my life, I will fight! I will never stop trying to get away from you! ... But if you let me save him,.. I will go with you. I'll never run, I'll never try to escape. Just let me heal him, and you and I will be together. Forever, just like you want."

Warnings: Greasy has gunshot wounds in his abdomen, gets his fingers crushed, and gets ash in his eyes. Wheezy puts you down and is, yaknow, a monster- Also it's unedited right now.

"Y/N, c'mon." The tone in Wheezy's voice is calm as ever, relaxed, even bored; But the way his teeth are grit despite not having a smoke in his mouth right now and how his knuckles are white gripping the rope wrapped tightly around his strong fist gives him clean away. His eyes flash behind a wall of smoke, down at you- and Greasy. On the ground. "Time to finish up, here. Timeta go. He's not goin' anywhere."

Tears are overflowing in your eyes, on the ground by Greasy- He's still sitting up but he's bleeding out fast, the bullet holes in his stomach turning his green suit a deep red. Almost black. He clutches the wound and glares up at Wheezy, but his eyes soften when they turn down to you again; Noticing you crying over him. "Mi amore... wipe yo- " As soon as Greasy attempts to reach over and comfort you, Wheezy steps lazily on his hand creeping along the ground. Not only does he step down but he slowly crushes the bones before your wide, horrified eyes. Its a small sign of uncharacteristic spitefulness, viciousness that is so unlike him, a side of him you swear you swear you swear you didn't know about. You swear. You want Greasy to know that! You desperately try to tell him that, with your eyes, because Wheezy would surely hurt him worse if you said them outload. "... its okay." He continues, voice cracking through the unimaginable pain. He's somehow still as off-puttingly charming as ever and it makes you wish you weren't so hopelessly blind about Wheezy even harder. God!-

If you had been aware, caught the red flags, noticed everything that Wheezy must have been doing all this time- even just one thing- then you never would have brought Greasy into this, never would have befriended him, never would've ever responded to his dumb cheap flattery. You would have pushed right by him that day you met and he would've felt the sting of rejection but that would have been it. Neither of you would have fallen in as ill-fated love as you have, he wouldn't be bleeding now, he wouldn't die- "Y/N, get up."

... Sniffling, you shake your head. "No, I- Ah!" As soon as you shook your head, Wheezy had rolled his eyes up and yanked at the rope- which is tied to your wrists behind your back.

"Gettin' on my nerves, doll... move your ass."

"No, Wheezy, he'll- " Finally turning and looking at your- at Wheezy, you flash a defiant glare. Theirs a desperate tone in your voice and you wonder why you still think he'll listen. He's not your Wheezy anymore. He's someone else entirely. Why are you still begging him?? "He'll die!" Because you dont have a choice. Greasy will die here.

"Yeah... kinda the point." After heaving a smoky sigh, and not even seeming to notice Greasy's glower up at him (Or not caring), Wheezy flicks the flat of his cap up his forehead and picks a loose smoke out from behind his ear; sticking it between his teeth and searching for his lighter in his pockets. "Sweetheart I think maybe you're not gettin' this." Finding the lighter, Wheezy carefully lights his cigarette; the end glowing, now. "That's alright, I guess," He thinks outloud, giving a tiny and half asses shrug as he folds the smoke and his hand back into his pant pocket. "'ts better if yer dumb."

"I- I'm no- "

"Yeah, y'kinda are." He huffs out a sigh, and dirty, stinky smoke flies out the corners of his mouth. You know he's referring to all those years he played you, and it shuts you up. Maye he's right...

God-

"No. No no no, Y/N, you are no- you are not dumb. Listen to me- ah," Struggling and grimacing, Greasy drags himself with his good hand a few inches closer to you. Then he uses that hand to squeeze his bullet wounds - which, now that you're looking at him again through the tears, have really done a number on him. The bags under his eyes are disgustingly deep... its makes your guts ache. He's going to die here and its all your fault, - and his useless, broken hand to reach for you once again. He never learns!- "You're very intelligent. Don't listen to him, listen to me. Its going to be o- " You're just wondering, wide eyed, how he can still be comforting you right now when Wheezy kicks his hand away, causing Greasy to growl and squeeze his eyes shut, forcing the pain away.

"... Damn. Grease, you really are fucken something. How many times have I toldya over the years just ta keep your hands ta yerself?? If you'd listened to me, we wouldn't be here."

Breathing through the pain, making his voice steady somehow, Greasy cracks his eyes open; Glancing upwards to Wheezy with a disgusting feral look in his eyes. "Mark my words, fumador... I am going to ruin you, for this."

Looking immeasurably bored, shoulders dropped and eyes half-hooded as he takes his smoke out between two of his fingers and blows out a cloud of grey, Wheezy shakes his head. "Ehhh, somehow I doubt it... "

Wheezy looks thoughtful for a moment at his cig, before shrugging like why not? and - without looking at either of you, - taps some hot, dusty ash directly into Greasy's eyes off the end before flicking the rest away to the ground. Greasy hisses and lets go of his abdomen in order to wipe the bloody heels of his hands into eyes to get the burning hot ash out of his eyes as hurriedly get a tissue from your pocket and go to help him, but-

"Uh uh uh," Wheezy wraps the rope a few more times around his hand and his wrist and forces you up onto your feet, digging his fingers into the back of waist band and holding you still. "Come on, lets go."

"No!" The rope around your waist digs through your shirt into your skin and the rope winding up your forearms rub but you fight- try not to move- not to leave- but now that you're on your legs its harder to stay still. Wheezy's tall, and his limbs are long and sinewy and like rock, and so far he hasn't even tried to use that against you.

"Fightin' it's just gonna make it worse, (Nickname). And whether ya believe it or not, I do not get my kicks outta this." Just behind you, you feel him shrug again; against your back. "Jus' not my idea of a Saturday night, I guess. I will hurt ya if y'make me, though."

"Let me- "

"Are you gonna ask me to let ya go??" He sounds genuinely disappointed, groaning, like he's watching a soap and his favourite character did something ill-advised that he disapproves of. He's acting like he's on a job Smartass forced him into! Like he's only half here- have on the back porch smoking a couple packs. Like ruining your life and killing his best friend is just shit that he's 'gotta do'. "C'mon, doll, you're better then tha- "

"Let me save him."

This gives Wheezy pause. You're not facing him so you turn, wanting to see how he's taking that and why he's so silent, catching him looking cold and vicious again. Those blue eyes have never looked icier, and his jaw is set tight, and he has never seemed taller. Right now he's like 30 story skyscraper. You feel so small... until- "Nope."

He tries again to walk off with you but you glance at Greasy, head bowed against the ground and the puddle of his own blood around him, just trying to focus on breathing slowly, and your heart sinks. You know you can't leave him like that. You absolutely can't. You love hi-

Mm. Setting a determined look on your face, you grab Wheezy- yanking back to you by his vest and holding on tight. You need him to look at you, you need him to pay attention. You need him to listen to you.

Once last time. One last time, Wheezy... please, please...

Once, at some point, he must have really loved you in that soft way that you're supposed to love people- where you want them to be happy and want you back- and he has to have a little bit of that left. You have to believe that he does, at least. Because that is the part you need to hear you, right now.

"If you don't let me save him I will be trying to get away from you for the rest of our lives. You will never catch a break. You will never rest. Because the moment you do, I will be out the window trying to get back... to him... " Tightening your grip even more on his vest as Wheezy looks unimpressed, you go on; vanquished and gone of all your fight, all but a little bit. Enough to save Greasy. "... But if you do let me... "

"Nn... Y/N, no- "

When you don't go on, scared of what you're about to say and horrified at Greasy's state, Wheezy narrows his eyes at you to spur you to go on again. Taking a deep breath, you look away from Greasy and give Wheezy a quiet, sincere nod; brushing your foreheads together you're so close. "-If you let me heal him, then we can go together, and I will not try to escape. I will never, ever, leave you... We can fall in love again. I can do that! I will do it." You nod again, assuring you and him. Tears gather in your eyes but they just prove you're telling the truth, so you let them go. "You can have everything you want, we can go wherever you want, I'll be whoever you me to be...

Just let me heal him."

You search his eyes for a full minute, waiting for him to respond. Your tears fall down your cheeks and he watches them go and drip down off your chin onto the collar of your shirt, thinking... until his gaze nudges upwards to your eyes again; chewing something in the back of his mouth. "Fall back in love with me, huh? Y'can do that?"

Sniffling, you carefully nod. "Yes." Or something like love. Something disgusting, but similar. He wont be able to tell the difference.

Wheezy's icy, slate-grey eyes scrutinise you up so close, and you hold your breath- and you hold him, because he's holding all the cards and that's all you can do.

[other-eye]

I GOT TO SEE LORD HURON AND HOZIER!!!! (AND CHRIS STAPLETON AND ELLE KING)

God I love my family sometimes (a lot of times). My brother got me tickets for RailBird. This is a big music festival in Lexington Kentucky and the headliners for the day I was going was Hozier and Chris Stapleton. My favorite band of all time is Lord Huron and my favorite song is The Yawning Grave and I’ve been dreaming of seeing them for years. I’ve listened to Hozier for longer and have had full religious breakdowns to his songs before. I was so excited.

We drove 5.5 hours from the great city of Atlanta to Pineville where my grandparents live and we stayed the night with them. Next morning we made the 2 hour drive to Lexington.

We stayed about a mile from the festival grounds, so we just walked. It rained the entire walk but I was prepared. I wore knee- high rubber boots and a rain jacket. We got in early, so we got some merch, drinks (I don’t drink so I got a Coke and my brother got some whiskey +ginger beer drink) and watched Elle King’s set. I hoped she would play Drunk (And I Don’t Wanna Go Home) but she didn’t, oh well, She did amazing and I loved it.

About ten min before her set ended, we migrated to the stage Lord Huron would be on. I was vibrating with excitement. I forgot which song they opened with but they had this pay phone prop on center stage and it started ringing, the band came out and I’m physically assaulting my brother shaking him like Tyler the Creator to Narduwar in that one video. Ben comes on stage and answers the phone and starts singing Wait by the River. There’s a voice modulator microphone in it so it’s giving his voice that far away echo sound they have in a lot of the songs. My brother and I both were like “that’s so smart oh my god” they played a lot of songs I didn’t expect them to play like Ancient Names Pt 1, La Belle Savauge Le Fleur, and they announced a that they’re working on new stuff and sang one of the songs they’re working on! They played Meet Me in the Woods and I almost cried. Someone came up to me and said “I noticed you singing every song! Is this the band that sings Ends of the Earth?!” And I completely geeked out about it and they asked “do you think they’ll play it!” And I was like “idk I think they might but it’s hard to tell bc they have that newer album long Lost so I think they might play more of that” and we went back to hanging out, then like 2 songs later they start up Ends of the Earth and me and the dude looked at each other like “!!!!!!!!!!”

We noticed the crowd migrating to Hozier about 10 min before the end but we stayed until the last song “Not Dead Yet”. It felt like great end credit music.

We then tried to get fairly close to the stage for Hozier but we got caught in the sardine crowd (when everyone’s so close, you’re touching strangers). My bro and I get really claustrophobic, so I started getting frantic to get out of the crowd and I could tell my younger bro was getting overwhelmed and frustrated, so I told him to hold onto my drawstring and we cut through the ppl like a sewing needle. We went over by the bar and got a great vantage point. Hozier was already on stage and I’m white person dancing to everything. BACK UP EVERYONE I NEED TWIRLING ROOM. When he sang Francesca, I just stood there in complete awe. The ending parts when he sings “I would not change it each time, Heaven is not built for a love like you and I”, I swear tears were going down my face. My brother has written a whole book and the names of the brother main characters are Jackson and Wilford are ofc based on Jackie and Wilson (which he played!!!). I was funkin, bumping, and jiving to De Selby pt 2. I couldn’t hear the name of the woman who sang with him but she was a very pretty black woman with waist long braids and he voice was so deep and smooth that when I heard her start the second verse of Work Song, my jaw dropped and I was absolutely in love (I’m sorry to my boyfriend but I’m sure he’d understand 😅). Her voice reminded me of coffee and velvet and like with Francesca, I just stood there in awe for a while. I’m one of those people at concerts that get fully possessed by the music. He ended with Take Me to Church and I thought about how I was 13 when I first heard him and the 12 years I’ve been wanting to see him, it felt like a great ending of a movie.

My brother and I were also poking fun at the concert goers too. I’d been checking the weather all week and knew it was going to rain and that the fair grounds would be a mud yard, so I told my brother to bring work boots and ofc I wore knee-high rubber boots. It didn’t rain while we were there but it did when we were walking and yep, it was a mud yard. The amount of people wearing flip flops, sandals, crocs, white shoes, and worst of all, HEELS. Who wears heals to a music festival! I was full on dancing in the middle of the mud pit bc I realized it had a clear view to the stage and no one was gonna get in it with me. It was a great time!

This was my brother’s first concert and I’m kind of a concert junkie. I’ve got a list of bands I’ve seen live and bands I want to see. I’ve wanted to take him to see concerts for a while but he never really liked a band enough to see them. Then he snagged those tickets and gave them to me, so obv I had to take him.

Chris Stapleton was beyond anything I expected. I won’t lie, I was there for Hozier and Lord Huron but I wanted to listen to some of Chris. I didn’t expect him to sound almost exactly like his recordings. That man really has musical talent (which I mean I knew, but I didn’t know to what extent). By 10:30, my brother and I were exhausted. We been there since 5:30 and it was bedtime. As we left, someone handed Chris Stapleton their fuckin diploma to sign 😂. And he did.

Probably one of the best festivals I’ve been to!!

[peonierose]

Primrose sounds super intriguing! I suspect it might be a travel fic?? Idk I just get very travel vibes from it lol

And you've got to tell me more about Waffle House! Is it fluffy, is it sweet, is it angsty, the people gotta know lmao!

But peonie, like just wow, i love your WIP titles so much. They just give me "summer, beachy" vibes, with a hint of 2010s nostalgia. Love them all so much!

Mads 💚

Here are little snippets from Primrose and Waffle House 😉 Fyi primrose might be something different than you’d expect. Waffle House so far is pretty fluffy. But it’s in the early stages so it could change 🥰😅

Really? Oh my gosh thank you. I always just go with my gut when it comes to titles 🥰 So you saying you love them means a lot really.

Thank you so much for asking me about my wip 💚

Primrose

Book: Open Heart

Summary: Bryce and Ethan go to a sex dungeon. Bonding over drinks.

Luna knows the owner, Madame Rose, because she did an art piece for her for free. It’s now on full display when you enter the dungeon.

Madame Rose was so happy and thankful she told Lunes she can come and visit the dungeon anytime she wants. Even bring some friends.

Being a dominatrix isn’t just dressing sexy and knowing a thing or two about pleasure. These are people too. Who enjoy this kind of pleasure. Which I respect a lot. We’re all beautiful and unique in our own way. Dressing in leather and being dominant? Why the heck not.

I sigh and stare at my phone. I can practically hear Luna say:

”Call Ethan and ask him to go out for some drinks.“ I grin and take my phone.

I dial Ethans cell thinking 9 pm isn’t too late. Hopefully he didn’t go to bed already. I make myself more comfortable on my bed. It rings and rings. I’m about to hang up when after a couple of seconds I hear a deep frustrated male voice.

“I hope you have a good reason for calling right now Lahela,“ Ethan sounds frustrated.

I hear some rustling and a frustrated female voice in the background. I smile wider.

“Hi Hayley. Did I interrupt your little love fest? Yeah sorry not sorry. Also I feel really touched you recognized my number Ramsey,“ I say grinning against the phone.

“I’d really like to enjoy some time with my wife without you interrupting us,“ he says and I grin again. It’s so easy to get a rise out of him. Though I feel a teensy bit bad for interrupting his sexy times with his wife.

“I can call you back in five minutes. It won’t take you longer than that right?“ I tease Ethan

Waffle House

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Luna Auclair x Ethan Ramsey

Summary: Luna and Bryce spend some time together with their kids at the Waffle House.

Both Kehlani and Alaia let out excited squeals.

”I think it sounds like a great idea babe.“ I say.

Lani turns in her chair and looks up at me with her big brown eyes.

”Why do you say babe, daddy?“

I lean down and kiss the top of Lanis head.

”I say that because I love your mom.“

”Can we say babe too?“

I grin. At the age of three Lani and Rosie are two very curious little girls.

”That’s reserved for me Lani.“

She sighs and Alaia grins at her, which makes Lani smile again.

We switch and I take over to braid Alaia’s hair.

Luna whispers.

”They’re way to assertive. That’s your side of the genes.“

I chuckle.

”Don’t forget good-looking.“ I wink.

”I swear your ego swells every time.“

I laugh hard and cover Lanis ears with my hands. Luna does the same with Rosie.

”You gotta know that I was going to make a dirty joke after what you said.“

Luna rolls her eyes.

”Let me guess. Something else swells too.“

I can’t resist to give her a kiss.

”You know me too well Lunes.“

She grins and winks at me.

[umflowers]

hi! uh just a warning this is fairly nsfw but i don't really know where else i can vent abt this so sorry 😅 you were just kind of the first person who came to mind for telling this bc i don't rlly wanna talk to my friends or whoever about this. anwyays. all nsfw from now on! slight mention of sa btw (sorry!)

so! today i tried to get myself off for the first time in ever, i'm pretty sure. i probably tried to like, search around in that region when i was little? because i was curious as to what's down there but not sure of the language to actually google it, but i don't think that that counts. anyway! i'm just like. ok so i tried two times today technically: in and right after i got out of the shower (maybe like 6pm est? also counting those as the same time because there was a very much negligible gap between them) and about an hour and five-ten minutes ago, bc no one was home other than me and my dog.

first time: i did NAUGHT know what i was doing, anatomy wise. specifically, according the planned parenthood diagram i looked at right right after getting out of the shower (part of the negligible gap), i was going for the urethra. oops. but thanks to the mighty power of planned parenthood, i figured it out! i tried for a little bit, just experimenting, and i'm pretty sure i was getting the hang of it! at least until i had to take my dog out bc he needed to go out. but after that, i was like, THRUMMING with excitement, because well, i was excited! after i got out of the shower, i was playing 'summer' by circadian clock and baethoven, btw. not rlly relevant, just what i had playing before i went to shower, i just felt like mentioning that.

second time: i get everything rlly prepared. i put on agora hills (the doja cat song) to try and set the mood. i lie down, and i try (now with the knowledge of where the clit is), and i STILL can't do it. not even after like, 45 minutes!!!! which is honestly just ridiculous. i get myself wet a couple times, which is nice, because it means that i'm not completely fucking up (how that's the first swear word in this i have no idea but 🤷‍♂️ we move), but it's still annoying because i kept on drying up after a certain point!!! which is just soooo annoying and i'm just. it didn't WORK is my problem. like, i tried to use spit to get it going a little, but that barely worked bc i kept on having to do it, and again, I KEPT ON LOSING THE FRICKING CLIT!!!!! is it the curse of being a boy (tboy for clarification) that's making this not work?? when i ended up a boy in a girl's body, did god just say "oh well i'll just make it impossible for you to find the clit so you can have at least one part of the boy experience" ?!?!?!?!?!! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!!!!! this might also be my punishment for not paying attention to sex ed, but in my defense i was shown porn in fourth grade because my ex bff's older sister forgot to clear her browsing history and i immediately became SUPER sex repulsed (having to lie about it to my parents, the weird shame that came with it being interesting, religion, and the fact that i'm pretty sure it was one of those stepsis/stepbro things where the guy was basically assaulting the girl did NOT help imo) and decided i would never do any of that stuff ever and thus did not need sex ed so. well that's besides the point! i think i'm just mad that i can't even get myself off. i'll admit the music kind of helped, but not really all that much, and i wasn't sure what to do with anything, and i DID try to imagine stuff but nothing actually WORKED which was really annoying and yeah. rant over. thanks!!1

hello nonnie! well first off, strange as it may sound, i'm touched that you thought of me to rant to about this bc i always hope i make people feel safe to talk about things 💜 secondly, anything i say is just my personal insights, bc i have no medical training and am def not qualified to teach sex ed :p going through everything you said, it may be a combination of things? firstly, it's great that you found some music that was helping! but if i may ask, were you trying to make everything perfect to the extent that you built up masturbating into this big thing in your head and that stressed you out about it? cuz stress and anxiety can make it hard to orgasm. if so, it's okay to be excited about trying! but maybe give yourself just a bit of a cooling off period and try to relax about giving it another try and come to just see it as a fun new thing c: masturbation can be as much about learning your body and what it and you like as it is about reaching the finish line secondly, do you happen to be neurodivergent, especially if you have adhd? i personally have a really hard time achieving orgasm (like. my husband and our [female] fwb were laughing about 'punching in for their shift' when we had a threesome bc she cums really easily, meanwhile they're like taking turns as their arms got tired trying to get me there once lol) for a variety of reasons, but one of those is in fact that i have a hard time focusing due to adhd. it's not bc i'm not enjoying myself or anything like that, but just like in all other situations in life my mind just drifts, so i've learned to kind of guide myself back and make sure i'm in the moment as a side-note to that, do you have chronic pain? often those of us who do are constantly cataloging what hurts, how badly, and why, and that can be super distracting. d'you know how many orgasms have been killed for me by my hip or calf or thigh or ass cheek or neck cramping oml x_x; so if you have chronic pain, wait for your body to be in a place where it can take some tensing muscles and you don't have to focus so hard on that

as for the anatomy, i'm glad planned parenthood once again came to the rescue! there are a lot of people who didn't get the education they deserved on their own anatomy, so that's nothing to be ashamed of <3 i used to just rub at the lips and be like 'c'monnn, do something' lol. as for losing your clit, belieeeeve me i understand. clits come in all different sizes and also swell as you get more turned on, plus if you start getting really wet that thing is like a little slip 'n' slide. one thing i found that helped was getting a hitachi wand-style vibrator, cuz the vibrating head is big, so good fuckin' luck ducking out from under that thing, clit. but also, gauge your own sensitivity bc those wands are usually pretty powerful and can be overwhelming to some people, especially when you're new to masturbating. you can start smaller, too. there are any number of sites to buy sex toys from, but the one i personally use is adam & eve (https://www.adameve.com/). try poking around on there if you like and getting a feel for what clitoral vibrators are available and what you think might work for you, if that's of interest ^^ i would definitely recommend not trying in or right after you get out of the shower - i know shower sex gets shown in movies and porn a lot, but having tried it? in practice it actually tends to dry a vagina out bc it washes away our natural lube. and also! lube! lube is your friend. even if you're not doing anything penetrative, a little dollop on the clit goes a long way to making anything you're doing feel way better. water-based lube (which a lot of lubricants are) is usually better than oil-based, and remember to never use oil-based lube with a sex toy bc it wears down the surface of the toy. as for the trauma when you were young, i'm so sorry you had to experience that :c i understand religious sexual oppression and the lingering effects it can have, as well as sexual trauma, believe me. it's possible that that's also contributing to why you couldn't orgasm, but that's also nothing to be ashamed of. it's okay to react to things, especially when you're a kid and you don't even really understand what you're experiencing. also, and you certainly don't need to tell me if you're not comfortable, but being trans, do you have any dysphoria regarding your genitals? i've known trans people across the spectrum with this, from being able to masturbate without any problem to being unable to clean up in the restroom without it affecting them mentally, and it's all valid. if you do, that of course can also affect how much you enjoy masturbating.

as for having a hard time picturing things, ooooh my god i get it. i have aphantasia, so i have a hard time picturing anything in my head, and i'm also an auralist so i'm more turned on by sound than sight, anyway. if you're unable to or uncomfortable with watching porn, you could try audio porn if it would appeal to you? there are people who just either improv or read prepared scripts, and it's only audio. you can find any number of kinks, accents, gender pairings, etc. my go-to for it is actually a subreddit called gone wild audio. all in all i'd say, wait until you know you'll have a decent amount of time to yourself so you don't have to worry about someone walking in. take the pup for a walk first if they're anywhere near due for one (and please give them a pat for me!) and just try to relax and see it as enjoyable, not something that you have to figure out or be perfect at right away. it's easier to orgasm the more you're enoying yourself, and trying to race to the finish line ends up being stressful. get some lube (i swear by astroglide, but it can be pricey and there are perfectly good cheaper options!) and, if you're able and want to, some kind of vibrator and see what that does for you, then go from there and build on your knowledge of what you enjoy (: good luck! you're always welcome to send another ask or message me if you like 💜

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I love your series about the Stoll borthers! You said you had Jason and the Victor twins written? If you don't mind sharing, can we see some of it? 👀👉👈

Aww thank you!! I’m glad you like it! 🥰 as for sharing I don’t mind but they're severely under-finished and not spell-checked yet 😅 I'll just put in Harley and Sherman and Valentina in too since they're also semi-written. I swear I do have canon characters in the work 😭 It's just I get writer's block extremely easily and don't know how to progress the fic in a fashion that makes sense so they just sit there.

Jason

Barely a memory. Most likely a dream.

Jason doesn’t really remember much of his childhood like all children do much less how he survives the journey to Camp Jupiter as a stumbling two year old. He must have. No way Lupa showed him any semblance of leniency. All those in the legion (or a select and loud few?) says he must have survived purely on luck. Some thinks he cheated, had the favor of the gods or something, even though Lupa won’t hesitate to end the trial right then and there if there are signs he’s being aided. Lupa had trained her demigods in all they needed to survive. Any outside help means you’re weak and unfit. They all know this. Some thinks his powers just hard carry him. And they might be right. But when he was two years old? Did his powers manifested that young?

He doesn’t remember. He might never remember. And the one person who can tell him, Lupa, probably won’t ever do so. 

But there’s vague memories if he thinks hard enough, if he tries long enough to remember. 

A mother with hordes and hordes of broken promises.

A sister who does too much, tries so hard, who loves him more than anyone. 

But he does remember a person. 

A man? A woman? A kid barely older than himself? He can’t picture them all too well. 

But he does remember wings. Soft and a vibrant green, fluttering rapidly like a hummingbird on a pair of beach sandals.

He remembers a gentle laugh and a hand ruffling his hair as he tries to grab a fistful of those feathers.

He remembers a smile, lopsided and warm. 

A little mischievous too. And sad. And strained. 

And he remembers their words, their voice carefully and calculatingly airy. 

“Can’t believe you’re going through this so young. Wish I could help but Lupa will get mad if I interfere too much. Oh. Don’t tattle on me to her. She’ll rip my head off for this. But I can’t help it.

Only the strong survive, you know? That’s what Lupa says all~ the time even though there’s no such thing as a strong two year old. The wolf is kinda out of the times. You’ll see. You’ll learn. She’ll teach you all you need to learn to make it to Camp Jupiter if she deems you worthy. 

You're special, aren’t you? I can tell. There’s Jove’s blood running through your veins and you know what Jupiter reigns over? What the heck am I saying? You have absolutely no idea what’s going on. I can’t help with the whole lightning powers you’ll inevitably get. But I can help with this.” 

He vaguely remembers being picked up.

And he vaguely remembers a beautiful horizon, a 

Then he’s being dropped.

He’s falling.

Someone catch him, green wings beating fast on a hat 

They laugh. A joyous thing. 

Or maybe he’s remembering it all wrong and that man/woman/being was actually Peter Pan and he’s confusing reality with a movie he saw as an impressionable child when he lived in foster care 

January 2010

When he’s not doing his best to help Leo build Argo II (which is very limited, he doesn’t know all too much about building ships, not does he know much about flying ships and much much less about a ship made of a sentient dragon flying… dragon ships) or hanging out with Piper or participating in Camp Half Blood’s admittedly very fun and very cool activities, Jason likes to spend his time roving through Jupiter’s Cabin treasure trove of books. 

They’re all of his father and his many deeds of course. How he birthed Athena from a headache after swallowing his lover. How he birthed Dionysus from his calf and had the child hidden from his wife Hera. How he slew Trophius with Nike by his side after all the Olympians ran in fear. 

And how he gave Hermes his iconic winged sandals and helmet that makes the Messenger God so heralded for his speed. 

Jason stares at the pictures for a moment, finger tracing the printed image of the vase. His other hand tingles with the slightest electricity as a gust of air whoosh through his cabin. 

An image pops in his head. 

A curious pondering, an aching wonder, almost a yearning, but the problem soon presents itself.

Jason doesn’t really know any children of Mercury or Hermes closely to ask this personal question he has. Is it personal? It could be if it pertains to their body parts. 

Any children of Mercury are out of the question right now. They’re too far away and by the time he does make it to Camp Jupiter, there will be more pressing matters. 

The only children of Hermes he knows are Travis and Connor. They’re fellow head counselors of their respective cabins. Granted, he doesn’t do the typical duties of herding any siblings, but they do share responsibilities such as attending war meetings. 

They wouldn’t mind if he asked, right? 

They’re pretty nice people from what he remembers. Granted he hasn’t talked much with them other than an occasional hello. And they are more mischievous than the finance-focused children of Mercury back at his Camp. But underneath their jovial exteriors, they’re seasoned warriors. 

Joke around as much as they like, Jason can spot a fighter when he sees one. 

And a fighter usually means they have a lot of arsenal in their sleeves whether it be godly abilities or magical items. 

It’s settled. 

He’s asking. 

At free time, he spots Travis and Connor Stoll lounging  to 

Add:

Jason catches them trying to leave the camp to visit cerberus

Monsters attack

A flying monster take connor into the air. Jason goes after it. 

drops connor after jason attacked 

Jason zooms towards connor intending to catch him and goes pass him when he grows a pair of wings.

Went to olympus

Drains a lot of energy to have wings

Jason end up havig to pay for a cart and roll them back to camp. 

Okay but can you guys shadow travle? Because of How Mercury can go to the underworld whever he pleases, do you guys have any of underworldly abilities?

They share a glance and Jason knows they’re not telling the truth. 

Uh… no. 

Then how about teleportation? I know children of Ceres can use trees to teleport from place to place. 

And what will we use? Stop lights? Street signs? 

I was thinking more like the little pile of rocks hikers used to signal the right path, but street signs work too.

Holly and Laurel- Better Than You

Holly is weak. She cries too much. At the slightest pain. At the slightest inconvenience. 

In this dog eat dog world, the weak get pushed around. 

That’s why she’s better than her sister. 

That’s why she’ll carry the mantle of the oldest. She’s a better protector than Holly will ever be. 

“Stop crying already,” she snaps even though the pain is unbearable. She’s about to cry too but there’s still danger around. The monster is spitting at them, globs of it flying above their heads and landing inches from them. They sizzle and corrode the asphalt. They’re still in trouble. And crying now will do them no good.

“Because it hurts, you asshole!” Holly hisses as she curls her arm close to her body and sobs. And it should hurt. Her arm is hanging by threads, the claw nearly amputating her twin sister’s arm clean right off. And her own arm isn’t any better. Laurel hugs her own wounded arm close to her body and blinks back the tears, slows down her breathing, fights back her own sobs. 

“We need to get out of here,” Laurel says shakily, daring to look over the garbage truck they’re hiding behind. She whips back before the spit can hit her. 

But Holly just continues to sob and sob and sob and says it hurts, it hurts, it hurts over and over and over. 

“Get it together, Holly,” Laurel snarls but Holly isn’t listening to her, still clutching her arm and fuck. Fuck.

The monster is slithering closer and closer. 

It’s blocking their only exit from this narrow alleyway. There’s no manhole they can dive into. No fire ladder they can climb up to. 

There’s no escape.

They have to fight.

But she can’t fight alone. 

And it’s not because she’ll lose. Not because she’ll die. And if she dies, then who will protect Holly? How will Holly get out of this? 

Holly is still crying and Laurel says the one that will snap her out of it, grabbing her sister by the shoulder and forcibly making her look at her. Laurel forces a smug smile on her face. 

“Bet my arm is in worse shape than yours, you crybaby.”

And the tears stop just like that. 

Holly’s eyes snap to hers and they’re a thunderstorm, enraged and tumultuous. 

Laurel is weak. She freezes in danger. She stares at it coming. And does nothing but fall on her butt.

In a dog eat dog world, the weak get left behind. 

That’s why she’s better than her sister. 

She’ll take the mantle of the oldest. She’s a better protector than Laurel will ever be. 

“Move, Laurel!” Holly screams as the bull comes charging towards them, she herself already safe and sound midway up the fire escape. 

But her sister is transfixed by the mechanical monster racing towards her, metal horns the size of a car, body the size of a truck. 

“MOVE!” she shrieks. 

But Laurel isn’t moving. The monster is going to flatten her twin and Holly won’t be able to have someone to race with, someone to squabble with, someone to watch her back when it’s her turn to sleep, someone who’ll keep her going, who gives her a reason to wake up in the morning, and to not give up on life. 

Unbelievable, you’re unbelievable! 

But there’s no time to say that. 

Without thinking, she jumps from the fire escape and in front of the monster’s path with nothing but the rainstick they stole a while back. She’s not thinking when she starts running towards the monster nor was she thinking when she uses the rainstick as a pole to vault herself up and out of the monster’s way. She lands perfectly on the metal monster’s back and without hesitation, uses the rainstick to steer the bull away from her sister and into a wall. 

She backflips away before the moment of impact. 

Just in time too because the wall comes crashing and crumbling down on top of the bull. She would have been caught in the rubble too. 

But she made it out alive.

She made it out okay.

What the fuck. She never did anything as crazy as that. 

“Bet you can’t do that!” she half-laughs, half-cries, not believing it herself either as she falls down on her butt beside her twin — still motionless, still frozen in space. 

And just like that, Laurel snaps out of it, jaw clenching shut with an audible crack, her twin whirring to face her with a dangerous gleam in her eye.

Sherman — School

September 2007

Sherman has many regrets in life.

Not asking that girl out two years ago when his life was still whole and normal. 

Not taking piano classes more seriously because all his cousins know the piano and his mom refuses to have the one child in the family who knows zero instruments. 

Not apologizing to the girl he socked in the face for making fun of his mediocre English when he was 7 years old and still learning the horrible language that is English. 

Not listening to his mom about limiting his phone usage because well… all his friends have phones and the fact they can text each other? The fact it's instantaneous and so, so, so fast? Plus the buttons have these little haptics and noises that make his brain happy? How can he not?

Yeah. 

He has many regrets in life.

His biggest was not saving his mom from being killed by the hellhounds.

Probably second in line is agreeing to becoming a ‘yearrounder’ or whatever they call it to the long list of regrets he has. He should have just gone back to bunkering down in his house like he’d been doing before Norman the Satyr found him and convinced him to come to camp. 

You’ll have shelter. They’ll train you. There’s food too. Plus friends. It’ll be a blast! Norman had told him. 

See, he just figured he can relax in Camp Half Blood. Have some time to cool down and figure out his life. Maybe live life on easy mode with free food for a while after the hell he just went through. But no. 

No.

He has to go through the hell that is homeschooling. 

“It’s not that bad,” Malcolm tells him. 

“It’s tailored specifically to each of us,” Connor adds.

“It’s basically always having a one-on-one tutor. Beats having to go to a nearby public school,” Travis says. “Plus this way, we can all spend more time together after classes!”

“The nymphs and dryads and naiads are nice teachers. And Chiron makes his lessons super, super interesting!” Miranda coos with a little spin that’s adorable. 

In order to still prepare them for life in the mortal world, yearrounders still take classes like how they would if they had a home to go back to. New yearrounders take an assessment test to see where they are in the basics then a personal plan is created for them with extra coursework tacked on if they’re behind on subjects students their age should know. 

Well, even without taking the test, he knows he’s behind. By 6 months, at least. 

He hasn’t exactly been studying during those times he stayed inside and did nothing but hid. 

“It’s going to be fine,” Silena comforts him.

“None of us will judge if you score poorly. Sometimes shit happens and school gets put on the backburner,” Beckendorf consoles.

“I know a hymn to calm your nerves if you have test anxiety,” Will offers. 

They’re all too nice. If they were a bit meaner — like Michael — then maybe he knows what to say. Maybe he wouldn’t just nod silently and wait gloomily for Chiron to call him into the conference room. 

Turns out it wasn’t that bad.

He was overthinking the whole thing. 

The test was remarkably easy and simple. Sure, he failed the greek mythology portion. And his English is mediocre. But the core? Mathematics, Science? He aced those. 

He has to start from the bottom up when it comes to the greek myth. So he’ll be taking extra classes after everybody has already finished up. So rather than getting out of ‘school’ at 2 pm like the other yearrounders, he’ll be done at 4 pm. Not too bad. Two hours of free time to do whatever he likes before dinner. 

And the classes aren’t particularly too hard. 

What is hard is the utter and extreme boredom of what to do after classes.

“I can show you the forge,” Beckendorf says. 

“We can practice riding the pegasi,” Silena says. 

“Hymns,” Will says.

“Do all of the above and bother everybody,” Travis and Connor 

“Congratulations! Miranda, daughter of Demeter.”

“Demeter? Isn’t that the goddess that starved the world when her daughter Persephone was kidnapped by Hades? Kind of genocidal and an overreaction, isn’t it?”

“I guess so. But you know, back then, women didn't have a voice. So Demeter fought back in a way that’ll be heard. And to have a mother who’ll grieve so much, who loves you so much, that you being taken from her and her wishes to bring you back were ignored, will make the whole world to suffer… I don’t think it’s an overreaction. Besides, to have a parent who will care for you, who will fight for you. That’s all I want, to be honest.” 

There’s something wrong with his new friends. 

All of them. Every single one here has issues. 

Though he’s not better so whose he to judge? 

Sherman - Words

His mom dying before his eyes taught him all he needed to know. 

Life is fragile. People die. Big deal. It is a big deal. It’s just a part of their miserly life that the people they love die before their eyes. Who cares? I care. Grow up. Get over it. You have to get over it.

But Michael apparently hasn’t gone through the same life lesson. (lucky) 

Lee is dead. Died pushing Michael aside to take the hit for him. 

Yes. It sucks. Yes. It hurts. 

But Michael has dozens of friends he has to cover for. He has his half-siblings he needs to protect. He has his own life he has to persevere. 

So why is Michael just sitting there frozen? Why isn’t Michael getting up and moving? Why isn’t Michael aware that the giant that just killed Lee is about to kill him too?

Why is he the only one seeing this? (The giant flicks his club, blood and brain matter splatter the ground.) 

Someone better save Michael because Sherman is busy with his own battle with this dracanae. (Michael is still unmoving, eyes on Lee’s unmoving body.)

Percy? Annabeth? Chiron? Busy. They’re all busy. Well, Michael can save himself. He’s unbeatable with his bow. And look, he has a bow. So he’ll be fine. (“Get up,” Sherman whispers, chest heaving as he stabs the dracanae in the stomach with his celestial sword and shifts his attention to his friend.) 

But Michael’s eyes are wide and broken and lost. His hand is nowhere near his bow, stranded a few feet away. He’s not moving towards it. Michael still isn’t unaware of the giant about to send him to his grave. 

No one is going to save Michael and Michael isn’t going to save himself. 

Fuck. Fuck it. Fine. Fine.

“Get up!” Sherman yells as he hurls himself in between the club and Michael with a bronze shield.

The club slams down and Sherman howls as his knees buckle and he crumbles to his shin. It’s a miracle how his arms haven't folded yet. There’s a bright red light shining above him, bathing him in the color of roses. He hears someone quickly congratulating him on being claimed. But that’s neither here nor there. It’s taking all he has to not pass out. 

“Get up, Michael!” Sherman screams again as the club swings down again. His arm screams too in protest at this abuse. The giant is sneering at him, looking down at him as he pauses his assault. Thank god for this giant idiot and his equally sized giant ego. The sick bastard probably wants him to suffer. He’ll take it though. He’ll take whatever seconds he’s given to make Michael come to his senses. 

“I…I … But Lee…” Michael stammers and a hand reaches pathetically for his half-brother. His dead and now worthless half-brother. 

“Doesn’t matter! Get it together,” Sherman screeches, and he cries as the third slam breaks his arm and shoulder. He grits his teeth, bites back the tears, supports the shield with his good arm, and yells over his better shoulder, “Fight! Fight until this battle is done. Fight until they’re all dead. You can cry when it’s all over.” 

But Michael still isn’t moving and Sherman wants to cry at the burning stabbing in his arms and the futility of this. He should get away from here. Michael is a lost cause. No point in both of them dying. But his feet remain planted. He can’t make himself move. Maybe he’s just as weak as Michael. And isn’t that a kicker? Looks like he learned nothing then. He’s still that same scared, disobedient child. Sherman makes himself grin, makes himself stare at the giant in the eye. He’s been told he looks scary and unhinged. God, he hopes monsters think so too and hesitate killing him. He needs more time to figure something out to save Michael. 

But before the club can slam down on him again, a blur of orange blitzes pass him and behind the giant, a sword slicing the giant’s heel and back of knee. In a loud heap, the giant collapses. But before his savior can deal the final blow with a stab into the neck, the giant roars and swings his club in a wide arc. 

Connor Stoll curses and jumps back to stand beside him.

There’s blood on Connor, on his arm and on his armor and his knees. The guy is panting for once too as he whips around to Michael, blue eyes with a wild, panicky tinge, red-rimmed and puffy too. Like he had just been crying.

“What happened?!” Connor asks, voice cracking, “What the fuck are you two doing just sitting and playing chicken with the—”

Connor’s words stutter to a stop. He must have seen Lee’s body. Sherman wouldn’t know. He’s too busy not trying to pass out from the pain of his broken arm. Arms? Maybe a leg too? He doesn’t know. But a giant really does pack one heck of a hit. 

Connor laughs after a moment. It sounds like a cry too, broken and cracking at the seams. Unlike Michael, Connor clearly has no problem with moving as his hand tightens on his sword. 

“You have got to be kidding me,” Connor says and yeah. Connor is definitely crying. “You have got to be kidding me!”

The giant is back on his feet, ankles healed, but Connor is a blur again, slicing swallow cuts on the Giant, probably enough to only sting but not end it. After this, if they make it out alive, he needs to commit to getting Travis and Connor onto a body-building plan. 

Connor comes back to his side, panting heavier. 

“I can’t beat him myself,” Connor admits, “Can you finish it if I make an opening?”

But Connor must have finally taken in his condition and the son of Hermes looks back at Michael. “Mike, if I make an opening, can you shoot an arrow into the giant’s eye?”

Michael is still transfixed on Lee’s body. 

“Come on, Michael. This is embarrassing. I have to save you twice in one day?” Connor says. It’s supposed to be a joke, Sherman thinks. But the terror in Connor’s voice makes it too high-pitched, too stressed, for that relaxed tone. And Connor should be scared. Sherman is about to pass out from the pain. Michael is utterly useless. To cover two deadweight demigods? Sherman wouldn’t want to be in Connor’s shoes either. He should help him out at the least. 

“I’ll do it. But I need a big opening. And don’t count on me actually succeeding. My arm is shot,” Sherman gasps. And attempts to get to his feet. But his leg is definitely broken. And his attempt of standing results in him falling onto his side completely. Damn it. The force of the Giant’s club probably burst a couple organs as the shock is distributed throughout his body. 

What a shitty way to go, Sherman thinks.

Before he can hit the ground though, a hand catches him by the shoulder and he’s cradled against a chest as he’s laid gently on the ground. 

“How about we play a game?” Travis announces above him, hands warm with fresh blood, his eyes just as wide and wild as Connor. “Each time we save Michael’s butt, we get a point. The one with the most points wins. Sherman has 3. Connor has 2. Bet I can get more though compared to you two.” 

Sneaky bastard. 

“Wait, this…isn’t fair. I can’t move,” Sherman wheezes and he grabs Travis’s slippery wrist. Slippery? Sherman looks and it’s coated with blood. Who’s blood is this? Definitely not Travis’s. Well, Travis is fine. Sherman can think about it later and continue to wheeze, “I… need you to postpone this until… I’m at the top of my game.”

Travis has the audacity to smirk at him. “No can do, Sherman. But tell you what, this game lasts for life so you can play catch up after you get better.”

And Connor is quickly catching on to the plan, taunting with a desperate gleam in his eye, “I bet I can get into the tens right now. None of you guys will ever catch up.”

An arrow flies between them and lands in the giant’s eye. In a poof of dust, the giant is gone. Sherman grins. Connor sighs in relief and Travis laughs. 

Michael, a sniffling mess, but now armed with his bow and standing, stomps his way over to the three of them. 

“You guys… are such… assholes,” Michael chokes out in between his tears. 

That’s the last thing he sees, Michael’s back with his bow pulled taunt, before he passes out. 

Harley — Protect 

Harley (8) - Connor (16) 

February 2011

Camp is awesome. It’s more awesome during the summer when everybody is here and the cabin is full. But it’s also pretty fun after summer too. He has so many big sisters and brothers who watch out for him. And they all let him get away with whatever he wants! It’s great! 

Will and Nico are like his parents. They bicker a lot, but they also watch each other's backs. Nico gets him McDonald’s whenever he goes out and Will gives him extra smiley stickers whenever he visits. 

Kayla is so nice. Even though he’s not good during the archery lessons, she doesn’t roll his eyes at him or send him away. 

Austin is also super nice. He’s super patient showing him how to play the piano. Austin is also super talented when he 

Sherman isn’t as nice as Nico and Apollo's cabin but Sherman lets him ride on his shoulders sometimes. 

Miranda is Sherman’s girlfriend and she’s

Malcolm is hard to understand sometimes, especially when he starts using big words, but Malcolm is super smart and helps him with his homework all the time. He’s really good at making his homework relate to his creations!

Damien, Valentina, Chiauri, Paolo, and Billie are nice to him but they don’t really talk much together. Same with Julia, Alice, Cecil, and Ellis. 

Holly and Laurel are the funnest. They always do their very best in all his courses. They put their all into it. They ask him to make his projects bigger and bigger even when the others tell him he needs to put a lid on it. 

Nyssa, his sister, is the best one though. She helps him make his projects. She sings him lullabies when he wakes up from a nightmare. She tosses him ideas when he’s stuck. He helps her put stickers on the ceiling and the roof of the cabin. 

But out of all of them, Connor has the best stories. He knows almost everything since he’s been at camp for so long. He even came to camp when he was younger than him! Even stuff that Nyssa has no clue on, Connor knows. Like how Percy was like back before he became a hero or how Annabeth was when she was his age or even who Beckendorf is. Nyssa came to camp after Beckendorf died so she doesn’t know who he is. But his brother Jake does and Jake would get this sad face whenever he talks about Beckendorf and his voice starts wavering like he’s about to cry. 

Harley hates making his family sad so he never asks Jake, but Connor doesn’t have the same sad smile as Jake. He makes a weird face. Harley can’t exactly describe what kind of face, but it’s not as sad as Jake and it’s not angry too. 

Nyssa says Connor hides his sadness better than Jake does, but Harley doesn’t understand that. Connor never seems bothered by anything. Especially when Connor tells his stories with a grin. Jake didn’t smile at all when Harley asked about Beckendorf. So Connor’s alright with it, right? Connor is okay with him asking? 

Oh. That's another thing. Connor teaches him cool stuff like breaking into locks. Nobody else teaches him stuff like that. They all say it’s ‘unappropriate’ and a ‘waste of time’. 

Mostly it’s Sherman saying it’s a waste of time. Why break into something when you can smash it? 

“You’re the most talented 8 year old I know,” Connor says with his big grin, “When I was 8, I mostly made smoke bombs to annoy Annabeth with.” 

“What was like? Back then? Was Percy always super cool and awesome? Was Annabeth 

Valentina — Dating

Austin said Connor is sad and a bit down because Travis is gone.

The solution? The perfect solution with absolutely no holes whatsoever? The solution that will not only help Connor but also help her because there will be no pesky son of Hermes stopping her from raiding the inventory?

Get Connor a romantic partner.

(“That’s a horrible plan,” Chiaura tells her.

“Yeah. But there’s nothing else to do here. So let’s do it,” Damian says, rubbing his hands together menacinglg.)

Easier said than done though.

The dating pool here is abhorrent. 

Austin is too young. Will and Nico are a couple and so is Miranda and Sherman. Damien and Chiaura like each other. Kayla doesn’t see Connor that way. Holly and Laurel are too occupied with each other to focus on anything else. The many dryards and nymphs of this camp see Connor as nothing more than a younger brother, having watched him grow up since he was six-years-old. 

Which only leaves Malcolm, Paolo, and herself if she excludes all mythological beings. 

She’s off the table because she hates Connor with a burning passion. He’s soooo annoying. Bossy too! They’re definitely not compatible. 

And Paolo is hers. They’re going to date and get married and have two kids and get a house in the beautiful suburbs of California. 

So that only leaves Malcolm. 

Malcolm has to be the one for Connor! They’re about the same age. They have similar interests. They have similar experiences. 

They’re perfect for each other! 

It’s settled.

Operation Romance can begin. 

add:

A dance

Fake dinner date

Malcolm tells valentina it’s not going to happen and to stop

Katie asks valentina to help her get along with travis and connor again after they fought

Misunderstanding, V thinks Katie wants to date one of them. 

[punkscowardschampions]

Group chat & Cali & Marly & Barly

Ali: [send them 🎃 pics lol like getting in the spirit here]

Ali: Carving suggestions welcome

Ronan: Eye holes and a mouth so I don’t need no costume ‘cept for that’d be grand

Ali: A bold look, I like it

Bartley: Don’t need no girlfriend neither, sounds like

Ronan: Ah well, you’d be knowing more about keeping yourself single, like

Carly: 💪🥊🤕 talk there

Carly: fake 🩸🩸 only, don’t u know?

Bartley: Be him who’s primary concern in a costume is covering that ugly mug 🤷‍♂️

Moses: But sure none of yous are going to look as good as me anyway so I wouldn’t fight about it

Ronan: Give over, I don’t know what to go as and it’s the day of is my concern

Carly: i’ll help you ro ro, bring yourself on over for some ❤️🎨✨🧡🧵💚💄🖤

Ali: Why would you leave it so late, boy? Tut tut

Moses: I got mine from that proper place on [some street, giving those pop-up seasonal shops you get because it’s a city so it’s believable energy] girl on the till was very helpful, I’ve invited her along

Ronan: Have I time to go down? Might be taking you up on your offer instead, Carls

Johnny: I can take you if you’re ready to be going now

Bartley: Well I want a proper costume if you’re all having one, fuck’s sake

Johnny: Come on then, I’ve not got all day

Bartley: Tell Ro, carrying on with ❤️🎨✨🧡🧵💚💄🖤

Johnny: I’m telling you both

Ronan: Sorry, sorry! 

Moses: Her name was [something it blatantly was not lmao, good guess though] so pick any other nametag, right lads

Carly: her name’s [what it actually is, because believable you’ve also been there and had a look even if you didn’t buy anything lol, and this gal befriends peeps wherever she can, god bless her], lads

Moses: Alright you little stalker, ‘tis the season, I suppose

Ali: Really shouldn’t put the nametag in such a distracting place, like… 

Carly: 😅 they should pay the poor girl more

Moses: She would’ve paid me to stay and brighten up the rest of her boring day

Moses: What are you two after wearing then?

Carly: sure im after wearing whatever’ll save her 🌚🌟🌜 now shes not had a v grand day

Moses: Still after being a massive dyke since we stopped hanging out, is it? 

Carly: since when are we calling it hanging out, boy?

Moses: Go on, what would you call it, I’m intrigued

Carly: I’d call it fucking as thats what it were & none of us are meant to be 👶 no more but aw thats sweet so it is, you trying to talk nicer for [the costume girl]

Moses: I’ve always talked nice enough for the both of us, make up for that lack of imagination

Carly: k yea you keep on imagining me how u want youve always done that too 💙

Moses: Ah you’re hoping, trouble

Ali: Your dire flirting has killed the convo yet again, Moses but I can’t offer to tell you my costume to revive it, no spoilers

Carly: nor me as you’re being a gobshite as per 

Moses: 💔💔

Moses: I’m the only one here whilst they’re playing dress-up

Carly: but not the only option ever 👋💙

Moses: Looking forward to seeing what you’ve come up with this time, Ali

Johnny: Leave her alone, Moses

Moses: Why, I’m paying her a compliment

Johnny: Because you’ve been told before, is why

Moses: Relax, mate, it’s a costume party, she’s good at them, that’s it

Johnny: Don’t mate me and in the next breath push aside what I said as if I’m some eejit, that’s it

Moses: If it worried her, she’d say so

Johnny: Relax yourself or you’ll have your own worries

Moses: Some of us like to be friendly to guests

Moses: Please tell me you haven’t gone in the shop with that face on

Johnny: She’s not your friend, she thinks you’re a cunt

Moses: but it’s a fine line, ain’t it

Moses: What says you, Ali?

Ali: Just leave it out, it’s meant to be a party

Carly: 🖤🧡🎃🖤🧡👻🤍🧄💀🖤🧡🎃🖤🧡

Moses: My thoughts exactly 😈

Carly: [private to Ali]

Carly: wow 😵‍💫☄️

Ali: I didn’t even know he was still in this chat

Carly: I didnt know he had it in him to swear like that 😳🍨

Carly: ive serious never heard it before long as wes all lived here

Ali: He really does not like Moses a fair amount of the time

Carly: baby you've to talk to him about how much he likes you still

Ali: You do remember how that went the last time I attempted anything like that, right?

Carly: yea & I know he for proper hurt you but that was 😍🌹🥰💞🍬🥊🧨💓

Ali: Nah, he’s just intense, it can look like 😍🌹🥰💞🍬🥊🧨💓 but

Carly: k if u say its so, you’ve got more knowing of him than me

Ali: It’s been months, if he was bothered about me and not Mosey then he would have said something before now

Ali: it’s cool, least it did temporarily shut him up, like

Carly: I’d love you if you’d not been round for months

Carly: & if hes intense where r those feelings going? on god? 💔🙏📿⛪️💔 I don’t reckon

Ali: Because you’re an angel

Ali: No doubt he hasn’t lacked company, I assume he’s expressing himself just fine, not that I like to think about that

Carly: nah, you’re an angel & hes a dope boy who dunno what to do w you or himself unless youre lying down

Carly: it don’t mean hes unbothered, hes too bothered for the missing of you & your 🧚✨🌠⚡️🌟👼🎇💛🌞🍯🐝🌻💛 to speak is gonna be nearer

Ali: I feel more like a nun, I don’t think I can keep being this pure and waiting for what?

Carly: only you & he know for what

Carly: if its worth waiting or no

Ali: 😣

Ali: It was

Carly: I’m sorry making u 💭 about him

Ali: You didn’t, he came in out of nowhere and just

Ali: did that

Carly: warned mosey off you & called him a c u n t

Carly: my god, if someone would do that for me 🥺

Ali: I will

Ali: look like I’m copying now but

Carly: well now sure id have to make u less pure & hed be after calling me a dyke again 

Ali: 😏 He’s so clueless sometimes

Carly: drews hair isn’t so long, is it? 😅

Ali: No longer than Johnny’s, no

Ali: brushes it more, granted

Carly: I like wild things more 🐅🧡

Ali: I like dirty too

Ali: they’re so clean, somehow

Carly: makes me feel like I have to 🧼✨🧽✨🧴✨ & I dont

Carly: can’t be called no nun nor pure myself

Ali: You’re too in the know for that nonsense

Carly: theres no going back

Ali: How to go forward, that’s the question

Carly: ive said what you’re to do

Ali: that was a telling not a suggestion, was it 😅

Carly: it was, best you heed it or else 🤍🔮👻💜

Ali: I’ll consider myself thoroughly warned 

Carly: yea, you’re told, you & moses both when I take that cute girl off him & treat her loads better

Ali: Trying to decide if he’ll be 🥺 or 🥺

Ali: important distinctions, obviously

Carly: either’s grand, they’ve all to get in touch w their feelings like

Ali: 🧚🧚💛

Ali: He reckoned I don’t have a clue about mine

Carly: classic projection move eh? 

Carly: he dont have a clue about yours or his own

Ali: We both ended up lying

Carly: [her mum] says you always need to lie

Carly: the truth fucks things

Carly: idk though i was honest w moses & sure enough look what he did but I am w you too & look how you are

Ali: I think you should be able to be but sometimes you can’t

Ali: Maybe, I don’t really know anymore

Carly: there’s loads johno can’t do but whos putting that on him rn but the lad himself? hes not married off yet

Ali: He acted like that’s what I asked him for, like I’m that delusional

Carly: its donkey’s before hes got to get tied down, time for u to get bored & pick me instead 🌈❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🌈

Ali: Always, honey 💞

Carly: if yous are gonna talk I should teach you his lingo, how would he get out of it then?

Ali: 💡💡 I’m ready to learn

Carly: come over when you want your 1st lesson

Ali: Is Ronan still coming for a makeover?

Carly: idk sounds like hes after an off the peg scare, probably no

Ali: Bless him

Ali: I’ll finish up here then come over 🔪🎃

Carly: k ill get myself in the 🚿 so you can play w your 🔪 some more 🩸🩸

Ali: 😱😱😱

Carly: screamings the 1 thing I’m good @ 

Ali: not having that slander excuse you

Carly: 😶 sorry

Ali: 😁

Carly: 🎃 like

Ali: I’m just preparing my 😁s for being ignored all night

Carly: ah never we’d all of us wife you

Carly: cept maybe moses

Ali: What could be more of a 🔪 to the heart, eh

Carly: but hey hes bigger wounds to 👅 for johno saying that @ the rest to see when theyre dressed up

Ali: definitely not the end of that

Carly: be 1 gas party w their carry on

Ali: I don’t know how they’re expected to ever get on, they’re too different

Ali: it doesn’t work

Carly: least theyve vans of their own, imagine if they were to share together

Ali: I can very easily imagine, it’s too familiar 😬

Carly: sorry I keep talking you into a downer today ☔️🥺😢 swear i dont mean to

Ali: it’s not you it’s my 🧠

Ali: But we’ve got time to bring the party before the party

Carly: I’ll fix it 🍄🍭🍬🌿🌼

Ali: 🌈☀️

Carly: nothing in your 🧠💭 u don’t want there 🌞💛

Ali: sounds too nice for the night 🖤🧡

Carly: treats for you cos ily & tricks for the mean boys

Ali: 😈👿

Ali: least they aren’t all bad

Carly: & none of em are that bad

Ali: Do you forgive Moses?

Carly: idk

Carly: I was warned, he only did what he said hed do, get bored & be done its my fault more than his for it happening soon as

Ali: No it’s not, that’s just an excuse

Ali: he’s back sniffing around again, he just doesn’t like anything permanent for any length of time

Carly: I wasn’t trying to make nothing permanent but he hears what hes after hearing not what I say

Ali: Yeah, it’s his terms or no terms, perhaps he thinks it makes him more exciting, keeps you on your toes

Carly: it does work im here 🩰

Carly: my god whats wrong w me?

Ali: If I knew how to fix that I would tell you

Ali: I hate it

Carly: dont be 😤😠 @ me though

Carly: please you cant

Ali: Never

Ali: just myself and these mean boys

Carly: not at yourself neither cos youre the best thing thats ever ever happened to me

Ali: I’ll cry

Carly: sorry

Carly: but everything were way less grand before you started coming round seeing me & I don't reckon I’ve told you that enough for how true it is & how I seriously didnt know what to do w myself

Ali: I need you too, you make it bearable 

Carly: im crying 🥺😢😭

Ali: I’m sorry

Ali: it felt like maybe everything would be wrong forever, but not everything is now

Carly: he cant have you in the dark like that when you’re my 🌞💛

Ali: We can’t blame that one on him, s’okay

Carly: a bit lately but nah I won’t 💪🥊🤕 him yet

Ali: You’re impressed with him right now if anything, remember

Carly: hes never been hot to me before idk where im putting that now if I don’t fight him but k

Ali: oh god 😏

Carly: must remember its john boy & yer man there hates me 

Ali: I’d be doing you a disservice if I tried to say nah at this point

Carly: deep breaths and 10 hail marys or whatever, be grand, so 🙏📿🔮🧿

Ali: My father would disown me if I had to start praying

Carly: maybe I’d find mine in ⛪️ would explain where hes been & y ive not seen the fella up til

Ali: [her mum]’s own nun days, like

Carly: that’d be the day 😅 but shes made plenty men feel theyve something to regret to be sure, fair play if theyve decided to find their man jesus about it & have a talk to him

Ali: True love story right there tbh

Carly: its no u & johno but it’s cute still

Ali: 🤪

Ali: Shh you

Carly: 😶💛

Moses: [Private to Carly, during this party, closer to the start of energy]

Moses: Is [this gal, still the wrong name, probably a different one lol] enjoying herself?

Carly: [her actual right name again like ffs]

Carly: idk hopefully 💀🎃😈👻

Moses: 🤣

Moses: She looked better in her work clothes, sadly

Carly: shes a cute 🧟‍♀️💚 don’t be mean

Moses: Well, yous look better

Carly: boy dont start

Carly: tomorrow someone else’ll look better

Moses: Tonights the night, girl, why are you worrying about tomorrow for?

Carly: cos

Moses: ‘Cos you don’t have a good answer to that, means you must be wrong

Carly: maybe theres the answer u always make me feel like it

Moses: Come on, that’s not true

Moses: I made you feel plenty of ways

Carly: yea & then we both made ro feel bad

Moses: He never, Johno caused a scene about it, that’s all

Carly: me & him’ve not been the same since, has he w you?

Moses: ‘Course, we’re brothers

Moses: he’s just embarrassed with you

Carly: im 😳 of myself like

Carly: why did u tell me to?

Moses: Someone has to, I thought you two were friends

Carly: we are

Carly: it shouldve been up to him though

Moses: Everyone needs a nudge

Carly: k well you nudged me out so whats this now?

Moses: Don’t you miss me?

Carly: you invited her, you dont miss me

Moses: Now I do

Carly: dont you want her?

Moses: No

Carly: she’ll be 🥺😢😭

Moses: She’ll be grand, still a party isn’t it

Carly: I just dont see why youre after leaving her out when we dont have to

Moses: ‘Cos I want someone else, so do you

Carly: you want me to bring you a private party

Moses: I want you to bring Ali along

Carly: sorry, johno called it right, she dont want you

Carly: I can’t

Moses: You could, and she could like me if she gives it a chance

Carly: read it as I wont then

Moses: Why not?

Carly: she likes someone else & even if she never youre not deserving of no chance w her

Moses: Poor Carly

Moses: who does she like then?

Carly: 😶💙 sorry

Moses: I’ll find out, and I will make her forget about whoever it is

Moses: I just thought you’d like to be there too

Carly: 🍀🐇🌠 to you, you’ll have need of it

Moses: I’ve got it all in spades, you know that

Carly: I know what youve both got why I said it

Moses: I’ll see you later then, Carls

Moses: got ☠️ shit to do

Carly: we can have another 🧊🍋🥃 party when you find her & she 💪🥊🤕 you, sure

Moses: 😆

Moses: Don’t you reckon I can be nice when I have to?

Carly: I reckon she’ll see through how nice youre being but hey on you go itll be gas for the rest of us watching u try

Moses: You don’t have to be relegated to just watching, what are you afraid of?

Carly: you, but ali’s not

Moses: You’ve no need to be afraid of me, I gave you everything you wanted

Carly: I didnt want it to end like that

Moses: You stopped playing the game properly, if you’d not have been so clingy, things could’ve been different

Moses: no one smacked you over it, that was me

Carly: clingy? you have yourself no knowing of the word mosey

Moses: I don’t blame you, you never can help yourselves

Carly: you said youd look after me

Carly: but instead you left us to what couldve happened if johno had decided to take it out on me too

Moses: I knew he’d never do that, you dope

Carly: he hates me & hes not the only 1

Carly: im not safe here but all youre after bothering yourself w is putting ali in the same danger herself

Carly: I love her I’d never

Moses: Sure, what has ever happened to you or your ma?

Moses: Nothing, that’s what

Carly: no tah to you for my 🍀🐇🌠 

Moses: Didn’t I take that beating for you

Carly: yea, give u that

Moses: and the other one for you and Ronan

Carly: just for tonight, is it?

Carly: tomorrow it never happened

Moses: Cold, girl 💔

Carly: you was 1st 🧊🥶🧊

Carly: & when I only ever melted for you 😳🍨

Moses: You let me make it up to you or you don’t

Carly: you’ll not tell the others this time?

Moses: I didn’t last time

Carly: I dont wanna talk about it no more when theres how you’re to make it up me

Moses: Wait and see

Carly: wait where?

Moses: Stay with [this girl, name wrong again but on purpose this time so amusingly so lol]

Moses: I’ll find you

Carly: k 💙

Carly: [Private to Bartley, during this party still when she either sees the kiss itself or Moses’ posts about it, but feel free to leave replying until the next day if you want]

Carly: aw cute 💋💓🥰💘

Carly: whos she? 🤠🤎

Bartley: [replying later but still the night of, just not immediately or soon after]

Bartley: None of your business

Carly: k I’ll talk to her if youre too shy

Bartley: I’m not shy I just don’t love attention the way you do

Carly: the way I do

Carly: why are you needing to go right for slagging me?

Bartley: Oh, I wonder

Bartley: I thought you’d learn to be more careful

Carly: if youve shit to say, out w it, boy

Bartley: He will never care about you and you’re an idiot

Bartley: not even the first idiot he’s tried it on with tonight

Carly: he had making up to do to me & he did like

Bartley: Who was making up to who

Carly: I just said ⬆️

Bartley: Please, he got what he wanted

Carly: me too

Bartley: Ha, you’re disgusting

Carly: cos I let him touch me?

Carly: hope youre talking nicer to that girl now youve got near her whoever she is

Bartley: Because you let him use you, after he’s showed you and everyone what he thinks of you

Carly: you think idk before what yous all thought of me?

Carly: ive always & yous all have made sure its so

Bartley: None of the rest of us have treated you like he has

Carly: none of yous have treated me no better neither

Bartley: You’ve got to be joking

Carly: least he was offering to make me feel better for a bit

Bartley: He was offering for himself

Carly: idc i got something out of it

Bartley: Wow

Carly: why’ve you forever got to have your opinion?

Carly: its a party im only trying to have some fun same as u

Bartley: It’s a party now but when he tells you to fuck off again you’ll be the one losing it

Carly: & its nothing for you to bother yourself with when I do

Bartley: Yeah, right

Bartley: works grand when your mammy doesn’t notice 

Carly: sure look go 🍻💜🎵🎶💜🤠 instead of giving it out to me about the mammy ive got

Bartley: You’re a liability to everyone and Moses won’t be the one bothering when you are

Carly: this where you come again w the threats, is it?

Carly: very spooky scary 💀🎃😈👻

Bartley: Sure, it’s funny that I bothered trying to look out for you, hilarious

Carly: since when are we calling it that?

Carly: you’re only after having a go @ me

Bartley: I was warning you but I won’t bother again, use it does 

Carly: my god, we used to be friends

Carly: why is this only how we talk

Bartley: Why do you keep letting Moses ride you

Carly: im not asking why you kissed your girl

Carly: it felt good & u wanted to

Carly: why am I to jump through hoops defending myself cos its moses?

Bartley: It isn’t the same thing, you don’t know anything about it

Carly: for you cos youre a boy & Im a girl but its not my culture & still yous all wanna judge me like it is

Bartley: Enough your culture your ma wants to live here

Bartley: and that isn’t what I meant

Carly: ah well you dont mean you love her u met her tonight, no?

Bartley: Why do you keep bringing that up, it’s just a kiss

Bartley: you and Mosey did a whole lot more

Carly: k so its different cos you stopped yourself?

Bartley: It’s different ‘cos it’s a party and she’s just some girl, she doesn’t live here

Carly: yea, ive known yous all donkey’s & you might never see that girl again

Carly: but I’m the whore & youre the big man

Carly: how can you not see its backwards?

Bartley: Can’t you see that that’s backwards, you should be like a sister

Bartley: and I don’t think I’m a big man, Moses is the one that posted it, he’s always on the wind-up, as you should know

Carly: when have I ever been treated as 1? & sure how am I to start behaving like yours or his when ive not ever?

Carly: even ro went for it

Bartley: Of course they’re going to, they’ve got no self-control

Carly: you reckon its up to me to have it all & my fault i dont

Bartley: Someone has to, don’t they

Carly: I’m sorry

Bartley: I don’t need you to apologise

Bartley: I just thought you’d wised up about him

Carly: yea, be grand if I had sense

Bartley: You aren’t as stupid as you fake being

Carly: ah hey dont be nice to me bb 😵‍💫

Bartley: I know, the bar is in hell, like

Carly: w you lads

Carly: but I shouldnt have said you was as bad as moses

Carly: its not true, sorry

Bartley: You still like him best so make that make sense

Carly: i’m 😤😠 @ myself not u

Carly: for liking him

Bartley: So you should be

Bartley: he can be a laugh, to us, I don’t know what you’d see in him though

Carly: youre not gonna think hes unreal how i do hes your blood & another lad itd get you disowned x2

Bartley: You can say you think he’s handsome without accusing me of being a queer, thanks very much, I get it 🤢

Carly: id never say nobodys handsome but its proper cute you have done 💚

Bartley: As I’m not a massive gay, I’m not going to say any of the nonsense you might

Carly: idk maybe your girl would like it ive made a friend in the  🧟‍♀️💚 mosey invited 🌈❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🌈

Bartley: She’s not my girl

Carly: dont you like her?

Bartley: Our costumes just matched, Moses brought her over

Carly: if he made u kiss her you can tell me ill 💪🥊🤕

Bartley: No he didn’t make me, I wanted to, sure

Bartley: I’m just saying, idk her

Carly: least youve saved me from having to 💪🥊🤕 idk how thatd go for me like

Bartley: Not well, even if he’s not meant to fight back proper, you’re too scrawny

Carly: sure im 😵‍💫 already only 💭 of it but please no need to have us sounding like a shite 🐓 in the 🍗 way too, is there?

Bartley: You’re gas

Bartley: I’m not paying you no compliments though

Carly: boy, theres 1 itself 😅

Bartley: not about your 🍗🍗

Carly: keep them opinions to yourself tah id cry else

Bartley: Don’t be doing that, there’s nothing wrong with you

Carly: 🥺 what?

Bartley: Ack, don’t take the piss

Carly: its you turning me 🙃 by not being mean no more

Bartley: You go weird when I’m nice, that’s why

Carly: sorry idk what to do w how sweet you can be when you want

Bartley: I’m not sweet, don’t go spreading that around

Carly: 😶💚 but you are 💚👽🌱🦗🍐🍃🍏🍀🧃🥝💚

Bartley: What does all that mean, like?

Carly: what I said, you’re cute & sweet sometimes

Bartley: all the emojis

Carly: what of it youre 💚 ive told you before too

Bartley: Idk anyone else who uses them like you do

Carly: wow theres 2 compliments youve given

Carly: you feeling k or do you need to sit yourself down?

Bartley: No, that weren’t a compliment, big head

Carly: oh but I’m taking it as 1 & how are you to stop me?

Bartley: 💩💩💩💩

Carly: 😅

Bartley: Don’t do it again, yeah

Carly: moses or the taking of compliments w out your permission?

Bartley: You know which

Carly: if you see that girl again

Carly: you should have yourself 1

Bartley: I might

Carly: or another but shes to be at least as cute 🤠🤎 & hopefully sweet herself

Bartley: Or what are you gonna do?

Carly: only way to find out is go against what ive said & youd be a dope to when its for your own good 🥄💚

Bartley: Don’t recall agreeing to let you run my life for me

Carly: you asked for a sister of me

Bartley: I reckon I just said like a

Bartley: as well as should be, not to act exactly like [your oldest sister]

Carly: careful what you wish for bb 🔮💜

Bartley: 🙄 Divvy

Carly: hows you acting up like a little brother when youre meant to be older? 

Bartley: You think you’re dead mature now, is it?

Carly: more than u 👶🍼

Bartley: Fuck off, nothing about you is mature, girl

Carly: is 😝

Bartley: You only think that ‘cos Mosey boy is older

Carly: & hes no complaints, my personality aside

Bartley: Not to your face, no

Carly: ive my own not to his face idc

Bartley: Suit yourself then

Carly: come on i can guess what hes told yous about me with no need to ask you to your face

Bartley: He’s not said anything to us, John would shut him up

Bartley: he rates girls though, just how lads are when you’re not around

Carly: go on what am I rated?

Bartley: I’m not saying

Carly: tell me you cant not let me have the knowing when youve said I’ve already got a number

Bartley: Ask him your bloody self, it’s his scale

Bartley: except don’t because you’re not meant to know

Carly: please

Carly: i won’t say I know or you told or nothing

Bartley: [do tell her, however offensive this is]

Bartley: you asked

Carly: oh 

Bartley: He’s done it with loads of girls, that’s all

Carly: [don’t reply because you’re genuinely really upset about this and cannot because you have to go and spiral]

Bartley: I’m sorry for telling you, you shouldn’t have pestered us

Carly: I’m sorry I asked

Bartley: You aren’t the worst

Carly: [again don’t reply because that doesn’t make you feel any better and you’ve got getting messy so you don’t cry until later with that as your excuse to do]