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Let Em’ Know (part 5)

Previously on Let me know....(click here for part 4)

Back in the passenger seat of the black Volvo, Damien blew smoke out his mouth and hissed. Seeing your lips on Erik pissed him off. That should be him and it’s going to be him.

“Y/N, you don’t see that nigga ain’t for you but I ain’t mad at you, baby. That fuck nigga is a good actor.” He brought the blunt back to his lips and exhaled harshly.

“It’s cool because I’m gonna make you see that that nigga ain’t for you. Just wait on it.”

WARNING: THIS PART HAS SMUT IN IT. **************

“So you’re really going to leave, Erik?! Leave me?! Leave us?!” You screamed at him when he finally revealed to you what’s been on his mind this whole time.

He was leaving.

He was enlisting in the military, putting his life in danger and leaving you. There was no way he could’ve expected you to take this news lightly.

“And in three fucking days??? Are you fucking serious, Erik?!!?!” You questioned feeling your throat get sore from yelling you were doing but you didn’t care. You were hoping this was a cruel joke but Erik wasn’t that good of an actor to keep a prank going on this long.

“ERIK!”

Your boyfriend suddenly punched the steering wheel out of annoyance but you were too angry to flinch.

“Y/N, what else do you want me to say? You already know my heart is set on this. We had plans but plans change. My feelings about it changed.”

You closed your eyes, sighing deeply to prevent tears from releasing. “How long ago did your feelings change? And don’t fucking lie to me.”

“Does it really matter?”

Your eyes popped open and you glared him with fire in your eyes. “Yes it fucking matters!”

He surprisingly remained calm as he pulled up outside your house. “No. It doesn’t because either way, I’m going into the military and you can’t stop me. I love you but I have to do this.”

You breathed deeply then got a little happy. “Ok if you’re going to go through with this, then that’s fine. But I am coming with you. I can put a hold on college and go with you. And if you get stationed in Hawaii, I can go to college in Hawaii. And we can get married! I know we’re young and shit, but I would get money for school and a place to stay and shit while you’re away. We can make this work, Erik. We really can make this work!”

He finally pulled up in front of your house and put the car in park. Instead of the joyous expression you were hoping for, Erik’s face was somber and it was obvious your idea was not sitting well with him.

“You won’t be happy, Y/N.”

“Yes I will! Because I have you, baby! And you have me! That’s all that matters, right?” Tears rolled down your cheeks as you smiled sadly, holding his handsome face in your hands.

Erik took your hands off his face and gently held them as he gazed into your eyes.

“I’m leaving here and I’m leaving by myself.”

Your smile dropped in a heartbeat, causing you to release your hands from his hold. Your face transformed into a face of agitation.

“Wow. It’s obvious you don’t give a shit about us. So these 2 years together were a waste of fucking time, huh?! Huh, Erik?!”

Out of nowhere, Erik grabbed your face and claimed your lips with his. He gave you a long, rough, and passionate kiss and when it finished, he held your face close to his.

“Don’t you ever.....don’t you ever fucking say that again. All this time I had you were the best damn years of my life and I fucking mean that shit, baby girl.”

Your bottom lip began to quiver as tears ran down your cheeks. “If you mean it, Prove it. Don’t leave or take me with you. Just....don’t do this. Please, Erik. I love you so much. Please don’t leave me.”

Erik bit his bottom lip kissing your forehead and stared back into your eyes that were flooded with tears.

“I don’t have a choice, baby.”

You backed away from him, opening the passenger door behind you.

“But I do. I ain’t waiting around for you. So go ahead and leave. Just know when and if you come back, you won’t find me.” You removed your rose gold princess ring Erik gave you on your anniversary and left it on his dashboard.

“We’re done.”

You snapped out of your flashback when Erik shifted in his sleep as he laid his head on your lap. You glanced up at his TV to the ending credits of the movie you two were watching on the screen. Damn it. How did you manage to miss the ending? You looked down at the man in your lap and asked yourself how the fuck did he manage to fall asleep?

You were able to move off the couch and lay Erik’s head on the throw pillow without taking him up. You went into the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of water and began to chug it down. That event kept playing your head. You told Erik you were done with him that night then the night before he left, you wanted to see him one last time to properly say goodbye.

You said goodbye to Erik and your virginity that night. You did it because you wanted to but deep down, you hoped he would see how much you loved him and stay. You’re a 18 year old girl who was stupid in love so who could judge you for that?

You told Erik if he came back, he was never gonna find you and yet here you are, in his apartment, eating his snacks and watching movies.

You could not keep your word for shit.

“Y/N....you gotta save me.....” you heard Erik mumble in his sleep. Your eyebrows furrowed as you approached his sleeping body. You were skeptical because for all this time, you’ve known Erik, he’s never talked in his sleep.

“I’m gonna die, Y/N......you gotta save me.”

You crouched down front of him and stroked his beard with your fingers tips. Erik is clearly hiding something and you’re going to find out though his sleep.

“Save you from what? How should I save you?” You questioned softly.

Erik took a deep breath. “‘My horniness.....come sit on my face, Y/N.”

Your eyes narrowed at him and you let air out of your nose. Your boyfriend opened one eye and closed it immediately when he saw you staring him down.

“Sit...on my face...”

An idea popped in your head and you begin to smirk wickedly. You got closer in his face and began to whisper seductively.

“Oh I’m going to suffocate you, baby.”

Erik began to smirk in his “sleep”. “Oh yes suffocate me, baby.”

You got up and went to straddle him, grabbing a throw pillow from behind you. You took your weight off him and took the throw pillow, pressing it to his face. He began to thrash and you got off him, releasing multiple giggles. You sat up to see Erik glaring at you.

“What? You told me to suffocate you!” You managed to say between giggles.

“Yeah with your pussy! Let me go get some damn chips before I get mad.”

You continued your laughing fit as Erik went to the kitchen. Erik’s phone began to ring and you glanced at the name. Soraya. Who the fuck is Soraya and why is she calling him at 11 o’clock at night. Erik wouldn’t cheat on you, you know this. But who the fuck was she?

His phone stopped ringing and Erik entered the room, with some Flaming hot Doritos.

“Was my phone ringing?”

You blew air out of your mouth. “Yeah. Some girl named Soraya was calling you.”

Erik detected your tone and mood was off so he crouched down beside you. He stared into your eyes to let you know he was about to tell you the truth. One thing about Erik was not he could not look you in the eyes and lie to you. He was trained to do that with a lot of people but not you.

“I know what you’re thinking about and stop. You know damn well-“

You cut him off. “Yeah I know. You would never cheat on me. But who is she and why she calling you this late?”

“She’s my cousin, babe. She’s probably calling because she works for me and needs help.”

You knew he was telling the truth.

“I’m sorry. I’m so dumb.” You turned away from him and he grabbed your hands, forcing you to look at him.

“Hey hey hey.” He paused. “You are. You are dumb as shit if you think I would fuck around with some other girls after I busted my balls to get you back. Come on now.”

Your mouth curved into a smile and you threw your arms around his strong neck, giving him multiple kisses. “My fault, stink stink!”

Erik grimaced pulling you off of him. “I fucking hate when you call me that.”

“No you don’t, stink stink!” You kept kissing his face and his phone rang again. He grabbed it and looked at the name.

“Yeah it’s Soraya again. Even though a nigga is enjoying all this, she really needs my help.”

“It’s fine. I gotta get my ass home anyway. You know my parents don’t play that staying out late shit. Even though I’m grown.” You pecked his lips, grabbed your things, and walked out.

“Girl have you lost your damn mind?!” Erik yelled grabbing the door before you can shut it close. You blinked at him in confusion.

“You really think imma let you walk to your car by yourself this late at night?!?? You got me all types of fucked up today! Walk!”

You snickered at Erik’s antics even though he was serious as hell and let him walk you to your car. He waited until you started your car and took off. Once you were out of sight, he returned his cousin’s phone call.

“Hello?”

“I told your ass I’m coming. My girl seeing a shorty’s name pop up on my phone this late at night is not a good look.”

“Erik shut up and get here now. Something happened.”

“......what happened?”

“You just need to get here.”

Erik quickly got dressed, prepared anything he needed, and left his apartment. Meeting at the warehouse, he hit with some news he was really not expecting.

“What the fuck you mean Blue got arrested?!” Erik screamed angrily, glaring at everyone.

Von laid back in his chair, very nonchalant. “Nigga, what we mean is he is in police custody. The nigga is locked up. I don’t know how else to say it to you.” He slammed his fists on the table and turned his back. “This is some bullshit! If this nigga snitches-“

“He ain’t gonna snitch.”

“How tf you know that, nigga??? You be thinking niggas are solid but they not. Niggas these days are like paper. Apply pressure and they fold.” Erik scoffed and faced the giant world map on the wall. “Nigga gonna snitch on this whole operation.”

Soraya spoke up. “Then we gotta relocate. If Blue snitches, he’s gonna lead the cops to this warehouse. This is where all the evidence is. We gotta get out and we gotta get out ASAP.”

“And where the fuck are we going to find another abandoned warehouse? This shit ain’t like flowers. It ain’t easy to go around and pick what you want.” Von replied in annoyance.

“I don’t know But what I do know is I’m not gonna sit here and wait for the cops to bust in here and arrest me.” Soraya pushed away from the table and walked away. Everyone else followed suit except Von who just sat there, shaking his head as Erik began to light a blunt, pulled it, and exhaled the smoke.

“Listen, man. I know Blue. He ain’t gonna fold on us. You can trust that.”

Erik side eyed Von as he exhaled another smoke cloud. “Trust don’t guarantee shit for me. Not even for you. So cut that shit.”

**************

“YOU THINK YOU WANNA WHAT?!?!?!” Neriah’s screeches emitted from your phone as you were on FaceTime with her dramatic ass.

You rolled your eyes, taking a deep sigh. “Neriah, you fucking heard me. I think I wanna have sex with Erik.”

“GIRL WHAT?!???!”

“Stop fucking screeching, bitch damn!” You snapped and your friend immediately got herself together.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It just caught me off guard! You gonna let Erik hit so quick?” Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “What do you mean? We dated back in high school, it took a while for me to take him back and it took a while for me to come this decision. This isn’t quick at all.”

“Ooooh yeah I forgot about that whole dating in high school part.”

“You jackass.”

“Ma’am, I am too worried about pussy to be worried about if yours is getting dick.”

You bursted out in laughter. “Yeah yeah yeah, whatever. Anyways, like I was saying, it’s not that bad. Besides, it’s not going to be our first time” you mumbled the last part but your best friend heard it as clear as day.

“NOT THE FIRST TIME?!??! Oh hell no! I’m adding Ray!”

“Don’t you dare-“

It was too late. Neriah rang Rayvon and he picked up almost immediately with his headset on.

“Yooo what it do ba-“ your male friend glanced at the phone and sucked his teeth. “Damn I thought y’all were shorties. Wtf y’all want?!” He turned his attention back to his game.

“Ray! Y/N and Erik have had sex before! Not since he’s been back! Before that! Back in high school!”

Rayvon’s reaction was a simple shrug as he continued playing his game. “Congrats on being the last to know, nigga. And y’all call me the slow one.” You raised an eyebrow at your Group FaceTime. “Wait hold up. How the fuck did you know, Ray?”

“AND 1, BITCH!!! LET’S FUCKING GO!”

“RAYVON!”

His mouth formed an O as he paid attention back to the two girls waiting for his reply.

“Oh ‘cause it was obvious. I know Y/N is hard to get but it was obvious she let Erik kill. That’s why she was so mad he left. He took her dick away.”

Instead of berating him like you expected her to do, Neriah just hummed in realization.

“Shit, that makes sense. Dropped that bomb dick off and left. I would be mad t-oh shit I’m getting another call. Lemme call y’all back.”

You looked at your phone to see it was just Ray on the phone and you clicked your tongue while shaking your head.

“So when are you going to tell Neriah you like her?”

Rayvon paused his game and sighed deeply. This wasn’t a topic he wanted to touch upon again. Since you came home from college, it became more and more obvious to you that Rayvon caught feelings for Neriah. You brought it up to him and after frequent denials, he finally admitted he fell for her but couldn’t act on it.

“Never, nigga and You know why. She only like girls. Telling her that shit is a waste of time and will make shit awkward.”

“I know but I feel like this isn’t fair for you, Ray. I mean bottling up your feelings and hiding it like this. It’s not fair.”

“But it wouldn’t be fair for Riah to put her in a position to lose her only guy best friend. I respect her sexuality so I’m backing off. I’m telling you I’m fine, Y/N. I’ll get over it. There’s other shorties. They might not be Riah, but they can come close.”

You really felt bad for Rayvon but as Neriah’s other best friend, you knew he had to leave it the fuck alone because expressing his feelings would open a big ass can of worms. A messy situation.

When you got off the phone with Rayvon, you got yourself ready to go over to Erik’s place. Once you felt cute enough, you walked out of your house and couldn’t help but felt like you were being watched. Maybe you were just paranoid.

You got into your driver’s seat, adjusting your mirror to see a black Volvo in your rear view mirror. You didn’t think anything of it until you pulled off and they pulled off right behind you. You started feeling creeped out but still felt like you were being paranoid. Just to make sure it was your paranoia, you began to take a different route to Erik’s apartment. You took unnecessary rights and lefts and noticed the car still behind you.

You were being followed.

Why the fuck would anyone follow you? You got a boring life. You don’t do anything. What business they got with you to follow you. You were scared but remained calm. You just gotta lose them.

You began to drive slower, waiting for the traffic light to yellow, then stepped on the gas. You glanced behind you to see the Volvo stopped at the light and you smirked in victory as you took a couple of random turns and made your way to Erik’s place. You surveyed the area for the black Volvo and didn’t see it. You sighed in relief and ran up to Erik’s door, knocking repeatedly.

“Damn girl! I can hear you!” Erik’s face dropped when he opened the door and saw your face. “What’s wrong?”

“There was a car......following me.....I lost them....but I’m scared...as fuck!” You planted heavily and Erik ushered you inside. He examined the area then closed the door behind him.

“The shit was so weird. I’ve seen that black Volvo around near my house but this time, it actually followed me! What the fuck?!” You paced back and forth on his carpet as you rambled. “Did I piss someone off? Is that a hit man?! Nah if it was a hit man, he would’ve bodied me by now. Maybe he’s trash.”

“Y/N.”

“Maybe he’s a creepy stalker! I work at Victoria’s Secret. There’s always creepy motherfuckers coming in there!”

“Y/N.” Erik tried again, this time coming up to you and wrapping you in his arms. He looked into your eyes. “You’re gonna be fine.”

You pushed your boyfriend away from you. “No I’m not! Erik, I gotta go to the police!”

“And say what, Y/N? There’s a car following you? Did you even get the license plate? Or actually see the driver?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “Baby, they ain’t gonna do shit. No one’s threatened your life or came near you. You just see a car a lot. Trust me. They ain’t gonna do shit.”

At this point, you were on the verge of tears. “Then what the fuck do I do?! Erik, I’m scared!”

“I know you are and you don’t gotta be. I got you and I’m going to protect you. You trust me to protect you?” He asked you with a voice dripping in sincerity. You knew you could trust him. He was keeping his word so far so you felt like he was gonna keep this one.

“Yeah I trust you.”

“I got you.” He leaned your head forward to kiss your forehead. When your head came back up, you took his face in your hands and planted a long, wet kiss on his plump lips. Erik chuckled kissing you some more.

“You keep kissing me like that and you gonna make me act up.”

You grabbed him by his collar and leaned in close. “Act up then.” You pushed him onto his couch and straddled him. You leaned over, kissing his lips and going down his neck. He pushed you off a little and you rolled your eyes in response to his action, pushing him down.

“Stop playing with me, Stevens. You’ve been talking all this nasty sexual shit since you came back. It’s time to back it up. Right now.”

Erik’s eyebrows raised as he glanced you up and down, feeling himself harden by the minute.

“Oh imma back my shit up. Don’t worry about that, baby girl. I was just trying to be a gentleman and making sure you were sure about this. But now that I see your ass is...”

In a swift motion, he sat up, grabbed you, and stood up with your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Imma wreck ya shit. Make you feel like a virgin again.”

You two kept making out until you made it to his bedroom and he threw you on his full size bed. You were trying your best to put on a sexy, confident front but deep down, you were nervous. Last time you had sex was with him and it was just that one time. Yeah you talked to and went on date with other guys but they didn’t get past first base. The only thing you were banging were your books.

“You good, baby girl?” Erik’s voice broke you out of your daydream. Your eyes focused on his hands were secured on his waistband tie, ready to undo. You nodded your head, laughing it off.

“What? I’m fine! I just need you to hurry up and fuck the shit out of me.”

“Uh huh or you’re nervous.”

Your sexy expression dropped as you sat up and your boyfriend sat right next to you. You’re a dumbass. Erik’s known you forever. Obviously he could see you were nervous.

“How’d you know?”

Erik chuckled as he put a head through his dreads. “I remember this same nervousness from the first time. You really ain’t never changed.”

You groaned loudly and Erik took your hands in his. “You don’t think I’m a little nervous too? I’ve been waiting to make love to your ass ever since I left. So a long ass time. Now it’s finally happening. I love you, Y/N. I never stopped waiting for you and I never will stop.”

Your face lit up at his words causing you to tackle him with multiple kisses. You were on top meaning you were in control. Your hands traveled up his t-shirt and you felt tiny bumps underneath your palms. You kept kissing him, not minding the bumps until they were continuous. You couldn’t help but pull away and slowly lift up his shirt, removing it altogether. Your eyes came in contact with multiple keloids on his chiseled chest. What the fuck are those? You could see in his eyes he was uncomfortable and you had to fix that.

You decided to plant kisses on his neck and down to his chest. You felt him relax at this, causing you to inwardly smile. You undid the tie and pulled his sweatpants, along with his boxers. His erect, 9 inch dick stood at attention and ready to be handled. You ain’t never gave head but it looks like you starting now.

You began to massage his shaft and his hands found your hands. You pouted, thinking you were doing something wrong. You heard him chuckle.

“Get naked for me first, baby.”

As if you weren’t wet enough already, your shit was running like a faucet now. You bit you lip and slowly stood up on top of you. You were gonna strip for your man. You started singing Dance For You by Beyoncé in your head as you slowly removed your shirt from your body. He was biting his lip and stroking his shaft at the sight of you. Yeah you got this.

You unbuttoned your jean shorts and gently sliding them down your legs. You realized they were around your ankles but you had to get them off but in a sexy way. You should’ve got off the damn bed before you started stripping but fuck it.

You’re in too deep now.

You bent over shaking your ass side to side and sure enough, Erik was watching it shake in his vanity mirror. While he was watching, you lifted your leg a little to get that leg of the shorts off. Once you did, you lost your balance and fell off the bed, hitting the floor hard. With your face in the carpet, all you heard was Erik’s cackles at your tumble. You felt extremely embarrassed.

“You ok, Princess?” He managed to get out through his loud guffaws.

You lifted your head up, pouting. “I was trying to be sexy for your ass and here you are, laughing at me.”

He clicked his tongue. “You still sexy to me, baby. Get your clumsy ass up and finish.”

A smile crept back on your face and you rapidly got off the floor. You stood back and slowly pulled down your purple thong while biting your lip when you saw a puzzled look on Erik’s face.

“Why your underwear purple but your bra beige? I mean I don’t mind. It’s just that-“

“Motherfucker, do you want this pussy or not?” You cut him off, with your thong around your knees.

“Of course I want that pussy! A nigga can’t make an observation?!” Erik replied with one hand still wrapped around his dick. “You could be wearing red and yellow like the damn McDonald’s clown and I’m still fucking!”

You giggled finally getting the thong off and you made your way back on top of him, sucking his bottom lip. Your tongues pressed together and you released a moan.

“You know you need to shut up when I’m doing something sexy for you.” Erik smirked, grabbing a handful of your ass cheek and jiggling it.

“Shut me up then. Sit on my face.” He said with so much desire in his chestnut eyes.

You lifted from his chest and felt your heart racing as your hands went to the back of your bra. You unclipped it and let your bra fall off your shoulders. You two were now completely naked. Once you tossed the bra aside, his hands founded your breasts, massaging them tenderly. He sat up, taking one into his mouth. You felt his wet tongue swirling around your nipple and he went to the other one repeating the process. He looked up at you through hooded eyes and released your breast from his mouth.

“I ain’t gonna tell you again to sit on my face.”

You pulled him in for a kiss. “But I want to suck your dick, daddy.”

Erik smiled wickedly and laid back down. “Turn around and put that pussy in my face.”

You did as you were told. Your pussy was in his face and you were face to face with his dick. Ahh 69. You give some and get some.

You felt Erik push your ass down, forcing your pussy in his mouth. You felt his tongue run up and down inside your lips. You bit back a moan and felt a strike on your ass.

“Go ahead and suck that dick you want so bad, baby.”

Right. With your hand moving up and down the length of his dick, you swirled your tongue around the head. You were teasing him which caused him to groan and press his tongue on your clit.

“Fuckkkkkk baby!” You moaned loudly. You took his dick and shoved it into your mouth. You took two hands, massaging up and down as you continued to suck his dick. You kept trying your best to keep going at it but Erik was eating the SOUL out of you. You felt yourself about to cum and you knew he felt it too.

“Come on, baby. Give me that nut.”

You came all over his mouth and he gave your pussy one last lick before taking you off. You were lowkey mad as hell you didn’t make him nut. You couldn’t be mad for too long because Erik pulled you in for a smooch, making you taste yourself on his lips. He pushed you onto the bed and began a trail of wet kisses starting at your neck.

He stood up and you saw him open a Magnum, roll it onto his dick, and pull your legs back, making your knees almost hit the mattress. He made eye contact with you.

“You ready for me, baby?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He grinned, sliding himself slowly inside you. You began to whimper and his hand caressed your face. You bit your lip to prevent a scream and he began to move in and out of you. There was a little bit of pain but overall, it was pleasurable as fuck. His warm dick moving so good inside your wet pussy. He felt so fucking good. He kissed the side of your face as you dug your nails in his firm back. Both of you releasing moans of pleasure. You came again and You felt him nut inside the condom. You breathed deeply, thinking it was over but looking down, Erik’s dick was still hard. He threw the condom away and pulled on another one.

“Turn around, baby girl. Ass up, face down.” Erik turned back. “Matter of fact, switch places with me and do that.”

You didn’t know why he wanted that but you listened because even though you were getting sore, you wanted to cum again.

You did as you were told and Erik entered you from the back, giving you powerful thrusts. Your hands gripped the sheets as you took his passionate poundings, yelling obscenities as he smacked your ass a couple times. Your eyes popped open and saw why Erik wanted to switched positions. The freaky bastard wanted you to watch him fuck you from behind. Damn.

“Fuckkkk Erik!”

“This pussy feels so good around my dick. This my pussy. This was always my pussy. Right baby?” He delivered a smack to your ass.

“Yes daddy. Fuckkkk I’m yours!”

“Damn right you are. You’re mine.”

After what felt like a lifetime of beautiful thrusts to your pussy, you came once again and you screamed through your orgasm.

“Fuck! Y/N!” Erik grunted loudly and you felt him cum inside the condom.

After you two came back to earth, you found yourself cuddling Erik with your leg on top of his waist and your head near his chest. You could stop staring at the keloids that decorated his whole chest and biceps. He seemed self-conscious about it so you didn’t want to ask and ruin the moment but you were really curious about it. How the fuck did that happen?

“War. War is tough.”

You glanced up at the man before you in confusion. His eyes met yours.

“You’re wondering how I got these marks on my chest. War is tough. I’ve killed so many people. I wasn’t ok with it. Each keloid is for a person I killed. I had to be punished and be reminded that I took people’s lives.”

You prevented your face from giving a reaction. You were glad he was opening up and telling you the ugly truth behind his chest. It meant he trusted you and felt like you would understand. It was shocking and a lot to take in but you took it. Your man has been through a lot. You had to.

You planted a few kisses on his chest and looked back at him.

“I understand, baby.”

Erik begin to grin as he got on top of you. He lowered his head to kiss you from your forehead to your neck and went back to your lips.

“Damn. I love you, princess.”

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cognacdelights · 4 years ago

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girl your answer/tags to the rudy and el*me ask plssss 💀 they wouldn't be half as irritating i guess if people didn't start making fan accounts and stuff for her like tf are they all gonna do once she and rudy break up since they only like her because she's his gf FGHJKSKDJS. ofc they probably wouldn't be irritating at all if she wasn't such a horrible person

i don’t necessarily find them irritating bc i don’t involve myself enough to know or care for his/their personal life. i don’t particularly care for him (or any of the cast), and i tend to keep away from that sort of drama bc i’m just past it that kind of shit. i honestly wouldn’t have an issue with her if she wasn’t such a terrible person… my issue with her is a personal one and not because i want to shag her man (which i know is a few peoples’ go to defence of her🙄) i honestly don’t even try to keep myself updated on things. i just get told about it or stuff comes up on my dashboard/twitter feed 🤷🏻‍♀️

but with that being said, it really irks me that people excuse everything wrong that she’s done or said with “it was so long ago!” but will still actively hate on chase and use the same argument as to why he should be cancelled.

i also don’t think she deserves any of the attention and opportunities she’s been given. She’s not worked for anything in my opinion. i don’t think she deserves “supporters” and a “fan base” because 1) she’s an assistant? what about that is worth stanning? 2) she only gets opportunities like to take part in photoshoots, go to premieres and network because she’s his tag along 3) she is genuinely a disgusting, terrible, prejudice-filled person and the fact that people are giving her a platform is weird, especially when we’re supposed to be in the era of not promoting such things? she knows exactly what she’s doing in my opinion and a lot of her behaviour says that 🤷🏻‍♀️

there are so many more people out there who have genuinely put so much work, their all, their everything into their work and get no recognition, get no opportunities and have to fight for every single opportunity they get and she gets everything handed to her on a plate because of who she knows and who she’s dating. she would never have gotten even a fraction if she wasn’t ��dating” him… and she damn well knows that. where are all your fan pages for camera guy number 3? or the make up artists? or the sound guy? or hell even jonathon daviss and deion smith?

with that being said, i don’t think it’s fair or right to attack someone for their looks. or there is any justifiable explanation to send death threats. by all means, judge her actions and her character because that’s what defines her, but her looks are very much out of her control and you wouldn’t like that being done to you.

#replies #i truly cannot stand her

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klarolinedrabbles · 5 years ago

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What are some of the tvd to fandoms greatest hits so to speak... I was only in it for a short time and then jumped out because I couldn't stand to

Oh, well allow me to be your guide. This will be under a read more because I already know, I’m gonna write a whole essay. Shout out to my ride or die @hellsbellschime.

I don’t think any overtly crazy happened during the good!TVD years. No wait, I’m lying.

The year the spin-off got announced, I believe it was tvguide, that posted an article with like info tidbits for currently airing shows. And one of them, was that Hayley was pregnant with Klaus’ kid. I remember this shit so clearly, man. Everyone was so confused. And then they were like SURPRISE, APRIL FOOLS. Because it was in fact April 1st. So ha-ha we all had a laugh, great. Fastforward to what, late April? Episode 4x20 airs, and it’s exactly what happened???

That whole day btw, the day the backdoor pilot for TO aired was just insanity. I’ll say that about a lot of days in this answer, but that day was really just something else. Like we were delirious, that’s the only way I can explain what happened on here. It was a nightmare but also one of the funniest night’s I’ve ever spent on here. I gotta go back for old time’s sake and reblog some of the shit from that night because we all snapped. And not in the good way.

The TVD 100th. Now, we knew Joseph was coming back for that episode so they hype was real. Because up until that point, we’d gotten a huge load of nothing in regards to Klaroline. They released a trailer, a short one, that’s still in my favorites folder on youtube to this day. I rewatch it all the time because it’s iconic. And there was literally .002 seconds of Klaroline. It’s Caroline standing and then Klaus says “hello, caroline” and everyone lost their shit so much when it dropped that ‘hello caroline’ trended ww on twitter.

THE DAY THE NETWORK THAT AIRED TVD IN AUSTRALIA AIRED A PROMO WITH THE KLAROLINE KISS IN 5X11. ICONIC. I literally woke up, logged on at around 11 AM my time, and my dashboard was on fire. It was the BEST. We didn’t know wtf to do, it was amazing.

Paleyfest. Ohhhh buddy, lemme tell ya. So TVD/TO got chosen to have the CW panel’s at Paleyfest that year. Everyone was on a bit of edge because TO to that point was what, almost done with S1 and Klaroline had been given the mega cold-shoulder despite being the very thing other than the Mikaelson’s that got used to lure people in? After the pregnancy plot from hell, everyone was ready to peace tf out, but we got halted because it was a ‘ohh of course it’s gonna continue’ then they tried to nip Klaroline in the bud with 5x11 and no one was having it. So Paleyfest was where we were gonna get some ANSWERS, DAMMIT. I live on the east coast and the festival was held in the west coast so I wasn’t awake when it was happening. I remember making a post about how ‘going to sleep, and hoping when I woke up the answers were good.’. So I went to sleep, woke up a few hours later like 2-3 AM my time, and checked my blog and the first message I had was ‘don’t wake up stephanie, everything is a mess, stay asleep where everything’s fine’ I—

The gist of that was, they basically set JoMo up to be the bad-cop in shutting down Klaroline. He gave this long answer that made absolutely zero sense. The girl who asked the question about Klaroline, who was like 13 at the time, got called a bully for even asking a question at an event she paid to be at. A mess. And JP was like NO CROSSOVERS, ORGANIC, BLAH BLAH. And Paul was sitting next to her going “why can’t the show’s just intersect”, he was right and he said it.

I can’t remember if this was S1 or S2, but somebody tweeted something and Carina replied ‘when you’re found dead in your basement with klaroline written on you this is why’ or something like that, that was a ~fun~ night. And then like half an hour later she was like “I’m sorry, I’ll never tweet about Klaroline again just leave me alone” if you’ve ever seen this fandom refer to ourselves as basement dwellers, this night is why.

NARDUCCI. Can’t forget him. Talk about a man who just didn’t get it. And I don’t mean Klaroline, he just didn’t get anything, nothing in his head has ever clicked, I’m convinced. He used to pick fights on twitter repeatedly. Admitted once that he missed his flight because he was on twitter…arguing with a fan. AND ONE DAY, he decided to just—snap. Went on this hours long tirade against the Klaroline fandom, essentially calling everyone stupid because no one was appreciating the ‘art’ of the show. So when I say it lasted hours, I mean that. Now, you’d think, that he would be done, right? WELL, apparently that wasn’t enough, so the next day, he continued. I remember because I was in this gc on whatsapp, and I remember Erika sending a message to the gc going “omg, Narducci vs KCers round 2″ when I tell you I screamed. The man went on a two-day rampage against this fandom and it was insane.

S6/S2 of TVD/TO was not a fun time. I can genuinely say it was borderline a chore to come on here during that time. It wasn’t fun, every day someone was in argument with someone from production on twitter. Truly the worst year of the fandom, imo. So S7/S3 rolls around and that’s where shit went nuclear.

Hillary and I, are minding our own damn business, when someone come’s to us with information regarding the new seasons. This was post-SDCC, so it’s like the lull of September, waiting for the seasons to start in October. And we get approached with information, talkin bout how Caroline’s gonna be pregnant with Alaric’s twins in S7. When I tell you we didn’t know wtf to do. And we had to like wait on confirmation about it but then we found out it was legit and we were pissed. Literally ask us if we wanted to be in the spoiler game, the answer is no tf we did not. And she and I basically spent two days complaining. LIKE UGHHHH WE DON’T WANNA DO THIS, BUT ALSO THIS IS DISGUSTING, WE CAN’T JUST LET THEM SPRING THIS ON EVERYONE, BUT AGHH WHY US. So we chose collectively, as a duo, because das my other half yo, to blab.

That went over as best as anyone could hope for it to go. Now, flashforward yet again, this time to around late Novemeber/December. I had been sent word that something was going down. TVD/TO lost their Thursday slots and got bumped to Friday’s, so a plan was going on, and they made one. We’d heard that they were rearranging something mid-season because they were gonna make a crossover work, publicly we found out it would be Paul and JoMo that crossover back-to-back. THEN ONE NIGHT—I call it black friday bc that day was a fucking mess—, a friend of mine was friends with an SCer, I wanna say, and she was hearing word that the crossover did have Klaus and Caroline interact via phone call, but that it was very definitively an ending. Because they spoke about Camille and Stefan, etc, etc. Like a closing of the book type thing. So okay, we were like devastated, everyone on twitter was losing their shit. Everyone was pissed, and @-ing the writers all these crazy, sad things, we were a wreck. Ask Hillary about this night because she, I remember, describes it as ‘logging on and reading what everyone else had and not understanding why tf everyone was mad about it’. It was the first and last time that our roles were reversed, and bless her for it.

SO WE’RE SITTING THERE, it’s Saturday, and we kept getting more information and we were like…something isn’t right here. So we did a bit of digging, spoke to a few people and waited it out. LO AND BEHOLD, everything we’d heard about the phone call was false. There was a phone call but the CKers and SCers were so mad about what was actually said in it, that a few of em, ring leaders of the feeble minded, made up a version and passed it around their fandoms as legit till it eventually worked it’s way over to us. So we all jumped the gun on fake information, lmfskdnknsks. Rumor has it, you can still hear Hillary yelling ‘I told you so’ at me through our group chat.

So all was well, I couldn’t tell everyone why not to panic, just that they didn’t need to. Until, this account popped up called tvdspoiler or something on twitter, also saying false information about the phone call. Sending everyone into a panic yet again. I remember this because I was at kmart with my mom, and the kmart by my house was in a basement so I had no cell service. I was able to send like a couple of messages, and was basically like ‘tell everyone to chill, I’ll clear it up when I get home’ did that in like a couple of hours cause then I had to leave to the midnight showing of the force awakens with my friends. So that day was chaotic, but fun. It was the first time I reached 99+ messages on my inbox, lmao.

So that all happened like a good while before we actually saw the episode. But cut to a few weeks later. I woke up at 1 AM my time to drink water, was on tumblr trying to go back to sleep. I checked my inbox and there was this bizarre message talking about ‘got some scoop’ and they were like ‘Finn dies in 3x17, Aurora gets put into some weird sleeping spell in 3x18, Camille and Davina die in 3x19, Lucien dies in 3x20′ and I quite literally laughed??? Literally who wouldn’t. Like who tf would ever believe TO had the balls to do all of that when they never killed anyone off. AND, WHO WOULD BELIEVE THAT SOMEONE WOULD JUST STOP BY, SHARE IT AND LEAVE. So I sent a screenshot to Hillary and was like ‘yo did you get this because wtf’. We often got duplicate messages. And we often got messages of people who were pissed about the two previous times we, from the klaroline fandom of all places, had legit info that wound up being true, that they were just waiting for us to fuck up. So we used to get messages of people pretending they were sharing info, and it was just antis trying to make us look stupid.

SO, Hillary says ‘just answer it because it’s obviously fake’ top ten moments before disaster. I answer it and am like oh haha, and where did that info come from. And they came back like a minute later, saying ‘I have a source’ THEN THEY ELABORATED. They mentioned that Lucien drags Freya and Vincent to Mystic Falls to do this spell with some bullet and etc. So at that point we were like fUCK because that same day we’d found out was in 3x16, which ended with Lucien and this white-oak bullet, having kidnapped Freya. And that’s when we knew, that someone showed up in the middle of the night, spoiled the whole back-half of TO S3—and then left.

The back-half of S3 was so fun??? Every week the info just kept coming true. On the wikia everyone hated me, probably the most anti messages I ever had was during that time, honestly it was great, 10/10 would recommend.

THEN, at some point in our blog history, Hillary had been getting quite a few messages about PT. And she had this fucking line in one of the messages about Phoebe’s pronunciation with her accent for the show, or lack thereof. And she said “weeches and woves will always have a place in my heart” SO THEM PHOEBE TWEETED IT. THAT EXACT LINE, and we were like was she...? So we shrugged off okay. A few days later, she tweeted “hellsbellschime enough, there’s plenty of other things to watch on tv, I hear mad men’s great.” And I—

THIS WAS ON SOME RANDOM ASS SUNDAY. Like I was lounging around, waiting for the new episode of game of thrones and then WHAM, chaos. AND AS IF THAT WASNT ENOUGH, Leah joined in too. Putting a target on my friends back...about her blog that no one was making them read. You can’t make that shit up. And Jenn actually replied to Phoebe’s tweet and got a reply back, and she was all “you’re right, I’m sorry” and then deleted the original tweet, which I still have a screenshot of btw. And then Leah showed up in Hillary’s inbox with this ridiculous three part ask about how she shouldn’t criticize women in the acting industry because of how hard it is for women in that industry which is true, but it doesn’t make you exempt from criticism??? So not sure where she meant to go with that one.

SO THERE WE HAVE IT, our fandom’s greatest hits. I’m sure I can elaborate and insert more, but I’ve been typing for a good 40 minutes.

Told ya, I wrote a whole dissertation, lmaooo.

#Stephanie talks fandom #klaroline #Anonymous

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aesthetic-survivor-of-twd · 5 years ago

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What will you do when you leave this blog? are you still going to be on Tumblr or are you leaving everything? it's sad that we won't be able to speak to you anymore.

(This will be the last post I make on this until the day comes just so i’m not killing everyone’s Tumblr dashboard with my depressing stuff)

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I was going to address this when it actually happened but since some people have been asking me things regarding it ever since it was brought up, i’m going to answer some common questions (hope you don’t mind me compiling them here on your Ask - I just don’t want to annoy anyone with me constantly talking about it on the blog ^^;). Here are some common questions:

When are you leaving?

I don’t know. I want to say after the Louis Character Study but I’ll see how it goes. I might be around for a short while after it in case people want to say anything to me but I can’t see me being here until the end of the year.

What does this actually mean for the blog? Will it be deleted?

I will still be on Tumblr - just not running this blog anymore. This blog will never be deleted, but I won’t be making posts or answering Asks anymore (though given how slow my queue is posting these days I won’t be surprised if it’s still posting even after I leave ^^;). I’ll most likely be using my main Tumblr to reblog normal things and maybe set up a new blog for DC related stuff or something idk.

Is there a way we can still talk to you after it happens?

If you have me on Discord or something then I will still be interacting with you - probably more so actually since I won’t be juggling something else on top of it. As well as that, I might come on here to respond to private messages people send me since I do have friends on here that I talk to.

Why ARE you leaving?

That’s...a very long answer which I don’t think i’ll go into right now. But I guess the simplest way to explain it is that my blog is no longer what it once was and i’m now at a crossroad where I either:

A) Cling onto this blog on the off chance that I have messages to respond to all while dealing with the depression i’ve gotten myself into over it.

B) Leave my blog and move on - helping myself mentally and also leaving my blog with some dignity left instead of driving it into the ground with random nonsense.

It’s kinda hard to explain but I feel like as much as I love this fandom, having myself still linked to it with how everything has changed is just doing more harm to my mental health than good? I don’t know if that makes any sense or not.

My blog died when episode 4 dropped and arguably a little before then. And i’m not complaining - that’s just how things are. I started off in this fandom as a blog analysing the shit out of Louis, then became someone who analyses everything in the season as well as a source of TWDG news and updates.

Without all of the above as well as an audience, I’ve kind of lost my sense of purpose here. And to be someone who was so focused on the above to now no longer having any of that...is kind of depressing? right now I feel like i’m clinging onto old memories because i’m scared to leave them, but i’m not progressing either so i’m just stuck in this weird limbo, you know?

If I don’t leave this blog then i’ll just keep clinging onto it until I make myself worse. I need to put TWDG behind me and move on for my own sake. Which is funny because months ago i’m pretty sure I was all like; “I will never leave this blog until the day I die” lol.

But yeah, I hope people understand what I’m trying to say.

In Conclusion

I’ve always been a firm believer of ending on a high note. I applied that perspective onto TFS when I said that despite being sad that it’s over, I’m glad that Clem’s story ended on a good note and won’t be ruined by being dragged on until it loses what charm it had left.

Well, the same goes for this blog.

I want it to be remembered for the good it did and the joy it brought people - even if it’s ultimately coming to a close. Because the memories I/we had on here were real and i’m forever grateful for them. I don’t want to be remembered as that blog that faded out and just kept talking about depressing stuff until it drowned out everything else. I want to be remembered for what I was during the season when we were all having fun together and gushing over all of the wonderful characters.

Things change and and things end, but that’s okay.

#asks #i'll put it under a read more bar so it's not spamming people

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bazypitchandsimonsnow · 6 years ago

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Winding London Roads

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2955

Summary: Baz wants to ask Simon to move in with him. But he can never make things easy for himself. Based on "obstacle course" request.

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AN: I wasn't sure what "obastacle course" would mean fic wise. I considered doing Simon and Baz in a sort of Indiana Jones-esque scenario, but that ended up getting too long to write considering my school workload and still editing/posting my big bang. I may write it in the future but who tf knows with me. So enjoy this fluff :)

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Baz

After all these years, I’ve realised Simon Snow isn’t going to die kissing me. He’s going to die while driving me.

“Aleister Crowley, Snow, watch out!” I yell. Simon just stops before we get hit by a lorry coming in the round about. It lets out a low, long honk at us. Simon glares at me across his shoulder.

“What the fuck Baz?” he snaps. “Don’t scare me like that!”

I glare right back. “Don’t get us hit by a lorry, then I won’t scare you.”

“I wasn’t going to hit it.” I don’t bother to argue. He’s obviously not going to budge.

This is a terrible idea. Absolutely horrendous. Snow has no business being behind the wheel, especially with me in the passenger seat. But he insisted on it. He’s got his learner’s permit and wants to drive as much as possible to learn. Which means he’s stubbornly decided to drive us to Crowley knows where for some sort of date. If we don’t die before then.

Simon pulls into the roundabout (without crashing us into anything, thank Merlin). He goes far too slow though, and we get many angry honks. It sounds like bloody New York City. But we make our way around eventually, Simon almost misses the exit of course.

“Why couldn't you practice driving some other time?” I ask. “Why must you practice in the middle of bloody London?”

“Because I’m taking you somewhere. And it’s a surprise.”

“You could’ve taken me on the tube.”

“Yeah, but I also need to practice driving in London. It’s where I’ll be driving when I have my full license.”

“No one drives in London, love.”

He turns onto a main street, packed to the bloody gills with regular cars and cabbies alike. Simon makes a grand, sweeping gesture over the windshield. “Then what are those, hm?”

He’s looking all smug and shit, and I just roll my eyes. “Idiots who are driving in London, and shall be for another twenty years at the rate we’re moving.”

Simon glares and sticks his tongue out at me, because he is truly a child at heart. I roll my eyes again and cross my arms.

Like I predict, we sit in traffic for quite awhile. I lean back on the headrest with my eyes closed. Simon probably assumes I’m just tired, which I am, but I’m also thinking. Thinking about something that’s been on my mind for quite awhile. But I’m not sure how to bring it up. Well, I know what I want to say. “Hey Snow, I know Bunce is leaving for America soon, and I know we also agreed we needed to have different roommates for awhile, but it’s been five years. So maybe, we could find our own flat.”

But every time I try to do it I lose my nerve. What if he doesn’t really want to stay in London? What if he still doesn’t feel ready to live with me again? What if he simply doesn’t want to? No reason, no explanation, he just doesn’t want to live with me again. All those possibilities fill my brain like a fog and the words die in my throat. I’m still such a coward sometimes.

Finally, we reach an intersection. “I know I don’t know where we’re going, but you should turn here, Snow. Get off the main drag.”

Simon snorts as he turns. “That sounds so American.”

“Blame Bunce’s boyfriend. His Americanisms are infecting me.”

“His name is Micah, and it’s not just you. I caught myself saying ‘fries’ yesterday instead of chips. Soon I’ll be wearing cargo shorts and an American flag tank top.”

“I will break up with you if you do that.”

We get to another intersection, and Simon turns so he can flash an absolutely shit eating grin at me. “I love you, too, Basilton.”

He says it so casually, because it is casual now. I used to keep track of every ‘I love you’ that came from Simon’s mouth, but after a year or so I lost count. Somehow, it became a simple truth that Simon Snow, former Chosen One and current insane motorist, loves me. I know this well. So why was it so damn hard to just ask the wonderful git to move in with me?

“How are the wonder couple?” I ask. “They’ve been so lovey dovey at your place it makes me want to sick up.”

“Like we’re ones to talk,” Snow chuckles, carefully driving down the narrow cobblestone road. “Pen says she’s getting payback for years of accidentally walking in on us.”

“For Crowley’s sake, that was one time.”

“Three times.”

“In five years!”

“She caught us snogging a lot.”

I scoff and roll my eyes. “Hardly a traumatizing event.”

“Yeah, but I bet she’ll be glad to not have to worry about that at all in America.”

He says it easily, just as easily he tells me he loves me. It’s another simple truth; Penelope Bunce is moving to America with her boyfriend, and Simon and I are staying here. There will be an ocean between Simon and his best friend. It was true, but it wasn’t easy.

I reach over and put a hand on his knee, squeezing it lightly. He doesn’t look down, but I don’t mind. We’ve spent lots of quiet tete a tetes talking about his feelings over this. If it’s easier for him not to acknowledge it now, while he’s trying to get onto a particularly busy London street, that’s fine.

“You know, funny thing,” Simon chuckles, still looking for an opening to turn, “Pen actually told me she’s going to miss you.”

My eyes get impossibly wide. We’ve faced down dragons and supervillain clones, but somehow that is the most improbable thing I’ve ever heard. “Seriously? Miss me? She bickers with me constantly.”

“Yeah, because you’re the only one who can keep up with her. She told me she’s going to miss all your smarty pants book talks. But don’t tell her I told you that. She doesn’t want to blow up your ego.”

I snort, but only to cover up my embarrassment. Bunce and I are friends, sure, but the fact that she’s actually going to miss me hits somewhere deep in my gut. Because, well, I will admit, I like our “smarty pants book talk” too. And I’m going to miss having them too.

“Oh Crowley,” I say quietly, the revelation washing over me, “I’m going to miss her too.”

Simon chuckles, sounding unusually smug. “Uh, yeah. You just figured that out?”

I would flick his smug, gorgeous face if he wasn’t driving. So I just roll my eyes. “Fuck off. I’m not good with feelings, you know that.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just rare that I know something that you don’t. Let me bask in that for moment.”

“Arsehole.”

“And you love me.”

I squeeze his knee again, holding for a tad longer. I’m still not superb at physical affection but this seems right. “I do, a lot.”

“Well, that’s good to know,” he teases. I love that we can tease each other about it. Because it’s so well established. I love him I want to spend my entire life with him. And first step would be living together. I wish I could just ask him. Maybe if I lead into it...

“So,” I say slowly, “Fiona has met someone.”

Simon perked up, partly from what I said and partly because the light suddenly turns red. The car jerks forward slightly. I knock my knees against the front, but it’s honestly better than getting into a fender bender.

“Oh really? Uh, drummer or travel blogger?” Simon asks, voice still a bit strained probably from our near accident.

I chuckle. “Actually, no. She’s a fellow vampire hunter, the first mage she’s dated in ages. And they’re very serious, I think.”

Simon makes a weird noise as drove ahead. What is going on in that beautiful head of his? “Well, that’s good. I sorta like Fiona by now. She deserves to be happy and all that shite. After all the stuff she went through.”

He’s talking weirdly. It’s not bad or good, just...weird. Like he’s holding himself back maybe. But he also sounds on edge. For someone usually so obvious he was being very closed off right now. “Uh, yeah. They’re good. You’ll probably meet her at the next horrible Grimm-Pitch Christmas dinner.”

“Looking forward to it,” he chirps.

I snort. “Sure you are.” I rub my hand up and down his rough denim. I find the feeling comforting. Well, I find everything involving Simon comforting, really. But this is particularly nice. “But yes, Fiona is very happy. She’s very in love. However, her girlfriend lives far up north.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. And she’s pretty attached to the north. So, she’s thinking about...relocating.”

Simon made a sharp turn on to another side street. I’m forced closer to the window, letting me look around at the buildings. Huh, I don’t think I’m familiar with this part of London. Where is he taking me? “Oh, really?”

“Mhm. I know Fiona must really love her to get her to consider moving out of London. But it’s becoming a real possibility. She’s actually thinking of selling her flat.”

He makes another turn so sudden my head nearly bashed into the side. Is he going faster? “That’s really neat,” he says, voice strained.

What’s going on with him? Why is he going so fast? Why is he so nervous? Does it have something to do with Bunce? I hope not. He’s already stressing about that enough, I didn’t think it could get worse. I hold his leg tight. “Simon, love, are you-”

“We’re here!”

The car comes to a sudden, screeching halt. I nearly bash my head into the dashboard and my nails dig into Simon’s thigh. Once I’ve collected myself, I’m concerned about my suspension and tired.

“Snow,” I hiss, “what the fuck? Are you trying to kill me? Are you alright?”

“Sorry, love, sorry. Just almost missed it.”

“Missed what?”

Simon grins, teeth reflecting the light so he really is the sun. “Come out and see.”

Okay, that’s ominous. But he’s smiling so genuinely, and I love him, and I trust him. So despite my natural caution, I step out of my car with him.

“Ta-da!” Simon shouts, arms spread wide like a grand TV presenter. And I’m...confused.

“What is it?” I ask with genuine bewilderment.

Simon frowns almost pathetically. “What do you think it is, arsehole?”

“Uh...” I look around. We’re standing in front of a boxy World War Two era apartment building. It’s alright though. The grey cement isn’t too ugly, and it looks clean. The garden is lovely though. It’s lush with a veritable rainbow of lovely flowers. I know Simon has been getting into gardening. (His therapist told him to find something that made him happy. That turned out to be getting his hands dirty and pretty flowers.)

“The garden?” I say. “It’s very lovely. Yours is nicer though, love.”

Simon rolls his eyes and groans. “No, not the garden.” He shook his arms. “The building, Baz. I’m talking about the building.”

I look it over again. Has Simon taken a new interest in post 1945 architecture? “It’s a nice building, but I think I need some more context.”

“Right, right, sorry.” He steps forward and takes one of my hands in his. I have to stop myself from getting distracted by his warm, calloused fingers. “We’re here at this building because there’s an open flat here, and I think we should look at it. As somewhere we could live. Together.”

My eyes got incredibly, impossibly wide. My dead heart is roaring in my ears. He’s not joking. He’s smiling softly, holding my hand, absolutely nothing but genuine caring. I’m dumbstruck, just standing there looking at him. I can’t believe it.

“You...” I say softly, “you want to move in with me?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, like it’s obvious.

“But, I thought we wanted different roommates...”

Simon looks surprised for a moment, eyes going wide. Then he bursts out in raucous laughter. He throws his head back, curls falling down his neck. I turn beat red and look at the ground.

“Fuck off,” I grumble.

Simon’s hand travels up my arm, stepping closer. I’m immediately comforted by his scent; brown and sweet, mixed with his shea butter shampoo. I would happily die with that smell in my nose.

“I’m sorry,” he cooed. “But Baz, that was five years ago. We were both freshly traumatized and still trying to figure out our relationship. But we’re better now, right?” I nod, because he’s right. We’re not perfect but we’re absolutely better. “Exactly. So since Penny is...going away soon, maybe we can try living together again. If you want to, that is. We don’t have to.”

I start nodding immediately. I don’t need to hesitate anymore, because he absolutely wants this as much as me. “No, I absolutely want to. I’ve, uh, actually been agonizing for ages over how to ask you, but I kept coming up with reasons not to.”

Simon giggles and takes my other hand. “You gotta get out of your own big head sometimes, love. It’s a fucking maze up there.”

“Yeah,” I sigh, “I know. But you seem to be able to navigate it. Or at least blow it to bits.”

“That’s my specialty,” he chirps. He tugs me towards the building, ascending one step. The sunlight makes his hair sparkle just like his smile. All my anxieties dull under that grin. Merlin, he’s incredible. “C’mon, let’s go.”

I follow him up the steps, squeezing his hand. “Absolutely.”

We go in, and the building manager takes up to the flat. It’s a nice place. There’s some furnishings, a queen sized bed, and a nice bathroom. Simon runs around looking at every room. He’s mumbling about how we could arrange furniture and where Bunce and Micah could stay when they visit. I ask the manager about money related things like rent and utilities and security deposit. It all seems reasonable enough. Though Simon did say there were other places. We should probably check them out first.

“Baz!” Simon yells. “There’s a balcony!”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “Excuse me,” I say to the building manager. He gives me a nod and a smile, a very gracious man.

I walk towards Simon’s voice. Just off the living room, he’s standing on a small balcony, hands holding the railing as he leans out. I would be more worried but his wings are still there even if they’re invisible. (He can’t really fly but he can certainly glide.) I stand next to him, putting an arm across his waist.

“Look at this view!” he says. “You can see half of London from here. Imagine it at night.”

He’s right, it’s gorgeous. The buildings both old and new are spread out before us. I can see Canary Wharf and a few of London’s castles too. There’s a lush green park with a dazzling fountain only a few blocks away. Even the Thames looks pretty from here. I smile and lean against him.

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper. “Though we’re going to look at other places too, love.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ve got a list on my phone. And just to be clear, we’re not looking at Fiona’s place.”

What? I look at him with resounding bewilderment. “Why would we look at Fiona’s place?”

Simon looks at me with just as much confusion. “Isn’t that what you were about to say before? Fiona’s moving, so you want us to take her place.” He frowns in some sort of determined annoyance. “But I don’t like it there. It’s too richy rich for me, and I, uh,” his cheeks go a bit red and he looks down at his feet, “sorta want us to get a new flat just for us, y’know? Something new that’s only our’s. I-It’s stupid, I know, I-”

“No no,” I say, pulling him closer, “it’s not stupid. I want somewhere for us too. And for the record, I wasn’t saying we should take Fiona’s place. The rent is insane, it is too richy rich, and the marijuana and nicotine smell have permeated the walls.”

“Yeah, exactly. I wanted to get here to show you to this place before you said something.”

“Hence why you drove like a madman?”

“...yes.”

I chuckle and lean my cheek on his soft hair. “Well, I was actually talking about Fiona to not so subtly bring up that I was going to be without a flat soon, so we should find one for ourselves. Though I did thoroughly enjoy fearing for my life.”

He kicks my ankle. “Fuck off.”

I press a kiss to his temple. “Never. You’d miss me too much.”

“Unfortunately, yes.” He puts his arm around my shoulder and presses closer. His warmth is almost infectious. “I’m looking forward to it though. Having our own place. That’s not a dorm room and we don’t avoid each other because we’re y’know, magical mortal enemies and shit.”

Crowley, who allowed this man to be so adorable? It’s criminal. I tilt his head up and kiss him softly. It’s slow, simple, filled with truths; I love Simon Snow, Simon Snow loves me, we both need new places to live, we want to live together again, and it’s going to be fantastic. Part of me is kicking myself for ever being worried. But a bigger part of me wants to keep kissing him. So I do just that, like I want to for the rest of our goddamn lives.

I can’t wait to start this new chapter.

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AN: So what was the real obstacle course? London's insane fucking roads, the conversation, or Baz's anxieties? Oooooo so many questions, I'm such a deep writer, ooooo. Jk jk, it's whatever you think it is. This fic is not that deep lol. After writing Black Swan, it was nice to write some simple fluff. It's a bit meandering and weird sure but was fun to write. Hope y'all enjoyed reading it. And thanks to the person who requested :)

I've got like three requests still sitting in my inbox and I'm gonna try to get those done as quickly as possible. Also, reminder, I'm not taking anymore fic requests rn but will most likely open them again in May after exams. School sucks ugh.

If you guys like this, feel free to check out my ongoing Swan Lake AU fic The Black Swan. Thanks for reading, see you guys again soon!

#carry on #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #fluff #post canon #these boys can't communicate #mysnowbazfic

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acceldance · 7 years ago

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Hey you, @your top 10 blogs and say why :D

I wonder if anyone is catching onto the fact that I am making icons for this as I go--BUT, WITH THAT BEING SAID! I had to think long and hard about this because well, I couldn't think of 10 blogs off the top of my head due to the fact that well, I don't talk to a lot of people ooc so this might be a mixture of mun/muse picking! I guess this is going to be a bit of a follow forever since I hit my milestone too.

@gctgud / @p-rimeape: LOOK AT THE GROWTH ON YOU! I remember when we used to talk about tumblr and you refused to come here. You were dedicated to the other platform until you saw the light and I couldn't be happier. You've learned a lot and it shows through your writing. You've adapted, acknowledged and exceeded expectations that you've laid out for yourself. You're a really great writer, I mean that. Its a marvel to see you write out any scenario and give it a flare that ought to be canon. You're doing so well and I know you'll keep on doing well. Don't stop. Can't stop--won't stop. You wanna be number one? Then go for it. I truly believe you have the ability to do so because when you have an idea, you not only hit the ground running, but you keep on running even if you don't have any backers or supporters. You use the drive to prove people wrong to further your cause and win them over with it later. Its great to see, its great to experience and its great to be on the other end cheering. NOW GET ON HERE AND RP WITH ME!

@challengingods: You are quite the character. You not only care for your muse, the people that you rp with, and the people outside of your inner circle but you have the ability and the drive to want to better with what you have. Some people would just stay stagnant and just keep what they have going right now. You on the other hand, like the feeling doing better by your character; you want to be able to expand on Goku and take him to heights others haven't. That is something that a lot of people don't do nowadays and that is something that a lot of people, I feel, lack. So, I feel that this is why a lot of people tend to leave their muses after a while because they don't feel that same connection with their character anymore. Your relationship with our muse is like a relationship with a person: In order to have that connection, you have to work with your character.

@hybrid-warrior: Well, well, fucking--well. What do we have here? Another pig for the slaughter? Ok, I might be musing the wrong character but, let's try this again. You're a great person both IC and OOC, even with your moments. Its interesting to see your interactions with other people on both your blogs; you don't make it seem as though you're rping with someone from other walks of life or even other fandoms. You make them feel at home with your characters and you make the reading experience for me and others (I'd assume) more enjoyable. I'm sure they're a lot of people who would like to see how different characters would act with others and I believe we have the ability to do so whether we notice it or not. Let your imagination run wild--its doing great for you.

@viticsus : VEGETA!!! I've never seen someone put forth so much love and dedication into their character like you have. Ten years as Vegeta? Holy shit! I think the longest I've ever rped a character solidly was Legolas for almost two years. You represent the prince of all Saiyan(s) in a way I'm sure he'd enjoy. You stick to him; you don't waiver on his emotions nor his mannerisms. You have so many people out here that are more than willing to bend their character some in order to fit narratives BUT NOT YOU! Oh lort not you and that is a breath of fresh air. I don't know how I'd feel if I saw Vegeta acting like, say, Goku or Gohan. I'd leave my dashboard. Your Vegeta is a gem and a forced to be reckoned with and its my honor and pleasure to have the ability to rp with them.

@z-amasu: WHERE TF U AT TO GET THIS LOVE? WHERE IS MY WONDERFUL SADIST? Well, you might be reading this, you might not--not sure, but your Zamasu/Goku Black is, to me, one of a kind. He's unyielding. He's relentless. He's a spectacle. Did you know you were my first rp fight in a long time? YEA--MY FIRST TIME GETTING BACK INTO FIGHTING IS AGAINST GOKU BLACK (GG). But your patience with me and the way you wrote your responses sang to me--like, it literally did. You can put music to your responses and they'll fucking sing. You have an elegance about you and it really reflects in Goku Black and your writing since, although he is what he is, it his complex that exerts his elegance, which comes out in your writing. COME HOME SOLIDER! WE MUST YOU!!!

@icefier: *SPRAWLS OUT ON YOUR DASH* MY BAE No, but seriously, I see you on the dash as Frieza and I instantly stop what I'm doing to see what you have to say because, I always need a dose of frieza and yours always gives me what I'm looking for. When you dig yourself out the snow, come back to the dash--k?

@doctormyuu / @scperxvii: I never thougth I'd rp with a super seventeen to be honest. I never thought I'd see the day. But, you made the day and our rp apparently already has my muse breaking her usual antics. THEN AGAIN--I CAN'T BLAME HER FOR THIS! Its a joy to write, to see you perform and you see you on the dash. How many people you know would take up a character like Dr. Myuu? That shows dedication and love for a character.

@undinaes: What can I say about my child---I can say a lot and it'd probably be roast city and the last thing we all need to smell is the stench of salt water fish being cooked over an open fire. But, what I love most about Kas is Kas. Kas the sass--she gets it from mama

@ryuuseiken: WHOEVER HAS A PROBLEM WITH LILLI NEEDS TO COME SEE ME SO I CAN KNOCK Y'ALL DOWN A PEG. HOW CAN YOU HAVE SUCH A PROBLEM WITH SUCH A WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING? SUCH A SWEETHEART? WHO THE HELL DIDN'T HUG Y'ALL???? My lilli is my world. She is one of my best friends and I'll put on my armor and go to war for Lilli. Y'all don't need to test me, gt it?

@ALL OF U CAUSE WITHOUT ANY OF YOU, THIS BLOG WOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE. WITHOUT YOUR SUPPORT, I WOULD'VE PROBABLY DELETED BY NOW. Seriously, I bounced around the idea of deleting 18 so many times now because I felt that not a lot of people wanted to rp with me or even be around me. I wasn't sure if it was because of the lack of ooc, my shipping choice or just the fact that they probably don't feel 18 the way I do, but its nice to be proven wrong. I get tagged in so much positive stuff that I'm in amazement. I honestly, never expect people to say anything nice about me; I don't expect them to talk about me in a positive light or anything of the sort. It really is nice to see that they're people out there that actually are human beings still and don't allow their idealism and whatnot to get in the way of them being a human being to others.

Thank you, everyone.

-D.B. Cooper.

#✪ 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝙱𝙰𝙳𝙻𝚈 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗? (ASKBOX)#✪ 𝙸'𝚖 𝙳.𝙱. 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗. (OOC)#so much shit I had to write---my god #imma go watch my history stuff now #k thx~#long post for ts #Anonymous

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rpausandwhatifs · 4 years ago

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TF Do I Look Like To You?!|| Persephone and Isla

@wishes-in-the--markmark @ledabunnie-rp @nerdynumme-rp

Persi had to beg Reiner to come with her, but once she explained herself, he thought it would be a fun trip. He had honestly never seen Persi drive or her license, and was most sure she didn't have it yet, but they were around the same age, it's high time she stopped acting like a heathen. Reiner really wasn’t trying to judge her, but as someone who cares about her (still was never sure if it was deep enough or not)

"Thanks for coming," Persi said watching road.

"Yeah. I needed to get outta the house. I had time to kill since school's remote," Reiner explained.

"Baby sister getting on your nerves? Miss your girl?" She as she propped her legs up on the dashboard.

"Uhh no..my parents were actually..and..I-I don't have a girlfriend," Reiner quadruple taking at Persi because her seat belt wasn't on but the car was quiet. He pulled the car over and stopped looking at her.

"What's up? Why'd you stop? You wanna switch?" She asked, turning her head.

"Put your seat belt on, please," he says leaning back and turning his head to her.

“That’s what you pulled over for?” she asked with annoyance.

“A ticket for not wearing your seat belt in California is like $250-”

“I don’t care. My parents have the money!” she snapped.

“It’s not about the money! Your parents don’t wanna have to pay for your casket because you got thrown through a windshield,” Reiner reasoned with her, and he breathed, “Just..put it on, Persi..”

“I’ll wear one if I drive,” she said back.

“Okay..I gotta see your license,” he said, a little more excited.

Persi pulled out her wallet and took out the card, passing it over to him, “I just got it after having my permit since my birthday...AND I have a clean driving record.”

Reiner knew that she was smart enough to have a fake license and he looked at her then tilted it in the light, and saw the shimmering watermarks. He was impressed, “Alright, can you at least do the speed limit?” he asked as he unbuckled his seat belt getting out to switch with her.

~~~

“So..is she..your girlfriend?” Reiner asked as they parked outside of the loft building, she pulled out her phone to text the girl.

“No..she..well..Yeah she is. She and I kinda don’t like thinking of ourselves as girlfriends but we’re tight you know? It was my turn to come and get her so we can hang out,” Persi was trying to explain and saw the message from her saying that she was coming down. Reiner nodded, “Can you get her bags?”

“Yea sure,” he said, getting out of the car with her.

Isla was so excited to leave out and get some air with Persi and maybe she can get more personal with Persephone. She was confused she opened her door and seen the big boy standing at the back of the rental with the hatchback open. She stopped and looked at Persi with furrowed eyebrows. “Who the fuck is he?” she called out as the ginger approached her.

“My cousin. He needed a break from his perfect family and we’re working on our friendship,” Persi said, snaking her hands around the girl’s waist, knowing that touch calms her down in most situations. The girl fidgeted and picked up her bags, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just us...It’s always been just us..you’re not lying to me, are you? That’s not your boyfriend, right?” Isla asked, walking her bags over to the car, tolerating Persi’s hand on her waist. “What’s your name, man?” she asked, dropping her bags in front of her.

“Reiner...it’s nice to meet you, Isl-” he started before she cuts him off.

“Shut up! I don’t want you here,” Isla bites at him, “Persi is the lump driving?”

“Yes. He’s driving,” he said as he closed the hatch and walked to the driver’s seat, closing the door.

Isla stood back from the car and pouted. Persi realizes she's not in the car. "Is she okay?" Reiner asks, causing Persi's attention to shift. Persephone gets out of the car and pulls her off behind the car.

"What's your deal, Buttercup?" she asks, pushing her hair over and fixing the girl's flyaway, which was met with a swift slap from Isla and she was about to push her until Persephone grabs her arms and pulls her wrists together and then pulls it behind her back, "Stop! Talk to me...Isla! What's wrong?"

Isla panics for a little bit as she realized she's in the girl's "calm down" hold. Then tries to remember what's happening since there doesn't seem to be her parents as the cause and her bags are in the car. Then she trails her eyes to the hatch window and the boy in the front seat, looking down at her hoodie. "This is his..You lied to me! You told me you were single.." she whined, twisting in her hold, purposefully not locking eyes with Persephone.

"I told you he's just along for the ride..It's about time we got some muscle and a guy to pass in the hick-towns, you know?" she tried to convince the girl, trying to follow where her head is going.

"Then why do you have his hoodie?! You had this when we met! I'm not getting into any fucking poly!" Isla pushed her arms and pushed Perspephone back, which caused her to snap and grab the now-blonde brunette and slam her against the car, both of them shouting and fighting until Persephone grabs her wrists again and pins them to the car.

"Fucking chill!" she barks at her, even while she struggled.

"Let me go!~"

"You gonna stop?"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Promise me you're gonna stop."

"Pers~"

"Pers nothing, stop freaking out."

"Pers!"

"Shhh! Listen to me..chill out. Alright. Promise you'll stop screaming and being a bitch. When I tell you that Reiner is basically my cousin. He's been cousin-zoned. He's off limits for me. I have his hoodie because he said he didn't want it anymore!"

"Seriously?" she asked, softening up.

"Seriously," Persephone sighed, locking eyes with the girl and loosening her grip, her touch softening.

"The hell is going on back here?!" Reiner asked as he had exited the car and bustled to the hatch.

“Nothing I haven’t already solved. Get in the car..And don’t start your shit about seat belts,” Persephone said walking to the backseat with Isla and opened the door while she went in before her.

Once they drove out of LA, Isla and Persephone were comfortable watching the open road while Reiner quietly drove against the bright streets. “Hey, Reindeer..can you make a left off this next exit? There’s this place I wanted to show Persi.”

“It’s Reiner..And how far off? We’re supposed to be at the suite in like a few hours...” he said with a little concern.

“Come on, dude! A few days won’t hurt!” Persephone said, “You told her you’re not in any rush to get back to your parents being all lovey dovey..So let’s enjoy our trip!”

“His too?” Isla asked leaning into Persephone’s touch.

“Oh yeahh. His parents were like the perfect good girl and jock-like meathead couple back at school,” Persephone said, leaning her head on the other girl, giggling.

“Who are his parents?” Isla asked.

“Rosanna and Mark,” Reiner finally said, slightly indignant.

“Oh yeah...My dad used to fuck her back in the day-” Isla said.

“How was that?” Reiner asked, trying his hardest to hold back stopping the conversation.

“From what he told me they were just young and stuck inside a lot so he’d just go and get her rocks off even if it wasn’t the real thing..Then they hung out before your brother’s baby shower? I dunno he said they were separated and she and him hung out for a while,” Isla said while she fought Persephone lightly since she was covering her in kisses.

Reiner was surprised at how tame their relationship was and wondered why his mother never brought it up. It really put into perspective for him that his parents felt safer leaving their past in the past, definitely something that wasn’t necessary to tell their kids. Growing up, it made sense, but now he couldn’t stand them. They were too perfect and a little too selfish. It was interesting to think that while he was sleeping, waiting for the day his father came back, his mom was staying out and having fun. This imperfection made him think of what exactly his father did while he wasn’t with his mother.

He just kept thinking back to the baby shower and how he heard noises and an ambulance came for whatever was going on inside the house. It was a really fun magic show on the yard but he could see his mother being walked out to the ambulance by the EMTs. His father following right behind her in handcuffs. They never talked about it, and he’d never brought it up again. His father gave him a weird story about how they were talking and she felt labor pains, but someone had fell down some steps and because they live in California, they put him in handcuffs to make sure it wasn’t a domestic situation.

Isla mentions that her mom had came there but just for the party and that she didn’t expect for her old flame to be there. Not long after that she explained to her daughter that she was pregnant with her. Persephone was in the middle of a custody battle with her birth parents so all of this went over her head. Isla chimes in to tell Reiner to turn off the road, but begins to see how much Reiner could use a break like this. She begins to see his and Persi’s dynamic unfold before her, even as she got lost in arms of the girl she missed.

They all talked about school and what it’s been like for them to just be stuck at home, to which they all agreed would be better if their parents didn’t work from home already. The upside, that Persephone and Reiner pointed out, was that their parents were there to watch their younger siblings, who appreciated the extra attention they were getting from what the older kids could see. They just wanted space. Isla would love to get to those other layers in Reiner, and this trip was proving to be her only opportunity.

They drive up to this abandoned overnight campground, long forgotten from the 70s and 80s. Reiner was nervous about the fact that they were trespassing, asking the girl how she found out about this to no answers. Let loose upon this entire campground they found the office, still full of files and documents, laughing at some of the pictures. Isla stumbles upon the proceedure to turn on the water for the cabins and mess hall.

After some very spirited games of darts, foosball and , Persephone and Isla stumble across a loose floorboard with a cookie tin under one of the broken down cabins, they sat and read the notes these two kids left for each other, finding out that they had the girls’ camp one week and the boys’ the following week. They had been planning to meet for years, but obviously since the camp shut down the spring before they could see it through.

Reiner took a lot of pictures of the flowers and a few wildlife, making a note that he was going to get up and go on the morning hikes with his parents instead of pulling all-nighters for homework and extra credit. He didn’t feel himself again today and was starting to really hope that this small thought was the beginning of sunny days in his chest and in his head. He walked over to the giggling girls in the dilapidated cabin, “You girls having fun in here?” he asked, pushing his hand through his hair and drenching it with sweat.

The girls exit and they figure out what they want to eat for dinner for the night, stopping for some In-N-Out not too far from their site. They sit up and tell stories while they pass around a bottle of brandy, Reiner apprehensive to taking sips. He tries a really small shot and doesn’t really like the taste, quickly trying the cola with another shot and not hating it as much. He decided to drink water for the rest of the night to flush out his system since they were driving the rest of the way to the suite in the late morning tomorrow. He was surprised nothing happened, despite being scared about drinking underage but he couldn’t lie about the fact that he sleep so much better even though what he drank merely coated his tongue.

They afixed a tent to the roof of the car and put an air mattress inside for Reiner to sleep there and also be on guard. Isla and Persi slept inside on a bed of duvets and mattress pads Persephone brought from home. The girls obviously stayed up later and fooled around with their drunken antics before Persephone decided to roll up and smoke the ancient weed so that she could sleep and they didn’t dip into their stash, Isla passing on it as sleep finally came down on her.

Being as Isla usually had trouble sleeping all of the way through, so woke up early, snaking out of Persi’s arms with an excuse to go to the bathroom. The girl noticed that Reiner had been missing from the roof rack fortress, so after completing her sunrise ritual and thinking about making sun tea to better motivate her until her next nap in the car, she searched for the creek and saw Reiner with a bright mat, stretching his body up against the babbling waterway. He looked pretty amazing if she could say so herself. She walked upstream to talk, almost startling the other. “Huh?!” he asked, looking down and pulling his headphones out of his ears, “Isla...I didn’t expect to see you this early given how late you were up...”

“OH...uhh sorry if we kept you up..” she apologized shyly.

“Eh,” Reiner shrugged, going into his next pose, “I hadn’t slept in 3 or 4 days at this point, not your fault. Also you two weren’t the loudest things out here, I found out,” he said, straining a little as Isla gave him worried eyes.

“I don’t sleep for long periods of time,” she said, sliding off her shoes, feeling the sand on the bank in her toes and liked the mixture of dirt in it. She tried to mime and mirror Reiner, trying to figure out which routine he was doing and joined along, “I hope you don’t mind me joining.”

“Nah...I’m surprised you caught on actually...”

“I do it myself to balance chakras and a bunch of other witchy things..I’m trying to calm Persi’s energy by getting her into witchcraft..but it’s hard because Persephone is just..It’s hard when you’re two people in one body,” she shrugged.

“Yeah...I guess..My parents always do it, so it makes me feel good after because it’s like stretching. Then I usually go workout with my dad a little so that I’m warmed up for practice after school because I recovered all day eating and going to class..”

“Wow...You’re so organized and your parents are so..involved. I kinda wish I had that, or siblings to make the times when mine aren’t involved...less empty.”

“Yeah, but since I’m older they give more attention to the little ones, and I’m not jealous or anything, but now..it just seems like they have time for each other, and the babies..I dunno what to do now that my -like- next 6-9 months can’t happen. It was like, the only thing keeping me going.”

“Football and going to college for football?”

“Uhhh not really. I guess the fact that I was working towards something? That...it was certain. I guess you could say....Aaaannnd finish strong..!”

“Uh huh...is that the reason why you’re not sleeping..you feel like you’ve lost purpose?~”

Reiner and Isla stop and he shakes out his tension, looking at the girl and playing back what she said in his head, “Purpose? Like the reason to live purpose?”

Isla huffed and scoffed, “No~ more like..it’s what made your life feel whole and gave you peace of mind. And without it...You’re questioning yourself and your angry at something that makes you feel like you failed at something even though you didn’t but essentially it was out of your control?”

“Yeah...wow..it..uhh makes my chest stuffy and tense like..I’m nervous and scared...”

“Does your dad die from smoking?” she asked after he rolls up his mat and walks over to the huge rock and log that hangs over the widening of the creek.

“Nobody in my house smokes,” he said affirmatively.

“Your mom sneaked cigs with my dad, remember? So, how about you figure it out now?” she asked, sitting on top of the rock, throwing her legs over and wets her feet. She enjoyed the cool stream on her feet and the little bubbles rushing up her skin tickling her, and Reiner followed her as he took his shoes off and dips his feet in, shivering a little. The girl reached in her pocket and pulled out the unfinished blunt they had rolled and lit it. She was expecting the boy to freak out and ask politely to put it out, but instead he sat back and breathed her secondhand smoke with such calm and without hesitation. She pulls back and gives him a look.

Reiner understood why she pulled back, since he remembered the little bit of smoking culture of waiting his “turn”. Also, she was still protecting him, but his chest was pained, even after the yoga. He couldn’t take a naproxen or acetometaphin. Hell, he remembers his mother handing him a vallium by accident and nothing happened. Now he couldn’t focus, but he can’t always go on a walk. He felt so weird being the odd one out now when he’s been through many a family gathering and abstained even though Persi and a few of the others didn’t, but Harlan was always there to give him the reassurance he needed. Harlan was home from college, but he had his own things going on. His mother nor Harlan could be there forever to ease his chest or give him the reasons or tell him he’s comfortable where he was. Nobody was going to protect him anymore. He was too scared to move, he wasn’t thinking. He waited until she was done with her turn, sliding it off of her fingers and looked at her, “So..what do I do?”

“I’ll give you brownie points for remembering the golden rule...But inhale slow cus the air carrying the smoke is hot. Puff out your cheeks then swallow the air slow and hold it for a little then let it go,” Isla explained quickly.

“Am I supposed to cough or something?” he asked looking at it strangely.

“Yes, but you’ll just get higher faster, you’re only getting the one hit. I don’t have my license and I wanna get to the diner without dealing with Persi’s roadrage,” she said, taking it back in her fingers.

“Are..you gonna finish it?” he asked.

“No. I’m not. I don’t remember a lot of last night either because of what Persephone and I did or because I did too much or bc this ancient ass grass snuck up on me.”

“What? How does..marijuana sneak up on you?”

“Oh my god you sound like such a square~! It’s one of those things where if you’re trying a new strain it’ll get you higher than expected in an unexpected timeframe...” she says, pushing her hair back and leaning back on the rock, Reiner follows.

“Oh..” Reiner said taking some deep breaths as he felt this calming forcing its way into his chest, “Woah...”

“Woah what?...You alright?” Isla asked, turning her head.

“My chest stopped hurting..like it doesn’t feel tight anymore. I feel..like..wow..I need to do yoga. I need to do my routine again now that I feel like this..” he says, dropping his hand into the water while he took very steady and even breaths, listening more intently to the babbling of the creek. He brought it back up and pushed it through his hair and loved the fact that he was calm.

“See? And how about we try some other types of yoga..Like where we take our clothes off and really embrace the energy?” Isla suggested, putting it out and stuffing it into her shorts.

“I’ve heard of naked yoga, but..do you think that’s..safe? Out here?” he asked hesitantly.

“We started out here as children of the earth, I’m sure she won’t mind..Also we’re going to the suite like right after breakfast so you’ll be able to properly wash off soon,” she was sure to be vague about the goddess of nature and the sun goddess, since they were about to do a ritual.

Reiner was still unsure and thought about what she was saying and honestly, she wasn’t wrong and this girl doesn’t copy Persephone, but is her foil. It just made her better to sit down and talk to, and waste time with her. When she spoke to him, he felt like he could believe what she was saying because she’s lived it, it just comes through. He’d have to ask Persi if she could bring her along all the time. The boy looked over and saw the girl standing stark naked a few feet away, a little shocked. He wondered if he zoned out because he was thinking so hard or if he was stuck because he was buzzed and his thoughts slowing down made him forget the time passing. He sat up and pulled off his shirt.

Back at their little base, Persi had woken up and wondered where those two had gone, hearing their laughter in the distance, she followed their sounds. She found the creek and could barely see them upstream looking like they were doing yoga, so she took off her shoes and started walking on the sand of the beach.

Reiner and Isla were laughing through most of the poses but they both did feel so much better and limber from sitting and driving for so many hours as well as the activities they’ve gotten up to yesterday. Isla looked at Reiner and was so confused because she’s never felt more comfortable naked in front of a man than she did right now. It could be the weed, but also, she just loved his energy he brought. She knew Persi and Persephone didn’t mean to be angsty and chaotic, but being around Reiner was a nice change of pace. She didn’t feel any sexual tension or pressure, so she thought she’d ask him a very fitting question. “Hey can you like..massage my back and help me crack my spine? Yoga for some off reason doesn’t do anything for my back but my extremities feel so good,” she said once she was finished brushing the sand off her knees.

“I gave you the more comfortable sleeping spot, and you definitely need to work on your form..Why don’t you ask Persi to do it?” he said, not able to believe her at first.

“Persi is too rough, and she’s impatient she goes too fast. Also, she usually wants to have sex with me, and I just need someone strong to break my back for me,” Isla bit back.

“Alright, well can you give me a rub down when we get to our suite?” he asks, watching her lay on the rock.

“Why don’t you ask Persi to do it?” she asked him mockingly.

“Her and I don’t have the established boundaries for her just to be rubbing my back. Just because you and I click and we can have that energy like you said, doesn’t mean I get that from her...Also, you just said that she’s heavy-handed and impatient.”

Isla loved how Reiner’s hands felt on her body when he held her up while they did the yoga poses, she didn’t expect for his hands to be better at massages and knowing how to crack her back. She was making so many noises while trying to tell him exactly where to go and communicating what was working that when he stopped and looked up to see Persi, she immediately shoved Reiner into the creek.

“What the fuck?!” Persi asked furrowing her brows, “What the fuck were you two doing? Why’d you just push him into the creek?”

“‘Cus..uhh he tried to kiss me-”

“Where are your clothes?” Persi asked.

“O-over there...”

“And...what were you doing again? Cus I don’t think you lied to me right the first time,” she said, getting more frustrated.

“We were hanging out...And uhhh..phew! That water was cold!” Reiner said, finally climbing out of the creek and throwing his clothes on, walking toward Persi, and handing Isla her clothes. “Persi...believe me..we were doing yoga and she asked me a favor. It doesn’t sound as bad as it looks..”

Persi scoffed and turned around and walked away, tears streaming down her face. She felt so betrayed, unsure of how she could be so stupid, but also that what she saw surprised her and made her jealous. They were stuck on this trip and Persephone just couldn’t calm down now. She really thought Isla didn’t like him that much. She was wondering what changed in the matter of 2 days. From her being completely content with Reiner and her being happily at arm’s length, to him trying to lie about having sex with Isla. Maybe he was right: she was too possessive. The girl was taking all of this out on a dilapidated cabin- breaking all of the windows and using one of the loose pipes to break more things and the petrified wood. It was becoming more clear that yes she was jealous of Isla possibly and allegedly having sex with Reiner, and just a little hurt by Reiner seemingly lying to her about building some sort of a connection. She realized how bad it was that she had gotten angry that they had gone off together.

Isla had spent about an hour listening to Persephone freaking out and reeking havoc on the poor cabin while she made sure that Reiner wasn’t as influenced anymore. Reiner reassures her that he’s fine since she shoved him into the cold creek. She pleads to fix things with her because she was too afraid of her response. They were techincally in the middle of nowhere and she could drive off and abandon them at any time.

Reiner went finally went in and knocked to get Persephone’s attention, “What the fuck do you want?!” she girl growled as she turned around.

“You done yet?” he asked, leaning against the doorjamb, looking around at the broken room, “We’re ready to talk so that we can go.”

“I don’t trust you two...I’m telling you right now...You, I know what you could be capable of, but her...even I’m not sure what she would say or do to protect herself,” Persephone said, tearing up some more curtains.

“So, you’re not even gonna give it a chance?”

“You get one, she’s gonna have to show me I can trust her,” she said, throwing her foot into the walls and busting holes in it.

“And that means you gotta blow up like this? That girl is sitting there half to death out there. If something did happen and it was an accident, you’re not even giving her the benefit of the doubt,” he pointed out, grimacing at the girl’s actions then tries to approach the red head.

“I’m not taking it out on her, so what does it matter?! I can act however I wanna act if I feel so inclined, asshole!” she barked, out of breath.

“Alright, but when it’s appropriate. Didn’t you hear me? Isla has been having a full panic attack because you’re in here and she thinks you’re gonna abandon her or hit her. Either way she doesn’t feel safe,” he explained, reaching for her wrists, the girl fighting a little more before she had to stop and catch her breath since she was hyperventilating so hard until Reiner notices the tears beginning to roll down her cheeks as she collapsed into sobs in her friend’s chest, quickly picking her up. He reassures her and rubs her back while her chest heaved.

“Did you do it? Did you...did you actually kiss her?” she asks.

“Nah. Well I was kinda excited over doing couples yoga and the conversation we were having that I wasn’t even looking her in the face,” he said with a shrug.

“Then what was the noises I heard? And why were you doing something that if someone just so happened to catch you, the dots they connect would be ridiculous...?” she asked, trying to catch her breath.

“I-I I-I I dunno..okay?! I figured that it wouldn’t take that long and she wasn’t giving me that vibe...It was a blurry moment for me!” he admited, “I was trying new things, okay? I was trying sky clad yoga with Isal and I tried some the weed she had and my chest stopped hurting and I could think so much better and I didn’t even try a lot. I really felt better than I have this whole trip, and that’s including the walk and the yoga I’ve been doing for the past 3 months!”

“WH...wait!...You tried weed back there?” she asked, hushing her tone quickly, “We can worry about my jealousy and betrayal later...Did..how come you didn’t tell me?”

“About what?”

“About your..’your chest problem,’ I thought you were just babysitting me to make sure I came back and I didn’t get into any trouble..I-I didn’t kn-know you needed a distraction...” Persi shrinking as she realized how clouded her head had been about Isla, “I’m sorry.”

“That’s the thing, you throw things at me and move independently of others. You never would have known if this didn’t happen,” Reiner explains putting his hands in his pocket, “Can we go now? We can talk about this when we get to the suite.”

“You think I’m gonna let you live in the same space as Isla you have another thing fucking coming...but we should go. So maybe we’ll just get you a hotel room nearby,” Persi bites, walking out of the cabin, seeing Isla waiting by the car looking a little scared.

~~~

They are on a stretch of road in the desert, Persi driving as Isla sat in passenger and Reiner in the back. She thinks of anything to try and keep her calm, take her mind off of the impending fear she has in her head. “What’s for dinner when we get to the suite?” Isla asks, leaning her head against the window.

“I was gonna make my mom’s chicken parm, but I gotta check-in so I might not do it tonight,” Reiner says.

“What do you mean? We’re all checking into the same suite...” Isla says.

“No we’re not. He’s going to stay in a hotel room and visit our suite-”

“Why?”

“Isla, it’s fine don’t-” Reiner said before she cut him off.

“No, it’s not! We didn’t fuck. We were hanging out. You’re not dangerous. Pers, he’s staying with us,” Isla said.

“No. He’s not. I can’t trust him.”

“Why because he trusted me and not you? Does it upset you if we get close?” Isla argued.

“I’m just protecting you,” Persi said.

“No you’re not! You’re hoarding me like my mother did-”

“But you want to get away from her-”

“BeECAUSE she keeps me from interacting with other people like you’re doing right now! You don’t own me. I’m not your fucking property. Your little travel stuffie! I have feelings and my own thoughts and ways of doing shit, and I wanna be able to be comfortable with another guy that isn’t my dad!” she said, making Persi pull over.

“What? Persi, no! Come on we gotta get to the suite...Can’t we...Ugh...This is so dumb!” Reiner complains, getting out of the car once she gets out.

“Where are you going, Reiner?!” Isla asks.

“I’m gonna walk! You two just pick me up down the road when yall done fighting...” Reiner said grabbing his backpack with a few water bottles and a snack, taking quick strides from the vehicle and leaving the hatch open.

“WAi...Urgh! Persephone you selfish bitch!” Isla growls and snaps, shoving Persephone against the car. It sets her off as they fight and fall into the dirt, tussling and wrestling.

“What’s wrong? Your boyfriend leaving make you sad?~” the red-head taunted, causing push her and punch her in the face.

“He’s not my boyfriend! You think everything is about you! You think everything belongs to you and ONLY you! You’re so fucking wrapped up in being 2 people and forgotten about because you were a mistake...I wasn’t supposed to fucking EXIST. Someone wanted you, nobody wanted me. Reiner is tired of being ‘that kid’ where everything is PERFECT! You’re not the only one who needs to...deal or cope with something!” Isla fought as she yelled at her, getting her down and pinning her. She hadn’t realized how strong she would be if she actually had to fight Persephone. “Now stop! You’re losing the fight and we’re losing Reiner!” she threw her wrists above her head.

“NO~...” Persephone screamed, her voice breaking as tears rolled down her face as her head rocked back and forth, erupting into a very juvenile cry. Isla let her up to wipe her tears, giving her a very heartfelt embrace with the girl, “I feel..so alone..and I didn’t even realize...I’m sorry.”

“You’re not alone, babe...”

“I’m like...not allowed to have someone love me...No matter how hard I try..My people, they never really worked it out, it shouldn’t feel like it’s my fault~” she tried to gather herself, trying to wipe her eyes and catch her breath through sobs, “They cursed me to be alone..”

“Hey, hey!..You know I love you. Reiner loves you. That’s all we do is love you. We feel the same way sometimes..And you know where I come from..Open those big beautiful green eyes of yours, the desert needed your tears-”

“Isla, don’t start with all that woo-woo about the universe-”

“The same woo-woo about the universe is the same way people believe in a God, it’s just I believe in multiple gods and goddesses...And you- just like Reiner- have lost your purpose..or just haven’t found it yet. You’re looking for complete and unrequited love like a family and-”

“So I have to believe in a higher power..and it’ll just stop?”

“Of course not! I’m trying to..get you to understand you have to stop thinking it’s gonna be some storm of overwhelming calm or an abundance of good luck or compliments. It’s the little things too, baby. It’s the chance to see the sun rise and set; the wind blowing and your medical health; hey, you got to meet me, and love me, and touch me and my body, you get to hear my voice. You make me happy. Are you always the source of my happiness? No, but are you in a backpack full of things that make me happy? Absolutely!”

Persi was so happy to have Isla and her loving embrace along with her intuitive ways of comfort. Isla was grateful for Persi finally being able to receive some necessary healing. The girl couldn’t be sure if Persephone was along for the ride, but at least they were fighting together. Storms not too far off began to rumble against the mountains and the cloud cover was rolling in. They retreated back to the car and started down the road to pick up Reiner.

~~~

Once at the hotel they decide on a double room just so everyone has room and a bed to decompress from being on the road for about a week. Persephone said that the both of them were going to have to work things out for a couple of days, so she told Isla and Reiner that they can hang out without her. The pair simply slept the first day, sharing fun movies and eating various foods. They both checked in with their parents, where Ro was ecstatic to hear that her boy was okay, and also that he might like a girl. They had already discussed before the call that they didn’t care for their parent’s previous relationship, but it would have some influence and called that the end of the discussion between them. Leda and Mark were laughing uncontrollably at how their children came together and vibed, taking up the rest of the conversation away from their children and back to being a virtual reunion for them.

Isla got up and started to play fight with Reiner on his bed as their parents yammered on, eventually escalading into a pillow fight. They both hadn’t realized their parents had hung up long ago until their room service interrupted them.

“I’ve never had a prom-” Isla slurped up as she ate her food, chewing more gracefully, “If your school has a prom, are you going?”

“No...I didn’t..I missed it. We had it early in the year. Sadie Hawkin’s kinda thing...” Reiner admitted, “And with all of...you know..They’ve just kinda closed for the year. And this trip..I was saving it for that night cus I really enjoy hanging out with Persephone. The grass, everything, meeting you, the yoga...I just, I thought if I wasn’t enjoying it I wasn’t ready, but...it’s the only thing I had left to look forward to that I planned solely on my own and..this has been a lot, man.”

“That’s okay. And that’s very concerning so maybe we should have our own prom and dress up tonight? Like dude we’re doing this,” Isla jumped up excitedly, running to the bathroom. Reiner raised slowly and followed behind lazily to have a better position while she did her makeup. “No~ go get changed...Like dressed up or something! I have hair gel and dry shampoo in my suitcase!”

“I have my own products thank you though and also I can’t watch you put makeup on?” Reiner replied.

“Ugh!” Isla turned around, “I want it to be a surprise! You’re supposed to first see me when you pick me up from my house!”

“I know the routine, but eating in the hotel room is pretty far along if we’re going by that logic,” Reiner showed her his palms in his defense, “Plus, I like watching girls put on makeup...it’s so weird..” he snorts quietly as he puts down the toilet seat cover.

“Well I eat while I put on my makeup, so now you’re in charge of feeding me,” Isla said back with a little giggle.

~~~

Isla had now understood why she saw the dress in Persephone’s luggage, and why she told her that she brought her one that would probably fit her. She wore some cute fishnets she bought at store when they stopped for gas with sleek gown with a slit up to the top of the hip, complete with gloves and a cascading shimmer. Reiner slid on a suit his mother had bought an event his father was going to- some award show or something.

Isla took a long look at herself in the mirror as she put on her pretty dangling moonstone and rainbow quartz chandeliers, it made her think of her mother. What this night is/was for her. If she even remembers that night. She was flashing back to the time the girls in the school she was going to at the time were talking about their dates to a dance, and how their moms did their makeup. Given that Leda was a sort of makeup artist, Isla still would have loved for her to think of a look with her and fight with her about it because she’ll probably hate it. She at least wanted the right to do it. She still might. She sat back and pushed the tears back so that her makeup wouldn’t run. She really didn’t have much since Persi didn’t like it like that. “Hey, uh, I finished the- oh.” Reiner said as she took her last deep breath. Just like he said, there’s nothing exciting after this- they’re already in the hotel room. Persi wasn’t here.

The two spent the night taking prom pictures with bed sheets and table pictures with the service cart that held their room service with one of Isla’s candles. Reiner had some lasting energy from the one glass of champagne and two hits he had. He liked the floaty and lightheaded feeling because he made him feel young. However, Isla was finishing everything because of wanting to enjoy the “party.”

They had gotten to the last songs in their playlist and just decided to be prom king and queen. They laughed and fumbled as they tried to align their arms and bodies for dancing together. “You’ve never danced ballroom?” Isla asked, relaxing into his hand on her back again, her eyes darting to their raised locked hands as they almost robotically box-trotted through the song off-beat.

“I have..You ever let the man lead?” Reiner laughed.

“I’ve never danced like that for real...I’ve only seen it in cartoons and movies. My mom made me miss every opportunity I had to dance with a boy,” Isla explained, rubbing her sweaty hands on the dress, “So, you had packed a suit but not a corsage?”

“I would have bought one if the flower shop was open. We weren’t supposed to get here so late because you two had to have a crying moment in the desert...” Reiner said, wiping his own hands on the handkerchief that was in his chest pocket, then tossing it on the bed, adjusting his cufflinks.

“We were fighting over you, you know?” Isla said, looking down as they lined up again.

“That’s hilarious,” he said as his hand slipped across the middle of her back, pulling her closer and resting her head in his chest as they simply rocked, “I want to sway, but I didn’t want you to be nervous about stepping.”

Isla gasped, melting into his touch briefly before snapping back,“Uhh, no! We actually were! She was jealous-”

“I know she likes me, that’s why this whole prom thing worked out for us,” he scoffed.

“What?” Isla asked, anxious and confused.

“I was gonna ask her to give me my first kiss...cus I know that’s all she wanted. We’re...interesting friends. My mother doesn’t really like her or her situation but...she cares about her dad..the dramatic one-”

“Are you talking about Dan~” Isla asked cracking up, sinking her head into his chest, “But that’s so sweet...The-the kiss thing.”

“Oh yeah~..” Reiner chuckled lightly, rubbing Isla’s back, “It was either that or I found a girl on one of these road trips..do it the old-fashioned way..”

Isla really like him rubbing her back as it went with the music they chose, while they both just stood in between the balcony and the room, swaying lightly to the soft guitar music. She thought about how she wanted to find more wholesome boys than the ones in LA and when her mother was on the road. Through their conversations, she found out about the boring life Persi had and was so glad to have met her so she can talk about her days playing on the cul-de-sac with Reiner. All of the events they went to every year. The occasional fights. It’s interesting to her because all of them aren’t necessarily related by blood, so her suspicions weren’t wrong about them, but it was only opening to her now that she might have changed something that might have been set in place. “Have you ever...you know, liked Pers like that?” she asked hesitantly.

“She’s been growing on me, but she sees things that aren’t me but it means she’s opened up. So I like some of the things about her and what we have as our bond stands but could I see myself in the romantic way she does?..I dunno,” Reiner admitted, “And I don’t mind her having you.”

“Do you think she would mind if I had you?” Isla asked with a small smile.

“I dunno, I think she just likes me, you know? You can..you know..have her. I don’t wanna share her,” Reiner admitted.

“It doesn’t sound as well as you mean it,” she laughed, “You don’t want two girlfriends?”

“What?” Reiner asked, “That... sounds greedy.”

“It’s not ~... especially if you want the both of us,” Isla said, hoping to get through to him.

“I don’t know you and I never admit to really knowing Persephone but I care about her a lot..” he mused, “Also guys on the football team act like having more than one girl is some achievement... everyone does. So far I can accept it as a blessing, but people aren’t prizes. I can argue what you get out of them is.”

Isla was frustrated outwardly and knew it was from being intoxicated. The boy was being so noble and sweet and shameless about his opinions. It was different, he was assertive but not forward. His hair falling just the right way as his hair dressing and gel pulled the rest back. “Fuck, Reiny~ why are you taking your time to kiss me?” She asked.

“Certain song. And you could do it at any time,” he admits, “Why aren’t making an attempt?”

Isla scoffed, slightly offended, “I don’t know what to do with guys my age. My mom always ruined it for me by making us move or giving me terrible experiences about men... Basically she was gatekeeping my heterosexuality.”

“She didn’t mind you being a lesbian?” He asked.

Isla sighed, “I was her little baby until I snapped at 16... she flipped her shit when she saw me sucking dick at a beach rave I found her at. Then that time I was being forced fingered by these chicks and she completely zoned out in the room because she was just... not well and couldn’t do anything. She would force me to do little girl things and my lack of a growth spurt really let her travel a lot with me trying not to get groomed or she used me as a happy place because she forced me to keep my innocence but also destroyed it. Either way she was running from a guy that wasn’t chasing her anymore.”

“Was she on the run from parole or the police?” He asked, “I’m so sorry that happened to you.. really I am. You shouldn’t be punished for your mother’s problems or condition...”

Isla felt his words and sighed deeply as she squeezed him, “Worse. A jilted and psycho ex. She told me that if he found her she’d kill her for escaping.”

“So... how did the horror story end?” He rubbed her back to relax her.

“Some other dude she was fucking killed him for trespassing on school grounds and his family buried him. That or my dad, because he took me to his grave to see him,” she explained, shifting a little.

Reiner looked down at her with a puzzled expression, “Why would he do that?”

“Because my mother made it my life purpose to help protect her from him and that he’s going to get her and kill anyone around and torture my mother to death. My mother miscarried a lot before she had me, like purposefully abort and miscarry babies, I was the one my dad forced her to stop running to have, so my dad loves me but she gets jealous and angry and paranoid... that’s why she sabotages me growing up,” she explained, “My dad was giving me permission and the wherewithal to live my own life while he dealt with my mom's trauma.”

“Persi told me she met you at a beach party when she walked out on her people,” he mentioned, “So my verdict of this is that you’ve not really had a kiss from a guy you genuinely liked and dated because your mom kept you from having and enjoying those experiences..so your dad has been helping you snap out of it.”

“Sounds legit,” Isla smirked, scoffing at herself since hearing it from him.

“Do you genuinely like me?..We haven’t really been dating and I know that this whole trip is a date, but what do you think of me so far?” Reiner asked.

“Are you kidding me?” Isla asked, throwing her hands up out of the hold, then drops her exasperation into confusion, “Wait...well, I mean I like the general vibe of you and the idea of you I’ve built up in the past maybe from what Persi had told me about you. You’re really..really cute! And I-”

“Are pretty high and a little drunk,” Reiner said, chuckling and shaking his head, trying to take her hands again, “Calm down, Isla.”

“I know~ but why would you ask me that?” Isla laughed going back to intertwinning with the boy.

“Because Persi told me she’s coming back for Prom tonight,” Reiner admitted, “And...I’m gonna kiss her tonight...And I dunno what’s gonna happen after that but I know that I’m still gonna really like her..And I’m really only starting to get to know you and I love it so far and-” he sighed deeply, “I didn’t want to take her away from you or anything..A-and I don’t even want...sex..with her..I just want to have her in my life..And just like- watch her be happy and make her happy every way I can.”

“Wait...Reiner are you asexual?” Isla asked pulling herself away from him, “It’s clear you’re romantically attracted to her, but...you don’t want to have sex with her...”

“I don’t want to have sex with anybody, get it right,” he interrupted her, “That’s the whole ‘a-’ part in ‘asexual;’ I want her but I hadn’t been able to tell her, but I was gonna give it a go when we...you know..had our moment...”

“Yeah, I’m getting that but you’re..like..an adonis. You’re not attracted to anyone sexually?” Isla asked with slurs, leaning back into him, “Have you even tried?”

“I know sexuality is fluid and I have felt, you know..fluid - oh god what am I saying?” he said as he broke into laughter and let the girl go before catching her again, realizing she’s more intoxicated than he expected- but mostly because he feels loose enough, he didn’t know this is what happens when someone tries to keep up with him, “Woah, hang on, sit down...You okay?”

Isla plops onto the bed, “You’ve been demi-sexual before?” she asked, leaning back.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Reiner said as he heard the door to the other room open and close before looking at Isla, who began wildly snickering, “Compose yourself..”

~~~

Reiner rushes to the connecting door to their rooms and not the actual door, hearing the knocks again. Persephone had gone out and bought a new dress and actually did her makeup and hair. She went with a more bright and light colour palatte and chose a very pretty cream hokey dress with flower and some frills to make it seem either homemade or expensive. She wore her mother’s earrings and Dan’s engagement ring on her hand as well; she had picked out a beautiful clear crystal adornment. All of this still complimented the other couple’s color scheme and styles.

“That’s...wow..” Reiner said as he opened the door slowly and then Isla jumping up to yank the door all the way open and gaped at the girl,

“Holy shit, Persi.”

“Persephone..I look most like it tonight..” she chuckled calmly, then looked down at her garter stockings that have white skulls in the delicate lace, then takes the flower off the dresser and hands it to him. “You said Babies’ Breath for accent, yes?”

It was making Reiner’s head spin. Her entire composure was different, and the inflections of her tones and her rough Northern English accent had even softened and became more clear. He nodded slowly and breathed out, scoffing awkwardly, making her awkwardly laugh under her breath- his eyes watching her glossed blushed lips turn and relax. “You look...absolutely angelic, Persephone,” he finally said after a dry swallow.

“And you’re very stunning-”

“And I’m FUCKED up!” Isla yelled, pushing the boy into the other room with Persephone and closing the partition door.

“...She alright?” the girl asked, giggling.

“Do you not understand how different you look right now?” he asked.

“I had to put it all together, I know what I look like, love..And how long are we gonna wear this whole..thing, because it is awfully uncomfortable seeing as I usually don’t wear this..That’s what Isla’s for,” she mentioned, trying to hide her willies.

“Well I did a 20 song playlist turning up with Isla, and I’m..not gonna lie I’m tired and sobering up, so how about 5 songs and we call it a night?” Reiner asked sweetly.

“Great because I could only think of 5 songs when you asked me,” she sighed in relief, relaxing her body.

“That was...well before this trip, Persephone,” he said slowly, then holding out his hand gently, and lowering himself slightly, “May I have the pleasure of the dancing with you?”

“Yes, and may I?” she said, covering her giggle before getting met with a nod as she returned to a secret place: Reiner’s chest. It’s something she thought she was going to have to miss if he had gone to college and only see and experience when he came home. They rocked gently back and forth, Reiner changing the patterns in slight ellipses. His hand on her back reminded her of when her Otosan would soothe her back to sleep when she used to have nightmares even though she hated his guts. She felt like Reiner made things make sense by being the simplest answer. It just always seemed like she didn’t belong in their world and he said that it was okay. He let her know that he cared no matter how many strange looks his mother gave them or any of the other families in the cul-de-sac. The fact that their parents were friends and lived near one another in a community she didn’t fit in always upset her. She wanted normal and boring. Or at least not to live with her Dads’ best friends and their kids. The girl looked up at Reiner and then looked down as she sighed heavily, “Reiner...”

“Yeah, Persephone?” he asked quiet and sweet.

“Why..why’d you really ask me to do all of this?..I mean, I’m helping you break out, but...here we are..secretly trying to fit in,” Persephone said, chuckling lightly and shaking her head.

“Because you can always have the same as someone else and it just...be different for you..I dunno how to explain it, but...I wanted...to have control. Something- well- someone who would help me do it,” he said, pulling her out of his chest and looked down at her. She was so vulnerable in his arms and he knew if he did this right and everything was planned, then he’d have this moment forever.

“What-what’s that supposed to mean?” she asked innocently, scoffing and looking away.

“It means that everything in my life was sure until all of this quarantine..stuff..-fuck it..This shit took everything away from me. My plans were ruined, and getting my first kiss at my prom was the only thing I knew if I planned it then I’d...I wouldn’t feel so lost and hopeless,” he admitted, finally feeling himself try to stray away from his vanilla upbringing.

Persephone was shocked and her heart sank to hear him curse, but there was part of her who smiled. She knew he was trying to break out but she didn’t know it was because of her. It was making her head spin on top of the fact she instantly as nervous because the boy she thought never wanted her chose her for his first kiss. “R-Reiner...oh my god!” she tried to say in disbelief as her face remained distant. They had both since let go, but she wished she couldn’t and that she never did. It all made much more sense than it should have. It was the only other thing she never understood about him, it wasn’t brotherly, or familial, hell- it’s not even friendly. He loved her. She rushed back to his chest, embracing him tightly, “I didn’t know you hadn’t even had your first kiss...”

“I’m asexual. And I’m married to my goals, so I’d rather make..being loving a goal so that I’m not a robot...I wasn’t sure when I was gonna be ready, but...part of me always wanted to know, you know,” he took her in just how he expected and like nothing earth-shattering wasn’t just revealed.

His words made the both of them laugh, and pull apart slightly again, Persephone finally raising his hand, “How uhh..how far did you wanna take it?”

“The rest of my life,” he answered quickly and breathed in hard, looking away. Startling her for a moment, but she figured it’s a hard night for him to form thoughts. “Oh the kiss-uhh..there..there’s depth to this?”

“Yeah, there’s a regular kiss on the lips,” Persephone explained, finally pulling him in and giving him a slow peck, unable to hide her smirk at the little butterflies and his grip tightening, “Okay~ and there’s the teaser,” she moved in again, letting him lift her slightly as she teased the kiss and little further.

“I feel like my heart’s about to explode out of my chest~” Reiner piped up and loosened his grip as he panted after the teasing kiss, “Wow...I-I think that’s enough for now...uhh”

“You really like me~” she realized as she was lowered, holding him again, “And what do you mean for now? I’m kinda...in the middle of something with Isla-”

“I’d..fuck..I’d already spoke with her while I was waiting for you,” he explained, still catchin his breath, returning his embrace instead of the hold, “She was fine now that we’ve had a conversation and I was able to ask her how she felt about me and all of that.”

“Well, what’d she say?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

“How about, Miss Envy...we talk about it over breakfast tomorrow morning?..Pretty sure she’s passed out...” he said, quickly kissing the top of her head andleaving his mouth there briefly.

“And uhh...I’ll upgrade us back to the suite tomorrow too..” she admitted meekly, blushing hard as she buried her face in her chest.

#persephone grace #isla artemis #reiner pansino-fishbach #prom

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