#feeling envious of girls you find cute? same

[misiahasahardname]

“she’s just like me fr”,

a shitpost based on a message my partner sent me when watching ridonculous race for the first time

(said message)

[killakalx]

17+ content, ageless blogs dni

four batboys + roy bc why not. five blurbs. five different threesomes. that’s it. pls note; any “her” or “she” pronoun refers to your friend. briefly implied ass eating for terry, courtesy of @dosiido

❧ bruce, well versed in handling more than one, finds it cute when you start to get a little jealous. it’s something you wanted to try since he’s so experienced, and he warns you that he has a playboy representation to keep, but he treats both of you with the same praise and pleasure and it drives you insane. bruce fucks you while he’s knuckles deep inside of your friend, apologizing for not fucking her, feeding her the same attention you’ve begged him for many times prior. she’s touching all over him, and god- he’s allowing it? there’s not love to it, of course, but it makes you sit up, just barely yanking him to greet his lips with yours, as if telling him to leave her fucking herself on his hand while you two indulge in each other. he’s charming all the while, cooing about how greedy you are, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care considering you’re the one taking bruce wayne to the hilt while wearing that expensive shiny stone on your ring finger.

❧ dick’s got you and your friend in bed for the sake of a little game; seeing who gets jealous of who first. just for fun, but it’s never acted upon until both of you have a motive after pissing each other off. now you’re both fighting to make the other envious. his idea, of course, but he can’t help the twitch in his brow while his head’s between your thighs and watching you tongue fuck her mouth the same way you do him. holding her face, moaning into her mouth and sucking on her tongue, and he can’t tell if he’s turned on by the obvious oral fixation or pissed off that it’s not his lips you’re biting. you’ve got the upper hand until things switch around, though- and suddenly listening to your boyfriend praise this chick for how good she takes his cock down her throat has you ready to rip her hair out.

❧ jason calls you crazy for even thinking he’d fuck anyone other than you, so it takes a tipsy snd somewhat blurred night for him to let you have fun. he makes it clear that it’s still a dumb idea, telling you not to feel bad when your friend gets blown off. you work around his devotion to you by simply tending to her yourself; moaning into her cunt and fucking yourself on jason’s cock while he zones in on your ass clapping against his pelvis. for just a moment you take after him by loving on her thighs and curling your dainty fingers up her pussy, making sure he doesn’t have to even acknowledge her so you can watch her moan for his attention while he’s enthralled in you. only downside is when jason avoids kisses, because he’ll gag at the taste of another woman on his tongue, and when there’s no tingly feeling to soften him up he takes note to fuck you senseless later for getting him into this.

❧ terry’s tempted to suggest this again, moaning as you kiss down his chest and abdomen while fucking his cock deeper into some other chick’s throat. it’s lazy and laid back, minus the disregard he has for her breath, but he’s never been any nicer to you anyway. terry’s antsy, though, eager to get you on your hands and knees with your pretty holes front and center while her head hangs over the edge of the bed. now his cock’s practically bulging out of her throat, and he’d be enjoying the sight if he weren’t burying his face in your pussy and between your asscheeks. poor girl’s got her makeup all types of fucked up because of your boyfriend, but his tongue drags up to prod at your ass and you feel bad for how quickly he’s got you writhing.

❧ roy’s the type of sleazy motherfucker that wants a girl riding him while she makes out with another girl. ass on full display while you roll your hips on top of him, all while your friend gropes and makes out with you. two pretty girls getting off on him, and he doesn’t even mind that you seem more into her than him because of how hot you two are together. or let him make out with your pretty cunt while you and her share his cock, sucking on the tip while she kisses at the base of it. he wants it nasty, spit and cum leaking between his legs while trails slick up his abdomen, just to make a memory.

[jenscx]

HIT ME UP — uchinaga aeri

aeri’s never had much luck with love. countless blind dates, dating apps, mutual friends, nothing came out of those. but wait, who is that girl in her best friend’s instagram and why is she so pretty?

tags fluff, no angst, non-idol au, open your eyes to see jiminjeong, mutual pining (for literally a sec), cursing, aeri pov centric

wordcount 6.0k

🎙️ author’s note: happy aeri day! lots of love to our favourite hot girl gigi 🤍 can’t express how much i love aeri and her contribution to aespa as a member >< i hope that everyone enjoys reading this fic and for aeri to enjoy her birthday!

uchinaga aeri, half-japanese and half-korean, age twenty three, has never dated anyone before in her life. well, not officially. she doesn’t really count the situationships or talking stages she’s had. aeri would say that the lack of love in her life would be due to her bougie choices in character. her taste is just a little more refined, detailed, specialised, whatever you want to call it. jimin calls it picky while yizhuo applauds her for knowing what she wants in a partner.

something that definitely attracted her would be a strong personality, a little bold and courageous but also sweet and caring. isn’t that a nice criteria to have? aeri doesn’t think she’s asking for much here. yet, her simple standards seem a reach too far compared to the personalities she’s met lately. even jimin can’t help but wince at the blind dates aeri has gone on.

because aeri loves everyone, as long as they’re pretty, she’s been on dates with many, regardless of gender. and well, she can’t really say that one outweighs the other. this one guy she met at the gym had told her she needed more tips on weightlifting and had gone into a rant about protein shakes.

needless to say, as much as she loves the gym, aeri could not really stand an hour long conversation about protein shakes of all things.

and that girl who seemed way more interested in the oat milk in aeri’s latte than her. that was a strange date. aeri scrunches her nose in distaste at the reminder. another date she’d been on, helpfully supplied by yizhuo, the girl was gorgeous and incredibly sweet. but the moment aeri had said she was a scorpio, her date started acting like aeri killed her dog. which, by the way, she never would. she loves dogs and even has two cute ones herself! and then her date had the nerve to storm out of the restaurant too. what a shitshow.

(“oh… maybe i shouldn’t be friends with her either,” yizhuo comments after aeri recites the incident to her.

“do you think she’ll burst into flames if you tell her you’re a scorpio as well?” jimin asks, so genuinely that aeri almost chokes to death while laughing.)

anyway, so what if aeri’s luck with dating is trash? her life has been fine for twenty three years and it’s not like having a partner will drastically change her for the good. she’s been enjoying this single life. she never has to update anyone about her whereabouts, she doesn’t have to reply to texts immediately, everything she buys is for herself. what a wonderful life. some call it miserable, others call it unhealthy. she calls it being free.

okay, maybe it is a little sad coming home to an empty apartment with no one to greet her. aeri does feel envious when her friends meet up and they talk about their own significant others. but that envy isn’t enough for her to throw herself down into that torturous rabbit hole of dating again. if only she had a friend that she could fall in love with or something. like a cute friends to lovers situation. or if she tripped and fell over the love of her life. the stars aligned, ‘we’re soulmates’ type.

not to mention that ever since moving back to korea from the states, her parents have been pressuring her to find someone. while korea and japan aren’t aeons apart, aeri doesn’t really have the comfort of family. her friends do offer some semblance of home but it just doesn’t feel the same. after confiding in her mother, aeri was told that a partner would fill in the gap her parents left.

she’s getting a little delirious and the idea of falling in love has become more of a chore than blessing. aeri slumps against her bedframe, scowling at her phone blowing up. if she were still on a dating app, the notifications could be due to matches or dates that were too clingy. but she’s sworn off dating apps for good and that chain of messages could only be sent by yu jimin.

jimin [6.19pm]:

omg guys

i think i just met the loml

holy shit shes so cute

im in love

can sm1 find her @

yizhuo [6.20pm]:

who

jimin [6.20pm]:

uhmmmmm

minjeong?

her cup says that

yizhuo [6.20pm]:

are you serious 😐

jimin [6.21pm]:

STOP SHES LOOKING AT ME

AAAAAAA

aeri [6.22pm]:

girl shut up

she throws her phone aside as jimin’s cries for help go unanswered. jimin breaking down would be cute if aeri wasn’t going through an existential crisis right now. the thought of never finding someone truly for her looms over her head. her whole ‘i don’t need a man’ (or woman) persona crumbles instantly the moment she reaches her bedroom. the facade falls immediately, only leaving behind a lonely girl who just has bad luck.

jimin continues to flounder around and seemingly the pings stop (aeri lets out a sigh of relief), before they come back in full force in the form of a video call.

aeri reaches for her phone and waits a few seconds just to torture jimin before picking up.

“uhm, hello?”

“oh my goodness— what is wrong with you two? have you not read my messages!” jimin whispers harshly. a grainy, pixelated version of her friend appears on screen. the only recognisable feature of jimin is her pale, glowy skin shining in the moonlight as her dark hair wisps around behind her.

staring blankly, aeri repeats, “hello?”

“hi, yes! okay, so i just met this girl and—”

yizhuo’s voice cuts through, “does it really count as meeting her though?”

aeri sees jimin rolling her eyes before she reluctantly pouts, “no, but that’s not the point. the point is that she’s really cute, like marriage-worthy cute. and i need her instagram now.”

“you think we can find it?” yizhuo asks, unamused.

“well, she was wearing our old high school jacket and you guys know a lot of people!” jimin’s logic, sometimes flawed, did make sense to aeri this time. she and yizhuo were like social butterflies back in high school and jimin’s assumption would be right.

“what was her name again?” aeri asks, just to get jimin to shut up. for a girl that was so elegant and graceful, jimin really was a loser sometimes. it was difficult at first to adjust from the girl crush jimin to the loser jimin but after being friends for so long, aeri has learnt to accept both sides of her personality.

jimin perks up, her forehead gleaming on the screen, “minjeong! isn’t it such a cute name? cute name for a cute girl… heh. she looked like a puppy too, like a tint maltese. she has short blonde hair too. almost shoulder length?”

aeri isn’t too sure on how the description of her looking like a maltese helps in their investigation but whatever floats jimin’s boat, she guesses. she watches as yizhuo disappears from the frame and jimin walks home, humming to herself.

a few minutes later, while she and jimin are discussing new hair colours, yizhuo pops back into frame, exclaiming with glee, “i found her!”

and aeri can only watch as jimin trips over air, almost in slow motion, and face plants into the ground.

“c’mon, ningie! please!” aeri widens her eyes while jimin almost gets on her knees, her hands pleading. who knew jimin would get so desperate for some girl’s instagram? definitely not aeri.

yizhuo only huffs, “i want something in return.”

“anything! really!” the older girl is so close to downright begging that aeri considers stepping in for a second before yizhuo inevitably reads out loud, “mj underscore zero one zero one and i want free lunch for the rest of the week. aeri unnie included.”

aeri grins brightly as jimin scrambles to type the username into her search bar. she fist bumps yizhuo, smiling at the thought of free food.

“oh my gosh, thank you!” jimin squeals, planting a wet kiss on yizhuo’s cheek.

“how’d you find her instagram?” aeri asks curiously. yizhuo shrugs, wiping the lipstick mark left behind coolly, “my friend follows her. asked around for a bit and now people think she owes me money or something.”

aeri stifles a giggle at that and turns her attention back to jimin, who’s still staring at her phone in awe. her fingers are fervently scrolling and swiping, tapping away on the screen. jimin’s devotion to find this mystery girl’s instagram is insane and it brings out the slightest bit of curiosity in aeri.

hence, she peeks over jimin’s shoulder and for her lacklustre description of minjeong, it’s well-fitting, surprisingly.

“she does look like a maltese,” are aeri’s first words. jimin swerves her head back, smiling widely, “i know right!”

“oh, she’s really cute,” aeri notes. minjeong is pretty, like a doll. jimin sends her a withering glare but she just ignores it. the girl is pretty, but not her type. and she definitely isn’t planning on competing in some competition for minjeong’s love alongside her own best friend.

“she’s friends with a lot of unnies,” yizhuo says, listing them off her fingers, “nayeon unnie, jeongyeon unnie, momo unnie— well, that whole friend group. jennie unnie too. and you know mijoo unnie? she’s friends with her too.”

jimin visibly deflates while aeri tries to cheer her up, “but they’re all friends only though, right?”

yizhuo nods, “yup, i haven’t heard of minjeong ever dating anyone either.”

her comment resonates with aeri and a small part of her commends minjeong for not succumbing to the horrors of dating.

with aeri’s words of encouragement, jimin continues to scroll, albeit slower now and not as enthusiastic. she eventually reaches the end of all of minjeong’s posts and hastily scrolls back up.

“check her highlights too,” aeri demands, terribly invested. jimin follows suit, clicking on the first story highlight. it’s full of food that has aeri salivating and jimin swallowing her saliva. yizhuo only watches on, uninterested.

then, jimin clicks on one that’s named ‘solos’ and aeri hears her choke up. the highlight is filled with selfies and photos of minjeong. all very cute and adorable. she internally rolls her eyes and begs jimin to hurry through the stories instead of staring intently at each one. minjeong’s feed is nice, aeri thinks. it’s clean and simple but it still shows enough of her personality.

when jimin finally swipes to the last highlight, aeri’s jaw visibly drops.

“oh my god,” she gapes, snatching jimin’s phone away into her own hands, “who is that?”

“hey! give it back!”

“stop it!” aeri swats jimin’s hand away and with miraculous strength, evades all of her reaches and manages to zoom into the story. minjeong, her face propped up by her palm, and next to her, aeri believes is aphrodite reincarnated. bright doe eyes, pouty lips— oh, aeri might be in love.

she was about to discover if it was possible to lose her voice solely from screaming inside her head.

“oh shit, do you think that’s her girlfriend?” jimin gasps as soon as she sees the story as well and the fight for her phone goes forgotten. they both stare in bewilderment at the photo.

yizhuo eventually pries their fingers off jimin’s phone, sneering, “close your mouth, both of you. she’s y/n.”

aeri jumps into action at her words, “you know this girl? who is she? what’s her name?”

“calm down, damn.”

“sorry— this is the literal love of my life?”

jimin frowns, “that’s what i said about minjeong and you called me deluded.”

ignoring jimin.

“i don’t know her, i know of her,” yizhuo rolls her eyes again. aeri purses her lips at the brattiness of the youngest. since when was their baby so sassy? maybe jimin was too irritating. aeri would understand if that were the case.

“just stalk her account. minjeong definitely tagged her somewhere or she’s in the comments,” jimin suggests.

aeri hollers, “you’re a genius!” it’s her first time saying that to jimin.

through sheer determination and will (yizhuo calls it stupidity), she manages to find minjeong replying to a certain commenter.

mj_0101 been away

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1eeyn i see how it is.. no creds at all

↳ mj_0101 photo creds to my bae

“bae?! jimin— oh my fucking god!” aeri screeches and thank god they’re in jimin’s room and not in public. yizhuo has the gall to cover her ears even though aeri’s been on the receiving end of her dolphin shrieks before.

equally distressed, jimin lets out a choked sob, “of course the pretty girls are dating!”

“guys, i just said they’re only friends.”

“and how do you know that?!”

yizhuo shoots a glare and jimin immediately cowers beside aeri.

“because i know them, duh. y’all are stupid. the moment you two see pretty girls it’s like your ability to think disappears.”

well that, aeri can’t disagree. her brain had no thoughts when she first saw minjeong’s story. just sunshine and rainbows. maybe the distant chiming of wedding bells. or a white, sparkly dress with a long train.

as she gets lost in her thoughts, jimin pries her fingers away from the phone, detaching them carefully. when aeri frowns at her action, the older one merely shrugs, “stalk her on your own phone.”

begrudgingly, she does so, searching up this mystery girl’s instagram. it’s pretty empty, mostly just pictures of nature and food. sometimes she throws in a selfie that makes aeri’s heart clench.

“fuck,” she groans, feeling her throat choke up, “she’s so my type.”

jimin nods in agreement even though aeri’s sure she didn’t hear a word she said. yizhuo rolls her eyes (how many times has she done that?).

“you think she’s into girls?” aeri asks, showing yizhuo a story highlight of some vinyls with clairo’s one right at the front.

“maybe. i don’t know her too well. i heard she’s kind of scary though, like cold and intimidating. she punched someone for picking on minjeong once.”

aeri lets out a huff, one of sheer amazement. lord knows she needs a woman who can fight.

“aeri-ah,” jimin suddenly calls out from her bed.

“yes?”

she gulps, swallowing harshly, “if you text her, i’ll text minjeong.”

yizhuo hums, “you two do that.”

she mulls it over. texting this pretty girl? who’s insanely her type? maybe. what if you were an asshole though? she’s not too sure about whether minjeong would be friends with you if you were mean but she thinks back to your face.

god, she needs you biblically.

“okay, let’s get girlfriends!”

she doesn’t text you at all. it’s a little embarrassing to admit but aeri’s scared! what if she just gets ignored? she couldn’t get her ego bruised like that. and jimin’s no help either! constantly texting her to dm you first even though aeri knows that jimin stares at the empty private chat with minjeong every night.

what she does do is first of all, create another account that’s completely blank, void of any recognition for aeri. then she watches your stories. on repeat. and on one uneventful tuesday, your profile lights up with a ring around it. aeri can’t help herself from viewing it immediately.

and maybe she shouldn’t have, since she’s seething by the time yizhuo texts her.

yizhuo [1.43pm]:

hey guys…

has any1 seen y/n’s story?

jimin [1.44pm]:

minjeong’s account is burned into my screen

but no ☺️

aeri [1.44pm]:

i’m gonna kill myself

jimin [1.46pm]:

😨⁉️

she almost actually throws her phone this time. aeri wants to die. she wants to puke.

what the actual fuck.

her phone rings— she picks up on the first ring.

“so…” yizhuo starts awkwardly.

“what’s going on?! aeri, don’t kill yourself?! you’re my best friend and i might also die without you! i love you, aeri—”

aeri cries out, “she has a girlfriend!”

the other side of the phone goes eerily quiet before jimin’s forehead pops up on screen and her eyebrows are nearly touching her hairline.

���WHAT?!”

“she just posted a photo of her kissing some girl’s cheek!” aeri screeches.

yizhuo winces before adding unhelpfully, “her girlfriend’s pretty though.”

“not the point— also yeah, agreed. but still! what am i gonna do now?!”

jimin frowns, “you can still be friends with her, right?”

“well… i was going to try to hit her up first,” aeri pouts, feeling devastated. she hadn’t even gotten a chance to woo you, and no way was she going to get in the way of a happy relationship! aeri was many things, but she wasn’t a homewrecker.

“maybe you can salvage a friendship out of this,” yizhuo suggests thoughtfully. aeri nods. maybe she should at least try to be friends rather than pursue a romantic relationship. she needed to expand her social circle anyway from just jimin and yizhuo.

“jimin, this means you have to text minjeong now.”

“what?! i’m not ready!”

“it’s just a text! like her story or something!”

jimin stares at her through the screen, affronted. aeri connects the dots quickly enough, “wait, don’t tell me you have been liking all her stories?”

“okay, maybe i have! that’s not a crime. and she liked one of my stories back! the one i posted when we went to eat hotpot! i’m way farther in this than you are—”

aeri hangs up. she can’t deal with a gloating jimin right now.

she needs a clear mind. she needs to think about her next course of action. all that was occupying her mind during the past few days was a wedding with you, but now aeri has a few adjustments to make.

swiping back to your story, aeri frowns. she clicks to the previous one. it’s a photo of you playing with a dog, an adorable samoyed. the background has a few other dogs, so you were probably at a dog cafe.

with your girlfriend, aeri sighs.

she types out, ‘omg where is this?’ it feels friendly and innocent enough. and aeri totally knows which dog cafe you’re at. it’s a rather popular one that she has visited herself.

before aeri can even think again, she sends the message.

god, she should really stop letting jimin get to her head.

within seconds, there’s a reply that makes aeri’s heart soar.

[aerichandesu] 1eeyn

it’s winters village in hongdae!

you’re really pretty btw

score! aeri’s got this in the bag!

she enters the chat and replies with a speed that makes the flash quiver.

aerichandesu [2.10pm]:

omg thankuu 💗

you’re super cute too

you don’t reply but aeri spots the tiny green circle next to your name. you’re online. but why aren’t you replying? was there nothing to reply to? aeri feels her heart sink a little lower. the chat doesn’t pop up with another message and aeri throws her phone aside.

she can’t let a girl plague her mind! aeri’s better than this! puffing her chest out, aeri gathers all the grit and willpower she has in herself and leaves the app.

aeri continues this pattern for the next few days; every time you posted a story, she would slide up. it only started to feel a bit one-sided when you started replying with short and curt responses. maybe you got weirded out by aeri, and she wouldn’t even blame you. sometimes she would send messages at midnight and wake up in the morning, cursing the vulnerability she had previously. she would read back at the chat, cringing at her overeager attitude. even jimin called her out on it! and if even jimin found it weird, aeri must have seemed absolutely psychotic.

“girl, i think you have to stop,” yizhuo says one day.

“stop with what?” aeri asks but she knows damn well what yizhuo’s talking about. jimin’s head perks up, her cheeks stuffed with ramen that aeri so graciously cooked for her when the older had complained about her hunger.

after swallowing, jimin giggles, “your little thing with your girl.”

“uhm, what?”

“i think you’re creeping her out,” yizhuo shakes her head, “if i had this stranger, no matter how cute they are, constantly texting me first, i would be a little scared.”

aeri pouts, feeling admonished, “i haven’t texted her in two days. she isn’t interested.”

“oh thank goodness,” the chinese girl sighs in relief, “i thought you went all joe goldberg on her.”

“i’m not joe! and i would never do that to someone!”

“well, i was worried anyway.”

jimin nudges her shoulder, “there’s a lot of fish in the ocean, right?”

rolling her eyes, aeri pinches at jimin’s side, “imagine if i said that about minjeong.”

“why would you ever say that about minjeong?” jimin furrows her brows, “and i actually texted her.”

aeri shoots up, the thought of her disastrous love life long forgotten as jimin reveals this new information.

“you did?! holy shit, congrats dude!”

jimin looks away, sheepish, “i replied to her story and she said that she remembers me from school. i don’t know how i missed seeing someone like her around. she said she really likes bowling, so i’m thinking of bringing her to bowl.”

genuinely happy for her friend, aeri pats her on the back while yizhuo gives a pleased nod. aeri kind of wishes her endeavour with you could go this smoothly. she certainly doesn’t remember you from school, nor does it seem you remember her. maybe you just weren’t in the same classes.

“guess it’s just me now, huh?” aeri laughs, despite the slight embarrassment she feels from being ignored.

jimin pouts, “you’ll find someone better.”

aeri thinks of the way her heart flutters when you reply or post something new, and she thinks that she’s never felt this strongly attracted to someone before without even knowing them.

yeah, she doesn’t think she will.

aeri’s totally fine. she’s gone two weeks without even glancing at your profile and she’s okay. there were some withdrawal symptoms at first, like the increasing urge to reply to your story or like it, but aeri’s determination outweighs her adoration. thus, she lives life without ever thinking about you again.

(that was a lie. she still wonders about it at night.)

yizhuo had applauded her ‘getting over’ you and so had jimin, who was barely online nowadays because she was hanging out with minjeong. aeri’s glad her best friend has found someone she likes. and she’s over the moon that jimin has found a new victim for her teasing. apparently, minjeong had better reactions, so yizhuo and aeri cheered knowing minjeong would suffer now.

jimin had been bugging them to finally meet minjeong and hang out as a group for the longest time. aeri doesn’t know if she actually brought her to that bowling date but the restaurant they picked out is expensive and jimin’s paying. so naturally, she agrees instantly.

what jimin doesn’t say is that minjeong would be bringing someone along.

coincidentally, you.

hence, aeri’s sitting right across from you, not daring to lift her head up in fear that she might make eye contact. after acting so desperate in your dms, aeri would rather die than face you directly.

you stare at her bizarrely as minjeong introduces you to jimin’s friends.

“this is yizhuo and aeri, we all went to the same high school together,” minjeong informs you, “but i don’t think we ever crossed paths before.”

“no, we haven’t,” you confirm. aeri glances at you meekly before darting her gaze to the menu.

“nice to meet you, y/n,” yizhuo smiles sweetly, making up for the silence that aeri provided. you’re still a little confused as to why aeri wasn’t talking right now.

maybe she thinks you don’t recognise her? but you do. she’s the pretty girl that randomly popped up one day and started replying to your stories.

“nice to meet you too,” you grin, “nice to see you in person as well, aeri-ssi.”

you watch, surprised, as aeri barely acknowledges your words, only nodding slightly. wasn’t she quite bold online? why was she acting like this now?

“shall we order?” jimin asks, snapping the menu shut. after calling over the waiter, you shift your eyes back to aeri, staring appreciatively at her outfit. one thing you noticed from her instagram feed was that she dressed well. you wanted to ask her where she shops but she seemed a second away from exploding.

you whip out your phone, earning a flinch from aeri.

y/n bae [7.24pm]:

is smth wrong w aeri?

mindoongie [7.24pm]:

uhmm idk 😓

idt she’s usually like this

jiminie said she’s quite sociable

awesome. so that meant you were the problem.

resting your head on your palm, you turn your attention to yizhuo, asking, “what are you currently studying?”

“oh, i’m doing fashion design,” she answers, twirling the knife.

“that’s interesting. could you ever design something for me one day?”

yizhuo chuckles, “i’ll cast you as my model if i get big. what about you?”

“i’ll definitely pursue something in modelling but i’m studying medicine right now.”

engrossed in your conversation, you barely notice aeri’s pout. the girl seemed a little too timid and shy as to what you’ve seen online. and minjeong and jimin seemed to be talking about something else.

“y/n, are you dating anyone right now?” yizhuo asks suddenly. you falter, recalling the girl you had just broken up with a few days ago, “ah, no. not currently.”

in your haste to recover, you miss the nudge yizhuo gives go aeri.

spurred on, aeri asks, “do you have time to date while studying?”

“hm, it was manageable,” you reply, “it got tiring when she needed a lot of my time though.”

aeri stares at you wistfully before coughing.

you wonder why she asked that.

[aerichandesu] 1eeyn

hi, can u help me say thanku to jimin?

for taking care of my best friend

aeri blinks at the message. it’s the first time you’ve texted her first.

aerichandesu [10.43pm]:

sure

she still feels awkward for acting so desperate previously. it doesn’t feel right to act like that anymore. and aeri does feel a little bad for how cold she was during dinner.

1eeyn [10.44pm]:

thank u aeri chan

aeri-chan? where did that come from? suddenly, she feels the stutter in her heart resurfacing after she had tried to bury it.

1eeyn [10.45pm]:

we didn’t get to talk much, huh?

aerichandesu [10.45pm]:

no sorry

i wasn’t feeling well

it feels like the safest lie she can tell.

1eeyn [10.46pm]:

that’s a shame

are you feeling better now?

aerichandesu [10.46pm]

yes, i am

1eeyn [10.46pm]:

that’s good

rest well aeri-chan 💗

oh my god, aeri needs to text the group chat!

over the next few days, you were relentless with your texts. it felt like you and aeri had swapped roles. she didn’t know to adapt to this new side of you without seeming like a bumbling fool. you would send selfies! selfies! asking aeri for her opinion. the first time you sent one, aeri’s nose started bleeding and she scared jimin half to death, thinking aeri was dying.

(“she sent me a selfie! of her face!” aeri wails, covering her nose with bloody tissues.

jimin grimaces at the blood, “well, yes. selfies are usually of someone’s face.”)

then, you would send your outfits, or whatever you ate that day. slowly, aeri started warming up to you too and would begin to send her own photos. normally she would send photos of her dogs or jimin and yizhuo being silly. then they evolved into selfies.

aeri likes what she has with you right now. you were building up a friendship that aeri appreciated. she liked your humour and personality as well, complementing her own rather nicely. minjeong and jimin begin dating as well, making your proximity even closer as the two would constantly drag everyone to hangouts. to be frank, aeri can’t believe that this all started because jimin saw a cute girl at a cafe, but somehow, it makes sense too.

how an insignificant moment such as minjeong deciding to buy coffee that day helped aeri gain two new best friends, she would never know. but she liked it. it felt like fate. leaning on your shoulder, aeri shoves a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

“no scary movies please,” jimin begs, tugging at minjeong’s shirt. yizhuo laughs and eggs minjeong on to pick a horror film while aeri stares at her best friends affectionately.

“you like scary movies?” you whisper to aeri.

she shakes her head, already feeling shivers run down her spine at the thought of being jumpscared countless times. jimin’s reaction would be funny as hell. but no way was she sacrificing her own sanity for something like that. if she wanted jimin to go insane, she had ten other ways to do that.

“nooo not the conjuring please!”

aeri cowers into herself, dreading the night already. this was a weekly occurrence, having a movie night at jimin’s apartment. it started with just the three of them and then minjeong and you got invited soon after. the honour of picking a movie was passed down every week and aeri detests it when it’s minjeong’s turn. that girl would pick scary films just to annoy jimin and aeri always gets caught in the crossfire somehow.

“don’t worry, minjeongie wants to watch despicable me tonight. she’s just playing with jimin,” you comfort. aeri nods as minjeong hovers exceptionally long on the nun before finally moving to despicable me. jimin cheers in exhilaration and yizhuo boos.

“oh my gosh, babe! i love the minions!”

“minions and despicable me are two different movies!” yizhuo sneers. just as the movie starts, jimin, minjeong and yizhuo begin bickering. aeri knows how the argument will end— with jimin apologising and minjeong and yizhuo emerging victorious.

a gush of hot air beside her ear makes her jump, “they’re cute, aren’t they?”

aeri follows your gaze to where jimin and minjeong’s fingers are interwoven even though they’re arguing.

“yeah, silly but cute.”

you chuckle, slipping your hand into aeri’s under the blanket, “we can’t lose to them, right?”

she gets caught off guard for just a second before bouncing back.

“no, i’ll never lose to jimin.”

your laugh makes aeri’s cheeks heat up slightly. as you ramble on about the movie, she listens to every word attentively, wanting to savour the smoothness and richness of your voice. her smaller hand stays tight in your bigger one, feeling the warmth emitting from your palm.

aeri’s heart feels content.

she’s happy here, being friends with you.

unfortunately (or fortunately), the friendship doesn’t last for long.

after that particular movie night, aeri has noticed a change in your behaviour. you’ve become touchier, for lack of a better term. more lingering touches around her shoulder, hands, waist, wrists, wherever her skin was. you would gaze into her eyes before smiling shyly and looking away. you would offer to bring her lunch even though she knows you’re busy with your internship. not to mention the influx of messages. if aeri thought your selfies were bad for her heart before, it resembled a tsunami drowning her heart now.

photos, of every kind, most of them in your scrubs and uniform, smiling at the camera gleefully, as if you weren’t working an all-nighter. and on your off-days, aeri finds you staying up to talk to her. she’s busy during the day, so she doesn’t really check her phone often. when she finally does, she’s welcomed by your chat. the once intimidating girl that she admired online had turned into the girl that camped in her dms.

she had asked before, why you would text her so much. your response had been equally confusing, asking her back if she wanted you to stop. of course not. the aeri a few months ago wished for days that you would reply with more than four words. now, it seemed like you constantly had paragraphs of stories to tell her. not that she was complaining.

then, one day, the messages stop. aeri’s a little bewildered when she checks her phone and nothing’s there but she goes to bed anyway. maybe you were working a really long shift? sometimes she would catch you at four in the morning, so perhaps you were catching up on some much needed sleep.

but when she wakes up the next day, there’s only a lone message asking for her to meet you.

aeri agrees, yet she can’t help but wonder about the spontaneous nature of the message. it was sent in the morning, so it seemed like you had been thinking about it all night.

after dressing herself, she left her apartment, nervous but excited at the prospect of seeing you again. the last time you met face to face was over a week ago and aeri’s suffering from y/n drought.

you had requested to meet at lunchtime and when aeri arrives at the restaurant, you’re already there, seated and deep in thought.

“hey,” she greets, “slept well?”

you didn’t, but you nod anyway.

“did you have a shift yesterday?” aeri asks as you order your regulars.

“uhm, no. sorry i didn’t text you, i was busy doing something else.”

“nah, it’s fine. i was helping ning with her designs anyway.”

you nod stiffly and aeri reaches out a hand to cover yours, “are you good? you seem a little off.”

“i’m fine!” your voice comes out squeakier than usual but aeri brushes it off.

“so, what’s up?” she finally asks.

you tap your fingernails on the table, gulping harshly, “i just wanted to talk.”

“mhm, sure.”

“i wanted to know… well… uhm, if you were still interested in me,” you ask, eyes flickering to aeri hesitantly. aeri gapes at you before stammering, “wh-why? what— what do you mean?”

you inhale sharply, “i know you were interested in me at the start, but are you still interested now?”

aeri withdraws her hand, “uh, why?”

furrowing your eyebrows, you grit your teeth, “please just tell me.”

“uhm. well… yes? but why—”

“because i’m interested. and i want to find out if the feeling’s the same,” you blurt out. aeri’s eyes widen considerably and if your heart wasn’t racing a mile, you would coo at her cuteness.

“if you were interested before… why didn’t you say anything?” aeri asks, her voice trailing off at the end. you sigh, pinching your nose bridge, “i was dating someone at the time. it wasn’t right for me to encourage someone who liked me that much.”

aeri nods, already feeling guilty for her desperation before.

“i’m sorry for my coldness but i could already tell you were interested in me and as someone who had a girlfriend then, i couldn’t message back with the same eagerness,” you explain.

“no, it’s fine. that was a stupid question but uhm, i thought you didn’t like me back.”

“we became friends first, then i started to have feelings for you. as i learnt more about you, i started to like you more.”

aeri feels a little silly with her immediate infatuation. huh. maybe she got her ‘friends to lovers’ trope after all.

“i hope that now, i can take you on a date?” you ask and how can aeri refuse that? your bright, gleaming, expectant eyes? aeri felt her heart crushed with adoration.

“yes, obviously. you’re my ideal type and everything. you know i had thoughts about our wedding when i first met you—”

“oh, is that why you were so quiet that night?”

“yeah, you just looked really pretty under the lighting and i already started to imagine how you would look like dressed in all white and how our wedding would seem, maybe i would pick yizhuo as my maid of honour and minjeong could be yours but jimin would totally throw a fuss and—”

you smile widely as aeri babbles on, chiming in every once in a while to insert your own thoughts.

when she finally finishes, the expression on your face makes her whole being ascend.

maybe all those useless blind dates with shitty luck amounted to her finding the love of her life.

thank you! aeri would later exclaim to that horoscope-obsessed girl and the gym rat. who knew that those catastrophic dates would finally gift her you, her first girlfriend (and last!).

[malewifesband]

sure you can do what you want with your trans headcanons but dont you want to explore the themes of the work. dont you want to see characters who actually have experiences like yours be the ones who are like you. laios' experience is simply not a transmasculine one, but it is a very, very transfeminine one

laios feels rejected by other men, bullied relentlessly by then as a child in all-male settings, and seems to feel safer with women BUT also feels innately like a predator around them (always keeping physical distance, terrified that others would even THINK he was attracted to marcille). he does everything in his power to seem safer and smaller and models much of his body language after like cute girls (i dont have the panel on hand, but the way he plays with the rim of his plate and then shyly looks up while pouting his lip when asking marcille if she wanted to stay on the island instead of go to jail is one example, but theres a lot. a lot.). hes envious of and idolizes his sister, sees her as more deserving of life than him. all these themes together are a very transfeminine themed character: the desire to become a monster (and even more his desire to become a dog) speaks to a desire to shed more his manhood than humanity outright. being a man specifically seems to limit him

there are a number of characters with more transmaculine themes. senshis desire to be a man in his own way, without the need for 'iron in his veins' (also very gay). chilchucks (and all halffoots) adoption of toxic masculine traits in order to 'pass' as a grown man when people refuse to see him as such, despite the damage it does to himself and to the women he loves. Kabrus feeling that he's just his foster mother's doll + the thing where a little girl who looks just like him sees the dungeon opening. falins tendency to go with whatever others want for her until she is fused with a (male) dragon and suddenly finding that she knows what she wants and is willing to assert herself to get it. lycions whole allegorical transition and the very firm assertion that he is a man in the adventurers bible despite being quite manly for an elf already. izutsumi reads the same both transmaculinely and transfemininely. otta, tbh. wont get into that one.

laios i think only makes sense as a transfeminine character

[v4mpi33]

✧ Stoner! Rin Itoshi x Fem! Reader ✧

A/N; I had this idea while doing laundry NDJSJSKAKA. And I might do a version with an inexperienced smoker, like Rin teaches her everything abt it yk.

-Reader is described as sarcastic, and experienced with smoking. Aged up Rin ofc.

CW: Rin becomes a lil possessive/obsessive over reader. Making out, fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex, wall sex, drug usage (marijuana)

Word count: 1.2k

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Stoner! Rin Whose attention is immediately caught by you when Bachira brings you into their hangout place. Your pretty little face occupying his mind 24/7, even if he finds your sarcastic nature annoying.

Stoner! Rin Who asks Bachira about you, as he’s too stubborn to talk to you directly.

Stoner! Rin Who is cold and distant towards you, until you make the first move. Slowly finding himself to like you more and more.

Stoner! Rin Who wants to ignore his interest in you, but can’t when you sit down next to him asking to try his bong. Your pretty eyes looking at him with such curiosity, eyes he can’t resist. Eyes he wants to make roll back in pleasure.

Stoner! Rin Who didn’t think you looked like the smoking type, but is proven wrong by your experience and curiosity.

Stoner! Rin Who’s upset when he watches you and Bachira get high together.

Stoner! Rin Who feels… jealous that you’re getting high with Bachira and not him.

Stoner! Rin Who sends glares your direction hoping you notice him. And you do, but you don’t talk to him as you’re too involved in your moment with Bachira.

Stoner! Rin Who lets out a sigh of jealousy- and happiness when you sit down next to him on the couch, leaving Bachira for him. Lazily handing him the pipe you just got down smoking out of.

Stoner! Rin Who almost smiles when you talk to him. Here Rin Rin. You sluggishly say as your breath, which smells like weed, engulfs his senses. He isn’t even annoyed by you calling him that nickname- because your presence is more than enough to make him forget about it.

Stoner! Rin Who denies his crush on you, too stubborn to accept the fact he likes you. A sarcastic girl who doesn’t take anything seriously.

Stoner! Rin Who sees an opportunity to get closer to you. Bluntly saying you should get high with him instead of Bachira.

Stoner! Rin Who notices the small smirk on your face at his words. And a small smirk finds its way onto his lips as you accept his suggestion.

Stoner! Rin Who starts to use your cute little tummy as a rolling tray as you guys get closer and you start to get high with him instead of Bachira.

Stoner! Rin Who starts to feel possessive over you, his crush becoming a little bit obsessive. He still respects your freedom, but feels insane jealousy when you’re with Bachira and not him.

Stoner! Rin Who’s jealousy becomes too much when he sees you with a new guy at the hangout place. He watches you as you teach the guy what he needs to know, and feels envious that you're touching the boy's hands, arms, even his neck and not him.

Stoner! Rin Who pulls you away from the boy, into an empty area, pinning you against the wall. Telling you that he hates seeing you with another man. He confesses in this moment, telling you that his eyes have been set on you the first day you came, and he can’t let you slip away any further

Stoner! Rin Who kisses you the second you tell him you feel the same, and that you’ve liked him for a while as well.

Stoner! Rin Who’s kiss tastes like the faint taste of weed. The kiss escalates quickly and turns into a quick makeout session.

Stoner! Rin Who’s hands dip between your two bodies and go up your shirt, discarding your shirt and bra. Rolling your hardened nipples between delicate fingers, causing you to whimper into the kiss you two

are sharing.

Stoner! Rin Who’s cock hardens in his pants at your whimpers. Precum leaking in his boxers as his cock strains against the confinements of his pants.

Stoner! Rin Who gets on his knees, slowly pulling off your pants and admiring your cute little lace panties that are drenched in the arousal from your pretty cunt.

Stoner! Rin Who licks your sweet pussy through your panties and chuckles when you let out a whine saying Rinnie don’t be a tease.

Stoner! Rin Who slips off your panties and is mesmerized by your glistening folds. Wanting nothing more than to destroy you, to have your legs shaking and thighs crushing his head as you moan desperate cries of his name.

Stoner! Rin Who starts to kitten lick your clit as his long fingers tease your tight hole. He enjoys seeing you like this, a mess at his hands. You’re quiet mewls make him groan, he’s obsessed with you.

Stoner! Rin Who after teasing you for a while finally gives you what you want, thrusting two fingers inside your wet pussy at once as he sucks on your bud.

Stoner! Rin Who smirks against your wet cunt as he feels you tighten around his fingers. He thrusts them inside you faster, sucking harder on your clit to bring you to your high.

Stoner! Rin Who feels like he’s in heaven when he tastes your cum on his tongue. His cock is the hardest it’s ever been, and he feels like he might cum in his pants as he laps up your juices. It’s like he's been starved and dehydrated for days, he’s so desperate to taste every single drop he can get out of you.

Stoner! Rin Who gets off his knees and takes out his cock, pumping it a few times as he spreads the precum all over.

Stoner! Rin Who tells you to turn around. He can’t wait a second longer, his dick needs to be inside your warm walls, or else he might go crazy.

Stoner! Rin Who wants to tease you, but he’s too needy himself. He can’t wait. He thrusts all of him inside you in one go, not too concerned as he knows you’re dripping wet, and can take him. But whispers in your ear anyways, you good?

Stoner! Rin Who smirks when you nod your head at his question, desperate pleas coming from your mouth. His hands grab the fat flesh of your hips and he starts to thrust into you, pulling your ass back to meet his thrusts.

Stoner! Rin Who’s mind spins as he feels your warm walls engulf his cock. The sound of your ass clapping against him just adds to the pleasure he feels. He’s been dreaming of this moment ever since he first met you, and now that it’s here he feels like he’s gonna cum instantly.

Stoner! Rin Who picks up the pace as he feels his dick twitch inside you and balls tighten. One if his hands leave your hip and slip under your torso down to your sensitive clit. Thumb flicking it in circles.

Stoner! Rin Who lets out a groan as he feels you tighten around him. His thumb moves faster on your clit and his mind goes blank as he feels you tighten around him like you never want him to pull out.

Stoner! Rin who pulls out and cums all over your fat ass cheeks. The sight before him, it’s addictive. He wants to paint your whole body with his cum.

Stoner! Rin Who kisses your neck and cheek gently, picking you up and holding you in his arms. Whispering against your neck, so good f’me.

[animesmolbean]

A World of Pure Imagination

Author's Note: This is my first story. It's a Wonka 2023 x Male!Reader. Let me know if you want a female version of this story, too! Just message me! Also, I'll refer to the reader as Yin instead of Y/N. It'll still mean your name; it's just a different way of writing it. This might change later. Let me know if you like the 'Yin' idea or not.

Enjoy the first chapter!

Summary: Yin is a runaway after his parents died before he turned 18. He meets Noodle, and when he needs a place to stay, she sneaks him into Scrubbit's and Bleacher's. Yin wishes for change. His wish seems to come true when an eccentric and very cute chocolatier comes to town, ready to sell his chocolate.

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

Yin walked around the Gallery Gourmet, his (hair color) (straight/curly/wavy) slightly messy from the wind. He looked around at all the shops and restaurants for what felt like the hundredth time. It's the same old thing over and over again.

As he got closer to the center of the Gallery Gourmet, he saw where the three titans of chocolate resided. Arthur Slugworth, Felix Fickelgruber, and Gerald Prodnose. The sight of the three buildings made him tense, and he looked away.

But just before he could turn and walk away, he heard a voice. But not just a speaking voice. The voice was singing.

🎵At last, the Gallery Gourmet

I knew that we'd see it one day

It's everything you said, Mama

And, oh, so much more🎵

The voice was tenor like and sounded very optimistic. It drew Yin in, and he followed the voice. He weaved through people, excusing himself as he followed the voice.

🎵Each way that you turn, another famous chocolate store

Here's my destiny, I just need to unlock it

Will I crash and burn or go up like a rocket?

I got nothing to offer but my chocolate

And a hatful of dreams🎵

The voice got louder and more clear, signaling he was getter closer. Now, he was in the center of the Gallery Gourmet, and what he saw surprised him.

It was a man, a man around his age; maybe a little older.

He was dressed in a magenta coat with faded gold embroidery, a fuzzy vest over a striped button-up shirt. He also saw a bluish gray scarf around his neck. Beige striped pants that looked like mailman pants, tall worn brown boots, and a brown lumpy top hat. He also had a cane with him. From physical features, Yin could tell he was lithe and pale but not in a sickly sense. He couldn't see his face too well where he was, but he could tell he had dark brown curly hair underneath the top hat.

It was an unusual attire to see, but Yin quite liked it, even feeling envious because he was dressed similarly to the man; minus the coat, hat, cane, and scarf. But the unusual outfit wasn't what took him him off guard. It was the fact he was dancing in the middle of the square.

He looked ridiculous, but Yin couldn't help but find it endearing. He let out a couple of giggles before covering his mouth, a blush blossoming onto his cheeks. Since when did he giggle like a girl with a crush?

Then, he saw Officer Affable tap on the mysterious man's shoulder, reaching his hand out. Yin could only sigh in annoyance. He hated the 'no daydreaming' rule. It was stupid. Not to mention, you have to give three sovereigns for it?! He rolled his eyes. Whoever made the rules needs a good smack on the head.

The man reluctantly gave the officer the money before he left. Officer Affable made eye contact with Yin before giving the boy a nod. Yin nodded back respectfully. Officer Affable was a decent guy; better than some of the other officers.

Yin went to leave, but as he turned, he accidentally made eye contact with the top hat wearing man. He let out a soft gasp. He saw that the man had some sharp facial features but still managed to look childlike.

He quickly recovered and gave the man an apologetic look with a nod before quickly running the opposite way before the man could respond. Once he was behind a building, he inhaled and exhaled softly, his cheeks warm with embarrassment.

'I can't believe I embarrassed myself in front of him. God, I'm an idiot. But.... he didn't judge me when I was blatantly watching him. He actually looked friendly and really cute.' He thought to himself.

Yin bit his bottom lip shyly. He couldn't wait to tell Noodle this later.

(Time Skip to nighttime)

Yin sat in the room in the back of the lobby of Scrubbit and Bleacher's, leaning against the wall. Next to him was Noodle, his one and only best friend. She was reading a book as he read silently next to her. He would occasionally point at a word, silently asking Noodle what it meant. He was intelligent, but Noodle reads more than he does.

The scratching at the entrance to the wash house caught their attention. He heard Mrs. Scrubbit scolding Tiddles, the wild guard dog. They heard Bleacher talking to Ms. Scrubbit. Then, they heard they had another guest.

'Oh no. Not another guest.' Yin thought to himself.

They listened to the two talk, along with the voice of the new guest, a voice Yin swore he recognized.

Mrs. Scrubbit then called for Noodle to pour glasses of gin, which she reluctantly did. Yin took the opportunity to take a peek out into the main lobby. He saw the two pigs known as Mrs. Scrubbit and Bleacher, but when he saw the new guest, he had to hold back a gasp in worry.

'Oh no. It's the cute man from earlier!' He thought to himself.

Yin took Noodle's hand and dragged her into the backroom again.

"Yin? What's wrong?" Noodle whispered.

"It's him." He whispered back.

"You mean..."

Yin nodded. "The man from the Gallery Gourmet."

The pair watched the three converse.

"You see, I'm something of a magician. Inventor and chocolate maker. And first thing tomorrow at the Gallery Gourmet, I plan to unveil my most astonishing creation yet!"

Yin felt his body tense up again. He planned to sell chocolate?! Here?! He's up against the Chocolate Cartel, the only ones who sell chocolate in this town. He can't compete with them.

Yin watched the man remove his top hat. He got a better look at the curly haired man. Sharp jawline, tall nose, his eyes were big and wide, paired with a set of bushy but straight eyebrows that matched perfectly. However, he couldn't see what color his eyes were.

He wondered what color they were.

He watched as the man reached into the hat to seemingly pull out his creation. Instead, he pulled out a teapot.

"A teapot."

"No. That's just for making tea. One second."

He put the teapot back into the hat and went for a second time. This time, he pulled out a bunch of carrots.

"That's for my stew."

Noodle and Yin giggled as the curly haired magician got flustered and tried a third time, but instead continuously pulled out an assortment of scarves. Yin placed his hand over his mouth to prevent a particularly loud giggle that was about to escape his mouth; also, to hide the soft blush that was starting to bloom onto his cheeks.

After Yin calmed down, he saw the man, which he learned was named Mr. Wonka, revert back what Yin assumed was his usual demeanor as he thanked Mrs. Scrubbit. Then, Yin saw Scrubbit take out the thing that he and Noodle dreaded. A contract.

"I have to stop him from signing that. Yin. Go to my room and hide before Mrs. Scrubbit and Bleacher find you." Noodle instructed in a whisper. She pointed up the stairs from her hiding spot in the backroom. "You know where it is."

Yin, knowing the drill, nodded and quickly but quietly jogged upstairs to where the workers sleep. He got to Noodle's room and slipped in, closing the door. He sighed and sat on Noodle's bed. The room was dark, with only a few beams of soft blue moonlight shining through the window, bars on the outside of said window.

'I hope Noodle managed to convince Mr. Wonka into not signing that contract.' His thoughts then wandered to the very adorable magician. 'He seemed so optimistic and driven about his creation. I hope it’s as astonishing as he says it is.' He thought to himself with a soft smile.

Yin removed his boots and laid on the bed. He pulled the threadbare blanket over him. As he drifted off, he thought more about the optimistic and aspiring chocolatier. He was very excited to see what would happen tomorrow.

[iwanttolaunchmyselfintothesun]

i will leave this here and y'all can tell me what you think lol!!! IT'S PERCABETH BUT MAKE IT DRAMATIC, JELOUSY-ADDLED AND HORNY !!

Percy's downfall on the road to love is the day he moves in down the street from Annabeth. 

Because the same day Percy moves in, is the same day Luke moves out, and already she hates him.

At 12, he'd excitedly barrelled out of the moving van, eager to greet the neighbourhood kids after six hours in a car with his parents, and for the most part, they'd responded back in kind. Grover had been particularly happy to have a new playmate in the same grade as him. 

Everyone had greeted him warmly, and then there had been Annabeth.

Her grey eyes, already so unique, piquing his curiosity almost immediately, because he'd never met a girl with such interesting eyes before, they’d been tinged dark, stormy. 

Because as Percy had come to find out, with Percy's arrival in the neighbourhood, had come Luke's departure and the distance between a boy two years older and a girl hopelessly in love had become insurmountable. 

Annabeth had been frosty, to say the least.

And despite his best efforts, worming his way under her skin, so many summers, so many camps spent together, Christmas Eves, block parties, you name it, Percy's downfall remained the same. 

Luke Castellan.

Percy has never been one to play the game of jealousy. He’s been jealous, envious so long now that he’s grown used to it. 

How long have Annabeth and Luke been dating now? Four years? Maybe five? 

They’d started dating in high school, right around the time Annabeth developed boobs, an ass that had him hiding during gym class and finally tamed her crazy blonde curls. 

The spunk that Percy had always found cute, endearing, living to wage war just to watch Annabeth outwit him, well other boys started finding it cute too. They used to think she was annoying, hanging out with the boys, her knees always dirty, her hair forced into an aggressive ponytail just so it wasn’t in her way. They didn’t look twice. Percy had always looked though, always been a little in love, even if it was hard to admit to himself. But he’d held back, unsure of her feelings towards him, because every speck of affection Percy got from her, would read into and agonize over in the dark of the night, well Luke got that tenfold. So Percy had never confessed, and the day high school had started and Annabeth had walked in, her beautiful gold ringlets hanging loose around her face, just begging to be tugged on, and wearing something other than jeans and a sweatshirt, well Percy had been screwed. 

Luke, two years older and well-versed in her affection, had snatched her right up before Percy even had a chance to think. They’ve been dating ever since, and Percy has wanted to kill him ever since. But he’s playing the long game, the game of Annabeth one day realizing she’s way too good for the asshole who ditches her every Saturday night for football practice, who won’t follow her to museums just to watch her coo over the architecture. 

So here he is, jealousy is nothing new to him, it’s his every fucking day. As if on cue, Annabeth sprints towards him from across the quad, they’d had plans to meet up for coffee after their morning classes. 

She’s waving aggressively, one hand held up to her ear as she clutches her phone and in the morning light she’s so very pretty, those gold curls taunting him, begging to be tugged at. It’s a privilege he’s not allowed, though, and one he’s never seen Luke take advantage of. Bastard. All Percy’s little ADHD brain wants to do is yank at them, run his fingers through the ringlets, they’d be so soft, would his hand get caught? How would they feel? As she appears in front of him, he resists the urge to reach his hand out and touch them. 

That would be weird… super weird and not worth the consequences. 

Annabeth arrives in a flurry of movement, her hand on his arm for a quick squeeze and a bright smile while she finishes up her phone conversation. 

“I’ll see you later, baby.” Percy wants to throw up, as he hears the response on the other end of the line, Luke’s rich timbre and Annabeth’s subsequent happy little sigh. Ugh. 

She turns to him as she hangs up, “Seaweed brain, what are you up to?” Resisting the urge to throw up his breakfast, that’s what. 

He plasters on a smile, allowing her to link their arms as she drags him towards the popular campus coffee shop, “I just finished class and I desperately need caffeine.” Annabeth grins, leaning into him, and is it any wonder he’s in love with her? When she’s doing stuff like this? 

Physical affection is so deeply ingrained in their relationship that it would be weird if he called it out now, but god, is it sweet, sweet torture. 

Her chest is locked tight against his arm and as usual, Percy has to recite the alphabet backwards to avoid thinking about Annabeth’s very impressive assets.

She has nice boobs and Luke is a lucky man, but sometimes he really wishes Annabeth were just a little more aware of the fact that he is a hot-blooded male and the urge to look doesn’t just go away because they’re besties. 

He very much wants to look… and feel, especially because she’s wearing a disturbingly low cut shirt and they look absolutely fantastic today. No! Bad Percy! No impure thoughts! 

He tunes back into the conversation when Annabeth smacks him, her brows furrowed, “Have you been listening to anything I’ve been saying?” No, he’s been having an existential crisis over her tits, obviously. 

Percy shrugs and she smacks his arm again. This time, Percy tries valiantly to keep his eyes on her face and his ears in the conversation. They’re in the coffee shop now, that much he’s noticed. “Sorry,” Percy jokes, “I told you I need caffeine.”

Annabeth sighs before dragging him up to the register, “Get him the largest cold brew coffee you’ve got please, and I’ll have a Grande pumpkin spice.” Without another word, Percy pulls out his wallet, and before she can protest too much, he hip checks her out of the way. 

The cashier is looking at him in amusement as Percy taps his card against the machine, “Spunky one you’ve got there.” “Don't remind me,” Percy groans, and he can practically feel the little blonde heathen’s gaze drilling bullets into his head, and sure enough as he turns, she���s glowering at him from the pickup counter. She hates when he pays for things, it infuriates her in a way that has Percy paying for stuff just to see the look on her face. She’s so fucking cute. 

She gives him the silent treatment for a cool minute and a half before she reluctantly starts talking again, “You’re such a dick.” “I’m sorry I didn’t realize paying for your coffee was such an asshole move, I’ll be sure to let all the other men know.” 

“You never let me pay.” “And I never will, accept it, wise girl.” She continues to fume as their coffee orders are called out, cheeks puffed up, and grey eyes stormy, “I’ll get you back one of these days.” He hands her the pumpkin spice latte she’d ordered smugly, “I’d like to see you try.” And that, that scene right there, is how Rachel Elizabeth Dare enters the picture: disastrously. 

She’s coming in to pick up an online order, pumpkin spice judging from the cup, just like Annabeth.

As soon as she spots him, her eyes light up, just like they have every time since that first political science course. “Percy!” Percy for the second time today, feels like he could throw up his breakfast, especially when Annabeth’s keen grey eyes lock onto Rachel like a heat sinking fucking missile. 

It actually feels wrong that her eyes aren’t glowing, and the whole coffee shop isn’t erupting into a mass explosion, Percy would almost actually prefer it. 

“Rachel,” Percy greets awkwardly, teeth gnashed into some semblance of a smile. 

This isn’t something Percy had ever wanted to occur. 

Because side chicks, from Percy’s deeply rudimentary understanding of the player mentality, are not in fact supposed to meet the main chick.

And Annabeth, despite having a long-term boyfriend, is 100% the main chick. 

He awaits death. 

“Hey, I didn’t expect to see you here, I’m just between my art courses right now, next is nude modeling,” Rachel winks, “You still sure you don’t want to volunteer.” Percy curses Rachel’s normally endearing confidence, because there is no possible way Annabeth can misconstrue this.

No possible way he can misconstrue this to Annabeth. 

Percy laughs awkwardly, feeling Annabeth fidget beside him, her fingers drumming against her coffee cup, her lips pursed tight in displeasure. Shit, shit, shit, he has to get out of this situation and quickly. “I’ll pass, but umm we actually really have to go, so I’ll see you later–” “Tonight,” Rachel presses him, “Tonight, you said you were free Wednesday nights right?” “Yes.” Damn him and his pre-planning, damn all the stupid ADHD strategies and coping mechanisms has mother has drilled into him! 

“Tonight then,” Rachel grins before turning her gaze to the very furious blonde next to him, he can practically feel her vibrating. Annabeth does not like being left out of the loop, and seeing as how Percy hasn’t even introduced her yet, she is probably at an all-time level of furious. “This is umm Annabeth, my best friend,” Percy trips over his words, struggling to introduce her fast enough and even still, his infuriated blonde does not look impressed. 

Rachel on the other hand absolutely beams at the introduction, probably thrilled to finally meet his infamous best friend, “Percy has told me so much about you, great to meet you.” “You as well,” Annabeth replies primly, her hand held out for a shake, “I’m so sorry I don’t think Percy has mentioned you before.”

Rachel chuckles, “I’m Rachel, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Percy and I are,” She pauses for a moment and the pause is truly damning, a secretive little smile on her lips, “Friends.” The way she says the word has Annabeth’s smiling, all teeth, murderous. “Of course,” His perky little blonde replies sweetly, like nothing is wrong, like she isn’t going to tear into him in a moment, “You’ll have to excuse us though Rachel, I need him for something.” “Bye,” Rachel hums happily, “I’ll see you later Percy.” Percy knows that he is doomed. 

Annabeth is in shock.

It has to be shock, there’s no other feeling it could be.

Because Percy, her best friend, golden retriever boy, gets…bitches? 

Annabeth genuinely doesn’t know what to say, she has to sit down on a park bench just to let it sink in.

Percy is looking her over worryingly, lip bitten between his teeth and a gentle hand on her arm, and when the hell did his hands get so big?

Too many things are changing, and Annabeth doesn’t like it at all.

Percy sits down next to her, awkwardly handing her coffee over, he’d taken it when he’d realized the fall risk was high.

“Was that umm your girlfriend or something?”

Percy scratches the back of his head nervously, “Or something.”

“Percy Jackson, you tell me right now or so help me god—”

He swallows nervously, those pretty green eyes of his darting away, avoiding her gaze, “We have a thing.” “What do you mean a thing?” 

“We hang out sometimes.” “Percy,” Annabeth huffs, losing her patience, “What do you mean?” His eyes dart back to her, and he grumbles, “Do I have to spell it out?” “You’re sleeping with her?”

“Surprise,” Percy mutters awkwardly, “I’m not a virgin anymore.” Annabeth has no idea what to do with this information.

Her mind, the one asset she can always count on, constantly in motion, fixing, planning, calculating and yet now, it is blank. 

An entire system reboot. It’s not like she thought Percy would remain a sexless virgin forever, he’s a boy after all, and to Annabeth’s immense chagrin her best friend is hot, really hot, actually. When they walk around campus together, other girls look on in jealousy in a way she’s only used to with Luke.  

So mentally, somewhere deep in the depths of her mind, she knew it would happen at some point. Annabeth just didn’t think she’d have to be confronted with it quite so obviously, or quite so soon. 

“Congratulations,” Annabeth forces out, eye twitching a little because she doesn’t really know what this means for their friendship. 

For as long as she can remember it’s always been Annabeth, Percy and Grover. And then, as high school started and Grover switched schools, it became Annabeth and Luke… And Percy.  

He’s never had a girlfriend before, and admittedly, Annabeth had been avoiding the possibility of it like the plague. 

But… it’s fine. It’ll all be fine. She has Luke and now maybe Percy will have this Rachel girl, and everything will be just fine. 

Fine. Is it cognitive dissonance? Absolutely, 100 % Annabeth meets the psychological definition she’d been studying in her textbook to a fucking T. Will she admit it? Absolutely not. 

So, she plasters on a smile, and turns to Percy, shoulder checking him playfully, “Glad you finally got some, I was starting to think you were a lost cause Jackson.” 

A small smile creeps up his lips, unsure, nervous, “Just a late bloomer Chase, what can I say?” 

Percy had reservations about the idea of Rachel and Annabeth meeting, it was everything he never wanted, worlds colliding, all of that. And yet, what is probably worse than the meeting itself, more awkward than her quizzing him about his relationship with Rachel, is probably her complete and utter indifference on the subject afterwards. She doesn’t bring it up again, doesn’t even acknowledge it, simply goes about her day and very pointedly avoids making any plans with him for any subsequent Wednesday nights. Percy doesn’t really know how to feel about it. 

Objectively, he knows Annabeth is in love with Luke, has been since she was a little girl. He can still remember their first meeting, how unimpressed she’d looked even as a ten-year-old, her nose turned up at Luke’s replacement. She’d turned pointedly to Grover and said very simply, “I miss Luke,” before heading off towards her house. Percy grew up with the knowledge that no matter what, he would always be inferior in Annabeth’s eyes, that he would never quite measure up to the handsome blonde boy that stole her heart with a crooked smile and eyes bluer than the sky. 

But still, Percy had kind of expected some… Kind of reaction from her upon meeting his first ever fling/situationship, whatever the kids are calling it these days. 

She’d barely reacted, and simply went on with her day, and she hasn’t asked him about it since. 

Percy watches her, sipping thoughtfully at his soft drink and then, as if compelled by some larger force, he kicks her shin lightly. 

Annabeth looks up from her homework to glare at him menacingly, “Percy, I’m trying to concentrate.” “Yeah, but I’m taking a break and if I take a break that means you have to take a break.” 

She looks up at him again, a scowl on her face, but she can’t hold it for long, her lips twitching up before she hits him. 

“You’re so annoying.” But she closes her book anyway and Percy smiles, his hand reaching for hers across the table, a compulsion he just can’t break. 

He steals her pen instead of lacing their fingers like he wants to, lets his touch linger just a little longer than is strictly appropriate, traces the line of her knuckles as he goes and shit her hands are so soft, beautiful. 

Annabeth has always had pretty hands, soft, dainty and made to draw, to ink the designs of large buildings, coliseums, plot out structures larger than life. 

He can’t help that he wants to touch them, who wouldn’t want to touch greatness? Her eyes are soft as she looks him over, heather grey, and fuck he hates it when she’s like this, soft for him, pretty, loving. It gives him hope, hope he’s not allowed to have. 

It makes him want things he shouldn’t want, makes him bolder than he should be. 

Percy decides self sabotage is the best way to fight her off, when in doubt, always best for him to stick his foot in his mouth. 

It’s one of his greatest strengths if he does say so himself. 

“How are things with Luke?” At this, Annabeth’s previously sweet countenance evaporates, her lips pursing up in irritation, all that cute sleepy contentedness going right out the window, just like his chance of a relaxing afternoon. 

“Busy, football season, you know,” Annabeth replies curtly, snatching her hand away from his to grab another pen that she almost immediately begins clicking in irritation. Got to love the ADHD rage kicking in. 

She doesn’t say much else, just glowers murderously at the nearest bookshelf, her pen clicking out death threats in Morse code. Percy has been best friends with Annabeth since they were ten, he knows exactly which buttons to press to get her to open up, she’s like an open book to him now. “C’mon Wise Girl, give me more than that, what’s going on?” “I don’t know,” She huffs, and blissfully the clicking stops, only for Annabeth to begin drawing angry scratch marks along her notes, enraged pink lines, “He’s barely talking to me, says he has practice all the time I don’t know what to do. I’m worried there’s another girl.” 

At this, Percy genuinely gawks at her, dropping his hand to the desk in affront, “Annabeth c’mon, there’s no way.” It kills Percy in the worst kind of way to defend Luke, but it’s also just the honest truth. 

Luke might be a shitty boyfriend most of the time, but he knows for sure the blonde really does care for Annabeth, even if privately Percy thinks they’ve both outgrown the relationship.

Luke cares for Annabeth in the way he always texts Percy when she has an exam, or tells him to look after her when they go out. Luke cares, but always from afar, and Percy is always left with the actual gruntwork, the boyfriendly duties the blonde should very much be fulfilling. Percy has no problem with this of course, he’d do it without Luke asking because Annabeth is his best friend, and he loves her, he’d always look after her. 

But Percy is also uniquely aware of the fact that he is a glorified boyfriend, but without the benefits. Example A: He’s in the library on a Tuesday night, sharing takeout and studying for an exam he doesn’t have tomorrow all so he can walk Annabeth home from the library. And who is she going to go home to? To their shared off-campus apartment, to canoodle and spend the rest of her night with? Fucking Luke Castellan. 

And yet, here he is, comforting her about him. As if on cue a text chimes through and Annabeth’s face lights up as she reads it, “Maybe I’m being too hard on him though, he just said he grabbed pizza for us.” “We just grabbed burgers,” Percy volunteers blandly and Annabeth barely looks up from her phone as she shoves her greasy brown paper bag towards him, “Here have mine, you need the protein anyway, don’t you have a swim meet next week?” He’d be flattered that she remembered if she actually looked up from her phone. 

After a minute she finally looks up, lip bitten between her teeth in that tell-tale look, the one that screams guilt, that she’s going to ditch him in precisely 0.2 seconds for her boyfriend. “Percy I’m really sorry do you think I can–” “Go,” Percy tells her, and it’s painless this time as she gets up, giving him a brief hug before she leaves, “You’re the best.” He’s left only moderately dejected in the library with food for two and studying he doesn’t need to do.

University is lonelier than he thought it would be, Percy thinks errantly, grabbing a curly fry from Annabeth’s bag. 

Then he calls up Rachel Elizabeth Dare. 

Might as well make it worth it. 

Objectively, Annabeth doesn’t mean to ignore Grover’s calls. His… thirty missed calls. 

Her phone rings again in her hand, interrupting her studying for about the tenth time in the last few minutes, and finally, she brings the phone to her ear, “Hello.” “Annabeth,” Grover sounds shocked that she actually picked up, and she truly has to wonder if the calls are for a good reason. “Yes, it’s me, the person you’ve called about forty times now,” She responds dryly, and she can imagine his wince on the other side of the phone. “Yeah sorry about that, I was just wondering if you’ve talked to Percy.” Percy. Annabeth frowns as she recounts the last time she saw him, their library study date last Tuesday, a week ago now, the one she’d had to cut short. 

Huh, weird, she really hasn’t seen him this week. 

“No,” Annabeth responds tentatively as she pulls up her and Percy’s text conversation on her computer, eyebrows knitted together as she goes over their many messages. 

“He seems fine, though we’ve been talking all week, said he aced his Ancient Greek quiz because I drilled architecture into his brain,” Annabeth boasts smugly as she rereads over their conversation, a smile coming to her lips. Seaweed Brain is killing college after all, she thinks fondly. Grover says nothing in her ear and the frown is back on her face, “What’s wrong? Has he not been responding to you or something? Did you two get into a fight?” 

It would be quite atypical if they had, it’s usually her and Percy who end up fighting over stupid shit. 

Grover hums on the other end of the line nervously, “We’re not fighting per se, it’s just I haven’t really been able to get a hold of him recently, and I thought maybe you were taking up all his time, that would make sense, but evidently not.”

“What do you mean ‘that would make sense’,” Annabeth imitates Grover’s gruff baritone with a scoff, “We’re not attached at the hip, we don’t spend all of our time together. I have a boyfriend, you know.” “I’m very aware,” Grover snarks back, a note of resentment to his tone, and Annabeth grabs her coffee so she doesn’t explode at him. 

Grover has never exactly been a fan of her and Luke dating, and he’s never really gotten over it. He can suck eggs though. 

“Percy is probably fine, I don’t know what you’re so worried about, he’s nineteen, not five, he’s probably just busy with swim practice, other friends you know the works.”

Annabeth tries her very best not to think of Rachel Elizabeth Dare as she lists all the things her best friend could be out doing, knowing that the redhead could be exactly what he’s out doing right now. 

“That's what I’m worried about,” Grover mumbles over the other end of the line and Annabeth sighs, “If you really want I’ll go check on him.” “Umm,” Grover sounds unsure now and Annabeth sighs in irritation, “Grover pick a struggle here, are you worried or not?” “Fine, fine, don’t worry about him, I’ll just keep trying to call.” “No,” Annabeth asserts, “You called me forty times, I’m gonna go over to his apartment and see how he’s doing.” 

“It was not forty Annabeth! And no, I don’t think that’s a good idea Percy is umm obviously busy with something, I’ll just wait until he resurfaces. It’s fine.” Annabeth reluctantly agrees before hanging up the phone, telling her very neurotic friend to cool his jets, preaching about the art of calmness. And then she spends the next twenty minutes glaring at her calculus homework. Because Grover might sort of be right, she hasn’t seen Percy in exactly a week, and despite talking over text he’s made absolutely zero move to see her. It’s very un-Percy like of him. It’s weird. 

She doesn’t like it at all. So, because she can’t concentrate on anything else, she packs up her stuff and trudges towards Percy’s apartment with purpose. What the hell is her best friend up to?

Percy, Annabeth finds out is studying. 

But not alone. No, to Annabeth’s immense horror she finds her best friend in the coffee shop on the first floor of his apartment building, a favourite haunt of his. He’s snacking on a scone and staring at his political science textbook like it holds the answers to all the questions of the universe, and next to him, smiling secretively with every glance up, is a girl. A very beautiful girl. 

A girl that is far too pretty to be sitting in this dingy little coffee shop with her best friend. She’s the kind of girl that you see on Pinterest, the girl everyone else wants to be, hair perfectly coiffed, falling in silky chocolate caramel waves down her back, like the most delicious caramel macchiato Annabeth has ever seen. 

Her eyes are a dark chocolate colour, framed by thick full lashes and everything about her is so striking that Annabeth has the undeniable urge to take her phone out and snap a picture, because she simply cannot be real. 

She smiles again, a hand darting out to pinch Percy’s arm, and he looks up at her with a smile of his own, one Annabeth realizes dully that she has missed over the past week without him. 

Shit. 

For the second time, Annabeth’s brain struggles to reboot, and she can almost hear the Windows XP startup sound in her head as her brain begins to compute the image in front of her. The conclusion she comes to is not one that she likes, not at all. 

Percy, her very innocent, very wholesome, loving best friend, might just possibly be… a player?

A whore? Is that the right word? Annabeth genuinely doesn’t know. 

Percy laughs at something the girl says, leaning in, and she watches with laser focus as he touches her arm, how comfortably he does so, how he doesn’t move his hand right away. The next thing she knows, said hand is wrapped around the girl’s waist and he’s leaning in to help her with something, close, so close, way too fucking close. 

Annabeth is left utterly confounded as she witnesses her best friend smoothly flirt with this beautiful girl, not an ounce of hesitation in him. He’s absolutely brimming with confidence, mouth at her ear, whispering things to her, cheeky jokes and an endless amount of reasons to touch her.

What do they say about change? That it’s good? That it brings innovation, all that jazz? 

After all where were modern architecture be without the change brought on by mother, Zaha Hadid? What about the differences between the ancient Greeks, the Romans, the aqueducts? 

So change is supposed to be good, that is well established, and hadn’t she been thrilled when she and Luke finally started dating, the best change to mark the rest of their lives together. 

But as she looks at Percy, changing right in front of her eyes, all she feels is cold dread. 

Her thoughts are insidious, selfish and worse than Percy deserves when he’s always so good to her. But all Annebth can think is that he shouldn’t be touching this girl so familiarly, shouldn’t be stealing sips of her coffee, shouldn’t be doing any of these things with anyone except her. 

Inexplicably, Annabeth finds herself grabbing her phone, typing in a number she knows by heart, etched into her fingertips, and before she can stop herself she’s dialing. She can’t help it as the tone rings in her ear, she just, she needs the reassurance, the knowledge that she’s still the most important no matter how selfish it may be. 

It takes two rings, and Annabeth watches with bated breath as Percy and the beautiful girl next to him both glance at his phone curiously. 

Will he answer it? She can pinpoint the exact moment he realizes it’s her because he’s snatching his phone like it’s about to burst into flame, giving the girl an apologetic smile before he’s standing up and walking away and then–

His voice is in her ear, a little out of sorts, but it’s the deep baritone she loves, raspy as he tries to keep himself quiet, “Hey.” Annabeth practically melts, her entire mood shifting, calm now with his attention, “Hey.” Percy chuckles on the other end of the line, and Annabeth watches as he heads towards the exit of the cafe, looking for somewhere quiet. Shit. She stumbles, hiding herself behind a nearby pillar and thanking the gods for structural building supports. 

“What’s up?” Percy asks and Annabeth allows her guilt to catch up with her finally because what the fuck is she doing? How needy is she? She’s calling him while he’s on a date? How very unhinged and very un-Annabeth of her, it’s actually ridiculous. “Umm,” She struggles, “Not much, just missed you.” This is evidently the wrong thing to say because she can hear his breath hitch, can feel how his smile has probably lit up like the sun, “Of course you did, I’m great I’d miss me too.” Before she can help it, she’s quipping right back, “I’ve changed my mind I don’t miss you anymore, you’re too smug already, you don’t need the attention.” “Wait–” He’s chuckling in her ear, “I do I need all the attention now tell me what’s up Annabeth?” Damn him!

“Umm not much, I just thought we could hang out later if you weren’t busy.” 

Annabeth glances around her pillar to see Percy lingering near the outside of the cafe, leaned up against his own pillar, she catches just enough of a glimpse to see him frown. 

“I’m a bit busy tonight,” Percy tells her evasively, “How about tomorrow?” Annabeth bites her lip, “I’m not sure if I can do tomorrow, yet I’ll let you know, I have a weird group project.” Percy laughs, “With the guy from your interactive arts and media class? The one who’s always wearing suspenders?” Annabeth groans, “Yes, that one.” “Good luck with that Wise Girl.” “Thanks Seaweed Brain I’ll need it.” “Okay well I’ll let you go then,” Percy tells her and Annabeth hums into the phone line, about to say her goodbyes, only vaguely comforted by the call. Because sure he’d picked up, but he hadn’t dropped everything for her. And shit is she going to become that girl best friend. Please gods no, she has to get it together. Just before they hang up though Percy gets one last line in, one last little sentence to melt her heart. “Hey Annabeth?” “Yeah?” “I missed you too.” And then he hangs up, and Annabeth watches her best friend walk back towards his date with another girl with the biggest smile on his face she’s ever seen. It hurts because she doesn’t know which girl the smile is for. 

[marvins-linguinie]

bathroom scene, but edited (by yours truly)

robin: have you.. ever been in love?

steve: yes. but i wish i wasn't, because this girl, the one i was in love with, she hurt me. and, long story short, she didn't feel the same way i did.

robin: are you still in love with this girl?

steve: no.

robin: why?

steve: because i think i found someone who's a little bit better for me. it's crazy, like it's someone who i didn't even talk to in school, maybe it's because tommy h. would have made fun of me, or i wouldn't be prom king. and, i don't know why, because this guy, the one that i like-

robin: HOLD ON, WHAT?

steve: oh. oh god. um. im sorry.

robin: no, it's okay, steve. im uh... im only into girls.

steve: wait, really?

robin: yeah. you know um tammy thompson?

steve: the one who sounds like a muppet?

robin: she does not!

steve: have you heard her? apparently she wants to move to nashville and become a singer or some shit.

robin: she has dreams!

steve: come on. i mean, she's cute and all, but no.

robin: she's kind, and funny-

steve: she has dad jokes, rob! dad jokes.

robin: but they're cute! she would never notice me, though. she's like the definition of straight.

steve: apparently you thought i was too.

robin: yeah, well, that's different.

steve: im bi. so like half straight i guess.

robin: makes sense.

steve: but tammy thompson?

robin: shut up, dingus. you probably like that record store guy. what was his name? eddie? the one with the long hair.

steve:

robin: OH MY GOD! YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON RECORD STORE GUY!

steve: it'll go away.

robin: OH MY GOD YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON RECORD STORE GUY! IS IT HIS HAIR?

steve: I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW HE HAS SUCH PERFECT HAIR

robin: im sensing some jealousy. oh, an envious crush? enemies to lovers?

steve: robin, i swear-

robin: i could see him liking you, steve.

steve: really?

robin: pfft yeah. plus i hope he does, because if i have to watch you attempt to flirt with another customer, i might throw up again.

steve: well, i don't think we'll be seeing much of starcourt anymore. once people find out that there's a super top secret russian base under scoops, they'll be like 'AHHH'

robin:

steve:

they burst out into laughter

dustin, pushing the door open: where have you two BEEN?

erica: they look like they're on drugs.

dustin: yeah, no shit.

robin: oh, i think i got something on my uniform. is that blood or puke?

steve: maybe both?

robin: OH MY GOD YOU'RE SO RIGHT!

steve: WOAH THE LIGHTS, ROBIN LOOK AT THE LIGHTS

robin: woahh

[run2seob]

5 things you like about 5 of your moots?

turned from subtly fangirling to "i'm (not)subtly in love with u and your blog" but thank u for the ask bcs i have an excuse to >:)

@gyuletters

her ability to write a variety of genres without using cliches

her kindness ^^ she's always complimenting accounts and writng the best reblogs

her theme (it's soo pretty) and how well it represents her. star's personality is so sweet and i feel like her theme reflects that

she comes up with the best prompts too! like i'm envious of her brain

how comforting her fics are (and binge worthy~)

@junoswrlld

even before me and juno became close, they were so so kind to me T0T

her ability to pace herself and balance her fics and personal life (i genuinely could not do this like.. admirable, seriously)

her crack ficshehsh they're so good >< she makes chapters leave you with suspense every time

how many memes she finds. it's one of my fav things because how do i wake up to 40 cat and scrimbo memes 😭

how reliable she is!! i can trust her with my fics and spoilers and it's so nice :> she gives motivation and gained my trust so easily :')

@mazeinthemoon

i can't believe i only have to do five?? i need more space to write about how moon writes. the way emotion is captured into her writing is filled with suspense but also comfort? like, in between dialogue, there's those quotes that you replay in your mind over and over again because how could someone think of that?

^^ adding onto this, the way she incorporates figurative language into her text perfectly captures the moment. it's not blatant and keeps the sentence flow which is impressive. as a writer i respect moon even more because even i struggle with that T0T

i've said this for everyone but can you blame me? they're all kind, moon included! she's always answering asks in the kindest way

^^ additionally, the way she types is so cute. and by this i mean kaomojis and emoticons. i love emoji faces so much hehe

best for last ofc~ her fics in general! glitter and the goalie both had me hooked. like essay long notes and annotations. i might reread glitter because of how on the edge it had me and bcs of her recent post.. detective reader activated >:)

@hueningsloverr

RHIA'S ANGST. that's shakespeare's child now, seriously. the way she writes angst is beautiful.. but like beautiful in a way where it feels like a pretty statue of a little girl crying but it's beautiful. beautiful in the way where it hurts but is pretty... makes you cry tears bcs of how well it was written yk?

the way she views things is soo beautiful. like in her reblogs and how she views songs. (could write an essay) when she wrote txt x time in a bottle it fit with the boys perfect and was just so pretty. there's so many quotes i remmeber and trust i'm not forgetting

i'm gonna make these shorter but how many ideas she comes up with. i could never T0T

her themeee

i wished i talk to her more!! i'm always scared to talk to my moots but i love her pseonality i would be so happy to talk to her more but i'm too scared

@huenation

themethemetheme it's so cute

idk if this counts but i was reading their bf beomgyu texts and was listening to hea and read the "oh my god" as the same time as the song said it and can't forget about that 😭

ugh my top 5 comfort fic being soobin meeting yns parents like.. i love this fic so much and ik this isn't recs but they write so well 😭 the moment is always described in the best ways and i can visualize them so well

i don't talk to amor much but i love their posts/txt reblogs ><

and that i wish them happiness. i know a lot of people's posts and writings reflect their emotions, and i just hope they're doing well. everyone has bad times, but it really depends what mindset you approach them with, you know? i just hope they get to smile :)

[youremyheaven]

I don’t think all venusians are bad but I also had a share of bad experiences with them. I don’t know if I should drag the women or the men first. I’d talk about the women first because they’re in my family and it’s a more neutral point of view than hate or a one time experience. My purva ashada stellium grandmother used to starve her children too and is extremely cheap. Tbh I don’t think she has a bad relationship with her daughters. She seems to get along with them pretty well. However my mom who’s purva phalguni moon has similar behavior as the previous ano. She’s very jealous and envious of other women constantly comparing herself to other women and she needs to be the “best looking” among others. Otherwise she lose her mind. She’s very image conscious and she’s a complete different person with strangers or my friends. She wants to be seen as the cool mom. She also assumes every single man she interacts with has some sort of romantic interest in her. She also says phrases like “you’ll never be as attractive as used to be” like even if It was true and I was a walking troll she shouldn’t be saying this to her daughter ? I also find it weird how every single Venusian woman I talk to is extremely fake ? Like they’re obsessed with status and want to be seen as higher or richer than what they actually are. They love to see people beneath them. They strive to be the best in that way. They’re very superficial and they would definitely befriend someone or be around someone for the aesthetic or for what they could get from them. They would take shamelessly from people without giving back and when you called them out they be like “I didn’t ask you to” when they truly did pressure you into it. I think for men, most Venusian men I met, they would be very polite, kind helpful and try to please me as much as possible. Like they would get interested in my hobbies and try to get close to me with some hidden intention or purpose to it. When I don’t get fooled by their act, it’s almost as their mask drops and I see another version of them that is much cruel and mean ? It’s like they want to “punish” you. They would paint themselves as the victim because you didn’t give them what they wanted or desired from you. Whatever that is. They would tarnish your reputation or come for you in settings. Now, I don’t think I had many Venusian friends (only 2 ) that are woman but they both would lie and act as if they’re “rich” even if they’re not and I already know they’re not and I don’t even care because I never bring such things up.

💀💀💀u have described so many people i know, its crazyyy,, one girl i went to college with who had Saturn in Bharani atmakaraka was just like u described. she was upper middle class at best but she wanted to be seen as rich so bad?? she'd insert random details to make herself sound 🤑🤑she spoke about how much she spent on clothes even tho she always wore the same stuff on repetition?? (im not being a hater, her comments always just made no sense??) she'd talk about how her family only fed their dog specially bought meat and it was just ??? i hated the way she spoke about money and same goes for another Venusian girlie i know, she wont shut up about money and always exaggerates for good effect?? its so cringe to me ngl. theyre also the type of people who want to put others down to feel better about themselves. I think Venusians in general don't like it when someone tries to imply that they're on the same "level" so they always put others down to establish superiority. every Venusian woman I know is arrogant and conceited in some ways. one time the atmakaraka chick told me that her dad bought her a new car and i was like ok good for you? and she always spoke about how its her car when it was actually just a new car for the fam after they disposed off the old one?? lol?

one time my friends and i were eating out and a really cute kid (5-6 yr old girl) and her mom came in, all my friends said that the kid resembled me quite a bit and the Bharani ak girl said "yeah she's chubby like you" 🤡🤡🤡first of all the kid wasn't "chubby" by a long shot, and even if she was who tf says that about a 5yr old??? she just wanted to establish dominance? and did not like the fact that others thought we resembled each other lmao?? what a complete asshole, imagine insulting a literal child and your friend?? Venusian women do not like it when other women seem to have the upper hand in any way. They are not girls girls, i have said this before and i'll say it again Venusians are the OG "im not like other girls" girl.

im so sorry you went through all that anon. i wish you healing and peace<3

[angelasscribbles]

A little bird told me that's it your birthday, so...

Can't believe it's been another year!! Where the heck does the time go...?

I know you have not been focusing on TRR as much recently, but I wanted to celebrate by putting together a bit of a collage of the amazing stories and relationships you've built over the past 3 (...4?) years on Tumblr!

So, sit back and enjoy!

I know these are your normal ships, but I couldnt resist adding in some BR Riley x Leo as well 😆

And... last but not least, some incorrect quotes to top it all off! Hopefully I've managed to find some new ones you haven't seen before!

Just Riley

Riley: I love saying 'fuck me' because it can either be sexual or self-loathing and those are two things that describe me perfectly.

Riley: To everyone who has treated me poorly; I am sexier than you.

Riley: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches.

Riley x Liam

Liam: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration* Riley: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Liam: I— I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

Riley: I know every song to ever exist it doesn't matter if it's from the past, present or the future. Liam: Oh yeah? Then continue this. Liam: I don't cook I don't clean- Riley: So let me tell you how I got this ring. Riley & Liam: ..... Riley & Liam: GOBBLE ME, SWALLOW ME-

Riley x Drake

Riley: Hey, wanna take a shower with me? Drake: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

Riley: What’s your body count? Drake: Do you mean sex or murder?

Riley x Max

Riley: You look good in that hoodie. Maxwell: You know where else I'd look good? Riley, zero hesitation: My bed. Maxwell, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

Maxwell: Heh, Riley sneezes like a girl. Riley: How about I pound you like boy? Riley: That didn’t come out right.

Riley x Rashad

Riley: I committed all 7 deadly sins in 30 minutes. Rashad: Wow, I've gotta hear this. Riley: I was angry and envious of my neighbor so I lazily seduced his wife and ate all his groceries and didn't share. Rashad: You forgot pride. Riley: No, I'm pretty proud of this.

Rashad, barging in: Syphilis! Riley: Rashad: Riley: Pardon?

Riley x Leo

Leo: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right? Riley: Nope, there's 26. Leo: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T. Riley: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one. Leo: You'll get the D later ;).

Riley: Know why I called you in here? Leo: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic. Riley: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

OH, my gosh!! Those images are fantastic! (Also, funny story, a Leo x Riley x Drake idea has been percolating in my head.....)

The quotes were all good, espeically the "Do you mean sex or murder?" (So spot on for BR Drake!)

But this....

Maxwell: Heh, Riley sneezes like a girl. Riley: How about I pound you like boy? Riley: That didn’t come out right.

made me snort laugh!

I think it came out just right! (still want to write a Riley x Max pegging scene....)

Thank you so much for this! Seriously, day made!!

[jasyred]

Reflections: sequel to ruminate.

I bet she's a k-pop stan.

I remember typing in the group-chat looking at her username. It was a random group-chat, with lots of random people and some random dude went ahead and added lots of new girls in there. Her username caught my attention.

She had a dark profile picture, not the type you'll find chronically online, but when she did come active, she had the ability to catch everyone's attention. In a good way of course. She was a woman of many talents; she is a woman of many talents.

I was slightly envious; she was everything I wanted to be.

We were a year apart and she seemed in a much better place than me. Made me wonder where I am going with my life. I feel talentless. She's exactly who I dream to be. Why did I give up on things I wanted to do?

Is it even possible for someone like me to be friends with someone like her? We're opposites...

"EVERYONE FACE REVEAL" "NEWBIES DO A FACE REVEAL" "COME ON" the group-chat was then bombarded with new picture threads.

Here we go. I clicked sent.

After that, I don't have the memory of who reacted what to my picture but, I do remember holding down the screen to stare at her longer.

"She looks..." unfamiliarly familiar. I don't think I have ever seen a face like that before. She feels like a distant memory. I checked the username again. It was her. This is what she looked like. "pretty", I replied to her thread with my own picture. I was nervous, when I clicked sent.

I tapped through other people's pictures, but they went in a blur. I felt like I was in a trance. That's the quietest I had ever been. I opened the whole thread again; she wouldn't know I replayed. A long silence passed by. "She's cute." and she also became more beautiful the longer I spent my time staring at her. I closed the app. Not a single thought through my head.

"There's no way someone like me could ever become her friend."

I remember I had also mistaken her for someone in her teens until she told her birthday and turned out our birthdays were four days apart in the same month.

"Woah? we're Gemini babies, it's so hard to find someone close to my birthday." I was genuinely surprised.

"Yes. Please don't say we're long-lost sisters though."

I remember going oops physically, because I was about to type exactly that.

"Yeah, I won't"

I laughed to myself later. She's a grown woman you idiot.

It was a round of praises and appreciation always whenever she interacted with others. She was worthy of it. To me, it felt like watching a star I could never reach. Only appreciate and admire from afar. It was hard not to remain quiet all the time she was around. But I liked listening to her.

It took a long time for us to even take our conversation to personal chats, but I didn't really expect it. In the middle of this transition, I had spent a lot of time in thinking, "how do I even talk to her personally?" more importantly, what do I even talk about?

I had eventually given up but then like magnets pulling, we got to the point where we could exchange numbers.

I was nervous, I remember. Anxiously waiting for the call to be received on the other end. Lip biting. Legs shaking. Palm breaking out in nervous sweat. What if she doesn't like my voice? Weren't you always confident in your voice? Yeah, but what if she doesn't like it? What if I'm too weird?

All this anxiety, for the woman I just wanted to be friends with.

"I wonder what she sounds like..."

She didn't sound how I expected, heck I don't think I was expecting anything but, her voice suited her. It was unique, just like her face.

"So, I can call you whenever I want to, right?" it was the first time someone had asked me that. I wasn't the type to do calls freely because of the house I grew up in, hence I avoided them. But here, I agreed, instantly.

"Yes!"

I'll just sneak around to receive it; I can manage that much.

"Can I spam you whenever? Even in the middle of the night?"

She sounded like a bunny, so excited. I found myself smiling hard. "Sure, you can."

Now that I look back, I remember my heart beating fast throughout the call, and my ears going red. I had contemplated a lot over what name I should save her contact with. A contemplation I would do over my boyfriends.

I wanted to keep her a secret. To hide her.

She's just a friend.

Yeah, I know.

Why are you thinking so hard in saving her contact info then?

Well, because we'll be talking a lot and what if I get caught? I don't want anyone to be suspicious.

Then just say that you made a new friend. What's so hard about that?

Yeah, but you know...what if...how will I explain..?

......you are not making any sense.

Maybe arghh idk, go away stop confusing me.

In the end, I had saved her name as a nickname of another friend's name. But it felt wrong and unfair, so I got back to using her name. "Whatever, I'll be just discreet."

We never ran out of topics to talk about. I never grew out of talking to her. Calling her became a daily habit of mine. I specifically found myself going out for walks just to wake her up, to be the first person of the day she talks to. I didn't mind going round and round circles of the same block, our conversations were endless.

It was unreal.

Everything with her, was unreal. Magical. Time passed by in a blur, and without even realizing she became someone I couldn't tolerate losing. And it was out of my control. Her becoming a part of me.

She set standards to my normal friendships. A friendship that felt more meaningful than love. I didn't mind being a celibate my whole life as long as she was the one who sticks to my side.

Since when did I become like this?

She uncovered parts of me that I didn't know existed in me. Both ugly and beautiful.

How could someone like her do so much for someone like me...?

I never understood.

I never understood why she loved someone like me. Even as a friend. I had nothing to offer. Infact, for the first time, I had such a good best friend that I became the bad best friend.

The one who is always taking and never giving. The one who drains and sucks the life out of people. The one who always hurts.

Losing her hurted more than losing a lover.

Strange.

It hurted in way that all my will to live was exhausted. It hurted in a way that I wish this heart to be ripped away from inside my chest.

And yet all of this hurt, is nothing compared to what I had inflicted.

Strange.

My world felt like it came to a standstill. There was no meaning, in anyone, or anything. It just didn't matter anymore.

You, who is my best friend, your absence hurts more than any lover. I do not understand why you make me feel this way. Why I choke up every time I think about you. Why do I feel this intense envy when you give your attention to anyone that isn't me. Why do I feel scared that there would be someone who will take you away from me. This doesn't make sense.

She didn't believe me when I told her I loved her as a woman.

I didn't believe it either.

I spent days and nights in denial. Questioning everything I felt about her. Yes, I saw her as my friend. But when did those roots transform into something like love? When did they start holding a meaning deeper and more profound?

When did I become like this?

Or maybe I was always like this. I just didn't bother digging into it.

I thought it was normal. It was normal to call her out in my sleep. It was normal to have dreams about her where we're more than friends. It was normal to feel jealous when she gets close to other girls romantically. It was normal to be annoyed that others have the same picture she sent to me. The same smiling face. It was normal wanting to be the only one who sees the soft side of hers. It was normal telling people that she's off limits. It was normal not minding her kissing me. It was normal to wish about seducing her if she was a man-

...oh

you dumb fucking idiot.

I realized it was only me who harbored thoughts like these. Silent thoughts like these under the guise of normal.

I had cried. A lot after realizing it. And even more when it hit how much of a bad person, I was to her.

And yet I wanted her.

How absolutely terrible of me.

I must have lost it. I told myself. In all honesty, it is morally right for me to stay away from her.

And yet I keep coming back to this. Where I tell her that I love her. That I'll be better.

Wait, you don't mean it seriously right? Did you actually fall in love with your best friend? Don't joke with me.

Her words annoyed me. Every time she tried to deny the fact that I mean what I say. But then again, she never took me seriously, I was just a dumb little girl to her. I wanted to trap her in between my arms, make her look into my eyes and see if anything I say seems like a joke to me. Kiss her to make her feel if I am jesting with her.

It made me angry when she would doubt my feelings.

Why do you not believe me? Why do you keep running away from it? Can't you see how much I yearn for you?

but then again, what reason does she even have to believe me...?

...do I even deserve the right to ask her for her trust? Me of all people? When have I ever given her a reason to have faith in me? I look nothing more than a hypocrite.

Nobody will treat me better than her, nobody can do it like her. Nobody can give me the warmth that she gives, nobody can give me the love she gave. I know I have no right to be even next to her in the first place.

.... but you are my sun. You who is always adorned in dark clothes, always associated with the dark is my light....oh...there's nobody who can replace you...but there'll be always someone who can treat you better than me, someone who can love you better than me, someone who wouldn't hurt you like I did...there'll always be someone better than me for you so how could I ask you to stay by my side...?

But you're my sun...no matter what sadness may lie in your past or our future.... I will forever be standing here.... waiting for you. Loving from near, loving from afar, and only hope, you'd love me too, and come back home to me.... right where I hold you.... where I can give you the love you deserve.

I can only hope.... even if you want that person to be anyone but me.

[ljnsdump]

TIMELESS (Johnny x F!reader)

Johnny x F!Reader

We’re a mess, you and I. But the truth is, you captivate me in ways no soul ever will.

Genre: M/F, established relationship, angst, fluff, college setting

Warnings: johnny's mom is deceased in this story, mention/indication of cheating, light indication of choking but still very mellow and just cute 

Word Count: 1,419

This is my second story published! This is just very mellow and heart warming and definitely the kind of love story that you’ll only see in books. I just had this idea in my head at 3 am on April 15, 2022. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it. Imagination is the key.

Read at your own risk.

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It's been a week. A long fucking week. Y/N misses Johnny so much. They're not in a long distance relationship, one of them is not temporarily away, none of them is unreachable, in fact, they see each other everyday in uni.

"Dude, just go get her if you miss her that much!" His friend Mark says when he sees Johnny sulking in a party. It used to be Johnny and Y/N who always came together at parties, making people envious of their relationship. The hot, sexy captain of the football team and the even sexier, hotter, bitchier cheer captain. His hand is always wrapped around her waist in public and fingers wrapped around her neck in private just how she likes it.

Johnny shakes his head and doesn't say anything. For once, Y/N should be the one to lower her pride, she's the one at fault after all.

Y/N didn't even come to this party, she's having her own sleepover with a few friends in her apartment. "Girl, your man's at the party I am telling you." One of the girls shows her the IG story from one of the people in the party. Johnny was seen in the video smiling and watching those dancing and playing.

This wasn't a sleepover, this was just a distraction for Y/N to stop herself from going to that party because of her pride. It's like gathering CIA agents to investigate and spy over one person.

"He's not talking to me." She whines. "It wasn't my fault that I misunderstood the situation. I mean if he and the girl went out at the same time from the men's room then one would assume that they hooked up!"

Then one replies, "But then didn't." Finding her reasoning ridiculous. "The girl went out ahead and not together with the boy she hooked up with because she was scared they'd be busted. They already apologized to you even."

Y/N pouts. "But still. Why is Johnny not talking to me?"

"Maybe he just wants you to admit that you were wrong?"

Another adds. "You were yelling at him even if it really didn't happen and didn't even bother to listen to him."

"Are you guys really my friends?!"

"Yes!" They all yell together.

"But we're on the right side of the argument."

Nonetheless, tomorrow came. It's Saturday and it's usually the day when they both visit the grave of Johnny's mom. They visit every early in the morning, lighting candles and bringing fresh flowers.

Y/N decided to go still. She'll feel bad if she doesn't. But she'll go in the afternoon to avoid Johnny.

In the morning, she decides to wash clothes, clean her shoes and her car. Normally she would do this with Johnny, after they visit the cemetery. Then they'd order lunch. They'd eat by the balcony overlooking the city, judging those people walking on the streets. Then in the afternoons they'd go on a date, it may be a picnic, movie, shopping, watching private events, operas, and at night they'd always be so exhausted.

She frowns and puts her clothes down, deciding not to do it and goes to her room to sob. Y/N scrolls over all social media platforms and looks at every story of their common friends and even Johnny's just to know where he's at right now.

"What could he be doing?" She mumbles.

Then she decides to keep herself busy. From the storage room, she took out a big box. It contains candle making supplies, they both ordered it before because it was so fun to do. She lays everything on the counter.

Firstly, she puts a few cups of wax in the melting pot. Then once it's melted already, she pours the fragrance oil cocktail she made, the color and of course glitters.

And of course a little burns and blisters could never be avoided, especially that she's not wearing gloves. She just groans and continues still. She left it on the counter to set after pouring them into the molds.

Then she sleeps the remaining time until her alarm goes off at exactly 3PM, completely missing lunch but she wasn't hungry anyway. She goes to check if the candles have set already, then she prepares herself as well. She puts on black pants with big white heart designs on them and a baby blue crop top. She puts the candles on a box, picks up her keys from her drawers.

Dropping by at the flower shop, she picks her favorite big bouquet of carnation flowers. The shop owner was already familiar with them because they've been buying flowers there every Saturday ever since.

"Oh, I thought you weren't coming today." The lady says.

Y/N smiles. "Well, kinda had to push it in the afternoon. Got busy in school." And lies.

"How about your boyfriend?"

She tries to maintain the smile. "He's still at practice. I just picked these up so we can go right after."

Y/N finally gets out of there, and she never thought she was suffocating until she got out of that door.

God, she just misses Johnny so much.

When she gets to the cemetery, she brings the candles on her right hand and the flowers on her left. Walking a couple of meters towards Johnny's mom's last resting place.

When she gets there, she lays the candles down first and then the flower. There were no new flowers other than hers indicating that Johnny didn't come. She cleans the area first, collecting the dried flowers and leaves together first then lighting up the candles. She squats on the grass.

"Tita, how are you? Did Johnny come and visit?" She starts. "I don't think he did but I brought you my favorite flowers and I made these candles myself as well. I'm sorry I didn't come with your son today, we just had a minor argument. I know I may sound petty but it wasn't like I'm just the only one at fault. He got mad at me too. Why would he get mad? I was just scared that I'd lose him. Where else can I get another Johnny in this lifetime?" She chuckles. "Anyway, yes, I give up. I'll go and apologize to him. I can't take it anymore, I just miss him so much. And next time, I'll make sure it's gonna be us together coming here again. Watch over Johnny all the time, Tita. Cheer for him, bring God over to watch his games." Her eyes start to water. Did she mention that she missed him? "I need to go now, I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten anything since this morning. Love you!"

When she turns around, she sees a pair of familiar shoes and when she looks up it's Johnny just intently looking at her. First, she pouts, stopping herself from crying but later she gives in and goes to hug him so tight. He smiles and does the same, caressing her head.

"How long have you been standing here?" She mumbles against his chest.

He just chuckles. "I heard everything, baby." Kissing the top of her head again and again and again. "I've made up my mind, I'm definitely gonna marry you."

Y/N laughs and punches his chest. "How did you make up your mind?"

"It's how even when we're not on good terms you still visit my mom, you bought flowers, you made candles," He pauses, bringing her hand up seeing the burns on it, he immediately kisses them each. "I've never been so attracted to anyone this way."

"That's because I miss you." She replies. "And I'm so sorry for being petty, and proud, and unreasonable."

"Don't worry, you can be petty, proud, unreasonable and whatever, I'll still be with you."

She finally lets go of him. "Go on, say your prayers and light your candle."

He sits on her spot before and lays everything beside Y/N's. "Ma, her promise was fulfilled right away." He chuckles. "Thank you for leading me to meet my wife, my life, my woman. I'll make sure to take good care of her because there's no other Y/N in this universe. I miss you, I love you, I wish you were here, but also it's good that you're no longer suffering from your illness. So, I love you."

He stands up and meets Y/N's eyes with a smile.

"Love." She mumbles.

"Hmm?"

Pouting, she says. "I'm hungry."

"I heard."

[mysafespaceforquestioning]

My Interesting Gender Situation

Hi, I'm an AFAB nonbinary person who's questioning if they're maybe trans or want to physically/aesthetically transition within being nonbinary. I'm only very recently out to myself and partner about that. Even now, I have doubts. See here's the thing.

I feel I truly enjoy being a women in certain regards. I am proud and feel euphoric to call myself a feminist, a girls' girl, to speak against the patriarchy, etc. It's actually a core part of who I am. Some of you trans men may be triggered by this (sorry in advance, it's not you as much) but I do hate and mistrust men. In my book, I find most men repulsive both aesthetically and sexually. And socially? NAH. Most of the time I can only befriend twinky guys, gay guys, trans men, etc. Men who are either in touch their femininity or used to be women so they understand. I'm not so close minded that I will directly bully a guy and refuse to get to know any of them- it's just that they are guilty until proven innocent and I'm very gaurded. And to any of you feminists of any gender, you understand why. I won't debate or explain.

More superficially, I enjoy elaborate makeup looks a few times a month, doing nails/nailcare, skincare, dresses, skirts (though I'm picky about practicality), having feminine curves, etc. I like to look cute/sexy/hot. I wear sparkles, jewelry, and like to explore with my expression in a very nonbinary and gay way- not dressing for the male gaze.

However- and this is a good part of why I identify as nonbinary currently- there are some things that I feel or think that don't align with cis womenhood, both psychologically and physiologically.

Physically, I have many traits that I think some trans men may be envious of. I am naturally hairy and even grow dark hair in places that are usually light on women- hairy pits, hairy arms, hairy legs, the whole private sector, nipples, happy trail, generally my belly, lower back, a sprinkle on my chest, upperlip, sparse but long and strong growth on my chin and sideburns, thicker inner thigh hair, knuckle hair, and toes hair. Despite being basically inactive and also overweight, I build and keep a lot of muscle and strength really well. I have beaten probably 8/10 arm wrestling matches I've been in, and I've been in many. I have a sturdy (but curvy) build with a large ribcage, chest, and fairly wide shoulders. My calves aren't sculpted, but they are SOLID and big and don't jiggle. I have some kind of hormone issue that is still a mystery, but it's caused my breasts to grow different sizes (one is an A, the other a C) and I go years without having a period. I don't know if it works this way, but I feel like my body itself is telling me something's off, I'm not meant to be a women, or that I'm somewhere in between.

And look, this is isn't just insecurity/body hate, though I'm concerned that's part of it because I'm from a conservative southern area and grew up in a patriarchy. I feel that proud euphoric feeling about some of my masculine things as well. I love hiking, and bodybuilding (when I used to do it) and feeling my strength. I take probably too much pride in helping people move or volunteering when someone says they need a big strong boy to carry/hold/pickup/move something. I feel competitive and want to show off a tad. I enjoy showing up other men. Growing up, I hung out with my brother instead of 3 sisters, played football with him and his friends, smoked pot with them, played Pokémon with him, and stole his clothes constantly. I felt something when I wore his pothead hoodie, or his big boots, or baggy shirt. The same thing I feel now when I wear those stupid cargo pant short things, baggy tees, flannel, hiking boots, etc. I think it's ugly on a lot of guys. But it feels different on me. I love surprising my girlfriend and showing off by picking her up, moving her, pinning her, etc. I used to think I was a bottom or switch but I've been exploring and am finding I really like being dominant in the bedroom- and I'm good at it too.

There's a lot of things I don't like about my body, that trigger me, that make me feel ugly. But I'm realizing… I think those things don't really make me feel ugly- they make me feel wrong and unhappy as a girl/women. My breasts are very different, and I hate that, but I think either getting one filled to match, binding, or removal would make me happy. I'm hairy- when I'm presenting femininely I hate it- but love it when masculine. I wouldn't mind my facial hair if it grew less patchy, or if it was gone entirely.

Recently, mortality and the passage of time was on my mind. I was talking to my partner and mentioned in passing that almost none of my clothes are mine- as in, I didn't choose them. I started tearing up and realized just how much that bothered me- how suppressed I felt. Especially because most came from when I lived in the conservative south. Gifts, donations when I was in salvation army, pass me downs… not my choice/style. I just did my best to express myself within the confines of these clothes. I couldn't afford anything else. She insisted we go thrifting, and I felt drawn yet again to male section. The section I tried to shop in as a young tomboy and was shamed for and not allowed to. I got some cool outift pieces, and now I feel different. A kind of healing calm feeling, part peace, part comfort, part excitement, part anxiety. And I have to wonder:

Am I maybe a trans guy? Or still nonbinary, just opening up more to masculinity?

Do not worry about triggering me or sounding transphobic. Short of just denying trans and nonbinary people exist I really want to know what y'all think. I'm so conflicted.

[the-whispers-of-death]

stone and his variants & the type of dress they would wear and in which situation

Canon!Stone would wear a floor-length black dress when he needs to attend a military ball and he would wear a simple yellow sundress inside his own house, just to feel cute. Even with the dresses he wears to attend military balls, the style is very simplistic and doesn't draw too much attention to him.

Girl Dad!Stone is the same as Canon!Stone, but he once wore a sundress out in public because a mom in the PTA said boys shouldn't wear dresses. The sundress was pink because the mom also said pink is only for girls. Saira was very proud of her father instead of being embarrassed.

Grim Reaper!Stone, he took some time to wear any dress because as he says "weapons don't choose the clothes they wear." But when he starts living for himself and starts trying out new things to figure out what he likes, he finds he really does love wearing dresses. He gets ballgowns, sundresses, any kind of dresses. He has this beautiful black sparkly ballgown that Heartthrob rented a castle for so Grim Reaper could wear the ballgown as they stayed there for a cute little vacation. He loves flowy dresses, whether they're short like sundresses or they're long.

Criminal!Stone usually only wears dresses when he's attending a gala with the mafia boss. This because he usually goes out and deals with whoever the mafia boss wants dealt with, so he doesn't want to dirty a dress with blood. But the dresses he does wear, they're revealing. Every single one of them either has a slit in the middle or at the side of his legs.

Baker!Stone wears sundresses because those won't accidentally catch on fire when he wears them while baking in his bakery. He gets weird looks sometimes, but he doesn't care. He gets more compliments than insults and he just loves sharing where he got his dresses when a customer asks.

Feral!Stone loves wearing only flowy long dresses, preferably red so no one can really see the bloodstains that got on the dresses from when he was hunting in them. He wants every single pair of eyes on him, so they're envious. (No, I don't know why he's so arrogant.)

Serial Killer!Stone actually doesn't wear many dresses because he lives in an abandoned film studio. There are very few dresses in there, dresses that were left there when the film studio was abandoned. He only wears them when he wants to blend in so that he doesn't get arrested (cause he's a wanted man). They're outlandish dresses, colorful and frilly, but somehow they make him blend in with the crowd so he doesn't mind.

Experiment!Stone is already considered a freak with his half-tiger-half-human mutated form, he doesn't give a shit about being looked weirdly at for wearing a dress. Whatever dress catches his eye, he wears. He tends to gravitate towards frilly dresses because it can hide his striped tiger tail and the only reason he wants to hide his tail is because he can't control it from showing his emotions. Even with his mutated form, he looks very pretty.

Vampire!Stone since he covers every inch of his skin so as to not accidentally burn in the sunlight, he wears very modest dresses. You know those cute long-sleeved dresses? Yeah, he loves those. Floor-length dresses when he's going somewhere where it's formal and one of those jumpsuit dresses with pants when it's not exactly formal but he still wants to make a statement. It goes well with the black balaclava that he wears.

Werewolf!Stone is another one who wears primarily sundresses, simply because he helps his pack members with their pups and thus is running around after them. Sundresses are just perfect for him because it gives him room to move and chase after the pups while playing but also it gives him the cuteness he's looking for.

Cult Leader!Stone wears dresses because his followers asked about how he feels with traditional gender roles and that was his answer to it all. He wears the flashiest, yet most modest, dress he can find and he makes it a day for everyone who wants to feel more comfortable wearing dresses (regardless of their gender). He's huge on "clothes have no gender" and he regularly encourages his followers to wear whatever.

[zhuhongs]

im. so averse to using tumblr as my diary now that i actually keep a journal BUT basically its just very much hitting me that im leaving in 2 weeks and theres so much i wish i did and so much im making up for and regardless of all my time here was so worthwhile and could not have been better like realistically i know how i am and as much as i wish i couldve been the way i am rn at the start of the exchange i know that is impossible. i just dont adjust easily even though i try to fake that i can. and its not a flaw. it just makes sense given my upbringing. but now that i have to take advantage of every moment i do find myself wishing i could have had alone time or rather that i knew how to pace myself and have made these memories earlier and how this thought pattern ultimately holds me back and that by doing the ways i do now actually makes me maximize my time bc my off days are gonna be more packed and that like all the time i had to spend planning what to do couldve just happened naturally thru spending time and going out with people but SIGHSS i was just so convinced no one wanted me that i never put myself out there or showed anyone what kind of person i am so i reinforced my isolation with ny lack of confidence. and my roommates who i wrote off as getting everything easily for being cute bubbly girls did indeed work very hard and i was just envious and petty discrediting them like that and im embarrassed by some of the things i said abt them. like i knew deep down i was just jealous but like i couldnt help being nasty. bc i didnt trust myself to be vulnerable and show ppl i was interested in them. and. yea. yea. relish in thus feeling rn sage, and remember it well bc we're not going to make the same mistake twice. we might make a different mistake and end up with a similar outcome but thats ok. if anything, thats kind of the point. and im still very very young, and not everyone has it figured out. they just dont have the same issues as you, in fact they might have the opposite and only know how to be in a group but is too afraid to spend any time alone bc theyre insecure in that way. not everyone is perfect and you dont know so just try and fall and cry, regardless of what you do, it wont be perfect but thats ok bc we're all in the same boat. and god i feel like... smth... time.