#not that she'd be able to hear me over her stupid music

[peachdoxie]

Fucking hate those assholes who drive around blasting heavy bass from their stupid subwoofers. Absolute asshats with zero consideration for others. I hope your subwoofers break your car and cost you thousands of dollars, fuckheads.

[nappingmoon]

ex!sukuna x reader - nsfw

wc: 3.1k

you get stuck on the side of the road with no gas and the only one who comes to your rescue is your ex sukuna <3

this can't be fucking real. your car sputters as you pull onto the side of the road before it comes to a halt. your roommate had borrowed your car earlier and returned it with just enough time to drive to your date on time. she didn't tell you, however, that the tank was nearly empty, and you had to ignore the small light that went on as you neared the small bar, not wanting to be rude and arrive late.

the date was alright, and at least he asked you a question or two instead of droning on and on alone for an hour and a half like your last date did. he was handsome and seemed kind enough that you could see him making a great boyfriend for someone else, but there was an unfortunate lack of chemistry between the two of you. there was a promise to talk again soon– one that would surely be broken-- and then you found yourself on your way. driving always gave you time to think and apparently, all the thinking drowned out any warning signs that the car tried to send you before giving out.

you try your roommate first, calling her with the hopes that she's with her boyfriend and he'd be willing to drive to you and at least get you to a gas station. the blaring music in the background of the call gives you an idea of what they're up to and when she turns the camera to her boyfriend with a funnel in his mouth, you cross them off the list.

next you try your date, crossing your fingers that he's still in the area. it goes straight to voicemail. you call again, maybe it was just bad connection or something. voicemail again. "dickhead" you mutter.

your only other friend who would be willing to come pick you up without holding the favor over your head works always works a double on saturdays. you know she'd come pick you up in a heartbeat, but she needs her rest and you decide against calling.

and so you come upon your last option. you and sukuna broke up two months ago and you hadn't seen him since. it was a stupid spat- you don't even remember what the source of the problem was but at some point you just started insulting each other like fucking middle school children. he called you an overbearing bitch, you called him a jealous dickhead who couldn't get over his mommy and daddy issues. things just got away from the two of you and neither of you called to mend things. about a month ago, you just assumed you were now single and when your roommate made you a profile on a stupid dating app, you didn't delete it right away.

and so, here you are now. an empty tank, with no one except him to call. you wince as you type his number in and his contact name appears as scumbag. deciding that calling him is a better option than staying alone in a car on the side of the road all night, you close your eyes and tap the green call icon. it rings once.

"hello?" his voice is gruff and the one word squeezes your heart, making you remember how much you actually miss him, despite hating him sometimes too.

"hi sukuna, i'm sorry to bother. is this a bad time?" you hear voices in the background, he might be at a friend's. even as you ask that, you know he'd drop everything if he knew you were in need.

"what's up princess? you need something?" he uses your old nickname and the heartstrings tug even more. he ignores your question and you know that you were right.

"well, it's not an emergency, but, i ran out of gas and-" you start but don't get to finish your sentence.

"send me your location." is all he says before he hangs up.

you send it. you still had his from when you were dating, but you had stopped sharing yours a week after the argument. you knew he was liable to show up at a club if he knew you were there and didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being able to do that. you were free to do as you please. the map said that he was 22 minutes away.

within 15 minutes, you see a pair of headlights slow. you get out of your car, ready to scold him for speeding but eager to see him again, even if the last time you saw him was on bad terms. confusion enters you, though, when you see an unfamiliar car. out comes a man that you don’t recognize. “hello sweetcheeks,” says the man, walking towards you and grinning far too much for your liking. “you get lost or something?” 

you head back towards your car reaching in to grab your phone but never taking your eyes off the man. “no, I’m not. I am waiting for a friend.” you try to keep your voice assertive and steady but it is difficult when this creep keeps coming towards you. you click sukuna’s contact and send him a text, ‘creepy guy here, please come quick.’ 

“can i wait with ya? you look like you could use a friend and I am great company.” he says, getting too close to the car and too close to you. he responds to your ‘no, thank you.’ with a “aw come on, i’m not gonna do anything to ya. why don’t you want to hang out with me? don’t be a bitch.” 

“sir, i’m really gonna need you to back up right now please.” you’re cornered into your car door and you curse yourself for forgetting to replace the pepper spray on your keychain. your heart seems to be beating through your chest but you can see headlights to a much bigger car turning onto the road over the man’s shoulder. sukuna’s truck roars closer and you could almost cry in gratitude. the man in front of you doesn’t seem to notice the lights nor the man bounding towards the two of you. just as he goes to reach your hand, sukuna grabs the man’s shoulder and pulls him away from you, bending his arm behind his back so far you are sure it’s going to snap at any moment. 

“listen here you degenerate piece of lowlife scum. the only reason you have your face still intact is because i’m on fucking probation and I don’t need to go to jail over some fucking incel who can’t take no for an answer. now you’re going to walk back to your car and drive on the fuck home and if i ever catch you around here creeping again, you won’t have enough limbs or teeth to try it a third time. got it?” the man nods and whimpers as sukuna releases his arm, running over to his car and speeding off.

sukuna turns to you to ask you if you’re alright but lets out a small ‘umph’ in surprise when you run into his chest and wrap your arms around him. he places a hand on your head and rubs it back and forth, muttering a “yeah, yeah” as you thank him over and over. he grabs your chin to tilt your head up to him and looks into your glassy eyes as he asks “you alright, princess?”

you nod, but don’t unwrap your arms from his torso– refusing to release your lifeline. you burrow your head into his chest again, needing a moment to ground yourself before returning to reality. he huffs, but squeezes you tight, rubbing his thumb on your shoulder. you stand like that for a minute or two before he pushes you back. “come on, let's fix your car and get you warmed up. it’s cold out here.” then he takes a look at your outfit. “hold on, where the fuck were you?”

your cheeks warm, remembering that you really tried to look cute for this date. you paired a cute slip dress with a cardigan and some short strappy heels. an outfit wasted on a man who showed up in shorts and a graphic tee but you suppose sukuna seeing you in it is at least a plus. “just a bar.” you say, while looking to the side.

he grabs your chin and brings your eyes back to him, a favorite move of his apparently, and scans your face. “you were with a guy, huh? what the fuck? are you cheating on me?” he asks incredulously.

“what? you haven’t talked to me in two months. I thought we broke up!” you reply, equally confused.

“I thought you were doing your fucking ‘healing’ or whatever the fuck you girls do! I gave you space because i was trying to be mature and let you calm down.”

“who lets someone calm down for two months? you didn’t think to call me and ask? what is wrong with you?” 

“you! you are fucking wrong with me. whenever it comes to you its like all fucking reasonable thought goes out the window! how the fuck was I supposed to know it was okay to reach out? and, what, we don’t talk for a little and you think it’s okay to go talk to other guys? you’re mine, don’t you remember that? or did our dry spell fuck with your head? did you think you could get over me by dressing up for some loser and getting mediocre dick?” 

yes. “no! it wasn’t like that kuna. I just, i don’t know. you were so mean and then you didn’t reach out and i thought that was it between us. I thought i needed to move on.” 

he bends over so that you are eye level with each other. “there’s no fucking ‘moving on’ baby. you’re stuck with me forever.”

upon hearing those words, it’s like all the sentiment from before truly comes flooding back into you. your body seems to move on its own, surprising the both of you when you close the gap between your lips. his fist finds its way into your hair and the other grabs your waist, pulling you closer. these months were the longest you have gone without sex and you didn’t know how much you had missed it until you were back in sukunas hands with his tongue in your mouth. he moves his knee between your thighs as much as your dress will let him. the friction isn’t enough and you whine and squirm in his arms. “aw, is my baby all needy? do you need more?” he teases, the words leaving his mouth and meeting yours. 

you drag your hands down his back and then slip them under his shirt to roam around his abs. fuck, you’ve missed this. “please, please kuna, need more.” 

sukuna growls and pulls you back, closing the door to the driver’s seat and opening the door to the back row. he tugs your arm and maneuvers you like a doll until you’re laid across your back seats. sukuna kneels on the floor outside the car and tugs your hips to the edge of the outermost seat before hiking up your dress to your waist. he growls when he realizes you aren’t wearing panties. “are you fucking kidding me? you had this pretty pussy ready and open on a first date? like some slut?” 

he bites the inside of your thigh and you cry out “no, ryo, the lines just ruin the dress. I promise.” he’s looking up at your frown and your watery eyes and you look so sincere and so adorable and he can’t take it anymore. he sticks his head into your heat, lapping at you like he hasn’t had a meal since the last time you saw him.

“fuck, baby. I’ve missed your taste so much. his fingers dig into your hips, keeping you in place as your back arches and your head digs into the seat. you can’t stop your squirming as sukuna sucks at your clit and your hands claw at your sides and the seat in search of something to grasp. sukuna grips your left leg and adjusts it so that it lays over his right shoulder. he brings your hand into his hair before dipping to play with your clit, his head lowering to kiss and swirl his tongue all around your pussy. with his other hand, he intertwines his fingers with yours, not even needing to look up to find your hand. of course he doesn’t look away– he’s entirely focused on using his tongue to make you forget anyone but him exists. he uses the palm of the hand that’s intertwined with yours to press on your tummy, making you see stars.

“fuck, ryomen, i’m gonna cum. please pleasepleasepleaseplease” your words blend together as the pleasure gets to your head. the fingers over your clit have found a deadly rhythm and when paired with his tongue that pushes in and out of you, you truly don’t stand a chance. he lets out small words that you can’t hear but the vibrations are enough to send you over the edge, crying out and squeezing your thighs around him like a vice. as you come down from your high you let sukuna move you up, making space for him to get into the car and close the door behind him. 

you’re dazed as you watch him unbuckle his belt and pull the waistband of his boxers down. His dick slaps his abdomen, hard and pulsing. he fists himself as he licks his lips, smirking. “delicious as always princess. now are you gonna let me in?” and you don’t think you could nod faster. you’re almost positive that there are hearts in your eyes as you watch him line himself up with you, fingers playing with your clit a little before spreading you for his tip. he rolls his hips forwards just enough so the tip catches and the stretch is already dizzyingly good. he curses, “holy fuck, did you not touch yourself at all while you were alone?”

“I did, my fingers just weren’t enough.” you whine, and the image of you in bed horny and frustrated because your little fingers weren’t hitting all the spots that he could makes him impossibly harder. 

“fuck, baby, I didn’t just ruin you for any other guy, I ruined you for yourself too, huh? nothing else will do for this pretty pussy but my cock or my fingers or my mouth. what a spoiled little cunt you have.” he laughs. you have had enough of his teasing and try to roll your hips to get more in. “alright alright I get it. easy baby, easy. by the way, what did you have for dinner tonight?” 

confused, you reply “chicken francaise, wh–” but you don’t get to finish your sentence, interrupted by sukuna fully thrusting into you. you gasp, the sting of your walls stretching to accommodate him intense even after cumming once already.

“I figured a distraction might help you relax a little better but holy fuck you’re tighter than I could have imagined. you really must have barely touched yourself while I was gone. don’t worry, this pussy won’t get neglected again.” he says, and rolls his hips again. sweat drips down your forehead as he leans over to kiss you, working his hips into yours in a delicious rhythm. as soon as you notice that his thumb has started rubbing your clit, he bites your bottom lip and the pain and pleasure mix into a mind numbing, all encompassing haze. he brings his other hand to pinch your nipple and it is enough to send you over the edge again.

being the man that he is, however, he does not let you catch a break before flipping you over to be on your hands and knees. you’re crouched and you’re sweaty and it’s hot as he slides against you but nothing has been more erotic and you find that you love it. he’s merciless now, hips snapping into yours as he chases his own pleasure. there’s just one thing he can’t get out of his mind. “did you like having your fun? was going out with those losers everything you had hoped for and more?” he spits the words into your ear, the smack of his hips getting rougher and rougher as he speaks.

it’s all you can do to turn your head and whine out “n-no! only wanted you ryo, hated going out with other guys.” you pout just remembering it. “please make me forget about them. I only ever want you.” the request is enough to send him into overdrive, and he sticks his fingers into your mouth to shut you up, knowing that he was going to be seconds away from coming if you uttered another word. you moan at the taste of yourself and at the feeling of him so deep inside you. you suck his fingers clean running your tongue across his digits. some of the spit escapes and drips down the side of your mouth and the sukuna goes wild at the debauchery of it all. 

“fuck, fuck fuck fuck i’m gonna cum, where do you want it princess?” he groans, hips stuttering as he tries to hold his release back.

there is, of course, only one right answer. “inside!” you keen, pushing your hips back to try to give him nowhere to escape to. 

“dirty fucking girl.” he snarls. “I’ll give you my cum– don’t worry princess, it’s all yours.” he says before groaning and stilling inside you. you feel the warmth fill you and grin, knowing that it is where it’s supposed to be. he turns your head and kisses you with fervor before pulling you back and sitting you on his lap. you lay your head on his chest, catching your breath and basking in the feeling of being in his arms once again. 

...

“so, are you really on probation?” you ask, rubbing your thumb in circles over one of the tattoos on his chest.

“yeah, I told you, i go crazy when it comes to you. after our argument i went out and got into a fight with the first person who was stupid enough to respond to my antagonizing. got caught kicking the shit out of him because I was so in my head. don’t fucking leave me again, I don’t think i’d survive the next one. well, i might, but the next guy I fight probably wouldn’t.”

[coff33andb00ks]

Until You - Part Three

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four charles leclerc x female pop singer!reader x oscar piastri f1 smau with intermittent scenes

Summary: they drive vroom vrooms, she sings soulful tunes. there's no way in hell this is gonna work, right?

Warnings: language, smut (18+ only)

ynyln has added to their story

[caption: local guide gets lost / best guide ever / fun fact: Oscar sings when he's taking pictures of someone]

"This is so beautiful," y/n said once she'd made her way back to Oscar. She couldn't stop looking out at the view. "If I lived here I'd want to come up here every day."

Oscar chuckled, nodding as he handed her phone back to her. "I moved here recently and the other day was my first time coming up here. I think it's gonna become a regular thing, though."

"I bet it's gorgeous at sunset."

He nodded, sipping his water. "Have you seen the sunset over the water yet?"

"Not yet. Is it nice?" Spreading her jacket on the rock, she sat down, wanting to enjoy the peace and quiet for as long as possible.

Oscar hummed, sitting near her. "It's quite lovely."

"I'll make sure to see it before I go." She wondered if he would want to see it with her. If she was stupid for thinking there was some sort of connection between them.

"Maybe we can see it together." He looked surprised that the words had come from him, and she was further charmed by the faint blush staining his cheeks.

"It's a date," she said softly.

He sighed, and she felt the weight of it roll away from him. Propping his arms on his knees, he cleared his throat. "I'd like that."

"You like being away from it all, don't you?" she asked suddenly, unintentionally mirroring his posture. Resting her cheek on her arm, she watched his face as he considered the question.

"I like peace and quiet occasionally. To remind me of who I am." He shrugged.

"Me, too." She looked out at the sea.

"Do you get to get away from it all? Ever?"

"Not as much as I'd like," she admitted. "I love my life, Oscar, I do. I love that I'm blessed and privileged enough to be able to do something I love and see the world while doing it. And I get a high that can't be matched when I'm able to stop singing and hear words I wrote sung back to me by thousands of people. But I sometimes feel like I always have to be 'on' you know? Like—"

"Like you can't be yourself, or worse, losing who you truly are," he finished.

"Exactly," she whispered. "And for two years I was under even more scrutiny."

"Were you miserable the whole time?"

"Not at first. I think it was a year ago that I realized we were just pretending. In my heart and head I broke up with him then, and that's where a lot of my angsty songs came from for this tour." She sighed. "But you don't want to hear—"

"I do," he promised gently. "Rolling in the Deep?"

She wrinkled her nose. "Wrote it after we had a fight where he threatened to leak my nudes."

"Christ," Oscar groaned. "Anti-Hero?"

"All things he said were wrong with me."

He shook his head, looking out to the sea. "What a fucking cunt."

"It doesn't hurt as much as it did," she admitted.

"It made for some great music, but I'm truly sorry you had to go through that," he said. "No one deserves that."

"Thank you." She watched him watch the city beneath them. "Why do you have to be reminded of who you are?"

"Same as you I reckon. I'm able to do something I love and see the world and I'm so grateful for that, but… Sometimes I feel like it's a dream and it's all gonna be snatched away." He looked at her. "Youngest driver on the grid and all, you know? And I started later than everyone else, so sometimes I worry that I don't have enough experience."

"Like you're faking it," she guessed.

"Exactly. And I'm under scrutiny because of my age, because I did so much before getting here, and…" He sighed, shrugging slightly. "What if I don't meet expectations?"

"So you still think you have to prove yourself?"

"I don't think, I know I do. I haven't had a win yet. The sprint, but that doesn't count. I'm only ever right behind."

"You'll get there."

"You think?" he asked.

"No, I know you will."

They sat in silence for several moments, and she was aware of the time quickly slipping away. Far below she could see Monaco coming to life for the day and clung to the peace on this little mountaintop.

"Who did you write Enchanted for?" he asked.

Her heart thrummed violently in her chest and she followed a boat with her eyes as it pulled into the harbor. "Someone special."

"Ah."

"Has there ever been anyone you admired? That you didn't know but you knew of and you built them up in your mind?"

"…Yeah."

She could feel his eyes on her but she kept her gaze on the harbor. "He's that for me. And I was worried that it would be like it sometimes is, where I'd meet him and it would be a letdown. But… It wasn't. I was… Enchanted. And I'm only more so every time I see him."

"Does he know?"

"I hope he does," she whispered.

"He sounds like a lucky guy."

"I don't think he thinks he's lucky. Pretty sure he thinks he's worried he won't meet expectations," she murmured.

He was silent for eleven seconds. Y/n knew because she counted them, each one feeling like an hour. And then… "What about Charles?"

"He's enchanting too, but in a different way."

"Y/n?"

She swallowed hard and slowly turned her head to look at him.

"I built you up in my mind, too."

"Was it a letdown?" she asked, too scared of his answer to exhale.

"I wouldn't be here if it was," he said in a rush.

She awoke as soon as his alarm started. Behind her he sighed, pressing his face tighter against her neck. When she reached for his phone he groaned, catching her hand and holding it to her chest. "Charles… Time to get up."

"No," he sighed.

"It's quali day," she enticed, slipping her hand free and stretching to silence the alarm. He didn't budge and she laughed softly.

"I like it right here."

She was still a little surprised that he hadn't even attempted to have sex the night before. After their talk he'd kissed her sweetly then given her one of his shirts to change into. Then, he'd held her. He was still holding her, as he had all night.

"Ten more minutes?" he whispered.

Y/n nodded, because she did love the comfort of being in his arms. She contemplated setting a timer just in case they went back to sleep, but felt his lips against her skin and understood he didn't want ten minutes more of sleep. His hand slid down and he huffed softly when he felt Leo curled up in front of him.

"Five seconds," he murmured against her shoulder, and she could only giggle softly as he sat up, smoothly pulling Leo from her and sliding out of bed.

She rolled onto her back to stretch, squealing when he was almost immediately returning, lying over her and catching her in a gentle kiss. Stretching her arms above her head, she arched then reached to help him shove the covers away. "Charles," she gasped, legs falling open for him.

He nuzzled her neck with a soft groan, pulling back and leaning away to yank open the nightstand drawer. He was back in seconds, drawing her into a series of kisses that had her growing warm. His fingers trailed down her sides then back up, sliding his shirt up, pulling away long enough to slip it over her head. "Si belle, mon amour."

His hands were everywhere, making it impossible for her to focus on them as they stirred and spread heat, lips meeting hers again when a hand slipped between them. She tried to mirror his touches, felt his cock pressing against her thigh while his fingers traced her slit.

Deepening the kiss, he shifted, slipping the condom into her hand then bracing his hand beside them. His fingers teased briefly and he chuckled breathlessly, lips moving to her ear as he rubbed along her slit, working up to her clit. "So sensible," he whispered after she cried out softly.

"Sensible… Sensitive?" she whispered, her meager French falling apart as his fingers worked her clit so expertly.

"Oui… Une si bonne fille." He nipped at her earlobe and she felt him smile while her hips lifted, pushing tighter against his fingers. Her body flooded with heat and he moved his fingers harder, moaning the words over and over as the wet sounds grew louder.

"Don't stop," she panicked when she felt him leaning back. He gently shushed her, fingers hard and fast on her clit, licking his lips as he looked down. "Fuck, Charles—"

"Yes, ma bonne fille," he encouraged. "Cum for me, hm? Let me hear you."

She was almost ashamed of how quickly she came once he said the words, her hips lifting off the bed as she screamed for him. His fingers eased while she trembled, then slid away, his hand gently gripping her hip. One breathless kiss later his hand slid over hers and she hummed, reaching to help him put on the condom.

There was a brief fumbling as he settled between her legs, his hands running up and down her legs. He breathed in to speak, but she only heard Leo's soft whine from outside the bedroom door. Charles exhaled harshly, head dropping to her shoulder when she giggled. "Fuck, Leo."

"Sorry," she kept giggling, tangling her fingers in his hair.

"Will your Oscar be jealous too?" he murmured, and her laughter stopped at once.

"He's not my—" She gasped, head falling back, as he entered her.

"I don't mind sharing." He spoke directly against her ear, hands gentle on her thighs, fucking her slow.

"Really?" She was surprised but wasn't, and she wished he'd told her this when he wasn't buried inside her, because that made it a little hard to think properly.

"Yes, mon couer," he moaned, lips pressed to her ear. His hands gripped her thighs tightly as she arched and whined, his lips dragging down her neck when she threw her head back.

"Charles," she gasped, tightening her hold on his hair. He lifted his head, chuckling softly as he leaned to meet her lips with his.

"Again, amour." One hand shot up, gently cupping her throat as he thrust harder.

"Oh my god," she squealed, digging her nails in his back.

"Is good?' he whispered and when she gasped out a yes he kissed her deeply, swallowing her cries. The world seemed to stand still while his lips and tongue worked hers with perfection, thick moans rising up his throat. Her hands moved up and she mirrored the tenderness he was showing her, lightly running her fingers up the back of his head, other hand gently cradling his cheek. Squeezing her eyes shut, she let out a sharp cry as she came. And could only gasp into his mouth, hands trembling, as he came a few moments later.

Finally she recognized the ringing in her ears as her phone going off with texts. Groaning, she tried to focus Charles and his sweet kisses, pouting a little when he pulled out.

"You are too popular to have your ringer on," he teased, grabbing her phone off the nightstand and setting it next to her. "Tell her we're getting ready."

She nodded, stretching and humming before picking up her phone. Like him, she assumed the texts were from her assistant. Unlocking the phone, she sighed as Charles stayed over her after throwing away his condom. He must have felt her tense when she read the texts, because he made a questioning hum, sitting upright.

"Not y/bff/n?" he asked.

She sighed, turning the phone so he could read the texts. He scoffed, muttering rapidly under his breath in French and Italian and though she wasn't sure what the Italian was she knew the French and agreed with him calling her ex a crybaby bitch.

"Send him a photo."

About to block the asshole, she stopped, staring up at him. "What?"

"Send him a photo, mon couer."

Without thinking, she snapped a picture of Charles, enjoying his warm laugh while she cropped it and sent it to Justin. She showed it to him and he only laughed harder.

ynyln

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ynyln: I'm at the age I can date you or your dad 💋 📷: charles_leclerc

↳landonorris: is this some secret lyric I don't know?            ↳ ynyln: not everything is a lyric, lando            ↳landonorris: it usually is with you            ↳ ynyln: I'm not that bad ↳landonorris: great photo by the way ↳ynyln: thank you sweetie ↳oscarpiastri: amazing shot. Glad you got to see the sunset. Did dad scare you on the yacht?            ↳ynyln: no he was very careful. You were right, it was quite lovely. You'll have to come with us next time            ↳charles_leclerc: you're always welcome            ↳oscarpiastri: it's a date            ↳user3: wtf is going on am I the only one who's confused ↳charles_leclerc: can you?            ↳ynyln: depends on the dad            ↳landonorris: now I'm confused            ↳ynyln: go back to your own comment thread

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Liked by charles_leclerc, oscarpiastri, scuderiaferrari, and others ynyln: Winning one's home race is special. It's more symbolic and emotional than all the other podiums throughout the season. Over the years I have watched grown men cry over the "hometown boy" – and shed more than a few tears myself. But this time, it was extraordinary. Congratulations, Charles. The so-called curse is broken. It was a privilege to meet you, but an honor to get to know the man behind the visor. C'est incroyable, mon amie. ❤️🤍 ↳charles_leclerc: Merci, mon beau porte-bonheur. Tu es incroyable. (liked by author)          ↳ ynyln: I'm not a lucky charm          ↳ charles_leclerc: for me you are ↳ user3: our girl's fallen again 🥺 ↳ oscarpiastri: so incredibly proud of dad           ↳ ynyln: he's proud of you too           ↳ user6: wait what if her post about "you and your dad" was about oscar and charles?            ↳ user7: ok grandma let's get you back in bed

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liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, mclaren, charles_leclerc, and others ynyln: My favorite driver has become one of my favorite people. Your drive and passion are inspiring. You are amazing and I hope you know how proud Team Piastri is of you today. My tears were just as much for you as that other guy. Thank you for letting me tag along and annoy you with my singing and bad jokes. Pain au chocolates on me tomorrow. (Maybe no hike though?) 🧡🧡

↳ oscarpiastri: You're one of my favorite people, too. And I'll always say yes to pain au chocolate with you. 🧡      ↳ynyln: Ergo I'm blushing ↳landonorris: Team Piastri?? 😒      ↳ynyln: Don't be jealous ↳mclaren: Your paddock passes for Canada are being delivered tomorrow     ↳ ynyln: 🙏🏻 ↳charles_leclerc: that other guy is proud of him too     ↳ ynyln: ur boy did good 🥹

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liked by georgerussel63, oscarpiastri, charles_leclerc and others ynyln: Some favorite photos from Monaco week. Amazing doesn't cover it. Thank you, scuderiaferrari, for welcoming me into your fold this week. This week healed me in ways I will never be able to describe. Tagged: charles_leclerc, oscarpiastri, landonorris, georgerussel63, lewishamilton

↳scuderiaferrari: You are always welcome to our garage, YN. Truly an honor making your wish come true! ↳landonorris: I'm tagged but there's no photo of me?      ↳ynyln: um you're in the pic with Oscar?      ↳landonorris: you mean my hand??      ↳ynyln: Fine, I'll post the pics I got of you sleeping.      ↳landonorris: No!      ↳mclaren: YES ↳oscarpiastri: It was enchanting to meet you      ↳ynyln: I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home      ↳user3: WHAT      ↳oscarpiastri: This was the very first page, not where our storyline ends      ↳ynyln: My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again      ↳user4: WHAT IS GOING ON ↳georgerussel63: Blimey slide 3 is a good photo      ↳ynyln: I spent the week playing my favorite game: Formula One driver or European model? ↳lewishamilton: Lunch this week?      ↳ynyln: Only if you bring Roscoe ↳user5: the drivers really said "YN belongs to us now"|↳charles_leclerc: Monaco is lonely without you. Revient bientôt, chérie.      ↳ynyln: compter les jours      ↳user4: oh he's down BAD

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𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎?

ׅ ꢾ꣒ find the MASTERLIST here.

PREVIEW. you always get what you want, spoiled with the love of everyone around you. and it's all innocent love, at least that's what everyone thinks. it comes with much surprise therefore, when heeseung makes a move on you. thirteen long years of being in the brother zone having made him utterly clueless that if he’s going to date you he has to pass through your actual brothers first. and he knows how scary they can be. especially since they are known to have a sister complex and he’s been the third scary one with them, numerous times before.

𝐈 check out the PROFILES.

PLS READ THE CONTENT BELOW ALL THE CHARACTER INFO IS LISTED IN JUST THIS ONE POST !

𝐈𝐈 tune in to the CHARACTER INTERVIEWS ( given by the characters themselves ! )

CHOI YN 20 ( fashion ), well what do i say? hello everyone i'm choi yn! im sure everyone knows me already ^^ .. what else do i say? hmm i love my life a lot! i love my brothers and heeseung and wonie so much, they are the closest people in my life! oh shit sorry riki too hehe oops. college has been fun since im doing exactly what i wanted and it's fun to hangout with won all the time. seungie brings me snacks all the time and binnie lets me eat cakes everyday even though junnie has scolded them not to cause i easily get dental problems and then he has to convince be to go to the dentist, eww.

LEE HEESEUNG 23 ( film ), if you ever stop hearing from me, please know that my day has come and i have chosen to be exposed. as much as jun and soobs love me, and as much as they love tiny(my yn, she's just real cute) if i ever dare speak of that kind of love with tiny in the same sentence it's my last moment on earth. jay and taehyun help a lot and i'd give everything to thank them for it but man they still haven't been able to actually help me get with yn?

CHOI SOOBIN 24 ( law school ), yes my sister is my everything, each one of her wishes no matter how stupid and idiotic they are, must be fulfilled. i think i was like ten when ynie said being a lawyer would be so cool, and it's been my life's motto now. law school kicks my ass yeah but whenever i think of how happy she'd be to see me as a badass lawyer it feels like nothing. i could easily help her win the divorce that's a plus point, i think i should start looking into divorce attorney things.

CHOI YEONJUN 25 ( model ), i swear scaring away my baby sister's admirers is one of my full time jobs besides runaway modelling but alas she is my sister of course she's a beauty. i know she will date and marry a motherfucking guy one day, and i won't be able to stop it but i hope that day takes the longest time to come. she was one of the first ones to say how good my dressing style was, if it wasnt for her i would not be one of the rising faces in the fashion scene today.

PARK JAY 22 ( music production ), being lee heeseung's childhood friend has been my life's greatest downfall. and being his emergency contact number one is probably the biggest mistake of my life. it's so so so infuriating to see him do nothing and panic over the fact that some might sweep her off her feet right before his eyes like fucker you gotta sweep her off her feet rather than worrying over how someone else might sweep her off her feet. taehyun probably understands me.

SIM JAKE 22 ( physics ), it's fun, so so fun i can not express it verbally man, 'm having a blast! there's so many new things to learn i am so happy with my major and my astronomy club thing is going so well too, it's been amazing so far. the only thing i dont like is my mates ignoring me, like i tell them about all these quantum mechanics things and how it's works like it's legit the coolest thing ever and they don't wanna listen me and then come to me for help with assignments like dude? there's no give and take here and it's not high school anymore? but i do it cause im nice :)

PARK SUNGHOON 22 ( communications ), first of all i gotta thank my man taehyun for letting me copy off of him to pass my semesters so far. as a full time commercial and photoshoot model, college is just a side quest for me at this point, just need an arm candy degree to show that i am infact educated contrary to what people think. oh and i'd like to tell this, don't tell anyone, i actually know all the drama going on and it's so funny but i gotta stay low if i wanna be safe. sometimes i do think of stirring things up but yeonjun man he scares me, i better be on his good side.

KIM SUNOO 21 ( journalism ), for real god am i the only one working my ass off here cause why the hell all these dicks be fucking up their lives and copying off people to survive like? look at me, every little gossip on campus and you know who to go to get the full info! exactly how it should be for a journalism major. i swear i am doing all the shit ass work here. i admit i slip sometimes especially with heeseung's secret in front of god forbidden yn but 'm just a human, and humans make mistakes yk? and please tell kai to fuck off please, thank you.

YANG JUNGWON 20 ( fashion ), it's a different feeling when three guys trust you with their precious sister. and it's a different feeling when that precious real spoiled girl treats you like the best buddy she could ever have. but it's not so fortunate when you gotta dash to protect anytime the brothers ping you, it's like a national secret agency part time job and it's the hardest thing when the target is someone like yn. i treasure her a lot, as a friend! yes, yet the times when her brothers get jealous of me are some of the most nerve wrecking times.

NISHIMURA RIKI 20 ( photography ), are we surprised here? no wtf have y'all not seen the pics i post on my twt like i got talent you have to accept it. especially a lot of talent in gaming and luck, my luck be through the roofff. just started lol a year ago and my YouTube Chanel six months ago and im already almost a diamond and about to hit a million subscribers.. talk about god's favorite! ha that's me. but the thing is more than that i wanna be yn's favorite like i know she says won and i are same but i know that kitty is closer. for now i like being glued to yn, but after figuring out things so easily it's hard to keep quiet.

CHOI BEOMGYU 23 ( film ), with the amount of hate train behind me it's a miracle i am still breathing and in one piece. praying all this ends quickly and my life is returned back to me or i'll go crazy it has been like what two? three? years already! i need my freedom. i can count and name with my fingers the people who hate me. actually no it's everyone. anyways, i share all classes with heeseung and lord is it the scariest part of my life. at least yeonjun and soobin would need time to hunt me down but lee heeseung? he's right behind me two rows, staring down my every movement. look it's not my fault okay?

KANG TAEHYUN 22 ( communications ), it wasn't consensual. it is very important to clear this up. i did not give my papers to park sunghoon by choice. he had to pay me hefty for that so there's no thank you man, dude is pretending. and i am fucking sick of covering for heeseung all the time like dude grow balls, real balls dig up some manly guts and fucking do it before i lose patience and fuck shit up. every moment of listening to him lamenting over his feelings is the most frustrating shit ever. make him hear this one for god's fucking sake.

HUENING KAI 22 ( journalism ), no matter how much everyone denies it, i know they won't survive a day without me like? i provide sunoo with all the gossip of our side? how else do you think heeseung sneaks around yeonbin with his feelings? god it's me i do the passing the parcel of info. i mean taehyun is also involved with them but then i am more useful than that reality check of a guy, i mean who needs reality when you can live in a fantasy! hehe i just outdid everyone with that! or not anyway moving on yn's cr— SUNOO: shut the fuck up bitch!

𝐈𝐈𝐈 learn about THE GROUPCHATS.

01. HEEYN TRUTHERS heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon, taehyun and sunoo: the group that has been supporting heeseung in pursuing his feelings since he first revealed it to them. for whenever he fucks up and they have to discuss how to save his ass. normal chats happen too.

02. BOSS BABIES yn, jungwon, riki: the trio that has been friends since middle school, and sticks together. yn spends most of her time with them, that is in college. often goes out to hangout and these two are yn's only actual friends!

03. SHOOTERZ 4 YN yeonjun, soobin, heeseung and jungwon: they use this chat to text each other whenever someone upsets yn or she's going somewhere alone and they need jungwon to secretly tag along to give them updates later.

04. PRINCESS & HER KNIGHTZ yn, yeonjun, soobin and heeseung: the main stars— spoiled baby and her overprotective boys. usually text her when it has to do something with the four of them, like when yn goes out or she needs someone to pick her up or accompany her or when they have dinner at each other's place and someone's missing and likewise.

05. PSYCHOS W/ SICKOS yeonjun, soobin, beomgyu, taehyun, huening kai and heeseung: well this is heeseung's other friend group with the yn brothers' friends that become his own after a while. this is yeonbin dominated friend group chat and beomgyu is main character lmao

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summary: Jenna helps you through an asthma attack. [request]

pairing: Jenna Ortega x gn!Reader

words: 1.5k

tw: asthma attack (is that something that needs a warning?), mentions of smoking, my crappy writing

a/n: hope this lives up to your expectations anon, (totally not inspired by that video of Jenna smoking)

*I don't have asthma myself so this is based on the little research I did, if it's not accurate I apologize

"Rough day at work?" You asked, watching as Jenna hurriedly put her cigarette out. Ignoring how you could already feel your lungs tightening with the smoke in the air.

"Jesus, y/n, you scared me."

You'd just gotten home, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed and fall asleep between the warm sheets. But you couldn't help but spot Jenna on the balcony, watching the bustling city below.

"Those things will kill ya, you know," You said, referring to the cigarette still burning in the ashtray.

"They'll kill you long before they kill me," She sighed, running her fingers through her hair, "You know you shouldn't be out here when I smoke."

"Yeah, yeah..." you scuffed your shoe along the ground, avoiding eye contact with the actress.

You hated being babied over your asthma, you hated Percy for getting her addicted to those stupid cigarettes, but most of all, you hated how the past week you've been so busy you've barely been able to see your girlfriend.

"Come on, let's go inside," She nodded her head to the door, but you made no indication of moving.

"I want to stay out here a little longer with you." You gave her those big puppy dog eyes, the ones you knew she couldn't deny. "It's nice out and I miss you."

"I don't want to trigger your asthma though,"

"Just for a little while, please?"

Part of you knew it was a bad idea, sitting in the chilly air where she'd been smoking only moments ago. But you didn't want to go in just yet. It was nice out, the cool breeze felt good against your skin, even though it pierced through your lungs. It was fairly quiet for once, despite the city below and the soft hum of Jenna's music in the background.

She sighed and her shoulders dropped. How could she ever say no to those adorable eyes? "Fine, but the minute you start coughing we're going inside,"

"Deal."

You weren't going to tell her how you'd been battling your asthma all day, nor how the second you stepped outside you could feel your chest tighten, your breathing becoming just a tad more labored. All that would do is make her worry more, and she worries about you enough already.

You leaned against the railing next to Jenna, taking in the scenery below. She took the blanket that'd been wrapped around her shoulders and draped it around the both of you, cuddling into your side.

"How was work?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"Annoying." You scoffed, "My producer was in a bad mood all day, it was like trying to work with an overgrown toddler."

"And the new album?" She pushed herself into your side, wrapping herself around you. You could make out the smell of smoke on her and the blanket, which your lungs were not happy about.

"It's coming along, still has a long way to go," a small cough wracked your body and you could make out the worried look on her face from the corner of your eye.

You went to take a deep breath, to steady yourself, only it was like your lungs couldn't inflate. You'd had asthma attacks before, but this one felt different, worse. It was like breathing through a paper straw with an elephant sitting on your chest.

"y/n?"

You could barely hear her call out to you through the coughing and the dull ringing in your ears.

No, no, no... Not now...

"I- I can't-"

Jenna's whole attention was on you now. You were putting almost all your weight on the railing in front of you, not having the strength to hold yourself up at the moment. You started wheezing in-between coughing, the look on your face told her all she needed to know.

"Shit." She ran inside, racing to the bathroom to grab your spare inhaler.

When she got back, you were sitting on the floor, your back against the railing.

You weren't coughing much anymore, mostly wheezing, possibly on the verge of hyperventilating. You couldn't think straight, the lack of air and the onset of panic muddling your thoughts. All you could focus on was the rapid rise and fall of your chest, how your lungs didn't feel like they were inflating at all, or if they were even working. It was hell.

Jenna was doing her best to stay calm. Panicking right now would only make things worse for you, but she was worried. She hadn't seen you have an attack this bad in a while.

She shook the inhaler before popping the cap off. She kneeled in front of you and slid the inhaler into your hand, guiding it toward your face.

It took you a moment to figure out what was happening. There was an inhaler in your hand, inches from your face, and Jenna was kneeling in front of you looking terrified.

You did your best to take a deep breath, it was almost painful, like trying to break through your ribcage from the inside out. You pushed the inhaler to your mouth and pushed down on the top. There was a rush of cool air as you inhaled. Your lungs were burning, aching for any sort of air they could get, your chest rising and falling faster as they started bringing in more air.

It took another puff from the inhaler before you finally started to settle. Your breathing finally slowed to a semi-normal pace.

"Talk to me, love," Jenna was hovering in front of you, concern etched into her features.

"Inside, please," You managed to get out between heavy breaths.

Jenna helped you up. Slinging one of your arms around her shoulders as she helped you inside and onto the couch.

Your chest still ached from all the coughing, and your throat felt like it was on fire. You could already feel the medicine kicking in, your chest wasn't nearly as tight, and your hands were starting to shake.

"How can I help?" Jenna asked, cupping your face in her hands. You'd barely noticed the tear tracks streaming down your face, the way your vision blurred from unshed tears. But it didn't escape Jenna's attention. She wiped away the tears with her thumbs, making sure to be as gentle as possible.

"Water?"

"Of course," She had to stop herself from sprinting to the kitchen, settling instead on a fast-paced walk so she wouldn't look like a madman running off.

You gave her a weak smile, gratefully taking the water from her. It felt like magic against the back of your throat, like rain in the middle of a drought.

"Anything else?" she asked, a little less worried now that your breathing had mostly returned to normal.

"Cuddles?" You asked, making grabby hands toward your girlfriend, wanting nothing more than to forget about your shitty day and fall asleep.

She giggled, grabbing your hands and intertwining your fingers with her own, placing a gentle kiss on the back of one of your palms.

"Ok, but let me shower first." You pouted, not liking the idea of having to separate from Jenna, "I'll only be a few minutes. I just want to get the smell of smoke off me."

"Fineeee"

Normally, Jenna liked to take scalding hot showers, bask in the warm water and let the day's worries melt away. But not tonight. She took a shower as quickly as she could, not wanting to leave your side for very long, not when it wouldn't take much for you to have another episode.

When Jenna got out of the shower, she found you still in the living room, sprawled out across the couch asleep. You still had your inhaler clutched in one hand, holding it close to your chest as if you were scared to have another attack in the middle of the night.

She hated seeing you like this, and she hated not being able to help you even more. One of her greatest fears was you not being able to get to your inhaler in time, essentially dying from suffocation. The idea scared her half to death and put an ache in her heart she never wanted to feel again.

She didn't want to move you, you looked too peaceful on the couch, but she didn’t want to leave you alone either. So she settled on the idea of sleeping on the couch with you instead.

She went into your bedroom, yanking one of the blankets off the bed, and carrying it into the living room. She gently took the inhaler from your hand, making sure to set it within arm's reach on the coffee table.

You woke up to the feeling of her hands in yours. A feeling you adored, "Cuddles now?" You asked, trying to fight off the urge to fall back asleep.

"Sure," She laid down with you, letting you get comfortable between her legs as you laid your head on her chest. She covered the both of you with the blanket, making sure you were cozy.

"Love you," You mumbled, barely awake as you let the sound of her heartbeat lull you to sleep.

"I love you too," She whispered, gently brushing a few strands of hair from your eyes.

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TWST OC showcase: Junia Rondo

Voice Claim: Saori Hayami (in her performance as Yor Forger from SPY X FAMILY)

Merfolk - Rainbow Parrotfish Right-handed Queendom of Roses - Octavinelle Dorm 161cm / 5'3 - #e85483 / 232, 84, 131 May 14th - Taurus - 19-20 y.o. 2nd year - Sophmore - Class B, no. 24 Pop Music Club Best Subject: Music Hobbies: The Macabre Pet peeves: People not taking care of themselves Favorite food: Fasolada Least favorite food: Plain Anything Talent: Singing Floyd-given name: Parrotfish Rook-given name: Demoiselle Chanteuse/Songbird Cater-given name: Junie-pie Signature Spell: 'Use Your Voice' Can perfectly imitate the voice of absolutely anyone, so long as she's heard it at least once

[ ~Based on the Nautilus Ariel's voice was kept in~ ]

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Some quotes:

“No, no, Junia! You weren't supposed to think about it!” She slaps her cheeks. [internal narration] *It's better I not think about it. Besides, I'm stupid after all, so what would I even be able to figure out if I did? It won't do me any good.*

[internal narration] *Haah, what should I do?! They need backup, but I can't exactly fight…but there's no one else available to help!* She stands there almost in a panic, hesitating and second-guessing herself over and over again on wether to or not to run over. *But what could I even do?!* Then she hears that some of the people she knows are injured, and something clicks. She gives herself a light bonk on the head with her closed fist. “Ah— duh, I know first aid!”

“I-I would love to laugh at your joke, but to tell you the truth I am much too confused right now.”

She was born in the ocean surrounding the land known as the Queendom of Roses, in a cushy bay in the middle of the country. At least cushy compared to the rest of the open ocean, which was far more competetive when it came to survival. However, her mother was born in the Coral Sea. As a Parrotfish, her bright colors stood out against the deep blue, so though she was lucky to be born into a wealthy family which granted her some protections others didn't have, she was still forced to fight to survive. Her marriage to the heir of the Rondo family was what finally ensured her safety. Junia was born some years after, but her father died before he could meet her. Junia's mother then decided to move the two to the Queendom of Roses, where her mother ended up becoming a successful lawyer. Her plans for Junia, already fully formed at less than a year old, was for her to become an excellent student and find a good, stable career of her own. That way her mother could be sure she'd not only survive but further their family legacy.

When she got older and was supposed to start learning how to read, she tried her best, but could never make sense of it. The letters seemed to jump around and flow together, and she would sometimes need to spend 10 minutes just trying to read a poem. If she'd ever been taken to see a doctor about it, she would have been diagnosed with severe dyslexia, and also as being autistic, though the latter has nothing to do with her difficulty in learning to read and write. It took much more time and practice for her to be able to read than it took for her peers. Junia was also a very gullible person and tended to believe most things people said to her if they seemed somewhat plausible. She didn't doubt other people or consider that they could be lying, since the thought of someone operating in bad faith just never naturally crosses her mind. Some of the other children around her used this to pick on and even bully her. Because she had trouble reading both words and the room and was so gullible, everyone around her— including her mother— started calling her stupid. She started to believe it. As a child, people often remarked to her mother about how cute Junia was, and as she got older, they started calling her beautiful. Coupled with her reputation as being stupid, people whispered behind her back that her appearance was the only thing she had going for her. Her mother seemingly took this to heart and began raising Junia to be the perfect dim-witted, obedient housewife, since she hoped that at the very least maybe Junia could have a future as a trophy wife to fall back on if she couldn't get a good job with her own effort. Her mother told Junia that smiling made women beautiful, so Junia started smiling all the time. She told Junia that she was an ugly crier, so Junia stopped crying in front of others. She was never really able to make any friends, since her mother pressured her to spend as much time as possible studying. Whenever she tried to speak to other kids her age, she would always end up saying something that got her weird looks. Or she had trouble finding a gap in the conversation in which to speak, and since she had been taught that interrupting was rude, she ended up a quiet observer in the background enough times that she stopped wanting to try to talk to them. Instead, she grew very fond of animals, smaller fish with somewhat 'lesser' intelligence. For whatever reason, these fish always loved her, and so she would often spend time with them over her peers. These smaller fish who were sometimes sought out as prey returned the love she gave in full, and saw her for what she was, unlike other people who only saw what she lacked. People who saw how much time she spent with these creatures considered mere animals felt it only further confirmed their beliefs of her being an idiot. People began calling her 'Guppy' as an insulting nickname— akin to calling her a child and suggesting her intelligence was on par with one.

Junia had always loved to sing and play the harp, and wanted nothing more than to continue with her passions. She can actually read musical notes quite well, and has a really good musical memory, which means she can remember the lyrics even if she's only heard a song once or twice. However, her mother told her to stop, since she thought the songs Junia wrote and composed were too 'strange' or 'disturbing' or 'eccentric'. Being the obedient girl she was, Junia agreed to stop. She was even forbidden from humming in the house. As she became a little bit older, her mother became more and more concerned with finding a husband for her. This was when she started forbidding Junia from any and all self expression that she didn't approve of, which included her music, and Junia's love of an abundance of 'flower' patterns from the surface. She started preparing her and telling her about the things she would need to give up to be married. She must remain obedient and do exactly as her future husband says, in order to keep him happy. She must never do anything her future husband hasn't given her permission to do, she must never bother him with her worries, anxieties or insecurities, and never state her opinion on anything, in order to not risk disagreeing with him. She must be seen and never heard, unless spoken to, and her only value outside of having children is to make her husband look better by having a pretty, obedient wife. Basically, she must give up her entire personhood to be forever tied to someone she knows nothing about, and become little more than an accessory to someone else. Junia started to feel more and more as though she didn't want what her mother had decided for her and began dreading her future marriage, even though it wouldn't be until she was at least 18. But still, she said nothing. What could she even do about it anyway? She couldn't somehow convince her mother to allow her to not go through with it. If she decided to run away, she'd have nowhere to go, and would probably end up meeting with an even worse fate, since she's been so dependent on her mother her entire life that she has no idea how to survive on her own, having never been taught how. So, Junia started acting the way her mother told her an 'ideal woman' should.

Then one day, what she had dreaded seemed to come to pass. Her mother informed her that she had found a good suitor for her in the Coral Sea. And so they would be going there and staying for a month, so Junia could start getting used to the environment before meeting her husband-to-be. She was miserable every tail-flick of the way, and felt like she was being suffocated. She had to start to grapple with the fact that she would never be able to sing again. So the first chance she got, she snuck off into an empty area, bringing her harp with her, and started to sing a series of songs she'd been working on for years— something like her life's work. Her mother always said they were 'too creepy' so she knew she'd never get the chance to again. Unbeknownst to her, while she was singing song after song, she had a secret audience of three…

(They knew who she was. The Rondo family was quite well-known, at least in this part of the Coral Sea, and who would the Octomer be if he didn't do his research? They had also heard the widow and daughter of the previous head of the Rondo family were coming back to the Coral Sea after 18 years in order for said daughter to be politically married-off. Azul didn't take much note of it— at least not until the moment he happened upon her; tweets following behind after he'd been gone for a bit too long. The two first things that struck him were her bright tail and gorgeous singing voice. The ones that came later was her great conventual beauty, and the passion she seemed to have for each song she performed. Yet there was also a sadness reflected on her face every time she finished a song. He saw the facts:

These songs were quite…unconventional, or at least so a family as traditional as the Rondos and whatever company they were trying to marry into would believe.

She was here to be married, and did not seek very happy about it.

She seemed even more sad after finishing each song or having to go back for the day, suggesting she felt this was something of a swan-song to her love of music.

She was a girl with a reputation for being gullible, naïve; easily deceived. He smelled blood in the water and had Thaumarks in his eyes. He could use this. The tweels just snickered quietly behind him, matching his smirk.)

One day during her singing, when she had just finished a song, she heard a whistle, and clapping. Hands flying up to cover her mouth to cover not only a surprised squeal, but also the fact that whoever made that sound had heard her singing! She saw two eel mer slithering out of some nearby seaweed. They said they'd been listening to her sing, and wanted to keep hearing the story. Her eyes lit up with the stars ocean-residents never saw, and they knew it wouldn't be hard for Azul to convince her. They introduced themselves as 'Jade' and 'Floyd'— and only laughed or smiled each time she got their names mixed up. The louder one of the two even burst out laughing when she called him something WAY off the mark. He thought it was hilarious she was so bad with names, even though they'd started coming to listen to her sing every day.

There was something different about her when she had an audience. She was absolutely exuberant, and somehow put even more passion, emotion and effort into each and every song she sang. They thought she was interesting. She was clumsy, shockingly observant, skilled with her hands, oblivious, had 'etiquette school' written all over her and said the strangest things sometimes. She was like an open book— but one they couldn't predict. Without knowing it, she'd got their mental seal of approval.

As the day on which she would meet her future husband— and thus be forever trapped in a life she didn't want— was drawing near, she told her unexpected friends a bit about it. They obviously already knew thanks to Azul, but the confirmation was what made the three of them decide amongst themselves that it was time: she'd be taken to see Azul, and would most likely end up striking a deal with him.

Jade and Floyd had talked to Azul about what she was like before. Floyd often went on about 'Parrotfishie is so fun~!' and even Jade would smile and agree 'She certainly is interesting.' Azul, for his part, while not surprised at Floyd's opinion, was more startled that Jade agreed, given the latter often kept his feelings much closer to his chest. Everything they'd told him had him already prepared for her being a bit eccentric. But he was still surprised by her when he actually met her. She did say the strangest things sometimes. But she had this charm that always made her able to completely get away with it, cocking her head to the side in confusion, a surprised expression on her face when one of them laughed, asking with a confused, somewhat shocked voice if she'd said something weird. There was something comfortable about her presence, which he yet-again thought could be a great asset to them, and to his business.

When she was told that he was this 'sea witch' she'd sometimes heard whispers of, even back in the waters of the Queendom of Roses, she wasn't scared. She was surprised, even shocked, sure, but not scared. In fact, she seemed amazed, asking if it was true that he was really that good at granting wishes, saying that he was amazing with an expression of genuine awe.

And when it came time for the actual deal, she didn't try to haggle or negotiate the terms of the contract— she didn't even read it! It wasn't until much later that he would learn she couldn't read. Regardless, even knowing it might be dangerous, she had just laid everything she had in his hands, and was happy to do so, so long as she was still allowed to sing.

And thus, the contract was signed, and Junia Rondo never met her husband-to-be.

After signing her contract with Azul, a letter was sent to her mother. The specifics aren't important because Azul left a TL;DR on the first page in big, bold letters saying:

[The voice of Junia Rondo— and by extension Junia Rondo herself— is now the legal property of Azul Ashengrotto.]

And as Junia was 18 already, there was nothing the authorities could do about it.

She knew her mother was probably furious. But for once, she didn't care. She was too happy to be free.

Next thing she knew she went with Azul, Jade and Floyd to a sort of 'human boot camp' where, after drinking a transformation potion for the first time, they would be trained on how to live on land. They all struggled with the whole 'having legs' thing— none so more than Junia. It seems her clumsiness with everything but her fingers had come back in full force and even worsened now that she had legs. She couldn't even always manage to calibrate her own tail, so it was no surprise, really, that it took her almost twice as long as the other three to learn to use her legs effectively enough to not fall over. Well…fall over less. Baby steps. And she always had someone there to catch her. Though Azul, being used to eight limbs, also struggled more than the tweels. So at first when she stumbled into him, he stumbled as well, ending with them in a heap on the floor.

After completing their boot camp, Junia with the lowest marks— barely passing, but somehow good enough!— the four of them were enrolled into 'Night Raven College', a very prestigious magic school. Junia was a little worried at first about how she'd even get in, knowing it was an all-boys' school— would she have to crossdress? She wasn't super happy with the idea but she would do it if she had to! But then she just watched Azul hand over a big stack of Thaumarks to the Headmage and that was that. 'Oh.' was all she said, surprised it was really that easy.

At NRC:

Among the four of them in the Octavinelle Quartet, Junia was the one who took the longest to acclimate to walking on legs as opposed to swimming with a tail. In fact, even into her second year, she still tripped quite often. And so, Azul mostly had her working taking orders and showing people their seats. Because for as cute as her clumsiness could be, having to constantly replace plates and glasses she'd dropped and shattered was really draining his budget for the Mostro Lounge.

On Saturdays and Sundays, Junia would do almost nothing but sing at the Mostro Lounge. And on Sunday nights, she was allowed to sing songs she herself had written— ones that were way more experimental, intent to tell a story rather than just be a nice background song. And these nights became massive hits! A lot of people would come to watch just to see the next part of the story! And of course Azul capitalized on this, offering special offers on Sunday nights that lead to Mostro Lounge's business going up a lot!

She feels incredibly grateful to Azul for giving her a chance to not only share her music with others, but also for taking her with him to NRC despite the fact female students aren't typically allowed. She's gotten to meet so many different kinds of people there! And at a school with so many strange people, she feels right at home, instead of like the misfit she always felt like she was at home. And being away from her mother, she feels happier and more confident than ever. She's slowly starting to find out about strengths of hers that aren't just how 'pretty' she is.

But...she does also still feel very self-conscious of how 'stupid' she feels like she is. She had to get Azul's help in order to have the staff agree to a deal where she could give her exams orally instead of written on paper (bribes. he bribed them) and she is also the only student for whom this is the case. She always has to study alongside someone else because she's just not really capable of taking down notes since she's illiterate. When she does get that help, of someone explaining it to her, she understands it pretty ok eventually, but she still feels self-conscious that she needs that help in the first place. She kinda dreads going to class because of it.

The specific terms of her and Azul's contract were that Azul now owns her voice in exchange for her being able to still use it, and working for him for as long as the contract is in effect. That means not only singing at the lounge, but also working as a waitress, and— since Junia has always been seen as beautiful and attractive by those around her— he started using that to have her advertise the lounge and any and all new menu items right away. All without pay. But she would be allowed to eat 3 meals from the lounge for free a day— she'll be working for him, so he certainly can't have her be starving!

Since it's a very feminine voice, he couldn't really use it himself without it clashing with his appearance and normal speaking voice, not to mention he also already has Prince Rielle's pretty singing voice. But Rielle's voice can't do Soprano very well, just because that's not its range. So that's one of the reasons he lets her keep use of her voice. And he will admit that her natural charisma— and the charm her obvious, genuine passion for music gives all of her performances— certainly lets her make use of her song voice to greater effect than if he'd given it to someone else.

Junia is, as expected, great friends with Jade, Floyd and Azul.

She's often a bit startled and confused when Floyd drags her along to go follow his whims and do whatever he wants, but once her mind catches up she often ends up having a lot of fun. And through him she's also slowly starting to learn it's ok to prioritize things she wants to do over what she's been told to do. Azul is not always happy about Floyd making off with his best advertiser, but he never seriously punishes them harsher than giving them an extra shift to make up for the one they missed.

Despite being in the Pop Music Club, she sometimes goes with Jade on his hikes in the mountains. It's also a bit of plus for her since she gets to see more kinds of flowers! And birds, and other critters. She also always tries out Jade's new mushroom dishes, to Azul and Floyd's utter confusion and bafflement, and Jade's delight.

And as stated before, she has a lot of respect for Azul, and really admires him. And the two understand each other pretty well, since she was also bullied as a child, albeit less harshly than he was. She's also very quick to compliment him and tell him her positive opinions of him. He's had her tone it down whilst among others, since he doesn't want to end up blushing hard enough that his reputation is put in jeapordy, which she's gladly agreed to, thinking his shyness was actually really cute.

She's basically best friends with Cater, Lilia and Kalim as well, since the four of them are the only members of the Pop Music Club. She is actually often the only reason they get any kind of music practicing done at all. She also composes all the 'band's songs, since the others don't mind trying out something that isn't just an actual pop song cover now and then, and it's yet another way in which she gets to play her songs! Her playing piano well easily translated into keyboard, and she's also a prominent vocalist, but also loves being able to sing as a back-up.

(the template was made by @/ai-kan1 , but I edited it a bit since I didn't feel the original color options were descriptive enough)

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Family:

Her mother Lydia, and father Argus. Argus died before she was born, so Junia has never met him.

More info about them can be found here!

[juliwuzhere]

Tbh I really want to hear more of the Nerris hypnotizing Max episode idea you had like dialogue know if you have that because it’s really interesting!

Sorry it took me so long answer but I decided to write a snippet of chapter one of this fic. I know it’s not quite what you asked for but I felt very motivated at the time. Take in mind, it’s obviously going to be tweaked. But still, I’m planning to post the final, polished chapters on Ao3. If it’s any good anyways. If not, well at least it was a great practice piece to get back into writing :)

Realistic Magic

Chapter one:

Ever since they're dad had taught them about Dungeons & Dragons, Nerris has wished that magic was real. They wished they didn't have to roleplay to be able to cast a healing spell or any spell for that matter. But it seemed that Nerris would forever be bound to the mortal plane. Or at least before their mom introduced her to the concept of hypnosis.

Nerriss had never really liked their moms job. She worked as a psychologist, which is the opposite of what Nerris likes. While phycology was more logical and scientific, Nerris liked fantasy things that were much illogical and artistic. Nerris never thought she'd like hearing about psychology until her mom started talking about hypnotherapy during dinner.

Nerris had asked her what it was and their mother had explained that Hypnotherapy was the use of hypnosis in psychotherapy. Which then led to the question of what hypnosis even was? Because it couldn't possibly be what Nerris had seen used in cartoons and movies, but turns out, it was. Her textbook definition of it was “the induction of a state of consciousness in which a person apparently loses the power of voluntary action and is highly responsive to suggestion or direction.” The moment Nerris heard that, the first thing that came to mind was the hypnotic pattern in D&D. Was it the same per say, no. But did it sound pretty damn similar, absolutely.

From that point forward, Nerris developed a deep fascination with the concept of hypnosis. It was the closest Nerris could get to learning Magic in real life, and so they set a few goals for themselves.

1. Learn how to hypnotize someone before summer starts

2. Showcase their talent in front of everyone,

3. Make Harrison look stupid.

Those were the three goals that Nerris used to motivate themselves to continue to study and learn about hypnosis. Nerris didn't know how good of a motivator it was until they realized that they had the entire process memorized and at the time they still had a couple days before camp. Nerris not only felt proud of themselves but also confident in their abilities. Sure, it had sucked to study over the summer but it was all going to pay off at her sleepover.

It had become a tradition to hold sleepovers at different people's tents. Nobody quite knows how it started but they are always having a great time. It's like having a very small party with no balloons, music, and a couple stolen snacks from the mess hall pantry. It's better than it sounds. The moment Nerris had settled in on the first day of camp, they had made it clear that they were going to hold the first sleepover. Nerris was not going to let anyone get in the way of them beating their goals. The day of the sleepover had arrived and Nerris was ecstatic. Tonight was going to be the night that Nerris proved themselves.

Every time they had a sleepover, everyone always agreed to be quiet, but nobody actually believed they would be. Sounds of laughter and hushed whispers, probably some gossip Nerris assumed, resounded throughout the tent. The only thing that illuminated the tent being a lantern they had stolen from QuarterMasters shed. Everyone was wearing their vibrant pajamas, even Ered. And Nerris looked around the tent, they felt a smile start to grow on their face when they caught a glimpse at the Garfield pajama shorts Nurf was wearing. Seated right next to him was Ered, who wore much more trendier pajamas. But in Nerriss' opinion, Garfield is way cooler than Forever 21.

Due to the tents in Camp Campbell not being very large, everyone was practically inches away from each other. At every sleepover, the campers looked like a singular group of people, not a bunch of trios and duos huddled in different corners like how it was everyday at camp. Going to the sleepover always made Nerris feel a sense of euphoria start to blossom in their chest. They liked it when the camp felt united, it made them feel less alone. Nerris stood up, ready to show off her talent.

“Alright everyone! Listen up.” The tent grew quieter and quieter until Nerris had everyone's attention. “Who wants to be the first to try and be hypnotized?” Nerris asked, adding a dramatic and suspenseful hint to their voice, courtesy of Prestons advice.

“Oh, oh, me!” Spacekid yelled, raising his hand with a toothy smile.

“Alright! Come on up to the front.” Nerris responded, gesturing to the spot right next to them. Since everyone was huddled away from the entrance of the tent that gave Nerris and Spacekid the closest thing they had to a stage. A spot where everyone in the tent could see the spectacle. Nerris was starting to understand why Harrison was so fascinated with being a magician, having people's attention felt nice.

Spacekid sat down right in front of Nerris, waiting expectantly. Nerris pulled out their pocket watch from the pocket of her pajama pants and let it hang right in front of the space kids face.

“Alright Spacekid. I'm gonna need you to stare at this pocket watch. Do not break eye contact with it. You have to stare at it the whole time. Got it?” Nerris asked. Spacekid nodded his head, his eyes filled with excitement and determination. Nerris and Spacekid didn't have much in common, but today they seemed to be on the same page emotionally speaking.

Nerris was ready to prove Harrison wrong. They were capable of performing magic and being a mage. It's just that Nerris can perform a different and much more logical kind of magic.

Nerris took a deep breath in and out, then finally, started moving the stopwatch from left to right. Letting it sway and move in a constant rhythm.

“Okay. As you watch this pocket watch you are going to start entering a deep state of relaxation. The longer you stare at the pocket watch, the further into this state you will start to be enthralled in.” Nerris explained, letting the pocket watch sway for a couple seconds. She looked at Space Kids eyes, expecting the signs of exhaustion to become more and more apparent but nothing changed. A spark of doubt started to light inside Nerris but it was quickly put out. They still had one last part of the process to go through.

“On the count of three, I will snap my fingers. The moment I snap them you will feel yourself fall into a deep sleep” Nerris drawled, glancing at the crowd before starting to count. Their excitement made Nerris feel excited.

“One…” Nerris starts. “Two…” Nerris starts to raise their hand. “Three!” Nerris snapped their fingers. Nothing happens. Nerris’s smile falls, why didn't it work?

“Did it work?” Spacekid giddy asked, expecting an answer from Nerris.

“If it had worked you would have been asleep right now, dumbass.” Nurf retorted, earning a few giggles from some of the campers.

“Oh.” Spacekid said, clearly disappointed.

“Well, maybe I just have to try it on somebody else. You know, it said in my book that some people can't be hypnotized so I guess you're just one of them, Spacekid.” Nerris replied, not letting this bring her down. It was a rough start but at least she still had many more people to try and hypnotize.

Nerris moved on to the next camper, Ered, and followed the same process as before. But once again, it didn't work. Nerris is glad they had asked Ered to be the second try when hypnosis sounded cool. Because after their fourth attempt, Nerris had not only made themselves look stupid and made hypnosis look uncool. By the time Nerris had reached their last camper, they had lost all hope. A feeling of embarrassment started to replace their previous euphoria.

“C’mon Nerris, just admit it. The only person who can perform magic is me.” Harrison conceited. Nerris had just snapped her fingers and, as expected, nothing had happened. They had followed every rule, trick, and even shortcut to try and make their attempts successful but all had failed. The confidence in Harrison's voice made Nerris feel even more embarrassed than they already did. They let the chain of the pocket watch slip out of their hands, too exasperated to care if it breaks from the fall.

Nerris had gone through everyone in the tent and Harrison had been the last to agree to be hypnotized; And from the looks of it he appeared to be the only one enjoying himself anymore. Everyone else in the tent looked bored, their attention now elsewhere. Nerris knew Harrison hadn’t meant to me too hurtful with his comment. Afterall, it was how they spoke on a daily basis. But today Nerris was just too upset to not feel even a little butthurt.

“Fine. Maybe you were right. I guess I'm just a loser who will only ever be able to act like they can do cool stuff rather than actually be able to do it.” Nerris admitted. It seemed that roleplaying and strategizing in a board game would continue to be the only skills they had.

“Well, acting is a very powerful tool too, Nerris.” Preston stated in his usual dramatic voice. “It is one that only true professionals, like myself, can master.”

Nerris felt a smile tug on their lips. In Prestons own way, he was trying to cheer them up. Even if he built himself up to be a professional actor along the way. But although they appreciated the help, Nerris still felt like they’d taken a critical hit. Nerris picked up the pocket watch and cupped it in their hands. They look at the reflection of themselves in the pocket watch, not surprised to see their disappointment evident in their face. Nerris failed, and in front of everyone for that matter. Nerris didn't even know if their face felt hot with anger or embarrassment anymore, probably both.

Suddenly, the loud ruffling sound of the tent being opened made Nerriss' thoughts quiet for a moment. They really hoped it wasn't David. This was the first time the camp sleepover was being held in their tent, it would be horrible if the night ended with Nerris failing at the thing they had been hyping up ever since they got to camp and a punishment. They would never let Nerris live it down.

But just as quickly as the fear had started to build up in her chest, it evaporated. Instead of the tall and cheery counselor they had all grown to tolerate, stood the short and moody Max holding a party size bag of chips while three Capri Moons peaked out of the front pocket of his hoodie. He was still wearing his signature hoodie that nobody could seem to rip off of him, but replacing his jeans were a pair of dark blue plaid pajama shorts. Nerris never thought that Max would be a sight for sore eyes. For a brief moment his eyes widened slightly, clearly not expecting for everyone to be staring at him. But in an instant calm confusion seemed to wash over him.

“Damn, did someone die or some shit?” Max asked, opening the party size chip bag and taking a bite.

“Oh Max, you have got to hear this!” Harrison exclaimed, clearly excited at getting to embarrass Nerris some more. Nerris really shouldn't have insulted his outfit last week. Actually, no, nevermind. They don't regret it, it was horrific.

“What?” Max grunted, his brows furrowed with suspicion; the distrust in his tone was evident. Nerris is reminded that Max has never been quite fond of Harrison. Harrison stands up with a large grin mocking on his face. Nerris glares at him when he glances at them on the way towards Max.

“Nerris apparently thought she was a wizard or whatever, because they learned how to hypnotize people. Well, they tried to learn at least.” Harrison joked. Nerris scoffs, they were starting to get very pissed. Harrison started to summarize what Max had missed in the sleepover, which is the entirety of the sleepover. This was the first time through the whole night that he had come to Nerriss' sleepover, and it wasn't even expected he would come.

He had told everyone that he probably wasn't going to attend because he was too tired and would prefer to just go to sleep. However, it is very clear he didn't even get to have a nap. As Harrison continued to giddily summarize everything , Max looked at him with tired half closed eyes, every so often reaching into the bag to get some more chips to munch on. He radiated disinterest and exhaustion, his eye bags were more noticeable than everbefore, and Nerris can tell that whatever Harrison is saying is entering one ear and coming out the other. Surprisingly, the rant wasn't very long. However, it was still very annoying to hear. Nerris hopes they don't sound like that when they make fun of Harrison.

“Yeah, yeah, we get it Harrison.” Nerris groaned. “I suck, you suck a little less. Listen Max, it's probably not going to work but would you be fine with me trying to hypnotize you?” Nerris pulls out the pocket watch and holds it up from the chain to let Max see it. Max considers the question but Nerris already knows the answer. Max doesn't usually do something just because you asked him to. In fact, he'll probably go out of his way to not do what you asked him to do.

“You know what, it's fine.” Nerris starts. “You don't have to-”

“No, I'll do it.” Max responds. Nerris looks up and stares at Max, their brows knitted together.

“Wait…really?” Nerris asked, their eyes wide with shock. He wants to do it? Nerris wondered why he would even say yes, until they came to the conclusion that he's probably just doing it to make fun of Nerris. Yeah, that makes more sense. Nerris glances towards the huddled campers to find their equally surprised expressions.

“Sure. I've got nothing better to do anyway.” Max yawned, making his way towards Nerris. He handed the bag of chips and Capri Moons to Neil and Nikki and promptly sat down with his legs crossed. Neil and Nikki scooted over to be closer to Max and to get a better view.

“Just make this quick.” Max mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

“Don't worry, it will be.” Nerris avowed with a resigned sigh. This wasn't going to work, but Max was already here so, whatever.

“Okay. Just look at the pocket watch and don't break eye contact the whole time. Got it?” Nerris asked, much less excited than in her first attempt.

“Sure.” Max replied. Nerris took a deep breath in and out, this time more out of exhaustion rather than anticipation. For one last time, Nerris started swaying the stopwatch.

“Okay. As you watch this pocket watch you are going to start entering a deep state of relaxation. The longer you stare at the pocket watch, the further into this state you will start to be enthralled in.” Nerris said, repeating what they had told every camper. The words now tasted sour in their mouth. Nerris glanced at Max and felt conflicted.

Either Nerris was imagining things or Max looked more tired than before. They noticed how Max’s shoulders started to slump and his eyes started to droop down. Still, they just brushed it off, remembering that he was already tired to begin with. As Nerris let the stopwatch swing from left to right, they were ready to say the final words and just go to sleep. Nerris wanted this to be over as soon as possible, the embarrassment was becoming too much to handle.

“On the count of three, I will snap my fingers. The moment I snap them you will feel yourself fall into a deep sleep” Nerris drawled once more.

“One…” God, Harrison is going to make fun of Nerris for this until they're dead. “Two…” Well, at least it's almost over. “Three.” Nerris snapped their fingers. And unexpectedly, Max slumped over.

Instinctively, Neil leaped and grabbed Max's head, effectively cushioning a hard fall. A couple people in the tent had gasped as they saw Max collapse into Neil. Nikki stands up from her spot in the tent and tries to help Neil lift Max up, concern evident in both their faces. Neil and Nikki start saying his name, trying to get a reaction out of him, and Nikki starts shaking his shoulder. Max was completely limp, made clear by how much Neil was struggling to lift Max back up, but Nerris didn't buy it.

“Just stop faking it Max, I'm not in the mood today.” Nerris scowled, their eyes narrowed. They looked away, waiting for Max to stop pretending. But the longer Nerris waited, the more curious they got. Nerris glanced back at the trio, now very confused.

“Wait. Is he not joking?”

“No!? He wont wake up!” Neil shouted, his voice cracking. Nikki shakes Max violently to emphasize the statement. Max was now being cradled from his upper half by Neil, with Nikki right beside him concerned but also curious. All the campers leaned and scooted closer to get a better view of the issue. Eyes staring unblinkingly at Max. Everyone started murmuring amongst each other, but Nerris couldn't care. Nerris had just had the greatest realization.

“It worked…” Nerris gasped, a smile tugging at their lips.

“What?” Harrison blurted, his eyes wider than everyone else's and his jaw on the floor.

“It worked! I did it!” Nerris beamed, standing up and pumping their fists in the air victoriously.

“In your face Harrison!” Nerris laughed, pointing at Harrison; whose face was the epitome of shock. Oh man, Nerris was never going to forget his face. Everyone started talking, the tent sounding just as loud as it had been at the start of the sleepover. Campers started to blurt out requests.

“You should make him do something embarrassing.” Ered grinned.

“Or make him not be able to lie. Do you know how many dirty secrets I could blackmail him with?” Nurf smirked, him and Ered smiling at each other in agreement.

“Could you make him like art? It would be great to have a new art partner!” Dolph said eagerly.

“No! That's stupid. Make him unwilling to not act in my next play!” Preston protested. “He never puts in the effort that is needed to create the perfect theater viewing experience.”

“Oh, can you make him want to talk about space?” Spacekid asked nervously. All the requests started to blur with each other, the volume in the tent being deafening. By the time Nerris had realized they should probably quiet down, it was too late.

“What is going on here?” David shouted. Everyone immediately went quiet. “You kids are lucky I was the only counselor who woke up. You should all be asleep, it is way past all of your bedtimes.”

“Oh geez Louise, sorry David!” Preston replied, trying to make himself sound innocent, but in the end, only making himself sound like a mini david. “We were just so excited after hearing your lesson today that we decided to get together to talk about…um, trees!” Preston excused. Nerris was glad Preston had done an improv class. Everyone started to agree with Preston, following the “yes and” rule he had driven into their heads when he had taught an improv class lesson they were forced to attend.

“No we weren't.” Spacekid innocently denied. “We were talking about what to make Max do now that he's hypnotized.” Apparently, he had forgotten all about the rule.

“Spacekid!” Preston shouted angrily, with a chorus of “shut up”s and “be quiet”s being thrown Spacekids' way. Well, looks like playing dumb was no longer an option.

“Listen, I need one of you to tell me the truth right this instant or you are all cleaning the mess hall tomorrow.” David warned, crossing his arms to appear more threatening.

“Fine.” Harrison murmured. Nerris snapped their head to stare at him with angry eyes. Quietly communicating that she wanted him to shut the fuck up.

“Nerris wanted to show off how they had learned how to use hypnosis on other people so they invited us to their tent.” Harrison explained, excluding the fact that they have sleepovers very often, and instead making it sound like they've only had one sleepover. Although Nerris currently hated his guts, they are glad that he didn't snitch about all the other prior sleepovers. It would have been worse if Nerris caused everyone to get in trouble.

“So,” Harrison continued, “they tried to hypnotize everyone until they got to Max and it actually worked. In my opinion, Nerris is still a pretty shitty wizard.”

“A mage…” Nerris corrected, looking down. God, they were in so much trouble.

“Okay…” David said exasperated, clearly trying to make sense of things. “First off, language. Second of all, what do you mean Nerris “hypnotized” Max.”

“It means that he's asleep for as long as Nerris wants him to be and we can make him do whatever we want.” Ered elucidated.

“Yeah, I shook him and everything and he didn't even get mad at me! He's completely knocked out.” Nikki grinned, patting Max on the cheek.

“Are you sure?” David started walking towards the clueless Max. “Listen I know you kids are very talented but learning that sort of stuff takes a lot of professional lessons. I don't think that you can just learn that kind of stuff from youtools.”

“Youtube.” Neil corrected.

“Right, yes, youtooth.” David said, getting down on one knee and putting his hand softly on Max’s shoulder.

“Max, c’mon bud. It's time to wake up.” David gently said. No response. “Max, time to wake up. You actually followed the bedtime rule but you got to be in your own tent to get the full credit buddy.” David smiled. When Max didn't wake up, his smile faltered.

“Max?” David asked much louder. Concern started to become evident in his facial expression and body language. You could see the exact moment David started to consider the reality of the situation.

“See. Told you.” Nikki said. David looked at her then back to Max, he still seemed in denial.

“Well um, maybe he's deeply asleep! He is a very heavy sleeper afterall.” David argued.

“Yeah, but can he sleep through this?” Nikki raised her hand and smacked Max so roughly she turned his head the other way. Nerris grimaced as the sound of the slap echoed through, other campers exclaimed and cursed in alarm. That sounded like it hurt a lot.

“Nikki!” David shrieked. He reached for Max, seemingly expecting him to be outraged, only to discover he was still asleep. Not even a little rattled by the very harsh slap Nikki had given him.

“See! Nothing! No reaction whatsoever.” Nikki insisted, gesturing towards Max.

“I mean, if that didn't attest our claim I don't know what else will.” Neils adds. Although he seemed pleased with finally having a obvious piece of evidence, he clearly had not expected such a move from Nikki.

“Gosh darnit. How did you even do this?” David asked, looking at Nerris.

“I don't know, I just sort of…did it?” Nerris began explaining. “I read a book about hypnosis and studied how to actually do it but it only worked on Max. Maybe because he was really tired or something. Anyway, it only worked on him and I have full control right now. He’s not dead or in a coma…Well actually I guess it could technically count as a comma.” Nerris looked back at David. David stared at her with huge eyes and an agape mouth.

“No, wait! What I mean is that as long as I dont tell him to wake up he will stay asleep.” Nerris corrected themselves.

“But I can tell him at any time to snap out of this state and he will be back to normal.” Nerris assured

“Well that is exactly what you are going to do right now.” David scolded. Nerris knew that even if they did as they were told, they would still get in trouble. Which means this sleepover would not only end in a very anticlimactic way, but they would also be stuck cleaning the sticky mess hall floors and whatever other punishments CJ added on. Nerris needed an alternative.

“But-” Nerris started.

“No but’s!” David interrupted. “You will make him wake up and you will do it now.” Nerris could tell Gwens lessons on how to be authoritative were working.

“I can make Max do anything you want him to do! I can tell him to be nice, clean the campgrounds, or participate in activities.” At the mention of the last possibility, David glanced up at Nerris.

“Wait, you can make him actually want to do the activities?” David asked. Bingo. Nerris had just found their way out of trouble.

“Yeah. I can tell him that whatever activity you tell him to participate in he will want to do, no questions asked. No arguments needed.” Nerris reasoned

“All you have to do is let us get away with this sleepover and in return you don't have to deal with an angry Max anymore.” Nerris offered, making the deal sound extremely beneficial, which for a very tired counselor, it probably was.

“And I mean, making Max do activities isn't really a bad thing.” Nerris added. “Because…well you know, it's great health wise to be active. So really, you're doing him a favor.”

Nerris didnt know what the fuck they were saying, but they had heard David go on enough rants to remeber some of the phrases he had used when he tried to make them do an especially boring activity. And by the look on his face, Davids seemed to be considering the deal.

“Well you're not wrong but…” David responded, his brows furrowed. Nerris was losing him. They had to come up with something quick.

“How about this? I only make Max do it for…let's say a day or two. And at any point in time or if anything goes wrong, I can make him snap out of it.” Nerris explained.

“We don't get in trouble and you don't have to beg Max to participate in an activity for 15 minutes. I think that's a fair deal, no?” Nerris concluded. If playing D&D had taught them anything, it was to be able to strategize on the spot. David stood there for a couple seconds, clearly thinking his answer through. Swiftly, his shoulders slump and his eyebrows unknit.

“Mhm… fine.” David drawled. Everyone cheered, glad to have avoided cleaning the mess hall floor with toothbrushes.

“But I will stay while you do it.” David affirmed. “Don't want you to make him do something I didn't agree with.”

“Of course.” Nerris replied.

“And he's really alright? Like, this isn't going to hurt him or anything” David questioned.

“Obviously not David. C’mon just sit down!” Nerris quickly answered, too excited about their successful attempt to want to waste anytime. They had done it. Sure, apparently Nerris could only hypnotize people who were extremely exhausted, but they still had the ability to do it! Nerris sat down quickly, not caring if they fell a little too hard on the ground. Unlike Nerris, David gently sat down on the floor, crossing his legs just like Max. As they got ready to tell Max the commands, the smile on Nerris’s face grew wider. Nerris was finally a true mage.

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @somethingclevermahogony!

OC Question Game

My questions:

Who would you miss the most if they left?

What is the funniest thing you have ever done?

Who cares about you the most?

I'll answer for Sepo, because why not?

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1) Who would you miss the most if they left?

"It makes me cringe that this is even a hard question. I used to be perfectly fine on my own. The only thing I would ever miss would be a good current beneath my wingfins. But now? If Twenari left, I'd worry through every waking moment over whether she's alright or not. If Djek left, it'd be so quiet around here the silence would feel like a scream. I couldn't choose. Izjik would never leave. Not to where I couldn't follow."

2) What is the funniest thing you have ever done?

"I'll tell you, but if I ever hear you've told anyone else, especially a certain squinty-eyed Amaranthi, I'll hang you from a flagpole by your tongue, understand? When I was a boy studying to be a priest at the Saryimastra Seat, my brother was always the more popular of us two. This wouldn't be a hard thing to guess if you'd have known Saius; he was the personable type, always quick with a joke or a kind word. He was the one who introduced me to Fahdra.

Fahdra, not that I'd have been able to tell, was the darling of the junior priesthood. Pretty, intelligent, pious; everything a sixteen year old siren could want or could want to be. For some damn reason, she loved talking to me. She even switched her chore rotation so she'd be on alter cleaning duty with me.

One night, we ended up staying late to clean up. She asked me very coyly if I wanted to hang out at her dorm after we finished. I said no - I wanted to finish my book - but she said she had some secular sheet music she could show me, and that was temptation enough for me to agree. In retrospect, her exact phrasing was 'Do you want to make some sinful music together?', so perhaps that was a missed cue on my part.

Anyways, we get there, and she immediately strips off her shawl and bra. I thought that was strange, but nudity isn't as taboo in Ulahdris as it is on the surface, so I assumed she was just getting comfortable. I asked her where the music was, and she told me we'd make it together. I told her that I still needed sheet music. She told me that she'd show me the rhythms. I told her that was stupid. It was only when she asked if I was messing with her that I caught on to the fact that some of what she'd been saying had perhaps been subtext. I fled back to my dorm at once. Saius said he'd never seen my face to red. We ended up switching clothes and chores for the week because I was so embarrassed - we looked so much alike that if we didn't talk, no one could tell us apart. In the end, after spending that week cleaning alters with Fahdra, she and Saius ended up dating for a time.

It's a long story and one I never thought was particularly funny, but Izjik loses her mind every time she hears it. I suppose I wish Fahdra the best. It must've been some piss poor luck that caused her to set her sights on the most oblivious siren east of the Oresea."

3) Who cares about you the most?

"Izjik."

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Your questions:

What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?

How do you deal with anger?

What's the worst job you've ever worked?

I'll tag @mk-writes-stuff @televisionjester @albatris @aestheic-writer18 @wordfather and anyone else who wants in :)

[kokushibosbestie]

i think i'm falling out of love and falling in love at the same time.

is it the boy i was talking about in a previous post? no. is it my best friend? yes.

she loves my artwork and praises it. she's the first i send it to before i post it. she always starts the conversation first. she pushes me to do things i want but not sure about, like cutting my hair and coloring it. she gets excited when i tell her about my new clothes and calls me so i can do a fashion show for her. she listens to my rants and tells me it's all going to be okay when i need it without even having to tell her. she matches my energy too. she's made masks and drawing for me and encourages me when i need inspiration. she always offers me her airpods when we're together so we can listen to music together. we have the same music taste before we told each other about it. she sends me pins on pinterest and edits from her hyperfixations, and i do the same. she lets me draw curse marks from jjk on her, vise versa and she doesn't even watch it. she asks me what i'm wearing to every place we go to together so she can match with me. she smiles every time i see her, even on group calls with the friend group. she only turns on her camera if i join calls. she asks me about her cool face paint looks all the time. she helps me with history and i help her with math assignments. she likes characters or celebrities that look like me from her favorite shows, movies, and games and rants about how she'd totally date them if it weren't for her boyfriend and if she were their age.

that's the problem.

she has a boyfriend.

and i've never been the type to try and steal someone from another.

but he doesn't deserve her.

he says the worst things to her and she comes crying to me.

he makes comments on her chest and how "flat" she is.

he makes comments about how i look better than her.

he doesn't love her, not like i would.

he doesn't even talk to her unless it's over text.

he's on call with his stupid friends all the time.

and his best friend is my previous crush.

yeah, weird thing going on here, right? to be honest, i'm not even sure what kind of mess i've made or if it even if my fault. but i liked him first, then her, and now i cant get over how bad her new boyfriend treats her. he's not worth her time.

but my previous crush...he just doesn't seem interested anymore. he never texts first or asks questions like i do. he doesn't match my energy anymore. maybe he never has and i just noticed now. we've never had a genuine conversation. he 'cant' make time for me like he used to. but i know one thing. if you like someone, you'll make time for them no matter what. it doesn't matter how busy you are. and now i've gotten caught up in liking two people, but not sure what to do because one doesn't feel the same and one can't feel the same.

and she's just my type too. kind, funny, genuine, extroverted, and able to match my energy. "match my freak" is another silly expression for that. she makes me feel cared for. listened to. she makes me think that i'm not as annoying as i think i am. every time i hear her voice, my head turns and my eyes scan to find her on instinct. she has these pretty blue eyes and short blond hair. we've made jokes about how she looks like teenager justin beiber with her hairstyle. her skin is really light...like a statue of a roman goddess. and the way her lips look when she smiles is just so mesmerizing. she's so beautiful.

i know i shouldn't feel like this. it's wrong. she already has someone. everyone thinks i like someone else. and yet i can't take my eyes off of her and i can't stop messaging her. i wish i could just tell her how i feel and change her contact in my phone from "best friend." but i can't. i don't want to make things weird and lose an amazing friendship. and i don't want her to lose her relationship, as horrible as it is, because of me.

so...what do i do?

[bitemedotmp3]

There's been a lot on Uzi's mind recently. It would be nice if most of it was normal teenage angst, but lurking between thoughts of Christmas shopping and awkward conversations with her friends, glowing yellow eyes and stilted audio output slice into her memories, tearing pleasant thoughts to ribbons. Why is it freaking her out so much, Cyn had definitely been worse back on Copper 9.

Had she? Their clash back in their home had been over the fate of the planet, but here it was... personal. Cyn wasn't trying to crack open the crust and slurp up the planet's core (yet), she was cornering Uzi in an elevator and threatening her friends. Maybe it was just easier to distance herself from it when it was something as vague and impersonal as the universe, as opposed to her frickin' roommate.

Snowflakes fall on Uzi's visor, their jagged fractals barely visible before melting on the warm surface. The cold feels nice, keeping her processors from overheating into an anxious puddle. Some super-cool hero she'd become; now she was just worried that some edgy meat-puppet would show up at her house to put nasty fingerprints all over her stuff. She wouldn't put it above Cyn to be annoying just because.

Uzi stops walking, and no one else on the street takes notice. "Ugh," she groans. "Ughhhh."

She sags her knees and lets her head roll back. "UGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Feels a little better now. Sometimes you need a nice bitch and moan.

Stuffing her hands in her pockets, Uzi resumes her walk. If she gets too worked up about the Solver's stupid threats, that's as good as letting it win, so she just won't. She'll distract herself, maybe buy a new video game or music album, or maybe she can see if V's busy and-

"You."

Or maybe people on the street are about to start fighting, that would be fun to watch. Uzi looks in the direction of that venom-filled pronoun, then her eyes go hollow when she sees it's directed at her.

"Me?" she says, raising a brow.

"I've been looking for you. I knew I'd find you, I'm just glad it didn't take very long." The other speaker approaches, a girl with long, dark hair and pointed, fluffy ears atop her head. "I haven't been able to sleep well because of you, knowing you're out in this city... I won't forgive you! Not for taking my name, not for tricking people, not for trying to hurt Mika!"

Uzi looks from side to side, hoping that there's someone standing behind her that she hadn't noticed. The other passersby seem to have thinned out, leaving only her and the other girl. "I think you're confused, dude. I have no idea what you're talking about- Oh! No, I know you! You're Nier!"

Right, the girl Mika has a crush on. Uzi lets her guard down, because she's already figured this whole thing out. Nier is just confused because she became a worker drone for a bit, and Uzi's the only other one in the city. The... stuff that happened with her and Mika in the museum upset her, and now it's an issue of mistaken identity. Thankfully, this is not a work of fiction and thus the misunderstanding will be easy to clean up.

Nier's expression stiffens. "That's right... I'm Nier. You're just some... fake. And I need to get rid of you, or I won't be able to rest."

Uzi takes a step back, her boots crunching in the snow. "Hold on, I promise you've got it all wrong. I'm U-"

"Quiet! I don't want to hear it!" cries the girl, clutching her head. "I can't stop thinking about all the things you did...! You killed them, you ate them, and you tried to eat Mika! I-I can't... stop thinking about their hearts, their blood, everything you did, you... you...!"

Eyes screwed shut, Nier lets out a pained wail. Sobs wrack her voice, and Uzi turns to leave. This is definitely Nier, because the stuff she's saying lines up with the things Mika told her, but Uzi doesn't want to be around for some yandere catgirl's mental breakdown. Better to just let Mika know what's going on, so she can-

"Don't try to run! Death!"

There's a whooshing sound, and Uzi feels her feet give out from under her. No, the pain in her legs and the warning on her HUD are telling her she has no feet, and she cries out as she topples to the ground. Rolling on her back, she grits her teeth and glares daggers as Nier approaches her at a leisurely pace. As she watches, a large, ghostly figure drifts to Nier's side; a dark, humanoid shape with a flowing dress and mourning veil. Uzi's first thought is that it would look awesome on a t-shirt, and her second is Oh great, she has a Stand.

"I could have just killed her, my love..." says Death, her voice a low moan. "No need to drag this out..."

"I know, but I just want to make sure... If she ever comes back, she needs to understand that she can't just-"

"That hurt, you fucking psycho!" shouts Uzi. Oil bleeds from the stumps of her legs onto the snow below, a total waste of the precious fluid. "And you ruined my favorite boots! What's wrong with you?"

"Wh-me?!" Nier stomps to Uzi's side, looming over her. "Did you forget what you did? You're lucky I don't just cut you into pieces right now!"

"Bite me! That wasn't me, idiot!" Uzi can feel her feet are mostly repaired, and her boots too. Nice. "That was your frickin'... dronesona or whatever! It was you!"

"No, no, no! I wouldn't do those things! I'd never hurt Mika, I wouldn't... eat anyone...!"

"Join the club," groans Uzi, trying to sit up. "You were a worker drone, and you were infected, so it made you do messed-up stuff. Don't lash out at me just 'cuz you can't deal, go to therapy like a normal person."

Splashes of water fall onto Uzi's body, making her flinch. She looks up to see fat teardrops rolling down Nier's cheeks as the other girl covers her face with her hands. "No, no..." she mumbles. "I didn't, I didn't... No no no no no no no....!"

"Don't have time for this." Uzi rolls over a few times and gets to her feet, now fully repaired. "If you wanna have a breakdown over your girlfriend, do it away from me."

Nier's look of confusion stops her tears. She looks over at Uzi, brow knit in concern as Death looks from the girl, to the drone, and back. "My... girlfriend? What are you talking about...?"

Shit.

"Distraction! Bite me!" Uzi gathers a clump of snow in her hand and sends it flying with the aid of the Solver. The snowball hits the girl right in the face, and she yelps in surprise as Uzi dashes away. Behind her, Uzi can hear Death wail as her master commands her to the chase, and so she opts not to look behind her.

"Great, cool. Crazy stalker number two," pants Uzi, ducking into a side alley. She doesn't know where she's going, she just wants to take as many turns as she can to throw off her pursuers, get home, and then yell at Mika for not explaining that her frickin' roommate is also a worker drone!

Bleeding out and repair functions left Uzi with a little less than half her normal supply of oil, but it should be more than enough to get her back home. Just need to keep running, and - robo-God, she should've asked for her wings back instead of the cool telekinesis! She ducks under a broken fence and climbs a stack of boxes, starting to feel a tiny bit safer. Just enough that she can chance a glance behind her, and-

"Found youuuuuu...!"

Figures. Uzi hops as Death swings a wicked blade at her legs, hearing the whoosh of air as it sails beneath her feet. "Leave me alone!" she yells.

"Come back and face your retribution!"

"Ugh, is there someone more sensible I could talk to? Someone less murder-y?" Uzi waves her hand again, bringing a pile of garbage into Death's path. It does nothing to deter her however, and her twin scythes slice through the obstacles.

Uzi groans, rolling her eyes. "Or couldn't you at least have waited a few more days until I had time to compartmentalize my last trauma?"

"Stop mocking us!"

Facing forward, Uzi only has a moment before she collides right into Nier. The weight of her frame sends both girls sprawling, and she can hear Nier's sharp intake of breath as she lies on the ground. Don't have time to pity her, thinks Uzi, scrambling to her feet. Gotta get out, if I die here I'll be frickin' pissed!

>[SEVERE STRUCTURAL DAMAGE WARNING!]

She doesn't feel the blade slide into her back. The tip poking out from her stomach when she looks down, narrowly missing her core. A dribble of black flows out from the wound, and when she opens her mouth to cry out, the only thing she can do is cough up some oil. Death's hands grab onto her shoulders, lifting her up as Nier stands, dusting snow off her blue cloak.

"There's no point in struggling," says Nier, brushing white powder from her hair. "Not even someone like you can run from death..."

"Don't wanna hear your monologue," says Uzi, feeling oil dribble down her chin. It hurts, it hurts, and one of her eyes is replaced with a large warning symbol, but there's nothing she can do about it now. "Gloating is for losers. Unless it's me, of course."

Nier grits her teeth and leans in. Her voice is a violent whisper, and Uzi winces at her warm breath against her visor. "Why can't you just admit it? That you did something wrong, and this is what you deserve? You hurt someone important to me, and... I won't let you do it again. I'm going to make you disappear."

Uzi just rolls her eyes and dismisses the warnings in her HUD. Oil leaking, severe internal damage, please find a licensed JCJensen technician, she gets it. "How do you think Mika's gonna feel when she learns about this?"

For a moment, fear races across Nier's face, but it's soon replaced with a mixture of anger and disgust. "She doesn't need to know... When you're gone, it won't be an issue, and we'll both be happy."

Uzi laughs, which trails off into a dribbling cough. "Robo-god, she was really right about you, you have some intense inner darkness. It'd be metal if you weren't such a dumbass."

Rearing back, she spits, sending a glob of oil right onto Nier's cheek. The girl winces as it dribbles down her face and drips onto her blouse, and frowns as she brushes it away with her fingers. "Death... I'm tired of this," she says.

"People come back here, you know that! And I'm gonna tell her myself!" shouts Uzi, struggling in Death's grip. "I'm her roommate you goddamn i-"

She doesn't hear the whoosh this time. She doesn't hear anything. As Death's scythe severs Uzi's neck, her whole body goes limp. The head bounces off the nearby alley wall, and rolls to a stop near a stack of old newspapers. Her mouth is still curled in a snarl of final defiance, but her violet-yellow eyes are gone, replaced with a crimson display: FATAL ERROR.

Death drops the body with an unceremonious thump, and drifts to Nier's side. "It is done, my love..." she says. "Shall we go and tell Mika the good news?"

"Not yet..." says Nier, her eyes still fixed on the small machine's body. "Remember how her feet healed after you cut them off? I want to make sure her head doesn't do something similar..."

"As you wish... I shall remain here, in case I am needed..."

Nier gives the primal a small smile. "Thank you, Death... Thank you for everything."

A minute passes. Then five, then ten. While at first, the snow had melted as soon as it came into contact with the drone's body, it begins to pile up as her temperature lowers. At fifteen minutes, Nier finally relaxes. "I think we'll be alright now... Let's go, Death. Mika is waiting for us."

With the nod, Death dissipates into a black mist, and Nier turns to leave. The body- if you can even call it that, is simply left behind.

Within her chest cavity, Uzi breathes a simulated sigh of relief as the sound of footsteps fades. She never thought she'd be happy to have her consciousness transferred to a gross techno-organic core organ, but it means she won't have to waste time waiting for a respawn. Instead, she just pops the seal on her torso chassis and crawls out, brushing snow off her abandoned corpse.

"Man, I treated her body way nicer than she did mine... In the end, anyways," she grumbles. Skittering around on three spindly limbs, she drags her decapitated head over to her neck stump, hoping the repair function will elect to mend rather than replace altogether. Even if it's purely out of spite, she wants to get back home as soon as she can.

Uzi hops back into her chest and closes the panels. Nestling back into the core housing, she takes a few moments to reconnect all the gross fleshy bits that tether her vital components, and... waits. It's all she can do for now.

After a few minutes, she gets a small notification in the corner of her eye. A small readout that states: >///Run: fnctn ABSLTSLVR; repairmode.exe.

"Oh good," hums Uzi. "Hopefully I can get home with enough time to frickin' kill Mika's crush."

[calamityjesss]

A Ramble of Thoughts About the UK Tour of Dear Evan Hansen

-I wasn't expecting to see Alice Fearn as Heidi I know of her as an Elphaba in all those riff compilations so I knew SHE'D blow my ears off and Richard Hurst as Larry Murphy, he was Scar when I worked as a dresser on Lion King so I knew of him. Made me chuckle a little internally to hear his Scar voice in his singing but his acting was very good he's great at the stone cold serious character

-Ryan Kopel as Evan.... hearT- SHAttering- He's like a fragile piece of glass getting one more crack at every point of the story, fracturing more and more- you see, I fell into the Dear Evan Hansen controversy crowd at one point until I realised how stupid it was. To just call Evan a villian misses the whole point. BUT you need an actor who can take the character of Evan and show us a broken person, making broken choices, masking as much as he can but drowning in the mistakes he's made. It's compelling, it's moving, it's living in the grey. We can't have every show be about perfect people making good decisions that would be boring and not reflective of real life. I've never done anything as grand a scale as the lie Evan told but when you are deep in mental illness- you do lie to hide yourself. You cover up what's wrong and the lie grows and grows and feels overwhelming. Feeling that throughout Words Fail and So Big/ So Small, remembering the journey I've been on to come from the darkness "into the sun" is what made me cry and I'm not usually able to get real tears out at musicals/ films/ media so this was a real moment for me. And it was done by the incredible work done by the actors on that stage.

-This was the first non replica production of DEH and I didn't know how much different it would be. I have seen a slime tutorial of the original Broadway cast so I had a vague idea of the production. Very blue and sparce in set, the screens were already a feature showing the internet posts but DEH was first on Broadway in 2016 so with almost a decade between then and now and how social media has evolved a redo of the technological aspect felt necessary. I don’t like the literal videos showing on the screens during YWBF, I understand the intent but I don't want to see literal tiktok videos taking me out of the moment, I don't know maybe just a preference of mine. But every other use of screens and lighting was very effective. When I first saw the window panels in WTAW it was a really gorgeous effect. Seeing the ensamble members through the frosted glass, its like seeing everything through a hazy filter because Evan doesn't really know the people around him and they don't know him. Maybe because they haven't made an effort or he hasn't felt able to reach out. I liked how they were used throughout the show, opening up at the climax of For Forever. Reminded me of the end of Next to Normal on the West End. Pro tip if you want me to get goosebumps all over me shine bright lights in my eyes at the climax of a powerful song with bright airy belting in. My. Ears. The extra ensamble members were only used at a few different points throughout the show and it may seem a bit extraneous to hire six extra actors for about four songs but the moments they were there their presence and added vocals made those moments really strong. I definitely prefer seeing those actors saying the lines in YWBF (the voices saying how much Connors speech meant to them) actually on stage instead of recorded voices like you hear in the cast album. I want to see that it's actual people the story was effecting, when it's those voice that sound very... overly trying to be inspirational? It seems like the whole Connor project is all a fake facade. And there's definitely some messaging of how tragedies can be used on social media for clout and people attatch themselves to a meaning or cause superficially. But we do want to believe in that song that the message of Evan did reach people and in one fleeting moment was connecting with people, so it's better with those young actors saying the lines.

-Sincerely Me was VERY silly, I never realised before how the song sounds like something that might be on a kids tv show, or even was quite Disney- ish? That's how it felt with the new choreography and the Connor's over enthusiastic voice in the singing of the chorus. It was very fun and gives the audience a short break from all the tension throughout the show. Humour was used really well to break up tension in moments where it could be. Not to laugh out loud make this a comedy but kind of like how a self depreciating stand up comic makes you laugh because we've all been in awkward situations so too does Evan's extreme awkwardness make us laugh and also be able to relate ourselves with him as we follow his story. The Jared Kleinman was also the Best- I love Will Roland's Jared but this guy, Tom Dickerson just nailed the characterisation. And also the American accent, in a couple of other actors you could kind of hear them drop out a tiny bit sometimes but he was very consistent. Alana was also a great character, you have to be really good to give your character a good arc when you only have a few scenes spread out.

-My two favourite moments were the climax of Waving through a Window, and the entire Words Fail following into So Big/ So Small sequence. I'm sure that has made a lasting impression on me and that's what I love about theatre. It's not a movie you can rewind it's live, and the moments you remember, that stick in your mind might be all you have of the experience but they all affect and change you in different ways. I'm glad I finally saw this show live and at this point in my life.

[barbatos-sama]

i've been trying to think on the positives so i've started a list of things that i will not miss once my mom is gone:

* the clutter: obviously the biggest one. no more stuff she brought home even knowing she had no purpose or space for it. no more stupid birdcage in the basement that's been sitting there for 15 years unused. no more pile of junk in the dining room that i have to sift through to get to the bottled water. all the stuff piled on top of our fridge and cabinets are gone, we can actually close our medicine cabinets again, there won't be shit tons of her laundry stacked in the basement.

* no more fridge/freezer that's full to bursting: she'll buy food that's on sale in bulk despite us simply not being able to eat it all. you might remember the time she bought 20 sticks of butter at once. that one pissed me off especially because i was thinking about how many ppl less fortunate than us could have used that sale and how she decided to be selfish and buy more butter than we could possibly use all for herself. it made it so shit could never fit in our freezers or fridge because there was stuff just piled in there getting freezer burnt, and then she'd blame us, especially me, for "not eating it" even when we didn't ask for it / we simply can't eat the 20 macaroni meals you bought in time for you to buy 20 more.

* no more eating my freaking pies. this is a small one but it's always made me butthurt, whenever she gets a cheesecake or pie "for me", i get like one piece and then i wake up the next day and she's eaten it all. she's always like "well you didn't eat it" and im like i Was eating it i just can't eat an entire fucking pie in one day, normal people finish a cake/pie over the course of a couple days they don't eat an entire fucking pie in one sitting. you're just eating my pies mom! (that isn't to say one is a bad person if they Can eat a pie in one sitting but these are supposed to be Shared pies. just drop the pretense that the pie is "for me" if ur just gonna eat it all mom 😭)

* no more becoming enraged if i lock my door.

* no more of her loud music. she'll have her phone blaring music at the maximum volume and act so fucking offended if i ask her to please turn it down. it's fucking loud i can hear it across the house and it sounds like SHIT through the phone speakers anyway why do you wanna hear it like that. acting like a teenager smh

* no more judging me for being awake at night while she is also awake at night

* no more seeing her pull down her pants before she's actually made it to the bathroom + no more of her not locking the bathroom door

* the bathroom thing actually makes me so mad, she won't lock the door and acts like you're the one at fault for assuming it's unoccupied since it's Not Locked. also she doesn't even make any effort for you Not to see her on the toilet as well like she just lets you come in and see her without trying to stop it, as if she wants you to see her pissing or something, it's weird. if you complain about it she's like "i shouldn't have to lock the door in my own house" and i'm like that's something you say if you live Alone not with two (sometimes three) other people. lock the door asshole

* no more of her blaring loud ass alarm in the morning. she has it once again at max volume and the thing that is most annoying about it is that her phone isn't even next to her while she's sleeping most times, it's across the house in the kitchen charging, aka right next to my and my dads room. why she can't charge it in the living room? no idea. but i have to hear that shit every single morning and now i won't anymore.

* no more slurping her fucking soup so loud you can hear it in the next room 😭😭

* no more of her dog snarling and barking at me in my own home

will add on more if i think of any

[mr-tony-stark]

"Such a refined pallet you have," Tony teases. "A man of the world."

He shoves the food in his mouth because it's do that or talk and end up spilling it all over his white shirt. He chews it deliberately slowly because that gives him time to put his thoughts into some order and not just the jumbled mess they are right now. He grabs and napkin and wipes his hands just so that he can then run his hands through his hair. He tugs on the ends of it and groans. "Not enough. She's a music producer in London. That's all I know. She wasn't particularly young when she had me, but she was apparently trying to get a singing career going. So I guess I must have gotten in the way of that? Or - or she just didn't want me. I don't know why she wouldn't have just had an abortion. From what I can see she isn't religious or anything. So what does that mean? That she thought maybe she'd be a mom and then met me and I was that unlovable?"

He knows he catastrophizing. He knows that what he said is completely ridiculous and doesn't even make any sense. There were plenty of reasons people didn't get abortions that had nothing to do with religion. And he was a baby then. How unlovable could any baby be? But it's what he's been thinking and he knows Clint will get it. He knows that Clint knows how it feels to be unloved by a parent that was supposed to love him. He knows that Clint knows what it's like to be bounced between families. So while he feels so stupid saying these things at least when Clint hears them, he'll be able to tell him he's stupid in a way that maybe also tells him he understands.

That is assuming these little digs Clint's been making are all for show and he doesn't actually want to hurt Tony. Because right now, after all that, Clint could really fucking hurt Tony if he wanted to.

He sighs and looks up at him. "It was super hard to find too. Like the layers of secrets on secrets. Howard did everything he could to cover up this adoption. Did he do that for him? Or did he do that for her?"

Tony's already started to see through the mask and Clint knows his hold is slipping. Stark's always been someone who the illusion was harder to put up for. He's smart, got a superiority complex but he's not like a Reed Richards smart where they only see Clint for the idiot he was. Tony's already called him on it before.

A lot of people believe that Clint's an idiot and ruining his life, but the truth was that he was smart and ruining his life. He's pretty sure Tony's one of the few people he could count that would believe the latter than the former. That's dangerous.

He's ashamed, guilty, that he couldn't fucking call his friends. That he had no idea what to say to him. Again, what's he say if he called on a Sunday and he was said, or Wednesday and he was pissed off?

He did regret sleeping with Tony but not because it was bad, the idea of sleeping with him was appealing. It's been awhile since he's fallen into a sex binge, sleeping with anyone who offers up the opportunity. It's cruel of him but he could get over it. The problem was that he did care about Tony. There was plenty to risk if he did. Friendship.

He wants to get Tony out of the room because he doesn't want him to be collateral for whatever has been brewing inside him, itching to get out.

❝ I know food. This is food. ❞ He had had this food before but he had no idea what any of it was. Clint's as clueless to the specifics of food. If he couldn't cook it, or hasn't ordered it before than the name of it was lost on him. Sometimes the pictures on menus were helpful too.

I'm here to see you.

Fucking dammit! It takes all of Clint's willpower to not bitter retort something. He wouldn't really mean it. It's just the hearing aids, the coffee and food, the refusal to let Clint drive him out, and making good on his threat? It's caring, and he's not been the best with that.

❝ I always knew you had balls of steel. ❞ He half jokes, but there's truth to that. Tony's the one who he worries about when they were on opposite sides, when Tony made a threat. He knows to expect that the man would keep to it. He had hoped that it hadn't been a real one. That it had been an actual joke if he hadn't called, that Tony would forget but here he was. ❝ Thanks. They are working. ❞ He mumbles, because they did mean a lot. So much he could have cried, Clint wasn't going to cry in front of him.

Clint may be anxious himself, not doing as well even if today was a better one. However, that didn't make him blind. He's deaf, not blind, and he clocked that there was something else on Tony's mind. He doesn't stop chewing what he is eating, but there is definitely a delay as he takes in the sentence.

❝ Yeah, and you're worried. Scratch that, you're glad for the iron underwear, easy to wash out. Just takes a water hose. ❞ Clint knows it's not entirely the right time to make a joke, but he gets why Tony told him. The man's scared, now he has to make a decision and live with that.

❝ You don't know what you are going to do about it. So what do we know about her? Other than she's got your genes. ❞

[underscorewriting]

chicken and bees.

Bradley „Rooster“ Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: none, fluff

817 Words

Leaning against the piano she couldn't help but admire the man playing. His fingers playing the right notes almost as if they knew exactly what to do without him telling them. His grin lightening up the room as he took a few pauses before he continued to sing. The song felt like a comfort, like a warm blanket on a cold and snowy day or the lovely touch of a lover after a nightmare.

That was who he was, her lover. Her comfort place and seeing him in his space, fully blooming as he sung a song so dear to him, made her heart swell with pride. Pride because of the man he had become. Pride because of the things he achieved and worked for. But also love, so much love for him made her heart feel like it would explode any second looking at him, his stupid toothy grin making her want to smile, his sunglasses tipped down far enough so that he could wink at her occasionally, making her heart flutter just the right way.

This was it. This was what she had always dreamed of ever since she was a little girl. A person that would not be boring, that would show and teach her so many things but would also learn from her. A certain someone that would only see her and made her only see him. Now in this room, she wouldn't dream of looking at someone else. Not Hangman, nor Bob, nor any other person. Seeing his joy, his carefreeness, made her heart beat so much faster than it should.

His so beautiful brown eyes holding eye contact as he finished the song, meaning every word he sang, a knowing smirk on his face because he knew she understood. She understood that this was his way of telling her everything she meant to him, of every worry he had. He wouldn't break into a musical, nothing like that honestly, but he taught her to really listen to it. Some day everyone would understand what he meant, some day he would be able to teach their children as well.

Flustering at the thought she looked down only for a second, before picking up her courage and walking to stand behind him as he sat and continued to play random keys. Her arms wrapping around him, sliding down his chest a tiny bit before she leaned her face into the crock of his neck, planting a soft kiss there. A soft chuckle coming from the man in front of her, before he kissed her arm gently, leaving her skin to tingle.

Leaning down to his ear she bit her lip to hide her grin as she whispered quietly.

„Take me to bed or lose me forever."

His fingers stopped playing, a knowing smirk on his face as he turned around taking her hand, kissing her knuckles before giving her a quick nod.

„Show me the way home, honey."

Turning around she walked in front of him through the people crowd, lifting their hands over her head as she started running with him outside. Rain hitting their skin letting the heat from the bar disappear, now leaving both of them dripping. Kissing him deeply he picked her up and spun her, keeping his hands safely on her hips making sure the moment he'd put her down she'd be steady enough not to fall over her own feet.

„I love you, Bradley."

„I love you, Y/N."

„Promise to the sky?"

„Promise to the sky I fly."

A grin breaking on both of their faces as they walked to their car. Giving each other the time and silence they needed to calm their thoughts.

„Hey that rhymed!" Her overexcited voice broke the silence, causing him to double over in laughter pulling her into his chest. „God don't ever change, please." A blush on her cheeks as she looked up to him, her chin resting against his chest. „Didn't plan on it, Rooster." A smirk on his face as he rolled his eyes. „Whatever you say, bee."

After a short silence and them both giving each other a slight disgusted look, they shook their heads laughing again. „Nope that's not a good callsign." Her voice filled with overwhelmed joy as she continued walking, hearing him jog to keep up with her. „Come on give me a break." A pout on his face as she turned to him scrunching up her nose looking at him in fake disgust.

„Bee."

„I thought because of 'honey' it would fit."

„No. Nope. Not happening."

„Aw come on, it's not that bad."

„I should call you chicken for that."

„Ouch, one way to hurt a mans feelings bee."

„Mhm, whatever you say... Chicken."

Their laughter filled the so lonely silence, making it feel like something so oddly warm and comforting as they left, taking a little of their shine with them.

Hope you enjoyed it!! ^^

[sea-moon-star]

THE PERILLA LEAVES SCANDAL || JJK

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff

WC: 1k

Summary: Inspired by the Perilla Leaves Debate in the MBTI lab episode of BTS, wherein Jungkook is firmly ANTI perilla leaves as he believes it'll lead to his S.O. hearing bells, falling in love & end up marrying his friend. 🌊🌙⭐️

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Y/N's POV

I was out for a meal with my school friends and I'd invited my boyfriend over as well. My friends had been wanting to meet him and I couldn't wait to introduce him to them. I thought back to my high school days and smiled fondly seeing how far I'd come since then. Back then, I was overthinking about everything. I thought things would never get better- that I'd never figure out what path I wanted to take in my career, I'd never be able to stay in touch with my friends once I got to university, I'd never find the right guy to date. And here I was, all of those worries turned to dust, a decade later. But even as I was happy about the other outcomes, finding Jungkook was the most unexpected and best thing that had happened to me.

My friends always called me stupid for believing in true love. They thought my standards were way too high and that I thought of a far too romantized idea of love. Whenever I gushed over some movie where music started playing at the couple's meet cute or when I fawned over a book where the hero confessed his love for the heroine with a grand gesture, they rolled their eyes at me. And then he entered my life with his doe eyes, earnest gaze and a strong determined and innocent kind of love that proved me right on all accounts.

Even now, months into our relationship, my stomach still fluttered with butterflies everytime we made eye contact. And even before the bell on the restaurant door started ringing, signalling his entry, I could swear without looking that it was him coming in. It was like there was an invisible string tying me to him and I planned to hold onto as tightly as possible.

Jungkook's POV

I believed in the red string of fate, one that bound lovers together. My parents had a love marriage against all odds and I'd grown up seeing what a healthy and happy married life looked like. I'd wanted to same as I'd grown up but as I grew older, I felt that slipping away. The opposite person never felt quite right, it was good but never as magical as my parents love seemed to be. I kept meeting and dating multiple people, hoping I'd find that spark that I was searching for but in vain. That was until I met, Y/N as we both got stuck in the elevator at work as it stopped working between two stories on that ill-fated or rather fateful day.

And yet for all my talks of nothing being a coincidence and us being fated to be together... I couldn't fathom what was happening as I stepped into the restaurant. I expected her to turn around, enthusiastic to see me and greet me. But she had her back to the door was passing perilla leaves to the boy in front of her- her friend from school who she'd known a whole decade longer than me. I saw her hand brush against his, the smile on his face as he thanked her for the gesture and the way the air in the room seemed to turn still and freeze as I realised what was happening.

It was like sirens going off in my head, even as a rational part of my brain tried to explain to me that she was just a kind person who was probably helping him, that I trusted her with my life and more, that this was nothing and that I shouldn't care. Yet, there was another side of my brain that leaped ahead with its conclusions and brought up the stuff of nightmares- taking me through their hypothetical but seemingly real date, first kiss and wedding, all in the span of next 5 minutes.

And it was only when she called out my name, that I snapped back to focus and to reality. To my surprise, she was now right in front of me, her hands clasped around mine and her eyes boring into mine with confusion and concern. "Are you okay? You look so pale, it's like you've seen a ghost." She asked me gently and I can feel her love emanating from her body. I feel it in the way her warm flesh is on mine, in the way her thumb is tracing circles on my palm to calm me down, in the way her eyes are staring into my soul so honest and wide that they couldn't hide a thing, in the way her entire body is angling towards me with her standing on her toes just to be closer to my height, in the way her voice is low enough only for my ears to hear. She was here in front of me, she was present for me and in a second, all my doubts went poof.

I knew it in my heart, that she couldn't do any wrong and that she'd never leave my side. No matter how many idiots with perilla leaves tried to get in the way. That was just an irrational fear but this... We were as real as it gets. And as jealous as her being around him made me feel, I'd surpass that just so that she could be happy and she could do what she wanted.

I leaned forward to kiss her, my lips meeting hers briefly just enough to leave a lingering taste of her strawberry lip tint on my palate and my breath on her lips. I didn't do it because I wanted to remind her of our love nor because I wanted to prove something to the others in the room but just because I was grateful to have her in my life. Simple as that. "I love you, jagi." I said to her as I placed my hand around her waist and we crossed over to the table.

Even as she ended up sitting next to him, continuing to help him which I later realized was because he had injured his hand and was unable to use the chopsticks deftly. And I shook my head, glad that I'd averted a perilla leaves scandal by acting calmly and keeping my wits about me.

On a different day, I might've held her by the wrist and dragged her out of the restaurant or I might've punched the guy in the face but today, I was choosing to be better. She made me a better man and I would live upto those standards because that's what she deserved- the absolute best.

THE END. 🌊🌙⭐️

[crimewrought]

do you ever hear yourself? @perdefinitio.

it's a smart response to her words—i can't hear myself in this fucking music, sev—and it's an equally unappreciated one; so much so that severin earns himself a disgruntled look over the shoulder as they ascend the beer sodden stairwell. there's some alternate version of tonight, maria thinks, somewhere in all the stupid cosmos and all its stupid infinities; one with no afternoon beers at the pub, no giddy decision to move from pubs to bars, no drunken decision to fuck the bars off and head to the clubs. then again, if there are a plethora of infinities out there to rifle through, then there are a thousand different realities able to fix her life's miserable trajectory; ones she'd choose well over rewriting tonight. maria realises, in her quickly sobering state, that's about as close as she'll come to admitting she wouldn't change much at all about an evening of them together—tomorrow's hangover be damned.

ㅤ" unlucky for me, i hear myself most of the time. and i hear you when you're yapping in my ear. that's even worse. " hardly her sharpest comeback; her wit has been blunted by both the wine and her tiredness. once they're at the top of the stairwell and out into the cold, she lodges her arm in the crook of his, leading them away from the thumping bass and the throes of drunkards. " if we've missed the last tube because you yelled at that guy, you're paying for the uber home. "