#sorry for posting a lot today i had forgotten yesterday

[hkpika07]

Whistle Wednesday/today's doodles I forgot to post yesterday. A lot of Dad Gordon content and a few snippets from our au's version of The Great Race.

[kiarastromboli]

Teach me 6 (Chris Sturniolo x y/n)

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Warning: Smut content, don’t like it = don’t read it :) dom!reader & sub!chris (soft)

Summary: After spending the night with Chris, y/n finds herself in a dilemma when she wakes up to realize that neither of them woke up on time, and she finds herself in an even more awkward situation when her mother starts knocking on the door to talk to her.

Note: Okay, it's been a while since I've been away. I've written quite a bit in the meantime, and I might potentially post a lot of stuff. I'm not sure yet if I'm really back, but feel free to leave requests if you feel like it. I'll write them with pleasure.

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When I woke up this morning, it felt like I had just emerged from a dream. I was at peace, and for once, I had slept really well.

As I opened my eyes, I discovered Chris's arms around me. I panicked for a moment before remembering what had happened the night before.

So that's why I had slept so well...

Grabbing my phone from beside me, I panicked again, but this time upon seeing the time. It was 10 in the morning. My dad was probably already at work, but my mom was definitely at home. Thankfully, I had locked the door last night; otherwise, she would have walked in and seen Chris in my bed, which would have been a disaster.

The problem now was getting Chris out of my house, especially knowing that my mom was awake this time. It's not like when Chris sneaks into my room at night while my mom is asleep. She's awake now, and believe me, this woman has ears everywhere. If Chris makes even the slightest noise while leaving through my window, it's over for us.

I sat up, not really sure what to do. Chris was deeply asleep, and I didn't want to disturb him, but I didn't really have a choice. If I don't leave my room before noon, my mom will really start to worry. She knows I'm not the type to wake up so late usually.

"Chris!!!" I whispered, shaking him to try to wake him up.

"Mmmh," he simply responded, still half asleep.

"Chris, wake up, you need to leave!" I whispered a little louder, feeling panicked.

"Mmmh, just 2 more minutes," he said without opening his eyes, and I groaned at his response.

"It's 10 am, Chris, you need to leave before my mom—" Before I could finish my sentence, I was interrupted by my mother knocking on the door and trying to open it.

"Y/n? Are you awake? Who are you talking to? Open up, I need to tell you something," she said from behind the door.

I froze in place, and Chris opened his eyes, looking at me. He was about to say something, but I quickly covered his mouth with my hand.

"Just give me a moment, Mom, I just woke up!" I shouted, pointing to my wardrobe for Chris to hide in.

Chris looked at me, frightened, shaking his head. I shot him a threatening look, pointing to the wardrobe again.

He sighed before getting up to hide in my wardrobe. Meanwhile, I approached the door and waited for him to be well hidden before opening the door for my mother.

"Who were you talking to?" she asked, scanning my room.

"Julia!" I said, clearing my throat and running my hand through my hair. "Um, she asked me to come see her today," I added, trying to seem less suspicious.

My mother looked at me strangely before rolling her eyes. "Listen, y/n, I think we need to have a discussion, you and I," she said.

"Um, about what?" I said, not really sure what she was referring to.

"About yesterday," she replied, and I realized at that moment that I had completely forgotten about that incident in the panic.

"Oh... um, yeah, I don't know, can we talk about it later?" I said, more calmly this time.

"I'm sorry for making you feel that way, y/n, that wasn't my intention," she admitted, and I widened my eyes in surprise at what she had just said.

"Your father and I have always put pressure on you, that's true, and we clearly haven't been the best with you," she added.

"But you're wrong about one thing; you said that I hated the person you truly were, and that's not true, my angel. I don't hate you, far from it, and it breaks my heart that you think that way," she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I think I just wanted to protect you from everything I couldn't protect myself from, and I was wrong. I realize now, seeing what it did to you," she continued, sitting down on my bed.

"You know, your father and I had you very young, too young even, and it was difficult for us. We just wanted to give you a better life, but I think we were scared seeing you grow up and make the same mistakes we did in some places," she said, and I also felt tears welling up.

"And I realize how dumb it was, y/n, you're not the baby you were anymore, and it breaks my heart to see you grow up, but I think we need to stop overprotecting you, your father and I, because what you need most right now is freedom," she said, hugging me.

"We love you more than anything, know that. Your father may be tougher than me in some aspects, but I'll make him understand that all of this needs to stop. You're becoming a real woman, and we can't interfere with your choices anymore like when you were just a little girl," she added, and I left her arms, looking at her with a smile.

"Thank you, Mom," I said, wiping away my tears.

"And I don't want you to hide anything from me. I want to be there for you, I want to make amends and show you that I'm sorry," she added, taking my hands.

"Okay, no more secrets then," I said, chuckling through my tears.

"No more secrets," she said, smiling.

"And I'm sorry about your boyfriend at the time, Christian, right?" she asked.

"Christopher," I corrected her, laughing.

"Yes, that's it. I'm sorry, but you know your father and what he thinks of boyfriends. However, if you happen to cross paths with a new man, you can tell me. I won't tell your father; it'll be our little secret," she said playfully, pinching my cheek, and I chuckled.

"Actually, there's no new man. It's still Chris," I confessed, smiling.

"So, you really loved him?" she asked, caressing my cheek, and I nodded.

"I'm sorry if what we did ruined your relationship, honey," she said sincerely.

"Well, actually... okay, we said no more secrets, right?" I asked.

She nodded, looking a bit confused.

"Promise me you won't get mad?" I asked, looking her in the eyes.

"Um, okay, but where are you going with this?" she said, puzzled.

I bit my lip for a moment to suppress a laugh.

"He's in the wardrobe," I said, glancing at the wardrobe.

"You've got to be kidding me," she said, rolling her eyes, and I laughed, nodding.

"Y/n!" she exclaimed, rushing to the wardrobe to open it and coming face to face with Chris.

"Hey, you said you wouldn't get mad!" I pointed out, walking towards them, and burst into laughter at Chris's red face.

"Um, h-hello, ma'am," he stammered, clearing his throat.

My mom turned to me, trying to keep a serious face, but she couldn't help but laugh herself.

"You can come out, I won't bite," she said to Chris, who hadn't moved an inch.

He stepped out of the wardrobe, and my mom headed towards the door of my room before turning back to us.

"I'll make breakfast, Chris. I suggest you put on a shirt and join us for a meal this morning if you want to make a better impression than that!" she said before leaving the room.

I turned to Chris and burst into laughter again.

"Why did you do that, y/n, you're completely crazy!" he said, approaching me before grabbing me around the waist and lifting me up, laughing.

When he set me down, we looked each other in the eyes, our laughter slowly fading.

"You should've seen the look on your face," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and chuckling.

"Shut up, you traitor," he said before kissing me.

Instinctively, I took a step back when it happened.

"Sorry," he immediately apologized.

"Um, we should go downstairs, I'm starving," I said, laughing nervously.

"Yeah, you go ahead, I'll join you in a moment," he said, looking a bit embarrassed.

I nodded, biting my lip, before leaving my room.

What does that mean?

I mean, things seem to be getting better; Mom knows, she won't tell Dad.

And Chris and I, we've found each other again; everything is supposed to be better now that we're friends.

But why is it so hard to just be friends with him?

I felt bad for stepping back when he kissed me, but even though things are getting better, the problem remains the same.

At the end of the vacation, I go back to the other side of the country to resume my studies.

And the thing is, I can't just drop everything for a guy; it would be so irresponsible, and, truth be told, I quite like my life over there.

But if I'm there, it'll be without him, and being without him hurts.

And it's even more frustrating now that I know he and I have a chance again.

So what do I do? Stay in Boston with Chris and live the story we've always dreamed of having? Or go back to the other side of the country, continue the studies that I'm so passionate about, and reclaim my life away from all my problems?

Oh my God, I'm probably going to have to make the hardest choice of my life, and I only have a few weeks left to decide. How am I going to do it??

"Pancakes?" my mom asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Um, yeah, thanks," I replied, grabbing a pancake and putting it on my plate.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, noticing how lost I looked.

I was about to answer when Chris joined us at the table.

"It smells really good, Mrs. y/l/n," he said, all smiles.

"And you haven't even tasted it yet!" she chuckled.

The rest of the meal, I was there without being there.

I watched Chris and my mom getting to know each other, and it seemed to be going well, but I couldn't stop thinking about what I was going to have to do.

On one hand, I could stay with the man I love, and who knows, maybe we'll spend our lives together; maybe he's the one, at least that's what I hope.

On the other hand, I continue my studies, and with the grades I have, there's a good chance I could push my degrees further and eventually have the job of my dreams.

The thing is, I can't have both at the same time, and I feel like by choosing just one of the two, I'll be sad to miss out on the opportunity that the other one represents.

This moment should have been enjoyable; I should have been enjoying it with my mom and the boy I love, and instead, I'm questioning my whole life.

"Well, it looks like everyone's finished eating," my mom said, once again pulling me out of my thoughts.

"That was really delicious, Mrs. y/l/n," Chris said, smiling.

"Oh, you know at this point you can call me by my name since i'm your mother-in-law ," she said, laughing.

Chris turned to look at me.

"Oh um," I said hesitantly, looking at Chris and then at my mom.

"We're not—" I started timidly.

"We're just friends for now," Chris continued, seeing that I was struggling, and I smiled at him timidly.

"Oh, sorry, I thought—anyway, I don't know what you two have planned for today, but your dad will be back soon, y/n, so I suggest you don't linger around too long," she said, smiling.

"Yeah, I'll head back before my parents wonder where I've been," Chris said, smiling back.

"I'll walk you out if you want; I could use a little walk," I said to him.

He smiled at me before getting up, and we went upstairs to shower separately.

Once out of the shower and dressed, I went back to my room to join Chris and put on my shoes.

"Are you okay, y/n?" Chris asked, watching me sit on the edge of the bed to put on my shoes.

I looked up at him without saying anything for a moment; I didn't know if I should tell him or not.

"Um yeah, yeah, I'm fine, why?" I said, trying to play it cool so he wouldn't worry.

"I don't know, you seem a bit distant since I kissed you earlier," he replied simply.

I looked at him, mouth slightly open, trying to find something to say, but nothing came out.

"I'm sorry for kissing you earlier, it really didn't mean anything. I know we're supposed to be friends now, but I didn't think and I promise it won't happen again," he added, seeing that I wasn't responding.

"No worries, it was just a meaningless kiss; I was just thrown off by the conversation I had with mom earlier, that's all," I lied, smiling.

"Are you sure?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I said with a weak smile.

"Anyway, I've put on my shoes; we can go now!" I said, getting up, and he followed.

The road to his house was quite silent, to be honest; neither of us really dared to speak. I think we simply didn't know what to think about this whole situation.

Once we arrived at his place, we stopped, and he turned to me.

"Listen, y/n, I lied; it wasn't just a kiss that meant nothing. It was more than I could handle; I really want to be with you, and I don't want to rush you, far from it, believe me, but look, I feel like things are getting better, and I want us to try. I need—" he began to ramble before I cut him off and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to kiss him.

For me too, it was more than I could handle.

And screw it, maybe for once I can put my problems off until tomorrow and just enjoy the present moment.

I have absolutely no idea what to choose for my future, but what I do know is that right now, I'm dying to be with him.

I didn't want to hold back anymore; this was probably one of the last times I had the chance to do this, so I might as well go all in.

Chris took a step back, completely lost, as he looked at me.

And without saying a word, he reconnected our lips in an even more passionate kiss.

"Friends, huh?" he said with a smirk, pulling away from our lips for a few seconds.

"Shut up," I told him, crashing my lips back onto his, hungry for more.

My hands were tangled in his hair, and his were pressed against my hips.

Our bodies were pressed against each other, and our kiss only deepened, becoming even hotter.

"We should go in," he said, separating our lips and licking his own.

"Mhm," I said, nodding my head, too hungry to respond to him.

We entered the house, lucky that his parents weren't there, but his brothers were.

We briefly passed Nick in the kitchen.

"Oh, hi y/n, I didn't expect to see you here. What are you doing?" he asked, smiling.

Before I had the chance to respond, Chris started talking, "She's here to help me with something I've been meaning to do for weeks. We don't have time to chat. Bye," he said quickly, grabbing my wrist and leading me to his room, leaving Nick looking confused.

I chuckled when he opened the door, and he grabbed me by the waist to kiss me again before closing the door behind us.

He led us straight to his bed; we didn't need to talk to understand each other. From the moment we kissed outside his house, we both knew where it was going to lead us.

But this time, I felt more confident. I wanted to take control, although I didn't really know where this sudden change was coming from.

I parted our lips to swiftly remove his t-shirt, and before he could say anything, I went for the zipper of his pants.

"What are you doing, y/n?" he said, smiling against my lips when I started to remove his pants.

"Shhh," I said, pushing him onto the bed once he was only in his boxers.

He looked up at me, initially confused, but then his gaze turned more sensual.

I couldn't help but smile, seeing him sitting there before me, looking at me with such a submissive gaze. It was something different, but I liked it.

He placed his hands on my hips, attempting to remove my pants before I stepped back, shaking my head.

"Keep your hands to yourself," I said with a smirk.

"Come on, y/n, don't play like that," he said, running his tongue over his teeth.

"Play like what?" I asked, removing my pants while keeping eye contact with him.

He didn't respond and simply looked at me, mouth agape.

"What's wrong, baby, cat got your tongue?" I teased, removing my top, leaving me only in a bra and panties in front of him.

"Babe don’t—" he said, trying to sit up, but before he could, I pressed down on his shoulders with my hands, pushing him back onto the mattress.

"Be a good boy and stay still for me," I whispered in his ear.

He looked at me with a surprised expression in his eyes, swallowing hard. He seemed stressed but still incredibly excited by what I was doing.

We had rarely had the opportunity to discuss it, but I knew that Chris had mostly been dominant in bed, whether with me or with other girls.

I knelt in front of him, running my hand along the elastic of his boxers to remove them, and he helped by lifting his hips.

I could feel his breathing quicken and the tension build as I began to place kisses along his lower abdomen and thighs without touching the place where he needed me most.

"Y/n, please," he pleaded weakly, unable to bear being teased any longer.

I smiled against his skin before lifting my eyes to look at him while taking him into my mouth.

I could feel his entire body shudder at the sensation of my tongue on him. He threw his head back, and I continued to suck him, applying pressure with my tongue.

The only sounds in the room at that moment were the sighs and moans of pleasure coming from Chris's mouth.

He tried to run his hand through my hair, but I grabbed it and pressed it against the mattress.

"Oh god—fuck, baby, I'm not gonna last long," he groaned, signaling for me to stop, but I continued.

I even picked up the pace, running my free hand over his chest.

His breathing quickened, and his muscles tensed. I could feel his cock twitching in my mouth.

"Mmph, y/n," he groaned one last time before releasing everything into my mouth.

I swallowed before lifting my head to look at him. He had a completely dazed expression, but I wanted more.

So, I straddled him and kissed him again, which seemed to catch him by surprise judging by the way he jumped slightly when I did so.

His hands gripped my waist as I started rolling my hips against his.

"Fuck—" he began to say before I cut him off by shushing him.

"You wouldn't want your brothers to hear how good I'm making you feel, hmm?" I whispered to him before redirecting my lips to his neck this time.

"I'll fuck you so hard if you keep playing like this with me princess," he said through gritted teeth before I sat up and pushed him back so he was lying beneath me.

"Odd, because you don't really seem to have the upper hand right now, sweetheart," I replied with a smirk before removing my bra.

He tried to raise his hands to touch my chest, but I grabbed them and pinned them above his head, chuckling, before trailing kisses across his face.

"You're going to make me cum again without even touching me if you keep this up, y/n," he said, sounding almost frustrated.

"Maybe if you act like a good boy, I'll touch you," I said, resuming my movements against his erection.

"Please, I need you so bad," he groaned, frustrated that I wasn't giving him more.

"Say you'll be a good boy," I ordered him before kissing his neck again.

"Please, I'll be a good boy, just fuck me," he pleaded as I quickened my movements.

"So impatient," I chuckled before shifting to remove my panties.

"Sit against the headboard," I commanded, and he obeyed without hesitation.

I then straddled him, placing my hands on his shoulders.

He placed his hands on my waist, but I removed them immediately, observing his confused expression. "You'll touch me when I give you permission. Put your hands behind your back," I said with a smirk.

"But—" he began before I cut him off, placing my finger on his lips.

"You said you'd behave like a good boy," I reminded him, whispering in his ear as I rolled my hips against his once more.

He simply moaned, throwing his head back before doing as I had asked and placing his hands behind his back.

"Good boy," I praised him with a smile before seizing his member and aligning it with my entrance.

I was already extremely wet from everything we had done before, so it wasn't very difficult for me to accommodate him.

Although it took me a while to adjust to his size once he was fully buried inside me.

I let out a small moan, dropping my head into the crook of his neck at the stretching sensation it gave me.

"Is it too much for you, baby?" he said mischievously to provoke me, with a smirk on his face.

I raised my head to look him in the eyes, biting my lip, and started riding him. "No, but if you keep this up, it'll soon be too much for you, baby" I threatened, gripping his chin between my fingers.

Something changed from that moment on. Chris let himself go a little more, and the more I bounced on him, the louder he got. We reached a point where even his neighbors could have heard.

"Chris, you really need to stop making so much noise; we're going to get caught, fuck," I said, almost unable to hold back my moans as I felt the knot slowly forming in my lower abdomen.

"I—god—I can't," he said, rolling his eyes before letting his head fall back.

"You look so good just like that, all for me my sweet boy," I confessed, placing one of my hands on my breast.

"I'm gonna cum," he said, lifting his gaze to meet mine.

"Hold it back for me baby," I told him, speeding up the movement.

"Fuck," he said, groaning and watching my breasts bounce in front of his eyes.

"You’re such a good boy look at you," I complimented him, running my hand over his cheek.

"Let me touch you, please, y/n," he begged, almost desperate at this point.

"Go ahead," I simply said, smiling, and the next moment his hands came to grasp my breasts, my waist, my hips.

"You're so perfect for me," he said this time, pushing me to the edge, and I could feel that he himself was struggling to hold back given how he gripped my hips and moaned.

His moans only grew louder at this point.

"Chris, I’m so close, but you really need to make less noise," I said, almost breathless.

Nothing was working anymore; he was completely lost in his own pleasure. His hips had started moving back and forth to meet mine.

I felt like I was losing my mind, and I think he felt that too. In a moment of lucidity, I grabbed the first thing I could find on the bed and shoved it into his mouth to muffle his moans.

It happened to be my panties, the missing piece for him to lose control and come inside me.

And I didn't miss a beat; within seconds, I reached my orgasm right above him.

"Holy shit," Chris exclaimed, pulling my panties out of his mouth.

I let my head fall against his shoulder, saying, "I can't feel my legs anymore," and he chuckled at my remark.

We stayed there for a moment, catching our breath, both of us covered in sweat as if we had just run a fucking marathon.

"If I could marry you right now, I would," he said, caressing the sides of my body, making me shiver.

"Let me at least take a shower first," I said, chuckling.

I was about to get up when he grabbed my hips to stop me. "Nope, stay here."

I looked at him with a small smile, and he kissed me.

And right at that moment, it hit me again.

I was probably going to have to leave the other side of the country in a few weeks...

"Are you okay?" he asked, seeing my expression suddenly change.

It took everything in me to keep my tears from falling, but I wasn't ready to talk to him about it. I was afraid he would only make my decision more complicated once I did.

"Yeah, everything's fine. What could go wrong? Look at us," I said, my eyes shimmering.

What could go wrong? Look at us. Two lost souls hoping that one day the stars will align so they can find each other again.

Maybe inevitably, our two hearts were meant to never find peace together.

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MULTIVERSAL MAY - Day 24 - FLOWERFELL FRISK (Late)

Broooo- I forgot to post the drawing of day 24 yesterday, I slept very late and forgot about it, so... Day 25 drawing would be posted in the usual hour

Day 24 drawing is FlowerFell Frisk snd I don't gonna lie, I was lazy again, but anyways little cute Frisk with flowers in his face I love this fella so much

And... Well, so much text alert because I gonna talk about my experience and thoughts about the AU like I usually do with this drawings

I at first had mixed feelings about this AU, back in the day when this AU was popular I hate the AU because I think the AU was only a Frans AU and I fucking hated Frans so i hated this AU for a long time

But one day a Video appeared on my YouTube about FlowerFell and at first I ignored that because I hated and I still hating so much Frans for being, well, a pedophile shipp, but It keep appearing and one day I decided to watch it because curiosity, and, MY BOY

Everything make sense, and I felt very sad and VERY upset about the AU's creator situation and all the drama the fandom made for this fucking shitty shipp, how the fandom "loved" the AU so much that imposed his own fantasy and harassment the AU's Creator and destroyed the message that the creator wanted to give in first place:

KINDNESS

Kindness was the last thing this creator have from this "fanbase" of Frans shippers, and I know the time pass, and we should forgive the bad people and keep going, and the owner of FlowerFell isn't in the community anymore and that is what upset me the most, I don't want to forgive and keep going because this people don't deserve that, if we just "forgive and keep going" they will just do this shit to other AUs creators, because they would feel like they can do this things without a consequence.

So this is why I told you this, because I don't think this would be like a thing that we should be forgotten and forgive, because this story would be repeated again if we don't know it and learn about it, and work in make this community a better place for everyone. And yeah I know that today the community isn't the half of toxic that it was back in the 2016-2018, but this is not a message to attack people, this is a call for reflection about the bad things that happen before and we need to prevent that happen again.

Anyways that was a lot of text, sorry if you find it annoying! Remember this situation when I was drawing and making this post makes me have a lot of things to say!

If you want to know more and better about FlowerFell drama you can see this video on YouTube that talks about it Link Here

FlowerFell don't belong to me

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urgh i’m sure you’re sick of hearing about it but i have no friends who watch obx and idk where else to channel my feelings 😭 I AM SO UPSET. I genuinely can’t believe they’ve done this, i was lulled into a false sense of security by the announcement for season 5 because i thought surely Rudy would hang on for one final season. I was so convinced rafe would die after his goodbye to sophia that i was distracted from the real danger (sidebar i hated that they build up that relationship just to end it in one sentence over a phone call, i really had hope after rafe telling her it was okay).

I wish they’d brought it to a close this season so badly and just given them a happy ending. The worst part is i was genuinely enjoying part 2 for the most part even with the crazy plot lines. I was hopeful we’d get some real resolution following JJs crash out with him facing up to his issues and talking it out, particularly with Kiara.

The lack of Jiara was genuinely so jarring and obvious i assumed it was intentional and would come to some sort of head wherein JJ would acknowledge how distant he had been and there would be some kind of emotional breakthrough/makeup for the couple but NO. like they really gave us nothing like the handshake when they parted ways had me screaming WHAT WAS THAT.

the death was so so badly done like obviously we would never be happy with JJs death but there were so many better ways around it, having him actively die protecting the pogues not just randomly being stabbed while standing around, having him actually get to say goodbye to them?! POPE NEVER GETTING TO SAY I LOVE YOU BACK?? and like why was he buried in the sand in fucking morocco that literally broke my heart like alone and to be forgotten and never visited in the fucking desert?? Im so angry i’ve been so excited for this season for the longest time and had so much hope based off part 1, i really felt like they’d been listening to the fans and giving us what we wanted in terms of season 1 vibes and i was so hyped to rewatch it all once i finished yesterday, but now the entire thing feels so tainted??

he suffered so much for absolutely nothing and no reason whatsoever. i feel i can’t even rewatch the parts of pt2 that i enjoyed again because they’re so tainted by the jarring energy between rudy and maddison now that i know it’s not part of the plot. it’s so glaringly obvious that none of this was planned, even if there’s some truth in them initially wanting JJ killed off there’s no way they would’ve followed through with it after seeing how much of a fan favourite he became. like they really gave bro an entire arc of suffering with no resolution other than him saving sarah then just killed him??

i feel so upset today idek what to do with myself, i can no longer enjoy any of my jj content without feeling so heartbroken. at least if they’d just had him leave or given him some form of resolution before his death the whole series wouldn’t feel so tainted… sorry for this insanely long ramble i just needed to offload this somewhere. thank god for people like you working harder than these god damn writers to produce actual good plots 😭💗

Never be sorry! We're all upset! I haven't seen any post or response defending the season, like I do really think everyone hated the ending and hated the way it went down. I've seen a lot about just wishing it had gone down different, not that he didn't die, but that it was for an actual reason. Which is a complaint I have about a lot of actual books. I'm not upset someone died, I'm just upset that it always feels pointless and makes the story feel like it should never have happened.

I was also lulled into the false sense of security with season five. I thought for sure it was because Rudy wanted to leave and they decided to give it a proper ending and not doing anything drastic with his character. Oh how I was wrong. My hope is that Rafe and Sofia are able to work through things in season five, and that they can get to a better place, because I do think they really love each other, and I do think they still do. But I guess we'll see if they force Kiara and Rafe together or not...

You can very much tell that there is a lot of tension between JJ and Kiara because there's a lot of tension between the actors. It was not hidden well at all, they barely interact with one another and if you haven't watched Season three or the first part of season four, you would never know they were supposed to be in love. If anything, it looked like they hated each other.

JJ's entire death scene and the scenes following were just piss poor. Everything about it was bad, and I think it's because everyone knew that this was going to be bad. Everyone knew this would end the show. They're literally watching and filming the end of this series and these stories and they couldn't do anything to make it better. I think it feels and looks so bad, because they felt the same way we do about it.

I'm upset too, it's been a trash week and it feels like the one thing we were looking forward to made it so much worse. It's ok to be upset, and it's ok to not want to see or read anything to do with the Pogues right now. Totally understandable. I felt the same way right after, like do I want to take a break from Audrey and JJ for a while? But I decided that JJ's still alive as long as we write him, as long as we love him, and I think we all deserve that.

[iam93percentstardust]

@imperialstark had these tags yesterday on a post and, well, gestures vaguely

you can also find this on ao3 here

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1. You are…

They’re young and seventeen and they hate each other. They’ve hated each other since the day Steve came home two years ago to find out that his aunt’s unexpected visit upstate had resulted in her coming home with a dark-haired, sad-eyed boy only a year younger than Steve himself. And perhaps Aunt Peggy had been thinking that Steve’s chronic inability to ignore someone who needed to be taken under his wing would take care of that relationship in a heartbeat, but what she’d forgotten is that Steve doesn’t have a lot of people he calls his who have stuck around. The prospect of having to share his aunt, who’d taken him in after his ma had passed, had been less than appealing to say the least.

The problem had been that Tony hadn’t had a lot of people to call his either, and he’d been just as possessive over his godmother.

The bigger problem is that two years later, Tony is gorgeous and fiery feels really fucking incredible writhing against him when Steve pins him to the closest horizontal (or vertical, he’s not picky) surface.

“Fuck, you’re so annoying,” Steve moans, free hand scrabbling at the box of tissues on the dresser next to them. Aunt Peggy will kill them if they come in their tuxes. They’re supposed to be standing up there with her, the two bridesmen to Uncle Danny’s Daisy and Jemma. They can’t go up there looking like they’ve just had sex, even though they have. It’s bad enough that they’re going to be rumpled, that Tony’s bowtie is hanging loosely from his neck and will almost definitely have to be tied by someone who isn’t Steve because he’ll be too tempted to use it to strangle him. If they show up with stained pants, there won’t even be pieces of them to identify the bodies.

“I’m annoying?” Tony hisses, rolling his body in one long, sinuous line. It brings his cock right into alignment with Steve’s and makes them both moan. “You’re the one coming in here talking about starting over on the right foot or whatever like you think I don’t know you’re the one who put itching powder in my briefs for today.”

Steve blinks, hand freezing between their bodies. Itching powder? He doesn’t know about any—

“Wait, then what are you wearing under there?”

“That’s your question? Not ‘I’m sorry for trying to prank you on our aunt’s fucking wedding day’?”

“I’m not sorry,” Steve mutters, and that isn’t what he meant to say at all. He meant to say that it was almost definitely Bucky’s fault and Clint’s idea and that he hadn’t known they were planning to do something like that, but he’s a little too distracted by finding out what Tony’s wearing under his tux pants, which is—

Blue lace.

He lets out a strangled sound at the sight of Tony’s pretty cock wrapped in ice blue lace. He hadn’t even known that they made lingerie like that for men. Had Nat told him about them? It looks like something she might have worn back when they were dating (back before she realized his hate affair with Tony was always going to trump his love affair with her—high school romances may come and go but high school rivalries are forever).

Before he can think about it, he’s letting go of Tony’s hands so he can shove the lace down under Tony’s balls with one hand and frantically pull his own cock out of his pants with the other. He shoves against Tony once, twice, Tony’s hands scrambling at his shoulders as he’s pushed up onto his tiptoes. He hadn’t known it would be so hot, seeing Tony in lingerie, and now he hopes that Tony always wears them, that Steve always gets to know about that private little thing that’s just for him, that Tony’s his, that Tony’s his, that—

He barely gets the tissue down between them to catch his come when he spills, panting into Tony’s mouth. Tony lets out a shocked little noise of his own and comes only seconds later, cock jerking between them.

Tony’s bowtie is a little sloppy when they meet up with the other bridesmaids since Steve has never had to tie it onto someone else. And Steve’s jacket is a little wrinkled since Tony had dug furrows into it when he came. But Aunt Peggy had looked beautiful, and that’s all that matters (and if Steve couldn’t stop staring at Tony later as he laughed, twirling Aunt Peggy around the dancefloor, well... that's something for just Steve to know).

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2. …cordially…

They’re twenty-one and standing in a small anteroom in a chapel in Vegas, three minutes after Bucky and Nat tied the knot on a whim. Tony is wearing a pretty purple dress that he’d picked up when he went with Nat to go pick out a wedding dress. Steve is in a cheap suit that nonetheless came with an actual bowtie that he’s since lost because it’s draped around Tony’s neck. They’re standing so close together that only a hand can fit between them.

Tony’s hand, to be exact.

It’s wrapped around both their cocks, stroking them off together with a little twist at the end that has Steve throwing his head back against the wall, gasping with how good it is. They’ve been doing this for four years now, and he doesn’t understand how it just keeps getting better every time.

“You’re so good,” he gasps, voice lilting up into a whine when Tony takes advantage of his bared neck and bites down on the tendon. Tony learned that was an erogenous zone for him last year, sometime right around the time they decided to let go of their hatred (though liking each other is still a long way off) and decided that friends with benefits wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

“I know I’m good,” Tony purrs, but Steve hears the hitch in his breathing. Tony likes to be praised, likes to be called Steve’s good boy and told that he’s doing so well for him.

“What, you don’t want to hear you’re the best I’ve ever had?” he teases, and Tony’s hand does something that makes them both groan. The taffeta on his pushed-up dress rubs against Steve's stomach, the scratching a tantalizing contrast to Tony’s hand on his cock, slick with their combined pre-come.

Tony trails kisses up his neck to his ear, takes the lobe between his teeth, and gently tugs. Steve moans again.

“Am I the best you’ve ever had, Steve?” he breathes once he’s let go. “Better than that girl two years ago? Better than your first? Better than Brock?”

“You know you are,” Steve gasps, trying not to think about Brock. That relationship had been a bad idea in a number of ways, but one of the biggest had been that he couldn’t stop hooking up with Tony throughout it.

“Then come for me, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”

And Steve does.

~

3. …invited to…

They’re twenty-four and hiding in the bathroom outside the newlywedded Hank Pym and Janet van Dyne’s reception. The wedding had been lovely, tasteful and exquisite just as Steve would have expected from Janet for all that he hasn’t known her long. The reception had clearly been catering to her parents, however, because all the food is tiny, the music is slow, and the bar isn’t free.

All it had taken was one smirk from Tony and a strategic loosening of his tie for Steve to follow him into the bathroom and sink to his knees to take Tony into his mouth.

They haven’t done this much recently. There’s been something stirring in Steve’s belly every time he looks at Tony that makes wanting to call him up for a night feel more awkward than it used to. He’s been avoiding thinking about it, but here, on his knees, with Tony’s cock down his throat, he can’t help but picture it: waking up next to Tony tomorrow morning, holding his hand at the movies, chasing after him at one of those obscure theme parks Tony likes to go to every year, and maybe—just maybe—one day it’ll be them at the end of the aisle.

He pulls off of Tony’s cock with a gasp, tears stinging his eyes as he thinks about it. He wants it so bad. He hadn’t even known how bad until this moment, and he can’t have it, Tony would never want it, and—

“Get dinner with me after this,” Tony exhales.

Steve looks up at him, surprised, certain that he hadn’t actually heard what he thought he had. “What?”

“Get dinner with me. Like as a date or whatever.”

So maybe he had heard it right, but��“Romantically?”

“Yes, Steve, romantically. I mean, I—” He stops and looks down at him, biting his lip. They probably look pretty ridiculous with Tony’s dick still hanging out of his pants and Steve’s mouth red and swollen, but there’s no denying the vulnerable look in Tony’s eyes and the way Steve’s heart leaps. “I’ve missed you the last few weeks. And I thought maybe you were… avoiding me for the same reason I was missing you.”

“Yes!” Steve says immediately, too excited to even think about trying to play it cool. “Yeah. I’d—I’d like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says again. And to prove it he dives back onto Tony’s cock, burying his nose in the red silk at the base that’s poking out from his pants. He pulls out all the fancy tricks he’s learned from his years doing this with Tony (he gets to have Tony, and suddenly, he wonders if they’ve been building up to this all along), deepthroating him the way he learned how to do when he was eighteen and trying so hard to find something that Tony hadn’t already learned how to do first (he hadn’t succeeded, but he had managed to last longer than Tony had when he finally got his dick into his tight hole, so he’s always counted that as his victory).

It takes less than a minute for Tony to come and then Steve is shoving his hand in his pants and jerking himself off furiously, heedless of the mess it’ll make. If he knows Tony, they’re going to get drive-through anyway and park somewhere so they can make out in between bites.

…It sounds like the best first date ever.

~

4. …the wedding…

They’re twenty-seven and leaning up against the door to their hotel room a few floors above Pepper and Happy’s reception. Steve can’t help thinking of another reception a few years ago, but that time, he had been the one on his knees, not Tony. Tony’s tie is wrapped around Steve’s wrist, and Steve’s is hanging out of Tony’s pocket, having been exchanged sometime before the speeches.

“I love you,” he says fervently, hands tangled in Tony’s hair as he jerks him up and down his cock. “You’re so beautiful for me, so perfect. All mine, I love you so much.”

Tony whines in that way that means he’s just come, untouched, just from sucking Steve’s cock and hearing his praise. Steve groans and holds Tony’s head still so he can thrust instead, slamming his cock down his throat. Odds are high Tony won’t even be able to talk tomorrow, and if he does, it’ll be in that raspy voice that all their friends know means Steve fucked him good.

“Goddamn, sweetheart, never known anyone as good as you. I love you, I love you, I love you!”

He comes down Tony’s throat, barely remembering to let go so Tony can jerk his head back when it gets to be too much. Come drips onto the carpet, and Steve reminds himself that he’ll need to grab a washcloth later—it wouldn’t be right making the cleaning crew take care of it when he’s more than capable, no matter how nice this hotel is. For right now, though, he sinks onto the floor, picking Tony up so he can cradle him close.

Tony breathes heavily for a long minute and then finally manages to say, voice just as hoarse and fucked out as Steve had been hoping, “Jesus fuck, baby, why do you always have to ruin my pants?”

Steve laughs fondly and kisses his forehead.

Tony bats him away, hands as weak as a kitten. “Yeah, yeah, I love you too,” he grouses, “but if you ruin another pair of suit pants, I’m gonna make you pay for the next one.”

~

5. …of…

They’re twenty-nine and Steve has been heartbroken for three months out of that year. He still remembers that last fight they’d had before Tony had stormed out. He’d told himself that Tony would come back, that they’d make up like they always did, but he hadn’t. And three weeks later, Tony had shown up at Sam and Rhodey’s engagement party with Sunset Bain on his arm and that had been that.

Well.

Not quite that had been that.

There are times when Steve definitely wishes he could get Tony Stark out of his system but that never seems to be when he actually sees him, which is probably why they keep winding up fucking in some out of the way spot. Sam and Rhodey’s wedding isn’t an exception, much as Steve wishes it was since they both brought dates.

They’re supposed to be taking pictures in a few minutes, but instead, they’re back in the groomsmen’s room, clothes strewn across the floor, Tony’s perfect cock splitting him wide open.

“That’s it, baby,” Tony hisses in his ear, bending him further over the chest of drawers. “Tighten up for me, hmm?”

Steve tries, but he feels like he’ll never be tight again, like Tony has fucked him permanently loose. He tries to say that, but all that escapes him is a pathetic groan as Tony’s cock glides across his prostate, lighting him up.

“Do I make you feel good?” Tony whispers, harsh and mocking and cruel. “Do you miss this? Do you think about me every time that pathetic pencil pusher gets his dick in you?”

The worst part is that Tony isn’t even wrong and they both know it. The worst part is that he knows Tony is just as unsatisfied with his pretty little heiress as Steve is with his accountant. The worst part is that if they could just talk about it, they could fix everything, they could both be happy again, but neither of them would ever be willing to swallow their pride long enough to do that.

“Tony,” he whispers, and maybe something of that shows in his voice because Tony drops his forehead to Steve’s shoulder and lets out a harsh sob. His hips don’t stop moving, his cock still thrusts into Steve’s hole like it belongs there (it does, oh god, but it does), but Steve’s shoulder is damp now and he doesn’t think it’s just from sweat.

“Does he make you feel like this?” Tony says, so softly Steve almost doesn’t hear it over the sound of their bodies moving together. He gets his hand around Steve’s cock and strokes once—twice—a third time. “Does he make you feel like he loves you?”

And Steve wants to tell him no, that only Tony has ever made him feel like this, but he’s coming against the drawers, pleasure whiting his mind out. And by the time he’s come back to himself, Tony is long gone.

~

6. …Tony Stark and Emma Frost

They’re thirty-one and they haven’t seen each other even once since Rhodey and Sam’s wedding. Tony opened up a new SI facility in Malibu, and Steve has been staying in New York, working as a curator at MOMA, which he would love more if it didn’t remind him of Tony coaching him through the interview process by fucking his brains out every time he made it past a round. Truth be told, Steve had started to think that they were never going to see each other again, but then he’d found out from one of the other curators that they were closing the museum early for a night for the wedding of the century: Tony Stark and Emma Frost.

And he’d suddenly realized that this was his last chance.

So he’s here now, uninvited and unexpected, in the small gallery they’d set aside for Tony to get dressed in. Their pants are around their ankles, shirts unbuttoned, ties loose. Tony’s hands are pressed against the wall, Steve pressed against his back, and his cock has found its home again inside Tony’s body.

He keeps the words locked behind his teeth—I love you—and asks instead, “Does she make you feel like this?” It’s only once he’s asked it that he realizes it’s what Tony asked him two years earlier.

Tony must remember it too because his breath hitches and then he’s shoving back against Steve. For a moment, Steve wonders if he’s gone too far—if they’ve lost their chance, if Tony really does love her like he’s never loved Steve—but then Tony turns around, stepping out of his pants entirely.

“I want to see you,” he pleads, looping his hands around Steve’s neck.

And Steve—

Steve is helpless to ignore that voice. He gets his hands under Tony’s ass and lifts, pinning him back against the wall before he slides Tony back down onto his cock. Tony throws his head back and moans, the sound echoing off the walls so loudly that Steve worries someone’s going to come looking for them.

“She doesn’t, Steve,” Tony cries, voice catching on a particularly hard thrust. “It’s only you. Always you.”

Steve sobs and quickens his pace, trying to lay the last claim he’ll ever get to have on Tony. Tony is getting married. He isn’t Steve’s anymore, but this—this last moment between them, they’ll always have this. This will always belong to them—to him. He kisses him, grieving and desperate and scared. They haven’t seen each other in so long; after today, there won’t be any more excuses. Tony will be Emma’s, and Steve? Steve will go back to his lonely apartment and think bitterly on what they used to have.

“Run away with me,” he pleads, pressing the words into the soft skin of Tony’s throat. “Run away with me, sweetheart. Let’s go far away where no one will think to look for us. We can get married, have ten kids—”

Tony comes, crying out his pleasure. He tightens around Steve, pushing him over the edge too, and it’s too soon, they didn’t have enough time, they’ll never have enough time, but all too soon, he’s setting Tony back on his feet and helping him get dressed. He’ll look a little messy, and part of Steve is pleased about that, that Emma will always wonder what her husband got up to before their wedding. The rest of them is trying to pick up the pieces of his broken heart.

“Steve,” Tony says quietly.

He doesn’t turn around. He can’t. It had been hard enough seeing Tony in his wedding suit when he’d first walked in. It’ll shatter him if he has to see him now.

“Steve. Look at me please?”

But he’s never been able to resist a request from Tony.

Tony looks nervous, hesitant, in a way that he hadn’t when Steve had walked in. He visibly swallows, dark brown eyes meeting Steve’s. “Ask me again?”

Ask him—“What?”

“Please. Ask me… what you said. At the end. Ask me again?”

Hope starts to unfurl in Steve’s chest. Barely able to breathe, he asks, “Run away with me?”

Tony swallows again and then offers him a small, sweet smile. “Yes.”

[pbandjesse]

Very sorry that my post didn't get posted on time last night. I was ridiculously tired and had forgotten it in my drafts. Thank you to my mom for pointing that out. It's fixed now.

I felt really really miserable today. Thankfully I am feeling a lot better now but today was really horrible for me. I felt horrible. It was super super hot. I was feeling uncomfortable and puffy in the face and bad. It didn't help that I was just so tired.

I went to sleep before James even came to bed. I had texted them to ask for my weighted blanket and was asleep before they got it. I did wake up enough to notice that the blanket was on me but I was out really quickly after that.

I woke up before the sun and got a drink and accidentally knocked my phone between the wall and the bed. I couldn't get to it and would have to wait until the morning. It didn't matter but I knew the alarm going off would scare me.

Thankfully when James woke up I was able to then move the bed a bit and get my phone before falling back asleep. So it was not super consistent sleep and my dreams were upsetting and I didn't wake up in a great space.

James tried to make me feel better. They packed me a breakfast and some snacks. I would pack the Mac and cheese I got on Saturday. Gave me hugs and kisses and sent me off on time. The plan was for me to stay at camp all week so we have extra kisses. I did not end up staying at camp but it was still a nice way to start the day.

I went to camp and had an alright drive. I got there a few minutes after 8 and was frustrated at how warm it already was. I was feeling uncomfortable but I was trying to remain positive. It was a loosing battle.

James had put my sewing machines in the car so I had to set those up. I did not get a chance to double check that they were working probably yesterday but thankfully they set up easy. I did feel frustrated when SarahMarie asked if I could help her carry water jugs to the back of stockade but I just couldn't. I didn't have time. I had basically no rest today. It was go go go.

And the heat did not help. In the art building and surrounding area it wasn't so bad. But man. It would only get worse everywhere else. Leaving my building felt really really bad.

And I was just so busy. Doing teddy bears is a fun but wildly time consuming project. And I didn't realize how difficult it was going to be to make the tiny bears. The campers would struggle hardcore and we were getting some really silly outcomes. I also made the call that we weren't going to flip them. I just didn't think they would work because of how they were cut. So they look a bit silly but it was still fun to do.

It was sweet when one of the boys told me they were excited that they got to make their bear on Monday so they got to have more time with them. It was so cute.

I had handed out number cards so people knew when it was their turn and that was such a good move. One of the counselors made me feel really nice when he made a fuss about how organized I always was. How I always knew what they were doing when they got there and I had a plan and it made me feel really good. Like I know I'm doing a good job but hearing this guy who is so stoic and I respect say that meant a lot to me.

Especially when I was having such a hard day.

Callie had come through in the morning and asked if she could carry one of my large bears around. I had brought them as an example but I was like actually yes. I'm glad it's getting cuddled.

I didn't go to lunch. Instead I went to the office to microwave my Mac and cheese. But when I went to get my earbuds from my backpack I realized I had forgotten all of my purse contents that I usually transfer over to my camp backpack. No hand sanitizer. No lotion. Not wallet. Not earbuds. I was so bummed. I felt so stupid.

And like it isn't a huge deal. I keep my ID in my phone case. But I just felt really dumb and was so out of sorts I just walked to our cabin to lay down. I needed to be horizontal and in the AC.

The laying down helped. But I just became more and more upset. I did not want to sleep there. I wanted to go home. I wanted to have a cabin for daytime cool downs and the option to sleep over but I was feeling guilty about it too. About not being there for Callie. I want to hang out with her! But I also just. Feel so sad. I feel so miserable inside. I want to be home. I want to come back to our house and it be my little sanctuary. I feel resentment about the heat and the anxiety I am feeling around camp this year. Like we are in week 4! I shouldn't be feeling like this. Thankfully I have a vacation next week.

Speaking about this vacation. James would help get me checked in and scanned my passport for the app. I would buy my two packages I wanted to make the trip nicer for me. Specifically the soda package and the Internet package. I figure I'm not paying for the cruise so if I want this it isn't a huge deal. And I think it will make me feel better to have access to messaging James and doing my post and being able to watch videos and just feel connected. I don't want to be on TikTok much but I do want the option when we are just chilling. Even if it's not a need, it will make me feel better.

And I needed that. While I was sitting doing that research the alarms started going off. There was an emergency drill and we all needed to go to the field. I grabbed my sunglasses and water and walked down to be with the rest of specialty staff.

We were missing at least 2 groups which is not great. Like yeah it's a drill. But you don't continue to do a bathroom run for your whole group. Hustle down here.

It was basically the hottest part of the day and I was really struggling in the sun. I'm sure everyone was. And because of the drill my last day camp group, group 1, missed the first half hout. So they would not have time to sew. Instead they would decorate a bear and I would sew them together and deliver them later. Kenny was in this group and kept asking if it was done yet but I was not even working on theirs yet. There were three groups ahead of there's to finish! But I would get them all done. Mainly during my last program.

I felt bad not hanging out with Bontkirchen but they are pretty self sufficient. They wanted to put beads in their hair and do henna and make bracelets. Love it. So they were out back doing that while I was inside sewing. Periodically they would come in to ask for a material and I would give them what I had. I felt bad but I just needed to finish this sewing ASAP.

I was falling apart though. Alexi got on the walkie to let us know the heat index was 107 and we needed to stay cool best we could. I had planned on going swimming but I didn't think I could stay. I needed to go home.

Once I was done sewing everything together I texted Callie that I felt really bad but I had to leave. She said she's not upset with me. But I still feel bad. Guilty. But I needed to go home.

It was a rough drive. I let James know that I was coming home and they made a comment about changing their plans (they were going to trivia with Joel) and I melted down. I started crying. I didn't want them to change their plans. I want people to stop doing that. I wanted to be alone. And I felt like I was coming off mean in texts telling them I wanted to be alone. So I called them and was crying and driving and I just wanted to go home.

They would help me calm down. They understood I wasn't being mean. And they would let me be alone to decompress. And everything would be okay.

I would get stuck in some traffic. But once I was through that we would say goodbye and I would drive the last 15 minutes home list ring to a podcast and trying to not cry anymore.

When I got home I noticed that the business on corner that has been getting demoed has a fence around it. Which usually means the whole building is coming down. Which is neat! But also that made our street loose like 5 parking spaces. So that's not great! But we will have to figure that out going forward.

I did get a spot though and James was waiting for me on the steps. I didn't need anything to come inside so I was just happy to see them.

We would hang out inside. I would go take a shower first. Pet the animals. And then cuddle on the couch with James until it was time for them to leave for trivia. They made me a tomato sandwich. Things were slowly feeling less horrible.

Being alone for a few hours helped a ton. I would tidy the living room and put things away. I fixed some things and finished clearing out the wardrobe in the studio. It's getting moved upstairs to the guest room. Eventually. But I was happy to get that cleared.

I would spend some time upstairs going through my packing pile for the cruise. My new duffle bag is supposed to be here tomorrow. But I am still not positive what bag/bags I will be using for this trip. But I feel pretty secure about what I'm bringing and what outfits are for what days. It was nice to hang out and fold things.

I also got to interact with Crabcake for a little. He was climbing and digging and hanging out in his water. Just being a cutie.

Sweetp was being good today too. And I was just happy to be around my animals.

I got in bed to write this. And James got home right as I started writing. They had a tough bike ride back. Getting very winded at the end there. But they are hydrated and showered now and we are going to start winding down for sleep.

Tomorrow I hope is a better day. Maybe I'll stay over. Maybe I'll swim. I'm not making any promises either way. I just want to feel okay. Whatever that means for me.

I hope you all have a good night. Take care of yourself. Wash your hands. I love you all. Goodnight!

[ticklykitty216]

(A solo fic already? And such a bold departure from the original source material! /ref)

(Yeah, the brainrot is so real I had to write this fic now while I still have motivation)

(And yes I’m still working on requests, depending on how everything goes I’ll be finishing the requests and posting ‘original’ fics with them as well)

(Also there’s a bit of Chester x Mandy stuff in this fic, you can read it as platonic or romantic but I can’t help myself, they’re so cute together, the skrunkles)

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Mandy liked to think that she had relatively good patience.

Yes, she may be grumpy most of the time but there’s a difference between being grumpy and angry. Was she quick and easy to annoy? Yes. Was she quick and easy to anger? She’d say no. It took a lot to truly make Mandy angry, but with the day she’s been having she was about to blow.

Yesterday she had asked Chester to put candy back in the cases and displays so they could open up early and he simply just didn't do it. So she had to do it and that delayed opening for a good hour, and when she had finally opened the first couple had complained about the delay and were generally rude. Then she dealt with annoying customers, which was par for the course when working customer service but it seemed like today everyone was pissy. And then to add insult to injury one of the kids had accidentally broken one of their gumball machines and there were now gumballs all over the floor, and without Chester Mandy is forced to clean it up, as always.

Everyone had finally left and it was almost closing time. “Finally, where is that good for nothing clown when you need him?” Mandy grumbled as she cleaned up the glass and gumballs all over the floor, “Haven’t seen that idiot all day…” Mandy stood up and dumped the little dustpan with the glass and gumballs into the garbage and turned to put the dustpan away, “AAAGH-” Mandy cried as she managed to slip on a loose gumball and fell to the ground. “Great. Fun. Just my luck.” Mandy growled as she slowly picked herself back up and limped back to her throne behind her desk.

“Ow. Ow. Ow…” Mandy said as she hobbled behind her desk, as she made contact with her throne a loud *BANG* sounded out and she jumped back up startled “WHAT THE HELL?!” she cried out, and heard giggling behind her throne. She kneeled on the cushions of her throne and looked over to see Chester crouched down and giggling madly, “CHESTER! Where the hell were you?! I’ve been waiting for you to come in all day!” Mandy yelled and Chester looked up at her, confused “Mandy, I told you that I had matches today.” Chester said plainly and Mandy deadpanned.

Mandy didn’t remember him telling her that. “When?” she asked and Chester had a look that she couldn’t place. “When you asked me to stock I told you I couldn’t because I had to go early for some matches and that I’d be gone most of the day!” Chester said and Mandy was currently having a crisis trying to remember what Chester had said to her yesterday, had she really forgotten so quickly? She felt like she’d remember something like that… “Oh… Sorry then…” Mandy said and turned back and sat in her throne with a far away look. Chester sprung up and leaned against the throne “Soooo, how did you faire without me?~” Chester cooed and Mandy groaned “Terrible, everyone had a stick up their ass, I tell ya’.” Mandy said before she leaned forward and put her face in her arms “Everyone was so annoying today, can’t wait for it to end.” she said.

Chester gave a sympathetic look before he brightened up “Hey Mandy! Look at this!” he said and she groaned “If it’s another one of your pranks you can shove it.” she grumbled and Chester giggled “Nono! Please Mandy, I think you’ll like this!” Chester said, moving to stand in front of the girls desk. Mandy groaned before she looked up before sitting back up “What is it?” Mandy said suspiciously as she looked at the jester before her, he had his hands behind his back and rocked on the balls of his feet, the bells on his cap jingling. “Well, it sounds like you had a crappy day~” he started “Tell me about it…” Mandy mumbled “So! I had picked this up from one of my earlier matches, and I was gonna give it to you later, but I’ll give it to you now!” Chester said and held out a small present.

Mandy eyed the present and glared at Chester “You think I was born yesterday? What’s in it?” Mandy said and Chester placed it on her desk and moved it closer to her “Can’t say, would ruin the surprise!” Chester said before his face softened “I swear it’s not a prank Mandy.” Chester said and she still glared “Cross your heart?” she asked and Chester took his right hand and did a criss cross motion over his chest with one hand while the other was behind his back, “Cross my heart and hope to cry, stick a cupcake in my eye!” Chester said with a wink for emphasis. Mandy’s glare softened and she looked at the small present, she started to open the top when she looked back up at Chester who smiled and nodded his head, Mandy finally removed the top of the gift and looked in.

Mandy didn’t even get a chance to see what was in the gift because the next thing she knew there was glitter and pixie dust exploding on her face, she reeled back “AAAAAAGH!!!” she cried out and rubbed furiously at her eyes and coughed violently. Chester exploded in laughter and clutched his stomach with his right hand and revealed his left hand. His fingers were crossed, “Well, it was a little prank…” Chester reasoned. Mandy still rubbed at her eyes and glared at him with one eye “What’s wrong with you?!” Mandy yelled and her voice broke at the end and her eyes suddenly became much more watery, and it wasn’t just because there was still glitter and pixie stick dust in them. Mandy breathed heavily, trying to calm herself but the weight of today and the prank had her tipped over the edge and she didn’t know whether to scream or cry.

Chester had stopped laughing but still smiled “You like your surprise?” Chester asked but when Mandy didn’t respond and he saw her slightly shaking the smile was wiped from his face “M-Mandy?” Chester asked and leaned forward towards her. Mandy had her face covered with her hands and she felt EVERYTHING bubble up to the surface, the customers, the broken gumball machine, the pranks, it was the straw that broke the camel's back. Mandy suddenly looked up with tears in the corners of her eyes and let out a banshee shriek as she lunged forward at the jester “YOU ASSHOLE!!” she screeched. Chester yelped and pulled back as she lunged and backed away out of her grasp “Mandy wait!” he said.

Mandy brushed the gift box off her desk and into the trash bin as she climbed over her desk towards her coworker “GET BACK HERE!!!” she screamed. Chester’s eyes widened and he turned tail and Mandy jumped off her desk and gave chase “LOUSY CLOWN! I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY I KEEP YOU AROUND!!” Mandy screamed as she kept up with the clown. Chester zigzagged between the large displays of candy “I’M SORRY!” Chester wailed “OH, YOU’RE GONNA BE SORRY WHEN I CATCH YOU!!” Mandy yelled as she turned a sharp corner and picked up some random candy and threw it at him. Chester put his arm up to block the onslaught of candy pellets “Mandy you’re overreacting! It was just a joke!” Chester said and ran between a few cases “OVERREACTING?! I had a TERRIBLE day and your solution was to explode glitter in my face?!” Mandy yelled and took chase again “I didn’t expect you to lean your face over it!!” Chester said.

Mandy grabbed one of the giant display gummies from a stand as she ran past, pulled her arm back and tossed the bear like it was a football and it nailed Chester in the back of the head. Chester lost his balance and started to stumble forward, but it had been too late, Chester tripped over himself and he tumbled into a display of various marshmallows and taffy. Mandy finally caught up to the clown and looked at him and pounced on him. “You asshat! You douchebag! You son of a bitch!” Mandy said and shook him violently “Mandy!” Chester cried out and pried at her hands. “I can’t stand you! You and your dumb pranks!” Mandy yelled and the two dissolved into a sort of slap fight, Mandy trying to grab at Chester to throttle and Chester blocking her hand “I swear to god you’re so dead!” Mandy yelled as she squeezed the jester's left side and Chester jerked away and made this strange choked giggle.

Mandy did a double take “Are you seriously laughing right now?!” Mandy growled out and gripped him again and a string of giggles came out of him “Mahahandy quihihihit it!” Chester giggled out. Mandy glared but then looked to see she was grabbing his sides and she put two and two together. She looked Chester in the eyes and gave him the most evil look she could muster and smirked down on him “You’re so dead.” was all Mandy said. “Waitwaitwait ManDYY EHEHEHEHE!!” Chester squealed.

Mandy rapidly squeezed the clown's side and he burst into the goofiest giggle Mandy has ever heard come out of a person “Mahahahandy! Mahahahahandy- NOHOHOHO!!” Chester cackled as she squeezed up and down the jesters sides, testing to see where his most ticklish spots were. She was still mad at him, and she wanted revenge against him. “Ohohoho~ How did I NOT know about this?~” Mandy teased as she spidered his sides “MAHAHAHAHANDEHEHEHEY!!” Chester cackled and shook his head, the bells on his hat jingled furiously. “MAHAHANDY IHIHIHI’M SHOHOHORRY!!” Chester cried out as he pushed against her wrists “Oh? So now you’re sorry? I don’t think you are!” Mandy said as she roughly squeezed his hips and Chester tossed his head back and shrieked “NONONOHOHOHO MAHAHAHANDY IHIHIHI REHEHEALLY AHAM SOHOHOHORRY!!!” Chester howled “LIAR!”

 Mandy yelled, but there was no anger behind it. Mandy dug her thumbs into the hollow of Chester’s hips and he flailed “NAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!!” Chester screamed and slapped Mandy's arms, “Why not? Too tickle, tickle, ticklish for you?~” Mandy teased and switched between teasing his hips to scribbling across his belly. Chester was going insane, the bells on his hat jingled like crazy as he shook his head back and forth wildly and kicked his legs behind Mandy “MAHAHAHANDY STAHAHAHAP!!” Chester wailed, pushing against her “No.~” Mandy said, her fingers traveled up to his ribs and scribbled between the spaces and Chester cackled like a hyena “AHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Chester laughed “NAHAHAT THERE PLEHEHEHEASE MAHAHANDY!!!” Chester begged “AHAHAHANYWHEHEHERE BUHUHUT THEHEHEHERE!!!” Chester squealed “Oh? Anywhere? Well, how abo-ut, HERE!” Mandy said and quickly shoved her fingers into Chester armpits and scribbled madly.

Chester clamped his arms down and his laughter went silent for a second before it came back tenfold. “NOOOOOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHA *snort* MAHAHAHAHANDY!!” Chester snorted as tears streamed down his face. “Was that a snort?!” Mandy laughed and pressed harder “Do it again!” she commanded. “NAHAHA MAHAHA- *snort* MAHAHAHANDY P-PLEHEHEHEASE!!! MEHEHEHERCY!!” Chester roared, as he kept his arms clamped down he wrapped his arms around his stomach and thrashed back and forth. Mandy continued her assault, she wasn’t ready to end this just yet, but she’d admit that his reaction was starting to worry her a bit. She moved her hands out of his armpits and just stared down at him.

Chester panted heavily and looked up at Mandy and wiped a tear from his left eye, “Ahahahare yohohou dohohohone?” Chester giggled and Mandy said nothing. She lifted up her hands and hovered them over top of his middle and wiggled her fingers slowly, “Nohohoho! Mahahandy dohohohon’t please!” Chester laughed as he eyed her fingers nervously “Where oh where will I tickle next?~” she asked as her fingers slowly descended downwards. She quickly moved them upwards towards his ribs and his arms and hands followed to try and block them “Mahahahandy!! Stohohop!” Chester giggled “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already laughing!” Mandy herself laughed at how giddy the jester beneath her was.

“Yeheheheah, and ihihihit’s gohohoing to tihihihickle..!” Chester squeaked as her hands darted downwards to his hips, but never touched them “Damn right!” Mandy said as one hand tickled his hip and the other went for his neck. Chester yelped and scrunched up his neck to try and protect it “STOHOHOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIT!!” Chester squealed as he grabbed at Mandy’s wrists “IHIHIHI SAHAHAHAID IHIHI WAHAHAS SOHOHOHORRY!!” He laughed. “I don’t think you’re sorry enough~” Mandy said and Chester let out this sad little noise; a mix between a whine and a yelp, “MEHEHEHEHERCEHEHEHEHEY!!” Chester shrieked as Mandy ghosted over the sensitive flesh between his hip bones “MEHEHEHERCY! UHUHUHUHUNCLE! PLEHEHEHEASE MAHAHAHANDY IHIHIHI GEHEHEHET IHIHIHIT!!” Chester howled.

As much as Mandy would LOVE to sit here all day and tickle Chester to insanity (she might’ve already with the way he was acting) she let up. She brought her hands away from the fool and crossed her arms as she watched him finally, and properly this time, catch his breath. Mandy had to admit, she might’ve taken it a little too far, he was wheezing and clutched his sides as stray giggles still poured out of him. The black marks under his eyes were smudged from his tears and his entire face, ears and his neck was flushed. “You good clown? Had a good laugh?” Mandy asked, trying to keep her tone neutral, “Yohohohou’re ahahan ahahahasshole…” Chester mewled out and Mandy huffed “Takes one to know one, hun.” Mandy said and wiped some of the stray tears off of his face before she finally stood up off of the jester. Chester continues to lay on the ground and put his hands on his stomach as he still calmed his ragged breathing, Mandy walked over to the shop’s front door and turned their ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’ and locked the door before approaching Chester again.

“You gonna sleep on the floor tonight?” Mandy asked sarcastically and Chester huffed “You know, I just might, these marshmallows bags make for great pillows!” Chester said and picked up a bag of marshmallows and opened the bag and popped one in his mouth, “Stop eating the marshmallows…” Mandy said and Chester winked at her “I deserve this after the torture you put me through!” Chester said dramatically and put the back of his hand on his forehead. “I’ll do it again if you don’t get up!” Mandy threatened and wiggled her fingers at him, Chester’s face flushed and he sprung back up with the bag of marshmallows still in hand, Mandy’s face fell when she saw the bag in his hand “WELL! I think I’m going to go home now and get some rest!” Chester announced with a sort of mocking tone “You’ll be coming in tomorrow and helping me around here!” Mandy stated and Chester deflated “Sure yeah…” Chester said and began to walk past Mandy before he stopped and smirked.

Chester turned and looked “Oh and uh, by the way, I didn’t have any matches today, I just missed my alarm and didn’t come in.” Chester said with a smug look. Mandy spluttered and then growled “You son of a b- MMMMPH?!” Mandy was cut off as Chester shoved a marshmallow in her mouth and then ran away “CHEFFETER!!” Mandy mumbled out past the marshmallow and stomped her food. She walked towards her desk to grab her things “Can’t believe that idiot, he slept in?!” Mandy growled and saw something shine out of the corner of her eye. She turned and looked to see that it was coming out of the garbage can, she walked over and pulled out Chester’s gift and looked into it again.

Inside the box, at the bottom of it was a large gem; it was a magenta color, as opposed to the purple color most of the gems from the mines were, and the way it was shaped made it look like a piece of candy with a wrapper on it. Mandy picked it out of the box and moved it around, with what little light was still left in the shop it caught on the gem and shimmered and shined in the light, “Woah…” Mandy said and brought the gem down and turned it around in her hand. Shoot, now she felt bad for going after Chester, but then again he had left her to handle the shop alone, but he hadn’t lied, she had overreacted to his joke. 

Despite this, Mandy had smiled and placed the gem in her pocket and picked up her things and closed shop and walked home. She’d apologize to Chester tomorrow, that was, if he didn’t sleep in again…

***

(In this house, we love and respect Chester x Mandy!!!)

[avocate-assia-dazai]

Writober day 1: Lovers to ennemies

Author's note: Heyoo this is my first true post on this account. I wish you all like my work. I'm sorry in advance i'm not a native english talker. And I wish you enjoy this, because i enjoy writting it, i'm a bit anxious because i'm not sure about it, but whatever~ Be careful, italic is pretty important, it mean past events.

Synopsis: I think the tilte is already pretty abvious. But to sumup you're at the place of Cherry Evans, in an important moment of her life.

Number of words: a bit less then 2k

An aftertaste of wine in the throat, trembling and cold hands, the deafening sound of the rain. This time again I sat waiting for the person of my world to come back to me. But unlike that night, I find myself wishing he would never comes back. Everything seems so different, and yet so the same. I was never a strong woman, I will probably never be. I am a hole, unable to put reality into words and face my life. The rude truth is, everything just repeats, whether it was twenty years ago, five years ago, yesterday or today. I am still the same weak and terrified woman.

I don't even have the strength to get up, call him, or do anything. I looked at the bottom of my glass of wine, his favorite. I was so sure of myself, and yet it would only take one word to throw away all my certainties and crush them as if they had never existed. And while the ticking of the clock made this silence even heavier, the sound of the rain made everything harder for me. I thought I loved rain because he made me love it, but in reality I hate it. Maybe if it wasn't raining, nothing would have happened like this.

The sound of the rain, the water running down my frozen skin, even though I could no longer feel the drops falling as I had gotten so used to it. I don't even knew if I was crying. What I knew is that it was cold, and I wanted to tear off those black clothes, I wanted to tear off the false compassionate smiles of those people I had never seen anchored in my memory. I wanted to tear everything away. And I fled, finding myself here, sitting alone in the rain, praying that I would die too while the water still fell. And that evening too, I hoped to feel his hand on my shoulder, asking me what I'm doing alone in the cold at an hour like this. But I knew he would never come back. My father was dead. I knew it, and yet when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I didn't move, just wishing it was his.

The aftertaste of the wine they serve at funerals in my throat, and this hand on my shoulder, this presence at my side that I did not dare look at fearring of destroying all illusions. “It's co-”, he doesn’t finish his sentence, even though I hadn’t said anything. But he understood that I wouldn't move. That if I even tried to get up, I would probably fall even deeper where no one could ever find me. He didn't say anything more, he simply placed his coat on my shoulders. And after that, this same silence remained as long as possible. I was in too much pain to care about his presence. But he never left after that.

The sound of the key in the door made me raise my head suddenly, it almost hurt. I watch the handle tilt with so much expectation that I have a hard time trying not smiling. Sometimes I didn't understand my body, why smile now? For a moment my mind went blank, and it took a lot of self-control not to go and greet him. His tall figure crossed the door, his eyes fixe on me. There was a long silence, then he looked away, seeing on the pretty table, almost academically set, a dish of lasagna, his favorite, made especially for him. It was so late that I had forgotten about it. I looked at the dish, his gaze turned to me for a moment, before changing direction once again, I followed him carefully as if refusing to miss the slightest of his thoughts. Wine. And once again, his gaze fell on me, and silence returned for a long moment before he dared to say these few words: “You shouldn’t have waited for me. I ate with colleagues.

I wanted to wait for you”

He respons nothing, just took off his shoes and took off his jacket. He hesitated to go straight to bed. After fifteen years of marriage it was so easy to read his face even if it didn't change. But he sat across from me, poured a glass of wine, loosened his tie and took in a breath of oxygen before simply drinking, looking at nothing. In a way I didn't want to immediately break this moment of peace, I even surprised myself by wanting to stay like that, in front of him, peacefully drinking wine with him.

This wine, he must have recognized it as much as I did, it was his favorite. It was expensive so there were only a few occasions when we tried it. Sitting around a luxurious table, my hands were shaking. I had nothing to do in this restaurant, I was so anxious, trying as best as I could not to do anything stupid. Dressed in my most expensive clothes, which in themselves were not that expensive, my hair up and makeup that I had tried to make sophisticated. I know our graduation was something to celebrate, but when he asked me to dress up "properly", I thought we would just go to the movies or maybe eat at his parents's house. I regretted not pestering him a little more to find out where we were going. He read me like a book, he took the menu out of my hands, his cold face wore a mocking and playful look that I had rarely admired before. “It’s forbidden to see the prices, I’ll read you the menu and you take what you like.

Don't be stupid! I can pay for my-

Don't be stupid, let me invite my wife to the restaurant~

I'm not y-

Halala, you are really stubborn. Well, will you?"

I think I hadn't understood his sentence well, I didn't have time to answer him that I didn't want to let him pay. He took a last sip of this wine, before pushing his chair and standing up. kneel in front of me, to take out a small velvet box for me. “I wanted to tell you this for dessert. But actually I want to be yours now, and you be mine. I want to be able to pay you everything and take all your worries away now. I can’t eat without being sure that we will experience dozens of meals like this”

I handed him the envelope that had been hidden on my lap all this time. A smile on my lips, betraying my discomfort, my hands were trembling. He looked at me, neither confused neither surprised, he reached out his hand to take it from me, he opened it and started reading. “I wanted one last of these luxurious meals with you.” These few words spoken by a woman not knowing how to react did nothing to help the situation. I shouldn't have said them. Another long silence ensued.

I tried so hard not to smile, while he looked at me with a look that didn't show anything, didn't allow me to know anything. He looked at the contents of the envelope, and the silence was so heavy that I looked away. A hand grabbed my arm and lifted me up. He was jumping around, laughing or crying. I wouldn't be able to say, probably both. He made me flutter and I couldn't help but admire this new expression on his face that I had never seen. I was so happy, I laughed with him. He ended up putting me down on the ground to kiss me I don’t know how many times and finally just hug me with all his strength “thank you, thank you, thank you

Stop thanking me. We did it together. You better-

Whatever you want, thank you, thank you, thank you. Finally the three of us will form a real family.”

But this time there will be no outpouring of joy. In fact, I didn't even expect him to say anything. He simply looked up at me, placing the envelope in front of me. I thought this heavy silence was going to kill me. I looked at him for a long moment before he finally got up and looked at me. "Alright.

What do you mean Alright?

I agree.

That's all?

What do you mean that's all?

You're not going to say anything more?

No. that's all."

He simply got up from his chair, not even bothering to finish his glass of wine. And he passed me, a heartbeat. This brief moment seemed like an eternity. I couldn't hear the sound of the clock or the rain, and every step he took drove me crazy. I thought I didn't expect anything from him, but that's not true, I wanted him to say something. I reached out to grab his arm, and he looked at me almost confused.

The feeling of the fabric crumpled in my hand, I squeezed so hard I felt my nails dig into my palm. I said nothing, despite his repeated questions. I had nothing to say, no explanation. And at one point I felt the air split in two beside me, a horrible noise accompanied it, I looked behind me, at the wine stain on the wall, at the pieces of glass on the floor. He threw his glass a few millimeters from my face, before grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me in all directions. I hadn't noticed, it even took a few moments for his voice to reach my ears. Did he try to hurt me? Or did he want to scare me? Or was it just rage? He screamed like that night, he shook me exactly like that night, and since that night I stopped being myself.

I slowly opened my eyes, and I felt something heavy on my arm, I immediately recognized the feeling of his face pressed against the sheets covering my arm. The moment the first song escaped my lips, that weight disappeared, replaced by large hands on my shoulders. Trembling and heavy. It took me a few moments to regain my sight and see my husband's face destroyed by grief whispering to me I don't know what. “We lost her. For what? For what? Why did you do that? Yet I told you-

I thought you were-

I told you not to go! Now she is dead!”

These words made my blood run cold, I placed a hand on my stomach, and I was hit by reality, unable to utter the slightest word, or even just to hear it. I couldn't believe it.

“You killed her! You killed her, what the fuck do you expect from me! You killed her, you are going to kill this marriage like nothing, what do you expect from me!” I hated those words, I looked at him my vision blurred with tears, my throat contracted, my blood boiled “No! No! No! It's wrong! I was afraid for you! But you kill me every day holding me responsible!

Me? Are you going to blame me?! I was always there for you! And you had nothing to do, stay quietly, but you took this risk I gave it to yo-

I lost her too-

No you haven't lost anything, you never loved this chil-

It's wrong!"

The words and insults were flying, the reproaches of the last five years thrown like bombs to cause as many victims as possible. And at one point silence fills the room again, the sound of the clock, of the rain, of heavy breathing. “I miss her too… But I miss the man I love even more… You are not the man I loved. You, I hate you.

I would have preferred you to die in his place.”

[f1-birb]

heyy,

i was the anon that sent the pneumonia idea yesterday and today you posted that there were many rants in your inbox and now i am worried that i went too much on a tangent. Anyway if my message conveyed that i am sorry and I hope that even though you had some more negativity you enjoyed your day.

I don’t know maybe i am just overthinking this…

But little drabble: Lando on his first day of kindergarten just so excited to go to school and returning home in the afternoon and just jumping in his papa’s arms and saying: I’ve made a fwiend!

AAAHHH sorry I didn't reply to this one sooner!

Absolutely you did not, I love what you sent me before and if you are permitting(?) I'm going to write a longer fic for it that'll go on Ao3 rather than just here

And I did not mind the rants, I've said before I'm always open to hearing rants/vents/takes/whatever people want to send, it was just a lot - but a lot of people sent me nice things so it was all good :)

But now a little drabble for you <3

Seb can feel Lando trembling where he's pressed up against his chest. He's crouched, just down the hall from Lando's new classroom, his pup between his knees and clinging to him. He'd honestly been expecting tears, so he'll take his boy just being a little shy instead. He presses a kiss to the top of Lando's head, glancing up at where Jenson is talking to Lando's new teacher, Mr. "Just Call Me Luke" Simmonds. The beta seems lovely, bright and bubbly the way most pre-school teachers are, and he'd immediately backed off when Lando recoiled from the exuberant greeting - an automatic tick in Seb's book.

They'd chosen this school for two reasons, the first being that the pre-school class is mixed, and the second being that Lando will have Mick. The blonde boy will be the year above Lando later on in school, but for now this will be Mick's second year to Lando's first.

"Bärchen!"

Lando's head snaps up and he spins in Seb's arms. A grin pulls at his cheeks, etching in dimples, as he shouts back, "Puppy!"

He can hear Jenson laughing as Lando runs over to crash against Mick, the older boy wrapping his best friend in a tight hug. And just like that the two of them are apparently forgotten, Mick babbling away and tugging Lando after him, their little boy tripping slightly in his excitement but Mick doesn't let him fall.

Seb feels Jenson's arm wrap over his shoulder, the omega's other hand clutched to his chest as he fakes a sniffle. "We're dead to him now, Sebby, dead I tell you."

He snorts a laugh, ready to call his mate out for his ridiculousness when a little blur slams against their legs. Looking down he's met with Lando's beaming face.

"Love you Daddy, love you Papa. You come get me later?"

"We'll come pick you up later, bärchen. Be a good boy, and we'll have ice cream after dinner to celebrate your first day, okay?"

The enthusiastic little nod that gets warms him, and Seb pulls Jenson with him to give Lando one last squeeze before he runs back to Mick.

"Love you Lando!" They call as he disappears, and they hear a faint shout back.

~~~

Later that afternoon, Seb's shutting down his laptop after a gruelling three hour meeting with the team when he hears keys in the front door. The thud of tiny shoes hitting the floor will never get old, and neither will the padding of tiny socked feet on carpet. The footsteps get louder as Lando draws nearer, and Seb braces himself for the little rocket that launches itself into his arms.

"Papa, Papa! I made a fwiend, two fwiends!"

[hotarutranslations]

Get Excited----

Evening

Yesterday, from 12:30AM NACK5 "Saito Shuka ShukaRaji!"

I made an appearance🐤ྀི

I'm sorry I'm late to making the announcementttt

But you can listen to it on Radiko!

Also I'll be visiting again next week! Please definitely listen!

Yesterday it was released on Hello Station, You can see what day as the store manager in Taiwan for a day was like

Xiao long bao🤤🤍ྀི

This close coverage, really, It has a lot of genres!

Like it can be anywhere! lol

For the 1 day manager situation, The focus is on Ishida but, Aside from that,

The next day with close covered of the interviews in Taiwan, Homare and Rairi were the focus, since we had shoots,

I wonder if Ishida will be there too🎈

Please definitely enjoy it~~~

Since they also showed up practicing our words on the video,

When I got to Taiwan again, I'll have forgotten it so, I'll watch this video to remember!

Fufu

Instagram

I posted a lot of photos, of Up To Boy vol.345

Its finally on sale🤍ྀི

I also just found out about it but,

Again,

HMV Sendai EBeanS-san, has decided on a panel exhibition!

Details

Release day goes from tomorrow the 22nd to December 6th🥹🪽

Uwaa… I'm happy…

Somehow, somehow, There are…carefully selected cuts from my 1st photobook

Eeh! I'm looking forward to how those photos will look! lol

The other day it was my 7th book…

Aaah!

I didn't end up writing about the photobook after all I said that I wanted to write, This page is like this and this page is like that oh wow

But with that, Everyone who ordered through Wani Books, it will be a bit longer till they're delivered🙊🙊

(Thank you very much for the many orders)

What do I do

Well, next time🙃🙃 lol

First off, the panel exhibit! Please definitely go and see it!

Ah, what I wanted to write about today was,

about this!!

This digest includes live footage, Isn't it amazing, aren't you happy to see it everyone!?

Although its just a digest..

There is more to these good stuff about these songs! Its like that but, there is kind of a lot🫣🫣

This digest is already enjoyable, The entirety of the album is even more enjoyable,

Really look forward! Towards its release!

If you're not sure on it, I hope this digest will reach you…

.💿💿

Photobook On Sale🤍

Play▶️List

Morning Musume '24 Ishida Ayumi Graduation Commemoration "Graduaton Memorial CD"🍀

Preorder Deadline is November 22nd🍀

Also, older photos are being rereleased

📚 Released October 30th "Gekkan Entame" Ishida x Oda

→Thank you very much to the many who have already voiced having read it🎈

Releasing November 9th "BOMB" Ishida x Oda

→It has the atmosphere of loungewear~ so by all means🎈

Releasing November 15th "EX Taishuu" Ishida x Inoue x Yumigeta

→We had a talk about the album release, and towards my graduation🎈

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[toraleistripe]

So y'all wanna hear about a dumb thing I did to one of my dolls as a kid? 😅

Okay, so I recently found one of my Bratz dolls when I was going through some stuff that's been packed away in my garage for years. And this is a doll I've had since I was a kid, she's a first edition and everything. I remember being so excited when I first saw her, but she came in a two pack with her sister. I'm talking about the legends themselves, Roxxi and Phoebe.

I can recall the hype I felt for Roxxi like it was yesterday, oh MAN was I ever excited about that girl. But like I said, she came in a two pack with her twin sister, Phoebe. And I certainly don't hate Phoebe, but I didn't really care for her much back in the day, I only wanted Roxxi. I ended up getting the two pack, I don't think it was for my birthday or Christmas or anything like that, I think my mom just got them for me because I asked. And I ended up giving Phoebe to a girl I was friends with at the time since I didn't really want her that much in the first place.

And at some point over the years, Roxxi ended up in my garage, packed away with a bunch of my other childhood stuff. She was such a mess, I felt really bad when I saw her. She's not in horrible condition, but her hair was a mess and she has a few smudges on her face that I haven't tried too hard to remove yet because I'm kinda nervous, I don't want to accidentally damage her face paint somehow, so I'm not sure how I'll go about fixing her as far as that goes.

But anyway, her hair was a mess and felt kinda dry, so I decided to take her clothes off and wash her today. Well she didn't have her pants, I'm not sure where they're at, but she wasn't wearing them when I found her. She was only wearing her shoes, shirt, and jacket. And as soon as I saw her without her pants, I had a flashback to something I'd done to her when I was a kid, something I'd completely forgotten about until I recently found her.

Are y'all ready for this...

I painted, yes, PAINTED a swimsuit on her.

WITH NAIL POLISH 😅

YEAH, I SURE WAS A DUMBASS KID, LEMME TELL YA FKJGKDJKSJD

I vividly remember one of my friends painting a swimsuit on at least one of her dolls and for whatever reason I thought that was a GREAT idea, so I decided to do it too. And for whatever fucking reason, I decided to do it to Roxxi in particular.

So today, when I was cleaning her up, I was so frustrated with my younger self for doing that to her. I managed to get all of the top off (yeah, I painted a BIKINI on her, so she had nail polish slathered all over her in two different areas), but the bottoms were a lot tougher to get off, I managed to get most of the nail polish off her lower area, but there's still some there and IDK if it'll ever fully come off.

I also washed her hair with some Dawn dish soap, so hopefully that will help her hair look and feel better. She's drying right now, so I won't be messing with her again until tomorrow. But man oh man do I regret painting a fucking bikini on her. Roxxi, hon, I am so sorry I did you dirty like that 😭

I'll probably post some pics of her once she's dry, unless I end up having to wash her some more.

So in conclusion, here's a word of advice, do NOT paint swimsuits on your dolls, you more than likely WILL regret it when you're older and will end up looking back and cursing your younger self for doing something so dumb.

[mercy-burning]

Win Me Back

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: When Reader’s ex-boyfriend comes back to town, he finds a way to make amends— with a little help from her niece.

Category: FLUFF

Warnings: None other than a few swears :)

Word Count: 3k (I barely made the limit, folks, that was hard lol)

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NOTE: This is my entry for @homoose ‘s 2k Celebration!! And if this fic seems familiar, that may be because it’s a re-telling of the car-wash scene from Ramona and Beezus 🤭😂 It’s one of my favorite movie scenes of all time, it never fails to make me squeal, and I had SO MUCH FUN writing this!

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***

Y/N found an abundance of upsides to taking neighborhood walks with her niece. For one thing, it gave her a distraction, something to focus on as she made sure eight-year-old Piper wouldn't wander too far from the sidewalk. She found solace in quizzing her on the multiplication table as they made their way around the block, an activity in which Piper enthusiastically flaunted her love of numbers.

It was also nice to stay outside and take in the warm sun and soft rustling of the trees, though every once in a while all of it wasn't enough to keep the memory of Spencer at bay.

After all, it was kind of hard when he was back in town, and after all these years he was reaching out to her like he hadn't broken her heart in the first place.

"You seem sad, Auntie," Piper said, grabbing Y/N's hand as the turned the corner.

Y/N swung their arms together gently, smiling down at her with a tilt of her head. "Why d'you think that, hon?"

Piper gave a little shrug, her ponytail blowing softly behind her. "You don't smile as much. And you always smile when you're with me... And you asked me the same times equation 3 times in a row just now. You're distracted."

Y/N couldn't help the breathy laugh that escaped her. You sound just like Spencer... Instead, she told her, "Aw, I'm sorry, Kiddo. My mind is just in a... confusing place right now. But I'm very happy that you got to come stay with me this weekend, you always brighten my day." She punctuated her sentence with a little boop on Piper's nose, to which she giggled and asked for another math equation.

The two of them continued around the block a few rounds, though on their fourth and final one, Y/N noticed very familiar car parked just outside her house.

Heart jumping into her throat, she stopped in her tracks, and Piper kept going only to be pulled back slightly. The girl turned to her aunt and furrowed her brow. "Auntie, why did we stop?"

"Um... I just wasn't expecting any company today besides you..."

Y/N certainly wasn't ready to discuss everything that was going on with Spencer to anyone, let alone her eight-year-old niece who wouldn't probably understand or care anyway. So she explained it the best way she could, quickly coming up with a plan to avoid him as long as possible.

"See the car parked over there?" Y/N asked, and Piper nodded. "Well, that's an... old friend of mine... And we haven't talked in a long time because we don't really get along anymore. So when we get up to the house, he might try to talk to us, and I'm going to tell him that we're busy."

"He's not mean, is he?"

Sensing Piper's reservations, Y/N reassured her while letting her own contempt for her ex fuel the conversation. "No, but... He broke my heart. And he—"

"Y/N... Hi..."

She nearly jumped, mostly from surprise, but also at the fact that hearing her name coming from his lips and his voice and just him brought back a flood of feelings she'd rather have forgotten. Still, she turned to him and cleared her throat. "Spencer... Hi."

Piper suddenly let go of Y/N's hand, a small scoff escaping her. "Oh. Spencer..."

The two adults turned to look at her with surprise, though it was Spencer who spoke up. "You... know me?"

"Mhm," Piper returned with a nod, crossing her arms. "I heard Mom and Auntie talk about you yesterday, and she says you have a stupid, beautiful face."

"Piper!" Y/N screeched, heat rising to her face. "I... You can't tell people that, I— That's not... I..."

"Oh... I'm sorry, Auntie," the little girl said quietly.

Y/N was fully prepared to dig a hole and stay buried in it forever, and her embarrassment grew even stronger when Spencer spoke up again. "It's okay," he reassured gently, a small laugh sounding from his throat that regrettably gave Y/N butterflies. "You're auntie's definitely right, I do have a stupid face."

Before Y/N could stop the conversation altogether, Piper cut in quickly, being sure to add, "And beautiful."

Spencer's eyes flicked up to Y/N, drawing her in with amusement and charm, a fact which she hated to her core. Because it was working, and that was annoying as hell. "Yep," he said, never taking his eyes off of her. "And beautiful."

And then the corner of his mouth turned up slightly, flashing her the most amused, stupidly perfect smirk.

Piper started talking again, and for the second time that day, Y/N wished she hadn't even said anything at all, keeping this whole situation to herself.

"But we can't talk to you, because you broke Auntie's heart, and we're busy. C'mon, Auntie. Let's go." Piper grabbed Y/N's hand and led her up the rest of sidewalk until they got to the driveway. And even though it might have been childish to completely ignore Spencer as they walked past, not giving him a second glance, quite frankly she was quick to abort the situation as soon as possible.

Unfortunately for her, Spencer was persistent.

They were almost to the steps up to the door when he called out. "Piper! Can I ask you something?"

The little girl turned around, losing grip of Y/N's hand and greeting his gaze without batting an eye. "Sure."

Damn kids and their willingness to be nice to strangers, Y/N grumbled in her head.

"I know... your auntie is an important person to you, right?" Spencer inquired, walking up the driveway with his hands in his front pockets. Y/N swallowed, most certainly not noticing how the sun perfectly highlighted him in a glow that made him look more beautiful than stupid.

Piper nodded.

"Well... She's important to me, too. And I really hurt her feelings, but I want to make it up to her. Would you be kind enough to let me try?"

Damn him, Y/N grumbled yet again. Damn him, damn him, damn him to hell... Why was he so charming?

He'd always known that kids were a soft spot for her, and when they'd dated, they talked a lot about having some of their own  one day. Every time they took a walk in the park and they passed a kid, they always gravitated to Spencer, giving him the biggest smiles, and in turn he would give them a high five or perform a little magic trick to make them smile even wider. And Y/N melted into a damn puddle every time.

He knew exactly what he was doing, using Piper as a means to win her back, but even still, she knew that because of his gentle nature, most of it was... well, nature. Deep down, as much as she hated to admit it, she knew that he was a kind person. They may have ended things on bad terms, sure, and Y/N could pretend he was cruel all she wanted— The truth was that no matter how their relationship ended, he was a good man at heart.

And that's why it hurt so much.

Y/N thought for sure Piper would fall into his web, but she was pleasantly surprised when the girl responded with, "I don't know... I don't know if I trust you yet."

You and me both, Kiddo, Y/N thought to herself.

Spencer laughed again. "That's fair. Look, you can say no, but... How about I give you something in return?"

"Spencer, that's no—"

Piper crossed her arms and tilted her head to the side, interrupting Y/N before she could finish protesting. "How much we talking?"

"Piper!"

"Well, I was going to offer to show you a magic trick, but I suppose I could work you a deal... I only have a hundred bucks on me, would that be enough?"

Sure enough, Spencer pulled a one-hundred dollar bill from his pocket, and the young girl's eyes went wide. Y/N's did, too, but more likely than not it wasn't a means of excitement.

"You have yourself a deal!" Piper squealed with a jump. She ran over to take the money, meanwhile Spencer looked up at Y/N with a smile.

She didn't return it.

"Is there somewhere we can talk?" he asked softly. Kindly.

"Well, I'm babysitting Piper today, so you'll have to come back another time," she returned a little coldly, hoping that she and Piper had just scored a free Benjamin to pig out on ice cream while Spencer was left waiting forever for a conversation that was never going to happen.

Funny how eight-year-olds always had a way of making things more difficult for you.

"Auntie, Spencer and I made a deal. He gave me money, and now he has to make it up to you. Remember?"

Y/N groaned. "Yeah, yeah, I remember..."

"Well, how about I... take you guys out for lunch? My treat? If it's alright, we can go to McDonald's..."

"The one with the play place?" Piper gasped, immediately turning to Y/N. "Oh, Auntie, please can we go? Please, please, please?"

She looked up at Spencer, shaking her head in exasperation as he smiled at her, those sparkling honey eyes reeling her in whether she wanted them to or not. Then she turned to Piper and sighed.

"How fast do you think you can eat?"

***

Y/N was surprised Spencer didn't try to talk to her more on the drive over. Though, Piper did most of the talking, telling Spencer about how much she loved numbers and math, and he even quizzed her on some multiplication equations on the way.

If she wasn't so annoyed with him, Y/N would have melted completely.

It was the getting into the restaurant that worried her the most, though. She knew that once Piper ran off to play while they waited for their food, he would spend whatever short amount of time he had trying to win her back. And she was afraid of two things, mostly that she would end up crying in the restaurant, making a scene and wishing she'd never agreed to go, no matter how heart-broken Piper might have been. But there was also a small part of her, nestled deep into her heart, that was afraid she'd fall for him all over again.

He certainly made falling easy.

When the three of them stepped into the restaurant, it was easy to see how excited Piper was to be there. She gently tugged on Y/N's sleeve before looking up at her. "Nuggets, fries, and Sprite?"

"Apples, too, and you've got yourself a deal," Y/N said.

Piper nodded, not really caring but eager to go and play. So she sighed and nodded, leaving her with a, "Be careful!" as she saw the girl quick-walk over to the play area. There was a decent crowd that day, but thankfully no one in the restaurant seemed to have any grievances or knacks for trouble.

Spencer on the other hand... Y/N scoffed to herself, thinking how he was the most troublesome person in the area.

He proved her point by nudging her with his elbow. "She's a fun one."

"Yeah, she's somethin' alright," Y/N grumbled. "I can't believe you bribed her just to talk to me... If I didn't know better, I'd have thought you were being romantic. But I do know better, and you're just stubborn."

Spencer laughed, but she refused to look at him. "Aw, come on, give me some credit. You know I can be a little of both."

This time Y/N did look at him, squinting in a glare, like she was contemplating. "Eh... five to ninety-five. Leaning in favor of stubborn, of course."

"Obviously." The amusement in his voice made her hate his stupid, beautiful face even more than usual.

Thankfully he kept the conversation short after that, at least until they ordered. Since it was Spencer's treat, she milked his wallet for as much as she could afford to on fast-food. She ordered a large chocolate milkshake and enough food for her and Piper to share for dinner later— and probably lunch the next day, too. The amused chuckle Spencer let out as she was ordering did have her believing maybe she was being a bit childish. But the longer she thought about it, the more she stood by her actions.

He did break her heart after all. The least he could do was compensate through chicken nuggets and French fries.

The only thing she didn't count on, though, was how long it was going to take to make all her food, not to mention getting things done for other people. As she and Spencer made their way to the table, she realized she'd have to talk with him longer.

Spencer took advantage of this, naturally.

"So... How've you been?"

Y/N scoffed. "You show up out of the blue five years after you break up with me, and then have the nerve to ask me how I've been, in a McDonald's? Yeah, I've been great."

He sighed, his eyes flitting down to the table. "I know, I'm... I'm sorry. And I know I should have—"

"Spence, please don't... Look, I know... I know why we broke up, and I came to terms with the fact that your job was just to dangerous for us to be together, but... I mean, you weren't even willing to work it out, you just... ran away. That hurt."

"Y/N... I'm so, so sorry that it happened that way. I think about it almost every day and how much I wish I could have changed it..."

"But you can't change it. And now you... you show up here after all this time to—to what? Win me back? Use your kindness and your charm to reel me back in, like that'll somehow make everything better?"

He looked up at her through his eyelashes, the sight almost breaking her. "Maybe..."

"It's not that I don't appreciate the thought, Spence, because I do... I've dreamt about the day you'd come back and apologize, begging me to take you back... But I can't get hurt again. And you have to understand that."

"I do... Just..." His hands reached out across the table, gently touching hers. The feeling sparked something in her, something nostalgic and warm...

Something that felt a lot like home.

He was going to continue his speech, but a knock on the glass separating them from the playroom on the other side jolted them apart. It was Piper, a stern look on her face. "Don't try anything, Mister... You're still on thin ice."

She turned away then, running back to the slide when Spencer sighed. "I thought we had a deal."

Y/N laughed, nodding at Piper through the glass. "Even a hundred bucks and free food isn't enough to win someone's trust." Spencer looked over at her and waited, visibly swallowing. But Y/N flashed the smallest of smiles before finishing, speaking quietly, yet with all the truth and firmness in the world. "You have to work harder than that."

"Duly noted," Spencer replied, his gaze never straying from hers. "Looks like me and my stupid, beautiful face have some work to do."

Y/N rolled her eyes, leaning back in the chair as Spencer grinned like a fool... A stupid, beautiful fool. "Oh, alright... You know what... If you weren't paying for my mountains of food and giving me a ride home, that thin ice you're on would have just shattered under the weight of that comment."

"Oh, come on, it was funny."

"No, it really wasn't."

"Yeah, it was."

He stared at her, smiling until her forced frown slowly and reluctantly transformed into a smile of her own.

***

"Thank you for lunch, Spencer! And for the hundred dollars!" Piper skipped past him and up the driveway, stopping to turn and wave with her Happy Meal toy in hand. Y/N was carrying a bag of leftover food and half a milkshake, her stomach already regretting every choice she'd ever made.

"You're welcome, Piper," Spencer said, smiling at the girl. "And thank you for letting me get a chance to set things right with your auntie. You really helped me out today, I appreciate it."

"Sure thing. Just don't break her heart again, or I'll break your stupid, beautiful face. It'll turn into a stupid, ugly face then."

Y/N mentally face-palmed herself, turning to Piper and telling her to go inside and wash up. The girl gave Spencer one final wave and a smile as she did so, leaving the adults alone once again.

"Thank you..." he said quietly, shifting on his feet. "For giving me a chance. I really want to make things right with us... Make up for the way I hurt you, and... try harder. You deserve that much."

Years of heartache and trying to get over him begged Y/N not to believe it, but deep down she knew he was being truthful. He wasn't the type of guy to come around like this��especially with all the work travel he did—just to manipulate her into heartache again, with empty promises and hurtful intent.

She knew he was really willing to try to make things right, and that was a big start.

"Thank you... for saying that... And for making Piper's day. I know you didn't really mean to bribe her, but the fact that you did it anyway is absurd, so... I guess I have to give credit where credit's due."

Spencer laughed, and this time Y/N didn't hate the feeling of the butterflies in her stomach fluttering at the sound. "Well, I'm glad I could at least amuse you today. Does... this mean my romantic to stubborn ratio shifted a little bit?"

Y/N rolled her eyes affectionately, taking a sip of her milkshake. "Hmm... twenty to eighty."

"Still leaning in favor of stubborn, I suppose..."

The smile they shared in that moment felt more like the ones they used to share back then, officially kickstarting the slow, meticulous mending of their love.

"Obviously."

***

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Birthday Special with Ransom

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale X Reader Warning: implied smut, cursing, explicit language, slight angst, fluff, Minors DNI, 18+ Word counts: 973 A/N: I reuploaded it again since either I accidentally delete the post or Tumblr deleted it. This ideas came up after shitty birthday that I had. Happy birthday to all my fellow Leos! Hope you get a wonderful birthday! || Prompt: "Language"

Masterlist || Masterlist Bingo

Yes, it's implicit smut. Yes, you're probably near 18. But please, minors DNI :)

When you started dating Ransom, you just knew not to expect some romantic moments with him. The first Christmas with him, he decided to introduce you to his family. Not a great move especially he forgot to introduce everyone that you were his partner. You ended up helping Fran collecting empty plates and glasses.

Last valentine, you ended up eating the chocolate that you bought for him yourself. He did not visit, call, or even bother to text you. The next day you just found out that he spent the whole day trying to beat Harlan in Go. Did you get mad at him? Hell no. He was spending time with his grandpa, a big step that he made after dating you.

His birthday? You went all out with baking him cake and preparing a special dinner for the two of you. He went home overwhelmed. Both of you did not make it to the bedroom. The cake and the foods were ruined on the floor as he shoved them before lifting you on the table. It was upsetting you for a bit, but he was very happy. It was his birthday after all. Complaining was a bitch move – you thought.

Today, it is your birthday. All you want for your birthday are probably came from those romantic moments from the movie. Maybe a morning kiss with breakfast in bed, special dinner in romantic place, or midnight picnic under the stars. Those are just what you want, not what you get. As soon as you wake up, Ransom is sitting near the window as he reads some letters.

“Ransom, can you look at the calendar?” You try to give him hint. You circled today’s date, hoping that he gets it.

“You had an appointment?” He furrows his eyebrows, “didn’t you visit the dentist yesterday?”

“Hmm, never mind. I also forget why I marked that date.”

You feel like today could not get any worse. Your coworkers are absent, and you have to do more work on your birthday. Great. The waiter messes your lunch order, and you cannot do anything about it because the lunch break is almost over. Your dead phone cannot call Ransom to pick you up. As you step inside the house, you expect him to prepare you something. Instead, you find takeout packages on the kitchen table and unwashed dishes. He did not even leave you anything.

“Baby, your home?”

“Is that my last cookies?” You point the cookie bag in his hand.

“Yup. Want one?” His hand goes into the package, but he finds none. “Oops, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m gonna shower anyway.”

It takes a lot of strength not to cry in front of him. A simple ‘happy birthday’ would be great. Today is supposed to be your day, yet not a single great thing happened to you. The gloom and sadness completely take over your mood today. The shower is long forgotten as you sit on the floor and cry.

“Baby, is everything okay?” Ransom turns off the shower and sits in front of you.

“Today is my birthday”

“Oh, shit! Shit! Shit!” His face turns panic. “I fucking forget about it. I’m such a jerk.”

“Language”, you smile weakly.

“I’m sorry, baby. I truly am.”

He hugs you as he apologizes like hundred times. You already feel better, but he cannot stop apologizing. He curses at himself then kisses your forehead while mumbling sorry. It goes on repeat.

“Ransom, it’s not a big deal. People make mistake.”

“Look, I’m just a jerk and nothing could justify what I did.”

“It’s just a –“

You shriek as he suddenly lifts you up. He brings you on the bed and starts kissing you. It goes from your temple, deep and soft on your lips, your neck, and behind your ear.

“Let me properly apologize and give you my present.” He whispers in your ear. “I can guarantee it’s the best present you ever had.”

Despite the moment, he never leaves his cocky self. But you are too overwhelmed to be bothered by that. He knows every spot on your body as he explores it with his lips. Waves of pleasure keep washing over you until you feel like you could not take it anymore. But you are wrong. Your body always belongs to him, obeying every single command he gives it.

He holds you close as both of you come down from the high. Ransom reaches the blanket and covers both of you.

“It’s already past midnight, but happy birthday.”

You are too tired to answer him, so you smile and burry your face in his chest.

“I love you”, he whispers.

Your eyes open wide. You give him a surprise look. This is something that you never predict would happen. This is the first time one of you says it.

“What? Too soon?”

“I”, you give him a peck in his lips, “love”, another kiss, “you”, and another one, “too.”

The panic leaves his face as soon as you said it. This might be the best birthday you ever had, falling asleep with him holding you close and repeating the word “I love you” again and again until you fall asleep.

The next morning you wake up at the sound of car horn. You look around and Ransom is not in the bedroom. Peeking out, you see a brand-new car park in front of the yard. He steps out of it and gestures you to go down. You grab one of his sweater and rush downstairs.

“Happy Birthday.” He tosses the car key to you. You can see the smirk in his face. Cocky rich bastard.

“I don’t even know how to drive, asshat!”

“That’s how you say thanks?”

“What do you expect me to do?”

“Well, we haven’t tried it in a car, have we?”

[chasingpj]

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

"Bye, for now, puddles."

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

words: 6,220

warnings: a little angst, missing a meal, death of a parent, i believe that is all.

timeline: post sea of monsters

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a/n: hi hi! I'm so excited to finally get this chapter to you guys. I'm sorry this literally took a month. i was taking two writing-intensive courses this summer and i was just burnt out. i hope you enjoy it!

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A grunt escapes you; your contorted body weighs down the top of your suitcase as your damp fingers slip off the metal zipper. The unforgivingly humid weather provokes the heat of your efforts, adding to your discomfort. There’s urgency in your fingers, your frustration growing at each failed attempt to close your suitcase.

“Y/n! Hurry up!” Atticus shouts from outside of the Hermes cabin. As the zipper slips out of your grasp once again, you throw your head back in annoyance, hand coming up to push away wisps of hair that fall on your face. A familiar chuckle comes from the corner of the room, grabbing your attention from the wooden ceiling. Connor sits on the side of his bed; his comic book forgotten beside him as you fussing over your suitcase seems to be more interesting to him.

“It’s not funny,” you grumble, sitting onto your heels.

Connor rises from his bed, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk. He kneels by your suitcase, “It’s kinda funny.”

The corners of your mouth almost curve up, but you stop yourself, opting for a roll of your eyes instead.

“What the hades do you have in here?” The tips of his fingers turn white as he pulls on the little piece of metal. You shift your weight to the corner he works on, but it helps him as much as it helped you earlier.

“My brother’s left a bunch of books behind, so Lou Ellen and I split them up. She’s taking half, and I take the rest. We’ll study them and then exchange notes.” A hum of acknowledgment comes from Connor’s lips as he inches the suitcase closed.

“You guys are a bunch of nerds.” You squint at the other with a playful offense, and he laughs at your hardened features. “I bet you guys study more than the Athena Kids,” he teases.

“There’s a lot to learn,” you say simply, watching as he brings the zipper to the end. He leans back on his heels, and you move to take in the half-empty cabin.

The sight of the Hermes cabin being this tidy was foreign. There aren’t any sleeping bags on the floor; the belongings of your many cabin mates didn’t clutter the walls or the corners of the room as they usually do. It’s funny. There are always complaints of the cabin being too small, but it appears bigger without the mess.

“Will you and Atticus visit throughout the year?” Connor’s expression is hopeful. As the last day of camp approached, Connor’s wishes of a full cabin all year round became more apparent. The shift from a max-capacity cabin to a half-empty one must be a tough transition for social people like Stoll Brothers. If it were you, you’d be counting down the days of everyone’s departure.

You ruffle his brown locks, “we’ll probably stop by for, maybe, spring break?” Connor’s hopefulness begins to sag, and you frown. Spring break is pretty far from now, huh? “Depending on how mortal life treats us. You know, we might be back soon,” you add on quickly, hoping to lift his smile.

Though you wish to go home, you’re dreading all the supernatural activity you’ll have to deal with once you leave. Your father works tirelessly to protect the house, but entities always manage to get in. And if they can’t, they don’t mind hanging outside.

The hopefulness that faded from Connor’s face restores, and he gives you that famous mischievous smirk. “Well, I hope the ghosts bother you guys enough to come to visit early.” His tone is playful, but you can tell he meant some of his words. You laugh hesitantly and nod, rising from your suitcase.

“I’m glad you’re that eager to see us again.”

You thank him as he leans down, lifting the heavy suitcase from the ground for you.

“Y/n!”

“I’m coming!” You tug on the handle, glancing at Connor. “The year will go by fast, and soon this cabin will be bursting at the nails with new unclaimed people. Atticus, Lou, and I included. Anyways, you have your brother. You guys will find something to entertain yourselves.” You nudge him as you make your way outside.

“Yeah, you’re right. You will write to me, yeah?” Connor asks.

“Of course. I’ll send you snacks that you can’t buy at the gas station.” Connor’s arm pumps back to his side, hand in a fist as he hisses a “yes.”

The corners up your mouth hesitantly pull up as you push open the cabin door, finding Atticus and Travis talking on the porch. For the past week, the anticipation of your departure was killing you, but now that it was time to leave, you feel gloomy.

You knew the cause of your heavy heart was the uneasy tone of your going. Living day by day with the intention of moving on was hard. Because every time you look at their newly occupied beds, the sinking feeling in your chest returns. Every time you find yourself wandering in the forest, the memories of your often chaotic magic lessons flood your mind. You remember when Alice misaimed her wind spell, shooting Alabaster far into the trees. While you all rushed to check on him, Alice burst into tears because she was convinced she killed him only to approach a laughing Alabaster who shouted, “Right on!”

Every time you were in the Arts and Crafts center, you remember how you, Sage, and Lou would do Tarot Readings for the campers and how you would argue with the Apollo kids when they insisted your tarot cards are as honest as fortune cookies.

At the armory, you remember how Ambrose ran into James so hard, he stumbled and knocked down half of the shelves of weapons.

In the courtyard, you remember how Ernest, horrified by heights, produced the highest pitch scream he possibly could as he rode a pegasus for the first time under the persuasion of Alabaster.

All these memories, whether hilarious like your spell mishaps or bittersweet like when you and your sibling’s group hugged around Sage when she cried about her abusive stepmother, held a special place in your heart. Because the times where you laughed and cried together reminded you of the genuine bond, the family that was ripped away from you overnight.

“We'll see you guys soon. We should go. Argus will leave without us," Atticus says, relieved that Argus is still waiting for you on top of Half-Blood Hill.

“Have a safe trip, guys,” Travis says, patting Atticus’s shoulder before reaching out his arm and giving you a short side hug. You grab your things, hastily saying a final goodbye, and soon, you and Atticus are trudging up the hill.

Your free hand pats the pocket of your shorts, calming your worry of forgetting the necklace at the cabin. What rests in your pocket is a raw tourmaline crystal, now smooth with the help of Beckendorf, encased in a silver spiral cage.

You and Atticus carry protection crystals all the time, and they help with staying out of the radar of monsters and entities. After hearing Percy’s many stories of monsters bothering him, you figured he couldn’t be too cautious. Then after finding a spell in Alabaster’s many books that can dim down a demigod scent for a while, you decided to make him an enchanted necklace to wear.

You pack into the truck with Atticus right on time. Atticus sits in front of you, chatting away with Cecil as you make yourself comfortable in the back row with Ambrose. You frown; among the three other campers in the van with you, Percy isn’t one of them. Argus peeks into the back, doing a rough headcount. Great, now you’ll have to wait until next summer to give it to him.

Right, when you were going to chastise yourself for not giving him the necklace yesterday when you were done with it, a distant voice shouts, "wait!"

Argus halts in the middle of closing the sliding down and turns around. He shakes his head with disapproval while opening the door all the way, revealing out of breath Percy.

A smile widens across your face as he gets into the back seat with you, and you nudge Atticus’s seat.

"See, I told you we wouldn't be the last ones here.” You side-eye Percy, seeing the corners of his mouth pull up in amusement.

“Some people just don’t know how to get to places on time, huh?” Atticus says, and his eyes flicker to Percy before giving you a wide grin.

“Didn’t sleep in today, firefly?” There is a playfulness in Percy’s voice, and you smile proudly,

“Nope, not today.”

“It’s a miracle,” Percy mutters, loud enough for you to hear, and you scoff. Atticus snickers and nods in agreement.

“We were supposed to gang up on him, not you two on me.” You stick your tongue out at Atticus, and he returns the action.

“It’s more fun making fun of you,” Atticus teases.

“Rude,” you mumble with a slight smile on your face. The two boys chuckle, Atticus turning more into his seat to tell Percy something about a new Marvel movie. Excited voices fill the van as the other boys join in the conversation, and soon they are debating if Batman is really a superhero or just a rich guy in a suit.

You had to admit, as the conversation became more passionate, you were pretty entertained, but as you catch sight of Camp Half-Blood growing farther in the distance, you’re reminded of the ache in your chest. It’s only a temporary leave, but when you return, things will never be the same, and the false hope of your siblings returning has been proven to be foolish.

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Following a ghost dog while weaving through the hustle and bustle of Grand Central is almost impossible. Atticus’s hand is latched to the straps of your bookbag as you move through people, trying not to roll your eyes at the way Ambrose turns to bark as if he was reprimanding you for being too slow. Easy for him to say when he can walk through walls and people.

“Track 28,” Atticus reminds you as your eyes find the number written on the tan bricks of the high walls. You make a sharp left towards the entrance of another hallway, ignoring the groans of a grouchy bystander that you may have cut off. The next hallway you enter is a lot less crowded than the main floor, and you slow down your pace.

“Where do you guys live again?” Percy asks as he jogs up beside you. He had insisted on walking you guys since his train departs in the same station.

“Sleepy Hollow.” Percy scrunches his face as if he recalls something, and you smile, waiting for the question everyone asks when you say you live there.

“Have you seen the headless horsemen?” Percy asks, half-joking. A snort leaves your throat, and you look at Atticus, who’s equally amused.

“Oh yeah, plenty of times.”

“Really?” Percy asks, his eyes wide with surprise, and you laugh.

“No.” Your response makes his face drop comedically fast, and Atticus bursts into laughter. “It’s just a story, but there’s a lot of history there, so the place is crawling with ghosts. We’ve met the guy who wrote the story, though,” you mention.

“No way,” Percy squints his eyes in disbelief.

“I’m serious! Atticus and I take walks in the cemetery sometimes. We leave drachmas on the graves of newly passed people, so their venture into the underworld is smooth, but some people like to wander.” You shrug. “Washington Irving is one of those people.”

“Cool,” Percy says with such enthusiasm that it makes you smile. Ambrose turns around and barks again, standing at the golden entrance that leads to the grey tunnel lit with fluorescent white lights where your train waits beside the concrete platform.

“He always rushes us,” Atticus complains, and Harvey lets out a coo that sounded close to a groan as if he agreed with him.

The marble floors turn to concrete as you enter the tunnel. The blue and silver train on your left hums as it sits dormant in its station. Ambrose trots ahead, peaking into the doors and windows to find an empty cart to occupy.

As you follow a few feet behind him, your fingers fiddle with the necklace resting in your pocket. You’re regretting not giving it to Percy earlier because, for some reason, the idea of giving it to him now was more intimidating than if you had done it earlier on the bus.

Ambrose decides on a cart, and Harvey jumps off Atticus’s shoulder, squealing happily as he follows the hound while completely ignoring a worried Atticus trailing close behind.

"I, uh, made this for you," you sputter, the words coming out fast like vomit. Your fingers pull out the crystal necklace abruptly, and you put it in the palm of his hand. "It's black tourmaline. It has protective qualities; good at keeping negative energy, negative auras, things like that. I put a spell on it to dim down your demigod scent for a while, so you catch a little bit of a break. It'll last for a few weeks, maybe a month or two if the spell caught on well."

You bite your lip as Percy studies the necklace resting in his hand. "Wow, really? Thank you, Y/n. This is great.”

Nervous, you shift on your feet under his bright, smiling orbs. "It's no problem. After everything that happened at camp, I think it’ll be good for you to have one.”

Percy nods, his features softening all of a sudden, and he shifts. “Thanks for protecting me,” he says, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks. “Getting rid of that thing became more than you expected. I felt bad that I couldn’t help. Swords aren’t really useful when it comes to demons, huh?”

A small laugh of agreement leaves your lips. “It was nothing. I wasn’t going to let you be tormented by that thing if I could help it.”

An announcement echoes in the hall, reporting the departure of your train in a few minutes. You glance over, catching Atticus, Ambrose, and Harvey with their noses practically pressed against the window as they witness your interaction with Percy. The amused smirk on Atticus’s face makes you roll your eyes; he’s definitely going to tease you when you get on the train.

"I should go.” You face Percy again, catching him securing the necklace around his neck. The stone rests a few inches under his camp half-blood necklace. "Thanks for walking us here. Be careful getting home."

"You too…” he trails off, noticing your brother looking out the window. For a second, he seems as embarrassed as you do and a nervous chuckle leaves his lips. “Your brother is waiting."

“He’s so annoying,” you complain, and Percy’s next chuckle doesn’t sound as hesitant this time. "Well, uh, bye, for now, puddles,” you tease, butterflies dancing in your stomach.

"Bye, for now, firefly."

You both awkwardly wave at each other before you turn around, getting on the train with Atticus. With your gaze fixed on the floor, you plop into the seat next to him. You don’t even need to look to know he is smiling teasingly at you.

"How cute,” he teases, nudging your shoulder repeatedly with his own.

"Ew, shut up.” You shove at his shoulder, your nose scrunching as he flails his arms against yours as if you were fighting. Atticus chuckles and a string of sounds come from your familiars as they join in to tease you, and you couldn’t help but laugh too.

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The suburban streets of your neighborhood are filled with the chirps of birds and bugs and the sounds of cars that pass every once in a while. There isn’t much conversation between you and Atticus as you trudge up the hill leading to your dead-end street.

“Gods, I hope we can get inside without being seen,” you manage to say through your heavy breaths, lazily holding on to the handle of your suitcase as it rolls behind you. Ambrose’s nose nudges the back of your knees as if to encourage you, but it’s more cute than helpful.

“There’s no way that we are. Janie and Celia are always sitting on the neighbor’s porch.” You grunt in acknowledgment, knowing that Atticus is right. The neighborhood ghosts are friendly enough, but their company can be annoying.

As if on cue, you hear a delighted squeal from ahead the moment you reach the top of the hill. Two ladies wave their handkerchiefs in the air a handful of houses away.

Celia, the tallest of the two, wears a steel blue dress with a high neckline and a big bow tied on the base of her neck. She has a jacket button closed over her corset with a frill at the end of her sleeves. Her skirt is floor-length and complete, with ruffles cascading down its entirety. And, of course, no one can miss the high-crowned hat decorated with fake flowers, bows, and crimped fabric as it all sits on top of her blonde hair in an intricate updo. Janie, her sister, wears the same style of dress and headpiece only in a burgundy red. The resemblance between the two makes it clear that they’re siblings close in age. They have the same high pinched noses that jut in the air; both of their faces are regal like those in renaissance paintings.

You’ve seen them around for as long as you can remember. They were two sisters who died of scarlet fever a year before their first courting season, which was a big deal according to their constant moaning and groaning about it.

You look ahead, your expression blank as if their high-pitched voices didn’t fill the streets and they weren't racing toward you with their skirts in their hands.

“My word! It’s the end of summer already?”

“Atticus, you’ve grown taller!”

“What a handsome boy! Y/n, your shorts are too short, don’t you think?”

“It’s quite bizarre how such clothing is acceptable these days.”

“How beautiful you’d look in a gown like ours!”

“Where’s Alabaster?” Janie asks, attempting to circle her arm around Atticus’s, but he raises his arm to push back his damp hair to avoid the contact. She scoffs at his rejection and sighs.

“Alabaster was sweeter to us than you guys!�� Celia pouts. Your heart sinks a little at the mention of him. Of course, they’d ask about him, and of course, your father will ask too.

Gods! Your father will ask about him.

You had forgotten you’d have to break the news today. These past few weeks, you debated whether or not you should do it by letter, but it felt wrong. It was only right that he’d find out in person.

“We know you can hear us,” Janie huffs.

“I hope dad doesn’t work late tonight. Do you think Grandma will be waiting for us?” You ask. As annoying as it was having spirits follow you, it was a little fun ignoring them when convenient for you. Atticus nods,

“Probably-”

“No one’s home,” Celia cuts in, and Atticus pretends to shoo a bug away to conceal that he paused from her interruption.

“But I don’t think dad is going to take long. He said his last lecture ended at three,” Atticus continues, and you nod.

‘I hope grandma came by to visit. I missed her.”

“I just said no one’s home.” Celia snaps, and you press your lips together to hide your smile.

Atticus sighs. “I know, I’m dying for those moon cookies she makes us.” At the mention of those cookies, your stomach grumbles. You hope Celia was wrong because you’re suddenly craving your grandmother’s cooking and her company. Her funny stories and voice that’s always a little too loud for the indoors never fails to cheer you up. As short and frail as she is, her voice and personality could fill a room.

“Me too,” you say shortly.

“Hello?!” Celia waves her handkerchief in your face, and you persisted in ignoring her. Suddenly, a sound of disgust comes from Janie as she brushes off her skirt.

“Y/n, retrieve this monster of yours!” She squeals as Ambrose bites the fabric of her dress, tugging on it with a growl.

“Damn this dog,” Celia shouts, attempting to shoo him away, but yelps in surprise as Ambrose snaps his jaw shut near her hand. “Get this thing under control! Y/n!”

Your hand comes up to cover your smile even though the two are shuffling behind you and a stifled chuckle comes from Atticus. The sound of Janie’s heels on the concrete becomes louder as she rushes beside Atticus again, and your smiles drop. The sight of your house comes into view, and you tilt your head confused; your father’s car is parked in the driveway.

“You said no one was home?” You say out loud, and Celia gasps beside you,

“Now you speak to me?” She snaps, halting as you approach the fence. She stands tall, hands folded in front of her elegantly as Janie’s expression is gleaming like a child on Christmas. “Your father requested to keep it a secret, so I obliged his wishes. He canceled his last lecture today to make you both a meal. What a lovely man.”

Your hand finds the latch for the white picket fence as you smile at the familiar narrow victorian-style house ahead of you. A path of cobblestone leads you to the brick steps of the small porch.

Your home sticks out from the more modern American houses that surround the area. It’s an antique, a snippet of history, as your father likes to say. The house is a russet brown only because the bricks are so old they’ve darkened in color. The house accents such as the window trims, porch overhang, and columns are copper, and the hipped roof has brown tiles that look like fish scales. Beside the porch, the bay windows from both stories stack on top of each other, and above the porch roof is the dormer that’s a part of your bedroom.

Gods, you’re yearning to be in your room. You just want to pull out your Murphy bed from the wall and bury yourself in your sheets. The idea of being in bed puts a pep in your step, and you are careful to avoid the salt ring that surrounds your house.

A butterfly passes by your face, flying to the bunchberry bushes your father has planted in the front garden. Among the grass, there are various flowers and herbs that your father grows in the summer. You’ve inherited many things from your father, but his green thumb isn’t one of them. He takes his gardening seriously while you can barely keep the cacti in your room alive.

“Enjoy your meal! Come talk to us one of these days. We missed you two!” Janie shouts after you as you make your way up the stairs. You turn around, Atticus smiling at them.

“We missed you, girls, too,” he says as if he didn’t want to admit it. Janie squeals something about how handsome his smile is, and you scoff, amused as you grab the doorknob.

Once you push the door open, you're hit with a rush of deja vu. The history channel plays faintly in the next room as you take in the home you’ve missed dearly.

There are two bookshelves against the wall on your right, a wide ledge with pillows under the bay windows. A messy coffee table filled with letters and stacked with books sits in front of the comfy reading nook, letting you know that your father was recently hanging out there.

There is a brown mahogany staircase that ascends upstairs to your left, and right beside it is the altar for your mother. A statue of her rests in the middle of the rectangle table covered in a black table cloth. On top of it lies the many offerings for your mom. Herb-dressed candles burn beside bowls of fruit, bouquets, a crystal enamel wine glass filled with alcohol, feathers, and other things. You ignore the altar as you put down your stuff beside the door, following Atticus as he takes off his shoes.

“Kids?” You hear your father call enthusiastically from beyond the foyer, and you persist forward into the entryway ahead of you.

“We’re home!” Atticus announces as he enters beside you. Ambrose barks making a beeline to the right and behind the kitchen counter. He jumps on your father with so much force he stumbles back.

“Gods! Why does he look even bigger?” Your father exclaims through a laugh, fixing the round glasses that threaten to slip off his nose as his other hand grips Ambrose’s paw. He yelps in surprise as Harvey's claws rest on top of his head, clinging to his hair to steady himself.

The warmth and smell of home fill your senses as you catch your dad’s gaze. “Well, come here! Are you going to hug your pops or what?”

You rush over with Atticus. Both of you hug your dad tightly on either side of him, and you smile as he presses a kiss on your temples. “I missed you guys so much!”

“We missed you too!” The smile on your face falters as he looks up, scanning the archway as if he was waiting for someone else. You shift, not ready to be faced with the question, and you peer around his body to look at the food on the stove behind him.

Your father notices your interest, and he chuckles. “Come on, let’s eat. You guys came right on time.”

You shuffle through the kitchen with Atticus, making your way to the rounded table at the end of the kitchen.

“Dad, what have you been up to?” Atticus asks teasingly, and your father perks up.

“I've done a lot of things to keep me busy. I volunteered to teach summer classes while you were gone. I’m reading this book with a fascinating perspective of the shift from Paganism to Christianity in Rome. It’s an amazing read; I highly recommend it. Though, I don’t quite agree with it.” Your father hums thoughtfully. “Oh! And I bought gnomes for our garden! And the thrift store had this little house and this old lady figurine! I put it on the porch. I don’t know if you’ve seen it, but she’s the official guard of the door," he declares proudly. "And…” He twists and turns before heading to the bookshelves in the living room area. He grabs something from the shelf then he showcases a cartoon Dobby bobblehead with wide arms. A high-pitched cackle leaves his lips. “It completes our collection!”

“Woah! Where did you get it? We went to three different places for it, and we couldn’t find it.” Atticus matches your father’s excitement, and you snort at the two.

“I went to a mythology convention in Boston a few weeks ago. There was a game stop across the street from the center, and I thought, ‘why not?’ I went in, and I saw this little guy by the register.” Your father is giddy as he nudges the head and watches it jiggle in his hands.

You think of what your grandmother’s reaction would be if she saw all the things he bought on his trip to the thrift store. She’d definitely complain. She always said that even growing up, your father had a liking for knickknacks. On your shelves and counters, there are always little trinkets lying around. It even extends to the walls, a variety of paintings and diagrams are neatly hung beside each other. From the state of your house, it’s clear your father is a maximalist in its purest definition.

“Wow! That’s awesome!” Atticus reaches out his hand for it as your father brings over his entire collection of Harry Potter bobbleheads, the toys huddled in his chest before he places them on the dining table. “The whole gang can hang out with us for dinner.”

“I hope they like pasta,” Atticus comments, lining them up as your dad retrieves the pan of food.

Your stomach grumbles at the sight, and you’re quick to serve yourself as Atticus and your Dad talk about anything and everything. You guys discuss what your grandmother has been up to, how your father’s classes were going, which led your father to ramble so much he formed a tangent on top of another. The conversation was going so well that you were sure he wouldn’t ask about your summer, but you had assumed too soon.

“So enough about me! How was Camp?” Your father chirps, and you shift in your seat.

You smile with confidence to hide the wariness you felt. “It was great!” You figured if you keep your answer short, you could move past it quickly.

“Yeah, the usual. Fun as always,” Atticus adds.

Your father’s eyes flicker between the two of you, and the first thing he notices is the way your smiles don’t reach the rest of your face.

The clanging of metal utensils on glass plates fills the room as the both of you fixate on your food but neither take a bite. The camp was never a touchy subject. The sudden unwillingness to speak about it makes his eyebrow cock up in suspicion. His eye averts to the empty dining chair beside you and the dinner place settings that remained untouched. Alabaster was supposed to join your return home. At least, that’s what he had assumed.

“Did Alabaster decide to stay at his foster home?” There’s caution in his tone, and he’s taken aback at how both you and Atticus tense up. The clings of metal halt abruptly, and slowly, you move to glance at your father.

“Dad, something happened at camp this summer.” Now, it was your turn to have a tone laced with caution. Alabaster lived with you for months and quickly became a part of the family. Your father saw him as his second son, and you were afraid to break the news that he may never see him again.

“What happened? Did he get into trouble?” You frown at the sudden edge in his voice. Atticus shifts beside you,

“He took the others to go fight for the Titan Lord.”

“What?”

“Mother came to speak to him and told him that it was best to fight for the other side since their chances are better,” you say slowly. “They left at the end of July. Only Atticus, Lou Ellen, and I stayed at camp.”

Your father’s expression darkens, grief written all over his face. “And you haven’t seen them since?”

You shake your head, not wanting to delve into the details. “I don’t think we’ll be seeing them again in a while and not in the best circumstances.” Your father nods, understanding the implication in your words. “Mother promised that she’d take care of them if they fight for the other side. I didn’t want to go; it wasn’t right.”

“That must be why everything is rotting,” your father mutters more to himself. You furrow your eyebrows.

“Rotting? What’s rotting?”

“Our offerings to your mother,” he clarifies. “All the fruit I leave on her altar goes bad in a few days. The flowers wither quickly too. The garden, in general, hasn’t been doing well either. I didn’t understand why.”

Your focus returns to your plate. Suddenly, you weren’t that hungry anymore.

She must be angry, you think to yourself. A part of you wanted a sign from her to let you know if she was bothered you didn’t join. When the sign didn’t come, you assumed she didn’t care; that, in a way, you were dead to her. It didn’t dawn on you to ask how the altar or the garden your father dedicated to her was doing.

“Can I be excused?” You strain, your face a little hot, and you’re not sure if it was from your anger or from the tears you’re blinking away.

“Of course.” The warm smile on your father’s face fails to budge the dread you’re feeling. “You can be excused as well, Atticus.”

You miss the way your father and Atticus exchange looks as you stood up. There wasn’t a verbal agreement, but Atticus stands up tall, determined to make you feel better. He trails behind you, and suddenly, he slings his arm across your shoulders. “You know what’s one of the things I missed at camp?”

“What?” You ask, trying to ignore the heavy feeling in your chest.

“Beating you at Tekken,” Atticus teases. Your lips curve slightly; his playful nature manages to brighten up your mood a little bit. “Let’s play. I’ll go easy on you, but I’m sure you’ll still lose regardless.”

“You’re on,” you nudge him, and Atticus chuckles, walking ahead of you and up the stairs. Your hand grips the railing, and you walk up a few steps before halting, and your eyes find the front door.

“You don’t get it!”

“I don’t.” You shrugged, amused at the way Atticus’s eyebrows knitted in disbelief. He ignored you, grabbed the remote, and played the Star Wars movie again. You groaned, seeing the slanted letters move up the TV screen. “Atticus! I can’t watch this!”

“Why not?!”

“Well, first off, my dyslexia won’t let me read that quickly, and if a physically written prologue is needed before a movie… it’s not a good movie!”

“How dare you!” You threw your head back as a laugh bubbled in your throat. The exasperated look on his face was too funny. You had no desire to watch these movies, and you figured if you bothered him enough, he’d give up trying to show them to you. The shrug of your shoulders made him scoff. “Just watch it!”

A huff left your lips, and unwillingly, you returned your gaze to the screen. Suddenly, a hollow knock came from the front door.

“It’s late,” you said, but Atticus was too caught up in the beginning battle of the movie to pay any mind to you. Rarely did you get visitors, definitely not past midnight on a Friday. Cautiously, you rose from the couch and moved toward the door.

Rain erratically hit against your curtain-covered windows; the wind and cold made the walls around you creak as they adjusted. Whatever waited for you at the door, you just wished it was a person, not a weird ghost or monster. Your finger latched on the side of the curtain, allowing you to peek through the glass of your front door.

A gasp left your lips. Alabaster, soaked from the ruthless rain outside, was the last person you expected to see. But even though you didn’t expect him, you had an inkling as to why he was here.

Hastily, you unlocked the door and flung it open. “Al?” You sputtered; his green orbs were surrounded by tired eyes and puffy skin.

“He died this morning,” he strained. Your expression softened, and before you could say anything, Alabaster stepped forward and hugged your shoulders tightly. The raggedness of his breath, the shutter of his body, sent your chest a weight of sorrow. You couldn’t imagine being in his shoes and losing your father to a long battle with cancer at 14. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes; the person you looked up to the most was breaking down. You never thought he would need your help for anything, but it seems that you were wrong. “I’m sorry. You guys live the closest to me, and I didn’t know where to go-”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted. “Oh, Al, I’m so sorry,” your voice cracked, hands rubbed his back as a sob left his lips. A creak of a floorboard caught your attention, and you turned to see a confused Atticus emerging from the living room. With a sad look, he understood what happened, and soon his expression was mimicking yours.

“I’ll wake dad and get clothes,” he said, then rushed upstairs.

Your father didn’t even hesitate to help Alabaster, opening the doors of your house to him. In his greatest time of need, the three of you stood beside him, and overnight, he had a place in your home and in your heart. The three of you spent so much time playing video games, getting into trouble around town, learning magic. All the good times you and Atticus shared with him, were they really worth throwing away to fight with Kronos? You realize now that his departure was never only a betrayal to the camp but to you, Atticus, and your father, and you couldn’t help but think perhaps, you guys didn’t mean as much to him as he meant to you.

A shaky sigh leaves your mouth at the thoughts persistent to ruin your mood. The desire to leave camp was to avoid all the things that reminded you of your siblings, but now that you returned home, you realize that running away isn’t as easy as you thought.

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Prescription: Rest with a side of love

It's been a while... forgive me? 🖤

[based on a post I saw months ago - it's really taken me that long to write guys, what is this world..]

[part 1]

Pairing: Yoongi/Jimin/Hoseok

m/m/m

Sickie:Jm

Caregiver: Taekook [for now]

snz/sickfic

Enjoy...🖤

“Please tell me you have tissues?”

Jungkook blinked –  whatever he’d been about to type to Taehyung a second before was forgotten at his fingertips. He turned to look at the bedraggled appearance of his best friend, a look more tailored towards what Jungkook himself usually embraced as the elder tended to be a lot more conscious of his appearance and presentation, especially when hanging around campus.

 Jungkook had barely registered the innocent question he’d been blindsided with. Jimin had appeared out of thin air, which was even harder to believe considering how Jimin’s classes weren’t anywhere close to his own, not to mention that the elder was almost twice his usual size because of the thick, padded clothes he had on. That, and the fact that he just looked like a walking disaster. Jungkook hadn’t seen his hyung at their apartment that morning – he’d had to meet a tutor before his unfortunate 8am class, and even if he had managed the rare miracle of seeing either of his flatmates up and functioning before 9, he definitely wouldn’t have been awake enough to be able to realise it – but from the mess of tangled blonde hair and the rosy sheen on Jimin’s cheeks Jungkook was certain that something was wrong.

Jimin rested his head on his arms, folding onto the table that Jungkook had been sitting at studying for the past 2 hours and gave a miserably deep, muffled moan that made Jungkook wince and pat at his back in sympathy.

“Sorry, Hyung… I didn’t bring any with me today.” He frowned at the answering moan, whinier than before. “Are you feeling okay? I thought you had studio classes now? What are you even doing on this side of campus?”

Jimin pushed himself upright and rubbed tenderly at his nose with a sleeved wrist. Jungkook had a feeling that the elder must have resorted to his sleeves some time ago if his reddened nose and the dark splotches on the fabric had anything to say about it.

“I’m sick. My throat was sore yesterday, and I was a little stuffed up this morning, so I thought maybe I was getting a cold. Which, usually, I could push through in my classes, but my 10am nailed me hard and my whole body just feels heavy and achy. I barely had the energy to walk here, I can't even imagine dancing right now... This is actually starting to feel like the flu.” He sniffled wetly, then winced before angling his body away from Jungkook. “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t be near you right now. I just saw you sitting here, and I still have an hour before the bus gets here.”

"We live together, hyung. It's fine." Jungkook smiled softly, before a sinking feeling settled in his chest at Jimin's last words. “The bus?” 

Well that made sense as to why he was so close to the Science department then. Although Jungkook couldn’t imagine why he would want to get a bus back home. It was usually overcrowded, and he’d still have to walk ten minutes from the stop to their complex ,which wasn’t something Jimin enjoyed on the best of days. He shook off Jimin’s attempt at shielding him and slid the iced coffee he’d been sipping on for the last twenty minutes across the table. He may have momentarily forgotten about it and it had become slightly watered down, but he doubted Jimin would complain about a free drink if his throat was hurting. 

“Why don’t you get one of your boyfriends to pick you up? Or your brother?”

“My brother has an exam and Yoongi and Hobi are still in Daegu. They’re only planning on getting back in like a week or two.” Jimin shrugged with a punctuated sniffle and accepted the drink, lifting the cup to press the cool side of it to his cheek. He let out a soft breath that deepened Jungkook’s frown. “I haven’t even called them in a few days. There’s just no time… God, I just want to go to sleep. I feel like I’ve never had decent sleep in my life. I actually haven’t slept properly since Yoongi and Hoseok left. And my practises aren’t going as well as I want them to.”

“Exam season has been particularly rough this time round.” Jungkook agreed softly, not being able to relate exactly but sympathising with Jimin’s exasperated tone anyway.

He hadn’t even met the ‘boyfriends’ yet, always too busy, but Tae had and from the stories he had told Jungkook and teased Jimin about, the older two men seemed to be extremely caring and loving towards Jimin, not to mention Jimin was completely whipped for the two even after only a few months of dating. A part of him felt a little guilty at not having noticed his friend's lack of sleep, but to be fair, he wasn’t getting that many hours in either, so he probably wasn't noticing a lot. But surely his boyfriends would be able to lift Jimin’s mood even without being present. The elder had always revelled in attention, even if it wasn’t directly physical or overbearing.

 “… Maybe you should give them a call when you get back home? Or a text at least. I won’t be back until late and I think Tae is planning to work on his exhibition with a few of his classmates. So we can’t even try to help out with stuff right now… Talking to them at least might help, you know?”

“Mmm,” Jimin sniffled quietly but persistently as he finally sipped the coffee, slumping back over the table tiredly. “This day has been such a waste. I’m so behind on my final choreo, and I was supposed to help this freshman that’s in my tutorial class tomorrow. God, I don’t even know if I’m going to be able to pitch up to tutor my class this week. I can’t believe this happened… I took so many vitamins.”  

Jungkook tried to swallow his laughter at his friend's words. Leave it to the dancer to believe that would be what saved him from Finals Flu. Jimin hid his face into his arms with a muffled whine, the pitch enticing a few annoying coughs out that shook his frame. Jungkook reached out and sunk his fingers into his friend's hair, gently scratching at his scalp until Jimin’s breathing evened out again.

“I’m going to message Tae and see if he can drop you off at home, I don’t think you should take the bus right now. You feel a little warm and no one’s home to make sure you get there okay.”

The only answer he got was Jimin blindly pressing the barely cool cup back to his face, his forehead resting almost entirely on the table. Jungkook would have warned against it because, A] it looked like it had gone through multiple food wars and B] was probably riddled with germs, but it felt a bit too ironic in this case.

“Hang tight, hyung.” Jungkook brushed through the messy blonde hair again as he drew attention to his forgotten phone, Taehyung’s last stupid meme still staring at him in the open chat. “You’ll feel better soon.”

**

“Jiminie… You need to help me out a little here, okay?” Taehyung grunted as he shifted Jimin in his arms.

 He almost regretted having encouraged Jimin to sleep in the car when they had hit traffic. Climbing the flight of stairs leading up to their apartment was a challenge without having to carry dead weight and Jimin’s sleepy clinging was really narrowing down his movement. Taehyung was silently cursing himself for not accepting his friends offer to help bring Jimin up, but he doubted his flatmate would appreciate someone he didn’t know helping him walk home, so he’d just have to rely on any muscle he had gained from carrying around easels and canvas’ [and that one day that Jimin and Jungkook had convinced him that gym would be fun]. 

He stumbled on the final step and would have dropped Jimin if the elder hadn’t hugged him tighter, his cold, sniffling nose pressing hard against Taehyung's collarbone.

“I can’t believe you made me carry you.” Tae huffed as they got to their door. He pressed Jimin up against the wall, angling his body in a way to still keep Jimin aloft while he managed to slip his keys into the door and opened it.

“You offered.” Jimin murmured, rubbing his nose against Tae’s skin with a hope to quell the tickle that had started to rise ever since he’d gotten in the car.

“I guess I did.” Tae huffed out a laugh and slipped his arms under Jimin’s thighs before gripping him sturdily and walking into their home. “Don’t you dare sneeze on me, we can’t be friends if you do that.”

“Liar.”

Fair enough. They had known each other and lived together too long to actually be bothered by stuff like that at this point, it had happened too often in the past anyway – mostly his own fault – so it made sense that his threat was discarded so easily. Taehyung took quick, shaky strides into their cramped home towards their trusty, beaten up couch and dropped Jimin just as his arms gave out, almost collapsing on top of his friend from the momentum.

He gave an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head with a low chuckle as Jimin moaned and curled into the lumpy seat. Choosing to cuddle into the hoodie Jungkook had left there the day before rather than continue clinging to Tae, mumbling a deep curse at being dropped that felt about as harsh as being hit with a soft, downy pillow. Taehyung chuckled as he straightened his shirt and caught his breath, moving quickly to their bathroom to see if they had any medication.

“Tae…” Jimin called, his voice  a bit hoarser than earlier that he couldn’t completely blame on sleep. “Taaeee…”

“Yeeesss?”

“Bring a blanket, please.” 

There was some distant shuffling as the artist continued his search. Jimin took the time to kick off his shoes and adjust to a more comfortable position, which was a feat in itself on that couch. His body, which had been aching before, was now numbingly heavy. His thoughts were clouded and the insistent tickle in his sinuses was yet to leave him in peace. The room seemed to be freezing, even in his padding of clothes, but when Taehyung reemerged with two medicine bottles and his own weighted blanket, he appeared unaffected. So it must just be Jimin then. 

"You don't share this one." Jimin stated as Tae forced him out of his jacket before draping the red blanket over him and tucking it in. 

"Mmm, but maybe it will help you sleep. I know you kind of like the pressure on you as well." Taehyung brushed the hair back off of Jimin's face, smiling as his best friend melted into the touch. "There is some stuff you need to take as well. We don't have much, but it's enough for now. I'll try to get home earlier than I planned, or I'll call in a delivery. Delivery might be best, I can't cook anything edible anyways."

Jimin started to deny the claim, Taehyung really did try and sometimes it wasn't half bad, but his breath stuttered off into an abrupt, throat paining sneeze. 

"Ow…." He sniffled, shifted to release his arm from the blanket and pressed the sleeve of his shirt to his nose, already feeling more coming. 

"Bless you." Tae pouted, disappearing for a moment then emerging from Jungkook’s room with a box of tissues. "I need to go, but take some medicine and go to bed, okay? Or stay here, whatever makes you happy. I'll send food later."

Jimin nodded, gearing up for another sneeze that annoyingly just wouldn't surface completely. Taehyung called out a final goodbye and then Jimin was left by himself. No matter how much he rubbed at his nose or stared at the sunlight streaming through their windows, the tickle kept ebbing off just as he thought he'd finally get it out. It was driving him insane. 

Immensely frustrated, he grappled for the tissues to blow his nose. Proceeding to blow through 4 or 5 before he finally hitched his breath enough to catch a fit of itchy, damp sneezes into a tissue. Not that the tissue lasted long but it had helped a little. He plucked a few more tissues from the box, which surely would be finished by the end of the day, and blew his nose a final time before wiping his hands. 

He dropped the mess he'd created to the floor, a miniature pile of white beginning to grow. Then pushed himself up right, increasing the ever constant sniffling that he had been struggling with the whole day so far. The medicine was generic for colds and flu, and surely with how often the three roommates relied on it they must be building up some type of tolerance, but it was all that they had and was definitely the more affordable brand for broke students. 

Foregoing a spoon for the syrup mixture, Jimin sipped it twice before switching to the next and dry swallowing the pain tablet in the other bottle. It was a bit painful with how his throat flared, he probably should have swallowed the tablet first, but his head wasn't working properly. The sleep in the car had only made him more groggy than what he had been already, and the sneezing was definitely knocking some brain cells. Or at the very least masking them to a point of non-existence. 

He sunk back into his previous position, a fresh tissue pressed to his running nose as he panted warm breaths against his hand, somehow the feeling only added to how disgusting he was feeling. A part of him vaguely remembered Jungkook mentioning he should call his boyfriends, that part of him really wanted to. Yoongi would shower him with deep, soft words that would make him melt, and Hoseok would surely try his best to give any and all care that he possibly could over a call, and that thought alone was almost enough to make Jimin reach for his phone. But they were visiting their families, he didn't want them to worry about him even if a large part of him really did actually want them to worry about him. 

He couldn't be a burden. The two men worked hard at their jobs and often worked harder than they should in order to spend time with him together, and it wasn't often that they got to visit their parents and siblings at all. Usually just on main holidays. 

So as much as he wanted to, and he really really wanted to, Jimin refused to make the call. He was tired anyway, and the weight of Taehyung's blanket was reassuring in its comfort. Jimin would text them later, hopefully feeling better, but for now he shut his heavy eyes and let the wave of fatigue paired with his medicine take over his body. 

[lunarflux]

"i promised i'd forget, but you're all i see when i dream the night away"

bang chan x reader

genre — drama!au

suggested background music: x

note: like i said - i put a lot of my life into writing. something similar to this happened to me today, and i'd like to think that music is getting me through it. i wanted to add more of a "post credits" scene for chan and o/c, but this is how my day is going and how this situation ends.

The world never felt so heavy.

You'd never thought that scrolling through social media could create this bleeding ring in your ears, yet somehow here you are, unable to look at your phone. The photo you stumbled across had already been burned into your memory. There were times when you could forget what song you'd just listened to, and yet this one image had suddenly been burned, a permanent nightmare in your mind.

Your ex looked happy. It wasn't a bad breakup, but after a year, you couldn't expect him to stay single forever. You'd both agreed to move on, and while you swore you had, seeing the photo of him with a beautiful girl kissing his cheek made your shoulders heavy. Staring at your blacked out screen, it was like the photo was still there, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't keep yourself from seeing it. Every time you closed your eyes, there he was.

Happy.

You fumbled with your cell phone, placing it face down on your desk before your boss could catch you. It was hard to hide the look on your face. It was pain, sadness, and confusion. How was it that after all this time, you hadn't succeeded in moving on, but he had?

Was it you? Or was this girl really so special that you were worth forgetting?

The feeling of being forgotten - it's seeing the dust gather on photos and the doorknob that he will never open again.

It's over.

"Do you have the paperwork for the meeting tomorrow?" Chan popped into your office, placing a fresh mug of coffee on your desk. You'd started here only six months ago, but he already knew that you liked your coffee light and sweet. "Jisoo wants to make sure we're not missing anything before -"

"Yeah, I have it." You said curtly, looking back at your computer, typing away at your report. "I'll bring it to you later."

"I mean, I can wait for it if you have it ready."

"Chan," you looked up at him. "I said I'll bring it to you later."

Chan looked at you with mild concern. Sure, there were a lot of women in the office, and the men had eventually learned when not to step on toes in the case of any mood swings because of work stress. You weren't one of those people though. You were the type of person who'd rid the stress with a bar of chocolate and be done with it. You'd never snapped at him before.

"Okay." Chan backed out quietly. He ducked into the next office over. Knocking on Minki's office door, he peered in.

"Hey," Minki stood up. "I gotta bring these to the fourth floor, can you watch the phone for me?"

"Yeah, no problem." Chan smiled before taking a seat.

Ping

He knew that you and Minki were office best friends ever since you got hired. While he didn't mean to see it, Minki left his messenger open and slowly your messages came flooding in.

x: he moved on x: am i supposed to be upset? x: we broke up a year ago, so why do i feel so defeated haha x: maybe i'm just decomposing. why do i feel like this x: can we get drinks later? i know you hate it when i drink to drown out my sorrows, but i just can't be here right now.

Damn.

Chan swore he didn't mean to see all that. That would explain the mood though.

x: i didn't think i'd miss him this much. i just want to forget about it.

Taking in a deep breath, Chan pulled out his phone and made a call.

**

"Chan, why did you need me for this stupid client dinner? And who the hell has dinner at 4PM?" You continuously complained as he drove you down the road into the next district.

"Just relax, it'll be fine."

You rested your head against the passenger side window. As your breath fogged up the glass, you scribbled little hearts, peppered over the skyline as Chan drove. It wasn't until you started seeing signs that you realized you were at Banpo Bridge. Chan pulled into the empty parking lot.

"The client wants to have dinner here? What are we doing - getting takeout?" You jested.

Chan opened your door. "Go sit over there, I'll be right back."

You took your seat right by the edge of the water. The weather really was perfect today. The fresh air helped clear out your thoughts. Even though the breakup was a year ago, seeing that photo really made it feel like it just happened yesterday. Your heart broke twice, and yet you couldn't bring yourself to think that you hate him now. You loved him as a memory - a beautiful, happy memory, and it was time to let go now.

Chan re-emerged next to you, a bag with four bottles of soju and piping hot ramen in his hands.

"Um -" You nearly laughed at the sight of him struggling to carry everything. "Am I missing something? Are the clients your drinking buddies?"

"Sit, sit, please." Chan arranged everything down on the ledge.

"Not that I'm ungrateful, but I am confused."

"I, uh." He sat down next to you, removing his jacket. "I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me."

Stopping halfway from opening a bottle, you looked up at him.

"y/n, Minki had me watch over his desk, and I... I'm sorry, I saw your messages."

"Chan, that was private." You looked down at your shoes, feeling the heaviness in your chest again.

"I know. And I'm sorry." He grabbed the bottle from you and opened it himself. "Minki had to run to another meeting, and I saw how sad you were. I just figured I'd help you escape for a bit. I called in a favor from the interns to watch your stuff, so we could... do this, I guess."

You'd always known Chan was a softie. He was that guy in the office who never forgot about birthdays and important events. He was never late, and he would do everything he could to help out the new people. Even to you, he was a big help whenever you needed it.

"Again, I'm sorry." He poured two shots and handed you one. "But you looked like you needed it, so - cheers."

You watched him as you threw back your soju. You stifled a smile, "Pitiful, isn't it. Still feeling like you've been dumped even after an entire year."

Chan winced as the alcohol hit the back of his throat. "Not at all. Who said that a year was the right time to get over someone? There's no rule for that."

You continued to sip slowly, watching him open up all the snacks.

"I haven't had a girlfriend in years, and I swear, after my last girlfriend and I broke up, I couldn't stop thinking about her even because of the littlest things. It wasn't a bad breakup, but when you have so many happy moments with someone, you can't help but feel sad when you see that person making new moments with someone else. It makes you wonder if that could've been me, y'know?"

It couldn't be stopped. One deep breath and suddenly all the tears started pouring out. You couldn't control your breathing, and it felt like the weight of the world finally came crashing down on your chest, reminding you of every little happy memory that had to be released into the ocean like confetti.

Chan rushed over, placing his jacket on your shoulders. He hushed you, rubbing your arms to warm you up. Crouching down in front of you, he pulled you up and brought you into his chest.

"Wait, I'll get makeup on your shirt -"

He laughed at your childish worries. "It's just a shirt. Just go ahead, it's okay. I can get it dry-cleaned, and you're worth more than some shirt."

Feeling your tears soak up in the cotton, you just cried, and Chan let you until it felt like there was nothing left. You chest was still heaving, but you felt the weight lift slowly. The sea air started filling your lungs again like an icy burn.

"I'm sorry." You finally looked up, mascara stained on your cheeks. You smeared what you could from your face before sitting.

"Stop apologizing." Chan sat down beside you again. "Do you feel better?"

"A little."

Placing his hand on yours, Chan smiled. It was a warm gentle smile. He squeezed, "It will get better. I promise."

"I just feel like everyone keeps moving on, and I'm just stuck here."

"Where is 'here' to you? 'Here' to me is existing with a good job with good friends and a good life. 'Here' is anything you're doing happily without him." He reached up to cup your cheek. "I know you feel miserable, but your body won't let you feel this way forever. And neither will I. Please don't feel as if 'here' is an awful place. 'Here', you have me, and I'll stay until you're not sad anymore."

Peering up at him with red eyes, you smiled with whatever energy you had. Sadness still sat on your shoulders, but it didn't feel so awful anymore.

Chan nodded towards you.

"Until you're not sad or until you ask me to leave - I'll be here for you."