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xbaepsae · 4 years ago

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the ebb and flow | part two

“It’s probably foolish to engage in this trivial bickering with Jeongguk, but you can’t seem to help yourself. He always manages to get under your skin—knowing exactly what to say to tick you off.”

[demigod!jeongguk x demigod!reader]

genre: percy jackson!au, mythology!au, demigod!au, enemies to lovers!au, action

word count: 2.1k

rating: pg-13

warnings: capture the flag but demigod style (aka kind of dangerous), language, the reader and jk arguing A LOT lol

a/n: & here is part two. takes place two years prior to the first drabble! also, as an fyi, the series timeline will be continuing to jump around a little throughout each part (to help give context to the reader and jk’s relationship!). xoxo

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the third summer – in which you don’t capture the flag

As a year-rounder at Camp Half-Blood, you’re used to not having that many campers being around all the time. Of course, you enjoy the stillness of the morning—if you ignore the nymphs who have nothing better to do than sing their hearts away—and the smaller classes, but there’s just something special about the bustle of full cabins and warm campfires.

So, when the summer session finally begins, you can’t wait to see all of your friends again. Since you don’t get to venture out into the real world all that often, except to visit your dad a few times a year, you listen intently to everyone’s stories. Like your friends, you wish that you had super interesting stories about near-death experiences with monsters; however, maybe not having any is actually a good thing.

“I was just casually walking down the street when this Fury just attacked me out of nowhere,” Haru explains with wide, animated eyes.

Your eyes part equally as wide, taking in every word that drips from her lips. “How did you escape?”

Haru smirks, highlighting the glossy pink of her lips. “Charmspeak.”

Although charmspeaking is a trait that children of Aphrodite can possibly possess, there aren’t actually that many demigods you know who have the ability. “That’s so cool! I can’t believe you and Seokjin can both do that!”

Sometimes, you wish that you had special abilities like other demigod children. All your mother gave you was the innate ability to strategize and create, which isn’t that helpful all the time. You voice this thought out loud to Haru, to which she just scoffs like you’re an idiot for even thinking that.

“Y/n, that is a great skill—it’s super helpful when you face adversity and during capture the flag, which is tonight by the way.”

A beat of excitement courses through your veins at the reminder.

The first capture the flag game of the summer is always an adrenaline rush. Not only does it set the tone for the rest of the season, but it also brings forth some interesting alliances. After all, everyone wants a good track record.

From what you heard in your cabin earlier, Athena was trying to form an alliance with Ares; in a sense, it would be an automatic win. Battle strategy and brute force is always a good match in any given situation. However, rarely does Athena and Ares play on the same team—both cabins are too competitive for that.

“Are you going to participate today?” you ask, nearly laughing at the scrunch of Haru’s face.

“I mean, I guess so,” she shrugs, but you aren’t convinced. Aphrodite’s cabin usually doesn’t partake in rougher activities. “Now that I know I can Charmspeak, I want to try it out.”

Haru does have a good point. You really want to see it in action too. “Why don’t you join my cabin?”

“I thought head counselor was the only one who could make alliances?”

“I mean, I’ll mention it to Jinyoung if you’ll mention it to Sora?” You smile, and Haru agrees with a laugh.

Later that evening, before dinner, Jinyoung collects you all for a quick debriefing. He agreed earlier to your proposition about Aphrodite joining your ranks; however, you are almost positive he only agreed because he kind of has a thing for Sora. He just doesn’t realize it yet.

“Okay, gang…the plans with Ares fell through—as expected—but do not fear,” he combs a hand through his blonde hair. “Tonight we have alliances with Aphrodite, Apollo…”

You zone out as he lists a few of the smaller cabins of the minor gods, already thinking about the best way to approach the game tonight. From what you can remember about the games that Ares has led, their flag isn’t placed somewhere tricky—they’re not super good at that. However, what are good at is defense; they’re not children of the war god for no reason.

“…and last but not least, I snagged Poseidon’s cabin!” Jinyoung finishes with a triumphant smile, like he’s so proud of his accomplishment. Unfortunately, you catch what he says and your stomach sinks, an irritated sneer already stretching across your face.

“You’re joking.” The words pass your lips without a second thought.

Jinyoung settles his eyes on you. “Now, y/n, I know you aren’t too fond of Jeongguk, but—”

“He’s insufferable,” you argue, interrupting him. “After what he did to me last year, I can’t stand him.”

“It’s just one game of capture the flag,” Jinyoung tries to console you. “From what Poseidon’s head counselor already told me, Jeongguk expressed the same feelings when our alliance was announced earlier.”

“Good,” you scowl. “As he should, that little punk.”

Realizing that he isn’t going to change your mind, Jinyoung continues with his debriefing as you mull over the thought of having to be on the same team as Jeon Jeongguk. In the past, you’ve both been on the same team a few times; but that was before all the arguing started. Before all the pranks and determination to beat each other surpassed everything else.

At dinner, you scarf your food down as you burn holes in the back of his head. Namjoon catches your intense stare and knows that he probably should leave you alone. By the time your cabin’s flag waves to the sound of the conch horn being sounded, you’re no longer feeling as heated by the idea of Jeongguk’s irritating presence.

Until he settles beside you on the pavilion.

“Go away, Jeon.”

“Is that really how you should speak to someone you haven’t seen in months? Much less, someone on your team?” he smirks with sparkling eyes, clearly enjoying your reaction.

“I don’t give a shit about you,” you narrow your gaze on him, before picking up a sword and shield that suddenly appears on the table. “So, would I care about how I speak to you?”

You can tell that he wants to say something else, but Chiron’s voice stops him. “Okay, heroes, you all know the rules. Like always, the forest is fair game, and the creek is the boundary line. You can use your weapons. Don’t kill anyone—gods forbid—and only two may guard the flag. I’ll be around if you all should need me.”

As everyone picks up their own weapons, Jinyoung yells for your cabin and alliances to follow him to the north while the other team heads south. Behind you, you can hear Jeongguk following closely, but you don’t spare him a single look. Instead, you turn to Haru.

“I’m glad you decided to join.”

“Yeah, Sora was super excited when I told her,” she says, and you both laugh. “Of course, I might’ve added a little white lie about Jinyoung personally wanting her on the team. I’m sure it’ll be fine though.”

Haru looks ahead and your eyes do the same, catching the pretty brunette walking alongside your head counselor. “I agree.”

When Jinyoung stakes the flag along the creek, much to the delight of Poseidon’s cabin, he motions you towards him. When you’re beside him, he says, “I want you and Jeongguk to guard the flag.”

Your mouth drops. “Jinyoung, I always play offense. What the Hades?”

“Let’s call this, a test, shall we?” his eyes bright under the setting sun.

“Is this because I questioned your judgement on having Poseidon’s cabin join our team?” you frown.

Jinyoung sighs. “Like I said, this is just one game, y/n. There are still plenty of Friday’s left in summer. You can retrieve the flag another day.”

Even though you abhor the idea of having to defend the flag with Jeongguk, you know Jinyoung’s right—it is just one game. You should trust the plan he has today—even if it’s different from the one you originally had in mind. “Fine.”

As the game begins, you settle close to the flag, eyes sharp and body on guard. You also make sure to stay a considerable distance from Jeongguk, not wanting to get distracted by his big mouth or annoying attitude. However, this proves to be difficult because he can’t seem to take a hint.

“What’s your strategy today, miss goody-two-shoes?” he asks, taking a step closer to you.

Turning to face him, you offer a glare. “Be quiet and watch for red.” You’re referring to the other team.

“Don’t you say that Athena always has a plan?” Is he mocking you?

“Athena does,” you reaffirm, crossing your arms over your chest. “What about Poseidon? Bet you don’t have a plan at all.”

Jeongguk shrugs. “Dad always relies on instinct, you know; going with the flow.”

You hated that so much. “That’s stupid and reckless. One should always have a plan.”

“Who needs a plan when you have water on your side?” And as if he’s trying to prove something, he begins to bend the water in the creek. The only reaction you have is to roll your eyes. Yes, being able to yield water is a beneficial skill, but—

“Jeongguk, you’re not always going to have water around,” you say, causing him to drop his act. “What in Zeus’s name are you going to do if you’re stuck in a fucking desert?”

“There’s water in the desert.”

“If you’re lucky.”

“Then, I guess I just have to be lucky.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes again. “You’re impossible. You would die in the desert.”

“What would you do in the desert?” he throws your question back at you. “I bet you can’t think of a plan off the top of your head.”

Jeongguk takes another step closer to you and for the first time, you realize that he’s taller than you this summer. In fact, he towers a few inches above you. When did that happen? Shaking the thought away, you proceed to answer his question. Little does he know, you’ve actually thought about this scenario; unlike him, you have a plan.

It’s probably foolish to engage in this trivial bickering with Jeongguk, but you can’t seem to help yourself. He always manages to get under your skin—knowing exactly what to say to tick you off. And in the heat of this back-and-forth, you fail to catch the movement within the trees. By the time your reflexes kick in, it’s already too late to have the upper hand in the situation.

From the corner of your eyes, Park Jimin lets out a battle cry as he suddenly leaps for the flag. For a son of Ares, he’s small and doesn’t seem like much; however, in the years you’ve known him, you know that he shouldn’t be underestimated. After all, he’s his cabin’s pride and joy.

“The flag is mine!” he yells, fingertips within reach of the gray flag.

“Oh, no you don’t Park!” you yell equally as loud, moving to step in front of him. Just as you bring your sword up, ready to force Jimin back, something strange happens. Suddenly, your feet are no longer on the ground. You’re being swept away—by water. Your entire bottom half is soaked. “Jeongguk!”

As your head falls underwater, you realize that Jeongguk used the creek in attempt to stop Jimin. However, why are you the one getting caught in the current? When you get out of this mess, you are so ending him.

After a moment, the water recedes, and you finally catch a breath. Jimin—who is completely dry, by the way—already has the gray flag in his hand and a triumphant smile is plastered on his face. Around him, his cabin begins to cheer and praise him. You’re irritated that the son of Ares managed to snag the flag from right under you, but you’re even more furious at the person who caused you to stumble.

By the creek, Jeongguk stares at you with wide eyes and parted lips—like he didn’t mean to almost drown you. You realize that the son of Poseidon tends to fuck up a lot in your presence because this isn’t the first time you’ve been drenched in water due to him.

“Holy Hera, what happened to you?” Haru suddenly appears in front of you, a confused expression across her face. “Why are you wet?”

If you weren’t so mad, you’d be shivering due to the cool evening. However, all you can see is red. “I am going toss him into Tartarus!”

By the murderous expression on your face, Haru doesn’t even need to know who you’re talking about. All she does is look at the son of Poseidon with pity as you begin charging towards him, probably with the intent of causing serious damage.

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sevenclowds · 7 years ago

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ang's epic adventure 2k17

The extremely long-winded, full director’s cut, bonus edition of 4 days spent chasing round the country after Frank Iero. I don’t expect anyone to read all of this, but I wrote it for my benefit bc I don’t want to forget any details of my epic adventure. Warning: very long and emo. Scenes of crying & general fangirling.

LIVERPOOL Sept 21 2017

I got the train down from Edinburgh to Liverpool in the morning and arrived around lunchtime. It felt weird being on my own so far from home yet this area is where I grew up so I was both home and far from home and it was the oddest combination of feelings. I wandered around the city listening to the scousers and enjoying hearing that accent again. My hotel for the night was Parr St Studios, a really cool place that is still a working recording studio that has been used by the likes of Coldplay, Pulp, and The Smiths, but still manages to find space for a few hotel rooms. I have to say, even though I was forewarned about the noise on the website, it is without doubt the loudest, least restful place I've ever stayed in. Imagine trying to get some shut-eye on the floor of a night club and you might have some idea. I still loved the place, don't get me wrong and would stay there again in a heartbeat because it was so cool. I sat in my room that afternoon listening to the same guitar riff being played downstairs over and over and over for 2 hrs. It was pretty catchy until they added some autotune vocals which, if they want my opinion, sorta spoiled the vibe. But I was in Liverpool, the home of good music, in a literal recording studio, looking out at The Arts Club, where Frank and the boys would be playing that night. I was happy and buzzed. Life is good!

View from my window:

The Arts Club is that building with the checked brick design. From my perfectly placed spying window, I could see the band coming and going out the side door. Matt came out for a cigarette, Frank came out to make a phone call, Derek Zanetti came out in his floral sweater and hugged some random person, one of the Paceshifters crew paced and shifted. It was compulsive viewing. (If you zoom in really far you'll see Matt outside smoking.) I see you, Matt Olsson.

At 7pm I made my way down in the rickety lift (one of those old fashioned ones with the grille and concertina door that gives you a workout just trying to get in the damn thing) and walked next door to the Arts Club.

THE SUPPORT BANDS Paceshifters This Dutch trio consists of a pair of super-cute brothers with nice hair and a half-naked drummer. They've obviously listened to a lot of Oasis/Smashing Pumpkins bc the lead singer has a similar grungy nasal voice. Some of their songs go on a bit and have quieter contemplative moments that are probably great to listen to at home, but make the folks at the show head for the bar. Overall, a promising act. I liked them a lot but I think they were maybe just a little too nervous to project their presence fully.

The Homeless Gospel Choir Derek Zanetti, aka THGC, arrives onstage and instantly owns it. With his flowery sweater, slightly out of tune acoustic guitar, big earnest blue eyes, large glasses, and his heart on his sleeve, he proceeds through his set of "folk punk protest songs" like an endearing steam train, gathering speed and the audience's attention as he goes. "This is a protest song!" he yells before every single song, and we can't stop smiling and laughing and cheering him on. He's the very definition of punk: an outcast, no longer trying to fit into any mould, proud to be different, and reminding the room that we're "never gonna be normal cause you're a punk!" I luff him.

Dave Hause & the Mermaid So after all that excitement, on comes Dave Hause and his mermaid friends. I'd love to like this band, but for some reason they offend my musical sensibilities. To my ears, their sound is very middle of the road rock, the kind of thing I used to listen to in the late 80s/early 90s before Frank & co were old enough to invent good music. Perhaps that's my problem with them, they remind me of past times, and I've moved on from the Bryan Adams phase of my life and don't particularly need to revisit it. The band is competent enough, but I just wish they had some songs that made me feel alive and want to clap my hands of my own accord, rather than being forced to clap by a frantic Dave Hause whose sole purpose in life seems to be to make every single audience member clap along to every single second of the show while singing 'Oh-oooohh", which incidentally, seems to be the chorus of every song. Two identical blokes near the front pumped their fists and sang to every single word, so obviously my lukewarm opinion wasn't shared by everybody. Plus, Evan clearly enjoyed them, because I spotted him up on the balcony taking some video during their set:

FIATP Finally, to the dramatic strains of the Interstellar soundtrack, our heroes took to the stage. As the first guitar chords rang out, they were completely captivating as usual. Their set consisted of a mix of old and new, BFF and No Fun Club from the new EP, and Helter Skelter to please the Beatles fans in the audience. Frank told us, "We're going to play some songs tonight that we haven't played in a long time. There's some songs that we don't normally play. There's some songs that we do play a lot so, uh, you can just pretend to be surprised by all of them!" At one point someone shouted, "Matt Olsson is sexy as fuck!" to which Frank shot back, "That might not be true!" Nice to see some Matt love :) The crowd, although very enthusiastic, wasn't quite as lively as I'd imagined a scouser crowd would be, and nothing like as rough and bruise-inducing as the Glasgow crowds I grew up going to shows with. I think a lot of that was to do with the stage being so wide which made the audience seem a little sparse. Even at the back, there would be only about 10 people in front of you. Overall, though, it's a wonderful venue for being able to see the band because everyone is close and I got some great pics and video :)

Videos: BFF | I’m a Mess | Helter Skelter | Matt Olsson love

After the show, I wandered among the merch booths. The Paceshifter boys were looking a little sad and lonely so I signed up for their mailing list, took a sticker and told them I liked their stuff. I felt like a mother trying to give encouragement to her kids. You did great! Keep up the good work! I made Paul Paceshifter smile so my work was complete. Then I bought a 5 quid patch from the Homeless Gospel Choir and Derek was so appreciative you'd think I'd just paid off his mortgage. He asked my name, took my hand, looked at me with those piercing blue eyes of his and thanked me profusely for my generosity. I got a photo with him. "We're two peas in a pod!" he said. I'm not sure what he meant but I just laughed and agreed...

Then I noticed Evan on the stage, coiling up cables, and figured I'd annoy him next. I shouted his name and he came over and we chatted about the fact that I'd met him in Baltimore (I don't think he remembered me but whatever, I still consider him to be my friend dammit!) and that we'd had a conversation about Nando's being his fave British restaurant. I asked him if he'd had his Nando's fix yet and he said yes he'd eaten lunch there and then proceeded to natter about how good their chicken is and how he can't get it back home. He said he'd felt really off tonight because of jet lag and that he'd played probably his worst show ever. I told him I disagreed and that I thought he did great (again with the parental pep talk wtf). Then I remembered that @phantomseverywhere would kill me if I didn't get a pic of Future Husband™ so he came and sat on the edge of the stage and we got this pic:

He said he was so exhausted that he didn't think his image would show up in the photo. Bless. Poor Evvie.

I went outside and there were so many people out there. It's a busy night club district and apparently Thurs night is party night for Liverpudlians. I went back to the hotel briefly to get some wifi so I could send updates and pics. Then I came back down at midnight to see if the band were out yet. There were a fair number of fans standing around waiting but gradually they all trickled away until it was just me, a 14 yr old called Mia and her dad, and a small group of maybe 6 people. I struck up a conversation with Mia because she was sweet and had X's on her eyes. This was her first time seeing Frank and she was super excited. Then Frank came out, wheeling a box of equipment down the road and across the cobblestoned street (they must hate Europe!). Mia was like, "It's Frank! OMG it's FFRNAK!" and we got to shake his hand and get some photos and he said he'd come back out and chat after they'd loaded the van. He looked very cold with at least 3 layers, hood, hat and thick gloves. It wasn't actually very cold at all. Bless our Frank and his lack of circulation.

All the bands were loading their own equipment into the van. I guess I thought they might have crew to do that for them but they only had a skeleton crew. (So very proud of that joke! Sorry, couldn't help myself.) I kinda felt like asking them if they needed help (again, mom mode) but would they find that weird and I expect they're very protective of all their expensive kit and wouldn't want the likes of us touching it. A group of drunk girls walked past, and asked if they were famous. "Who are you? Have we heard of you? Are you famous?" To which Alex replied, "Yes, we're all famous!" but the girls obviously didn't believe him and walked off. I said, "Alex! I know you're famous. Can I get a photo with you?" and his little face lit up. He complained that no one ever recognizes the bass player, to which I reminded him that I did indeed recognize him and here we were taking a selfie and could he please shut up and smile ;)

Then Frank wandered over to us, clearly ready to sign things and chat. Mia had a sharpie so we all got stuff signed. Someone said they would be at the Glasgow show in Oct and he said that show is on the year anniversary of the accident. I asked him how his shoulder was and he said, "It suhks! I'm in constant pain." :( I asked him if he was getting massage therapy and/or physical therapy and he said he was getting PT. He told me he'd torn the tendon from the bone, so it sounds like a rotator cuff injury, which are notorious for taking many months and even years to heal :( He said he'd been offered surgery to fix it but didn't really want to go under the knife. "I don't want them to cut me." (OMG could he be more vulnerable and lovable?) He said, "Is it getting any better? No. But is it getting any worse? No. So I'm just going to wait it out for now." I left feeling so immensely grateful that he puts on shows for us and plays that damn guitar even though he's in pain. Props to you, kiddo! You're amazing!

I went back to the hotel and spent 2 hrs coming down from the high of meeting Frank. I'd finally met him. Bloody hell, it's been 12 years and I got there eventually, due to a gargantuan effort, meticulous planning, and much expense in plane fares and hotel bills. Totally. All. Worth. It. I messaged my husband and he was so excited for me. He posted to Facebook, “If your wife’s going to run off with someone, it may as well be Frank. No shame in that.” Love that man and his tolerance of my weird hobbies :) At about 3.30am I eventually figured I might be calm enough to sleep, but the noise was un-fucking-believeable. My window was locked open which meant my room was freezing and all the nightclub sounds from outside in the adjoining building were so loud. I might as well have been outside. Even with earplugs, a hoodie, and a pillow over my ears, it was hopeless. I maybe got 3 hrs of low quality sleep and at 7am figured fuck it I might as well get up and go to Leeds.

LEEDS Sept 22 2017

Took the train to Leeds and checked into the hotel right next to the Key Club. I love a venue right next to a hotel. Makes things so easy :) It was a trendy hotel and I wasn't sure I liked this cricketer in my shower who freaked me out every time I used the bathroom.

I had too much nervous excitement to eat but I forced myself to have a bowl of soup for dinner. I wasn’t feeling that great tbh. The sleep deprivation was starting to get to me and I wondered if I'd be able to stand for the 4 hr show again that night. What was I thinking? Teenagers can do this night after night but can old people? Do I have the stamina? Was this all a big mistake?

I made my way to the Key Club and Paceshifters were already on stage. The venue was small (tiny!), long and narrow so that only a few people could be at the front. It was dark, cosy, and welcoming. Instantly, I was home again and I tucked myself into the crowd, all tiredness evaporating. I couldn't think of anywhere I'd rather be. I was living! How stupid I'd been to think I needed sleep! Nope, what I needed was 4 hours of live punk music. Yes!! I saw lots of familiar faces from the previous night. The two identical Dave Hause enthusiasts were there, fists pumping and heads banging during his set, and I got chatting to a couple of girls who had come from Canada and Germany to this show. Then FIATP came on and the room went fuhkin WILD!!! Congrats, Leeds. You definitely won the prize for most energetic crowd. Bloody. Hell. The room moved in waves and I didn't really stand a chance of doing anything but go with it. I impersonated flotsam for a couple of songs until I managed to extricate myself and get to the side of the room. Frank later informed us that it was a sold out crowd. Go Leeds! We were treated to Helter Skelter again, and also It Ain't Easy (a Bowie cover). Loving the covers, guys. During the encore break the crowd started chanting "Oh Jeremy Corbyn!" which was the greatest thing ever tbh. It was obvious that a bunch of Americans weren't going to know who Jeremy Corbyn is and Frank came out looking amused and confused. "To be honest," he said, "I have no idea what you guys are saying but it sounds fucking awesome!" Haha omg.

Videos: Oh Jeremy Corbyn! | It Ain’t Easy | Remedy

I didn't hang around to meet the guys after the show because 1) I didn’t want to bother them every night and 2) because I really needed to get an early night. The show finished at 10.13 and I was back up in my hotel room by 10.15. Get in!

THOUGHT BUBBLE Sept 23 2017

So this was going to be my day off. All I had planned on my itinerary was "Hang out in Leeds". The next show wasn't until the next day so I thought I'd have an easy day wandering around before getting the train to Manchester. But then I found out about Thought Bubble, a comic con which was happening. In fucking Leeds. The actual place I was already in. That day. The actual day I had off. So what's a girl to do but go see Gerard Way. Might as well meet half of mcr during this trip. I purchased a day pass and wandered off to find where Gee was. I found him in Leeds Town Hall, right in the corner, sort of trapped there signing things all day. Not sure how he does it, but it didn't look like the most fun a guy could have. I'd already decided not to stand in line to meet him because I'd heard someone say the queue snaked though 4 rooms in the building and down the stairs outside (I was hearing 5 hrs wait) and I'd already met him 2 yrs ago at NC Comicon. So I just snapped a couple of pictures from a distance, content with just seeing him in person, reassured that he was still real and alive and well. I wandered around some of the comic tables but I wasn't even in the mood for it. Turns out a comic con isn't much fun on your own. It didn't seem right to be there without my comic-loving hubby and kiddo.

There was still 5 hrs to go until the Young Animal panel. Why was it scheduled so late? If I went to that then I would have to get a later train to Manchester and would arrive in the dark, which isn't the best plan for a girl on her own. What to do? I debated for ages with my buddy @gerardwaay. Should I get the earlier train, arrive in plenty of time and get some much-needed rest, or should I attend the panel which ends late and travel in the dark and risk getting killed horribly in Manchester? So of course, I chose Gerard over my life. You would have done the same, right?

There wasn't exactly a queue for the panel yet, but I could see a crowd of what were clearly "my people", waiting outside the panel venue. I recognized about half of them from the Leeds and Liverpool shows lmao. There was a guy with a Black Parade jacket, so many girls wearing fishnets, people with FIATP and Umbrella Academy patches. Yes, I was in the right place. These were my people :)

After about 2 hours of waiting we were allowed into the auditorium and we all spent a very happy hour in the company of Gerard and co. The girls next to me in the queue had been laughing about the fact that they'd spent all day at the comic con and hadn't seen any of the comic stuff at all. All they'd done was literally queue up to meet Gerard and then queue up again to see Gerard. That man is single-handedly propping up the comic book industry lmao.

MANCHESTER Sept 24 2017

I spent the day catching up with an old friend of mine who I hadn't seen for 13 yrs. We had a great time comparing fandoms: she's into One Direction and Harry Styles. She's never heard any MyChem songs, but then again I've never knowingly heard a One Direction song either so it's all good. As we wandered around Manchester we saw many more of "my people" and I trained her how to spot them and inducted her into the secret world of the Frank symbol. This is how we communicate with each other, I said. Through the use of this symbol and the initials "FIATP". Does Harry Styles have a symbol, huh? Huh? I actually don't know the answer to this.

At 6.30pm we parted ways and I headed down to the venue. I had had very little to eat that day and was feeling hungry-sick but literally couldn't eat anything. It was a good job this was the last night because being on the road is tough. I honestly don't know how the guys do it, and once again I’m enormously appreciative and in awe of all they do for us.

The Manchester show was so nice. It felt like a big party. So many familiar faces, people starting to know all the words to The Homeless Gospel Choir songs, the Jeremy Corbyn chant popping up again, Dave Hause doing a tribute to Oasis by doing a few choruses of Wonderwall. I think this was my favourite show of the 3. I was getting into the swing of being on my own and I had an absolute blast! The only thing is that it was so HOT. Frank said he had trench foot because his shoes still hadn't dried out from the previous show. I don't think they'll be drying out anytime soon tbh.

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After the show, I got a taxi back to my hotel and as I walked to the lift, a sudden wave of emotion hit me. By the time I reached my room I was a sobbing mess. I stood in my room crying, big wracking sobs, not of sadness, but of joy, gratitude and love for these special few days I got to spend with my band. I am so immensely grateful to have them in my life. Do they know how much they mean to me? DO THEY KNOW???! Thanks to @phantomseverywhere for letting me cry at you until I calmed down :) I was just processing a lot of emotions at once. It had been an intense trip, traveling on my own, trying to keep myself safe, meeting my hero and his lovely friends, and partying to my favourite music every night whilst surrounded by my people. Thank you thank you thank you. I am the luckiest girl in the world :D

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