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Cultural Differences Part 2

You and Armin secretly conspire to set your pining best friends on a date.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: angst, heavy topics, sex addiction mentions, trauma from said sex addictions, mentions of possible relapse, fear of relapse, reader kind of has a mental breakdown in front of Mikasa, heavy topics in general please proceed with caution

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About a week after your first appearance in the house you and Mikasa found yourselves at Target, walking around aimlessly. The original goal had been to buy a few decorations for your room, seeing as it was currently void of any color or personality, but that plan went down the drain when the two of you started talking and became more invested in each other’s stories.

Not to mention that the two of you continuously made fun of funky-looking toys and read the backs of books in the silliest narrator voices you could make.

Instead of decorations you ended up with a few books in your cart, ones you and Mikasa actually thought sounded interesting. After paying for your items, you checked the time and offered to take Mikasa to dinner before returning home, to which she happily obliged.

You ended up grabbing food from a nearby Chick-Fil-A, seeing as it would be decently cheap and there wasn’t many other choices. Dine-in was closed, so you drove home and instead ate in the living room while watching Twilight (Mikasa’s choice).

It didn’t seem like anyone else was in the house, but you were proven wrong when you heard footsteps descending the stairs.

You turned to see who it was, seeing Armin emerge from behind the wall. He turned the corner and beelined toward the kitchen, opening a cupboard to grab a bag of Doritos before joining you and Mikasa on the couch.

He plopped down next to you, quietly asking, “Is this Twilight?”

“It’s New Moon, idiot,” Mikasa said, not allowing her gaze to leave the screen.

Armin lifted his hands in mock surrender, apologizing before scooting closer to you so he could talk without bothering Mikasa.

“I’m so tired of these movies,” he muttered. It was barely audible, but he had moved his lips to right beside your ear so you could hear him clearly. “I really don’t understand why she likes this series so much.”

“It’s a masterpiece,” you joked, imitating the exact words that leave Mikasa’s mouth whenever someone dislikes it. “I don’t know why she likes it so much either.”

Armin nodded. He returned his attention to the TV but didn’t move away from you. He stayed close, his arm pressed against yours and your thigh pressed against his.

Your heart jumped in your chest at the contact, and you couldn’t decide if you liked it or not. Some past part of you loved it—craved it, even.

But that’s a part of you that exists in the past. You don’t want to bring it back to the surface, so you tried to push it down.

But the memories that came with that part of you suddenly flooded your mind, and oh how you missed them. You loved the words of affirmation and praise you had always received, loved the physical touch and feeling of closeness you felt.

Remembering what always happened afterwards—the feeling of emptiness and loneliness you always suffered—made you want to move away from Armin.

You brought your legs to your chest and hugged them, curling yourself into a ball. You didn’t want to make it too obvious that you didn’t want his touch, so you simply did that and left it as it was.

Armin noticed, and offered to grab you a blanket. You nodded and were thankful when he stood up and walked to the basket in the corner of the room, retrieving a white blanket with a taco pattern on it.

He handed it to you and sat back down, still on the same couch as you but further away this time.

Mikasa sat, unknowing to the entire thing.

The three of you continued watching the movie, and every now and then you found yourself slipping glances toward Armin.

When the movie had ended and Mikasa had gone up to her room and it was just you and him sitting on the couch, he apologized.

“No, it’s fine, really,” you said, trying your best to dismiss his need to apologize. “I just get a little nervous when people get close. It’s nothing, I promise.”

It really was nothing. You had no fear that he would do anything, no fear that he would take advantage of you or manipulate you. It was you that you feared because you couldn’t control yourself. You didn’t want to put him in any sort of position he wouldn’t want to be in. You didn’t want whatever needs or desires you had to ruin the friendship you and him had started building.

He looked at you, his eyes soft and understanding. You could still see a sense of worry he had that he’d made you uncomfortable.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yes, I’m positive. It’s perfectly fine.”

“Okay.” Armin’s voice was quiet. You could tell he still didn’t believe you when you said you were fine, but he dropped the subject.

“Do you know where Eren is?” you asked after a couple seconds of silence.

Armin shrugged. “I think he told me earlier he would be on a date and get home late,” he said. “If he even comes home, that is. He tends to stay away from home when he’s with another girl.”

“Are the walls that thin?” you asked.

“No.” As Armin answered your question he looked towards the stairs, then to the kitchen to make sure nobody was listening. Then, he lowered his voice and leaned onto his knees. “He likes Mikasa, though. He has since we were little, actually. He thinks he doesn’t stand a chance with her so he fills the void he has with other girls.”

You nodded in understand. After all, you know exactly how that feels. “I hope he shoots his shot,” you whispered. “Mikasa likes him, too, but doesn’t know how to process her feelings.”

Armin let out an amused breath of air, leaning back into the couch and crossing his legs. “Yup, she sure does. Honestly, it sometimes physically hurts me watching them interact. There’s times they’ll be such nervous messes and can’t even hold a conversation.”

“She’s called me so many times after those conversations. She’s always beating herself up about being so awkward and she doesn’t know why,” you said, smiling. “I always thought it wasn’t as bad as she said it was, but it definitely is now that I’ve actually seen them talk. Sometimes I just want to do something to resolve whatever feelings are happening between them.”

Armin nodded. You looked over after a few moments of silence to see that he was thinking. You could see the gears in his head turning, the way his eyebrows were furrowed and the way his tongue swiped over his lips.

You looked away.

“What if we did do something?” he asked, shifting his gaze towards you.

You turned back to him. “Like what?”

“I don’t know, like set them up on a date.”

“How would we do that, though? It’s not like we can just tell them to go somewhere without us, they’d definitely think something was up.” You thought for a moment. “Well, I don’t know about Eren but Mikasa would know we’re trying to do something.”

“Yeah.” Armin hummed in thought, the pads of his fingers tapping against the couch. “What if all four of us went somewhere? Somewhere nice—that you would need a reservation for. And then you and I leave saying we have something to do for our project that we forgot about and left them.“

You nodded. “I think that’d work. Where would it be, though?”

“I know a place,” Armin said, smiling. “We could go there. I can call and set up a reservation.”

You nodded again. “Yes, that works great. Would we do anything specific afterwards or just come back here?”

“We could do something if you wanted to.”

Armin smiled at you, a soft, infectious smile that made your lips curl into a wider grin.

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Later that night you found that you couldn’t sleep.

Each time this thought occurred to you, you would look at the clock and tell yourself you needed to sleep, hoping it would work.

It didn’t. You’re almost positive it has to do with Armin and the fact that you were so close earlier.

That was the closest you had been to someone in almost two years—other than your family and Mikasa, of course. You had mostly refrained from touching people due to your past obsessions and desires, and you succeeded, too. The record you had from the past two years was clean—no significant others, no outings to the bar every Saturday, no flings, no kisses, not even a date.

You had a feeling Armin would be the one to tarnish the record you had tried so hard to keep clean without even trying.

And not because he wanted to, but because you needed that affirmation, because you craved the sound of his voice complimenting the food you cooked even if it was a bit too spicy for him.

You found yourself soundlessly opening Mikasa’s bedroom door and lightly knocking.

She had a tendency to stay up late, watching some sort of movie while she completed an assignment or reading a book, and tonight was no different. You could tell she was just about to go to bed—her make-up had been wiped off hours ago and she was wearing her tank top and shorts she only put on right before bed. Not to mention that she had just been about to click off her bedside lamp before you entered.

“Oh, sorry,” you said. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know you were about to go to sleep.”

“It’s fine.” Mikasa retracted her hand from the lights switch and moved over on her bed, flipping the covers over and motioning for you to sit next to her.

When you did she covered you with her thick blankets, and then leaned against the wall with you.

“So what’s bothering you?” she asked. You could hear the drowsiness in her tone, and you felt bad for keeping her up longer when she so clearly wanted to sleep.

“It’s nothing, really. It’s stupid,” you muttered, bringing your knees to your chest to hug them.

“Is it about Armin?”

You waited a moment before nodding once.

Mikasa pursed her lips before sitting up correctly. “What happened? Did he do something?”

You quickly shook your head, dismissing her questions. “No, nothing like that. It’s just . . . I feel the need again. And I just feel like it’s going to get worse since I live with him and see him every day.”

Mikasa’s features relaxed as she nodded in understanding. She grasped your hand and squeezed it. “It’s going to be okay. You’ve been doing so good these past two years, and I know you won’t mess it up. You wouldn’t do that to yourself.”

“I know. And I know I don’t even like him like that, I only really like that he’s a new person that listens and pays attention to me, you know?” You returned the squeeze, repositioning yourself in her bed so you were laying down.

She laid down beside you, pulling you closer to her in a warm embrace. “I know,” she said. “I promise it’ll get better. You don’t need to go back to constantly having sex to feel valid, not when I’m right here to tell you those exact same things because men are uncreative with their praise. I swear that.”

You returned her hug, hiding your face in the crook of her neck as you let out a few silent cries.

“Mikasa, I don’t want to go back to that,” you silently choked out, squeezing her as if she were your lifeline. “It was so terrible, I hated myself every time.”

“I know, I know. You won’t. Because you are worth too much to let that happen. I love you too much to let you do that to yourself. You are so beautiful and gorgeous and deserve so much more than what some random dick at the bar can give you.”

She soothingly rubbed your back as you continued sobbing into her shoulder, her other hand reaching up to run through your hair because she knew how much you liked that.

She kept doing that until finally your cries turned into steady breathing and she knew you were asleep. It was 3:27 when she left a soft kiss on your temple and wished you goodnight before falling asleep herself.

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The date you and Armin had set up for your roommates was at an Italian restaurant you didn’t know the name of. The inside was extremely nice and put together, and the four of you had to wait about fifteen minutes before being seated at your table.

It was the kind of place you needed to dress up to go to, so before leaving the house you and Mikasa got ready together.

It was like both of your prom nights all over again; when she had travelled down to your city in Texas and took you to prom because your boyfriend had dumped you the week prior, and when you had taken a plane up to Paradis to attend her junior prom because both Armin and Eren had gotten sick.

As you did each other’s make-up you recounted everything you could remember for as long as you’ve known each other. There was a point Eren felt the need to check on the two of you because you had been laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe.

It almost felt exactly what prom night was supposed to be when Eren and Armin knocked on Mikasa’s room door, jokingly holding their hands out to escort you downstairs as the two of you giggled.

It felt nice to laugh, especially after your past few days of worrying about relapsing when you were doing so good.

That thought was pushed to the back of your head now, though. You and Mikasa were sat in the back seat of the car, quietly whispering and laughing among yourselves like school girls. Eren and Armin noticed this from the front seats and didn’t comment on it, instead listening in on the conversations you thought you were keeping quiet.

When you reached the restaurant and we’re seated, you and Mikasa ended up beside each other, Armin and Eren across from you.

Eren continued glancing at you and Mikasa as you two continued talking, looking at the menu. “You know, I thought you guys were dating for a while.”

You immediately quieted down and your eyes widened at the sudden statement. “What?” you asked, more in disbelief than anything else.

“I was convinced that Mikasa was in a relationship for almost all of high school,” he continued. “She took time off to travel so she could see you and then disappear for a couple days when you came up here. I was positive she had a secret boyfriend or something.”

You and Mikasa exchanged a knowing glance, raising your eyebrows at each other before turning back to the boys in front of you with smug looks on your faces.

Eren glanced between the two of you. “What was that look?”

“We’ve been girlfriends since middle school, Eren,” Mikasa joked. “God, you should know this. She’s the literal love of my life.”

Mikasa leaned over and left an obnoxiously loud kiss on your cheek, leaving behind a faint black imprint from her lipstick. You smiled cheekily, leaning over to do the same to her.

“I still can’t tell if you’re shitting with me,” Eren said, glancing at the marks on both of your cheeks. “Armin, I’m not the only one that thought they were a thing, right?” Eren turned to his best friend, who didn’t seem to be paying much attention to the conversation and was instead looking at the menu.

“No, I thought that for a bit, too,” he said, glancing up. “They even look like they’re actually dating now, their outfits kind of correlate.”

“So do yours and Eren’s,” you said. “It’s basically the same as mine and Mikasa.”

“I actually think some teenagers saw us when we walked in and think we’re in a poly relationship,” Mikasa said. “One held up a heart to us and yelled be who you are, actually.”

The outfits in question were almost exact opposites of each other. Mikasa wore a skin-tight black dress with short, puffy sleeves, which she paired with a smokey-eyed look and black lipstick. She wore heeled combat boots to add to her height, and had her arm resting across the booth behind you.

You, on the other hand, were wearing white. It was still a tight dress, more or less the same as your best friend’s, but the sleeves were longer and had more of a bell style to them. You wore cream flats, and Mikasa had chosen a more subtle eye look for you, choosing to go with a bold red lipstick as your staple for dressing up.

You had unintentionally matched with your ‘dates.’ Eren wore black slacks and a black button up, and while his hair was up in its usual bun it seemed nicer and more put together. Armin wore the same slacks as Eren, except instead of a black button up his was white, and his hair was combed neatly. He had swapped out his usual glasses for contacts, and, despite the dim lighting in the restaurant, you could see his eyes more clearly.

“Did they really?” Eren asked, furrowing his eyebrows at Mikasa’s statement.

She nodded, taking a sip of the tea she had ordered. “Yeah, I don’t know how you didn’t hear it.”

Eren and Mikasa continued talking as Armin lightly tapped the table in front of you to get your attention. When you looked up to him, you saw that he was holding the menu to hide his mouth from Eren and Mikasa’s view.

“When are you wanting to leave?” He had just barely whispered it, but you could read his lips and know what he was saying.

You glanced at Mikasa. It seemed that she and Eren had changed the subject, and she was now laughing at something Eren had said while he smiled at her.

You lifted your menu as well. “We can right now, if you want.”

Armin glanced beside him as well, taking note that Mikasa and Eren seemed too engrossed in what they were talking about to notice anything else.

“I think now would be a good time,” he said, shifting his gaze back to you. “Call me like we said.”

You nodded, grabbing your phone and dialing his contact to call him. Your turned your volume all the way down so that when he answered and started talking it wouldn’t make noise.

Armins phone rang soon after, and he pulled it out of his pocket before picking up. You pretended to have just been having a conversation with him, waiting patiently for his call to end.

Eren looked towards his friend at the sound of his ringtone, and raised his eyebrow in question. Armin shrugged toward him, and the three of you were silent as Armin spoke with the imaginary person.

When he hung up, he told some elaborate lie you couldn’t keep up with, essentially saying that you and him needed to do something for your project that you had forgotten and needed to leave. You and him slipped out after saying goodbye, and started laughing quietly as soon as you walked out of the restaurant.

“So did you want to do anything?” you asked after the two of you had stopped. You had paused by his car in the parking lot, the one Eren had used to drive here.

“Well, since I conned you out of a good meal, I figured we could grab something to eat and then head back home?” Armin suggested. “Or we could do something else.”

You smiled at him from across the roof of the car before opening the passenger door. “That works. We’ll go home and watch a movie, or something.”

You slipped into the car, buckling your seatbelt and waiting for Armin to enter as well. When he did the two of you drove around for a bit, before deciding that cheap fast food was probably all your wallets could handle at the moment.

You shot Mikasa a text saying you and Armin had taken the car and offered to pay for an Uber once she and Eren were done. She didn’t reply until you and Armin were deep in conversation over your dinner, saying that it was fine and that she and Eren would pay for it themselves.

After you and Armin had ordered, you sat at one of the booth tables with your number and waited for your food to arrive.

It was silent for a bit before Armin asked, “So how long have you and Mikasa been friends again?”

You hummed, looking to the side as you thought. “A long time. Uhm, I’m not sure. Our moms were best friends and since she and I are close in age we met super young. I’ve known her basically my whole life.”

“So you still kept contact with her even after she moved here?”

You nodded. “Yeah, our parents talked almost all the time, so whenever they did that we would, too. When we finally got our own phones the first thing we did was exchange numbers so we could talk more easily.”

The waiter came by with a tray, placing it on your table before taking your number and wishing you a good evening. You and Armin quickly separated your meals before continuing.

“What about you?” you asked. “How long have you known Mikasa?”

“Since we were eight, eight or take,” he replied. “I met her because of Eren. She just started coming to our school one day and no one talked to her because she was new. But, of course, Eren immediately spoke to her and asked why her eyes were narrower than almost everyone else’s.” Armin rolled his eyes. “He was like that until he almost got a concussion when he asked why someone’s nose was hooked.”

You let out a laugh, unknowingly covering your mouth. “Did he not know that everyone looks different?”

“Well, everyone in Paradis looks more or less the same, and he’s been here his whole life. He wasn’t used to people with different features as a kid.”

You didn’t miss his wording, and asked, “Are you not from Paradis?”

Armin shook his head. “I was born in Germany. Both my parents were in the military and they had me on base. My mom was German, but she moved to the States and joined the Air Force. She was deployed to a German base and met my dad. I didn’t see either of them much since they moved around a lot, so it was basically my grandpa that raised me. He moved to the States for his daughter, because she wanted me to be an American citizen.”

“I didn’t know you were German,” you said.

Armin chuckled. “A lot of people don’t, and since I moved here at a young age and never talked much about traditions a lot of them never found out.”

“Why don’t you talk about your traditions?”

He shrugged. “It just never comes up in conversation, I guess. I was also always self-conscious about being German, so I just didn’t talk about it because I didn’t want anyone to know.”

He had been tapping his fingers against the paper of his cup, but after saying that he stopped and shook his head. “But anyways, what made you want to come to Paradis? I know you’re from Texas and there’s some good colleges there. You’d be closer to home, that way.”

You shook your head slightly. “I hated Texas. I always wanted to leave. Paradis gave me that option, and Mikasa is here, so that was a plus.”

“Why don’t you like Texas?”

It wasn’t just Texas you disliked. You disliked the people. You never felt right living there—too Mexican for the white washed city you lived in but too white for the Hispanic community there. You never felt like you fit in with others, especially because after your dad met your step-mom you felt like almost all of your culture had been erased.

You didn’t grow up with some of the customs you would have if you lived with other Hispanics. Sure, your city had color to it and the occasional event, but most people there were fourth or fifth generation and had been Americanized a long time ago.

“It’s just not for me,” you said. “I never felt like I fit into a group.”

You left it at that, not wanting to overshare information with someone you were trying to not be attracted to. You knew that if you spoke about it he would listen intently, and that would lead you into a spiral.

Armin nodded, picking up on your hint to leave it at that.

“You look pretty, by the way,” he suddenly said. “I don’t know if I told you that earlier, but you do.”

You gave him a soft smile. “Thanks.”

He returned your smile and continued eating. You did the same.

The rest of dinner was mostly silent. The two of you received the occasional glance from someone passing to reach the bathroom (probably people assuming the two of you were a couple on a date that wasn’t going well), but you didn’t pay much mind to them.

It was silent in the car ride as well. Armin had been polite and opened the passenger door for you, for which you thanked him and gracefully entered the car. Other than that, the silence between the two of you was deafening, but you didn’t know what to say to fill it.

It wasn’t until you were putting your keys in the lock that you spoke.

“You said you’re German, right?” You quietly spoke, hoping that if he didn’t hear you right you could pass it off as you not saying anything.

But he had heard your question. “Yeah. What about it?”

You opened the door as you turned to him, seeing that he was leaning against the wall beside you. “Do you think you could tell me about your traditions some time? The things you do?”

You couldn’t read the emotion that flashed in Armin’s pretty blue eyes, but you could assume it was something positive based on the way his lips curled into a soft, attractive smile.

“Yeah,” he said, pushing himself off the wall and motioning for you to go inside before him. “Yeah, I can.”

He didn’t see it, but you smiled, too. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it, and he wished he could see your pretty red lips curving into what had become his favorite shape.

“Do you think you could tell me more about where you grew up?” he asked. He didn’t want to be too pushy about the topic, but your answer from earlier had piqued his interest and left him curious. He wanted to know more about you.

You nodded, wiping your obviously bright smile off your face and turning back to him. “Yeah.”

You two stood there for a few moments before retreating to your rooms for the night.

He had wanted to kiss you, but refrained because he wanted to do this right. He wanted to learn about you before making any moves.

Not to mention that he was convinced you didn’t like him after the situation a few days ago. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable again.

Regardless, he fell onto his bed with a stupidly smitten smile on his face, feeling like he had just won the lottery with the way butterflies were flapping around in his stomach. He felt like he had kissed you, and he basked in that joy for just a little bit longer before taking a shower and going to bed.

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Building Blocks

Being a child of a Navy man means leaving those you care about behind. But not always forever…

I absolutely loooove this one. I hope you do too.

Kittery, Maine Naval Housing Late October, 1973

The leaves crunched under her feet as she ran to the wooded area just past the last row of houses. She turned around and checked to see if anyone was watching her before she slipped past the big tree and kept running, her breath coming out in white puffs.

Stopping in front of the small, rather warped shed that her father had moved back into the woods for her to use as a fort, she turned the handle with cold fingers. Her mother would tut when she saw that she had once again forgotten her gloves.

“It’s fall now, Dana,” her mother had said many times recently. “You need to wear your gloves. And your hat.”

Whoops. She had forgotten the hat as well.

But it would be fine once she was inside the shed, as it was slightly warmer than outside.

She opened the door and let out a deep breath before stepping inside and taking off her backpack. Moving the two folding chairs and collapsible tv tray to the center of the space, she opened her backpack and took out the food and items she had brought with her.

Two chocolate Ding Dongs, a canteen full of water, and a bag of tortilla chips were placed on the now open tray. She had wanted to bring the Doritos as she was partial to them, but she knew her mother would notice if they and the Ding Dongs went missing.

The chairs opened and arranged, she sat down to wait, her mouth watering at the thought of biting into the chocolate treat in the foil wrapper.

A whistle sounded, the one she had taught him, and she looked out the open door to see him walking toward her. She grinned even as she felt her heart speed up, something it had been doing lately when she saw him, though she did not understand why.

“Hello there, Dana Scully,” he said with his lopsided smile, his hands in his jacket pockets.

“Hello to you, Fox Mulder,” she replied, suddenly feeling very nervous.

“Oh, Ding Dongs… those are my favorite,” he said as he stepped inside.

She knew they were. Of course she did.

“I was going to grab different chips, but…”

“You mean these?” he asked, pulling Doritos from his backpack and handing them to her. She grinned and nodded as he sat down, taking out his own canteen. “I know you like those.”

“I do.”

“Yeah.” He smiled at her as he picked up a Ding Dong, unwrapped it and handed it to her.

“Thanks,” she said, taking it from him and feeling her stomach jump when his fingers brushed hers.

“So what’s the plan for today?” he asked, unwrapping his own treat and taking a bite.

As they ate, she showed him the drawings she had made, discussing what she wanted to do, her nerves falling away as she spoke.

“Wow. It looks really good.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re the smartest person I know, the way you figure out all of those plans,” he said and she stared at him in disbelief, as she always did when he said stuff like that to her. “Even better than some of the boys in my class. And your brother for sure.” He smiled and she felt her cheeks getting warm.

“He doesn’t listen to me,” she said quietly.

“Because he’s dumb. Not smart like you. Come on, let’s get to work.”

They left the little shed and walked further into the woods where they had been building a treehouse over the summer. The other kids living on the base had been around to help when they were all out of school, but had since lost interest.

Some of the older boys, like Fox, who at eleven was two years older than her, had left because they had not wanted to listen to her ideas. They teased her and called her drawings and plans girlie and dumb.

“What’s girlie about it?” she had demanded, tears pricking at her eyes though she would not let them fall.

“Oh no, she’s getting mad,” Paul, one of the oldest boys had said while the others laughed. “Watch out for the tiny thing.”

“You shut up,” Dana had yelled and they had laughed even more.

“Let’s go. Who wants to be listening to a little girl anyway. We’ll make our own treehouse. Much better than this baby one.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

And they had left, laughing and mocking her as they did.

All of them except for Fox, who had walked over and wordlessly picked up the paper Paul had crumbled and tossed on the ground. Fox had smoothed it out against his pant leg and handed it back to Dana.

“Where should we start?” he had asked and she had turned around to wipe her eyes so he would not see her tears.

As the weather began to change, they were the only two who continued to venture out into the woods, gathering fallen branches and bringing items they found at home to add to the treehouse.

Truth be told, the shed was better, but the treehouse required work and figuring things out like a puzzle. Dana loved puzzles and building things with her hands, something most other girls, including her older sister, did not want to do.

Fox, an only child, spent a lot of time on his own, exploring the woods or reading. Occasionally he joined the older boys, playing whatever sport was popular at the moment. It being fall, football was taking over and he was a good addition when they needed an extra body.

Paul had teased him when they first started playing, telling him he was spending too much time with Dana and calling her a baby. They had a fight, Paul gaining a black eye from it and Fox a busted lip, but after that, Paul never said anything to Fox about her.

Dana had been furious at first, telling Fox that fighting was stupid.

“What if he had knocked out your teeth? Or busted your head instead of your lip?”

“He wouldn’t. He’s bigger, but I’m faster. He’s lucky it was just his eye that I hit.”

“But, Fox-”

“He shouldn’t say things like that,” he had interrupted, staring at her with a serious expression. “Not about anyone, but especially about you. You’re a hundred times smarter than him and he knows it. He won’t bother you or talk about you anymore. I promise.”

And in that moment, when she had not been expecting it, not truly understanding what was happening, she had fallen in love for the first time.

“You know,” Fox said, as they climbed up the ladder they had made from pieces of scrap wood nailed to the tree. “I think we could maybe somehow connect this treehouse to the other tree there.” He pointed as Dana stood on the landing and followed his finger. “Do you think we could?”

“Mmm… maybe. If we…” She stepped closer and looked at the tree with its wide branches and thick trunk. “We could make a… like a bridge? I think it might be difficult, but I could draw something up tonight. What do you think?”

“I think it would be great. Make Paul eat his words.” He bumped his shoulder into her and she grinned.

“Yeah. It would.”

“Come on. It’ll be dark soon.”

When the light began to fade and her fingers had long since remembered how it felt to be warm, Fox had dropped the hammer back into the small toolbox.

“Well, it’s the most we can do for today.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, blowing on her hands to warm them.

They climbed down and walked back to the shed. They put away the chairs and tray, put on their backpacks, and walked out the door, closing it securely.

He walked her to her house and then waved as he walked away, whistling the whistle she had taught him once again. She watched him until he turned the corner and he was out of sight.

At her desk in the bedroom she shared with her sister, Melissa, she drew up plans to connect the trees and make a large treehouse. She was happy with how it turned out. Her eyes scanned the paper to look for any mistakes before she placed it into a protective folder to show Fox the next day.

_________________

She waited for him, Twinkies sitting on the table this time, but for the first time ever, he did not show up. When it got too dark to see, she used her flashlight to guide her way back home, her heart aching and tears clogging her throat.

Melissa was over at a friend's house and Dana was thankful she had the room to herself so she could cry without being seen.

After her cry, as she lay in the dark, she heard something hit her window. Looking over, she saw when it happened again. Getting up, she opened the window and looked down to find Fox standing on the lawn.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there today,” he said, dropping the small rocks in his hands onto the ground.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said, not wanting him to know how much it had hurt her.

“It does. Can you come down? I need to talk to you.”

“You already said sorry.”

“Please, Dana,” he said softly and she nodded before she closed the window and left the bedroom.

She left out the back door and walked around the side of the yard, meeting him on the front lawn.

“I am sorry I wasn’t there today. I wanted to be, but there was a good reason.”

“What reason?”

“My dad got new orders,” he said, staring at her with sad eyes. “We’re leaving.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “My parents have known for a couple of days, but they just told me this afternoon.”

“You’re leaving? Where are you going?” she asked, tears clogging her throat again.

“Overseas. Japan.”

“Japan…” Dana breathed. “That’s so far away.”

“I know.”

“When are you leaving?”

“Two days.”

“Two days?” she asked, unable to hold back the tears that fell down her cheeks.

“They need my dad quickly. I don’t understand it all, but we leave in two days.”

“I… I don’t want you to go,” she whispered, wiping her face.

“I don’t want to go either.”

“But you have to,” she said, knowing how life worked in the Navy- you went where you were told without question.

“I have to,” he replied, nodding his head.

The front door opened and Dana’s mother stood on the threshold, surprised to find them both standing there.

“Fox? Is everything okay? Your parents are alright?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a tight smile. “I… I didn’t meet up with Dana earlier and I came over to apologize.”

“Oh, well that was kind of you.”

“I have to get back home now,” he said, nodding at her mother and then looking at Dana. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” she whispered, nodding her head.

He turned around and walked in the direction of his house, never looking back at them.

“He’s such a nice boy,” her mother said and Dana began to cry, her hands covering her face. “Dana? What is it, honey?”

Dana ran to her mother and threw her arms around her waist, crying into the long sweater she wore that smelled of cinnamon.

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“We won’t finish the treehouse,” Dana said the next day as they stood staring at it.

“We could try to get as much done as we can,” he suggested and she shook her head.

“I don’t really feel like it,” she said softly.

“Me either. And I have to be home soon anyway,” he admitted. “I have to pack up my stuff. My mom said she could, but I want to be the one to do it.”

“I would too,” Dana whispered, thinking about someone else packing her most prized possessions and how much it would bother her.

“I hate that we won’t be able to try to connect those trees. I’m sure whatever you came up with would have done it.”

She looked at him and he stepped closer to her, hugging her for the first time ever. It stunned her for a second and then she was hugging him back, closing her eyes as she tried to memorize how it felt to have him so close.

He stepped back and let her go, smiling sadly as he let out a deep breath.

“See you tomorrow, Dana Scully.”

“Yeah. Tomorrow, Fox Mulder,” she said, forcing herself to not cry.

He inhaled and nodded before he walked away, the special whistle the last thing she heard.

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Dana’s whole family, along with a few other neighbors, stood on the street saying goodbye to the Mulder family the next afternoon. The women gave them food they had baked while the men offered advice that was already known by everyone. The kids in the neighborhood said goodbye, giving Fox small trinkets he could carry with him in his bag. He nodded his thanks, his eyes often finding Dana’s in the small crowd.

“Alright,” Bill Mulder said, shaking Dana’s father’s hand for the last time. “We have to get going. Time to shove off.” Everyone laughed out a groan and stepped away from the car calling out for safe travels.

Fox walked up to Dana and smiled, his hands in his pockets.

“I’ll write to you,” he said. “Once we get there, I’ll send you a letter.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

“Here,” he said softly. “I want you to have this.” From his pocket, he took out a smooth, flat, black stone. “I found this one day out in the woods and I really liked it. I was going to put it in the treehouse, but now… you’ll have to do it… when it’s finished.”

“Thank you,” she said, taking it from him and nodding as she looked at it. “It’s beautiful.”

“Fox! Come on!” his father shouted and Fox sighed.

“I have to go. Goodbye.”

“Wait! I have something for you too.” She took a folded piece of paper from her own pocket and handed it to him. “It’s a drawing of the treehouse.” He opened it quickly and she watched him as he looked at it.

“You finished it,” he said with a smile. “It’s perfect.”

“No. But it’s good.”

“It’s perfect,” he said again, smiling with a nod.

“Fox,” his mother said. “We have to get to the airport.”

“Okay, Mom.” He stepped forward and hugged Dana for the last time. “Goodbye, Dana Scully.”

“Goodbye, Fox Mulder,” she whispered.

He stepped back and hurried to the car, getting in and closing the door. He waved to her and she waved back, holding her tears in until their car had left the neighborhood and he could no longer see her.

___________

She never did finish the treehouse. Her heart was no longer in it.

And six months later, when her family was relocated to the state of Washington, she broke off one of the ladder rungs to take as a keepsake. Adding it to her ‘Fox Mulder’ box, which consisted of the rock he had given her when he left and the three letters he had sent her from Japan, she walked out of the house and did not look back.

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June 1977 San Diego, California

Dana locked the bathroom door and took the Polaroid picture out from where she had hidden it under her shirt, her heart thumping almost painfully in her chest. There had been a few pictures and she took the one that she felt would not be missed.

Seeing him so unexpectedly, as she and some other girls in the neighborhood had come to meet the new family, had made her freeze in place. Her ears rang and the conversation had suddenly sounded far away.

Fox Mulder, four years older than the last time she had seen him, was smiling at the camera with the same lopsided grin. His hair was longer and his face leaner, looking more like a man. But she could still see the boy she once knew.

“Did you take these pictures?” she had asked Susan, the older of the two sisters they had just met.

“Umm,” Susan had said, looking at what Dana was showing her. “Yeah! Well, no. I didn’t take them, but I was there. Isn’t he dreamy? You’ll never guess what his name is!”

“What?” Dana had said, not letting on just yet that she knew him.

“Fox! Isn’t that a hoot?” Susan had said, laughing with the other girls. “He was so sweet. He wasn’t really attached to any of the girls, but he danced and talked to all of us. One of the girls at the party had my camera and took those pictures. He was a good sport, but I don’t think he really wanted his picture taken.”

”When was this?” Dana had asked, looking through all the pictures again.

“About six months ago, at a Christmas party at the base we just left.”

Six months ago, Dana thought, touching his face in the picture. And two years since I’ve heard from him.

But… he still had the ability to make her stomach flip and her heart race. Even more so now as she could recognize the feelings for what they were and what they had always been.

She loved him. He had been the first boy she ever loved and the one by which she measured all others.

And how she missed him.

Putting the picture back under her shirt, she splashed some water on her face and left the bathroom to ask Susan if she knew how to get in touch with Fox once again.

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June 1981 Annapolis, Maryland

Dear Dana,

I still can’t believe I heard from you after all this time. I’m so sorry we lost touch. You have no idea how sorry.

It’s going to sound crazy, but the day your letter arrived, I had been thinking about that old treehouse and wondering if any children played in it or had added to it. I’m sure if they have, it won’t look anything like your vision. Only you could create something like it.

“Dana! Come on! You’re going to be late!”

“Yeah! I’m coming!” Dana called back, putting the letter she knew by heart after all these years back into the ‘Fox Mulder’ box with a smile.

She checked her hair one last time, grabbed her cap and gown hanging on the back of her door and her shoes from the floor, before she ran down the stairs.

“It’s your graduation and you’re the last one out the door,” her father said, tapping his watch with his eyebrows raised.

“Looking good takes time, Daddy,” she said, smiling impishly as she hung the gown up on the small hook and went around to get in on the other side of the car. “We have plenty of time.”

“Hmm,” he hummed and shook his head, checking his watch again as he too got in the car.

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October 1982 Cornell University

Dana was reading as she walked to her dorm, checking to see if the answer she had put down in a test was correct. She stopped walking as she scanned the pages, holding her breath until she let it out as relief washed over her.

“Not that I doubted myself,” she said quietly, closing the book. “And now you’re talking to yourself. Stop it or people will think you’re crazy.” She struggled to get the book back into her bag and when she finally did, she turned and ran directly into someone.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry,” she said, stepping back with an embarrassed chuckle. “I need to watch where I’m go-”

She stopped speaking as her eyes widened and she took another step back.

“Hello there, Dana Scully,” came the familiar words that were now spoken in a much deeper tone.

“Hello to you too… Fox Mulder,” she whispered, shaking her head in disbelief as he grinned the lopsided smile she loved so much, his hands in his pockets. “What? How are you here? How did you know where to find me? What are you doing here?”

“I called my mom, who then hunted up the number and called your mom, who then called me back and could not stop gushing over her incredibly brilliant daughter who was currently at Cornell University studying to become an engineer. Well… when I told her I wasn’t at all surprised to hear that, she laughed and said no, she supposed I wasn’t.” He grinned at her and she shook her head again.

“So you’re… you’re just here? Here?” she asked, her brain not quite understanding what her eyes were clearly seeing.

“Yeah. I’m here.”

They stared at one another, taking in the new faces they saw, while also seeing the friend they had once known so long ago. She smiled slowly and then threw her arms around his neck, crying and laughing at the same time.

“I have missed you so much,” she whispered.

“I’ve missed you too,” he said and she laughed as he squeezed her tightly, lifting her off her feet and spinning them in the crisp autumn air.

“Please don’t leave again anytime soon,” she said and he laughed as he set her down.

“I have absolutely no intention of doing any such thing.”

“Good,” she said, staring at him and still feeling as if it was all a dream.

“How about we get a cup of coffee? I think we have some catching up to do.”

“Yeah, we do,” she agreed and he grinned.

Gesturing for her to lead the way, she began to walk and he fell into step beside her. His hand brushed hers and her stomach flipped as a flush crept over her body. When his fingers intertwined with hers, she exhaled a deep breath, closing her eyes for a brief second, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Do you think the place we’re going to will have Ding Dongs?” he asked and her eyes flew open as she laughed.

“Not likely, but I know a place close by that sells them.”

“Good,” he said, squeezing her hand as they continued on the path.

No, she thought with a smile and almost imperceptible shake of her head. It’s more than good. So much more than good.

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November 1990 Boston, Massachusetts

It was late, but she was nearly finished with her project. She had drawn and redrawn it so many times, the lines were beginning to blur.

Stepping back, she looked at it and nodded, feeling that sense of completion she did every time she got it just right.

Leaving the papers laid out so she could check them over one more time in the morning, she laid the rock Fox had given her so long ago directly in the middle. Pressing two fingers to her lips, she kissed them and then touched the rock before reaching to turn off the light above her large drafting desk.

Before she did, her eyes landed on the drawing of the treehouse she had made and given to Fox to take with him when he left for Japan. He had saved it, always keeping it pressed in one of his favorite books so it did not get lost. He had carefully traced over her pencil lines with a black pen when it had begun to fade, wanting to preserve it.

He had surprised her with it the first night in their first apartment.

“That’s been all around the world,” he had said, touching the black frame as they both looked at it and her eyes filled with tears. “And now it’s finally back home.”

It had sat on a shelf until it was the first picture they hung in their new home.

The second was their wedding picture and some days she was not sure which one she loved more.

Leaving the office, she intended to head to bed, seeking Fox’s warm body to snuggle into, but a light coming from the backyard porch stopped her.

She walked through the kitchen and smiled when she saw Fox wrapping multicolored Christmas lights around the railings. Grabbing her jacket, she put it on as she opened the door and stepped outside.

“What are you doing out here, you crazy man?” she whispered, mindful of the late hour.

“Adding ambience to our little corner of the world,” he replied, smiling at her before returning to his task.

“And you couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

“No. No time like the present,” he stated, reaching for the last strand and beginning to wind it around the handrail.

She watched him as she shook her head, too many emotions suddenly nearing the surface.

“Hey,” she said softly.

“Yeah?” he replied just as softly.

“I love you.”

He looked up and smiled, abandoning the lights and walking over to her. She tilted her head back to look at him and his eyes dropped to her lips.

Pushing onto her tiptoes as he lowered his head, their lips met in the middle, her hands pressed gently to his cold cheeks. He pulled her closer and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Still the smartest person I know,” he whispered against her lips and she exhaled a chuckle.

“And?” she prompted teasingly, pulling back to look at him.

“And,” he said, smiling the smile that would forever make her feel weak in the knees. “I love you too.”

#fictober23 #fictober event #fanfic prompt #the xfiles #alternate universe #childhood friends #Navy #moving #separations #letters #friendship #growing up #getting to know each other #getting together #happy #love

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frogmanfae · 9 months

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Newsies as Things I Heard This Week Part 2

(2 weeks late because I had to figure out how to divide it, a lot of things were said during week 2. 14 pages in my notes app to be exact)

Medda: When I see you shlep your way down- it's a word yeah and you shouldn't be doing it

Medda, teaching an orchestra class: You're using your middle finger which I know we don't always use- and you shouldn't

Race and Romeo: *SIDE EYE*

Davey: Yes, you can take all the blood and puke- that- that is all you, my friend. Go for it I... It is no longer my responsibility I don't want it

Medda, still in the context of a string orchestra class: I notice that some of you aren't always rosining your bows before we play, we should be doing that every time we play. I haven't been holding you accountable lately but I'm going to be a Rosin nazi this year

Davey: Wh- huh?? A what??

Jack: *trying (and failing) to not snort laugh*

Race, a self acclaimed fashion expert: What the hell are you wearing?

Romeo: A T-shirt

Race: But what is on it

Romeo: An axolotl

Race: A fuckin-

Romeo: It says you axolotl questions!

Race: ...

Romeo: Like- like you ask a lot of-

Race: No I get it I'm just trying to remember why I hang out with you

Race: He's like my favorite kid

Race: He wants to be a professional soccer player but he also likes marine biology

Davey: Oh and you also like both of those things

Race: Right exactly

Race, to Albert: Okay so Goldie Locks's parents were kidnapped by the bear mafia and then she broke into that house because she wanted to find her parents but she got sidetracked by food and comfy places to sit and nap because she's a kid

Spot, just walking in: What the fu-

Albert: *laughing hysterically*

Spot: No. No seriously what did I just walk into? What is this? What about Goldie Locks? Bear Mafia?? Huh???

Race: Does anyone wanna go to my locker with me so I can take Advil? I don't wanna go alone :(

Davey: *big sigh* I'll go

Sarah: Why are you walking like you just got ate out so good you can't-

Davey: wh- Do you have experience with that??

Sarah: ...

Sarah: Listen-

Davey: OH MY FUCKING GOD I WAS KIDDING WHAT-

Crutchie: So it's basically icy hot but for horses-

Davey: You should absolutely not be using anything meant for horses

Crutchie: But like it's stronger-

Davey: Which is why you shouldn't use it

Crutchie: But it works better because its stronger

Davey: ... No

Albert: *big wheeze of despair*

Race: ... Girl are you okay?

Albert, not even looking up at being called girl: I just dropped my croutons everywhere!! I'm gonna fucking- where's the nearest window?

Race: buddy we're on the first floor

Albert: FUCK

Davey, who gets chronic migraines: Ugh I'm in pain

Sarah: *holds up the L for Loser on her forehead*

Davey: Ah!

Davey: :0

Davey: You're!

Davey: a lesbian!

Sarah, as if she's never heard this information: :00

Race: I go through that shit like that one senior guy goes through the freshmen before he turns 18

Davey: HELP OH MY GOD STOP WHAT THE-

Race: *shrugs and continues on* It got my point across

Race, who will play sports but not watch them: Do you ever notice how people watch professional sports and after the final call they're like "we won!!!"

Albert, an avid sportsball watcher: Uh yeah?

Race: Like, dude. You sat on the couch and ate Doritos for 2 hours. There is no *we* here.

Oscar: *cleaning sports equipment in the distance*

Elmer, giggling from across the room: What is he-

Buttons, also giggling: He is just- He is stroking those balls like... Like his life depends on it damn-

Elmer: *giggles worse* he just loves stroking tgose- oh shit he spotted us- go!! Go go go go gogogogogogog-

Spot: The only tenor in my choir class is-

Race: Your brother! And your boyfrienddd! And brother...

Albert: ... Same person?

Race, sadly: ... Yeah...

Jack: *the person in question, neither Spot's brother nor his boyfriend*

Spot: Oh my god stop posting on my private story!

Race: It's funny-

Spot: No it's not and I want you dead !!!

Crutchie: Ugh I wanna chop off my body

Jack: like

Jack: the whole thing?

Crutchie: yeah the whole thing. Ill find a way to make it possible

Spot (trans): let me know when you do

Crutchie: *shakes his hand* will do my guy

Race: I wanna go hooommmmeee!

Spot: No one cares

Race: :0 you're so mean!!!

Davey: it's okay Race

Davey: I care

Race: Davey I love you

Davey: There's a cafe named after John Snow, the scientist not the game of thrones guy, and it has a water pump sorta monument outside because he was the one to say that the cholera outbreak was caused by bacteria not air-

Race: Do the food options have punny names?

Jack: Like- like what?

Race: I dunno- cholera flower? (Cauliflower)

Albert: STOPP THAT'S SO GROSS BUT SO FUNNY I'M GONNA THROW UP

Katherine: You're thinking way too futuristic. We didn't have that kind of understanding of the infectious agent during this outbreak, it was in the early 1800s. You have to think like we're in the early 1800s-

Jack: *joking* Then you shouldn't be talking

Katherine: :0

Jack: You shouldn't even be in this class! It's science!

Katherine: :00

Jack: Woman!

Katherine: :000

Race: I am about to mangle your face and your body here

Spot: Thanks for the heads up

Davey: I LOST MY FUCKING WORDLE STREAK ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WHAT THE FUCK

Race: Oh my god calm down it is not that big of a deal-

Davey: IT WAS A 218 DAY STREAK

Race: NEVER MIND THAT'S TRAGIC WHAT THE FUCK

Davey: I KNOW

Romeo: I have 3 study halls this year it's glorious

Specs: You are not going to have enough credits to graduate

Romeo: That's a later me problem

Specs: You're a junior, you don't want to spend your senior cramming credi-

Romeo: Shhhh future problem

Specs: *long blink*

#newsies #newsies as things I've heard this week #this is only half of it from week 2 #david jacobs #jack kelly #lots of race in this one #he's just so easy to fit into these

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scoups4lyfe · 1 year

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Welcome to the Show -BD PPT Part 10

Again, I have ADHD and BD and can agree that yes, My ADHD symptoms sucked extra hard when added to the early BD onset.

The below entry shows (1) binge-eating and (2) OCD intrusive-esque thoughts.

[Journal entry]

October 1st, 2022

Sabbath, 3:24 PM

Last night I went to bed at about 6:00 AM. Today I woke at 2:30-ish.

The first thing I noticed when I got out of bed was (1) I was very tired, (2) my neck hurt just a bit, so I slept on it wrong—not badly enough though—because it doesn’t hurt at all now, praise the lord; (3) hungry.

There was a hunger about me.

I remembered how last night like a desperate man I scavenged through our kitchen. I think it’s the mania making me hungry, because I just felt this overwhelming need to eat something.

The caramel was gone, as was the jam, so I had taken an apple we got on wednesday that we bought from a farmer lol, and now it was all I had. So I ate about half of it.

These honey crisp apples taste really good. I kind of chided myself for indulging in one though, because my stomach was burning pain—like scabs inside my gut, or internal bleeding—and I had trouble with even the idea of consuming any kind of solid food. My dad brought home instant mashed potatoes because of this. So, what in the world was I doing at 4:00 in the morning??? Eating an apple when I know solid food isn't going to go down well? (Doesn’t matter cause I ate it anyway, lmao.)

But I was still hungry—so I ate old taco bell beef-corn tortilla hard shell—tacos that sat on the stove. (That can’t be a healthy dietary choice LOL.) After I finished one of them, I went back to my room, I don’t know to do what, probably waste time on youtube or with editing screenshots from Donbrothers episode 19, and man my stomach took to that taco like gasoline to fire.

Almost immediately I regretted making that choice.

But then an hour later I went back to the leftover taco bell, and had some of the dorito taco (not all of it), just maybe ⅓ or half. [Then I fvcked around and went to bed maybe a few hours later.]

Today is sabbath—so y’know—I’m supposed to be resting. And I AM.

Comma, space, however—

Well. There are just things that I want to do. I’ve gathered my sketchbook, [insert a bunch of writing journals and reference books] and also my pencil case.

(LMAO.)

Ngl though, the fact that it’s 4:00 PM had the burning—lightning-ous—feeling, back inside my stomach. I had it before I even started this journal entry, and I still have it now. Like my mind—or more aptly, my fvcking stupid-a$$ intrusive thoughts (Kyle <3) — just kept repeating:

“ah, the day is over, you didn’t do anything, the day is over, you didn’t do anything, the day is basically already finished and what are you doing? Sitting here on the couch knowing that you will never be able to do any of the things that you want to do, because the day is over and you’ve already done nothing. You’ve done it again. The only thing it seems you **are** able to do— nothing. Isn’t that funny? Now you’ll have to try again on Sunday, and inevitably fail again. The day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over

the day is over—”

ENOUGH!

And whenever I look at the clock, or think about the time, or even just see the shadows in the curtains, my thoughts do it all over again—and again—and again.

Then I can feel the breath in my throat, and all the energy inside my stomach just is everywhere. Anxiety.

(Not a great feeling lmao.)

So yeah—I’ll try and come back here before I go to bed ( I mean, don’t count on it LOL), and so ….yeah. I got nothing else to really say rn other than, uh, see you later? (Lordt.)

[entry end]

The above entry I think does a good job at showing binge-eating. It’s super easy for people with BD to end up with an eating disorder.

I fvcking fainted in college because I slept during the cafeteria hours so I was surviving on like…vending machine m&ms. Not to mention when I get in those depressive periods I can go full days without eating because I either can’t get out of bed or the idea of eating makes me nauseous.

And then there will be days where I’ll wake up in the middle of the night, and almost like sleep-walk in a daze to the kitchen and eat whatever I can get my hands on no matter how sh*tty and unappetizing it is.

Anyways—all this to say that BD comes with extra baggage of mental illness 😵‍💫🤤🥴🤕👻👾👾👾👾👽🙀😮‍💨🫠.

Still cannot stop laughing at the youtube comment LOL.

"Wow! Bipolar people are human too!" Like yeah, who would've thought

🤪

Just goes to show how powerful and prevalent stigma is for mental illness -- but esp. for BD.

Hopefully this info helps get rid of that stigma >:/

....༼ง’̀-‘́༽ง

༼ง’̀-‘́༽ง mfer

If someone tells you they’re Bipolar, that can be a very real and very big thing. That means they trust you. So writing it off as, “that doesn’t matter to me” comes off as insensitive because it matters to US, bro. It fvcking matters to us.

I was watching a podcast where the speaker (who had Bipolar) was talking about their experience where they met this guy that seriously did not believe Bipolar was a real actual thing and thought those people needed to “get over themselves.” Which infuriates me to the SEVENTH degree. It’s also wild asf, but again.

Y’all don’t know SHXT when it comes to Bipolar

For those still asking this question:

tldr; y'all don't know SHXT about Bipolar. x2

"Y'all" including mental health professionals and doctors 🤪

naw fr though.

Normally I would be like "yeah, whatever" but using that as an adj can get tricky ESPECIALLY if you start using it to describe a person because then you might spread unintentional bias and misinformation onto others.

"Oh --Vegas is bipolar?" No. He is NOT bipolar.

Don't. fvcking. Use. That. ADJECTIVE!!!

So, Werewolves = Bipolar in a nutshell

(Let me explain lmao.)

Werewolves have 2 sides to themselves — the human side, which is mainly present and in control, and the beast — which comes out every moon cycle or so, raises all sorts of hell, and then disappears. Always leaving the human counterpoint to deal with the aftermath.

Humans that turn into werewolves prepare for full moons — often going into isolation so as to not hurt their loved ones, or irreparably damage their life, and the lives of those around them.

With a good support system, a werewolf can live a normal life (mostly), where their other-self isn’t always wrecking havoc. For people with Bipolar, it’s the same. We are not always werewolves. We are often human. Our illness is cyclical — it will always have a new cycle, and it cannot be cured. When we have an “episode” — though no two bipolar people are the same; how we act, think, feel, and what we do can change. We are not separate from “the beast,” however. Both sides are very much the same person. Though they can be drastically — drastically — different.

In his interview with Rolling Stone, Ian stated (about one of the songs on his album):

“— On “Miss Understood,” it’s a character’s diary entry where she fell in love with Ian but she kinda fell in love with MITO, too. It comes from personal experience; I want to date when I’m Ian, but there was one moment where she liked the darkness in me, which was weird because it’s like, “You don’t really know what this brings.” But she stuck around, and it was hard to be me in front of her. There was a sense of inferiority, for sure, because I know how different I am between my states, but also I was very cautious not to give my all in that [down] state because I’m not wanting to hurt someone mentally. So I’d just seclude myself. A lot of the songs in this album hit on this note.”

For the moon, Bipolar episodes are (as previously stated, perhaps multiple times) cyclical. They run in cycles — over and over and over again. The days come and go, but then there will always be that transition into a full moon, just as how the entire moon will also eventually completely disappear from sight during a New Moon. (Plus the connection / belief popular culture has with the superstition that a Full Moon brings madness with it / lunacy.)

So we’ve finally come to the end of this PPT series…genuinely hoped this was enlightening to anyone it happened to come across.

If you have any other questions feel free to comment or dm me. 🥳

Journal Entries: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

PPT Essay Extras: (1), (2), (3), (4), (5)

PPT Essay: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], [7] , [8], [9]

Visual Clips (Depressive Episodes): (1), (2)

#yeah so this is the end of the ppt #how did you guys like it?#learn anything? LOL #asking for friend #my thougts #bipolaire #bipolar disorder #manic depression #actually bipolar #mental health #neurodiversity #neurodivergencies #dpr ian #dpr we gang gang #christian yu #fvcking moodswings ⚡️✌️#a scoup of life 🔫🦆

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wangxiangiftexchange · 1 year

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Winter Solstice gift for @rymyanna!

For @rymyanna, hope you like it <3

*****

Five Times Lan Wangji Made a Move

(+ the time where he confesses his feelings)

1. Literal

“So, tried making any moves yet, Wangji?” Minshan said, raising an eyebrow. “You know, as in a move to get closer to the guy you like. He's the friendliest motherfucker in the class, he'll be happy you want to be friends."

“I have,” Wangji said, and Huaisang gasped as he sat down on the bench with them. Minshan’s mouth dropped open.

Wangji gave them both dirty looks.

“I didn’t imagine you’d be so fucking forward,” Minshan replied, almost rendered speechless.

“What’d you do?” Huaisang asked excitedly. “Oh, I should’ve gone to Wei-xiong first!”

“I moved seats. I’m sitting in his row now.”

“...”

“...?”

“...how the fuck does that constitute making a move.”

“I think he took it too literally,” Huaisang said, distressed. “He’s not really going to notice you if you sat in his row, Wangji. Especially on the other side of the class.”

“But I did make a move. I moved seats. Is it not part of the process?”

Huaisang patted his arm. “Wangji, I am so glad you think it is part of the process, but it is not making a move in the slightest. He has to notice it, honey.”

Minshan rolled his eyes. “Little hopeless if he thinks moving seats to his row without him noticing counts as a move.”

“Well- I see. Thank you for the information,” Wangji half-mumbled, slightly peeved. “And neither of you are help. I will seek Wen Qing and ask for her help instead.”

“Hey,” they both protested at the same time.

“You did not bother to tell me, someone who has been uninterested in romance his whole life, how to make a move. Romantically. I am finding better friends who will help me in romance.”

“Betrayal,” Minshan said. “After all we’ve done for you?”

“Yes,” Wangji said, and Huaisang fake cried behind his fan as he giggled away.

2. Ice cream

“Hey, Nie-xiong! From the convenience store?” Wuxian asked as he swooped over to Huaisang’s table.”

“Yep. Got some ice cream! You want one, Wei-xiong?” Huaisang held the wrapped package forward. “Hope you like Magnum.”

“Wait, that whole thing for me?”

Huaisang nodded as he placed it in Wuxian’s hands. “It’s all yours!”

Wuxian beamed. “Thanks, Nie-xiong! I’ll cherish it as I consume every bite and swallow every drop of this ice and cream with-” he looked at the package “-almonds and white chocolate. Oh, this is good.”

“Don’t thank me,” Huaisang shrugged and pointed to the quietly eating boy beside him. “Wangji bought it.”

“Oh! Well, thanks then, Wangji-xiong~” Wei Wuxian singsonged happily, turning to him.”

“Hm,” Wangji replied, punctuated with a small nod.

Wuxian’s smile grew. “Heheh, I’ll go now to savor this dessert! Thanks again, Ji-xiong! Bye, honey,” he blew a kiss at Huaisang, who blew him a kiss back.

“Well, good luck,” Huaisang snorted as Wuxian disappeared through the doorway. Wangji sighed. “You’re gonna need to try a little harder than that, I think.”

3. Doritos

“Ooh, Doritos!” Wuxian paused in front of the two on the bench. “I never thought Lan family people ate this stuff, Wangji-xiong. Can I have some?”

Wangji hummed in response and handed the package over to him. “Yes. Take the whole package.”

“What?”

“The whole thing. The entire bag. Do you want it, or do you not?” Wangji said, hand still offering the package of delicious junk food.

Wuxian furrowed his eyebrows. “Well- I just wanted a few to nibble on, you really want to give me-?”

“Yes.”

“Seriously? You know, I just want a small amount-”

“Take it, Wei Wuxian.”

“Are you sure?”

“Just take it if you want it,” Wangji emphasized, firm, and Wuxian finally, though reluctantly, took the bag away from him.

“If you’re sure...”

“Very sure.”

Wuxian smiled. “Well, if you insist, thanks!”

Wangji frowned as he walked away, both aware and unaware of the fact that Wuxian definitely thought it was weird but brushed it off. “Not enough.”

Su She sighed from beside him, having been left as an awkward and slightly annoyed spectator the whole time. “No, probably not.”

4. Didn’t Even Try

xianxian! > lan 🐇

: LMAO lan zhan i accidentally surprised su she again, mb

wangji: Haha.

: he thought i went home lol so he was surprised to see me

wangji: Oh

wangji: You didn’t go back today?

: nope, i go back tmrw!

wangji: Really?

wangji: A shame.

wangji: If I’d known you were going back home tomorrow, I would have stayed tonight.

: what?

wangji: What?

: why me specifically? am i that fun to be around that you want me to

wangji: Hm.

wangji: I suppose so.

: oh.

: well okay

Wuxian is pretending to not have a crisis as he half-yells at his siblings. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It probably fucking means he likes you,” Jiang Cheng says, squinting at the messages. “God, that feels so out of nowhere. Extremely suspicious.”

“Well, the signs are there,” Yanli adds. “It certainly doesn’t look normal.”

“Ask him upfront,” Jiang Cheng proposes, and Wuxian flails around, panicked.

“Ask him upfront???”

“Yeah, it’ll be faster, and if he doesn’t well, problem solved, right? He just really likes your company.”

“And if he does like me??”

“Well, take action, I guess.”

“What do you think of him, a-Xian?” Yanli prods.

“Well, he’s pretty and nice, I wouldn’t say no, I guess...”

“What happened to that crush on Nie Mingjue?”

“Chances are a little too low with that. Besides, even if he does like me, I don’t really think I’d date him just because.”

“Okay, okay, we’ll find out first and deal with it later,” Jiang Cheng pulls his arm. “If you won’t do it, I will.”

Yanli giggles as Jiang Cheng grabs Wuxian’s phone and types out a message for all of them to see, her older younger brother practically trembling as he hits send.

: lmao its like u like me

wangji: What?

: idk the stuff u said sounded like u have a crush on me or smtg

wangji: Oh.

wangji: Does saying that mean I like you?

: Well not really

: That’s why I asked

wangji: Asked what?

: Ask if you like me or not

wangji: Hm?

wangji: What’s the difference whether I say yes or no?

: just answer the q

wangji: I’m trying to come up with a correct answer

: oh god there is no correct or wrong answer just say yes or no

wangji: Well

: well???

wangji: For the time being, no

wangji: Not sure about in the future though

: oh. okay

: could it happen in the future?

wangji: Don’t know

wangji: Could happen, or perhaps not

wangji: I suppose as Huaisang says, “We’ll see”

: oh

: well okay

wangji: 👍

“OH MY GOD HE HAS A CRUSH ON ME DOESN’T HE,” Wuxian yells.

“HE IS TOTALLY INTO YOU,” Jiang Cheng yells back, shaking his brother back and forth.

“Congratulations, a-Xian,” Yanli giggles from beside them. “And good luck.”

“Oh my god, jiejie, I need to run a few things by you two, I think I’ve just had an epiphany,” Wuxian flaps his hands. “I don’t think he’s been subtle about this at all.”

“What the fuck does that mean, Wei Ying,” Jiang Cheng demands, and as Wuxian spills about signs he’s missed and possibly even more he’s forgotten or completely didn’t catch, Yanli holds herself back from giggling herself into oblivion, simply from pure exasperation.

Is this really the one move that works on him? She’s sure Lan Wangji didn’t even do that on purpose.

5. Chocolate

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says, moving to sit across him. “I have something for you.”

“Oh?” Wei Ying perks up, smiling.

“Hm. Yes, it’s for you.” Lan Zhan fumbles his hand in his pocket.

Wei Ying leans forward. “What is it?”

“Here,” Lan Zhan pulls out a chocolate bar and shows it to him. “This is for you.”

“Chocolate...” Wei Ying grins. “I- thanks. I like it.”

“Hn.” is the other boy’s response. “Glad you do. I will... go now.”

“Yeah, uh... thanks again!” Wei Ying waves.

Lan Zhan leaves the room, Wei Ying cradling the bar in his hands.

“There’s no way I’m actually into him, right?” he mumbles to himself. “But that was really, really nice.”

(Outside, Lan Zhan is giving the finger to his two best friends who have been watching through the room window and silently screaming the whole time.)

+1.

Wangji > Wei Ying

Wei Ying: hey lan zhan

: Yes?

Wei Ying: that song you played before

Wei Ying: what’s the name

: What do you think is an appropriate name for it?

Wei Ying: wait you havent named it??

: No, I have.

: I’d just like your opinion for it.

Wei Ying: dunno

Wei Ying: Lan Wangji’s Love Song Full of Love for Someone

: someone?

Wei Ying: well yeah, don’t tell me you wrote a whole love song for nobody

Wei Ying: that was tearjerking

Wei Ying: emotionally shattering

: Hm.

: It is for someone.

: Who do you want it to be for?

Wei Ying: well itll be for whoever is intended

Wei Ying: i’m no mind reader

Wei Ying: tell meee

: do you want that intended person to be you?

Wei Ying: just tell me the name

Wei Ying: maybe itll line up with what i’m thinking

: and what are your thoughts?

Wei Ying: well i won’t tell you until you show me

Wei Ying: im waiting :> don’t keep me in the dark here

: screenshot_12.png

Wei Ying: wait that’s only half of the name!!

Wei Ying: wang who!! wangji and who

: Hm

: I’ll tell you tomorrow.

Wei Ying: tomorrow?

Wei Ying: why not now?

: It’s late, Wei Ying.

: Go to sleep.

Wei Ying: what makes you think i can sleep if you dont tell me

Wei Ying: i wont even be able to do any assignments im just gonna be thinking abt this

: Fine.

: Alright.

: Wei Ying, I like you

: Maybe even love you

Wei Ying: for real?

Wei Ying: you’re not lying?

: I am not.

: screenshot_13.png

: Wangxian

: Xian, for you.

Wei Ying: oh

Wei Ying: good to know

Wei Ying: mostly cause

Wei Ying: well thanks

Wei Ying: i like you too

: Hm.

: I see

Wei Ying: sooo

Wei Ying: i guess we like each other

: We do.

Wei Ying: wanna date or smth?

: Wait.

: I would prefer to do this in person.

: Go to sleep, now. I've told you the name already.

Wei Ying: okay okay

Wei Ying: goodnight

: Good night.

#rymyanna #wangxiansolstice22 #*fic22 #*gifts22

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boyohazard · 2 years

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Fun things my gf and I have done so far while I'm visiting them in Brisbane:

- Hung out with the neighbors, a cis gay guy and his trans bf

- Gone to the beach and the mangroves

- Gone to the grocery store and looked at all the things that we have in both the US and Australia, and the things they have in Australia but not the US (the weirdest thing was the Doritos that were just plain tortilla chips)

- Ate lunch at a really nice cafe

- Met my gf's grandma

- Had sex (my first time!!! ☺️)

- Had a shower together

- Cuddled

- Watched my gf play STALKER

- Sat around the house naked together

#ed says a thing #girlfriend posting #they're out right now driving one of the aforementioned neighbors downtown #(also we're probably gonna have a foursome with those neighbors and i can't wait cuz the trans guy is rly hot)

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stucknthemiddleff · 11 days

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Lethal 1.12

Dana

Two Months Later

June•

Tipping my cup up of what was the last drop in it, my eyes closed briefly. The TV was on but I didn't watch it, feeling the dark liquor make my frontal lobe even more fuzzy. By then I was finally where I wanted to be, and needed no more I had reached my limit. A smile came to crack on my lips, as I let out a small laugh in my dark room. Rubbing down my numb face I decided to go downstairs and get something to snack on. My phone began to ring as I stood out of my bed, and I picked it up to see Cari's name flash across the screen. I had sent her a crazy text message like ten minutes ago, and knew that was probably why she was calling. Knowing I probably wasn't going to actually listen only hear what she said, I answered making my way out my room.

Getting to the stairs I started down the first one they looked longer than usual, "Yes Cari?"

"Dana, are you fucking drinking?" She asked me, in an almost growl. I desperately tried to hide my laugh but failed.

"Maybe." I chuckled almost tripping on a stair, it made me laugh harder.

"Dana! This isn't funny. I knew I shouldn't have left you home." She snarled like she was my damn mother or some shit. Did she think this Friday night would be any different? Not like her ass was staying home to drink with me.

"Cari, I mean you do have a life, and a fucking boyfriend that you enjoy fucking. So don't hold out on your fun on my account babe." I told her and heard her do a loud groan.

"Whoa." I heard a male voice speak, and figured it was Bryson. Oops....Not. Why the hell

would she have me on speakerphone anyways?

"I'm on my way home!" She yelled, before hanging up the line. Like shit was my fault, was it my fault though? Was I hurting anybody? No I wasn't, I was in the comfort of an apartment that I didn't even want to be in anymore. But I fought it knowing Cari would be heartbroken if I left. I didn't binge drink during the week when I went to work, I sucked all that shit up that I was going through. So when Friday hits, I could drink as much as I want till Sunday and not give a damn what came out of my mouth. For the past two months that's what it's been with me and I couldn't give a damn what Cari thought, this was my way of dealing with how I felt and she should respect it. I mean not like I haven't done this bullshit before.

Grabbing some doritos out the pantry I opened the spicy nacho flavored chips and ate one, "Could be on crack or trying to run through traffic on the fucking highway."

Going through heartbreak once when you gave your all was hell, but going through it twice made me feel like I wanted to die. I thought about it a few times, suicide that is, but wouldn't give in to the devil that easily. It had been a while since going to church and all I did was pray when I wasn't drinking. Trying to remain strong, but when I needed an escape from the thoughts the liq helped. It was what I leaned on briefly, and wasn't ashamed of it. I was only human, and my heart and soul was torn, there was no way else to describe the pain. Going back upstairs I sat in the middle of my bed, watching my TV in my dark room, with the same routine of not watching it. Sixty days, and not a word from him, Cari and Cooper were clueless as they say not knowing why he left so abruptly but was used to Calen being in and out of their life. Cari tried to tell me it might be with his condition of being bipolar but I knew that was bullshit. Somewhere in her heart I knew she felt guilty of egging on me giving Calen a shot in my life. Honestly I didn't care anymore, felt nothing but like an emotionless wreck. He got what he wanted and bounced, just like a nigga would do. The sick part is, as many times as I tried to take off his necklace and throw it away I couldn't. Every time I tried I broke down crying, I was done crying though, but he left an imprint on me in every way in less than two weeks. I wanted to let go, but I hadn't yet. It was like the same shit with Erin all over again, only more painful. Because I believed him in telling me he wouldn't do what she did. There was a small piece of me that didn't want to believe the things he said, he just sounded off the night we last talked on the phone. Probably the real reason why I couldn't take off his damn chain. I could hear commotion downstairs about fifteen minutes later, letting me know Cari was home. Ten seconds later she was standing at my doorway, switching on my bedroom light. Her grey and light green eyes looked me over, a look of sadness and disgust on her face.

Walking more in my room she crossed her arms over her chest, "Dana, this has to stop!"

"Or what!? You're going to kick me out of your paid off apartment? Do it, just say the word I'll leave and go live with my mom!" I yelled back at her looking away. Silence filled the room and I could see out the corner of my right eye, she came and sat on my bed.

Taking a deep sigh she said, "Dae baby, I don't want you to leave, I just want you to get better and I don't know what to do."

"I know this is worse than my time after Erin." I mumbled looking up at her worried face, "But I'm okay."

"My tone on the phone, I apologize, just want you to know how worried I am about you." She looked down at my bed. Reaching my hand out to hers, I took it having her squeeze my palm softly.

I did a small smile, "Promise I will be okay, I've done it before."

"Dana, I could see his love for you everyone could I just-" She started but I halted her words by raising my free hand in the air, not wanting to hear anymore.

"If he loved me he would be here right?" I asked looking into her eyes, and she did a low sigh with a nod of her head.

I bit inside my jaw placing my hand back down in my lap, "Tomorrow we should just go shopping or something, I'm not going anywhere, we're going to have a good summer dammit!"

Cari smiled at me standing up from my bed, "Yes!"

Crossing my arms over my chest I smiled back at her, giving it my all to. Leaning back down on my bed she gave me a big hug, "Goodnight."

"Night." I replied giving her torso a good squeeze before letting go. Watching her exit my room as she turned out my light, I held my smile. Upon hearing her go to her room closing her door, the darkness crept up on me again and my smile slowly faded. Laying on my belly, I looked underneath my bed for my bottle of Henn. Sitting back up I grabbed my plastic red cup off of my bedside dresser, filling my cup halfway. Unlocking my phone I went on my apple music app, straight to my Adele playlist. Letting the somber tunes drift me away as I sipped from my cup for the rest of the night.

Arm in arm linked, Cari had eventually dragged me out of my bed around one thirty-ish to go walk around the mall. As usual on a late Saturday afternoon the mall was packed. Not really seeing anything I wanted to buy, I just let Cari distract me in asking opinions on different stuff. Every so often I would see all different type of couples holding hands and what not. Whether they were older or younger, it pinched my heart just the same. But I fought to stay strong and convince Cari that I was alright, when it was the total opposite. It had been about forty five minutes since being in this packed place, and I was honestly ready to just get out. Heading to the food court, I went and sat at a table while Cari went to the bathroom having me babysit her bags. She bought me a few pieces from Victoria's Secret, making me cringe in remembering the last time the store was topic of discussion for me. I don't know why she even bothered, who was I going to impress with the barely threaded thongs anyways. NO ONE. While sitting at the table just looking at the time on my phone, a group of people walked by making me look up. They were all guys and one looked like the guy that broke me, at first my heart fell in my stomach until I realized it wasn't him. The guy made eye contact with me and cracked a smile. It was nothing like the one I fell in love with, I just looked away back to my phone. As the guys moved on I took a deep breath trying to keep myself under control closing my eyes.

There was a hand tapping on the table I sat at, opening my eyes seeing Cari I relaxed a bit, "You okay? Want some food before we leave?"

"Nah, I'm good. Let's go." I breathed standing to my feet, and we left.

Taking the bags in from the mall once me made it home, no one other than Cooper sat on the couch watching TV. I sized him before going in the kitchen to get some water, it was so hot outside. Made me regret not at least getting a lemonade before leaving out the mall. Summer was truly here on full force.

Cari went and sat on the opposite couch from him softly she spoke, "Hey Coop, any word from him?"

Clenching my jaw I grabbed a water bottle unscrewing the cap to take a swig, "Cari."

"What?" She asked as I drunk some of my water, I swallowed quickly feeling the water cool me.

"You always ask him this, he doesn't know anything. Calen just left okay." I spoke walking out the kitchen, she did this every time Cooper came over. Like damn, we always got the same out of him, why would this weekend be any different. Remaining silent, Cooper looked up at me with a weird expression analyzing me, like it was the complete opposite.

"Dana, I have the right to know about my brother okay?" She replied in an annoyed tone, I could feel her glaring at me. But Cooper and I kept strong eye contact, then he looked away putting his eyes on Cari.

"Car, he's alright just taking care of stuff in VA." He finally answered, but it was off. Was he lying?

"Well is he coming back?" She asked him, and he shrugged his shoulders.

Looking at the TV he leaned back on the couch, "Hell if I know."

Something is up or am I going crazy here, that was different.

Calen

The large dim area space of the building full of smoke and slow moving bodies surrounded me. In the most exclusive nightclub of Miami, I made my way to the VIP section with the guide of a thick and over six foot five security, awaiting for when I would get the chance to do as planned in this strip club. Another guy matching my escort unhooked the thick red suede looking fabric for me to walk through. With a nod he addressed us, I wasn't sure if he was really looking at us through his sunglasses though.

Placing his hand to his ear piece, my escort slowly turned towards me, I saw his name was Dominic by the name stitched in white on his black shirt, "Mr Ruiz will be with you soon Sir Rodriguez, if you would care to wait here for the time being."

I nodded making my way to the nostalgic bright red couch that I sat on numerous times before, "Thank you Dominic, I don't mind."

"We have accommodations during your wait." He informed, getting another head nod from me he eventually disappeared into the packed bodies of the dance floor of the club. Leaning back on the couch, I took a deep breath trying to ignore the memories of being in this club from my late teens. On cue, a sparkling champagne bottle made its way towards me, along with a familiar face. Showing her deep dimples in her cheeks, in a slim skin tight light emerald green dress, the young beauty made her way to me. A song by Future began to play, coincidentally a song that she made me memorize because she would dance to during our own private sessions.

Lookin Exotic.

Why wouldn't she not know I was here, I was her favorite every time, even though she was a personal favorite of the club and only dealt with the fattest pockets that walked in this spot. The security guard at the VIP ropes let her through. Placing down the champagne on the table as it settled into a sizzle, she came and sat next to me.

Licking over her full lips she smiled at me with pearly teeth, "Long time no see Calen, you going to give me a hug?"

"Of course Dawn, how you been?" I asked as she moved closer embracing me in a hug, smelling like a very sweet fragrance. Her hands clenched me tightly, in a more than friendly type hug. Ignoring it I looked into her light brown eyes that sparkled in the dim club. Her name inside the club was Tootsie, but with knowing her so well we eventually got on first name basis.

Not bothering to move back in her previous spot, she spoke in my ear softly, "I've been good, I didn't think I would see you come through anymore."

"Yeah, well you can't work all the time." I told her speaking back in her ear since the music was so loud in the club.

"I know that's right, not like you can't take plenty of time off, as hard as you go in. You look good as usual though, getting more manly by the years." She commented with a quick chuckle. I met Dawn at only eighteen with her being two years older than me and this club was the first for me knowing what the club experience was like. The only reason we really knew each so well was only because she was the step-daughter of the owner of the club I planned on meeting. Five years had came and gone yet she still was bad as ever.

Maybe if she hadn't been a bottle service girl something between us could have unfolded. I wasn't cool with every nigga getting to see such much of my girl, I was very stingy when it came to that.

I smiled at her, "Thank you, but I see you doing your thing too ma."

"Pshh, to be honest this is just something for the weekends, I run my own beauty salon." She told me with another smile.

"That's wassup Dawn, proud to hear that." I told her genuinely. It was good to know that she wasn't just having her ass on display fully being a bottle service girl to pay her bills, baby was on the come up making me proud. It always threw me off that her step father had her working in his club freely, but everyone had to get their money some way.

"Thanks, I honestly been thinking about you to keep me motivated. I know first hand running a business is not easy." She confessed, shocking me completely, I was taken off guard by her words.

"I'm glad I can be that inspiration for you, real talk." I nodded, shaking off my shock at what she just told me.

"Yeah, how long you in Miami for?" She asked looking me up and down, "Do you want a glass?" She asked maneuvering her hands to the champagne. This is how it always started, with her giving me glass after glass of the champagne, then a private dance for the free, just to try to come home with me. I had always declined, and tonight I was only on one mission.

If I wasn't in love maybe I would have took her up on her offer tonight. Mostly because it's been a while since a nigga got some pussy, but none of that mattered right now.

"No thank you ma, just waiting on Ruiz." I told her, with the flashing lights in the club I could see a little disappointment on her milk chocolate brown complexion. She nodded standing giving me a kiss on my cheek. It was the first time since getting jumped, that I had someone actually have a decent conversation and couldn't just let her walk away. Dawn was a good friend and I appreciated her company as always.

"It was good seeing you again Calen." She smiled turning to walk off but I stopped her, grabbing her wrist. Her brows furrowed in confusion looking down at me. Looking up at her I went in my pockets, feeling the stack of hundreds I placed there just for when I would run into her.

Placing the stack in her hand of at least eighty five Benjamin's in a money clip, I pulled her closer so she could bend down to talk in her ear, "Expand that business you got ma, and tell Ruiz I'm ready for him."

Leaning back up Dawn gave me the most lustrous glare licking over her bottom lip like she wanted to take me down right here in VIP, "I got you baby."

About ten minutes later I was being led into the main office, of the club. It overlooked the entire vicinity of the building. Walking in I saw deep security in all parameters of the huge office.

Turning to face me a big smile was plastered on his olive tan face, "Well if it isn't the infamous Calen Rodriguez in my club!"

"How you doing Zeus?" I asked walking up around his desk to hug him, he gave my arms a tight squeeze before letting me go analyzing me up and down.

Taking a puff of his cigar he did a throaty chuckle, "Mi sobrino look at you! Getting old, no?"

Zeus was Cassie's older brother, that I met when I couldn't remember at the tender age of four, ever since then he's been in my life. I thanked the heavens that Dawn and I weren't nowhere blood related to be cousins, because it would be awkward as fuck. Especially since I didn't know Cassie was her aunt until after we met in the club one night.

"Nah, just seasoned." I did a quick chuckle, knowing it's been a year and a half in seeing him. Blowing smoke away from my face he nodded dropping his hands down to his sides.

Zeus raised his bushy eyebrows with a deep smile, "Nothing wrong with that Calen, sit please sit, want a drink?"

"I'm fine, thank you though." I nodded going to sit in one of the plush seats that sat in front of his huge desk.

"I wish I had of made sure to clean this place up a little bit more for you, damn its been so long!" He exclaimed plopping down in his office chair that matched the mahogany brown color of his desk.

I waved my hand at him once, "It is no need for that, honestly, it's good seeing you though man."

"Of course, of course Calen." He blinked at me, "When the last time you talked to your mother?"

"About two months." I admitted and he nodded at me once taking another puff of his cigar.

"It's important to stay in contact with your madre' young man, because once she's gone she's gone." He advised me with a serious tone, blowing smoke out his mouth quickly and I nodded keeping eyes contact with his dark brown ones.

I chuckled looking down at my lap, "I would know wouldn't I?"

"Si, you would." Zeus agreed with me, lowering his eyes to a squint at me, taking another pull of his cigar.

"Yeah, how's life?" I asked him, he shrugged sitting back in his seat.

"Well shit, I've been wondering since my secretary Ivan, told me that Calen Rodriguez was in my club, if the shit is about to hit the fan." He told me, and I smiled shaking my head looking back at him.

"Seriously Zeus?" I chuckled as he kept a serious facial expression.

He put out his cigar in the glass clear ashtray on his desk, "Yes sir, I am serious, I get no heads up from you...so I ask Calen. No Bullshit."

Staring him down I looked around his office seeing his security gripping their guns a little more tighter. Turning my head back to Zeus, he had his hands put together under his chin staring dead in my eyes.

Blinking once he leaned forward a little, "Mi joven sobrino, ¿por qué estás aquí realmente?"

Looking him over, I leaned back in my chair deciding to tell him what I needed of him, "I need the heat Zeus."

Leaning back in his chair after my words, he looked around his office, a skinny Caucasian guy in a dark grey suit, I began to notice stood off in the distance I assumed was Ivan, "Well there goes my fuckin' week!"

"Zeus." I mumbled looking at him, and he sat back up in his seat giving me his full attention, "Everything you have."

Sparking back up his cigar Zeus stared deeply in my eyes, "Back to that life again Calen?"

"No, it's just a small problem I need to take care of." I told him and he nodded.

Blowing smoke he pursed his lips, "Is this over a woman?"

"Not entirely." I smiled and he began to laugh.

"You lying son of a bitch." He yelled, "Don't tell your mother I called you that."

"I won't." I smiled at him.

"You do something for me, I do something for you understand?" He told me standing back up out his chair.

"Anything." I crossed my hands into my lap.

"Everyone out now!" He yelled, immediately his security exited out the office, "Calen come here."

Standing to my feet I walked over to him as he turned and looked out over the two seeing glass, as bodies danced back and forth in the view before us.

"My step daughter has been faithful in the moment that I agreed to let her work in this club, of an agreement we made almost six years ago." He told me, referring to Dawn.

"I've watched as so many men left and right lust after her, knowing she never had made attempt to have a boyfriend or husband." He continued, "But I saw years ago how much she is in love with you."

Swallowing, I trailed my eyes over to Dawn working the floor with a sparkling bottle of champagne on a tray in her hands.

Zeus took a deep sigh looking over at me, "Do you know what I'm asking of you Calen?"

"Yes sir." I mumbled, making eye contact with him.

"Just one night, and all my hardware that I have will be in your hands for disposal." He told me, and that was all I needed to hear.

Thanks For Reading!😍

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The Beginning

In early August of 2021, a magic device called a pregnancy test revealed that I was going to be a mom. By the end of October, I had also become a wife. It was my dream to be a mom and a wife someday… I just didn’t think it would be so soon, and at the worst possible time. I’d turned twenty just a week before the positive pregnancy test. I was still living at my mom’s. Three days later I was fired from my job. I wasn’t in college or learning a trade. My boyfriend-now-husband and I were arguing every day. He’d already decided to join the US Navy a few weeks prior. Every night I had the same vision: a single, underaged, uneducated, unemployed woman girl living with her mother and struggling to make ends meet for the rest of her life.

You could say I was a bit of a pessimist back then.

I didn’t tell my mother for two weeks. I was terrified and ashamed. My boyfriend and I argued about what to do as most young adults do when their lives have been changed drastically overnight. After a cooling-down period much needed by both of us, we made a game plan. Appointments were made and family members were told. He would continue with his plan to join the Navy, however heartbroken it made me. We would get married, and our baby would be provided for.

About two weeks before our wedding at the courthouse, I suffered a subchorionic hemorrhage. I was twelve weeks pregnant, and there was blood pouring down my legs. I drove myself to the ER, a Hello Kitty towel folded under me, and I was shoved into a wheelchair and rushed through various testing. I heard the words “bleeding” and “miscarriage”. I was completely alone. My mother was hours away on a business trip. My fiancé was stuck at a plasma center forty minutes away with no car. My sister and her girlfriend offered to come stay with me, but I didn’t want them to see me that way; visibly trembling, sobbing, blood dripping from the wheelchair to the linoleum floor. An older woman–a stranger–sat down next to me and rubbed my back and told me I would be okay, that she was going to sit right there with me so I wasn’t alone. I think about her often.

My fiancé finally made it to me two hours later, and after four more hours of waiting and bleeding and waiting some more, a doctor came in and told us our baby was healthy and safe. We cried, I was put on pelvic rest for a month, and we went home.

I got married two days before Halloween in a long black dress my mother and I bought at Forever 21. I held a bouquet I’d made myself out of fake flowers and ribbons from Micheal’s, and we had our rings–bought at an antique mall in Arlington, Texas–in two little cardboard boxes that I’d drawn a heart on the tops of. We had seven guests at the ceremony including the judge, and afterward our first meal together as husband and wife was fried chicken from Winco. Later that night we had a wedding party at Dave and Buster’s. We ate cake, drank sugary drinks (nonalcoholic for my fourteen-week pregnant self, of course), and played arcade games all night. My favorite part was sitting with my husband at a coin pusher as we talked for hours.

On December 6th, my new husband left for boot camp. The next day my car broke down on the highway, and when my mother and her boyfriend showed up to rescue me I cried and cried and ate the bag of Doritos and Oreos they bought me. I’d like to blame the pregnancy hormones, but really I was just missing the man who annoyed me the most in the world.

Okay, maybe it was a little bit of the pregnancy hormones, too.

The holidays were a blur. I was promised a phone call on Christmas Day from my husband that I didn’t get until New Year’s Eve. I cried, he cried, I told him about Betty White and whatever other gossips he needed to be updated on, and an hour and a half later we hung up and I cried for a little while longer.

In early February my mom, my father-in-law, and I flew up to Illinois to watch my husband graduate basics. I was twenty-seven going on twenty-eight weeks pregnant, and I had never been happier. The ceremony was nearly three hours long and my butt was numb by the end of it but that moment of seeing him for the first time in two months was worth it. We met up at the hotel we were staying at later, went to dinner in my father-in-law’s rented orange Mustang, and I changed my flight just to stay two days longer.

At thirty-two weeks, I went into preterm labor. There were strong drugs involved, a lot of flirting with the nurses by yours truly, and plenty of drug-induced Eminem rapping that could have earned me my own diss track by Slim Shady himself. Seventy-two hours later, my husband caught a flight home just in time for the birth of our baby boy.

The Bug was born two months before his due date. He stayed in the NICU for eighteen days with lots of visits from Mommy and Daddy. He was a favorite among the NICU nurses; he had his mother’s sassy attitude and his father’s love of dramatics and he wasn’t afraid to show it. He came home dressed in a preemie-sized Winnie-the-Pooh outfit that was still too big on him. Everyone who met him over the next few weeks wore a mask, and everyone fell in love with him.

A lot has happened since then.

I turned twenty-one in July of 2022. My husband graduates from submarine school in a few months. We moved to base housing one thousand seven hundred miles away from home and the furthest I’ve ever been from my family. I’m on medication for postpartum depression that makes me feel like the old me. The Bug is crawling and saying made-up words that I have to pretend are real words. I have a plant named Dorothy and I crochet when I’m not writing, drawing, or catching The Bug’s head before it smacks on the hardwood floor. I’ve even thought about taking college classes this next year.

Join me on this journey of young motherhood, young wifehood, and overall young adulthood. I’m still learning and growing, and hopefully, I can bring some peace, laughter, and connection to others in similar situations while I learn and grow (and teach and nurture my own spawn).

Itsy xx

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11/26/2022

I didn’t really do anything today. I mostly just sat around and played video games on my computer. I ate a little bit of food. It was all unhealthy stuff. You know stuff like dorito's, cereal, and those chocolate pretzels. Those games I played with my friends were pretty fun. We played portal 2 well. Actually I played a bit of portal but I needed help from my friend max to beat it. Overall my day was pretty terrible. I feel like kids my age would be doing stuff like hanging out at restaurants or like riding bikes or something. I don’t really get how they do it. But maybe I’ll talk about it some time else cause I’m tired and don’t really want to write more. Well I do want to write more but I don't have it in me.

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Mischief and Foxy

Fandom: Teen Wolf

pairing: Stiles x reader

Warnings: drowning, the spaz we know as Stiles

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Mischief and Foxy.

AKA, Stiles and Y/N.

The two had been inseparable since kindergarten. It was snack time and she wanted to regular Doritos. But, someone had gotten the last pack. The teacher explained that she would have to get something else. So, Y/N sadly grabbed the Cool Ranch Doritos and walked to the benches, where she sat and ate her chips and drank her Capri-Sun.

Stiles, ever the observant one even at 6, went over and sat by her. He placed his red bag of Doritos in front of her. Y/N looked up, sniffling, and met his brown eyes. Stiles smiled a toothless smile at her.

“You can have mine, Y/N,” his small voice said. Her name came out a little messed up due to his missing teeth. Y/N wiped her watery eyes and nodded. She passed him the blue bag of chips and took the red one.

“Thank you, Stiles.”

From then on, they were inseparable. Constantly sharing snacks his mom packed, sleepovers with Scott too, and obviously, mischief.

While at a sleepover when they were 13, they were watching some action movie. Stiles, Y/N, and Scott were in the Stilinski living room while Mr. Stilinski was at the station. There was a blanket throw over the three of them and snacks and trash scattered everywhere. Y/N sat between the two boys, leaning against Stiles.

“You need a nickname,” Stiles spoke suddenly. The other two turned towards him questioningly. Stiles shrugged. “We both have one. I’m Mischief and Scott is Scoot. C‘mon.”

Scott nodded and laughed while Y/N frowned.

“Why am I always left out,” she wined playfully. Stiles rolled his eyes.

“That’s why we’re trying to figure out a nickname for you,” he retorted.

“What about Foxy?” Scott spoke up. The two turned to him. He shrugged. “What? You’re very sly like one. And when we were younger, you had a stuffed red fox. And then, our first Halloween as friends, you dressed up as a snow fox. It’s fitting.”

Y/N’s face brightened and she squealed.

“Yes! Yes! Please Stiles. Please?” She begged, dragging out the ‘e’ sound of the last please.

“Why are you begging me? It’s your name.”

Y/N squealed and hugged them both.

Now, at 17, they are practically joined at the hip. Where one goes, the other follows. That includes college.

The two decided to go to the FBI academy together. Even in their 9th grade year, they decided they wanted to work for the FBI. Together.

The Pack decided to have a summer party before everyone went to college. They ended up staying at Y/N’s grandmother’s lake house.

While having a dance party, Stiles turned to Y/N. He grabbed her hand to get her attention. She turned to him, her hair falling over her shoulders.

“Can we go down to the lake?” He asked. Y/N smiled brightly in response. He tugged her hand and walked towards the door. The others watched and Scott smiled knowingly.

As they walked through the dewy grass, the moonlight shone over them, they stayed quiet. They ended up at the dock, waves crashing onto the shore and spraying them ever so slightly.

Y/N stayed quiet, trusting him to talk when he was ready. She saw his ‘thinking’ ticks-hands running through his hair, drumming his fingers on his thigh, squeezing her hand occasionally.

“I,uh… I just wanted to talk, about the future,” he spoke softly. Y/N walked to where she was in front of him. She kept her hand in his, but reached up and brushed some hair out of his face, smiling softly when he scrunched his nose up and his eyebrows twitched. “I know college is a difficult time for-for most people. I know that friends drift away. But, I don’t want that. I don’t want to not have you. You’ve become such a integral part of my life. I’ve gotten so used to you being with me, being beside me. I want you- no I need you. I need you to be beside me. I don’t think I can live without you.”

Y/N’s heart broke at his desperate expression. As he talked, his grip on her hand got tighter. She dropped his hand and cupped his face. Stiles brought his hands and gripped her wrists. Tears were swimming in his eyes.

“Stiles, I’m not leaving you. I’m in for the long run. Nothing you do could get rid of me- not even murder,” she joked. Stiles chuckled and closed his eyes, resting head on hers and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. She did the same. After a while of embracing each other, she pulled back with a mischievous grin. “Now c’mon Mischief, let’s have some fun.”

She let go and dan towards the end of the dock. She took off her shoes and jacket, then jumped in. Stiles laughed at her and ran towards the end too. He took off his shoes too, rolled up his pants, and sat down. He dipped his feet into the cold water and shivered.

After a while of silence, Stiles began to get worried.

“Y/N?” He called out. He waited a beat and there still wasn’t a reply. He began to panic. “Y/N!”

He looked around the best he could in the moonlight and saw some ripples in the water a few feet ahead. Then, he saw a hand.

“Oh my- Y/N!”

He all but ripped his hoodie off and his shirt too. He dove into the water and was immediately cold. Swimming to the surface he sucked in air. Looking around, he saw the hand again. He frantically swam to her and blindly reached out to feel her.

He distantly heard the back door open and the others come out.

Stiles kept reaching out until he felt skin. He gasped and tried to grip the piece of skin. It was her arm. He pulled her towards him and he saw that she was unconscious.

“Stiles! What’s happening?” Scott yelled. Stiles breathed a sigh of relief- he knew he couldn’t do this by himself. He continued to hold her, not even paying attention to Scott or the others.

“She-she jumped in and-and-and I didn’t see or hear her so I j-jumped in too,” he explained, looking her over. Her face had paled and despite the summer, her lips started getting a darker tint to them. He pulled her to his chest and swam the best he could. Her head rested in his shoulder.

“Ok. Give us a second. Theo is going to jump in and help you get her to the shore.”

Stiles heard a splash behind him followed by the feeling of someone swimming behind him. Theo swam in front of him.

“We’ll both carry her to the shore. You can’t swim and carry her at the same time,” Theo explained. Stiles hesitated but nodded.

The two grabbed one of her arms and swam towards the dock. Scott, Lydia, and Liam were all there to help get them up.

Once at the dock, Stiles and Theo lifted Y/N up and Scott and Liam dragged her onto the wood. Then, they helped the two soaking wet boys climb up-Stiles scrambled up.

When he got up there he immediately went to Y/N’s side. Scott was already at her side, checking her pulse and listening for breathing.

“She’s not breathing. We’re gonna have to do CPR,” Scott said, panicked. Stiles’s eyes widened.

“Can you do it?” He asked the Alpha. Scott nodded and the proceeded to do CPR. He latched his fingers together, placed them on her chest, and started doing compressions. After about 6 compressions, he opened her mouth and breathed into her.

This went on a few times until her eyes shot open and she coughed up water.

Stiles immediately rushed to where he was sitting in front of her and made sure she could breathe. Once he was sure she wasn’t having difficulty, he pulled her into a hug.

“Oh, gosh. Oh my….Y/N,” he muttered. The amount of relief he felt could only compare to when he rescued his dad from Jennifer Blake. Y/N clung to Stiles and sobbed into his neck. She gripped his shirt and put a hand in his hair, pulling it. But Stiles didn’t seem to mind-at all.

The others looked to Stiles, to see if they needed anything else. Stiles shook his head and they left. He mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Theo who nodded and walked away.

Y/N pulled away and looked at Stiles. He looked back into her e/c eyes and smiled. He brought his hands up to her face and wiped off the moisture- he couldn’t tell if it was tears or the lake water.

“What happened?” He asked quietly. Y/N sniffled and brought up her hand to wipe her nose off.

“I was swimming and was going to surprise you by sneaking up on you. But my foot got caught in some plants underwater and I couldn’t move. I tried- oh I tried to yell but I wasn’t about water,” she explained, tears coming to her eyes once again. Stiles shushed her gently and put his hands on either side of her face. Her brought her head forward and kissed her forehead, leaving his lips against it.

“Never do that again, please.” His lips brushed against her forehead, sending an unknown feeling through her body.

Y/N glanced up at him and nodded.

“I’m sorry Stiles.”

Stiles smiled and hugged her again. He pulled back quickly though.

“Let’s go inside Foxy. We need to warm up. I’ll even let you wear one of my hoodies,” he teased. Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled.

They stood up together and he tried to walk off, but she tugged him back by the hand. He looked confused until her lips met his. He was shocked for a second but kissed back. His arms found her waist and hers found his neck.

Pulling back when they remembered oxygen was a thing, they were both blushing and smiling. But Y/N’s turned into a smirk and she let go of him. She walked towards the house but turned around again.

“I was gonna wear the hoodie anyway Stilinski.”

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Nobody’s Fool (Chapter #45)

Chapter #45. Penn takes a bite out of the Big Apple and gets some incredible news.

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CW: Adult language ________________________________________

NOBODY'S FOOL

Chapter #45: Mariposa

Word Count: 1,774 Read Time: Approx. 14 mins

[Eveline's POV]

We piled into our trusty van the morning after, and we were back to being one big, happy family. Dani drove, I sat passenger side and the boys were in the back. Penn sat on the console, leaning against my hand, legs crossed in front of him. I rested a few fingers around his ribs just in case we hit a bumpy patch in the road. He seemed comfortable and relaxed. His right arm was propped up between my finger and thumb, his hand resting on the base of my thumb. I was practically beside myself with giddiness every time he showed me he trusted me again. A sweet little kiss on the pad of my finger, the way he would absentmindedly wrap his hand around one of my nails, or when I could feel him looking at me, dreamily, and I’d pretend not to notice. I was so ridiculously in love with him.

In this moment, he was locked in a heated debate with the guys. They were trying to decide, all things being equal and if Penn were human sized, who of them would win in fight, Penn or Riley. Boys were always stupid, even if they were only as big as your hand. He leaned forward emphatically pointing at Riley, “No, dude, fuck you! I could so easily kick your ass! You’re literally high all the time!”

“No way! No fucking way. I’d break that pretty face of yours before you had time to swing back!” Riley retorted as he shadow boxed, looking absolutely laughable. I was pretty sure he’d never scrapped a day in his life. “I mean, c’mon, look at these guns!!” He flexed his arm and then pulled up his shirt. I hated to admit it, but there was more muscle definition than I was expecting for a man who smoked weed and ate a steady diet of Doritos everyday. Travis laughed of course, knowing that he could have taken either of them with his eyes closed.

“Oh is that how we’re doing it? Alright!” Before I could hold him back, Penn leapt up and ripped off his t-shirt too, spreading his arms and flexing. He wasn’t muscle bound by any means, but he certainly had quite a bit more definition than Riley. There was no denying this and Riley realized he was losing ground. He sighed.

“Whatever, man! I’d love to see you try!”

“So that’s settled then! I’m clearly the winner!”

“I didn’t say that!”

“Don’t need to, it’s obvious enough as is!!” He beat his chest like a proud and very very stupid gorilla. Before he could bask in his so called victory, though, Riley’s finger pressed into his middle, making him stagger backwards, “Hey! No fair!” The finger came at him again but this time he was prepared. He leapt onto it, wrestling the whole of Riley’s Index finger trying to bend it backwards. He couldn’t, of course. But it was pretty fun to watch him try. Finally, out of breath, he tapped the surface of the console. “I’m out!” He heaved. Travis and I locked eyes with each other and soon we were all busting up, tears welling in our eyes as we recognized how goddamn stupid that whole thing had just been.

I pinched his shirt between two fingers and held it before him, “Want this back?” He looked up at me and nodded, taking it from me and pulling it over his head. “You guys are such idiots!” I shook my head at them. Penn made puppy dog eyes and threw himself on top of my hand.

“Yeah, but we’re your idiots and you’re stuck with us forever!!” He curled up into the crook of my hand, kissing my skin and looking up at me with big, adorable eyes. He was right. I wrapped my fingers around him and lifted him up, holding him close to my face.

“Ugh! I’m way too easily manipulated by you, you know that?”

“It’s the one advantage I have: being cute and winning your heart! Can you blame a guy for trying his best?” He looked up at me sheepishly through those sweet brown eyes. I couldn’t win, not with an adorable face like that! I kissed him on the cheek, before lowering him back down.

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When we arrived in New York, I was immediately reminded of just how minuscule I really was. This place was crawling with humanity in every possible square inch. My jaw dropped at the sheer scale of it all. The gang took me to Times Square and my eyes were aglow with all the insanely bright digital billboards bursting with color, while people swarmed around each other, the sound of grinding brakes and tires on pavement as traffic moved at a painfully slow shuffle, the buzz of conversations in all different languages from around the world, vendors selling cheap commercial art, records, souvenirs, hot dogs and tacos. Eveline kept me on her shoulder, wrapped up in her scarf to keep warm. “This place is insane!!” I whispered into her ear. She laughed, gingerly resting a finger on my knee.

“I know! Welcome to the Big Apple!!”

“Big is an understatement!” I chuckled in pure awe. She laughed, turning her head to kiss me.

“C’mon, let’s get settled in, yeah?”

I soon found myself on a hotel bed as Eveline unpacked a few things. It was moments like this where I wished I could help her, let her relax while I carried her stuff and organized the space. Instead, I fiddled with my guitar, seated cross legged in the exact center of the bed.

As soon as she was done, she crawled on the bed toward me, then leaned down to press her lips into mine, my body shivering with joy as she touched me. I kissed her back, grateful to be alone with all her attention on me… that is until her phone began to ring. I still hated those things. She pulled away, much to my disappointment, to look at the caller ID. Her brow furrowed. “Who is it?” I whispered.

She shook her head, “Don't know…” she answered the call. Her hand resting gently on my body, as I sat up, curious to see what was going on. “…. This is she…” she locked eyes with me, her expression brightening, “Yes, of course! He’s right here, give us just one moment…” a smile painted her features as she muted the phone call, and placed the device at my feet. She brushed my cheek with the pad of her thumb. I leaned in to her, practically trembling with anticipation… What is it, Eveline? “The woman on the line is from a major record company… she wants to meet with you about an offer…. A solo offer.” My jaw hung open. Was it possible? Me? What would this mean for the band? Was I even ready for something like that? My face flushed, as I managed to nod my head. She caressed my spine and shoulders as she unmuted the call.

The voice through the speakers was melodic, soft, “Hello? Am I speaking with the world’s most famous pet?” I squirmed from embarrassment, chuckling.

“Uh, that’s, that’s very kind of you. This is Penn, yes. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?”

“So polite! My name is Naomi Delgado, and I am a representative of Mariposa Records. I happen to be in our offices in the city today, and I’d like to invite you to come see me. You’ve made quite the stir in the indie music community and we couldn’t help but notice your exceptional talent. Would you be available this afternoon?” I locked eyes with Eveline, she was nodding emphatically, playing with my hair. I kissed her finger.

“Yes! Certainly! It’d be an honor.” She gave us the address of the office, and we freshened up and I packed my guitar as Travis entered our room. We’d asked him to come up to discuss this sudden and unexpected change. Eveline had placed me on the surface of the desk while Travis sat in the office chair, leaning on his elbow propped up close to me. “What do you think?” I stood with my arms crossed over my chest, genuinely curious about his response.

“You want my honest opinion?” I nodded my head, “I think you should go for it.” I let out a sharp breath I’d been holding on to, “I truly believe you’ve got the talent to pull it off, and I think you’ll be able to do more to advocate if it’s just your voice. I’m so proud of you, man. It was such an honor to go on this journey with you.” His voice cracked slightly with emotion.

I couldn’t help the tears welling up in my eyes, “Don't talk like this is goodbye! I’d wanna open for you and keep collaborating…”

Travis smiled as he placed a massive finger on my shoulder, “Penn, I promise, pretty soon we will be opening for you, not the other way around…” I smiled, pressing my hand into the bed of his nail, my eyes bright with amazement. Travis always seemed to have his finger on the pulse of where I’d head next, even before it had registered as a possibility for me. He cleared his throat, “Besides, Spence called and said he’s finally healthy enough to travel, he booked a flight and wanted to come jam with us. Now, I suppose it’ll be his first show back headlining and your last show as an official member of the band… what do you think??” Good, if I went independent, Spence would have his place in the band again, all seemed to fit into place.

Still, I chuckled and shook my head, “Well, I think I have to still meet with this woman first! Let’s not get ahead of ourselves!” Trav shrugged. I loved when he got that passionate glint in his eye, enthusiastic for the future.

“I’ve got no doubt in my mind, Penn, you’re gonna do incredible things.” Tears welled up in my eyes, as I slipped under his thumb, wrapping my arms around the flesh of his palm and squeezing as hard as I could. He wrapped his fingers around me, warmly embracing me in return.

“No matter what the future holds, you’ll always be my brother…”

He beamed, “Cowpokes for life, man!” I caught Eveline’s eyes as she watched this scene unfold. She was bursting with pride and love. I couldn’t help the warm tears that streamed down my cheek. I loved these two humans with all my heart.

Now, to see where I was taking them next!

#Big Apple #Cowpokes for life is my new motto #Should I make t-shirts?#g/t related #g/t #g/t community #g/t au #giant/tiny #g/t fluff #sfw g/t #oc:penn #size difference

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Sleepovers {Reki, Langa, and Miya}

A/N: Hope you don’t mind, but I decided to merge these two together because I just love the idea of Reki and Langa messing around with Miya hehe. I think this is my first Sk8 fic?? Im so excited to write for this bunch of cute characters, I’ve been itching to try them out. Hope everyone enjoys! :D

Summary: Reki, Langa, and Miya are sleeping over at Reki’s house. They decide to play some video games, but when Miya wins and starts acting smug, how will Reki and Langa react?

Word Count: 1.6k (under the cut)

“I got the chiiiips!” Reki sang, dropping a bag of doritos and a bag of sour cream and onion chips onto the table that was currently already overloaded with goodies and snacks.

Candies, soda, popcorn, everything you could imagine that definitely wasn’t good for you was on that table, and Miya only looked up with Reki with a slight cringe on his face.

“You’re gonna get way sick,” he said, turning his attention back to his little DS, tapping away at the buttons as he cleared level after level.

“Everyone knows if you drink a soda with it it cancels out, right Langa?” Reki said confidently, sitting down on the couch next to Miya and reaching across to fist bump Langa, who hesitantly fist bumped him back.

“I don’t think that’s how it works, but sure,” He said, picking up the remote that sat nestled between a bag of chocolates and a box of gummy worms, turning on the TV.

The three of them had been practicing their skateboarding at the skate park all day, practicing ollies and whatnot until the sun had almost set. Now, they were at Reki’s house, where they planned to sleepover… er, less of a sleepover, and more hanging out. With all that sugar they were about to consume, there was no way they’d be falling asleep anytime soon.

Reki popped open the bag of sour cream and onion chips and stuffed his hand in, grabbing a few and munching on them before offering them to Miya and Langa. Langa took a handful and ate one at a time while Miya only took one, too focused on his DS game to grab any more.

“Miya, did you bring the switch?”

“I always bring the switch, slime.”

Miya hopped off the couch and dug into his bag, pulling out the console and setting it up on the television set, handing controllers to Reki and Langa before sitting down between them, his own controller in hand.

“What games do you have?” Langa asked as Miya switched from the cable to the switch on the television set with the remote, shrugging.

“I have stuff like Animal Crossing and Super Mario, but we should probably play Mario Kart or something, since those are multiplayer games.”

“What’s the difference between Super Mario and Mario Kart?” Reki asked curiously, and Miya scoffed.

“Of course a slime like you wouldn’t know the difference.”

“Hey!”

Miya grinned smugly as he booted up the game and Reki grumbled, turning to Langa who only shrugged. Langa reached for the box of gummy worms, taking a few and popping them in his mouth, Reki reaching for the chocolates.

“Which buttons do I press?” Langa asked, inspecting the controller.

“Nothing right now, but this button helps you accelerate and you steer with the joystick,” Miya explained, pointing at the controller as Langa nodded. He showed it to Reki as well and they selected their characters and karts, Miya finally starting the race once they were all ready.

They took off, Miya almost immediately taking first place while Langa and Reki struggled to stay anywhere close to him. Reki and Langa moved their controllers around as they moved, strained looks on their faces while Miya remained completely calm and just moved his thumbs on the controller, easily retaining his winning spot.

“How are you so good at this?!” Langa cried out, running into a wall.

“He’s probably cheating!” Reki whined, getting hit by a red shell.

“I’m not cheating, I’m just better than you slimes,” Miya said cockily, and Reki sent him a glare, which turned out to be a mistake as he got stuck in last place. He groaned in frustration as Miya chuckled, taking first easily as Langa came in seventh, with Reki in dead last.

Miya looked at Reki and Langa one at a time, the same cocky grin on his face as he looked at them before he reached to the table, pulling out a few chips and munching on them, the grin never leaving his face.

Reki glared at Miya as he started the next race, and an idea popped into Reki’s head. He glanced over at Langa and winked at him, Miya too busy focusing on winding up his kart, and Langa looked at Reki confused. Reki pointed at Miya and winked twice, hoping that Langa would catch on, but the race was already underway, and Langa was now too busy trying to catch up to Miya to figure out what Reki had been suggesting.

Langa weaved through racers, obviously having learned from the previous race and was now right behind Miya. Miya looked over at Langa quickly before throwing a banana behind him that he had been saving, knocking Langa out who groaned in frustration.

“That was just rude!” Langa said, trying to regain his second place status and failing.

Miya only chuckled, and Reki decided to put his plan into action. He waited until he was at a part of the race where he was going straight, not needing to steer, and reached over to scribble his hand up Miya’s side. Miya squeaked, jumping up and nearly dropping his controller. A few people passed him, including Langa who now took first place, grinning happily from ear to ear.

“Okay, now that was cheating!” Miya complained, quickly catching up to Langa once more when he felt a prod at his other side from Langa. Miya squealed, twisting away and falling behind again, now Reki having passed him. Miya grumbled, trying to catch up but only managing to squeak and flail as Langa and Reki poked him every so often.

The race eventually finished, Langa in first, Reki in second, and Miya in dead last. Miya puffed his cheeks and turned to Reki, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

“You’re such a cheater! I totally would’ve beaten you slimes if you didn’t cheat!”

“Hmm, but you still lost Miya… Do you know what happens when you lose~?” Reki sang, wiggling his fingers at Miya. Miya started to back away from Reki, only bumping into Langa, who was also wiggling his fingers.

“Grab him.”

Miya was about to jump off the couch and run but Langa already had his hands on Miya’s hips, squeezing as he pulled him back down, making him squeak. As soon as he was back on the couch Langa hooked his arms under Miya’s, holding them up and exposing Miya’s torso. Reki grinned, pouncing on the dark-haired boy as his screeching laughter immediately began to echo throughout the room.

“STAHAhahahap! Stuhuhuhupid slime! Let me gohohoho!”

“This is what happens when you lose to a bunch of slimes!” Reki teased, scribbling his fingers all over Miya’s ribs, poking and prodding between each one as Miya kicked his legs around, nearly hitting Reki.

“Whoa there, almost hit me!” Reki said, grabbing Miya’s legs and squeezing his knees, only making him kick more as he cackled.

“Not thehehehehere! I hahahahate you!” Miya wailed, Reki traveling back to Miya’s torso and digging his hands under his arms, making Miya squawk as he kicked furiously, knocking Reki in the gut.

“Oof! Alright, you asked for it!”

Reki got up slightly positioning Miya’s legs in a leglock, sitting down on them so he couldn’t kick anymore. Langa let go of Miya, who instantly started to try and claw at Reki before Langa buried his hands under Miya’s arms, making him screech and fall back against the blue-haired skater.

“NOHOhohoho! Not yohohohohou too!” Miya exclaimed, squirming from side to side and flopping like a fish out of water as Langa continued to scribble under his arms as Miya practically screamed with mirth.

“Tickle tickle, Miya,” Langa teased, his voice sounding unenthused despite the huge, amused grin on his face as Miya thrashed beneath him, his face bright pink as Reki grabbed onto his socked foot, scribbling up and down as Miya yelled.

“NahahahaHAHAHA!! Reheheheki, not thehehehere!”

“You’ll say that no matter where we tickle you! Langa, try his tummy!”

“Ahahahahanywhere but thehehere!” Miya wailed, but Langa didn’t listen. He raised his hands above Miya, who squeaked in fear through his hysterical laughter. Finally, Langa’s fingers dove down, clawing at his tummy as Miya shrieked loudly, bucking wildly and laughing harder than before if that was even possible.

“Wow, looks like someone’s got a ticklish tummy!” Reki teased from his spot as he switched back to kneading Miya’s knees as he tried to kick his legs and get away from the horrible sensations, but he couldn’t.

“LEHEHeheheave me alohohoHONE! Stuhuhupid slimes!” Miya cackled, his face almost red now as tears started to trickle down his cheeks from the sheer intensity of the tickling.

Langa slowed his fingers on Miya’s tummy, now just tracing light circles as he looked over at Reki.

“Think he’s had enough?” Langa asked, slightly concerned with how Miya was wheezing and laughing as hard as he was.

Reki glanced over at the feline-like boy, who was clearly exhausted by the tickling he had just endured. Reki shrugged and nodded, figuring he had definitely sustained more tickling than needed and got off of him, Miya panting heavily between them.

“Y-You two are the wohorst,” he said, a few giggles still escaping his lips as he laid between Langa and Reki, who only chuckled at him. Langa ruffled his hair and Reki poked his tummy a few more times, making Miya whine.

“Let’s play one more round, and no cheating this time!” Miya finally said, picking up his controller. Reki and Langa nodded, picking up theirs as well before Miya started their final race, winner takes all!

#anon #sk8 the infinity #miya #reki #langa #renga #tickle fic

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