#i was up until 2:30am my time getting all emotional

[kimseongkyu]

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[lainiespicewrites]

Electric Summer Ch 3.

AHHH I'm loving this story so much!!! Here's chapter 3! I couldn't stop writing this lol

Summary: Sy and Lainie get ready for the campers to arrive. Everyone gets to know each other. It's a perfect summer day until...the weather takes a turn.

warnings: light cursing.

Reblogs and comments ALWAYS welcome! Please let me know what you think!!

Link for Ch2

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That night I barely slept. Buzzing with all of the energy from the day. The adrenaline and excitement and the butterflies. All of it ran through me like a high I didn’t want to come off of. But still I was skeptical. Was this the universe at play or was it just a coincidence? No, it couldn’t be. Not when all of my emotions seemed to be even stronger in his presence. And as much as I’d like to deny it, I still thought about him often. I had tried to let all of this go. But it’s like he had this grip on me. Everytime I tried to go out with someone new or go on a date. Or let someone touch me. It felt like I was betraying him. I knew that wasn’t true. I know Sy. He never really wanted me to wait forever, I don’t think either of us ever thought we’d see each other again. And if I had seen someone or been with someone he’d never hold that against me. But I just couldn’t do it. 

At some point I must’ve drifted off to a restless sleep. My alarm woke me at 6:30AM. After our dip in the lake yesterday I definitely needed a shower. After a quick morning shower and getting ready for the day. In just some simple workout shorts and a t-shirt. It was supposed to get hot today. I decided to start working on decorations for the cabin before breakfast. I remember one year our counselor made signs with  our names on them to hang over whatever bunk we’d chosen. I loved that idea. 

I went through the roster becca had given me when I’d checked in yesterday and got to work carefully drawing each name and fun summer designs on each one. I wasn’t much of an artist but I was genuinely pretty impressed with myself. 

Then I started to hang the garland letters sign I made for our door. Each year camp has a theme. And our counselors would come up with a name for our group or our cabin before we got there. It was always fun guessing and anticipating what cabin we would get. This year’s theme was classic movies. I smiled proudly to myself as I taped the string to the door after checking one last time to make sure it was straight. We were the “Pink Ladies” I may have a serious obsession with the film Grease. 

I’d decided that if we were paired with one of the boys cabins we would be the pink ladies and I’d convince the boys counselor to be the T-birds. Luckily, Sy didn’t take much convincing. We talked about it yesterday before we started going over the icebreaker games. Although he did briefly try to change my mind and talked about the boys doing a “Top Gun” theme but he conceeded when I pouted. I made both our signs last night. After about an hour of trying to fall asleep I gave up and sat on the floor cutting the letters out of cardstock. I planned on taking the sign over to him  after I figured out how to hang the fairy lights over the rafters. I climbed up onto the top bunk and started there making my way around the perimeter of the cabin. But there was still one long beam across the middle I started on the top bunk in one corner of the room but that only got me so far. I Pulled the little table in the center of the room over and climbed up standing on top of it. It was just tall enough for me to be able to toss the lights around and catch it on the other side of the beam. Just as I’d moved the table and climbed back up to start another section I heard the screen door open. 

“What are you doin?” He asked an edge of panic in his voice. Sy was leaning against the door frame watching me. 

“Hanging lights.” I shrugged, turning back to the task at hand. 

“You’re gonna get hurt,” He said. Walking over to the table staring up at me to meet my eyes. I looked down shaking my head. 

“I am not! I’m almost done once I finish this part I’m gonna climb onto the other bunk.” I explained wrapping the lights around one more time before starting to get down. I felt Logan’s hands on my waist steadying me and helping me off the table. “Thanks” I blushed turning away from him quickly it was to early for this. 

“Anytime darlin, you want some help?” He asked. I shook my head as I climbed the ladder to the top bunk diagonal from mine. 

“Nope this is the last part!” I said as I finished wrapping the lights around the beam. “Did you need something?” I asked. Looking down at him.

“Yeah you not to give me a heart attack!” He joked. I chuckled. 

“I was fine Logan!” I argued. He shook his head. 

“I was actually coming to see if you were ready to head over to breakfast?” He asked I looked down at my watch and looked back up. 

“Is it 8:30 already?” I asked. He nodded. 

“Sure is!” He smiled. I hopped down from the bunk laughing when his eyes went wide again. 

“Jesus woman,” He laughed. “Would you stop trying to get hurt!” He chided. 

“Oh so you can go of overseas and fight in a war, but I can’t do a little home decor without you threatening to put me in a bubble?” I raised an eyebrow. 

“I don’t mean you aren’t capable of doing it yourself darlin, it’s just if I remember right you tend to be accident prone.” He chuckled. 

“That was 7 years ago! I was 17, I was a little clumsy. That’s all.” I defended. 

“Sure,” He smiled. “You ready to go eat?” He asked. I nodded. 

“Just let me grab some shoes!” I slipped on a pair of vans and we headed out the door. 

I was so glad we took the time to sit down and enjoy breakfast because the rest of our morning and early afternoon went by so fast. 

We had another staff meeting about greeting campers. And meeting parents. Dealing with home sickness. A crash course on first aid. The first day’s schedule. Luckily Sy and I were with the older kids. High school age. So our day’s weren’t quite as structured. But somehow that made me more nervous. What if they just brushed us off and none of our effort was even worth it. 

I didn’t have time to think about it. At 1 pm right after lunch and after we finished. Some staff bonding games of our own it was time for check in. It was kind of a long process if I remember so I still had maybe 20 minutes before any of my campers would be there but I was still so nervous. I went and sat out on the picnic table writing down the schedule and some of the games Logan and I had talked about trying one last time to get all my thoughts organized. At one point when I looked up I saw him across the lawn standing on the porch of his cabin finally taping the sign I’d made to his door. 

Better late than never I suppose. I giggled to myself. To be fair it’s a miracle the boys cabins ever participated in those sorts of things anyway. They never were ones to decorate. And their cabins always had a certain…smell to them. I shook my head and looked up again just in time to catch his eye across the lawn. I smiled sending him a little wave. I saw him grin and he waived back. Just as I thought about walking over to chat, a young girl and what i’m guessing is her mom stopped in front of the cabin. 

“Cabin E?” The mom asked smiling. I nodded. Standing up to greet them. 

“That’s me!” I smiled. “Welcome to camp!”

“Thank you!” She said. “This is Emma,” she gestured to her daughter. 

“I can introduce myself mom,” she chided her mother. “I’ve been doing this for 4 years now.” Ah so she was a seasoned camper. She should be fun. 

“It’s nice to meet you Emma, I’m Lainie, do you need help bringing anything inside? I asked gesutring to her bags. 

“Oh I can help her!” Her mom jumped in. Emma rolled her eyes. 

“Mom I love you, but you’re hovering. I got it from here.” She assured her. The womans face fell but she nodded. 

“Alright I get it, it’s time for me to go.” she said. I gave her a sympathetic look. 

“Hey Emma no one else is here yet why don’t you go choose your bunk and get settled in, I always liked to get here early too so I could get the bed I wanted.” I told her. 

The girls eyes lit up and she nodded. She quickly hugged her mom and grabbed her bags walking toward the door. 

“It’s just two weeks mom! I love you!” she said before she walked inside. Her mother smiled sadly and looked back to me. 

“She’s so independent, I don’t know when that happened. She grew so fast. I’ll only get to do this with her one more year.” Her mother explained. 

“She’s just excited, I remember these days. I was a camper myself not to long ago. But trust me, about half way through the first week. I would start to get a little home sick. We alway miss our mommas.” I told her. 

“Thank you,” She smiled. “Sounds like she’s in good hands with you Lainie. I’d better go check on my son My husband is dropping off her twin brother Ethan. And they can both be a handful.” I laughed. 

“I know the type,” I chuckled. She smiled before heading off in the direction of Sy’s cabin. When I looked over there was a boy, and an older man standing outside talking with him. Emma’s mother joined them. The boy had blonde hair just like the girls. Must be her brother I thought.   I didn’t have much time to watch as two more campers and their family’s arrived. One whos name was Nicole she was also a camp alumn been coming just as long as Emma. It didn’t look like they knew each other very well though. Must not have been in the same cabin before. Nicole was a spitfire. Right out the gate. She walked right in claiming her bunk signing her name on the wall next to it, another camp tradition. She dismissed her parents right away as well. They stopped and talked for a bit but they’d done this before they didn’t have many concerns. The other girl  was much more timid and shy. She reminded me of myself my first year of camp. She was about a year or 2 younger than the other girls. Her name was Ryleigh. She was quiet when she introduced herself. Her mother talked to me about concerns of her being social and making friends. She was worried about her. I understood that. But I also understood the way that this place had a tendency to open people up and make them feel safe. What I told her was. I’d keep an eye on her. She’s gonna have a fun summer. I promised that. Another hour had gone by and all of my campers had arrived. I had 8 girls in my Cabin. I welcomed them all and gave them each their sign to put up by their bunks. 

“These are so cool!” Nicole said excitedly quickly climbing up to her bunk and taping it up immediately. 

“I like these!” Emma said, “Is it okay if we add more drawings or sketches to them?” She asked. I nodded 

“Absolutely they’re yours to do whatever you want with!” I smiled. “But if everyone is all settled in I think the boys are ready to meet up with us. Are you ready to meet everyone?” They were pretty excited to get things kicked off by this point most of the girls had been to camp at least once. They were ready to get the summer started. 

Sy and I had decided that we would meet up on the lawn and just sit out on the grass as a group to start things off. When we walked over Nicole immediately ran over hugging one of the boys, must be old friends. They immediately sat next to each other in the grass as Sy and I told everyone to form a circle. 

“Alright,” Sy spoke loudly getting everyones attention. “First we’d like to introduce ourselves. The boys have met me but ladies, I’m Logan, a lot of people call me Sy. I’ll answer to either one.” He smiled. I looked over and a couple of the girls were whispering to each other. I knew that face. I’d been the one making it years ago. Probably even still now. They thought he was cute. It’s so innocent those camp counselor crushes. I’d been there too. Once when I was 13 we had this counselor his name was Tanner. He was really nice and he played guitar and he sang. I was a sucker guys that were into music. I just smiled to myself, and realised it was my turn to talk. 

“We’re so excited to have you all here, I’m excited to meet all of your boys as well Sy! I’m Alayna but for most of my life and especially around here, everyone has always called me Lainie. Sy and I are so happy to be back here, we were campers ourselves but it’s been 7 years since we’ve been to camp.” I said. I stifled a laughed watching a few of them try to do the math in their head to calculate how old we were. 

“My family and I have been coming to camp since my dad was a kid,” Sy added. “I’m sure there are things that have changed since we’ve been here but there are some traditions that never wil!” He smiled. “You guys ready to kick off this summer?” They all cheered excitedly. 

“Okay,” I spoke. “Some people love this and some people don’t but there are 16 of you, there’s no faster way for us to learn all of your names and you who you are than some icebreakers.” a few of them groaned. “I know, I know we’re gonna make this as painless as possible, we were campers too remember? We went back and tried to find the games we had the most fun doing. 

“Everyone know how to play 2 truths and a lie?” Logan asked. Most of them nodded but we still explained the rules as a refresher. “But after we all guess.” He added. “We want you to talk a little bit more about one of your truths to us. Or explain why you chose that lie.” That seemed to really pique their interest. Beckett one of the boys in Logans cabin started the game. 

“Alright,” he started. “I’m a lifeguard, One time when my friends and I were on a college campus tour we played a pick up game of football with some of the college players. Or as a senior prank we stole our math teachers car.” Everyone started laughing. This kid had charisma. I could already see some of the girls eyes getting all dreamy. He was funny too. Sy was going to enjoy having him as a camper. 

“Did you still graduate?” Emma laughed. “No way you did that and didn’t get caught!” she said. 

“I graduated,” He nodded smirking proudly. 

“What position did you play?” Sy asked, talking about football. 

“In school I was wide receiver.” He answered. A few of the others went around asking questions. And then we all made our guesses. We all for sure thought he was lying about the car. 

“We got to sit in the stadium and watch them practice.” he said about the football. “But we didn’t get to play. I’d love to play in college though!” He added. The boys started laughing and the some of the girls shook their heads. 

“No freaking way,” Nicole said “How’d you pull that off, How’d you steal the car?” He smiled proudly, this guy was going to be our camp clown for sure. 

“One of my buddies TA’d for him and he would ask him to get stuff for him out of his car sometimes. So we came up with the idea that when he asked we would meet down there and move it to the student parking lot. He was a super chill guy. He thought it was funny! After he found his car anyway!” We all laughed. The game continued on. They all had a lot of fun with it. Some of them coming up with really strategic lies. Or just basic stuff they wanted us to know about them. It turned out great. It was Ryleigh’s turn last. I could see she was nervous she’d been avoiding going the whole time. 

“Uh, I’m Ryleigh,” She spoke softly. “I’m in band, uh I-I really like to read, and one time in middle school I won a rollerskating contest at our roller rink,” She was playing with her fingers looking at the ground. 

“What’s your favoirte book?” I asked her. She looked up for a second giving me a nervous smile. 

“Uhm Thousand Words by Jennefer Brown,” She said. I smiled 

“I’ve read that Its really good!” one of the girls said. I watched her face light up a little bit. 

“What instrument do you play?” Sy asked. 

“I play guitar.” She said. He nodded giving her a soft smile. One of the boys asked about the roller skating thing and a few other questions and we all guessed. 

“I don’t think you roller skate,” Ethan, Emma’s twin brother said. 

“I do!,” she smiled surprised she had fooled most of us. “I’m actually not in band. I do play guitar though! My dad taught me.” she said. 

“That’s so cool!” Beckett said. “Did you bring your guitar with you? You could totally play at campfire!” He said. She blushed and nodded slightly. 

“I did.” she said. 

“Sweet!” He smiled at her.  

Our afternoon was going really well. We talked to the kids about what things they wanted to make sure we did as a group this summer. What traditions were important to them. The boys were so excited to help Logan start planning for the prank war. At somepoint we were going to play flashlight hide and seek. That was always fun. We always set that up right after it started to get dark. They wanted to do a camp fire breakfast. We made them promise they were going to get up early to help us with it. But they were mainly just excited to hang out with their friends and do whatever we had planned. They were such a great bunch of kids. It always seemed like no matter the generation. We always reverted back to a state of innocence when we were at camp. Leaving technology behind and just being present. 

It was turning out to be a perfect first day. We had the kids make their name tags and  were playing a few more group games before dinner. But just as we were finishing up our last game it started to sprinkle. We gathered everyone up to head over to the dining hall and the sky let loose. It started to rain steadily. We all ran over from the Cabin’s making it inside just before it started to down pour. 

“Well,” Logan said from behind me making me jump, He chuckled. “Didn’t mean to scare ya darlin, but I bet they cancel the welcome campfire tonight, it’ll be way to wet now.” He said. I nodded. 

“That sucks. Some of the girls were looking forward to it. They had friends in other cabins they wanted to see. I had no idea it was supposed to rain.” I said. 

“Yeah, I was checking the weather on my way in yesterday. Could Possibly turn into a pretty rough thunderstorm.” He added. 

“Oh,” I said softly, biting my lip. I hated storms. Especially at camp. The cabins always felt so small and so thin. Like they wouldn’t hold. It was the one time I didn’t feel safe. But I played it off. “Guess we’ll be inside the rest of the evening then!”

During dinner they did infact announce that they were canceling the big welcome camp fire. It was for all the age groups at camp to welcome everyone all at once. And then each night each of the age groups had their own campfire. But we’d be doing neither of those things tonight. So much for the perfect first day. After dinner we decided to run over to the rec room. There was a pool table, and darts. Foosball, card games, board games, all of the inside entertainment we would could ever hope for. A few of the other cabin groups decided to head there too. So the campers had a lot of fun. Most of them reunited with old camp friends and made some new ones. Some of them sat down to play some pretty intense card games or board games. Some just chose to sit and talk. I was feeling really good about our first day. But then I saw Ryleigh sitting by herself. My heart broke for her. I understood how having anxiety could make these situations so difficult. I was just about to go talk with her when Sy approached. 

“She’s a real sweet girl,” He said. 

“You noticed too, huh?” I asked. He nodded. 

“Yeah, hate to mention it but, kinda reminds me of you, in our days here.” He said. 

“I was just thinking the same thing. I was gonna go talk to her, see if there’s anything I can do to help.” I sighed. 

“Not yet, give it a minute.” He spoke. I raised an eyebrow. 

“What do you mean?” I questioned. 

“Just trust me, give it a minute.” He smirked crossing his arms. I stared at him confused for a moment. What did he know that I didn’t. But it very quickly made sense. 

“No you guys go ahead and start the next round I’ll be back,” I heard one of the boys say from the table where the campers had a big Uno game going. It was Beckett I watched as he stood from the table and nervously ran his hand through his messy hair. But then his demenor switched as he put on a charming smile and a confident mask. He walked over to where Ryleigh was sitting on a beanbag in the corner doodling on a piece of paper. He plopped down next to her. 

“Whatcha doin?” He asked her. She jumped startled not expecting anyone to be there. 

“Just, sketching…” she answered.

“You draw?” He asked. She shook her head. 

“Not really but…” I stopped listening. Letting them have their own conversation. I wouldn’t want someone to eavesdrop on a moment like this if I were her. 

“How did you…?” I trailed off. Sy chuckled. His shoulders shaking with laughter. 

“He noticed her a while ago. I’ve been watching him try to work up the nerve to go over there for the last 10 minutes.” he laughed. I smiled. 

“Wait, so you think he likes her?” I asked.

“Oh, he definitely likes her. If the military taught me one thing. It’s how to be observant. He’s had his eye on her since we all met up this afternoon.” he smirked. 

“That’s so cute,” I smiled

“I was the same way with you!” He admitted. I almost choked on air.

“I never noticed that,” I said. He shook his head smiling.

“Yeah, cause you were so quiet and stuck in your own head to realize what was going on. You didn’t even realized you liked me back until the second year we were at camp together.”  He laughed. 

“You did NOT like me first!” I argued. 

“Did too, Just because you didn’t notice doesn’t mean it wasn’t true.” He smirked. I opened my mouth to argue but there was a loud crack of thunder making me jump. I swallowed hard and looked down at the floor trying to hide the panic in my eyes. 

“Still don’t like storms huh?” He questioned. I bit my lip looking up at him and shook my head. 

“Hate them,” I said. Another roll of thunder and I felt myself tense. Sy put his hands on my shoulders making me look up at him. 

“It’s arlight we’re safe inside.” he assured me. I nodded. He and I walked over and sat with a few of the other counselors talking for a bit and keeping an eye on our campers. About 20 minutes later the weather alert went off on the radio in the rec room. We were under a severe thunderstorm warning. We could hear the rain pounding against the roof. My heart pounded in my chest. And the thunder was getting closer. Louder. 5 minutes later. The power went out. 

Sy immediately jumped up to take control of the room. 

“Everybody stay calm,” He spoke softly. I heard a zipper and some rustling. He’d pulled out a large flashlight from his bag. One of the counselors walkie talkies went off. Sy lifted his to his ear to listen. 

“Okay guys, just relax we’re gonna stay here until the storm lets up. Hopefully the power comes back on. Until then weve got some lantern flashlights to set up around the room. Just keep hanging out we’re alright.” He assured them. Sy and one of the other boys counselrs went into a supply closet finding the LED lantern lights they had 5 of them and set them out throughout the room illuminating it just enough for the kids to see and still be able to play cards or board games or talk. Some of the girls were a little nervous so I put on my best brave face to go over and talk to them. 

“Are you sure we’re safe in here?” Emma asked. I nodded. 

“We’re shielded from the storm and there aren’t many windows in here. We’re perfectly safe.” 

“I hate this.” another girl said. 

“I know, it’s not fun but it’ll,” another loud crack of thunder and I jumped. My breathing shaky, “It’ll.. It will uhm…” I started but I couldn’t get the sentence out the panic starting to take over. 

The girls both had nervous looks on their face. I was worrying them. Shit. I suck at this. 

“It’ll pass soon and we’ll head back to the cabins for the night.” I heard Sy say behind me. His hand softly pressed to my lower back. “Don’t worry we’ll get out of here and right back to all the fun stuff tomorrow.” he gave them a reassuring smile. 

They nodded. And I felt Logan gently leading me away. There was a small hallway that was out of the way and he pulled me to the side. “You alright?” He asked. I shook my head starting to feel myself shaking. 

“I-I can’t I can’t do this. I, how am I supposed to help them when I’m too scared myself and, I just I hate this.I feel like I can’t breathe!” I sniffed. He pulled me into him wrapping his arms around me gently shushing me. 

“Shhh it’s alright. You’re gonna be okay.” He said, holding me to him. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.” He soothed. 

“I’m sorry.” I breathed. 

“Don’t, it’s alright.” he whispered. “Just keep breathing for me,” He talked me through it. And when I calmed down we walked back out sitting on one of the couches again. I stayed quiet a moment watching the room. 

“Sy,” I spoke finally. Just as I went to thank him his radio was going off again. We were cleared to head back to the cabins. The heavy part of the storm had passed but it was still raining. We ran back and Sy and I parted on the lawn getting our campers settled. He got the boys back to his cabin and they settled in. He made sure they all made it back 

“Alright boys I’ll be right back I���m gonna go check on the girls make sure they all made it!” he told them. He ran over across the lawn and knocked on our door. I answered quickly and let out a deep breath when I saw it was him. 

“You girls alright?” he asked. 

“Yeah!” some of them answered. I smiled 

“We’re okay.” I said softly. He smiled and nodded for me to join him out on the porch. I turned back to the girls “I’ll be right back ladies, go ahead and get ready for bed, lights out is in 30 minutes!” I told them. I closed the door behind me. And let the sceen door slam shut. 

“Are you okay?” He asked after a beat of silence. 

“Yeah, I am,...Thank you for helping me back there,” I said. 

“This isn’t our first storm together honey,” He smiled. “I’ll always be there to help ya.” I blushed. 

“You’ve always been such a gentleman. You’re mama raised you right.” I smiled. 

“Nah, just with you, comes naturally,” He said. I felt my cheeks heat up even more and I looked away trying to compose myself. 

“So, was that…all?” I asked. He stepped closer to me until I was leaning against the picnic table. 

“No,” He smiled. “There’s one other thing.” He brushed his thumb over my cheek his eyes staring down into mine. I couldn’t take it anymore. We’d drawn this out for too long. 7 years too long. I wrapped one arm around his neck the other hand gently resting on the back of his head pulling him down to me. He responded immediately pressing his lips to mine. His other hand found my waist pulling me close holding me against him. All of the air left my lungs as I kissed him back with everything I had. I whimpered softly when he pulled away. 

“Shit, “ He smiled breathless. “Only took me 7 years but I uh..” He breathed “just wanted to kiss you goodnight.”  I nodded still cathing my breath smiling so hard my cheeks hurt. 

“One more for good measure?” I asked blushing. He smirked. And pulled me in again kissing me softer this time. It was slow and sensual. He leaned his forehead against mine when he pulled away. 

“A man could get addicted to that,” he said. I smiled slowly trailing my hand from his should and down his chest. 

“I wouldn’t mind.” I laughed. He chuckled and pecked my lips one more time. 

“Goodnight Darlin’” 

“Goodnight, Sy” I watched him run through the rain back to his cabin and I stood their for a moment regaining my composure before I went back inside. Just as I was about to open  the door. I heard the one of the girls say

“No, I’m serious you guys I think they’re married!” it sounded like Nicole

“Nikki, Neither one of them is wearing a ring!” Emma said. 

“Okay well dating at least, They’re like super in love! You should’ve seen them in the rec room! I had to pee and they were in the hall by the bathrooms. He was like holding her it was so cute!” 

“Aww that’s so sweet, she was definitely scared! I felt so bad!” One of the other girls, Chloe added. 

“I know, OH MY GOD! Do you think they’ll let us call them Mom and Dad? Remember last year when we had Carrie and Andrew and they were married? That was so cute they literally treated us like their kids!” nicole squealed. 

“I hope so!” Emma said “I really like them! They’re both so nice, and I really hope they’re dating if they’re not they need to be, because they’d be so cute together!” I chuckled to myself before opening the door and they’re attention turned to me but they went quiet. 

“Okay girls gossip time is over! Time for lights out!” I said. They groaned. 

“Okay but wait, are you and Logan Married?” Nicole asked. 

“Nicole do you see a ring? What did I just say? But you two are dating right?!” Emma added. I chuckled to myself and shook my head. 

“Goodnight girls.” 

“Ugh fine be like that girl,” Nicole pouted. 

“Goodnight Lainie!” Emma called. 

“Goodnight,” Ryleigh said softly. The rest of the girls settled in and I turned out the lights and climbed into my bunk. I bit my lip and smiled to myself holding in an excited. Squeal. Maybe this was still the perfect first day after all.

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[fondwitch]

I started the book Where the Crawdads Sing last night. I expected to maybe read a couple pages and then fall asleep (I was really tired) because a physical book has not kept my attention in a really long time. HOWEVER, my stupid ass ended up staying up until 3:30am to finish the book and I had to wake up at 7:30am 😩

It was absolutely wonderful. I loved her relationship with the marsh. Although heartbreaking, I loved her isolation and loneliness because the book really made you feeeel it. The poetry sprinkled in was emotional too. I cried several times through reading (but it was a good cry).

I just finished the movie tonight and I was NOT impressed.

1) maybe it needed to be done but I don’t like that everyone was aged up. Half the sweetness of the book was following as Kya grew up as a little girl and through the tender ages of preteen and teen

2) I know they wouldn’t have had time but there had to have been some way they could have shown a greater connection between Kya and the marsh. It was just so sorely missed in the movie

3) I didn’t fully dislike her relationship with Tate in the movie, but I didn’t appreciate it feeling as rushed as it was, the exchange of feathers and other tokens on the stump felt so cheap in the movie compared to the book

4) her loneliness, again, one of the painful but necessary parts of the book just never really came through for me. I remember in the book, I wasn’t even mad when she agreed to the picnic with Chase bc I was drenched in her loneliness, but the movie was just UGH. There was nothing! It felt like no time at all between her romance with Tate and then her choosing to go on the date with Chase

5) this might seem odd, but I didn’t like how clean and nice everything looked (her clothes, the shack etc) maybe I read things wrong but I pictured everything so much more dirty and worn and soiled in the book so I had a hard time matching what I was watching to what I was imagining while reading

6) I’m not necessarily mad at their choice to go straight to Kya being on trial at the beginning, it maybe works to pull some people in more as a movie, but as a personal choice I preferred the book having the first 1/2 to 2/3 being about her childhood and young adulthood before they ever catch up to the current storyline of her getting arrested

7) THEY DIDN’T INTEGRATE THE POETRY

#I liked the book well enough when I was done with it #but I wasn’t like in LOVE with it or anything #however after watching the movie I ended up appreciateing the book even more #so rich in emotion and nature #where the crawdads sing

[misscammiedawn]

Charmed! 2023 Recap - (Day 2: Thursday)

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Part 2 (you're here)

Part 3 link

Part 4 link

Part 5 link

As before this is an edited version of my personal therapy journal tailored for public posting. All scene names and stories included are done with permission. - This entry was half written at the con and edited for internet so there will be times where the tensing refers to events in the future and in the past. Apologies for that confusion

I slept from 1:45am-7:30am, my heart raced as the narrative of a scary dream pulled me to wakefulness.

Not the kind of heart racing I was hoping for to begin my day, alas. But the timing was *perfect*. Daja had just at that moment sent a message that she was starting her route. She was less than 5 hours away.

“Come to me.” I softly commanded, extending my presence far across the distance.

My heart ached, my lips could feel the air where they desired her lips.

“I am here, waiting for you. Come to me, my dear.”

And so the countdown begun.

I took a few moments to hug my plushie familiar who goes where I goes and come down from a dream which should not have terrified as much as it did. My boyfriend, Copper, and I were to share a coffee before he went down to the museums.

I had a coffee date! It was time to change!

Charmed! Outfit 1: Sunrise's dress.

Perfect for being plugged into brainwashing devices and reunions with long distance loves ~<3

While I did that my COVID test pinged negative. I grabbed a snapshot.

I maneuvered to add my gender dysphoria protection, my “chicken cutlets” but a somft voice in my head scolded me for the effort. “This is me.” It insisted.

We're going in to the con on our own esteem then? No augmentations? Good to know.

I went to grab my badge and got the 4th one. Nath, one of my metamours, was 2 spaces ahead of me so got a brief hug. Nath is a good friend, though I tend to be shy around my metamours. A little bit of that old programming from a life before keeps insisting that any love I take from a partner is taken away from their other partners and I should feel guilty about that.

Life doesn't work that way. Love doesn't work that way. But the thought persists. That's mine to deal with. I try not to burden other people with my baggage until they ask for it.

There was not enough time to do a full reunion though as Copper and I had our coffee date–

PERSONALLY CATERED BY A PANDA!

A playful and bouncy panda billing itself as "Panda Express" which is both adorable and charming.

It was so lovely! Drip coffee with a smooth flavor that lingers pleasantly!

Happy chats and calm comfort!

There was talk of plans and recounting of the prior night’s fun, including the plane ride. Hair coloring. Hopes and fantasies and the relief of feeling Seen.

I had long awaited my moment to meet with Panda and the Triad that it belonged to. I am overjoyed that it didn't disappoint.

But it had plans, Copper had a trip and there was a convention to begin!

Everyone scattered and I thought about diving into the con--- but perhaps first some weekend prep!

I was too excited to get started and went straight to outfit and mild make-up without a super grooming session. Checked my phone for the temporary GPS of Daja's car. A countdown I could follow for her arrival. She's not here. Not even close. Not yet! I couldn't begin all the fun stuff we had prepared and negotiated. The plane scene was only the start.

I couldn't do the fun stuff, but I could do a ton of ironing to save time for when I was able to enjoy things a bit more!

While I ironed I had a big conversation with my Counterpart Puppet and Sleepyhead. I got emotional about my inconsistencies and volatile personality. Started crying for no gosh darn reason for I am a silly Kitty x.x;

Sad to say this would be the first of a ton of times my emotions caught me off-guard this weekend x.x;

Don't worry, I'm editing the meltdowns out for the public facing recaps! Y'all know where my BPD tag is <3

With ironing done there seemed to be less than an hour until the promised arrival. A morning well spent and a heart full of cheer, I moved on to greet Daja!

The original plan was to do the dommey “come to me!” moment but my heart was too explode with joy so I just glomped. Daja woke up early for me! “You’re the only Sunrise worth waking up for!”

I am squishy melty squee! So so happy!

It was a short-lived reunion as her trance card had other names on the list above mine, but she was sure to show me all the ways I would later be doomed. Mind melting VR headsets and hypnotic orange chocolate. As well as a surprise tool which we may need later.

-

The afternoon was fairly lowkey. I found some familiar faces in Turq and Mazirian in the common area and took some time to discuss simple things like anime and wrestling. I was introduced to some of the more flavorful acts and some of the feats of incredible strength such as picking talent up by their ankles and hammer throwing them like Miss Trunchbull. Made me think about the fact that people picking me up is one of those horseshoe things. Right on the border between ABSOLUTELY NOT red and ...please....? green...

Only one person is allowed to pick me up. I am Excalipurr.

Turq and I have a decent enough relationship as metamours. I share the same shyness with him that I work hard to conquer with Nath and Puppet. It's a shame because Turq and I have a *lot* in common. We can talk about anime/manga and focus on the classics. We enjoy wrestling, Transformers, video games and we both are quite fond of a certain lass.

Maz is someone I have had very limited contact with. We flirt online openly, which is fairly rare for me, but he is firmly in the circle of people I have marked as Trusted. He's vouched for by my Goddess, my girlfriend and is partners with one of the fleeting few connections I had with the hypnosis community in the 2000s. He's fantastic with hairplay and---

--if I may be a little self-obsessed in my self-obsessed journal? ...he makes me feel attractive. His compliments on my hair, the genuine flirting... it makes my gender dysphoria go away. I present myself as an attractive woman a lot, especially in these spaces. I don't know how he does it, but he makes my mind forget that it's something I'm presenting as. It's just something that I am.

It was nice to just enjoy some gentle social energy and try to get added to the trance card of a lovely friend who worked with me briefly at Beguiled. I also finally got to meet Glitter-Spiral who is a very important human that I have evaded meeting for 3 years worth of events.

Glitter-Spiral has not let up on complaining to Daja about the fact that I have been RIGHT THERE for all this time and we keep missing one another. It was nice to finally meet her the energy that she exudes is so bright and forceful. Sassy and flooded with color. I could see instantly why she was scheduled to teach bratting.

As I enjoyed breaking street-date and hugging GS, Turq looked at his phone and audibly responded to the message “She’s sitting right next to me and I can ask for you.” Apparently Daja asked her spouse, Turq, if she could use the room to spend some time with me.

So I rushed upstairs and we worked a little on a couple things.

Firstly, practice for the Presence class. We ran some drills on the Big Moment we had discussed as an endcap to the hypnotist side of the demonstration. Something flashy and showy that I just needed practice with and we discussed blocking for the showy end of the hypnotee segment.

I had run many of these drills over and over with Sleepy but the script was not sticking to my mind and my nerves kept me from embodying my Top Space. I kept telling myself "we'll just read the script and do it live." "Trust that performance will give you the push you need." - another case of that dysfunction where my brain cannot accurately or coherently visualize the future and so lets all that hard work and practice disintegrate.

That used to be a big issue for me when I was a coder, but that's a story for another time.

The reason I mention it is because after running those drills with Daja, I finally felt prepared. I finally think I can teach a class!

Second on the agenda was working on an amnesia suggestion which will come up later and lastly installing a kiss summon trigger– because kiss summon triggers are my thing.

Daja returned the favor by plugging me into a 20 minute custom VR session to add in a few suggestions and gently scrub perception of them away.

During the session Daja installed two suggestions, both of which I shall lose memory of the moment I finish typing, the first is that when I nuzzle her I will drop deeply into trance and the second is a return of the summoning trigger from Beguiled.

(Future Cammie edit!: I now have full memory of this. As part of my therapy I journal daily and this was written on the day. I will make notes in the text when I am typing from after the convention)

There was a point where she heavily reminded me of Goddess’ control and that no hypnosis at all would work without my collar. I was told I reached for my collar and held it as I drank in that suggestion.

The aftercare for the scene progressed and triggers were tested and promptly forgotten once more.

-

From here on I type from after the convention. My memories of the above session remain with me both while working on the journal, for Daja ensured I could always journal reality, no matter what my mind perceived in a hypnotic compulsion (especially if I allowed myself to forget again afterwards) - but more crucially those memories will go with me back to Minnesota.

My hope is that by typing these words they may not fade as far too many tend to.

After the wonderful scene had been completed and sweet Cammie was puddlified and programmed, we agreed that it was a good time for food. My room contained myself, Sleepyhead and Puppet. Daja's room was her and Turq. We agreed that the two rooms should be a bubble for both COVID safety and meal sharing when appropriate.

The original plan was to connect Daja and Cammie rooms so we could just Kramer in to one another’s space all weekend. I feel that may have been a benefit to all had it have happened.

Alas. We had to walk a *whole flight of stairs!* Unacceptable.

Dinner for the night was a local Italian restaurant’s pizza. For Puppet a pasta dish (which required Daja and I to run over to Oikos Prime (remote) and grab cutlery, while saying hello to my Goddess Lady Ru’etha as well as other Oikos household members Jukebox and Copper… as well as sweet Timbit, the most adorable floof in the world) Sleepy got a 14” and for Turq, Daja and I we split a 16”. Sleepyhead had AGDQ on and insisted on showing Turq the AIRBOAT run, a modded Portal run that used Half-Life 2 objects on spawn to proceed through the testing facility instead of the normal portal guns.

The meal was well enjoyed and ended with Turq heading off to mingle and Daja had some more time put aside for scenes with other partners.

I decided that if I were going to get into a headspace less puddlified and a little more casual for the night then perhaps I would need to stop wearing my Sunrise dress, which was typically used for subby bliss scenes, such as the mind melting machine.

But my Dawn outfits were booked out for later in the weekend… so I made a quick change based on my proposed Travel Day outfit:

Charmed Outfit 2: Cozy Camden Winter-wear

For after brains have had time to be melted and one wants to drink coffee and see some familiar faces for no reason beyond socializing.

Socializing, as intended, was not as simple as I had assumed it would be for the majority of the time. In fact I felt quite overwhelmed. I am told that Pre-Pandemic Con Lifestyle involved a lot of group lunches and comfortable hangouts which were more accessible to making connections and melting shy exteriors. As it stood, I had a number of people do the “hey, it’s Cammie!” Moment and I never really worked out how to capitalize on it.

My own fault, really. Shyness is a crippling affectation and I cannot always be a forceful personality capable of running movie theatres or mingling on command.

But all too soon, Daja let me know that her personal jewelry commission from one of our lovely vending friends (whose I will edit in a name for if I get permission) was finished.

The commission was a blue bottle. A blue bottle because of a conversation the two of us had from when the vendors were showing off their wares. 

As I typed on the final day of our last meet-up:

We did clean up. She packed away the summoning trigger and any other things which may have been picked up. I put away the blue fire, which I hadn’t intended to become a trigger, but Daja’s eager and clever brain picked up on it without hesitation. It was placed inside a glass bottle, waiting to be revealed again.

Blue Fire. The gift of perfect obedience. A trigger I had worked with in our last meeting, based on a story from the Tammy Pierce books Daja and I each love. A finger to the forehead. A magical blue fire. Then the enchanted individual would awaken having completed a single command. Whether it be as simple as climb down a tower or something unthinkable.

We had placed the magical blue fire which could melt her mind away inside a blue bottle, a reference in itself to Ocarina of Time.

We had agreed to unbottle the fire and return it on the night of the Soiree and use it to get Daja all nice and dressed up for the event while I offered her “my heart”, knowing she would return it in time. Theoretically it could be used in mingle with another scene we had that weekend, though.

Daja wanted to break street date and get to enjoy the blue flame for the entire weekend. I told her I was willing to go ahead and do that for her, but only if she was certain she wanted it.

Now, Miss Dawn is a Fae. This has been true since the days she was simply an expression of gender euphoria in tabletop scenes and LARP. She was not going to accept a simple “I’m sure” as a method of consent.

“Please, Miss Dawn. Uncork the bottle.”

You must say it of your own volition three times. Uncoerced and unbound by a fractionated mind. Say it three times and I shall uncork the bottle and unleash the spell which effortlessly bewitches your mind and engulfs you in the flame of Pure Obedience. Knowing that once that spell takes hold and melts your mind away there will not be a single thing you will not do for me when I command you under its enchantment.

“Please, Miss Dawn. Uncork the bottle.”

I lowered myself and took her arm and kissed her fiercely. Looked her in the eyes and held her gaze. I reminded her that she would act without any memory of her actions, that she would be giving me complete control of her and doing so without a long thought was simply unwise.

“Please, Miss Dawn. Uncork the bottle.”

Utilizing a previously installed trigger I commanded her to kiss me and enjoyed the moment. My fingers laced around the bottle. If she were to ask me one more time then I would be bound by my Fae Contract to comply and control her.

Was this really? Truly? Deeply desired?

“Please, Miss Dawn…”

I gave her hair a tug and looked her in the eyes.

“Please uncork the bottle.”

As you wish, my love.

What else could a Fae say when bound by a contract? I followed the pre-negotiated scene, which had some lovely amnesia laden suggestions hidden within. Because I am a tricky Fae and if the airplane ride and the MMM scene had not already proven, Daja and I studied for this test and had written a dissertation on how to make these scenes work.

I am also editorializing a little bit because I have a broken brain that doesn’t remember things and imagines things between the gaps.

“Hand me the bottle, my dear.”

And it was at this point, Daja learned that her arms were hanging loose at her side. She couldn’t reach up. She couldn’t unclasp it. If she couldn’t unclasp it she couldn’t hand it to me. If she couldn’t hand it to me, she couldn’t receive my gift of Perfect Obedience.

Daja noted her inability and I teased the chain. “I need you to offer it to me, my dear.”, my honey sweet voice taunting with my knowledge that she simply could not obey.

“Please, Miss Dawn. Please.”

Energy flowed between the pair of us and the Perfect Obedience trigger was tested. A finger to the forehead and Daja’s mind was set ablaze by blue fire. Her eyelids rolled up so beautifully and she would do *anything* I asked.

I am particularly proud of the two times I was able to show it off for an audience.

With the Obedience trigger installed and some more fun had, it was time to prepare for the morning. We were to go to Nath’s class, Daja and Tenn’s and then mine.

In order to go to mine we needed to have me ready to spend the night. So I masked up and rushed back to my room to perform the Walk Of Shame. Which I find lovely and amusing, given Nothing Was Going To Happen. But I got my pyjamas and tomorrow’s outfit and transported them to Daja’s room so I could Spend The Night. <3

I was still a lil’ bit overwhelmed and frazzled and made some silly mistakes like forgetting(?) my Precious. Precious is supposed to go with me and I forgot her!

It’s okay though. Miss had Faithful, Precious’ twin, and let me hug him while I slept…

And curled up with Miss and Faithful… I did sleep.

Part 3 link

#charmed recaps #hypnosis #hypnokink #charmed 2023 #hypnocons

[emotionallydrainedtrash]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader onshot where Joe surprises reader with a trip to the beach and while there, Joe has another surprise for reader? He proposes in a sweet and romantic way! ❤️

A/N Omg yes! Once again, I’m so sorry about the wait😭. I have the attention span of a goldfish istg. Here we go!

Love Of My Life

Masterlist

Joe Mazzello x fem! reader.

Warnings: FLUFFF. Marriage proposal.

"I'm not complaining in any way but what gave you the idea to wake me up at 6'oclock in the morning to take me down to the beach?"

You stared at your boyfriend as he focused on the road. You'd been driving for 2 hours and it was coming up 8:30am. Joe had gently shaken you awake three hours before your alarm would've and told you to get ready for a road trip.

You'd sat up with bleary eyes to ask him where you were going and nearly pounced him when he replied with, "the beach." You loved the beach and he knew it, this knowledge allowing him to be able to pack your bags for you while you slept. After showering together, you'd eaten breakfast and then loaded your luggage into the car before taking off.

You currently sat shotgun with Master of Puppets blaring from the radio as you speed down the highway, awaiting the answer to your question. Joe shrugged before replying.

"I know you've been stressed out with work lately and we haven't been able to spend a whole lot of time together cause I've been away filming so I thought it might be nice for us to have a little getaway."

You were very satisfied with that answer and proceeded to play air guitar to yourself while Joe was inwardly much more panicked. While that was true, there was one crucial part he'd left out. A velvet ring box was currently tucked away in a hidden pocket and burning a hole through the bottom of his suitcase. As you continued to dance in your seat, oblivious to your boyfriend's internal crisis, you were also unaware of a certain Malek's car trailing a couple behind your own.

You laughed and pulled Joe yelling down onto the sand with you. He braced his arms by your head to stop himself before he fell on top of you. His big, brown eyes zeroed in adoringly on yours and all you could see in them was endless, genuine love and... a hint of nervousness? You sat up and cradled his face in your hands.

"Joe, baby, you look worried. Is everything okay?"

He stood up and held out a hand for you. You followed him as he moved the two of you to a picnic blanket covered in rose petals and a bottle of champagne in the corner. The sun was beginning to set, shrouding the world in a pink and gold haze. Joe stared into the distance off to the side of your head. He nodded, seemingly to himself and turned his attention back to you.

"I'm okay babe."

He took a deep breath and held your hands in his.

"Y/n. I have known you for 20 incredible years but it feels like I've known you my whole life. You're my other half, my best friend, my soulmate, although you'll have to fight Rami and Ben for those titles."

You giggled, eyes shining with anticipation. Joe continued.

"The day I met you would turn out to be the greatest day of my life, until the day I finally asked you to be mine. But now I'm hoping today will become the new greatest day of my life when I ask you to be mine forever. You make my life worth living and I don't want to live it without you. So, Y/n M/n L/n."

He got down on one knee and you gasped as he pulled the ring box out of his pocket and opened it to reveal the most beautiful ring you'd seen in your life.

"My beautiful, darling girl, will you do me the greatest honor of my life, and marry me?"

You nodded fiercely, too overwhelmed with love and emotion to speak.

"Yes? Really?"

"Yes! A million time over, yes! Yes I will marry you Joseph Francis Mazzello III."

Joe slid the ring on your finger and spun you around, laughing at the use of his full name and crying tears of pure, unadulterated joy. Through your tears you had failed to notice the slight flashing of a camera to your far left. Rami was crouched in the bushes with a Nikon and had been taking pictures the whole time.

What you thought had been a distracted gaze and self-assuring nod from your fiancé was actually a signal to his best friend to channel his inner paparazzi. You grinned at Rami and gave him a wave, still crying but the happiest you'd ever been. You would be marrying the love of your life soon. He kissed you once again and whispered his I love you's over and over like a mantra in your ear.

Best beach trip ever.

- Sarah💛

#joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello #joe mazzello oneshot #bohemian rhapsody

[thebardscipher]

🤩

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write? Oh this depends on fandoms and fic and au lol Let me go look at my AO3 to see what I'm currently playing in lol or played a lot in in the past...

For Sonic in general its probably Tails (there is a reason like 90% of my AUs center around him). He's just this kid that's smarter than most adult but at the same time is still a kid. Also I like writing him having a slight rebellious streak because I write him at like the age of ten, and "I'm not a child anymore, I don't need to be guarded at all times, I've done things on my own, I can help out here!" (And also, his role model is AND he was raised by Sonic who is also very much a "I'm going to help out even if the situation could put my life at risk" person) so I like writing him going "I'm going to do this potential dangerous thing!" "No, you could get hurt!" *Already leaving to do said thing* "You can't tell me what to do!" Except in one of my AUs, where my favorite character to write is Kero (yes, Kero for Cardcaptor Sakura) because its such a DIFFERENT setting and set of characters. Sakura is this NORMAL 4th grader who is suddenly flung into having magic, questions the fact that there IS magic but not HOW THE MAGIC WORKS. Isn't willing to pick a fight (which is part of Sakura's charm DON'T GET ME WRONG! Her being an absolute sweetheart even to things that could possibly be threatening her life is one of my favorite things about her) and creates a whole new card due to her emotions. And instead of dealing with a kid like Sakura, Kero is now dealing with this chaotic ten year old who goes on world saving adventures every week. Who's response to "If the cards are not caught, a great disaster will befall the world" is "Is it going to break into pieces? Surely it can't be worse than that, so I think we can handle this." Who doesn't question the magic, BUT ASKS HOW THE MAGIC WORKS and has a full notebook of what Kero can tell him up to that point and who, again, is in a fight on a near weekly basis. And again, Kero and Sonic will tell Tails "Hey, this cards sounds dangerous and life threatening....maybe we should wait until you have a card powerful enough to take care of it" and Tails is like "No." and sneaks off in the middle of the night. For Disney Dreamlight Valley currently, its my self insert/the player character. You could argue Oswald and coming up with all the little stories that the characters in the valley are slowly remembering, but I think writing The Player Character is more fun because she can be as chaotic as I want her to be or as "Okay let's solve this mystery" as I need her to be. Also I can throw in little bits about myself (there's this section of her walking on sand with Donald laughing at her because she hates the sand. That's me....sand is no...) and have it still completely in character. I feel like this might be a cop out though soooo sorry. For when I wrote a lot of Ducktales fanfics, it was Lena. I like characters who have a small dip into villainy but throw the show of kindness and love and just the fact that people care about them, they realize that they don't have to be. And relationship she had with Webby and its just *bounce bounce bounce* vs "yeah sure whatever" was fun. Its been a while since I wrote in that fandom though... Its like 2:30am and I feel like my thoughts are a bit rambley now, sorry about that lol

#asks #sonic the hedgehog #disney dreamlight valley #ducktales #my writing

[indigoire]

Sometimes it's really nice to read about a character being miserable. Sometimes it envokes sympathy, and you get emotional witnessing their plight and want them to succeed...and sometimes you really need the schadenfreude of someone being worse off than you.

Like last night, or really this morning; I have my car in the shop because of a minor accident (long story) and I've been using a ride share service to get around. Well last night I also had to work late, and apparently 2:30 am on a Sunday is the worst time to try and get a ride from any service. I had three people cancel on me. Guess there's not enough Sunday partiers to supply any real demand. Anyways, me being me, it being 2:30am, mad as hell that no one would come and get me, tired of waiting for a ride that will never come, knowing that all my friends and family have work bright and early on Monday, I did what I thought best: I decided to walk the eight miles home.

Now before y'all get worried, I'm out in the sticks. There was no one around. There were cars but they were mostly blue collar workers hauling pallets or supplies, and then as the night wore into morning a few early bird commuters going to work in town. I had a flashlight and good boots and determination. I was going to get home no matter what.

So I put on an audiobook of such utter misery that it couldn't help but make my circumstances feel light and breezy: Jane Eyre.

Now, don't mistake me at all here. Jane Eyre is one of my favorite books. I love every aspect of it, but Jane Eyre, the character, is in for a whole host of miseries throughout the book. Especially the early bit, and I started from the beginning. From the start she desires independence from her abusive relatives, even if it means going to a truly shitty school. Plus there is so much walking in that book, so so so much walking. "If Jane can endure it, so can I," I thought to myself.

So, all through Jane's horrible early home life, neglect, and eventual shipping to said shitty school where she's starved and forced to walk to church in the snow, I walked steadily home. The night was cool, it had rained a few hours prior, and the honeysuckle on the side of the road smelled heavenly. There were stars out, and I could faintly make out the tail of Ursa Major. I was lucky, I thought as I trudged along--no sidewalk to guide me, just my flashlight showing a path--I was free to make my own choices, able to eat when I wanted, and not forced to deal with such awful people. Plus walking on a nice spring night is much nicer than walking in the snow to a cold church.

I walked for three and half hours. I got through Jane's childhood until the typhus outbreak, at which point I got home and turned off the audiobook. I definitely don't think I could have done it without the miseries conjured up by Charlotte Brontë, which helped spur me on even as my out of shape body screamed at me to stop with all the bloody walking.

And that's why sometimes all the motivation you need to go on is reading or listening to a character being put through absolute hell. Schadenfreude or no, it makes life feel less awful when things are going absolutely dogshit.

Also if any kind souls who just read this post feel like helping me pay for car repairs, I've enabled tipping on my blog.

#I hate people but man do I wish I lived closer to civilization sometimes lol #Jane Eyre #seriously though guys any tip amount would help #I have to replace my front wheel and struts and realign my tires and that's not even counting labor #I got into a minor accident on Friday

[her-storybooks]

Teething Problems - Chapter 3 Will and Mackenzie

Chapters: 3/? Fandom:The Newsroom (US TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Will McAvoy/MacKenzie McHale, Will McAvoy & MacKenzie McHale Characters: Will McAvoy, MacKenzie McHale, Original Child(ren) of Will McAvoy and MacKenzie McHale Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Family Fluff, Pining, Mutual Pining, Family, Family Feels, Romance, Eventual Romance, couples argue, Dreams, Graphic Description, Hints of Smut Series: Part 2 of a growing home.

Summary: Will and Mac start to work closely when Will wants to make an on air apology to the American public. Old feelings and memories creep up and bring the two a step closer together.

Tuesday: 6:30am.

It took a lot of effort for Will not to turn up in the newsroom before 5am. He was itching to get in and work – just to have something useful to do! He praised himself on making it until 6:30 am. He was expecting a silent and empty room to greet him. His plans were easy. Brew a strong cup of coffee and do most of the work on his speech before the others came to join him. Mac, Jim and Neal agreed to sit down and draft the ideas of logistics of what he had worked on so far. It was a small team, for now. As things progressed, they would bring in more and more voices and opinions. Eventually, when they had a clean and polished version of the speech – he would hand it over to Charlie to given them the green light. He was hoping to skip the parts in between. Mac had said the speech would hold more gravitas on a Friday night, when their viewers peaked. But he wanted this apology on air as soon as possible.

These were the thoughts going through his mind when he stepped into the bullpen of the newsroom. “Will!” Daniel looked up from his Legos on the floor, building what looked like an impressive rocket ship and waved at him enthusiastically. He looked around and couldn’t see Mackenzie anywhere. “Hey buddy, what are you doing here?” He put his bag down on a nearby table and lifted the boy from the floor and into his arms. Daniel had a scent that was close to Mackenzie’s. It was sweet and pure and what Will imagined people meant when they referred to ‘new baby’ smell.  “Where’s your mom?” “I’m here!” Mac walked into the bullpen with two coffees in hand and papers under her arm. “I was just fetching these.” “Good morning,” he greeted politely. “Why are you two here so early?” “Mamma said you would be here as early as possible to try and do all the work yourself.” Daniel said whilst fiddling with the Lego bricks still in his hand. “Oh, did she now?” Will sent a pointed look over at Mackenzie who smiled smugly. She was clearly right. “Yeah! We’re here to stop you doing any work before Jim gets here.” Daniel giggled, balancing his bricks on the top of Will’s head. Will forced himself not to laugh, letting the bricks balance on his hair. Daniel laughed proudly when he took his hands away and they stayed in place. “Well, you’re doing a terrific job so far,” Will grunted, feigning annoyance. “So, you’ve read it?” Will tried to have his eyes meet Mackenzie’s without moving his head. “It’s a good start.” Mackenzie nodded casually, putting the coffee’s down, and glancing at the paper again. “A good start?” Will turned his head this time, sending the Lego bricks flying. Mac laughed, putting the paper down. “It needs some structuring and some concrete names and statistics. But the emotion is there. Like I said, good start.” “Your mom likes to poke holes in my work.” Will said to Daniel who giggled. “That’s my job.” Mac protested and handed Will his coffee. He took it gratefully and breathed in the rich coffee beans. Strong with a hint of caramel. He never ordered extra syrups in his coffee himself, but Mackenzie knew he secretly liked it. “Will?” Daniel piped up. “I go to the nursery at 7. Will you help me build my rocket until I go?” He spoke with a gentle plea and puppy dog eyes. Will actually felt his heart melt to the floor. “Pleeeaaase!” He said batting his eyelashes when Will didn’t answer right away. Will turned to Mackenzie with a pained expression. “Did you train him to do that?” “I don’t know what you mean.” She said, tilting her head and biting her lower lip. Her own trick that always worked when it came to him. Will rolled his eyes. “Fine! I surrender. No work until the other’s get here. Let’s build a rocket ship!”

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#the newsroom #will mcavoy #will x mac #mackenzie mchale #jeff daniels #emily mortimer #Will and Mac

[thschei]

Okay, I was going to make this post the day it happened, but I was already really distraught & felt like typing it all out would just like push me over the edge, and I still had to survive NYE fireworks. I decided to at least wait until after the 1st, but then Life Things kept happening, so I didn't get around to it until now.

My righteous anger has mostly simmered down, so but I think it'll probably still get long, so this'll be another read more post. TW for mentions of animal death, emotional abuse, and declawing

To be 100% super duper crystal clear: I am entirely against declawing; it's unethical and cruel and inhumane. This will become abundantly clear as the post goes on, but I just have seen too many pointless disc hoarse posts filled with people who gleefully, willfully misinterpret posts for any reason to harass people. I'm not going to leave myself open to people who'd send me death threats without even reading the full post. As it is, I'm turning reblogs off bc I don't want my post about my cat dying to be reblogged, but if I need to I can turn anon/asks in general off.

So. At 11PM on the 29th of Dec my cat gets hurt, we get to the vet by 12:30, and by 3AM he died. We got home by 4:30AM and none of us could sleep. We were all still awake at 10AM, and dreading the fact that it was a 3-day weekend and we'd have to face all of it trapped with our thoughts without having our normal day-to-day routines to buffer the first 3 days.

We know a lot of energy vampire type people. Liars, manipulators, people who'd come over to our house just to steal something for funsies, abusers. One of my mom's sisters was an accessory to murder. The same one stole my mom's SSN to open credit cards with. I have more examples, but my family tree bullshit could be its own post. A lot of them are in our family and there's some my mom basically has to keep in contact with due to her job.

So, it's 10AM, and my mom is dreading the 2-5 energy-draining people who consistently text her all day long, no matter what's going on or how busy she is. She can be with a patient who's actively in the process of dying, and they'll just text her "?" repeatedly when she doesn't respond.

She decides to tell these people about our cat dying the night before, in hopes that they'll give her space. Unfortunately, abusers like these people love to violate unsaid boundaries like this, so nothing less than blocking numbers/turning off her phone would work. But it's a step towards being able to say "no" that I've been trying to help her with, so we're going to be proud of her for it.

I don't want to use this person's name because as shitty as they are, they deserve privacy, so I'm going to use her initial.

V . responds . "Oh. My sister is trying to rehome her cat, maybe you can take it?"

So let's go over the timeline again. 11PM on the 29th -> 10AM on the 30th. In less than 12 hours since our cat died, V is trying to shove her sister's cat at us. Please don't try to give her the benefit of the doubt or say she was trying to help us feel better. There's not a single thing this person does that comes without ulterior motives; I've known her since 2015. She goes to strangers' funerals so she can brag about it later. She doesn't feed her own cat wet food, not because she can't afford it, but because she'd rather buy cheap dry food at the dollar store and spend the entire rest of her money on herself, like going on cruises/vacations while I petsit her cat. (And use our own wet food for her cat because it's cruel and fucked up and genuinely a detriment to a cat's health to only feed them dry food). This suggestion was nothing short of an impulsive launch at an opportunity to make her life more convenient, by finding a new home for her sister's cat, so her sister would stop complaining or asking her to take the cat.

My family has always had pets, and I'm the youngest in our house, so by the time I was born, a lot of our pets were already getting old and sick (12-15 for dogs, 20-25 for cats). The first pet that died in my lifetime was our dog Killer, when I was 4. My dad had already died, so I didn't need any lies about going to live on a farm or something. And of course it's always sad, but we've always felt like the best thing you can do to ease that pain is take in a new pet and provide them with a home. You get mutual love and happiness from each other, and day by day it gets easier. But, like, you take in that new pet after maybe a month or so. Not a fucking day.

Before continuing, for some extra context, 2 of our cats already had been from V.

The first one, Joey, she only had for a few months before becoming convinced he was peeing all over the house (hint: it was her 20 yr old cat who had chronic kidney/urinary tract problems from being fed nothing but DRY FOOD FOR 20 YRS @%^#&*^*&@#) and offering him to my mom's sister, who ended up dying a few months after that. (We don't know why or how; coroner declined performing an autopsy.)

We call V and tell her what happened, because we don't know what to do with Joey. Her reaction is like, "Oh... hmm. Huh. That's really a shame. Let me know if you find someone who can take him."

As in, "NOT IT!"

They hang up and my mom stares blankly at her phone screen. I say we should just take him home instead of leaving him in the empty apartment and stressing about finding him a new owner.

Flash forward to December of 2020. V calls my mom crying, saying that her (now ex-)husband thinks their other cat, Smokey, peed on his expensive speakers and is threatening to divorce V unless they find a new home for Smokey. V says all the local shelters are full and when she looked into people who'll temporarily house cats for owners, they charge $200 per day. She says she needs to find Smokey a new home like, now. My mom says we'll help her find someone but V is like, her husband has Smokey locked in a cat carrier and says she won't be let out until they find her a new home, that kind of now. We're like, jesus fucking christ, silently. I mute my mom's phone and say "tell her we'll take her". I'm sure she would've said that anyway, but like, instinctual response to hearing the thing about the cat carrier.

(Btw, he divorced V the next year anyway. I wanted her to be away from him, because he's so abusive and mean. But it's so fucked up that he forced her to get rid of her cat with the threat/ultimatum of divorce, only to follow through with the threat anyway. He could've just divorced her and let her keep her cat!!! She had to deal with the heartbreak of a divorce without the comfort of a cat she spent 9 years with!!! He moved out of state, but every time I think about this, I wish I could go and break his kneecaps.)

The problem to that is that Smokey . is declawed . So she has to be separate from our other cats 24/7 for her own safety. None of our cats are very aggressive or get into "real" fights with each other, but they're still cats, with sharp teeth and claws, with predator instincts, who act on those instincts when they can tell another cat is weaker, whose instinct during a fight with another cat is to swipe at their stomach to disembowel them. That's not something you want to take a chance on. So Smokey is exclusively in my mom's bedroom. Over time, we've started to let her out for 20-30 minutes at a time with supervision, but that's the extent of what we can give her without putting her in danger, and it can't be done while doing chores like taking the trash out or doing the dishes. All because V declawed her fucking cats. (Not Joey, but only because he wasn't with her for very long.)

Okay, with that context established, let's go back to V texting us on Dec 30th.

Of course, we could rehome her to someone who didn't have other pets, but she spent 9 years with V, and has now spent 4 years with us. She's a 13 year old all-grey short-hair cat with a bald patch on her belly and on her front legs and below her ears, so it'd probably take a very long time to find someone who'd pick her over a cute kitten, and even longer stuck in a shelter if they had room. And if we had chosen not to be her permanent home, we would've been keeping her at arms' length the entire time, trying not to get attached.

How would that be fair to Smokey? She deserves a life where she spends as many days possible feeling wanted and loved and safe. That's what I set out to do, and I think I've achieved it as much as I possibly could, around her being declawed. I do love her and want her. And I do keep her safe, obviously. I spend as much time as I can with her; we cuddle, we play, we watch birds, I share food with her (when it's safe for cats, obv). With V she was always hiding under the bed and never meowed, just came out to eat. With us, she never hides, purrs non-stop, and is very very vocal. She gets wet food and treats, she sits in the middle of the bed like she owns the place. She gets to be a cat.

I leave my room to go check on my mom. She relays me the text. I say . "What the fuck is wrong with her? It hasn't even been a day."

I ask, "Is V's sister's cat declawed?"

We, like, talk about what a transparently selfish and inconsiderate person V is. I tell my mom I'm gonna try to sleep, but then I stop in the middle of the room.

It's a balancing act to watch out for 1 declawed cat with our other cats, so it would take more mental energy to strategize life around 2 declawed cats, especially with how often I'm asked to petsit. You have to factor in how much time you can spend out petsitting (I usually spend 5 hours there at a time), time you can spend with the Have Claws group of pets (including a dog), and time you can spend with the No Claws pet.

Despite the... misconceptions about cats being detached and aloof, they want (and need) to spend time with you. They want to cuddle, they want to hang out in the same room, they want to hear your voice, they want to play, they want to snooze in the presence of someone they feel safe around; they love you. Same as with dogs.

My mom says she'll find out.

I get some sleep, then I wake up. My mom tells me that no, V's sister's cat is not declawed; she can't find anyone in the state to do it. That's why she wants to rehome the cat.

",,,, How could anyone say that without being ashamed?"

My mom shrugs. "I don't know. I told her, 'wow, we're sitting here miserable because we wish we had our cat back, and your sister wants to get rid of hers because she can't mutilate it' I don't think she liked that because she stopped texting me back."

We laughed.

Silence is telling, you know? V's 20 year old cat died last year, and my mom and I spent months hoping to god that she wouldn't get a new cat, because we didn't want her to declaw it. She swore up and down she regretted doing it to her other cats and would never do it again, but she's also a liar. So after she did get a new cat, my mom and I have checked to see if she still has claws every time we go over. So far she does... but probably because V can't find anyone to do it either.

But then it stopped being so funny when I realized it was probably only a matter of time before one or both of them crossed state lines to look for a vet who'd do it. We can't exactly steal V's cat, but if we take in her sister's cat, we can save it from happening.

I don't really have a good way to finish this. We'd rather take in a cat off the street or from a shelter than have Three cats that came from the same asshole, but if V's sister does declaw her cat, we'll feel responsible for it happening, even if we know it's not our fault.

I just wanted to post about how fucking insane it is to try to pawn off your (sibling's) cat less than 24 hours after someone's cat died. She's almost 70 and has no mental illnesses; she knows better. She's just an asshole.

#erin talks #text #this is vvvvery long so don't feel obligated to read/don't feel bad if you don't #I just felt like I needed to include all the details/context so no one tries to give V the benefit of the doubt #I have . a complex about ppl reacting to my vent posts by naively suggesting that what others did was an accident or not their fault #that's part of why I spent a Long time not making personal posts

[cessandee]

What's up?? A lot has happened since then and I'm only gonna talk about the things that are not serious, aka my lovelife. (Next time na yung other part of my life.)

So where do i start? I read all my last entries about him and I say feelings/emotions do change a lot. We've met 2 times already. On a weekday again, him from work and me it's my day off. I actually want to clear my mind from other things that's why I agreed that day. I actually want to eat kfc but then decided that he should be the one again to choose where we will eat. He chose Burger King, for the reaons, 1. I ordered onion rings last time & thought it was like BK's and got disappointed, 2. He believes that burger will make you gain wait haha. and maybe 3. He is naiilang to eat rice with me? HAHAHA.

Okay so dun palang sa BK dami nya ng ekis for me. Ayaw ko na isaisahin pero medyo bawas points sya sa labas namin na yun lol. Tho sya nagbubukas at naglalagay ng ketchup ko?? di ako kinikilig dun sorry hahaha gusto ko lang yung normal gentleman muna tutal we are getting to know each other right? And isa pa sa napansin ko. We are so not alike pagdating sa hobbies, likes, wants hahaha sobrang opposite namin. I feel like we dont have a common denominator eh. Isa din yun sa nagpabawas lalo ng points nya ngayon sakin haha to the point where I ask myself gusto ko ba sya? parang hindi. yikes. Like how can you like a person if you have no any mutual connection to begin with? Tapos lalong nagpainis pa sakin na gusto ko na itigil ko kasi parang nagllokohan nalang is the way sya magapproach sa mga sinasabi ko sa kanyang problems and stuff. Like, be honored that I'm opening up myself to you... tapos ganun lang response mo? Huhu so not giving! Super ekis. HAHAHA. Nacocompare ko tuloy sya kay HC pota hahahahaha he did way better at comforting me kaya nafall ako dun eh. Grabe this is his chance para makuha loob ko pero parang pinpapalayo nya lang lalo. Eto pa sobrang kainis kasi I stayed at the hospital until 4am before going home. I'm so tired from pm shift tas I can't go home until I know that lolo is okay na. I'm agitated, tired, dont know what to do and I didnt get the chance to tell him the whole detail of what happened because he never asks and I feel like he is not interested so why would I bother right? And I said that baka I'm gonna go home around 2-2:30am hoping he would fetch me because he's out with his cousin. He said edi sabay na tayo 2/2:30 bounce na daw sya dun. I was pabebe konti syempre sagot ko sige kung 2:30 ako uuwi which is a yes naman diba. But then he changed his mind saying he cant promise 2:30 daw lol he is the one who said that time kaya so funny feel ko pinigilan sya ng friends nya. Edi i said in a cold tone wag na keri ko naman magisa. Rereply pa sya want nya ko makita tas update nya nlang ako pag pauwe na sya at baka pede pa nya ako MASABAY. Like he really said that?? Baka pwede nya ako masabay? DUDE HUHU. Sobrang not givingggg he got me there. Super NO for me that time hahaha. Like he could just said "sunduin kita" "hatid kita" HAHAHAHHA. Masabay talaga? Like so i know we are just friends pero diba?? You want more something from me or am I just imagining things? HAHAHA i didnt replied to him after that and he updates me pa that they went to eat sa bf! the nerve. Tas pauwe na daw sya sabay ba daw ako tas yung sunod na chat nya na nakauwe sya is clearly he drive home agad and didn't wait for my text for at least 10mins. What if pala nagreply ako ng g sabay ako hahahah babalikan ba ko nun for sure hindi.

Kaya ngayon nag-aaya sya ulit after work na naman nya kasi dayoff ko. I'm not sure parang ayaw ko na muna hahaha. Di kasi ako nadadala sa words nya lang na ang ganda ko LOL aanuhin ko yan. I want effort, I want vinovoice out nya sakin hindi yung hanggang chat lang. Tsaka hayy ewan. Siguro ang gusto ko talaga sa lalake kahit di matalino is mataas naman ang EQ. At kayang kaya maghandle ng emotions ko. Grabe Lord yun pala susunod na ipagppray ko haha a guy who could handle my emotions and moodswings na sobrang patient. Sa ngayon hindi ko nakikita sa kanya yun traits na yan hahaha. If I'm gonna rate him from 1-10 kung gano sya possible maging bf ko ay 4 HAHAHAH sobrang na turnoff talaga ako sorry. Ayaw ko na nga sana replyan eh.

Yun lang hahahaha oh diba sobrang iba feels ko dito di na inlove huhu. Hayy. Everything is gonna be alright. Mag work na muna ko malapit na mag 6 haha.

10-19-2023 04:27 AM

[interdimensional-lore]

Wolf's Eye: Demon Strike

Redone Outline

I pitched a very minimally edited version of the outline from this post with absolutely NO prep and when my professor very carefully told me none of it made sense (after I stumbled through a twenty-word stuttering explanation of the story itself at 10:30am while my brain went blank) I cried.

Because I knew that and my brain was still being a little shit and refusing to process that. Not because I was upset at HIM. Mike was entirely within reason lol and he handled my misdeeds and my emotions quite well for a man who likely had no idea what was happening (with the story or with me).

But tl;dr I mortified myself. So to resolve the pain that caused me, I wrote up a proper outline (to resubmit) and now it's here for you all to admire! It's great. I'm proud of it. This is the most I've thought about Demon Strike in YEARS! And even if I don't use it for this class (which I probably won't because WEC has NO relation to me and this is one of those story and concept classes in which you have to base things off personal experience), I can still use the outline for my Graphic Novel thesis project thingy for my minor capstone next fall. So I still win.

Enjoy!

PART 1:

opens with Caitie Davis riding through the forests of Voaden (city), Iron Archs (dimension) on her motorcycle, the radio blaring some news story about the changing of hands of the WEC title—her and Jason assuming command. Gives a set time until that formal takeover date.

some things the radio man might discuss: the death of Jason’s father and how Jason is linked to Wilson’s death. Caitie’s surprising choice to co-lead with Jason and her adamancy about their working as a team together. Trails off with “and now the weather…”

arrives at the property and is let in. Greets the guards and Pitch, meets Jason at the front desk and goes up to talk to the temporary CEO—the doctor Wilson Alder appointed to take over until Jason was old enough to take on the family business. 

Are given instructions to take the day/next few days off, rest before the storm so to speak. Warns them of the curse, of Myrixel, and suggests shoring things up during their downtime.

Caitie, Jason, Pitch, and Harper meet on the roof that night with beers and food over the fire pit

Reminisce, talk about Jason and Caitie taking over, mention Lou and how Caitie’s family still thinks it’s too dangerous for her to take on the mantle but how she’s going to anyway.

Mention the lycanthrope “curse” and Caitie blowing it off, and how she thinks they’ll be able to deal with Myrixel easily too. (Tattoo that indicates a hybrid??) Harken back to the radio man’s mention of Caitie’s adamancy that she and Jason co-lead because this is part of WHY

Jason goes down with Harper to get more beers and find they’ve run out in the aviary. Jason goes back down to the main floor, then to the desk to take the lift down to storage. Harper goes back to the roof. When Jason tries to take the lift back up, the handprint scanner fails. The lights start to flicker. He tries again. The lights go out, then flash on a grim purple.

“It would be you, Son of Alder.”

Or something else ominous

blurry first-person images of things going black, getting back to the first floor, someone at the front desk asking Jason if he’s okay, Myrixel turning them, the lights flickering purple

Back on the roof, the power shuts off and Harper says something about having a bad feeling about it (#StarWars reference). Goes down to check things out. Pitch gets onto the security network; Caitie tries to call Jason on HOLO.

Pitch goes silent, Caitie can’t get Jason.

the lights in the parking lot come back on, glowing the same grim, ominous purple as the basement where Jason was.

PART 2:

Caitie frantically tries to comm Jason again, spamming her HOLOscreen until it fizzles out in stark disgust with her. She curses at it, looks over the roof wall to see people filtering out of the building and one poor tech running out in a panic before toppling over themselves, getting up, and walking back inside unnaturally calm. Turns back to Pitch, who is still looking at his own screen, unreadable.

“Pitch...? What’s going on?” “Something’s wrong. The security network is on the fritz, everything is shutting down and the lockout measures are failing. Someone got in.” Caitie looks back at the parking lot. “We’ve got to get to Jason.”

They head back into the atrium where Caitie immediately goes for the training weapons (“they’re better than nothing”). Turns around to find Pitch halted on the stairs, hand on his hip holster, his eyes glowing purple. Has to fight her way away from him—or run, more like. Gets his indent pass off of his neck in the tussle (dog tags, which is unusual for an LA, they’re usually welded into their exoskin), runs for it.

Pitch is SCARY. He’s six feet tall and his color scheme is all red, yellow, and black. He has a fairly humanoid design for an LA, but he’s fitted with hidden blades and has high magic usage tolerance, as well as an android’s enhanced strength and durability. He’s formidable in a fight. Caitie gets the hell out of dodge.

Makes her way through the fifth floor (next floor down from the aviary atrium) in stealth mode, finds out the human members of the outfit are just as possessed as the LA members, and all of them have Myrixel’s glowing Hell’s Aisles sigil over their heads (on their foreheads?). Has to fight one of the weapons techs she interned under.

PART 2 has commentary from Caitie in caption boxes. PART 1 features mostly dialog bubble and special word bubble for the radio.

Gets down to floor four and has a view all the way across and through the building. The lights on the ceiling (underside of floor five) are a sickly purple and Jason is standing on the second-floor central platform, but Caitie can immediately tell it’s not her Jason. He’s giving orders and everyone is following them

Myrixel is directing the humanoids and Living Androids to track down anyone who didn’t slip under his command—anyone off the network. He doesn’t want a mistake like what happened with Alder (Jason witnessed, got away, and got to safety after his father’s commissioned murder).

Caitie is not on the network. She was riding back from university, having freshly graduated (this will have been made clear in PART 1), and hadn’t logged back in officially or gotten her new clearance codes. Immediate target on her back.

Gets spotted while watching. Temp attacks her, unleashing all three rings of his magic stabilization levels at her (i.e., he is very Unstable). Alerts Myrixel to her presence, runs through the fourth floor to try and escape Temp, then Bronze, then Alex. gets pinned in a closed room by Bronze and Temp (notorious prank/disaster duo, like brothers). Myrixel marches in after them.

Temp: wiry, avg. height LA with a lavender color theme, rabbit-like ears, and red highlight colors (stabilizers, eyes (not while possessed), wrist bracer runes. Bronze: same height, browns and blues for color themes, looks like a prep. Neither of them should be terrifying but they are (framing, power/control, dangerous, no holding back, VERY armed and dangerous). Alex is built like a mountain; six feet of metal alloy and crimson, orange, and heavy armor.

Myrixel gives some quick villain speech and then just. Fatally stabs her. He’s done this before; he’s not messing around. Locks her in the room (cleared-out storage?) to die.

Caitie still has Pitch’s indent tags. Tries to triage herself but is generally shit at healing magic and has inadequate supplies (searches the storage containers after Myrixel-Jason leaves with Temp and Bronze (which is WRONG because Temp has field training and hates seeing blood and Bronze is a medic).

overrides Myrixel’s technological control over Pitch, hopes it cracks the rest of him. Wraps his core coding in her own security spells (magitech functions as a code-runeset hybrid) and hopes for the best.

fades to black.

Cut to Pitch while Myrixel sizes him up and makes some comment about stealth force being useful for his takeover of the Archs, how he needs to be successful this time or else his contract will fall through “and, well, you know what happens to demons who don’t fulfill their contracts.”

Pitch wakes up. (All yellows)

PART 3:

Pitch wakes up as Myrixel leaves the aviary atrium, setting him up as a sentry “in case anymore haughty, stubborn miscreants try to make their way in.”

Comes out of it with a jolt and some magic sparks, then everything CRACKS open in full color and he stagers into a wall.

First person shots with yellow code overwriting purple, and a bright yellow sigil blinking in his viewscren. Pull back out and that same sigil is glowing over his head (forehead?) where Myrixel’s just was.

Flashback panels/flashes to a blurry/cut-off image of Wilson Alder talking over a yellow-orange HOLopad and Pitch’s voice laughing. “You can’t possess something twice, after all.” (Said as a joke, you can see Wil’s smile and the crinkles by his eyes. You can tell the two of them were friends.

Pull back to reality and Pitch repeats what Wil said. Moves out of frame.

Moves through the building the same way Caitie did, but doesn’t get recognized. He doesn’t give as much commentary (caption boxes) the way Caitie did. Just enough to pull you through the pages by the color of the boxes as he moves through the building.

commentary on his origins and what Will meant. Show don’t tell, but as it applies to dialog/narration in written media, if that makes sense.

Finds Caitie. Checks her vitals, checks the poorly packed stab wound, knows she isn’t going to make it. Makes some comment to her about being too stubborn to die like this. She makes some mostly-unconscious wisecrack about it. Hits her with a strong painkiller from the medkit she was able to find, grabs a blade and draws the zio’andar onto her shoulder.

“If you’re stubborn enough, you’ll be back. I hope you’ll be back, Davis. You… [insert some cheesy reference to when she was a kid and they played some game or another together and he stubbornly refused to let her win so she’d have a challenge]”

narration boxes briefly explain the zio’andar (for notes here: the zio’andar, or Void Death Rune, is a promise rune that, when activated with blood upon one’s death, the gods are bound to resurrect that person in fulfillment of the promise. The caveat is that the gods usually want something from that person/assign a quest, and sometimes the resurrection isn’t immediate. Pitch overrides the “not immediate” bit by tracing HIS sigil on her forehead, claiming her as his ward.

Pitch and Harper have been around since Jason and Caitie were little. They were the kids’ babysitters, which always wigged out Caitie’s parents

goes to find Myrixel-Jason

PART 4:

Caitie wakes up exactly where she died (all pinks, reds, and blues, NOT Myrixel’s purple).

panics, very confused. Realizes she’s sitting in a pool of her own dried blood but there isn’t any on her or her clothes, and the stab wound is gone. Even more confused.

Gets up, fishes a weapon out of some storage crate or another (it’s Wolf’s Eye. It should be very clear visually and thematically that this is just how the place operates) and creeps out of the storage room. It’s been a few hours, morning light is streaming in through the windows.

Pitch overrode the lock codes to get in and left it unlocked.

hears blaster fire, looks over the railing to the find the first floor consumed in a firefight between those still under Myrixel’s control and those under Pitch’s—yellow vs purple.

Myrixel-Jason and Pitch are alternating between shooting at each other and dodging each other’s hexes on the catwalk across the second floor

Caitie decides to go down and help Pitch

Caitie is still a little delirious at this point, both as a side effect of nearly dying, and falling asleep, and of the resurrection in general. Still doesn’t know how she’s alive or healed. Ends up blearily making her way through the fourth floor to the stairwell, no opposition is met because they’re all downstairs or, as we are shown, cowering in the offices.

Gets to the second floor, meets opposition. Bronze is fighting a purple-eyed Temp, who is overpowering him.

Caitie stops to help Bronze, even if she’s still not happy that he was one of the ones who cornered her (even though it’s not really his blame to shoulder).

Raises her blaster pistol to shoot only to realize there’s no battery pack—but it shoots anyway. Tattoos she did NOT have just a death-nap ago are lit up down her entire arms and Temp has a smoldering hole in his side.

Temp’s eyes gutter out and he collapses. Bronze makes a put-out noise, Caitie winces and tells him “At least when we fix him and upload his memory back up he won’t remember being possessed.”

While getting shot at by a couple purple-eyed techs, Caitie scrambles across the second floor while Bronze attempts to draw Myrixel’s attention with gunfire

Myrixel: “I thought you were the medic!” Bronze, who is also trained in combat and weapons handling because he works at Wolf’s Eye: “I have bad days!”

Caitie tackles Pitch right before he can shoot Myrixel-Jason down. “That’s still Jason’s body! We’re trying NOT to kill him, right?” Pitch, meanwhile, is seeing in double vision and can see the miasmic possession grip Myrixel has on him and is more focused on that. He is also, unfortunately, deeply attached to these kids and agrees that yeah, we probably shouldn’t kill Jason just to kill Myrixel.

immediately tries to bodily tackle Jason, who is her height and has less muscle anyway, but Pitch yanks her back before Myrixel can whack her to the side. Makes a comment about how she’s supposed to be dead. She throws some witty comment back at him.

He starts shooting again, Pitch and Caitie fall back. Bronze, meanwhile, has disappeared (presumably caught in the aftermath of whatever distract he caused)

Pitch is trying to figure out what, exactly, to do to stop Myrixel without killing him. Even before his memories were unlocked, he was a lethally trained fighter. Caitie, meanwhile, starts asking if he can just like, exorcise Myrixel

Pitch has a lightbulb moment.

Caitie is and can tackle Jason’s body to the ground. He’s seen her do it, and he knows how much Jason weighs. He decides to let her. Tells her to get him down and unconscious, which she is loath to do on purpose, but agrees anyway. Pitch gives her cover and Caitie uses her new glowy powers to draw Myrixel-Jason’s attention, then full-body tackles him to the catwalk and makes sure he hits his head real hard.

Myrixel may be a powerful contract demon, but he is currently possessing the comparatively frail body of Jason Alder, who does not yet have a plate in his head. He goes out like a light.

Pitch exorcises Myrixel from Jason with extreme predjudice. He retreats, trying to maintain control over the building and its inhabitants, but the outfit members start falling out of his control and the lights flicker.

The key to a contract demon like Myrixel’s powers working is their tether to the world they’re working in; they have to have a strong and receptive (forcibly or genuinely) host to possess. Without that, Myrixel’s power and plans fail and he loses control of Wolf’s Eye.

It’s for this same reason that Pitch (and Harper, but he’s not relevant here) has an LA body. He was originally sent to kill Wilson but ended up getting held hostage by whoever he possessed (probably Wil, he’s nutty like that) and through experience decided that he didn’t want to be the one to fuck up these people’s lives. So he had an LA body made and his Hell’s Aisles memories and powers locked away until he needed them. They were supposed to be easier to access, but the retrieval failed when Myrixel killed Wil.

the building falls back into its natural state—not its previous state. It’s pretty trashed. A couple hours of active close-quarters blaster fire and metal people tackling other metal people through walls will do that. Caitie gets off of Jason and Pitch decides they probably need to get him to a medic. Caitie remembers Bronze and goes to hunt him down.

Cut to a week later, when Jason is several days free of medical and healing from a pretty nasty concussion. Caitie is doing research on what, exactly, Pitch turned her into by using the zio’andar on her.

“No, but what the hell is a ziojic? Or ziorisa demonica? Pitch, whatever you magicked me into isn’t even researchable and has two names dude. What the fuck.” (Cue Pitch giving one of those long-suffering sighs and accepting that his new fate is to mentor a newly resurrected immortal-with-a-catch.)

Jason, meanwhile, is not entirely unaffected from the possession. In addition to lingering demonic eyes that might never change back, he’s also paler, has worse vision, and is left with a curse of his own.

Jason’s curse: Myrixel cursed him before he lost his ability to appear in the Archs. Jason’s body is essentially frozen in time...? He’s kind of like a walking corpse, in a way. His heart his stopped mid-beat, his pupils are stuck dilated, he’s got muscle rigidity and joint stiffness, it’s a whole thing. (Mobility aids? Vision impaired? Expound on what this means for him going forward and how he handles it)

casting Myrixel out, Pitch explains around this time, broke the contract curse on Wolf’s Eye since it rendered him unable to fulfill his contract terms. He makes some comment about how hopefully the person who commissioned him won’t try again, considering three Hell’s Aisles demons have now failed to take WEC down for good

alludes to the big bad of installment 2, aka the guy who commissioned Hell’s Aisles to take down Wolf’s Eye.

Cue that explanation, or maybe it’s already happened.

Pitch mentions something about knowing who contracted him, Harper, and Myrixel—and how Harper still doesn’t remember anything, and he’ll respect that choice. Other closing lines, some comment about how they can still take on anything, even if Jason is a cursed walking corpse (see notes).

View pulls out to a view of the whole main building and repairs beginning. Maybe Caitie issues a nonchalant challenge to the multiverse (which would be in character, and will totally come back to bite her in the ass)

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Some other notes:

WEC adopts purple as its tech color to mark their triumph over Myrixel and to brandish as proof of it. It’s not his shade, its a pleasant lavender shade like Temp’s colors, kind of. Caitie’s eyes are a similar color permanently. Jason dyes his hair purple for shits and giggles, gives Caitie and Pitch war flashbacks in the process.

Caitie and Jason are not related, but they consider each other family. They grew up together, and when Wilson died, Jason came to live with the Davis family (he was around 12)

“Demon Strike” is the first installment of 3. “WEC: Order of the Puppet Master” deals with the people who contracted Myrixel and takes place the year after this (roughly). “WEC: Dark Pheonixes” takes place much later, after an interdimensional upset that isn’t relevant here.

magic system is pre-established but not necessary to understand beyond the fact that most of it is color coded, so the same color will generally do the same thing across the boards. Gets a little confusing with Light magic involved, but again, not important.

yes this did genuinely give me closure to write

#wolf's eye corporations #broken dimensions #yeah i know things mostly only make sense in my head mike but it's not MY fault speaking is hard #and in high-pressure situations my mind goes blank #that's the mental illness #brdim lore #original concept #brdim stories #outline #creative writing #potential graphic novel #yeah i should probably pick up therapy again

[livingwithlosingyou]

Living with Losing You - 9/27/2022

What an insane day.

I woke up to my alarm blaring before 6am because I had to go onsite to address a situation. I also has to take Sadie to camp because I was going to eb gone ALL day with appointments, meetings, practice, etc. 

My work morning meetings were very effective and went very well. I was glad that the team was able to work together to make that happen #teamworkmakesthedreamwork. I was there for a few hours, but had decided to leave at around 11:30am to try and meet my dad for lunch. In that thought process I realized that I actually had a therapy meeting at noon. So, I had to cancel on the pops (it was fine, he had lunch packed already) and then I started to drive towards Scripps Ranch to take my therapy call, eat lunch, and then go to my rescheduled OBGYN at 2:10pm. Like I said, very busy day.

I got the the parking lot and parked as my therapist joined the call. It was honestly perfect timing. I had a good session today. I think I was more blunt and honest in a respectful way about how i was feeling. Since my therapist was also an addict herself, she really understands some of the feelings you were having James. I have definitely had my ups and downs, and she constantly reminds me that it’s normal. I just really have been messed up since the storage unit. I have noticed that I really go back and forth primarily between gratitude, anguish/devastation, and anger. I feel so lucky to have loved you and been loved by you, but I am also so sad that you’re not physically here. On top of that, I am mad that you abandoned me when you promised that you’d never leave me. Balancing all of those very different emotions has been the hardest things, but I am starting to learn that “opposite” emotions can coexist. It’s a learned skill that I am still very much learning. 

After I hopped off the call I went to go and pick up my lunch. I got a sandwich from Jimbos custom made and some snacks. I ate my lunch at their patio outside and started working on my computer. I love working outside like that, it’s nice to have a change of scenery every now and then. Perks of having a job like I have. 

I realized that it was coming up on my appointment soon, so I quickly packed up my things and worked my way south a few exits for that OBGYN appointment. I will not get into details, but it was a very refreshing first step in the right direction. This doctor had an action plan, and took the time to review the birth control options that were already on my chart. I will say she did not review my whole chart, because she started asking me a much of questions about current partner(s), etc. She asked if I was irregular and I said yes because of my recent stress and she gave me the “look” of like “we are all stressed you need manage it better”, but also basically said that. Just more eloquently than I just typed it. Once i told her what was going on she was very apologetic, and it all made more sense to her. Anyway, all in all it was productive. Hoping she can help me!

By the time the appointment ended it was already almost 3pm. I was supposed to be a practice by 4pm. Keep in mind the HS that I coach at is likely around 45 mins or more from Scripps Ranch. I ended up booking it home (allegedly) and changing into running clothes really fast so I didn’t overheat at practice. Plus, i wanted to run again today. My goal is to get 150 miles by EOD of your birthday. I still have a ways to go!

I was able to get home at around 3:30pm, so i quickly got changed and grabbed my stuff then was back out the door. Practice went well today, the boys had a recovery form yesterday. We did some kettlebells which was fun to lead as well. As long as they are listening. 

I was supposed to go to GriefShare tonight, but honestly practice didn’t end until closer to 6:30pm, and that group starts at 6:45pm. Even with how busy my day was in general, I decided to skip this week. I also still had to pick up Sadie from camp and grab myself dinner. I ended up stopping at nothing Bundt Cakes to pick some up for out GNI (girl’s night IN) and then grabbed In N Out for myself. I figured I would get it since it’s not in KY and I won’t have access to it for weeks. Once I got home, we had a BIP (IYLKYK) watch party. Marissa and Bri came over for it. while we watched it I started packing. I still have SO much to do, it’s insane. I wrote a list on my notepad on the counter. Tomorrow is going to fly by, then I’ll be in KY! Crazy!

I ended up finishing all of my coaching training as well, so I am officially a cleared coach, yay! Now I will get my badge! I also talked to the producer today. I am VERY excited about the music part of this KY trip. I hope that it will continue to help me heal, and also eventually spread awareness. You’d be so proud of me, I know you would have been. You probably currently are. 

It’s past midnight at this point, and I still have not showered. I need to get ready for bed. Today was just SO busy, and tomorrow is the same. 

I hope that I feel you more in KY. I miss you.

Love you, always! Can’t wait to see if that note is still up in the science center. )(quick story, I called the LY science center that we visited in May because they had an exhibit where you could write a note and pin it onto the wall. i do not remember exactly what it said, but it was something very cheesy and cute. Well, when I called they said it was still up, and that they’re taking it down this weekend. I am going to take you mom’s car on Friday to Louisville to check and see if it is still there. Fingers crossed you will lead me right to it <3.

I love you, James. Always will. 

Oh, also your mom sent me a cute picture of Biggie today, and said he is excited to see me (we both know this is true). 

Rest in Peace, James Burton Nichols

10/1/1993 - 7/16/2022

[onndansonnra]

The up and down was severe today. After days of a really really bad depressive episode I woke up and did not want to disappear. I put on my headphones and listened to a 2,5h playlist of early 2000s arabic songs without even noticing the time passing, I was having so much fun! Just dancing and singing in every room, putting the laundry away, toasting bread. It was beautiful how energetic I can feel when the heavy shadow of depression and anxiety leaves me for a minute. I used the opportunity to do some more research on pmdd and I’m so sure I have it. Went through messages, my gallery and every other way I’ve been documenting the last few menstrual cycles and it’s like clockwork, the two weeks before my period starts are always so hard I never know if I’ll make it through. And then it’s the third day of my period, like today, and I just cannot grasp how all of this is the same person, is me? I cooked a delicious meal to celebrate the end of the week with U cause he’s been working the morning shift and I feel so bad for him he needs so much rest. The way I was focused while cooking, absorbed in all the stages of making this aubergine stew, I haven’t felt that sort of concentration in at least a month. The symptoms I’m reflecting on now… but then the day kind of turned. It started raining and I was actually looking forward to the rain but it just kept getting darker and darker until the tv light of U watching some scary netflix show was the only thing lighting up the room and I felt so much dread and anxiety for winter. It seemed like I traveled back in time to last September/October when everything went wrong with my ex bestfriend and the winter days in this flat were unending and hopeless. I couldn’t help feel dramatic and dumb to have this strong of an emotional reaction to a rainy dark day but my body was screaming. Now its 2:30am, I just got out the shower and feel like my head is about to explode from all the unnecessary information I filled it with in order to dissociate from the emotions of the evening. But I promised to take care of myself and not punish me for being unpredictable and working in ways that wear me out. I don’t mean to I really don’t

#p

[milabrew]

tw sa + sh

I had nowhere else to vent or put this story out so I'm typing it out here. feel free to ignore and not read this is just for me to let my emotions out.

I downloaded tinder, mostly as a joke with my friends, not thinking too much of it. I used it for 2 days probably before really hitting it off with this one guy, which I'll call Ken. Ken was really nice, genuine, and funny. I honestly enjoyed talking to him a lot and it was something I'd look forward to everyday. We would send pictures of ourselves throughout the day and would keep each other updated on what we were doing. He was the first guy that made me feel seen, and gave me attention. I have commitment issues, so I usually try to see the worst in guys I have somewhat interest in just in case they're not what they seem. This guy surprisingly didn't have anything wrong with him to me, or so I thought for 2 weeks before yesterday when I saw him for the first time.

Basically, yesterday morning he asked to hang out, I told him probably not in the day, so it resulted in the middle of the night, around 2/3 am. This should've seemed like it wouldn't end well from the beginning but I wanted to believe he had good intentions. He showed up at around 2:30am, I went to his car and we started driving from there. It was pretty normal at first, until he started to bring up the idea of going into his backseat. All the time. If we weren't talking about anything else, it would just be that. It felt like he was pressuring me, and that I couldn't say no. I didn't mention this before, but in the 2 weeks we were talking we didn't talk about anything sexual. I had no idea how far he had gone in that aspect, and he hadn't asked me either. However, in the car I did tell him that I didn't have experience, and that I was new to this. It didn't seem to bother him which should've been a red flag in itself. I felt really uncomfortable the entire time. I avoided the backseat once, because he said he needed gas so I told him to get it first. Right after he got back on the idea of the back seat. The whole time I was evidently reluctant and not sure with myself, and I told him that. I eventually agreed. Biggest mistake and regret in my whole life. I wish I had enough confidence in myself to say no to people. I have been such a fucking people pleaser my whole life that I don't know the right times to say no. We made out, I told him I don't want hickeys, he gave me 2.

I ended up getting caught by my parents because I snuck out, lied and said I went on a walk with a friend who was having hard time. They probably don't want me in the house anymore and hate me. I blocked him everywhere. When I got home, I wanted to throw up, I sh for the first time as well with a knife I had in my bedroom. I couldn't sleep after due to all the guilt.

I feel so disgusted, ashamed and guilty with myself. I can't believe I let curiosity take me this far that I ended up getting with a guy who was nothing like he seemed, and I probably lost any trust my parents had in me. I can't bring myself to look at the mirror anymore. I feel stained and ruined and sooo gross. I want this feeling gone. I've been crying all day, I wish I didn't feel like this anymore. I ruined myself in the span of 2 hours, I wish I could just sleep forever and never wake up. It was all my fault, I did this to myself.

[weasleylangs]

dirty little secret / g.w

‘i go around a time or two, just to waste my time with you’ 

Summary: Being friends with benefits was a mutual decision, a way to relieve stress when needed after a stressful twelve months. It was decided it was just between them, not to be anybodies business but George and Y/N’s, but she doesn’t want to be his dirty little secret anymore. Pairing: George Weasley x Fem!Reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI !! no graphic depictions of sex but there’s one really fucking steamy kiss and sex & fwb situations/hookup culture is discussed heavily, sweet aftercare for both reader and George, jealousy & possession (nothing toxic), alcohol / drinking, food.  Word Count: 5.6k AUTHORS NOTE / aaaaa the first instalment for my pop punk series!!! this one is based off dirty little secret by the all american rejects! im going to kiss @weelittleweasley for helping me write the steamy kiss btw!!!!!

POP PUNK COLLECTION 

(all 18+) taglist / @spacexcowgirl @weelittleweasley​ @lumos-barnes​ @butterflybuchanan​ @levylovegood​ @omghufflepuff​ @mitsukui​ 

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Y/N hears George when he reenters her room, a glass of water in one of his hands, a washcloth in the other. Her legs still feel slightly numb from the pleasure she had just been on the receiving end of, a blissed-out expression on her face as she makes grabby hands towards the man in her doorway. 

George smiles dopily down at her, helping her sit up before handing her the glass of water. “How are you feeling?” he asks, checking in as he starts to help clean Y/N up. He quickly stops when she winces, scared he hurt her. “Fuck, sorry,” he whispers, pulling his hand away but when she laughs and grabs his hand, he relaxes.

“It’s fine,” she smiles, the look of euphoria still gracing her facial features. “Just a little sensitive,” she says honestly. George nods slightly, a proud smile on his lips as he goes back to cleaning her skin, taking extra care in areas where Y/N would be sensitive. 

He’s always like this after sex, making sure she’s okay. It’s a part of the reason why Y/N agreed on being friends with benefits with him in the first place, he’s the most trustworthy person she knows. 

It all started when they were twenty-one; the war had finished, their loved ones were safe and they so desperately needed to unwind in a very specific way after the stress of the previous twelve months. It was a mistake at first, two best friends drunkenly joking about sleeping together and the next thing they knew, they were rolling in the sheets together. Y/N was positive she ruined her longest friendship, but when George began his own personal ritual of aftercare, she knew she couldn’t let him go easily. 

This is why when the preposition of friends with benefits was put on the table by George, she immediately took it; six months later they’re still sleeping together, and even though her feelings for George are evergrowing, she’s happy with their current situation. 

“You sure you’re okay?” George presses when he’s noticed Y/N’s eyes glazed over. He’s worried he went a little harder than usual tonight. The stress of getting the joke shop back up and running has been getting to him and he needed a release of pressure in more ways than one.  

“Yes, I’m sure,” she says, taking George’s hand in her own before pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles that causes a soft red hue to develop across his freckled cheeks. That’s something else she’s learnt about George since she began sleeping with him; he needs aftercare for himself just as much herself, and he mostly needs it in some form of physical affection. “Just thinking, nothing bad. I promise.” 

George nods asking if Y/N’s good to be picked up. She giggles when she realises he’s taking her to the bathroom so she can pee. He sits her down on the toilet before turning around and gasping as he sees his reflection in the mirror. “Fuck woman,” he exclaims, before twisting his body so he can see the scratches that start at his shoulders and trail down his back. “Were you trying to rip me apart?” 

He hears a giggle come from behind him, quickly followed by a toilet flushing. He feels her frame push past him so she can wash her hands and when she reaches to grab some cream to put on George’s back she lets out her own gasp.

“George Fabian Weasley, what the fuck?” Her neck has a hickey, and not just a small one. She’s beginning to question whether George is part vampire when she looks up at him and he’s smirking at her, a mischievous glint in his eye. “It’s Spring! I have lunch with Angie tomorrow! I can’t cover these!”

George almost feels bad, but his admiration for his work on her neck is slightly winning over his guilt. “I’m sorry, darling,” it’s genuine and they both know it when Y/N’s scowl falters slightly, threatening to smile.

“No, you’re not,” she says, grabbing the cream for his back and pushing him back into her bedroom. Before she begins to help George, she stands in front of her drawers, grabbing clothes to put on now she’s come out of her post-sex haze. She hears the redhead behind her chuckle when he recognises the sweater she puts on as his own as he puts his own boxers back on. “But I guess it’s payback. Your back’s going to hurt tomorrow and Fred’s going to wonder why.”

None of their friends are aware of... their arrangement. They agreed, knowing they would make it weird. After all, Fred’s engaged to his long term girlfriend from their Hogwarts years and their other friends have all started putting themselves out there, so it’s safe to say, they’re the last two to start to settle down. 

But they like their current relationship; it’s carefree, it’s simple, it’s not complicated like a proper relationship and if they’re honest, they get some mindblowing sex out of it. So it’s not anybody’s business but each other’s. 

After a while, Y/N’s finished putting the cream on George’s back. She spent the time mumbling apologies whenever George winces, she didn’t realise how hard she was going so she makes a mental note to not rip apart his back the next time they see each other. She presses a gentle kiss to the base of George’s neck, something she doesn’t think too much about but it feels like it’s blurring the lines between romantic and platonic right now and she feels herself panic a tiny bit.

“Do you work tomorrow?” She asks George, who hums in agreement. His eyes are droopy like he’s almost falling asleep and Y/N expected this. He’s putty in anybody’s hands the second you start trailing your hands gently up any part of his body, specifically his back. “Are you sleeping here tonight?” she giggles as she asks and George sighs. 

“I probably shouldn't but-” he cuts himself off with a yawn before rolling over onto his back. “Your bed is just so much more comfortable than mine.” 

Y/N rolls her eyes, pushing him slightly before jumping off the bed and leaving George to frown at her when she moves from her spot next to him. She grabs her wand from her bedside table, walking through her flat to make sure all her lights are turned off before enchanting ‘lumos’ so she can light her way back to her bedroom. 

“You’re letting me stay?” She nods at his words, crawling into bed with him. While she knows George is a sucker for physical affection, Y/N is also well aware he hates sleeping cuddled up to people so she gives him his space in the bed. Because of this, she doesn’t expect George to shift his body so even though they’re not cuddling, they’re still close, a simple form of comfort that neither of them can decipher as platonic or romantic.

“Yes, you can stay,” she says, rubbing her thumb along George’s hand as a way of saying goodnight, “but you wake me up before 9am tomorrow and you die.” 

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When Y/N wakes up the next morning to her alarm going off, the side of the bed is empty and cold. Her alarm clock reads 10:30am, so she knows George has been gone for a few hours at this point. She feels a small sense of sadness, remembering how fun the mornings are the times George sleeps over and stays until she wakes up. 

She sighs, deciding there’s no point in dwelling on George’s absence. When she walks into her kitchen, she checks her kettle; cursing George when she finds it empty because she knows he just had to have a cup of tea before leaving this morning and rolls her eyes as she fills it herself. Her kettle’s boiling as she potters around when she spots a piece of paper with George’s writing all over it. 

‘George’s excuses for the hickeys’ the note reads in his messy scrawl, and Y/N has to stifle a cackle before she continues to read. ‘1. ran into a door’ is scratched out immediately and she knows George probably thought it was a good idea at first before realising the hickeys are on her neck, so the running into the door isn't feasible. ‘2. bug’ is the next one and she has to stop herself from rolling her eyes and when she goes back to George’s oh so incredible list, her breath hitches. 

‘3. be honest and say you hooked up with someone’ makes Y/N’s heart sink. She hasn’t slept with anyone besides George in the past six months, hasn’t wanted to either for that matter, but it makes her realise something. 

She doesn’t know if George is the same. 

She’s well aware of their situation and the lack of commitment outside of promising to come over later, but her emotions hit her harder than she thought they would. While she wouldn’t complain if she and George became something more, she knows it’s not what either of them is looking for at the moment, so she doesn’t understand why she’s so hurt. Does George think I shag other people? she thinks before the kettle starts to hiss to indicate the water is boiled and she’s brought back to reality. 

After drinking her tea, Y/N begins to get ready, trying her best to cover the purple bruises littering her neck and trying to keep herself under control while she admires them in the mirror. Soon enough, she’s out the door and making her way to Diagon Alley where she spots Angie, talking with Fred.

“Y/N!” Fred exclaims as she gets closer and waves frantically as she walks towards them. “We’re just talking about how we think George has a bird!” Y/N chokes on air, her brows furrowing at Fred’s words. They’ve been so careful, a bit too careful when it comes to hiding their relationship from their friends so she doesn’t understand.

“Why do you think that?” Her tone is casual, trying to act natural as she tries to find out what signs could point to their... activities being exposed, and to his brother of all people.

Fred starts laughing again, holding his stomach as he tries to tell the story. “He didn’t come home last night- I only noticed because I was up at 3 and his bedroom door was open which was weird because he didn’t tell me he was going out!” Fred’s animated when he’s talking, taking a sip of his drink and using his free hand to emphasise his story. “And when he was reaching for something in a closet today he winced, like his back hurt!” 

Y/N stares at Fred blankly, memories of the night before flooding her memory when Fred mentions George wincing. She knows now is not the time to start thinking about how good George made her feel last night. “What does wincing have to do with anything?” 

She knows she made a mistake when Fred’s eyes widen, staring at her. “Well, my dear prude Y/N, my back only hurts when it’s scratched up from a good fu-” 

“Okay, we do not need to hear about your sex life,” Angie says, grabbing Y/N by the shoulders and steering her off. “We have a lunch date that you’re not invited to.” She’s smiling when she says it and when Fred bids the two girls goodbye, Angie calls out something about making fun of George for her. 

She’s quiet on the walk to the cafe she and Angelina have planned for lunch, lost in thoughts. She’s stuck on the idea of George sleeping with other people even though she knows she was the one with George last night, that she was the one scratching up his back. They walk in tandem, Angelina raving about Quidditch while Y/N nodded in acknowledgement at appropriate times. 

Eventually, they reach the cafe, quickly taking a seat and looking at the menu. It’s then when Angelina’s hand pulls the menu down from Y/N’s face and she’s giving the girl a questioning look.

“What’s wrong?” She asks.

Y/N stares at her, not understanding how she did anything to convey any feeling at all, let alone a feeling of something being wrong. She’s about to deny it when she looks Angelina in the eye, and she realises she can’t lie to her because she’d be questioned for the rest of lunch. “Do you think George has a friend with benefits?”

Angelina giggles at Y/N’s words, smiling slightly. “I know you’re sleeping with him.” She says it so casually that Y/N doesn’t even process what she said for a few beats. She half expected her friend to admit she was also sleeping with George, after all, she used to suspect they had a thing when they were teenagers but this is the last thing she expected. 

She’s so baffled she can’t even deny it, no words leaving her mouth for a second before she just stares at Angelina, “How?”

Angelina keeps smiling, quickly ordering their drinks when the waitress comes over and requests a little longer to decide on food before turning back to her friend sitting dumbfounded across the table. “Fred might be stupid and oblivious, but I’m not. I see the way he looks at you.” 

Y/N doesn’t think George looks at her in any particular way, at least he doesn’t when she isn’t under him and she notices Angelina’s eyes soften when Y/N doesn’t say anything. “You didn’t know before sleeping with him?”

“Didn’t know what before sleeping with him?”

“That he likes you?” Y/N thinks Angelina’s being stupid; it’s always been her liking George and George not noticing, not the other way around. George has always been sweet and gentle in bed, way nicer and way more giving than any other romantic partner in her past, but she’s always chalked it up to him just being George. That’s how she’s always known him, how she knew him when they met at 11, how she knew him on the Quidditch pitch when they were 15 and how she knows him now, at 22 and in his bed. 

“He doesn’t like me, you’re just making stuff up!” She’s adamant Angelina’s just messing with her but Angelina just sighs, obviously ready to move on from the topic. “He doesn’t,” she whispers to no one in particular and she feels Angelina grab her hand, rubbing a thumb across the top in a comforting kind of way.

“I guess it’s not my place to say,” she starts, “but I’ve never seen George treat someone else like the way he treats you. It’s like... It’s like you’re glass, that he’s scared of breaking you and you have to be in his sights at all times.” It’s soft and Y/N knows it’s genuine as much as she hates to admit it. 

The conversation changes, thankfully putting Y/N and George out of the hot seat but she’s hanging onto every word of Angelina’s, suddenly overthinking every interaction she’s had with the redhead in the past few months. Panic starts to set in and it only gets worse when Angelina bids her goodbye.

Her thoughts are loud; does she like George or does she like the way George makes her feel? What if George has liked her this entire time and she’s mistaken her feelings for romantic when they’re purely physical? 

As she wonders, she realises she’s being stupid. Y/N knows she likes George, she’s liked George for so long and she likes him so much it hurts. That’s when a new thought arrives, a more sinister thought, a meaner thought; What if Angelina is just completely wrong, that’s always a possibility. What if George doesn’t like her back at all. 

-----

She wanders Diagon Alley, making her way to the Apothecary after remembering she needs some more Valerian sprigs to make a new batch of the Potion for Dreamless Sleep. She’s muttering to herself as she wanders the store, thinking about how these days her best night's sleep are spent besides George but the thought is quickly pushed away when she spots her ingredient of choice and she can barely reach it. 

“Fuck,” she mutters, looking around for a stool or a shop assistant so she can finally get out of Diagon Alley. She’s about to give up and leave herself when she’s met with a tough body slamming into her own. Apologies spill from her mouth quickly, feeling terrible she almost knocked this poor guy over in the middle of the Apothecary but when she looks up, George is looking down at her.

“What do you need, darling?” The nickname makes her heart race and she only hopes George can’t hear it seconds away from beating from her chest. She doesn’t respond immediately, preoccupied with how nice he looks and it’s not until he waves in front of her face that she responds.

“Sorry,” she says, shaking her head in a way to push away her thoughts, “was looking for some Valerian sprigs.” She hopes George minds his own business, memories from her meeting with Angelina flooding her thoughts. She starts to over analyse the way George looks at her, whether it’s as if she’s glass, like Angelina claims but when she looks at George, he’s reaching up and grabbing the jar for her.

“Treacle fudge?” He questions, and it takes her a moment to process he’s asking why she needs the ingredient. 

“Dreamless Sleep,” she replies, embarrassed. She’s never needed a sleeping potion when George is around, his presence alone is enough to fight off any unwanted nightmares but that’s the last thing he needs to know. Thankfully, he doesn’t comment, just puts the jar back up on the shelf when she’s done and motions for her to follow him around the store. 

He stops in front of the rose thorns, silently debating how many to get when he feels Y/N’s eyes on him. “Love potion, for WonderWitch,” he says, grabbing some and putting them in a bag before making his way to the counter. He grabs the Valerian sprigs from Y/N’s hand, placing them alongside his rose thorns and ignoring her protests when he hands some Galleons to the shopkeeper. 

“I get a discount,” he says when they exit the shop, “plus, I didn’t mind.” Y/N stares at him, not able to read a single emotion on his face. She thanks him and takes the Valerian sprigs from him and places them in her bag. 

“Do you wanna come over tonight?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck. “Fred won’t be home.” His cheeks are flushed red, almost like he’s shy asking to see her for the second night in a row. The word ‘yes’ is on the tip of her tongue, threatening to spill out without her permission. She badly wants to let the word slip as well, but her thoughts from earlier come to the forefront once again and at this moment, Y/N can’t seem to convince herself that George wants her in the same way she wants him.

“No, sorry,” she says bluntly, and she doesn’t miss the look of shock on his face. Y/N has never turned George down and while he respects her no, it confuses him nonetheless. “Just... Not feeling well. You know?”

Y/N knows George doesn’t believe her, she sees it in his eyes, but he hums in acknowledgement before lifting his wrist and checking his watch. “Look, I’ve gotta go, Fred’s going to kill me,” the words are forced like he wants to stay and make sure everything is okay between the pair and he’s being pulled away too soon. “I’ll see you sometime this week, yeah?”

“Yeah, maybe,” Y/N says, knowing he doesn’t mean sometime this week in his bed, but the thought happens before she can stop it and it’s right now she realises she needs to push George away before she gets more hurt. 

-----

It’s been a week since Y/N turned down George’s offer to come over that night, and she has a feeling he’s avoiding her. Usually, when Y/N denies him it only takes him a few days before he comes crawling back or vice versa; they’ve never been able to go long without falling into bed together, the co-dependency on each other for a hook up was one they never discussed, but was known, so the fact George didn’t end up in her bed during the week makes her painfully aware something is wrong and even though she knows it’s her own fault, it doesn’t make it hurt any less.  

The suspicion is only confirmed when she’s dragged to a bar in Muggle London on the following Saturday night. Angie, Katie and Alicia’s complaints that Y/N’s been too high strung this week getting to her and their peer pressure eventually worked. She doesn’t mind the bar- it’s not too busy but it’s still got enough people in it for a good time and Katie and Lee are getting everyone drinks when Y/N spots a head of bright, auburn hair across the room. 

She doesn’t even think twice before knowing it’s George, and it’s got nothing to do with the girl next to him, hanging off every word he’s saying not being Fred’s fiancée. The way she feels in her entire body when she spots him, the ache in her heart she feels is what confirms it’s George. He’s the only person to ever have this kind of power over her and at this moment, she wishes he didn’t. 

Because George is flirting with the girl next to him and she’s batting her eyelashes, clearly happy with the attention the cute redhead is giving her and Y/N wants nothing more than to be in her place and it hurts, even more, knowing she usually is in her place. George is a lot more comfortable talking sex once he has a few glasses of whiskey, so the flirting gets turned up to an eleven and all their friends laugh at his forwardness. 

Angelina sees Y/N staring longingly at the younger twin and without words she knows something is wrong. So she grabs the tequila from Katie and places it in front of Y/N. “Drink it.” She looks at Angelina, confused why her attention was stolen from George but smiles happily when the shot glass is in her hand. 

It burns as it slides down her throat, after all, tequila always does. She quickly takes the lemon from whoever’s holding it out to her, pulling a face as the sourness meets her taste buds. Angelina, Katie and Alicia and hollering when she looks back at them, her friends successfully stealing her attention from George as they drag her to the dancefloor. ABBA is playing over the loudspeaker, and the girls yell in excitement, they would never pass up the opportunity to dance to ABBA; memories of post-Quidditch parties and sneaking Firewhiskey into the Gryffindor Common Room coming to the forefront of their minds. 

They dance for who knows how long with Lee joining them as he dances between Alicia and Katie, playing up the ladies’ man role. It makes Y/N laugh, Lee clearly loving the attention from the girls but it’s at that moment she spots George and the girl from earlier, dancing; George’s hands are on her hips, respectful but holding her close and it fills Y/N with a feeling so horrible, she has to turn around to push the vile, green monster back down. 

Thankfully, or not so thankfully, she’s not entirely sure just yet, she turns to face a guy. He’s cute, got a puppy dog look about him and he smiles at Y/N in a way that indicates he’s asking to dance. She says yes, of course, and her hands wrap around his neck. She hates that she’s spending this time dancing with him comparing him to George; his hands aren’t as calloused, he smells like mint as opposed to the familiar scent of cinnamon and Earl Grey tea, her heart isn't racing like it would if she was with the redhead. 

George sees her across the dance floor because his eyes haven’t left her all night. He knows he’s leading this poor girl on, Bianca is her name; he’s not going to end up taking her home like he knows she’s hoping, but he needed a distraction. When he sees Y/N starting to dance with a guy, his jaw tenses and his eyes narrow; he knows he’s being stubborn. If he just talked to Y/N everything would be sorted but he doesn’t want to be the one to break, he wants Y/N to come to him, to want him. 

Their eyes meet across the dance floor, the guy’s head dipping into the crook of Y/N’s neck, his arm is wrapped around her waist as her back is pressed against his chest, grinding her bum onto his crotch. She tries to look away from George but she can’t, his eyes are enchanting and this is the most attention they’ve gotten from each other since that day in Diagon Alley. George whispers something into the girl’s ear, his grip on her hips getting tighter but his eyes never leave Y/N’s. 

It’s Y/N who breaks eye contact, her head falling back onto her dance partner’s shoulder and when George sees open mouth kisses pressed to Y/N’s neck, he snaps. He mutters an excuse to Bianca and walks as fast as he can to the girl he wants. He sees his friends snickering at each other as they dance but no one says anything.

She feels his presence before she feels him grab her wrist, so he doesn’t scare her. Her head immediately pops up, looking George in the eye. “Oi, nah. I had her first,” the guy behind Y/N says, his grip visually tightening on Y/N as if she’s a toy and George is coming to steal it, but he has to stifle a laugh; the guy’s confident, George’ll give him that.

“Nah, mate,” he starts, the music changing to a more sensual R&B song as he speaks. He sees Y/N blush at his simple words and he gently tugs at her wrist again, not in a demanding kind of way; he’s asking, pleading her to follow him and when she steps away from the guy she was dancing with, she mutters an apology before letting George drag her where he wants to go. 

----

They don’t even say two words to each other once they’re in the bathroom together. George pulls her inside quickly, before pushing her up against the door, attaching his lips immediately to her neck before he gently sucks and bites, subconsciously leaving a small hickey like it's the most natural thing in the world for him to do. She’s missed having him this close so when her fingers rake through his long hair, she gives it a gentle tug before pulling his mouth up to her own, wanting to kiss him with everything she has, needing him even closer. He obliges of course, always happy to give Y/N what she wants.

When George’s lips finally meet hers, he’s kissing her like it’s the last time they’ll ever kiss; it’s messy, desperate, like most of their kisses are, hands gripping wherever they can just to ensure the other isn’t leaving. George is intoxicating to Y/N like she can get drunk from the taste of his whiskey covered lips alone and her head spins when she feels his hands rake up her body, grasping her waist and pushing her harder against the door. A small moan leaving Y/N’s lips is all George needs to force his tongue into her mouth, massaging their tongues together and she tugs at the hair at the nape of his neck again, desperately needing him as close as humanly possible without defiling this public bathroom. The action makes George whimper, loving nothing more than having her fingers tugging at his auburn locks and it gives her a slight power trip. Just a slight one, as she tries to take control of the kiss. 

It doesn’t last long because before she knows it, she’s whimpering under his touch and surrendering everything she has to him as his hands caress her body, grabbing and pulling her to him wherever possible. His hands eventually land on her thighs, and when he grabs them and hoists her up, her legs immediately wrap around his waist. The action alongside the pressure on her crotch makes her moan and she feels George smirk at her noises, obviously feeling proud of being the only person to be able to do this to her. He pivots slightly once he’s holding her, placing Y/N on the counter next to the sink so they’re finally level to kiss comfortably. 

He keeps his spot between her legs, refusing to detach his lips from hers, his hands crawling from her thighs to tightly grasp her hips. If it was any other day, Y/N would’ve said something, telling him to be careful of bruises but right now, after watching him flirt with the girl out in the bar for hours on end, there’s nothing she wants, no needs, more than George marking her in every way he can. 

“Mine,” she moans without thinking, as his lips leave hers, slowly making their way across her jaw and onto her neck once again, licking, biting, sucking. George has always loved her neck and he knows how much she loves having her neck touched. “You’re mine,” she repeats when George doesn’t immediately push her away, and she doesn’t even have time to decide to panic before she hears a groan in her ear.

“Yours,” he whispers, his hot breath causing goosebumps to prickle along her skin. The words don’t even process in her brain before she feels George pull away from her. The lack of contact makes her whine, she never wants to be far away from George ever again but he smiles, presses the most gentle kiss on her lips before looking her directly in her eyes, “I’m yours.” 

Her heart stops, she never thought for a second she’d hear George mutter those words, let alone in a dingey, small bathroom of a bar in Central London, but here it is. “Don’t play with me, Georgie,” she whispers. From her spot on the counter, she can look him directly in the eyes; his cheeks are flushed red, his pupils are blown, lips swollen and red. His hair has gotten messy from her pulling at it but she can’t bring herself to feel bad that she ruined his perfectly styled hair because at this moment, she thinks this is the most beautiful she’s ever seen him, so vulnerable and the look of adoration in his eyes fills her chest with hope. 

“Would I ever play with you, darling?” He asks, his words are sincere and she knows it. It’s soft, reminiscent of all those times he’s looked after her after having sex, when he promises to look after her, always. 

“I’d hope not, I was having fun with…” She trails off, realising she never caught his name before she starts laughing. She feels George’s hands tighten against her thighs, hyperaware of his touch on her skin and she grabs one of his hands. “I didn’t actually know his name. I was pretending he was you.”

She says it so softly she wouldn’t be shocked if he missed it, but he didn’t. He hangs to every word she says, he always does and when he smiles, Y/N feels herself relax. “I was using Bianca to make you jealous,” he admits, laughing to himself. He knew the pair of them were being stupid, that they could have just talked but the fear of rejection clearly got the best of both of them. 

“I’ve liked you for so long, and maybe I shouldn't have put friends with benefits on the table knowing that, but I needed you.” He’s never spoken truer words, his left hand leaving her thigh and gently caressing her cheek. Her makeups smudged from both the sweat from dancing and the desperation from not even five minutes ago, her hairs messy and her lips are swollen just as much as his but he wants to take her home, right this second, and show her in so many ways how much he loves her.

“I like you, too.” 

His eyes prick up at her words and he didn’t realise he wasn’t holding eye contact until now. She takes her own left hand and mirrors George’s action on himself; hoping to convey everything she’s felt for him through nothing but looks. “I had to back away last week, I thought I had to get over you. Angie said some dumb shit and I started to overthink and I’m so-”

He cuts her off with a kiss and it’s so different to their usual ones. It’s soft and gentle like they could stay here for hours doing nothing but kissing and they’d be perfectly content. George pulls her body closer to his, desperate just to have her near when he pulls away, pressing his forward to hers. “Don’t say sorry, please.” 

She opens her mouth again to speak and that’s when he cuts her off again, with another kiss. This happens a few times before Y/N is a giggling mess and George is just kissing her for the sake of having their lips pressed together. “We know now, that’s all I care about.” 

This makes her smile and her heart soar; the boy she’s loved for so long, liking her back once felt like it could only be a dream, and she has to pinch herself multiple times before she finally believes it’s her reality.

They soon realise they’ve been standing in this dirty, bar bathroom for way too long and George helps her down, grabbing her by the hips to stabilise her when her legs slightly give out. He takes her hand in his, softly kissing her knuckles before he opens the bathroom door to sneak out. “My place or yours?” he asks, but he quickly stops, “I’m not expecting to fuck, but like I mean if it happens it happens but- Godric, we can just hang out I’m happy with that unless you want to fuck-”

Y/N’s giggling at his stumbling around on words and she shushes him slightly, his face going bright red when she's the one leaning to press a chaste kiss to his lips. His face is bright red when she speaks, “My place. I live alone.” she winks and runs off after saying this, George hot on her tails and even though there’s music and George’s favourite song is playing, Y/N’s laugh as he chases her out of the bar is his favourite noise. 

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Pairing: Jungwoo x gn!reader

Genre/ trope: fluff, established relationship au

Warnings: long distance relationship

Rating: G

Word Count: 705

Note: this was supposed to be for his birthday but it’s late so sorry about that!!

You had been away for work for a few weeks now, it was absolutely torturous being away from Jungwoo for so long but you both knew it would help towards your goal of buying a house soon. Though you both could easily function on your own, you had the first two years of your relationship, it was odd to be separated for a while when you had been living together in a small apartment for the past year. You knew it was hard on him because now being in two different time zones it was hard to coordinate your nightly chats. He would rant to you or tell you about his day, you would do the same. But now you were asleep by the time it was only midday at home where Jungwoo is. So now here you are sitting at the desk in your hotel room writing him a letter. You had always been the type of couple to randomly leave notes around the house for each other but being out of the country you're missing finding random notes around regardless of what they say.

Signing the letter you finally put it in an envelope and then inside a pack envelope to ensure it was safe. On the outside cover in big red letters you write ‘Highly-Sensitive Information’, you smile to yourself before heading to the nearby post office to send it off, opting to have it sent as soon as possible despite the pricing. Luckily Jungwoo had texted you earlier telling you that he could call you and talk about your day with you. The moment you enter your hotel room your phone starts ringing and you see Jungwoo’s contact appear on your screen. Your chest fills with butterflies when you see it and quickly answer it.

Jungwoo’s face fills your screen and you can see that he most likely hasn’t gotten out of bed yet today just by the way his hair is frizzy and all over the place.

“Hi baby,” he smiles, getting comfy in bed again.

“Hi angel, why are you still in bed? Isn’t it like 3pm there?” you giggle.

“You said you wanted to talk about your day, we normally do that when we’re cuddled in bed. I wanted it to be as realistic as I can for you.” he explains sweetly.

So that’s just what you do, you “cuddle” and tell him about your day. You hardly realize how long you talk until you’re fighting your eyes to stay open. He tells you to go to sleep, you try to fight it for a while but eventually end up falling asleep still on the call with him. You’re still barely asleep when you hear him wish you a good night before hanging up.

You don’t get to hear from him often over the next few days because of your work schedule and his not lining up at all. By the third day of barely talking you get a call at about 2 in the morning. Without even looking at it you answer. Then you hear a sniffly Jungwoo on the other end.

“Baby, babu, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“I love you so much.” he says softly.

“I love you too babe, but why are you crying?”

“Highly-Sensitive Information,” and then it clicks, he got your letter, “I thought something happened to you, then I opened it to the most adorable letter I’ve ever gotten from you. I was so scared at first but then I saw what you wrote and melted. I love you so much baby. Never forget that. The minute you get home we’re getting married.”

“Jungwoo, sweet, I think you’re being a little emotional, we can’t just get married on the fly.”

“Why not? We’ve been together for three, almost four years, I’ve known I want to marry you for years now. Let’s just do it.”

You laugh at his sentimental state, “Okay baby, we can talk about it when I get back home. Pinky promise.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more, but it’s 2:30am, I need to get some more sleep before work later.”

“Okay, my love, sleep well.” he blows a kiss through the speaker, then hangs up.

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