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waitmyturtles · 8 months

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THE MORNING AFTER: ONLY FRIENDS, EPISODE 5 ("CH-CH-CH-CHANGES / TURN AND FACE THE STRANGE") EDITION

Well, well, FUCKING well. Man, I am REELING. THAT. Was a HELL of an episode of a drama. Jojo and his team need to applaud themselves.

Let me set this up by sharing with y’all a tweet that really stuck with me after episode 4, but I think it’s pertinent to episode 5:

Now, yes -- this is a touch of a generalization (many of my queer friends are straight-edge-and-or-early-to-bed-while-living-in-cities folx), but I want to note something important in this tweet.

Before I got started on episode 5 last night, after having seen a lot of the meta and reactions on my dash throughout the day, I shot a note to dear @ranchthoughts that I thought I'd have to get a little #oldmom on this episode. Speaking to chibi's note above: toxicity happens to be a common human trait. Seeing that there was QUITE a bit of surprise for Boston's "outing" of Ray to Sand on my dash actually surprised me.

From my lawyer friends, I learned about the following concept, and I just cracked the fuck up the first time I heard it, because it rang really true once I got my head around it: a lawyer friend once told me that when he started out at a typical major American law firm, his orientation included hearing a presentation from an older managing partner about the idea of the "equal opportunity asshole." Meaning: there's workplace harassment against protected classes, like race-based or sex-based harassment. But: can you get sued if you treat EVERYONE AROUND YOU like shit? And, he didn't mean on a personal level, not on an attacking level. Just on an abrupt, aggressive level. A bossy level. A very direct-toned level.

That kind of interaction -- an interaction with an equal opportunity asshole -- we know those kinds of people, right? These kinds of folks are...titchy. They might jump to conclusions. They're rooted in their worldview ONE HUNDRED PERCENT. They lack empathy. They make you feel unsettled. They are emotionally disconnected from you. They have NO interest in being emotionally connected WITH YOU.

When I dove into episode 5, I really thought I'd be writing about Boston as the equal opportunity asshole, and I think that this theory still holds to a great extent, but -- there's a but, a slight and fascinating-to-me but, that I'll get to in a second.

@ranchthoughts did the thing once more of covering EVERYTHING in her episode 5 ephemerality breakdown, so dear Ranch, I'm just gonna repeat some stuff you said in my own words, if you don't mind. First off, a couple of gushes:

1) That blind dining scene had me swooning. "Life is like a box of chocolates: you never know what you're gonna get," was what I was hearing when I was watching that. These lovely idiots are blind to what's happening in front of them, and what that means to them -- BUT THAT'S OKAY, BECAUSE THEY ARE YOUNG. YOUNG AND INEXPERIENCED. The blind dining metaphor, oh gawd -- using your senses to come to realizations about how you're truly feeling, and how to connect better with WHAT you're feeling? Slamming my hands on the table! BRILLIANT. Mew is SO clueless (OR IS HE?!?!??!).

1.5) And -- remember (all you young folks out there!). Youth is fleeting (cc the Ephemerality Squad). What we're watching of this cohort of "friends" is their building their bases of life experiences NOW, that will TEACH them how they will live more EXPERIENCED lives in their futures. Will their lives be better? Who the fuck knows. But their FUTURE LIVES will be shaped by what they're experiencing NOW.

2) Ranch nailed this already, but Sand is just as bad as Ray in living in the annals of time. (He's also naughty for another reason, which I'll get into in a postscript.) He's got the vintage tees, he wants to rewind to Woodstock, he's a fan of mostly classic Brit rock (....I will not call the Arctic Monkeys classic Brit rock, I will not, thus, "mostly," lol.) Dear friend @neuroticbookworm described this phenomenon of Sand's in the frame of Ray dabbling in a day of poverty tourism, as essentially what his day and night with Sand constituted. But I'd also add that Sand's living in a fantasy world of a couple levels to break the monotony of his everyday life. Those flashes of hope that he'll travel to world to festivals one day -- as he clocks 450 baht (around $12 USD) per bottle, as he sings, as he gets up and gets down -- yes, Ray is his fantasy, his non-existent 25th hour, Ray is the break from monotony that Sand needs as a thing to look forward too. Of course it comes crashing down.

3) But it'll come crashing down anyway, because I will posit the following: Sand's survival fantasies are necessary to keep him going by way of motivation, because Sand is going to be held back by others, and not just Ray. Sand is caught in a trap of filial piety. (OH SHIT! GIMME!) He's paying off his mom's debts.

We don't know how much the debts are. [We're seeing in Dangerous Romance that Sailom is getting his ass beat if he and his brother don't pay the debt collectors on time every month. Shit, the debt collectors are even trying to make Sailom an escort (which then turns into Kanghan buying off Sailom himself, but lemme leave that alone, WRONG SHOW)]. But even Sand's mom admits: Sand is solving a problem of MY OWN CREATION. How good is my son? He's a very good son. Drink up, honey.

Sand thought of Ray: wow, this guy might be into me, and shit, I'm into him. And I could use this right now! I could use this break. And that illusion came crashing down when Sand -- an intelligent dude! -- put two and two together real fast. And Sand, very rightly -- because he is FAST learning independence, in a totally different way than the main OF quartet -- pulls the hell away, and puts away the fantasy of Ray at Alone O'Clock.

3.5) I just want to note, real quick, that we now have TWO of my favorite-ist themes in this show: we have intergenerational trauma by way of Ray, and filial piety by way of Sand. THANK YOU, JOJO AND TEAM! *This* bitch is TRACKIN'.

4) Big ephemerality note here: I just, I SWOONED, GOD, I LOVED IT, WHEN RAY REVEALED HIS MOTHER WAS AN ACTRESS. And that she was bitter about getting pregnant and how that affected her career. Are you kidding me? JOJO. NINEW. ALL OF YOU. BRILLIANT. The ephemerality OF SHOWBIZ ITSELF.

Aren't all these actors risking their damn careers by potentially BLOWING UP THEIR SHIPS for the sake of this show? (I mean, that's actually a little far-fetched, as FirstKhao will be the first GMMTV pair to have an intercontinental fanmeet, BUT STILL.) God, the commentary on the FICKLENESS of showbiz was just CHEF'S KISS.

5) As Ranch noted, this was the episode where CHANNNNNGGGGEEEEE was the big bell ringing. Top needed something different than his sexual monotony -- so he goes after Mew, and shit, homes is bored AF. (@lurkingshan covered this perfectly here.) Mew contemplates changing for Top, the LASIK, the sex, all of it. Top seems to try a different kind of sex with Mew -- soft and romantic sex that ends with "I love you." Nick (oh, my bubby Nick), changes for Boston, becomes ripped, finds buttons and slacks. Boston contemplates whittling his list down. Ray wears secondhand (lol, it's called "vintage," asshole). Sand changes his routine to accommodate Ray.

And yet. I very, very often say in my posts that the process of behavioral change is INCREDIBLY difficult.

The five stages of behavioral change are: pre-contemplation, contemplation (Nick and the podcast), preparation, action (Nick at the gym), and maintenance.

The risk to this process, at any point in time, is: RELAPSE.

Think of how difficult it is to quit smoking. To go on a diet. To start an exercise routine. To stop biting your nails.

What is the thing that marks these processes more than anything else?

It's the RELAPSE into the old behavior, the old habits.

We really saw Boston trying to change...something. Trying to stick out...something with Nick. Trying on something new. Kinda like the way Ray tried on his secondhand shirt.

And then Boston experiences a familiar trigger: a trigger of jealousy when Mew calls him, innocently, to give Boston the heads-up that he's about ready to experience some cherry magic.

And that trigger, like all of our own triggers -- stress, a change of environment, a change of the people around you -- sent Boston back to a place.

Listen, I will, in no way, ever defend Boston's behavior. He was drunk and high AF, and he's generally toxic. Jojo is totally egging this on.

I would absolutely call Boston an equal opportunity asshole. He's only seeing the world from his own worldview, his own desires, his own desire to control whatever he can control around him.

But like I said before: toxicity is FAR more common that we'd like to believe. And toxicity within someone doesn't disappear very easily -- just like any of our habits, be they good or bad habits.

Boston was trying out a new life, for a few minutes (lol), of being a LITTLE LESS EPHEMERAL, a little less aloof -- a little less toxic. And a trigger brought him back to his bad place, and I think what we saw in that damn outburst was a relapse of the highest order.

Ray repeats to Nick what Top and Cheum have already said. This guy, Boston? He's nasty. Stay away. Boston's an asshole. Boston's still being stigmatized, and still living up to his label.

How would I summarize all of this? Throughout this ENTIRE episode, what was screaming within my head, as I said above, was: youth is fleeting. Youth itself is ephemeral. The experiences these young folks are going through at this moment in this show will build their experiences for how they will survive (or not) in their futures.

We may think that Boston, and Ray, and Mew, will not learn from their dumbass behavior, but -- they will. They will have no choice. Because their time being this young, and inexperienced, and idiotic, will flee. They'll graduate, and they will have to learn how to survive in a "real" world that may very well be far more brutal to them than their proximate friendships are to them right now. And man, if they have to experience lives that are MORE brutal than these proximate friendships they have, then good LUCK to them, because, well -- shit. It ain't pretty the way it is right now.

...

P.S. I just thought this whole scene was brilliant. Sand, honey, you're not as innocent as your meow feelings are letting on. I'm holding you accountable for what you're saying to Ray, too.

P.P.S. JENNIE.

(HAPPY SUNDAY, EPHEMERALITY SQUAD! @ranchthoughts @lurkingshan @neuroticbookworm @distant-screaming @slayerkitty @clara-maybe-ontheroad @twig-tea)

(HEY, SQUAD: if you tag me in things, and I forget to reblog, send me a DM! I'm on the last stages of this moving chapter of my life, and I don't wanna miss your meta!)

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cadybear420 · 29 days

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Performance for fluffember🤍

The Voice of an Angel

Fandom: High School Story (Original Trilogy)

Pairings: Aiden Zhou x Evie Ayana (female HSS MC), maybe with a small side of Ajay Bhandari x Cher Lee (female HSS:CA MC)

Characters: Aiden Zhou, Evie Ayana (female HSS MC)

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Additional Tags: Fluff, Singing, Performance, Dancing

Word Count: 2,128

Summary: On Evie’s 18th birthday, Aiden and the jazz band whip up a little surprise for her. Takes place approximately between HSS:CA 2 and HSS:CA 3 (though my memory of the HSS:CA timeline is a little more fuzzy).

A/N: First of all: to the anon who sent the prompt, major apologies for sleeping on it for so long. Coming up with writing ideas is a bitch, but it is something I want to do more often. And there was also that one time when Tumblr turned off editing for answers to asks, which carried over to the draft post for this for a while. Second of all, I’m fucking obsessed with this song from Doctor Who (“My Angel Put the Devil in Me”, from the Series 3 soundtrack) and I think Evie and Aiden would be as well. Third of all, yes this is a belated birthday fic for Evie, but I’m glad to get it out before the end of Evie’s birthday month at least. Also haha both Evie’s birthday this year and in the setting of the fic were on a Friday. Fourth of all, arghrghrargh my first time writing a fic where one character sings to another AND does a choreographed dance to it too. It’s a lot more difficult than I imagined lol.

(Also, the outfit I imagine for the other jazz band kids)

Prompt: Performance

Source for prompts here. Even though it's long past November, I'll still accept prompt suggestions from this list year-round.

Tags: @inlocusmads @aces-and-angels @aria-ashryver @lover-also-fighter-also @jerzwriter @choicesmc @3rdstreetfrank @dutifullynuttywitch @lovealexhunt @lilyoffandoms @peonierose (as this is the complete version of this WIP and this challenge bit), and @choicesficwriterscreations

Friday, March 8, 2019. The day of Evie’s 18th birthday. She’d been planning to host a birthday party at one of her favorite restaurants in the city, starting in the early evening after school. Almost everyone she knew from school was invited.

It was late in the afternoon now. Evie took one last look at herself in her new outfit– a navy blue suit with a purple floral necktie– and grinned, before dashing to the living room. There, her dad was checking his phone.

“Alright, I’m ready to go!” she said.

He turned to her. “Actually… we can’t leave just yet…”

She pouted. “What??? But Daaaad, the party starts at 5 PM and it’s already 4:45!”

“The people doing the decorations are… taking a bit longer than expected.”

“Oh…”

“It’s a bit awkward to go to a party when they’re still putting decorations up, isn’t it?”

“That’s true,” her face softened. “Do the other guests know?”

“...yep! I’ve just told them, in fact.”

“Okay… but how long do we have to wait?”

“Shouldn’t be more than… ten to twenty minutes?”

Evie pouted again.

“It’s not that long…”

“Okay, fiiiiine, I’ll be patient…”

“And I’ll be doctor!”

Evie winced. “Dad, NO…”

…

About twenty minutes passed, and then finally, her dad said it was okay to start driving to the restaurant. After a fifteen minute drive, they arrived, and Evie wasted no time going in.

The room was alive with upbeat music, purple decorative lights and flowers, and many of Evie’s friends. It seemed like just about everyone she’d invited had shown up– her main friend group, her teammates, her friends from the other cliques and Hearst, Cher and her friends from theatre, the seniors from last year who hadn’t gone away for college…

And all of them greeted her with a big “Happy birthday, Evie!!!”, in unison.

Evie inhaled, beaming at her friends. Many of them ran over to hug her, a few others cheered for her.

Then she saw Emma and Cher push their way through the crowd and grab her by her arms.

“Evie! There’s a special surprise for you, right now!” said Cher.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!” said Emma. “Just come with us…”

The crowd parted, making way for Emma and Cher to pull Evie to the opposite side of the room. As they did, the party music slowly faded out and the lights began to dim.

“What the–” Evie started.

“Shhhh. You’ll see soon enough!” Emma replied.

When they made it to the opposite end of the room, a warm spotlight turned on over her, and there she saw it. The jazz band, all set up with their instruments and dressed in matching snazzy black-and-red suits and… devil horns? Yes, devil horns.

And at the front of it all… was none other than her beautiful boyfriend Aiden, all dressed up and holding a microphone.

Evie just about stopped in her tracks as she took in his outfit– a snug, ivory-colored flapper dress that had silver beads sewn into intricate patterns, and hung just barely above his knees. Along with that, he also wore a couple of matching long pearl necklaces, a fluffy white halo accessory over his head, and winged eyeliner.

“Wow…” Evie felt her breath catch. “Aiden, you look–”

Just then, Aiden signaled to the band… and they started to play.

Evie grinned broadly, her eyes immediately lighting up at the familiar upbeat jazzy tune, and watched intently as her boyfriend danced towards her, in steps that were careful and rhythmic, yet lively.

Then the tempo slowed, and he held the microphone to his mouth and began to sing.

“I'm a country girl, I ain't seen a lot… But you came along, and my heart went pop! You took a little streetcar to my heart… And an apple of love fell off my apple cart~”

Evie’s cheeks flustered at his melodious voice. This wasn’t the first time she’d heard him sing– he’s sung to her plenty of times, and they’d practically been doing Evie-Aiden duets since the day they met. But this… this was different. Aiden had never done a solo singing performance for her before, let alone one that involved a bit of dance as well.

“You looked at me, my heart began to pound… You weren't the sort of guy I thought would stick around… Hey, but it don't have to be eternally… My bad, bad Angel put the Devil in me~”

And his singing voice was all the more different this time around too. Even later into their relationship, as Aiden had become more confident about his singing, there was always still a hint of nervousness in his voice when they sang their duets. But this time, he sang loud and clear. Like he was owning the stage.

Aiden performed a small twirl before stopping, his eyes meeting hers as he began slowly walking up to her, making her heart jump a little.

“You lured me in with your cold grey eyes… Your simple smile, your bewitching lies…”

As he sang that verse, he reached out and grabbed onto her bright purple tie, making Evie’s face heat up as he began tugging on it gently and pulling her closer to him.

“One and one and one is three… My bad, bad Angel… the Devil in me~!”

The tempo picked up again. Aiden let go of her tie and took her hand in his as he broke out into energetic dance movements while still singing the lyrics to the song, the skirt of his dress swishing about as he swayed gracefully to the instrumental music.

Evie squeezed his hand and matched his movements, her pulse racing now. All the while, the crowd watched with excitement. When they came face-to-face again, she was giving him an almost drunken smile.

Soon enough, Aiden broke from her hold and turned around, sashaying slightly as he started stepping away from her… before looking over his shoulder, catching her gaze once again.

“My bad, bad Angel~ you put the Devil in me~”

Aiden shook his butt side-to-side to the beat, giving Evie a knowing look that made her cheeks brighten. The music slowed, and he turned around to face her again.

“So, now my dear, I ain't the girl you knew… 'Cause the Angel's got Heaven, but I get you…”

He sauntered back up to her.

“And the tree of life grows tall, you see… My bad, bad Angel… you put the Devil in me~!”

The beat slowed to a more gentle, relaxed tune as Aiden placed his arm over Evie’s shoulder.

“Oh… You put the Devil in me~”

Aiden gestured towards Evie’s arm, and she placed her arms around him, taking hold of his waist as they began to rock together.

“You put the Devil in me…”

Gently and smoothly, Aiden broke out of her hold and took her hand again. Lifting her hand, he twirled himself under her arm, then placed himself backwards against her body– all without missing a beat.

As Aiden continued to sing, Evie wrapped both of her arms around his middle, embracing him from behind. Aiden pressed back against her and placed his free arm over hers, almost as if to hold her arms in place, as they began to sway side-to-side together again. Evie practically melted into him, his body warm against hers.

“You put the Devil in me…”

Then, the song picked up again.

“You put the Devil in… me~!”

He swiftly yet carefully broke from her hold again, and danced in a circle around her as he sang the last few verses of the song. She turned to follow him, their eyes locked onto each other yet again, as he gave her an almost sultry gaze.

“My bad, bad Angel, you put the Devil in me!”

At the final note, the lights slowly faded back on. Aiden stood in front of the now cheering crowd and took a huge bow, grinning proudly.

Once he straightened back up, Evie finally let out a high pitched “EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”, bouncing up and down before leaping onto Aiden, sweeping him up into her arms, and spinning him around. Aiden gasped, dropping his microphone with a loud *thunk*– but then quickly held her face in his hand and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, prompting the crowd to cheer louder.

After a moment, Aiden broke the kiss. “Happy eighteenth birthday, Darling~”

Evie squeezed him tighter. “Aiden, that was…” She took a deep breath, a starstruck look in her eyes. “Your singing is amazing… I mean, I’ve heard you sing before, obviously, but…”

A slight but visible rosy tint grew on his cheeks.

“But I’ve never done a singing performance for you, I know. I figured it was about time I did.”

“And you were fucking amazing. I’ve never heard you sing like that before… like, you were already good, but I didn’t know you were this good…”

“I mean… practice makes perfect, after all…”

“That’s true…”

He planted a small kiss onto her lips, making her whole body warm up.

“And what made you choose that song from Doctor Who for your first performance? I mean, obviously I love the song–”

“That’s just it. I know how much you love the song, and the episodes it came from.” He chuckled softly. “And, I mean… I don’t blame you. It is a fantastic song.”

Evie’s smile grew wider. “God, Aiden… I fucking love you.”

“I love you too, Evie.”

They pulled each other in for one more kiss, holding each other tightly, before she set him down.

“And I love your outfit too… you look absolutely gorgeous, as always~”

Even as Aiden beamed at her so brightly, his cheeks turned as red as the other band members’ devil costumes, prompting Evie to giggle.

“Well… I have been having a lot of fun trying on new outfits…” he said, softly.

At that moment, Ajay and Cher popped up beside them.

“Hey… if Aiden likes singing, dancing, and dressing up in fancy outfits now… you think we could convince him to join the upcoming spring musical?” Ajay said. “His talent would just be unmatched…”

Evie and Aiden turned towards them.

“The next play’s gonna be a musical?” Evie said. “I’ve been wanting to act in a play, but, uh… I don’t think I’m ready for one that involves singing…”

Aiden raised an eyebrow at her. “But we’ve literally been doing duets ever since–”

“That’s different. I can sing alright when it’s more casual, but in a professional musical performance? I’m not that good.”

“You should still consider it!” Cher chirped. “If not an acting role, you can always still be an assistant director or a techie…”

“That sounds much more my speed.”

Cher turned to Aiden. “You should definitely consider trying out for a singing role, though!”

Aiden put his hand on his chin thoughtfully. “It could be fun… I know Evie doesn’t want to sing in a musical, but imagine if we got lead roles together…”

“Oh, perhaps I could be convinced now…” Evie said, before smirking playfully. “But, let’s be real. Put Aiden in the musical, and he’ll probably just upstage all the other singers with how good he is. He’ll make everyone else look like chumps.”

“Hey!” Cher exclaimed, her face scrunching up into a pout. “Are you saying I sing like a chump?”

“What– no, I–” Evie’s face fell.

Cher dropped her pout and grinned again. “Kidding! You probably have a point… I do sing every now and then, but it could use a little more work. Especially since I’m planning to go for an acting role in the musical, of course.”

“Well, if we can’t get Aiden in a singing role for the musical, perhaps he can be a musical director and help coach the actors who are a little more inexperienced?” Ajay suggested.

“Actually… that’s a great idea!” Aiden said, his face lighting up. “I’d love to do that!”

Ajay beamed. “Oh, perfect! We’ll talk to Mr. Olson on Monday.”

“I’ll need some time to think about it… but I’ll let you know if I do decide to accept.”

“Sounds good to me!” Ajay reached his hand out, and he and Aiden shook hands. “Anyways, great job on your performance, Aiden! And happy birthday, Evie!”

“Yeah! Happy birthday, Evie!!!” cheered Cher.

“Aww, thank you both so much!”

Evie gave each of them a warm hug before they walked off. Aiden placed his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek, and she turned back to him.

“Thank you so much, Aiden. For being the best boyfriend ever, and for giving me this awesome birthday.”

“It’s my pleasure~” Aiden hugged her tighter. “But… there’s still more, of course. Ready to enjoy the rest of your birthday party?”

“Oh yes!”

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btsgotjams27 · 2 years

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fool for you ~ jjk | 4

The end-of-the-year carnival causes some jealousy and insecurity.

✨ title: fool for you | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 5.5k | ✨ rating: pg-15 ✨ genre/au: angst | college!au, fake dating!au, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: language, jealously, kissing, reader and Jungkook are insecure, miscommunication on both ends ✨ a/n: uh, surprise? i finished early lol and wanted to drop this update. i apologize in advance for the angst. i'm sad because we're coming to the end of this series soon! :( the next part will be the last installment of fool for you. if y'all want little drabbles with this cute couple, just drop it in my inbox :) 💜 Any feedback, reblogs, asks are appreciated.

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After a few days, your ideal day with Jungkook lingered in your mind. You even found yourself reaching for his hoodie rather than your own. Really, it's pathetic. But you reminded yourself that you needed to wash it and return it to him. You'd never let it go otherwise.

Then your thoughts turned to what a date with Jungkook would be like. Will he take you somewhere special? Or will it be a low-key hang-out date? Did he enjoy cuddling? Did he prefer being the big or little spoon?

You wouldn't know either way, would you? He's not going to ask you out on a date, and you're only fooling yourself. It's time to let go of your pipe dream. Just because you had a pleasant day together and kissed once does not imply that he has fallen in love with you.

Friends…just friends. That was your part of the deal. But a part of you was beginning to regret not asking for more, even though, to be honest, you don't think you could handle anything more than friendship. You couldn't even get close to him without wanting to jump into his lap and kiss his pretty face.

You sighed into your pillow, cursing yourself for agreeing to his terms in the first place. The room was getting stuffy with thoughts of Jeon Jungkook. How could you rid yourself of him?

Yoga.

Yes, yoga and meditation. You hadn't been to a student-led class on campus in a while, but you figured it was the answer to your prayers - cleansing your mind of Jeon Jungkook.

Su-Jin spoke softly as she walked around the classroom, giving instructions. "Now, do a standing forward bend, remembering to exhale as you fold your legs over."

You did as she instructed, closing your eyes and exhaling on your way down.

"Walk your hands forward slowly into the downward-facing dog." Su-Jin moved on to the other students in your vicinity. "Very good. Return your legs to the plank position."

As you held the position, blood began to rush to your face. Jungkook's face flashed before your eyes as you opened, his voice unmistakable in your mind.

"Ah–so this is what it looks like when you're on top of me."

You yelped as you lost your plank position. When the class turned to face you, you mumbled an apology before returning to the plank position.

Your outburst caught Su-Jin off guard, but she kept going like a pro. "Everyone, we'll finish up with some stretches. Please assume the cat-cow stance. For cow pose, inhale and tilt your pelvis, then exhale and tuck your tailbone for cat pose."

Inhale.

Exhale.

"You should wear yoga pants more often. Your ass looks great in it." Jungkook spoke up again, but this time from behind.

"Oh, shut up!" You sat up abruptly, audibly gasping at the words that escaped your mouth. You attempted to regain your dignity by turning to Su-Jin. "I'm–not you! Su-Jin, please continue. I'll, um–just leave. I'm so sorry!"

After gathering your belongings, you dashed out the door, slamming it behind you, mortified by your actions in yoga class. You'd never be able to show your face there again. So much for getting Jungkook out of your head. You couldn't stop thinking about him.

Well, let's try a cold shower. That should do it, right?

You walked past the library's side, then sharply turned around to hide behind a hedge of rose bushes on your way back to the dorm. You peered out to see Jungkook and Jieun. You scowled at how easily she ran her hands through his hair as if they were still together, and you detested Jungkook for allowing her to do so. Did he forget about his fake relationship with you?

Wait, why are you the one hiding? You thought. It should be Jungkook in the hot seat, not you. So you straighten your back, sling your bag over your shoulder, and decide to walk past them confidently. He should be the one who is embarrassed about being caught with his ex-girlfriend.

So you plugged in both earbuds, turned on your current favorite - Paramore - and started walking in the general direction of the two. You'll show them.

You tried not to glare, keeping your eyes forward as you walked alongside them, pretending not to notice or make a fuss. Jungkook could be seen peering at you and quickly swatting Jieun's hands away from him from your peripheral vision. Jungkook came into full view of you, and you chuckled slightly, tucking your lips in to hold your smile. He noticed you had your earbuds in while not responding to his question, so he motioned for you to remove them.

"What?" You said coldly, taking one earbud out, crossing your arms, and waiting for him to say his bit.

His smile disappeared when he heard your tone. "Where did you come from?"

"Yoga," you pointed to your clothes, "obviously."

"I didn't know you did yoga."

"I don't," you tried to take a step away, but he stopped you.

"Oh–where are you going now?"

You proceeded to walk past him anyway, and he followed alongside. "Dorm."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just wanna go back to shower and change," you replied curtly, avoiding Jungkook's gaze.

"I'll walk with you."

“It’s fine, Jungkook. It looks like you were busy anyway," you said, turning and pointing your chin to Jieun. You didn't give Jungkook the chance to explain because he didn't need to, and why should it have mattered to you if he was talking to his ex-girlfriend? He could technically do whatever he wanted. He had no commitment to you other than friendship.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, upset at your attitude toward him.

Jieun stood next to him. "Is there already trouble in paradise? Kook, come on. She's not worth your time, believe me,” he said dismissively, turning to face him and pulling his chin towards her, forcing him to focus on her. "Can we talk about us? Please."

He drew her wrist away from his face with his grip. "You think I wanna get back with you? After what you and Jimin did to me?" Jungkook scoffed. "Why don't you crawl back to him unless he also doesn't want you?" He could tell by the teary look in her eyes that his words had cut her deeply, but he was done with Jieun. He walked away from her, not thinking about remorse. What was done was done, and there was no turning back the clock.

Every year, the end-of-year carnival is held to raise funds for the school, and this year, you stupidly agreed to make cotton candy. You thought it would be simple, but it was much more difficult than it appeared. No matter how many YouTube tutorials you watched, you couldn't get the hang of it.

"Can you remind me again why I agreed to this?" Because of the sugar you worked with to make cotton candy, your skin became sticky and sweet.

"Because you owe me."

You glared at your best friend. "Owe you for what, exactly?"

"Setting you up with Jeon Jungkook."

She didn't set you up with him, technically. She nudged you, forcing you to act on your crush. But after your movie night, study date, and an afternoon at the beach, you tried hard not to fall for him so easily. You had to remind yourself why you were hanging out with him in the first place - it was all for show and wasn't real.

"You'll thank me later when he realizes he's deeply and madly in love with you," Lyla said as she clasped her hands together, batting her eyelashes at you and making kissy faces.

"Shut up, Ly. He's not in love with me, and it's fake, remember?"

"Mmhm–anyway! I'm off to find Namjoon!" She showed off a cheesy smile, skipping away.

"Are you not going to help me?" you yelled after she was already out of sight. You sighed as you gazed at the purple cotton candy swirling inside the silver basin. "I'm sure they'll just find a place to make out. Typical."

Fortunately, Lyla sent a replacement, Jen, one of your classmates. She was very courteous and helpful, and luckily for you, she worked at the pier and had some experience making cotton candy.

You two were laughing and discussing school and summer plans. But your conversation was cut short when you felt two hands snaking around your waist. You turned around to see Jungkook kissing the nape of your neck. Then his chin nuzzled up against your shoulder.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" He uttered in a low, husky voice, tickling the shell of your ear.

You reacted by squirming away from his touch. "'S fine." You didn't want to, but you knew you had to.

Jen tried her hardest to keep her squealing to a minimum, but she failed miserably. "I'm going to...um...look at nothing," she said, backing away from you and Jungkook. "My name is Jen, and you're very pretty up close..." she trailed off as she walked away.

Jungkook smirked at your friend Jen before returning his gaze to you. "Can I kiss you?"

Your eyes widened. "What?" Jungkook turned your cheek to face him, softly pressing his lips against yours, but you quickly pulled away. "Jungkook!"

"Your ex-boyfriend was looking," he laughed as you jokingly hit his chest. "No, but seriously, Jieun was looking at us." You looked where he pointed your chin. Oh, he was correct. Jieun was definitely staring at you two. "Told you."

Clearing your throat, you focused on making more cotton candy cones. "Need anything else?"

Jungkook grinned. "Nope–see you later."

You took a deep breath and ran your hand through your hair once he was out of sight. Fucking Jeon Jungkook. He was driving you insane. The little voice inside your head practically screamed, "Don't fall in love with him. Don't do it. You'll only get hurt in the end."

Jen nudged your shoulder as she walked back towards the booth. "You and Jungkook? I need details!" She squealed, violently shaking your body from side to side.

Oh god–this lie was going to get bigger and bigger, wasn't it? You'd need to note what you were telling people at this point.

It wasn't long before you were interrupted again, but this time by Lee Jieun. She glared at Jen, telling her to run along. Your heart was racing, your hands shaking as you tried to retrieve the frothy purple confection, wondering what she could possibly want from you.

Jieun crossed her arms and raked you from head to toe, curious about what Jungkook saw in you. "I'll keep letting you have your fun with Jungkook, but just know that we're going to get back together," she warned.

You sneered at her remark, making her frown. "It's cute you believe Jungkook would want to get back with you. Keep living in your little fantasy world Jieun. Now, if you have nothing else to say to me. I have things to do."

Jieun huffed audibly, then licked her lips, smiling at your bravery. "We'll see who he picks," she said as she walked away.

You exhaled deeply when she was out of sight, slumping over the purple cotton candy circling the silver basin. And you were starting to feel sick at one point - maybe this was getting too much for you, maybe it was just time to call it quits.

Jungkook foolishly agreed to volunteer for the Kissing Booth while still with Jieun. Jieun claimed that he and Taehyung would raise the most money because they were the most attractive men on campus. Jungkook couldn't believe his then-girlfriend would take advantage of him for charity. However, Jungkook agreed, and he was not one to break promises.

"So—you and Lyla's roommate?" Taehyung smirked and wiggled his brows as he tacked heart-shaped foam shapes to the booth.

Jungkook knew Taehyung would eventually ask about you. He was always in everyone's business. "Yeah–what about it?" He inquired, his gaze fixed on his friend as he scattered lip-shaped confetti on the counter. Jungkook frowned at Jieun and her friends' tacky decorations.

"Did that happen before or after Jieun?" Taehyung asked, tacking on red lips to the side of the booth.

"After," Jungkook said, shaking his head in surprise at his friend. Unlike his ex, Jungkook regards himself as a loyal, dedicated, and faithful boyfriend.

"'Kay–bro. Just wondering. So, what's she like in bed?" He paused his work and leaned over, expecting his friend to respond with some juicy details.

Jungkook shrugged and continued his task of spreading confetti, staring blankly. "I wouldn't know."

Taehyung choked on nothing. "I'm sorry–what? You haven't fucked her yet?"

Jungkook ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "Not everything has to be about sex."

"Bet she's a freak in bed, and it's always the quiet ones."

Jungkook glared at him, giving him a 'really' look.

He laughed. "Wow–she's holding out on you! And you're letting her. You must really like her."

"She's…cool–different."

Though your booth was far from his, Jungkook caught glimpses of you here and there, trying your hardest to make cotton candy, realizing that the food industry was not your forte. He thought you were endearing and wholesome, the polar opposite of Jieun.

"Different?" Taehyung stuck his tongue out in disgust. "Who are you, and what have you done with Jeon Jungkook?"

"Shut your mouth–and put this sign up."

Looking at your phone, you realized it had only been three hours, and you still had two hours to man the booth. Jen did a lot of the work while you handled the payments and packaged the cotton candy. You promised you would not agree to this booth the following year. You'd have to shower at least five times to get the sugar out of every crack and crevice.

Finally, there was a small break from customers. Jen asked if you could get some water from a booth a few booths over.

A voice called out from behind you as you stood in line, scrolling on your phone. "I had no idea your boyfriend was at the kissing booth," Yoongi informed you.

You looked past Yoongi, your eyebrows knitted in confusion, to see what he was talking about. Your fake boyfriend stood under the sign "Kissing Booth" with a slew of girls in his line. Jungkook didn't tell you what he was in charge of at the carnival. Now you had to fight off all these girls interested in your fake boyfriend.

"He's just doing his job, you know. It's for a good cause, after all." You gritted your teeth, trying to play off the cool fake girlfriend. You had noticed the line of girls from your booth, but you had no idea why. It's no surprise there was a fucking line. What woman wouldn't want to kiss him?

"Oh, my god. I can't believe she's letting Jungkook kiss all those girls. I would never–"

You overheard two girls behind you bickering and gossiping about you. Stupid girls. You were tired of them passing judgment. You took a bill from your back pocket while waiting in Jungkook's kissing booth line, plowing through them and Yoongi. His was the longest line. Of course, it fucking was. What else would you expect from the junior class's most popular guy?

It was finally your turn. The girl in front of you was taking her time kissing him. He even dared to smile and wink at her before she left. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in frustration. You slammed the bill on the counter after the girl left.

When Jungkook saw you, he had a sly expression on his face. "Hi, baby–I was wondering when I'd see you. Come to show all these girls who's the real winner of my heart?" He leaned forward, trying to kiss you.

You gave him a thin smile and reached for his lips between your thumb and index finger. "I'll give you a hundred dollars if you don't kiss the next hundred girls in line." You could hear a few groans behind you, but you didn't care if you ruined the girls' chances.

"You know, if you want, you can kiss me to make him jealous." Taehyung made a joke.

"Stay out of it, Taehyung," you yelled. "This is strictly between Jungkook and me."

He threw his hands up in defeat. He was not going to mess with you. "Your loss," Taehyung grinned, motioning for the next guest to step up.

Jungkook was led off to the side behind a ticket stand, away from the crowd. "How are people supposed to believe we're dating when you're kissing all these girls?"

"Why are you getting so worked up? It's just a kiss." Plus, he agreed to the kissing booth before your fake dating arrangement.

You huffed. Just kissing? Some of these girls were making out with him, and he allowed it. Who knows what they'd do if no one were around? Jungkook was clearly enjoying himself and making you look foolish.

"What are you? A fucking genie or something? Making girls' wishes come true?"

"And if I am? Aren't I making your wishes come true?"

You scoffed at his comment. What the hell has gotten into him? Did you two not spend a nice day together? Or maybe he was just showing his true colors. He was taking advantage of your deal; you weren't a stupid girl who would fall for his ruse.

"Just say the word if you want me to kiss you," Jungkook mocked, tilting his head.

Your cheeks began to flush at his words, almost taunting you. "Shut up before I fake break up with you."

Jungkook gasped dramatically, narrowing his eyes. "You wouldn't!"

You stepped closer to him, heart racing at a million beats per minute. "Would too."

"Do it then."

You forgot how much of a persistent ass he could be. "Do whatever you want, Jungkook. Guess it doesn't really matter anyway since it's all fake. See you later."

You were so preoccupied with Jungkook that you forgot to buy water for you and Jen. Before sprinting back to her, you quickly purchased two bottles of water. "I am so sorry! I got distracted," you said remorsefully, handing her the bottle. "I'll do all the cleanup! Just let me know what I need to do."

Another hour had passed, and the carnival was drawing to a close. You were still annoyed by your conversation with Jungkook and all of his stupid kisses. You couldn't believe he'd have the audacity to do something like that. So, what was the point of your whole thing? You were supposed to drive away girls, not bring more for him to kiss in front of you. You couldn't imagine what the other girls on campus were thinking about you now, how you let your (fake) boyfriend go around kissing other girls. You felt like a fucking idiot.

You made a loud entrance into your room when you unintentionally slammed the door shut. It's no surprise that people like that were made for each other, with Jieun's words gnawing at your insides and Jungkook's actions. They were absolutely vile, with no regard for other people's feelings, weren't they?

But that's where you berated yourself even more while walking across campus - is that you had feelings for Jeon Jungkook. No matter how much you pushed those feelings aside, they returned to haunt you.

Lyla was taken aback by your sudden entrance but addressed you immediately. "You really bought 100 kisses?"

"I bought them, but it doesn't mean I'm gonna use them," you stated, going to your closet and rummaging for something.

"You have it so bad for him," she continued to tease you while brushing through her damp hair.

You groaned, turning to face her. "Ly! Can you just stop it? PLEASE. I'm begging you." You were tired of hearing Lyla teasing you about Jungkook. Saying all these things that you knew were not true, about him falling in love with you and wanting to be with you. Because, clearly, he wasn't.

Her eyes softened, feeling guilty about how she's been pushing the Jungkook agenda on you. But it was only because you deserved to have your heart's desires. "Come on, babe, what's wrong?"

You didn't care to answer your best friend. Your only wish was to crawl underneath your duvet and go off into dreamland without wanting to wake up to face reality.

And that's what you did. You crawled underneath the white duvet, pulling it up to your chin, facing the wall, and avoiding Lyla.

On the other hand, Lyla could detect your insecurity from a mile away. She sighed and sat on the edge of your bed behind you. Lyla remained silent. She drew you close to her, allowing you to process your emotions. She knew how much you loved to belittle yourself in your big old brain.

"You know, I was scared when Namjoon and I decided to start dating. "I didn't think I was good enough for him because his IQ is practically as high as Einstein's, and mine is...you know...not even close," she chuckled. "However, Namjoon never made me feel smaller or less intelligent than him.

"Why are you telling me all of this?" you asked, your lips quivering as you fought back tears.

"Because...what I see in you aligns with what Jungkook sees in you. That's why I keep pestering you to see him. Babe, the only person holding you back is yourself."

Ugh. You hated when Lyla was right. It was easy to make assumptions about why Jungkook did what he did today. But you'll never know how he truly feels unless you ask him.

Jungkook lay in bed after the carnival, one hand behind his head, the other across his chest, staring at the ceiling, processing the last few weeks with you. At times, he found you rather endearing and very sexy when upset. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help it.

Did he do the kissing booth just to annoy you? Maybe. Did he want to see how you'd react and what you'd do? Yes. He was wondering if you would fight for him or give up.

You weren't the only one who felt insecure; Jungkook did as well. He's never had such a close relationship with anyone before. You were the first to be intimate in terms of emotions and feelings. Sex? It was simple. Feelings? It was something new to him. He had no idea how to deal with it all. Is this how it feels to fall in love? Waking up, thinking about them, wondering what they're doing, what they're going to wear - he noticed you often reached for a pair of floral-shaped studs. Maybe it was a gift. Regardless, you consumed all of his thoughts. He loved that you were uninterested in his alleged status, accomplishments, or achievements on campus. It was as though you liked him, for him.

Namjoon opened the door, greeting Jungkook before flopping on his bed, interrupting his thoughts of you.

"Where did you go?"

"Just came back from Lyla's."

Jungkook assumed Namjoon had seen you. He considered asking but decided against it. He's thinking about you yet again.

"You good? Heard about the kissing booth," Namjoon peered over at Jungkook with a grin.

"Yeah, 'm fine," Jungkook mumbled, not wanting to explain how he was feeling.

"Ya know, if you want to get a girl's attention, it's best not to go around kissing other girls," Namjoon joked to his friend. "Jungkookie, I know this whole thing with her is a ruse, but it's obvious you have feelings for her. You wouldn't be acting out otherwise. Just be upfront about your feelings and see if it can turn into something real."

Jungkook was terrified of you and him becoming a real couple. What if he messed everything up? What if you didn't like him at all? What if you simply liked the idea of him? He didn't have much to offer besides his good looks, or so he thought. But offering his heart? Is he all of himself? That was even scarier. What if it was all for nothing after confessing his feelings to you?

You decided the next day to buckle up, act like an adult, and have an adult conversation. Did you want to? No, but it was necessary. Otherwise, you'd be sitting in your room, thinking about what might happen between you and Jungkook.

The beauty of living in southern California was the consistent warm days, but this May spring day was quite the opposite - a bit gloomy and overcast. You grabbed a sweater to pull over your slip dress, figuring you should look cute if you wanted to make an impression on Jeon Jungkook.

You gave yourself a pep talk as you walked to Jungkook's dorm building, going over what you wanted to say. You wanted to be clear and concise so that you wouldn't stumble over your words when you stood before him. Because who knows what you'd say if you looked him in those doe eyes.

What you saw when you turned the corner towards Jungkook's room was unexpected. Your heart dropped to the floor, making you want to scream into the void, and it confirmed everything you were afraid of.

Jungkook and Jieun.

Jungkook kissing Jieun.

Jungkook passionately kissing Jieun.

You could clearly see his tongue snake its way down her throat. Her hands were tightly wrapped around his waist, his hands cupping her cheeks as he did yours when you first kissed. You cowered out of sight behind a tall bookshelf and leaned against a wall. Your stomach churning and twisting in ways you didn't realize it could, and a severe ache in your heart would have made ripping it out preferable to having it aching inside your chest cavity.

It would have been simple to walk away, remain upset and angry, and never speak to Jungkook again. But he deserved a piece of your mind. He needed to hear what you had to say. He couldn't get away with hurting you. You didn't even want to think about it, but you couldn't believe that he had proved you right. He was just like every other guy.

You peered again to see if they were still sucking their faces, and you quickly darted back when you saw Jieun approaching you with a smile on her pretty little face. You clenched your jaw, not wanting her to win, so you huffed, mustering all your courage, and "accidentally" bumped into her shoulder as you walked past her.

Jieun scoffed, turning back. "Just to let you know…I won," she smirked, walking backward as she watched you stroll toward Jungkook's room.

You didn't care to comment. Instead, you were busy making excuses in your head. Perhaps she was dying and required CPR. But, come on, who were you kidding? That was not one of them.

Standing in front of Jungkook's dorm room reminded you of the first time you knocked on his door to tell him you didn't want any more of his gifts. You came to say something completely different to him this time.

Since the day you approached Jungkook on campus and asked him to hold your hand. Your life has been absorbed with everything, Jeon Jungkook. He was all-consuming, like a fire enveloping everything in its path.

You quietly knocked on his door, unaware of how this conversation would turn out. To be honest, there was only one outcome, wasn't there?

Jungkook opened the door, not expecting to find you but was happy to see you because he wanted to come to talk to you too. The crinkles in the corner of his eyes were bright as he greeted you with a soft smile. "I was just about to come to see you. Glad you're here." He motioned for you to come in, but you weren't going any further into his room for fear of never wanting to leave.

Maybe he was coming to tell you about him and Jieun, that your fake relationship was over, and that he finally realized that he wanted to be with a pretty little liar instead of you.

He sat on the edge of his bed until he looked over, and you didn't follow, so he stood up, walking back towards you. "What's going on?"

"Since school is almost over, we should end our deal."

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. "What? Why?"

"I saw you with Jieun just a few moments ago."

"Oh, you saw that?" His expression had completely changed to a guilty one. He hoped you didn't see that.

"So, it's fine, Jungkook. You obviously don't need me anymore because you're getting back together with her. And like a friend, I'm not gonna judge you for getting back with someone who cheated on you. You're an adult and can make your own decisions."

He was quiet at your assumption about him and Jieun. "It's not what you think it is."

You scoffed at his foolish attempt to convince you otherwise. Did he think you were blind or something? "So, you weren't sticking your tongue down her throat?" You asked with such a crude tone. "God, you must think I'm stupid, huh? You think you can just use me and toss me aside?"

"That's what our deal was. You agreed to it," he said, gritting through his teeth. Jungkook had other things to say, but he was too upset to spit them out. The moment was ruined within a split second.

It was like he took out your heart and stomped all over it. You knew getting involved with Jeon Jungkook would only result in heartache, and you had no one to blame but yourself.

"I thought you were different, Jungkook. I saw a glimmer of hope when we hung out at the beach, but apparently, I was wrong. You're like every other guy who wants to get their dick wet." Maybe you could've left out that last part, but you couldn't help it. You wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt you.

Jungkook licked his lips, nodding his head at your implication of his actions. "I thought you were different too. I thought you would've given me the benefit of the doubt and a chance to explain myself, but clearly, you've already made up your mind."

You wanted nothing more than to give him the benefit of the doubt, but how could you when his actions were saying otherwise? "What is there to explain Jungkook? Please help me understand. I've seen you kiss every girl on campus except for me this weekend. Making me look like a fucking idiot."

His gaze softened, his gaze shifting to yours. "You were the only person I wanted to kiss." Jungkook craved your lips after the carnival, only yours, but you were adamant about your no-kissing rule. He never wanted to cross that line with you because he was afraid you would reject him if he did.

"You don't mean that." He was trying to get in your head again, wasn't he? Trying to confuse you makes you go back on everything you just said.

"I do..." he trailed off, moving closer to you. His familiar scent began to permeate every cell in your body. He was so close that you could feel the warmth of his body radiating onto yours. His fingers tucked a strand of hair away from your face, his dark brown eyes darting to your lips, trying to recall how they tasted.

The world seemed to slow down at this point, waiting for the two of you to decide what to do next. The silence in the room was so deafening that you could almost hear his heartbeat. When he gently stroked your cheek with his thumb, your body warmed. You closed your eyes and leaned into his big warm hand, wanting to be this way forever. When your eyes opened, you found your hands gripping his shirt tightly, wanting to close the gap even further.

"I might kiss you," he whispered.

"I might just let you."

✨ next ~ part five

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts fic #bts fanfic #fic: fool for you #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #bts #jungkook #jeon jungkook #college au #fake dating

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This has taken over my life---

@haiseiscute333

“Welcome to the Oscars, live from the red carpet from the Dolby Theater in Los Angeles! I'm your host, Kayla Knowles, and for the next hour, we're going to be talking to the many nominees and presenters of this show-...”

“-....As we prepare to welcome our first guest, remember to breathe it all in, because tonight, we are part of something truly special. Tonight, we gather to celebrate the magic of the silver screen and the small screen, where dreams come true and where Hollywood truly shines.

So, without further ado, let the Oscars begin!”

…

“- Let’s just take you down the red carpet. As you can see, we have America’s all-time male sweetheart, Percy Jackson, in his black tux, looking good. You can see people yelling, trying to make eye contact with him. With him is America's sweetheart, Annabeth Chase, looking absolutely beautiful in her sparkling silver Gucci gown!”

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Comment section from the live video:

Perc4beth4evr: OMG! My parents are finally here! They look so gorgeous together! The perfect golden couple! ❤️❤️❤️ THEDaughter: Took them long enough to come out as a couple! We all knew he was dating her for two years now. ImOfficial: ❤️❤️❤️ BitterDingy: ❤️❤️❤️ HonesToxic: You're all delulus. They don't even look in love. I'm pretty sure he was with someone else. Perc4beth4vr: YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

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…

“Thank you, Alabaster. Hope you have a wonderful time inside as well-! Ah! Over there! It's the industry's charming darling, Nico di Angelo! Oh, he certainly lives up to his name - he looks so dashing and adorable in his white designer tuxedo!”

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Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: IM JUST A BABY— 😍😍😍 NicosAngel: NICOOOOOO! BABY BOY ASDFGHJKL Cat-astrophe: I HAVE LEGAL ADOPTION PAPERS PLS COME HOME WIV ME NOW Shituation: Everyday, I wake up just to see his gorgeous face 😫

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“Wait. Is that… Did Nico di Angelo bring a partner with him this year?”

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Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: HOLD UP. WAITWAITWAIT OUR MEOW MEOW BRING A WHAT NOW??? NicoApologist: Our baby grew up so fast 😭 NicosAngel: NOOOOOOOO!!! WHO DARES CORRUPT MY ANGEL?!?!

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“Oh my! Nico di Angelo did bring a partner to this year's event, and-! No. Nonononono. This can't be real. Who has the right to look THAT gorgeous? The press is going crazy over them, look at all those flashing lights! They're clearly wearing matching tuxedos as well! Is this Nico's mystery partner?”

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Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: HOLY JESUS CHRIST ON A MOTORBIKE! I MUST HAVE ASCENDED TO HEAVEN! IM SEEING AN ANGEL AND A GOD AT THE SAME TIME— Perc4beth4vr: Doesn't that guy look like Percy? Sorrynotsorry: Not everything's about Jackson. Clearly that guy looks way better. NicosAngel: I apologize for what I said. Please corrupt my angel, Mr. Greek God. For you, I'll make an exception. MY ANGEL IS SMILING SO MUCH RIGHT NOW I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM THIS HAPPY 😭😭😭 THEY LOOK LIKE THE PERFECT COUPLE, I DEMAND WEDDING INVITATIONS ASAP 🤧🤧🤧 excuseyou: Did Percy stop at the end of the carpet or was it just me who noticed? troll.on.a.roll: Kayla is us right now. She's fangirling over Nico just as hard as everyone else lol

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Kayla: Nico! Wow, you look drop-dead gorgeous! How are you feeling this evening? (hugs him)

Nico: Kayla! You look stunning as well. (hugs her back) I'm doing great! The best, actually.

Kayla: Oh, is it because of your mystery partner? (smiling playfully before turning towards the other male) Are we going to know his name tonight, or are the netizens going to have to do their thorough investigations?

Nico: (laughs) As fun as that is… Let me introduce to everyone, Aeon Oceanus. My fiance. (lifts one of his hands to show off a silver diamond-studded ring)

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Comment section from the live video: … … … … NDAPS: Did he say fiance? narrowcrepe: !!! NicosAngel: YUUUUUUS! I CALLED IT! I DEMAND AN INVITATION! FRONT ROW! ILL EVEN BE THE CARPET YOU WALK DOWN ON JUST SO I CAN SEE YOU GET MARRIED- excuseyou: Percy looks constipated hmm… Sorrynotsorry: NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT THAT TALENTLESS NEWBIE 🙄 Dundundun: But for real! I sense drama. Like, this guy really looks a lot like Jackson. I won't be surprised if they're related.

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Kayla: M-Marriage? Wow! That's amazing! No wonder you're glowing tonight. It must be love.

Nico: Ah, well, it's also my first time bringing a partner to an awarding ceremony. It feels amazing, knowing that from today onwards, I have no need to hide my relationship with my partner.

—- Comment section from the live video: excuseyou: Definitely constipated. Sorrynotsorry: Someone kick this Percy-stan out. —-

Kayla: And how about you… Mr. Oceanus?

Aeon: Aeon’s fine.

Kayla: How are you feeling tonight?

Aeon: I feel like I’m on cloud nine (smiles warmly). Having the love of my life acknowledge our relationship publicly, and having the public know that I am his as much as he’s mine… (pulls Nico close to press a kiss to his forehead) Perfect. Everything’s perfect.

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Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: HE SAID THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE OMG!!! EAT THAT PERCABETH SHIPPERS, YOU CAN HAVE YOUR GOLDEN COUPLE, WE HAVE OUR PLATINUM COUPLE! NicosAngel: 😭🥳😭🥳😭🥳😭 Perc4beth4evr: !!! Shituation: The way Nico closed his eyes, and his lips curling to the softest of smiles when Aeon pulled him close and kissed his forehead--- Dear God, I have a new reason to wake up everyday

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Kayla: That’s wonderful! All right, I won’t keep you guys any longer. I hope you enjoy the rest of the evening. And Nico, all the best for the awarding!

Kayla: (whispers, but microphone catches it) And all the best for your wedding.

Nico: (laughs) Thanks, Kayla. (walks into the event with Aeon, hand-in-hand)

#aeon (pjo)#nico di angelo #pjo #nion #percy jackson #still dunno what to tag this as

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pudding-parade · 4 months

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Simblr Gratitude Day! Another one of my favorite blogs on Simblr. I enjoy your blog so much. Thanks to you I found a lot of worlds I didn't know were out there. Your screenshots are inspiring and stunning. Your builds are amazing and I absolutely love the aesthetic. Keep up the good work and take care! 🙏🏼😊

This was such a sweet message, thank you very much! <3 I also saw that you sent lots of sweet messages to other folks on my dash, so you are super-sweet! <3 <3

And with that said…. *sigh* I kind of missed out on Simblr Gratitude Day. I had planned to do something a bit more elaborate, but the decision to escape my cage and go to the zoo for the day yesterday for my mental health (and yes, it helped) kind of messed that up because I'm just completely worn out today. LOL So, I'm left with offering a generic thank you to everyone, including, but not limited to:

All of my mutuals, who are so fun to talk to if they're the type to yak. (And it's OK if you aren't, too; I totally get it.)

All of the folks out there who make CC and mods and worlds and everything, whether you do it a lot or a little, whether you make stuff that I've downloaded or not, you're all awesome. Without y'all, I don't think Sims 3 would have much of a community anymore, given that it's the least-popular game out of the franchise. (Well, OK, maybe that's the original The Sims, now, but you know what I mean. LOL ) People's creations keep the red-haired stepchild of the franchise alive.

All of the storytellers whose posts I so enjoy, whether you're one that I follow who gets lots of notes on every post or just a few. Even if I don't always say anything and/or when I'm forced to take a hiatus and I fall behind on everything such that I don't know that I'll ever catch up, I love you all, and I appreciate the effort you go to to create and share your stories. Truly, y'all give me reason to keep checking Ye Olde Hellsite, just because I want to see what happens. And, of late, that means that you all give me a reason to get my ass out of bed/off the couch, and give me something to focus on instead of gnawing claustrophobic anxiety. I can't thank you enough for that.

All of you lovely folks who've decided to follow me and/or who've left a like on or reblogged any of my posts. We all say we "do this for ourselves," and that should ideally be true, but we all also know that validation and appreciation is a wonderful feeling. So thank you to all of you who've made me feel valid. I appreciate it.

Really, we have a great little community. Here's hoping we keep being awesome and excellent to each other. <3

#replies #simblr gratitude day

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batsarebetterthanpeople · 8 months

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im so sorry to send you this but im confused. i thought izzy hands was obviously homophobic while i was watching the show but now people on the internet are telling me that calling him gay and homophobic is a conspiracy theory. i want to trust my instincts on this as a queer myself but they say it so much i think im starting to believe it. i know literally none of this matters but its genuinely bumming me out. maybe we all just have slightly different definitions of homophobia?

I would love to answer this for you. Your instincts are correct. Izzy is gay and homophobic. You should trust your gut on this because it's important for you be able to identify guys like Izzy irl if you're someone who might be on the receiving end of homophobia.

What happened is that back in June of 2022 everyone fully agreed that Izzy was one of those repressed gay men who's internalized homophobia rotted his soul and became externalized. We wanted to put him in a jar. We all interested in how this weird little freak got this way. Then everything changed when the canyon formed. Since then it has been a mad dash to beat the allegations. Unfortunately an actor has validated them in a way that makes me really wonder about him frankly, because he seems to be operating under the impression that people are saying that Izzy is a "homo sex is sin" Style homophobe when nobody was saying that, what we were saying is that Izzy is incredibly weird about and hateful towards feminine men and he believes that Stede is corrupting Ed with his foppishness, which is still homophobia it's just a different brand of homophobia than the religious right's obsession with the mechanics.

Tbh tho I don't actually care about that actors' take because he's not a writer, he has a history of not being very good at reading the subtext given that he fully didn't realize it was a gay show for half the episodes, and David Jenkins has liked multiple metas on twt about Izzy being a homophobe so I'll trust that lol. The only consequence that Con O'Neill being publically wrong has had for me is that people occasionally do an unearned victory lap when he says something.

But also I low key sometimes feel incredibly unsafe knowing that there's a substantial group of people who claim to be queer and against homophobia but who can't understand that the whole subplot with Lucius in episode 5 and the thing with Ed in episode 10 is laced with bigotry against feminine gay men. I don't think admitting that means you have to think it's his only motivation or that it's contradictory to the read of him being attracted to Ed and Lucius or with the concept that he's mostly just power hungry, but it does sort of mean that I have to move through the world knowing that there are people in my own community who would fully blame me if something happened to me. I don't fucking like it. That's why I get so upset about this so publicly. It's like so what happens if I get attacked but the guy calls me a namby pamby or a bitch instead of a faggot. Are you gonna be like "well we don't know~". It's just an uncomfortable thought. I don't understand why they're so desperate to beat the allegations either, like he's fake. People who have experienced things like what Ed and Lucius went through at his hands are real. The argument that gay people can "do something to (someone)'s brain" is written into legislation trying to ban trans people from public life. Nobody wants you to stop liking Izzy we just want you to stop saying shit that's harmful

And I don't necessarily think that everyone who chooses to put more emphasis on Izzys obsession with Ed wouldn't be able to identify a hate crime, I just have seen more than one piece of meta that goes "Izzys not homophobic he just thinks Stede is a mincing fop who's corrupting Ed with his frilly whiles there's nothing homophobic about that" and I just have to block them for being homophobic themselves because what else do I do with that? When I vague post about this shit I'm talking about specific ass things that I've seen that have made me feel very uncomfortable and unsafe not generic canyon trends. I just really feel like we need to calm down about Izzy. Like you can feel empathy towards a gay guy that hates himself and write a bunch of fic about him getting laid without deciding actually he did nothing wrong and everyone who can see that that's not true is making shit up to oppress *checks notes* people who like a fictional character. I don't get why that's so hard to do.

#the izcourse

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laprimera · 6 months

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alrighty so after some reflection and getting some outside stuff prioritized Im done some blog housework so I can get comfortable here again.

im still gonna continue my hiatus until november cause the rest of October still has a lot of rl appointments and stuff going on. ill be nuking my ask and drafts to get into maximum turtle plot overdrive and just start things clean, but here's the skinny under cut:

. Ive went and cleaned up my followers list. mostly of inactive blogs, non-mutual or blogs that haven't reached out or interacted at all. I use to think I liked a busier dash but I think trying to keep up with it had been giving me anxiety even if my muses weren't involved in anything plot wise. FOMO has been really killing my vibe more then anything and I need to cut that habit out.

you're a-okay to refollow though! I'll do the same. none of this was done out of malice or a personal dislike, and I get being so busy w/ life and personal plots that you cant interact with everyone in a convenient moment. but if you see this as an opportunity to reach out then by all means! that and I might've accidentally unfollowed one or two of you cause side-blog deal, clumbsy thumbs, and uuh, dont mind me realizing that later down the line-my bad!

. unless carefully plotted otherwise, anything outside my own canons, affiliated blogs/mains or plots is no longer canon to my own. any interaction or thread initiated towards my muses will default fall into my lore/verse unless vice versa or its plotted and etc etc. It's no longer just hanging there in the void so to speak. I need to feel more in control of my own narrative I think and trying to puzzle a lot of contradicting outside plots, dash events, etc has been mentally taxing when rp shouldn't be occupying so much space or anxiety to begin with lol.

this isn't to say everything thats happening in the dash or w/ other characters isn't important ofc! and I still want to participate; it'll just fall under a crack/non-canon tag. if things end up lining up p' well with whats going on here then I might take it into canon. This is p' much what I've been doing to begin with, it's just more concrete now and Im being more careful of what Im willing to accept now. Im ofc open to discussing stuff! DMs and disco for those who have it are open always even if I take a moment to get to it!

. Im no longer answering anon asks that are personal in some way, ie, around subject matters that aren't general headcanons asks or 'hey how do you feel about-' sorta deal. I dont feel comfortable taking it to public and while I understand having the fear of being identified, it's not fair if I'm the only one bearing the subject so to speak. If you want to talk to me through DMs you can either tell me your UN (no burners either) so I can bypass permissions here to chat or you can reach me at @shiny-miltank where my IMs are not barred to mutuals only. I don't bite really! and my discord is not public. tbh Im still very anxious about being on disco to begin w/ cause social anxiety flare ups. idk tumblr dms always seemed easier to chat until I know you on a personal basis-its just worked that way.

. making it more strict that you dont? put my geeta in place of plots, events, etc that I havent participated or plotted with, nor can you make assumptions for them based on said events. as slapped on every piece on my about/rules/pinned/etc shes heavily canon-divergent to begin with so no one knows her intentions/actions (save for me ofc) and wont act in what presumed canon-geeta would do or your own version so to speak. easy enough to slap me an IM for "is it okay to-", plotting, or just make a nebulous npc stand-in.

. things that havent changed are the use of my lore and headcanons into your own! I love seeing it integrated or adapted into other lore and seeing just how much it inspires and changes over time!

this all seems rigid but really it's just reiterating whats already in my rules and no one here has been a huge offender at all :' ) this is more for me to follow and I cant thank everyone enough for their patience and creativity for as long as I've been here. Im loosey goosey and go with the flow 90 out of 100 times.

this goes for the rest of my muses, which Ill probably clean up when Im back-but yeah! miss ya'll! hope you've been doin' good! the terrapagos plot will continue then and Ill resume reaching out and leaving details! hopefully in time for dlc ; >

#ooc. ･ﾟ ✹#queue. ･ﾟ ✹#importante and stuff #sorry this is at 3 AM gdfgfd-this is like the only time Im awake ironically #but again ill be really back in november! see ya then!

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emilymaxximoff · 1 year

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The World; Carl Grimes X Fem!Reader

CW: Fluff, Two violence, Swearing, Mention of drinking, Mention of ED when talking about Heathers

Prompt: "We're just friends." "You're joking they look at you like you're their whole world."

A/N: I kinda hate this but I invested way to much time into this to not to post it. I once again did not proof read (oops but honestly I probably never will lol) I really hope y'all like it. This is like so much fluff I swear I had a direction I was going in. Maybe I'll try to write a spicy something next lol. Reminder everyone is like at least 18 or 19. Anyway love y'all.

"Fuck!" you yelled as you used your knife to make a hole in a walkers brain. A horde had attacked your group out on a run. Everyone was fighting for their lives but all you could think about was Carl. What would happen to him if you didn't come back? Would it matter? Would he care? You two had been best friends forever and had never gone on a run without each other before. You had feelings for him and if you died now all of that was over. He would never know. You still wondered why all you could think about was him as you dug your blade into another walkers head, fighting for your and the rest of your groups lives.

Suddenly someone grabbed your arm and screamed your name. "Y/N come on we have to get to the car!" Enid was dragging you to the van you all had ridden in while Daryl and Carol covered you as you made a mad dash for the van. You violently opened the door and pushed Enid through before hoisting yourself through the door of the van, climbing into the back grabbing Daryl's gun from him as he hopped into the drivers seat and started the van to speed out of there. In hindsight it was a terrible idea to only bring your knives and handgun to this run but god you loved that shotgun and now you had an excuse to use it. You had tried to steal it from Daryl before but he had always managed to steal it back. We opened the windows and shot at as many walkers as we could as Daryl sped through the horde. When we finally got out of the horde and on a clear path back to Alexandria I sighed.

"Fuck dude, I thought I was gonna die back there. Yo, Daryl you sure I can't steal this?" you joked, holding up his shotgun.

Daryl jokingly rolled his eyes. "Keep dreaming, Y/N."

The group got out of the van hauling the small amount of supplies you all had secured out in your backpacks and walked in the gates of Alexandria. Rick greeted us with confused look as the group were covered in more blood and guts than normal.

"What happened guys? Why are you all so dirty?" Rick inquired.

"Got inta a bit of a scruff with a horde of walkers. Sorry we didn' get much this time but at least we made it back." Daryl replied.

"That's alright. Is everyone clean?" He looked us up and down as we all nodded. "Ok then, what have ya guys got for us at least?"

Daryl continued on a conversation with Rick and Carol as they emptied their bags while you and Enid crouched nearby emptying your bags as well. You gently nudged Enid with a wide grin on your face and giggled. "How much do you wanna bet Daryl is gonna call Rick sweetheart one of these days."

"Oh I would bet my life on it." she laughed back.

As you both giggled you turned your head and saw Carl coming up the road to greet you both. Your smile widened even more. You had made it back to him but the words to tell him how you felt would evaded you once again. You saw Enid straighten her clothes and adjust her hair in preparation for his hello.

"Hey Carl!" Enid said as she attempted to give him a flirtatious smile.

"Hey Enid." Carl replied giving her a quick hug before turning to you and smiling wide before saying loudly saying, "Y/N! You made it back alive." He gave you a long hug picking you up off the ground and laughing as he swayed with you in his arms. "God damn you are just covered in guts. What the fuck did you do this time."

"Jesus" you giggled. "Why do I always get blamed for this shit? What about Enid she was there too asshole?"

"Yeah but you're the fuck up"

"Fuck you." you said as you punched his arm. God he was infuriating but you loved it. He was your best friend in the whole world and everything he did and said gave you butterflies. You would die for this one eyed boy.

Enid suddenly spoke up forcing a small smile. "Hey guys how bout Y/N and I go clean up then we meet up before the town get together tonight."

"Sounds good to me." Carl replied. "See you guys in like an hour or two?"

"Yeah, sounds great see ya"

"Bye Carl." you said as you turned back to Enid. "Hey can I just come back to your place to take a shower? I was gonna ask if you wanted to watch a movie till then. I think we deserve it."

Enid grins. "Yeah I think we do. Come on let's go."

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You sat on the couch next to Enid watching Heathers. Your wet hair lay on your t-shirt you had stolen from Enid. She had let you borrow her clothes so you didn't have to go back to your room across town in the Grimes house where you lived but at this point you owned more of her clothes than your own.

"It just baffles me how people would throw up their perfectly good food." Enid commented.

"Yeah it's weird but I get it. Beauty was a big thing back then they cared if they looked like a model and not whether they could kill a bitch." You replied trying to make a joke at the same time.

"Isn't this movie about killing bitches though? Like that's the whole plot." Enid giggled. You had both watched this movie 100 times but somehow it always ended in this conversation but you weren't one to complain. Movies were scarce in the apocalypse and you were happy to even have a few, or electricity for that matter.

"Enid..." you laughed as you heard a knock at the door.

"I got it." Enid said as she jumped out of her seat and made a dash for the door. You knew it had to be Carl and the way Enid always acted around him you knew something had to be going on. Maybe that's another reason you kept all of your feelings to yourself. You didn't want to hurt Enid and you thought she had a better chance than you ever could.

"Hey guys, are we ready to go?" Carl asked standing in the door way peering into the living room.

"As long as Enid is ready so am I." you replied looking towards Enid for conformation and she nodded. You hit the power button on the remote and got up from the couch to make your way over to the door Enid and Carl were standing at.

The three of you walked down the street towards the town center. The sun shone off the water in the quarry as you walked toward it. You all laughed as you joked and got to be young adults for once. There was almost no times like these. Times where you could just live and enjoy life. Times where you weren't fighting for your life. As you walked down the street Carl continuously bumped into you lightly grazing your hand gently each time as you all hysterically laughed.

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You sat next to Enid on the couch with a beer in your hand. Your social battery was almost gone and it was late. You knew you would be going home soon. Carl was over talking to his dad and you finally had a second to breathe and take in how he made you feel. You spent the whole party making sure to not let him know how you felt. Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Enid sighing loudly.

"Why do you have to be so fucking charismatic and prefect?" she said as she leaded back into the couch.

"What?" you asked confused.

"Just you being you and Carl is literally in love with you and I'm just so fucking jealous all the time."

You looked at Enid with wide eyes. You couldn't believe your ears. Your mouth hung open and you let out a small scoff in amusement. "What are you talking about? I am not perfect. And Carl? We are just friends. He probably has a thing for you. I promise he does not.... love me."

"Oh please." she said as she lazily rolled her eyes at you. "You have to be joking. He looks at you like you're his whole world. I keep throwing myself at him and all he can look at his your perfect ass."

"I-" you stuttered. You never wanted to hurt Enid.

"Save it. I'm not mad at you. I'm jealous sure. Maybe mad that I can't be you but I could never be mad at you for that." She looked at you gently smiling but you could see the pain in her eyes. "Listen, I can be a real bitch some-, most of the time but I like and care about you. You have been the best friend I have ever had and if giving up my pride so my best friend and the guy I like can be happy together, then so be it. And before you start denying it I can tell you like him too so just get with him and get it over with. I hate watching you guys dance around it."

"Enid, I'm sorry. I didn't want to do this to you." you stared at your lap. "I'd never purposely hurt you, ever."

You fumbled with your hands, a habit you had picked up after the apocalypse. You looked up over towards Carl. You really did love this boy. You could feel tears welling in your eyes. You didn't want to hurt Enid but you wanted to be with Carl. You wanted to feel his hands on your waist as he kissed you. You ached to kiss his soft lips and look into his eye. You wanted to tell him you loved him and to hear that he loved you back. You wanted to hold his hand and never let go. You suddenly realized you were staring when Carl looked back at you with a wide grin on his face. He started to walk over and you realized finally what was happening. You looked over to Enid, slightly panicking.

She smiled back at you then leaned in and whispered, "You got this. You should tell him tonight."

"Hey guys what are you talking about?" Carl said as he stood in front of the couch.

"Nothing important just how we should find somewhere to get new summer clothes most of my clothes are in Y/N's closet." Enid replied lying through her teeth. You smiled at her thankfully.

Carl looked back at you with a concerned look. "Hey Y/N are you ok? You look like you're about to cry."

You were about to cry, but you couldn't let Carl know that. He would ask why and you were not looking to lose your shit in front of this room full of people. "Yeah I'm just really tired." you managed to mumble.

"Oh ok. How 'bout we walk back together? I wanted to go back to the house anyway."

"It's ok I don't want to take you away from the party if you're having fun so I'll-"

"No I want to." he interrupted you. "Please let me."

You looked up at him and nodded. You really did want to leave. You looked over at Enid for approval. You didn't want to leave her in the dust. "Are you gonna be ok if we go?"

"Yeah go ahead. I think I'm gonna get fucked up and make some poor decisions like a bitch." she said giving you a smile and a sarcastic wink.

You rolled your eyes at her with a smile on your face as you let out a snort through your nose. You slowly got up from the couch to stand by Carl and turned around to face Enid. "Ok just don't make too bad of decisions. I'll see you tomorrow. And thank you, for ya know everything."

She scrunched her nose and smiled. You turned around and started to walk out of the house next to Carl. As you walked out the door Carl looked back at you to make sure you were following him. You walked silently next to Carl towards the Grimes house looking down at your feet and wondering if Enid was right about the way Carl looked at you. You looked over at Carl and all you could think about is how much you wanted to hold his hand and feel his soft lips on yours. As you and Carl walked up to the house, Carl turned to you and smiled. "You're still wearing Enid's clothes. I guess she was right about you stealing all her clothes." he smirked at you. "It's ok. You look better in them anyway."

"Thanks." you laughed. "Don't let her hear you say that though. She'll beat your ass."

You made your way up the stairs and towards your room but before you could get there a voice calls your name from behind you.

"Y/N. Hey wait. Can we talk?" Carl asked

You turned around with your hand still on the door knob. Your heart was beating out of your chest. Had he heard your conversation with Enid from across the room? Did he not feel the same? Was he in love with Enid? "Yeah what's up?" you asked trying to sound as cool and collected as possible but your voice still broke imagining the worst.

"I know you aren't just tired. I can tell something else is going on. I see it in your eyes. You know you can tell me anything. I would never judge you." He cupped your face in his hands wiping a tear off your face. "Did Enid say something to you? Was she being a bitch?"

"No no nothing like. Quite the opposite really." you quickly reassured him.

"You seemed fine before you talked to her so if it's not that, what is it?"

You tightly closed your eyes and bit your lip to try to suppress your tears but it wasn't working. "Can we maybe talk in my room? I feel like I need to sit down."

"Yeah of course. Anything." he said as he moved his hand from your arm to your hand and squeezed it tightly. He took his other hand and cupped your face wiping tears away once again. You lead him over to your bed and sit down. He can feel your hands shaking in his hand and he holds them tighter. "It's ok I promise you can tell me anything."

You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes gaining the courage to tell him how much you loved him. Enid's words replayed in your head 'you should tell him tonight' and you finally took your last deep inhale and ignored the pit in your stomach to finally tell him how you felt. "I am mildly, well very upset because of something Enid said but it's not because it was mean. It was weirdly nice and selfless of her to put aside how she felt for my feelings. She told me she was jealous of me and the way you looked at me. She said you looked at me like I was your whole world. I've never noticed it before and part of me thinks she's wrong because I just don't see how you could ever like me. I thought you might have feelings for her because well, she's Enid but there is another part of me praying and hoping that she is right because I ya know like you..." you paused quickly readjusting your words. "You know what no. Fuck it. I'm already this deep in, I love you and thinking for even a split second that there was even the slightest chance that you might feel the same, that you might, love me too made me so happy. I have loved you ever since I moved into your house. I have thought about what it would be like for you to kiss me, and look me in my eyes and tell me that you fucking love me too. You don't have to feel the same way and I am so sorry if I ruined our friendship but when you asked I had to tell you and Enid said to do it tonight so I guess fuck me I did it." you said sobbing.

"Y/N please don't cry." Carl said lifting your chin and staring in your eyes before pulling you in and kissing your lips. His lips were soft and warm. He started gently but deepened the kiss by the second making you feel safe and secure. You had never been happier. He pulled away and placed his forehead on yours with his right hand holding your face and his left still holding your hand. You positioned yourself the same holding him close. "I look at you that way because you are my whole world. I love you more than anything. I have loved you ever since you became part of our group but I never said anything because I thought you wouldn't like me back either. I love you so much Y/N. Please don't ever leave me."

You smile, happy tears streaming down your face, taking all your stress away as they fell off your skin. "Never Carl. I will never leave. I mean it."

Carl kisses you again and finally you are happy. In his arms you feel no harm can come to you. You pull away and look at Carl barely able to contain the cheesy grin you are trying to suppress. There is nothing that could ruin this.

"Hey, can I maybe stay in here and cuddle with you tonight?" Carl asked nervously but he was almost sure of the answer.

You couldn't hold back your grin anymore and you laughed quietly. "I guess so but on one condition."

"What's that."

"You make this a regular thing. You don't get to sleep here only once."

He laughed and replied "I think I can work with that beautiful. You have got yourself a deal my love."

As you drifted off to sleep wrapped in Carl's arm you realized you have never been this happy in your life, not even before the outbreak. Enid had done the most selfless thing she could and now you were laying with the man you loved, warm and cozy.

#carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #twd #the walking dead #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes twd

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moodymisty · 1 year

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Congratulations on hitting 1000 followers!!! 🥳🥳🥳 if anyone deserves it, it’s definitely you! And after reading your little backstory blurb, I am so happy that you decided to come back to tumblr and share your writings and positivity with the fandom 🤍 every time I see your name on my dash I get so excited and can’t wait to see either what you’ve been writing or what you’ve been reblogging (and the sassy tags that come with lol)

If you’re still accepting requests, scenario 15 with the bad batch sounds like it could be a fun prompt — bonus points if omega is in on the fun too! (Whether or not you do this prompt is totally okay since I’m sure you’re getting a heavy influx lol)

Okay, that’s all for now! Take care and, again, CONGRATULATIONS ON 1000 FOLLOWERS 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

❀ Milestone prompts list ❀

Author's Note: Aww thank you so much for all the kind words!! It really means a lot that people enjoy my blogs and silly ramblings. Y'all are really the best and always make me smile, all of you are really just amazing <3

Relationships: Platonic Bad Batch + Omega & Fem!Reader, but hints at Echo having a crush on reader

Warnings: Just fun fluff, and a blatant excuse for me to write about living the cottagecore dream

"Tech, you really couldn't have landed in a place with a better view."

The rolling hills off in the distance look so lush and green it's almost as if out of a storybook, only out done by the large patches of flowers and a gentle forest off in the distance. Different patches of colors and some mixed together, they all look so vibrant in the light of the sun.

"I did not take sight seeing into account for our landing site, but I do not disagree with your observation."

They really should be getting on with this mission, but Omega is already running outside the ship and you're right on her heels, as Hunter watches through the Marauder's main viewport. He decides he can let everyone have a break for a few minutes, at least.

You were right after all- this view is wonderful. Peaceful. Wrecker is standing outside taking in deep breaths of fresh air, and stretching his arms towards the sky. Tech decides to tinker outside the ship on the gangplank, also taking advantage of the nice weather.

Meanwhile you've followed Omega to the nearest patch of flowers, watching her brush her hands over them. They gently bend under her touch, the pollen getting on your hands as you do the same. This patch of flowers, the closet one is a sea of blue, with only one little patch of yellow in the center of each flower. You feel the smooth texture of one of the petals between your index finger and thumb, but don't pluck it.

"They look so pretty, they'd make a great flower crown with the long stems." You mumble it mostly to yourself, leaning down to smell one. Omega however is more interested in what you've said now, her hands filled with the ones she's already plucked.

"You can make crowns out of flowers?"

Right- you're not surprised she might be unfamiliar.

Adjusting your clothes you sit down in the middle of the all the flowers, them tall enough rise above your crossed legs. Some brush against the skin of your arms, so softly that they almost tickle. Omega sits in front of you moments later, but with far more energy and barely able to sit still.

"Here, I'll teach you." You take a bunch of flowers, plucking them gently at the stems and weaving them together. It's been such a long while since you've done this, but it seems like the muscles memory is still there.

"Just wrap around in and out, then push some in-between..." You hand her your partly finished one and let her keep working on it, giving her another when she fumbles it while you guide her through it. She eventually manages to get it right on her third try, holding it in her hands with a wide smile at all the little flowers wrapped together.

You don't know how much time has passed, but apparently enough so that someone's been sent to get you, looking up at the sound of a voice.

"Come on you two, we're heading out." Looking up you see Echo walking closer until his boots are barely brushing against your leg, ushering his hand upward to get you both up off the ground.

Omega wears her little crown with pride, before she realizes you don't have one. You'd spent so much time teaching her that you didn't have a chance to make your own, not that you'd ever mind. But it seems relaxation is over, and she doesn't have the time to make you one as well.

Mean while Echo reaches his hand up to help you to your feet, an aid you easily accept. His hand is gentle around your own as he gives you a soft tug, seeing the way pollen has stuck to your clothes when you stand in front of him.

"It smells so nice out here," You joke, brushing some of the pollen off of your top. "I'd love to have a picnic out here sometime."

Echo can instantly picture the scene, laying out in a flowerbed with a gentle breeze on a blanket covered in food. It's not too warm and not too cold, and there's a gentle breeze that blows your hair and the fabric of your dress just a-

Oh, he forgot to respond.

"Yeah, Echo nods. "That sounds like it would be amazing." He realizes he's still holding your hand, gently letting go of it. You hadn't even realized he was still doing so.

"So what were you two doing?" He didn't get a good look before telling you to come back to the ship.

"Making flower crowns. Kinda only had enough time to make one for her though." So that's the silly little thing Omega had on her head. Echo nods, walking side by side with you back to the ship.

He takes note of how you smell so much like the flowers outside, and it ends up affecting the inside of the Marauder as well. Surely Tech will complain about the pollen sticking to the fabrics in the ship, but at least for now he can enjoy the pleasant scent that wafts over the musky smell that usually permeates the ship.

Hunter can absolutely smell it too, as you brush a hand along your hair.

"Alright," He says, rubbing his nose. "We're leaving the ship here and heading towards the town. Let's go."

Having returned bounty in hand, Wrecker's hauling it into the back, and you decide to sit down for a moment. You're feeling a little more tuckered out than usual, watching as Tech begins his mental checklist before taking off. You close your eyes and cross your arms, leaning back a bit to just take a moment of rest. If Hunter objects to your doing so he doesn't say, passing by you as you slip into the area between awake and asleep.

"Go get those two," You distantly hear Hunter say, it perking your eyes but not enough so to open your eyes. They must be still outside doing something as you can hear Wrecker leave the ship, judging by the heavy footsteps.

He returns with more footsteps in tow, multiple pairs, and one stops right in front of you. When you open your eyes, a soft blue overtakes almost all of your vision.

"Here!" Omega hands you the flowers, all haphazardly mushed together into a crown.

"Aww Omega, you didn't have to." You take it gently from her hands, and put it on your head. That must've been why she had to get called back into the ship, and Echo must've been just keeping an eye on her.

"Echo did most of the work." Standing behind her he quickly stiffens, looking down at the back of her head and furrowing his brow.

"Hey, don't go putting this all on me." You don't know what's the more endearing option; That Echo had Omega make a flower crown just for you, or that he somehow found a way to do it with only one hand.

"Thanks, kiddo." You ruffle Omega's hair even as she playfully pushes your hand away, laughing at the way you jostle her head. Shortly thereafter she runs off, presumably to snatch more flowers before she no longer has the ability to.

Now alone, you look at Echo with a softer smile, taking one flower out of the crown and sticking it in the collar of his chestplate.

"And thank you, Echo. I love the flowers." His eyes are soft as he smiles, one that never fails to woo you.

"I like that they're blue." Echo nods at you as his lips crook up on one side.

"I do too."

#the bad batch x reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch echo x reader #Echo/Reader #echo x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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mastcrmarksman · 27 days

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME : Izzy

PRONOUNS : they/them

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : I'll hand out my discord here and there, but you can reach me by DMs.

NAME OF MUSE(s) : Clint Barton, and then I've got a handful of other blogs; but Clint will literally devour my soul and I can't write anyone else when this happens (it's happening)

BEST EXPERIENCE : Honestly, this come back to tumblr after being away for like 3 years. The friendships and dynamics I've built with Clint on my return has been amazing, and I'm also very glad people like how I write him, cause I've pretty much picked up comic Clint and said "he's mine now. i'm giving him a whole new arc/plot/story to explore and away from canon" and people are buying into that. Thank you so much everyone! I love all my friends and writing partners here so much <3

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : Uhhh, pet peeves? I don't quite get what's with people not liking posts anymore or using the reply/comment feature more, like if you see someone posting an hc. Take a second to read? Give it a like or comment a heart even, if you're really that pressed to control your likes..... Dealbreakers, I haven't encountered anyone, I guess it'd be just if I pushed to write or make smut centric, but no one is doing that.

MUSE PREFERENCES : I like characters that have an internal struggle (lol that could be anyone). I don't know. I try to write so many types of characters, but characters like Clint I always come back too. Honestly, whatever is the character type that's been Clint Barton and Pepper Potts.

PLOTS OR MEMES : Memes are usually good to start, but I definitely wouldn't mind doing more plotting and giving a general direction to a thread. Although, really memes are great, and I truly appreciate those who send a bunch of memes, or don't mind treating some memes as one shots ( i love one shots ; just look at the length of some of my ask responses )

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : Both. I want more shorter threads right now, but I have a knack for getting wordy and writing long things. This is why length matching does not matter, as long as there is enough substance to continue or something to help move something forward; a shorter reply to a longer reply is good; just as I tend to take a shorter thing and get longer with. This is also why I tend to like or mention with meme responses, like you can just reblog/save this and treat this as little one shot/drabble I wrote for you. I also tend to do the same.

BEST TIME TO WRITE : I don't get a lot of work, I am home all the time. So i'm bored a lot. So literally anytime, although I have a tendency to write a lot more late at night. For me, why I'm not writing is usually mood, or I don't have a very good set up for writing long haul; so if my neck, back, or hands and wrist start to cramp up cause my sit down to write isn't a good position/only position. That usually defeats me; like after I post this I will probably take a break, stretch, keep on my break and write a bit in a few hours.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : Yes and no / I don't know. I know I'm the type of neurospicy where Clint Barton has rotten my brain for like the past 15 years or something; and I've been writing him for like 10 years; that I'm probably funny like Clint is, but who actually knows lol. I try to be normal and healthy with muse and mun separation; even if his whole recovery arc is very important and real to me; and I will live in the delusion that is what I am getting from the comics as in I will just write it myself on my roleplay blog (this is a joke; legally I have to say that I think)

tagged by; @danversiism evil boops you infinity, ily tania <3

tagging: lol im suppose to tag people; if you wanna expose yourself, do it. flash the dash. i'll probably read it and like it.

#[ ooc ] izzy babbles #see why my mun tag is just izzy babbles #cause i babble a lot #question: short or long?#me: short.#also me: makes it long despite my best efforts.#i am but a cursed entity to roam this earth (joke again)

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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Oh it's OK I will send it right away here so u don't have to search lol.

Good morning/evening hun! Now I know fnf hypno's lullaby requests are going heavily on you and I'm sorry but bare with me a little- creepypasta! Reader play with triple please! I would love if they were female but i don't mind gn lol. The reader look normal and friendly, you can make them get creepy when they start playing, if you want! You can make them play by any sides of the three or all of them go 3vs1 but make the reader win pls lmao, it's your choice, take your time and if you don't want to do it for whatever reasons feel free <3

your writing is beautiful and always make someone's day.

Take care of yourself and thank you for your time and sharing your talents with us

Awh thank you!! Reader will be gender neutral for this one

........

“Pasta Night”, as the local Creepypasta bar liked to call it, was always something you looked forward to!

Not only did you get to play games with your fellow freaks of nature (even though many were very much unnatual), but you could be yourself.

Blending in with humanity was often a challenge, and at first glance most people wouldn’t even suspect that you were hiding in plain sight. You looked like a plain old human being.

It sure fooled many folks who thought you walked into the wrong place at the wrong time.

Tonight was a perfect example, as when you arrived at the cards table, you saw three unfamiliar faces already having a go at UNO, of all things:

A scary hulking figure who resembled Mario with a large cigar in his mouth and a glowing blue block labeled “POW” beside him, a demonic hedgehog wearing a visor and sporting faded fur trying to peek at his friend's cards, and finally a Hypno who looks like it swapped bodies with a Machoke...holding a deck of Pokémon cards with psychic energy.

‘Just when I think I’ve seen them all..’ You smiled and headed over to the table with your drink.

“Seriously, I lose again?!! You two are insufferable..at least I play by the rules!!” The hedgehog hissed, annoyed as he shoved a pile of gold rings towards MK. "I'm not gonna have any rings left for spare after tonight..."

Then he noticed you sitting across from them, and his whole attitude changed, a wide yet closed smile growing on his face. “Why hello-”

“Beat it, human. We’ve already reserved this table.” The Mario lookalike snarled, briefly taking his cigar out to spit into a nearby metal bin. “Tell ‘em to scram, X.”

“That’s Lord X to you, MK...and you don’t have to be rude.”

“And you don’t have to lie either! I know damn well you’re peeking at our cards when you think we ain’t lookin’. “Play by the rules”, my ass...you deserve to lose every ring ya bet.”

“Just shut it! At least I’m not punching that stupid cube every five seconds and screwing up everyone's concentration!!”

“Don’t mind them,” Hypno spoke up as he set down his cards gently. It surprised you for a moment, considering most Pokémon couldn’t talk--or at least most normal ones couldn’t. “They act like children at times.” He shook his head with a sigh.

“Haven’t we all at some point?” You chuckled. “Forgive me for eavesdropping gentlemen, but..if Lord X needs any help winning back his earnings, then maybe I can assist. I'm pretty good at bets."

After hearing your offer, the hedgehog stopped arguing with MK and looked to you, surprised. “Ah, so you wanna go a round? That’s fine by me. Some help would be nice. But the question is...what’ll you wager should you lose? Cash? Valuables? Or maybe even--”

You blinked once and saw him dash out of his seat, sitting right next to you with a sinister grin. “Your SOUL?” As he spoke, skeleton hands emerged from the depths of his throat, a demonic laugh creeping its way out as well.

Yet you remained unshaken by his act, simply smiling and getting your own stack of cards. “If I lose, I'll pay for your next round of drinks."

"...that's fair."

Then you glanced at Hypno’s cards, frowning slightly. “By the way Hyp..you got trading cards, not UNO. That’s probably why you’re confused.”

“Huh--? Ohh...that makes sense.” The Talking Pokémon nodded, getting the right cards for himself before he and MK stared you and Lord X down, smirking. “Alright. Now...we play!”

........

“HAHAHA!! I WIN!!!”

“What?!”

“How?!!”

“That ain’t fair!!” MK slammed his fist down on his POW block, causing the whole table to violently shake, but nobody paid any mind to his temper flare. It was normal for them.

Nothing infuriated the Mario entity more than seeing your smug grin--now a rather creepy one that rivaled him and his buddies.

But Lord X and Hypno were impressed to see this was the real you..or at least the competitive side of you who always liked to win.

You definitely caught them all off-guard with your friendly looks. They just assumed you were a naive human trying to butt into their game night.

“Here you are, m’lord.” With a chuckle, you took the stack of rings from the other side of the table, sliding them back towards Lord X. And like a dragon hoarding gold, he gathered them all into his hands, grinning from ear to ear.

They were all his.

Every ring he’s wagered for the past month.

"Thank you, friend." He laughed. "You're an excellent player."

“Not even I could have predicted those moves with Future Sight.” Hypno remarked, scratching his head in disbelief. “What did you say your name was?”

“[Y/n].” You leaned back in the chair as you reshuffled your cards in your hands. “My story hasn’t hit the right crowd yet, so you probably haven't heard of me.”

“..ah, I get it now.” MK remarked. “I was thinkin’ they let a random human walk into the wrong bar. My bad.”

“It’s fine. If you guys don’t mind..I wouldn’t mind joining you for another game.”

“Maybe next time.” Lord X told you, shaking his head as he stood up from the table. “MK and I have some tortured souls to play with.”

“And I have to find Gold and bring him home.” Hypno stood up as well. His cards levitated around him and disappeared into his satchel. “That boy couldn’t have wandered off too far..”

“When you see him, tell him how stupid he looks with that bowtie, will ya?” MK sneered. “I mean..a bowtie on a hoodie??”

Hypno shot him a scowl. "If he didn't come with you, you don’t get to dictate what he can and can’t wear! He wanted to look “fashionable” and that’s the best I could do!!”

"Jeez really? Thought you were dressing him up for one of your game's "beauty contests".

You just smiled in amusement as they were the ones bickering this time around, with Lord X trying to quiet them down so Gold didn’t overhear their arguing.

‘They seem like a good trio..I’ll definitely play with them again.’

#clanask #anonymous #fnf x reader #friday night funkin x reader #pokepasta x reader #fnf hypno's lullaby x reader #hypno's lullaby x reader #fnf hypno #fnf lord x #fnf mk #platonic

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