#did i spend like 12 whole hours answering this ask? yes.

[branmuffins22]

for the toh ask game- 2, 8, 12?

from this ask game:

2. Ramble about your favorite character of all time as much as you want. We're listening

Ohhhh boy. Oh man. Oh geez. You play a dangerous game, starting out with the kicker.

The obvious choice would be Luz, right? because she's like, the perfect main character. Lovable, relatable, flawed, believable (mostly; those fireworks were a bit much), clever, emotional, funny, the list goes on.

But.

However.

I have to go with Vee.

To me, Vee is all those things and more. She's still relatable, but for completely different (some unaddressed by canon, some completely made up by me) reasons. She's the cutest sweetest little shapeshifter we actually got the chance to get to know (sorry Stringbean). She's flawed, she'd completely given up on Luz's return and was ready to throw away whatever parts of her life she didn't jive with, and then even after most of a day of hanging out with her, she was STILL kinda mad at her! She's got confusing emotions and she was able to admit it! She's a tortured and traumatized kid who's trying maybe a bit too hard to put it all behind her, and even her more fantastical struggles are made to make perfect sense in that context. She's clever and observant enough to blend in with humans (and even convince Camila she was Luz for a while), and she was instrumental in solving the rebus. She's funny not just in her sense of humor (which is anywhere from awkward to earnest to dry, all hilarious), but also in the dichotomy of being one of the more "normal" "human" characters in the show, despite not really being either of those things (part of a thought-extinct species, and unique even among others of that species. said species is a kind of magic-eating shape-shifting demon from another realm, and here she is in suburban connecticut, idly learning spanish with her friends).

She's my precious baby blorbo and I love her. She's chubby (I'm chubby), she's awkward around her crush (I'm awkward around my crush (and also in general)), she likes to wear warm colors and big boots (I like to wear warm colors and big boots (not that I have any that fit well enough for daily wear)), she's got a bit of an overbite (I had one when I was young), she is (or, I guess, was?) kinda sorta something like a twin (I'm a twin), her hair is poofy and long (at least in her epilogue design) (my hair is poofy and long), augh, she feels basically tailor-made for me. I'm not exaggerating when I say I learned to love certain parts of myself by loving them first in her.

She's perfect.

also. im gonna rant about her even more in the next bit, sorrynotsorry.

8. Any headcanons? If so, which are your favorite?

Soooo many. Like, enough that I'm writing a whole ass barely-even-canon-divergent AU just to give myself the excuse to explore them. Actually, kinda writing two if you count MatVNN, but it's more of a post-canon affair.

Probably my favorite, though, is Vee being trans (and a bunch of other flavors of queer). I'll admit, a lot of the things that make me like Vee so much are just Sorta Plausible Shit I Came Up With, and chief among them is my trans Vee theory.

So, I'll start with the canon stuff:

Vee is rather unique, even among basilisks. Her tail has 3 fins rather than the other basilisks' 1 or 2 fins, her eyes have a different structure (and more individual colors) than the others', and she has a distinct head and neck that the other basilisks don't have. She's also a lot smaller than the other basilisks: about half the size of III and IV, and even smaller compared to the "greater basilisk" which attacked Hexside (we'll call her the Inspector). In the epilogue, Vee's size doesn't appear to have changed much, if at all (hell, even in her human form, she doesn't look much taller), nor have the sizes of III and IV. The only change any of them appear to have gone through is that Vee has more/longer hair, some of which is a lighter cyan than the previous navy blue, which still remains at her roots and on her ears.

Those are the facts. Now, there could be any number of reasons for her unique traits.

The doylist reason is the easiest: she was designed to look smaller and more humanoid to appear to the audience as more sympathetic. Her strange eyes could just be a bit of fun character design, something to make her stand out on screen. No biggie.

The watsonian reasons are a lot more compelling to me though.

She could very well be quite young for a basilisk. Perhaps their eyes change shape and lose some of their color as they grow up. Perhaps the neck becomes less distinct as they get older. Perhaps even after the 3+ year timeskip before the epilogue, Vee was still prepubescent for a basilisk.

Perhaps the various basilisks are representative of different species within the same family (ex. the Inspector is called a "greater basilisk", but the others are just referred to as "basilisks"), and Vee's unique traits are staples of whatever specific species she is (I first came across this theory in A Blight on Bonesborough, by GeminiAlchemist, and they proposed "fat-tailed basilisk" as the name of Vee's species, mostly for the sake of a gag)

One of the more interesting theories is that she's only half basilisk. I wasn't the one to come up with it, but I don't remember who was, so for that I apologize, but basically, there was a theory going around for a little while after her introduction, that Vee was actually the bastard child of one of the other basilisks and Warden Wrath. The biggest point of evidence was the yellow pupils, a trait only shared between Vee and Wrath, as well as the fact that Wrath was clearly involved in the basilisk project, as shown in Vee's flashbacks in Yesterday's Lie. It's not my favorite theory by any means, but it's a super interesting one, very angsty.

My personal theory, however, and the theory on which I base a few of my other Vee headcanons, is that all the myriad differences between Vee and the other basilisks can be explained away by a simple case of sexual dimorphism in the basilisk species. "Number 5" was simply the only "male" basilisk shown on screen.

Now, what's the evidence for this theory? There is none! As with all the best headcanons, there's no real reason it should be true, but there's ALSO no definitive evidence it isn't true.

So, Number 5 escaped the labs, wandered into the Human Realm, took the form of the only human he'd seen, and spent 3 months at summer camp incidentally trying out being a girl. Turns out, she liked it! So when the time came to give Luz back her identity, Vee made her own new form a girl too.

Now, this headcanon comes with some... caveats? Complications? Sprinkles of realism? I like to imagine some extraneous silly little plot points surrounding this.

Gonna mention 'nads & stuff in purple, so skip past it if you're squeamish about people having body parts or whatever.

When Vee took on Luz's form, she didn't really know what was going on under all those clothes, so she improvised, and kept things as close to her basilisk form as possible. It was partly to conserve magic during the shift, and partly just because she couldn't imagine what to put there. This meant she had a dick, and probably a pretty funny-looking one, too, until she came across a human health textbook and got a better picture of what that whole situation is supposed to look like.

Eventually, during an accident with someone in the Cabin 7 crew (probably standard "woops, didnt realize you were changing in here" shenanigans), someone catches her with her pants down, and she accidentally makes them think Luz is trans. A silly little mixup, definitely no consequences in the future, for sure.

After this, Vee ends up learning about pride flags and their meanings, and starts collecting those things like trading cards. She is staggeringly queer. I tend to think of her as bi/pan/demi-rose, genderqueer, genderfluid (usually on a sliding scale between fem and neutral, but outside that range often enough to be noteworthy), and polyam (in theory, anyways, but even by the epilogue she's still only had one partner, Masha. Granted, she's only maybe 18 by then, so she's got a LOT of time left to try things out), but because that's So Many Labels, she tends to simplify down to Queer. Am I projecting? Yeah, a little. Maybe a lot. So what?

Anyways, when Luz comes back and Vee picks out her own human form, she mostly performs a 1-1 translation from her basilisk form to her human form (matching her standing height, size, approximate face shape, etc), and in so doing, takes on a few typically-masculine characteristics (like a mostly-flat, somewhat-wide chest, bodyfat mostly at her belly, and of course, a (normal, human) dick (most of the time, anyways; she is a shapeshifter, and can do whatever she wants forever)), resulting in her rather androgynous appearance. If her human form is gonna be her, it's gonna reflect her truth: she wasn't always a girl, but she is now. In the epilogue, her human form looks a bit more feminine/less androgynous than before (most notably with wider hips), as if she'd been on HRT for long enough to see some changes.

Now, I've also got all manner of general Basilisk Biology Headcanons, such as how shapeshifting works (magic is used to perform transformations, and reverting to their natural form doesn't use any; holding a transformation only burns calories, not magic; transformations are holistic, inside-and-out, with the two exceptions being the brain and whatever organ stores collected magic), how magical hunger works (it doesn't quite exist, they're not vampires, eating/draining magic is just a thing they Can do in order to transform, not a thing they Have to do to live; however, when a basilisk is hungry, it begins burning through its magic to stave off malnutrition, causing them to seek out magically dense food (really just magic in general, kinda maladaptive like humans' sugar cravings)), how mass distribution works when they transform (they retain their weight when they take on new forms, which limits their transformed size by how far they can compress/decompress their mass. this is part of why the Inspector was so hungry; they were near the limits of how far they could compress, and burning through calories like crazy to stay that way), their natural habitat (fins on their tails suggest they're at least semi-aquatic, but the fact that they stayed on the Boiling Isles as they fled from Belos suggests that they're not immune to (and thus not native to) the Boiling Sea, therefore I propose that they were native to lakes, the only bodies of water shown not to be boiling all the time. also they use their shapeshifting to change their bouyancy as they dive for mollusks or whatever), reproduction (internal fertilization, followed by egg laying; they can change their physical sex pretty much at will, because they're shapeshifters, but if it's not their "natural" form, it still consumes magic to get into that form and burns extra calories to hold the form; fertilization and pregnancy tends to go quite poorly if a basilisk changes/reverts to a form that doesn't have the proper equipment for whatever child they're currently bearing), and so on (basilisk eyes are adapted for underwater, leaving them relatively nearsighted unless transformed to be otherwise, and they have a short-term photographic memory to make assembling accurate disguises on the fly easier/possible), but I don't really feel the need to go tooooo into detail with all that >.>

12. What do you consider the most memorable scene? Why?

That's a very tough choice, between the graveyard fight in Thanks to Them (Very intense. Very beautiful, very powerful) and the Lumity dance in Enchanting Grom Fright (Very romantic. Very beautiful, very powerful). They both basically defined the fandom brainrot after their respective releases, and unlike the various season finales, there was little else cutting in to interrupt and distract from them. Just tasty, tasty action, one at the breathtaking height of fluff, and the other in the soul-crushing depths of angst.

A close third, to whichever one of those is only second-best, would be the duel for the portal key in Eclipse Lake (Very dramatic. Very beautiful, very powerful). Another big action scene, who'd'a thunk it, and another angsty one, too.

[closurechilde]

Day 12: Breeding

...I would trade away my soul to choke on this man's dick everyday HES SO HOT-

MY NATIONAL FOOTBALL TEAM IS PLAYING SO THANK EVERY GOD U BELIEVE IN FOR THIS MIRACLE. (Ended up posting this before going to school) cw. f!reader, breeding, husband!diluc, alcohol consumption, creampie (?), breeding n pregnancy mention

An heir. Diluc had always thought about it after mourning the death of his father. Even if he was still young, he knew he would need someone to leave with this empire.

That's when you came into the scene. A pretty lady who went every Saturday to Angel's share for only a glass of wine that you'd gulp down in an hour and a half if you found someone to have a nice chat with. That someone was usually Charles until Diluc decided to take the Saturdays to try and strike a chance with you.

And damn did he strike a chance.

Four years after your first encounter, you find yourself on the winery balcony, looking at the starry night hovering over Mondstadt with a glass of grape juice in your hand that replaced the glass of wine and 'Ragnvndir' as your last name.

He looks at you from the inside of his office. The dimly lighted balcony with a simple light and the moon.

He notices you. He notices the changes you made for him. He notices how you changed the wine for the grape juice so he could kiss you without worrying about the taste of alcohol. He notices how you gave your lifestyle a 180° turn: from being an adventurer to staying at home a bit more, enjoying the walks around the winery, or to the city and back, sometimes lingering a bit more because you couldn't contain your adventurous spirit.

But he notices the most important things. He notices how you usually stop to play a bit with the children of Mondstadt who asks you to play with them. He notices how you carefully and lovingly tend Bennett's wounds and how you feel terrible when you make his wound hurt while you chant a string of 'sorry''s.

He also notices the way your ring shines under the moonlight and decides to take the matter with his own hands.

He gets up and goes near you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You jolt a bit before your hand goes to caress his nape. "Did you finish?" You ask with that soft voice that always soothes him to sleep and the one he could spend hours listening to it non-stop.

He nods. "I've been thinking, my love..." He starts. "Would you like to... start a family? Like... have kids?" He finally asks.

You turn around to look at him in the eye. The light shine in his eyes showing you how much he wanted to.

"You want to have kids with me?" You ask.

"Yes. Without a doubt, yes." He tells you and it doesn't take you long to kiss him deeply. A silent answer for his question.

[...]

"Haah... NghHn, Dil-!" You moan, the headboard of your shared bed slamming against the wall as he ruts himself into your overly-used cunt, fucking his three previous loads into you while he chants how this is the last one. Just what he said two loads ago.

"One more, sweetheart..." He pants, licking from your collarbone to your neck to leave a hickey there. "Gotta make sure -fuck- my pretty wife takes my seed. Gonna get this belly round and big with my baby... our baby, yeah?" He grunts, folding you in half as he keeps pounding into you faster.

You nod with glassy eyes, feeling dizzy as you moan loudly and roll your eyes back, tightening around him.

"Come for me, doll..."

He leans down into you, hiding in the crook of your neck to kiss it softly, leaving one or two hickeys on the way.

You grab his cheeks and kiss him, moaning into his mouth as you coat his whole shaft in your slick before he throbs inside you and stills his hips against yours cumming deep inside you.

"... I promise this is the last one." He says before he starts moving again.

You found out, that night, that your husband can be the biggest liar in the whole Teyvat.

[sophiebernadotte]

15 people, 15 questions

Thanks for tagging me @queen-of-boops & @sparxaf 🥰

1) Are you named after anyone?

Nope.

2) When was the last time you cried?

This past night, I got the brilliant idea to, at 00:30, read a Chenford fanfic where Lucy died & Tim had a full breakdown. You can find it here if you also want to have cry xx

3) Do you have kids?

Does my dog count? Yes, yes, she does. So yeah, I do have one kid.

4) What sports do you play/have you played?

I did horseback riding for a little over 11 years.

5) Do you use sarcasm?

I'm fluent in it (imagine me doing a hair flip here)

6) What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Good question... I would say hair or outfit.

7) What’s your eye colour?

Blueish-grey.

8) Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, 100%! You're talking to someone who found Scream too scary to watch... 😂

9) Any talents?

Spending hours upon hours scrolling through Tumblr & reblogging pictures.

10) Where were you born?

For privacy reasons, I'm just gonna say somewhere in Västerbotten.

11) What are your hobbies?

See the answer to question 9. Apart from that, I've re-fallen in love with pilates this autumn.

12) Do you have any pets?

Yes, I do & thank you for asking. She's only been mentioned once so far, which is a crime, in her opinion 😂 According to Ana, she's the centre of the universe & everyone should be focused on giving her attention. & she's correct 🥰

13) How tall are you?

158 cm, which apparently is around 5'2.

14) Favorite subject in school?

Is anyone surprised if I say it was history? 😂 I liked all of the social science subjects, to be fair...

15) Dream job?

Being paid to talk about royalty the whole day would be a dream.

Not gonna lie, I wasn't sure if I would be able to think of 15 people to tag, but here we go: @death-of-astar @bridgertonbabe @silverhallow @lizisanamimal @world-of-wales @cambridgemadness @princesscatherinemiddleton @amiscellaneouscollaboration @amymarched @corbenic @foreverinthepagesofhistoryy @royal-things @grandmaster-anne @tim-lucy @bridgertonian & anyone else who feels like answering these questions, consider yourself tagged by me :)

[cupcake-hearts]

Clone Simps in the Star Wars Universe Part 2

I'm glad people liked the first one so I decided to add to it. Yes the simps in this galaxy are much like the simps in our galaxy, but where's the fun if the clones don't know about it?

The council tries to keep the whole 'clone simps' on the down-low (typical government).

But the clones eventually do find out, but each battalion finds out in a different way.

Shock Troopers

Thire is tackled to the ground, and what they thought was an act of assault actually turned out to be a girl unable to express her love in a healthy way.

She even managed to yell "take me, daddy" at the guard restraining her.

Needless to say the Corrie Guards won't ever forget her.

501st (& Anakin & Ahsoka)

The 501st found out because two civilian men somehow managed to get clone trooper uniforms and sneak into their ranks.

They were being complete dumb asses at the time so Rex almost didn't notice them.

They would have gotten away with it, expect one of them sneezed and took off his helmet to clean it out.

After they were found out, they were questioned by Anakin.

"THE GENERAL SKYWALKER!"

Anakin is use to women fawning over him, but having two fan boys telling him how cool he is, is almost too much.

...almost too much.

After an hour of "interrogations" (most of the questions came from the fan boys) Ahsoka has to intervene.

Expect for "IT'S AHSOKA TANO!"

This goes on for a few more hours with various clone troopers coming and going.

When the day ends, they are released and told not to do it again. Because-

"How can we punish such caring and supportive citizens?"

212th

Shipping is a thing and Cody and Obi-Wan are the last to know about it.

The rumors fly around the Negotiator.

No one knows who started them or who found out first, but they are everywhere now...

"Did you hear about the commander and the general?" "Is that allowed?" "Is it even true?"

And with little else to talk about (they have little to no social life away from eachother) the rumors only grow.

"You know, they do stand awfully close to each other." "Did you hear how he told the commander to 'take care'?" "I thought jedi couldn't be in relationships." "I heard someone say they saw Cody coming from the general's quarters the other night." "No, you're making that up." "I'm serious. I over heard it in the cafeteria."

"Well, I'm happy for them." "Yeah, I think they make a good couple." -seemed to be the final thoughts about it.

Of course, no one thought to ask either of them if it were true.

They're not dating, but Cody is a little more than mortified that his secret crush got out, and is currently all over the internet. Last time he tells Rex anything in confidence.

Obi-Wan has a completely different reaction when he comes across the ship.

"You're real name is 'Kote'?"

"Yes, sir."

"Huh. Interesting."

104th

Any clone in steel grey is automatically howled at.

Anyone not part of the wolf pack is confused as hell.

But Commander Wolffe doesn't realize how popular he is until he gets fan mail.

Wtf?

He was going to throw it away, but Plo Koon stops him.

"I think you should write her back," the jedi says when he finds out the sender is only 12.

Wolffe complies but immediately regrets it when-

"Oh my force! Wolffe replies to fan mail!"

"Remember, you did the right thing, and that young lady will always look up to you," his general tells him.

Still Wolffe wishes he didn't have a 1000+ letters to respond to.

Luckily he doesn't have to answer them alone since over half of them are addressed to the Wolf Pack as a whole.

327th

There's fanart of Aayla pegging Bly. (No, I'm dead serious. Its real and on Twitter somewhere.)

Bly spends most of his day worrying that one of his men, or worse his general, will see it.

He tells himself that if anyone sees it, he'll just deny its actually him

"We're clones. That could be anybody."

"I DON'T CARE IF WE HAVE THE SAME TATTOOS! THAT'S CLEARLY SOMEONE ELSE!"

Little does he know, Aayla's already seen it.

No, she didn't screenshot it. She did.

[singguks]

ditto ✩ knj

✩ SECOND HAM RADIO CHAT OF EVERYTHINGOES

━━━━━  PREVIOUS & NEXT !

in which... the mysterious girl keeps intriguing namjoon and he is ready to act upon it !

✩ April 8, 2018

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“Namjoon, are you there?”

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“Please-”

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“I’m here”

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“STELLAR!”

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“How are you this evening?”

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“Doing good, yeah. *chuckles* How about you?”

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“Bitchin’ honestly! But also running a bit out of time…”

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“Bitchin’?”

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“Yes *laughs* I have been really happy since yesterday… When you picked up, you know.”

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“Oh... I didn’t know the expression *laughs*”

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“But you said you were running late?”

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“Woah… You’re even more old-school than I. Nice to know!”

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“And yes. I have to do some errands for my parents today… A hassle. Should we start?” 

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“Oh, also before we commence! We should do that thing when for example I’m done talking I say cambio, over, and out. That way we’ll know when to answer!” 

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“Sounds good to me”

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“You forgot the cambio, over, and out!”

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“Shit! Yeah, sorry.”

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“Cambio, over and out!” 

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“*laughs* Ok. Let’s begin-”

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“Perhaps we could just say over instead of the whole thing… It’s more practical”

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“Over.” 

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“See?”

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“Over!”

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“Noted!”

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“Anything else? Over”

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“No. I’m good!”

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“Over! Almost forgot… Over.” 

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“Oh my God *soundly laughter* let’s just begin!”

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“Ok, first question! What is one part of your every-!”

“KANG HYORI MOVE- *indecipherable dialogue* Your dad is waiting!”

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“Namjoon I’m sorry, my mom is rushing me! Can you answer tomorrow? Over!”

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“Uhm… Tomorrow I, uh… I have this thing. I’m sorry…”

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“But I’m free starting on Thursday! Over”

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“Works for me! The question is: what is one part of your everyday routine that you’d be better off without? Think of it and I’ll see you in three days! Over!”

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“I’ll be here… Over.”

✩ April 12, 2018

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"Base calling Namjoon! Are you in? Over!"

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"Base calling Namjoon...? Over."

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"I'm here! *sound of things falling* Ow-! Over."

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"Are you ok there? *chuckles* Over"

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"Sorry, I was rushing *laughs nervously*"

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I thought I wasn't going to make it because of the rush hour, over"

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"Is your work far from home? Over"

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"Uhm, it depends..."

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"How so? Over!"

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"Well... Sometimes I can go by bicycle. But sometimes I have to uhm... report? To other places. So I go with uh- with colleagues in their car. Over"

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"Oh my God! There're so many things I want to ask now... *chuckles excitedly* Like- Don't you drive? What do you work with?! And- and... Where do you live? Maybe we passed by each other... Maybe!

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So many things! *laughs* Over!"

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"*chuckles nervously* Yeah... Maybe!"

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"But uhm... No, I don't drive- I'm too chaotic for it I guess... Over"

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"I'm sorry, I'm sounding too much like a creep, ain't I? I promise you don't have to talk about yourself in depth. I'm sorry!"

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It's just- You sound like a nice guy and I felt too comfortable with you. I don't know what got to me *jumpy chuckles* it's like I feel we know each other for a long time... Sorry. Over"

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"It's... It's fine. You don't have to apologize."

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"If I'm being honest, *sound of clearing throat* you also felt familiar to me too. Over"

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"About the question! Did you think about it? Do you have an answer already?"

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"*chuckles* Yes, I do. Over"

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"Stellar! Let's hear it, over!"

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"I'd say the part of it I would throw away- knowing I'd be better without it, would be the time I spend overthinking and scrutinizing my actions. Over"

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"I really like your answer..."

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"I don't like that you do it, of course! It's just. I can relate to it, over"

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"Yeah... Lately I have a lot of thoughts when it comes to my own self... And I feel it's better to have unconditional faith without any evidence. To just believe that I am doing well... Because no one is perfect. Over"

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"Hyori?"

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"I was thinking... You really have a way with words *laughs softly* and with people."

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"I should write it and frame it. I think it would energize me to see what you just said every day before leaving for work *laughs* over!"

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"*laughs* Write instead this... Are you ready to type? Over"

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"Wait! Let me grab a paper! *thumping sound*"

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"Ever so enthusiastic!"

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"Ok, go! Over"

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"*laughs* *clears throat* always chant do it to myself. believe in myself and just do it. not do well but just do it. it will turn well after."

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"Over!"

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"Got it!"

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"I'm leaving this stuck to my mirror-"

"HYORI! MOM IS ASKING FOR YOU *people talking in the background*"

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"Ugh. Namjoon, I'm so sorry. I have to go again... My brother is calling. *chuckles apologetically* I am the one needing your help, yet I'm always the one having to leave..."

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"It's fine *chuckles* I have to go too... I have uhm... Something scheduled."

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"But uh... You still have more questions right? Over!"

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"*laughs* I do! Can we talk tomorrow? Same time? Over"

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"Tomorrow it's hard for me... What about Monday? Over"

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"Monday it's complicated... I'm working past hours... Tuesday works?"

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"Tuesday it is. Same time, over!"

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"Deal~ And again... I don't know why you're helping- maybe you're just that nice, but whatever your reasoning is... Thank you! I'm-"

"HYORI!"

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"UGH HYUN! I'M COMING!"

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"Namjoon I really have to go... But Tuesday-"

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"Tuesday. I'll wait. Over"

✩ April 17, 2018

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"So you wouldn't approach them? Over"

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"I wouldn't. Even if it was Kim MinKi, I wouldn't..."

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"I would love to! It's just that I think he is allowed to have his privacy. And besides, I can always send love from far away. I can be in awe by him from afar *chuckles* Over"

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"Kim Minki? The one that sings Morning Dew? Over"

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"Yes! Who else? *laughs* Over"

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"Wow...! My mom is a fan of his *laughs* You weren't kidding when you said you were old-school *chuckles* Over"

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"Your mom has great taste! *laughs*"

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"But why the question? Would you bother your idol? Over"

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"It was just something I uh... I was debating with a friend the other day... And well, my friend- Let's say my friend would rather obsess with a famous person and I wouldn't. I would respect their privacy because idols are people too"

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"People don't tend to think like that at first, *chuckles sadly* and I kind of get it... Still wouldn't do it though. Over"

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"I stand with you. I wouldn't do it either... Even if it was my beloved Minki! *laughs*"

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"*laughs* You and Minki aren't a pairing I can imagine, I'm sorry to say!"

✩ April 18, 2018

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"Hm... I see it for you! I think I'm more on the receiving end though..."

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"I often pend to the acts of service myself, but when it comes to gifts I'd sincerely say I like to receive more *chuckles* I get anxious overthinking if the person will like it! Over"

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"*laughs* I can also see that for you! *laughs*"

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"But I'll make sure to gift you something nice for your birthday! For helping me and all, over"

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"I'll make sure to find you something Minki related in return! *laughs*"

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"You have to hurry then, my birthday is on the seventh already *chuckles amused* Over"

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"Of May?!"

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"Yes! *chuckles* but I was kidding!"

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"You don't need to give me a thing! Over"

✩ April 20, 2018

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"And how was the job thing you said you were anxious for? Over"

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"It went surprisingly well! *chuckles* And you were right I'm afraid... Sometimes we just have to find the little joy in things, even in obligations... Over"

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"I knew you'd come through! And I'm happy you did! Over"

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"Me too... But how about you? What was the next question?"

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"Last time we spoke I was the one having to rush... Over"

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"Right! So the question was what’s a question you wish people would ask when they meet you for the first time? Over!"

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"Oh wow... That's an interesting one."

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"I think I would like to be asked something that the answer could resonate more with who I truly am rather than what the social persona of me is- or represents..."

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"Hm... Like what? Over"

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"Like for example... What is a song that makes you dance no matter what? Or maybe... What is a scent that brings you fond memories? Things like that instead of the basic what do you work in? You know? Over"

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"Yes! I see what you mean!"

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"And what would be your answers to your own questions? Over"

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"Do you need that too? For your research? Over"

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"*chuckles* No... That was just for my own curiosity! Over"

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"You first! Over"

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"Hm... The scent has to be lavender for me! I still remember how my grandma used to wash my hair and apply lavender to it when I was little *chuckles* and that brings lots of memories!"

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"And the song... Uhm... Recently, it's that song- What's it called? From that movie... Heavens! It's uhm... *sings shyly*"

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"*laughs* What a feeling? From the movie Flashdance?"

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"YES! That's the one! I just saw it recently but I couldn't remember *laughs* I'm not great with titles! Over"

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"After that, it's officially decided I will be making you a mixtape with the greatest hits *laughs* Just like Peter Quill, over"

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"*chuckles* I don't know who's that but I hope Kim Minki is making the cut!!!"

✩ April 24, 2018

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"Base to Hyori... You there?"

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"I was a bit late today but I-"

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"I'm here!!!"

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"Hi *laughs*"

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"Hi! *chuckles* How was your day? Over"

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"It was uhm... Packed! Nothing new. What about yours? Over"

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"Tiring! Nothing new *chuckles* Over"

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"*chuckles along* I uh..."

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"Yes...?"

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"Well I was thinking..."

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"That's normally a good sign *laughs amused* Over"

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"*chuckles nervously* Yes but uhm... I think I have a proposition for you..."

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"Go on..."

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"What do you think of... Maybe- Maybe meeting me tomorrow?"

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"If you can obviously! Because we can totally not do it-"

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"Namjoon?"

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"Maybe it was a silly proposition, right? Maybe-"

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"Namjoon!"

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"Yes?"

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"It's a bitchin' idea! I would very much like to meet you *chuckles softly*"

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"Tomorrow at 4 pm? Over"

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"Stellar! Where? Over"

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"Uhm... I found a bookstore the other day I really liked... It's in a tucked corner, and there's a bench right in front. It's actually where I got my radio from *laughs* Abel's Bookstore is the name of-"

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"Oh my God! I know it! It's owned by an acquaintance of mine!"

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"Really? Oh-"

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"Yes! His name is Abel, just like his dad. That's why the bookstore is named that way, obviously *chuckles* We went to the same school! And his mom is really kind! Over"

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"I think I met his dad then when I visited! Over"

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"Probably! They don't have other workers there..."

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"So... It's a uhm- date?"

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"It's a date!"

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Adventures of Chika Hanabusa: The Restoration of Earth

Disclaimer: This book follows the events of Percy Jackson and Heros of Olympus fanfic, this fanfic will not include Trails of Apollo, The Kane Chronicles, and Magnus Chase.

Chapter 23: Reunion Party

Chika PoV

I woke up from my sleep and I proceeded to get ready. I brushed my teeth, and I went to the shower. I decided to make the shower hot because it is relaxing, these showers are like miniature rain. Once I’m done with the shower, I put on a green sweater, jean shorts, and a white headband for my hair. Reyna was waiting on the couch for me, and she was wearing black leggings with a purple shirt with Camp Jupiter written on it.

“I’m curious Reyna, is that the only shirt you have?” I pointed and snickered while Reyna glared at me.

“Of course not but it is comfortable, hey are you teasing me?” Reyna says in an annoyed tone. I just laugh out loud.

“Yes, I am!!! I'm sorry, you are just so cute to tease.” I winked while Reyna softened her glare and looked amused.

“You were never that bold with me before, if anything you were pretty shy.” Reyna did a small smile while I sat next to her on the couch.

“It was because I wasn’t sure how to act around you, but then I realized that I have to become bolder and more confident to get your attention.” Reyna looks on amused.

“I’m glad that you are comfortable with me now. I still would love to hang out with you if the offer still stands.”

“I would love-” I was about to answer but suddenly a black girl with brownish hair with golden eyes and an overweight Chinese boy looked on at us in some magical hologram thing.

“Sorry if we iris message you at the wrong time. Jason forgot to tell you about the reunion party we are having later in the afternoon. It is still going to be at Camp Jupiter, and Percy promises to bring in pizza. Nico will also pick up everybody through shadow travel." The black girl says informative. Man, this is so random, Reyna's friends just appeared out of nowhere and invited her to a pizza party.

“I will be there, I would also like to bring a friend if that’s alright?” Reyna asks while the black girl and Chinese boy look at each other and look back to the screen.

"Sure." The Chinese boy says and suddenly the magical hologram of the two is gone. I look at Reyna and even she looks a little bit surprised by the iris message.

“Hey Reyna, are you sure you want me to meet your friends?” I asked uncertainty. I will be honest, I’m super nervous about meeting Reyna's pals. God forbid that they might find me awkward and weird.

“Yeah, I am.” Reyna cast a warm smile and I stare back nervously with sweat coming from my forehead and my heart rate going slightly up.

“I don’t mind meeting your friends, but I'm worried that they could find me weird or like they could prevent you from hanging out with me?" Reyna pats my forehead and strokes my hair.

"They will not be like that if anything they might worry about you finding them weird because they were child soldiers and weapons for the gods their whole lives," Reyna says in a sad voice. I guess the whole child soldier is normal in this demigod world. I'm glad that Father allows me to have a normal life instead of sending me to these camps that make child soldiers.

“I guess I could give them a chance. Where will this Nico guy show up?” I ask

“Probably either 12 or 1 pm” She answered, and I quickly checked the time from the kitchen oven. It is 11:30 am right now, so pretty 30 minutes or an hour from now. I saw a note on the fridge as well, it was in Father’s handwriting. The letter is pretty much him saying that he will spend a night with his friends, and he trusts me to look after the house. I can’t blame him since it’s a Saturday and I’m leaving to meet with Reyna’s friends.

Suddenly I hear a door knock and I quickly look through a window. It looks like some emo kid with a black hoodie and black chains around his pants.

“Hey Reyna, is that Nico?” Reyna came over to the window and she looked a bit excited.

“Yeah, he is" I quickly open the door for the kid and the kid steps into the home. He looks a bit happy to see Reyna. I guess they are good friends.

“Nice to see you again Reyna.” Nico holds out his hand and Reyna just hugs him like he’s her little brother.

“Nice to see you. Nico, this is Chika.” I quickly bow to him, and we shake hands.

"Thanks for looking after Reyna, Chika," Nico said in gratitude while I blushed madly.

"It's more like the other way around." I rubbed the back of my head and laughed awkwardly.

“Well anyway I hope you girls are ready, I’m very hungry and Percy better bring the good kind of pizza.” We quickly got out of the house and Nico grabbed both of our hands and he gathered the shadow around. Oh no not this again, man I hate shadow travelling. Even back when Hyun uses it, I still hate the feeling of your body disintegrating into shadows. I felt my body disintegrating and suddenly we were back with Baccus Garden once my body came back from the shadows. There is a huge table set up for us and a bunch of teenagers like us sitting on the chairs like they were waiting for us.

The black girl and Chinese boy that was from the Iris message earlier came towards us and greeted us, “Hey sorry from earlier, my name is Hazel and this is my boyfriend Frank” She pointed towards Frank while the Chinese boy, Frank, looked on sheepishly.

“Yeah we are very sorry about that situation," Frank says apologetically.

“No it's fine, I was just surprised. Thank you for letting me go with Reyna to this party." I say in gratitude. Suddenly a blonde girl with grey eyes and a teenage boy with sea-green eyes appeared and they brought Dominos.

“Hey guys, I Got PIZZA!!!!!!" the teenage boy with green eyes shouted

“They can already tell Seaweed Brain.” The blond girl stated the obvious.

“I know Wise Girl, I’m just happy we don’t have to deal with godly dram anymore.” The boy says in a laidback manner. Reyna and I took our seats on the table and looked at who was sitting across from me, It was Jason Grace with his white dress shirt, and next to him was a native American girl with colorful eyes holding onto him. It looks like they are a couple.

"Nice to see you again Reyna and Chika," Jason says politely while his girlfriend looks at me in curiosity, as if she's wondering if I'm a threat. Frank brought the plates and he gave everybody else plates and napkins. The green-eyed teenager gives us each a slice of pizza. It's your classic hand-tossed cheese pizza from Domino's. Nico, Frank, and Jason look like they tasted Dominos for the first time and they seem to enjoy it. Piper, Reyna, and I just calmly ate our slices and tried to savor the flavor. The blonde girl and the green-eyed teenager sit at the center of the table. The green-eyed teenager calls out to me, "Do you want to introduce yourself?"

I took center stage in front of the other people, “My name is Chika Hanabusa and I’m a daughter of Demeter. I’ve let Reyna stay in my home for this semester.” The blonde girl and the native American girl stare at me.

“If you are a daughter of Demeter, how come you never been to Camp Half-Blood?” the blonde girl asked in curiosity.

“Because my father didn’t exactly trust it. My godly mother just relented and let me have something closer to a normal life. Reyna told me that you all must sacrifice your childhoods to keep the world safe. For that, you guys have my gratitude." I say as I bow to the group.

“No problem, my name is Piper Mclean and I’m a daughter of Aphrodite and Slayer of Mother Earth.” The native American girl with colorful eyes says as she finishes up her slice.

"I'm Percy Jackson and son of Poseidon," The green eye teenager says as he is eating the slice.

“I’m Annabeth Chase and I’m a daughter of Athena. I'm also the architect of Olympus, survivor of Tartarus, defeater of the Titan King, and the discoverer of Athena Parthenos" The blonde girl says with a smug smile while Percy looks on with hearts in his eyes. I have a feeling that they are a couple.  Dang this girl is very accomplished and she seems very proud of it.

"You already met me before, but I want to be formal this time. My name is Jason Grace and I'm the son of Jupiter and also slayer of Gaia.” Jason looks on with electricity spinning around his eyes.

“My name is Hazel Levesque and I'm the daughter of Pluto. I am part of the seven with Frank, Jason, Percy, Piper, Annabeth, and Leo."  Everybody looks on in sadness when this Leo is brought up, I'm assuming that he died during the quest.

“Honestly we owe all of this to Leo, he sacrificed himself to burn Gaia, so we can sit here and have pizza," Jason says as everybody else is silently listening to Jason, I guess the wounds of Leo passing away really did a number on them. Just what did Gaia do to them? I wonder if she gives a damn about how her actions hurt these innocent people? I know that she must have terrorized them.

“I’m just glad that we don’t have to deal with Gaia, She and the gods of Olympus ruined our lives far enough. Honestly, guys, I'm thinking about leaving both camps and just giving the mortal world a chance. Piper and I already talked about this, and we will leave once the party is over." Percy just pats him on the shoulder while Frank and Hazel tearfully hug him. Both Nico and Reyna look at Jason in sympathy. Annabeth looks on to Jason in understanding.

“You know Jason, I feel the same way. I’m leaving both camps again. I want to find myself away from being a son of Hades.” Everybody looked shocked while Reyna looked like she got shot in the chest. I can tell that Nic means so much to Reyna because she is fighting back tears. Suddenly Reyna tackled hug Nico to the ground while Nico looked startled. Everybody looks on in amusement.

“Nico, you better stay alive or else.” Reyna threatened while Nico just chuckled.

"Don't worry Reyna I will be. I will always be here for you guys no matter what. I just want to explore myself.” Nico says earnestly.

“What about Will?” Jason asked

“He and I broke up; we realize that we are better as friends. He even supported me on this.” Percy looks unsure of what Nico and Jason are doing while Annabeth looks on in approval.

“It’s safe to say but we all need a break from being a demigod. Jason and Piper have fun with being regular high schoolers. Nico, you are always welcome to Camp Half-Blood” Annabeth says sternly. I’m assuming she’s the leader of the group.

"And Camp Jupiter" Reyna stated while Nico laughed.

“You know, we should all dance together one last time.” Percy grabbed Annabeth and they just danced. Frank carries Hazel and proceeds to dance with her. Jason and Piper just dance on the spot while Reyna, Nico, and I watch them dance together. Even after all of that crap that they went to, they still had time to have fun. These poor demigods are just victims of the higher power, I could have been like them if Father didn’t fight for me. I decided to awkwardly dance around them but Reyna also held my hand together and we just danced together. Nico looks super surprised to see Reyna dancing with me. I’m kinda shocked too and I can feel everybody else looking at me.

“Pretend that they are not there.”I buried my head in Reyna's shoulder while she tenderly held my hands together. Before you know it, they all fade to the background, and Reyna, and I dance in our separate world.

As everybody stopped dancing, we all finished our pizzas. I want to ask the group questions before the party is over.

"Hey guys I was wondering what exactly Gaia did to you?" Everybody looks uneasy like they were traumatized by her actions.

“She started the Second Giant War, she tries to trick Hazel by bringing both her and her mother to Alaska to revive, she causes the fire that killed Leo's mom, he stole Thanatos doors which caused Percy, Annabeth, and Nico to travel through Tartarus to close them, and she's been manipulating Camp Half-Blood And Camp Jupiter to go to war with each other," Jason stated while everybody else nodded on.

"It's just very messed up that a being will do all of this to you guys," I say in a compassionate tone. Gaia needs to answer for all she has done to this group of demigods, she can’t just ruin people's lives.

"Honestly the gods are selfish scumbags, they never care about who they hurt. I'm glad that Leo burns that  bitch alive. We have always been manipulated to fight their wars. Gaia, Cronus, and Zeus are all horrible.” Percy angrily says while everybody just silently agrees. No one wants to argue with Percy, not even his girlfriend.

“I’m not going to lie; I was very nervous meeting you guys since all of you are Reyna’s friends. You guys are chill, and I hope that we can hang out again.” Everybody just applauds and gives me a handshake.

The group told me more horror stories about the war and some like Jason and Percy taught me some fighter pointers. Hazel showed me how she manipulated the ground and I showed her about making some plants grow faster. Hazel has cooler abilities than I do, I guess we children of Demeter are pretty much useless.

Everybody watched Annabeth and Reyna spar and I could confidently see that they could beat up UFC fighters. They are so evenly matched, and they both landed some successful hits at each other. Piper looks very uncertain around me and just doesn’t attempt to talk to me. I wonder if she hates my guts or something.

Despite Piper being a bit cold to me, the party was a blast, and we all had a good time. Next time I see Gaia, I will need to confront her on all of this. She needs to know why her actions are just plain wrong.

[astorytotellyourfriends]

annual writing self-evaluation

All answers should be about works published in 2023.

i. Optional if applicable: link to last year’s self-evaluation

1. List of works published this year (in the order that they were posted):

as per usual that list is too long for this post so here's my 2023 fic roundup

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

far and away it has to be before i bury you purely because it was 1. SUCH an endeavor to begin with, and 2. so unbelievably different from anything i've written before. like, the criminal minds au was me dipping my toe into the pool of horror/suspense, and this fic was diving in headfirst. and i know it's not everyone's cup of tea (or most people's, tbh) but i've been so pleased with the reactions of those who have read it and i'm so, so thankful for it 💛 (honorable mentions to always have & i always will and a tender age, tho)

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

it's not that i'm not proud of it but a fic that's been hanging over my head all year is if the fates allow because god i hate that it's almost been a year since i updated it and I'VE BEEN TRYING to work on it but my brain just refuses to focus on it! i'm really hoping to finish it soon, though (and the gd pirate au too UGH).

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

man am i glad i did an ask meme like a week ago that asked this question so i can snag an answer from that rather than spending 3 hours combing through my fics lol

5. Share or describe a favorite comment you received:

lmfao @cyraclove left this one on a snippet of the onlyfans au i sent her and it's my favorite thing ever

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

there's been a few instances of that over the last year but no specific events immediately come to mind. it seems to come and go in waves for me and all i can do is just ride it out and hope my inspiration comes back.

7. A scene or character that you wrote that surprised you:

ok like i swear to god i never thought i would write omegaverse and yet a tender age happened and it basically came pouring out of me and onto the page so like?? what the hell was that??? (also no i have not forgotten i promised a sequel, it's percolating i promise)

8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

i tried new genres!! i really enjoyed the writing process!! (even if it made me absolutely insane at times)

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

i've said this a billion times before but i think next year i want to try writing original stuff alongside fic. idk if i'll finish a whole novel or what, but i'd at least like to start something.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

my friends 💛

11. Anything in your real life show up in your writing this year:

not that i can think of but i did actually let my sister read some of my stuff and she told me that i have a lot of ust in my writing and (yes this is weird but she's my sister and i know she means well) that she wished i had an outlet for it irl so like. i guess that's something?

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

i always say the same goddamn thing and today i saw a post that really encapsulated that so i'm just going to copy it here:

13. Any new projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

as per usual, so many. i've got a bunch half-started already that i haven't shared yet and i'm really hoping to be able to get them Mostly Finished before i start posting them, so keep your fingers crossed and an eye out 👀

14. Tag three writers/artists whose answers you’d like to read:

@cyraclove, @medusasfinalgirl, @staceymcgillicuddy (and anybody else who would like to do this, i'm tagging u)

[zelda7999]

'Letting them sleep when they should be awake' and/or 'Staying awake just in case they have a nightmare' from the sleeping prompts owo - @clxckwork-sun-n-moon

So I went a little ham with this one! Enjoy!! (that's why it took me nearly 12 hours to answer your ask ksjdlhafkljshdf)

Here's the Ao3 link -> Here!

and below the cut is the Tumblr version!

Title: Better with Company Part 2 | Words: 1'667

Better with Company Part 2

Eclipse’s apartment had changed ever so slightly since your last couple visits. Things seemed a little more organized, and the biggest change was furniture was moved and his room now contained a bed. He didn’t need that, but you weren’t about to mention that.

 “Did you get another desk chair?”

 Because of course the spare chair by his work desk was the more important change in the room. His original desk chair is still there, a simple wheelie chair, the kind you would find in an underfunded office space. Meanwhile the new chair beside it (also having wheels) is plush and comfortable looking. There was even a neck rest on it. A neck rest that Eclipse would be way too tall to use.

 “Yes, I did! When we spend time together we have a habit of taking work home with us. Many times working at the same desk for hours at a time! So I got you a chair.”

 Most times prior when that happened you had been sitting, and Eclipse opted for standing. Now if you so choose both of you could sit and work side by side. Though you subtly wished there was still only one chair, because if Eclipse sat first you knew exactly where you would find a seat.

 “That’s so thoughtful! You didn’t have to!”

 “I wanted to, not to worry!”

 A warm smile eases softly onto your features. He was so good to you, he had no reason to be this kind. You two weren’t together, and you had only been coworkers for a few months now! You were still practically brand new, but you can’t deny how well the two of you clicked. Being around him was easy, you didn’t have to try. It seemed to be the same for him as well. There was no effort in your relationship, everything was as if you’d known each other for years and not just months.

 “So when did you get the chair?”

 “Hmm… Last you were here was one week ago, I believe I got it the following Wednesday.”

 “Oh wow. Really? I- Wow! Thank you.”

 Stop hyper fixating on the chair, there were better things to talk about. More important things to talk about, such as why he had purchased a whole bed despite not needing it. At least the chair made sense, you spent a good amount of time there. Several hours at a time were spent there, simply enjoying each others company and talking for hours.

 “Are you hungry?”

 You attention snaps back to reality, Eclipse just asked you a question and you had to answer.

 “Yes, but I could just order some food and pick it up downstairs. It’s no issue, I know you probably don’t typically keep food in your apartment.”

 “Nonsense! I have some for you!”

 The smile from before grows even further, a dusting of pink now hitting your cheeks. Was he really adding things to his apartment for you? A chair, a bed, and even some food? These weren’t things an animatronic would typically have. A chair, normal. A bed… Less so. Food? Definitely not normal.

 “You really don’t have to do all this for me! I only come over sometimes after all. I would hate to burden you…”

 Eclipse shakes his head, and takes your hands into his. A tight and comforting squeeze follows the action.

 “I do this because I want to. I enjoy your company! Simple as that, and I want you to be comfortable when we spend time together.”

 “But going as far as to buy food? What if I don’t come one week?”

 “You don’t pack lunches for work, I could simply bring you a lunch.”

 Your face feels like it’s on fire now. You’re sure that if you could see yourself you would be glowing like the sunset on a summers day. A bright a vibrant colour to match even the most ruby of reds.

 “Y-You really don’t have to do that! It’s okay! I can- I can take care of myself, really! But- but uhm… Since you have it… I suppose let’s not waste it. What did you buy?”

 Eclipse shows you to his new food cupboard. It’s thankfully not a lot, and most of it is snacks. You recognize every single brand in there, all of these you’ve eaten while at work before. Some of them you recall Eclipse asking you about. Nothing in the cupboard is especially perishable. Nothing to worry about. Thankfully. You grab something small to satisfy for now and then claim a spot on the couch beside Eclipse. The two of you invading the others personal space happily.

 While you eat your chosen snack of the night, you suggest doing a small round of 20 questions. Though you knew that both of you would get distracted before ever reaching 20. The first few questions Eclipse asks you are mostly about your preferences on things. He asks about foods, drinks, if you generally liked warmer or colder temperatures, if there were textures you didn’t like, sounds that weren’t pleasant, and a few other things. The answers roll off your tongue easily. Then it’s your turn to ask him some questions.

 You knew he had brothers, they were mentioned before but you didn’t pry much then as it was more in passing they were mentioned. You knew their names at least.

 “Oh, my brothers? They’re agents too, Dawn and Dusk. However, they’re field agents and live across the city from us. They’re in the sister city connected to us.”  

 “So they’re the ones who get to go out and do undercover stuff? Like you see in the movies?”

 “My brother Sun does that part mostly. He dresses the part too!”

 “I’m picturing a full suit and fancy clothes 24/7. Am I close?”

 “Exactly!”

 Giggles erupt from your throat, you clap your hands together a bit to stim the excitement down a little. Of course he was! That little bit sparks joy, and then Eclipse continues talking about them. Telling you what Moon does, mentioning how both Sun and Moon have their own person too and how he didn’t understand why neither of them made a move. You understood why Moon didn’t make a move with Robin, the whole Rivalry thing and being coworkers (like you and Eclipse aren’t?) but you didn’t understand why Sun didn’t make a move. They were already neighbours!

 You continue making light hearted fun of Sun and Moon for a bit. Then Eclipse has an idea, an idea that you absolutely want to go along with. He takes his phone out and you lean a little closer to him as he takes a selfie of the two of you. Promptly sending a playful message afterwards mentioning you were staying the night at his place. You ask if you can send a message, and Eclipse shrugs in a ‘why not’ manner before handing you the phone. You had the perfect thing to add, a winky face. More giggles escape you uncontrollably and Eclipse joins in upon seeing your addition.

 A couple more conversation topics come and go, you grab a few more snacks as the hours trail by. At some point Eclipse put on a movie, but you don’t remember it due to well… Falling asleep beside Eclipse on the couch. That would explain why he had been talking less, he was letting you fall asleep. Credit to him where it due however, he was successful in doing so.

—

 Eclipse waited a couple minutes to make sure you really were asleep. As soon as he confirmed it, he had a mission. Move you to the bed without waking you up. This was the only time being so close together was proving to be a problem. Two of his arms were already around you, but with how you had fallen asleep a good half of you was leaning on him. Maybe if he picked you up first it would be the best move, he would simply have to stand up after that.

 Deciding this was his best option, with the arms already around you he pushed you up gently and then scooped your legs up with his other arms. So far, so good. You were in his arms and still asleep. He’s about to stand up and in act part two of the plan when your asleep form shifts and cuddles into him. His inner mechanisms whirr at the action, his metaphorical heart sang from the action. He still needed to get you to bed however, despite how much as he wanted to stay like this the entire night. So he gets up and enters his bedroom, the bed is still freshly made and ready.

 You’re delicately put under the covers and then tucked in. Plan successfully completed, now he could- You near instantly whimper at the loss of contact, turning over and hugging the blanket. Eclipse didn’t take this into account. What if you had a nightmare? He couldn’t just leave you here all night. That decides it for him, he’ll stay by you just in case a nightmare does happen. Then he can either wake you up or comfort you. Eclipse eases his way onto the other side of the bed and sits down. For a moment he entertains the idea of pulling you close again, but maybe you wouldn’t appreciate that. Not while you slept.

 You however manage to completely end his internal debate. Unconscious you rolls over once more and grabs at his waist. All his arms fly up in surprise, then he settles down once more. Okay… Maybe you would have been okay with it, or you would also be surprised once you wake up. Either way, he smiles down at you and a hand gently plays with your hair. No nightmares would find their way to you tonight, after all! He was on nightmare duty. A very real job, and definitely not just a reason to stay close to you. Right? Right.

[kitausuret]

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I tagged 1,835 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#flash thompson - 246 posts

#venom - 244 posts

#peter parker - 199 posts

#eddie brock - 154 posts

#harry osborn - 134 posts

#asked and answered - 99 posts

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#felicia hardy - 31 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#'yeah hating things is sexy & cool but you take it too far. why are you spending so much time angry on the internet please just smoke weed'

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Andrea Benton and April Parker, AKA Mania and Mayhem! Commission by the incredible Fiti on Twitter! All of his commission and portfolio information is right here.

They are hanging out and having a great time together. 💕 They are siblings, of a sort!

(posted with permission from the artist)

73 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

#4

616!Eddie Brock should not be allowed on Twitter because he'd see something like "would love to see more mlm romance in media 😔" and he would immediately launch into a 12-tweet-long thread about how we should NOT be romanticizing multilevel marketing schemes and how they are a way for the rich to get richer and how instead we should boost stories about small business owners and on and on

until approximately one hour later he quote-tweets himself saying "I have been informed that 'MLM' is a more versatile acronym than I originally thought. My apologies for the misunderstanding and let me also clarify my unwavering support for the queer community of this city.

"However, if you would like more information on multilevel marketing and pyramid schemes and how to avoid them, please see the sources below: (links)"

84 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

#3

still thinking about the fact that one of my mutuals didn't even technically tag me in a thing about Spider-Man 3, she just did a casual little "@ kita" without making it a real "@" and somehow I still managed to come across it in my massive dashboard. the universe is conspiring against me. she knew that somehow I'd see it. she manipulated the energies of reality and so now here we are and against all good reason I want to rewatch SM3 and by that I mean suffer.

94 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

#2

Behold, the power of Peter's one pair of non-white underwear:

Amazing Spider-Man #298

See the full post

120 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I think my favorite kind of comics-based fanfics are the ones where you can tell the writer went into it with at least 200 issues of whatever they're writing behind them because they have a lot of good characterization and reference to multiple events in canon and tons of knowledge

but they have very obviously cherry picked what they did and didn't like to create the story THEY want to see the whole time I'm reading with tears streaming down my face yelling "yes.... YES!!!" because they're so galaxy brained for that

215 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

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[l8rhader]

writing ask meme: 7, 17, 18 💜

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

In real life, happy endings seem unachievable and few and far between. When I write, I get to guarantee that someone is happy. Even if it's not 'ride off into the sunset' happy, it's happy enough. It's now happy.

[usually]

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

Truthfully, I started answering this yesterday and I had a much longer answer, but I closed the tumblr app in the middle of it. XD

My current WIP is a Nick and Jess surprise baby fic because they spend entirely too much time not being together, so I wanted to fix that. One thing that won't really make it in is the continued hesitance of Schmidt. I wanted to keep it fluffy and happy and, as much as I think that Schmidt especially, would have had some less than supportive things to say if they'd realized they were pregnant around the time they broke up in the show, I was NOT going to write that. :) Another thing that didn't make it in was a phone call with Jess and her sister or Nick and his brother. Their parents, yes. But I don't feel confident that it's not already too long and adding in their siblings would just make it longer.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

From Will My Love Grow?

"Did he call?"  Richie shook his head and focused straight out of the windshield.  

"No, he showed up in looking for Frank," Went answered.  He looked over at his son, so much older and still, like this, so much the same little brat he'd been when he was 12.  "Do you want to tell me what happened or do you just want me to drive you home?"

Richie hung his head, staring at the spot on his thumb he'd torn open.  "Is there a third option?"  It was a joke, really.  He had planned on calling Went later anyway, but the fact that Went did, indeed, have a 3rd option- well, at the very least a stall before he had to pick one- made it easier.

The little diner was abandoned at that hour, too late for dinner, too early for late-night.  Went pumped quarters into the jukebox and, like he always did when presented the opportunity, Richie punched in song after song.  When he got to The Chordettes, he paused, flipping to the next record agitated.  

Went let out a low whistle.  "That bad, huh?"  Richie looked at him, confused.  "You've played Eddie, My Love on every jukebox you've touched that had it since you first saw it.  You were probably 9?  What happened?"

"I'm sure he told you," Richie said, flipping the card back and forth.

"He did."  Went took a sip of his coffee, then folded his arms.  "I want to hear it from you."

Richie stared up at the neon shadows chasing on the ceiling.  “He scared me.”  Richie told Went the whole story, how he felt, what they’d both said that morning.  Went nodded along, following the story intently.  “I didn’t know if something had happened and then this morning, I was so relieved that he was okay but I was so pissed because, then, why didn’t he let me know?  If he had a project come up, there are payphones literally all over campus.  We saved up to buy a cell phone for the car for just that reason.”  Richie tapped at his napkin with his fork.  He hadn’t meant to blow up, but Eddie had accused him of hovering and that was something he didn’t do.  If that was what Eddie thought was hovering, what was he supposed to do.  “So, I told him that if he didn’t want me around, I’d figure something else out.”

Went sighed, shaking his head at his son.  “But you didn’t mean that.”

“Of course not.”  

But that was where Eddie had gotten the idea that Richie was going to leave.  “You know he thinks you do, right?”

He shook his head.  “He can’t think that.  He knows that I love him.  He knows he’s my soulmate and I would never-”  Richie took one look at his father and folded.  “Is that what he thinks?”

“Don’t you remember what his mother said about you?  About me ?”

Suddenly, it hit him.  It all hit him.  He didn't think about it much, at least not in a direct sense, but Eddie... Fuck.  Eddie had gone through so much and, of course, him leaving when they had a fight was “Is he still at your place or did he go home?”

“I told him to go home.  He might have stayed with Frank for a while, but that was hours ago.  He’s probably home by now.”  Went gave his son a soft smile.  They’d figure it out.  Still, it was nice to know that they still needed a little guidance, a swift kick in the ass every once in a while.  “Do you want to get our food to go?”

“Yeah.  And I should probably grab dinner for Eds.”  Richie scooted out of the booth to go find their waitress.  Went pumped in F8 on the jukebox and smiled as the familiar doo-wop song flooded the air.  As Richie had done a million times since he was little, he turned around and stuck his tongue out pointedly at Went.  Went returned it by blowing him a kiss off the tip of his middle finger.

This is actually thoroughly based off of a real life story for me.

My first crush was a boy named Eddie. I had a crush on him all throughout elementary school. Literally from kindergarten until the day I met [redacted for ick factor because you know me irl]. My parents used to take me to this little silver diner in Lancaster PA and Eddie My Love was on the jukebox. And, of course, me being me, I found it and, me being me, I would play it all the time. It was something I'd wanted to utilize in a Reddie story for ages and finally, I found a time for it. It's such a stupid little thing, but it's very true.

[thateducationstudent]

College Preparation: Why It's Important, Tips, and Resources

Introduction

Hello everyone! Since I'm heading into starting college for a second time after transferring, I figured I would post a college preparation blog and include some tips and resources.

You might be asking yourself, "Why is college preparation important? Don't they teach you what all you need to know in high school and the early weeks of college?" The short answer is, no, they don't teach you what all you need to know. College preparation is important because it allows you to, of course, be prepared for what's to come, but will also allow you to understand the way college works.

For me, college prep would've helped me tremendously in my first term at Purdue. They through me in blind and a few of the professors would state that the discussion board was one way when it was completely different. Assignments wouldn't be completely laid out and I often had to ask questions on what to do, which was met with a lot of hostility, and I actually lost points for following their directions.

So nobody has to go through that, I decided to write this blog post. I don't want anyone to struggle like I did.

Tips

1. Read the syllabus for the class. This will allow you to see grading policies, grading scales, class policies, instructor policies, and anything else you need to know for that class. In some cases, it'll even allow you to see assignment deadlines and exam dates.

2. Read the rubrics. Always, always, always read the rubrics. Make sure you know what is on the rubrics because that tells you what you need to include in your assignment and what your professor is grading off of.

3. Ask your admissions advisor what writing format the school uses. Going into your classes blindly without knowing the formatting you will have to use for your papers and assignments isn't ideal, especially with most colleges requiring APA formatting. For example, if all you know and understand is MLA because that's what you've always used, being thrown into a class with APA formatting will cause a lot of confusion.

4. Reach out and keep contact with your academic advisor. Your academic advisor can help you with a lot of things. They are there to guide you through your term, semester, school year, or whole degree - depending on how long you're assigned to them for. If you don't know who your assigned academic advisor is or how to contact them, reach out to your student support office.

5. Reach out to your professors before the start of classes. If you have access to your professors' contact information, contact them and introduce yourself. This will begin the foundation for a good relationship with your professor. Keep contact with them, if need be. Ask questions! If you don't understand something, ask your professor!

Resources

If you'd like resources to help you prepare for college, here are some that I've personally used and enjoy.

1. 10 Steps to Earning Awesome Grades - this book has helped me personally get better grades. It explains how to get amazing grades without spending all of your free time studying.

2. College Prep on Pinterest - yes, I am including Pinterest. They have good posts about scholarships, financial aids, tips, and much more. Yes, you can get lost on it and spend hours scrolling and scrolling, but I highly suggest looking at some of the things on there.

3. U.S. News' 12 Ways to Prepare - this blog has amazing tips for modern day college students. It goes more in-depth as to what I stated and more. It is set up more like a slideshow so be prepared for that when you click on it.

Outro

I wish everyone luck in their college careers and future studies! Thank you for reading!

[sadpretty-blog-blog]

i love you and i always will love you but do i love YOU anymore? do i still love the person that you are or do i just feel love for you? do i even like the person you are? do i like the things you like do i feel that i can live up to your expectations of me do i feel like i can give you what you want do i think you deserve the things you want do i think you can give me the things i want in the future do we want the same things in the future? i always said i wanted to be in each other's lives forever i never imagined my future without you in it and if i did imagine that it was out of fear, not curiosity or desire.

do i love the way you make me feel? i don't know. you make me feel bad a lot of the time. i don't even think i'm angry at you at all i don't even know if i care i just don't feel anything. and i don't feel this way about anything else in my life right now i'm not unsure about any of my friendships or about myself or how i spend my time or my career or literally anything besides our relationship. i used to be so sure i wanted to marry you but something in me lately a very small part of me lately keeps making me second guess. there have been a few times in the past few months i almost thought we should break up. but then you say something nice or i get upset and scared because i don't want to accept it.

i don't like the way you think. i think you think you deserve whatever you want from me, no excuses. i don't think you'd ever flat out say it to me but i can tell by the way you react when i tell you no. sometimes when i tell you no you tell me you're not mad or you don't care or it's not a big deal but i have to wonder whether you're trying to convince me or yourself. today i told you i was too tired to suck your dick and you told me not to come over tonight. you made me so upset but i somehow was not 1000% surprised. i was expecting you to say you were kidding but that never happened. you made me so upset i don't think you even fully comprehend why that was wrong of you and that makes me so fucking angry you're an adult and what you said made me feel so disrespected. and yes you apologized you know you shouldn't have said that but why the fuck would you say that? i know why you said it though i know you care more about getting off than i ever have or will in my life and i know you think i owe it to you because you're a good boyfriend to me. you made sure to remind me that you painted my apartment for me and that you bought me groceries and that you did me suuuuch a huge favor by not asking me for head after inviting yourself to my apartment after i worked a 10 hour shift.

i don't like talking on the phone after work anymore but i know i can't say that or you'll get upset and make me feel guilty for it and not take no for an answer and try to change my mind. and my mind will not change but i will pretend it did to get you to stop talking. i don't think you understand at all how emotionally and physically draining my job is. i don't think you understand the strain it takes on my body. i'm not asking for a pity party, i chose to do what i do and i knew what i was getting myself into. i don't want you to feel bad for me. i want you to understand that after work i do not want to come to your house and bend over for you or suck your dick i want to lay down and close my eyes and not move. and i do not fucking want or need deep emotional conversations or conversations about nothing or to hear you complain about your friends who you don't even like at 12:45 am on a thursday night. i spend the whole day being someone else's bitch and taking care of strangers and putting on an emotional show some days. so when i get home from 10 hours of that i don't exactly feel like chit chatting about what you ate for dinner or just sit there not speaking when i have things i want to do for myself.

maybe i am being selfish maybe i am just really tired of feeling like i am walking on eggshells with your feelings and need to appease you no matter how badly i don't want to because i don't want to deal with you throwing a tantrum or turning over in bed and not talking to me for hours. i think you're not as half as emotionally mature as you think you are. i don't think you realize how egotistical you are. you are so egotistical. you feel that everyone owes you something just because you think you deserve it. i don't think you're very patient. i don't think you're open minded or understanding. you always interrupt me. that shows me you don't care about anyone's thoughts but your own. i think when your mind is set no one can change it and you literally cannot comprehend the idea that other people's opinions may be correct if they are not the same as yours. "i don't feel that way how can it be true if i don't feel that way?" anorexics don't feel that they're skinny, is it not true that they are skinny?

[benefits1986]

YE 2023 Countdown: Story Lines > Story Lies

Show. Don't tell. That's how worthwhile stories ought to unfold.

Feelings Management 101 is now in my book. It's not easy but if I want to nail down my "14 going 40" life peg, I'd have to train my protein-deficient social and mental muscles in time for another social construct called NEW YEAR. Let's add subtopics in this rubric so that I don't fall into the trap of overthinking, for a change.

Today is a holiday, I think, but I'm on wellness leave; so, I just had a super "go with flow" day because I usually plan my leaves down to my shot list and numbers of rum/whisky shots taken, too. Since, this day is quite curious, let me try to show how it panned and dollied. CHOZ.

Story #1: Passenger Seat Princess Dashboard Confessions I shared that my 4th anak-anakan was the one who convinced me to go to ina and ama's humble home for Christmas. She asked me to be her passenger princess since she is a student driver. She invited me for brunch in Muni Coffee because she knew I'm getting back to IF after feasting on a whole lot of decent holiday food that doesn't involved spaghetti, macaroni salad, fried white tilapia or ina's famous menudo ng angkan.

I slept for 7 solid hours which is a pleasant surprise as I'm trying my best to refocus my lens that has been wonky for a few months, already. Honestly, I need this break to prevent the 12 out 12 signs of burnout. I asked her if she wanted to review so I could squeeze in even 4 solid hours of work, but, she choked me. LOL. She told me that she'd also run errands and that she'd need me to be with her.

Of course, I said yes, because why not? As we were passing through the balmy roads of ina's sleepy town, we had a real talk without the filters. I asked her how she is, really and this time around, I actually answered her: Ate, "kamusta ka ba talaga" question which I usually evade and divert. She was taken aback when I told her that her luwas to Manila is actually a trigger turned glimmer. I thanked her because that timeframe reminded me that my life is not as crappy as I thought it was. I also told her that her 100% trust with my meager existence is something that keeps me more alive. Of course, we had a good dash of bashing, but I told her that I'm learning a lot from her Gen Z brainwaves. LOL.

Even when she knows that she's the tamer version of wild child, scattered brain, brain fog me, she's allowing herself to embrace emotional maturity way better than me at 23. LOL. Ang lala ko kasi talaga nung 23 ako. HAHAHAHAHA. She also asked me super specific questions that I'm not gonna TMI because, kahihiyan levels 100000.

Honestly, she is my kind of "uncut" journal, too. Medyo lume-level na siya kina soul sis and Ju sa mga puwede akong ma-blackmail levels na 'to. LOLOLOLOL. But, I'm not threatened because she is my safe space when it comes to certain topics that are super ugh.

Syempre, dinaldal na naman ng tatay kong magaling ang Japan trip ko and seryosong if I have the funds and she has the time, I'd take her to Japan with me. HAHAHAHA. E busy na siya sa Q1 since she's off to med school preps. Ako naman, super specific lang din ng budget because medyo mapapalaban tayo ng malala sa JaFunds pero ready naman tayo kahit munti. LOL. Hotel bookings from travel buddy paganaps are super sulit because maganda location. HAHAHAHAHA.

I know, one day, we'd spend 2 weeks in Japan and by then, she's closer to giving me a legit med cert for whatever it is that I'd like to officiate. LOL. Kidding aside, seeing my 4th anak-anakan in her element even if she's stabilizing her body chem, the pressure of being the first doctor sa angkan, her ate-daughter duties and all the things in between, I know she's gonna make way better choices than I did ages ago. I'm kinda living vicariously through her, too.

#2 Kids Say, Do, Feel, Think The Darnest & Darkest Things Since my three Gen Alpha cousins think that I'm 27 years old, I almost flipped. LOL. Ganun ba talaga ako ka-immature? Hahahahaha. They feel like they can just invade my space and don't feel sorry for them or for me. LOL. I find it funny that even when I'm RBF, they seem to come too close whenever there's a window of opportunity.

Mga 3 hours max lang talaga kaya ng pake ko, but, this holiday kagulo with them hits differently. First, I gifted Vi her second violin. It's a hand-me-down from a super good friend who migrated to get married and have a kid. This violin is a reminder of my first ever encounter with an actual hold up. LOL. I did a few lessons, but, I didn't push through as I remember the scenes with every fiddle. The mom of Vi almost flipped because the price tag is kinda steep. I told her that "pahiram" lang naman 'yun. HAHAHAHAHA. Violin-teacher approved because the former owner, my super good friend actually played it for a short while.

Second, Vi is so weird because she kept smelling my pits as she's trying to sleep. Sabi ko tigil niya kasi 'di pa ako naliligo. Sabi niya: Why do you smell so good? Sabi ko naman: UHM. NO. Weirdo kasi si Vi. As in. Artsy e. But, you know why I don't want her actions and her comments? I smell mother dragon's pits when I want to lambing and go to sleep even when I was a full adult na working na. LOL. Ang weird pala nun noh? A while ago, I didn't get triggered which is so refreshing. Small win ko 'yan. Allow the emotions to flow instead of constricting them and CTRL + ALT + DEL them.

Third, my Virgo baby girl (VBG) who's dalaginding middle child is a tough cookie. Medyo kakaiba 'to kasi she and my brother share the same birthday. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Dad teases me na kamukha ko 'to nung bata ako pero payat siya. :p VBG is super moody to the point that it gets off the roof. Very Virgo, very like my brother especially during his early days. You know what calms VBG? Hugs and words of affirmation --two things I abhor. :D But, I've learned that kids who have fucked up mood swings usually feel overstimulated and/or overwhelmed. Hugging her and affirming her even when I feel like a total idiot reminds me of my childhood in a way. As a millennial Tita, I think and see the difference of this approach. It's not easy, might be counter-intuitive to a lot of people, pero wapakels naman ako since wala namang masamang sumubok. She threw a good round of tantrums because she was teased yet again by my brother and her mom.

I gave her space and tried hugging her. I told her that I'm just by her side and that she's a sweet, gentle, smart baby girl. Aba, nakalma. HAHAHAHAHA. 'Yung pagiging middle child niya kasi is medyo sagad. 11 months apart lang sila nung bunso. Ayun, tantrum volcano eruption averted and nahatid namin pauwi ng maayos sa bahay nila since maaga pa silang lalarga bukas.

Third, my binatilyong cousin (Le) who's the only thorn among the roses, is shaping up. He's no longer the bully brother kahit paano. He was actually the one who started my age reveal and he failed miserably. Akala raw niya talaga 27 lang ako with matching wide eyes and mouth opened wide. Le is a thinker and a competitive doer. Siguro kasi siya lang lalaki and he seems to have this thirst to be the kuya when he's but the second child with an ate (my 4th anak-anakan) who's super straightup na strict na RBF. He seems to have a girlfriend na and I'm really glad to see him in a more confident and caring chapter. HUHUHUHUHU. Syempre, mga jokes nilang magkakapatid medyo graphic na graphic. Matic lang sa kanila na DIE as a joke. Sabi ko tigil nila 'yun kasi it's a bad joke. They learn it from YouTube raw and it's a joke, a common one. Sabi ko naman, tigilan nila kakanood ng kunwaring kid-friendly channels.

Kids. I think is not my cup of tea nor my goblet of sangria, but as I told my 4th anak-anakan, if magkaroon ako, TL 'yun. GG pa. TL = true love. GG = God's Gift. JUSQ. I have yet to get my check up again kasi mas madali pa rin for me to go to the menopausal route para tapos na talaga 'tong topic na 'to. :P Mas madaling magiging negotiations and zero chances na ng inception.

#3 The Box of Chocolate and Crate of Lemons Called Life

My tito (Eu) chose to stay in ina's home instead of having a trip with his whole family. His reason: Fighting the gravity pull of his advanced CA. Tito Eu has been battling this bitch for 3 years in no less than Singapore's National Cancer Center. It is a bloody fight and I've been trying to reach out to him more often even when this reminds me of Tito Taurus quite a lot. The thing is that, Tito Eu is dad's "best rival" ever since they were hunting down firewood and getting coconuts at a young age together. By best rival, I mean, 'yung magkapatid na onti lang years agwat and basically outsmarted each outher nung bata. Dad naman is not competitive unless triggered, so, I try my best to help him look after Tito Eu. Dad said that he's not ready to lose another family member to CA.

Tito Eu is a strong force to reckon with. LOL. But, what I like about him is that he wants a healthy debate and is open to a super unfiltered talk. The past months, he's more vocal about how he really feels and this is something that I hope to happen more and more. Since he flies non-stop to get treated and tested, our time to catch up is not that much. I guess that this is another way for me and dad to face death as friend rather than a foe through Tito Eu.

He knows that he's but a ticking time bomb and that his expiration date is just around the corner. Since he's an adrenaline junkie, dad and I egg him to do shit that would make him more alive which are: skydiving, bungee jumping, getting a pimped 4WD pick up and the like.

It's heartbreaking to hear him share that he's feeling the pull of his battle as he's been losing weight because of poor appetite. From 102 kgs, he's now at 100 kg, real quick. I'd try to squeeze in a roadtrip with him if he's up for it in the coming days. When you see him, he doesn't look sick at all, maangas pa rin 'to e. My only hope is that he'd be able to make peace with the things that he's worried about; so he can focus on his graceful finish. Easier said than done, but I know and feel that this sad story is a story of hope and total surrender. While at it, I'd like dad and I to have more open conversations about this topic, too.

#4 Mothers Know Best/Mothers Know Nothing Moms, moms, moms. The world is made and destroyed by moms. LOL. Having a mom is tough. Losing a mom is way tougher; even when it can be "good riddance" at the core.

Moms are usually given a report card that they didn't sign up for, but did anyway. Seeing my titas and cousins who are living the mom life up close and from afar is weird. It's kind of expected from moms to know so many things and know best even when they are clueless about answers and questions, too.

Moms also know nothing because there's no graduate program or even a handbook for this super specific role. However, moms signed up for this and they try their best to embrace all the facets and fuck ups that go with motherhood in the hood.

Losing mother dragon and ina is a game changer. Even when the celebration in ina's house is above average, the menudo and white tilapia of ina are irreplaceable. I've been gently asking my angkan one on one about how they're coping and damnnnnndamin all over and over and over again.

I guess, this is me trying my most challenging empath/wounded healer era to date. While at it, I am also able to come closer to how I didn't grieve mom's loss since 2012. It's always on WIP but now, steroids doesn't trigger me as much. Palliative healthcare topics don't burn me inside out. More importantly, I'm slowly growing into a headspace that's brewed the right way.

I want to go on and on and on and on, but I'm choosing to end this here and now, for now. Catch you later?

[sunflowergyeomie]

can you handle it?

sypnosis: jeonghan is a real pain in the ass, we all know that. he always seems to get you to do things you never agreed on doing, you try not to fall for them though. what if one day you accidentally fall into his trap and give in, without knowing at all?

pairing: yoon jeonghan x gn!reader (vagina bearing)

genre: established relationship, fashion design student!au, architect!au, smut (18+ only)

word count: 2.9k

warnings: profanity, m!dom, degradation, lots of cum play, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex, pet names, size kink?? if you squint

a/n: bcos the irl girl version of jeonghan (aka my devil angel twin) @shuajeong told me "there aren't any fics of jeonghan lately", thus ✨this is written purely for you and your pain 😘 i have to say though, this isn't my best work :( i kept going back and forth and i rewrote and changed things at least three times so 😖😖 (i'm lowkey done with it so i'm sorry i tried, i really did) please forgive me.

Challenge?

Oh, it’s a challenge, alright.

Annoyed is what it is, lips pressed tightly together as you sink in the indescribable feeling. That’s what was currently happening seeing how there is a huge load of cum in your panties – an ignorant aftermath of your quickie with Jeonghan this morning before he drove you to class.

He even had the nerve to question how long you could stay like that for the entire day. You took that as him asking for a challenge and having been with you for a while now, Jeonghan knew you were never one to back down from them. Having basked in the afterglow of sex sure made you think anything was possible – or more accurately speaking his dick just made you dumb.

Now that it’s almost noon, you’re absolutely starting to regret the choice you’ve made, especially when you’re sitting halfway through your second lecture for the day, simply feeling that load threatening to spill out from the cotton panel, onto your inner thighs and slowly ooze down your legs.

Multiple calls of your name put a halt to your thoughts. A hand waves across your face while your eyes focus and refocus as the silhouettes come into sight. Your friends, Mingyu and Minghao are both staring at you, confusion etched across their faces, anticipating an answer from a question one of them probably asked. But in all honesty, you couldn’t recall the subject matter, nor did you give a shit about their issues because your main concern at this time is to get the hell out of there. “Oh, huh? Oh yes, sorry, yes, I’ll absolutely do that.”

A little laugh escapes from Mingyu’s lips while Minghao frowns. “I said.. What are you thinking about?” Mingyu asks, “You have a weird look on your face.”

“Are you not feeling well?” Minghao chimes in. “We can take n-“

“I’m fine, guys. Just a little tired,” You brush off, not wanting to go too deep into whatever you were currently feeling. It’s not that the guys weren’t close to you. In fact, they grew to be one of the closest ever since freshman year when all three of you showed up in the same pattern drafting class, wary looks on everybody’s faces in a new environment. Since the fashion department itself is small with only a few hundred students enrolled, it also meant that classes were taken with familiar faces, rarely is there a fashion student you haven’t seen before. Not to mention you were always being grouped in numerous projects and that’s how the three of you came to be. Both of them knew of your relationship with Jeonghan, of course, but there’s just some things that are better off left unsaid even if they are your best friends.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the both of them stealing glances at you every now and then. Even though they didn’t buy your excuse, Mingyu and Minghao knew better than not to bug you about it so throughout the whole three-hour lecture, you could just sense their concern emanating off their bodies. Adding on to your growing anxiety, making you more on edge, terrified that at any moment they would catch a glimpse of whatever dirty secret you were holding in – quite literally. Pulling out your phone, you quickly sent a text.

[12:03 PM]

you: I can’t take this anymore.

hannie: what’s wrong, princess?

You groaned, exasperation coating your breath. Was he playing dumb?

you: you know what I mean, han.

hannie: and what about it?

hannie: if I recall correctly, weren’t you the one who practically begged me to cum inside of you? Was just doing what you asked me to, princess :)

Scoffing in disbelief, you ignore his message, tossing the device straight into your bag, now furious at yourself for agreeing to it.

Stupid dick.

You weren’t even that horny this morning.

The cement walkways on campus greet the three of you as you step through the warm breeze. The sun shining through every leaf on the tall oak trees above you signal the firsts of many beautiful days now that summer is just around the corner. The bright weather is a big contrast to your dampening mood as your feet slowly drag along the blocks, leaving a gap between you and your friends while you try to keep up. You weren’t too keen on walking too fast right now. One wrong shift and you could be at risk of having Jeonghan’s gooey, semi-translucent, and not-so-warm release pooling down from underneath your mound. The two paid no attention to you though, they’re happily chatting about lunch options and the next possible location for studying afterwards. Not that you were going to join them anyways, not until you get the mess in between your legs situated.

“How about donkkaseu?” Mingyu turns around to ask, head whipping back mid-sentence to look at you, only to turn around and see that you’re already gone. His head turns left and right, trying to find you in the crowd of students, squinting his eyes for even a glimpse of your backpack but you’re nowhere to be seen.

“Where’d she go?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Minghao gives him a pointed look. “Jeonghan.” He says bluntly.

Jeonghan works downtown, a full hour away from your university. He was a busy man, well-equipped with knowledge and never failed to take pride in his work, no matter what it was. Your boyfriend was a well-wanted individual – not only with people who desperately wanted to be in his inner circle but also in his field of work with the numerous clients fighting for a slot in his schedule. Jeonghan has never-ending project proposals, spending most of his hours reviewing alterations and redevelopments on his building designs – a perfectionist, you often say or an obsession as others might call it. Knowing how serious his job was to him, you made sure not to meddle in with his profession, seeing how much it irritated him whenever he couldn’t concentrate, but this time was different – and you couldn’t hold yourself back from making the journey. You bow as you greet the secretary at the front desk. She takes one look up from her screen and already knows who you’re here for, immediately telling you of your boyfriend’s whereabouts while you nod back in thankfulness.

Pushing the heavy doors to Jeonghan’s office, the first thing you notice were his eyebrows deeply furrowed upon his face, a definite telltale to the attentiveness of the task in front of him. A few coworkers were surrounding him, each hovered over what seemed to be like another one of his drawing plans. At the click of the doorknob, Jeonghan’s head perked up when he saw you enter. A smile threatens to pull at his lips, but he bites them to prevent the joy from appearing. He’s been waiting for you all day. Having expected you to cave in earlier so he could have an excuse to take a long break. The current deal he was working on was getting to his head even though he’s gone over it a couple times already. He just needs a reset, a breather of some sort, … a release. Jeonghan fakes innocence however when he asks why you’re here. Simultaneously, his brain has already got his fingers wrapped around the string – pulling once, twice, three times, officially starting the internal mischievousness in him. A devious idea accelerating right before your very own eyes.

You furiously start making your way towards him, hair flying in all directions, nostrils flared in annoyance, your cheeks flamed red from built-up anger since the early morning you got to school, and the wrinkle between your eyebrows. You were a hot-tempered mess, you knew that but god, all he could think about was how beautiful you look. The way your eyes are rounded with the curvature of your nose bridge, adding on to the natural tint to your soft lips. Your lips that pout ever so slightly whenever you want something, your lips that taste like a mixture of yourself and that artificial strawberry-flavoured chapstick you apply every morning, your lips he so badly wants to feel against his own.

Your voice cuts through, interrupting his trance. “Excuse me, can I speak to you privately for one second?”

“Of course.” Jeonghan grins, dropping the pen as his hands start pushing his body up from the plush chair, quickly dismissing his staff with a wave of the hand. They take a hint as one by one, each of them starts leaving. He stands up, arms already going around your waist to pull you close, “Hi baby, how was your day?” He asks, head tilting as his hands are already reaching up to run his fingers through your hair.

You open your mouth to spew words, anger bubbling in letters as they boil up to the back of your throat but all of which dies down when the fire is turned off. Blocked off after the door is shut behind the last person when his demeanour takes a turn and switches a whole 180 degrees. His plan finally comes into action as his acting skills gear up. Licking his lips, his hands drop as he takes a step closer to you, hovering over your tiny figure. He’s finally got you where he wanted you in the first place. His eyes peer down from the lenses of his wired glasses, “Don’t you know better than not to interrupt me while I’m working?” He pauses. “What do you think my staff will think if you’re here for too long?” The back of his fingers gently trails down your face, almost feather-like as you try to press your face against his palm, leaning more into his touch.

“Guess you couldn’t keep it in, huh? I always knew you were a little slut.” Jeonghan tsked, “Was my cock not enough that you needed a second filling? It’s only been a few hours, darling.”

He starts walking back to his desk, hands going into his pockets as he leans against the edge. It shouldn’t have intimidated you, the way his eyes bore into yours but you gulped anyways, a feeling of excitement stirring in your lower abdomen as you clenched around nothing. You opened your mouth to retaliate, only for it to be shaped like what seems like a silent ‘o’. One of his eyebrows raise, a silent gesture for you to come.

Out of habit, your legs start moving obediently on their own until they reach the fronts of Jeonghan’s dress shoes. Tracing the outline of his long, toned legs hidden underneath the carob brown material of his trousers, you couldn’t help catching onto the small details of the garment. The modern leg-lines seamed in to elongate his legs, waistband wrapped around his torso showcasing his slim but strong build, the button with its holes as imaginary eyes and a crossed thread disguised as lips silently screaming ‘open me, open me!’.

He grabs your jaw, forcing you to tear your eyes away from his lower half to look at him. “I thought you came here to say something, but I can practically see the drool coming out of your pretty little mouth, staring at my cock.”

“I-“, He spins you around, positions changed now that you’re the one leaning against the desk. Jeonghan dives his head to capture your lips with his. You’re taken by surprise as a gasp escapes from your mouth while he takes that as a chance to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past your bottom lip; full of need and desire, desperate to let out his frustrations. All your effort is focused on keeping up, molding your mouths together. Your anger is now replaced with lust. His hands are moving down to grip your ass.

Your breath hitches when his lips start trailing down your jaw, gently nibbling the soft skin on your neck before travelling down the valley of your breasts. He doesn’t bother trying to take off your top, opting to unbutton the first few, just enough to expose your lacy bra. Slipping underneath one cup to carefully knead your honey soft skin before latching his mouth onto your nipple, sucking gently but firmly. You whine as he hoists you up and places you on the surface, his face never detaching from your soft and full chest as he quickly pulls your pants off, leaving you in just your soaked panties.

“Maybe it was a good idea to leave my cum in you,” Jeonghan’s fingers hook onto the waistband. He smirks before pulling them down completely, stopping mid-thigh. “Easier to prepare.”

A trail of your slick follows as his digits spread your pussy, using his middle finger to slowly drag up your wet slit. His other hand is gripping your thigh when he reaches down in between, scooping the leftover cum from the previous session and forcing it back into your pussy. You watch with wide eyes only to have them roll back completely when he finishes by stuffing them all the way into you, resulting in a loud moan.

“P-please”

Jeonghan chuckles, satisfied by your reaction. He had you beckoning at his every move yet you were sure the satisfaction still wasn’t enough for him, not just yet. He pulls his fingers out to strip himself of his own pants, popping his member out. The hand with the fingers that were just inside of you is now rubbing all over his cock, using the little beads of precum along with a bit of your slick to pump himself.

Jeonghan’s cock is pretty, like the boy himself. He’s not too big or too small but he knows his angles and he knows how to use them right. Every time the two of you get intimate, which is quite often, his thrusts are sharp, clean and reach to the most inner parts of you – something that leaves soreness inside of you for days. But that doesn’t seem to matter whenever the two of you are having hot and steamy sex five days out of the seven weekly.

“You better stay fucking quiet.”

One hand is gripping your waist for extra support while the other is slowly guiding his length into you. The growl in his voice sends another wave of arousal between your legs, the wetness starting to spill and gather down your thighs. His eyes diverted down to pay attention to the way his length was disappearing inside of you. Each stroke covering his manhood with even more of your juices.

“F-ffuck, baby.” He curses under his breath. “You’re still so tight.”

His voice was breathy, almost like a whine before he picks up his speed, splitting your folds with a sloppy rhythm, expecting to chase both your highs before his coworkers come barging back in. Although the thought of getting caught in such a compromising position arouses him, Jeonghan couldn’t risk letting anyone seeing you in your most vulnerable state. Not when you have all the right curves, exclusive only for his viewing.

At some point, his hands start pulling you into him to meet his every thrust, your tits bouncing as you start feeling the delicious new angle he’s ruining you from. The tip of his cock rubbing against your cervix with every stretch. The familiar feeling of tension starts to build as your eyes squeeze tighter, your orgasm is approaching faster and faster. You’ve never wanted to scream his name out loud so badly when he slams once, no, twice into you, releasing the coil sending intensifying waves of pleasure throughout your whole body. Your tight heat clenching and unclenching around him causing Jeonghan to groan, “Shit.”

“Cum in me.” You insisted weakly. He gives in as he presses himself balls deep, cock twitching as he unloads inside of you, cum shooting in spurts coating your walls in white. The groan emerging from the back of his throat muffled as he quickly smashes his lips onto yours to conceal it. Your muscles move on your own, hiding your own whimper as your lips move together in unison. His body slumps over yours while he rests his head against your shoulder, pressing a light kiss as a way to say thank you.

In the intimacy of the moment, your arms are thrown around his broad shoulders, subconsciously pulling him closer as the two of you try to catch your breaths. When he lifts his head up, his doll eyes are already staring into your glossy ones. A tender smile spreading across his face, pecking your lips one more time before he slowly pulls out. Straight away, the emptiness is evident as his warmth disappears, your hole gaping while he looks down to appreciate the work done on your ruined pussy.

You feel your panties being pulled back up, now snug on your hips as he lets go of the elastic waistband to hear it snap back on your skin.

“Guess you have two loads to keep in now.” A devilish look covering every inch of his handsome face.

“Jeonghan!” you lunged at him. He cackles maniacally, successfully dodging while you attempt to jump on his back. The blood in your veins starts boiling again, both hands reaching up to cover your face when you realize your mistake for the second time today.

Jeonghan’s dick really did make you dumb.

[luxwritesfanfic]

Don’t Take The Money

Poor reader thought it would end up being a normal Sunday but that must’ve been the mix of bleach and Pinesol fumes getting to their head. Or, the one where reader finds out they have more in common with the other woman in Sherlock’s life than they thought and Sherlock has an aneurysm at the revelation. Thanks for reading!

Sherlock Holmes/Reader

You were just waking up when Sherlock was moving around the bedroom trying to pack his overnight bag. You groaned at the noise of drawers being opened and hangers jostled and rolled over onto your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Sherlock? You’re leaving?”

He stopped in his tracks back towards the closet and moved to sit on the edge of the bed next to you. He looked down at you with fondness that so many people thought he was incapable of feeling and as always, it made your heart swell. Brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, you relished in his undivided attention.

“A case was brought to my attention. I won’t be gone for long, it’s a few towns over.” He insists, trying to ease your worries before they arise.

Although you’d miss him, it never did anyone any good when Sherlock was bored. He needed something to keep him occupied and you needed time to clean up the drywall shrapnel that constantly covered the couch due to the boredness. It would give you the opportunity to deep clean the flat and the idea wasn’t so bad.

“Is John going too?” Sherlock nodded. You don’t know why you asked, they always worked together.

You turned your head to kiss his palm and sat up to get out of bed. “Okay. I’ll make you breakfast before you guys leave. Nobody likes train food anyway.”

Sherlock moved to help you stand, one of the smiles he reserved just for you gracing his lips. “You take excellent care of me. But you should know, you don’t have to be useful for this to mean something to me.”

He caught you off guard, but he usually did when he read you like a book. Your whole life you’d made yourself useful and you weren’t sure if people liked you for you or for the fact that there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for them. You would do anything and everything for Sherlock and it didn’t have anything to do with being useful, honestly. You loved him dearly and you couldn’t imagine treating him like you felt anything less than that. You couldn’t help but kiss him.

“Omelettes or pancakes?”

—

Your shirt was soaked from washing the dishes and you smelled like a mixture of bleach and formaldehyde from scrubbing the fridge clean and removing the severed head that took up the space where your coffee creamer should be. You had done more loads of laundry than you could count, bleached the bloodstained tub from Sherlock’s latest pig quest, the entire flat smelled like Bahama breeze and you couldn’t be more content. The boys weren’t due back for a day or two so you figured you’d spend some time with Mrs. Hudson when you were done and see if you could meet up with Bucky and Greg for lunch. When you passed the kitchen on your way to your bedroom to change, you decided that this may be the only chance you ever get to clear off the dining room table. Sherlock’s science equipment had overrun it and you figured it wouldn’t hurt if you straightened it up just a bit.

You were in the midst of cleaning out Sherlock’s beakers when you heard the knock on the door. Figuring that John would have posted on his blog that they weren’t currently taking clients because they were on a case, you expected to see Mrs. Hudson and the mop she was letting you borrow. You cracked the door just enough to see who was on the other side and was surprised to see an older woman holding a plate of baked goods who wasn’t Mrs. Hudson.

“Hi... how can I help you?”

The woman in question’s eyes lit up at the sight of you and you weren’t sure why. She smiled and gestured to the platter in her hands. “Is Sherlock Holmes here?”

She must be a client, you thought. Shaking your head, you responded, “No, sorry! The boys off on a case. I’m a friend of theirs. Is there something I can help you with?”

She was looking past you into the flat and you weren’t sure what she was looking for. “Do you mind if I come in? I could really use a cup of tea. And I wanted to drop these cookies I made for Sherlock off.”

You looked at what she was holding and decided it wouldn’t really hurt to let her in, and the cookies looked amazing. Sherlock must have helped her in some way.

“Sure, come on in. Sorry about my clothes... I’ve been doing some spring cleaning.” You stepped aside and let her in. “So, are you a client of his?”

She went to place the platter on the table and you were excited that it was already worth cleaning off the table. “Not quite. I’ve known him his whole life and have loved him even longer.” She turned and smiled at you, seeing through you in a way that seemed eerily close to Sherlock.

You hummed, taking in her answer. Sherlock didn’t talk much about his friends, so you weren’t surprised that you never heard of her.

“Just a minute, I’m gonna change.”

You excused yourself to the bedroom where your phone was charging on the bed. After sending Sherlock a quick text that someone who wasn’t a client was here for him, you dug around in the closet for something clean and more appropriate.

The lady didn’t really seem like a threat and you were sure if it came down to it, you’d be able to protect yourself. You could chuck the skull on the mantle if need be, it was a hard hitter.

When you returned, she was wandering around the flat and looking at all of the pictures of you, Sherlock, and John that you’d recently framed and put out.

“You and Sherlock, you’re close, yes? Tell me about him. It’s been so long.” She was holding a picture that you took of you two in the back of a taxi. Sherlock was on his phone but you thought his hair looked extra good and the golden hour light made him look like an angel so you had to take the picture.

“Yeah, I mean. He’s a seriously great person. A brilliant detective, he’s so smart. He helps all these people for free, and he never complains if they don’t offer him anything. He hates when I tell him he’s a godsend but who else would do that? Um... he’s really funny, probably one of the funniest people I know. You just have to keep up with his humor. It can be kind of dry, but it’s there. He’s one of the most loyal people there is and he’d do anything for the people he cares about.”

It was so easy for you to speak so highly of him. It was like second nature.

“He can be stubborn sometimes, and he can be a little more blunt than he needs to be but... he’s amazing. There’s no other way to explain him, really. He’s got a light that comes from him that rivals the sun and I don’t think it could ever be dimmed.”

She turned back to you and slowly broke out into one of the biggest grins you’d ever seen someone wear. “You really love my son.”

“Your son?” You blinked, unsure of what was going on. You really started to look at the woman in front of you and you realized Sherlock had her eyes. A complete copy and paste. “Oh my God, you’re Sherlock’s mom. I never even introduced myself. I’m Y/N, a friend of-”

“You’re not his friend, dear, and I’m not blind. Old age takes a lot from you, but I could never miss the way my son shines. And you... you see it too.” She walked up to you, still holding the picture frame in her hands. “You love my son in a way that no one else has. Let me tell you all about him.”

—

You couldn’t stop laughing.

Sherlock’s mom had brought over tons of scrapbooks and old pictures that she had acquired over the years, and you had a feeling she knew you were here alone before she even knocked on the door. Mycroft, probably. You spent the whole day getting to know each other and taking a stroll down memory lane with her telling you all about Sherlock as a kid and how it was growing up with two geniuses as sons. She even gave you a copy of one of Sherlock’s high school pictures that you were going to cherish forever. She seemed so happy to have someone to talk to and assured you that spending time with you was the closest she had felt to Sherlock in a long time.

You insisted that she stay and let you make dinner, but she was as equally stubborn as Sherlock and ordered you takeaway as her treat. You tried to argue but she was having none of it. “My God, you scrubbed this whole flat clean. I’m not going to let you dirty your dishes. How does Chinese sound?”

—

Sherlock barreled up the steps with all the force he could muster in his legs and rushed in to see you, perfectly fine and all in one piece, having dinner with his mother.

“Sherlock!” You both exclaimed, his mother full of excitement and you full of worry.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, standing up from your end of the couch. “I thought you were on a case? Is everything okay?”

“I’ve been texting and calling you all day! You’re that daft that you couldn’t text back once all this time?” He’s still out of breath and he can feel his heartbeat in his ears. His tone is exasperated and you could hear the mix of anxiety and relief in his voice as he’d yet to acknowledge his mother. She seemed perfectly content to sit back and watch the situation unfold, amusement at her son’s unusual outburst gracing her features.

“My phone was dead! And then I put it on the charger and I forgot about it once your mom came, by the way!” You went to the bedroom and retrieved your phone to find a dozen missed texts and calls.

Probably just a client. SH

11:07 AM

Are you sure it’s not a client? SH

11:43 AM

Are they still there? SH

1:00 PM

Missed Call

1:17 PM

Missed Call

2:03 PM

Call me back. SH

3:26 PM

Y/N, I’m on a case. Call me back. SH

3:44 PM

Missed Call

4:13 PM

Is everything alright? SH

4:52 PM

Missed Call

5:08 PM

Missed Call

5:10 PM

Missed Call

5:12 PM

I’m boarding the train now and I’ll be there soon. Don’t worry. SH

5:21 PM

Sherlock followed after you, still without ever acknowledging his mother, and shut the door after himself. With his palms braced against the wooden door, he tried to ease the tension out of his bones through a deep breath as he watched you check your phone. He wasn’t worried about the case at all. It was mostly solved and what little was left John could do with ease. He felt the weight of the missed calls in his stomach like lead and the three hour train ride that he couldn’t curse to defy time any quicker. He had plenty of enemies and you had virtually none, so there would be no reason to think you’d hesitate to assist anyone who came to his door, especially if it was in the name of helping him. He thought he’d walk into a crime scene and he couldn’t shake those images out of his head.

You got up from the bed and walked over to him, reaching to wrap one arm around his neck and to take his hand in yours in the other. You pressed a kiss to his jaw, and then to his chin, over his eyelids, his nose, and then lastly you met his lips, murmuring “I’m sorry” in between every kiss. He didn’t usually voice it, but you had known him long enough to know when he was upset. He relaxed into your touch as he always did and you pulled away from him long enough to pull on the ends of his scarf. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Let me help. We got takeaway for your mom and I but we can share mine. I got what you like anyway.”

He let you pull his scarf and jacket off and you were delighted to see he wasn’t really mad with you. You hang his jacket on the closet door and by the time you turn back to face him, he’s already making his way back out to the living room. Following after him, you see his mother gesturing him to come over.

“What are you doing here? I thought I told Mycroft to tell you I was away on business.” He was messing with the cuffs on his sleeves but his question was directed at his mother with unmistakable intent. She tsked at him, and you began to see even more similarities in their mannerisms.

“That’s no way to talk to your mother, William. I was spending some time with your darling partner here and I don’t even get a kiss or a hug?” She began gathering her belongings and threw her purse over her shoulder. You weren’t happy to see her go.

You did peak up at the name. “William? Your name is William?”

Sherlock groaned, ignoring you completely. You swore you could see a blush dusting his cheeks. In no time he was at the door, holding it open for his mother. “It’s getting rather late, don’t you agree? Father must be wondering where you are. Be sure to pay Mycroft a visit the next time you’re in town. I assure you, he always has time for family.”

She turned to you and blew you a kiss. “I had a great time with you today, I hope you’ll manage to bring Sherlock home more.”

Walking over to Sherlock, she paused to kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear, “I know you know what you could lose here. So be sure you don’t, Sherlock.”

Before she totally stepped out of the flat, she turned around one last time. “Promise me you’ll come home soon. Your father and I miss you dearly.”

“I heard you the first ten times. Goodnight and safe travels, mother.” Sherlock shut the door before his mother could get another word and your shoulders slumped.

“Hey, that was your mom! She’s really nice. We had a good day.” You started to clean up the coffee table and take the dishes into the kitchen. You couldn’t understand Sherlock’s relationship with his family but you were sure there was a lot of things you didn’t know. Still, it was nice to have a chance to bond with your (maybe one day) future family. It was then that you realized that Sherlock never said anything when his mother mentioned you being his partner. You two never really officially defined what you were, so to see him not object to an actual title made you feel all warm inside.

“No, you had a good day. I was trying to work a case and clear a man’s name while trying to figure out if I’d come home to you kidnapped or dead.” Sherlock rolled his eyes, watching you from the doorway. You looked back at him as you dropped the dishes into the sink and let out a sigh. You hated the fact that you let him down.

“I have to go back tomorrow to tie some loose ends with John. If you come with me, I have a feeling I’ll get over it a lot quicker.” His voice was quiet but full of mirth. He won’t hold this over your head, and you both know this, but if it makes him feel better you’ll follow him. You’d follow him to the ends of the Earth and off the edge if he lead you.

Sherlock pushed himself off of the doorway and walked towards the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he went.

“So, you’re staying home tonight?” You swung around the  kitchen doorway and called out to the hall. You hadn’t even thought about Sherlock having to go back, and you couldn’t help but be excited that he would be there for you to fall asleep next to tonight. 

“You didn’t expect me to make the trip back at this hour, did you? Besides, I sleep better with you and it’s obvious that I don’t focus well if you’re not around, Which is why I need you to come with me tomorrow. It seems you owe me, anyway.” Sherlock takes a step back so you can see him in the bedroom doorway, and you can feel your heart in your throat.

He’s so beautiful, you think, all alabaster skin and lean muscle. He’s pulling a t-shirt over his head and you wonder if you could manifest a photographic memory long enough to commit him to memory. Of course he notices you staring, and you almost want to mention all the times you catch him staring at you but he changes the subject and opens the blankets for you and you shut up and follow him. You follow him and you love him and you wake up in the morning at the crack of dawn to run downstairs and order coffee from the shop next door before your train leaves, being sure to get them to write “William” on the cup. Sherlock doesn’t find this funny at all, but he still lets you fall asleep on his arm on the train ride there and doesn’t complain when his arm falls asleep right along with you.

He thinks that if this is the life his mother wished for him as a child, that would be one thing he could take off of his list of things she eventually needs to answer for. Because mothers know best, and when it came to you, she could have never been more right.

[navalcriminalimagines]

Lost self confidence

Anon: Can I request a lil one-shot where y/n has been on the team for a while and she put on some weight/starts feeling insecure about it and Gibbs helps her feel better? :> If not it's okay (Preferably a lot of fluff, angst & smut up to you)

Anon: Can I ask for a plus sized reader and gibbs please? I never see them :( Maybe someone says something about her weight when theyre working a case or something and he does the gibbs-legendary-elevator-conversation??? OuO

I thought those two requests work well together. Enjoy, lovely anons! ❤️

Warnings: punch, mention of blood, hurtful comments about weight

Tags: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @madamsnape921 @specialagentastra

~~~~~

Your body changed. A lot. More than you like to admit.

You have been avoiding mirrors for a while now, but as you stand in front of it right now, only dressed in underwear, you have to face it. Your body changed and you don’t like it. Actually, you hate it.

As you look at your stomach that used to be flat, your hips that are larger, the celulitis… you can’t help but to think it’s no wonder you’re alone. Who could you attract, looking like this? Not many people and definitely not the man you wish you had. He has probably noticed how your body is different. Maybe before, you stood a chance with the man but not anymore. It’s a lost cause.

You put some clothes on and left for work.

You and your team are working on a tricky case, you are not impatient to get into the office today. But as always, you put on your best smile and pretend that everything is okay. Even though it’s most definitely not.

You skipped breakfast this morning - on purpose - but when you sit at your desk, you can see a brown bag sitting there. You look inside; donuts. Not just regular donuts, but your two favorites.

“Gibbs’s treat.” Tony lets you know.

“What’s the occasion?” you casually answer, putting the bag aside. It’s definitely a bad idea to eat them.

“No occasion. You’re just his favorite,”

You can’t help but smile at this. Not that it’s true, but it feels nice anyway. Before, you would have been happy about your boss’s attention, but not today. “Aren’t you going to eat them?”

“I’m not hungry. Do you want them?”

Tony grabs the bag before you know it. At least, you won’t have to throw them away.

You put yourself into work quickly after. You need to take your mind off your insecurities and how bad you feel about yourself. Tony tries to make casual conversation, just being his old self but as you barely answer, he realizes that something’s wrong with you. He just doesn’t know what.

“You’re staring.” You say to him, without looking up from your computer screen.

“You’re in a bad mood.” He states.

“Am not.”

“Y/N, please.” He stands up from his desk and walks up to yours. “I’m a trained investigator. Talk to me.”

“Not a chance.” You keep working, avoiding eye contact. You’re scared that he may read into you, or worse; that you may cry if he starts to ask too many questions.

“Did Gibbs get the order wrong?” He jokes. He doesn’t mean wrong at all, but it sets you off.

“Just-- leave me alone, DiNozzo.”

You practically jump for your chair, grab your laptop and walk away from the bullpen, leaving your coworker in awe. He’s not sure what just happened, but he’s more convinced that something’s really not okay with you.

You spend the next two hours hiding in the conference room. You didn’t work much, you mostly cried and felt sorry for yourself. You really hate yourself and your body right now. It’s not about gaining some weight, it’s also about how lonely you feel. You love your team more than anything, they really are like your family but when you get home at night, it’s just you. You and your thoughts. You and your loneliness.

You just want someone to get home to. Someone to cuddle, someone to love and who loves you back, someone to fall asleep with. Just someone.

You had your face buried in your arms when you heard the door opening. You look up, ashamed. Gibbs is standing here.

He closes the door behind him and walks to you. “You okay, Y/N?” he softly asks.

“Y-yeah. Just a bit tired.”

“You know, if DiNozzo pissed you off, you can tell me.”

You chuckle. “Nah, it’s nothing he did. I guess I got up on the wrong foot this morning, that’s it.”

Gibbs did let it go - for now - but you knew he didn’t buy any of it.

That is later's concern though, there is some news on the case and you need to get going. The afternoon went better; your mind was focused on the case, you didn’t have time to think of the rest. It’s only when you get back home that it hits again. Before taking a shower, you put a sheet on the big mirror in your bedroom. You don’t want to face your reflection for now.

*****

The next morning, you are in a better mood. Not entirely, you still skipped breakfast and avoided all the mirrors but you made a decision: you won’t let the team know. You won’t let them see you’re going through a tough time. It would only make things worse.

Everything’s going okay until that stupid lawyer shows up. You never wanted to see him again after hooking up with him over a year ago. He seemed nice and good looking, he flirted with you the whole time he was in the office, so when he invited you for a drink, you said yes.

Your agreement had something to do with Gibbs’s flirting with that shrink but to this day, you keep telling yourself that it hadn’t.

After a few drinks, you let the lawyer kiss you and before you knew it, you took him home and you had a one night stand.

The sex wasn’t the problem, you actually had a lot of fun. The problem was the next day.

He was gone before you woke up - still not a problem. But when Gibbs yelled at you for giving him some private information, you understood your mistake. The man had used you. While you were sleeping, he looked into your files and found the information he needed to save his client’s butt.

After that, Gibbs gave you the silent treatment for weeks. And he stopped being mad at you after you came to see him in his basement and did your mea culpa. No one ever talked about it since.

But now, the same man is standing in the middle of the bullpen. You growled to yourself before going in.

You don’t greet him at all, just sit at your desk. “Y/N? That’s you?” he says, apparently shocked.

You look at him briefly and don’t answer.

“My god, what happened to you?” he adds.

“Excuse you?” you snap.

“God, if you had been looking like this last year, I wouldn’t have been able to use you.”

His sentence feels like a punch in your stomach, it hurts. But it shouldn’t and you know it. But it still does. You stay there a moment, not knowing if you want to cry and beat the crap out of him. Probably both at the same, but you don’t move or don’t say a thing, you’re like frozen. You barely don’t notice when Gibbs pushes the man towards the elevator.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Ziva asks.

In the elevator

“Overprotective much, Gibbs?” the lawyer tries to appear confident and unafraid. He has his back against the wall, and in a second, he can hear Gibbs’s fist hitting a few inches away from his head. If the fist had touched his nose, he probably would have needed plastic surgery.

“Ever in your life, you disrespect a woman like that again, and especially--especially not Y/N.”

The lawyer made many people angry over the years, but never had he seen a man as angry as Gibbs looks right now.

“The only reason my hand is in this wall and not your face right now, is because she wouldn’t want me to get in trouble, but trust me when I say that all I want to do right now is to shoot you right in your precious parts.”

Gibbs is panting from anger. He can’t remember the last time he said that many words at once. But there’s no way that he or anyone else can disrespect you like this. Never, under his watch.

“So I’m gonna be very clear, you give that case to someone else. I don’t give a shit who, you just do it. And I don’t ever want to see your face again. Cause if I do, you’ll be so disfigured, you won’t be able to get another woman. Ever.”

“I could sue you for those threats, Special Agent Gibbs.”

“Are you planning to?”

“Maybe I am.”

“Well, in that case--”

This time, Gibbs’s fist hit the nose.

Meanwhile, in the bullpen

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Ziva asks.

“Yeah-yeah,” you clearly lie as your eyes are watering.

Your coworker isn’t buying it. She takes a step forward and hugs you softly. “Please, don’t let him get to you.” she whispers in your ear. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Those words make you cry. You are not really buying them, but it does something to hear them. And you know deep inside that Ziva wouldn’t say something she doesn’t think.

As she keeps hugging, you can feel someone else’s arms wrapping around both of you. It’s Tony and shortly after, Tim is joining. “I think we should call Ducky. We’re going to have a crime scene.” Tony jokes to light the mood.

“I don’t want Gibbs to put himself in trouble for me.” you sadly say.

“Y/N, if Gibbs hadn’t taken him in the elevator, we would all have jumped on him.” Tim tells you. Which surprises you because Tim is the one to avoid a fight as much as he can.

“Also, the only reason I’m not asking you out is because of Rule 12.”

You are about to answer to Tony when you can hear the elevator’s doors opening. You let go of one another and watch Gibbs as he comes back to you and takes you by the hand. “Someone may have to call 911.” he tells the rest of the team.

Gibbs takes you to the other elevator, the one that leads to the lower floors, where Abby’s lab and Autopsy are. But of course, he switches the button as soon as the doors close. He doesn’t say a thing, he just hugs you tight. “Your hand is blue, Gibbs.” you cry in his neck.

“Yeah and his nose is red, who cares.” he kisses your hair. “I don’t want you to cry because of him, Y/N. And especially not because of what he said.”

“But Gibbs--”

“Not ‘but’, Y/N. Look at me.” he softly grabs your chin with his non-injured hand and forces you to look into his eyes. “You may not believe me right now, but you’re beautiful, Y/N. Sexy. Hot.” you uncontrollably shake your head, not buying a word he says. “I know I’m not the best with words, so I’ll let my actions speak.”

Gibbs ducks his head just a bit and closes the gap between his lips and yours. He softly kisses. You probably have never been kissed this softly before. Gibbs is so gentle and tender, his lips move slowly but expertedly. You’re literally melting under him.

The kiss may have lasted for minutes, hours, you don’t really know. You lost track of time, as if the world had stopped spinning.

“I’m sorry I waited for something like this to happen to do it. I’ve wanted this for a very long time, Y/N.”

“Me, too, Gibbs. But I’m not sure that’s the best time. I’ve lost all self confidence and--”

He kisses you again, undoubtedly to make you shut up. “I’ll help you find it again. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

You rest your forehead against his, some tears are still rolling down your cheeks. “You’re not bad with words.”

“I’m still better with touch.”