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[hihello-pinky]

middle of the night

last installment to the After 8PM mini series (yep, calling it that) hehe

part one | part two

suna rintarou x afab reader!

angst to fluff, ig

latter part is not edited and written during the middle of the night (intended)

likes and reblogs will be appreciated! xoxo

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***

almost everyone will agree that finding something to dislike about hani nakamura is like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

you remember the first time you overhear that statement at lunch in the cafeteria, and you laughing a little to yourself. you can’t even blame the gossiping students because that’s just how nice hani is.

however, you should have known that when trying to find a needle in a haystack, you begin to doubt its existence until you feel a prick and you’re bleeding and the needle already got you.

the pain you’re currently feeling is far akin to a small prick as you replay the conversation you had with suna at the convenience store in the middle of the night again and again and again.

“what did you want to talk about that couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” he had asked.

you had taken a deep breath before replying, the words came out of you quickly, as if your bravery for confessing has a timer. “well, i… i have something to tell you. it’s actually a bit selfish of me to say this to you but… i like you as more than just a friend, rin, and it’s been a while now. i’m sorry for suddenly springing this unto you but i just have this need to confess or else i would feel like exploding inside. you don’t have to say anything; you can choose to interact less with me from now on but yeah, i just really needed to get it off of my chest.”

suna had surprised you with his reaction. he had a deep frown on his face and given you an accusing look. “do you really not want me to be happy?”

“huh?”

“for fuck’s sake, y/n, i know about your little game! hani told me everything. you dropping all the hints all those months ago, fueling whatever sort of feelings i had for you, playing with my heart, when you only want to use me to be closer to osamu. i even chose to ignore those because i know we’re young and inclined to do stupid, bad things. but damn! can’t you just leave me alone?”

and you were so dumbstruck by what he had told you that you were only able to look at him in disbelief.

“cat got your tongue?” he bitterly asked before breaking eye contact.

you shook your head after you had processed what he said and with a defeated sigh, said, “we’ve been friends for two years. did you really believe i was that kind of person? why didn’t you ask me to confirm it? and most importantly, i grew up with the miyas so why would i even use you to get to osamu, who, by the way, is like a brother to me? you know what, suna? maybe you’re right. i should leave you alone. i don’t deserve to be around someone who would easily believe lies about me.”

you feel tears roll down your cheeks as you force your mind to stop the reel of what would probably be the last time you ever talked to suna. not for the first time, you wish to never have called him and asked to meet. oh, to only have sucked the pain up and not confess to him. maybe the heartbreak would be less than what you have to deal with right now.

the concerned look on his face as he met you in the convenience store doesn’t matter anymore; neither does the fact that he was wearing the hoodie you’ve always asked him to give to you.

hurt, betrayal, and anger all brew inside of you. you can’t even fully process everything. hani, who everyone sees as the sweet and kind person betrayed you as a friend. suna, who had captured your heart, hurt you for believing that you are capable of doing such terrible things. and to top it all, anger at the both of them and mostly anger at yourself for walking away from suna before he can even respond to what you said to him.

*

suffice it is to say, the next time you see suna is extremely awkward. it’s at volleyball practice and thankfully, you’re not the sole manager of the club, making it easier for you to avoid any interactions with him.

“are you feeling better now?” osamu quietly asks you as he takes the water bottle from your hand during one of their breaks.

you reply with a nod but before you can let go of the bottle and escape from the twin's prodding questions, the grey-haired boy uses it to pull you closer to him. “you didn’t respond to any of my messages yesterday and you’re avoiding suna like he’s the plague.”

you click your tongue. of course he would notice. the same way he knew the reason of your breakdown in his car after that dinner. i’m not an idiot, y/n. i can see through your lies during all the time ‘sumu and me teased you. you actually really like sunarin.

“i swear i’m fine, ‘samu. stop being a worry-wart for me, okay?” you forcefully take your hand from the bottle and you swivel away from the twin only to meet eyes with suna.

it’s obvious he’s been watching the interaction and your chest tightens, thinking about what he said the other night. once you notice him begin to walk towards your direction, you quickly turn to tend to aran. thankfully, the coach calls for the practice to resume not long after.

you usually admire suna during practice (when you’re not too busy taking notes) but just seeing him at the present brings back memories of what happened so you try to avoid looking at him. those same memories keeping you up at night. suna, at your favorite convenience store in the middle of the night, looking at your exasperatedly and shooting words that hurt you while wearing your favorite hoodies of him.

the coach’s whistle echoes in the gym, breaking you out of your sorrowful thoughts. “suna, are you not feeling well? you seem a lot distracted.”

suna sighs heavily and you barely miss your co-managers whispering to each other how there are rumors that suna recently got in a lovers' quarrel with hani. your heart is thumping wildly as you watch him approach the coach who is sitting very near to where you’re standing.

“sorry, coach,” he says as he scratches at his nape. “yes, i’m not feeling well.” he then shoots you a not-so-subtle quick look. “can y/n accompany me to the clinic?”

*

he knows it’s a foul move to involve the coach and the team in the middle of practice but suna didn’t know what else to do. you’ve blocked his number and all his social accounts. his attempts to talk to you in person have all been futile. it's not helping that osamu refuses to talk to him about you.

so, really, he was left with no choice.

however, you remain awfully quiet as the two of you walk towards the school infirmary, a good distance between your bodies. he wants to talk to you but he doesn’t know where to begin, especially that this is very different from all the times that he has walked you home in the past where a silence is most welcome, oftentimes interrupted when a stray cat passes by.

when you arrive at the clinic, the nurse is out so you take seats at the waiting area. “y/n…” he finally says after a few moments pass with your deliberately ignoring him.

you still refuse to look at him and instead play with your hands. the action calls his attention towards your wrist and it breaks his heart to see the absence of the beaded bracelet that you always wore ever since he gave it to you after he won it in an egg claw machine game a year ago.

“y/n, please… will you hear me out?” suna doesn't mind that there obviously is desperation in his voice,

your jaw clenches a little as your fingers pause. he imagines the internal conflict within you before you finally let out a soft sigh. “okay.”

suna doesn’t miss a beat. “i’m sorry. i’m so, very sorry, y/n. i talked to hani and she admitted to everything. still, it does not change the fact that i hurt you by believing in her lies. i don’t know what happened to me and i have no excuse for myself.”

when you finally look at him, he almost wishes you continued to avoid his gaze. gone is the warmth that he always sees in your gaze and in its place is just hurt and sadness. “i just keep thinking… that all these months, during our every interaction, at the back of your mind, there’s this thought that i’m a bad person. and i…” your voice breaks as you swallow. “i don’t know, suna. why didn’t you just talk to me?”

why? it’s the same question he’s been pestering himself with for the past two nights. how could he let that happen? why was he easily deceived by hani’s lies?

“i’m sorry, y/n,” he apologizes again, aware of the despair laced in his voice. “i wish i can take away the hurt i’ve caused you.”

your teary eyes mirror his own. “i don’t know if i can trust my so-called friends ever again. i’m just confused and sad and hurt, rin.”

the slip of his nickname buries the hatchet deeper in his chest and suna just wants to scream. he wants to say that he broke up with hani shortly after she confessed about the lies. but that wouldn’t change anything now, and it’s not like you would care. not knowing what else to do, he moves to sit beside you and carefully reaches for your hand.

when you don’t resist, he begins to rub this thumb against your palm as he gently maneuvers your head against his shoulder. his chest tightens as the sleeve of his uniform quickly dampens.

no more words leave either of your mouths, the silence enveloping you as he lets you cry against him, just like how he let your tears stain his hoodie the first time you bumped into each other at the 12th convenience store in the middle of the night over a year ago, the warmth of his shoulder comforting you from your pet hedgehog’s passing.

only this time, your tears are caused by him.

*

“suna, you’ve been a close friend of miya atsumu ever since high school, how are you feeling about his engagement?” the reporter asks behind the camera.

you watch suna wear that signature smirk of his. “of course i’m happy for my friend, and i wish a lot of good luck to his beloved.” his answer causes a few laughter from around him.

“how about you, then? you’ve been extremely secretive about your love life.” the reporter follows up excitedly.

suna raises an eyebrow. “i thought you said you only have one question for me?” he shakes his head before beginning to walk away. “but all i can say is that i’m happy.”

the reporter fumbles a little but he has lost suna already, so he moves on to one of the other players from the national team.

you’re about to switch channels when a small figure joins you on the couch. “mama! was that papa?”

you turn to your son – a complete miniature of his father – and ruffle his hair. “yes, sweetie.”

he breaks into a toothless grin and goes to the center of the living room to dance around, all the while singing about how his papa is in the television.

meanwhile, your phone rings and you answer it quickly. “hey.”

“hey. did you watch?”

“yeah… you were so great. though i have one question for you, and i promise it’s one question only.”

rin’s soft chuckle at the other end of the line makes your heart flutter. “so you saw the interview? go on, what’s your question, love?”

you take a quick but deep breath before asking. “do you ever regret agreeing to keeping our relationship secret? like, nobody knows you’re married and with a kid, and most people think you’re just some volleyball-obsessed person who’s going to grow old alone.”

he laughs once again. “i didn’t know people think that about me,” he mocks surprise. “but to answer your question, no. i’d rather people believe i’d grow old alone than curse me for being a jerk who once hurt the love of his life when they were teens.

"i also don’t want people to know that i spent my senior year in high school trying to woo you and earn your forgiveness. how you forgave me and we became friends again but then you rejected me when i confessed after graduation? no way.”

you’re also laughing now, reminiscing on the past. how, after that day in the clinic, you and suna drifted for the rest of sophomore year. you had wanted space and he respected that.

you never got closure with hani, her family coincidentally having to move to tokyo after that school year ended but you think that’s for the best. you didn’t know what you would have told her anyway.

“so all this secrecy because you don’t want people to know that you’ve been rejected?” the teasing in your voice makes you giggle yourself.

“yes,” he replies playfully. “and also because i want to protect you! i remained loyally single for years until you finally agreed to a date during your senior year in university. god knows some crazy fans might curse you for making the suna rintarou wait for you!"

“and whose fault is that?” you’re smiling crazily into the phone now. “also, since we’re spilling stuff here, how about you also tell the world how you knocked me up three months into our relationship?”

your eyes drift to your three-year-old son who’s running towards the sounds at the front door. it’s when you notice that rin has dropped the call. he crouches down to kiss your son at the top of his head before covering his ears. “again, i’m sorry about that accident honey, but look at our little angel, isn’t he a cutie?”

you cross the small distance from the couch to the doorway. finally reaching your husband, you kiss him on the cheek. “the world is missing out on seeing your cute mini version.”

he wraps an arm around you as you both watch your son whose attention has gone back to the toys on the carpet. “what’s with all these hints, love? are you saying you’re finally okay with giving the public a glimpse of our happy life?”

you nuzzle your head against his chest. “maybe yes. maybe no… maybe later when…”

“hmm?”

you don’t respond for a while. “say, rin, do you want to drop by the 12th convenience store later around midnight once our son is asleep? i already asked osamu to come over to watch him.”

rin hums against you. "that's random, though? and how come you get 'samu to agree to babysitting favors so easily when i have to literally boost the sales of his onigiri?"

"silly, silly, sunarin," you singsong as you slap him playfully. "so, what do you think? wanna go to our convenience store later, at the middle of the night?"

"okay. do i need to bring the big eco-bag for the snacks we will be hauling?"

you untangle yourself from his arms as you make your way to your child. a perfect guise to hide your grin. "actually, no. we'll just be buying a little item."

*

in hindsight, you should have known better.

atsumu miya, despite being a professional volleyball player and recently getting engaged to the nonchalant sakusa kiyoomi, still likes to drink alcohol.

here you find yourself again at a long table, your friends from the volleyball club in high school gathered along with some of their plus ones. onigiri miya had closed early today for the private event. as osamu miya worked on the food with the help of his new assistant (whose eyes can't stop admiring her boss, but you'll tease osamu about that later) his blonde brother is already almost done with his first bottle.

he's telling the story of how they pranked one of their teammates that he and sakusa had broken up as a way of sharing their engagement. when the poor younger boy learned of the joke, he had ignored them to the point that atsumu had to reach out to kageyama to get him to talk to him.

"i told you it was a stupid idea and yet you didn't listen," sakusa adds to the ending of atsumu's story.

you laugh with your friends around the table, your lips opening up in a yawn once the laughter dies down. rin, ever the observant lover, lowly asks if you're okay, gently squeezing your hand he's holding under the table.

"i'm fine," you smile sweetly at him and his eyes soften a little. upon seeing he's still a little bit worried, you peck his cheek. "don't worry about me."

"you should be getting some rest," he says.

he must have said it louder than he intended or maybe you two just did not notice the table going quiet. atsumu speaks. "rest? suna, we're still not at the age to be tucking in bed at 8:00 PM. you know what we actually need? drinks!"

somehow, he gets the others to drink as well. shortly after, osamu finishes with the food preparation and his assistant, along with kita and aran, help set the table. the group happily eat and converse, sharing updates about their lives and reminiscing on their high school days. suddenly, you feel someone glaring at you.

"what?" you curiously ask atsumu whose eyes are looking at you with as much focus as he can muster with his tipsy state. "you're cheating!"

"huh?" your brows are furrowed and you turn to rin beside you but to your surprise, he's laughing. everyone looks at the both of you, half-intrigued and half amused.

rin kisses your forehead before taking the glass on his left and sipping. "he meant this, love. idiot surprisingly notices i've been drinking for us."

you're pretty sure you're already blushing. "oh."

"ah ha!" atsumu looks proud. "so i was right? come one, y/n, it's no fair! why are you not drinking? omimi and ginjima are the designated drivers tonight so no need to hold back!"

your cheeks still feel warm. "actually, i can't... i shouldn't have been drinking three weeks ago..." you exchange a look with rin and he nods at you. before you can continue, atsumu cuts you off with an excited squeal. "suna rintarou! how dare you keep this secret from me! and you, y/n, i thought i'm your brother!"

"for goodness' sake, 'tsumu, calm down," suna responds to the blonde, we actually only found out a week ago."

atsumu pouts, his cute drunken antics entertaining everyone at the table. "fine, forgiven. but i better be the godfather this time around!"

*

despite ginjima's insistence to drive you and rintarou home, you both decline his offer. after all, the walk home for onigiri miya restaurant to your home is not that far and late night walks with your rin is always welcome.

the moon and stars provide the two of you light as you walk home, your arms linked together. the night's breeze is nothing against rin's warm body. "love, i'm gonna tell you something but please don't panic, okay?"

his sudden sentence surprises you but you hum in agreement anyway.

"we're being followed by some media."

"oh."

he stops in his track, urging you to do the same. he looks down at your face, eyes holding gentleness one would not have expected from the stoic middle blocker. "do you want me to tell them off?"

you surprise yourself by saying no. rin cocks his head slightly before you respond. "i think i'm okay with a little bit of our private life being shared to the world."

he studies your face for a moment before smiling. "okay."

"okay?"

"yeah," he breathes close, hand already cupping your face. you get on your tiptoes as suna rintarou leans down and kisses you, but not before softly whispering, "i love you, y/n."

camera shutters be damned.

*

[ 11:07 PM]

[Instagram Update: s.rintarou posted a photo]

[is the "growing old alone" in the room with us?]

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[jihyocentric]

can't go a week without my fwb jeonghyo

-

nayeon and tzuyu had a fight, jihyo and jeongyeon were the ones who dealt with the consequences of it.

they weren't used to having other people in their apartment for longer than a night, as sometimes jihyo and jeongyeon had friends sleeping over. tzuyu had been there for an entire week already, and even if jihyo and jeongyeon wanted to be good friends and take her in for as long as she needed, they still needed privacy — and tzuyu couldn't run away from nayeon for the rest of her life.

the one who suffered the most was jeongyeon, by being depraved of her alone time with jihyo. during the first couple of days, she didn't attempt to touch jihyo at all, hoping tzuyu was going back to nayeon soon, but for the next few days tzuyu didn't even mention nayeon. jihyo had fun with jeongyeon's eagerness, and for the first couple of days she caught jeongyeon looking at her with a pout on her lips multiple times, knowing exactly why jeongyeon was sulking. it was fun, until jihyo herself started missing their privacy.

jihyo and jeongyeon were most definitely confused as to why tzuyu and nayeon had fought. tzuyu hadn't told them the reason, and when they tried to contact nayeon, the main reason of their lack of sex for the week, nayeon said tzuyu was just being childish, which didn't help much. they sided tzuyu with tzuyu because it was convenient and because tzuyu had a special place in their hearts.

by the end of the week, jihyo and jeongyeon were done trying to keep their hands to themselves, and they might have become careless. too careless for their own good.

"do you think she heard it?" jihyo asks breathlessly, falling on top of jeongyeon, mouth and chin smeared with jeongyeon's slick.

"i'm not noisy like you," jeongyeon replies, hands sneaking across jihyo's waist and then grabbing her bare thighs, pushing them apart to make jihyo straddle her properly.

"i couldn't hear anything with your thighs around my ears," jihyo says teasingly, moaning when jeongyeon grabs her tits, hands barely able to hold them completely.

"can i say i missed your tits?" jeongyeon asks genuinely. "because i touch them everyday when you're sleeping, so i'm not sure if i should say i miss them, but i do."

"you what?!" jihyo presses jeongyeon's shoulders against the mattress.

jeongyeon freezes, realizing she had just turned herself in. jihyo looks shocked. she's not mad, but she pretends she is, wanting to push jeongyeon's buttons.

"um, i..." jeongyeon starts, tries to think about a logic reason for her to touch jihyo while she slept, but she can't come up with anything. "we need a shower..." she deviates from the topic. "yes, we need a shower, you can wait for me in the bathroom."

she pulls away before jihyo can answer and jihyo laughs, deciding to spare jeongyeon from more teasing. she gets up from the bed, puts her clothes back on and steps carefully on the ground as she heads to the bathroom, not wanting to make any noise.

jihyo leaves the door open for jeongyeon as she undresses, and only after she's fully wet under the shower that jeongyeon shows up. jihyo's attention goes straight down, to the toy between jeongyeon's legs that intrigued her, as it had no harness but was fixated in place.

"what is that?" jihyo asks curiously, touching it when jeongyeon joins her in the shower.

"it's something that's gonna make you feel really good," jeongyeon answers gallantly, making jihyo sigh as jeongyeon takes her in her lap easily.

"such a show off." jihyo scoffs. "if we fall i won't have sex with you for a month."

jeongyeon positions the toy against jihyo's slick core, the tip naturally finding its way towards jihyo's entrance. "but you couldn't take a week without it." she slides it in, holding back a moan when her own clit bumps into the base of the strap. "fuck- this feels nice."

"is it inside you too?" jihyo asks, her voice as low as a whisper, dragging her nails across jeongyeon's nape, and soon her mouth finds a familiar spot on jeongyeon's neck.

jeongyeon confirms with a silent hum, hands holding jihyo tightly. jihyo hisses when her back hits the cold wall, but she whimpers when jeongyeon starts filling her in her usual pace. the stretch feels nice, it's not too big, but it's thick in just the right amount, making jihyo's nails sink in jeongyeon's shoulders as she tries hard not to moan.

jihyo doesn't make a sound. it's rare when she can keep quiet, and even rarer when jeongyeon can't, so when jihyo feels jeongyeon's hands holding her impossibly tighter and realizes jeongyeon is enjoying that more than she'd thought, she chuckles against her neck, peppering the skin with kisses.

"it's so cute when you get excited fucking me," jihyo coos, deliberately provoking jeongyeon.

"it's even cuter when you look like a mess after i'm done," jeongyeon hits back, nearly out of breath.

jeongyeon stops the thrusting of her hips for a brief moment, holding the back of jihyo's thighs securely, making jihyo gasp at the movement that leads to the shaft sinking deeper. when jeongyeon is sure jihyo she's holding jihyo firmly, she resumes the jolting of her hips but now switches to deep, piercing thrusts that makes jihyo whimper.

jihyo's heat welcomed the girth nicely, walls greedily grasping the shaft. perhaps she was too out of herself that she barely heard the squeaks escaping her mouth or the sound of slick and skin clapping against skin that filled the bathroom each time jeongyeon's hips jerked forward harshly.

jihyo comes and her body trembles, moaning softly as her forehead rested on jeongyeon's shoulder, walls clenching around the toy inside of her.

"hyo," jeongyeon calls, sweating despite being next to the cold water still falling from the shower. jihyo hums in response, lightheaded after coming for the first time in a week. "suck me off."

jihyo feels herself clenching harder around the toy nestled inside of her at jeongyeon's request, and she hops off jeongyeon's lap quickly. she sinks to her knees in front of jeongyeon and wraps her mouth around the toy, familiar with making jeongyeon come by sucking her strap off, but this time it felt way better for jeongyeon, as she could feel more stimulation directly at her clit.

jeongyeon tips her head down, grabbing jihyo's hair, looking straight into her eyes as jihyo tasted her own cum around the shaft. jihyo bobs her head slowly, dragging her lips along the toy, making a show of sucking jeongyeon off, knowing how worked up jeongyeon got whenever she did that.

at some point jihyo feels jeongyeon pushing her down on the thick shaft, making her moan at the intrusion, her throat stretching deliciously to receive the thickness of the toy but she lets jeongyeon fuck her mouth gladly, her nose reaching jeongyeon's stomach when jeongyeon finally reaches her peak.

"unnies, i think peanut is hungry, he kept scratching the door of my-" tzuyu stops in her tracks when she passes by the bathroom door.

jeongyeon's eyes widens when she realizes her mistake of not closing the door. her cheeks flush and so does tzuyu's, and before she can explain (or, realistically, try to) tzuyu screams and goes back running to her temporary room. jihyo frees herself from jeongyeon's hands and pulls away, breathless and flushing, but certainly not as embarrassed as jeongyeon.

"you didn't lock the door." jihyo says in a low tone that makes jeongyeon shiver. it was partially her fault as well, as jihyo also didn't think about the open door, too focused on more important things. but jeongyeon should've logically closed it. "a month, yoo jeongyeon. a month. no sex."

jeongyeon leans her head back down and looks at jihyo desperately, ready to persuade her into not giving her that kind of punishment, but jihyo cuts her off. "a month. and that's final."

the next day, tzuyu goes back to the apartment she shared with nayeon. jihyo ends up breaking her own words the moment tzuyu leaves, pouncing on jeongyeon the exact second that the door is closed and tzuyu is no longer there. tzuyu doesn't say a word about what she'd seen and she also doesn't allow jihyo or jeongyeon to comment on it, although jeongyeon tries to make things better by making a nice breakfast for her and apologizing.

tzuyu only touches on that wounded memory one time, when she's drunk and all nine of them are hanging out, drinking and playing games. it's random when she blurts it out, her voice is so unusually loud that the four words gets everyone's attention.

"jeongyeon is a bottom!" tzuyu affirms with her voice raspy and piercing, clearly wasted.

jihyo bursts out laughing. deep down she knew that sooner or later tzuyu would mention what she'd seen, but she definitely wasn't expecting for that kind of accusation.

"what?! i'm not!" jeongyeon quickly defends herself. she feels eight pair of eyes staring at her attentively. chaeyoung in particular was seemingly shocked. jeongyeon taps jihyo's thigh. "tell them i'm not!"

"i think it's time for tzuyu to go to bed," jihyo tells nayeon, ignoring jeongyeon's request. "she kind of saw us, you know... when she stayed with us."

"they traumatized me." tzuyu pouts, hiding her face on nayeon's shoulder. "next time we have a fight, you have to go spend some time with them, okay unnie?"

nayeon laughs, patting tzuyu's head. "let's go to bed, baby."

jeongyeon watches as nayeon takes tzuyu inside, with her arms crossed, clearly sulking. it's not that she cared about what the other girls thought about her, but the convinced grin on jihyo's face annoyed her deeply.

"remember you were sucking my dick that time. stop acting smug." jeongyeon whispers next to jihyo's ear.

"come on, let me have this." jihyo pouts and jeongyeon sighs. she answers by kissing jihyo's puckered lips and decides to ignore the judgmental looks chaeyoung gave her and the questioning ones from the other girls.

if jihyo was happy, she was happy. even if it costed a small amount of her pride.

[cripplecharacters]

What do you think about a blind character who uses her cane as a magical focus? it's in a fantasy setting where magic is very widespread and works in a variety of ways, mostly based on the channels that work well for the individual. I thought it might make sense for her to use her cane for that, because it would be an object with a lot of significance that she would have around all of the time, but are there problems with it that I'm not aware of?

Also, would it be okay to have spells to give her a sense of an area or tell her where people are? I imagine they would have a limited scope and she wouldn't be using them all the time, so I don't think they would fall under "superpowers that allow the character to see," but I want to be sure. They're space pirates, and I planned for this character to have a fighting role, but I can find another job for her if that's bad. Or she could do that without orienting magic?

Sorry for my several different questions. I don't even know how large of a role this character will play in my story, I just start designing characters and get carried away. thank you have a nice day

Hi! To answer your first question about using her cane as a magical focus, I don’t think there is much inherently wrong with that idea. Personally, I find it more interesting to separate disability and powers, and would more enjoy seeing a blind character whose focus was something completely unrelated to her disability, but I don’t think it’s particularly problematic on its own. The only thing that comes to mind is that it can run the risk of making everything revolve around this characters blindness, so I would personally encourage you to consider who she is outside of her blindness and what other kind of object she might choose. It helps when a disabled character isn’t just disabled as there only predominant feature and has other interests that are reflected in other parts of themselves. Make sure the object she chooses fits who she is as a person, not just what her disability is.

As for giving her spells that would allow her to form a mental image of an area, I would generally advise against that as it does cross into the territory of super powers that negate a disability, giving her a sort of magic vision. Powers that would replace a mobility aid are frequently a little too conveniently powerful and wind up allowing the disabled character to read more like an abled one, erasing big chunks of the disability. It’s often used as a way for abled writers to be able to just write the disabled character the same way they would write an abled character, which can lead to a lot of instances of it feeling like the character is only disabled when it’s interesting or plot relevant or convenient for the author. However, I do very deeply appreciate that you still planned to give this character a cane and not fully replace it with these powers. That is already a huge and awesome thing to see that doesn’t happen often enough.

I think it’s super important to consider exactly how a power like that would convey all the necessary information as well, in order to really understand what benefits might be possible, what the drawbacks might be, and where its limitations are. Often times, powers like this are used as sort of a shortcut to avoid finding out those answers, so I would suggest doing a little more research about what kind of information a blind person can receive already without powers and exactly how a power might provide information that is more useful. Often times, when people come up with super powers or even real life technology that is supposed to provide information to a blind person, it ends up being information that a blind person can already receive pretty easily with their own body and senses.

For example, if she needs to know where people are in a space, people generally make a lot of noise, even if they don’t realize it. Breathing, walking, the shifting around of fabric from their clothes — heck, even if the person is standing totally still, in close range, a blind person who’s already learned how to adapt can usually hear the fact that the air is not very open in that spot and it sounds like someone might be standing next to them trying not to breathe and be caught.

In particular about your character, close range fighting is something that is super easy to do without any augmentation. Plenty of blind people are on wrestling teams in school or blind sports teams with only minor modifications to equipment, and it’s really easy not only to hear where your opponent is moving based on the sound their actual body is making, but also based on the openness of the air and the feeling of air displacement as limbs move about quickly. They might miss a few things here and there, but by and large, physical close range combat is pretty easy to do without seeing.

This topic comes up a lot when people try to design real life technology to tell blind people if their friends are nearby or if there are objects in their paths, because most of the time, your own senses will give you a ton more detail and specificity. Simply hearing a person talking to you will tell you who it is, their exact angle, and a pretty solid estimated distance from you, but technology can often only give you a vague idea such as “left.” But then, in that situation, you are left wondering who is to the left? How far to the left? Are they 3 feet to my left butt 10 feet back? And even if it can tell you in that exact specificity, it often takes several sentences for technology to describe exactly where, and can only tell you about one person at a time, and it’s often faster and simpler to just call out your friends name and hear them respond. The same thing applies with powers, and it’s often a case of “don’t fix what’s not broken.”

Similarly, there are a lot of technologies designed that claim to be able to replace the white cane, such as vibrating tools that buzz when you are near an obstacle. But it cannot tell you what the obstacle is, what size it is, exactly how far away it is, what kind of angle it’s at, or any other super important pieces of information. On the other hand, if you simply touch the object directly with your cane, that alone already tells you exactly where it’s located and what angle it’s at, what material it is, how big it is, and what exactly the object might be, because not only can you feel it directly, but you can hear the way your cane interacts with the material which tells you a ton of information all at once with one single tap. This method is often far more effective and efficient then standing around waving this little buzzing gadget for a minute and a half trying to build the most vague outline of the object.

All this is to say that I think it’s important to consider exactly what kind of information these spells can supposedly provide and ask yourself if it would really be any more effective than regular non-visual techniques. Sometimes there are spells and powers that can totally be useful, such as transmutation spells that might be able to raise printed letters so your character can feel them, thereby acting as an accessibility aid. But more often than not, navigational powers like this often don’t really have any benefits that can’t already be gained in the traditional ways even better. Frequently, the answer turns out to be no, or at least not without straying into disability negating territory.

Other important questions to ask before giving your character a power like this include the following:

How time consuming or energy intensive is it?

In what situation is it not useful?

Does it come with any negative side effects?

How else could the character accomplish this task without the power? How do they do it if they are in a situation where they can’t use the power?

How long has the character had this power and known how do use it? How did they accomplish the task before that?

Would this character actually want powers like this? Does it fit who they are as a person and what their interests are?

I think my final — and possibly most important — point on the topic of spells that would allow her to navigate is to really consider whether or not this character as a person would be interested in those powers, especially if these are her only or primary spells and powers. Too often, disabled characters are given magic or super powers that are conveniently tightly tied to their disabilities, rather than powers that would suit the character, the way powers would be assigned to any other abled character. It’s often fueled by an underlying assumption that of course a disabled person would want to feel less disabled. Of course a blind person would want to see or get as close to it as possible. But in reality, that’s not always the case, and very frequently is not the case at all.

Would this character personally take interest in spells or powers like that? What are her other interests? What other kind of powers would she like to have? What kind of powers might suit her personality better? What method do you use to determine the spells and powers used by your abled characters? Whatever that method is, apply it in the same way to your disabled characters. Allow their character as a whole to dictate their powers, even if the powers you come up with using that method have nothing to do with their disability or are even outright contrary to it. That goes along way toward making a disabled character feel more well-rounded and human and complete, rather than just a living embodiment of disability.

The blind character with blindness accommodating powers is often not just common but the default. If there is a blind character with powers, it is almost always powers that a little too conveniently happened to revolve around hearing or feeling or augmenting other senses in order to negate chunks of the blindness. I have seen hundreds of these characters, but hardly ever have I seen a blind character who can fly or speak to animals or just blow things up with their mind. I would love to start seeing more blind characters who have magic or super powers that have nothing to do with blindness whatsoever but instead have everything to do with the character as a person.

I’m sorry this answer has gotten so incredibly long! I will undoubtedly end up using lots of this to make a more generalized post about giving magic or super powers to blind characters, but I hope it wasn’t overwhelming. Thank you so much for asking this question!

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Day Twenty-seven

Well that's been a very soggy day!

Woke up on a nice soft mossy ground amidst some pine trees a little outside of Portgordon, before loading up on a good breakfast and coffee for the miles ahead.

Onwards! A loop around some industrial areas before dropping onto the old rail line again and crossing the River Spey at Garnouth across an impressive old bridge.

The line carries on through the very pretty areas around Elgin, with a stop off for water and taking in the cathedral.

It's not long before we depart the old track and stick a little closer to the shore, with some more country lanes before hitting Kinloss.

The wind has been getting up but some good patches of trees past town make a natural windbreak to allow rustling up a solid lunch. The forecast has a lot of rain heading over and I feel it'll likely be a while before it'll be convenient to get more calories in and take advantage of the lull.

Sure enough, as I'm packing back up the rains start to arrive, so it's time to throw on the waterproofs and get going.

Unlike the previous day, this is some gentle but relentless drizzle that the skies will be able to keep pouring out for hours on end, and soon the entire sky is a solid grey from horizon to horizon.

Good riding weather for keeping the heat off! Alas the run hits some trouble here, as whilst I usually avoid big puddles due to what they may be hiding, the narrow country lanes and needing to pass an oncoming car near Brodie Castle mean dipping into one, which was hiding a missing patch of road.

Flying into the rut, there's not much time to react before I'm thrown from the saddle to fly into a nice thorny hedge of gorse, with the bike crashing beneath me.

After the initial shock wore off, it's time to take stock. For myself, there's plenty of bruising and a good amount of thorns pincushioning various parts, but thankfully nothing seems too seriously amiss.

A cursory check of the bike, however, produces a lot of grinding noises, so it's time to break out the toolkit and check the damage.

I've had this bike, a Fuji Tourer, for over seven years now, and I continue to be impressed by what an absolute tank it is. One handlebar is slightly twisted which is quickly remedied, and the front brakes are readjusted as they'd taken a knock and were pushing against the wheel. That was all that was required to be rolling once more, despite impacting the road with a fair weight of luggage and speed.

I've seen it advertised at times as an "entry level" touring bike, but damn it's awesome, and the mechanical reliability in it alone is worth it's weight. The Sam Vimes Boots Theory of Economics in action.

Still, I'm rather sore at this point and there's a lot of miles to go! Things will likely start seizing up in the legs if a break is taken, and the rain is still coming down, so it's back in the saddle and onwards once more.

NCN 1 has been excellently signposted for a good while now, but alas that changes once entering Nairn and with the rain now in its fourth hour of coming down solidly, I'm unable to check my electronics easily to remedy the route, so a quick ride down the seafront leads to a nice warm little cafe called Strathnairn where I'm able to dry off a little, treat myself to a latte and millionaire shortbread, and take stock of what's ahead.

Whilst I've had a rest day for the legs very recently, I'm feeling quite battered now, and I'd like an opportunity to have a proper look at the bike for issues, as well as get the brakes tightened up. And with Inverness coming up, the last bigger place I'll be seeing for quite a long time, it makes sense to find a hostel and check in for a couple of nights to get some needed chores and healing done.

However, there are still a good few miles between Nairn and Inverness! So with the clock hitting half four, it's time for the road once more.

We're through Moray and into The Highlands, and the route lets us know by immediately throwing a vicious ascent the likes of which I've nit had to tackle since the Yorkshire Moors.

Route 1 takes us high up into the hills above the Moray Firth, and does at least reward the tough climbing with some great views across the landscape. The ghostly hills we saw yesterday are now very solid and wreathed with clouds and mist. we'll be round to them in a few days!

A nice long gradual descent allows taking a break whilst gliding downwards past some gorgeous forest with carpets of moss, before another couple of steep climbs are tackled, and yhe path finally runs down to the outskirts of Inverness.

The route into the city centre itself is pretty well signposted from here and it's not too much trouble to follow right in to arrive at 8pm, to be greeted by a full marching band of bekilted Scots with bagpipes blaring.

A couple of minutes later and the hostel is reached, with a very needed hit shower, soke free shortbread, and as much te and coffee as I like.

An eventful day indeed! Tomorrow will be spent getting soke laundry done, checking over the bike, and getting some healing done. We'll be back on Thursday!

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Review #2 - Given (Volumes 1, 2, and 3)

Japanese title: ギヴン (given)

Story and art: Natsuki Kizu

English publisher: SuBLime

Number of volumes: 6 in English, 7 (soon-to-be 8) in Japanese (ongoing)

What’s left to say about a series that’s already elicited so many reactions? Well, I add a few hundred words into the Mix.

(This review contains story spoilers.)

Full disclosure: My first exposure to Given was the anime, which was also my first exposure to BL as a whole. These first three volumes cover all 11 episodes of the anime as well as the first few scenes of the movie and OVA, so my review of the manga will definitely be influenced by the show.

And let me begin by saying that watching the show was really an experience for me. I don’t really follow anime, so my initial exposure to it has always been the fantastical, larger-than-life types of shows that I would see gifs and art of online. So to find a show that not only fits into my more preferred genre but also revolves around a healthy depiction of a budding gay relationship - and not to mention its focus on music, its unique blend of tragedy and humor, and its incredible character dynamics - let’s just say it blew my mind.

So it should be no surprise that it was also what convinced me to try out reading manga, since I saw online that there are a lot of things that happen after the events of the movie and OVA. I had reservations about it at first, since Given’s first performance as a four-man band is so central to the story that I didn’t know how the manga would be able to portray that level of emotion with only text and pictures to work with. And while I do think that the anime adds a whole other level of depth to that performance, the manga more than makes up for it by delivering similar depth to the rest of the story.

From the very first panel that introduces the entire series - one that sees Mafuyu looking up at a particular body - you already get the sense as a reader that you’re in for an emotional ride. But I think what makes this plot point impactful is that the story doesn’t dwell on it until it needs to. Sure, it’s always on the back of your mind whenever Mafuyu does something weird, but seeing him develop new friendships, familiarize himself with music and band life, reconnect with his past through Hiiragi, and ultimately fall in love with Uenoyama is what makes the gradual reveal of what happened to Yuki all the more heartbreaking.

And I never felt the sense that all these other plots and dynamics were only there to service the main Yuki plot, or even the Mafuyu-Uenoyama one - they all stood on their own and contributed to the strength of the story as a whole. Uenoyama’s classmates could’ve easily been just devices that advanced the guitarist’s characterization when needed, but Itaya and Ueki also served to give Mafuyu the space to build new connections outside of the band. Waka could’ve just been the instigator of the plot point that Kasai very conveniently reveals to Uenoyama in the latter half of Volume 1, but the fact that it’s her reaction to Mafuyu’s performance that gets the first spotlight in Volume 3 says a lot about how important these characters are to the story as a whole.

I think that’s a good segueway to what really sold me on the series - its characters and the dynamics between them. And I think you can easily guess who I want to focus on for this.

Mafuyu is probably my favorite protagonist out of all the manga I’ve read so far. How he’s initially presented as this jumbled up jigsaw puzzle that you slowly solve after each chapter is very well-done, and it’s made more effective by all of the dynamics he shares with each character. The Mafuyu we see perform on stage might be different from the Mafuyu we see awkwardly asking Uenoyama to fix his guitar, but we couldn’t have reached the former without going through the latter. This development being streamlined into his journey as a band member and songwriter is also really nice, as it gives him something to work toward - which he’s notably been missing ever since Yuki’s passing.

Speaking of which, I cannot stress enough how well-done I find the Mafuyu-Hiiragi dynamic to be in this first arc. Their scenes together were among my favorites in the anime, and I think he’s the perfect character to anchor Mafuyu’s development whenever it involves moving on from Yuki. These two are probably my favorite platonic dynamic of the series, and it’s a major selling point of these first three volumes for me.

I also believe that part of the strength of Mafuyu’s characterization also has a lot to do with how, at least for the first three volumes, majority of the narrative is told through Uenoyama’s perspective. We find out more about Mafuyu in almost the same pace as Uenoyama does, but we’re also treated to the guitarist’s own character development along the way. It’s easy to forget that Uenoyama was stuck in a creative rut right before he runs into Mafuyu in the stairwell, and while that plot point’s resolution gets swept up with his developing feelings, I think it’s still important to note that Uenoyama does experience a similarly important shift in character, although at a much smaller scale. Seeing these characterizations progress in parallel with each other, while at the same time being influenced by one another, makes them eventually getting together a lot more satisfying.

(I have similar amounts of things to say for the other two bandmates as well as for Ugetsu, but I’ll save it for when I review the later volumes when the plot shifts to their own dynamics. I do want to note that I like how we already get glimpses of what’s happening between these three early on, so when the story shifts to that arc it doesn’t feel like it comes out of nowhere.)

Given will always hold a special place in my heart as the series that introduced me to BL, and I feel fortunate to have that introduction be an incredibly deep and moving story. When I was experiencing that high after watching it for the first time, I found solace in reading through three-year-old comments online from people who were lucky enough to watch it when it first aired, and one that really stuck with me is how this series is something that you don’t just easily move on from. And after reading the manga, that comment couldn’t be any truer.

Random thoughts that I couldn’t fit elsewhere:

One thing I do want to commend the anime for is how it fleshes out quite a number of scenes from the manga that make them a lot more impactful. Most notably, it gives a lot more spotlight to Itaya and Ueki, who I do point out above as adding quite a lot to the story even if they’re just minor. I’m also kinda surprised that some of my favorite scenes in the show - Uenoyama trying to convince Mafuyu to join the band in Episode 3, Itaya and Ueki telling Mafuyu their thoughts about the live in Episode 10, Hiiragi and Shizusumi running into Mafuyu in the music store in the same episode - were all anime additions.

I have to talk about that Mafuyu-Yuki beach scene - it felt just as unsettling reading it as when I watched it. But I think it does a really nice job in giving us a glimpse of how Mafuyu was in his past relationship, which adds another layer to how he currently acts. I also think it came to the story at the best point it could’ve - if it were introduced before Mafuyu sang the song, I feel like it would’ve softened the performance’s impact, while if it were introduced later on in the story, I feel like it would’ve been too late since Mafuyu has firmly begun taking the steps to truly move on.

I also wanted to mention how the extras at the end of the volumes are really funny and add some light-hearted depth to a lot of characters. My favorite among the extras in these three volumes is the one where there’s no room for Uenoyama in the elevator - many of these extras show just how in sync Mafuyu and Akihiko are, and I think this one is a really funny take on their dynamic.

Thanks for reading! I have another review lined up for Volumes 4 and 5, but I’ll be posting it later in the month so that I can focus on writing the reviews of other series. Given is one of three series where I’ve watched the anime version, and I’m trying to find a balance between pouring out my thoughts on the manga and integrating my thoughts about the show. I think I’m satisfied with having a healthy mix of both - and yes, I’m definitely going out of my way to use the word “mix” here.

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In which Viago is awkward, Anton is tired, and Clifton and Deacon are a headache-inducing combo.

CHARACTERS: viago, deacon, vladislav, anton, the rest of the wolf pack, no stu yet

TAGS: anton/viago, first meetings, anton lowkey having a midlife crisis and being a single dad of 5, anton POV, i know vampires always smell them first, but realistically who's got the most heightened and sensitive sense of smell?, werewolves being swearwolves, bickering vampires, anton works at the movie theatre bc why not

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[ PART TWO | PART THREE ]

Being the alpha male of the group has its perks. They listen to what he says, almost always do what he tells them to, and are all generally pretty respectful of his position as a leader. He feels like he's got a purpose.

Sure, there's always a rogue moment or two when a particularly strong full moon catches the bunch unaware, and every time there's a new addition to the group it's up to him to show him the ropes; but it's nice.

Anton likes having a group to lead. 

In fact, he's grown so used to having that bunch of idiots around he doesn't think he'd be able to cope if they were gone. 

Sometimes he finds himself alone at home and the silence is deafening. Zapping through the channels mindlessly and too lazy to get up and procure himself some proper food that requires him to switch on the stove.

He finds he eats more easily when he's got someone over. Is usually in a much better mood when one of the boys crashes on his couch after a fall-out with their missus or a particularly rough full moon. 

Yeah. 

Being the alpha male is all he has.

And when he doesn't have them around he feels strangely inadequate. Like there's a part of him missing.

Now he's staring at the fridge trying to choose a six-pack and a bag of chips to take home but can't decide on a brand. He thinks this one's the one Declan likes but that one is gluten-free, for Dion, and he doesn't think he's brought enough change with him to buy both?

And then he remembers they're not coming over tonight and he's spent about five minutes just staring at his reflection on the glass, like some idiot having an existential crisis in the middle of a convenience store.

Blocking the way. 

"Uh, sorry mate," he moves over to the side to let the customer behind pick his thing.

Some guy wearing pale foundation and looking like he's headed for a costume party that just leans over and—

"Did you just sniff me?"

The man shows him an awkward smile and Anton is pretty sure he did just sniff him and he did just scrunch up his nose at him and he wonders if he's put on dirty laundry again.

"...No?"

"You did, you just sniffed me mate," Anton turns around to face him and Pale Costume Guy takes a step back and looks around as if he's been caught red-handed, panic in his eyes.

"Excuse me," he says, with a weird song-like accent and turns around and hurries down the aisle. 

His hair glows under the white lights overhead like he's applied glittery gel to it or something and Anton thinks yeah, Wellington's always been an odd city full of weirdos, but nobody, in his thirty-seven years of age has leant over to smell him like he's a stray dog in need of a bath.

"Aw shit!" 

And the penny drops.

But by the time he makes it outside the vampire is nowhere to be seen. 

>>> <<<

Anton smells Clifton before he's even made it to his block and it ticks him off today a bit more than usual. By the time he reaches the threshold the smell of his girlfriend's sweet cotton perfume is so strong it almost turns his stomach.

"Couldn't have opened a window, could you," he greets as he walks in, closes the door behind him with boredom. 

"Hello to you too," Clifton mumbles from over the couch, where Anton still can't see him but can perfectly imagine him, comfortably spread out and chugging down beer like he owns the place.

"Just open a window, mate. Stinks in here, I've told ya," Anton lets his backpack fall to the floor, exhausted from another uneventful day at the job, selling ticket after ticket and pack of chocolate after pack of chocolate and popcorn bag after popcorn bag, fuck.

"Alright!" 

"Yeah, I know you're used to that perfume but it's actually pretty disgusting? And now I'm gonna smell like a bloody carnival food truck for a we— whoa! What the hell happened to your face?!"

There's a scarring slash on his left cheek and a bruise turning yellow under his right eye and Anton is all over him in less than a second, forgetting all about his monotonous day, energy spiking up at the idea of someone hurting one of his boys.

"Hey, hey, chill! It's fine!"

"Like hell it's fine! What the fuck did you do now?!"

Clifton leans back and sends him an amused frown.

"Bad day, huh?"

"Clifton," Anton warns. There's a growl a moment after and Clif is sitting back down on the sofa and wiping that smartass grin off his face.

"One of those pansy-fancy vampires," he shrugs, like it's no big deal, and Anton finds himself doing a breathing exercise, "nothin' serious, you should see the other guy."

"For fuck's sake."

"I'm telling the lads, by the way, if you keep doing that," Clifton points at him and the grin is back on his face, "where's that swearjar?" he looks around actually looking for the thing and Anton grabs a hold of his jacket and hauls him up.

That growl he'd been suppressing returns to the base of his throat.

"Alright, that's it. Let's go. I'm gonna have a word with your little friend."

"Aw man, there's really no need—"

"Zip it," he slams his phone on Clifton's hand and makes for the shower. He is not going to be sniffed again, "group meeting. Now."

>>> <<<

It pretty much feels like taking his kids out on a lesson trip. Like a call to the principal's office. Except he's the principal and the angry fatherly figure all at once. 

This is the last thing he needed today and yet, here they are. Lurking in the shadows of their local park, far enough from the lamp-post that they probably look like a bunch of junkies going at it in the middle of the night. He's got a massive headache from the joint smell of caramel and syrup and now Clifton still smelling like he sprayed his carpet with Chanel N°5 and rolled around in it.

"Seriously, mate, she needs to tone it down with the perfume," Anton says after a while, cutting the group's conversation short. The looks he gets from the boys make him feel like an old whiny old man that's no longer down with the kids. "Anyone got an aspirin?"

"Uhh..."

"No, don't have any."

"You okay, man?"

"Yeah, you don't look good."

"Yeah, wanna head home?" Clifton pats him on the shoulder, "get some shut-eye? You got that raccoon look again, y'know, like when you don't slee—"

"Shut up."

"Yup. Shutting up." Clifton gives a sheepish nod and takes a step back and Anton thinks no, you little twat, not letting you off the hook today. 

"Here they come."

And Anton straightens up from where he'd been leaning against the wall, sees three figures making a straight line for them and he reckons alright, maybe Clif wasn't really being that dramatic when he swore and swore it wasn't him who started it.

Anton stands at the front, pointedly making sure Clifton is at hand-reach.

"Told you something smelled off," one of them starts, strutting forward confidently, and Anton tries very hard to keep his composure and perhaps, only a little, regrets not having stayed home. 

He should've put off their little chat one more night, maybe tomorrow he wasn't going to be feeling like a ticking time-bomb of stress about to go off.

"Are we interrupting potty time?"

Well, Anton was about to ask Clif to point out the culprit, but that's that, then.

"Deacon, don't."

"Yeah, Deacon," Anton takes a step forward, relishing in the way he towers over the shortest vampire, clearly the troublemaker, "I'm a bit short of temper tonight so I'm only gonna say this once and clear."

"Yeah?" Deacon doesn't back off, but he does sniff at him loudly in a very condescending way and puffs out his chest like a rebellious immature teenager about to throw the first punch.

"Yeah. You got beef with one of my boys you got beef with me."

Deacon snorts and sends Clifton a toothy smile. His sharp fangs glint under the vague moonlight.

"One of your boys?" he teases, letter 'r' rolling off his tongue in a clear European accent Anton can't pinpoint. 

"We don't have any beef," another one chimes in from behind, it's Sniff Guy from the store, with his own foreign song-like accent and the gentle eyes, "by the way. Hello. We apologize for the misunderstanding, yes? Vladislav?"

"Yess," the long-haired one says, technically agreeing but sounding a bit menacing, Anton thinks. "It has all been a huge misunderstanding, hasn't it, Deacon?"

"I'm not apologizing to a filthy werewolf!" 

"See, I told you," Clifton finally blurts out, "wanna have round two? Yeah? Come on then!"

"Hey!" Anton snaps, sending a cold glare behind and rendering Clif silent. He looks back to the vampires, tense and clenching his teeth and thinking one, two, three, breathe, in out, in out. Finding Sniff Guy placing a hand on Deacon's shoulder and drawing him back in a manner much like he's just metaphorically done to Clifton himself.

"It's alright," Sniff Guy says, his peculiar accent making remarks sound like questions, "there's no need to be uncivilized, guys. We can talk this through like reasonable people." 

"There's nothing to talk through, mate!" Clifton starts again, "he attacked me first! Ya need to keep your little pet in check, alright?"

"The fuck are you even wearin'? What's that, a blouse?" Nathan adds.

"I am not a pet!" Deacon hisses. "Do you have any idea how old I am?!" 

"But you are the youngest one, though," Vladislav interrupts, poking at Deacon almost as if he wants a fight to break out just for fun, and Anton isn't having fun, Anton is regretting his life choices right now.

"Wrong. Nick is the youngest."

"Here we go again," Sniff Guy mumbles under his breath.

"Yeah, but Nick isn't here, so that makes you the youngest one." 

Deacon turns around and sends his long-haired friend a glare.

"Are you on their side?"

"I'm not on a side, I'm just stating a fact," Vladislav shrugs, his voice devoid of any real emotion, like he really doesn't give a care.

"I'm asking because it sounds like you're on their side."

Anton sends a look to the only seemingly reasonable vampire and finds him looking as well. Whether it's a curious gaze, assessing or apologetic, he can't tell, but Anton must convey something with his own eyes because the guy leans toward his two friends and clears his throat.

"Guys, please."

"—but right now you're the youngest one."

"I am over a century old! Viago, tell them!"

"Yes, yes," Viago nods, "maybe we want to have this conversation later?"

"Aw man, you're old as fuck," Clifton cuts in, and Anton turns around and points a finger at him.

"I'm warning you." 

"Sorry."

"Seriously. It's my last warning."

"I'm— yeah. My bad."

With a last deep breath, Anton turns around and tries to make an effort. 

"Listen, let's not blow this out of proportion, okay? Just keep out of our noses we'll keep out of yours, how's that for a deal?"

"Pffft. I do not obey the likes of you," Deacon scrunches up his nose at him and Anton can almost physically feel his pack growing tense from behind, prepared to jump right in at his command and he really is tempted to let them have their fun there, for a moment. 

"I think that's a very sensible deal," Viago agrees, stepping up to the front by Deacon's side, sticking out a hand in a gesture clearly meant to de-escalate the situation, because they're outnumbered and Nathan is starting to growl under his breath. 

Anton looks down at it, slender pale fingers awaiting, but doesn't shake it.

"That's very nice of you, but it's your little friend here we've got a problem with, so..." Anton crosses his arms over his chest and nods towards Deacon, looking away like his pride's been wounded by the peace-treaty offering, "...I've got all night, mate. Reckon you don't."

And Deacon turns to glare at him, and then at Clifton, and then he bares his teeth and from a moment to another he's turned into a bat and flown away and that's pretty much the end of their transaction. Because Viago looks about as menacing as a lamb and Vladislav too smart to try and ever antagonise any of them just for a laugh. 

And Anton can feel the animosity in the air slowly disappearing, which means it was strictly Deacon rousing Clifton's feathers or — well. Fur, he supposes. 

"I didn't know they could do that," Declan mumbles, "did you know they could do that?" 

"No...?" 

"Mate, that's just weird." 

"You can turn into actual bats?" 

"We can turn into anything," Vladislav offers, with a predatory grin going over the six of them. 

Okay. 

Slightly unnerving, that.

"Yes, well," Viago starts, breaking the ominous silence, and Anton pretends he doesn't see the smile he's politely sending their way, too soft and kind to be genuine, "this has been lovely, but we really must get going now, if you don't mind. Goodnight, everyone." 

So that's how it ends. They walk back the way they came from, with those long coats flapping in the wind and sending a few nervous looks back to the pack, as if they actually expect to be hunted down. And then they're gone and Anton feels like his head will split in two. 

"Let's just jump them next time."

"Yeah, show them who's boss."

"Are you thick in the head, mate?" Anton turns around, out of patience, "they're still blood-sucking thirsty vampires, don't you be forgetting that." 

"But—" 

"Just piss off! All of ya," Anton snarls, and he'll regret it tomorrow but he pushes past the group and starts walking away himself, "go to sleep, for Pete's sake. Have some bloody sense. Waste of my time." 

He feels their eyes following his every move even as he crosses the street but he's still not far enough that he won't hear their biting remarks. And that's fine. He probably deserves them. 

"Well who needs a fucking calendar, am I right?" 

"Shut up, Nathan."

"What? You’re all thinking it!"

>>> <<<

He still hasn't quite learnt how to deal with the preview so much as he's mastered the aftermath of a transformation. It's an exhausting and neverending row of chores. 

Finding a proper place to transform, making sure everyone's clear on its location, making sure everyone makes it to the location early in the afternoon, extra pair of pants, no valuable objects like cellphones or jewelry on, chains for the newbies, a bit of booze to qualm everyone's nerves, alibis for those who need it, paying extra for a doctor's note in case someone can't get up the morning after. 

But. One mistake and it all goes to shit. 

It's up to him to prevent that from happening. 

He's going over the plan in his head for the third time in a row when there's a buzzing in his pocket, and he's so sleep-deprived he doesn't realise it's his pocket.

The bus comes to a stoplight and he jerks forward and bangs his head against the window, blinking at the bright screen of his mobile—

"Aw, shit," 

—but having to take the call, the cherry on top of an already fucking dreadful day at the job, scrubbing people's puke off the red-carpeted floor because some idiot let a twelve-year-old in to watch an E-rated horror fucking movie, "hello?"

"Hey you," his sweet sister's voice coos, and he can already tell he'll be hating himself five minutes from now because she isn't even mad at him, "how you doing, An?"

"Good, good! How's the uh... birthday planning coming along? Did you get my package? Sent it this morning?"

"Yes, we got the package."

"Good, good. Fantastic." 

The bus starts moving again and Anton suddenly feels compelled to open aside one of the windows and throw his phone out of it, watch it smash against the tarmac as a beautiful metaphor of his shattering relationship with his family because he's a fucking idiot. 

"You're not coming, then," Maggie says, and the fact that she doesn't even sound angry at him makes him have to quench the need to growl at her, because why isn't she fucking fuming?!

"Yeah, no, sorry. I've got a... one of my workmates is ill, I just gotta work his shift, y'know. I'm sorry."

"He really was looking forward to seeing you."

"I know... I'm just, listen, I tried."

Wow, that is sooo convincing. She's going to forgive all the other times you've fucked it up. Top-tier performance, mate. Congratulations. 

"It's fine, Anton. You don't need to feel pressured into doing anyth—"

"Hey, it's not like that!"

"—I just wish you'd make a decision. It's not healthy for Timmy, you know. Or me. Or anyone, really, not even you."

"Hey, I want to go! I'm not— I can't just skip work, Maggie!"

I can't just turn into a raging flesh-eating monster in the middle of your son's birthday, Maggie!

"Okay. Sure. Have a good one, An."

"Mags, wait—!"

The sound goes off. The screen goes blank. 

His hand starts shaking and his breath turns shallow. 

Okay, okay, count to ten. Count to ten, mate.

One, two, three, uncle Anton! Look! It's a turtle! Miss Johnson says I could be an artist! Four, five, fuck.

Of course I'm coming! And tell you what mate, I'm gonna beat your ass again, have you been practising your kicks? 

Five, five, fiiive.

Wait, it's the— he's turning ten on what day, now?

Shit.

Fuuuuck.

"Um, hello there!" 

He startles and bares his teeth at the vampire suddenly materializing on the seat next to him and Viago jerks away with a hand on his chest.

"Oh! That's... that's scary," he lets out a nervous laugh and Anton wants to grab his clothes and pin him to the floor and fucking punch him, "you're, uh, I think you're a bit agitated, yes?"

Five, six... fuck, he's losing it. 

"Maybe you want to get off this bus?"

Anton can sense that same de-escalating tactic he used last time being used on him, hyperventilating like a rabid dog, probably looking like he's high on something to the nervous bus driver watching through the rearview mirror and thinks, yes, he should probably get off before he hurts someone.

"I think, come on, yes," a hand grabs his jacket and he finds himself getting up before he knows it, quite literally being dragged towards the back exit, "please don't attack me or I will have to retaliate, and we really don't want to be doing that here."

There's ringing in his ears and Anton vaguely registers the nervous waver of the vampire's voice because he's too concentrated on not going batshit crazy on public transport.

"That's our stop. Thank youuu!"

Five, six, seven, eight... five, six, seven, eight. 

He jumps onto the sidewalk and immediately walks over to the wall and pushes his palms against it and leans down. Closes his eyes and fixates on the feeling of the cold bricks against his skin and seven, eight, nine.

Fuck. If the boys could see him now...

"Thaaaat's it. Well done! You're doing great."

Anton shakes his head and growls at the patronizing words and the vampire jumps back, startled. 

"If you call me a 'good boy' I'm gonna bite you," he tells him, with a hoarse voice that only shows up when there's a full moon approaching, and the vampire finally seems to realise he's overstepping.

"O-kay," he says, with a small voice as he just stands there whilst Anton gets his bearings.

Which happens about five minutes after the bus is long gone and they're left in the middle of some posh neighbourhood already sleeping silent.

"Aw, shit."

He finally leans off the wall, breathing gone back to its normal pace and voice sounding his again. The foggy thoughts lifting and the sudden urge to sink his canines into something and give in to the pull of the moon go away, and he turns to the fancy vampire just standing there, waiting, and knows he owes him a thanks. Alpha male pride be damned.

"Sorry about that, mate," is as much as he can muster.

"That was close! You looked like you wanted to eat Bob, there, for a second!"

The vampire rocks on his heels awkwardly and smiles at him like they're long-life friends, careless and open and too damn cute and Anton is not thinking him endearing at all, with his cravat and velvet-patterned waistcoat looking like someone out of a television set. Oh, and the accent!

"Bob?" he frowns.

"Bob is the bus driver?"

"Right."

And they fall silent. 

"Thanks for the uh... intervention, back there," Anton makes a vague gesture to the road and Viago nods contentedly. Yeah, that could've turned into quite a bloody scene.

"Oh, you're welcome. It was nothing," he says, gently as ever, as if he's not an actual serial killer feeding on human blood every other day, grinning and showing his fangs and smelling faintly of vanilla. He shifts his weight and leans towards Anton, appearing to make up his mind and try again, offering his hand ever so politely. Anton shakes it, tonight.

"Anton."

"Via—"

"Viago, yeah I know."

His hand isn't cold.

Anton thought he'd be cold.

"Oh. Yes, of course."

"Alright, I'm just gonna..."

"Big night tomorrow?"

The question catches him off guard, and he turns back to Viago clearly uninterested to let the conversation die just yet. But Anton hasn't slept for two consecutive hours in what feels like ages, and much as he can admit to find him strangely alluring, he's got a long walk home and a tiring routine to go over in the morning.

"Yeah. Yeah, big night."

"Good luck!"

He says it like he means it.

Anton tries to read his face; isn't sure if it's a ploy or a sarcastic comment. 

Viago looks like he means it.

[thestarfilledsea]

The idea of LBD being able to use the forest as a battery and basically being able to unleash the negative energy stored is absolutely horrifying to think about, and all that she could do with that kind of power, and I know she's immune to the forest's purifying affects, but consider if she was not immune and the moment she steps into the forest LBD ends up straight up dissolving because her vibes are too rancid to be purified.

ISHGAJDKJFHS I MEAN. YEAH.

If she wasn’t a demon lady and have a weird connection to the forest she would get absolutely annihilated. Like a bathbomb in bathwater.

But sadly, she is.

LBD finds that the forest has an effect on the psyche on those around it. That and the closer to the heart (a big ass tree) of the forest the stronger the effect.

It clears one’s mind from the fog of hurt that would lead them down a dark path by stealing the harmful emotion out from their very beings. But to do this, the woods need to trigger said feelings to its extent. Think of it like gripping a weed at the root if you will.

But…what if it could be reversed? Giving people negative emotions that aren’t even theirs, all the while playing with the persons actual worse fears.

LBD’s powers in my au, coincide with emotions as well. Fear more specifically.

So yeah she sees this as a huge opportunity for widespread domination.

All she needs to do is expand the forest. How? Well the forest itself keeps the negative emotions of those it cleansed previously and over the years begins to degrade them into fertilizer/regular magic.

…But if she were to replace or substitute the emotions with another even more powerful source, the forest could spread like a plague while having more negative emotions to unleash on others.

Luckily she had a convenient furnace that would do the job nicely.

But yeah. It can influence anyone regardless of power. Just as Wukong himself was cleansed, he could also be corrupted.

…And don’t get me started on how LBD can control what the emotions want you to do/what you’re upset about.

She could easily split up groups by causing resentment among them paired with illusions.

As this was all beginning forest catches onto her wanting to take/possess Macaque as a test for her abilities and desperately tries to make him leave, accidentally hurting him in the process.

[maddiwrites]

The Hybrid (I)

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: The Pogues rekindle their friendship with their old childhood best friend and JJ’s first crush, Y/N. Old feelings resurface for JJ and Y/N, possibly leading to a summer neither one of them could ever forget. Due to past trauma, Y/N is reluctant to let anyone into her heart, but JJ never backs down from a challenge, even if he knows it will come back to haunt him in the end.

Note: Thank you for being patient with me as I slowly write this series. I had this idea a long time ago and I’m not finding motivation to write it but the inspiration comes and go. I smile with every comment that is left on my fics and I’m so grateful for this community. Thank you for letting me pursue my creative writing without judgement. Love you guys! (Also, yes. If you didn’t see my last note, I based YN’s family off of the Gilmore Girls characters. That’s who I picture as them.)

Word Count: 8k

 Masterlist   Prologue 

You wake up to someone falling on your bed next to you with a dramatic sigh. Knowing exactly who it is, you choose to ignore her and try getting back to the dreamless sleep you were peacefully having before you woke up.

That is, until she sighs again. 

You flip onto your back and stare up at your ceiling fan that’s quickly spinning above you. “What, Rory?”

“How did it go with Andre and that boy?”

You look at her with one brow raised. “You woke me up to hear about Andre’s love life? That hardly sounds like you. You don’t care about high school drama or hookups.”

“You’re right,” Rory says. “But I thought I would ease you into what I actually need to tell you.”

You turn on right side and look at your sister confused. “What?”

She sighs. “The cafe’s basement flooded last night. Mom needs us there to help her clean up and take inventory on what’s salvageable.”

You turn back on you backside and close your eyes, exhaling a deep sigh. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Unfortunately not,” Rory says and pats you twice on your covered thigh as she sits up. “Come on. I made you pre-cafe coffee. It’s sitting in the kitchen.”

You throw your sheets off of you and trudge to the bathroom to brush your teeth and clean your face. It’s about 8 a.m. At least you were able to get about six hours of sleep. 

Last night, it was hard to let your brain rest to fall asleep. You kept tossing and turning, thinking about the blonde Pogue who walked you home. You missed how easy it was to talk to someone who you felt truly knew you. Your banter rolled off your tongue easily and you never had to worry about offending him because you knew him like the back of your hand. You knew what he could take and what he couldn't. 

Talking to him brought back childhood memories you had hidden deep in your mind. How JJ would constantly poke you until you ripped into a smile on days that were grey. How you used to steal John B’s bandanas until he was chasing you around his house to get them back. How you would draw a mustache and a unibrow on Pope’s face when he fell asleep by the water. 

Those days felt like they were decades ago. So far away, you didn’t know if you’d be able to reach for them again. If it was even possible to get back. 

You thought about texting him. Thanks for walking me back. We should all get together soon! You had written out. But then you deleted the whole message, telling yourself it was because you didn’t know if he even had the same number. But deep down, you were just afraid of the rejection. 

Its been about three years since the four of you had been together in one place. You don’t know what they’ve been through or if they’ve changed. They for sure as hell don’t know what you’ve been through. You don’t know if they're dynamic has changed. Clearly you and JJ can still joke with each other but what about John B and Pope? You heard about John B’s father disappearing at sea, most people believing he’s dead, but John B holding onto hope that’s he’s alive. You always thought about calling him to reach out and offer your condolences. But for the same reason you didn’t text JJ, you never called. It didn’t feel like your place. They had Kie for that now. A little part of you felt jealous of her, like she had replaced you and any memory of you. She seemed nice, but she wasn’t you.

“Ready?” Rory pops her head in to your room as you slip on a cropped plain white zip up jacket over your cropped black tank. 

“As I’ll ever be,” You say and snag the car keys out of her hands. “Don’t even think about it. I’m driving.”

Rory rolls her eyes. “I want to get there safely.”

“And I want to get there quickly.”

“Fine. But we’re taking my car. It actually has doors.”

For your sixteenth birthday, your grandparents gifted both you and Rory your own individual cars and even let you pick them out. Rory chose a black 2020 Honda Civic for it’s safety features and reputation for longevity as if she was planning on handing it down to her future kids. And you picked out a white 2020 Jeep Wrangler with a hard top that pops off along with the doors for a very open and thrilling ride. Everyone but you called it a death trap, but you found it to be the perfect summer car. 

You park Rory’s boring Honda Civic in the back of the cafe in a lot used specifically for employees. The cafe is already booming with teens and families, waiting for their morning coffees and fresh pastries. Kids your age are running around behind the counter with sweat dripping down their brow bone to get everyone’s orders out in a timely manner. 

In the back of the store, your mom walks up the steps from the basement with two large trash bags and immediately notices the two of you. “Oh good. You’re here. Rory, help the girls behind the counter. The dishwasher’s broken and poor Hailey is hand washing everything. Y/N, come with me downstairs.”

“Why does Rory get the fun job?” You grumble and follow your mom back downstairs after she tosses the two trash bags. 

“Because she’s actually nice to the customers.”

“Treat others how you would like to be treated. Isn’t that what everyone always says?” You smirk. You never agreed with the phrase ‘the customer is always right.’ It’s complete bullshit and being the employee shouldn’t mean letting yourself getting verbally abused by a ‘Karen’ on the other side of the counter. 

The basement is used for the cafe’s storage, lined with wooden shelves Steve put together that hold to go cups, back up espresso machines, boxes of coffee and food and ingredients, etc. Now all the boxes are dark and sopping, creating puddles on the concrete floor. 

“Oh my god. Mom. How did this happen?”

“Jenky water pipe busted in the middle of the night,” Steve walks down the stairs and passes your mom a knowing look. It didn’t surprise you that he was here. He’s the jack of all trades. Owns his own automotive shop, builds a lot of his own furniture, actually cooks a decent meal, and has the same outlook on customer service as you do. He was probably your mom’s first call. “Talked to the plumber. They can’t get here until at least noon.”

“Noon? We’ll be underwater by noon. I might as well turn all my employees into a swim team,” Your mom says.

Steve shakes his head. “I was able to hold the leak until he gets here. You should be fine.”

Steve was the first person that actually helped your mother out when's she moved to the Cut. Six months pregnant, she pushed her car into his automotive shop after it broke down on the side of the road. Their banter was similar to the one you and JJ have. He helped save your mom money by building yours and Rory’s cribs, changing table, and dressers. And ever since, the two of them had been connected by the hip, although they both refuse to admit it. You think the pair are just trying to deny the love they clearly share for each other. And you think the main reason for that is because of the incident four years ago with your mom’s ex boyfriend. No thanks to you.

 “Look at you constantly building your resume,” You smirk at him. 

Steve scoffs. “It’s more than what you’re doing.”

You roll your eyes. Steve is the closest thing you have to a father. He practically helped raise you with your mom. He’s the one you turn to whenever a fight with your mom goes too far, which isn't too often but it happens. He usually lets you stay at his house for the night to let you cool off. But he’ll never sugar coat his advice when it comes time for him to give it. Even if you don’t ask for it. He knows growing up with Rory has been challenging. She was clearly your mom’s favorite, or at least that’s what you thought. She has a 4.0 GPA with a realistic dream to get into Brown University and study journalism. She played by every rule, never got into trouble, and spent most of her free nights getting ahead of her school work or staying late at the cafe with an open book from the library across the street. She was an absolute angel to everyone else, making you look like her evil twin. 

You glare at him before turning to your mom with crossed arms. “What do you want me to do, Mom?”

“Actually honey. Can you go to Heywards and grab more coffee filters and napkins. The water soaked right through the plastic wrapping on our last box.”

You nod, leaving your mom and Steve to clean up the basement themselves. Before heading out, you sneak behind the counter and make yourself a quick coffee to go.

“Where you going?” Rory asks as she reaches behind you to grab a banana for her customer at the register.

“Heywards to grab a couple things for Mom.”

“Oh. Make sure to grab toilet paper while you’re out. I think we’re almost out of it.”

“Got it.” 

Heywards is only a short drive from your mom’s cafe. It’s the closest convenient store that isn’t crazy pricey. It’s where your mom gets all her supplies whenever she runs out of things before shipment gets there. 

You use to always come here when you were younger with the boys, each of you, even Pope, stealing a small bag of chips or a candy bar here and there. Little did any of you know, Mr. Heyward caught your thieving hands every time but never said anything. 

The bell above the door chimes when you walk into the store. You know this place as well as you know the cafe, finding the toilet paper and coffee filter immediately. 

When Mr. Heyward looks up from the counter, his smile grows. He can pick you out of a crowd anywhere, but he hasn’t seen you in a long time. Last time he saw you, you had braces and overgrown bushy brows. Now you had bushed hair and shaved legs. 

“Hi. Mr. Heyward,” You grin shyly at him. You don’t know how he’s going to react to see you, unsure of what Pope might have told him about you. 

“Little Miss Y/L/N? Is that you?” Heyward smiles widely, pulling your own lips into a wider smile. “I haven’t seen you for a long time.”

“Yeah, I’ve been busy with school and my mom’s cafe...” Both of those things were a lie. You just avoid the Cut to avoid the Pogues. 

“How’s the fam?” 

“They’re good,” You say as Heyward hands you your bags. “Mom says hello by the way. I’m actually taking these to her store now.”

“Well, don’t be a stranger. We miss your smiling face around her. Anette, too.” Heyward says, mentioning his wife. 

“Tell her I said hi.”

“Of course, darling.” 

Heyward and Anette always had a special place in their heart for you and Rory. They’re not one for gossip, but they knew a little bit about what your mom’s been through and have heard plenty of stories about your grandparents. They always thought, despite your mom’s background, that you and your sister were raised impressively. Anette always hoped that one day Pope and Rory would get together. Everyone always wanted their child to be with Rory. 

As your about to leave the store, the bell chimes again with another customer. Only it’s not another customer. It’s Pope and John B. They don’t see you at first, and you wonder if maybe you can sneak out without them seeing you. But something about that felt wrong. Especially because Heyward would more than likely mention to them that you were here. 

Pope sees you first and stops in his tracks. “Y/N?” 

“Hey, guys. Long time no see,” You smile at both of them. You bite down on your lip awkwardly when you meet John B’s stare. You don’t know if you should mention anything about his dad’s disappearance. But what would you say? Sorry? What good would that do?

“How’ve you been?” Pope gives you a small side hug, then John B. 

You shrug. “You know, living the dream.”

“How’s life as a Hybrid?” John B smirks. 

You roll your eyes playfully and groan. “Oh god. Never call me that again.”

You may be considered a Hybrid by everyone else, but you would never put yourself into that category. You grew up a Pogue, the same way everyone else did around you. The only thing tying you to the Kooks are your grandparents. 

“Why?” John B smirks. “I wish I was a Hybrid.”

You smirk back. “Maybe you will be one day. I hear you have a Kook of your own for arm candy.”

You saw a faint hint of blush on John B’s cheek at the mention of his girlfriend but you don’t mention it. “Sarah, yeah. She’s not like the other Kooks.”

“I would hope not. Her brother’s a dick.”

“Yeah,” They laugh. 

“We miss you, you know.” John B says. Pope looks at you, trying to read your expression. John B’s not wrong. They do all miss you, especially Pope. He felt like you were the only one who really understood him. Of course his other friends are great, but you actually took the time to try and understand his passions. Like forensic science. 

“I miss you guys too. It’s been a while.”

“Well, hey. We’re actually all getting together tonight at my place. Nothing big. Just a bonfire and a couple beers. You should stop by,” John B says.

“Yeah,” Pope says, immediately getting hopeful that you’ll show up. 

Your smile falters. The invite makes your heart swell and your lungs contract. It’s an invite you’ve been wanting for three years. And now that you have it, you don’t know what to say. It’d be different if it was just the four of you like old times. But now there’s Kie and Sarah and although you have nothing against them, you’re afraid they won’t accept you. The thought of your boys picking them over you terrifies you. 

“Okay. Yeah, sure. I’ll try to swing by later.” 

Pope smiles wide and looks at his friend to see his reaction. John B grins and nods, almost impressed that you had agreed. But he saw the twitch in your lips when the question was asked. 

“Great. I guess we’ll see you later then.” 

You nod. “Okay. Bye guys.”

You suck in a deep breath when the fresh air outside of Heyward’s store brushes over you. Your heart thumps wildly with both excitement and nerves when you’re finally able to collect your thoughts. You don’t know what you’ll do tonight, but the possibilities can change your entire summer.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You spent the rest of the day mopping up the cafe’s basement and rearranging the shelves. You smelled of sweat and coffee grounds by the time you were done and dreamt of the shower you would be taking when you got home. 

Rory drove you home after the two of you closed up the cafe for the day. Neither of you said much. Rory was exhausted from running around behind the counter and you were too busy thinking about whether you’d go back to the place you used to call your second home.

You took a longer shower than usual, still pondering what your night would be like. Your head was telling you to stay home but your heart pulled you in the direction of the Cut. You yearned to hear about what the future held for Pope, and listen to John B retell stories of when you were kids, and be able to stare into JJ’s bright blue eyes without him noticing. 

You changed into a pair of jean shorts and a plain red cropped tank. Rory walks into your room as your brushing out your hair and looks at you as if you lost your mind.

“Are you out of your mind? You can’t wear that,” She says.

You brows scrunch together in confusion. “What are you talking about? I wear shit like this all the time.”

“Not to the Country Club, you don’t.” That’s when it hits you. Today’s been so hectic, you forgot what day it was. “It’s Sunday.”

Sunday dinner at the Country Club is now a weekly commitment forced upon you by your grandparents. Each week, your mom, sister, and you are forced to spend one dinner with your grandma and grandpa. This is basically your mom’s payment back for sending you and Rory to Kook Academy. Only they actually pay for the dinner. It’s usually the longest two hours of your entire week. It’s hard to listen to your grandfather rant about Real Estate and your grandma slyly critique your mother in almost every aspect of her life. 

“Shit. I completely forgot,” You say.

“Well, you better change. We’re leaving in about five minutes,” Rory says then plucks a gold necklace from your dresser. “Oh and can I wear this tonight?”

You sigh. “Sure.”

You change into a baby blue wrap around dress and pin your wet hair into a half up half down due. It’s gonna have to work for the limited time you have to get ready. After applying a thin layer of makeup to look the least bit presentable, you meet your mom and sister by the front door.

“Finally,” Your mom says when she sees you. 

“Sorry. I didn’t realize it was Sunday.”

“It’s okay, honey. I just don’t think I can handle another late remark from Mom today.” She looks you up and down and grins. “You look great.”

Despite the many fiery fights you and your mom can have, she is also your best friend. It’s kind of like a love hate relationship. Steve says it’s because you’re exactly like your mom - almost like a sixteen year old version of her. 

You really hope that isn’t true. You’re not ready to have a kid in two years. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Your grandparents are already sitting at a round table in the corner of the country club by the two tall windows that reach up to the ceiling with a view looking out into the golf course. The best seat in the house for the richest a holes on the island. 

“Lorelai,” Your grandmother grins, but you can instantly tell it’s sarcastic. “Did you have to walk here?”

You speak up before your mom could. “Sorry Grandma. It’s my fault we’re late.”

Your grandparents are hard on your mom but easier on you and Rory, especially Rory.

“Well, you’re here now,” Your grandpa says. He’s usually the mediator between your mom and grandma. Although he’s usually sucks at it. “Sit. Sit.”

Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, JJ shuffles through his many coworkers with his apron in one hand and a piece of fried calamari from Miss Carol’s appetizer in the other. 

“JJ -” She scolds and slaps his hand away from going in for a second piece. 

“Good evening Miss Carol,” JJ smirks and makes his way to the area between the kitchen and dining room where most of the servers and bust boys hang out. Some of the boys slap him on the back or shove him by the shoulder, chuckling to themselves. “What’s going on boys? Busy crowd?”

“What are you doing here? You never work Sundays,” His friend, Mitch, says. 

Luke Maybank was behind on several bills - worse than it’s ever been. They already shut off their electricity and JJ wanted to make sure the water wouldn’t be next. 

But JJ shrugs nonchalantly. “Little extra dough can't hurt.”

“Well, you picked a good day,” Raymond walks up to the blonde, rolling his sleeves. “You got Kook Royalty and their Hybrid offsprings in your section.” 

“What?” JJ looks through the small square Plexiglas on the swinging door. He knows exactly where to look and immediately sees you sitting with King and Queen Kook, looking absolutely miserable, pushing around your food with your fork. 

“Damn, Maybank. Almost broke your neck - you turned so fast.”

“Shut up, Easterling. I was just seeing how crowded we were,” JJ lied. He really just wanted to see if you were here. And now that he sees you are, he’s a little nervous to do his own damn job.

Raymond Easterling chuckles. “Yeah, I know what you were looking at. But don’t get your hopes up. There’s a reason Kooks call that girl the Heart Sucker. Not even the high and powerful JJ Maybank could get a piece of that.”

The guys around JJ and Raymond chuckle and nod in agreement, hearing the stories of how you’d reject every single guy that’s ever asked you out. Sometimes you’d go on a few dates, trying to push yourself out of your comfort zone, but then things would quickly become too much, and you’d get overwhelmed. 

JJ didn’t like the way Raymond talked about you or how the others laughed at your expense. His hands clenched into fists, tempted to throw a punch in Ray’s cocky face.  The guy’s just being a jerk because he’s one of the guys that got rejected by you, he thought. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” JJ shakes his head and ties his apron around his waist to distract his hands.

“No?” Raymond challenges him. “You think I’m wrong? You think you could pull the infamous Hybrid over there?”

JJ glances back through the window. You’re looking at your grandma with a clearly forced grin. You’re twirling your hair between your fingers, a habit you picked up when you were little to do when you’re bored. JJ would find you doing that in school all the time. 

You’re gorgeous, he thought. It’s no wonder that almost every guy on this island has tried to make a pass on you, including JJ himself, but his remarks always come off as playful, afraid of actually telling you how he feels about you. His fantasies about you went further than just getting you between the sheets. He could picture getting married, having children, and growing old together. Years ago, the two of you would talk about your future. Neither one of you cared about money or fancy jobs. All you wanted was to be free - of this island, of each other’s families, of responsibilities placed on you from birth. You hold the same values as JJ, and he’s never met another person like you. 

But JJ has a hard exterior. No one other than his best friends know his true heart, and he wasn’t going to let someone like Raymond Easterling find out about his soft spot for you. He would never hear the end of it.

JJ looks at you one last time. You’re talking to Rory, your face in his direction. This time you’re smiling, probably discussing something other than your grandparent’s expectations of you. He’d kill to see that smile every single day.

What’s the worst that could happen? You reject him? Yeah, that might kill JJ inside, but maybe you’d still be his friend, or continue to be acquaintances like you are now. As long as he gets to see you, he’d be okay. There was always the future. But who knows? Maybe you’d say yes? He’ll never know unless he tries. Right?

JJ fakes the same cocky grin that Raymond wears. “I haven’t failed yet.”

The guys around him whistle and shake their heads with smiles. 

“All right, Maybank. Let’s make a bet. I’ll give you one hundred dollars to get Y/N Y/L/N in the sack by the fourth of July.”

JJ scoffs. “You like giving away free money?” He ignored his racing heart at the thought of being that intimate with you.

Raymond nods. “Okay. Let’s put your money where your mouth is. Get her to say ‘I love you’ by the end of the season and I’ll raise you an extra hundred and cover all your dishwasher shifts in September.”

JJ raises his brows with surprise. No one offers to take the dishwashing shift. Sometimes the boys are pulled back there when the kitchen is short staffed and it’s easily one of the worst jobs at the Club.

This bet was almost too good of an opportunity to pass up. “Deal.” JJ says.

The boys shake hands on it and the other guys whisper to each other about how intrigued they are to see this play out.

JJ wipes his sweaty palms against his apron and pushes the door open to approach your table, hoping he can hear you over his thudding heart. 

“Good evening folks. May I take those empty plates out of your way?”

You look up at the voice you know so well and a smile raises on your lips. JJ meets your eyes and he winks at you, splattering your heart in flutters. 

“Please.” Your grandmother pushes her plate away from her, stuffed with filet and red wine.

“JJ,” Your mom grins up at him. Growing up, your mom always had a soft spot for the blonde Pogue. She’s heard the stories about his father, mostly from Steve, who actually grew up with Luke Maybank, his cousin. As a child, he was sent to live with Luke Maybank and his single father. Lets just say, he’s not surprised by the way Luke turned out. “Look at you. You’re all grown up now. Last time I saw you, Y/N was still pushing your head in the sand for stealing her popsicle.”

“Yeah. I quickly learned no one should mess with Y/N and her food,” JJ says.

“Never stopped you though,” You smirk at him.

“Lorelai. Who is this?” Your grandma asks, disregarding the boy himself.

“Mom,” Lorelai gives her mom a warning look. “This is JJ Maybank. He went to school with Y/N and Rory.” Lorelai knew to play it safe with her wording. She didn’t know where you and JJ stood. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him and she knew better than to ask. 

“Nice to meet you,” JJ says politely. “I’d shake your hand but mine are kinda full.” He motions to the plates in his hand.

“That’s quite all right.” Your grandma’s smile is so forced, it makes you uncomfortable. 

“I won’t hold you up. Has your server been around with the dessert menu?” JJ looks at you. “We have chocolate cake tonight.”

Heat rushes up your neck. Not because of the cake itself but because JJ remembered your favorite dessert. Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and chocolate sprinkles. It was safe to save you were a choco-holic. The boys use to make it for you every year for your birthday. It usually came out burnt, none of them ever remembering how to properly make it. But it was all you needed to feel like a very special girl. 

“Your favorite,” Rory elbows you.

Your grandma cringes. “Sounds like diabetes on a plate.”

“Mom,” Lorelai scolds. 

“What?” She asks, not understanding the concept of a filter.

Now heat rushes to your cheeks for an entire different reason. “He did. We’re not doing dessert tonight. Thank you, though.”

JJ nods but feels disappointed by the way your face flinched at your grandmother’s comment. 

“My pleasure,” He says like he was taught to do and excuses himself to drop the plates off in the back before he can say anything else that would probably get him fired.

Your mom looks at your with raised brows. “He’s cute, honey.”

“Lorelai, please. He’s the busboy,” Your grandma says.

“He’s a good kid, Mom.”

“If you’ll excuse me,” You stand up. “I have to use the restroom.”

Rory gives you a knowing grin as you walk away from the table. When you walk into the hallway between the dining area and the front lobby, you immediately feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. Sometimes just the presence of your grandparents and their pompous judgements can be suffocating. You do your best to bite your tongue around them, excusing yourself when you feel yourself getting heated. 

JJ catches a glimpse of your light blue dress out of the corner of his eye when he rounds the corner to collect the plates off a different table. He looks over his shoulder at Raymond, who’s staring at the blonde watching you, and winks.

“Hey, Y/N,” JJ says, walking up to you.

You look up from your phone and immediately smile. “Hey. I was actually hoping I’d catch you out here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” You nervously tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry about my grandmother. She can be...”

JJ shakes his head. “Hey. It’s okay. I work for Kooks almost every single day. I’m use to it.”

You sigh. “That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“Don’t apologize for something you can’t control,” JJ says. “Besides, that’s probably the nicest she’s ever been to me.”

You hide your face in your hands. “Stop. You’re making it worse.”

JJ laughs and takes your wrists in his hands, slowly pulling them away from your face. Your eyes shoot up to his, immediately feeling a tingling feeling run through your skin, straight to your heart. 

“It’s okay. I promise,” He says softly. His voice is so sincere that you have no other option but to believe him. It almost makes your feel guiltier, wondering how much bullshit he’s been through with ungrateful Kooks that it’s so easy for him to forgive and forget.

“Okay,” Your voice is a whisper, taken off guard by how close he is to you and how he still hasn't let go of your hands. 

In that same moment, JJ realizes he’s still holding you and gently removes his hands. He coughs awkwardly and scratches the back of his neck, where sweat begins to bubble. Why is he so nervous?

“So um...” You say, suddenly feeling nervous too. “You going to John B’s tonight?”

JJ’s eyes shoot up in surprise. How did you know that? “Yeah. I’m heading over there after work.”

“I saw him and Pope at Heywards earlier today and they invited me over. I wasn’t sure if I should come or not.”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

Because it’s different now, you wanted to say. But you didn’t because you feel like the elephant in the room would only grow. And you didn’t want to admit you were nervous to meet Kie and Sarah outside of school. 

You shrug. “I don’t know.”

“You should definitely come. The boys miss you.”

You pretend like a little piece of your heart didn’t just break when JJ didn’t say ‘we.’ 

“What time do you get off of work?”

“Around 9ish.”

You nod. “I can pick you up if you’d like and we could go together?”

Your heart races after you suggest it. What if he says no? Why were you feeling this way? This is the same kid you use to make fun of for pouring milk into his bowl before his cereal. 

“Yeah. That’d be perfect.”

“Great!” Your phone pings with a text from Rory, telling you that your grandparents are wondering where you are. “Shit. I have to get back. I’ll see you at nine?”

“See you then,” JJ nods and turns back to the kitchen. When his eyes meet Raymond’s, he’s reminded of what he agreed to. Almost surprised how quickly he forgot about it. You were able to take his mind off of anything without even trying. He clears his throat to get rid of the giddy grin he was wearing after talking to you, wanting to look tough and casual in front of his coworker. “Easy.” He says to him. But that felt anything but easy. He could vomit with nerves.

“There’s still plenty of time for you to screw up, Maybank.”

JJ huffs. He’s not wrong. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

You drive up to the front of the country club and park in front of the main entrance. It’s 8:57. You’re early and will look eager. So you wait until 9:06 to text him that you’re here.

You changed into a pair of dark washed denim shorts, a yellow cropped tube top, a grey flannel, and navy converse. You changed your outfit about four times before deciding on your first one, not wanting to look too casual or too dressed up. 

For the last three years, you wondered when the four of you would get back together as a group. You wondered if it would ever happen. And now that two Kooks are involved, you feel more nervous than excited.

You jump when the passenger seat door opens, lost in the depth of your own head. JJ smiles, not seeing your reaction.”Cool ride,” he says and looks around the interior. 

“Thanks,” you say, pulling out into the road.

“I got you something,” JJ says.

You glance at him with furrowed brows. What could he have possibly gotten you since you saw him last? A book mark from the Country Club’s gift shop?

JJ reaches into his backpack and pulls out a plate with clear wrap around it. Your mouth drops when you see the chocolate cake on a plate in his hands, the smell immediately hitting your nose with pure delight.

“You saved me a piece?” You jump in your seat excitedly.

“Had to hide it good too or else Miss Carol would have had my ass handed to me,” JJ jokes and even pulls out two forks. He undoes the wrapping and cuts off a piece. He waits until you hit a stop sign and says, “Open up.”

You look at him and immediately open your mouth. He gently places the fork between your lips and you take the piece of cake off with your teeth. Like a baby.

Your eyes close with pure pleasure. “Oh my god. That’s amazing.”

“Miss Carol does know how to bake a mean cake,” JJ says and takes a bite of his own.

“Another one,” You say, glancing at the cake again. Like you said, choco-holic. “Please.” You say when JJ teases you by holding the fork away from you.

JJ laughs. “I like hearing you beg.”

You slap him in the arm with the back of your hand. “In your dreams, Maybank.”

“You got that right, Y/L/N.”

The two of you finish the cake with only a few bites each. Small but rich in chocolate that leaves you craving more. You were gonna have to meet this Miss Carol woman. 

After he puts the plate back in his bag, JJ reaches for the aux cord, but you quickly slap his hand away. “Hey. What do you think you’re doing?”

“You’re seriously gonna make me listen to this the entire way to John B’s?”

You scoff. “I’ll have you know Blink-182 is one of my favorite bands.”

“It’s also soccer moms’ favorite band,” JJ laughs at you.

You turn up the volume, blasting ‘All the Small Things’ and point to your ear. “Sorry. Can’t hear you!”

JJ rolls his eyes but laughs along with you, even bopping his head to the beat. You drive with the windows down, dancing and singing along to a bunch of throwback songs with JJ as if the two of you have been doing this forever. 

You pull up to John B’s and park behind his dad’s old van, better known as The Twinkie. When you turn down the music, JJ looks at you with a shake in his head. “Next time, I’m driving.”

“What was wrong with my driving?”

“We’re in the Outer Banks, Sparky, not NASCAR.”

You scoff and follow behind JJ who’s leading the way up John B’s driveway. As you get closer, you smell the smoky scent of a bonfire nearby and eventually hear John B’s laugh mixed in with a female’s. Your smile falters as nerves gather in the pit of your stomach. 

“What’s wrong?” JJ asks.

“Nothing,” You say, but JJ easily catches your lie and gives you a knowing look. “What if they don’t like me?”

“Who? Pope and John B? I’m pretty sure they like you more than me even after three years -”

“Not them, you idiot,” You shove him playfully by the shoulder as you two let yourselves inside. “Sarah and Kie.”

“Don’t you go to school with them?”

“Yeah, but we don’t talk,” You say quietly, not wanting them to hear you.

“Hm.”

“What?” JJ shrugs. “Nothing. I just didn’t think you cared about what other people thought.”

“I don’t,” You say quickly. “But they're your best friends. It’s different.”

“You don’t need their approval. You technically were here first.”

“Yeah, but I’ve been replaced,” You try to say it as a joke and even throw a smirk in there. 

But JJ stops in his track and looks at you seriously. “No one can replace you. Not even if they tried.”

You open your mouth to respond, but you’re at a loss for words. It’s not a common occurrence that JJ gets all serious on you. Warmth covers you like a blanket and the longer he holds your stare, the weaker your knees become. 

“JJ! Is that you?” John B calls out from the backyard.

“Yeah,” JJ yells back. He opens the fridge in John B’s kitchen. “Want a beer?” He offers to you.

You shake your head. “No thanks.”

For the first time, you take in John B’s home. It looks the same as it did three years ago, only a lot messier. The pull out couch looks like its been used recently with blankets and sheets tossed about on it. Empty beer cans and cigarette butts are thrown messily on the coffee tables and the air smells faintly of old marijuana. 

JJ leads you out to the back where four people are gathered around a fire. Three out of the four immediately smile when the two of you approach them, but Kie’s eyes narrow and her head tilts with confusion.

Shit, you think. 

“You came!” Pope laughs and hops up from his beach chair and embraces you in a hug.

You laugh, not expecting the embrace, but welcoming it all the same. John B’s next, giving you a quick hug and shaking his head.

“I gotta say, I didn’t think you were going to come,” John B says.

“You can thank me for that later,” JJ says jokingly.

“Actually when I heard JJ was coming, I almost changed my mind and stayed home,” You joke and smirk JJ’s way.

“Just like old times,” Pope says, looking between you and the blonde. The banter felt like the yall never separated in the first place. 

“Hey, you know Sarah and Kie, right?” John B points to the girls. Sarah stands up to say hi, and eventually Kie follows her, not wanting to look rude, but stays off to the side, keeping her distance.

“Yeah,” You wave awkwardly. 

“Hey!” Sarah says sweetly. “I didn’t realize you guys use to all hang out.”

“Y/N grew up down the street,” JJ explains and sips at his beer. 

“You want a drink or something?” Pope asks you, not knowing JJ already did.

“No thank you,” You say again.

“You don’t drink?” Kie asks. It was the first thing she’s said to you.

“Not usually,” You say and hold her stare. You try to get a read on her, but she’s had to get a tell on. You can’t tell if she just doesn’t like you or just doesn’t know you. Either way, it makes you uneasy. 

“Here, I’ll go grab you a chair,” Pope says and walks to the side of the house to grab another beat up beach chair. 

As the night goes on, you feel the tension in your shoulders loosen and your body feel lighter. Most of the night was spent retelling childhood stories the four of you shared. Sarah would laugh at most of them, occasionally rolling her eyes at her boyfriend from the stupid shit he would do, although it sounds like he’s no different to you now. 

You talked about the time you and JJ stole a golf cart for a joy ride on Figure Eight, or when you and John B pranked Pope by putting a dead fish in his locker, or how you and John B learned how to play guitar from youtube tutorials. 

Midnight came around quickly and exhaustion was slowly taking over your body. It’s been a long day between the cafe flooding, dinner with your grandparents, and now this. 

JJ was the first to notice you slowly fading. 

“You okay?” He asks you quietly as everyone else is caught up in conversation. 

“Yeah,” You say, lazily grinning at him. 

“We can leave if you want,” He says.

“You’re not staying?” You ask. It sounded like everyone was planning to spend the night here. And as much as you wanted to, you just didn’t feel comfortable enough yet. 

JJ shrugs. “My dad’s out of town tonight. It’ll be nice to have the house to myself.” Before you can say anything, he stands and brushes his hands against his pants. “All right, losers. We’re out of here.”

“Aw, you’re leaving?” Sarah pouts.

“Yeah, I’m beat and Y/N’s my ride home,” JJ says.

You were glad he didn’t call you out for being tired. You didn’t want to look lame in front of everybody, especially Kie.

“Thanks for having me,” You say to everyone. It might have been John B’s house, but it was everyone’s night you intruded on.

John B stands up to hug you. “Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

You nod. “I won’t. I promise.”

Pope hugs you next. “Text me when you get back safe.”

“I will.”

“Bye!” Sarah waves and Kie exhales a ring of smoke from her blunt.

You wave at them before following JJ back to your car. 

“Nuh-uh-uh,” JJ says. You didn’t realize you both walked to the driver’s side.

“What? No.”

JJ nods and holds his hands out for your keys. “I’m not dying tonight.” 

“You’ve been drinking and smoking all night,” You say. You didn’t think JJ was drunk or even that high, but you were not going to let a teenager with an ounce of alcohol in his system get behind the wheel. “Next time. For now, hold on to the cupholder.”

JJ sighs dramatically and goes to the other side of the car and hops in the passenger seat. 

This time you keep the music quiet, listening to the hum of the radio instead of your phone. 

“Take a left,” JJ says.

“JJ, I know where you live. And it’s not left.”

“Don’t you trust me?” 

You snicker. “Not in the slightest.”

JJ rolls his eyes. “Just take the left.”

You hold your hands up in surrender and take the left turn. He directs you for a couple more miles until he has you park in front of a 24 hour diner. 

“What are we doing here?” You ask.

“I’m in the mood for a milkshake.”

“We just had cake!” You say.

“Come on, Sparky. Show me what that mouth can do,” JJ smirks. 

You go to hit him again but he takes off running to the front entrance and pulls the door open. You chase after him, almost running into his back at the front host stand where JJ safely smirks at you in triumph.

“Two please,” He says to the hostess. 

The old cranky woman leads you to a booth off to the side next to a window without a word. 

A couple minutes later, a waitress walks by and asks if you’re ready to order. 

“Yes. One chocolate milkshake and one black and white milkshake,” JJ orders for both of you, already knowing what flavor you’d want.

“And fries, please.” You say. The waitress nods, takes your menus, and walks off. JJ raises his brow at the extra order. “What?” You shrug. “Just showing you what my mouth can do.”

JJ scoffs. “What a tease.” 

You playfully kick his shin under the table.

“Did you have fun tonight?” JJ asks.

“Yeah,” You answer. “Felt like old times. The girls are nice too.”

You were about to only mention Sarah, but you didn’t want to cause any issues with Kie. Not yet at least. Maybe she just needed time to warm up to you.

“See? I told you they wouldn’t bite.”

A couple minutes later, the waitress comes back with your milkshakes and fries. 

“How’s John B doing? You know, with the whole Big John thing?” You ask delicately, unsure of how JJ would react to you pestering about John B’s business. “I didn’t want to ask and bring the mood down,” You explain yourself although you don’t need to.

JJ shrugs. “He’s in denial I think. Won’t sign a death certificate until he sees a body. He could be worse, though.”

“Yeah,” You say softly. You don’t know what you would do if you were in that situation. In a way you felt lucky that you never knew your dad at all. It would be harder to lose him, knowing who he was.

You take a fry and dip it into your milkshake before taking a bite. This makes JJ freeze and look at you like you have two heads. 

“What?” You say with your mouth full.

“I can’t believe you just did that.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it,” You say and give him a look to do it.

JJ reluctantly picks up the fry and dunks it into his milkshake. He looks at the fry questioningly before popping it into his mouth. Somehow the sweetness of the milkshake and the saltiness of the french fry complement each other beautifully and his widen in pleasant surprise. 

“Oh wow,” JJ says.

“Told you,” You smirk.

You spend the next hour catching up, trying to fit the last three years into an hour. JJ does most of the talking because you want to know more about what John B, Pope, and JJ have been up to. Your life was so boring and depressing, you didn’t want to bore JJ with the details.

You drive JJ home and talk for a few minutes more when you park. He seems to be procrastinating getting out of the car, but you don’t mind. You could talk to him all night, suddenly not feeling tired anymore.

“All right. I’ll let you get home before the sun rises,” He says and opens the door. He pauses when his feet hit the ground and he looks back at you. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I have to work at the shop, why?”

“Well, there’s a storm coming in. John B and I might go out to surf the surge before it hits. You still surf?”

You scoff. “Do I still surf?”

JJ holds his hands up in surrender. “Just checking. You think you can handle the surge?”

“Let’s not forget who the better surfer is, JJ.”

“I didn’t. It’s still me.”

“You wish.”

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Now you have a point to prove. You have to show JJ that you’re still the better surfer. 

“I'll see you tomorrow,” You agree. 

“Great, it’s a date.” He winks and shuts the door before you can tell him otherwise. 

You giggle to yourself as JJ walks up the front yard and stay there until he you see he gets in safely. 

You pull out of the driveway, wishing he had asked you out on a real date. One that didn’t involve John B.

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[demonologistfucker]

In Love with an Artist💛✨

Obey me! Boys x gn! Mc who is a professional artist. I try to be vague about what sort of art you make so that anyone can fit in. As well as what your goals are as a professional artist. This could be someone who just posts art online, does commissions, whatever. I put in some gallery shows cuz those are fun to think about.

this is SFW Fluff💛 rest of the brothers under the cut

Lucifer

- he saw on your file that you did art, but wasn’t really thinking too much about it. Though when you arrived to your dorm you were greeted with a set of art supplies. A nice sketchbook, a couple pencils and pens. As well as rather high end paint set and brushes. He will never bring it up.

- if you do art out where others can see he’ll try to get a look as what you do, but if you’re private about it he would be respectful. Lucifer doesn’t enjoy when people step over his boundaries, and wouldn’t want to do that he you. He knows enough about artists to understand that ones work is personal.

- when he does get to see what you make he will be internally blown away, but outwardly just ask questions about your process. Trying to figure out if there is symbolism you are drawn to, or what you were trying to capture. There is always a little more to art than just the subject.

- if you want to continue being a professional artist in the Devildom he would be a great support. Would give you advice on who to contact and what venues would be best for your work. He seems to have had the information all prepared. He wouldn’t flex his power too much because he wants this to be your own effort, but is happy to help if you want it. 

- At shows he’s a an easy presence besides you. Though he likes to be admired. he knows when to step back at let you shine. If nerves catch your tongue or the social work becomes to much. Lucifer will step in with smooth answers. He knows your work backwards and forwards. So can easily answer any question a patron might have. 

Mammon

- “oh you should draw me!” It’s up to you if you actually do, but that’s one of the first things out of his mouth when he learns you do art. He does have a pretty face, and would make a good life model....

- Doesn’t verbalize that he thinks your art is cool, but he does want to see every little thing you make. Finds even your doodles to be mesmerizing. So if you’re do art while he’s around be prepared for him leaning over your shoulder to get a good look.

- If you’re trying to make money off of your art Mammon is extremely helpful. his sway over people’s spending could magically get people to be interested in you, but he’s also just good at setting prices. He will not stand for you setting your prices too low, and will come after people who try to skip out on paying.

- Will try to get your art hung up in every establishment he has a connection too. Not every place will be your vibe though so you get to choose where your art actually ends up.

- Though his room style is more modern minimalism. He has several of your pieces framed around his room. A couple you were sure had been sold...

Leviathan

- as a proud otaku he knows how to treat artists right 👏🏻👏🏻 if he wants you to draw something for him he’s gunna tip out of his ass. Leviathan has definitely worked with artists before. Commissioning cosplay, or fanart, and each time he tips outrageously. So be prepared for what he might do to try and impress you.

- Initially gets a little over eager with the commissions, but is able to figure out that.. you might want to do some art just for fun. Or enjoy other things too. Talk to him and he’ll relax. He just wants to support your beautiful art!

- really loves it when you show him what your working on. Especially when you show sketches or work in progresses. It makes him feel really special to see the unfinished product. Being trusted with your genuine ideas and imperfect thoughts means a lot to him. 

- if your art is story based at all. He will want to hear All about it. Might say it reminds him of anime’s he’s watched but he means that as the highest compliment. Your idea are just as good as his beloved shows. Your ideas might even be better because he gets to love the person who made them.

- If you have an art show... He will leave his room for you. He will look so dashing, but so uncomfortable. There with you as long as you need him, but if you are fine on your own he might hang out in a corner. Or go home early. 

-When you get home he will make it up to you✨

Satan

- He isn’t going to push you to show off your art if you don’t want too. Even if you are drawing in the same room as him. He just can’t see himself being able to interrupt you. Your focused expression is delightful. Though curiosity will eventually get the better of him if you don’t show him yourself.

- Once you do he is captivated. His face is still calm and collected. Expect for his eyes which are wide and sparkling. If you let him he’ll spend a full hour looking at just one of your pieces. Satan will try to spot every little detail, and see how it all comes together. Both as a reflection of what your are trying to capture but also you. What he see’s only makes him more captivated. 

- Asks good questions about what you’re working on, as well as complimenting by comparing to other artists in the realms. You had no idea what he meant when he said your worked reminded him of the great Venia the Dark Slayer. So he showed you his books on Devildom artists. You were surprised that Venia the Dark Slayer really did have something in common with your work. Weirdly enough. He also has sections for earth and the celestial realm artists. You are more then welcome to look through them whenever you like.  

- When you’re not around he talks about your art a lot. Always so proud of the latest piece he saw you working on. Satan conveniently forgets that some of his friends are gallery owners. He won’t sign you up for any shows without your informed consent, but he definitely help you get shows much easier.

- Whether he helps you get the show or not. He wants to help set up. His eye for detail makes hanging all the frames easier, as well as making good labels for the work. Whenever you can’t come up with a name for a piece. he’s pretty good at coming up with something clever. 

Asmodeus 

- Also going to lean over your shoulder to see what you’re making. Then is absolutely captivated by what you’re able to make.

- ART DAY! Asmo wants to be creative with you as much as you’re willing for. So you’ll both take up a table and have your art supplies shared in the middle. Asmo is planning his never dress design, or possibly a make up look he’d want to try. Stops to talks to you a lot. Wanders the room and ends up against you to peak at what you’re working on again. 

- He’ll ask for your opinion on his outfits and make up, as well as any other creative project they’ve gotten involved with. See’s you as a creative equal. 

- Thinks everything you made is brilliant, but also gives good constructive criticism when you want it. 

- When you get your first Devildom Galley. It’s going to be the biggest event that whole week. Asmo will not stand for anyone not going to this wonderful event. Takes over most of the party planning. Which makes you worried it’s going to be a big flirty party with Asmo at the center of attention. When you get there it is beautiful. Asmo has decorated the place to fit the theme or your art. There is catering and drinks. All of which again are themed to your art or just your favorite foods. 

- He’s so proud of you of course he had to make this event special. 

Beelzebub

- :OOOO 

- Really blown away by what you’re capable off. Asks you to send him photos as you work on pieces. Very quietly supportive. When you do art with him around he feels so happy. There will be a small smile on his face the whole time. Which breaks out into a beam whenever you show him what you’re working on.

- If you need a life model👀👀👀 Beel wouldn’t mind posing for you. 

- Very used to you coming up and asking him to hold something, or do something with his hands. So that you can reference it. Either holds the pose or asks you to take a picture if busy. 

- Commissions you to do art for his brother’s birthdays. Not only does he get to support your work, but he knows his brothers will be thrilled to have one of your pieces. 

- If you give him any art it will be treasured till the end of time. Neatly framed and kept somewhere he can see everyday. 

- Makes sure you stretch before and after doing arts. Making art requires a lot of fine motor skills that can put serious strain on your body. It’s important to take breaks and stretch. 

Belphegor

- His face makes a good desk when he falls asleep on your lap

- Might want to do art with you from time to time. He’s got a lot of thoughts in that brain and getting them out on paper feels really nice. If he can’t come up with something to make. he still gets to watch you make art which is always nice. 

- Wants to know the meaning behind your artwork. Even if he doesn’t particularly like an art piece. He wants to know what it meant to you, and its importance. Or lack there of. Some art is just shits and giggles. Belphegor just wants to know the intent of what you’re doing. 

- Has never gone to a gallery before, but for you?? He will be there on time. Hair brushed, face washed, and freshly shaved. Maybe even wearing a suit.

- “How many commissions have you been doing? no get your ass to bed.”

- Very good at reminding you to take breaks. Or getting in your way so much you can’t work and Have to rest.