#we then had to pester *her* which is also uncomfortable..

[moeblob]

Deacon loves two things: Ymber and digging himself a grave.

Fulj hates one thing: Deacon.

[crownofgildedlilies]

my peaceful nights belong to you

in which: a son of poseidon has himself convinced a daughter of athena doesn’t want to listen to him complain.

pairing: percy jackson x daughter of athena!reader

warnings: angst, my poor percy has been through TOO MUCH

tropes: hurt/comfort, best friends to lovers

word count: 2.1k

a/n: friendly reminder that request r open (esp for headcanons) and bc I have a four hour layover tmrw I will be absolutely active on here. plz enjoy. also, this is inspired by a tiktok I saw that said Percy's trauma is so overlooked. so here's me not overlooking it.

All eyes were on the great Percy Jackson.

Yours were, too, don’t be fooled. You had always found him impossible to look away from. But it wasn’t admiration you were studying him with as tales of his quests were told and retold and embellished around the bonfire. Quests you had been on, each and every time.

No, you were watching him with concern.

Because the son of the sea was drowning in all the attention.

It was almost painful for you to watch, but you couldn't look away.

A beautiful train wreck, you supposed, studying Percy's uncomfortable but obliging conversation with one of the newer sons of Ares who hadn't been around for Kronos or Gaea and simply thought fighting in those wars had been fun.

But people had died. Your people, your friends. It was war, and it was painful, and even though you were the daughter of the war goddess, you hated it with every inch of your being.

No amount of planning on your behalf could have saved Beckendorf. There was no stopping Leo from sacrificing himself.

"That's called being a demigod," Percy had told you one day, offhanded, sometime between nearly dying in a volcanic explosion and being stolen from her by Hera.

"That doesn't mean we have to stand idly by and accept it," You had countered, frowning, and Percy must have realized he'd said something that had upset you, because he had pulled you into a hug and muttered an apology you still hadn't worked out was necessary or not.

But what you did know was that he was your best friend, that you had been in love with him since you were both fourteen, and he absolutely did not want to talk about all his past glories like a good little Greek hero.

Seated on a front-row bench with Grover on on side and an assortment of other campers you knew he wasn't close with surrounding him, you knew you had to run a rescue mission.

Especially since Grover was too distracted by eating his marshmallow roasting stick to realize how tense Percy was as the Ares kid went on and on.

"Perce, there you are." You wedged yourself into the not-entirely open spot next to your best friend, smile on your lips and a sly look in your eyes. Percy's own widened in sight relief, his arm wrapping loosely around your shoulders in a casual movement that was entirely too familiar. "Thought you ran off on me."

"Never," He sighed, some of his tension already dissipating. You grinned a little unevenly at him, not wanting to give the others watching any clues that the great Percy Jackson wasn't completely and utterly alright.

"Good," You bumped him with your shoulder, and he squeezed his arm around you for just a brief moment, tugging you close to his side. You had to turn and face the young Ares boy to keep yourself focused. "How are your archery lessons coming?"

The new camper looked slightly put out about the change in conversation, but you pinned your stare on him and didn't back down. For a moment, you thought he would continue to pester Percy with questions about fighting in two wars, even with you sending up very clear signals that neither of you were interested.

But the boy made the right choice, launching into a rant about how long range combat was not his strength.

Halfway through the story about almost shooting Connor Stoll's foot, you felt Percy lean towards you, his breath warm against the shell of your ear as he dropped his voice to a whisper, meant only for you.

"Thank you,"

Since you had taken half a seat, your body was pressed firmly against his from your ankles to your shoulders. His touch warmed your skin like a sunny day on the beach, and you weren't sure if it was a son of Poseidon thing or a Percy Jackson thing.

So instead of answering him, you set one of your hands on his leg, just above his knee, and squeezed.

The moon was shining over camp when you gave up on finding sleep and decided to sneak out.

You’d been around long enough to know just how to sweet talk Mr. D into letting you be out past curfew, and Chiron had a soft spot for you, since you helped save the world. Twice. It was the harpies catching you that you were afraid of.

Travis Stoll had almost learned the hard way that Mr. D was not kidding about them eating campers.

But children of Athena had passed on the secret to sneaking out through generations, and you were exploiting that very information for a midnight trip to the lake to stargaze there when you spotted movement on the roof of Cabin Three.

Really, you weren't in control of your own actions as you turned swiftly to change course. Maybe it was Tyche with her luck or Aphrodite with her meddling in the affairs of the heart that had you scaling the side of Poseidon's cabin, a path you had taken more than once.

Or maybe, for once, you couldn't blame the gods. Maybe you were the only one making the choices that had you settling on your back beside Percy on the slanted cabin roof.

He hadn't seemed all too surprised to see you, but all he offered in way of greeting was a nod before he returned to studying the sky above.

You only let the silence last for three minutes, a gnawing feeling in the pits of your stomach unable to let it be.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked, voiced simultaneously quiet and startlingly loud in the otherwise silent night. With your head turned to watch his side profile, you watched him tumble from his thoughts and back onto that rooftop, with you.

"What?" He was playing coy, you knew him well enough. What you didn't understand was why he was holding back with you, of all people. You, who had been there with him from the night Grover dragged him over Half-Blood Hill. Who had followed him and Grover and Annabeth across the country to save his mom, who fought Luke and Kronos with him, and mourned the loss of so many friends.

You, who hadn't slept for six months when he disappeared, only to find him in New Rome with the claim that he had forgotten everyone and everything but you.

His tether to his life. His best friend. His something more.

"About whatever is bothering you so much tonight." You shot him a flat look, but his was still doing a good job at avoiding your eye. Frowning, you nudged him with your elbow. "I saw you at the bonfire, Perce. Something is eating at you."

For a moment, it was silent. And then Percy drew in a deep breath, like he was readying himself for something, but he still hadn't looked at you.

"I guess I’ve just been thinking about just… everything." He sighed, but you could hear the apprehension and exhaustion in his voice. He was still keeping things back, but you couldn't understand why. And that killed you, as a child of Athena. "I've been fighting since I—we—were twelve. It's too..."

"Too what?" You prompted when he trailed off, his voice dying in the warm night air. Your hand brushed against his on the rooftop between your bodies, and you considered the risks of just grabbing his hand and squeezing to offer comfort while he sorted through his thoughts.

"Forget it." He shook his head, and your heart sunk. "You don’t want to hear me complain."

You frowned, twisting to face the sky and wracking your Athena blessed mind for some way to prove to him that you did, in fact, want to hear it. You wanted to hear anything, ever, that he had to say.

But when words failed you, actions didn’t, and you finally stopped pretending to accidentally brush your pinky against his and just wrapped your hand around his.

You both stayed like that for a while, quiet and thinking, until you turned your head to face him, unsurprised to find a stormy look on his face while he still studied the stars. Maybe he was thinking of Zoë, of all the others the two of you had lost over the years.

But you were thinking about him, only.

"I’ve been fighting with you since you came to camp," Your words were quiet, little more than a summer’s breeze brushing across Percy’s skin, but you knew he heard you. "But maybe now we’re not fighting monsters anymore. Maybe we’re fighting the memories and scars they left behind. But I’m still fighting with you, Percy."

He turned his head, then, his eyes finding yours like they were always meant to. And, deep down, part of you knew they were.

Every shared glance during combat, or after a stupid joke, or when a battle ended and all either of you could do was search the carnage for a hint of the other—those eyes had found you.

"I’m just so scared I’ll never get to live my life.” Percy confessed, voice hauntingly hollow. You squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back like a lifeline. “I don’t know if I’m running away from what’s already happened or into the next big mess. And what if next time… what if…"

He trailed off, eyes wide in panic, a bit of desperation. You squeezed his hand again, because you couldn’t give him the words. He needed to find them himself.

Percy screwed his eyes shut and darted forward, slotting his mouth over yours in an unexpected, horribly angled kiss. Teeth clashed together, your bottom lip caught in the mayhem and you gasped at the slight bite of pain.

He jumped back like you had burned him, propped up on one arm as he leaned on his side next to you.

"I, shit, I shouldn’t have—" He fumbled for words, already trying to shuffle further away from you, but you held tight onto his hand to keep him close, sitting up to follow him. "Please, let’s just forget about this, okay? I just, I got caught up in everything and—"

"Tell me you didn’t want to kiss me, then." You promoted, brows knitted together as you studied his face, desperate for a glimpse of how he was feeling revealed to you in the moonlight. "Because if you can’t say it meant nothing to you, you need to tell me, right now."

"I… can’t say it."

And just like that, you were the one kissing him, one hand curving around the back of his neck to keep him close while the other remained threaded through his fingers. His free hand reached up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin as if he needed confirmation that this was real, that you were real.

When you finally pulled apart to breathe, you didn’t go far. Not from him. Never from him.

"I was worried next time I wouldn’t get the chance to do that." Percy finished his thought from before, a little dazed from the kiss you both had been long awaiting, apparently. You smiled softly and closed your eyes, pressing your forehead against his.

"If you’re running towards the next prophecy, I’ll run with you." You promised, pausing only briefly to shift your position so you and Percy were laying on the roof again, only this time your head was propped on his chest and his arm was wrapped securely around you. "But if you want to sit up here and talk about the monsters you’re running from, I’ll do that, too."

"Thank you." He echoed his words from the earlier bonfire. And you could tell from his voice that he really was thankful. Because as tough as he was, Percy Jackson was still half mortal. "I…" He started, the air thick with tension about what he was going to confess. "I keep having dreams about Tartarus."

You let him talk, devoting your attention and mind to him, tracing shapes and stars and waves against his chest by your head while he spoke.

Time moved quickly that way, with talk of his fears and what weighed heavily on his mind broken up only when his throat would clog with emotion and you would tilt your head up to kiss away the memory long enough for him to regain his composure.

Because no one knew him better than you, and he didn't have to be the great Percy Jackson with you.

He could just be Percy, the boy who was haunted by his past and terrified of his future.

And you would give him all of your peaceful nights for him to have only one.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

This one is so long I'm putting most of it under a readmore to save your dash

Anonymous asked:

AITA for stabbing a kid?

(this is less Am I The Asshole and more Was I The Asshole, bc it's really just a story from high school that I - as an adult in my mid-20s - was remembering recently and thought could be fun to toss to The People in as objective of a form as I can. anyways, all names are 100% made up to replace actual names, and everybody involved ends the story safe and alive)

I (16ish F then, 20s NB now) was trying to prep for an upcoming speech and debate tournament (yes, I was insufferable as a teen) with a group of other students in our debate coach's classroom. specifically, I was working with a younger student, Tammy (14ish F then), on understanding this specific type of debate (LD for my fellow insufferable teens out there) and brainstorming with her on some of the main components of her own case. as we were trying to work, another student, Tony (15ish M then), kept butting in to pester Tammy, making it impossible for Tammy or me to focus. in hindsight, I'm like 74% sure Tony had a bit of a crush on Tammy in that moment and expressed that feeling by being an annoying little shit towards her (as teens often do). that was at least how I would characterize the general vibe of Tony's actions and how he seemed to really need Tammy to be paying total attention to him. from my perspective and based on my basically decade-long memory at this point, Tammy (maybe?) asked him to leave her alone. she at least seemed frustrated and annoyed with him, or just generally flustered in a way I read uncomfortable. (take all this with a grain of salt here bc, regardless of how Tammy really felt, I was for sure super annoyed and that fact would almost certainly impact my interpretation and memory of the situation.)

idk if any teen girls out there (former, current, or future) have tried to teach or learn while a teen boy is flirt-bugging you or the person you're with, but it got old real fast for me. so, almost immediately, I asked Tony to knock it off so me and Tammy could work. he refused and kept bugging her. I continued to tell him to quit and he continued to ignore me, and this went on for a while. so, as one does, I figured it was time to threaten him with physical violence. I told him that if he didn't back off and let Tammy work, that I would stab him.

now, to give a bit of context for what the fuck I was thinking in that moment, I had learned a particular lesson earlier in my time as a supposed teenage girl dealing with supposed teenage boys in the 2000s-2010s: don't make threats you aren't willing to follow through on. so when I threatened to stab him, I 100% meant it. to provide a tad more context, I did also have a bit of a casually violent streak in high school for this reason (but maybe those stories are for a different AITA submission at another time, but they were all in a similar vein as this one in terms of cause and severity). also, does it help or hurt to add this was in a rural public high school in Texas? either way. to be fair to Tony, that's still undoubtedly a deeply unhinged and disproportionate thing to actually do, but would be a semi-common hyperbolic empty threat to make as a teen to another teen.

as you can assume based on the title here, Tony did not quit despite these threats. so, true to my word, after us arguing back and forth for a bit more, I stabbed him in the arm with the pen I was holding. he was obviously upset (to be clear, it did hurt him but did not injure him to the best of my knowledge beyond leaving a light mark for a bit of time that afternoon*) and he complained about having been stabbed. I said I warned him repeatedly that I would stab him before I actually did, to which he replied that that was an insane thing to actually do (fair enough, ya know?). the teacher was in the room, but if she saw any of this she ignored it. tbh, I don't see how she could have not noticed a kid loudly complaining about having been stabbed by another kid. so, I assume she chose to ignore it, possibly bc I was a bit of a teacher's pet (ie. president of the speech and debate team she was the coach of (I told you I was insufferable)). actually, now that I think about it, that was not the only time I stabbed another kid in her classroom in almost identical circumstances... maybe we are both TA....

anyways, in conclusion:

reasons I think I'm NTA: he was being an annoying dick to the friend I was mentoring at the time, and I did warn him that I'd stab him if he didn't quit being an annoying dick several times before actually following through (and it was only with pen and did no serious harm, but I think it does still count as assault regardless (?) and also I love the classic AITA storytelling technique of Being Dramatic, so feel free to ignore this point and *any other times I brought up that he was ultimately okay when considering how you wanna vote).

reasons I think I'm TA: I mean... I fuckin' stabbed a kid just bc he was being annoying and I fully got away with it bc the teacher liked me, plus I was a repeat offender of doing lowkey violence like this in response to other kids being Kinda Annoying and Shitty™. pestering other people on purpose bc you possibly have a crush on them is a very normal thing for a teen to do. stabbing another teen with a writing utensil just bc they did so though?... perhaps not.

(also, as an endnote: just to be clear, I do not stab teens at all in any context whatsoever since growing up. out of AITA-writing-character here, I think I was a kid who was just sick of guys around me crossing boundaries and dealt with that in a myriad of very unhealthy ways that were also informed by my general redneck upbringing that - understandably or not - sometimes saw some violence as a valid way to assert personal boundaries if it seemed they weren't being respected. that doesn't make it okay and is not at all a defense against being TA in this story, just trying to assure folks that regardless of whether you think I was TA I am now also a somewhat well adjusted adult who at least channels their overwhelming fury into organizing/activism stuff and mutual aid rather than stabbing annoying teenagers. while this isn't some stressful conflict that I feel torn up about or anything even close to that, I am interested to see what folks think, so thanks for reading if the mod(s) found all this worthy of posting for y'all!)

What are these acronyms?

[deceitful-darlings]

If you don't like it, that's fine. But, damn it, this family is so disgusting, which is just amazing.

The whole Leech family tries to comfort and support you. You wake up in the Floyd's arms, who came to your bed in the middle of the night, because he was worried, that you were cold and lonely. Jade offers you, that he can feed and wash you, comb your hair, and in general, he will be happy to take care of you, poor, sweet girl. Mr. Leech regularly gives you various, small gifts. For example, beautiful underwear or charming stockings. Sometimes, he even takes you to dinner at some restaurant, to distract you from bad thoughts about your loss.

But the hardest part is family evenings. You're sitting on mr. Leech's lap, in his arms. Jade holds your foots in his lap. Floyd is sitting on the floor in front of you, holding your hand in his hair, forcing your hand to stroke his scalp. They all just care about you, poor, sweet girl. Sometimes you feel very gentle and not wet kisses on the neck or shoulder, ankle or knee, palm or wrist. Floyd is not shy at all, licking your hands, pretending that he is passionate about a movie or a conversation. His brother is more careful about leaving his teeth marks on your leg. A little bloodletting is good for your legs. And, Gods, your hair smells so delicious, what a pity, that boys can't bury their noses in it, like their father right now.

You give me the old man of any family and you’ll find I’ve gone feral-

Ok, yes yes yes fucking yes to all of this, but let’s not forget about Mama Leech too! As far as we know she’s just as involved in the family business as her husband, which means she’s just as likely to be feral as well! But she was also the one who, ahem, scolded Floyd, when you were first brought home for being in such a state. He wants you to survive, no? Then he needs to be softer! Does he really want to bite you so hard you stop moving?

You thought she might be slightly sane and try to plead for her to let you go, but she just smiles at you, eerily similar to Jade’s, and reminds you she said nothing about setting you free, just not breaking you beyond repair. She has some business to go and deal with, so the twins should get you to your room and tell their father you’re here, they don’t need him thinking you’ve broken in after all, dealing with the aftermath of those incidents is tiring.

And just like that, it’s like you can hear the clang of the cell door in your mind. Jade and Floyd alone were difficult enough to deal with by themselves, but now their parents have joined the mix you wonder how you considered yourself suffocated before they had. You never get a moment to yourself.

From waking up and finding Floyd tangled up in your bedsheets and limbs, to Mama Leech coming down at breakfast and pestering you, licking a stray drop of drink from your lips before she leaves for work, being dragged into the training the four of them sometimes do to keep their reflexes sharp, as the prize of course, it wouldn’t be much training if they weren’t giving it their all! You spend the day with the winning team or the solo winner, much to the chagrin of all the losers.

But evenings are the worst. Once Papa Leech returns from debt collecting and hands you gifts, sometimes jewels with specks of blood, sometimes clothes that clearly fit his taste more than yours and Jade has brought a nice relaxing tea that may or may not have extra effects due to the experimental mushrooms he added to the brew, and you’re forced to sit with them all.

Well, on them all might be a more appropriate way of putting it. You’re bundled in the middle of all four of them, surrounded on all sides, making your uncomfortably warm. Your back sweltering against Mr. Leech as he buries his face in your hair, or has his breath fanning across your shoulders, holding you in place with arms around your waist, just high enough for Mrs. Leech to flop onto your lap and bury her face in your stomach, snuggling uncomfortably close as she curls into you and traps you against her husband. The twins are left on the floor, but it’s not that big of a deal, Floyd had his ways of getting what he wants, and how can you ignore him when all you hand can feel is his hair? Jade is a little less needy, preferring to surprise you with the odd nip to your thigh, and his hand massaging the skin to try and get your tense frame to relax, not that he minds watching you squirm.

[ohmotherwhereartthou-if]

How would the ROs react if their MC is a very affectionate person and they suddenly stop ? Because someone told them that they are very annoying and this excess of affection can make ROS uncomfortable and even lose interest in them.

I am assuming this is at the relationship stage?

Cassandra: She would pick up on it immediately and be concerned it's because MC is unhappy or angry with her. Since she is a very direct person she will ask you upfront about it, if you say it's because you think your being annoying she will reassure you and chalk it up to MC’s usual issues flaring up. But if you tell her it's because someone made a comment, now she is mad. She low key sometimes seems mad at you when she is actually mad at someone else who isn't there because she yells at you. (Like a Latina mom; if you know, you know.)

"Are you kidding me? Why would you listen to what random stranger would have to say about OUR relationship? The hell do they know? If I had a problem about it don't you think, oh I don't know... That I would say something?!"

Once she calms down she will apologize to you for yelling.

Valeria: It would actually take a while for her to notice since she kinda enjoys some space to breathe and not be smothered. But she will think it's you giving her the usual space she needs when the physical affection becomes to much but it's the lack of verbal affection that will have her attention immediately.

“Uhh, hey? What’s up with you? Why you being weird?”

She will begin to pester you on why you have stopped giving her affection and when she finds out the reason why; she will pout and roll her eyes.. “Ok.. and? Like, I know I get fussy if you smoother me but we do a good job at managing that. But why does what somebody says about how they think our relationship works matter? Oh my Lord, was it one of my brothers? Which one. Tell me.”

Tomás: He will think it is because of something he did. He will look all guilty with the biggest puppy eyes and try to do some sweet things for you and if you don’t come around he will ask what is it that he did to make you mad at him. When you tell him it’s becuse of what someone said he will make a deadpan “Seriously?” face.

“Listen mí querido, if this was back when we were bearly together I might of agreed that reframing from heavy affection would of been best, out of respect for my comfort. But mí amour, we have worked through this and I have loved you all the more for it. You have been so patient with me and we have talked through our issues, heh, you were the one who thought me that… Do not worry querido, if something bothers me; I will tell you. Ignore what anyone else says.”

-

Ludovica: Also thinks it’s because of something she did. She leans on you and lightly tugs on your clothes when she wants affection, when she notices that it is not winning her any affection she gets depressed. When she feels like she did something wrong and/or your mad at her, she will distance from you to try to get out of your way and stop taking care of herself. Thinking that she is a burden and that she is inconveniencing you. When you try to comfort her but don’t do the ways that she is used to you doing she will still be depressed until you talk to her honestly on way you’ve changed.

Aurelio: Will annoy the ever loving shit out of you.

Not going to lie, Aurelio is not a sexist man, he is quite a progressive thinker actually, (honestly maybe the most progressive compared to the rest of the more traditional RO's and characters). But, if MC is a woman; he might honestly just consider this as a typical "Getting mad and ignoring him for no reason" kind of woman thing. It has happened often in his past relationships lol. If your a man he is sadly going to rope you into "acting like a woman" sort of thought.

On the bright side, he won't say any of that to your face and will just default to doing everything he knows how, just to annoy you.

Buys into the way of manly thinking that if your lady/man is ignoring you, is probably mad and you don't know why:

When in doubt, poke the bear until it shouts.

That way he will get straight to the root of the problem, when he finds out it's over something (in his mind) this dumb; he will laugh and kiss your face.

"Honestly, you had me this worried that I had made you mad and all the fuss was just about some idiota saying I wouldn't like all of your attention on me? Really? Baby, whenever have I not made it clear that I love being the bell of the ball and the absolute center of attention? I want all of you affection, always."

Elio: You would think that he wouldn't notice or care but if he is used to receiving you affection, he will notice it when that affection stops.

Will stare at you like a cat until you look at him and ask point blank, "No cuddles? :/"

Explain why and he will tell you that the person is stupid, now give him love.

[milkyonomatopoeia]

6th Member Gets Injured on Stage

ITZY

Word Count: 9.7k

Genre: Tiny bit of angst, more so fluff

Warnings: Mentions blood and injury

A/N: To preface, most of the information I got here came from Google so if I do make a mistake please bear with me. This is also the first thing I've written since I came off my break so if it's long-winded and a bit odd-paced, I do apologize. I'm getting into the groove of things all over again.

Yeji

Yeji eyed you carefully as you were all preparing for your performance of LOCO for your concert and she couldn't help the worry that was bubbling up inside of her. You had been complaining about how uncomfortable your in-ear monitor was and although the staff had done their best to alleviate the issue, it looked like it was still bothering you until now.

You were meticulously adjusting the ear piece, scowling at how much it was still pestering you, and you let out an exasperated sigh as you gave up on fiddling with it, merely letting it settle on your ear.

“Are you alright?” Yeji asked as she made her way to you and her hand rested on the small of your back in an attempt to give you comfort.

“I’m fine.” You grumbled under your breath, leaning against the wall as you waited for your cue. Your leader let out a nervous chuckle as she stood beside you and she looked over to you. “You don’t sound fine. What’s the matter?”

You sigh and shake your head in frustration. “Sorry, I don’t mean to take it out on you. I just don’t understand what’s wrong with this dumb thing. I feel like it’s pinching against my ear.”

“Does it bother you that much?” She asks, gently adjusting the piece on your ear and you lean your head slightly towards her. “Is that better?”

“Thanks, but I don’t think there’s anything you can do.” You gently put her hand down as you let your shoulders slump and you gritted your teeth in annoyance. “I think it’s just me tonight. Maybe I’m just overthinking it.”

As Yeji was about to say something, one of the staff had gestured to the both of you that it was time to get ready, and she merely let out a sigh before she turned back to you. “Let’s just finish this performance so we can go home to the dorm and you can unwind. We only  have a couple of songs left anyway, so it shouldn’t take us too long.”

You simply nod your head as Yeji wrapped an arm around your waist and you both walk to your positions on stage. Your other members soon followed suit, standing at their places, and you all waited for your cue to start the performance.

With the music playing loudly in the background, you all start to dance flawlessly to the music having practiced the entire routine countless times before and for the most part things were running smoothly. Each member showed their charm and skill as you all moved in synchronization with each other, the entire performance was energetic and stunning, and you gave it your all despite the discomfort you were feeling.

Everything was running perfectly until you had heard a loud buzzing coming from your in-ear and you flinched slightly at the sound, trying to desperately mask the annoyance you were feeling. An intense sound of static soon followed the buzzing noise and you audibly let out a pained grunt, catching the attention of your members and they all looked at you worriedly for a few moments as they tried to go on with the performance.

You shoot them a reassuring glance, signaling for them to continue on, and although they were apprehensive, they turned their attention back to the audience. Stilling yourself, you try your best to get yourself together.

You thought that would be the end of it, you hoped that would be the end of it, but it wasn’t. As you were about to do your ending pose, a surge of electricity shot up by your neck and straight to your ear which caused you to instinctively tear the device monitor off of you.

Hearing you stumble and fall to the ground, a pained scream leaving your lips, had alerted all your members and they gathered around you instantly. You were covering your ear, feeling something warm drip from it, and you cursed under your breath at the stinging sensation you were experiencing.

“Y/N, your ear is bleeding.” Ryujin’s voice sounded panicked as she held onto your shoulders and she looked up at your leader. “We have to get her a medic, she’s losing a lot of blood.”

Chaeryeong knelt down beside you and she took hold of your arm, placing it over her shoulders as the rest of your members helped you stand up. “Here, let me take her.”

“I’m going with you.” Yeji chimes in as she looks at the two of you and she turns her head to Yuna, Ryujin, and Lia. “You guys keep the audience busy— tell them that we’re handling it and that she’s gonna be alright.”

The three remaining members merely nod their head as Chaeryeong and Yeji assist you backstage. Once you were seated, Chaeryeong immediately called for one of the staff while your leader stayed beside you to soothe you through your pain. As a medic arrived, the two of them had given you some space so they could take care of you and they stood beside each other as they worriedly looked at you.

“Chaeryeong-ah, you should go back on stage. They need you.” Yeji suddenly says. “I’ll watch over her.”

“Are you sure?” She asks, eyes flickering between you and Yeji.

The former nods her head affirmatively. “Yes, I can handle it. We need more people performing on stage. I’ll stay behind so I can find out how she’s doing.”

“Alright, alright.” The younger member nods. “Tell her not to be so hard on herself, you know how she is when accidents like this happen.”

Yeji sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, and she nods her head. “I’ll try to. You know she’s over critical of herself.”

Chaeryeong merely looks at you, a worried expression gracing her features before she lets out a sigh of her own, and she excuses herself from Yeji so she could go back on stage to perform with the rest of the girls. Looking over to you, she saw how the medics were still patching you up, so she had decided to supervise the on-going performance from the rest of your bandmates on one of the monitors and she smiles as she sees the four of them goofing off.

“Yeji…” you called out and your leader immediately turned her head at you, seeing that your ear was already bandaged up and one of the paramedics walked up to her. The man stood in between the two of you and he pulled down the mask on his face. “You’re their leader, right?”

“Yes. Yes, I am.” Yeji nods affirmatively. “How is she?”

“Y/N is alright, the in-ear monitor just got caught on the tip of her ear so it luckily isn’t anything too dangerous.” He explains and the younger girl immediately let out a sigh of relief. “But we will have to take her to the hospital to make sure that she doesn’t have an allergic reaction to the metal or to insure that it doesn’t cause an infection.”

Her brows furrowed with concern and her gaze flickers to you. You were talking to one of the other medics as they were holding up a clipboard and they berated you with several questions. Sighing to herself, Yeji turns her attention back to the man in front of her and she nods her head. “Please take good care of her. We’ll be sure to visit her once the show is over— we just really can’t leave right now.”

“That’s completely understandable. We’ll be sure to leave her room details and other updates to one of your managers.” The man informs her.

“Thank you.” Yeji simply answers and he excuses himself from her, walking back to you and your leader simply watches as you were hauled away into an ambulance. You had sent her a reassuring smile before you had disappeared for the time being and although it was a small gesture, it had put some of Yeji’s worries at rest for now.

With that issue being settled, Yeji had taken a moment to recollect herself before she walked back on stage where the other girls had been waiting around for any sort of update from you, and they all had gathered around each other. The oldest member had caught them up with everything the paramedics had said and although all of them were concerned about your current situation, they were all relieved that you were fine for the most part.

“Hi, MIDZYs!” Yeji greeted and the crowd all cheered as she waved her hand at them. “We know that you guys are obviously worried about our Y/N, but rest assured that she’s being taken care of as we speak. Sadly, she won’t be able to join us for the rest of the night but it’s only to ensure that she makes a quick recovery. So, please, wish her the best as she heals up!”

The rest of the members all nod approvingly at Yeji’s statement and with that announcement dealt with, they had continued on with the rest of the concert and they did their best to keep up with the crowd.

Although the night had gone by perfectly without any other hiccups, Yeji couldn’t stop thinking about you for the entire night, and she could only hope that your injury didn't result in anything more serious. Even when the show ended and as they were packing up, she couldn’t stop thinking about how she could’ve stopped it.

She was supposed to be the leader and she was supposed to make sure that careless accidents like this didn’t happen. The guilt of seeing one of her own go down because of something so easily avoidable ate away at her and this moment would surely affect her future actions.

The rest of the team had also noticed how disgruntled Yeji had become after the whole ordeal, and they did their best to cheer their leader up, ensuring that the entire thing wasn’t anyone’s fault. She didn’t want to hear it though, although she appreciated the gesture.

However, as she was packing up her own stuff, a notification from her phone had managed to turn her mood entirely around.

From: Y/N

The doctors just finished checking over me. I’m fine! My ear just got grazed so I had to get a couple of stitches, but it isn’t anything serious. Please tell the others! :)

Yeji let out a sigh of relief and the guilt she carried over her shoulders felt lighter. She smiled down at her phone, typing a reply in quickly and she eased into her seat.

To: Y/N

Good to know! We’ll be on our way soon, we just have to finish packing up, and we’ll bring you some food too. Get some well deserved rest and we’ll see you in a bit.

And with that, Yeji tucks her phone back into her pocket as she waits for the rest of her members to get ready. All the while, she was looking forward to being able to see you and her heart thumps nervously in her chest.

Although you would never blame Yeji for what happened, she’d still feel that guilt eat away at her since she felt like it was her responsibility to oversee each and every little detail of all your schedules, as well as everything in between. 

And now, seeing as one misstep had cost you greatly, Yeji would continue to beat herself up for this.

Lia

Lia sat beside your bed, looking at you with concern, and she let out a shaky breath.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. She thought, pinching the bridge of her nose, and her other hand took hold of yours.

She had been stuck inside your hospital room since you were brought here last night, wanting someone to stay beside you and not wanting to leave you alone even for a little bit, especially with what had happened the night before.

You were just having fun, dancing around the stage as you interacted with MIDZYs, and you were playfully messing around with some of the toys that had been tossed near you. Lia remembers admiring you from afar, her smile wide as she saw you laughing loudly at Yuna and Chaeryeong’s comical teasing.

She was standing somewhere near Yeji and Ryujin, the three of them making playful jabs at each other and often gazing at the three of you.

All of you were having the night of your lives at your concert, basking in the presence of your fans, and it was honestly a picture perfect night for the six of you. It was supposed to remain that way, the loud cheering and bright lights only accentuating the ecstatic atmosphere, and you and your members enjoying yourselves.

But things took a turn for the worst.

Lia remembers seeing you sitting by the edge of the stage, your mic pointed to a member of the crowd as you persuaded a MIDZY to sing along, and your eyes glimmered brightly under the blaring lights. But she also remembers the horrific sight that followed immediately after.

You didn’t realize how close you were to one of the fireworks machine, it was arranged adjacent to where you sat, and none of you were expecting for it to malfunction in the middle of your performance.

Lia remembers how your scream ripped through the loud cheering and booming music, and she remembers being frozen in her place as she sees you leap back, hands covering your face, and you writhe in pain in front of her.

What she doesn’t remember is everything else that happened next. She doesn’t remember how fast she ran to kneel beside you when realization dawned on her, she doesn’t remember the frantic words of her members as they called for a staff member to get you help, and she doesn’t remember how long the ambulance ride took.

All she can remember is the sound of your sobs as you were being hauled away, with her being just a step right behind you. She didn’t have it in her to return to the stage after seeing the incident and she was thankful that none of the members had held it against her.

Yeji had let her accompany you in the ambulance, knowing that you needed someone else to be there with you, and the rest of the members were left scrambling on their feet in order to reassure the fans that you would be okay.

Lia was extremely protective of you, she was that way with all of her members, but she was more attentive to you since you and Yuna were both the youngest of the group. Seeing you like this was like a punch to the gut and she couldn’t fully wrap her head around the whole situation.

Thankfully the doctors had informed her that only your chin was scorched badly but the rest of your face was barely damaged. You had a few scrapes and blisters along your cheeks, but other than that you would be able to recover quickly from the whole ordeal.

However, Lia knew that even though you were going to physically recover from this incident fairly quickly, she wasn’t so sure if you would be able to bounce back from this in a psychological sense. You already had a terrible fear of the loud boom that came from confetti cannons, but this situation would only worsen that whole ordeal for you.

Your injuries may have been minor, but this would affect you for a very long time.

Lia was pried away from her thoughts when she sees you shifting in your bed and she instantly wipes away the tears that had slipped past her eyes as you turn around to see her.

“Lia?” You croak out, fist rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and she takes hold of it as she shakes her head.

“Be careful. You’re gonna knock off your bandages.” She reminds you as she sets your hand down on the bed.

You push yourself up from the bed, leaning against the pillows as you sit up, and you turn to face her.  “What did the doctors say? Is it bad?”

“It isn’t too bad. Your chin got a little bit singed and you have a few blisters on your face, but it isn’t anything too damaging.” Lia explains as she shakes her head, hand still on yours, and her thumb stroked gently along your skin. “Are you alright?”

“I guess so.” You say with a sigh and you nestle yourself further into the bed. “Where are the others? Are they okay too?”

“They just went out for a little bit to go buy some food.” Lia answers shortly. “And they’re fine. You don’t need to worry about them, but they were a little frazzled when you got hit last night.”

You groan at the memory, your features contorting into a scowl, and your fingers grazed gently over the patches on your face. “It happened so fast, Lia. One moment I was looking at our fans and singing to them. And the next, my face felt like it was on fire as I tried to claw at it.”

“Does it still hurt? Maybe I can get you something to help?” She offers as she starts to get up from her seat but the way you grabbed onto her wrist stops her dead in her tracks and she looks at you.

“I’m fine. I just need you to stay here with me.” You reassure her and she sits back down beside you. “My mind’s a little foggy on what happened last night, but I do remember having you with me all night long. Thank you for staying with me. I really appreciate it.”

Lia feels a brush creep along her cheeks and her eyes widen slightly at your words. She lets out a nervous chuckle and she carefully nudges you by the shoulder. “What’s all that about huh? I’m your co-member and friend. Of course I’d stay here with you.”

You smile appreciatively at her. “I’m still grateful. I would’ve freaked out the entire way if you weren’t there beside me to keep me sane, so thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Lia says with a smile and she rests her head against your bed. “I’m just glad you’re okay. I know you’re scared of loud sounds and explosions, so I got really nervous for you when that happened last night.”

“I don’t think I’d be able to keep it together if we have to deal with explosions again for a while. I might just scream or jump back.” You jokingly say with a hum as you look down at her.

“That’s okay. I don’t deal with loud noises well either, so I’ll be sure to watch over you.” She consoles as she chuckles.

“Will I be able to leave soon?” You inquire with a brow quirked.

She nods her head. “They told me tomorrow at the latest. They just wanna make sure you don’t get an infection or anything like that. But you shouldn’t have to worry about that right now, you should just focus on getting better.”

“But I can’t stay here for too long, we still have a few concerts and we can’t be a group member down.” You reasoned out.

Lia pinches you by your side and you yelp at the stinging sensation. “Listen to me for once. I get that you want to perform for our team and for our fans, but you need to recover. I don’t want you getting shaken up during performances or getting hurt even more.”

You grunted, rubbing the area where she pinched, and you pouted. “Fine, fine. I’m gonna take it easy. You didn’t have to pinch me for it.”

“Stop being such a baby.” She snapped back at you playfully.

“Says the person who likes treating me like one.” You tease with a scoff and you defensively cross your arms over your chest.

Lia hums at your words and she nods her head. “I do, don’t I? Come here, you big dolt.”

You smile happily as Lia moves up to the bed and she sits beside you, carefully wrapping her arms around you and you nestle yourself into her. It was your turn to let out a hum as you leaned your head on her shoulder, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips as you looked up at her.

“You’re the best, Lia.” You whisper and you wrap your arms around her as well. “Don’t let the others know I said that though.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.” Lia chuckles as she leans her head near yours and she revels in your touch.

As you rest yourself in her arms, you smile widely when you feel her fingers tangle with the locks of your hair and you hear her humming against your ear. It only took you mere minutes to fall back asleep in her arms and Lia couldn’t help the flutter that spread in her heart as she gazed down at you.

You had always felt safest beside her. And Lia is more than happy to cradle you in her arms each and every time you need her.

Ryujin

Ryujin had been walking around the stage while they were rehearsing when she felt the platform beneath her start to shake and she immediately jumped away from it. She nervously eyed the stage and she looked around, eyes immediately landing on your leader.

“Yeji, did you feel that?” She asks as she carefully navigates around the unsteady floor and she stands beside her older member.

“Yeah, I did.” Yeji affirms as she stomps her foot on the floor lightly, a clanging noise emanating from beneath them and they both step back cautiously. “We need to get this checked out. This could end badly for us if the stage doesn’t get fixed before the concert.”

“Lia was talking with the stage manager earlier.” Ryujin informs her older member and they both start to walk behind the stage “Maybe we can get her to check in on them to see what we can do.”

“Yeah, I’ll handle it.” Your leader says with an affirmative nod and she looks around. “Be sure to tell the others for me. Chaeryeong, Yuna, and Y/N are together, I think they’re talking with the service staff running over a few things on the checklist.”

“Alright, I’ll go tell them right now.” The younger member says before she excuses herself from Yeji and she instantly heads her way to go look for the three of you.

She passes through multiple members of the staff, greeting them and thanking them as she moves by, and she hurriedly rushes past them. Ryujin found the three of you as Yeji said she would, Yuna was running through the list with a member of the service staff, while you and Chaeryeong were talking to a few of the administrative workers.

“Hey, you three.” Ryujin greets as she catches your attention and she gestures for all three of you to come close to her. “I need to tell you all something real quick. It’s not gonna take long, but it is important.”

“Is there a problem, Ryu?” You ask as all three of you excuse yourselves from the staff and you all stood beside her.

She nods her head and she rests her palms on her waist. “Yeji and I were checking the stage a little while back, there’s a spot near the center that’s a little wobbly so I need you guys to be careful whenever you walk past it or whenever you have to dance on it. She and Lia are trying to take care of it with the stage manager, but I don’t want any of us taking any chances.”

“Do you think they’ll be able to fix it in time?” Chaeryeong asks as she crosses her arms over her chest. “Y/N and I are gonna be standing most in the center for the intro for all of our songs.”

“I hope they can.” Ryujin answers with an unsteady shrug and she lets out a sigh. “I’ll make sure to check in on the staff in between performances.”

“I’ll help you.” Yuna insists and she looks at the older member. “I’ll check in whenever you can’t so we can avoid any trouble.”

Ryujin sends the youngest member an appreciative smile and she eyes all of you. “Thanks. Remember to look out for each other out there. We don’t want anyone getting hurt. But remember to have fun too. This is the first concert we’ve gotten to be on in a while so shake off the jitters and enjoy the night.”

You all nodded your heads at her words and you all gave each other a reassuring embrace. Once that was dealt with, you went back to talking with a few of the staff to ensure everything would flow perfectly during the entirety of the concert.

The day went on pretty quick for the six of you. After checking up on the stage, being satisfied with how steady it had been after the staff fixed it, you had all rehearsed a few of your dances and you had all brushed up on the rest of your performances.

With rehearsals wrapped up and with all of you going through everything one last time, you were all finally satisfied just in time for your concert to start.

The night started off without a hitch, your dances were the usual energetic and powerful performance you usually put on. Dazzling lights and booming music echoed throughout the entire arena mixing in with the loud cheers of your fans. It was truly a sight to behold for all six of you and the exhilarating excitement in your chest only expanded tenfold as the night went on.

From your astonishing depiction of DALLA DALLA to your mystifying number of In The Morning, the cheering and screaming from the crowd only grew more the longer your performances had gotten.

This show meant a lot to all six of you since it’s the first performance for your month-long tour after being on hiatus, and you were all so eager about it that each and every one of you had a hand in organizing the whole events of the night.

However, at the start of your performance for Not Shy, the platform beneath you started to tremble and you momentarily stuttered where you stood. But you wanted to continue, knowing how important professionalism on stage was, and you did your best to not put too much weight on it so it doesn’t collapse underneath you.

You would end up regretting that decision.

Before the song even ended, your foot slipped when the scaffolding from the stage broke and it teetered to one side. Your knees buckled as you fell through the floor, your arm outstretched in an attempt to break your fall, and it was the first to hit the ground.

An agonizing scream ripped through your throat, the sound of your forearm popping out from its socket sent you in a panic, and tears immediately slipped past through your eyes as you clutched onto it tightly in an attempt to alleviate the pain. You had  fallen no less than six feet and with how strong the impact had been, you definitely needed to be taken to the hospital.

The girls all froze in their place when they heard the platform collapse, far too afraid to move from their spot thinking that they might cause a chain reaction, but when Ryujin saw that you were gone from the stage all logical thinking in her mind had been thrown out the window and she immediately sprinted towards the gaping hole in the middle of the stage.

“Y/N!” She called out to you, seeing you writhing and sobbing on the ground.

Without even thinking, Ryujin jumped down and she landed right beside you. She pulled you close to her, eyes widening at the sight of your arm, and she cursed underneath her breath. “It’s okay, Y/N. It’s okay. We’ll get you help, alright? We’ll make it better.”

“Ryujin!” Yeji’s voice boomed from up above and the younger member looked up at her. “What happened?! Is she okay?!”

“No! Call for help! Y/N’s in a lot of pain!” Ryujin answers frantically. “Please, hurry!”

As she focused back at you, all she could hear was the sound of shoes thumping against the stage as the girls ran off to call for help and soon enough only the faint sound of the crowd’s worried mumbling could be heard.

“Ryujin… it hurts so much.” You whine, the tears in your eyes flowing endlessly as you looked up at her and all she could do was grit her teeth in frustration.

“I know, Y/N. I know. I’m sorry I can’t help right now but the others called for help. Help will be here soon, alright?” She expresses, tears threatening to fall from her eyes as well, and she holds your hand to let you grab on to it. “I’m here for you, Y/N. I’m here.”

It felt like forever before anyone came to help you, but when a paramedic finally came to haul you away and had to bring you to the hospital, your eyes were only fixated on Ryujin as you were lifted to the stretcher.

“Can she come with us?” You ask the man beside you through your snivels as you pointed to your co-member and he turns her head to look at where you were pointing to. He nods as he merely nods his head at you. “Of course.”

One of the other paramedics had called her to come aboard the ambulance and she excused herself from everyone else, where she left a fairly pissed off Yeji and the rest of your very concerned members.

“I promise to tell you everything as soon as I can.” Ryujin reassures as she hops on the ambulance and the door closes immediately after.

“Ryu…” you called out to her and her head immediately snapped to your direction, seeing you tapping the space beside your stretcher.

She sent you a reserved smile as she moved to sit beside you, taking your hand in hers, and she leaned her head against it. “Hey… how are you holding up?”

“They’ve put ice on it to help with the pain.” You answered shortly and you looked at her with furrowed brows. “You’re really stupid, you know?”

“What? How am I stupid?” Ryujin reels back at your words, offense littering her features, and she looks at you with confusion.

“You jumped down after me.” You reminded her. “Both of us could’ve gotten hurt. That was really dumb.”

She rolls her eyes at you. “Because I was worried about you, dummy! I was really scared when I didn’t see you and I just ran as fast as I could without even thinking about it.”

You hum, a smile gracing your tired features. “It was still a dumb thing to do. But thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Ryujin said with a smile and she looked into your eyes. “You know I’d do it again for you, right?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes at her and you playfully pushed her face away. “God, I hate you.”

Ryujin merely lets out a chuckle, her eyes never leaving your features, and she feels a flutter spreading through her chest. She never let your hand go that night, clutching on to you like a lifeline, and she held you as close to her as possible.

Seeing you get hurt was enough to send her into a panic, and she knew in her heart that she would never allow something like that to ever happen again.

Chaeryeong

Chaeryeong looked at you with the brightest smile, her laughter echoing through the mic she held in her hands, and the rest of the girls watched on as you interacted with the crowd. You had always been the ball of energy of the group, your stamina never faltering regardless of how long your shows went on or how many dances you had to perform.

“MIDZYs, make some noise!” You hollered into the mic, running across the stage with your arm waving around, and the crowd all cheered each time you would get near them.

The night felt almost euphoric for the six of you. You’ve been on tour before, but nothing has spiked your energy like tonight has and you just can’t seem to explain the excitement that bubbled up in your chest. And the girls took note of this. You’ve been unstoppable all night long and it’s a surprise to see you still so full of endurance even as the show was starting to close off.

Even as the rain started to fall, none of you wanted to end the show and you all wanted to continue on with your encore to make the most of the night. You had all been soaked under the rain, clothes drenched and hair soggy, but the show goes on.

“I can’t believe how quick she’s still moving after all we did tonight.” Lia comments as she looks over to the girls and she chuckles. “Yuna, what did you feed her today?”

Yuna playfully shakes her head and she shrugs. “She’s had too much coffee.”

“Y/N-ah!” Ryujin calls out to you and you turn to look at her. “Try not to get too carried away, yeah? Be careful, the rain made the stage really slippery!”

You nodded your head and you sent her a thumbs-up. “Got it!”

A voice from your in-ear monitors informed you to wrap up the show for tonight, causing all six of you to frown, but Yeji had managed to convince your team to allow one last song so despite their prior contesting to your request, they had let up and allowed one more song.

“Alright, everyone! I hate to be the bearer of bad news but we only have one song left to perform before we close off the concert.” Your leader announces and a string of groans erupted from the crowd causing all of you to chuckle. “We know, we know. It’s a bummer. But in order for you guys to get home safely and so none of you get sick, we have to end the performance before the rain gets too hard. Alright?”

Although there were still people from the crowd who complained, the majority of them had let out an excited cheer and they instead enjoyed the last song of the night. As the music boomed across the arena, you and your members let loose.

Chaeryeong and Lia were interacting with the crowd, Yeji and Yuna were dowsing each other with water, while you and Ryujin were messing around with the band.

It was all fun and games until you grabbed one of the smoke guns. You ran across the stage wildly, engulfing the entire platform in a thick white fog, and you let out cheer after cheer as you did. Yeji chased after you, trying to pry the machine from your hands, and you both ran across the stage with your laughter booming causing everyone else to cheer along with you.

However, when Yeji was mere inches away from catching up to you, your foot had suddenly slipped on a wet patch on the floor and you came tumbling down right in front of her. The loud sound of a crash caught everyone’s attention and they all turned to look at you.

Your leader knelt down beside you, hands on your shoulders, and she looked over at you worriedly. “Are you okay? Does anything hurt?”

You cringed at the sore feeling in your foot but you sent her a grin and you nodded your head. “Who, me? Of course, I’m fine!”

“You sure about that?” You heard Lia say from behind you and you look up to see her standing right above you.

“I’m sure. I promise you.” Even though she raised a brow at you, she could do nothing but nod her head and let out a sigh as she shrugged her shoulders. “Alright, I’ll take your word for it.”

“Here, let me help you up.” Chaeryeong says as she offered out her hand and you gladly accepted it. You smiled at her as she pulled you up but that immediately faltered when you accidentally put too much weight on your foot, causing your steps to stutter, and she was quick to catch you from tripping over yourself. “Woah, are you alright?”

“Well, maybe my foot’s a little sore.” You say with a giggle and you nod your head to your older member. “Don’t tell Lia that though. She won’t let me live it down.”

She chuckles with furrowed brows and she wraps an arm over your waist. “We did warn you not to overdo it, Y/N-ah.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Can you blame me though?”

“Can’t say I can.” She responds with a smile and she pulls you closer to her. “Think you can handle walking on your own? Or do you need my help?”

“I think… I 'd like your help.” You say shyly with a faint brush across your cheeks.

Chaeryeong merely nods her head and she stuck by you as the song finally ended. With your concert over, you had all bowed down gratefully to the crowd as they cheered and you bid them goodbye for the night; thanking them for coming and wishing them well as they went home. And all the while, Chaeryeong never left your side.

Even as you were both walking to go backstage, she held onto you tightly and you grit your teeth at the ache you felt with each step you took. She noticed how your face would contort in discomfort as you put pressure on your foot and she couldn’t bear seeing you in so much pain anymore. So, being the sweetheart she is, Chaeryeong stopped you right before you had to go down a set of stairs and she crouched down in front of you.

“What are you doing?” You ask with an eyebrow raised.

She cranes her head to look at you and she pats her back. “Come on, I’ll carry you. Your foot is only gonna feel worse if you keep putting pressure on it like that.”

A blush makes its way to your cheek as you look at the girl in front of you and a smile tugs on your lips. “A-Are you sure? I don’t want you getting tired or anything.”

“I’m sure. Don’t worry.” She insists with her brightest smile and she inches closer to you. “Hop on.”

Despite your own hesitation, you take her offer, and you carefully set yourself on her back. With your legs dangling over her waist and your arms rested over her shoulders, Chaeryeong picks you up from the ground and she looks back at you. “Are you alright? Are you comfortable?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” You respond mindlessly, eyes fixated on her face, and your heart explodes in a flutter at the sight of her sincere features. She nods her head and she starts walking back to your dressing rooms.

“You should really get your foot checked out, you know?” She advised as she continued to walk with you, eyes flickering to look at you, and she had a knowing smile on her lips.

You shrugged and you leaned your cheek on her shoulder. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a little sore. Trust me.”

Chaeryeong scoffs and she shakes her head. “Lia was right. You really don’t like listening to anyone.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!” You complained with a pout and you childishly kicked your feet as you squirmed in her grasp.

“It means you’re being reckless.” She teases. “And childish.”

“You’ve been spending too much time with Ryujin.” You griped with a pout and rolled your eyes at her. “You’re being mean.”

“I’m not being mean!” She contested with a shrug. “I just— sometimes, you could listen to us more, you know? As your co-members and your friends, it worries us at times when you push yourself too much. I understand that you’re just energetic and that you want to have fun, but you getting hurt like this makes me anxious. I care about you and I don’t wanna see you spraining an ankle or breaking an arm, or anything like that.”

You were about to argue with her once more, but your sentence died down in your throat when you saw the sincerity in her features and the worry that reflected in her beautiful eyes, so you let out a shaky breath as you leaned into her. “Fine. I guess I could… listen to you guys more.”

Chaeryeong raises her eyebrow at you, setting you down by an empty chair, and she stands in front of you with her arms crossed over her chest. “Do you mean that?”

An exasperated sigh leaves your lips and you hesitantly nod your head. “Yes. Yes, I mean it. If it makes you guys worried, then I’ll tone it down. I don’t wanna cause trouble.”

“You’re not trouble.” She corrects and sits beside you. “You just need to be less reckless, especially when we’re on stage. This isn’t the first time you got hurt.”

“I’m not that reckless.” You attempted to argue but your sentence immediately dies down in your throat when you see the unimpressed look on her face. You groaned and you banged your head against the wall. “Fine. I am that reckless.”

“So you promise to take it easy on yourself?” Chaeryeong elbows you by the arm and she looks at you eagerly.

“I promise to take it easy on myself.” You echoed with a nod and you smiled at her.

“Good!” She cheered as she patted you on the shoulder and she stood up from her seat. “I’m gonna go get changed real quickly. Call me if you need anything, alright?”

“Okay.” You nod and you watch her walk away, but before she could go any further, you took in a deep breath and you called out to her. “Hey, Chaer?”

She stops in her tracks and she turns to look at you. “Yeah?”

“Can you… Can you call someone to check on my foot real quick?” You ask shyly as you avoided her eyes and you stretched your foot. “It isn’t that bad, but I just want to make sure. You know?”

Chaeryeong smiles and she nods her head. “Yeah, no worries. I’ll be back with them in a little bit, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” You respond and she continues to walk off to go call for a medic to look over you.

Soon enough Chaeryeong returned with a medic, and although she didn’t really have to, she stayed with you to hear what they had to say about your foot. Your members had noticed the sight and they all gathered around you, which earned you an earful from both Yeji and Lia.

But despite their nitpicking, you merely nodded your head at their words instead of talking back to them like you usually do, and you actually listened to their criticisms of you— which was a surprise in itself.

It was a long night for you but you were just glad that Chaeryeong stuck beside you, even as you all packed up to leave, she was there every step of the way, and she looked after you.

Yuna

Yuna panted out heavily as she stepped off the platform, taking off her in-ear monitors as she went backstage, and she immediately went to grab herself a bottle of water to cool down. As she sat down, she saw you and Yeji getting up since it was your turn to perform.

The MAMA awards had been something you were all looking forward to, not just because it was a chance for you to perform in front of your fans, but because it was also a chance for you to perform with your other co-idols on stage.

She and Chaeryeong had been assigned to perform with other idols from both TXT and aespa for an opening performance, while you and Yeji were set to perform with Stray Kids and LOONA.

As you guys were rehearsing for this night, you were all excited to be able to work with your other friends and colleagues. It was something you and Yuna had never done before, so you both gushed about it a lot with each other, and it had been a recurring topic for both of you.

Which is why she’s a little anxious for your performance. It wasn’t that she had her doubts about you performing well, she trusted that you would give it your all as you usually do, but she was worried about the possibility of you getting hurt.

You had confided in her that even during rehearsals, you were already worried about performing to your full potential since you were destined to be wearing really inconvenient clothing that would stand in your way whenever you tried to move. To add to that, you had to wear chains and rings as a final detail to your outfit, and that would only boost to limiting your movements.

So, Yuna kept a close eye on you as she watched your performance through the several monitors that were set up backstage, and she nervously picks at the small details on her outfit.

For the most part, you had been doing well in your performance, and Yuna gazed at you in silent awe as she adored all your movements. You glided along the stage flawlessly, in-tune with the music and perfectly synchronized with Yeji's movements. It was enough to make her heart flutter and her cheeks blush at the sight.

Yuna would never tell you this, for fear of you teasing her and for not wanting to boost your ego more, but she had always admired you. Whether it be your skills in dancing, your work ethic, or you just in general— she had always been so in awe of you. Which is another reason she's been so excited and anxious about this performance.

You promised to give it your all, and considering you were already pretty damn good at what you do, it excited her to know that you had more to offer. Seeing you give your heart out now, she was utterly speechless at how passionate you were at what you did.

You were born to perform on stage. Yuna thought many times before, but tonight proved it more than anything else.

In her daze of just staring at you mindlessly, she failed to notice how your expression turned into an annoyed scowl as your rings got caught on the chain near your waist, and you choked back an annoyed grunt as it prevented you from moving properly.

Desperately, you tried to free your hand from the chain, even going so far as trying to pull it off from your finger, but unfortunately it became stuck on it because of how it was lodged into the chain. Of course, that was just your luck.

At this part of your choreography, you needed to go all out. There was no way you could continue performing half-heartedly, not in a stage as important and as big as this. You'd hear an earful from your stylist later, but as of right now you really didn't care. So, despite knowing the consequences of your actions, you tug on the chain harshly, causing it to snap off of your waist and it falls to the ground with a quiet clang. With the chain now freed from your waist, you were finally able to move to the best of your ability and you gave it your all for the performance.

Unbeknownst to you, the moment you had snatched the chain and when it snapped off, the rings on your fingers got caught on it as well, leading to almost all of your rings breaking apart and cutting your fingers. You hadn’t noticed the stinging or the blood that started trailing down your fingers and covering your hand, you were too focused on finishing the dance.

None of the other performers on stage noticed as well, neither did Yuna, and you closed off the performance flawlessly.

When you were walking backstage, the lights were dim and you weren’t able to see the blood that stained your skin, but you could definitely feel the stinging at this point. It was agonizing, but you thought it was just fatigue from the dance. However, when you felt like your vision started to spin and your steps started to stagger, you knew something was wrong.

“Y/N!” You could barely register Yuna’s voice as she tossed her arms around you, her giddy laughter a mere buzz in your head as it throbbed harshly, and you scowled in pain as your vision narrowed. “Y-Yuna?”

“You did so well! I told you you’d be amazing!” Her words were reassuring for the most part, but somewhere in between her gushing about your performance you had lost track of what she was saying, and you suddenly felt nauseous as she held you tight. Yuna pulls away when she notices your silence, her brows furrowed in worry, and she rests her hands over your shoulders. “Hey, what’s the matter? Shouldn’t you be happy?”

You didn’t answer her, you had no strength to do so, and she immediately took notice of how pale you had looked. She took hold of your hand in an attempt to bring you comfort, but her eyes snapped to its direction when she felt something warm and sticky trickling down your palm, and she looked on in shock. “Y/N, you’re bleeding!”

“Y-Yuna…” you choked out, voice nothing but a mere whisper as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your knees buckled beneath you. Yuna is immediately sent into a panic as you go limp in her arms, the two of you collapsing to the ground, and she rests your head over her thigh.

“Y/N!” She screamed as she tapped your cheek repeatedly in an attempt to wake you up and her eyes searched around for anyone nearby. “Help! Somebody, please, help!”

No one passed by and she doubted anyone would be able to hear her with the loud music emanating from the speakers, but she had to try. There was no way she could leave you like this. “Yeji! Chaeryeong! Anyone, please!”

She didn’t know how long it had been since you passed out but Yuna couldn’t sit around anymore just waiting for someone to passby, and although it was frustrating that she’d be leaving you by yourself momentarily, she had no other choice if she wanted to help you. So, she looked at you with an apologetic expression and she gently placed your head down on the floor beneath you. “I’m so sorry, Y/N, but I’ll be right back with help. I promise.”

She no longer wastes anymore time and she sprints towards the closest staff member she could see running around. In a panic she informs one of the crew what had happened to you and thankfully they were able to help her locate a medic who she immediately takes back to where you were.

With the medic now taking care of you, Yuna took it upon herself to inform the rest of your members, and she led them to where you were taken. The four remaining members were advised to wait outside the room the medics had taken you into while Yeji was pulled in so she could be informed about how you were, and Yuna couldn’t help but attempt to peek into the room as she waited impatiently outside.

It didn’t take long for the paramedics to finish looking over you and soon enough most of them had exited the room with one medic staying behind to double check things. With most of them gone, the youngest member of your team had taken it upon herself to enter the room freely; however, as Yuna was about to step in, Yeji just so happened to walk out at the same time and they both eye each other.

“How is she?” Yuna asked, trying to peek over her older member’s shoulder, and she caught a glimpse of you sitting by at the very corner of the small room with an oxygen mask over your face. “Is she gonna be okay? What did they say?”

“She’s gonna be fine.” Yeji reassures her, holding on to her shoulders to keep her in place, and she looks the younger girl straight in the eyes. “But I don’t think it’d be a smart decision to come barging in with her still shaken up like this.”

Yuna bit back a frustrated groan as she tugs herself out of her leader’s grasp and she furrows her brows at the older girl in front of her. “I’m sorry, Yeji, but I just can’t stand by here. I need to see her.”

Before Yeji could even say anything else, Yuna pushed past her, apologizing to the older girl as she did, and she immediately made her way to you. Defeatedly, your leader lets out an annoyed huff and she merely goes to the rest of your members to give them an update about you instead.

“Hey, I’m here, Y/N.” Yuna says reassuringly as she sits beside you and she brushes her fingers over your forehead as you turn to see her. “I’m here. Are you okay? What happened? What did they say to you?”

You took in a deep breath, prying the mask off your face. “I’m fine. Apparently I had a vasovagal reaction, which is why I suddenly passed out all of a sudden earlier.”

Yuna blinks repeatedly, looking at you in confusion as she barely processes your words. “In English?”

“Long story short, my body had a weird reaction to me getting injured and me being anxious which is why it momentarily shut down.” You explain to her, a gross oversimplification of your current state, and you send her a reassuring smile. “But I’ll be okay. I don’t have to be taken to the hospital, thankfully, but I do need to rest.”

“Oh,” she blurted out as she took hold of your hands and she carefully brushed her thumbs over them. “Well, what’s important is that you’re okay. I was so worried about you. I’m sorry I had to leave you for a moment back there, but I panicked and I was scared that if—”

“Yuna! Yuna, stop!” You intervened, pressing your hand to her cheek, and you smiled at her. “It’s okay. You did what you had to do to help me. And I’m thankful that you were nearby. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t around. Thank you.”

The girl beside you suddenly feels a rush of heat pool at her cheeks, her eyes widened as she gazed at you, and she desperately tried to pull herself together as she smiled at you in return. “Of— Of course. I’m glad that I was the one who got to you as well. And I’m so relieved that you’re alright.”

“Well, maybe alright is a bit of an overstatement.” You joke as you raise your hand, showing her the bandages that were wrapped around three of your fingers, and you let out a sigh as you brush your thumb over them. “I can’t believe a few dumb cuts caused all this commotion. I really have to talk to our stylist about overdoing it with our accessories. At least the performance is done, right? I hope I did well.”

Yuna lets out an annoyed huff, taking hold of your hands once more, and you suddenly look at her straight in the eyes as she did. “Can you stop worrying about work right now? You’re hurt and you’re very clearly in need of rest. So, why don’t you just take it easy for a bit and just relax?”

“But I—” “You did well earlier, trust me. Like I said, you were amazing.” She reassures you, sending you a warm smile, and she nudges your chin up with her finger. “Please, try to stop thinking about it for now. We’ll have a chance to see it later anyway so just focus on yourself.”

“Fine, I’ll… I’ll stop thinking about the performance.” You said with a sigh as you settled in the seat and you couldn’t help but smile as you saw the relieved look on Yuna’s face. “If it stops you from panicking like this, then I’ll take it easy.”

“Good.” She says with an appreciative nod and she shifts in the seat beside you. “And I’ll be staying with you here all night long to make sure you don’t do anything senseless, you dummy.”

“You’re the dummy.” You let out a childish whine at her words and you pouted at her, but you sighed in satisfaction as you snuggled yourself into the crook of her neck and you pulled her close to you. “But you’re my dummy. And I’m grateful for you being so caring of me.”

The blush on her cheeks return once more but she nestles herself close to you as she wraps her arms around you protectively. With a proud smile on her lips, she leans her head against yours and she lets out a contented hum. “You’re my friend, Y/N, and you matter a lot to me. Of course, I care about you.”

You wordlessly nodded your head in response, merely easing into her touch as you let your worries melt away, and you spent the remainder of the night in her arms. With you peacefully resting in her arms, Yuna couldn’t help but gaze at you in silence as she adored your features and she smiled to herself as she kept you safe.

She never left your side that night, wanting to be there for you if you needed her at any point, and it didn’t take long for the two of you to fall asleep in each other’s arms. With the night winding down, the rest of your members had looked for you both and the sight that met them was utterly heart-warming.

The two of you looked so adorable together and your members would tease you endlessly for it.

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[ CHALLENGE ] : after the receiver teasingly suggests that the sender is a terrible kisser, sender immediately and fervently proves them wrong with a long, passionate kiss that leaves the receiver taking back what they said.

@bloodlessheirbyjacques 👀👀👀

I kind of took some liberties with this prompt, but it was so much fun to do and I’m actually kind of happy with it, so thank you!!! I hope you enjoy these sweet times for Will and his friends.

Freaks of Preston - First Kisses

The whole mess had started with Kevin being his usual teasy self, joking about how Will was probably a terrible kisser. That was when Will admitted that he had never kissed anyone, so he wouldn’t know. Kevin was more than eager to have everyone test his skills, as he grabbed an empty bottle and put all their teammates in a small circle before Will could even blink. At the very least, they all seemed excited to play with him.

“Your spin, Will.”

His hands were already trembling as he took a deep breath and let the bottle fly. It came to a soft stop in Riley’s direction, and while their friends chuckled to themselves, Will felt his face grow warm.

“Oh, we don’t have to do anything,” he said. “You’ve got Tom, and I don’t want to make either of you uncomfortable—”

He lost his words as Riley leaned forward, briefly kissing his cheek. Thomas didn’t seem upset, at all. In fact, they gave Riley a high-five as he sat back down. Will couldn’t form proper words, and he felt the floor spinning underneath him, almost knocking him over.

“Sorry man,” Riley said. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No, you’re fine— I just—” Will sighed. “I’m still not used to it, that’s all.”

Riley smirked. “Maybe Colin should help you practice.”

Colin kicked at Riley’s foot. “Shut the hell up!”

He didn’t really sound angry, and Will could see the flustered smile he tried to hide under his hand. It felt nice, knowing that his first-ever crush might actually like him back. Now, the only step left was to act on it, if he could ever find the courage.

“You better hope we don’t get Will first, Col,” Kevin said as he took the bottle. “I’m tempted to just kiss him now. Can’t believe a cutie like him has gone so long without one.”

“Kev—” Will cleared his throat. “Thanks, I mean.”

Kevin lifted his glasses and winked at him with his badly-scarred eyes. He flicked the bottle and watched it land on Thomas, who smiled warmly as Kevin stretched himself across their circle to face them.

“Oh, this is also nice,” he said. “Hello, my little phantom.”

Thomas snorted. “Shut up.”

“Ouch— Do I get to kiss you, at least?”

“Yes, of course.”

Will was surprised to see Kevin go for an actual lip-to-lip kiss. Riley didn’t even step in until a few seconds had passed.

“Alright, Blondie, don’t get too comfortable. I’d still like some time with my partner.”

Kevin waited a few seconds before giving Riley an equally-long kiss. Will decided it must have been a three-person relationship, which was strange considering how Riley and Kevin still pestered each other. Jin groaned and nudged them both with her metal arm.

“Either get a room, or disperse,” she said. “It’s Sarah’s turn now.”

Kevin returned to his seat. “Someone sounds eager.”

“I’ll destroy you, string bean.”

Sarah, who had been sitting quietly on Jin’s left, laughed and spun the bottle. Unfortunately, it landed on the empty space between Jin and Riley.

“Does that mean we both kiss her?” Riley asked.

“If you guys want,” Sarah said. “I don’t mind.”

Jin pulled her close and kissed both of her cheeks. “You’re so precious.”

Riley opted for a simple kiss on Sarah’s hand, though it still made her giddy. Jin gave her one last kiss before taking her turn. The bottle landed on Colin, and Will could hear his friends failing to hide their laughter.

“Alright,” Jin said, “calm down guys. I won’t do anything too big— That’ll be Will’s job, right?”

“Why do you guys keep making that joke?” Colin said, pushing his glasses up to rub his eyes.

“We’re not blind, Colin.” Jin gave him a swift kiss on the cheek. “You’re both burning up at the thought of it.”

Will looked away before Colin could catch him staring. He wasn’t sure if he could go through with it, given how hard his heart was pounding. It was the downside to never having a crush before— These new feelings were terribly overwhelming.

Riley took his turn next, practically cheering when the bottle landed on Thomas.

“Check out that luck, babe!”

He kissed Thomas even longer than Kevin had, most definitely out of spite. Will couldn’t help but admire how perfectly they fit in each other’s embrace, like matching puzzle pieces. They were so attached to each other that they were still kissing when Thomas did their spin.

“You’re gonna have to let go, Casanova,” Sarah said. “Unless you want me to kiss you, as well.”

Riley laughed and sat back down. “Go ahead, short stuff.”

Sarah puffed her cheeks at the nickname, but continued to crawl forward and gently kiss Thomas on their forehead. They smiled and squeezed her hand before she sat down.

“Thank you, Sarah.”

She giggled. “You’re too sweet, Tom. I don’t know how you ended up with such grumps.”

“Oh yeah?” Riley pointed at Jin. “How did a softie like you land a sports superstar?”

“You just answered your damn question,” Jin said. “She’s adorable.”

Kevin raised his hand. “Are we gonna ignore the fact that she called me a grump? The guy with the pink highlights?”

As they playfully argued with each other, Colin placed his hand on the bottle. Will watched as he neglected to spin it, instead turning it manually to face him. He smiled at Will nervously.

“They won’t notice, right?”

Will chuckled. “I guess not.”

“Are you okay with this?”

“Yes—“ He cleared his throat. “I mean, if you are, then sure.”

Colin laughed and took his hand, leaning closer until his nose was pressed against Will’s. They kept staring at each other, waiting for one of them to make that final step. To everyone’s surprise, it was Will who closed the gap between them, only for a second before he pulled back and hid his face in his hands. His friends clapped for him.

“Wow, look at you taking initiative!” Riley said.

“Go back to kissing your partner, Ry,” Will mumbled.

“Oh, you don’t have to tell me twice.”

Will jumped as Colin held his shoulder. He had the most beautiful and serene smile on his face.

“Thanks,” he said. “I should have told you— That was my first kiss, too.”

“You—” Will slapped his hand against his head. “Oh god, I ruined it, didn’t I? It wasn’t even big or special!”

“Are you kidding? It was nice.” He laughed to himself. “Maybe we can try for longer next time.”

Will gripped his sleeves in embarrassment. “Yeah, sounds fun.”

Kevin grinned and grabbed the bottle. “How about one more round, then?”

Their friends all cheered in approval, and despite Will’s initial timidness, he was so happy to be shown love by all of his new friends.

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As soon as Will opened the door to Jason’s apartment, strings of muffled laughter came from the kitchen. His godfathers were standing around a single pot, taking turns to stir it carefully. Will tucked his shoes away and joined them.

“What are you guys making?” he asked.

“Oh, you know,” Jason said with a shrug, “just soup, nothing special.”

“It smells like chicken.”

“Right,” Henry said loudly. “Soup and chicken, just normal things.”

Will squinted. “Why are you guys acting like this?”

“No reason, dear.” Jason stirred the pot for the tenth time since Will entered. “So… how was your day?”

There was clearly a smile trying to fight its way onto his face. Will sighed as he realized what was happening: They both knew what had happened with Colin.

“Who told you—”

Jason spun around, unable to contain his grin. “Kevin did, he texted us everything.”

Henry ran over and tousled Will’s hair. “You really did it, sport! I couldn’t be more proud of you!”

“It was barely a peck,” Will said. “It doesn’t really count.”

“Oh, don’t worry. It sounds like you’ll have more chances to go all out.”

“Henry!”

Will hid his face as Henry laughed heartily. Soon, a thin hand fell on his shoulder and pulled him into a hug.

“Do you remember when you were younger,” Jason said, “and you said you would never get married because no one wanted to date you?”

Will nodded, remembering that small, heartbroken boy in Preston. A boy who had accepted that he had no future, until his wonderful new family showed him otherwise. He hugged Jason tighter, crying a little into his sweater.

“You’ve finally found someone who will love every single part of you.” Jason kissed the top of his head. “I couldn’t be more happy for you, Will.”

They were both scooped up in Henry’s arms as he lifted them off the ground.

“Same here, sport. You’ve more than earned this.”

Will held them both close, beyond thankful that both of his godfathers were in his life, in ways that his first father never would have been. Even at dinner, when they kept embarrassing Will with questions about his first-ever kiss, he was still so happy to have their love and support. Friends, family, and a possible new lover… Life was finally being kind to Will Shapiro.

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To save a mockingbird (3)

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Plot: Hux faces trial and is assigned back to the woman who had brought him.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1300

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Chapter 3

Sleep evaded her quickly just like how dawn had crept up so soon. His face remained scattered in her dreams. His case was to be handled first, before getting into the other crisis that needed attention but it was also because General Leia wanted to have less of a crowd when dealing with Hux. She knew the stir it was causing already, a lot of the inhabitants on this base had their families or homes in the Republic which was destroyed when Starkiller Base had fired upon those planets. But Marjorie wasn’t sure why she had been requested to be there as well. So she dragged her feet away from bed reluctantly and prepared herself for the meeting.

The cell was cool enough that with all the exhaustion he had been through, Hux had managed to fall asleep. It was how it had been always, no dreams, no nightmares, much closer to how a droid would power down. He didn’t use the small mattress and rather chose the floor. It was hard and uncomfortable just like his quarters on the fleet, so it eased him. But as he laid there with an arm over his head to shield his eyes from the light, he heard the scuffling of feet and silent giggles. Opening his eyes to let them adjust to sunlight, he caught sight of the figure or rather figures that stood outside his cell. One out of those faces was rather very easy to remember mostly because Hux could never forget the humiliation he faced after this pilot’s little stunt.

“Look everyone, General Hugs is awake.”, Poe commented as he folded his arms. Hux didn’t like to be greeted with that bright orange jumpsuit, that imagining to burn it had given him motivation to get up.

“As your assigned officer, I order you to get yourself to your hearing.”, the pilot went on but Hux couldn’t get past the fact of all the people in the world he had to be assigned to the most annoying one.

“Hearing?”, Hux questioned unsure of what all this was, the protocols here were simple yet different that what he was used to.

“You know, to treat you according to your crimes. A lot of us here aren’t exactly happy with you. Especially since you blew up The Republic.”, the pilot jabbered on and it wasn’t making his headache any better.

His dinner wasn’t sufficient from yesterday and his body attuned to his regular scheduled craved a cup of caf along with a proper meal. He squinted at the sunlight again, it was being on a planet that was resetting his rhythm. He wanted the endless night and the voice in his mind was pestering him to search for the spy from yesterday so he could enjoy a few seconds of peace.

“Fine.”, he conceded to Poe. “Where is the hearing?”, Hux asked and got up to smooth down his jumpsuit.

But Poe commented on the colour of the suit which led them to bicker and that was all they did, till they got to the main gathering, like siblings who hated each other and had found endless ways to find faults or tease.

“Poe Dameron.”, was all Hux heard that got the pilot to shut up. Only then did he notice the slightly older woman, whose features looked quite familiar.

“General Leia.”, Poe’s demeanor changed to one of respect and Hux could understand that she was a woman of power.

“Shall we begin?”, she asked but now her eyes were on him. It felt uneasy, like she too looked upon him with a concern he didn’t quite deserve or want. So he looked away, feeling like a boy who had made a mistake and he knew what happened to such boys.

“Please, take to the stand.”, Leia instructed him and he complied. He knew when to respect or who to win over and those with power were always the first on his list.

A small council had gathered and put forth their opinions on what had to be done with him.

Torture him for more information, one put forward.

Punish him, said a few others

Make him pay for the Republic, he heard the angry voices and as much as he wanted to stand here, to face it, to prove it to himself that he could, it wasn’t doing him any good.

He felt the stress crawl up his neck, old haunts reminding him that he was not still free of them. His fingers tightened around the wooden balustrade.

"We are not the First Order.", the General put down her foot and his eyes shot to her.

One part anger, the other relief. Of course this was nothing like the order and a part of him was grateful it wasn’t. He wanted to survive and this place termed with a weakness, this harbouring of hope.

“I have a solution in mind.”, she continued, making Hux curious.

“In the days of the rebellion, we had special agents who went by the name of Fulcrum, agents who were in some cases had defected from the Empire’s rule.”, she explained and it had struck him. He had not defected, he traded information in the hopes of bringing Kylo down.

But if he only had to pretend to be on their side till he had enough freedom to move about, it was a way out.

“I believe General Hux could be of such service. It wouldn’t be any different to him for he has been the one supplying us with information on the First Order’s strategies and plans.”, Leia revealed and it drew out a neutral response, the scowls and jeers targeted at him, faded.

“Him!”, Poe stood up and Hux grinned at him. Watching the pilot grapple with the truth that all this while the spy he had hailed was actually Hux, did in fact feel good.

“But trust has to be earned.”, he heard next and frowned, certain that he was going to be put back in that cell again.

“You will be tagged, to monitor your movement and be placed within the boundary of this base, such that you cannot leave on missions until you are proven to be true in your new task.”, Leia instructed and it eased him again, so a perimeter but to roam free within? He could use it to his advantage. He would have to work his way around to be free of the electronic tag and take off.

He nodded in agreement, he had faced worse, so much more worser. If he had survived his father, he could survive anything.

But that was until he saw her, her presence making him want to squint his eyes as though the sun had found him again.

When Marjorie was put in front of him, she wasn’t pleased. She didn’t want to be around him anymore. Her mission was to bring him here, she had accomplished that. Leia however thought, no, felt she would be much better at bringing him to some reformation rather than Poe. An immense task, she had no interest in figuring out if the General of the First Order had it in him to change.

“He responds well with you than Poe.”, Leia continued and Marjorie huffed. No one can respond well to Poe.

“For how long?”, she questioned, her eyes briefly skimming to him. He had worn the jumpsuit, so he had listened to her. His hands were held together and his eyes were on her, looking with a softness she couldn’t believe he possessed. Just another manipulative trick, she brushed it aside.

His mind however wanted her to say yes.

Say yes. Say yes.

How did Ren do it? To get people to comply to his will?

Maybe he could be sensitive to the force just this once that the fates may bestow him with the pleasure of escaping Poe Dameron’s annoying voice. His constant inner chanting only brought Leia’s attention on him.

“A month.”, Leia instructed and Marjorie tapped her foot.

He wanted to grab her by her shoulders. He could sneak past her, her kindness or goodness will feel good for a day but then he can run off, she would be a means to an end. This had to happen, if she could trick him, he could trick her. It would even the scales and he would have his justice to let her go from his plaguing thoughts.

“Alright.”, she finally conceded. She had monitored him for a few months, thirty rotations is not going to do any harm.

Was it?

Her eyes found his, she wasn’t sure.

[gralunaisland]

Do you think Ichiya's harassment towards Erza is the same thing as Juvia's harassment towards Gray? and if that's the case then why is Erza allowing Juvia doing the same thing?

Double Standard between Ichiya and juvia

I do think Ichiya's harassment is basically the same thing as juvia's harassment. I really like your bringing attention to the fact that despite Erza being a victim of sexual harassment, she allows and encourages juvia to do the same thing to Gray.

Let's examine some of their behaviors side by side, shall we?

(Now it's been quite a few months since I watched FT last so I'm not going to remember every single Ichiya or juvia moment, but I'll write about what I remember off the top of my head. This won't be my greatest post, because of my bad memory haha. Feel free to comment any more similarities I might've missed!)

Ichiya has a habit of calling Erza pet names that have made her very uncomfortable. Tbh I'm not remembering all of them but I think he called her "baby" in the English dub version.

juvia also has a plethora of pet names for Gray that they had never agreed on and he had never asked for, just like Erza hadn't, like "darling" in the English dub. Also whenever she says Gray's name, she adds "-sama" to the end of it, elevating Gray to an embarrassing degree. I'm not an expert on Japanese suffixes, but I know they use that term when speaking to someone of muuuuch higher status than the speaker, like when they're referring to God, they say "kami-sama". It shows a crazy amount of respect and humbling of oneself, and Gray never asked for that and certainly doesn't consider himself better than juvia (though he should because she's pits). If you think about it, it's about the equivalent of this person who's unhealthily obsessed with you bowing down to you and calling you "your royal highness" or "your lordship" or "my queen/king" and actually meaning that level of respect when you never wanted them to in the first place. I think most people who don't have inflated egos would be very uncomfortable with someone who follows them around calling them those things all the time in public and in front of their friends especially.

Ichiya invades Erza's space all the time, sniffing her "parfum" at a very disturbingly close distance, which usually ends up with him getting kicked in the face.

juvia does the same thing constantly, with her even jumping into Gray's mouth naked before. she hugs him (more like tackles him) out of the blue so much, and she didn't let go of his hand when he wanted her too after their unison raid in the GMG. It's really gross to blatantly ignore someone's personal bubble on a regular basis, especially if that person hasn't okayed it. Did her parents never teach her "hands to yourself" as a kid? Someone really needs to now. It's very r*pey behavior to put your hands on someone else, especially lecherously as she does, without their consent.

Ichiya treats Erza as if they're a package deal already despite them being very decidedly not.

juvia also pesters Gray incessantly about being her one and only, very assured that he is in fact hers despite never asking him to date her. she's a weird one. Sometimes she seems like she knows they're not dating, as she tries so hard to win him over, and sometimes she shows she thinks they are dating by being all lovey dovey and expecting Gray to only have eyes for her. she really is just crazy and has no rhyme or reason, so I don't worry too much about what she actually thinks because she clearly doesn't think at all. All that to say, she ignores what Gray wants because he's rejected her before and she doesn't care, and she's delusional from thinking her methods work and are humane.

I guess the last similarity I can think of, that ties in the stuff I've already mentioned, is that neither of them takes no for an answer, which is soooo r*pey (yes, I use this term a lot, but it really captures their behavior) of them. It's just abhorrent to keep pushing and pushing their agenda to obtain the relationship they want even though the object of their disgusting affection clearly pushes back and rejects their advances.

Unforgivable really.

I can't believe this type of behavior is romanticized and humorized in anime and manga so often when it's just gross and criminal.

Back to your second question: Why is Erza allowing juvia to do the same thing to Gray when in reality, shouldn't she understand what Gray is going through since she has to endure it with Ichiya?

Honestly this is a really good question, and one I hadn't really thought hard into before. I think I might have an answer, though I'm sure Mashima didn't think this far through with his terrible character "development" skills.

First of all, this is just another example of men getting the short end of the stick in media. While Ichiya's advances get rebutted with a swift kick that sends him flying (as they should), juvia's advances are more or less allowed even with Gray's clear discomfort. And no one seems to care that Gray is being harassed. With Ichiya, it's clear we're meant to find him disgusting and a pig through even just his character design, with his very short body (which is usually found to be an unattractive character trait in men in society) and an ugly face. With juvia though, she's designed to be traditionally attractive, with the usual huge breasts and curvy yet slim figure, as well as a "cutesy" face. We're supposed to find her pretty, and therefore "she should be allowed to do all these nasty things to Gray because her pretty privilege turns all her nonconsensual harassments into being cute and acceptable."

News flash, it doesn't matter what you look like, if you ignore consent, you're disgusting and ugly af on the inside.

Just because juvia is conventionally cute and a woman (because so many people don't think women can have the power to do these criminal acts to men), she's given a pass, and we're supposed to root for her.

That's the first reason Erza is encouraging juvia, because Mashima is banking on the fact that everyone who watches/reads FT finds juvia's actions to be acceptable through her pretty woman privilege, and therefore he just wanted a female friend of hers to help her and support her actions. A character in the story, especially an important one like Erza, showing they support juvia is sort of the same thing as Mashima himself showing he agrees that juvia and Gray should be endgame.

Another reason, this will be more speculative and story-based, could definitely be that Erza is just friggin' dense and doesn't realize the parallel between Ichiya and juvia, or that juvia's actions are damaging to Gray's well-being. We're shown throughout the show that she's dense when it comes to certain things, especially how to behave in social settings. This could just be an offshoot of that, that like juvia, she's socially stunted on this front and fails to realize that juvia's actions are exactly like Ichiya's because she's a cute girl.

She's also been shown to be sort of an older sister figure to Gray, and that comes along with her bossing him around. She's used to being obeyed by Gray and Natsu and in general because of her power and her intimidating aura, so it could really be that she's decided that she knows what's best for Gray, that Gray needs some love and romantic affection, and that juvia, since she is a ready resource that's completely willing to provide him that, is perfect for him. Maybe Erza respects juvia's "undying loyalty" -more like undying obsession- since the red-head has had to deal with loyalties and trust being broken before (think Tower of Heaven).

In the end, I think the true answer as to why Erza supports juvia is the usual one, oldy but a goody, that Mashima is just a sucky writer when it comes to all things gruviugh. I think the real Erza would never support let alone encourage juvia's unsolicited acts of fixating on and fetishizing Gray. I'd like to think she would be there for him like a truly good big sis would, and that she would spring to protect him from those who would do him wrong in a heartbeat.

That, unfortunately, is not the case, and yes, it's Mashima's fault for writing her so out of character, but unfortunately, it's how Erza canonically acts. I shake my head at this author yet again.

Closing Notes:

Thank you so much for your patience! I am back! :) Please do comment below if you have any thoughts as to why Erza supports this behavior despite her grievances with Ichiya, or if you have any thoughts at all!

[serenemy]

Creative Writing Prompt: dude you had shitty casual sex with over a year ago won’t stop sea lioning you on the internet about whether you think he is a racist

The reason I don’t have an opinion about whether you are racist is I simply don’t care to spare my attention on the matter. I know you are a sexist, a misogynist and a sex pest. Those are the things I cared about and those are the things I tried repeatedly to discuss with you in private

But since you have pestered me about this repeatedly I have now remembered the following examples:

You once told me you had mind blowing salacious “gossip” and it was apparently just that a white man in our group chat has a black wife? You also sent a half-dressed picture of her iirc. I remembered that on 10/23 after you had pestered me about this again either that day or the prior day for like the third or fourth time since the topic first arose on 8/4. 8/4! that is how long you’ve been bothering me with this asinine shit!

You once told me you “don’t like Jewish people” “because [you] grew up around a lot of them.” I remembered this last night after you again pestered me about it despite me having made clear multiple times and in multiple ways starting 9/1* that I want you to leave me the fuck alone. you have been harassing me for four months now

If you are wondering how I could have forgotten these things, that is simply how little space you have ever occupied in my mind

You know the agreement was we could say anything to each other in DMs and we both knew it wasn’t “real” unless we changed the arrangement ahead of time and both agreed. and neither of us ever did. neither of us ever asked to. when the girlfriend you claim i’m jealous about BROKE UP WITH YOU BECAUSE SHE IS IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE and you were despondent and talking again about the hopelessness of existence because the world hasn’t yet perceived what a big special boy your unmedicated brilliance makes you—i said if you wanted me to i would consider a real relationship, that i couldn’t be sure what my answer would be, but i would give it real consideration. i meant what i said but i was also trying to get you through to seeing a doctor, which you had been promising me you would

You know specifically that I wanted the arrangement we had because I have a problem leading people on and ghosting them. You know I explicitly addressed wanting to be able to say romantic, loving things to you but only if I knew for sure you DIDN’T really reciprocate. We put this shit in writing, we revisited it frequently, every line of that text still exists and you fucking know it

In any event my unreliability on these matters is why I —twice—used the line on you about the scorpion and the frog: “I am the scorpion and you are the frog and the story only ends one way, 100 times out of 100.” Here is the part where you find out

Before I begin though, let’s be clear. I tried repeatedly to let you drop this. I asked repeatedly for you to leave me alone. I had THREE people warn you I would do this if you continued to bother me. Beyond them I told our closest mutual at least twice I didn’t want anymore to do with you. I told our second closest mutual months ago you had made me uncomfortable, I didn’t want to encourage your participation in our groups and i was concerned about your mental health. I specifically stayed in the one chat you left and when i didn’t follow you over to the new ones YOU CAME BACK

so let’s do it

First, you’re not good in bed. That was the first lie you told and it was explicitly the only reason I agreed to flirt in the first place. I have never experienced sex so shitty in my entire existence. To be clear, I’m not accusing you of thinking you’re good in bed and being wrong. I’m accusing you of lying.** I don’t think that because the sex was shitty. I think it because of the stories you later told me about other women

Second, you have at least three physical variances that add up to a pretty serious sexuality complication you withheld from me and didn’t acknowledge you even knew about until like part way through the vacation. That whole time I was thinking you maybe seriously didn’t even know and that was part of why it all became so complicated for me to handle in the moment. It’s super unethical not to divulge that stuff ahead of time to your lovers

In contrast, I told you ahead of time my pictures were catfishy, described my actual size and shape, explained I hadn’t had sex since before having a baby more than fifteen years ago, detailed years of serious health problems and admitted I wasn’t sure what all might go wrong when I tried sex again

In fact having sex with you the first time is how I learned I now apparently leak pee during sex. (Or I did then anyway; I’m supposed to be doing the exercises.) I didn’t want to have to explain to you right there in the moment in the hotel room and thought I would wait until after we were back in DMs and it could be funny

Which brings me to the third problem. That experience—combined with your failure to explain your situation to me—is why I tried repeatedly to shut down the sex for the entire rest of the time you were there. The agreement in advance had been no expectations of sex unless we both still felt like it and if not we would have fun together as friends.

That was another lie though because you continued being a sex pest and a sex boundary pusher until it was honestly easier to just try to get you off so we could go back to watching movies

Fourth, what you are doing online now is also weird, creepy and stalker-ish. I don't want to interact with you. I've made that clear. I’ve been making it clear for four months now. I've made it clear directly to you and I've made it clear through intermediaries. I have consistently resisted and tried to ignore all of your attempts to get me to interact. Yet still you will not stop

That is exactly how you were about sex

Fifth, it's transparently obvious you invented the stupid racism thing to derail me from being able to talk about these other things without seeming like a confused hyper-woke shrew. For the record, I almost never think someone is “a racist.” Usually what I think is that they are (often without awareness) perpetuating systemic racism they don’t even know is there. And when I think someone is doing that—or in the limited cases i have concluded they are “a racist”—usually because they identify that way—I just say so, directly

Like when I don’t want to have sex anymore

To be clear, I don’t think anything you did was a crime. I went along because at the time I felt bad for you—and was myself touch-starved—not because I felt threatened, scared or unequipped to enforce boundaries. I just think you’re an unethical, disgusting person and I don’t care about you and don’t find questions about your character interesting or worth mental bandwidth

Anyway, you wanted to know if I think you’re racist. These are the only thoughts I will ever have on the subject

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p.s. you are literally (literally literally) the disappointing male mundane in this story i wrote in MAY whose spells fucking failed for possessing not one drop of magic of your own

*yes i sent two non-interactive messages after that date. they were both in their own way related to concerns i had about your mental health. i felt ethically bound to send them for reasons i’ll divulge publicly if that’s what you want. i simultaneously made clear through our closest mutual that i did not want to resume any relationship with you. i told our second closest mutual you had made me uncomfortable, i therefore wouldn’t encourage your participation in our circles, but that i was worried about your mental health. and, again, they were non-interactive, non-public, non-adversarial, and drafted with your mental health in mind. thereafter you resumed the bullshit. at that point i had mutuals/moderators intervene and tell you to desist contact and interaction of any form. and when they did i showed them the language i had used on 9/1 and said “that’s what i want” but i added more to broaden it. i also mentioned at that time one of these messages, the one that doesn’t reveal any personal information about you but consisted of me apologizing that i hadn’t understood sooner that by “calling out” you meant you didn’t like being disagreed with at all in front of others. except you fucking asked me to engage substantively with your “i’m so edgy i’m an authoritarian socialist” bullshit and complained bitterly and repeatedly that no one else did. and like i literally don’t even think it’s true anymore that you dislike public disagreements because you’ve feasted on calling me out and disagreeing with me. so now i’m back to being confused and thinking it’s part of your entire bizarre shtick

** i used to be 50-50% on this. but i’ve been ruminating and i keep remembering more stories you told me about other women. you at least have no good faith basis to believe this. no woman has ever told you this, for sure. you don’t give them an opportunity for feedback and maybe that’s another reason to suspect you do know. anyway this isn’t a court of law but i’m more like 85%-15% now

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for “overstepping my boundaries” by defending my uncomfortable friend against their slightly invasive sibling?

so i’m (AFAB but enby) friends with these twins, M and L (both are M). we have a lot of mutual friends in our group but i’m closer with M than i am with L b/c i had classes with him last year.

a few months ago L started theorizing that i liked M based off of some one-off jokes i made and spread that rumor throughout our friend group. i was mostly fine with it and thought it was funny (mainly b/c i’m not really into dudes and M likes someone else) but i know it took a big toll on M b/c L and my other friends were pestering him about it. they were being weirdly speculative and got really invested, especially L, for some reason i’m not entirely sure of.

eventually we told everyone that we didn’t like each other and i thought it ended there. M now has a crush on someone else whom i’m also friends with but isn’t being overt about it, mainly b/c that’s just how M is. but L and my other friends have jumped on the bandwagon again and have been pestering him about it, saying stuff like “you’re being so obvious” and “everyone can tell you like her” (the same shit they said about me and him, which wasn’t even real)

i know that it’s been making M uncomfortable recently. when M, L and I were sitting on the bus together, L started talking about it. i was having kind of a dull morning so i was a bit snappy, but i got fed up with L talking about it. we have a lot of things in common so idk why L decided to use that “drama” to start a conversation, but i got upset with L and told them to stop getting in the way of M and his crush, and that M wasn’t being really obvious and to stop bothering him about it.

L mostly dropped it after that, but M told me later that L thought I overstepped a boundary by telling him to stop and that it wasn’t really my place to say something. i know sometimes siblings like to poke fun at each other but i also knew that M wasn’t finding it funny. is there some kind of sibling code that i’m just not understanding?

What are these acronyms?

[children-of-trifarian]

Quick Rules and Mun info for Mobile

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[kholekaenablingot-student1]

Reflecting on the Journey of the Community Block

The uncertainty about the future, self, self-doubt, seeking approval, and all the provoking questions kept on pestering her every morning of the block. Am I going to be a good OT? Am I going to pass the block? What do I know about the community I am placed in? How can I improve my sessions?

On the second week of the block on her way she saw a familiar place and quickly asked to jump off and before she exited the lady next to her said, “You’re 2 blocks away from community service training don’t forget the learnings you’ve got so far”. I know the journey has been mostly crooked, be mindful about it and reflect on your proudest moments. She quickly thought to herself, “was I speaking so loud that she heard me”, you’re wondering the same thing right?

To clear confusion, I am “she “and coincidentally the “lady” is “herself” during the checking-in on a random Wednesday, reflecting on the proudest moments in the block then dwelling on the struggles and the familiar place is dropping out, yes it had crossed my mind severally to drop out because things were not easy on my side, the personal burdens overweighed the professional aspects but in the midst of it all the quote by Dave Willis- Growth is often uncomfortable, messy and full of feelings you weren’t expecting. But it’s necessary”, kept me going and through it all in this amazing community block I learnt a lot about being aware of the community morals and considering what is important for the community & when treating the individuals, always consider the client’s context and provide holistic intervention.

I am willing to take good work ethics such as accepting challenges as it is difficult to get ahead without accepting new challenges as they also helped me grow and served as a learning opportunity to increase awareness of my capabilities, weaknesses and how I can improve my skills in becoming a good occupational therapist in the future, being mindful that we grow when we face challenges and I want to break the normality of dropping the course when you’re struggling this can be done through Adaptability and accountability. To answer myself I certainly believe that I am going to be a good OT, how? Adaptability crossed my mind.

Adaptability is one of the things I learnt in this block which I think it is something I was not good at, as we are bound to adapt ourselves to our clients surrounding, especially working with a community that has social or cultural principles different from your community or lifestyle you’re not accustomed to. I had to learn to adjust to this community and make sure that sometimes I am flexible and ready to adjust in different situations and conditions of clients, adapting the sessions and thinking at the top of the heard for activities for any clients that is assigned to you should it be psych, physical or peads but make sure you offer treatment that you as a therapist will be happy to receive. (Rappolt, Mitra & Murphy, 2000). At Cato manor my lens of learning have been broadened by being exposed to different diagnosis which challenged me to learn, research more about different diagnosis that I have never seen In the past years, like going to the creche was my first experience and at first I was anxious about groups as I was ensure of my handling skills but through it all this opportunity shaped me to be more firm, allow children to free play but also making sure that there is always a take home information at the end of the session to also help them in class so they do not feel different from peers.

Taking accountability is what I am willing to carry to community services, be willing to take responsibility , to foster self-discipline to do required tasks( Landa-Gonzalez, Velis & Greg, 2015) and going beyond what is expected from me, this includes communicating with teammates/supervisor letting them know if I am having difficulties and needed help, that was me realizing my weakness and how can I improve it. Not so proudest moment, the day I had to assess ROM, I panicked and the only escape was asking for help from my supervisor, it helped me refresh my mind and I had to go through previous years resources and asked my teammates for help and through accountability I made sure to always revise my work to not repeat the same mistake to improve health and wellbeing of our clients.

This will help me in my community services as there will be conditions in which I should adapt too and working in a new environment with different people and transitioning from being a student to doing community service in terms of the responsibilities, expectation, problem solving in the workplace (Cromwell & Kielhofner,1976). While accountability will allow me to improve my performance in terms of engaging with the community and improve the ability to organize my work. I am willing to apply being accountable in my community service and as an occupational therapist to ensure the needs of the community/ clients are met, allow for improved health care as accepting my mistake and willing to improve thus enhancing great intervention provided to the clients.

In community service I am willing to use the knowledge I have learnt, allow myself to grow even more by creating learning opportunities, be mindful of the challenges that will develop the sense of personal growth and increase my competency in this journey of being an occupational therapist. Practice client centered approach as greater occupational performance comes from client centeredness (Rodriguez et al,2022) allowing clients to realize their limitations to easily adapt and to improve quality of life, dealing with the social determinants of health working collaboratively with MDT, community organizations will help transform community.

Overall, this block helped me develop a greater awareness of societal problems and will assist in treating individuals holistically during community service. It’s been a very challenging but a learning experience. Each day during the reflection she kept on having reflecting on the best she currently, not forgetting how to use the learnings through the block from the peers and supervisors to be the best I can be as this will help with not only transforming the community but also self as the journey continues with greater achievements awaiting her at the end of block.

She has perceived jumping off at the correct destination which is “end of block” and something to ponder on she started this amazing journey 3 years ago, grateful of the learnings, people who had her back when she fell throughout and not letting struggles for 4 weeks be the final highlight of her journey as there were proudest moments in the community block, vividly seeing the client appreciative for engaging caregiver on sessions as they normally don’t help her with exercises, oedema management, HEP came in hand, right? Hold on to that thought while I reset and appreciate the community block for transforming the therapist in me that keeps on seeking approval and doubtful of self.

Word count 1199 excluding references.

References

1. Cromwell, F. S., & Kielhofner, G. W. (1976). An educational strategy for occupational therapy community service. The American Journal of Occupational Therapy: Official Publication of the American Occupational Therapy Association, 30(10), 629-633.

2. Landa-Gonzalez, B., Velis, E., & Greg, K. (2015). Learning styles as predictors of fieldwork performance and learning adaptability of graduate nontraditional occupational therapy students. Journal of Allied Health, 44(3), 145-151

3. Rappolt, S., Mitra, A. L., & Murphy, E. (2002). Professional accountability in restructured contexts of occupational therapy practice. Canadian Journal of Occupational Therapy, 69(5), 293-302.

[protoindoeuropean]

publishing an article in a scientific publication? it’s more likely than you think.jpg*

[queensusanthemagnificent]

It’s Gushing About Cinderella 1997 Time Again

Okay, so instead of color theory, today, I’m looking at Cinderella’s journey with trust, the Prince’s inability to recognize her at the ball, and how that aspect of the original fairytale got utilized to further along the theme of learning to trust people to love you for who you are.

Part 1: The Prince Meets Cinderella

When the prince meets Cinderella just after The Sweetest Things, there is no magic involved at all, and he’s IMMEDIATELY smitten with her. Just thinks she’s the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen and makes no bones about trying to figure out how to ask her out even after she’s excused herself to go about her day. Cinderella is visibly uncomfortable with the attention, but doesn’t completely turn him away. We know from The Sweetest Things that she WANTS love, that she yearns for it even, but the moment someone turns around and gives it to her, she doesn’t seem to know what to do with it anymore. She’s mostly confused by the prince’s behavior, but ultimately gains enough confidence and chutzpah to call him out on continuing to pester her even when she’s made it fairly clear she’s not interested by asking him if he even knows how to treat a woman.

And of course has her iconic line:

He sticks his foot in his mouth right after by saying she’s “not like most girls” which I will somewhat excuse as we know the prince has grown up massively sheltered and has likely not spoken to many women outside of the trappings of nobility who are all attempting to gain his or his parents’ favor, particularly as a suitor (we also know from a later scene that his mother has been attempting to set him up for a while and this is likely how he has met most women he’s ever interacted with).

Cinderella chooses to be forgiving and admits that she’s led a fairly sheltered life, thus how she’s gained her opinions I suppose, and the prince admits the same and they really seem to connect TOGETHER for the first time before the stepmother interrupts. Despite her choice to try to walk away from the prince when he initially showed interest in her, Cinderella risks her stepmother’s impatience and irritation by turning back one last time to watch the prince leave. She WANTS love, she WANTS to trust that someone could be interested in her like this, but she doesn’t completely trust it to happen or to last.

Part 2: The Prince sees Cinderella at the Ball

The next time the prince sees Cinderella is at the ball. He’s just spent the last several hours making nice with a bunch of women he doesn’t know and isn’t interested in so he can appease his mother. Presumably, he could probably expect the girl he met in the marketplace a few days ago might make an appearance given that the invite went out to all the girls in the kingdom, but he never mentions it. While it was clearly a nice connection to make in the moment, he seems to mostly chalk it up to a successful trip to the village, made nicer by a pretty girl and doesn’t think much about it afterwards, esp since the problem of the ball comes up immediately and his attention gets derailed.

In other words, the prince is not thinking about Cinderella anymore. Not maliciously, but he’s got other things on his mind, so when she shows up and he doesn’t recognize her despite having flirted with her only a few days ago, it’s somewhat understandable. Plus, she’s all made up with a completely different hairstyle and a nice dress and they have only met ONCE, for a few minutes total, several days ago.

But, that being said, while he doesn’t recognize her, he IS once again immediately smitten with her, and he does have that sense of familiarity, he just can’t place where. The problem then comes when he starts to try to guess how he knows her.

His guesses are all related to Cinderella being rich and/or nobility like him rather than considering that commoner girl he flirted with in the marketplace only a few days ago. Cinderella reacts fairly kindly to those guesses, telling him that she can’t swim, so she wouldn’t have been at the lake that summer, or that she’s never been to the mountains where his lodge is. But these assumptions eventually feed into Cinderella’s feelings of inadequacy and her fears that he won’t care for her when he finds out who she really is despite his initial reaction to her in the marketplace.

She starts to get flustered again when he calls her beautiful and her attention is drawn to how everyone around her is looking at them, but is effectively distracted by the Prince beginning to sing and only becomes flustered again once the King and Queen decide to insert themselves into the situation and get to know her and the reality of what seems to be happening hits her. She just intended to go to a fun party and dance a little, but now she’s gotten the attention of the Prince and it’s coming back to her that the point of the ball was for the Prince to find a WIFE. But she can tell, both from the Prince’s earlier comments and the ones made by the King and Queen asking who she is and who her family is, that they’re assuming things about her status that aren’t true.

Cinderella wants to keep living in a fantasy, though, where a Prince could love someone like her, so every time her reality comes into the conversation, she tries to move the conversation away. She wants to live in the bubble of romance the Prince is creating for her rather than talking about her family or what he wants in a wife.

And it works, right up until the clock strikes midnight and that reality crashes down on her like an avalanche.

Despite everything they’ve talked about that night, about how he knows she’s The One despite just having met her, about what he wants in a wife and how she seems to fit that description, about their feelings, Cinderella does not trust that he’s going to like her once he finds out who she is. Because despite how much time they’ve spent with each other (which, according to clock, is about 45 minutes now), he hasn’t recognized her as the girl from the marketplace ONCE.

Cinderella herself never mentions whether she recognizes the Prince from the marketplace or not, but we can fairly safely assume that she does. That moment meant a LOT to her, it was likely the first friendliness she had been shown in a while, especially by a stranger, and it hit her like a ton of bricks. It showed her that someone COULD be interested in her for who she is, could grow to love her.

And of course, meeting the Prince’s family at the ball gives her a sense of what it would be like to be part of HIS family, a family that already does seem to like her well enough and clearly care about their son. It’s everything she’s ever dreamed of having, but they all believe her to be something she isn’t, and she can’t trust that they’d treat her the same if they knew. So instead of risking it all for love, for that dream, she runs again. She’d rather leave it one really good night and a lifelong what-if than get rejected one more time.

Cinderella runs home, back to what she knows, back to what’s comfortable. In the “Do I Want You” reprise, Cinderella appears wistful, but resigned. The Prince, on the other hand, seems almost more confident and determined. He’s smiling at the empty courtyard, even before he sees the shoe left behind. Cinderella is prepared to let everything go, but the Prince no longer is. She told him at the ball is that the problem with most people is that they only dream about things without ever doing anything about it.

So he does. He commits himself to finding her, even WITHOUT the shoe, he’s committed to finding her.

Part 3: The Prince Finds Cinderella

Obviously, the fact that the Prince has the need to go out and have everyone try on the shoe means he still has no idea who Cinderella is. He never asks her name at the ball, so he hasn’t connected her to the girl from the marketplace who DID tell him her name. He can’t just go into the village and ask for “Cinderella” yet. But the fact that he goes INTO the village at all means he has recognized that this girl could be literally anyone, commoner or nobility, and it doesn’t matter to him which it is. He’s making no assumptions about her identity anymore.

And then he sees her. In an obvious throwback to their first meeting, he finds her having just dropped all of her belongings in front of a carriage because it moved in front of her a little quickly.

Backing up, though. Cinderella’s gone through an entire journey during this time period. She left the Prince behind at the ball, ready to leave that dream behind as “impossible.” And gives it one last go with the family she was left with, trying to connect with them, be a part of it. And it fails. Again.

But it gives her the strength to realize that this was never going to work. And while she doesn’t believe she can be what a Prince wants, she DOES believe she deserves to be loved and deserves better than what her stepmother is dishing out.

So, the next day, while the Prince is out with a glass slipper, going through every eligible girl in the kingdom trying to find her, Cinderella is preparing to leave her childhood home and set out on her own. Even when she ostensibly DOES hear the Prince in the house, trying on the slipper with her family, she chooses not to make herself known to him, and walks away.

But not quite fast enough and the Prince sees her.

She is once again dressed as a commoner with no magic involved, and this time, the Prince immediately recognizes her both as the woman from the marketplace AND the woman from the ball. From behind. By referencing their first meeting where he initially made his interest known, he indicates that he still likes her despite now knowing her background, and perhaps even BECAUSE he now knows her background as the first woman he ever met who truly understood how he felt and treated him like a person, with kindness and respect, rather than like a Prince.

Cinderella has a choice here. He recognizes her, yes, but she doesn’t have to play along. She doesn’t have to turn around and admit to anything, she COULD, presumably, choose to keep running. But the fact that he RECOGNIZES her, finally, and still wants her, gives her just enough courage to turn around and trust him and confirm her identity, both as the girl in the marketplace and the girl who fits the slipper.

And it pays off. Trusting someone to love you as you are, having the courage to actually go after your dream, to let it come true, pays off.

Have I mentioned how much I love this movie recently? Because this is PEAK Cinderella, and I love this movie.

[b0ba-chan]

Girls in Skirts

summary: suna was just quiet and a little weird pt. 2 pt. 3

pairing: Suna Rintarou x fem!Reader

word count: 1400

warnings: creepy!suna, panty stealing/sniffing, nonconsensual up skirt pics, male masterbation, dark, breeding kink

a/n: i’d like to thank @miyangel​ for opening my brain to creepy suna, if this is not your thing do not read it, i put warnings for a reason, send hate and i’ll just ignore it

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“Who’s at the door?” you come downstairs to see your mother in the kitchen, preparing tea. “Ah, it’s my coworker, can you get the door? Also, can you make friends try and make friends with her son? He’s kinda quiet and shy.” 

Of course you agree, you weren’t going to be rude to guests. You run to the door and open it for the two standing behind it. Your eyes first meet a lady, about the same age at your mother and then looking up to see a taller, lankier figure behind her. He was tall and had beautiful, fox-like eyes that never left his game console. You’d be lying if he wasn’t handsome, definitely your type which made you blush, because you know your mom was setting this all up.

“Hello, welcome! I’m (Y/N), please come in,” as you move out of the way for them to enter, you couldn’t help to notice the slight blush on his face when he glanced at you. His mother is cooing at you at how beautiful you are and how much you look like your mother, to which you accept the compliment as you walk them to the living room where your mother sets up tea.

The two older women greet each other and they brush both you and the boy away to hang out. You blush a little and smile up at him. “Shall we go to my room, then?”

Suna couldn’t help feeling a little nervous. Being in a room alone with a girl, a pretty one especially? He tries to shake off his nerves, pausing the game to follow you to your room. You continue to ask him basic questions like his name and what school he goes to. Supposedly he goes to Inarizaki as a third year, same year as you but you’re in the neighboring school. 

When you two get to the bedroom, you can’t help to feel a little embarrassed around him. He’s just so tall and gives off such a bored vibe, that you feel like you’re bothering him, but maybe he was just shy. Suna is just leaning on the wall, eyes still on the psp - every once in a while he glances up back at you when you aren’t looking. He takes in your thighs and how the skirt flatters your shape, do you have anything underneath? He feels the crotch of his pants strain slightly, so he slides down the wall to sit on the ground.

“Do you want to sit on the bed, Rintarou-kun?” you tilt your head, looking at him on the ground. Wasn’t he uncomfortable sitting there? Your thoughts were shut down when he gave you a curt no and continued to play on his game. Brushing off your anxiety, you go to sit next him to look over at what he was playing. His body tensed up as your scent wafted over him, glancing down at you and your curious eyes boring at the screen.

“What are you playing? Is it fun?” Pestering him with questions to get him to talk, but he barely budges as he only gives you ever more shorter answers than the last. It wasn’t that he was annoyed that you were asking him questions, he’s just trying to hide his fluster since you’re just so close to him. Are you always this touchy with strangers? God you smell so good, it’s already hard enough to be in your room. What would happen if he just pushed your head down to his crotch?

His thoughts were cut off when you got off of the floor, leaving him confused to why you’re getting up. You just didn’t want to bother him anymore, so you go to your bed, rolling on your stomach to scroll through your phone. The silence was comfortable to you, the only noise happens to be from your phone and Suna’s console. But to Suna, the silence was deafening, as he had a clear view of the small silk fabric that barrel covered your ass. Not wanting you to catch him looking, he keeps his console on so you think he’s still busy with his game. 

He takes out his phone, making sure his shutter is off, and continues to take pictures of your cute little panties. Suna’s mind wandered to the thought of you under him with only those pairs on, presenting your beautiful body for only him. What would you do if he climbed on top of the bed, pinning you down as he had his way with you. Would you push him off or would you let him continue? There was no doubt you were attracted to him, he saw you blush earlier so you must’ve thought of him being attractive in some way. Would you flip your skirt up and present your cute cunt for him to breed you, taking him load after load, no matter how sensitive you get. You’d have to keep quiet though, wouldn’t want to alarm your mothers, would you? Suna knows his strength, being in the volleyball club for all three years of high school as well as his height giving him an advantage to dominate you. You would be so cute telling him to stop and slow down on your poor, cum-filled cunt, but you’d take it like a good girl. He could tell that you’re a people pleaser just by looking at you.

Before he could keep imagining, you shifting around startled him. His pants strain around his crotch even tighter and his cheeks tinted in a slight pink. 

“Restroom? Where is it?” Suna asks, shocking you out of your trance on your phone. You turn back to look back at him, smiling at him. “Down the hall, on the right, next to my room.”

He excuses himself, stuffing his phone and psp into his pockets as he makes his way to the bathroom. Shutting the door, he sighs at the relief of privacy and looks around the bathroom. This must be your bathroom. Your skin care products were strayed on the sink counter, shower and tub had floral shampoo which he assumed was the reason why you smelled so good. Besides the tub, against the wall was your hamper full of your worn clothes. He goes to open it and his eyes shine at the sight of a few used panties scattered around. He grabs a few and stuffs them in his pocket, keeping hold of the pink lacey ones and takes a hesitant sniff. If his cock could get any harder, it just did. Suna pulls his pants down to jerk off over the toilet as he sniffs your cute little lace. 

He thinks back to what he would’ve done to you earlier in the bedroom, thinking about you calling out his name so he could fill you up. You’d be such a good girl for him, let him use your cunt to breed and fill you up. His orgasm built up so fast at the thought of you, almost falling off the edge and muffling his moans into your panties.

“Rintarou-kun?” You call for his name right when streaks of white cum shoot into the toilet. He grunts and hides the moan, panting softling. “Y-yeah, I’ll be out soon.”

After cleaning up and making sure the panties are stuffed safely in his pocket, he opens the door to see your sweet, smiling face staring back at him. You definitely notice the blush, but you assume he was just shy around you. “Your mother was calling for you to go, do you want to exchange numbers or something?” A flush cover both of you as you ask the question. He nods and exchanges phones for you to type each other's number. 

After that, you two never really talk or text, only every once in a while. When the Spring High Tournament comes around, Suna hears his name being called by a familiar voice. He turns to see you, running to him and waving, wearing Karasuno gear and the skirt you wore the last time you saw him. 

“(Y-Y/N)?” Suna blushes, he definitely didn’t forget you after that one faithful day. His heart was racing and guilt rushed through his body, “What are you doing here? I don’t remember you going to Karasuno?”

“Y-yeah, uhh I’m cousins with the captain, had to come and support. Congratulations by the way!” Your giggle causes him to become speechless which made the twins snicker behind him.