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maplesyrupsainz · 5 months

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pairing: logan sargeant x piastri!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, break up, brother's best friend/childhood friends to lovers

warnings: trigger warning many max verstappen mentions unfortunately /j

summary: in which they are pulled together following a particularly messy crash during the last race of the season and an even messier break up

a/n: i got this plot as a request and i love it ahhh i linked the request below!!! hope u guys enjoy i lowkey luv writing logan fanfic especially when max loses something 😆

request!!!: max is getting too cocky and dangerous on the track and he knows you disagree with his antics which causes tension between you, he continues his dangerous streak even though he’s just had the pit lane rules changed for abu dhabi and ends up crashing into logan during fp2, you’ve had enough of max putting himself and others in danger whilst he’s on an ego trip and rush to check on logan after he’s been taken safely from his car and end up going to the hospital with him (you’re childhood friends because he did karting and f3 with your brother), you leave max that night and end up spending more time with logan as he recovers, the summer is spent exploring your new relationship and you go public when you’re spotted in his paddock in 2024, max is humiliated beaten by the worst driver on the grid in his opinion, he’s finally humbled, you could also maybe have logan doing better as he’s had an opportunity to be involved with the cars development, and he even gets a couple podiums in his sophomore year :)

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husbandhoshi · 2 months

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TO GROW LOVE (AND EAT IT TO THE CORE)

pairing: mingyu x gn!reader wc: 8.1k summary: your whole life, you've only wanted one thing. then you meet mingyu. suddenly you want too much, and you wish the summer never ended. notes: farmer!au, established relationship, angst/hurt/a little comfort

this is a birthday fic for my one and only cat @wuahae ! yes this is about half a year late but what can i say. all good things come with time. thank you for being so kind, funny, and thoughtful (and patient)! not a day goes by where i’m not thankful for our friendship :)

and a million thanks to hana @wqnwoos and jackie @97-liners for helping me with edits. literally you guys are insane writers and i will never stop looking up to you.

i. strawberries (the summer we were young)

When a strawberry is ripe, the seeds push out from the heart of the fruit, as if it's bursting from the inside out.

This is one of the few and only things you've learned by living in Seogwipo, where strawberry season comes like a supernova. The May sun, full and heavy, peels into summer, and the roadside farms open their doors, trying to catch stray vacationers from Jeju City on the other side of the island.

That being said, there are approximately two things to do here. One of them is farm. The other is pretend like you have a life, which is your childhood friend Yizhuo's favorite thing to do when she's back from university on summer break.

Today, this involved convincing her ritzy, too-good Seoul friends that they're missing out on this side of Jeju. (Missing out on what? You're not sure. Perhaps the chipped paint of the mural walls, or the endless flat-topped stretches of seagrass. Yizhuo isn't fooling anyone, but you've always liked stretching your legs out in the bed of her pick-up, even on the long drive to nowhere.)

Unsurprisingly, her friends quickly came to the same conclusion. Just one look at your local strawberry patch, with none of the glamour of the bloated tourist traps in the city, and they decided they'd rather spend the afternoon at the beach.

It was then, between the fragaria blooms, when you met Mingyu. He asked for your name, and the rest was history. Yizhuo and co. scattered like the grasping hands of an overripe dandelion and you learned that he was, one, the newly-graduated son of a pair of local farmers, and two, very, very attractive. Almost too much so, especially for a place like this.

Now he holds up a berry, a bright red murder between his fingers, and tells you to try it.

"You must be delusional if you think i'm taking food from a stranger," you laugh, perched on the fence bordering the field. It sprawls before you, melon stripes on the sunbaked ground.

"No, my name is Mingyu," he replies. "No idea who delusional is." His smile, all bright lip and snaggletooth, tears into the scarlet belly of a newly picked strawberry.

"We all know what happened to Persephone."

"Well, if the underworld was a strawberry patch, I wouldn't mind being stuck there for all of eternity."

"What're you picking all these for, anyway?" you ask, watching Mingyu struggle with his too-big straw hat between the vines. His woven basket bleeds over with little berries.

"Jam. I make it on the very first day of every summer."

"Why?"

"You ask a lot of questions for someone who trespassed on my farm. You're cute, but I won't let you off easy."

He laughs at how you balk, clearly red-handed. You're not sure how to tell him you don't think you were supposed to be here either. You don't do things like sit in the back of trucks, trespass, or talk to pretty farmer boys who take a fancy to you, but it's the summer before you graduate and you're not even sure how long you'll have to continue making bad decisions.

"Are you gonna take my first-born now?" you joke instead. The daylight runs down the rim of Mingyu's hat, trickles down his brow, and you wish you could pour the image of him into a jar and keep it forever.

"No, but I will invite you in for some fresh jam on toast. I baked a loaf this morning." and when you say nothing, he continues. "The strawberries are only good once a year. It's the best you'll ever have. Promise."

It's a whine and a half, and somehow you convince yourself this will be the last bad decision you'll make. You've been here long enough to know that good things don't come twice in Seogwipo, and he is unlikely to be an exception.

Yizhuo blows up your phone, you tie the gingham apron around Mingyu's tiny waist, and the basket turns to blood in the saucepan.

Mingyu is right. Love comes to you in that kitchen, high and red like the sun, and the jam never tastes as good as it does that summer.

ii. watermelon (hollowed out, like a magic trick)

"A good watermelon sounds like a heartbeat."

You watch Mingyu heave the fruit, small and striped, out of his grocery bag. It joins the array of egg sandwiches and banana milks you picked up from the store together earlier. (There should have been chocolate Pepero too, but you split the box on the walk).

You're on a picnic, sprawled out on the outcropping overlooking the water. The path up is basically right behind your house, but you had never cared to visit. It had always been the local makeout spot, a schlocky teen crawl for those with nothing better to do, and yet, with Mingyu stretched out beside you, it seems newer. More exciting.

You're still just friends, or at least that's what you told Yizhuo. But ever since you sat on Mingyu's kitchen counter and ate from his jam-covered spatula, you don't think you've gone a week without seeing him. It's been almost two months, which seems so long and yet not long enough—he makes it easy to be greedy.

"See?" He thumps the watermelon with the heel of his palm. "Try it."

You already went through this entire charade at the grocery store, right in front of all the local aunties, but you indulge him. There's little point to triple checking if it's still ripe, but you think he just likes hitting it.

"It sounds good," you say. "But how are we even gonna eat it? We don't have a knife."

"Watch this." Mingyu procures a coin from his pocket. "You didn't learn this in elementary school? I feel like everyone was doing it."

"Here?" you ask, incredulous.

"Yeah, here. I grew up here too, you know."

He holds the edge of the coin to the skin and slams his palm into it once more, so that it lodges itself into the rind, and begins dragging it around the fruit. You start to wonder if he bought the watermelon just to show you a party trick—not that you mind, though. The strain of his biceps peeks through his rolled up white tee, and you remember why he was able to stop you with just one look back when you first met.

"No way." The watermelon is so ripe, it bleeds around the incision. "I feel like I know everyone here. And I definitely would have remembered you."

"I was probably, like, two grades above you," he replies. "And my parents shipped me off to live with my cousins after elementary school. They said I should get out of Seogwipo and experience the real world."

"Good call. There's nothing here." You watch Mingyu spin the melon over to cut through the other side. The coin catches the sunlight, and it looks like gold. "I wish I left for university. The one here is so small."

"Really?" He pauses to show you his handiwork. The two melon halves roll over on their backs, their cut edge cruel and jagged. "Cool, huh?"

"Impressive," you say. "Honestly. I really didn't think that would work."

"I didn't either when I first saw someone do it. But I’ll try anything once," he replies, ripping open the packaging of the plastic spoon from the bag. "I can't believe you don't like it here."

"You do?"

"Yeah. A lot." He shoves the spoon in his mouth, and you watch the watermelon juice pool around his lips. "I missed home. The trees and the tall grass and the ocean. All the fruits. Everything. I learned to ride a bike, right down there by the water."

"Hm." He passes you the spoon. You don't want to hog it, so you carve out a piece bigger than you need. "Are you gonna work at the farm?"

"Maybe. Haven't decided yet," he says. "I think I want to be here, though. Maybe do something with food, but I want to be home."

"That's funny, because I think I’ve always wanted to live a different life. Or at least one somewhere else."

"You want to go to law school, right?"

"Yeah." Mingyu is right. The watermelon is all sugar, and you would almost feel guilty for eating it if it wasn't technically good for you. "I’ve always wanted to be a lawyer. It's something about the people watching, I think."

"That’s really cool," Mingyu says, mouth full but no less sincere. It's then that you notice your shoulders are almost touching, and your heart crawls back up to your mouth. "You know what you want. I admire that."

He makes it sound like a compliment, but you're sure it's a curse.

You think of your parents. There's a permanent wrinkle ironed into their foreheads, the paper crease of expectations and high standards. It's not that they didn't care, but their kind of care was a humbled sort, made heavy by a hard life. It didn't help that your big sister Seohyun went straight from Yonsei to work a big tech job in San Francisco and never once looked back.

But you can't blame any of them—wanting has always been a hereditary failing. Sometimes Yizhuo will catch you frowning at nothing, and then you remember that life isn't a performance and every day ends at the same time no matter how hard you work. But you don't know how to tell her that the only thing you can do sometimes is want, because otherwise you wouldn't really have much at all.

It seems like the exact opposite of how Mingyu lives—everything about him seems to pass like the seasons. Maybe that's why you can't seem to get enough of each other.

"Thank you. Really." You dig the spoon into your half of the melon. There isn't much left. "You're way too nice to me."

"It’s not hard to be," he laughs. "Maybe you're just too hard on yourself."

You're losing track of the distance between the two of you. You can almost feel the heat playing off his skin.

"Maybe."

It's then, under the veil of summer, where you meet Mingyu's gaze and, finally, things seem close to simple.

All you know are his eyes, heavy with sun, and then the slow, slow move of his lips against yours. He tastes like August, long and sweet, and for once you know what it's like to not only want, but to have, and to have again.

The ocean sings on the horizon, and the watermelon bellies weep.

iii. adzuki beans (or, the blood of a headless taiyaki)

Mingyu eats taiyaki headfirst because he says it hurts less.

"That makes no sense," you tell him, your pinkies linked. You never really liked holding hands, but yours fits so perfectly in Mingyu's and there's some girlish, childlike shine to it when you watch his finger search for yours after just a moment separated.

"What do you mean."

He breaks your gaze to eye a red bean taiyaki, like an unwilling predator sizing up their prey. It's the lamest, most embarrassing iteration of National Geographic you've ever seen, and yet you cannot find any fiber within yourself not deeply in love with the lion.

Fall is a forgiving place for your relationship to settle. You're now a senior at university and he's started his gap year. Gap implies he's in the middle of something, but in true Mingyu fashion, he leaves it up to fate, or chance, or something not nearly as kind (whim).

"Taiyaki isn't alive. And why would you want to pretend it is? Eating gummy bears would become an extinction event."

"It kind of is." He holds out the tail end of the taiyaki, the pastry almost explicitly flayed open, in front of you to eat. "Why does the Haribo bear have a face? Why do the gummy bears live in a gummy forest?"

"Great, so now I can’t even enjoy gummy bears without feeling like a serial killer?"

You dig your pointer into his shoulders, broad from all the time he spends on the farm. To think that his hands, big and weathered, were made to pick berries (and now wrap around your pinky finger) is bruising, if not ridiculously funny.

"It's a crime of passion. Gummy passion. Prosecute that."

He kisses your cheek and your heart almost squeezes into two.

The terrible thing about being with Mingyu is how seemingly endless his affection is. Now he's feeding you in public and buying the two of you matching socks (cat and dog, to be exact), although you'll admit it's a little charming, even if the neighbors do gossip.

He's sweet, too sweet, and his kisses stick to the back of your throat.

But you can't be fooled. There's an unsaid violence to the way Mingyu loves. (The meticulous spiral of the peel he carves when you ask for him to cut you an apple. The grind, decisive and cruel, of a knife against a cutting board. A pair of canines against your neck, your jaw.)

Even now, he bites the head off another unwitting taiyaki before stuffing it back in the bag.

"We're still splitsing, right?" he says, with perhaps 1% of his mouth available for speaking and the other 99% murder machine.

Splits, he always says before you share food. You never had the heart to tell him that it's in the same family as mines or sharesies or takebacks—silly childhood relics, ones that no one uses anymore because they don't mean anything.

This time, you don't hear him because you're thinking about the law school fair you went to before Mingyu picked you up. The future is so close, it scares you. A year from now, what ground would you be standing on? Would it smell like this—the peat, the thread-spool fields, the balm of the ocean? Would you still have Mingyu's finger wrapped round yours?

"Have you decided if you're staying at the farm?" you ask.

"Not really." He uses the back of his hand to wipe off his chin. "If my sister decides to take over, I’m actually kinda thinking of going to pastry school instead of getting a masters."

Mingyu had been toying with the idea for some time after you had talked about it on the outlook. It started off as a joke (September; a galette), then a what if (October; green tea mochi), and now it sits at a kinda.

"Kinda?"

The word gathers speed in the pachinko machine of your mind. You never liked being a kinda person. For Mingyu, it seems like a luxury of a word, but for you, it's really just another thing to hide behind. Kinda talented, kinda ambitious, kinda just there. You're always one foot in, one foot out of something better.

"Yeah, kinda. Why?"

"I dunno. What if we both end up leaving?"

"Maybe. You still want to, right?"

You would be lying if you said you didn't—it's what you always wanted. Seogwipo has been a sun-rot, too-small crutch for you, but you would also be lying if you said you weren't terrified that you'd eventually come back, limping like some doomed Icarus, unable to truly make it in the real world.

Then you think of the pockmarked farmland beside your home, lacy with the fall harvest. Even now, you can trace the endless blue of the coastline all the way there, cut through all the maybes and just let the sound of the ocean fold you into sleep like you were a child again. You wonder if Seohyun, all the way on the other side of the world, ever misses it.

"I’m not sure," you say, because, as much as you don't like it, it's the only answer you have.

"It's ok. You'll figure it out. You always do." He squeezes your cheeks together between his thumb and index, laughing at how they pillow out underneath his fingers. "Screw pastry school. I could come with you. Who else would keep you fed?"

Mingyu's complete and unfounded belief in you makes you feel something close to betrayal. How could he say any of that? With what proof? Only someone like Mingyu would be able to hold the wrinkled fruit of your unremarkable life between his palms and see something better than that. Maybe it's because he grew up on a farm. Either that, or he already cares for you too much, too painfully.

Secrets are easy to keep when they look like yours. At least here, in the pit of your stomach, you can keep count, take attendance of them, all your tittering, small anxieties. Some days it feels like your ribs are pressing out, but it's better than cutting everything loose to spill out over what little you do have control over.

You can handle a little pressure. You have to.

What concerns you is the hand Mingyu's got across your chest. With one look, he just might gut you. A twist of the heart-knife, and all those carefully wound insides carved out in an instant—maybe he'd pity you, but worse than that, he'd likely be disappointed.

For you, expectation has always stood taller than shame, and the idea that he sees something past you makes you want to run away.

"I could be a house husband," he says as easily as ever. "You'll be off saving the world, arguing with whoever, and I'll be there to run you a bath afterwards."

"Let's not get too ahead of ourselves," you reply, binding up the strange, hollow feeling in your stomach with a laugh.

There's a scared little girl hiding inside you, and whether Mingyu sees her or not hurts the same. A spade is a spade. You can only pretend so long.

You look at the taiyaki floating in their wax paper bag, blinded and wrought open by the same grin that now peels you down, and you're not hungry anymore.

iv. winter pears (rotten, outside your parents' house)

Mingyu's family loves Christmas.

You think it's because of the pear trees they have in the front yard. They stand bravely before the house, all emerald ash and wisdom in the December freeze. Run your palms over the knobs and it's like you can see into a sleepy visage of simpler days past. (Below its heart, carved: 1982, the year the farm was bought. Along the tangle of the roots: gyu waz here, in an unsure, childish scrawl.)

Winter comes to the countryside crawling on its hands and knees. On days it doesn't snow, there's a mist, boggy and clingy. You've come to realize the cold is more of a threat than a promise, and so the pear trees still bear fruit; the silvery branches hang heavy, faithful.

The first day of December, Mingyu's parents had tasked the two of you with decorating the farmhouse, a duty you took very seriously. You wrapped Mingyu up in string lights and watched him blink in and out like your own personal firefly.

It wasn't until you watched the rafters, the barn doors, the joyous vault of the ceiling all glow, like a spectacular firework, that you finally started to understand why Mingyu was so into the holidays.

It was in the yellow blush of the string lights that you had your first pear from the tree, which Mingyu insisted was a holiday tradition. We make poached pears, he said, mid-bite. You simmer the pear in syrup until it gets so soft, you can cut into it with a fork. Just like butter.

That same night, he kissed you, mouth hot and trembling and tasting of honey, and pressed you against the bark so hard, you could feel the grit of its veins against your skin.

You think December became your favorite month, and pears your favorite fruit.

So much so, that for the entire month, you try to put away your worries about law school applications to celebrate with Mingyu and his family.

You learn his mom makes the best hot chocolate (a cinnamon stick and a dogged devotion to the whisk), and that Mingyu has no clue on God's green earth how to ice skate. (He careens right into your chest the first time. You spend the next hour with him attached to you like a backpack—he manages to find the most impractical ways to do anything, which you somehow admire the most). On Sundays, Yizhuo ditches her Seoul friends and instead accompanies you to the mall two towns over, where she watches you compare different ties and watches and collagen creams as you decide on gifts for his family. (Lilac is so last year, she'd say, stirring the straw of a watered-down milk tea.)

It's not until the weekend before Christmas when you realize just how serious things have gotten. Your feet understand the meander of the dirt path to the farmhouse, your bones the scent of the yellow-skinned apple, the faded wildflowers. Your palms crave the plush of the rug they have in front of the fireplace. Hell, you can't even eat soondubu without thinking of the kind Mingyu's dad makes, with extra anchovies and green onion.

You don't think about what this means. There are ten days left in December and love poured from a full cup never seems to run out.

"Please let me carry some of those," Mingyu wheedles. "Oh my god. I'm like the worst boyfriend in the world."

"No, you are not." you make your way up to his doorstep, taking care to one-two step over the stray roots of one of the pear trees. It's second nature to you by now. "The moment I hand you a box, you are gonna start trying to figure out what it is."

He harumphs and plucks the big one off the top anyway, the one he knows you can't reach. "I didn't even know you were getting us gifts. You didn't have to."

"It's the least I could do. Who shows up to a holiday dinner emptyhanded?" You stop at the front door. "And stop shaking it," you laugh, using the tip of your boot to nudge his shin.

"Okay. Okay," he says, saccharine, adoring, before grabbing the doorknob. "Ready? Are you nervous? You shouldn't be nervous, right? It's not fancy or anything, if you were worried about that."

And that's the thing that wedges itself between your ribs. Mingyu and his whole family are like this. They love and worry and love again; it presses deep into you, fills you, and overflows.

So here you are, standing in your nicest dress and balancing a stack of gifts you hope will amount to something, never enough but something, to repay the people who you feel have loved you more than you deserve. It's all you really have. You do your best, and yet you know when that door opens, it'll all be washed away in a high-tide flurry of hugs and laughter and the familiar press of Bobpul's wet nose against your leg. They're just those kinds of people—they would be just as happy if you didn't bring anything at all, and somehow that makes you feel even more guilty.

"No, no," you wave him off. "I’m fine. Excited."

When Mingyu opens the door, everything goes just as you expected. His sister takes your coat, your gifts are whisked away to the tree (Aji has already figured out which one is his), and his parents descend upon you in a choking swell of warmth and charity.

We baked some fresh bread for your parents (—Thank you so much, but you really shouldn't have.). You look so beautiful in that color (—No, no, you flatter me too much.). Mingyu better be taking good care of you (—He is. He really, really is.).

The kitchen is gauzy with cinnamon, anise. They must be making their famous poached pears, which Mingyu remarks on, just like clockwork.

Dinner passes the same way. It bubbles over with affection, and you feel swallowed by an impossible yearning. This—a full table and a hand to hold underneath it—did you deserve this? And could you keep it?

For an instant, you picture yourself, years later, at this same seat. Mingyu would be fussing over the rice cakes, his apron still gingham because it reminds him of the day you two met. His parents, grayer but no less happy, bickering over the shade of tinsel on the tree. And the dogs, coiled at your feet like they are now. The vision laps at your bones like you're a raft in a storm.

You're pulled back into the moment when Mingyu squeezes your hand, grounding and insistent. "Mom asked how school was going. I told her I think you're basically the smartest person I know, and I’m pretty sure you're getting into whatever law school you want."

Mingyu's parents laugh, and they cut through their pears.

"Oh, sorry," you say. "Um."

Clink. Knife meets flesh, meets porcelain. Your cheeks are hot. You wanted to talk about anything other than yourself tonight. Clink.

"The top programs are a reach, but it'd be nice." clink. "I just want to get in somewhere."

"They’re all so far away," Mingyu's mom remarks. "So grown up. Any school will be lucky to have you. You'll get into all of them."

Clink.

"Or maybe you can stay here." You watch the prongs of Mingyu's father's fork disappear into the pear. "Keep us old folk company."

"No, no, I think Mingyu should take notes and get off his lazy ass," his sister says, teasing. "Going back to the city will be good for him."

"So you can, what, burn down the kitchen again?" Mingyu grumbles, and the whole table seems to boil over with laughter.

"We’re kidding," his mom tells you. "No matter where you go, I’m sure you'll do great. We can even throw you a party at the end of the year. For graduating."

Clink. Clink.

There's a horrible uneasiness writhing around in your stomach. It's pear and syrup and clove and a blackness, an anxious, selfish one that sucks up all the generosity of the evening and turns it into shame.

Mingyu's mom is talking about throwing you a graduation party, something you didn't even think to do for yourself, and here you are, thinking about the shaking moment you open your rejection letters and the lonely path you'll draw on your way back home.

It's ok. They missed out, Mingyu would say, pouring you a consolation drink, and then it would be over. You'd go home and sit on your bed and the trifold piece of paper would go round and round your head like it was in a washing machine.

Your heart, an inventory of tasks and goals and tally marks. Things you've taken and things you've owed. It's a soft, boneless excuse. Be grateful. Give them that, at least.

Clink.

Dessert ends before you can tell his family not to get their hopes up. Mingyu's mom sends you off with your loaf of bread and a kiss on the cheek, and the moment is gone.

"Gyu," you call out on the steps in front of the house.

There are words at the seam of your lips. You want to tell him you're sorry for worrying so much. For making the whole dinner about you and then very possibly having nothing to show for it when it matters. For the heaviness in your chest. Your cowardice. But none of it comes out.

Instead you watch Mingyu pull at the leaves of a pear tree, watching the frost-filigree they get at the end of the season. He looks over his shoulder and smiles at you, as if he's on the hazy cover of a magazine. His eyes bend so wonderfully at the corners when he looks at you, and it breaks your heart.

"You had fun, right?" he asks. "My parents like you a lot, you know. I think they really do."

But that's the problem, you want to say. You all do, and I have no idea why.

Some of the pears are beginning to rot now. You watch one drop off the vine, and it caves to the pavement like it was made of nothing at all.

v. wild barley (grows like weeds)

In March, you play house.

Your parents leave on a two week trip to see relatives, and Mingyu takes it upon himself to make sure you survive.

It's a kind, blinding charade.

(7 am, breakfast. You usually don't even eat breakfast, but you wake up to doenjang and a smile, one that presses itself to yours until you're wearing it on the long walk to school.)

(4 pm, the stretch between lunch and dinner. You're muddling through another useless club meeting when Mingyu sends you a picture of him in your mom's apron, making kimchi. Kiss the chef, he texts you. You promise to, over and over and over.)

It's good until it isn't.

That isn't to say that it's Mingyu's fault. In fact, it's never really Mingyu's fault, and that's the worst thing about your relationship. Sometimes you wish he was worse just so there was someone else to blame.

(1 am, a fridge-cold glass of water and a hand on the column of your spine. Can't sleep? He asks. Just had a weird dream, you say.

It's a lie. You're a liar.

You miss your parents and the first wave of acceptance letters comes out in two days. You're not like him. Sleep has never been a cure for the exhaustion you're feeling, and you have no way of telling him that however warm the bed is won't fix that.)

It's on a Thursday afternoon when you open your mailbox and see the tiny, thin envelope that you've been expecting for the past week. You don't need to open it to know what it says, and yet you do it anyway.

The sun is white, a ghost in the spring sky. The ocean bleeds into the overcast, the curly barley stands tall around your feet, and you let the worst letter you've gotten in your life fall upon your shoulders, word by terrible word.

Then you close it, pinching the seam shut, and draw up your brave face. Nothing left to do but be brave. You're convinced you've used up all the sadness in your relationship—spend in pennies and the well still runs dry. Mingyu will cup your cheek and call you darling, pouring into your emptying basin, holey and broken.

You see him now through the kitchen window, Venus in his clamshell of a kitchen. Galbijjim day, he had said this morning. Now, he waves at you, glittery with recognition.

Your throat feels like crumpled paper.

Mingyu smiles at you, hazy through the glass. Your cheeks hurt and your mouth is paper mache, but you smile back anyway.

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The letters come one after another.

You know what the envelopes hold and yet you keep opening them. The little folder you keep stashed in your bottom drawer gets fatter every passing day because you can't help but revisit your misery, almost as if you need to remind yourself it exists.

Mingyu is none the wiser. Today he decides he'll put off pastry school for one more year. "It doesn't feel like the right time," he says, rolling a log of burdock kimbap up. "You know what I mean?"

No, you don't. You never really do.

You do know, however, that it would feel really fucking bad that, come the end of the year, to have nothing. All your friends would be going somewhere—even Yizhuo opened her acceptance to an MFA program in Shanghai yesterday—and you would be here, still, feet firmly planted in the muddy Jeju dirt like they always had been.

"Hey, don't look so disappointed." he jokes. "Don't tell me you're already trying to get rid of me."

You're not, you really aren't. But part of you wonders if it's just a race to the bottom. If you got rid of him before he decided he wanted to get rid of you, maybe it would hurt a lot less. One less letter for the folder.

"Never. But imagine if you picked up a French accent at pastry school. Then I’d consider it. Maybe."

You watch his knife rock back and forth on the cutting board as he cuts the kimbap.

"Some for you. And more for me," he says, in what you can only describe as someone attempting to speak French when they've never heard it before. "Unless you want more, mon cherie."

He brings the plates to the table, his grin nothing short of dizzying.

"I’m irresistible, huh? Still wanna leave me now?"

"You're gonna have to try a little harder than that, I think."

The words roll off your tongue, easily, traitorously.

You watch the kimbap disappear off of Mingyu's plate.

Going, going, gone.

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Seogwipo is always dark at night, only kept alive by the glow of the moonlit sea.

You can't sleep. Again. And so you sit out on the steps in front of your house, letting the twilight wrap around you like a blanket.

You got your last letter back earlier today. You held your breath and tore it open like you would a birthday card with money in it.

Waitlisted.

It was surely better than a rejection, but some naive, child-eyed part of you thought that if you had just closed your eyes and hoped hard enough, things would work out the way you had planned. Tragically, it wasn't enough this time. You wanted and wanted and you thought maybe that would mean you'd come close to deserving it.

Your parents called today. After managing to sideline the issue of basically the rest of your entire life, they had finally cut through your sad little charade. No good news yet, huh?

No, but—

It was always like that with you. No, but it's not as bad as you think. No, but give me a chance. No, but I’m trying. I've been trying.

You wish things didn't come out of you so complicated. That you could be like Seohyun, who could go through school with her eyes closed and still graduate at the top of her class. Instead, you parade around your little failures, trying to convince people it all could mean something only if they squinted. See? It isn't so bad.

You think you're past the point of crying about it. Your stomach hurts, you're cold, and most of all, you just want to go back to bed. Plus, although Mingyu sleeps like a log, you think he's developed a sixth sense for whenever you get up too early.

Time to be brave, you've been telling yourself, although you don't know who you're pretending for anymore.

So you nudge the front door open—it's so old, it wails if you come at it with any more force—and, to your surprise, see the light above the kitchen sink turned on.

It's not very bright, but it's enough to make out Mingyu's broad silhouette, back turned to you as he makes a cup of tea. He's humming one of his made-up songs.

"Mingyu?"

"There you are," he says, turning around. "Just came out to check on you. And make you some tea."

The kettle whizzes. Your gut twists.

You still haven't said anything to Mingyu. To manage your own disappointment was one thing—you don't think you could handle another person's. And yet when he stands there, Pororo mug between his huge hands, you feel as if you are holding a knife, big and guilty and bloody.

"I-I'm fine, Gyu. Honest." you watch his expression flicker, unreadable in the persimmon lamplight. "Sorry you had to come out. It's chilly out here."

"You know, you can tell me what's going on. I won't judge."

No, no, no. This is the last conversation you wanted to have, with the last person you wanted to have it with.

You feel feverish. You think your hands are shaking.

"Mingyu, I swear—"

"Whatever it is, we can fix it. I know we can."

That almost makes you want to laugh if you didn't want to cry so bad. Of fucking course he would say that. Mingyu, who treats life like it's the watermelon trick he showed you on the outlook, wants to put a bandaid on this whole thing, as if that could come close to fixing it.

He'd tell you to curl up on the couch with a bad movie while he orders takeout. Kiss you on the top of the head. It's ok, baby. Just another bad day for the person who has the worst luck in the world. Another lump of problems for him to try and make better. If he isn't sick of you now, he sure would be soon enough.

"It’s okay," you say, steeling your voice. "It really isn't a big deal. Let's just go back to sleep."

You try to walk away, but the hardness in Mingyu's eyes roots you down to the tile.

"Stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"Pushing me away," he swallows. "Like you always do. I know something's going on."

"I’m not, i just—"

"You just what? You can't help it?"

"No, I—"

"Because you like to know that you can? That you can say whatever and then watch me come back?" A fragmented, heavy silence thrums between you. He's looking at you like he's daring you to say something, anything. His gaze is black. "What am I good for if you can't tell me anything?"

There's that familiar, stinging pressure behind your eyes. You think you're crying, but you're not sure. Maybe you've been crying this whole time.

"Fine," you bite. Your blood feels like hot metal. "You really wanna know? I didn't get into law school. There. Happy now?"

Mingyu looks stung.

"W-why didn't you tell me?"

Because I thought you would stop loving me. I thought you would have finally had enough.

"Because it's not all about you, Mingyu."

The words, selfish and damning, burn your tongue. Mingyu is right. This is what you always do. You fuck up and then make everyone else hurt for it.

"I'm sorry," Mingyu says. His voice doesn't sound like his. Instead, the words seem to hang in the air, trembling and holding their breath, waiting for an apology you can't give yet. "I shouldn't have—"

"It's ok." You swallow hard, and it hurts. "Let's just go back to bed."

It's getting colder and colder. You think there's a little hole in your sock, right above the cat's whiskers.

Mingyu doesn't reach for you as he passes to get to the hallway. Maybe he doesn't know how to anymore.

The Pororo cup is left abandoned on the counter. You walk over and read the label on the tea bag—barley, because you have class tomorrow morning.

You pick it up, let the ceramic buzz between your hands with whatever warmth it has left, and hold it to your lips.

It's cold now, but all you can think to do is drink it. Erase all the evidence that tonight ever happened, and maybe it'll be nothing more than a bad dream in the morning.

There's honey at the bottom of the cup. It sears the back of your throat, but you drink until there's nothing left.

vi. the peach blossoms (without fail, bloom every August. I miss you.)

You broke up the next day.

Even now, you remember what happened. You had woken up early that morning to make your own breakfast because you couldn't allow Mingyu to give you any more of himself. Your hands could only hold, shatter, so much.

"Mingyu, I think we should...." You looked at the zigzags of jam on your toast, angry and uneven. "I think we should stop seeing each other. For now," you had added, as if that made anything better at all.

Somehow that seemed more merciful at the time. Really, you think it just showed your cowardice. If you were going to break his heart, you might as well have gone all the way the first time.

Maybe it was a good thing that Mingyu saw right through you. He always did.

"So that's it, huh? You're just gonna give up on us?"

"No, I just...need some time."

"How long?" he asked. "Be honest with me. Because you know I’ll wait."

"I don't know." You couldn't meet his gaze. His eyes reached and reached over that kitchen table and you denied him even that.

"Don't you always know?" he asked, pitifully, desperately. "Don't you want this to work?"

And you did. In fact, you don't think you had ever wanted anything more, and it was that that scared you. You had already lost law school—you couldn't let the only other thing in your life let you go. So you pulled the trigger first.

"We should just end things. I'm sorry. I can't give you what you need."

He packed his bag within the hour, and you think everything, from then on, froze inside you. You didn't move from your seat until your parents came home from the airport later that day and asked why there were two plates of toast still on the table.

You think you knew, someplace, inevitably, this would happen. You, who only knew hunger, had reached deep inside Mingyu and rooted out a love you didn't think you were worthy of having. And yet you still ate from the vine, bite after guilty bite, until you couldn't take any more. The only time he asked you for anything at all, you couldn't give it to him—such was the irony of your relationship.

Maybe you were doomed the moment the first strawberry hit your tongue, just like you had said, all that time ago.

About a month later, you got another letter in the mail. Chungnam National University Law School, it read. This one was fat, in one of those brown envelopes lined with bubble wrap. Somehow, miraculously, that position on the waitlist had turned into an acceptance. You held the package to your chest and cried, loud and with abandon, as if taking a deep breath after almost drowning.

Ironically, the first person you wanted to tell was Mingyu. But the good news you needed to save your relationship came too little, too late. Perhaps that meant it had no legs to stand on in the first place, but that didn't stop you from missing it. Instead, you told Yizhuo, and she drove you to Jeju City and treated you to dinner. "You should just call him," she had said. "Hey, don't look at me like that. He'd probably pick up on the first ring."

The city is swathed in August's crimson summer—peach season. The narrow streets are lined with peach trees, the fruits glowing like fat drops of sunlight. All you do these days is plan for your eventual move to Daejeon and the start of a life that seems newer and shinier than your own. But surrounded by the cicada song, the velvet treeline, the rain-soaked asphalt, somehow you think you're going to miss Seogwipo more than you think.

(Fickle, fickle heart. You always needed things to be taken away to really be able to appreciate them. Somehow, all that wanting had boiled down to something more satisfying, more filling.)

You wonder how Mingyu is. Now that you think about it, he seems just as much a part of Seogwipo as the farm he lives on. It was only last summer when you had first met him in the field, set on fire by the strawberry harvest. You think about him now, peddling around that ridiculous wicker basket to make jam. Maybe talking to another pretty girl, someone as naive, cruel as you had been.

Not long ago, you considered calling him to apologize, but that'd just be another thing to be selfish about. A little time and some warm weather, and I’m calling to finally wash my hands of you. That's what it would sound like, no matter what you said. Still, it didn't stop you from thinking of him, every flower, every season.

"You know, I always wanted to grow peach trees. But I think we've always been a pear kind of family."

Mingyu. If a voice could cut through air, it'd be his.

You whip around, half-believing you're hearing things. Certainly that would be easier, but you're learning that there are some things you can't run from.

And like a picture, Mingyu stands tall, golden, framed by the peach blossoms. Not a thing about him has changed. Not even the way he looks at you.

"Mingyu," you breathe. Unfortunately, none of the times you replayed your last conversation with him help you come up with something to say, because in none of them did you anticipate him coming back. "W-what are you doing here?"

"I live here, silly."

"No way," you reply, scrambling. "Crazy, because I live here too."

You both laugh nervously, a silly, bubbly thing, but you feel like you're going to throw up. It's only now that you realize you're kind of on the walk to his place. Seogwipo has never had places to hide.

"I...um." You try and disentangle the guilt from the nostalgia from the scent of the peaches and the warmth on his face. They all look the same. You missed him. "I got into law school. In Daejeon."

"I heard," he says. "Not surprised at all. I always knew you would."

"Thank you. I mean it." The cicadas buzz around you, as if they know they have an important silence to fill. "You're staying in town, right?"

"Actually, I decided to apply to culinary school. It finally felt right, you know? I'm leaving at the end of the summer, but it's just in Jeju City. I couldn't leave the island."

"Thank goodness. I don't know if you could tell, but I kind of always hoped you would. I don't think I’ve ever eaten better food." Your voice wobbles, but it gets there. "You'll do amazing."

Then time stretches and forces you to recognize, reckon with, the moment you're in. You wonder if he feels the same way you do—bruised, overripe. If there's still a space in his heart for you.

Deep breath. Life only gives you so many chances.

"Mingyu, I’m sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't make us work. You deserved better." Saying it feels like peeling the skin of your heart back. There's still a palpable distance between the two of you—you think that had always been there—but it feels more comfortable in a way it never did before.

"Don’t apologize," he says, easily, as he always does. Everything seems to flow off him like water, and you think that's the part of him you loved the most because it was the one thing you couldn't touch. "We loved each other. I think that much was true."

A jasmine breeze curls through the trees, sending the blossoms fluttering around you like ink in water. The very first time you met Mingyu, you thought the image of him, haloed with the sunset, was the one you wanted to keep forever. And yet, somehow, you don't think you'll ever forget the way he looks right now.

"Will you ever come back to Seogwipo?" you ask.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing—you were always the one who wanted to get out of here." He grins, ear to ear. "Of course I'm coming back. There's nowhere I'd rather be."

"Yeah. I think I know what you mean."

The sea, the clay dirt, Mingyu. Even yourself, clumsy and care-worn. You think, somewhere along the line, you forgot how to love. But you're learning—one step at a time.

"Friends," you say. "Let's be friends. If you'll let me."

"Thought you would never ask. Gladly. Always." The space between you seizes, like it's holding in a breath. Maybe one day, you'll think of closing it once more, but you like where you stand now. You can admire him better from a distance, without your fingerprints all over him. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, something he does before he gets ready to leave. But before he does—"I'll see you soon, okay? You better come back. Promise me."

For the first time, you see the honesty in his eyes and you really, truly believe him.

"Promise."

The Seogwipo sun is high and red in the sky when you wave Mingyu goodbye. It feels like you're coming to an end of a long summer, but you're not afraid. You watch the wind dance through the peach blossoms, their branches never searching, never wanting, and you finally feel as if you've arrived home.

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Electric Summer

I decided to start something new! I know I said I was going to try to finish Coach Sy first but I just don't have ideas for it. And this would not leave me alone.

Summary: OFC is a camp counselor. She and Sy used to be childhood besties and used to have a summer fling. But when they get older and school ends. She thinks she'll never see him again.

Warnings: none

Let me know what you think. Comments and Reblogs are always welcome

This work is totally my own and I own all my mistakes. Obviously, I don't own Sy.. man I wish

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This was easily my favorite time of the year. I love the fall and the smell of the leaves and cozy blankets and warm drinks. It was a beautiful time of year. Fall was my favorite season. But this was not that. This was magic. Summer’s always were. Even when the sun went down at 9pm and the sky faded to black there was still an electric energy that burned in the air. The nights weren’t over just because the sun had fallen. In fact that was the time when the best memories were made. Especially here. It’s so cliche, but to me this is the happiest place on earth. Forget Disney world. No, the best times were had slipping away from mom and dad and spending the summer with friends you hadn’t seen all year, jumping in the lake, tipping a canoe, hiking through the woods at night, sneaking off to steal a kiss with your crush behind the cabin, and warming up around the campfire at night.

This camp built me. It holds my dearest memories from my childhood and adolescents. When they messaged me and asked about coming back as a counselor it was an easy answer.

I looked over at my best friend pouting on my bed while I packed my suitcase.

“I can’t believe you’re gonna be gone all summer!” she grumbled. I laughed, shaking my head at her.

“I told you, you could come too! They need more counselors.” I stated, matter of fact. She scrunched up her nose and raised an eyebrow.

“I love kids but I’m not very outdoorsy, no way I’d last all summer! I’m too pale to be in the sun that long.” she retorted

“Fair, we’ve been swimming once this year and you’re already burnt.” I chuckled. I put another towel in my bag and she took it out and threw it on the bed. I sighed.

“It’s not forever V, you can literally come visit me.” I said “I won’t be on my phone much at all but I can give you nightly updates before lights out!” I promised.

“Fine,” she conceded, repacking the towel for me. “But if you meet somebody and start some whirlwind summer love you better tell me immediately! I want all the details! We haven't spent this long apart literally since we became friends!” I laughed

“I doubt it, but if the perfect man somehow manages to show up to sweep me off my feet at summer camp I’ll let you know!” I told her.

“It could happen! Didn’t you have a lil summer boyfriend when you were younger?” She asked. I thought back to my days as a camper. All the friends I’d made, the silly little camp crushes. Then there was him. For 3 straight summers there was him. I tried to resist it at first. He was incredibly charming. A lot of the girls had a crush on him. He was energetic and funny and he had this big smile. That first summer we became fast friends. I tried to ignore him but he wouldn’t leave me alone. If I got up to leave the group he’d get up and ask where I was going. When we had to use the buddy system for a game or a hike. He would claim me before one of my girls could. His friends would get mad at him for it. I never understood it. But camp was only 2 weeks long. I didn’t have enough time to dwell on it.

The next summer. He grew. He had to be at least a foot taller. His hair had grown out into these beautiful wild curls. I think maybe he’d started working out. He mentioned he was playing football in school. So maybe that was why he seemed more toned. He still had that big sweet smile. He’d grown into a gentle giant. It must’ve been fate that once again our cabins were paired together as a group. And because we’d become such good friends he sought me out immediately. Pulling me into a big hug.

“Hey girl!” He beamed, squeezing me tight. “Glad we’re here together again, how have you been?” He asked enthusiastically. I chuckled, my arms still wrapped around his middle as I found my footing again. He’d practically lifted me off the ground.

“It’s good to see you too, Logan.” I smiled. Despite how hard I tried, That summer, I could not deny that I had developed feelings for him. I was too shy to tell him. And I loved being friends with him. I didn’t want to lose that. However even though Logan didn’t seem to notice it was painfully obvious to one of my bunkmates.

“You should tell him you like him!” Tasha said, sneaking up behind me. This particular day the girls in our cabin decided to ditch the boys, who were off playing ultimate frisbee or something, and go on a hike.

“What?” I said quickly. She shook her head.

“Girl, you obviously have the biggest crush on Sy, you should tell him.” she repeated herself. I started to chew on my lip nervously.

“Logan? I… tosh… he’s my best friend. Aside from you of course,” I assured her, “I can’t tell him.” I said. She sighed dramatically.

“Why not? He’s literally so nice, the worst that would happen is he’d say he wants to stay friends.Plus I really think he likes you too!” she said hopefully.

“You can’t know that.” I retorted. She shook her head at me again.

“I’ve heard people talk about it. I was in the bathroom last night and I overheard these girls from cabin F talking, one of the girls said she’s really jealous of you because of the way Logan clings to you,” she argued.

“He does not cling to me,” I said.

“We had to tell him our hike was no boys allowed because he was gonna ditch the boys to come with us!” she cried.

“Maybe he wanted to hike?” I argued. Tasha gave up and just laughed.

“Girl you’re hopeless.” she said, as we continued to walk.

A few days later the boys and girls cabin went on a night hike together. It was a tradition. Something we did every year. We walked through the woods when it got dark and played games as a group. I hated it. It freaked me out. I was not a horror movie fan and this was like an invitation for a demon to jump out and attack you. Needless to say I was scared the whole time. Sy picked up on it immediately. Sticking with me the whole time. Distracting me and making me laugh. And when I got really tense on the walk back he grabbed my hand. When we were back in the clearing by the cabins Tasha looked back at us and noticed our hands smiling to herself. She stopped walking until she was next to me on the other side and whispered in my ear.

“Girl if you don’t tell him I will.” I pouted and gave her a look and she just laughed skipping ahead again to hold the hand of this year's camp boyfriend. Needless to say I still didn’t tell him. I spent the next week and a half doing everything I could to avoid it.

On the last day of camp a few of us were sitting in the grass in the sun soaking up the last few hours together before our parents arrived and we had to say goodbye. We were talking about our favorite things we’d done this summer. What we were gonna miss. Promising to keep in touch.

“Hey Logan, you know you only live like an hour from Lainie?” Tasha said all of a sudden.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, looking over at me with a big smile on his face.

“Mhmm.” she continued, "You guys could totally hang out sometime!” she exclaimed.

“How did you know that?” I asked her suddenly.

“I looked it up,” she shrugged. I rolled my eyes but then looked over at Sy, his long legs stretched out in front of him on the grass, leaning back on his elbows, the sun shining down perfectly warming his face. He looked beautiful. He had a sparkle in his eye when I met his gaze.

“What, you don’t wanna see me?” He pouted. “I think it’d be fun! You get your license in a couple weeks right?” He raised his brows eyes hopeful. I was surprised he remembered. We talked about it at campfire a couple nights ago. He told me he was saving up for his own car so he didn’t have to drive his brothers hand me down anymore. And I said I just couldn’t wait to be able to drive without my mom in the car.

“Yeah,” I said, “I do, and of course I wanna see you Logan,” I blushed.

“That’s perfect,” Tasha spoke again. “You guys could go on a date or something!” she winked.

“Huh?” I choked. Glaring at her. Logan didn’t say anything. Or if he did I was too shocked to hear what he said.

“Girl, don't act like you don’t have the biggest crush on him. We all know it.” I could feel everyone's eyes on me now and my cheeks were burning.

“Is that true?” Logan asked softly. I couldn’t look at him. I chewed at my lip trying to come up with anything to make this go away but I couldn’t .

“I-I …my parents are gonna be here soon! I need to finish packing!” I said and stood up quickly running toward the cabin. That wasn’t true. I packed everything this morning. I was bragging about it to him saying I had the whole rest of the day to enjoy what we had left of camp. He knew I was lying. I heard him call after me but I didn’t stop. Not until I got back to our cabin. The boys weren’t allowed there. I could stay there and hide until It was time to go. And that’s what I did. An hour later our counselor came to find me telling me my parents had arrived to take me home. I didn’t see Logan when I was leaving. I didn’t look for him. I was too embarrassed to find him to say goodbye. So I didn’t. I left without a word. And I felt horrible about it.

Another year came and went. Logan and I never met up after summer. I didn’t text him. I was too afraid. And I’d never given him my number. I was beside myself with nerves about returning to camp that next summer. It was my favorite place on earth. And my worst nightmare all wrapped into one. After the way I’d left things with him last year I was afraid to see him. I thought that maybe I’d get lucky and he wouldn’t be there the same week I was. Or we wouldn’t be in the same group. So at least I could avoid him. Even if it was gonna hurt.

Of course that’s not what happened. Again our cabins were in a group. The first day I avoided making eye contact with him. And I always stuck with the girls. I didn’t want a chance for us to be alone together. Conveniently Tasha couldn’t make it to camp this year. So I was stuck in the mess she’d made without her help. He and I were together for group activities but I didn’t talk much. I kept to myself. That worked for the first day. But it didn’t last long. During the afternoon at camp we didn’t have a lot of scheduled activities. So we could pretty much run around and do whatever we wanted. And since we were the late highschool aged group. We didn’t have to follow the “buddy system,” They encouraged it but I guess if we went missing that was on us. It was just after lunch. Maybe 2pm. There was this little circle of bench swings in the park. It was a great place to gather as a group. A lot of times we would sit and reflect on the day there before the campfire at night. But right now no one was there. I liked to keep a journal while I was at camp. To keep all of the memories. So I sat on one of the swings with one leg folded under me and the other dangling off to push myself on the swing. I didn’t see him coming. I was too busy scribbling down all of my thoughts. I didn’t notice anyone was there until I heard the creak of the chains from the swing directly across from mine. I looked up. Logan was sitting on the swing, his arms stretched over the back of it and rocking back and forth on his heel pushing the swing. I set my pen in my journal, closing it slowly, before I could speak, he said.

“Please don’t run,” His voice sounded deeper somehow even though he spoke softly. I knew he was from the south. He always had a bit of a twang but I’d never noticed that drawl like I did now. When he was pleading with me. I swallowed hard and nodded. “I don’t like this,” He spoke again when I remained silent. “I hate that you’re ignoring me.”

“I’m not…” I started

“You are,” He interrupted, letting out a deep sigh. “Lainie,” he said, my childhood nickname. The one he’d started to call me after we all shared fun facts about ourselves. It was the name all of my mothers family had called me since I was a baby. He’d never actually addressed me by my name from that point on. It was always a joke between us. A little sentiment that he claimed as his. It sounded sad now. As he pulled his eyes from the mulch on the ground to meet my gaze. “You are my best friend. You can talk to me. About anything. Hell, I’m closer with you than I am with any of my friends back home.” He said. “I know that things were kinda awkward when we left last summer but you didn’t even say goodbye.” He paused. I bit my lip, starting to feel emotional.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I was so embarrassed.” I finally admitted to him. “I didn’t mean to leave like that. But everyone was looking at me. And I was scared and I was afraid I was gonna lose you as a friend. But I guess I did that all on my own.” I sighed.

Sy stood up and crossed the space from his swing to mine. He paused waiting to see if I’d make room for him. Naturally I did. He sat next to me. Stretching his arm out behind me on the back of the swing.

“You couldn’t lose me if you tried darlin,” A soft smile formed on his lips. If I didn’t know any better, it almost looked sad. I could tell that he was having an inner battle in himself. “Why were you scared?” He finally asked. I swallowed a lump that was forming in my throat. There was no point in avoiding it now. He had to know that I’ve had a crush on him. Even I know that he isn’t too oblivious to realize that much. I felt my breath hitch when I felt his hand cover my shoulder. A gentle squeeze and a soft storking of his thumb brought my eyes to his.

“Because I didn’t want anything to change, what we’ve got going is good,” I spoke barely above a whisper.

“Why would…” He started. But I cut him off before I lost my nerve.

“Because Tasha was right. I did..do have a big crush on you. But it’s silly, and you’re such a great friend to me Logan, I didn’t want to lose that because of how I was feeling.” I rambled.

“Huh,” He breathed. “You have a crush on me? I never would of guessed.” He smirked. I pouted and smacked his shoulder.

“Sy, I’m serious!” I ran my hand through my hair and turned away from him to nervous to hold eye contact. I heard him chuckle softly before I felt his fingertips gently brush across my jaw turning me back to face him.

“I know, I’m sorry,” he paused regaining his composure. “You really think I didn’t notice?” He raised both brows and had a gentle smile on his lips.

“You knew?” I muttered softly still so embarrassed about the whole situation.

“It’s kinda what I what I was hoping for, I’ve only been flirtin’ with ya for two summers now,” He laughed. It was my turn to be confused. I raised an eyebrow. This only caused him to laugh more.

“You?” I paused trying to wrap my head around what I was trying to say. “Wait so?”

“I’d have loved to have taken you out, If you’d have given me the chance.” He explained. I hung my head resting it my hands and groaned.

“I’m an idiot.” I sighed.

“No,” Sy said, “I should have said something sooner, and Tosh shouldn’t have called you out like that. I’d known for a while but, I really liked the way things were between us. I didn’t see a reason for us to push anything.” He said slowly pulling my hand away from my face and lacing his fingers with mine.

“You really liked me this whole time.” I said finally looking up at him, relaxing a bit when he smiled.

“Since the day I met you.” He admitted. I smiled. And squeezed his hand I sat up moving to sit closer to him. I opened my mouth to speak but before I could one of the counselors was interrupting us.

“Hey guys you know the rules. No purpling, No PDA,” They warned us and stood there until Sy let go of my hand. They nodded at us before walking off to montier the rest of the play ground. Some of the younger age groups were playing in the park. ‘No purpling’ such a stupid metaphor. Girls are red boys are blue if red and blue touch it makes purple. It was so annoying.

“I hate that damn rule.” He grumbled. I giggled softly.

“Yeah, me too.” we both just looked at each other and smiled.

After that moment we spent the rest of that summer by each others side. Camp always seemed like such a short time and this time it seemed like it was slipping away even faster. We never made anything official but we did hold hands when no one was looking and occasionally we would sneak off from the group to have time alone.

One evening after dinner a few of us decided we wanted to take out some canoes on the lake. Of course the two of us took one out on our own. For some reason that night Sy was quiet. He had been a lot of the day. I finally decided to ask him about it. “Are you okay?” I asked after a few minutes of silence had passed while we floated in the middle of the lake.

“Yeah,” He answered quickly “Why?” He wouldn’t meet my eye.

“You’ve just been quiet, is something bothering you? You can talk to me.” I assured him. He sat there for a few seconds without saying anything before letting out a deep breath.

“This is gonna be my last summer at camp.” He said softly. My heart sank. I knew he was about a year older than me. And we could only come back as campers through the year after we graduated high school. But he was about to start his Senior year. He still had one more summer.

“But you haven’t graduated yet. You can still come back next year!” I said hopefully.

“It’s not that,” He bit his lip looking out at the water still refusing to look at me. “I signed up for the military. I’m gonna be in the army. I start basic right after I graduate. And then they’ll send me wherever they need me.” He said finally meeting my eyes.

“Oh,” I nodded. “So, after this summer, we won’t ever see each other again.” I said sadly.

“Hey, no,” he said, grabbing my hand, “We still got a whole year. I could come see you or you could drive to me and we… we could make this…” He trailed off.

“Logan,” my voice cracked as I started to speak. “You and I both know it’s not going to work. You’re going to be so busy with football and your friends and your family. And I will be too.” I felt him squeeze my hand and he nodded, a sad look in his eyes.

“I know, but I just got you, I don’t wanna let go yet.” He said. I felt a tear fall and I wiped it away quickly, not wanting to make him feel any worse.

“Maybe, we were only ever meant to have summer.” I said.

“Yeah,” He whispered. “Guess we better make the most of it.”

We spent every second we could together the rest of camp. Hell he even walked me to the bathroom. It killed me to know this was all we were ever going to be. I’d never met anyone like Logan before. I hated to say that I was in love with him. I mean I was only 16 but. It sure felt like it. We did every activity together, sat together at dinner. And he’d put his arm around me at campfire when the adults weren’t looking. The night before camp was over was the annual night hike. He knew how much I hated it. So while the rest of the group headed off into the woods he grabbed my hand and led us to another trail that led to an open grassy field. The boys usually played frisbee or softball out here.

“Logan,” I whispered. “We’re gonna get in trouble.” I said.

“They’ll never notice we’re gone.” He said. Pulling me into his chest and hugging me tight holding me for a moment. “I just wanna be alone with you.” he mumbled into my hair. He walked us out to the middle of the field and sat down pulling me down with him. “Come here.” He said laying back on the grass and pulling me into his side. I snuggled up to him laying my head on his chest. We laid like that for a while just silent. Looking at the stars above us.

“I don’t wanna leave tomorrow. I don’t want to have to say goodbye.” He said. I felt myself start to tear up but I forced them down.

“Are you scared?” I asked.

“No,” He admitted shaking his head. “My dad was in the service and my grandpa, my older brother. It’s just what we do.” He said.

“I hate this.” I sighed. I couldn’t lie to myself anymore or him.

“Me too darlin.” he said. We laid there in silence again. Until he spoke. “Would it… would it be too selfish to ask you to wait for me?” He asked. I felt tense. I sat up laying my hand on his chest and turned to look at him.

“Logan, you don’t need me to wait for you, you’ll meet some pretty girl in your home town. Some girl you can come back home too when it’s all over. You’ll have long forgotten about me when you come home.”

“I could never forget you Lainie,” He said softly. My breath hitched. His eyes bore deeply into mine. Even with nothing but the moon light and the stars lighting his face I could see he meant it.

“Sy,” I whispered. He caressed my cheek sitting up to close the distance between us. This would be the first time we’d ever kissed. Maybe the last. I could feel his breath against my lips as my eyes fluttered shut.

“There you two are!” The boys councelor called from across the clearing. “What were you thinking you had us all worried!” We’d been caught.

We didn’t kiss that night. We never did. The next day when my parents came to get me. He stood there outside of our cabin holding me tight. Neither of us wanted to let go. But he didn’t kiss me goodbye. We couldn’t do it. I guess it was better not to know what we were missing.

“I’m never gonna stop thinking about ya,” He said. As we finally pulled away.

“Neither will I.” I said

That was 7 years ago. We didn’t see each other after that. I cried and sulked the rest of that summer.

I shook my head bringing me back to the present. My best friend still sitting on my bed looking at me expectantly.

“Hello, Lainie,” she snapped her fingers.

“What? Uh yeah, I guess I did have a summer fling. I mean, we were never official, never kissed or anything. But that was years ago. Who know’s where he is now.” I said.

“Who knows. Fate has this way of bringing people together.” She said. I shook my head.

“You’re such a hopeless romantic.” I laughed.

“And you’re hopeless, would it kill you to belive in fairtales. Or romance.” she argued. I just laughed.

“You know what you’re right. You never know what will happen this summer, camp always has been a magical place.” I said.

A few hours later I was finally on the road. I felt the excitement rise up inside me as I passed the familiar rode signs. I was almost there. I thought my heart was gonna burst when I pulled into the long drive under the main archway. After parking my car I walked up to the main building to meet with the camp director.

“Lainie!” She smiled greeting me with a hug. “I’m so happy you were able to join the team this year!” She beamed.

“I jumped at the opportunity Becca, I wouldn’t miss it!” I said.

“We’re glad to have you, I’ll get you checked in so you can get settled and get your cabin set up and meet your co-coucelor. You’re with one of the boys cabins. You’ll be in cabin E and He and his boys are in A.” She smiled.

“Okay sounds great!” I was buzzing with excitement.

“I’ll let you get to it,” she said “I’m sure you remember where everything is!”

I unpacked my car and carried my bag and suitcase to my cabin. It felt so good to be back. I started to unpack and make up my bunk when I heard a knock on the screen door. I figued it must’ve been my co-concelor coming to meet me. I walked to the door stepping out on to the porch of the Cabin, seeing a man standing there. He was maybe 6,1 his hair was buzzed short. And he had a full beard. He had broad shoulders and a warm smile. His eyes went wide when they landed on me. And the moment I met the I knew why. “Lainie?” He asked. Still with that deep southern drawl.

“Logan?”

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It’s never too late idea: Javi picks you up from work one day (or anything to get him back to the school) and realizes you teach in his moms old classroom. He could tell you all his childhood memories from that room. Too cute!!

NON. I have been dying to do this bc I am in my back to school feels and this literally made me cry. This is the cutest idea 😭🥺

The Mouse and The Motorcycle

Summary: Javi offers to help you unpack your classroom before school starts after getting moved to a different room over the summer. Little does he know, the room is one he's already very well acquainted with.

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Just some good, old fashioned fluffy, fluffy, fluff!! asshole rodents (?? bahahah), mentions of grief/loss of a parent, really none, this is just all cute🥹

Javi still hadn’t quite gotten over the surreal feeling of pulling up to Alma Pierce Elementary School. Before he’d met you, he didn’t have enough fingers or toes to count the amount of times he had visited the elementary his mother worked at for her entire teaching career before she had gotten sick. It was a place he thought he’d never visit again after she had passed, much less frequent. But since the day he quite literally bumped into you in the Alma Pierce gymnasium, Javi had found himself back at the elementary school more times than he could have imagined. The remembrance of a place that once made him feel hurt and pain for the things he had lost, now replaced by the joy and comfort of watching his wife carry on the memory of his mom teaching at the very same school in the same grade.

Although you had insisted that Javi didn’t need to help, you knew damn well that was an argument you had no chance of winning. After the school had moved some staff to new positions around the building, your principal had to give you the unfortunate notice that you needed to change classrooms with only a week before school. You had been pulling close to 12 hour days for the past week, and Javi could tell how absolutely exhausted you were. Never needing to find an excuse to spend more time with you, he had offered to come in and help with whatever you needed to set up for the start of the school year, reminding your type A personality that he had been a part of helping his mom set up her classroom every year from the time he could walk.

As Javi stepped into the main office, he found Señora Gutierez, the same Secretary who had been there since what seemed like the dawn of time. “Hey, Señora.” Javi smiled, signing in at the front desk, giving her a wave.

“Hola, Javier, mi ducle niño. Qué estás haciendo aquí? (Hello, Javier, my sweet boy. What are you doing here?)” she grinned as she rushed over to Javi, wrapping him in a hug and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Coming to help my wife set up. I know she got moved to a new room and she’s been working like crazy to finish everything before next week. Plus it’s a good excuse to see her.”

“Dios mio, your wife! I keep forgetting you two got married this summer, congratulations, mijo, I am so happy for the two of you. She is a lucky woman.” She winked, giving Javi a playful swat against his arm as the two of them laughed. Javi rolled the gold band on his finger, smiling at the sight.

“Gracias, Señora. I don’t know about that, but I definitely am a lucky man, I can tell you that. What’s the room she’s in now?” Señora’s face lit up, a mischievous look growing across her face.

“I think you’ll have no problem finding it Javier. Room 106.” Javi stared at her in shock. He paused for a moment, making sure that he had heard her correctly.

“Wait, room 106 like-“

“Mmmhmmmm.” She beamed, cutting Javi off mid-sentence. “I don’t think you need directions. No go, your wife is waiting for you.”

Señora was right. There were few places in Alma Pierce Elementary School that Javi knew better than room 106. It was his childhood home away from home, his afternoon sanctuary, and his late summer hangout. Room 106 was Lucia Peña’s classroom from the day she had started teaching until the day she had passed. Javi couldn’t remember the last time that he had been inside that classroom, but taking the walk down the all too familiar West Wing hallway, he couldn’t help but wish for just a few more special moments there with her like the ones from all those years ago. The strangest thing about it, was that even after all those years, as he took his final strides to the door, Javi couldn’t help but smile at the fact that there was one thing that remained as a comforting similarity.

“Mrs. Peña” was still written above the door.

As Javi opened the door to the classroom, he was greeted by the sounds of heavy grunting and swearing as he watched you shove your entire bodyweight against a bookshelf twice your size, trying to push it across the floor. Immediately, Javi set down his food, rushing his way over to you, knowing that you’d let that damn bookcase fall on top of you before admitting defeat.

“Jesus, Hermosa, why are you doing this alone? You’re gonna hurt yourself.” He sighed, pulling you away from the shelf as you caught your breath.

“Hi, nice to see you too.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, laughing through your labored pants before pressing up to give him a kiss. “Well, the office said the movers aren’t coming for another 3 days, and I have shit I need to put on these shelves, and it’s not doing me any good just sitting in the middle of my room. It’s not that bad, I moved it from over there.” You pointed to a crowded spot a few feet away from you, stacked with other desks and shelves.

“Yeah? And how long’d that take you?” He smirked, never surprised by your stubbornness to accomplish whatever it was you wanted done.

“.... 30 minutes.” You grumbled, looking away at the ground, knowing how much shit Javi was going to give you for spending all that time trying to push a stupid shelf. “And before you say anything, it’s heavier than it looks, okay?”

“I’m sure it is. You gonna let me help you, or are you gonna be too stubborn and fight with that shelf for another 30 minutes, Mrs. Peña?” Javi smirked, both at his sarcastic jab, and the way he couldn’t help but beam every time he said your new last name.

“God, it’s still so weird to hear, but I love it. I guess I’m gonna have to get used to hearing Mrs. Peña from little 8 year old voices all day long now, aren’t I? You laughed, sitting yourself on top of one of the desks that still needed to be rearranged, grinning at Javi as he stood in front of you.

“Believe it or not, you are not the first Mrs. Peña to ever hear your name all day in this room.” Javi’s voice trailed as he looked around the room, the comfort of the all too familiar space washing over him. You cocked your head to the side, scrunching your brow in confusion as you tried to process what Javi was trying to say, until it hit you like a ton of bricks.

“Woah… Wait… Do you mean that-”

“This was my mom’s old room. The whole time she taught here.” The smile on his face shared a mixture of joy and sorrow, knowing how happy it would have made his mother to know he had found a woman she loved, much less a wonderful teacher, now filling the shoes of the same role she had taken on before she passed.

“You’re being serious?” You raised your eyebrows at him, looking for confirmation, and that he wasn’t just pulling your leg.

“I spent every day after school here from Kindergarten until 5th grade, and then was here every summer to help her set up for the school year, even though it ended up with me just mostly trying to fix the copier after I kept jamming it.”

“Truth be told, it’s probably still the same copier that’s here now. If it makes you feel any better, I did legitimately kick it out of anger the other day.” The both of you snickered, the image of you in a fist fight with the copy machine making Javi shake his head. “Is it the same as you remember it? The room?” You asked gently, as Javi wandered, peeking over piles of book shelves and desks that needed to be unstacked, almost as if he was looking for something.

“A lot of it, yeah. Fuck, I wonder if he’s still here, or they finally fixed it…” He muttered under his breath, now crouching down and opening up one of your cabinet doors.

“What are you talking about?” You prodded, watching Javi dig through the back of the shelves inside.

“Fuck, of course they didn’t. he’s gotta be fucking dead by now…” Javi continued huffing under his breath before grunting as he stood back up, closing the doors behind him.

“I’m sorry, did you say he has to be dead by now? Should I be calling the Ghostbusters for some sort of treatment plan?” The look on your face was now genuine concern, truly hoping to not find anything alive, or worse case, dead in your new space.

“Fucking Ralph.”

“Javi, who the fuck is Ralph?”

“Ralph. The mouse. No matter how many times my mom told them about that damn hole in the cabinet or if we tried to fix it, he always found a way back in here…” Javi grumbled, looking around the room as if to try and find some sort of solution stacked between your unpacked boxes and furniture.

“... You’re telling me there’s a mouse named Ralph that lives in my room? Okay first of all, Javi, that thing has to be dead, there’s no way a single mouse can live that long. And second, why the hell did you name it Ralph? Third… Is it at least a nice mouse, or is it an asshole? Because I can tolerate a pleasant rodent, and I will provide cheese as a peace offering if need be.” You weren’t really sure whether to laugh, cry, or find some sort of weapon to prepare yourself for your new mouse battle.

“Oh he’s an asshole, alright. I swear to God, he took one of my whole sandwiches one day after school. I know for a fact it’s the same one, he’s got a chunk of his left ear missing and that bastard’s smart as hell.”

“Javi… I hate to break the news to you, but you sound like a literal crazy person. I’m sure me and this mouse will be okay. You still haven’t told me why his name is Ralph, you psycho.” You were now on the brink of full blown hysterics watching Javi so distressed about such a tiny creature. Javi held his hands up in defense from your acquisition, shrugging his arms before folding them across his chest.”

“Fine, fine. Don’t come crying to me when a goddamn mouse steals your lunch. And Ralph because of the Mouse and the Motorcycle. It was my favorite book as a kid, first one I ever remember reading on my own. Me and my mom read it so many times, and I’m pretty sure at one point she had to get a new copy because I wore hers out. We always joked that the mouse in her class had to be Ralph. Kinda stupid now, saying it out loud, I guess…” His eyes shifted towards the floor, staring down at his feet, toes tapping against the linoleum.

“Javi… That’s not stupid at all, that’s actually the sweetest thing ever. It is a great book, I should read it to my class this year, carry on the legacy of the old ass Ralph that still lives here, apparently.” You pushed yourself up off the desk, walking your way over to Javi, wrapping your arms around his waist, caging your chest against his. “And to carry on the legacy of your mom, because there isn’t a day that goes by that I wish I could have met her, and thank her for raising the sweet, mouse crazed man that is my husband.” You both giggled as Javi pressed a soft kiss into the top of your head, pulling you closer to him.

“She would have loved you so much, Osita. I’m sure there’s no one else that she’d rather have in her room but you.” He paused for a moment, leaning his head against yours, letting a deep breath rise in his chest, the pain and sadness exhaled out as it fell. “But if there’s one thing I do know, it’s that she would be pissed at me for not offering you food as soon as I got here, knowing how hard you’ve been working all day. Here.” He reached down, pickup up the to-go bag and handing it off to you.

“Thank you, Javi. Better get to work on these sandwiches… Wouldn’t want Ralph to get to them first.”

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gimme-tea-bitch · 1 year

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The Kiss and All Their Growth

Holy shit what a day it has been, the bees kiss has left me rambling like a madman and spending half my shift in a stupor.

But, a friend of mine let me ramble in her DM’s about this scene and now I wanted to do a rough run down of the ways their confession hit on so many major points of trauma for the both of them, so get ready for a run down!

Starting with the way that Yang asks Blake if she’s okay, Yang in just as much danger, just as stuck and checking in with Blake, and Blake on the other hand “I’ll feel a lot better, when we’re together on that platform.” which just is such a perfect example of exactly the things that they’re about to say to each other. Yang being brave, caring, Blake knowing what she wants, Yang.

And then Yang, not getting anywhere, defaults to supporting Blake. Trusting that Blake will figure out the puzzle here, because she’s smart, which Yang says in her trusty dorky humor, lightening the mood on top of lifting up Blake.

And then Yang with that loud ass “You have cat ears” and the doofy smile, and holy shit I only just noticed but one of Blake’s ears literally flicks toward Yang after that line. But then Yang much gentler saying “I think your cat ears are cute.” Because she’s not trying to lighten the mood this time, this one’s real.

And then when Blake figures out what it is, saying thing’s they’ve never said, Yang defers to her, she doesn’t do the expected thing of saying a silly line, she gives Blake the room so to speak. Immediately trusting Blake’s judgement here and maybe more importantly, letting Blake set the bar for just how deep this would be.

And this is where it starts fucking me up, Blake’s start is an immediate shot through the heart. “I think you’re an extraordinary person.” We see Yang’s face go from her usual playful smirk to genuine surprise. And it reminds me so much of Yang’s answer to Oobleck back in Volume 2. Yang heard what her team’s goals were and she found herself lacking. Ruby wanted to be the hero who saved people, Weiss wanted to bring back the honor of her family, Blake wanted to help her people, and Yang, Yang wasn’t any of that, she didn’t have a noble goal, she was, just Yang. For Blake, someone that Yang has admired and loved for so long to say that she’s extraordinary. It runs so counter to how she’s always seen herself.

And Blake keeps going, “always the first to lighten a situation, you act bravely when you’re afraid.” Two more huge points. Because this is who Yang has always been. The jokes and the bravado, it’s a nice mask to hide behind but these traits Blake points out, is possibly the first time anyone in Yang’s life has ever actually seen her. When Summer died, when Raven left, when Tai fell apart. It was just her and Ruby, and what did Yang do? She put on a brave face, she made jokes and played games, and filled Ruby’s life with as many moments of joy as she could. Because Ruby deserved a happy childhood. Because Yang is above all else, brave and kind. And then Blake finished with “you do what you say.” and this one is personal to her especially. Blake who’s been manipulated and deceived so many times, for some many years by someone she thought she could trust. And this time, Yang is what Blake thought Adam might be at the start. All those ideals and manipulations he used to make himself look better than he was. Yang just is all of those things.

And then, as others have pointed out, Blake’s “Try to keep up!” doing for Yang what Yang always does for others. Lightening Yang’s load this time.

Yang’s response “I like that you’ve never been intimidated by me.” Yang who’s always been too, who obscures piece of herself almost instinctively. Who’s had so much anger in her that it feels like too much. Not with Blake, never with Blake. Blake who’s seen Yang truly get angry, and still trusts her, isn’t afraid because she knows Yang. Even in the emerald forest. And then Yang bringing up how Blake doesn’t give up. Blake who spent so much time hating herself for running, being a coward. And Yang who even at the beginning said things like “you’re not one to back down from a challenge.” Because even when Blake was still so scarred by her trauma, Yang saw who she really was, someone who doesn’t give up. “You know what matters to you.” and god just, the way that Yang is so spot on but so blind, that she doesn’t see how what matters most to Blake now, is her.

And it’s insane to me because Yang has spent her whole life putting herself last. Always putting those around her in front because they’re all incredible and she’s just Yang. She never saw that Blake picked her in the Emerald Forest, that Blake carried her through the ruins of Beacon, that Blake was so sorry that Yang got injured. She didn’t see what a broken down mess Blake became after.

And then they stare at each other so lovingly, so tenderly, god it makes me insane. And Yang is so scared. Yang’s so used to acting when she’s scared, but that’s always been in times of danger, not with her emotions. She’s spent her whole life bottling those up and locking them away so no one can see the deepest parts of her.

And then the way that CRWBY so perfectly gave Blake the initiative, but had Blake use to nudge Yang to finally say what she feels, for Yang to finally let her wants and hopes be spoken, to not have to hide herself anymore. And Yang still so terrified “I think i’m in love with you.” Saying it like she’s giving Blake an out, like she can back out of these feelings or something. And it’s crazy cuz it’s Yang saying what she feels but not pushing, never pushing. Blake who’s spent so many years being pushed around and controlled and told what to do. And Yang who has never ever pushed her, never forced her to do things she doesn’t want to or be someone she doesn’t want to be, even now, even when all Yang wants is Blake, she still refuses to push any of it on Blake. And Blake, fuck, Blake knowing, knowing how terrified Yang is, how even now Yang is still so patient, so held back, saying “I love you too” almost before Yang’s even finished. Because she doesn’t want to give Yang even a second, not even a fraction of a moment to think that Blake might not love her back.

Yang’s stunned because how could this be real. Yang who’s spent her whole life being left behind, finally finding someone who wants her just as badly and she wants them. They lean in and you can see on Yang’s face how she’s still so stunned, but every motion makes it more and more real and then they’re kissing, and they’re so close together and Yang pulls her closer because it’s not close enough and GOD I’M INSANE ABOUT THEM!

But yeah, that’s all I got, i’m sure there’s plenty of things i’m forgetting that also apply in this scene, but just, so many parts of this confession and kiss reminded me of their past and how much they’ve grown since then and I couldn’t help but point them out. Thank you for reading!

#rwby #rwby spoilers #bumbleby #meta #?

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imaginemcyt · 2 months

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being childhood best friends with cc!ranboo would include...

synopsis: what it was like growing up best friends with ranboo

tw: none!

listen to: count on me by bruno mars, twin size mattress by the front bottoms, the best day by taylor swift

you probably met in your early school days, most likely first grade or so (you'd be like 6 for those of you who don't go to american public school!)

you'd become friends pretty fast, always picking each other during partner work time and playing with each other on the playground

you probably poked at worms and drew each other little pictures 😭😭😭😭😭

growing up your parents knew him and their parents knew you, so you'd always spend time at each other's houses

summers were always the best because you got to spend nearly every day together, always swimming at his house or riding your bikes around your neighborhood

when you were twelve, you got into a pretty big fight and didn't talk to each other for almost a month. it was the longest you'd ever been apart, and you both cried when you finally made up. your parents were extremely worried about the two of you

when you got to be about 13, your body changed quickly, and they were always the first to hype you up when you felt down about yourself, and they always stuck up for you if you got bullied or received unwanted attention

he became a personal guard dog for you 😭

they'd literally just intimidate people with their height and that's all it took

you were his support system when discovering his gender and sexuality and they will never ever forget that

you're genuinely their soulmate. even if not romantically, you're two halves of one whole, and you both know it deep down

you're the first person he goes to when he blows up online

you're in full support, but you want to remain completely anonymous and uninvolved

you don't want their clout, and they love you for that

everyone around you thinks you guys are dating, and you don't make a big deal out deal of denying it, just a simple "no, they're just my best friend!"

as ran continues to grow online, you remain entirely out of the public eye for a couple years

in late 2022, he introduces you to his fanbase and they love you!!

after that you still stay pretty private, only really joining for a couple streams and videos here and there

chat always asks about you

they love to tell stories about you on stream

when he moves to the uk, you cry harder than you ever have, but you understand that he sort of needs to for his career path, and you're in support

they promise to still call and text you every day

before he leaves though, you guys kinda have an "oh, duh" moment where you're like,, wait. you're an adult, too,, you could literally just go with him.....

so you do! you move to the uk with them!

your parents all see you off and you all cry together, but they know you'll be alright because you have each other to lean on

eventually you're introduced to aimsey, bill, tommy, tubbo (im delulu), freddie, and others such as wilbur, james, ash, phil, and charlie

you are an official member of cricket crew

sometimes you guys will go back to america and visit your hometown in california, driving together down your old town's streets, windows down and music up, reminiscing

they will cuddle you or hold your hand (/p) if you ever want or need them to

ceo of piggyback rides.

he knows you so well that you don't even have to ask

tesco trips. y'all never have to argue about who is going to do the shopping, you always go together because it's fun. hanging on the shopping buggy, riding it through the aisles, buying a bunch of things that you most definitely do not need

they 100% spoil you. they will buy you anything and everything, just because they wanted to. you try to do the same as much as you can, but he always wins because they have that streamer money 😔

you both have so many stories and so much blackmail on each other

and photos... my god, the pictures yall have........

birthday gifts are never serious, you always get each other gag gifts and inside joke related gifts

christmas is when you literally spoil each other

they always bring home your favorite snacks when they're out

if you're a gamer, they're introducing you to new games they found and learning how to play them with you

if you're not a gamer, he's teaching you how to play his favorites just for fun!

if they get too scared playing a horror game they'll call you into the room and make you sit with them and be scared too :P

you guys have this sixth sense, when something is wrong, you just... know. ran's upset? you don't even have to talk before you're already hugging him. you're sad? he's leaving tommy's house right now because he can't explain it, there's just a disturbance in the force

whenever anyone asks how you guys met/how long you've been friends, he always sounds so proud when he says "oh, i've known them my whole life!"

y'all are so sweet i swear to god

#mcyt #mcyts x reader #x reader #ranboo headcanon #ranboo x reader #ranboo #ranboo mcyt #cricket crew x reader #cricket crew

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Why Couldn’t I Be- Jake Sim x Gn! Reader

a/n: hi guys i got really sad again and disappeared for 3 days. my bad ☺️

MASTERLIST

warnings- the reader is just kinda meh and here comes jake being insane ig??? also lowercase intended

wc- maybe like 500 words?? i’m writing this on my phone while my friends asleep next to me so lolz

taking a couple days off from everything and writing yourself off as “fine” to all your friends was a dumb move. because next thing you knew you were at your parents house in your childhood bedroom wondering what on earth you were even doing with your life. spending part of your summer at home was smart but it still didn’t stop the scary future thoughts from envading your brain.

you shivered at the thought of another existential crisis, you had too many of those this week and the next thing you needed was another reason to freak yourself out.

you got shaken out of your thoughts when you got a call, without even looking you answered it.

“did you finally pick up or is this your stupid joke voicemail?”

“it’s me…” you said softly. your voice tired from all the tears earlier.

“oh… i didn’t think you’d actually- well-“ jake was stumbling over his words and it confused you really badly.

“what..?” you asked, trying to rub your eyes .

“i’m outside.”

“you’re what.” frantically you stood up and looked out the window. low and behold there was jake sim waving at you from the driveway.

“you can’t be here someone is literally going to see you and then my ugly face is going to be all over dispatch!” you rushed over to the door as you watched him walk up to your house.

the next thing you knew you heard a knock, swinging open the door you pulled jake into your home.

“what are you doing here.” you demanded and shut the door behind him.

“you haven’t answered any of my calls. you usually do. so i showed up.” jake shrugged like it was the most simple thing in the world.

“you can’t just leave your abode in your little company world. i don’t want to be all over dispatch i already feel ugly enough!” you were pacing back and forth at this point. jake look confused and he stopped you.

you looked up at him and he started speaking, “what do you mean you feel ugly?”

“i- jake seriously this isn’t important…” you turned away from him and walked to your couch. you laid face down.

after a few seconds you felt a hand on your back, softly rubbing your back, “it is important. you said you were fine and you clearly aren’t.”

“it’s been a couple day-“

“it’s been a week.” jake said in a matter of fact tone. you looked up at him.

“you’re making my sad episode an ‘i told you so’ conversation..?” you asked.

jake shrugged, “okay and? you’re laughing.”

“oh! y/n i’m sorry i didn’t know you had your boyfriend over-“ your mom walked in after getting groceries.

“he’s no-“

“oh! miss l/n! sorry for the intrusion.” jake stood up and looked at your mom. quickly walking over and assisting her with whatever groceries.

your mom let him help, “it’s alright!”

“y/n just went off the radar for a bit so i got worried. as any boyfriend would.” he side eyed you before smiling to your mom.

what the hell was he on about? and why was this so amusing to him?

you shrugged and walked up to your room, if he had energy to talk to people then that’s good for him. but as for you, you were going to lay back down in your bed.

before you could get up the stairs all the way you heard someone running up the stairs, you turned around and saw jake practically sprinting up. almost instantly you started laughing and running too. you tried to turn the corner to get to your room but almost slipped and ran into the railing.

you fell to your knees, jake knelt by you laughing as well. you ended up falling over giggling and looking up at him.

“why did you lie to my mom?” you asked between giggles. he looked down at you.

“i didn’t lie. i never said we were dating. i said any boyfriend would be worried.” jake sat down fully next to you. you both sat in the loft in silence.

“do you want to talk about it?” he finally spoke up. you looked at him and sat up. he started to play with your hoodie strings.

taking a deep breath you shrugged, “i honestly don’t know what’s wrong. i’m always scared for the future so that’s normal, i’m always paranoid that’s normal, i don’t know i just feel like something’s wrong with me.”

jake tried to fix your hair as you talked, as it was sticking in all different directions, “sometimes that’ll happen… the only thing you can do is try to focus on other things. and not shut people out.” he lightly flicked your forehead. you shoved him lightly and rubbed where he flicked.

“i didn’t want you to deal with me like this.”

jake huffed, “i’m supposed to.”

“no you have a job. you’re supposed to do that and be cool and know what you want to do with your life.” you laid back down. this time he laid down next to you.

“it’s okay for you to not know…” he mumbled, “even if i know what i want to do right now, who knows what i’m gonna be doing in 10 years.”

you looked at him, he was just staring at the fan circulate on the ceiling, “you’re probably going to be like a rocket scientist or something.”

his brows furrowed and he looked at you laughing, “you overestimate me.”

“yeah, whatever rocket you build would blow up- you’re right.”

jake sat up now, “i could build a rocket!” now making the conversation a competition, “i’m supposed to be your boyfriend! you should be uplifting me!”

“yeah that’s what my mom thinks now. thanks to you.” you sat up and flicked his forehead this time.

“why couldn’t i be?” jake mumbled, you didn’t hear him though.

maybe another day you would, but as for right now, jake was content enough with distracting you from whatever was going on in your head.

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marshmallowprotection · 11 months

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Choi Twins 2023 Birthday Analysis

Would you believe me if I said that I don’t have much to say this time because the details are always too obvious to spend hours trying to figure out what the little details are? I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t trying to figure them out, though... Anyway! Here we go, let’s talk about it!

So, Cheritz already gave away what’s happening in this picture. It isn’t much of a surprise to me because the theme this year is everyone as children. Which, that frightened me the very second we started on Yoosung’s birthday given just how many of our friends were neglected as children. They gave us one of the happier moments in Zen’s childhood, but we, the fans, know that Saeran and Saeyoung spent their childhood in shackles.

I’ve been speculating for months how they’d even handle this. Some of the hard questions I had to ask myself were: What if they have no choice but to draw the two of them apart? What if Saeyoung is in college and Saeran is in the church in this photo? What if it’s like the 2019 split screen? I didn’t think they’d go as far as to show Saeyoung in the field and Saeran in Mint Eye because they’d be older in their years and beyond what we’d consider their young childhood.

So, Cheritz choosing to show one of the only positive days from their childhood was probably for the best. I can’t tell y’all how scared I was we were going to get a photo of them sitting together in their childhood home with a smuggled piece of cake and a single candle. I mean, it’d be touching to think that Saeyoung would want Saeran to have a good birthday moment, but I don’t think anyone could’ve handled that theme.

“Secret Outings” is all you need to hear to connect the dots on this image. It’s a moment where their mother passed out and there’s a small window to get some ice cream, look at the clouds, or feel like they might just escape a living hell one of these days. I think the relief I have over this only comes from the fact that the Twitter Event will have the boys trying to find the good in the bad, and enjoying the realization that their present can be whatever they want it to be and they’re free.

I pray whatever image they’ve got cooked up on Twitter won’t kill me. If it’s the boys are kids trying to enjoy ice cream, I am going to full on cry for a week and i won’t be okay. They always add an image to the Twitter threads so there is really no telling what it’s going to be. It might be a single photo, or there might be two of them and I don’t know what’s worse. The thought of the boys together on the fleeting summer day of freedom... or them apart, celebrating as young boys who miss each other dearly.

Anyway! As you can see, my speculation is more or less taken care of. I know a few things about this photo. The boys are likely outside somewhere because the hard light that’s on Saeyoung’s head implies he is either directly in the line of the sun or he’s standing by a window where the sun is on him. It makes more sense to me that he’s outside from the harshness of the light. I can’t write off either for this situation, but there’s only so much I can dissect from the small window they gave us.

This could be inside OR outside. It’s a window but I can’t tell if they’re inside of a building or not. I would hope not, if only because the angle here seems like it’s... an outside view of a window. I don’t know for sure. I definitely can’t tell from the other half of the image. There are a lot of whites and blues in this photo... and I can tell y’all from experience over the years that anything that’s a light color isn’t going to reveal anything to you whatsoever.

It makes finding Zen and Saeran so much harder than it needs to be... literally. I’ve cried in group photos because if Zen and Saeran are there... it means I’ve got a chance of not only losing them to the background details, but I’ve got the worst chance in the world of screwing up which is which.

Speaking of that, a lot of people have been saying online, “Why is that hair so white?” Again, I’ll give you the answer to that, Saeyoung’s hair looks white due to the hard light that’s hitting him. It’s not Saeran. It’s not a photo of the boys as babies with the wrong hair color like they did with Children’s Day last year. This is just the way light theory acts out.

The Children’s Day photo was done just for the sake of keeping spoilers out and away from the front and center for fans who don’t know everything there is to be aware of at this point, and for the sake of consistency.

They don’t want to draw everyone drastically different from the way they are in the present. That’s why Yoosung, Jaehee, and Saeran don’t look like how they actually would.

Hard light brightens anything it touches. It’s called hard light for a reason, and if you work with photography or digital art, you’d have discovered this a long time ago when you were just starting out. Here’s an example of a basic hard light I’ve done on a photo of Saeyoung just to give y’all something to look at to clear up a round of confusion. You can see right off the bat that it makes him look bright to the eye. His colors are extra saturated and feel garish if you look at him for way too long.

See how his highlights become whiter? Yeah. That’s the same thing that’s going on in this photo. I hope that clears that problem up for anyone since I’ve seen it a lot since the preview was posted last night and I don’t know if anyone’s had a chance to explain how light works in photos.

So, all and all, I think what’s happening in this photo is simple. Saeran is nervous about being outside for too long and Saeyoung is trying to reassure him that the world can’t hurt them as long as they’re together. Which, in hindsight, it hurts so much to think about them having conversations like that and knowing what’s the next step in their lives while they’re none the wiser to it. Saeyoung is the brother who would do anything to see Saeran smile, and Saeran is the brother who has no choice but to cling to Saeyoung and pray for the best.

Saeyoung is wearing a black shirt or jacket. Saeran is wearing a hoodie that’s a few sizes too big for him. Whatever they have are things that Saeyoung got from a donation bin. I don’t think anyone here believes that Mother Choi would care enough to make sure they boys have something on their back. She gives them the bare minimum so she can afford to wet her lips with alcohol. As long as the two of them aren’t dead, that works for her. They don’t need anything but that in her eyes.

This is the first time we’ve seen baby Saeran drawn in something that isn’t the white button-down or the green shirt he wears in the flashback to the cathedral and the Special Believer package. It might be the first time Saeyoung has been drawn in something other than his black hoodie, too. I just don’t know if this one has sleeves? The color is too light on his arms to have sleeves!

It’s a notable detail to me because I would never imagine the boys wearing any clothes that make it easier to tell how small and malnourished they are. I know they’ve got bruises, too. Saeyoung and Saeran would definitely make a point of wearing clothes that cover everything up. They don’t want to attract attention to them. Their father could be anywhere... his men could be just around the corner. Their hair is enough of a dead-giveaway. They don’t need to make it obvious to anyone.

Anyway, I’m excited for the twin’s birthday and I can’t wait to see them. Boys, I love you so very much. You’ve been a part of my life since 2016 and I know that I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for you. That’s why I’m happy this year that the theme is everyone as children. They all survived and made it a place in this world where they had each other as family. The RFA is a found family and I am happy to be a part of it. I know we all suffered, but we have each other now in every sense of the word. They’re my family.

I survived, they survived, and I’m happy to say that you’ll get through whatever you’re going through, too. Our past is a part of us, yes, but it doesn’t control our future. That’s what I hope to see when the boys take to Twitter and recount their history. What we’ve survived may always be with us... but, our future can be the place we want it to be as long as we’re ready for it... and I think, Saeyoung and Saeran are ready to tackle the present and the future. I’d like to think we all are after seven years of being a family.

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Hello, it's me again! I really love the headcanons, really simple yet written nicely! I'll be your daily requestor, sending asks for only twice a week so that you can have some rest.

Here's my second one. I hope it isn't too much for you. How about ArTw men with a MC who is a huge Swiftie? (because I'm a Swiftie too, I love all Taylor's albums) Honestly, many people ignore asks that involves Taylor Swift and I don't know why 😭 Anyway, that's all for today. Thank you!

Hello hello again :) Personally, I'm not a Swiftie, but half my school's population is, so I think I can do this

A Summoner who is a Swiftie

Arcturus:

Wants to hear some of the songs (I hope you can sing bestie)

Can and will listen to you rant of Taylor Swift and her songs and/or albums

Realistically speaking you can't just travel so casually to and from the boundary, but lets just say you can, just because

Will willingly go for the Eras Tour with you

Becomes a Swiftie himself

You guys will listen to her at 3am when Arcky knits and cuddles you

Spica

He is honestly surprised at how many songs she has, it's literally amazing

If you really are a hardcore Swiftie, he would find everyway possible to get her to perform in the boundary, or take you to Mid Earthium himself

He will spend money to get you tickets for the Eras Tours (sugar daddy fr)

Will get you merch for your birthday

Listens to her when doing paperwork

It helps him calm down when Alpheratz doesn't show up for yet another meeting

Alpheratz

He first found out about this when you subconsciously hummed a song under your breath

Now he wants to know who is artist of said song (I don't know what song either I don't listen to Taylor Swift)

Does his best to stay awake when you rant to him about how amazing Taylor is

Secretly thinks you're cute when talk so happily like that

Listens to her when sleeping

Would probably put her on full volume in earphones so that he wouldn't have to hear Spica nag at him

Pollux

He gives paper rings vibes to me, honestly (I'm not sure actually, but I like the perkiness)

Almost immediately becomes a Swiftie too

You both could go on hours talking about her

The 2 of you go bug Spica to bring you both to see the Eras Tour

He would buy merch for you both if he had money

You both blast it at full volume in your rooms (Spica has filed a noise complaint, you 2 simply don't care)

Both of you have one earphone in during classes (My friend did that once)

Vega

He may or may not already know this fact, considering you both were childhood friends

Is used to listening to you rant about Taylor Swift, and will do it again

Also thinks you are super cute when you do that

This is pretty nostalgic for him as well, it was something you both listened too in Mid Earthium

Isn't that big of a fan, but if you are happy so is he

Concerts aren't his thing either, but he would gladly go with you if it means he can spend more time with you

Sirius

HE IS CRUEL SUMMER BUT HUMAN FIGHT ME

Will definitely tease you a little about how much you love Taylor Swift

But would eventually start liking her music as well

Do yall also think Sirius can sing? I do, he will sing for you.

Maybe. If you bug him enough, or if he's in the mood

He can kinda relate to some songs (I'll let you pick which ones)

Ughhhh Sirius gives Cruel Summer fr

Will find a way to get you merch, I mean he literally already does illegal stuff, I'm sure he can get you merch from Mid Earthium

Don't blame me, love made me crazy, if it doesn't you ain't doing it right

Okay this is way shorter than I normally write but as a non-swiftie I hope I got it

Remember to stay hydrated and get enough sleep :)

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight summoner #arcana twilight h

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once-upon-an-animation · 1 year

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If I could redo Percabeth in PJO/HoO…

The more I shed my childhood nostalgia and think about Percy and Annabeth’s love story more critically, the more I find myself feeling unsatisfied with the way their relationship and its development was executed. If I could change certain aspects of their relationship, here’s what I would change:

- To start off, I wouldn’t change anything in TLT or SoM. I feel like the way they were progressing was great in these two books. It was in TTC and onwards that things started getting weird for me in terms of Percabeth (and just Annabeth’s character overall tbh. I’ve seen some people say that Luke’s redemption arc kind of had some negative consequences for her characterisation and I sort of have to agree).

- I would remove all the instances of Annabeth hitting Percy or seeming like she wants to hit Percy. While I wouldn’t go as far as to call Percabeth abuse, the hitting does make me uncomfortable. I don’t buy the whole “this is just how demigods act!” excuse, because we never see Percy hit Annabeth back. In fact, we never see any of the boys in this franchise hit their female friends or girlfriends as far as I recall. And that’s obviously because it would be extremely alarming to read something like that, so it shouldn’t be okay in the reverse.

The hitting doesn’t really add anything of value to the story and there are other ways to show that Annabeth is a tough, strong, no-nonsense girl without her ever laying a hand on Percy. I want her to reserve her aggressiveness for her enemies, and show some gentleness towards her boyfriend.

- Along that same vein, I would take away the element of Percabeth’s relationship where Percy feels fear towards Annabeth or feels like he can’t state his opinion on something in fear of making her mad or upset. This is most prominent in the Crown of Ptolemy short story where Percy literally states that he has a “healthy fear” of Annabeth because she’s kicked his butt plenty of times. That line makes me EXTREMELY uncomfortable. I have never met anyone in a genuinely healthy relationship who has a “healthy fear” of their partner. I’ve met people who respect their partner and cherish their feelings, but not feeling genuine fear. I want Percy to feel confident in this relationship and feel comfortable being himself. I don’t like reading lines about Annabeth “kicking his butt” at all. I feel like Rick adds this stuff because he’s either using that typical “my wife is tough and is the boss of our relationship” humour that boomers use or because he thinks we think it’s cute. But I don’t think it’s cute. Like I said, it’s a little uncomfortable.

- I would allow them to communicate more between the summers. It’s never really made clear how often Percy and Annabeth are communicating with each other between the books but it doesn’t seem like that much. I find it odd that Percy and Annabeth are developing a friendship/falling in love but are seemingly not talking to each other much during the year. It doesn’t have to be everyday, but just make it clear that they’re making regular contact and maintaining their friendship outside of camp.

- I would give them more stuff to have in common aside from their quests/trauma. I find this really important because while the opposites-attract trope is kind of cute, I’ve always wondered what Percy and Annabeth’s dynamic is like outside of quests. What do to they talk about? What are their more mundane conversations like? What do they like to do together? Why do they like spending time together? How do they decide what they’re going to do for dates?

The way Percabeth is currently written, it’s hard to tell if they have any interests or hobbies in common, and what their interactions are like when they’re not discussing demigod stuff. It kind of seems like they just tolerate each other’s interests but don’t have many shared interests that they use to connect with each other. I want them to bond over other things aside from their quests and traumas to show that there are other reasons why they gravitate towards each other. This is important to me because I want Percy and Annabeth to have more things that they like specifically about each other that they couldn’t generally find in other people.

- This one is more of a personal preference, but I would love to have seen Percy and Annabeth acknowledge each other’s birthdays a little more prior to TLO. I think Annabeth’s birthday being in July was something added in retrospect in HoH, but it would have been nice to see Annabeth acknowledge Percy’s birthdays even just as friends before they started getting romantic, just to solidify how important this friendship was becoming. Maybe she arranged for a birthday card to be sent to him or something.

- I want Annabeth to better acknowledge the ways in which Luke tried to harm Percy. I remember in BoTL, there’s a specific line where Annabeth says to Percy: “You want him to be evil, is that it?” This line has always kind of bothered me because Percy isn’t regarding Luke as evil out of nowhere. Luke has actively tried to harm many people up until this point, including Percy. As the girl who cares about him, it should mean something to Annabeth that Luke has tried to kill her best friend/her crush on more than one occasion. But correct me if I’m wrong, I feel like she doesn’t really acknowledge that when discussing Luke? I don’t know; I just feel like when you like someone, it should deeply upset you when another person tries to harm them. I wanted to see Annabeth with a more balanced and comprehensive view of Luke as opposed to sort of glossing over his wrongdoings from TTC onwards. (This moreso ties into my mixed feelings on whether Luke was truly a hero, but that’s a different story).

- I would change the way that the Annabeth/Rachel/Percy love triangle is resolved. Now I generally don’t like love triangles because they’re usually cringey, cliche, or just poorly done. I don’t mind this particular triangle however because I do enjoy the angst to some degree, but I’m not very impressed with its resolution on behalf of everyone involved.

First of all, the lack of an apology from Annabeth to Rachel is an absolute travesty. Annabeth is definitely old enough to recognize that she was being rude/mean when she didn’t have to be, and she really should have said sorry. I would have also loved it if there was a scene of Annabeth recognizing that she’s not entitled to a relationship with Percy. I do want Percy and Annabeth to end up together, but I would have just loved to see more respect for Percy’s autonomy from Annabeth? Idk, I like it when best friends are able to respect each other’s freedoms and show that they just want their friend to be happy, even when that means a romantic relationship with someone else; it shows that they really have a genuine love for each other as people. Lastly, I remember in House of Hades where Annabeth says that she likes to bring Rachel up from time to time to make Percy uncomfortable and keep him on his toes. I don’t like this at all and found it extremely unnecessary. What value does this add to the story aside from making Annabeth seem kind of mean? This love triangle died in TLO, let it stay dead.

Second of all, I don’t like how passive Percy is in the resolution of this love triangle. While I don’t really agree with their arguments, I can understand why some anti-Percabeth folks feel like Annabeth was a rebound for Percy or how Percy just kind of settled for her because his other option conveniently removed herself from the equation. What would Percy have done if Rachel had never become the oracle, or was still allowed to date as an oracle? Would he just have continued sort of flip-flopping the two girls? I don’t think so, based on everything that happens during the Battle of Manhattan, but I wish the narrative would have emphasized that more. The easiest way to fix this would have been to have Percy make an explicit choice prior to Rachel becoming the oracle OR to have him make some kind of statement on what he would have chosen after Rachel became the oracle. Overall, I want to see Percy reflect on the love triangle and reflect on why he chose Annabeth. Just a little something that would make his choice for Annabeth more clear and more firm.

Overall, I just wanted the characters to think about the impact of the love triangle a little more. I wanted to see them acknowledge what went wrong and what they could have done differently, and I wanted to see them gain some wisdom from it.

- As far as HoO goes, in addition to the writing quality generally not being as great, most of what I don’t like about Percabeth in HoO are continuations of what I didn’t like in PJO. So I won’t repeat myself.

- The lack of a post-Tartarus reflection scene between Percy and Annabeth is easily the most devastating writing decision ever made for this couple. How are y’all literally gonna walk through hell together with all these dark experiences, but there’s no sort of private follow up between the two of you as a couple? Rick had time to write “Nachos After The War” but he couldn’t write a scene of Percy and Annabeth reflecting on their time in Tartarus together? This was such a golden opportunity for them to have a really meaningful and loving conversation with each other and make one final statement on the meaning of their relationship but noooooooo.

And that’s it! Long post, I know. I want to make it clear that I am not anti-Percabeth. I love this pairing and I see a lot of potential in their relationship. But I do view them a lot more critically now that I’m older, and there are lots of little things that I wish had been different in retrospect.

#percabeth #anti percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #Percy Jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #PJO #hoo #rick riordan

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cinnabunhwa · 8 months

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i just recently read your ateez fic and i loved it! i saw that you were ok with writing for the boyz, so is it ok for me to request a sangyeon one? this recent comeback has got me on a chokehold i’m afraid and he’s not even my bias to begin with lol ;_; but if you could write a summery fic for him i would be thrilled! <3

Say All I Want Is You

pairing: sangyeon x gn!reader

genre: fluff, childhood friends to lovers

summary: you're on summer break from university and decided to go home. reunited with your brother jacob and his best friend sangyeon, you make some plans to go to the beach. you grew up with the two of them and have so many memories together, could one day change that?

warnings: slight suggestiveness (reader checks out sangyeon), use of "little one" as a term of endearment

words: 1.849k

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tags: @kflixnet

“Aaaand that’s the last of it,” Sangyeon huffed, placing down the heavy bags you brought home.

“Why are you acting like you carried the sun?” You laughed, playfully smacking his arm.

He fell to the floor with a thud and wailed dramatically, “MY ARM IS FALLING OFF WOE IS ME WHATEVER WILL I DOOOoo OW-“

“Can your arm maybe fall off when you’re not in the middle of the doorway? It’s seriously too hot for this.” Jacob asked, nudging Sangyeon with his leg while he stepped over him.

Grinning, Sangyeon flew to his feet and he and Jacob began bickering as they usually did. Giggling to yourself you brought your bags the rest of the way in, placing them down in your childhood room. It was your last summer break before you graduated with your degree and you decided to spend this one back at home since you were thinking about applying to jobs in other cities. Other people suggested doing internships, but you had been doing them since you began your undergraduate studies. One summer to yourself before another major life change wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

Looking around the room there was evidence of the three of you hanging out. It was always Sangyeon, the boy who lived across the street, Jacob, and you, Jacob’s younger sibling. No matter where they went, you were sure to follow. As you walked through your childhood room you couldn’t help but be amazed at how many memories had been laid out by your parents before they went on their cruise. So many years of the dumbest things: mainly you all getting into trouble.

“Ah! I never thought I’d see that mud picture again,” Sangyeon said, startling you.

“Sorry,” Jacob smiled sympathetically, “I could only take so much of his jokes.”

Sangyeon offered you a wink and you caught on.

“Well that’s not the only thing you mmFH-“ your brother’s hand was over your mouth silencing you immediately, but it was too late.

“Whaaat is that what happened with that one-“ Sangyeon laughed before Jacob was covering his mouth next.

“Whoa Cobie I don’t know if I’m the right person for this move,” Sangyeon joked after removing Jacob’s hand from his mouth.

During their playfight Jacob had accidentally covered Sangyeon’s mouth as his back hit the wall. Rolling his eyes, Jacob removed his hand.

“Love you guys, but I really need to unpack and I don’t want to be part of,” you gestured to them, “whatever is happening here.”

“Alright, alright,” ruffling your hair, Jacob nodded at the door and began to leave your room.

“We still on for tomorrow?” Sangyeon asked.

“What’s happening tomorrow?” You questioned, never one to be left out of their plans even if you had literally just gotten back.

“We’re going paddle boarding! I was going to ask if you wanted to come with at dinner,” Jacob replied.

Nodding, you gave them a thumbs up before turning back to your bags full of clothes. As they left you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. This is going to be a great summer.

You wake to sounds of rummaging coming from across the hall. Looking at the time, it was 9am and the paddle boarding trip wasn’t until 11 so there was no reason for the rummaging to be so frantic. Sleepily you walked over to Jacob’s room, knocking loud enough for him to hear.

“Everything ok in there?”

A thud hits the door before Jacob appears before you in his work clothes grimacing.

“That’s a weird paddle board suit but I’ll give you a C for the effort,” you mused.

“The boss called me in today,” Jacob said, pushing past you to put his shoes on, “she said that we had a meeting that needed everyone present but forgot to tell me when approving the day off.”

You crossed your arms at this news; your brother’s boss was known for doing this often (at least that’s what Sangyeon told you). He hadn’t been able to hang out much and he requested in advance that he had this day off to spend with you since you were finally in town again, but unfortunately it was a meeting with the upper bosses. Definitely one that couldn’t be missed.

“So what am I supposed to tell Sangyeon?” You frowned, it was only your second day back and you were already going to be the bearer of less than optimal news.

“Tell him I’m so sorry and that Angela forgot that today had an important meeting I couldn’t miss,” he said while ruffling your bedhead.

Swatting at him you gestured towards the front door, “go on, being late is the last thing you’d need after all that.”

“I’ll make it up to you two, I swear,” Jacob said, and you believed him. Jacob always did his best to keep his word and was someone that you knew you could always rely on in troubling times.

Your eyes followed his car out of the driveway, sighing a bit before they landed on a figure who was walking your way. Sangyeon scratched his head as he watched the car pull off before crossing the street to get to you.

“Please don’t tell me-“ he started.

“Angela forgot about an important meeting and he had to go,” you reiterated, frowning slightly. “He said he’d make it up to us, so maybe we should wait for him before we-“

“No way, we should definitely still go,” Sangyeon said, “I already got all my paddle boarding things out and it’s been forever since I’ve seen you..”

He whispered the last part, but it had caught your ear. You had always been fond of Sangyeon. He had been a constant in your life for so long, and the way he was pouting as he looked at you just made you want to wipe it off his face.

“Okay,” you smiled, “but I get the red board.”

“Fiiiiine,” he said with a smile.

“And ice cream”

“Okay now you’re pushing it,” he joked, shoving you with his shoulder.

As you both headed to the beach, the topics were overflowing. What you’ve been up to, what your friends were like, if there were any clubs you’d joined other than the ones you were already part of. It struck you as a bit odd since you thought he would have known the answers to these questions but you tell him anyway. He just really enjoys seeing the sparkle in your eyes when you talk about the things you like and he wished, no, hoped that you talked about him like that when your friends talk about home.

Growing up across the street from you was one of the best and worst things that happened to him. One of the best because he never had to look far if he ever missed you, but one of the worst because he fell for his best friend’s sibling and they had no idea. But Jacob wasn’t blind, and he could definitely see the way Sangyeon would quietly care for you when you weren’t paying attention. Adding food to your plate when you would serve everyone else, always making sure you got the comfy seats when the three of you would hang out, suggesting places he knew you’d love because it’s like he had a list in his brain, but most of all he could see the way he hung onto your words, even when he was trying to hide it. Sangyeon always made sure that you felt heard, and that your opinion had weight. Jacob wasn’t sure if you noticed it and didn’t say anything for his sake, but he felt that maybe this meeting was a blessing in disguise.

“YA,” you shouted, blocking the wave created by Sangyeon’s paddle with your hands.

Smirking, he began to paddle away, seated comfortably with his legs hanging on either side of the board. You were laying belly down, and he had argued that today was a day for paddle boarding, not for surfing, but you couldn’t be bothered to move. But Sangyeon knew just how to rile you up. He paddled himself in slow circles around you, “accidentally” splashing you with the full force of his paddle, but “I’m just trying to paddleboard here!”

You glared at him, “oh yeah? We should try it standing up. Last one standing has to buy the ice cream.”

You were not giving up on the ice cream.

“If you think you can handle it, let’s go little one,” he said, overconfident and underestimating the power of ice cream.

Sitting up on your board, you slowly get to your feet. It’s a bit shaky considering while you were in school you didn’t have time to surf much less paddleboard, but you find a way. After being firmly planted and balanced, you looked up to acknowledge your childhood friend but what you saw nearly made you fall over and lose immediately. Out of his own sheer determination to win, Sangyeon removed his swim shirt, and began to stand. You shook your head, determined to focus on balancing and definitely not your best friend who looked like he did nothing but work out seven days a week and probably twice a day some days.

“Oh? Don’t mind me, it was just getting hot out here under all this sun,” he grinned, watching you attempt to school your expression.

You snapped your head down to your paddle and after a few seconds of deliberation began to paddle toward him.

“Yknow I knew you missed me but, wait no you can’t that’s-“

You jumped directly on him, his body breaking the water followed by yours. Instead of holding on, you kicked your legs in order to reach the surface faster. You were laughing so hard your lungs hurt. The incredulous look on his face paired with seeing his larger form try so hard to use his little paddle to get away was too much for you to handle. You held onto his board and laid your head on it, trying to catch your breath before he surfaced. You always felt like a kid around him. He brought out a piece of you that allowed your inner child to shine and be happy. You knew in life you would always have your brother, but along with him, you would always have your Sangyeon. The waves shifted, and you felt two arms cage your form.

“That was SUCH a cheap move,” he whispered, his breath fanning your ear. He wasn’t touching you, but the proximity was making your head spin. He rested his chin on your left shoulder, feigning a pout.

Drawing in a shaky breath to steady yourself, you turned to face him.

“There weren’t any rules, so I guess you’re buying ice cream,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him just like when you were kids.

He chuckled lowly, absolutely able to see that he was affecting you just as much as you affected him.

“On one condition”

“Depends”

“It’s a date”

a/n: WHEW this was brewing in my brain all week but I wasn't able to get to my laptop much. i made sangyeon a bit goofier here but i feel like his cute goofy side does shine when he's with less people or even just that one person he's got his eye on ;) i hope i did him some justice 💗 thank you so much for loving the ateez fic, i hope u have a wonderful day ^^

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baxteravenue · 2 years

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FROM TIME…

a/n: idk what this is… it can be fluff and it can be angst and it can also be childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers to secret thing idk…. enjoy lol.

JACK HARLOW: What’s up?

JACK HARLOW: I’m in your city…

You knew you had a busy week, being a big girl with a grownup job and all that. You were prepared for the countless editing you had to do for your publishing company so you had prepared yourself to be locked away in your office at your home.

Jack Harlow being in New York City, now that had not been on the list.

You and Jack had grown up together, living literally only a few houses away from one another but that was all. He had gone to Atherton and you were sent to an all girls catholic school thirty minutes from where you lived which led to you hardly ever being around and making friends from the other side of Louisville.

It was actually you who had introduced Jack to his long time best friend Urban. You had met Urban because your best friend in ninth grade was dating him and you had invited them both to your fifteenth birthday party at your house that Jack had also attended.

Things never clicked for you and Jack like they did him and Urban, not in a friendship way at least.

After maybe two years of not talking after you had gone to college and Jack had moved to Atlanta you had seen him at a party in New York City.

“Jack?” You hardly recognize him with his new look, he’s growing out his facial hair. He looks more mature from what you remember, “Jack Harlow?”

He turns around quickly, a smile on his face as if he’s going to say hi to a fan but as soon as he sees your face his smile turns up more. “Y/N?”

“Jack!” You move in for a hug, his accent immediately bringing you home.

“What the heck are you doing here?”

He disregards the group of people he was talking to before, diving into his situation. “I’m here recording music. Supposed to be around for about two to three weeks.”

“Wait, you’re like actually doing the damn thing with music aren't you?” You remember twelve year old Jack making you buy a CD off of him in middle school.

He nods, “Trying to at least.”

“That’s good. You're passionate, it's a good thing to have.”

Jack nods, trying to be subtle as he looks you up and down. “You stay in the city right?”

You smiled, nodding.

You ended up spending the rest of his time there with him, listening to his music, helping him with lyrics and even recording a fake voicemail for one of his songs on his mixtape.

It was all really platonic for the two of you, besides the flirty exchanges and the long gazing and the fact that you couldn’t separate the two of you. You and Jack had always ended up sitting practically on each other in every setting.

“I like you, you know that?” Jack leaned into your ear as the two of you sat in a booth at a club, he only had a couple days left before he was needed back in Atlanta and he didn’t want to leave without letting you know, “Like I’m feelin’ you.”

You looked surprised, smiling. “Really?”

He nodded, “Mhm. I like hanging out with you, and talking to you makes my fuckin’ day and I’ma be honest I haven't felt like this in a while.”

“I like you too, I was just too scared to really say anything because you're going back to Atlanta.”

Jack nodded, thinking. “Look I’m not gonna hold you I’m young and you know I got urges and I’m sure you do too. But you’re graduating in a couple months and at the beginning of summer I’m going on tour. I want you with me.”

You were going to graduate from Columbia in a couple months, you were graduating from an Ivy and yet the words that came out of Jack’s mouth no matter how red they looked you wanted to be with Jack.

You nodded, “Okay.”

So when he left he gave you a kiss, one that he knew you’d hold onto and promised to text you whenever he could and he did. You got texts from him everyday, calls from him once in a while, and facetimes almost every night.

He even surprised you at your graduation, yelling so loud as you crossed the stage.

Summer was so much fun with him, the tour was incredible and your feelings only grew larger as the two of you got closer not only physically but romantically.

That was until you started your big girl job and Jack started getting more and more notoriety and the two of you became harder to reach.

You and Jack however, were not on bad terms. Although the last time the two of you had really spoken things had ended weirdly. Things were brought up and left in the air.

Jack had invited you to his New York show of the Creme De La Creme Tour, it would be the first time you’ve seen Jack in months and naively you were giddy and excited.

You were ready to get a full night’s sleep when you heard a knock at the door, you glanced at it confused on who would be here that late. Your confused look quickly disappeared as you heard Jack’s voice on the other side.

You opened it, immediately jumping onto him. “Jack! What the heck?”

You could feel his smile against your neck, “I’d rather sleep in your bed than a random hotel room.”

It was so easy to forget about everything whenever Jack was around, so easy to get lost in him and you always got lost in him.

“M’sorry about the last time…” Jack hummed into your bare back, his arms wrapped around your waist, “You know…”

You turned around to face him, “Shhhh… It’s fine. I’m just happy you’re here.”

It was so nice to wake up to Jack’s sleeping face, to him sleeping in your bed. You quickly got up putting on his shirt that reached right above your knee and made your way into the kitchen to make some breakfast.

Right as you finished Jack walked into the kitchen, placing a kiss on your cheek letting his hands roam up the big shirt you wore.

You giggled, “The food Jack…”

He began placing tiny kisses along your neck. “Let me eat my first meal first.”

The two of you walked into the venue hand in hand, like nothing had changed. It was always like that whenever you saw each other.

“Y/N!” Urban smiled, “I was hoping you’d be here.”

“No other place I’d be.” You smiled back.

Jack leaned down, kissing you. “I’m gonna go do soundcheck and I'll be right back.”

You nodded, “Okay.”

Concert days were always hectic, you almost forgot that. You fell back into old habits taking up odd jobs around the venue, eventually ending up at the merch booth with Clay.

“It’s all good Y/N, I got it from here.” Clay nodded, “I think Jack would much rather prefer you in the back with him.”

It was all going so good until you walked into the back room, seeing that it had now been overtaken by multiple nova babe look-alikes. You rolled your eyes, trying your best to ignore them.

You walked up to Jack, trying to wrap your arms around his waist but he quickly moved away. “Hey, Clay said you were working the booth?”

You raised your brow at him, “Should I have stood there?”

“No?” Jack shook his head.

“Right…” You scoffed.

“Don’t start.”

That was enough for you to not want to be there.

You nodded, “You know what I forgot I have something due for work in like an hour so you know I gotta leave.”

Jack smacked his teeth grabbing your arm and pulling you into his dressing room, “What’s up with you? I thought we were past this?”

“So did I Jack, but looking out there I don’t think we are.”

Jack immediately brought you into a kiss, “Y/N. I like you, if I didn’t I would never have shown up last night, I would not have asked you to be here… but you know what it is.”

You know what it is… That you did.

You thought back to the last time you had seen Jack, the talk you both had and those same words that came out then.

“I missed you!” You smiled at Jack, “I feel like you got big and I hardly see you ever now.”

“I just been busy, but you can call… I’ll always pick up.” Jack leaned in closer to you.

You thought back to all the girls he was seen with within the last year, courtesy to close friends on Insta. “Oh I know you’ve been busy but with who… Was it Karen that tweeted about you two having sex or Jade who tagged you at a restaurnt?”

Jack laughed, “You don’t miss a beat huh?”

“You're a celebrity Jack, these girls only want one thing…”

Jack nodded, “It’s why I miss you so much. It’s genuine between us, you’re genuine.”

“Yeah but I can be the most genuine girl in the world and it’s still not gonna do anything, right?” You refenced the last night of the tour and how you wanted more but Jack couldn’t do it. “I still feel the same Jack.”

“I like you Y/N, but I can’t give you what you want permanently.” Jack frowned.

“It’s okay, I love me enough for the both of us.” You smiled.

“I really, really like you though.” Jack leaned in, placing a kiss on your lips, ‘“Like a lot.’

You nodded, “Okay then at least when you’re around me or in New York be mine, give me what I want. Please.”

“I don’t want to hurt you Y/N… You know what it is…”

Yes you did, but it didn’t change how you felt. “Like I said. I love me enough for the both of us.”

You brought yourself back, calming down.

“Sorry.” You frowned.

Jack pulled you into a hug, “It’s nothing personal baby… those girls Urban invited, they all got cameras and I don’t want any pictures getting out of us.”

You took a deep breath in, and then out. “I understand.”

“That’s my girl.” Jack hummed.

That’s my girl, you smiled. It was okay, because you could wait… Because Jack liked you… Because regardless of anything you loved yourself enough for the both of you.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #come home the kids miss you #thats what they all say

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shamelessler · 2 months

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Hi! Do you have any gravity falls tickle headcanons?

A/N: Sorry it took a couple days! I just wrote all these pretty recently<3 Also this is my AU where Bill is turned to a human the summer after his defeat and must spend his time on earth fixing his mistakes

if you want more for the other characters or one of the characters listed here my ask box is ALWAYS open!!

Dipper Pines

He’s canonically very ticklish, much to his disappointment

Usually the loser in every tickle fight he’s ever been in

Genuinely hates being tickled but puts up with it on Mabel’s behalf because she has so much fun

Doesn’t like the feeling of being out of control because he’s a little control freak no matter which way you look at it

His armpits are one of his worst spots

When tickled he’s not a huge squirmer, he’s more of a deer in headlights and will just freeze and laugh like crazy

Kinda of forgets that fighting back is an option because…he’s Dipper.

He has a hard time thinking straight when he’s tickled, so Mabel tickles him when he’s working too hard to distract him

Comfort tickles and soft tickles make him regress

He doesn’t really enjoy tickling all that much because he thinks it’s annoying, but if he had to pick, he’d be a ler….even though he’s usually a lee anyways.

He’s a lee in denial

DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT

On the rare occasion that he gets the upper hand he is a really shy ler

He would be a little intimidated by the lee’s reactions and constantly ask them if they were okay

He doesn’t mean to fluster the lee when he’s checking up on them and asking them if they want a different spot, but his cluelessness makes it so much worse

Only really enjoys tickling Mabel because it brings him back to his childhood but he’ll tickle anyone if they get on his nerves enough

I headcanon that he’s a regressor, so I’ll just say this: he enjoys being tickled much more when he’s small

Tickling is a supremely childish thing to him and can’t bring himself to enjoy it unless he’s tiny

Usually his tickling style is soft and gentle

Mabel Pines

Tickling is one of her favorite activities when it comes to bonding with people!

I guess you could say it’s her love language

She’s 50/50, doesn’t mind being a lee or a ler

It goes without saying that tickle fights are always started by her, if there is a tickle fight in a 10-mile radius she’s somehow the one who started it

I think she likes tickling people because it’s the most fun way of cheering people up!

She’s huge on consent and very easily spots when the lee in uncomfortable and then stops immediately

Tends to tickle a little on the rough side but if the lee wants soft tickles, she’ll do her best

Gives the lee a safe word before starting, even though she can tell when they’ve had enough because she wants them to know she listens to them

Wasn’t very good at boundaries as a kid and she’s learned most of what she knows about when someone doesn’t want to be tickled or touched by growing up with Dipper

Encourages the lee to tickle her back if she goes too far

Adores being tickled by Grenda and Candy specifically

If you tickle her, she will take that as a compliment no matter what because her mind works like “If you want to tickle me, that means you like my laugh!”

Only doesn’t like being tickled if it’s by people she’s deeply discomforted by, like the gnomes or Gideon

Teasing comes naturally to her and she is literally relentless when it comes to verbal teasing

Not a big fan of nonverbal teasing because she prefers to speak her mind and show her love through words

Prideful when it comes to tickling Dipper and would prefer to win a tickle fight with him because they turn everything into a competition

She doesn’t have many tickle spots, but the places where she is ticklish made her scream laugh

Said “scream laugh spots” consist of her knees(behind and on top) and the spot where her ribs meet her armpits

Her laugh is very similar to Dipper’s and when they’re having tickle fights it’s a little hard to tell who is laughing

She’s the opposite of Dipper when it comes to squirming, she flops around like a fish on land even though she likes it she can’t help but wriggle away, so she needs to be held still

Bill Cipher

Only enjoys tickling other people because he likes being in power, it has nothing to do with the lee’s enjoyment

…Except for when it comes to Ford. He would never admit it in his thousands of years being alive, but he specifically tickles Ford to hear his laughter

Didn’t know what tickling was before Mabel tickled him in Sock Opera

He tried tickling himself afterwards but he didn’t feel anything so he just assumed he wasn’t ticklish (he didn’t realize you can’t tickle yourself)

Combines verbal and nonverbal teasing, but only uses it if it worsens the sensation

He can’t stand the taste of his own medicine

The only people he allows to tickle him is Mabel and Ford

When the Pine’s family realized Bill was ticklish, tickles became a way to discourage bad behavior very quickly

Bill pretends to hate being tickled, claiming that he hates his stupid flesh bag of a body because it made him weak to childish human things like tickling

He’s a little intimidated by the threat of tickles, but at the same time he’s very interested in it

Ford is Bill’s caretaker and keeps him under control down in the lab, during the weekly checkups Ford almost always notices Bill squirming when Ford is examining him

He’s a lee leaning switch in denial

When he’s tickled his laughter comes out as very maniacal and evil, but if you tickle the right spot his real laugh will show

His real laughter is strangely sweet

It’s filled with high pitched gasps, and he tends to snort if he’s tickled for too long

Extremely embarrassed by the snorting and when he starts to feel the snorts coming, he begins to beg just in hopes that the ler won’t find out…poor baby!

Squirmiest little thing ever

Most ticklish on his feet

He’s very flustered by his ler talking about his ticklishness out loud

Soft tickles make him melt because he’s not used to affectionate tickling (or tickling in general)

Ford

Ler leaning switch

Of course he’s a good ler, he has 2 extra fingers

He was much more ticklish as a kid

Stan tickled him daily when he was a kid

Kept only one really bad spot from his childhood, that being his neck

His laughter goes squeaky when he’s given raspberries

Tracing his palm and fingers make him melt

Not really because it tickled as much but it just makes him feel so validated that his biggest insecurity is getting that much attention and adoration

He’s only ticklish in a few spots, his torso is practically unfeeling due to how many times Stan got him there

From his hips to his feet are filled with a goldmine of spots that all produce different adorable reactions

(But soft tickles work really well anywhere because he’s not used to them shh)

Tickles Stan and Bill the most cuz…revenge.

Isn’t too big on verbal teasing and will mostly just make stupid faces at you once he finds where you’re ticklish and then quickly tasers that spot

Only uses verbal teasing when it comes to Bill because it affects him way more than nonverbal teases

Pretends to take notes on how you react (this has Bill absolutely in tears and whining poor little chaos demon thing😪 kinda deserves it tho)

#weewooweewoo #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #asks #gravity falls #gravity falls tickle #gravity falls bill cipher #gravity falls headcanons #ticklish!bill cipher #ticklish!dipper pines #ticklish!mabel pines #ticklish!ford #lee!bill cipher

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it's literally in the middle of summer rn (says the person who has only experienced summer in her life x) but who doesn't love a good pillow fort build in the middle of winter? lol i got the idea in the middle of my (first day!!) of intern running through a prompt generator, it's a lil short as usual but it gave me some peace of mind so i hope y'all like it too

You both look out the windows briefly, before drawing the curtains again as the news left on the TV shows a ‘CAUTION: SNOW STORM EXPECTED’ in bold, flashing red.

“Looks like it’s not slowing down anytime soon,” your boyfriend says, sitting back down on the sofa. You take a seat next to him.

“That’s Norwegian weather for you, huh?” you half-joked, fully expecting this situation when you both travelled back to his hometown to spend Christmas together. “At least we got home in time.”

(A heartbeat passes. ‘Home’, he thinks, smiles to himself. He doesn’t say anything about it.)

Instead, he sits up suddenly, and faces you. “Wait here, I have an idea.” Your face shows nothing but a mental question mark, “Martin?” He doesn’t give you an answer before he rushes into - what was previously only his but now - your shared bedroom, and you hear fabric rummaging. You decide to follow him anyway.

“Martin, what are yo-,” you see him gather all the pillows and blankets possible. There is a sheepish smile on his face when he turns to you, “Okay, maybe a little help?”

You return the smile, brighter now that you know what he’s up to, but you still ask, “What’s in that bright head of yours?”

“Pillow fort?” He only responds when the two of you successfully bring everything back to the living room, with an even wider grin this time. He lays the blanket flat on the floor, layering a few more on top with cushions pulled from the sofa. He’s always kept it in his mind after hearing you mention how you loved to do it back at your childhood home. You don’t answer, but let the soft laughter fill the room as you both try your best to build one.

Once the two of you finish setting it up, you sit back a little to admire it. “It’s perfect,” smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. Martin gently tugs on your arm and pulls you under it, kissing your temple as you lay next to him.

“We should do this more often,” you say, more to yourself than to the two of you. You turn to him and ask, “can we do this more often?”, and Martin notices how your eyes glimmer with pure joy.

“Anything you want, my love.”

#erisa:talks #martin odegaard #martin ødegaard #martin odegaard fic #martin ødegaard fic #martin odegaard x reader #martin ødegaard x reader #martin odegaard x y/n #martin ødegaard x y/n #martin odegaard x you #martin ødegaard x you

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warnings! [ none rly, this is just an intro so it's rly boring honestly, language, remembering olden times or something idk, flirting ??? mention of other wrestlers, inconsistent use of christian/jay ]

You were a split second away from dozing off, but the loud noise that came from your locker room's door being opened made you sit up in your couch with slight frown, "guess what I found!". it was Adam. you slump back into the couch, the tall blonde walked in closing the door behind him, a huge smile on his face as he held a small carton box in his hands. As he sat down next to you, you had already closed your eyes attempting to sleep a little.

It was one of those days were you just had to come early even though you only had rehearsals. It was literally 7:23 am "c'mon lazy, look what I got" he said tugging on your arm pulling you closer to him. you peeled open your eyes and peeked into the box. a bunch of what looked like CDs and DVDs inside.

'WATER FIGHT'

'COOKIES 'N CUPCAKES'

'PROM'

'HALLOWEEN?'

And so many more were written on paper that was taped onto the protective casing of the small storage units, "what are these?" you asked, that Halloween one peeked you interest a little, you picked it up, examining it, it looked a little old. "they are some videos of us when we were little, mom found them and sent them to me" he said rummaging through the box, "oh wow, wait - your mom or mine?" you ask sitting up, "both actually, you wanna see them? that water fight one sounds fun" he asks. "yeah why not" you said yawning, "let me just-" he said before grabbing your head under one of his arms before ruffling your hair with other. "aw, c'mon!" you whine pushing him away from you, "had you wake you up somehow!"

It all started during childhood, when you were both still in diapers. Your mothers fed you with the same spoon, bathed you in the same tub and tucked you in the same bed. On your first day of kindergarten, you and Adam were dressed in matching shirts and denim shorts. You held hands as your fathers took photos of you walking through the gates. During recess, Adam was sitting next to you in the sandbox, patting on your hair as you cried because you missed your mom. You stood next to him as you acted out your parts for the class play, and he was next to you when you graduated from primary school.

You won prom queen and king, 'most likely to get married after high school', 'cutest couple' though you didn't date then, you wore WWF merchandise to school and began sharing dreams about becoming wrestlers, you walked back from and to school together, attended parties together, been there for each other at all highs and lows. There was absolutely nothing that would've separated you, not even the holidays. Your families spend summer vacations, Christmas, national holidays, all of it together. You even joke about seeing each other too much to the point that "dude, my face hurts from seeing you so much", but no matter how much you saw each other, no matter how long you've hung out during a day, the second one leaves, the other immediately misses them.

You both screamed bloody murder when you were surprised by each other at that one wrestling training session, and screamed even louder when you finally signed contracts with the WWF. And here you were watching a video of you younger selves run around Adam's house half naked playing with super-soakers and screaming louder than little kids at a carnival. the video brought a smile to your face, the 'HALLOWEEN' video began with your mom talking.

'it's literally a random Tuesday in July, and these three decided to have a little Halloween party' the camera then panned to the left and zoomed in to you, Adam and Jay in some of the most hideous costumes ever. you were dressed in all black, a black cloak, black dress, black lipstick and a long pointy hat. Adam was dressed in a white tank top tucked into black pants, covered with a dark blue sequins jacket and black hat, while jay was dressed in blue, red and yellow, an S on his chest and some stupidly large goggles.

'what are you, y/n/n?' 'I'm a witch!' 'and you Adam?' 'Michael Jackson' 'Jason, sweetheart, superman doesn't wear goggles, 'he totally does!' then you watched as a little Christian argued with your mom about superman's clothes, laughing at how adamant he was.

'COOKIES 'N CUPCAKES' was a wide shot of you and Adam in what seemed to be his house's kitchen baking, his mom was helping you whip some cream as you sat on top of the isle, chocolate all over your face and a pink substance staining your white shirt. Adam and your mom were scooping what looked to be cookie dough onto a baking sheet. the camera zoomed in to you staring right at it, barely blinking.

"you're scary" Adam said

“me?! look at you, your hair makes you look like a crackhead!" you reply, "how did mom let you exist looking like that??" you add.

"wait, my mom or your mom?"

"both!"

'why does he get to eat the cookie dough and I don't?' 'he's eating the cookie dough? HE'S EATING THE RAW DOUGH! ADAM SPIT IT OUT, OH MY GOD-'

You both burst out laughing at little Adam stuffing his face with dough while attempting to run away from your mom who's trying to hold him, and his mom who's trying to get him to spit it out. And you both sat there, cuddled up watching the rest of the tapes, laughing so hard that even tears streamed down your face, not noticing time going by, it was a really fun time, until you heard Adam's light snoring, "how the fuck are you not gonna let me sleep, but sleep yourself" you mumble.

You got up to stretch, back cracking a little, then Adam’s stomach growled. "UGH" he groaned, "how long have we been here?" he asks, getting up to do the same. It's a little scary how tall he was, you went from bullying him for being shorter than you to having to look up to him, quite literally, to look him in the eye. You mentally count as you stare at the clock on the wall, from seven in the morning to one in the afternoon, "six hours, oh my god!" you exclaim.

"'m hungry" he mumbles, slumping back on the couch, "me too" you say, lying on top of him. You both just sit there for a while, in a comfortable silence. Moments together were either pure fucking chaos, so hilarious to the point that you have tears running down your face, rarely sad or just quiet. Peaceful. sometimes that is.

You gently run your hands through his blonde locks, Adam immediately pushes you back onto the couch, his head lying on your chest as you lay back on the brown leather couch. He always does this when he gets sleepy, and the way your hands were weaving through his hair weren't helping. You hear his stomach grumbling, "c'mon dummy, let's get you something to eat." you say. attempting to push him off of you, Adam mumbles something incoherent before latching himself onto you once again, "alright, let's go, can't let you die of hunger" and he finally sits up, giving you frown, his eyes barely open.

"don't tell me you actually slept?!"

"I did!"

"For that split second???"

"yes!"

Catering, 1:38 pm.

“hey Trish!" you greeted the blonde, "hi, where have you been? haven't seen you all day!" she says giving you a side hug. "oh, Adam found a bunch a videos from when we were little and we've been watching them, I believe we have rehearsals later though" you explained, Adam had gotten himself a sandwich and sat next you, "oh, great! I'll come see you guys later then, mine are now though, so I have to go" she says before getting up and exiting the room. You sat down on a chair next to Adam and almost immediately you zoned out, thinking about just the most random things.

That one conversation you had with Chyna a week ago, watching HBK and Hunter run through their lines for a promo, a random argument you had with the Hardys about some movie, seeing The Undertaker in a cotton candy pink shirt, you could hear someone talking in the background but you weren't exactly focused...

"hey! pay attention to me!" Adam whines, "huh?" you say, you notice that he has bread crumbs around his mouth, out of instinct you go in to remove them with your thumb, after you do, Adam backs away, his hand on his chest as he dramatically gasps, and if you hadn't known him your whole life, what he said next would have somewhat caught you off-guard.

"are you flirting with me?" he says, his voice a pitch higher. You just smirk and say, "and if I am?", "buy me dinner then try to get in my pants", he says with a chuckle "I can be your dinner", you say, slightly deepening your voice, and that darn sandwich got caught in his throat. Now that's a new one, Adam thought to himself as he coughed.

It was always like that, just a harmless flirtationship, "get a room, damn", Jay says, walking into whatever he walked into, the millionth time probably for him, as he's grown up with you being his best friends. He got used to the flirting, it was entertaining for him to watch because you'd go from adorable one-liners to the dirtiest pickup lines within seconds.

You both had this little thing going on for as long as anyone can remember, and even though at some point both of you would love to see where this train stops - for now you were happy with what you had.

my god it's been long since i've posted !! but y'all have been so supportive during my break and it means so so much to me so i love you alot 🤍 creds to my angel @aritamargarita for inspiring me w her series 'ATTITUDE' (highly recommend it) i rly hope y'all enjoy this mini series im working on <3

#rainchyna #i know this was boring but bare w me pls #it was just an introduction to the relationship kinda #hopefully this goes well #wwe headcanons #wwe imagines #wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwf #adam copeland x reader #wwe edge x reader #rated : sweethearts!#edge x reader #the ghetto #if ur still reading ily

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