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✨20 Questions Tag✨

I was tagged by @the-sloth-woman​ thank you so much! Sorry for taking so long!! Just like you, I’ve been very busy with college ;-;

How many works do you have on AO3

I don’t post on AO3 either, only tumblr ;-;.

Total fics: 30 finished fics as such (around 12-15 are in spanish and I didn’t count Ari’s route since it isn’t finished :’v)

What’s your total AO3 word count?

My what…? Do I have to count the words!? I think around 160,00-180,000(? (Sorry, it’ll take me days to count them all since they are all over my blogs :’v. note to self: make a damn masterlist!)

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Diabolik lovers

Ikemen vampire

Ikemen revolution

What are your top 5 fics by notes?

Granada roja [Pomegranate] - chapter 1,  Celos [jealousy],  (27 notes)

Dirty secret~ (22 notes)

One of those times… (21 notes)

Sweet touch, Pathways - chapter 1, Especial día de las madres [mother’s day special] (17 notes)

The winner takes it all (14 notes)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I always answer them! Since they are few people that reads them and even less those that comment I highly appreciate them! So want them to know and feel how grateful I am!!

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t even know what are those, but just as slothy say: I don’t write those, but LOTS of AUs lol

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really! All my readers are the sweetest! They are very supportive and kind! I guess I’m lucky regardless!!

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Ara~ Ara~ Yes I do! Yet from 10 smuts I write, I’ll only post 1 or 2. I’m very insecure about them, but slowly I’ll post them! I have lots saved on my notes (forgive me though I’ve sinned ;u;). The dirtiest I’ve posted is Dirty secret~ (Spanish only you thristy people~), but soon I’ll post some in English too! Stay tunned(?

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of? Although I highly doubt someone would do since: 1) I’m not that popular and 2) It would be a bad idea since they have lots of orthography mistakes. Is not like I want the to be stolen, so back off thieves! >:v

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I make my own translations huashuas. I only translate those I like the most though, since they are a lot of work ^^'.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I tried a collaboration once. I clearly fail, since I was too busy with life and we sort of forgot about that project. Of course I’ve replied some fics as sort of roleplay thing(?, but nothing too elaborated.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I only write Arino :’v. Is some sort of curse(?: Whenever I get an idea, I can only think it fit for Arino :0. They are my muses after all! I adore them, I feel confident and it came out natural. You could say I refuse to get out of my comfort zone, but… they are my confort zone BUT I always challenge myself to expand it and try new things for them! I’m trying to open my horizons though ^^'.

What are your writing strengths?

Getting new ideas for AUs or short drabbles. Describing feelings and dialogues too! I like to believe playful teasing, romantic and clichè situations are my strong since they are my fav to write!

What are your writing weaknesses?

Development :’v.

Like: I’m very impatient, so as I start a new AU I’m like:

Me: “NOW KISS!”

Also me: “BUT WE JUST STARTED THE STORY! AND THEY JUST MET!”

Me: “B-But they’ll end up together anyway! >:v”

Also me: “THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS! YOU NEED TO DEVELOP EVRYTHING DUMBASS!”

Me: “FRICK!!”

Also! I don’t like VERY detailed descriptions of places, so I tried to make them as concise as I can :v

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Since I’m trilingual myself, I only move between those language I know so I can make sure I do them the right way… and even then I fail sometimes lol. But in general: If you want to use them, be sure you are saying what you intend to. And try to avoid google translation, it’s not accurate ^^'. Overall, I think they are a good touch now and then :D.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Diabolik lovers… like 4 years ago(?. Since then I haven’t stop xD.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I love my greek gods, swan lake and college AUs! “Pomegranate” (the greek gods AU) and “The swan lake” have 4 chapters each and they are my favs! They took me so much effort and love, yet they are so underrated :’v. “Pathways” (college AU) is on hiatus, but I love the 2 chapters I have so far that is a MUST I go back to it as soon as I can! Also… I have a good a feeling about my forced/arranged marriage AU too! Is going slowly (cause’ college :’v), but surely! It already has a title: Under this damn contract.

I tag:@sugar-lollipop, @sevenlivesofscarlet​, @kyaruun​ and @dj-diabolik-fan​

you send me - jj maybank

summary: a short-ish fic in which john b. basically forces you and jj to get on a boat and watch the sunset. with slight jealous!jj vibes and some real intense artist!reader vibes

a/n: yes i’m in love with the whole “wild and reckless falls for soft-spoken and gentle” cliche, u can’t stop me from exploring every single possible outcome of this potential relationship :)

taglist: @arthriticcrickets i know u asked to be tagged if i ever wrote anything with artist!reader and jj, so here u are!! i hope u enjoy it :)

warnings: none? mention of beer? cursing?

It all began when you told John B. that you’d never painted a sunset.

You’d been standing in the kitchen of The Chateau, hands under hot water, scrubbing paint from your most recent artistic shenanigans off of your fingers, palms, wrists, and forearms. John B. stood next to you, back leaning against the counter, looking remarkably similar to the ‘white guy blinking’ gif (y’all know the one) - the epitome of disbelief.

“So let me just recap here,” he said. “You call yourself an artist.”

“Yes.”

“You’ve been painting since you were little.”

“Since I was seven, actually.”

“Okay, you’ve been painting for nine years.”

You nod, turning the faucet off. “Yep.”

“And in all that time. In those seven years...” He pauses to hand you a towel, and partially for the dramatic effect. “You’ve never painted a sunset.”

“No,” you laugh. “Why, am I missing out on some cosmic experience?”

“I mean, yeah.” He holds his hands palms-up. “How do you even call yourself an artist if you’ve never done at least one super-cringey painting of a sunset?”

“Um, because I paint other things -”

“Okay, but you’re missing out on a basic artistic revelation -”

The front door shuts, and JJ appears, looking like he usually does: tanned and a little riled up. No hat today, you notice - it’s nice to see his hair, golden and probably really, really soft. Not that you’d know. It’d be nice to know, but - wow. Really off topic here. JJ’s standing in the doorway, looking from you to John B., back to you, to John B., then you again. “Where’s the rest of the group?”

“Pope has scholarship stuff, and Kie and Sarah are helping out at The Wreck,” you answer.

“Oh. Cool.” He looks between you and John B. again. “I’m not interrupting something, am I? Because it kinda feels like I am.”

You and John B. look at each other with the kind of grossed out expression that says ‘No thanks, let’s not think about that ever again, thank you.’

“Yeah, no.” John B. says.

“Not really my type,” you tell JJ.

“Woah, hey, I take offense to that.”

You flick the towel at him with a grin. “I’m not really interested in guys who call me a poser.”

JJ has no idea what you’re talking about, so John B. fills him in: “Dude, she calls herself a painter but she’s never painted a sunset.”

“What? You’re totally posing.”

You groan exaggeratedly. “Not you too.”

“Yeah, sorry, Y/N, but you’re outnumbered here.”

“You’re so right, guys. You’re so right. I’ve been fooling myself this whole time. For seven years.” You shake your head, pretending to be disappointed in yourself.

“Living in total denial,” JJ adds, grinning.

“Oh, no, guys.” John B. fake-gasps, clearly pretending to have found a scientific article on his phone. “WebMD says there’s only one cure.”

“Please, Doctor! I’ll do anything!” You adopt a Trans-Atlantic accent for a second, clasping your hands together and pretending to plead with him.

“Anything?” JJ asks under his breath. You swat his arm playfully, ignoring the way your stomach butterflies when he grins at you.

“Well, Ms. Y/N, it says here that you must paint a sunset by midnight tonight, or else you’re doomed to be an art poser...forever,” John B. explains, his voice dropped to a serious, gravelly tone.

“But Doctor!” You gasp, looking at the time, one hand pressed to your chest in fake astonishment, “Sunset is in two hours! I don’t have time! I promised I would go down to The Wreck and help Kie and Sarah!”

“If it’s to save you from a life of bullshit art galleries and uncomfortable turtlenecks, I’m sure Kie and Sarah won’t mind if I step in for you,” he offers. He clearly is just angling for a reason to spend more time with Sarah, but you don’t mind. Cooking really isn’t your strong suit anyway. JJ snorts at John B., then mouths “SIMP” at you.

You repress a snicker. “But I can’t watch a sunset alone!”

John B. grins. “You won’t have to,” he says. “I know someone who’s not doing anything tonight.”

Both of you turn to look at JJ, who throws his head back and groans. “Fine. But you’re not dragging me into this weird roleplay-pretend-thing.”

So that’s why you’re here. On a boat. At sunset. Sitting next to JJ in a pile of blankets.

You brought the blankets for comfort, a towel for your paints, a canvas for - you guessed it - the actual sunset painting, and a speaker (you have a very specific playlist you like to listen to when you paint; you call it your Paintlist). 

Once you settle in, sitting cross-legged next to JJ, who’s holding a beer and looking at the sunset, you grow quiet. It’s nothing against JJ, you just tend to get really into the zone, with the music and the gentle light of the sun and the breeze over the water and the weight of the brush in your hand of a direct line of energy from your mind to the canvas. Your anxiety, your issues, all concern disappears from sight, and all that is real is the pain on the canvas and the way it makes you feel, breathless and weightless and nonexistent but somehow still so alive.

While you lose yourself in the art, JJ’s losing himself in you. There’s something really memorable about the way you look in the light of the sun: your skin aglow, your eyes sparkling. But the best part is how utterly confident you are now. Even though in conversation you constantly downplay your skills, talking about all the flaws in your technique, when you have a brush in your hand, he can literally watch your insecurity wash away. It’s beautiful.

He’s never noticed that you bite your lip when you concentrate. You’re not even really biting it - it’s more like you’re trying to peel it away, layer by layer. It’s weirdly endearing, seeing you in such an unfiltered state. And even though he knows it’s probably because you’re so in the zone that you’ve forgotten he’s here, he likes to think it’s because you trust him.

He also knows that this may just be the beer talking, but something’s telling him to kiss you.

Pogues don’t mack on pogues, he tries to remind himself, but the thought gets buried when he realizes he’s literally the only pogue not macking on another pogue. Well, that’s one of two, if he’s including you, and of course he is, you’re part of the group now! So really there’s only two of six pogues who are actually following the rule.

Wow. When did he start calling himself a rule-follower? The apple must’ve fallen farther of from the tree than he thought if he’d really just - 

“JJ? You in there?”

He snaps out of it, your voice pulling him from his thoughts, and only then does he realize that he’s probably been staring at you the whole time. You’re looking at him, slightly confused, eyebrows knit together and mouth pursed, and oh god, come on, pogues don’t mack on pogues but does the rule really matter if nobody is following it? “Yep, yep, sorry, what’d I miss?”

You point to the painting, then to the horizon. The sky has gone dark, and the moon is beaming light onto the water. “Sun’s down.”

He nods, then looks at the painting. “Did you finish?”

“That’s what he said,” you mutter under your breath with a smile, scooting over so he can get a better look at the canvas. Your legs are touching, a weirdly intimate thing that you’ll probably remember for months after. “No. Guess I’m doomed to be a poser forever.”

JJ shrugs. “Pretty shitty, bro.”

“I think I’ll survive. And anyway, it’s really just John B. teasing me, so who cares?” You grin at him, but he’s not looking at you anymore, he’s watching the sky with an intense fascination that’s unlike him regularly. “JJ?”

He clears his throat. “Uh, weird question that’s probably not my business, but...”

Your heart swells in your chest, and you feel so concerned. “What?”

“Are you macking on John B.?”

That was not what you were expecting at all. You thought he was going to ask some deep, personal question - but upon review, you realize this is JJ. The chances of him trying to be deep with you are slim-to-none. “No. No no no no no. No.”

JJ still hasn’t looked at you, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was blushing. “JJ, no. There isn’t even a snowball’s chance in hell John B. and I would ever mack on each other.”

He nods, but no eye contact still, so you poke his shoulder playfully. “Hey. No John B. on Y/N macking, I promise.”

He finally looks at you. “Dude, never say ‘John B. on Y/N macking’ in front of me ever again.”

You smile. “Yeah, it grossed me out, too.”

It’s becoming cold out, so you reach forward and pull a blanket over yourself. As you and JJ become a little lost in conversation, you notice that he’s shivering a little, so you take initiative and cover him with some blanket, too.

The first thing you notice is that now you’re accidentally pressed right up against him, and dear god, this is nice.

The second thing you notice is that your heart is pounding quickly. It’s been a lot just being here alone with him, and now you’re cuddling under the stars? Magical.

Your heart nearly leaps into your throat when he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer. Your chest is slamming from your rapid heartbeat, and you think you might actually die right here, right now, and wow, that’s a little Romeo and Juliet of you to die in JJ’s arms, and pretty poetic -

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You ask, your voice a little shakier than you’d hoped.

“Chill out a little, okay?”

“Okay.”

No pogues macking on pogues, you think to yourself.

No pogues macking on pogues.

anon date ask meme pt.1

I’ll be answering all the asks about the date ask meme! I wanted to answer to each and every one without flooding your feeds - if you sent in an ask, check here! So many lovely people sent asks that I’m kinda shy aaaaa >///< but thank you to everyone who sent one! This is about 29 asks, so I cut them into two parts; I’ll have part two up tomorrow!! I love all of you guys!

17, female, 5'4, my eye color is blue green and my hair is currently dirty blond soon to be red-orange. My favorite color is blue lavender and my favorite class is choir. I would have to go cliche and take you to a cat cafe, if you aren't allergic, so we could relax have some hot drinks and get to k ow each other while playing with cats. ^u^

- I LOVE BLUE GREEN EYES THEY’RE SO SOFT TO LOOK AT IMO??? dirty blonde is amaze but wow red orange is bold!!! cliches are cliches for reasons girl and if you take me to a cat cafe i swear you own me <3 1000/10 would date!!

174cm, 24yo, Female, little thicc. Favourite ice cream is vanilla bean, specifically. My favourite date would probably be a walk in the snow in winter, sit down somewhere with a cup of hot coffee/tea/chocolate and just talk about our interests. And cuddles.

thicc is beautiful :’))) also I’ve experienced snow exactly one week in my life in Japan and it fuccin killed me, I would love to snuggle with warm drinks <3 1000/10 would date!!! aaa

21, m, darkblond hair, 1m82. Brown eyes with a smidge of green in them. I'm a trained chocolatier, I play the bagpipes and i like writing (even though i never get around to actually doing it). As for a date, I can't decide between a movie, or walk through a nice forest. But afterwards a homecooked meal. I like vanila, not crazy about it but surtain brands are irresistable to me. My fav ice cream to buy is a scoop of chocolate and a scoop of banana together.

did you,,, mention that you’re a chocolatier bc you know my weakness for chocolate???? bc it worked. absolutely. wow. you had me there (and with the brown eyes aaa) yes to movie and/or forest stroll, and YES TO THE HOMECOOKED MEAL, did someone give you a cheat sheet to my heart??? 1000/10 would date wow r u real <3

I'm 16, a female and 160cm. I have dark brown almost black eyes with dark brown hair. I love reading, writing, drawing and learning new things. Since I also love food, maybe the date can be lunch or dinner in a restaurant with us talking about our interests, just to get to know each other. Then we can have desert :D Which is ice cream ofc. I quite like vanilla ice cream, but my favourite is probably Mint Choc Chip :)

your hair and eye color slay me :’)))) FOOD DATES ARE AMAZING AND I LOVE THEM PEOPLE SHOULD ALWAYS DO THEM!!! there is something so sweet and intimate about eating good food and talking with each other, i love it. I love mint choc chip too so we can absolutely share!!!! 1000/10 would date!

24, Non-binary, 166.6 tall, fave ice cream is salty licorice or licorice, good old true creamy vanilla with real vanilla is so good holy shit. I don't do dates, I'm very bad at that. So series/movie marathons with themes, like VERY bad horror movies or low budget movies with bad acting etc. and good food is a go. i have short brownish red hair and green eyes, my hobbies include searching information of anything i ever get interested in and starting tons of projects i never get to finish

TALL! i’ve never had salty licorice, pls introduceee :DD TRUE VANILLA ICE CREAM IS THE BOMB OKAY when it has real vanilla beans, it’s amazing,,,, I’M EXTREMELY EASY TO SCARE SO MAYBE WE’LL STICK TO THE LOW BUDGET ONES YEA XD any date with good food and i’m sold, good food makes me happy and kind and loving <3 1000/10 would date

15, girl, 5’2. Heterocromic one blue eye one green and Strawberry blond hair. I love reading, drawing, gardening and baking. I take kung fu so I can protect u lol. I would take u on one of those berry picking farms where you buy what you pick, and then we’d go home and try to make a pie of some fruit, and make homemade vanilla ice cream! (I rly like vanilla ice cream lol)

I loved reading this one because with every new sentence my attraction to you just kinda skyrocketed. eye color and hair color?? queen. ur hobbies? amazing. kung fu??? yes pls my god. BERRY FARM? HELL YES. ICE CREAM WITH PIE? dead. just. dead. 1000/10 would date i love you very much

Date Challenge: 5’9”, 18, male, turquoise eyes, loves reading MHA on ao3 (or just watching it lol) and listening to movie scores. Favorite Ice Cream: Cotton Candy. Date would probably be lunch at a cafe, talking about interests and just heading home to watch cartoons all night

TURQUOISE EYES??? BEAUTIFUL. MAGNIFICENT. LEGENDARY. YOU OWN ME. Movie scores are shizz, you gotta introduce me to those!!!! and hell to the yes to that date - let’s cap it all off with a Gravity Falls marathon!!!! 1000/10 would date <3

I'm nb, 1.59m, 23 with blue eyes and short hair whose colour varies depending on what I want. Now it's red but I wanna dye it pastel pink next. I love video games and reading (so much books to read... SO MUCH.) I like coffee dates (or tea or chocolate depending on your favourite taste!), but also going out to a restaurant (crêperies are my favourite!) or chilling with each other (kinda like cats, simply being in the same room is enough for me haha). I love vanilla ice cream but my fave is mint!

I WANT PASTEL PINK HAIR AND HAVE WANTED IT FOR SO LONG!!! i plan on getting pink hair once we figure out the logistics of getting my hair bleached :’( PLEASE BRING ME TO A CREPERIE I BEG OF YOU I NEED IT DIRELY!!!! same, being peaceful in the same room is so nice and comforting?? simply being quiet with each other is a date in its own way <3 1000/10 would date!!!

I'm 17 (18 this November) l, I'm male (trans). I'm 1.70 m (5' 7 ) tall. I have brown eyes and dark brown hair (but I'm planning of painting it lilac). I love to draw and I'm actually going to study digital animation. My favourite ice-cream is chocolate with mint probably. And for a date I'll probably take you to a cafe or a chill restaurant and later to the movies.

lovely lovely lovely brown eyes <3 ANIMATION!! amazing aaaaa!!! mint chocolate is amazing, isn’t it??? lmao i love how everyone here seems to know that the way to my heart is food xD but yes, pls, do so, 1000/10 would date!!!

female, 15, hazel eyes and brown hair, 151 cm, my ideal date would just be talking while at a restaurant. ive never had any ice cream, but i would love to try it one day!

HONEY!!! MY SWEET SUMMER CHILD!! WE NEED TO GET YOU TO ICE CREAM ASAP!!!!! let that be our date; let me show you the WORLD!! 1000/10 would take on a magical adventure to discover ice cream

16, trans guy, like 155cm or something, blue eyes n ginger hair, BNHA and figure skating are my special interests rn, and my fave ice cream flavour is chocolate with brownies in it. um,, date,,, is pokemon go in the woods a date?

back the fuck up, you have blue eyes and ginger hair? AMAZING. ICONIC. LEGENDARY, I LOVE YOU!!!!!! OMG we can talk about figure skating all day and have chocolate brownie ice cream, which is amazing!!!!! i deleted my pokemon go app but that’s ok, let me be ur misty and go with you as we find pokemon in the woods!!! 1000/10 would date <3

24, Male leaning genderfluid, 193cm (and also a paunch belly, I'm built like a brick house), blueish grey eyes and long brown hair that I dyed the back third green so that when I tie it back in a braid one of the strands is green. I like speculative world building and roleplaying games like DnD, and I like vanilla and all its variations and everything you can combine with it to make something delicious. For a date, I'd take you out to icecream and invite you to play DnD probably.

A BRAID WITH A GREEN STRAND!! THAT’S AMAZING HOLY SHIT!! AND YOU’RE SO BIG!! bet it would be so easy for you to carry me around xD please please please take me out for ice cream and teach me DnD, i’ve always wanted to play!!! 1000/10 would date!

For the date meme: I'm 16, female, 1.67 cm tall, blue-green-gray eyes with a little bit of amber and brown, brown-ish hair, I love reading, drawing and writing(even though I'm bad in the last two), try to teach myself dancing and piano and I love vanille ice-cream, even though I prefer cookie or stracciatella as flavours^^

oh were you the one who sent me an ask about stracciatella before?? YOU SOUND SO BEAUTIFUL OMGG <3 god i wanna learn how to dance too, we can learn together!!!!! <3 <3 <3 1000/10 would date!!

22, female, 155cm green eye, green curly hair. I love baking and making the others happy. I will take you to city u don't know, we will get lost there and explore and then eat in small cozy restaurant.

GREEN HAIR AND GREEN EYES!! ICONIC!! I accept only under the terms that we eat at more than one cozy restaurant!!!!!! i can already imagine us holding hands while misreading street signs xD and maybe you could give me something you baked?? <3 1000/10 would date!

For the date me challenge thingie!!! I’m 18, female, uhhhhh 150cm I think, short black hair (like a fluffy undercut kind), dark brown eyes, hhnnnnngggggg I love reading, movies, songs, drawing, autumn, nature, animals, tea, chocolate ice cream and a lot of other things. As for the date, I’ve never been on one, but a walk in the park or going to a carnival sounds fun!

omg undercuts are so amazing i love them <3 <3 <3 I LOVE ALL THE THINGS YOU LOVE except nature isn’t always so kind to me so I love it from afar (war flashbacks to Girl Scouts camp,,,,,) please take me to a carnival!!! PLEASE PLEASE!! I want to try this funnel cake that I keep hearing about!!!! But anyway you sound beautiful and amazing, 1000/10 would date!!!

sEX tOy

C H A P T E R  F O U R 

Chapters: prologue, one, two.1, two.2, two.3, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten,  eleven, twelve, thirteen. [finished]

EXO’s sEX prOfile

Wu!’s sEX prOfile 

Your sEX prOfile

 A/N: This chapter might be very rough but hasn’t chapter two.2 been rough too? lmao just you’ll see.. Also, i’m sorry for pairing these two fuckers together all the time; i’m just a Chansoo biast bitch is all.

P.S. There is some sad-ish angst for some reason bc I felt like it and I want the reader to be more intimate with the members rather it just all being cold hearted fucking. thank you!

Pairing: Chanyeol x reader & Kyungsoo x reader

Genre: smut with some ‘’angst’’???

Rating: M (Mature, 17+)

Warnings: Swearing. sexual content, agressive Kyungsoo

Kinks: Maledom, toy(s), public?, humiliation, spanking & the slightest bit of height/size reference in like the very last sentence lmao..

Concept: An alternative universe where big idols can secretly hire so called ‘’sex toys’’ for their personal pleasure. You (fem!reader) are hired by EXO to please them as they wish. 

Word count: 4,4K

I was woken up early by the boys as they had schedules that I had to attend as their ‘assistant’. Today was their music video shooting for their first come back of the year. We were picked up by their managers who drove us to the location. It was a hectic scene as there were staff running around everywhere. People checking lights, stylists running after the members as they had to follow instructions from the director around the set. Managers re-checking concepts and scripts to make sure their idols would have a good image. I felt anxious just looking at it. As I sighed deeply I sat down at one of the tables scattered around in this big room. It was tiring to wake up this early and the thought that they had been doing this for five years straight was horrendous. And I still didn’t hear them complain. “M-m'am” a small voice standing in front of me called out. I turned my head expecting one of the staff members but I was surprised to see Baekhyun’s timed figure. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Yes, Baekhyun” I yawned in response. “I.. Uh.. I need to use the bathroom” he was clearly sweating as he spoke. And I knew what he was indicating as the chastity belt he was wearing didn’t allow him to use the bathroom properly. I leaned back and looked at him unbothered. “Keep it in till tonight, okay?” I smiled teasingly. “B-but I really need to-” before he could finish his sentence a make-up staff walked up to him to fix his now sweat ruined make-up. “Aish, Baekhyun-ah! Why are you sweating so much?!” She dragged him with her to touch it up as I waved him a goodbye. Not long after he left I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to face another staff member. “Miss, one of the EXO members has requested to see you.” The lady smiled. I followed her to their dressing room where it felt even more chaotic than the set. She led me to the member and then walked away again. This member happened to be Kyungsoo and to my habit, as this is part of my job, I looked down. Kyungsoo happened to have one of the most prominent boners I had ever seen right now. Even if you weren’t looking for it, you would clearly notice the bulge in his jeans. The fact that they were baggy didn’t help his subtlety either. As he had seen me approach him I became nervous with each step I took. Kyungsoo had a timed and professionally calm nature. He never had a boner in public. In fact, as long as I have worked for them, no one has gotten a boner in any form of public setting. But why now and why him? I could not stay quiet if it was him. “I need to take use of your serves.” He spoke in a monotone, his eyes narrow and dark. His expression cold. I gulped. I froze. I didn’t know what to do. His words were clearly pointing out my real job for the ones who knew but were subtle enough for the ones who didn’t. ‘’C-could we dis-cuss about that in a m-more private room?“ I stammered. With his eyes boring through mine he spoke. “Sure” So simple, still so frightening. He led me with him to a conversation room, it was more isolated and there were no camera’s due to privacy policies. When I walked in he closed the door behind me and locked it. “L-look, Kyungsoo..” I tried to get the courage to speak. “You guys are m-mid shooting and it’s going to ruin your clothes and-” he cut me off with clearing his throat loudly, he sat down on one of the chairs with his legs spread as he rested his elbows on his knees. Still not saying anything he glared at me through his eyelashes. Too afraid to move I stood there, in front of him, not daring to speak any further. I didn’t clearly know why I was so anxious. It was Kyungsoo, Doh Kyungsoo. The shy guy that would hate it when you called him cute but would get flustered when you did anyway. The guy who politely and perfectly bowed 90 degrees down for everyone to show his upmost respect. How could you be scared of him? “I know it is unprofessional to take use of your serves right now. It’s risky and stupid. But that’s not why I asked for your time.” His words were so carefully chosen. He seemed so collected once again; a purely intimidating figure. One of those high standard businessmen that could ruin you by the snap of his fingers. “Why I asked for your time is because I wanted to discuss something with you, my little pet” he nudged his head, motioning for me to sit down. I obeyed his silent order and took a seat opposite him. “Tonight, I want to take my time with you. Try new things, see what you like and what you don’t. if you are comfortable, that is..” I could tell he was trying to not slip into his domspace. At least not now. It seemed he was trying to come off less strict and controlling. He wasn’t able to go all out now anyway. “I know I could be discussing this with you tonight, at the dorm. But I need to know in advance so I can prepare” the word ‘prepare’ pulled at my nerves. Why would he need to prepare? “Are you following me so far?” I nodded my head carefully at his words. He moved his chair closer to mine for a better conversational setting. His eyes once again boring through my brain and scanning all my sensitive areas. “I need you to be fully aware of what you get yourself into, understood?” I nodded. “Tell me if you don’t want to do a certain thing, okay?” I nodded again. Then he reached for his pocket and got out a piece of paper. He unfolded it and straightened it out onto the table. “This is a list of all the things I want to do, kitten. We won’t be doing all of them tonight, but with time..” His strict character started to subtract slowly. I glanced at the paper briefly; it was pretty long. “Remove some that you truly do not feel comfortable with and i’ll see what i’ll do as alternative. You can add anything you like, those will be your occasional rewards. IF you behave” his gaze was dark once more. I gulped before I took hold of the paper and looked over it carefully. 

Chocking 

Pain 

Blindfold 

Denial 

Anal [+ enema] 

Voyeurism 

Watersports 

Pet play 

Hot candle wax 

Over stimulation 

Roleplay 

Cumplay 

Some of these I recognized already from his profile, but it seemed he gained interest in some new ones as well. I didn’t find any of them too much but did feel a bit uneasy with some that I had never tried before or wasn’t trained in. I took a deep breath and then turned my vision back to Kyungsoo. He was scanning my face intensively; surely looking for any kin of reaction. “W-we can try some..” I spoke quietly. “But I d-don’t think all of them-” “I know we can’t do all of them tonight. But we will eventually.” He cut me off harshly, obviously inpatient to my stammering speech. I gulped once again at his strong character before nervously cutting off eye contact and staring at the paper again. “Add some things you want to do” he spoke suddenly. “If you’re good, I will reward you those. Depending on what it is you want. If you are really good, I will reward you the ones I don’t usually allow” Thinking about his words there were many things I wanted to do to him and many things I wanted him to do to me. The click of a pen got my attention as I turned my head he had placed a pen on the table for me to use.

REWARDS

You let me ride you face

You let me use a vibrator 

You let me touch myself 

I can touch you 

You make me cum without denial 

You let me peg you 

I dominate you for one full night 

Anxious to return him the paper I looked it over once more before placing it on the table. He took it and read it over. Afraid to look at him but still wanting to see his reaction I glanced at him slightly. His face was hard to read, like always. I could notice slight twitches at certain words but that’s all I received. Once finished he folded the paper and returned it to his pocket. He cleared his throat once again before speaking. “I will need to discuss some of the rewards you have chosen; but we do not have time for this now. I’ll see you tonight in my room at six” then he got up and left. I stayed in my chair for a moment. Still baffled at what just happened. The fact that he wanted this planned out and probably for it to go perfect raised my nerves. What if I made a mistake? He’d punish me. But what if I couldn’t take it? Then why didn’t I say something?! Not wanting to think about it too much, I left the room and returned to the set. They had started recording again and it seemed to be turning out well. They had an amazing group shot which looked just perfect on the monitors. As their “assistant” I had not many tasks to do on shooting days, unless they decided to ask for coffee’s and such. But even so, they had their personal assistants to do so for them. As I was more considered the whole group’s “assistant”, I was more in charge of schedule holding of them as EXO. Knowing when they had interviews and making sure their managers would be around and know when and where they had shoots, etc. If they had separate schedules I would be either attending the bigger part of the group or not attending at all. Unless EXO requested so themselves.

It was a long day of shooting and I had barely anything to do besides sit around and look at the hectic scene of making pure perfection. The shooting came to an end soon as they had enough footage for the video. They wrapped up and everyone greeted each other and said their goodbye’s before we left. We drove home together in a SUV the managers provided. As soon home I was dragged by my arms by Chanyeol. “Yeol! Yah! What is this about?!” I exclaimed as we entered his room. “Take your pants off, and those panties as well” his demand went straight to my core. I complied and unzipped my jeans. As I did so I watched him fidget around in his night stand looking for something. As soon as I was done undressing my lower half he had found the thing he was looking for. As he turned around he kept the unknown object behind his back with a grin. “Lay on the bed, my little one” he spoke deviously. I did so and he spread my legs apart. “Ch-Chanyeol, what is this about?” I stammered, trying to prep myself up with my elbows while looking at him between my legs. “Still not in your role, I see?” He said before hitting my core with his hand. I flinched at the sudden feeling and moaned. “From this moment on, until I tell you otherwise, you will address me as 'sir’ and nothing else. Understood?” His sudden change of character made me anxious to his actions. I nodded my head in response but this is not what he wanted. 

“Use words, slut." 

"Y-yes, sir”

“Good.." 

Then he revealed the object. A vibrating buttplug. I gulped at the sight but knew not to reject. He reached for lube and placed some on the item; smearing it out before pushing it into my tight entrance. I moaned and cried at the stretching feeling but was forced to keep my legs open. Once it was fully in he tapped it for extra effect, just for his own fun. "Good girl~” he said in a rumbling tone. “Now put your clothes back on, we’re going grocery shopping!” My eyes nearly fell out of my sockets when those words left his lips. I jumped up but regretted it instantly as the plug was pushed in deeper at my movement. Another moan came from my mouth as a evil chuckle came from his. Without further fighting back I obeyed to his little game he wanted to play and we were off to the grocery shop. Like promised, Chanyeol was wearing his mask and walked mainly behind me. This did not help one bit as he towered over me by at least a full head. But this did not hold back his naive action. We weren/t looking for too much as the boys were already preparing for their up coming tour as soon as they had their comeback. “It’s pretty empty so we can split up. You just go walk around over there while looking for some items okay?” Chanyeol pointed into a random direction of the store. “Sure” I spoke before I started walking. A jolt of vibrations went through me before I could even take my second step. I swung my hands to my mouth to keep myself from moaning out loud. I turned to Chanyeol, who was the reason of this as he sternly stared at me with his arms crossed; only his dark eyes visible.  “That’s not what we agreed on, little one.” He walked around me.  “I-I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.” I stuttered out my words as I couldn’t focus on anything but the shakes inside of me. “C-Can you please turn it off now, sir?” I was clearly desperate, and this added to his rising ego.  “No.” He spoke before walking away.  I desperately wanted to call out for him but I couldn’t with my shaky voice. Scared to even open my mouth as a moan would definitely come out. I tried to straighten my posture so I wouldn’t attract attention. I took shaky steps as my hands tightened around the cart I was holding. 

I tried looking for the items quickly so this torture would end sooner. Until I realized that this was my first time in this store and smartass Chanyeol left me all alone. I looked for an employee to help me and soon found one. “Hello, ma'am. May I ask you something?” I tried to hide my shaky state as much as I could. “Yes, of course!” She smiled brightly. “I was looking fo-” I was interrupted as a high squeal took over my throat. Chanyeol had intensified the vibrations. I looked around as I knew he must be close. “M-Miss, are you alright?” The lady asked with concern. “Yes, i’m f-fine..” I gulped as I clutched my stomach. “I-I was just wondering if y-you also sell soy sauce?” I forced a smile. “Ah! Yes we do!” She spoke with a smile, oblivious to anything. “Follow me!” I used all the strength in me to follow her, with a straight posture and a poker face, pretending not to be edging to an orgasm right about now. The woman showed me my needed soy sauce and then walked off after I told her I didn’t need anything else. I let out a big sigh once she was out of sight and placed the soy sauce in my cart. I could hear snickering from behind me and turned around. There he was, Chanyeol was giggling his mask covered face off as it seemed he just witnessed the most hilarious scenario of his life. “You’re cute when you try not to embarrass yourself.” He spoke with a grin. “Can you please turn it off now, sir?” I spoke in a whimper. My thighs were clutched tightly against one another as my brows furrowed I looked utterly desperate trying to win some mercy out of him. “No’‘ he said rather playfull. ‘‘I want you o do one more thing for me, sweetie.’‘ He grinned. ‘‘That is?’‘  ‘‘Go to the fruit and vegetables section and get the bigges cucumber you can find!’‘ without even questioning his words I shuffled my way over to the alley and grabbed what I was ordered to.  Once I shuffled back I noticed Chanyeol looking at a random rack. Once I came closer I noticed him looking for condoms. ‘‘S-sir, I got me what you wanted..’‘ I stammered in a small voice. ‘‘Geat! Now take these and go to the check out, i’ll handle the groceries.’‘ He winked with a wide grin. As I was handed the XL condom package I realized his plan.  He really wanted me to buy this cucumber with a pack of condoms!?  I whined at the realization and gave him pleading eyes. As to my ‘luck’ this just inched him to get riskier. ‘’Ow! One more thing. Cum as you check out!’’ my stomach sank to the ground at his words.  What had I done to deserve this?

After getting our needed items we returned to the dorm. Chanyeol had dropped the bags in the kitchen before returning to me in the hallway. Suddenly his arms wrapped around my waist and he lifted me off the floor by a few centimeters before kissing my lips softly. “You’re making your Daddy very happy. You know that, right?” He murmured when his lips detached from mine. Without any further words he carried me up the stairs. I was still astonished by his strength even tho he was pretty big and could obviously lift my smaller body with ease. My body was aching to be touched, I needed a release as soon as possible! Before I knew it Chanyeol playfully threw me onto his bed. I squealed at the sudden fall but was soon back to intimacy when he crawled between my legs and started taking my jeans off. Once my lower half was naked he roughly pulled out the butt plug, making me moan loudly. “Good girl, moan for me” he said right before placing his lips onto my lower ones. I did what he said and started chanting for more. My hands moved down quickly and grasped his hair. But before I could start pulling, he pinned them back down beside my hips. “I decide the pace, slut” Chanyeol seemed to go back and forth between playful and serious. His tongue licked between my folds and teased my entrance making me whimper for my long awaited release. “Beg to cum” he panted already running out of breath. Not needing to be asked twice I turned my helpless moans into pleads. “S-Sir! Please! Please! May I cum?!” I nearly screamed out. “Louder, babygirl” I could hear the smirk on his face while he was clearly enjoying this. “Please!! May I cum! I need to cum so desperately!” “Let go, babygirl” My build up knot released waves of pleasure through my whole body. My breathing was heavy as I tried to calm down again. Tilting my tired head I faced his night stand. His clock reading 18:53. 'I’ll see you tonight in my room at six’ Kyungsoo’s voice echoed through my head. FUCK! I jumped up again and as quickly as I could headed to the door. “Where are you-” “I’m sorry!!” Is all I could bring out before exiting his room to rush to Kyungsoo’s. I was terrified, maybe it wouldn’t be such a big deal. He didn’t say to be exact.. Right? Ow, who am I fooling?! It’s Kyungsoo! He hated when people were late to anything! I opened his door and as soon as his eyes met mine, a whimper came from my throat. There he was. Sitting on his bed, naked, with a belt in his hands. He didn’t say anything. I knew what was coming and he knew I knew the rules. I closed the door and stripped myself completely. “I’m really sorry, sir” I bowed down, hoping this would earn me some mercy. But yet again, he stayed silent. With a lump in my throat and fear written on my forehead, I walked closer to him and bend over his lap. I had no time to adjust myself as he landed his leather belt right across my ass. I yelped out in pain and shock as the hits continued with no time for me to adjust to the pain. He didn’t even sooth my suffering with a rub of his hand. All it was was pain conflicted to my ass. My nails dug into his calf as tears streamed down my face. With each hit I apologized with a desperate 'I’m sorry!’ But this didn’t seem to do much as the hits never seemed to end. Usually he’d let me count and then thank him. But right now he was giving me the silent treatment. This was not something I preferred. But even so, I felt myself getting heated already. Like I didn’t just orgasm minutes ago. I knew he’d notice, he always noticed the things he did to me. After what felt like hours, he finally stopped. Only now letting the pain really dig into me. My sensitive skin felt like it was on fire. Not only had he hit my cheeks, but my thighs were targeted as well. My legs felt weak from the treatment. Unable to move as my cries died out to whimpers of pain. Still not having said a thing I felt him shift. When he shifted back a cold liquid was squirted onto my beaten skin. I squealed at the sudden sensation before I felt his hands carefully smearing it out to reach each bruised area. His fingertips barely touching my skin to avoid hurting me more. Once the soothing liquid had started setting in I felt soft blows of air touch my skin. It came from between his plush lips; he made sure to reach each part. Then carefully he reached around my body and lifted me off his lap slowly. Too weak and still too frightened to speak I let him do whatever it was he wanted to do. He placed my still trembling body onto the bed, making sure none of the beaten areas was touched. I twisted my neck to see what he would do next. Only being able to see his legs from this angle I followed his footsteps into his bathroom; where he disappeared. I heard the water tab open and close seconds later before he came back again, with a hand towel still in his hands to dry them off. He sat down behind me and spread my legs before adjusting himself between them; also laying on his stomach. “I’m really sorry, S-sir” I whimpered. “I was with Chanyeol a-and we forgot about time.. I really am sorry and you have every right to be angry.” I felt tears coming up again as subspace finally started taking over to sooth my fear. Then I felt his plush lips kiss my bruised skin. And he still hadn’t spoken a word. A soft moan came from my lips as my heat started to rise. He didn’t leave any patch of skin unkissed; sometimes kissing parts twice if they were redder than the others. His lips were so close to my lower ones and if I didn’t know any better I would have whined for him to touch me there. But he never did. When he felt like he was done he detached his lips from my skin. He reached for the tissues on his nightstand so he could clean his glistening lips from the liquid. “I am still angry with you, kitten” his low voice filled the room. Tho his words weren’t assuring, the fact he used any at all was making me endure this more. “I-I understand, sir..” I whispered in a small voice. “No, I don’t think you do” he wrapped his hands around my waist; “sit up” he spoke before turning me around. As my still sensitive skin came in contact with the bed I hissed at the burning pain and flinched. His strong hands forced me down to rub the pain in more. “Hurts, doesn’t it” his voice was sadistic and low as he gazed into my eyes. I nodded with a whine as my nails dug into his forearms. He always let me do this to endure the pain he would inflict. I think I would’ve gone insane already if he hadn’t. “I am hurt too” he said “Yes. I, your master, am hurt by the way you care so little for me.” His words stung me; but not in an offended matter. I rather felt guilt and empathy. “I know I should work on myself as well. But I tried to put my ideas out there right in front of you. Right there, where I was vulnerable. You could’ve totally rejected all of my ideas, my fantasies and I would’ve been devastated because even if I don’t show it, I feel so vulnerable in front of you. Like you could tear me apart more than I could ever do to you.” I tried to stay in my submissive role, I really tried but I felt tears of pure sadness coming up. I never knew how Kyungsoo really felt. Every time he apologized for being too rough he really was apologizing for his own desires. My hands moved on their own as I cupped his cheeks softly. I leaned in and kissed his lips gently. My eyes closed making my tears fall. His hand moved away from my hip and wrapped around my neck softly to deepen the kiss. It was short, but it eased the atmosphere. As he pulled back his thumb whipped away my tears. “Don’t cry..” He spoke softly. My subspace was really getting the best of me. “I’m s-so sorry” I felt so small but at the same time so big for inflicting this. “Baby, you want to continue this another time? I think we both need some rest” I nodded at his words with a weak smile. I moved slowly to avoid any pain on my lower side but was soon pulled onto Kyungsoo’s chest. I squealed at the sudden movement as I landed on top of him. “You’re so small” he grinned as he looked up at me with his hand in my hair. “So lovely and easy to carry” then a kiss was placed on my nose.

Connie is Sick

A fanfiction for the webseries All For One on the KindaTV youtube channel. This piece takes place after season 2. 

Shoutout to the anon who requested an All for One fic! I know it’s been a while, so I hope you’re around to see it :) I’ve been struggling to write recently, and I’m so grateful that you gave me a prompt I got really excited for. Hopefully, it’ll lead to more and better content going forward!

Words: 2484 Pairing: Donnie (Connie as sickie and Dorothy as caretaker) Fandom: All For One (webseries) 

“I told you to take a break.”

“I don’t need your sarcasm.”

“Don’t be a douche canoe.”

“My stomach fees like a douche canoe.”

Dorothy frowned at Connie. The girl was paler than normal with a pink flush across her cheeks. Her large eyes were tired. She was curled in a bad under a mass of blankets, shivering.

“Are you sure you want to go to class?”

Connie rubbed her eye and continued typing with the laptop laying on its side leaned up on her lap. “Have to turn in this essay.”

“You need to take a break.”

Her phone rang then. She closed her bruised eyes, and I passed it to her from the purple ottoman. She swiped to answer.

“Hey, mom.” Her voice was more energetic, happier… fake. “Yeah I’m good. Yes, I know there’s a bug going around. I’m being careful. Yeah, I’ve been taking my vitamin C. No, I’m not going to miss classes. I’m-“ She hesitated for a partial second to wince. She wiggled and held her stomach as she continued. “I’m getting ready for class now. I have to go. Okay. Yup. Love you too. Bye.”

She hung up with shaky hands, dropped the phone, and curled in on herself. I climbed into bed behind her and pulled the blanket tighter around her knees. I fit my hand in under her’s so I could touch her stomach through the fabric of her dress. I felt how tense it was, and felt it move as it growled again. Connie moaned.

I rubbed careful, light circles. She curled more but didn’t shrug me off.

“Does this help?”

“Mmm…” It sounded pain, but calm.

“Poor, Connie… I think you need a nurse. Good thing I’m a doctor!” I waited. She said nothing, so I finished. “A love doctor!”

“Dorothy, I feel really sick.”

I frowned. Connie sounded scared. “Uh, okay. What do I do? Do you want me to get the nurse? Or-“

“No. I have to go to class. I can’t finish my work like this. I won’t be able to concentrate. I-“ She sucked in a breath and squirmed, crossing her arms over her stomach.

“What is it? Hurt? Or are you gonna puke? Should I get the trash? I didn’t take it out yet… Oh! I have a takeout bag.”

Connie moaned weekly.

“Do you need the bag?”

She coughed once and covered her mouth with a fist.

I scrambled out of bed and got the takeout bag. “If you need it -uh- it’s… I put it beside the bed.”

She went limp and took a deep breath. “Can you get my ibuprophin from the bathroom? I think I have a fever.”

It was very warm laying with her. I put a hand on her forehead. “Shit, Connie! What the hell?”

She winced. “Can you try not to yell?”

“Sorry. Right. You shouldn’t go to class. You’re really sick. Maybe we should go to the Minute Clinic or something.”

“I’m fine. It’s just a bug. That wave passed.” She leaned up on her elbow to work on her homework.

I thought for a second but grabbed the meds anyway. She swallowed them dry.

“Don’t you want some water?” I asked. My voice was surprisingly unsure.

“I don’t think I could keep it down…”

“You can’t go to class.”

“I have to.”

I hesitated… before sitting at the desk and opening the inseparables stream.

“Hey inseperables.”

I could feel Connie glaring behind me.

Laura: Hey!

Alex: Hi!

“Anyone else here? We need a team effort?

Ales: On what? U ok?

Breton: I’m here! I was shitting.

Laura: Ew. TMI

Alex: Everyone ok over there Dor?

“I’m fine,” I said. “Connie-“ I was interrupted by a coughing fit. I turned to see her folding in on herself. She knocked the laptop off the bed. I rushed over and sat her up as she coughed, both arms wrapped tightly over her stomach.

The fit passed and she gasped for breath and moaned.

“I- I’m okay,” she said. “Go back to the inseperables. I’ve got homework.”

Alex: That is NOT ok

Laura: You’re gonna get sick! But also you have to take care of her?! WHAT DO??

Breton: WTF CONNIE HAS THE PLAGUE

“Connie wants to go to class today,” I explained. “Fever. Nauseous. Coughing fits like this all the time. Back me up guys! She can’t go, right?”

Alex: DON’T YOU DARE! I DON’T WANT THAT!

Laura: I get it, but it’s still not a good idea. Connie, you could get hurt.

Breton: once i got a fishing hook stuck in my hand, but it wasn’t my writing hand so i went to school

Laura: WTF Breton?!

“See? They agree!” I said, turning back. “Well except for Breton. But he doesn’t count!”

Breton: Hey! I went to the ER after classes!! But she’s supposed to do homework after classes…

Alex: shut up! Don’t remind her!

Laura: What would her parent’s do?

“Probably kill her, but that doesn’t-“

“It’s two o’clock,” Connie said. “I gotta get out of here.”

Connie stood, and quickly grabbed the top bunk with wide eyes.

I rushed to her as she swayed. “Connie? You okay?”

She went limp, and I caught her in time to lower her to the mattress again.

Eyes fluttering. “Gotta go… No time…”

“I’m not letting you leave now.” I looked at the computer. “She’s awake.” Then back at her. “You need to rest. You can’t go to class. You’re too sick.”

“Havetoogo….” she murmured.

“No, Connie. You’re not going anywhere.” I adjusted her so she was in a more comfortable position on the bed. She shivered, and I put the blankets over her again. I fluffed the pillow, and I moved the laptop far out of reach so she couldn’t get it back. “You rest.”

“can’t…”

“Well you’re gonna.”

I sat at the computer the chat had been going without me.

Alex: SHIT SHIT SHIT IS SHE OK?!

Laura: Lay her on her side so she doesn’t choke on her tongue!

Laura: Wait… that’s for drunk people…

Breton: Is she dead? Fuck, i thought my ship would sink in the normal college sweetheart way…

Laura: Okay, I googled it. Water, fever reducers, and cool cloth NOW

Laura: DOROTHY

Alex: Welcome back, Dorothy! Update please??

I smiled sadly at the webcam. “Connie fainted. Probably from the fever. She won’t be getting up for a while… She’s conscious though. Er, I think.” I glanced back to see her blinking blearily around the room. “Mostly.”

Laura: You need to bring the fever down!

“I know, Laura. I’m going to. Maybe I should just update you guys later. I think I should take Connie to the nurse. Or… maybe take the nurse to Connie. But I don’t know if I should leave her alone.

Alex: I don’t want to catch it. Not babystitting!

Alex: But I see if the nurse is in and bring her over.

“That would be such a huge help, Alex! Thank you!”

Laura: I’d help too if I was close enough.

Breton: If Connie dies, can I have her dresses? I wanna start roleplaying.

Laura: BRETON NO

Alex: Headed out now. Stay on the stream so I can just come back on if she’s not there.

“Will do,” I said.

I got up and went to Connie. Her eyes were heavy and drifting shut.

“Hey,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Heyyy….” she mumbled.

I reached out and stroked her hair. She was burning hot and sticky with sweat.

She closed her eyes when I began stroking her.

“Is it nice?” I asked.

“Mmm…”

I continued stroking her hair and picked up one hand to kiss before putting it gently onto the bed. Slowly, Connie fell to sleep.

I got up and grabbed a facecloth from my drawer and checked the computer before I left. Laura and Breton were arguing about the ethically of Breton asking about Connie’s dresses. I went to rinse the cloth, squeezed it out into the bathroom sink, the cloud water feeling freezing in comparison to touching her forehead, and brought it back to Connie.

Before I put the cloth on her, I tucked her in better. I knew the cloth would feel cold, so I at least wanted her to be comfortable. I laid the facecloth gently over her forehead and eyes.

She flinched with a noise of surprise, then relaxed again.

I stroked her hair until her breaths became even again and went back to my computer. Still nothing from Alex, though Breton had given into Laura’s persistence.

“Okay, guys,” I whispered. “I think everything’s under control now. Hopefully, the nurse can come by.”

Just then, someone knocked at the door.

I opened it, instead of yelling. Treville stepped in, followed by Alex and the nurse.

“We have a sick sister?” Treville said, sounding genuinely concerned.

“Yeah. Connie. She’s been coughing, has got a fever, and has been really nauseous and having stomach pain. Not sure if there’s any other symptoms. She was trying to go to class like this when she fainted… I didn’t want to leave her alone.”

“So I helped,” Alex said.

“Right.”

The nurse looked awkwardly to Connie, and I realized she likely wouldn’t wake the sleeping student herself. I went over and shook her shoulder a bit. “Connie?”

She jumped and pulled the cloth off quickly. Her eyes darted from person to person then back to me. “Dorothy?”

“Yeah, it’s me. How are you feeling?”

“What’s going on? What time is it?”

“Do you remember what happened?”

“What do you mean? I was doing my homework. Must have drifted off.”

“Connie…” I was feeling kinda scared now. “You fainted. You would’ve hit your head on the bed frame if I wasn’t there. You’re really sick… So I called backup.”

She looked the others in the room. The nurse stepped forward. “Hi. I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Nurse Holly. I was asked to come check on you. Would that be alright?”

Connie looked around again and back at me. “Dorothy, what’s happening?”

“You’re sick. The nurse is here to make sure you’re doing okay. Treville and Alex are here to help.”

“Actually, I’m out!’ Alex said. “I’m not catching that!” With that, she rushed out of the room.

“Okay, Treville is here to help. We’re worried about you, Connie. We just want you to be okay.”

She still looked really disoriented. It took me a second to process what she might have been feeling, but when I did, my voice softened.

“You’re safe, Connie. You’re gonna be okay. I just need you to let Nurse Holly take a look at you. I want to know if we should just let you rest here, or if I should take you to a doctor or something. That’s all, okay?” I kissed her forehead, slightly cooler now, and turned to the nurse. “She had ibuprofen a half-hour ago, and the cool cloth has been on her forehead for only like a minute or two. I don’t think she’s eaten or drank anything in at least a few hours. Says she won’t be able to keep it down.”

Holly nodded and knelt next to Connie. “Hey, Connie. Can I take a look at you?”

Starting to understand the situation a bit better, she nodded. “Yeah, sure. It’s probably just a bad cold…”

“Okay, dear. Can you sit up?”

Connie did, with more effort than I’m sure she would’ve liked to admit. I glanced at the computer quickly to see a flash of Laura.

Laura: This is really scary… I hope Connie’s ok??

I bit my lip. Was it that serious? I’ve never seen someone faint before. I was kinda scared myself. I looked back at the nurse, who was now taking Connie’s blood pressure and heart rate, then her temperature, pressed on areas of Connie’s stomach, and finally looked in her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

She stood when she was finished and faced all of us. “The ibuprofen should’ve kicked in by now, but her temp is still at 101. 3. If it stays above 100 for the next 3 hours that the ibuprofen is in her system, or if it spikes above 103, take her to a doctor or hospital immediately. At that point, it’s definitely something which needs to be treated professionally. Her throat and nose seem inflamed but don’t look infected or suspicious in any way. She doesn’t seem to be having any emergency situation with her organs, but she needs to drink water. Her blood pressure is low. She needs to eat. If these things get worse or don’t change, bring her to a doctor.”

“Noted,” Treville said. “I’ll keep an eye on these two. Have any other cases been reported to you?”

“No, but most students don’t come to me unless they have serious questions… or want to try and get out of class for allergies or something.”

“Also noted,” Treville said. “I’ll get the word out in the house that girls should be updating you when they have symptoms so that you know what’s going on throughout campus.”

“Thank you, Jean. And, Dorothy? You’re a good friend.”

Right. Not in the mood to argue. Just let it go.

“Thanks, Holly. And thanks for making sure she’s okay. Should I be worried?”

“It’s probably just a virus. Just keep an eye on her to make sure.

“Okay…”

We said our goodbyes, and Holly left. Treville e sat awkwardly on the purple seat. “You should alert me if one of you girls is ill. I don’t want anything happening to you.”

“Sorry,” I said. “Guess I didn’t know what to do cause it’s her info to share, and well…”

Connie was laying back in the bed, drifting in and out of sleep fitfully.

“Yes, of course.” Treville nodded with understanding. Recently, I’d learned anxiety was something she knew quite well. “How are you feeling, Dorothy?”

“Uh, me? Fine i guess?” Now that she asked, every fantom illness my brain could fathom started playing out in my head. I pushed it away before I could give myself fantom symptoms. “I’m fine.

“Well tell me immediately if you start feeling unwell. I can send a girl to take care of the two of you until you’re up for doing it yourselves.”

“Thanks. You probably shouldn’t be here either. You’re the president! You shouldn’t get sick.”

“True statement. I’m going to continue with my work for the day, but I’d like you to update me whenever you can.”

“You can always watch the live-“

“I don’t watch livestreams. Unedited content wastes valuable work time.”

I glanced at the computer.

Breton: DAMN

Laura: She’s not totally wrong…

Treville stood. “I’ll be going now. Good luck, Dorothy.”

“Thanks,” I said, watching her go. I looked back to a sleeping Connie then sat at my computer.

“So… okay. That just happened.”

Hey guys! Thinking about writing a part 2, but I’m not sure. Opinions? What did you think about this one? What fandoms do you want me to write for in the future? I wanna hear from you guys! :D

hey so i love your fe stuff! its soo good! but ive noticed that most of it is either gen or takes place after the relationships have gotten together (which is fine, i love that) but it did make me curious if youd be willing to share some of your headcanons (for odin/niles/leo, camilla/beruka/selena, and xander/laslow) for how they got together/developed feelings for one another? im very curious about your take on it bc i love your characterization! thank u so much for writing such beautiful fics

Aww, thank you, anon!! FE13/14 isn’t as popular as it probably once was and I definitely joined the writing fic for it part of the fandom pretty late, so I’m so pleased to hear that you enjoy my fics! Thank you!!

Secondly, anon….This is gonna be mega long and I hope you’re prepared for that, lmao (Also if you had any other questions or anything, don’t be afraid to send another ask!)

I don’t know if I have any “set in stone” headcanons for how any of these three pairs get together because I’m a multishipper who loves AUs, but if we’re talking about canon FE14 universe, I definitely have some thoughts as to how that’s going to go.

I’m gonna blabble a lot now

Odin/Niles/Leo

I actually feel like Odin would have the easiest time accepting dating people anyone, even if they’re a prince or a coworker or two people at once or he feels he has to travel to another dimension in a few years.

Like, he’s very? Pragmatic? Not necessarily 24/7 (because he loves to tell tales and exaggerate and roleplay) but Big Decisions. Like in Hidden Truths DLC, when Laslow and Selena are questioning where they should go when it’s time to leave Nohr–their home dimension with their family’s graves or to return to the world where their parents are still alive–iirc, Odin is the first one to say “We can worry about this later, we just have to deal with this now.” It’s not that he doesn’t care as much, because he super does, but I think he like? Compartmentalizes a little more? In the FE13 Future Past DLC, when he and Inigo are stuck on one side of the bridge and Brady and Yarne are on the other, Owain talks through what’s going to happen if they try to cross the bridge until he gets to the conclusion, “If you go and I stay behind, the most people in this scenario live and we still succeed, even if that means my death.” When Inigo cuts the brige with both of them on one side, Owain says, “We don’t both have to die!” Now part of this is Owain/Odin’s dramatic personality and the (probably unhealthy) self-sacrificing tendencies he almost certainly had during his years before jumping through time and even some time after, even Inigo acknowledges that Owain’s plan was probably the best way to get the gemstone to Ylisse (though not the best plan for Owain’s life.) He’s also the one who adjusts most to living in Nohr, by which I mean his homesickness and memories of Ylisse seem to weigh on him the least. While he admits to Selena in their Supports that he also is unable to sleep at night from his memories, Selena and Laslow’s Supports with him are more about their problems with missing home and he has become a kind of shoulder to lean on between the three of them.

Anyway all of this is basically evidence to say that Odin is pretty reasonable and levelheaded when not indulging in his imagination (which was almost definitely a coping mechanism of some kind in his younger years, though it may have become a bit more of an innocent hobby by the time he’s in Nohr… though I don’t want this to get dark, OTL)

ANYWAY! I think Odin is has the easiest time adjusting between all three of the Time Travel Trio, but I don’t know if he’s necessarily the one to make the first move in anything? If anything, it would have to be all three make a move at the same time (through some circumstance) or Niles/Leo get together first (even though Niles thinks his purpose in life is to “serve” Leo until he dies via their Supports and Leo probably wouldn’t want to put anyone in a weird position considering his status). I’ve written past stuff where Odin gets confident and does something bold like sit in Laslow’s lap and kiss him while Laslow bemoans never having a first kiss, and while I think Odin could catch onto moves being made on him and be down for it, I don’t think he’d be as likely to do something as bold as that for Niles/Leo like he would for someone he’s known years and years, like Laslow or Selena.

The thing about Niles is that… Idk, I don’t think he views himself as garbage? (Unless there’s a support I don’t remember.) But he definitely thinks of himself as “lower” than Leo, who he views as having saved his life and literally is the start to “good” memories in Nile’s mind. I’m not sure he’d ever make a move on Leo and compromise that relationship he values so highly unless it was something he felt Leo needed or something out of his control. (Like doing something to save Leo’s life and Leo is like “Hey do you have Feelings for me” and Niles, broken out in a cold sweat, hands shaking, answers “I mean Yes, but it doesn’t have to be weird…. unless u want that.” 

For Leo, I don’t think he really thinks about love unless it’s right there in his face. Either because he’s thinking about marriage for political reasons/someone else is getting married or because Niles/Odin is hanging around a lot and he’s like “What is this Feeling, it’s highly inconvenient but I cannot deny it exists”. (Also another thing about him is that he’s probably a little uncomfortable with Nile’s… Pedestal, I guess? For him. Like, he knows Niles values him a lot and vice versa but when Niles is like “You’re the reason my life is good and I will serve you until I Die For You,” Leo is like “I don’t know what to say but I guess ‘Thank you’ is the right response.” So he probably wouldn’t want to take advantage of Nile’s feelings either.)

(The thing about all the Royal Nohrian Sibs is that they are under the watchful eye of Garon for most of their life, and that’s a huge influence on what they are or aren’t willing to do in terms of romance until the Big Slime is no longer an issue for them. So that’s a major factor as well.)

I think Niles and Odin make a great team, but Niles is initially very suspicious when Odin/Selena/Laslow show up out of the blue and even when he trusts Odin later on, he does use that suspicion as a little jab on Odin’s origins in their C-Support when they’re having an annoyed argument. They both apologize to each other later with Odin conceding that Niles was right and his actions weren’t out of line, and while Nile’s is like, “Aw, I shouldn’t have done that, Lord Leo trusts you and that’s enough for me,” the secretiveness of Odin’s past is like. An undercurrent in their relationship on both their parts for a long time. (While meanwhile Leo does not give a single fuck what you did or who you were before you met him so long as he knows what kind of person you are now.)

So with all this I can absolutely see Niles and Leo getting together and Odin being supportive from the sidelines for a Long Time as Niles/Leo either pine a little secretly (maybe separately) or they don’t really realize their own feelings for Odin or the idea all three of them could be a thing until later. (Bc Odin is not gonna intrude on something he feels he shouldn’t and when it’s a better idea not to.) (However, if that opportunity appears and everything is Chill, Odin is absolutely Hell Yeah, down for it.)

(This didn’t really come up anywhere before but? Leo and Odin’s supports?? Are so Much????? Like, Leo doesn’t want to send Odin out on any more “adventures” he used to because according to Leo: “uh that was to be a dick to you and I literally Cannot imagine living without you now because you’re so Valuable to me, so you can’t go on any Mega Dangerous missions, sorry.” He says he wont’ keep Odin from being his own person and leaving Nohr but that he honestly wishes Odin would stay and if he does leave, all the victories afterwards will be a little “bittersweet” without Odin there. Also if Odin does leave, Leo asks that he use his title as Leo’s retainer still so there will always be that “connection” between them. 

Like??? Holy shit??

It was here that Leo struck me as the type of person to want Niles and Odin by his side literally Forever in whatever form that relationship may be, even if nothing romantic ever comes from it.)

Camilla/Beruka/Selena

My girl!! Selena!!! I love her!!!! I’ve probably written the least about Selena (I have like one unfinished Selena/Laslow/Odin fic on my computer and that’s probably it besides maybe a tiny Selena/Noire thing I wrote 2 sentences of and never finished either) but!! I think about her a lot and I love my girl!!

I rambled a lot with Odin/Niles/Leo so to cut to the chase here a bit more, Camilla/Beruka/Selena probably comes from Selena’s need to be validated and prove that she’s the Best. Camilla always reassures Selena that she’s “darling, powerful, and obedient,” which are qualities Camilla values a lot in a retainer. I think Camilla, for all her ruthlessness, also has a lot of love in her heart and so she is a little smitten with Selena (and Beruka) from the start because of these qualities they share. Camilla gets melancholy when she thinks about how Selena might leave her one day and wants Selena to know she is Camilla’s. I don’t think Camilla would ever do or say anything about her feelings while under the watchful eye of Garon because she’s not stupid and she knows what will happen if she tries to get too close to anyone while he’s within reach, but she’s not lying. When she says she loves Selena and Beruka, she really does mean it, even if her meaning gets lost in the context of all the other times she says she loves Corrin and Elise and her other siblings and such. 

(As a side note, Camilla and Selena’s C-Support is so fucking funny to me because Selena is like “hey I’m your favorite, right?” and Camilla is straight up like “I would rather murder you than you leave” and Selena’s like “that’s not….what I wanted you to say…”. Camilla is so fucking Extra??? I love it. Though she’s honestly very scary too, so that element of humor is one I’m taking with grain of salt because Camilla is also truthful in her violence. Their B-Support is similar.)

This same drive to be the Best is what causes Selena and Beruka to butt heads in their C-Support, but they show they understand each other well by calling out each other’s complexities and flaws while arguing. Later, they show they care about each other by apologizing in the B-Support, and it’s shown for all her emotionless attitude, Selena can get Beruka to smile the tiniest bit while supporting her and telling Beruka that she should do the things she loves, even if that thing is work, and that Selena is her friend. (Beruka’s questioning of “Should I really bury myself in my work?” also shows that she took Selena’s earlier words of “What even makes you You if all you do is your work/only do things for money?”. So Selena’s views do impact Beruka.)

I’m rereading their A support right now and?? It’s so sweet? Selena wants to get matching jewelry for all three of them as a symbol of their connection (and for when Selena leaves) and Beruka accepts this, despite Selena requesting she not get something that doubles as a weapon, and also says she wouldn’t wear the matching jewelry if Selena were gone because it would be “lonely” and she’d only wear it if Selena were there so she wouldn’t lose it. Like? They value each other a lot. Beruka indulges Selena in this and by extension says she’s “enjoying” herself as well–something Beruka rarely does at all. 

Beruka is a little more hesitant around Camilla, but that’s likely a response to Camilla being her employer and Beruka placing so much value in her work. It’s a complicated situation for someone who isn’t as casual as Selena or Odin are with their Lord/Lady. Beruka admits she would betray Camilla if offered something better from another employer, but that possibility is so unlikely because she doesn’t think she could find anyone she trusts as much as Camilla. For an assassin, trust is a big deal. Camilla is a huge part of Beruka’s heart even if Beruka doesn’t recognize it the same way someone else might. Camilla, on her part, is pleased but orders Beruka not to throw herself away in the process because Beruka means a lot to her. Their relationship is a bit different than Camilla and Selena’s or Selena and Beruka’s because of their unique dynamic and how seriously Beruka takes herself. Camilla is somewhat less affectionate when alone with Beruka, most likely because it makes Beruka uncomfortable. The affection is still there; Beruka just doesn’t yearn for it as much and so Camilla backs off a bit. Beruka is very truthful about the realities of life–both Beruka’s job and how she’ll probably stick with Camilla forever, even if she doesn’t explicitly say so. They’re good. 

I’m getting off track again, sorry. I love character analysis. ANYWAY!

Camilla/Selena/Beruka would probably get together all at the same time because Camilla wouldn’t want anyone to misunderstand or feel left out (even if Beruka would insist she didn’t feel anything about it, she probably would.) Selena would probably push about being the Best Retainer again and Camilla would say something like, “Oh, but I love you both equally” and pull Beruka and Selena close. Selena would probably grumble something like “but do you really?” or “but who do you love more?” or something, letting a little jealousy take hold. Camilla probably wouldn’t stand for this, both on the basis that she loves them equally and that this has been probably going on for years. 

To be honest, I could see them kind of… falling into it. Like Camilla kissing Selena’s forehead or cheek, leaving a big lipstick mark behind and while Selena sputters, face red and brain reeling, Camilla does the same thing to Beruka.

“Wha–What’s that supposed to mean?” Selena asks, eyes rolling in her head and steam coming from her ears.

“I told you,” Camilla says simply. “You are both my precious, darling retainers.”

Beruka, eyes closed in thought: “Hm.” 

And before anybody can do anything else, Camilla’s like, “okay, chop-chop, we have things to do, people to kill” and they just go about doing their daily jobs and fighting battles. And anytime Selena or even Beruka tries to question it, Camilla’s like, “I told you, I love you both” and kisses their cheek again. Eventually maybe Beruka and Selena talk a little among themselves, but honestly I really see them falling into it after that. Kissing their foreheads every time they separate (never the mouth in the beginning, unless Selena or Beruka initiate because this isn’t supposed to be a pressured thing). Selena and Beruka heading off to their own rooms at night and Camilla telling them they can stay with her if they want. Selena’s a bit rowdy, but I think she’d be content with starting off like this just because it’s Camilla. (She might confront someone if anyone else tried to pull this move.)

(I take most C-A Supports for all party members as having really happened in-game eventually, so this might even be after Beruka’s support with Odin where he tries to help her understand her own emotions through mimicking facial expressions and looking within herself and stuff via lying about magic spells. So Beruka might discover a bit more about herself here too, like “Hmm, is this what love feels like? It must be.” Even though she’d probably been feeling it for a while and not recognizing it.)

Xander/Laslow

The thing about Xander/Laslow is that while Camilla and Leo have varying levels of more freedom between the two of them, Xander is The Crown Prince. He’s the one to take the throne. He has do what’s best for the people, and he’s always going to put Nohr before himself. On the flipside, Laslow is a flirt but he knows how fickle life can be and often laments the fleeting connections between people as they only have a short time in this world (he gets super melancholy in some of his supports; he hides his sadness a lot but it’s there), and I don’t think he’d want to jeopardize his relationship with Xander or put him in a bad position either. Plus, he’s super-duper homesick, so he wouldn’t want to start anything he felt he couldn’t finish either. 

I really think there’d have to be a big catalyst for their relationship to begin. One of two things probably has to happen.

1. Something really relieves Xander of his pressures as King and makes him relaxed enough to maybe request a kiss or courtship from Laslow one day, if/when Laslow ever feels he wants it, no pressure (though I don’t know what this event would be; Xander feels LOT of responsibility. Duty chains him more than anything. Even if he feels mentally exhausted by everything and restraining his feelings on top of that, he’s always going to be stuck unless something forces him to move or slackens that grip.) (Laslow, in turn, is also chained by what he feels is his obligation and memories to return to Ylisse some day, so he’s stuck a bit too.)

2. Like in Home (Is Where The Heart Is) (spoilers), Xander realizes if he doesn’t do something, he will lose Laslow forever In This Moment, Right Now and (as this is a huge fear) Goes For It via Kiss of Life or pouring his feelings out. (I really think Xander is the type of person to make huge declarations of devotion and love while Laslow melts into a huge blushing puddle in the corner while crying from being overwhelmed.) 

They would mutually pine. A Lot.

I’ve written a lot less for them but I’ve written so much already and I think at least one of these two events are really the needed qualifications for a Xander/Laslow relationship to happen in canon universe. (There are other AUs on ao3 that are super good and probably do a better job of imagination than I will here, so :p)

All three relationships probably have an undercurrent of Devotion For My Lord/Lady because they are all retainers/royals first and foremost and jobs come first, but that’s an interesting dynamic to work around in itself. 

Even if were only friendship between them all, I really like how Odin/Selena/Laslow are so willing to say, “MY Lord/Lady is the best one!” (I’m mostly thinking of the Beach DLC where everyone fought for that beach trip, whether or not their Lord/Lady wanted it.) They love the Royal Nohrians so much, no matter the context. 

(RIP Me, this is super long and I just spent the last 2 hours writing it. If there was anything you wanted me to expand on, let me know! I’m a blabber mouth.)

sorry

thanks for nothing. i came because you were my friend, not because i wanted to be lied to and hurt.

vent under the cut

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. You ruined my life. I never want to see you again. It’s your fault. I hate you.

Yet I still choose to remember you.

Your name was Anna. You loved bananas. Rarity was your favorite pony. Neeky was your best friend. And I like to think that, at one point, I was too. You had a sister. Her name was Abby. She loved Disney. She loved Disney movies. Her life revolved around them. She loved to roleplay. She was your best friend, and you were hers.

We were so happy. There wasn’t a single moment when you weren’t happy and excited for something. Except-

When we had a fight. Yes, I remember. Exactly how it went.

I called myself a night owl. You got mad. That was Abby’s spirit animal. You told Abby, she got mad at me too. The rest is fuzzy, but you- You called me a whore. And you hurt me. You made me cry, for the first time. Though it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

We broke apart.

Later, we- we came back. When I told the truth about my name and age. You seemed to take it well. That was good. We were all friends again. We were happy. It was nice.

I was happy.

Until one day, you texted me out of the blue.

You told me that Abby died.

I was heartbroken, at a loss for words. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t find the right words. I didn’t know what to do. I cried, again. I was 9, 10 maybe. Naive. I believed it. You told me her friend would be on her account. I talked to “her friend”. I asked if they would sue.

“No, it wasn’t anyone’s fault, and besides, the camp was fun anyway.”

And I believed you.

I trusted you.

I was naive.

Last year, I reread the story Abby had wrote for you. For your birthday. The last words written were “maybe we should wake up,” spoken by one of two characters laying in bed, contemplating their next actions. I won’t lie. I teared up.

I spoke to you for the first time in years.

“hey

anna

uh

do you know where abby was going in her fanfiction for you?”

“Hm? Oh that! Sorry, I forgot all about it but.. no I.. actually have no idea.. I don't know if she's continuing it :c”

“ak

that sucks

i just finished reading it and

i was actually the one she trusted to proofread it

i feel like i should be the one to continue it

idk but

aaa

i wanna continue it but i don't know where she was going with it”

“She's busy right now, idk if she wants to continue it.. but I can see if she really really wants to, if not she'll probably just give it up to us! :D”

Color me confused.

I didn’t understand. I thought she had died.

I asked Neeky if she remembered.

“hey uh

idk if you talk to anna anymore but dont tell her i said this

didn't abby..die ??? i was asking her about the fnaf fanfiction and

hold on ill just send a transcript ig”

“she keeps saying it as if it never happened

and i just

im getting mixed messages

like

was she lying? is she talking about someone else who 'took abby's place'??? im honestly so fuck ing c o nf us ed

and im too much of a fucking wimp to ask her

there was such a huge boom about it when it happened

i remember she messaged me after it, she was upset as fuck and i mean i understood, i still do, her sister died and she got her phone and it was almost her birthday and i just aaa

but i dont

whats going on anymore im fu ckign”

“When did she supposedly die? Like a month or something?”

“wh

i

when we used to be the odd squad?”

“Lmao I worded that weird sorry like was it when school was still going”

“it was

camp

i think

yeah

and there was supposedly a big zipline over a waterfall with sharp rocks and abby wasn't secured properly

thats how i know it

i remember it like yesterday even, anna was so upset but im starting to think it was a lie i dont even fucking know anymore”

“Um,,,,, p sure she's not dead if Anna went to school as her normal self. Knowing anna, she would be so upset that she most likely wouldn't step out of her house?

That's when we still talked so she would've told me if she died and I don't recall she ever did?”

“have you seen abby around though?

she told me, i remember it, goddamn it

i think i still have the screenshot, even

im fucked up dude like what the fuck even

i,

he lp”

“Wait,,, idk if you remember but her dad was the vice principal of our middle school at the time. even he didn't take time off or something to mourn or attend a funeral or something of the sort.

Unless I somehow missed an entire period of my life”

“i have the screenshot but anna's wording it like it never happened and i dont understand i”

“Well I mean my point still stands. She didn't look any different while at school and when she texted me, she sounded as enthusiastic as she was before. Perhaps she lied?

And adding what you've said about how she talks, it doesn't really seem like something this tragic happened.”

So we confronted Anna about it.

“Hey anna”

“Ya?”

“uh

so

about abby”

“Ya..”

“didnt she...die? when i was talking to you about the fanfic you worded it all as if it never happened

‘ Hm? Oh that! Sorry, I forgot all about it but.. no I.. actually have no idea.. I don't know if she's continuing it :c’

‘ She's busy right now, idk if she wants to continue it.. but I can see if she really really wants to, if not she'll probably just give it up to us! :D’ “

“OH YEAAAAAAA

I thought I didn't tell you..

Sorry..

SHORT TERM MEMORY LOSS SUCKS”

“but”

“..?

Her friend took over her accounts, yah.”

“but neeky said when you went to school you seemed happy and chipper as usual and- wasnt your dad the vice principal or something

?

neeky said there wasnt any funeral or anything and i do nt

e ve ne

i mf ucke d u p”

“I.. really don't like talking about this”

So then Neeky asked:

“Like I wasn't even told about this until not too long ago,,,,

Um can you at least give me some info if this is real bc I didn't even know,,.,.,..,”

So then you left. And I tried to get in touch with you and ask what happened. Just- for any answer. Any smidge of an answer you had for me.

Nothing.

You were quiet.

Until you finally answered.

And tore my heart in pieces.

“I.. alright, yes, I did lie to you.. anyways.. I.. I'm really sorry but.. no, I'm not sorry.. let's just get this over with.

I can't be your friend.

You've lied to me and told me the truth but..

I really hate that because I gave so much of my friendship to you.

One of my good friends on Kik is going to talk to you, goodbye.”

I got a message.

I talked to your friend.

I was told to kill myself, that I hurt you, you’ll never forgive me, you hate me, you don’t want to be my friend, you don’t want to see me ever again.

I cried.

Again.

And now here we are.

Present day.

And I’m writing about you.

I guess there’s a reason we remember our most traumatizing moments.

I hate you.