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timelesslords · 3 years

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baby, just say yes

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“Okay, then. Marry me.”

Annabeth waited a beat before rolling over to stare at him. His face was dead serious, but Annabeth still thought he might be messing with her.

“What?” she asked. It seemed the safest thing to say.

“Marry me.” he said, again, simply.

Annabeth never appreciated New Rome as much as she did on Sunday mornings.

They didn’t have class, homework could wait until later, there was no chance of a monster attack, and, best of all, Annabeth didn’t have to get up at the crack of dawn to slip out of the Poseidon cabin before anyone noticed she had spent the night. She and Percy could just lounge around together and be lazy for half the day, before one of them finally got up and made breakfast.

It was starting to get a little late, but Annabeth couldn’t bring herself to get out of bed. It was comfortable and Percy was there. Plus, they were deep into a discussion about the architecture of the city, which only made Annabeth happier and more unwilling to move.

There was one temple in particular that Annabeth had only seen photos of, but it looked incredible. It was Juno’s, which was unfortunate, because Annabeth would really love to sketch the ceilings for her design class.

“We should go see it,” Percy said, “It sounds amazing.”

“I wish,” Annabeth sighed, “But Juno loves to torture me. Nobody can go in unless they’re married.”

“Okay, then. Marry me.”

Annabeth waited a beat before rolling over to stare at him. His face was dead serious, but Annabeth still thought he might be messing with her.

“What?” she asked. It seemed the safest thing to say.

“Marry me.” he said, again, simply.

“Are you being serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be serious?”

“Uhh, I don’t know,” Annabeth said sarcastically, starting to count out reasons on her fingers, “We’re barely 21, we’re not even done with college, we’ve barely even lived together—”

“We’ve known each other since we were 12, college is dumb, and we’ve made it two months living together and we’ve barely had any problems, so—” Percy said, folding each of Annabeth’s fingers down with each rebuttal.

“College is not dumb.” Annabeth countered. It was his weakest argument, but unfortunately it was also her lamest reason.

“Okay, fine, college isn’t dumb,” Percy said, waving his hand dismissively, “but waiting to get married because we’re still in college is dumb. It’s not like we haven’t experienced the real world or whatever, we’ve been doing that since we were kids.”

“Yeah, but that real world is different than like, being an adult, with a real job and a real apartment and bills and—”

“How could that be harder than fighting in two wars and literally crawling through hell?” Percy asked, only he was grinning now, because he knew he had her. She hit him with a pillow in retaliation, and he laughed.

“You’re impossible,” she said, trying to sound mad, but it wouldn’t quite come out angry.

“You just don’t like that I’m out-logicing you,” Percy said, a little smug.

“You are not out-logicing me,” Annabeth huffed.

“Okay, give me one good reason why we shouldn’t get married, then,” he said. That dead-serious look was back on his face. Annabeth would have preferred him to be smug.

“Well, first of all, you don’t have a ring. What kind of lame proposal is that?” Annabeth said, knowing she was just stalling for time.

“Who says I don’t have a ring?” Percy asked, straight-faced. The look on Annabeth’s face must have been extraordinarily panicked, because he sighed, looking defeated.

“I don’t actually have a ring ‘Beth. You can put off your heart attack.”

“Oh thank gods,” Annabeth sighed, covering her eyes with her hands. That really would have been too much too soon.

“But I can get you a ring, so that’s really a non-issue,” Percy continued, undeterred, “Next reason.”

“Everyone’ll think I’m pregnant,” Annabeth grumbled, hands still over her eyes. That made Percy laugh.

“They’ll just assume that we’re crazy for each other and also madly in love,” Percy said.

“And also that you knocked me up,” Annabeth added, moving her hands to her forehead and looking over at Percy.

“In which case it would be my fault, and we would share the embarrassment equally,” Percy said easily, grinning.

“That’s not even how it works,” Annabeth complained, “It would be way more embarrassing for me. Even though it's not true.”

“We can print ‘Annabeth is not pregnant’ on the wedding invitations,” Percy said, because it was his turn to make her laugh.

“Yeah, that’ll shut up the rumors,” Annabeth said, trying to ignore how the thought of wedding invitations made her stomach turn.

“Okay, I concede that pregnancy rumors are at least half-way a valid reason. But I’m going to need at least one more,” Percy said.

“At least?” Annabeth protested, “Is my potential humiliation not enough for you?”

“Mm. Not quite. I’m sharing at least 25% of the embarrassment, so it cancels out a bit.”

Annabeth wanted to argue that 25% was too high a percent, but he had chosen the number well. It was, to Annabeth’s calculations, fairly accurate.

“Why can’t we just wait?” Annabeth asked. She hadn’t meant for the words to come out as seriously as they did, but she saw Percy’s expression shift from joking to sincere anyways.

“If you want to wait, we can wait. Forget I brought it up”

She knew he meant it, and she was really tempted to take up his offer and forget about it. They had talked about marriage before, in an abstract way, and Annabeth hadn’t exactly been opposed, but he’d never asked straight up either. She had been clear that she wanted to be with him for the rest of their lives, but they’d never discussed a timeline for when they wanted to do things.

But it had slipped out so easily, and so sincerely. He really did want this. The least Annabeth could do was talk about it with him.

“But you don’t want to wait,” Annabeth said, rolling onto her side to face him more directly. Percy shrugged with one shoulder.

“I love you. I want to be with you forever. Why wait?”

“If you want to be with me forever, why do it at all?” Annabeth asked. Percy frowned, little lines appearing between his eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

Annabeth hesitated, unsure how to put her feelings to words. Marriage had always given her a kind of weird feeling, nervous and a little repulsed. She was sure a psychologist would have a field day digging up why, but she didn’t really care to know. It was only the prospect of doing it with Percy specifically that made it tolerable to her at all.

“I love you,” she started, slowly, “And I want to be with you forever. But why do we have to put this weird stipulation on it? Why can’t we just be with each other?”

“We could. I’ll be with you however you want to be with me,” Percy said, reaching out, and brushing a stray curl behind her ear. Annabeth tried not to sink too much into his touch. She couldn’t afford to be distracted now.

“But you want to get married,” Annabeth protested.

“Yeah. I do.”

“Why?”

To Annabeth’s relief, he didn’t look at her like it was a weird question. It would have been fair, it was a weird question. But he could tell what she was asking, what she was really asking.

“I dunno, I can’t really explain it,” Percy admitted, “I guess I just want to make that promise to you, that I’ll always love you and always be there for you, sick or healthy and rich or poor, or whatever the words are.”

Annabeth couldn’t help but laugh a little at the end of his statement, and his own lips turned up in a smile.

“You’ve already promised me all that, though,” Annabeth said.

“Yeah, but this time it’s official. Something bigger than just you and me,” Percy said.

And maybe that was it; the wrinkle that wouldn’t let her just dive in and say yes and get married at 21 like every other lovesick young adult. Promises. Because a promise made was just a potential promise broken and the more official it became, whether in a prophecy and a knife or a ceremony in front of all their friends, the worse the fallout would be.

“What’s wrong with just promising it to ourselves?” Annabeth asked.

“Nothing at all.”

“But you really want this,” Annabeth sighed.

“Don’t say you’ll do it just because I want to do it,” Percy said.

“But you really want it?” Annabeth asked. Percy took a second to answer, biting his lower lip the way he did when he was really nervous.

“Yeah. I really want it,” he admitted.

Annabeth studied his face, every earnest line marking his expression, right up to the crinkles in the corners of his sea-green eyes.

She tried to imagine being married to him, really tried. Not just in an abstract sense, but what it would look like, what it would feel like. To her surprise, it didn’t seem that different from what they had now. Maybe even better, in some ways.

They were already so much more than boyfriend and girlfriend, they had been for a long while. Soulmates was a cheesy word, but she did honestly and truly believe Percy was hers. And while the thought of actually getting married was a little horrifying still, the thought of being married to him was a little exciting. Having people understand, at least a little bit, what they meant to each other made her feel warm inside.

And he wouldn’t break his promises to her. He was the only one who had kept every single one, and a stupid piece of paper at city hall wasn’t going to change that.

“Okay,” Annabeth sighed, finally.

“Okay?” he asked, a hopeful smile creeping onto his face.

“Okay, I’ll marry you, you dumb idiot,” she said, unable to keep a smile off her face either.

Before she could continue, he leaned over and kissed her. She could feel how happy he was through his lips, and it was supremely difficult to break away, but she knew she had to or she would get lost and her stipulations would slip out of her mind, never to be seen again.

“I have demands, though,” Annabeth said, finally pulling back. Percy laughed, loud and earnest.

“I would expect nothing less.”

“I don’t want a big wedding. Actually, I don’t want a wedding at all,” Annabeth said, trying to suppress the shudder that crept up on her at the thought.

“Easy. We can elope. Next,” Percy said.

“Really?” Annabeth asked. She had thought that might be a bigger deal to him, but he just shrugged.

“I want to be married to you, it doesn’t matter to me how we do it.”

“Even if I say I wanna go to Vegas and get it done with an Elvis impersonator?” Annabeth asked, only half joking.

“Can we really?” Percy asked, his eyes flashing with excitement.

“Maybe? If we— okay, no, I have more demands, put a pin in the Elvis thing.”

“I’ve pinned it,” Percy promised.

“Okay. I don’t want a stupid gaudy ring, it's not practical, and diamonds are unethical anyways,” Annabeth continued. Percy nodded.

“No diamonds, got it.”

“I want to keep my last name, or hyphenate or something. And if I do change it I want to wait until we’re done with school.” Annabeth said. She was a little nervous about this one, but it didn’t seem to bother Percy.

“We could both hyphenate,” Percy suggested, “Jackson-Chase has a nice ring to it.”

“Chase-Jackson sounds better, but we can deal with the details of that later,” Annabeth said, waving her hand.

“Okay, I’m putting a pin in hyphenation order. Next.”

“I don’t want to send announcements or anything. People can find out when they find out,” Annabeth said.

“Okay, but we have to at least call my mom and Paul,” Percy said. Honestly it was impressive he had gotten so far without even a small amendment to her asks. “And Piper is going to be really pissed if you keep it a secret from her.”

“We can call your parents,” Annabeth promised.

“And Piper?” Percy asked, raising an eyebrow. But the thought of telling her best friend besides Percy was getting less cringe-inducing by the minute. Annabeth actually felt herself getting excited about Piper’s potential reaction. She would absolutely freak out in the best way possible.

“She can be our witness. If you’re cool with that,” Annabeth said. Percy grinned.

“That sounds great.”

“Even if I ask her to make it as irreverent as possible?” Annabeth asked.

“We’re getting married in front of Elvis, I’m not sure how it gets more irreverent than that.” Percy said.

“We put a pin in Elvis,” Annabeth corrected, “But I’m positive Piper can somehow make it even more irreverent if she puts her mind to it.”

“Never thought I’d know an Aphrodite kid so willing to ruin a wedding,” Percy said fondly. Then an excited look flashed across his face.

“Plus, she won’t be able to stop herself from talking about it, and then we won’t have to tell anyone.” he added. He sounded so triumphant Annabeth had to laugh.

“You’re right, that’s perfect. So, when are we doing this?”

The smile on Percy’s face faltered slightly.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Because we really really don’t have to.”

Annabeth hesitated slightly. In truth the idea still scared her a little, even with Percy’s promises that they could do it in the most goofy, non-traditional way possible. But his insistence that he would stand by her with or without getting married was the thing convincing her. If she asked him to drop it now, he would, and he wouldn’t bring it up again, even though it was a big deal to him.

And really, it wouldn’t be such a big deal to Annabeth as long as they didn’t make it feel so official. Breaking a promise you made in front of an Elvis impersonator felt much less disastrous than breaking a promise you made at city hall. But it didn’t even matter, because Percy would never break that promise anyways, no matter where he made it.

“I want to be with you. And you want to be with me,” Annabeth said, “It’s a little weird for me, but if you want to do it, I’m down.”

“Okay. Cool,” Percy said, letting himself smile again. It was so radiant it just about chased away every last shred of lingering doubt Annabeth had. Not to mention the few added advantages to being married that had popped into her mind in the last few minutes.

“Plus, we’ll get a better tax refund,” Annabeth added, and Percy collapsed into laughter.

“I love you so much, I don’t even care that you’re marrying me for the tax benefits,” Percy said, rolling over and kissing her again. Annabeth let this one last longer, let herself sink into it.

“We’re getting married,” Annabeth said breathlessly, when they finally separated.

“We’re getting married,” Percy agreed, grinning.

So, maybe the institution of marriage was weird and a little sexist in origin and reminded Annabeth of old prophecies and old promises. But that was in the past. Percy was the future, her future, and wanted to have every single moment possible with him.

They were going to go to Vegas, and hire a random guy dressed as a 50s rockstar off the street and have Piper make the whole thing as ridiculous as possible. And then they were going to live the rest of their lives together, maybe as the Jackson-Chases, (or if she had her way the Chase-Jacksons), and she would finally have a word to describe Percy besides “boyfriend” which had been woefully inadequate for years.

Plus, her rebate next year was going to be awesome.

Annabeth grinned. Maybe marriage wasn’t so bad after all.

#trying a new posting format just for funsies #percabeth #percabeth fic #percabeth oneshot #Annabeth chase #percy jackson #percy x annabeth #percabeth fluff #annabeth x percy #proposal fic #if Annabeth seems OOC it's because I'm ✨projecting✨#i wrote this completely forgetting about her something permanent thing i was just focusing on the abandonment issues lmao #i think this is a reasonable interpretation though? idk lol #my fic

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trainsinanime · 3 years

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Here’s a Miraculous Ladybug story idea that I may write some time, but probably not, because I only really care about chapter two of what would probably need to be at least ten.

Chapter one features Lila going after Marinette full-force. Not the weak boring „she rips up her notebook so hard that Marinette has to move to Gotham“ crap. We’re doing this properly: Lila convinces the Mayor that Marinette is planning to resurrect Napoleon and bring him back to power. So the Mayor has Marinette imprisoned without trial, because apparently he can do that in the Miraculous universe, and not even her friends or family know what’s going on.

Chapter 3 and later will detail how Marinette managed to escape the prison after fourteen years, with the help of a professional hypnotist. She discovers a pirate treasure on a small uninhabited island off the coast of Italy. With the money from the treasure, she buys the island and the title of nobility that comes with it, and returns to Paris. Rich, and now officially a countess, she will reward those who were loyal to her, and destroy all her enemies. (I haven’t yet worked out what that means in detail.)

But the really interesting part for me is what happens in those fourteen years. Here are my notes. Content warning: Dark, Major Character Death, Intended as over-the-top and silly but maybe not over-the-top enough, and of course, Adrien/Lila:

With Marinette gone, a lot of joy drops from the class immediately. Everybody loves her, and they only have weird rumours about what happened to her, rumours that they can’t believe even if the source is Lila. (No, we’re not doing class salt. Yes, that means my options for enemies in the later chapters are limited. I don’t care, I love Alya and the rest of the class and I am not throwing them under the bus.)

The first time Ladybug doesn’t appear to a fight, everybody is pissed. The second time, they’re even more pissed. The third time, they’re worried.

Chat Noir does his best. He decides to capture the Akumas, so Ladybug can cleanse them when she returns. For now, he stores them in mason jars. After a bit of thought, he decided to just store them in the cellar of the mansion, in a box labelled „Adrien’s favourite toys“. Nobody ever looks there.

No Ladybug means no cleanup. (The ear rings are kept in the warden’s office in Marinette’s prison, so Ladybug is out of commission for fourteen years). Adrien again tries to help, spending way too much time cataclysming debris. A child has lost their favourite plush shark in a river of chocolate? Chat Noir manages to „find“ and „clean“ it. No, it’s totally the same shark, not a new one that he just bought, believe me. The child is happy, but clearly it’s not enough.

The first time the Eiffel Tower is destroyed, rebuilding it is a matter of national pride. If Ladybug is gone, then France will step in. Gabriel donates a lot to the effort.

The second time the Eiffel Tower is destroyed, authorities decide to leave the debris as a monument. The statue for Ladybug disappears.

With no Ladybug, Hawkmoth realises that he can’t get the ear rings. Attacks decrease, to once a month, then once every three months; apparently just to check whether Ladybug has returned. Around Adrien’s eighteenth birthday, it seems like Hawkmoth might retire for good. On a completely unrelated note, Gabriel appears to have lost all will to live.

Adrien can’t escape Lila, who continues to be employed by Gabriel, despite her not being very good at photoshoots. But he does his best to keep his distance.

Shortly after Adrien’s birthday, he is away, while Lila has a meeting with Gabriel and Nathalie. But tragedy strikes: Lila arrives and witnesses Gabriel shooting Nathalie and then himself. Why would he do such a thing? Good thing Lila is such a reliable witness. The case is so clear that the police don’t even have to check the gun for fingerprints.

Adrien is stricken with grief. He tries to call his friends, but nobody will reply. It’s almost as if someone with access to Gabriel’s computer had used the spy software on Adrien’s phone to disable it. But that’s clearly absurd. There is only one other person who is there to comfort him: Lila. Adrien doesn’t like her, but she is someone familiar. She spends the night.

The next morning, Adrien is disgusted, and the two part ways. But two months later, she reappears and tells him she is pregnant and it’s his child. She has a whole speech prepared about how he needs to take responsibility, but it’s not necessary: Adrien will not let his child grow up without a father.

The next month, the wedding is a weird affair. Lila wanted something grandiose, and she got it. But all their friends know that this is anything but true love.

Alix wonders aloud what Marinette’s role would have been if she had been here. Alya jokingly says that she’d be the bride. Adrien overhears, and he realises: Yeah, she would have been. He loves her. Always had. This moment is when the only wedding picture is taken where Adrien smiles.

Seven months later, Gabriel Agreste Junior is born. Adrien loves his son with all his heart, but he has questions. But Lila and her top-notch expensive doctors assure him that this is perfectly normal, sometimes pregnancies take a month longer or two. Adrien is not fully convinced, but he doesn’t want to cause a fuss.

Around this time we also get a new Hawkmoth, who is much meaner, but doesn’t seem to have as clear a goal. Everybody’s best guess is that this Hawkmoth is just going after whoever last pissed them off. (Totally forgot this one in the original version of the post, sorry)

Two years later, Lila’s daughter Emma Marinette Agreste Junior is born. Adrien picked the second name while Lila was asleep. Since Lila is not involved with her kid’s upbringing at all, she has not yet noticed. This time, Adrien is convinced that something is up and Lila is lying to him. The reason: He has recently learned how babies are made, and he knows for a fact that he never did that with Lila.

He confronts her. Lila isn’t concerned, though. What’s he going to do? Divorce her? Then he’s never going to see the kids again. The things she could make a court believe… Adrien is horrified by that thought, especially since he knows very well that he’s the only one in the marriage who loves these children.

Meanwhile, Lila’s own career as an actress isn’t going well. She’s a great natural talent, sure; she can make anyone believe anything. But to be a great actor, you still have to turn up on set every day, and not just when you feel like it. Oh, sure, she has great excuses, but the jobs still dry up fast. And while you can make up a story that makes you look good about one make-up artist you made cry, maybe two, there is a point where it becomes a problem.

She blames Adrien for this, mostly because he will generally not back up her lies about where she was. He doesn’t really care, though. Despite her threats, what’s she gonna do, leave with the kids? Thanks to his father, Adrien had some top notch lawyers, and the pre-nup agreement is watertight.

Unrelated to all this, behold Paris’s new mayor, Chloé Burgeois. She’s been embroiled in controversy from day one. Some say she’s too young. Others say she only got the job because her father was mayor before her. Yet others point to her publicly difficult relation with her constant partner and off-again-on-again girlfriend Sabrina. But perhaps the biggest talking point is that in her office, she has a big painting of a certain heroine in red with spots, with the words, „what would Ladybug do?“ underneath. She’s never lost trust, and the press hates her for it.

One day, her old school friend Alya visits. Alya’s own relationship to Ladybug is difficult: Part of her still holds out hope, just like Chat Noir. Another part of her curses Ladybug for just leaving. Her goal now is completely unrelated to Ladybug, though. She has uncovered new things about the Napoleon Resurrection Conspiracy: The main witness (Lila) and the supposed ring-leader: Marinette. That can’t be right.

She wants Chloé to reveal the truth. Chloé herself has no idea, and very little interest in investigating. Her father told her that this was all secret, and that she should never touch this subject.

But she knows very well what Alya is asking for here. Alya got her big break as a journalist by uncovering the files on the Napoleon Resurrection Conspiracy in the first place. The revelation that it had all been swept under the rug was what caused the old Mayor to step down in the first place. If Alya is now saying that this might all be wrong, that means she’s placing her whole career on the line. That level of commitment means something.

For her own part, it took Chloé a while to admit it, but she was shocked and heartbroken by Marinette’s sudden disappearance as well. It was the first step to becoming a somewhat nicer person, and forming real bonds with her classmates. She has the access to the archives. She could uncover the truth, and maybe even find out where Marinette is now. It wouldn’t be popular, and it might be dangerous… but what would Ladybug do?

Chloé is all in, and it doesn’t take long until she meets Lila. Chloé would not consider herself a fan. She knows the difference between Adrien’s real and fake smiles. Lila refuses to clear things up, though. Instead, she tells Chloé that the french secret service does not allow her to say anything, and that Chloé better drop it if she knows what’s good for her.

Chloé ignores it. She also ignores it when she gets a threatening letter. After all, Ladybug was up against powerful people, too, and she never let that stop her. She even ignores when her own personal Yacht sinks for unexplained reasons, until her Butler and Sabrina explain to her some things about the history of the french secret service (actually I’m not sure whether this is too much in bad taste; the alternative would be that her vacation home gets set on fire).

She tells Alya that there is nothing to know, and blocks her cell phone number. The next day, workers remove the Ladybug painting. After all, what Ladybug would do is just disappear, right? Only fitting. Sabrina laughs a little too artificially at the joke. Yes, indeed. Ladybug would just stop doing her job when the people needed her. Perfect analogy.

With that, the basic outline is set. Chapter three would probably be short and tell the story of Marinette’s imprisonment. Chapter four is then where the real revenge starts.

Other points:

At various points, Luka is sadly strumming his guitar.

I’m not sure what to do about Marinette’s parents. The mean option is that they die, full of grief over their missing daughter. The very mean option is that they end up separating first. I’m not sure Marinette’s revenge spree works if they’re still around, and I definitely don’t ever see them turning away from her.

Nino and Kagami could do with an arc here.

Anyway, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this, but since I don’t know how to turn this into a full story, this is as good as it gets. If any of you guys want to borrow parts or all of it for your stories, please go ahead.

#miraculous ladybug #story idea #lila rossis lies get exposed eventually #mlb story ideas

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what-even-is-thiss · 5 years

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Testosterone and the towel section

Someone asked what testosterone does to your period so I’m gonna do my best to answer. I’m also gonna go over what happens downstairs in general because a lot of people don’t talk about that and it can be a little freaky. Most of this is anecdotal (as is most info about transitioning) but I’ll do my best. Warning for like... genital talk ahead. If that wasn’t obvious. I’m also going to be using mostly like... female terms. So be warned if that triggers you or whatever.

I am not a doctor. Just a non binary guy that is almost on his 11th month of T and does a lot of reading. If you have a specific question go to your endocrinologist. They know way more than I do.

Periods:

Your period will stop eventually if you are taking a dose of testosterone that puts you within normal levels for cisgender men. If you take your T with shots this is easy to determine. If you use gel, patches, or creams you’ll likely have to do a few blood tests and different doses before you and your doctor find you a dose that puts you in the normal range because everyone absorbs different amounts of T through their skin. This can take a long time depending on your specific situation because you have to be on the new dose for a month to six weeks before they have you take a new blood test.

Your period will not stop if you are taking a low dose of T. So if you are taking a low dose of T at first to keep things easy on your voice or because you don’t like fast change keep that in mind.

However, your period might be slightly or a lot different if you are on a low dose of T. Depends on who you are.

Unless you take your first dose of T at the highest possible dose through shots at the end of your cycle and you’re extremely lucky your period will not stop right away.

Usually it takes three to six months after you’ve started taking the proper dose for your period to stop completely. If your period doesn’t stop after eight months on the proper dose you should talk to your endocrinologist. Definitely do that. Don’t just sit and worry about it. Talk to them. They’ll know how to help.

During the time between when you start T and your period stops you’ll likely notice some different things. What these things are very from person to person but for example, during the in between time my period changed in length, changed in the time between cycles, and what symptoms I got. PMS was different every time, I got the worst cramps I have ever gotten in my life, and the blood changed in texture and consistency. It’ll be like the confusion and inconsistency that happened when you first got your period but kind of in reverse.

Months or years after your period stops you could get a small period that lasts for a very short time or just some general spotting. This is normal, but if it persists, talk to your endocrinologist.

The only way to get rid of bleeding entirely is to get a hysterectomy. So, keep a box of panty liners and pads on hand. Don’t joyously burn them just yet. You might end up needing them a little later, as horrifying as that thought might be.

Other genital junk:

Your vaginal discharge will likely change. How it will change varies. Some people report their discharge drying up completely, some say it just changes consistency and smell, and others get a whole lot more of it. There’s no way of predicting what will happen to you, but know that a change probably will happen. Maybe not right away, but it will happen.

After five to six years on T a lot of folks report extreme cramps starting up on the regular. The only real way of getting rid of these cramps besides pain killers is a hysterectomy, so if you want to have bio kids you might want to plan a pregnancy or freeze your eggs in anticipation of this happening. There’s no promise that it’ll happen though. It is pretty common but that’s not a guarantee it’ll happen to you. So if you don’t want a hysterectomy don’t rush into it.

If you want to get pregnant you have to stop T before you even start the process. If you are pregnant while on T it will hurt the baby. After you start T again a lot of the changes like body fat distribution and your period are going to have to start from scratch. The voice change and increased body hair will stay though.

(sorry for the bluntness in this section it’s awkward I know) Your clitoris will grow and at first it can really hurt. If you have a larger one and/or your body doesn’t cover it then it might rub against your underwear and that might hurt while it’s growing. The pain can feel like an ache or just general oversensitivity, or sometimes an occasional sharp pain. Often times clitoris growth is the very first thing to happen when you start taking T along with feeling overheated. You might notice a big difference within just a week or two and very quickly it won’t be covered by its hood anymore. It’ll likely stop growing after the first year and won’t get bigger than maybe two and a half inches and even that is really unlikely. Some people have reported it getting three inches long and being able to penetrate their partners with it but they read in a similar way to those guys that say their phallus is a foot long. Nobody believes them. It might end up looking like a little penis but keep in mind it will still be really really thin and short. If you get the surgery to turn your clitoris into a functioning peen you will have a micropenis. And if you want that then that’s fine. Nothing to be ashamed of. Just don’t go into this with unrealistic expectations.

If you have sex and/or masturbate you might notice a difference in your orgasms. Or maybe you won’t. Some people report their orgasms going from a full body experience to just being concentrated in their crotch. They might become more or less intense. Some people don’t notice any difference. I wouldn’t know because I don’t like sex. I’m just passing on what I’ve heard because I can’t really speak from experience here.

Your urine might smell different. Not worse or better. Just different.

You might get more hair down there. The hair might change texture over time. Keep this in mind if you shave or wax. Or even if you don’t.

Other weird things might happen. If any of them concern you then talk to your endocrinologist, gynecologist, or general physician. Don’t just suck it up or assume that it’s normal. Talk to your doctors. They’re a much better source than some guy on the internet (me).

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GOT7 AS: Doctors

Just some cute bullet points about what GOT7 would be like as doctors. I know almost nothing about doctors and medicine so take it easy on me with the factual accuracy.

Mark: Emergency Medicine

Mark is the stone-faced doctor who is head of the ER.

Despite the fact that the Emergency ward is always filled with people panicking, with life-or-death cases and horrifying situations, Mark always maintains a straight and calm face through it all. His ability to stay calm and composed and make rational decisions even when patients are bleeding to their death is what makes him the best Emergency medicine doctor.

He is very sweet and calm when not on duty, but his eyes flash with anger whenever one of the junior doctors get flustered while handling a patient.

Panicking at the Emergency room is unforgivable. A cool and rational decision could be the difference between someone’s life and death. Mark Tuan makes sure to drill that into every single doctor and resident that works underneath him.

But sometimes, when he has to declare a person dead and there’s nothing they can do to save them, Mark takes a moment to go into the other room and cry for a little bit. You were a junior doctor and you spotted him kneeling on the floor and crying in the on-call room one day, after a number of patients were brought in dead after a construction accident.

You realized that Dr. Mark Tuan wasn’t emotionless. He just bottled up his emotions until he had a convenient moment to release them. He was afraid that they would interfere with his work if he let them overwhelm him while he was handling the patient.

Some of the other interns and junior doctors were scared of Dr. Tuan, but he was actually quite shy and sweet. He once blushed when you brought him a coffee one morning and thanked you in a soft, shy voice. He brought you a coffee the next day in return.

You had also seen him playing with a small child when her mother was taken into the emergency room. She had been crying but Dr. Tuan let her play with her stethoscope and laughed when the large instrument wouldn’t fit properly into the toddler’s ears.

One of the nurses once told you that there Mark Tuan’s laugh was probably one of the wonders of the world. You couldn’t look at it for too long because it would dazzle you. He was probably the most popular doctor among all the female staff at the hospital because of his handsome looks.

It was really hard to find him if he wasn’t on duty, though. Dr. Tuan seemed to vanish out of thin air whenever he wasn’t on a shift and you had once spotted him practically racing to get home after he’d worked two shifts in a row.

But he worked hard, so you supposed he deserved it.

Jaebum: Neurosurgery

Dr. Im Jaebum is one of the most well-known doctors in the hospital. He’s won awards for his research in neurology and his picture is even put up in the lobby because he’s the most recommended neurosurgeon in the city.

You don’t talk to Im Jaebum before a surgery. When he’s putting his scrubs on and preparing to go into the operation theater, even a tiny unwarranted giggle from an intern will cause him to go ballistic. He once grabbed a junior doctor by the collar after surgery because the man misidentified a surgical instrument and almost handed him the wrong one. Nobody messes with Im Jaebum’s surgery.

Even though Dr. Im pretends to be extremely cold and professional, he lives for those successful surgeries when the families come to him later with tears in their eyes and thank him for saving the patient’s life. No matter how busy he is, Jaebum always takes out time to meet the patient’s family and explain exactly how the surgery is going to go/has gone.

It reminds him why he’s in this profession and it reassures him that he’s doing some good in this world.

Jaebum sometimes takes the junior doctors and interns out for drinks if they’ve worked hard and had a successful surgery. He seems a little gruff but he makes sure to give compliments just as often as he gives scoldings.

You often assisted during Jaebum’s surgeries and you thought he was extremely famous for his steady hands and steady gaze. But you once saw him turn white when he saw a little infant boy lying on the surgery table. Jaebum’s hands trembled for a little bit and he had to step out of the room for a few seconds but he returned looking calm and composed.

He is always a little bit softer with his female colleagues and it sometimes makes the male doctors in the Neurology department angry. But none of them have the guts to say anything to him about it.

Jaebum is also on the hospital’s Board. He attends meetings religiously and makes sure that all the departments are getting enough funds. He has a soft spot for Dr. Choi Youngjae, so somehow the OB-GYN department ends up with the most budget every year.

Jackson: Physical Therapy

Dr. Jackson Wang specializes in physical therapy and chronic pain.

He has a bunch of weird-looking machines and devices in his office including this enormous rubber ball. Nobody knows what all those devices are for. Even Jackson isn’t entirely sure. They’re rarely used because he mostly just recommends Pilates and yoga for common problems.

Always greets his patients with an enormous smile and asks them a bunch of random questions about their lives and day before he starts talking about their pain or what they need treatment for. You were one of his regular patients because you suffered from chronic pain due to a spinal injury some years back and Jackson always remembers his patients. Every single one.

Jackson gets a lot of old people complaining about body pains and he’s always extra sweet and smiley with them. You had once spotted an old lady who admitted to her friend that her pain wasn’t even that bad anymore, but she liked coming down to the hospital for treatment because of the ‘cute, sweet young doctor’.

A lot of his patients are sports-persons. Jackson wanted to play sports professionally once and he’s a complete fanboy, so he makes sure to take all their autographs and frames them so he can hang them up in a small corner of his office. That collection of autographs is his most prized possession.

Insists on his department being painted bright colors. It’s even more colorful than the pediatric wing.

Lives for the days when he gets children as patients. It’s not very often and Jackson is often bothering Dr. Kim Yugyeom of the Pediatric department to refer more children to physical therapy. But the one time Yugyeom did refer a little boy who had been in an accident and had his legs partially paralyzed, Jackson almost cried.

Gets a little bit hurt when people tell him he’s ‘not a real doctor’ but always forces a smile and tries not to get too angry about it.

Once an extremely rude patient called him a ‘massage therapist’ and Jackson smiled before calmly reminding him that he knew exactly which part of the patient’s body to press to make him pass out while screaming in pain.

The patient never came back for another appointment after that.

Jinyoung: Psychiatry

He’s the Departmental head of what most people call the “crazy” ward.

If you use the words crazy, retarded or anything else inappropriate around Dr. Park Jinyoung, be prepared to be kicked out of the hospital. He once fired a nurse from his department for referring to a difficult patient as ‘bat-shit’.

He likes to remind his staff that they never know when they might find themselves on the other side of the glass wall.

It’s a little bit scary because he has an almost psychotic glint in his eyes as he says it.

Dr. Jinyoung is extremely kind and understanding with his patients, and they all love him. But he can’t stand seeing parents and family who are ashamed of being found in the psychiatry ward. Once screamed at a mother who admitted that she was embarrassed of her daughter’s mental illness and wanted to take her home from the hospital.

His office is full of books on psychology. If he’s not dealing with a patient then he can be found reading in his office.

Has a slightly perverse interest in criminal psychology which also scares his staff a little bit sometimes. Jinyoung gets excited whenever he’s called in to evaluate the mental condition of a criminal, or a serial killer or something of the sort but you notice that he always looks miserable and exhausted and sort of... sad, when he returns from the evaluation.

He once admitted to you quietly that he doesn’t have a lot of faith left in humanity.

Keeps sending Dr. Kim Yugyeom reminders to come in for a psychiatric evaluation and once half-seriously diagnosed him with a mental age of 4 and a half. Dr. Yugyeom knows better than to come anywhere near the psychiatry ward.

Youngjae: Obstetrics/Gynecology

There are two beautiful sounds that one hears in the OB/GYN department.

The first is the sound of a newborn baby crying, and the second is the sound of Dr. Choi Youngjae’s laughter. Often, the two sounds can be heard simultaneously and then it’s like music to the ears.

Dr. Choi isn’t entirely sure how or why he ended up becoming an obstetrician, but he helped deliver a neighbor’s fourth child when he was still in medical school and the woman had told him that out of all the deliveries she’d had, he was the best doctor. Also, nothing made Youngjae happier than seeing new life come into this world.

He can sometimes be seen sneaking into the neo-natal unit after his shift is over and cooing at the adorable babies in their tiny little beds. You had caught him doing that once and he had blushed and tried to look professional as he walked away, but he admitted to you later that it made him feel less stressed to just look at the adorable babies.

He mainly specializes in pregnancy and childbirth but he sometimes has to deal with the ordinary gynecology department if no other doctors are available.

Once had to explain to a 13-year old girl what a period was and he got so flustered and embarrassed that he decided to stay away from ordinary gynecology and stick to the obstetrics departments where he could deal with pregnant women who thought he was adorable.

You noticed that he became extremely sad and withdrawn on the days when single mothers admitted to him that they wanted an abortion. Youngjae rarely tried to talk them out of it unless it was dangerous to their health but he told you that it made him sad. He never performs abortion procedures himself.

You once overheard a pregnant woman telling you that she had seen Youngjae’s smiling face after she’d had a c-section and since she hadn’t recovered from the anesthesia, actually thought that she was looking at a real angel.

Bambam: Ophthalmology

Specializes in illnesses and diseases relating to the eye and vision.

Tells every single female patient without exception that she has beautiful eyes in order to see whether she blushes. Sometimes even says it to the men just because.

“On a scale of one to ten, how handsome am I? Seven? Oh dear, you do need some serious treatment. Don’t worry, you’ll be able to see my devastating good looks with perfect clarity once I’m done with you.”

He’s designed his own version of the eye chart that he keeps in his office. They seem like ordinary alphabets but they actually spell out ‘Bambam is a prince’ if you read them all together. Once a Board member came by his department for inspection and forced him to take it down and replace it with the standard chart.

His department doesn’t get a lot of funds even though Bambam brings in huge money by performing lasik and other laser eye refractive surgeries. They’re cosmetic surgeries so they are extremely pricey. He likes knowing that he brings in some of the biggest money to the hospital.

Dr. Bambam can often be found pestering Dr. Im Jaebum in the cafeteria to help him get more funds for his department so that he can buy the latest technology.

Gets a lot of old people as patients, who have cataract issues and the like. Most people have to wear dark glasses after their eye surgery and Bambam only gives out really stylish ones with leopard-print designs on the frame. If you want ordinary ones they you have to spend extra money and go buy them from a pharmacy.

Is extremely chill with his colleagues and buys them all drinks when they don’t have any surgeries scheduled the next day. Once turned up to work completely hungover and wearing dark glasses so he was mistaken for a patient.

Yugyeom: Pediatrics

Dr. Kim Yugyeom is one of the best pediatricians in the city and delivers excellent results, but he can somehow never get the kids to like him. Dr. Jinyoung has a psychological theory that children have a tendency to identify Yugyeom as one of their own, which is why they don’t submit to his authority.

Dr. Jinyoung has since been banned from the pediatric ward.

People think the stuffed bear collection he keeps in his office is for the little kids to play with, but he secretly actually really likes collecting the stuffed bears and had to control his anger when a little boy ripped one of them apart once. He smiled and pretended to be fine but then told the nurse at reception to transfer the kid to a different doctor for his next appointment.

Nobody messes with Yugyeom’s bears.

He’s extremely smiley and friendly with patients and their parents. Dr. Kim Yugyeom is particularly popular with the single mothers because he’s so handsome and he always greets them with big, welcoming smiles. Some of them like to think he’s flirting with them but he just behaves like that with everyone. He tries to be polite about not giving out his personal number after one particularly lonely single mother once tried to sext him on the pretense of asking about her child’s health.

Yugyeom once had to reprimand a nurse for handling a child too roughly, but he couldn’t do it. He ended up calling in Dr, Im Jaebum to help him and the nurse somehow got fired. He still feels bad about it.

Most people think that Yugyeom is extremely innocent and harmless but the truth is, he’s most likely to be found clubbing with Dr. Bambam on weekends. The two of them like to pick up women at clubs by telling them that they’re doctors. It works like a miracle.

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Milkshake

Because my computer keeps on crashing on me so I did some exploring in my doc full with stories and I found this story I wrote over a year ago. Thought it was time for it to come out and play. This takes place within the Death Child AU and it's how Maka and Soul met. You don't need to have read Death Child to understand this. Enjoy!

Milkshake

Finally. The darkness had fallen and the moon shone and the stars were out as glimmering dots in the night sky. Only the sound of the clock ticking sounded filled the empty hamburger restaurant.

Soul swept the floor from the fries the customers dropped and paper cups teenagers had thrown to the ground and just left. The violin wept in his ear as he kept on sweeping.

The violin came to a soft end and Wes asked. "How did that sound?"

Soul could only roll his eyes. Even though he was trapped in his phone, he managed to get his hands on a violin and played on it whenever he had the chance. He still kept on creating violin pieces even though nobody but him would ever hear them.

"'s like your other pieces. Mom and dad would like it as always."

"But do you like it?" Wes empathised and Soul picked up his phone, seeing Wes excitingly looking at him as if he was a child eagerly waiting to open Christmas presents.

"It's cool. It's excellent like all your other pieces." He was a real musician and a true businessman. He knew what the people wanted and he knew how to deliver it. Every piece he made touched people's hearts just the right way and was appreciated world around by the music community.

"Yeah, but do you think it was too much?"

"You're the one with superior music knowledge. You know these things better than I do."

"But you're my brother. Your opinion matters to me. Especially now when you're the only one who can hear it."

Soul snorted and put the phone back into his pocket, continuing on his sweeping. "It's good. It's a masterpiece as usual."

"But do you really think so and aren't saying it just to get me off your ass―"

The doors slid open and Soul kept on sweeping. "We're closing in a couple of minutes."

"Don't worry. I won't stay too long."

He lifted his eyes from his pile of trash at the young woman entering. Hair in pigtails and her tiny frame drowning in a red knitted sweater. What was a kid doing out this late? Shouldn't she be home doing homework or something?

"A customer is a costumer," he murmured and he swept the trash into a pile when she took a seat by a cleaned table instead of ordering something. From the corner of his eyes, he caught the sight of her burying her face in her hands, running her fingers through her blonde bangs. He collected the trash and threw it into the garbage bag.

Her hands slammed on the table, startling him. "Do you ever just hate your friends?"

Soul cocked his eyebrow at the girl now turned toward him in her seat, clearly expecting some sort of an answer.

He had run with a bad crowd. A crowd he thought cared about him but in fact just used him. Of course he knew.

"Yeah," he confessed as he pulled up the black plastic bag from the can and tied a knot around the top.

"Like, if you tell them no you don't want to go on some random blind date, they should respect that, right?"

"I guess." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Come on, Soul," Wes said from his phone in the pocket. "Talk to her. Seems like she's a young lady in need for someone to talk to and clear her head."

Why him then? Couldn't she just go to her school's counsellor or her parents? He couldn't handle sad girls. Fuck. This was the reason he always hung out with his brother.

Soul turned his back toward the girl as he fished up his phone and raised his eyebrow at his brother's gleeful face. "Ah come on, don't look at me like that. You don't really have any friends and you could have a very positive impact on this girl's life. You've nothing to lose."

Soul rolled his eyes. He had to help this girl out, huh? He wasn't much of a talker and he had no clue how he could make a positive impact on this girl. Heck, if there was something he knew like the back of his hand, it was to mess things up. Throughout his life he had always ruined things for his family and been a huge burden to them. Now he was supposed to help this girl.

How could he even help a young woman like her? He didn't know how to listen and give good advice and all of that jazz. He didn't even know what he would do. He had no clue!

"Like, I don't even want to go on a date with a guy I have never met before. It would be too weird being stuck in a restaurant with someone I'm supposed to get to know and be in a romantic setting with a stranger."

He hadn't ever been on a blind date before, so he couldn't relate. Girls had never been interested in him and he hadn't been interested in them either. It had always been easier just to avoid the whole dating thing. How was he even supposed to give advice to her on something he had no clue about?

That's when it struck him.

He went over to the milkshake machine and quickly whipped up a strawberry milkshake and returned to the girl. Nobody disliked milkshakes, right?

"Sounds like you've a rough time." He placed the milkshake in front of her.

"But I don't have any money with me," she immediately defended.

"It's on me."

Her emerald green eyes widened as she stared at him. Big bright green eyes looked at him astonished. "Thank you." She pulled the milkshake toward her and grabbed the straw, taking a sip of the milkshake.

"Ask her if you should call her parents to get her," Wes said.

"Um, do your parents know you're here?" He returned to the register to start counting the cash. He doubted a teenage girl could beat him down and steal the money. Why not let the girl warm up in here. It was chilly outside and he bet even with the huge sweater, she must've been cold.

"If he did, he would probably be here dragging me back to the dorm."

"Dorm?" The question was thrown out before he had a chance to stop it.

"I live in a college dorm." She sipped on her milkshake, this time turning more toward him so they could talk properly.

"I see."

"Don't just say I see. She's obviously interested in talking to you and she's in college and that can only mean she's of age! Ask her what she's studying." Wes pitched in. "Oh! And while you're at it, place the phone on the counter. I want to see all of this."

Soul mentally rolled his eyes. Of course his brother's mind would go over there. It's not like he wanted his first time to be with some random girl who was nice to him. It… it had to be special.

But he did as his brother said and fished up the phone from his pocket and casually placed it on the counter. Who knew his brother would guide him through the world of talking to girls. Soul never saw it coming for sure.

The task of closing down the restaurant and counting the cash was completely forgotten in favour of talking to this strange girl. It was… it really was a while ago since he talked to someone who wasn't Wes.

"So what's your major?"

"I'm studying law. I'm on my second year."

"Law major," Wes cued. "That's impressive. And she's pretty cute."

She was pretty cute. Her eyes were a rich green reminding him of freshly cut grass and the avocado on the sushi he enjoyed to eat so much. Sandy natural blonde hair and not the bleached damaged hair he saw a lot of girls rock. Her lips a rich pink from the milkshake. She was indeed a beautiful sight.

"How about you?"

His eyes fluttered before he shook his head. "I'm not going to college." He hadn't even finished high school.

"So you haven't decided yet?"

Yeah he wasn't going to college. He didn't have the energy to pick up his studies and pass high school just to continue hell by going to college. He wasn't nearly as ambitious as the young woman in front of him. He could only imagine all the hard work she had to put in in order to go to college as a law major. "Something along those lines."

"How old are you?"

"22. You?"

"You don't ask for a woman's age―"

"21." Wes's hiss was quickly cut off by Maka's straight up answer. Wes let out a quick sigh. "You didn't go to Shibusen High, did you?"

Soul could only chuckle. "That obvious?"

"No, it's just my friends are older so I think I should've seen you before. You're… memorable."

He leaned on the counter and chuckled. "Yeah, I stick out like a sore thumb in a crowd."

"But it's not bad." She placed her now empty milkshake on the table. "I mean, it is unusual, I've never met someone with white hair and red eyes, but it looks good on you."

"Ohhhh! Did you hear that, bro?! She's attracted to you!" Wes whooped loudly in his ear, celebrating it as if him and the woman had announced a pregnancy or something just as extravagant. "You totally got to ask her out."

Hell no he wasn't. There was a huge difference between finding someone attractive and a polite way of saying you don't look like a freak, her way was definitely like the later. A successful and beautiful woman like her would under no circumstances be into someone with his looks and flips burger. There had to be so many good guys in her law class hitting on her and all. Who knew, she might even have a boyfriend or she might not be guy orientated at all.

"I bet you haven't met someone with my teeth either." He flashed his teeth, expecting some kind of horrified expression but instead, her eyes widened with curiosity.

"Wow." She shot up from her seat and crossed the space up to the register. She took a closer look at his teeth, and she didn't look at them with fear or disgust, just amazement. "Did you get them filled in?"

"No. They're natural."

"No way! That's really cool." Her eyes seemingly twinkled as she admired his mouth from every angle. "They look so sharp."

"Because they are."

"Look at you conversing so effortlessly with a girl. Ask if she wants a ride back to the dorms. Maybe she will even reward you with a date." He could just hear the flirtation in his voice as if he could transmit his thirst to Soul. This chick wasn't interested in him like that. She didn't do the winking or fluttered her eyes excessively as if she had dust in her eyes. She was just… curious.

But he couldn't deny the fact she was attractive and maybe he was a little interested in her. But just a little! He wasn't even sure, he had never had a girl admire his features like she dis. It was… heart-warming. He felt special and he liked it.

A soft melody played and the girl fished up her phone from her black jeans and unlocked it. Her eyes almost rolled into her head as she seemingly read a text. "I got to get going back to the dorms before my friends start turning the city upside down looking for me." She put the phone back into her pocket. "It was nice meeting you and thanks for the milkshake. It really did lift my spirit."

"You're welcome." He waved it away.

"Come on bro, ask if she needs a ride back to the dorms. It's dark and a young lady shouldn't be walking alone."

Yeah right. The girl had managed to get here and he was sure she could manage get back in one piece.

A smile played on her lips as she waved goodbye and exited the restaurant.

…

He was sure he wouldn't see the girl ever again. Sure this was all just a nice conversation to her, but his next shift his colleague told him a girl wearing pigtails had asked when his next shift would be.

It had stunned and flustered him to the point he had to go to the bathroom to calm down his racing heart. He must've left a good impression on her or else she wouldn't want to see him, right? If she just wanted a burger, she wouldn't have asked about him. He didn't dare to get his hopes up because she really was a sweet girl and he enjoyed their chat, it was surely just small talk with the cashier, right?

He couldn't get the blonde girl out of his head. Her cute twinkling eyes as she examined his teeth and the vague freckles on her nose. Just thinking of her sweet and warming smile made his heart racing.

For such a long time, he had just had his brother, before and after the accident, now, he had suddenly connected with this strange girl, and they connected well. He… he kind of regretted not asking for her name. He bet it was beautiful.

His brother didn't help him with his developing crush on the pigtailed girl. Wes was always notorious for his teasing and now when he liked a girl, it was like tossing gas on a flame. Every sentence was about her. He encouraged him to take detours passed the collage so he could possibly run into her. He didn't exactly enjoy going to crowded places and have children unknowingly screaming out their curiosity about him toward their parent and either receive a just stay away from him or some are unfortunate with hideous looks. It was a situation he would like to avoid. That was why he worked night shifts and was in the kitchen instead at the cash register.

It was night once again and he swept the floor once again from the trash the customers had dropped. The night was calm and he kept on cleaning to the pleasant sound of Wes's violin in his ear.

The automatic double doors slid open.

"We're closing soon."

"I promise I won't stay for too long."

He stiffened. It was like déjà vu as his gaze slowly went to the strange woman standing in the entrance in a black trench coat and cute red scarf. She smiled gently toward him and she raised her hand where a bill was.

"I bought money this time."

"She's back! She's totally into you! You gotta ask her out or at least give her a ride home this time!" Wes hooted in his ear.

He was left speechless. He could barely believe it. She was here! He really didn't expect her to return here, sure, his colleague had said she asked about his next shift― but he still didn't think she would return! Let alone now.

Silently he went over to the cash register and she went up to it and placed the bill on the desk. "Two strawberry milkshakes, please." He couldn't help but notice heat rising from her neck to her cheeks.

He took the money and grabbed the first cup, went over to the milkshake machine.

"And, um," the blonde gulped as she fiddled with the hem of her purple turtleneck. "Maybe… you would want to go, well, I read about this good movie on the web and it had gotten quite good reviews and maybe… you would want to go and watch it. With me."

He accidentally spilled the milkshake and turned toward her.

What had she just said?

"I can't believe you got asked out?!" Wes gushed with joy in his ear and broke out playing a happily melody on his violin. "You got to accept!"

"It's just…" she kept on fiddling with the hem of her shirt nervously. "… you seem like you're a nice person and well, it would be cool to hang out with you."

Was this really happening to him? He couldn't quite wrap his mind around the idea that she wanted to hang out with him. It made him… happy. Really, really happy. He had never really had anyone willingly hang out with him except for his brother.

He awakened from his shock and he wiped the milkshake mess on his pant and grabbed a new cup. "Sure." He made two new milkshakes and placed them on the counter.

"Really? That's great!" She beamed with joy and she pulled out a pen from her jacket. She started scribbling down digits on one of the milkshakes and she pushed it toward him. "Here's my number."

"Wait, but it's yours." He pushed the milkshake toward her.

"You paid for mine a couple days ago. It's yours."

His heart fluttered pleasantly and he could only gaze at her phone number on his cup. He did have a phone, but it was taken by his brother and didn't work. How the fuck would he manage to call her?

"Do you have one?"

Soul cocked his eyebrow with confusion.

"A phone number?"

"Oh." Soul massaged his neck.

"Just tell her the truth," Wes said in his ear.

"My phone's broken. I haven't bought a new one yet." Soul fished up the phone and waved the broken screen at her.

"Oh, okay, but you better call me!" She pouted and she looked beyond adorable.

"Don't worry. When you see a creepy phone number from a pay phone, you'll know it's me."

She raised her milkshake. "Cheers to pay phones and milkshakes."

Soul chuckled and raised his cup, gently bumped his cup with hers. "Cheers to…?"

"Maka. Maka Albarn."

"Cheers to you, Maka Albarn."

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