Rody got himself into a new job, his boss seemed like all the other bosses he had before. Little, does he know... There's something different about him, that changes everything in Rody's life.

What if in ending 1 of DeadPlate, Manon was actually alive? What if she purposefully ignored Rody's calls? What happened after Rody called her? This is an slow-burn story where Manon didn't actually die and lives as she proceeds to moved on from the situation she had with Rody, and where Vincent wouldn't be so psychotic. Rody's a wreck as he goes through series of negative emotions that fills his head, in which Vincent would help him, even if didn't like displaying vulnerability around anyone at all. Will Rody and Vincent become best friends? Enemies? Or lovers? -This is my first time making a story that isn't a oneshot, and I'm actually going to make this into a short series of mentally unstable Rody Lamoree and a less psychotic Vincent Charbonneau. This will probably be my practice story to help myself and get better in writing and in grammar. -Feel free to give any suggestions if you'd like me to add anything to the story! Just nothing weird or creepy. TW: Swearing, Smut [ART BY: rainny_leaf In X/Twitter] [Further TW's will be added soon into each chapters. I didn't exactly intent to add anything sexual, though... wouldn't that make the story much more engaging anyways?]

─────୨ৎ──── "You always smell like hospital antiseptic," Ivan muttered, wrinkling his nose. "What, you allergic to soap?" "Maybe I'm allergic to dumb jocks," In the world where Omegas are owned and silenced, Till survives by hiding what he is. Cold, guarded, and buried under scent blockers, he's managed to pass as a Beta - until he's forced to room with Ivan, a cocky Alpha jock who's way too curious for Till's safety. As tension sparks and secrets start to unravel, hiding gets harder. And being seen might be the most dangerous thing of all. ════════════ Jock Ivan x Emo Till Side ships : ♪ HyuLuka ♪ MiziSua

─── ･ ｡ﾟ🩶☆.☽ . ─── 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙪 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚, 𝙛𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙡𝙪𝙠𝙖. 𓂃𓈒𓏸 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨? 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 ... 𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙣, 𝙩𝙝e 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 with black eyes, 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 - 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚. 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚 - 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙚𝙧, 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙧 - 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩... 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 - 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐲, 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: - 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 ©️𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐦

COVER DRAWN BY ME Getting fired for supporting LGBT rights was definitely not on Till's bingo card for the year. One awkward meeting, one discriminatory boss, and suddenly he's unemployed, miserable, and questioning every life choice he's ever made. To cheer him up, his best friend Mizi drags him to a bar. Unfortunately, the bartender is annoying. He's smug. He's attractive. And for some reason, he keeps smiling at Till like they're sharing a joke nobody else understands. Even worse? He's exactly Till's type. As if unemployment wasn't already stressful enough.

Till has had enough of Ivan always upsetting him. It's time to turn things around. - Or, Till seeks revenge and tries to make Ivan angry, but things don't go as planned.

Ivantill Jockemo AU//Angst + spicy//new chapter every 2/3 days unless busy Till and Ivan haven't spoken in years. They used to be inseparable. Then everything fell apart. Now they're stuck in the same school, carrying old wounds neither of them knows how to heal. Till is trying to survive rumors, bullying, and the exhausting reality of being someone the world refuses to understand. Ivan is trying to pretend he's okay. He's not. Between secret messages, late-night calls, near disasters, accidental kisses, and feelings neither of them are ready to name, the two slowly find their way back to each other. The problem? Everyone else figured out they're in love long before they did. A slow-burn IvanTill story about second chances, identity, healing, and two idiots who keep accidentally acting like a married couple while insisting they're "just friends."

i do not own any rights to the drawing in the cover.