#and i thought she was making mashed potatoes but evidently not

[kerosene-saint]

everything I've ate today was extremely disappointing and I'm not happy about it

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: When your boyfriend finds out he didn't make you come, his anger quickly turns into lust.

Genre: SMUT (nsfm)

Warnings: oral sex (m & f receiving/giving), teasing, cursing, mature themes, fingering, talk of sex and orgasms (obviously)!

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

"So, how's your boyfriend?" Dorcas Meadows asks you one evening at dinner. She leans in closer and she sings-songs the questions as if your boyfriend is some kind of burning hot scandal. You glance up from your plate, your eyebrows creasing, as you cover your mouth to swallow and then answer your friend, 

"He's fine. Why do you ask?" you can't help the warmth that rises in your cheeks at the mention of James. Sure, you've only been dating for three months but it's been an absolutely amazing three months. 

"No, no, I meant in the bedroom," Dorcas deadpans which causes you to almost choke on nothing as your other friends chuckle. 

"How'd you know about that?" You ask, sending a glance at Lily Evans who looks sheepish as she shrugs her shoulders from beside Dorcas. She was the only one who was supposed to know you had slept with James a week earlier. You made her promise not to tell anyone because well, the experience had been slightly disappointing. 

"Heard he didn't make you finish," Dorcas continues carelessly and your eyes round when you see James and his friends come up from behind her. Dorcas didn't see them and she finishes her sentence with a wide smirk, "Who would have guessed James Potter is shit at making girls come?"

Your heart pounds in your ears as James stands behind Dorcas, his mouth open and his cheeks suddenly burning crimson. His friends stand on either side of him, their faces drained of color, and you feel like you could just crawl into a hole and die. Your fake moans come back to haunt you; 

"James, J-James," you groaned, wrapping your legs around him as you bruised your face in his neck. James's curls stuck to his forehead as he moaned into your skin and sucked on your collarbone. Thinking you had finished, he pulled out and kissed your lips before he smiled an exhausted smile. 

"What?" Your boyfriend mutters, his voice shaky. His friends are silent, not daring to make a sound as yours look horrified for you. Dorcas's shoulders are tense and she looks at you, muttering a "sorry," behind her breath as she shoves her mashed potatoes in her mouth.

You've never seen James leave the Great Hall so quickly and you sprint after him. You manage to catch his arm and pull him into an empty classroom. You press your hands to his chest, letting him lean against a wall, but he just pulls your hands away.

"James Potter is shit at making girls come?" He repeats Dorcas's words, his tone piqued, and you can't tell if he's more upset or disheartened by the implications of the words. "When we," he pauses and turns his head away from you, "you didn't orgasm?" 

Frantically, you claw at his collar, shaking your head as guilt overwhelms you. "No–I- I didn't, but James," 

"You faked your orgasm?!" James interrupts, hurt now evident in his eyes as his voice grows more squeaky.

"James, I- I didn't mind," you start to explain, "Really! You were just so close and I could tell you wouldn't last much longer and- I needed more time. I didn't want to make you wait for me," you bite your lip, looking up at him. 

James's chest is rising and falling rapidly. His dark, hazel eyes flicker from yours to your lips and then to all your features in the middle. Gently, he lowers your hands from his collar. "Y/n, why didn't you tell me?" his voice comes out strained and broken.

Your heart shatters. "And why have you been going around telling all your friends I'm shit at making you come when you never even gave me the chance! I thought you had!"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," your expression hardens and you scrunch your nose, "No one was supposed to know. I only told Lily because she's my best friend. I tell her absolutely everything! I guess she must have mentioned it to the others. I'm really sorry, James. Are you terribly angry with me?"

James frowns. He obviously wants to feel angry with you. He wants to be seething mad that you faked your pleasure and then went around telling your friends, but all he can think of is that night. How you looked; that beautifully flushed expression, mussed hair against his pillow, the way your lips had opened and closed to let slip your moans. 

James clenches his fists. Had that all been a lie?

He looks at you now and his eyebrows scrunch. He walks closer to the wall, backing you into it as you stare at him. You can't help the way your heart is beating as his closeness. "Okay, tell me, what did I do that made you feel good then?" James asks seriously and you're surprised by the question.

You'd expected more yelling, or blaming—

—definitely less seducing. 

"I-," you pause when James's eyes narrow and his hand moves to hold under your chin, wrapped easily around your neck. You inhale, eyes widening as he applies some pressure. He looks angry but there is also a deep, lustful, fire burning behind his eyes. His breath fans over your mouth as he whispers, 

"What. made. you. feel. good?"

"I- I liked when you kissed me, kissed behind my ears, kissed my collarbone," you mutter, breathing becoming even harsher as you remember that night. How you'd been sprawled out on his bed, legs intertwined, and he'd kissed all your worries away. James wastes no time in attaching his lips to your neck, under your ear, and you let out a shaky breath. 

"I- also- I liked when you used your fingers," you say as if prompted by the feeling of James's foot sliding over yours and pushing your legs apart. His hand dips down to your panties and he feels how wet they've become. He doesn't comment on it, just slips his hand under them and teases your clit.

"You should have told me," he reprimands in a whisper, his fingers sliding up and down your slit. 

You clutch onto his arms and shake your head, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you mutter like a prayer. 

"You should have told me because I wouldn't have stopped until my girl had come for real," James says with a nip at your skin. You let out a whine as his finger easily slides into you and he kisses you to muffle the sound.

"Fuck, my gorgeous girl. How could you?" he says as he pulls away and looks at you with slightly glossy eyes. "How could you not tell me?"

"I didn't want to embarrass you," you whimper as he runs his thumb on your clit. 

"Embarrass me?" James's eyes darken and he uses the hand holding your chin to push your head against the wall a little harshly, he scoffs, "You did just that and so much worse, my lovely," he pauses, "It doesn't matter anymore because I'll show you that James Potter can make his girl come." 

"I'm sorry," you say again. You chew your lip to suppress the needy sounds you're making. James shakes his head with a smirk and kisses the side of your mouth. He then moves his lips onto yours, teasing you with his tongue. 

"You will be," he smirks and slides his hands down your sides until he's on his knees in front of you. You look at him, his hair is messy and his expression is flustered. James grins wolfishly. He squeezes your hips and pulls up your skirt to bunch around your waist as he kisses above your panties.

"Did I not spend enough time on foreplay with my girl? Is that what it was, lovely? Was the feel of my cock just not enough for you," he soothes your embarrassed whines with another sweet kiss on your exposed stomach, "don't be shy, it's okay. You should have told me," he insists again, his words still a little harsh.

"I'm sorry, Jamie," is all you can manage to mutter, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel James's hands grip onto your thighs. You're already soaked. How embarrassing. James smirks and pulls down your panties. He slides his index over your entrance and hums when he feels your wetness. With a wider smirk, he spreads your pussy lips and exposes your needy clit. 

"You're so needy, love," James teases, "I just can't resist kissing you all over." 

As he says this, he attaches his lips to your clit and you let out a broken moan. Your hands find his hair and you chew on your lip so your noises aren't muffled. James hadn't done anything like this the last time. It had been messy and needy the first time. He'd used his fingers to open you up but you'd both been so eager, you'd missed foreplay. 

It seems likely the lack of foreplay was the issue because you feel like you're in heaven now. 

"J-James," you moan, almost incoherent as he licks and sucks at your core like a starved man. You didn't think he'd be so good at this. Your thighs clench around his head and when he pushes them apart, you moan uncontrollably. 

"Don't," James reprimands as he opens your legs and looks up at you. You can barely focus. James smirks and licks his lips. Standing up, he takes your chin in hand. "Do'ya wanna come on my tongue or my cock, darlin'. Please, tell me now because this time you are coming. I'll make damn sure of it."

You can barely form coherent thoughts let alone words as James tightens his grip on your chin. "Tongue or cock, Y/n," he says so seriously your stomach clenches with need. 

"I- I don't know," you whimper. 

James drops your chin and makes the decision for you. With a smirk, he lowers his head and places his lips around your clit again, sucking until you're once more a moaning mess. With one last whimper, your thighs tremble and you come apart. 

James moans into your pussy, pulls away, and uses the palm of his hand to rub your clit as he finishes you off. You're completely spent when James stands and kisses you. You can taste your own release on his tongue and feel his hard cock pressed against your thigh. 

"Jamie," you whine, eyes lidded. You want to please him too. 

James just deepens your kiss and whispers into your mouth, "What do you want?"

You reach out and run your hand over the bulge in his trousers. James hisses and grips your wrist, shaking his head with a stern look. "Honey, this is about you. 'M okay," he promises, but his eyes squeeze shut as his cock hardens even more. He mutters a curse under his breath. 

"I wanna," you mutter. It's your turn to drop to your knees. 

James's protests are futile because you have his cock in your mouth very quickly. While you don't necessarily enjoy giving head, this time it feels entirely deserved and you suck him eagerly. James's hands find your hair as he curses, "Fuck me," and his hips involuntarily buck into your mouth.  

"Shit, baby, I'm gonna come," he mumbles, biting his lip. 

You take him deeper, encouraging him with a small smile as your hands find his thighs. You feel him want to pull away, not wanting to come inside your mouth, but you hold him still. With a grunt, James comes and you look up at him as you swallow obediently.

Without another word, James pulls you up and smoothes down your skirt as he spins you around and kisses you passionately. You help him tuck himself back into his trousers as he kisses you and you smile against his lips. "Thank you," you say. 

"Don't thank me for making you come, darlin'," James argues, his cheeks still a little flushed from coming and the lingering embarrassment. You move to hold his cheeks in your hand and you kiss his nose. 

"Thank you for making sure I'm taken care of," you whisper anyway and lean your forehead on his. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier," you say. 

James wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in closer, "Damn right you should be," James's eyes soften and he kisses your cheek, "I'm sorry if I made you feel like you couldn't tell me. Just know, from now on, when we play—I'll make sure you come. Hard."

You giggle at this and James just nuzzles his face in your neck, enjoying the beautiful sound of your laughter.  

[maidragoste]

Chapter Two: A United Front

The Hunger Games AU

Katniss!Jacaerys x Peeta!Reader

Chapter One Chapter Three

First of all, thank you very much for all the support that the first chapter had! It made me really happy to see every comment and reblog, it really motivated me to continue writing 🥰🥰

Please let me know again what you thought of this chapter in the comments, as always, likes and reblogs are appreciated too 💖💖

My inbox is open so I'm always willing to read your headcanons, opinions and answer your questions.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

Jacaerys was irritated. Firstly, because it is evident that you had already begun to play in front of the cameras since when you two arrived at the train station you did not bother to hide your tears, you probably thought that perhaps this way you could get a sponsor or else your strategy was to show yourself weak and like an easy prey to later fight in the arena. That's what Sabitha Vypren, from District 7, had done in her games.

The second reason for his irritation was his uncle. Larys hadn't said a word to him since before the Repair or even now that they were on the train heading to the Capitol. This was supposed to be the time for them to prepare strategies together, for Larys to give them advice on surviving the arena, but his uncle seemed more focused on enjoying the pork chops and mashed potatoes. Jacaerys was also eating, he was ready to eat everything he could to gain the most muscle mass before the games started, but now and then he would stop and stare at Larys hoping that at some point his uncle would decide to speak.

“So, what do we have to do for Jacaerys to win?” you asked, breaking the silence and making him choke.

You were the first to react, you quickly got up and started hitting him on the back until he finally spit out the piece of meat. Effie looked at him with disgust.

"Are you okay?" you asked, looking at him with concern and now caressing his back. Jacaerys noticed how his uncle looked at the two of them with interest. He had no idea why, neither of you two had done anything extraordinary, he made a fool of himself by choking and you ran to save him…Well, I had to admit that your action was striking, someone else would have let him die by drowning to have one less competitor in the arena, not only that but you just said that you wanted to help him win. It didn't make sense… Unless it was another strategy to gain his trust only to then stab him in the back in the arena.

"I'm fine," Jacaerys responded, putting his hand on your arm to stop your caresses. You blushed and moved away from him as if you had been burned by his touch. “What do you mean by that you said earlier?” he asked you once you sat back down.

"You have a chance to win, Jacaerys," you declared as if it were obvious. Evidently, he couldn't hide his confusion because you continued talking "You know how to hunt and you have good aim. Every time my father buys you squirrels he says that the arrow always hits the eye, you never ruin the body" the boy felt the heat rise to his face at your words and he was sure he was blushing because suddenly you seemed to be stopping yourself from smiling. "So if either of us has a chance of winning it's you. I'll probably be one of the first to die but I think I can be of help in the interview" you said the last thing looking at Larys.

Jacaerys felt his appetite disappear. It didn't sit well with him to hear you talk as if you were already resigned to dying. "She's got a good right hook," he said, looking at his uncle. He couldn't let Larys give up on you quickly, if you lost his interest then he surely wouldn't bother trying to help you win. "Lucerys told me. She hit a boy who was bothering him and gave that idiot a black eye."

"Jacaerys, I won't be able to win just by hitting people. Besides, there are surely tributes even bigger than that boy, they will attack me before I can even land a hit on him."

For a moment he had the image of an unknown tribute mercilessly attacking you with a sword before you had the chance to defend yourself. His stomach fluttered at the image of your broken body.

"You, on the other hand, can attack from afar with your bow. If you hide well you can have an advantage" you continued and went back to eating without realizing that your companion was looking at you with a frown.

Your attitude was irritating him. You should have been trying to impress Larys by saying what other things you can do but instead, you keep talking about him. It did not make sense. It had to be a strategy or maybe you were thinking it was a lost cause to try to win the games by having him as a district partner and his uncle as his mentor. You probably believed that Larys would choose to put all the chips on him just because he was his nephew. That made him furious.

"She can lift weights. I saw her lifting sacks of flour"

You suddenly dropped the cutlery sharply on the table. "Enough, Jacaerys," the annoyance was evident on your face and in your voice. "Don't try to make me feel good just out of pity, please. I know I'm going to lose. Everyone knows that." "You made a gesture with your hand to let you continue talking when you saw him open his mouth." Do you know what my mother told me when she came to say goodbye to me? There may finally be another winner in 12. She wasn't talking about me" you said looking into his eyes.

Everyone knew that your mother was a witch but Jacaerys never imagined that she would be one with her own daughter. It was cruel to tell you that when perhaps it could be her last talk. She should have faith in you. Or at least give you the benefit of the doubt. He wanted to comfort you but he had no idea what to say. Besides, he didn't think his uncle would be happy if he saw him being nice to you. He would tell her that he was weak and that he didn't come here to make friends.

So Jace settled for looking into your eyes, hoping that you could somehow understand that he didn't want you to give up.

"Oh, darling, that's horrible," Effie said, breaking the tension between the two of you, placing a hand on her heart, she seemed genuinely moved. "I think you should try hard to win and prove your mother wrong."

You didn't say anything, you just gave a sad smile to the district escort. A moment ago Jacaerys felt bad for you but now he can't help but think that maybe you only told your last conversation with your mother to gain Effie's sympathy and get her to talk about you to her friends in the Capitol. He hated analyzing everything you did but he couldn't let his guard down with you if he wanted to go home to his brothers. He was sure that if Lucerys was with him and could see what was going on in her mind he would tell him that he was being paranoid. But maybe it wasn't wrong for him to doubt you, Jace thought when he noticed that Uncle Larys seemed to be evaluating you with his gaze.

“Let's start to see who his competitors are,” Larys finally spoke, ending the dinner.

Jacaerys was relieved to see that your stylist had put you in an outfit just like his, at least if he ended up making a fool of himself at the parade he wouldn't be the only one. You're wearing the same shiny leather boots and the same full-length black leotard with the cloak that flutters in the wind. The only difference between the two of you was that your suit seemed closer to your body, highlighting your curves.

As you are taken to the lower level of the Renewal Center, Portia, your stylist, along with her team can't stop talking excitedly about what a sensation you two will be. Cinna, Jacaerys' stylist who came up with the idea of setting their outfits on fire, seems tired of the congratulations. Jace couldn't help but wonder if perhaps he, too, was nervous that it wouldn't work and would end with them dead. You didn't look nervous, which shouldn't surprise him considering you were probably used to fire since he worked at the bakery.

Once they arrive, they basically find a giant stable. The opening ceremony is about to begin so the stylists are having their tributes ride into carriages pulled by a group of horses. Cinna and Portia lead you and Jacaerys to their carriage, both of them carefully arranging the posture of the two of your bodies and your cloaks before stepping aside to talk something between themselves.

“What do you think of the fire?” Jacaerys asked you in a whisper. He tells himself that he's just talking to you to distract himself from his nerves.

“At least we're not naked,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders. Jacaerys grimaces as he remembers those poor tributes who had to parade naked covered in black dust. It had happened years before his uncle became a victor, the only reason why everyone knew about that incident was because whenever the games approached on television they did a recap of the best kills, the best dressed as well as the worst deaths and the worst dresses. In the latter, those poor tributes always appeared.

“Uncle Larys definitely wouldn't have let that happen. He probably would have hit them with his cane as soon as they told him that idea,” Jace said with a small smile as he imagined his uncle hitting the stylists and scolding them. You must have imagined the same thing too because you started laughing. Your laughter was contagious so he soon joined you, feeling his nerves disappear for a moment as well as the heaviness in his shoulders. Cinna and Portia will probably be upset that you two lost your posture but neither you nor Jacaerys seemed worried about it.

"If something goes wrong I promise to take out your cloak while you take out mine," you said trying to get serious again but from the corner of your lips, it was evident that you wanted to smile.

"Deal," he agreed with a small smile.

Jace's calm demeanor disappeared the moment he saw his uncle. He tensed as he watched him walk towards the carriage, ready to feel his eyes judging him and scolding him for acting like a child. His uncle was right to be angry, now the other tributes would see them as weak and stupid.

"I want you to present yourself as a united front," Larys said, surprising his nephew.

"What?"

"If you want to win then you have to do everything I say" the mentor reminded them "So you will go out, hold hands, and greet the audience" In his tone of voice there was no room for discussion but Jacaerys had many questions. He couldn't do any of them because when started playing the opening music Larys headed for the exit.

"Come on, don't look so upset. It's not like I have scabies," you nudged him. If he hadn't been focused on seeing the tributes from District 1 in his glowing robes then he would have noticed how the sparkle in your eyes seemed to have dimmed.

It's not many minutes before you and Jacaerys are near the doors. As the District 11 tributes leave, Cinna appears with a torch. You and Jace don't have time to back away when the stylist turns on both of your cloaks. The three of them sigh in relief when they see that it worked.

“Remember head up and smile. Oh, don't forget the most important thing, hold hands. They're going to love you!" Cinna quickly tells them before getting out of the carriage.

Jacaerys hesitates before taking your left hand. Unlike him, you don't hesitate to intertwine your fingers with his. You give him one last smile before his carriage enters the city. The crowd seems alarmed at first when they see the fire but then they soon begin shouting both their names. Jace can't help but feel overwhelmed by the feeling of everyone's eyes on him so he focuses on staring at the screen. For a moment he is breathless, the two of you look wonderful, especially you look brilliant as you wave and blow kisses to the crowd. In the low light of twilight, the fire illuminates both of your faces and your cloaks seem to leave a trail of flames behind. Cinna got what he wanted and gave you both a chance, no one would forget about you two, you really made a sensation.

You squeeze Jacaerys's hand and remind him under your breath to “Smile.”

Then he tries his best to give his best smile and starts greeting you. Someone among all these people must have wanted to sponsor him. This was an excellent opportunity to win over the audience and he had to take advantage of it. He remembers the words of his uncle Larys, so he raises their joined hands, making the screams increase even more. When they enter the City Circle they lower their hands but neither you nor Jace try to let go. During President Snow's speech, Jacaerys is distracted by feeling you caress his skin with your thumb, he tries not to think about it too much, he tells himself that you must be nervous and you do it unconsciously. Luckily it doesn't take long for the national anthem to be heard and the carriages travel around the circle for the last time. Jacaerys notices that the screens seem to show you two more than the other tributes.

He finishes confirming that it was not his imagination once you arrive at the Training Center and get off your carriages. As Cinna and Portia remove their cloaks, you and Jacaerys notice the angry glances of the other tributes, especially Royce Baratheon, the burly boy from District 2 who volunteered, and his district partner Agatha Durrandon.

Jace notices that the two of you are still holding hands so he lets you go.

"The flames suit you well and you have a beautiful smile" you declared with a smile making him blush.

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[paper-starz]

EXPECTATION VS REALITY

(Also known as the characters I did NOT expect to canonically act like that.)

Howdy

OUT GOES OUR BELOVED SOFT CATERPILLAR SHOPKEEPER FOLKS.

In goes the bossy, sassy, and quick-witted caterpillar that would NOT hesitate to sell you SOAP instead of mashed potatoes!! And honestly, Howdy's voice is basically what I was expecting it to be. 10/10 for the voice-acting.

Sally

I HONESTLY THOUGHT SHE WAS GONNA BE WAYYYYYYY MORE CHAOTIC!!!

I think it’s the overalls that make her seem super childish and rowdy (overalls are usually associated with rowdy ness!)

And her being so poised and elegant?!???? OH! I did NOT expect her to be so avant-garde!! Not that I’m complaining….

As for her voice, again, at the time, I was thinking of Sally being more of a trouble-maker, so I was thinking of a much more raspier voice.

But the voice they gave her instead????? UGH!! BEAUTIFUL!! CHEFS KISS!!!

Home

Ah yes, the murder house that might not actually be a murder house.

Based on my lovely theory over here! Go check it out! Or don't!

But honestly though, everyone should apologize to Home right now >:(

Including me.

Home, I am so sorry for making you the main villain of my AU that rips puppet limbs and stuff. Well, kinda, I had an entire plotline revolving about Home but alas, I must stay true to the LOREEEEE.

Its kinda funny how I made a complete 180 on Home. I did have that little feeling that said that Home might not be so evil, I just didn't have any evidence at the time! And now I do :D So please! Enjoy these sickly drawings because I have been sick! It's kinda why I wasn't posting any art for these couple days! I have not been feeling 100%. Oh well, I'll draw again AFTER I get better! (Hopefully soon!)

[inthemoodforlove4eva]

Blood Orange String Of Fate Theory Amplified.

I was inspired to continue with this post after seeing @freedelusionshere bring up the Blood Orange a while back. Also this is my first full analysis here on tumblr so I am nervous and so excited!!! Please share your opinions and thoughts

Another thing to note is that this not based on my original idea, a while back someone in the #sydcarmy tag explained that Sydney and Carmy possibly met or Carmy saw her before. (I would love to chat with you if you happen to see this post! lol ) The person went on to explain that this possible Sydcarmy moment happened at Empire on the day of The Blood Orange dish that is known to be Sydney's favorite. I support this theory and have some evidence that I would like you guys to read.

SO LETS GETS INTO IT !!!

EVIDENCE 1: The Chef and The Consumer

Food being the central focus of the Bear is used to portray bigger ideas and themes when it comes to its characters. Like Carmy = Tomatoes and Sydney = Cherries explored by @fresaton or @bootlegramdomneess creating the family style vs michelin mode post.

But this time if we look outside of the food and instead looked at the Chef (creator of the meal) and consumer (person who eats the meal) there is a recurring theme about connection and the three things that can come from it. To put it explicitly when a chef creates food for someone the characters either reestablish a current connection, create a new connection or learn something new. Here are some examples:

Marcus and Sydney bonded over a meal after quitting in Season 1 of the Bear. As shown above. (NEW CONNECTION)

Sydney makes a meal for Natalie and they become closer. A display of care and love. (RE-ESTABLISHING A CURRENT CONNECTION)

Luca makes a dish for Marcus as he is learning more during his time in Denmark (LEARNING SOMETHING NEW)

Tina makes mashed potatoes that Sydney's tries and acknowledges is good because it is (CREATING NEW CONNECTION AND LEARNING SOMETHING NEW)

Marcus and Tina in this scene both take the Chef role and Consumer role and are experiencing happiness (RE ESTABLISHING A CURRENT CONNECTION & LEARNING SOMETHING NEW)

Connecting and learning happens during the the CHEF AND CONSUMER EXCHANGE especially when they are in close proximity. Whether work related or not the creation of food changes theses character's lives everyday.

Now I will carry this idea as I also mention a another piece of evidence.

EVIDENCE 2 : Sydney's Creation and Carmys Creation

There is a lot of mirroring between Sydney and Carmy, like a lot. Many times in the SydCarmy tag this is acknowledged by many analysis posts. However I want to focus on two specific scenes that happen in Empire and the Beef.

Carmy rebels and creates the blood orange dish which Sydney receives at Empire

(Picture taken from @whenmemorydies)

This is exactly similar and a parallel to Sydney rebelling against Carmy by giving her Cola Braised creation to a consumer at the Beef

(picture from @whenmemorydies)

Now what is really significant about Sydney's scene is that she establishes a new connection with her consumer. Displaying the Chef connects with consumer idea from earlier.

So this begs the question why wouldn't this have happened at Empire also? As each part of the scene is similar why would the moment of chef & consumer not happen?

Also with how much the blood orange shows creation and rebellion wouldn't it make sense that Carmy was curious about someone who ate this meal?

Curious about her........

Of course there are the other questions like how is this is not shown in the Bear and why the characters do not talk about this in their first meeting?

I think as explored by the original poster of this idea maybe Carmy forgets about this as he wrapped in the early stages of grief as his brother dies while he is at Empire. It wouldn't be surprising if his memory is faulty as that sometimes happen when people are experiencing grief. Also Sydney may not want to address their history because she thinks Carmy does not care to remember.

So this is where the theory ends, I wish I had more cause I loved it so much when I first saw it explored by another person on here.

The thought of any of this being true would make me go crazy me cause i already ship them so much with this possibly added to it I would explode lmaoo

But again THANK YOU TO ANYONE WHO READ THIS FAR I AM NEW TO THE ANAYLSIS PART of Tumblr SO THIS WAS FUN!!

bye for now

[icouldhyperfixatehim]

last twilight finale time for me and i'm going to jot my thoughts as i go and just post it altogether bc i don't want to fill the tag w nonsense to excess so lets go

4 minutes in and i'm already pissed off. 3 years my entire hole, ugh. where's that meme of a woman putting a toy out of a child's reach? i'm the woman the child is p'aof and the toy is fucking time skips

so glad mork got to fulfil his five minute dream of being part of the exploitative tourism sector decimating hawaii. cool love that for him, it's definitely better than finding healing through love and support or whatever

i hope they had fun with the mork porjai implication bait and switch, because night walked through the door and my only reaction was: well obviously -_-

and here's the man himself! aof why are you doing your stan lee cameo in THIS ep of all eps. you could have photoshopped yourself into the last twilight mountain scene like the teletubbies sun and i'd have been less fucked off w you right now

okay but i'm never too bitter to appreciate a nice little bookshop. this is cute. i hope the shelves have braille indicators or smth. would have been cool to see some practical accessibility considerations - evidence of what day has learned and how he's letting the ladder down for others. also where's his white cane? i thought he was finally using one?

the lighthearted tone of this flirting...i am being gaslit. rubbing sugar in my wounds doesn't feel any better than salt hey

i do love watching porjai get the full princess treatment though, she deserves it

their "adult" conversation over cake has me so weary. don't explain how you want me to interpret this narrative thanks, i'm a big girl with some, nay, muLTipLe brain cells. you can tell me it was all about mork pitying day and day not liking to be pitied, but i don't like being told what to think. it's a disservice to these full, multifaceted characters to turn them into informed-storytelling puppets

porjai is my ep highlight so far for real. namtan, the actress that you are and the beauty that you have in the bridal get up. nightporjai are so dark horse special to me. THIS. THIS is what i wanted for mork! to do the growing and the healing IN SUPPORT AND WITH LOVE TO STAND FIRM FROM AGHHH, not on the arse end of america for no reason at all

ah, the classic romcom airport dash, except i'm mad lmao butWAIT PORJAI DOING A GRIFT FOR LOVE SHE IS THE EP HERO!!!

oh christ. oh christ they're not are they?

no

no they are...oh my god. oh i'm. i've written this whole thing pissy over the relationship thing i didn't even. oh my god. i'm heartbroken.

"the worst page in my novel" i'm. i actually feel a little sick. how horrible. what an absolute reversal. they waited until the last 15 minutes to make my worst fear on seeing the very first trailer come true, they waited until my guard was down

to all my disabled buds out there, wherever you fall on the spectrum of weary to deeply hurt by this narrative decision: your happy ending is in no way reliant on you someday "getting better". you do not have to "get better" to be whole, to be worth loving, to find meaning and joy in your life. you are not incomplete.

this is so busted. i'm so incredibly disappointed by this turn. they cocked this up massively, i need to go make mashed potatoes bye

[joannaofarkham]

So, I was looking at my very old and unfinished wips and found this little gem. This is the very first idea I had for an aot x star trek au, and it's much lighter than the one posted in AO3.

Now I'm thinking if I should complete this as a stand alone and a completely other aot x star trek au 🤔

800 hrs., 6 Hours Before Graduation

"Cadet Ackerman, you may start."

The raven-haired cadet nods cooly at the panel of officers in front of her. She glances at the lieutenant, a Betazoid, just like her, who has placed a recorder and a lie detector on top of the table, but the young cadet knows that the lieutenant won't need the latter. 

As a Betazoid, and a full-blooded one, they have telepathic abilities. They can tell right away if a person is lying, not just by their thoughts, but also by their emotional state.  Cadet Mikasa Ackerman has almost the same abilities, being a part Betazoid. While she can't exactly read someone's mind, she can determine how someone is emotionally, including if they are guilty or not. 

So, there's no point in lying in front of a Betazoid, much more in front of a Starfleet officer who's monitoring her statement on the incident that happened last night. Mikasa just hopes that by telling the truth, she won't jeopardize their graduation.

And they said this isn't a court-martial but it sure feels like one. 

Mikasa inhales, then exhales to relax her nerves. Then she starts giving her statement about the brawl among the upperclassmen cadets which include her, her friends, and a shuttlecraft used in one of their classes that was almost torn to pieces, starting from the very beginning.

2000 hrs., 18 Hours Before Graduation

The chattering of young upperclassmen cadets fills the halls of the academy's grand mess hall. The excitement from these cadets is intoxicating, talks of what's next evident in each group huddling together at their own tables as they share their last meal as outgoing cadets of Starfleet Academy. Finally free from exams and projects, the cadets are making more memories as they can for one more night, for tomorrow their goodbyes and see-yous will be the ones reverberating in the academy halls. 

Tomorrow, they will be standing before their loved ones, the Federation, and the rest of the Starfleet officers, ready to explore strange new worlds, ready to seek out new civilizations. 

Ready to boldly go like the officers before them. 

Tomorrow, Starfleet Academy Class of 2377  finally graduates and joins the continuing mission of Starfleet as fully-fledged ensigns of their first starship. 

Mikasa and her friends aren't any different from these hopeful graduates who are excited to go to their first missions, may it be within the Alpha Quadrant or beyond the deeper space.

Still in their uniform, Mikasa and Sasha queue up in one of the replicators. Their friends have already secured a table for them, waiting until everyone got their dinner. 

"Do you think any of us will be assigned to Captain Smith's ship?" Sasha asks Mikasa as they move closer to the replicator.

 Mikasa just shrugs and said, "I'm not sure. When I got a transmission from Levi earlier, he said his shore leave to attend our graduation just only got approved after finishing one of their first contact missions, and that he was on his way to the nearest Starbase to get an en route here. The transmission was recorded, I guess two, three days ago. Seems like their ship is too far to get back in time for the roster."

"That's too bad. I always wanted to serve under Captain Smith. They always get the best missions." Sasha sighs softly. Once they reach the rows of replicators, she recites the dinner she wants and the machine obliged.  A tray with a plate of steak, mashed potatoes, greens, and a glass of synthehol appears on the replicator's receiving tray. The academy has lifted the synthehol ban for tonight for the upperclassmen, so everyone is getting rounds of it, even if they know they won't really get the buzz like the real ones give. 

It's Mikasa's turn to get her dinner from the replicator. Like Sasha, she recites the dinner she wants, just a bowl of donburi and soup, plus a glass of synthehol then gets her tray once it appears. Mikasa then responds to Sasha. 

"Honestly, I wouldn't want to be assigned to that ship on my first assignment. They always get the dangerous missions."

"You don't want to be in dangerous missions?" Sasha gawks at Mikasa. "You? Honey, you aced every hand-to-hand and phaser combat class we have. You're the fastest to dismantle and assemble a phaser rifle, I think dangerous missions should be scared of you."

"Just because I can do those stuff better and quicker doesn't mean I want to be part of those dangerous missions. I don't want to die yet, Sasha."

They reach the table where their friends are sitting. Almost everyone is there already and busy with either their food, discussion of plans they have for tonight, or sending in some last-minute projects to make up with their grades. 

On the left side of the long table,  at the very far side, is Armin Arlert, who is still checking his PADD as if he hasn't sent in all his extra projects, not that he needs the extra grades. He is already top of their class, and will definitely get a high appreciation award tomorrow with his understanding of Engineering and Advanced Warp Core Theory but he's too humble and shy to admit his brilliance and too nervous to fail a single coursework hence, he would grab the other extra projects thrown to them.

Beside Armin,  a tiny blonde Bajoran woman who's busy with her own PADD and then nudges him, as if he has sent her something offensive, is Annie Leonhart.  Though one of the shortest in their class, her hand-to-hand and close-range combat skills are as impeccable as Mikasa. She is probably the next best cadet in those classes since she and Mikasa would always and unintentionally compete for the top spot. But they have mutual respect for each other for being good fighters and for being what Armin considered the important people in his life.

Across the two blondes are Ymir Freckles and Historia Reiss, who are busy feeding each other the food they have got from the replicator– a variety of desserts ranging from cakes to chocolate candy bars. The tall brunette who did have freckles on her face had been dating the other tiny blonde woman beside her way before their Starfleet Academy days. 

Their story was they hopped on a ship going to Earth from their homeworld, which is one of the Federation's colony planets near the Cardassia-Bajor border to elope, and never turned back with what they left. Who would've thought that in this day and age, some families would still prohibit a budding romance just because they were of different status? Their friends were shocked when they told this story to them during their first year in the academy but they never missed showering these women with adoration and love. They'd hoped for them not to get separated after getting their ship assignment tomorrow after graduation but that would be a futile wish.

Looming over his tray of protein beside Historia is Reiner Braun. A beast when playing Parisses Square, a sporting event that could potentially injure players critically when played without abiding by the rules, but his friends will say he is the most sincere person in their circle.

Lost his parents at a young age during the last stretch of the Cardassian occupation in Bajor, Reiner lived with his remaining relatives who were freedom fighters at that time. The danger in his life wasn't done yet even if the war with their oppressors was over. There was unrest among the Bajorans since the planet was left without a leader. Civil wars were inevitable then, and Reiner was tasked to take the young ones to safety. 

Together with Annie and Bertholt Hoover, who is sitting across from him, they evacuated Bajor with the other kids, for good. Starfleet officers who were assigned for a diplomatic mission discovered their freighter floating dangerously near the Cardassian border but they were successfully rescued. The captain of the starship Reiner boarded saw the three's dedication and potential, so they were recommended by the captain for Starfleet Academy admissions. It was an opportunity he could never miss, especially because he knew that being a Starfleet officer could give him the chance to support the younger Bajoran orphans like him to live a better life. And, maybe, to go back to Bajor and help rebuild their nation.

Beside Reiner, the fair-haired young man who was smiling and beckoning Sasha to sit beside him, is Connie Springer. He is not the brightest of the cadets, he almost failed some tests during his early years in the academy and had to stay behind after classes for extra work, but his determination has pushed him to do better bit by bit.

But when it comes to having fun, Connie is definitely the man for it, along with Sasha. They are like PB & J these two, one would mistake them for dating but really, they stuck as buddies throughout their academy days for the only cadets who repeated Exochemistry in their class batch. And the guy has a delectable food palate, always knowing which dish goes well with what drink. If he weren't able to pass the academy, he would have pursued a profession related to food. 

Connie is also very good with programming holodeck stories, something his friends really like about him. The best holodeck simulation he did is based on an ancient Japanese graphic novel, a manga as they would call it, about giant people called Titans that attacked a lone island and ate its occupants. It’s a fun holodeck simulation where he and his friends play roles but it will take a while for them to finish it with the upcoming graduation. 

Sasha beams back at Connie and sits beside him, while Mikasa sits next to Sasha. She then circles back to their topic. 

"I'm just saying, Mika. Regardless of how sensitive the mission is, with your skills, I think you'll do well with Captain Smith's missions."

Mikasa scrunches her nose and sips from her cup of synthehol. "Eh, they're still dangerous, and besides, it would be weird for Levi and me to be on one ship."

Connie is now the one to speak up. "Why would it be weird? Wouldn't it be easier since he's your cousin? Oh, and also, won't their ship be on the roster?"

Everyone at the table stops whatever they have been doing to listen to Mikasa. Like Sasha, they are also looking forward to being commissioned to USS Sina. Mikasa looks at everyone at the table and shrugs nonchalantly, just like before in the replicator queue. "Levi will come here aboard another starship. No luck, guys."

And just like Sasha, the young cadets at the table state their desire to have their first assignment in Sina, their excitement and eagerness bubbling.

A small smile creeps on Mikasa's lips. She will definitely miss this bunch. Sure, there will be a chance for some of them to get assigned on the same ship as her, but a career in Starfleet means years before meeting your friends again. It won’t be surprising if some of them get promoted to lieutenant junior grade or even a higher rank the next time they see each other. 

Her eyes scan the faces on the table, realizing that they aren’t complete yet. Three people are  still missing from their circle so she asks, "Hey, has anyone heard from Eren, Jean, and Marco?"

It’s Armin who answers her, closing his PADD and putting it aside. "Oh, Eren said they’ll be coming late. They're still doing some last-minute routine checks on the trainer crafts they're using for tomorrow's exhibition." 

Mikasa nods then sighs softly. She loves all her friends, really, but she can’t help feeling incomplete whenever Eren was away.

[thecollegerations]

Apple strudel

I struggle to grasp this dearest, and i mean that literally. The moment I reach to grab the treat it comes apart in sheets, as If I'm skinning alive a victim from a horror movie. The skin is paper thin, the sheet looks as if I could build lanterns out of them and send them to long-lost lovers from distant lands…I should answer her calls, actually. 

Simply Picking up the confection it squirms and wiggles, not yet coming to grasp to it’s doom. Holding the amalgamation. it reminds if an apple pie that was dumped during a rain storm, Sad and broken, soft and flimsy.

Taking a bite The theory about the apple pie is true, I also pity the poor thing clearly past its prime. But as sad as I saw it I was not expecting the the forceful punch of the apple after. It feels as If I took a bite of fall, the leaves, the bitter air, the white woman and their pumpkin spice lattes. It was pleasant and oddly timeless. I would rate it as a festive flavor Yankee candle  

Pastry Cream

Dear god, I fear what humanity has created; never in the 18 years of my life have i been fearful of being eaten, but as I stare down this…this THING, I can only hope i am spared. Simply looking at it scares me all I can compare it to is the blob. The texture concerns me as I feel if I touch the creature, I will become absorbed. 

As much as I tremble with fear writing, I hope my family will find my will and burn the remaining evidence I hold. I slowly approach the creamy blob dipping my finger in it. If I was blind, I may have mistaken it for mashed potatoes but I am not blind therefore, i have the advantage. 

Immdently after taking a lick of the cream on my finger, I cum to learn the errors of my way. “How could i be so blind?” I cry out as i fall to my knees, tears flowing from my eyes. The shame is almost unbearable. Yet I crawl back to the container of the creamy ooze, digging my finger back in. consuming every last drop as I haven't eaten in years. Have I eaten? When was the last time I ate? Wait, why am I unable to rember what I was doing before this…Hello? I didn't agree to this...This is not what she promised me it was only supposed to be present!

It’s best to ignore what happened. The taste was very sweet and practically melted on my tongue, and I would totally recommend this to a friend I would rate this cream one delicious existential crisis.  Is anyone there…?

Creme Brulee

Similar to the cream on both looks and taste. The only difference I could find was the addition of sugar adding a nice crunch. Almost as if I was crunching on a bunch of keyboard keys. As well as a nice caramel leche flavor, I wished people tasted like this. I would rate this crunch a real munch.

Churro

As I hold the hold the churro in my hand the only thought that comes to my mind is how this is what a giant must feel. The small cylinder log is perfectly ensnared within my hand, cowering as I bring it closer to its doom. As I a titan eater of words ready to consume the pitiful shape. 

It resembles a small wooden log, covered in a sugary substance I can only infer as an ancient infection from long ago. Simply touching it infects my skin, I can't imagine what the possible long-term effect could be. The smell is unimaginable, I fear what it could be

Taking a bite, crushing the outer shell of the armor I reach the soft core. The infection runs too deep, corrupting the innards with sugar or possibly cinnamon, violating my mouth with a tasty flavor. My only regret was not being able to dip it remains in molten chocolate.

I would rate this deceptive treat an outbreak in the making, I may not make it from this one…

10/21/2023

[bitchybylershipper]

alright yall just got home from my first experience with an overnight camp and i have a few things to say

on the way up there we were driving along a river and i genuinely got so excited about it i started shaking and then my only thought was "i should probably go outside more often"

so i wasnt talking to anyone on the way up i was just chillin in the back of the 15 passenger van and then the girls in the seats in front of me wanted to talk to me or whatever on the last stretch of the drive so they were throwing goldfish at me to get my attention 💀

when everyone was trying to figure out which bunk they were taking it sounded like everyone was trying to decide on a sex position

it was like 11:30 and the lights were off and one of the girls was walking like REALLY heavy like a goddamn elephant or something and i was like jesus christ who tf is that

people forgot to turn off their school alarms so at 5:30 i woke up to a dog barking sound and it woke up everyone in the cabin EXCEPT the person whose alarm it was 💀

at 7:15 i woke up and wanted to take my counselors life because her alarm was windchimes and it was on like volume 110

im so autistic i forgot that other people actually change their clothes everyday so when i came back from the bathroom yesterday i was shocked to my core to see three girls without shirts on

i did not really know anyone yesterday morning so i didnt want to talk to ANYONE and then the camp leader was like hey youre quiet and i was like i dont have very much to say my friends arent here and then he assigned someone to try to include me which she really tried but i am so bad at holding a conversation with someone im not comfy around and she gave up and went to play vollyball 💀

after that the counsellor with the horrifying alarm was trying to make me feel included but i was Not Having It and i genuinely felt so bad for her for trying so hard when i was not in a good spot to talk to

at lunch yesterday i had two cups of coffee and was going crazy in the lodge like my senses were mega heightened and i was talking so fucking fast like those people at the end of goddamn commercials and then i found a drinking fountain and literally and actually lost my fucking mind

at one point i was supposed to go get my folder but when i tried to grab it i accidentally papercutted THREE of my fingers and i was like bruh how even tho i knew something like that was going to happen i was still shocked appalled when it did

around like 4:00 i was in the bathroom and my cheeks were like really red and warm and i was like oh shit sleep deprivation is catching up to me again anti-fever medication save me and then the camp leader said something about sunburns and i was like ohhhhh thats probably whats wrong with me

my (new) friend violet was putting hot sauce on her goddamn mashed potatoes last night (i have photo and video evidence of this i am being so serious) and then another girl was taking shots of hot sauce out of literal fucking olives like black olives from a can

we got lost on a hike at 10:00 at night last night 💀

after the hike we had a fire and smores and then we did something called an affirmation circle where we all took turns being the center of attention and everyone had to say something nice about us and i was like oh god what are they gonna say about me and then it was my turn and they were all so nice to me i was about to cry

our camp leader didnt want to have a turn in the affirmation circle but we all wanted to let him know how much we love and appreciate him (for most of us hes our trusted adult) and it got really emotional and then when we got back to the cabins everyone was crying

one of my counselors used to be a massage therapist and those of us who wanted one she was giving us massages and basically turned us all into playdough by the way it was sooo funny how the people with anxiety disorders had the most knots in their muscles (hehe. my shoulder hurts.)

at about 1 am there were like four different snores happening and i was about to lose it

i think i just barely went over my sweet spot of just enough sleep because when it was actually time to get up my eyes did Not want to stay open lmao

we had waffles for breakfast. violet put fUCKING HOT SAUCE ON HER GODDAMN WAFFLES. HOT SAUCE. ON HER GODDAMNFUCKING WAFFLES.

violet also downloaded ttpd while we were hiking last night and we listened to it in the car i love her sm 🫶

[vivianaq]

Final Project Proposal

For my final project, I plan to photograph my mother making my favorite Mexican dish, enchiladas. The enchiladas originated in Mexico, and in making this traditional dish, you would roll the tortillas with your preferred ingredient (beans, cheese, chicken, mashed potato, or beef) inside the tortilla. The maize tortilla would be covered with tomato and chili sauce. That is why this dish is called enchiladas, which can translate to “to have seasoned with chili.” I read that this dish dates to the Mayan times, where corn was a staple crop and corn tortillas were common, except they were originally called tlaxcalli, before the Spanish conquistadors changed it to “tortilla.” Originally, the enchiladas were an unstuffed corn tortilla that was dipped in chili sauce, but during the Spanish colonization, the Spanish conquistadors appropriate this dish into their culture and modified the recipe by stuffing the tortilla with various meats and cheeses. There is also evidence that suggests that Mayans would eat the corn tortillas with fish rolled in it. It is also like the Mayan dish called papadzules in which the tortillas are dipped in pumpkinseed and stuffed with chopped boiled eggs and covered with tomato sauce.

The reason why I want to photograph this subject is because I am a descendant of Mexican parents and I would like to further explore my culture and share it with others. I thought that capturing the making and preparation of a traditional dish that comes with dark history like colonialism and cultural appropriation is a great way to learn about my family’s history. The ways my mother and her mother were taught to prepare this dish tells us a lot about how colonialism affected them and their ancestors.

My approach towards this subject is to photograph my mother going to the market and buying the ingredients she needs to prepare the enchiladas. Since the dish is colorful, my photographs will have color, and in post-production, I might enhance the colors. There will be directorial photographs, but most of the scenes will be captured as they naturally are. My main strategy for this project is to think of it as a short film. With that being said, I will have a wide shot of the environment that will set the stage for the story. There will also be close ups of my mother’s hands, cutting the vegetables and rolling the tortillas.

Overall, my objective is to share a part of my culture’s history through a traditional Mexican dish and persuade my viewers to try the enchiladas when they go to a Mexican restaurant, or even better, they can make their own enchiladas at home.

[clouddd-hannn]

Still Not Over Him - SKZ Yang Jeongin

COUPLE: STRAY KIDS Yang Jeongin x M!Reader GENRE: Angst, Fluff WARINING(S): Jeongin being a jerk, Jeongin red flag, toxic relationship SUMMARY: Being in a relationship was not easy. Forgetting someone wasn't too and Jeongin made you feel you were just a sticker to patch up the wound in his heart. [ (F/CB = Fave Clothing Brand) ]

You widened your eyes in shock as you watched the boy in front of you present you a bouquet of freshly arranged flowers. "M/N," Jeongin called your name with a small smile, making you look up at the male with nothing but pure surprise evident on your face. "L/N M/N, I want to ask you if you would be happy to become my boyfriend." With that, you burst out in tears as you nodded and hugged the other male who buried his nose in your hair, taking in the scent of your strong shampoo. The other university students cheered as they witnessed the whole scene unfold, including your friends as they shouted cheerfully. "You don't know how happy you made me feel, Jeongin." "And being happy is what you'll always be with me by your side," Jeongin stated as he kissed the crown of your head ignoring the cheers from other students. That had happened months ago, and now you two are eleven months into your relationship. Almost a year! Who would've thought? Your friends sure did. After all the commotion that had happened months ago died down into nothingness. They were used to seeing you happy so seeing you frown and sit there in front of them with dried tears on your cheeks was unusual to them. "M/N-ah," Yeongeun called your name to catch your attention but your eyes were still glued to your phone, eyes almost tearing up and lips crooked into a sad smile. You failed to hear your name come out of your friends' mouths so you sat there, looking at your current boyfriend's ex, Hwang Hyunjin. "L/N!" Hearing her shout made you flinch as you looked back at your friends who sat there with sad looks adorning their beautiful faces. "Yeo-eun, don't scare me like that. What's up? You needed something? Want to eat my mashed potatoes?" You asked them with a smile plastered on your face yet they could see through it. Dayeon sighed as she held the top of your hand and grabbed it, guiding it back to your spoon. "M/N. You have to eat more. I know you usually do but yesterday, you didn't eat anything that you passed out during compulsory Business Analytics Lecture. What is going on with you? You've never been like this before," she said, concern laced in her voice before she huffed. "I'm okay. Just got a low grade for Economics," you stated yet the other four were still not convinced. "It's true. I haven't studied for the test but luckily, I was able to answer a few questions right." Bahiyyih brushed back her blonde hair before looking straight into your eyes. "See? You've been too caught up with stalking Jeongin that you could barely even focus on you academics. We just want you to be happy when we tell you that you should break up with him," she explained yet it clearly angered you as you slammed the table with your hands, causing a loud clashing of dishes as you glared at them. Scoffing, you crossed your arms. "If you are truly my friends, you should support what Jeongin and I have. I love him, and I know he does too. If you're so set on making me break up with him, get your heads out of the gutter 'cause that will never ever be an option." "Why are you being upset?" Hikaru asked you with a raised brow yet you just dismissed her before finally walking away from the cafeteria. "There really is something wrong." "Yeah," Dayeon added as they all looked at the door in confusion. "You're right. There IS something wrong but I can't seem to put my finger on it. Whatever it is that's causing him to act like this, it's for sure because of Jeongin." And they were right. It was because of that male, he's exactly the reason why you were acting unusual. "M/N-ah!" Speak of the devil. You thought as you turned around with a forced smile and turned to look at the other male who ran up to you with a wide toothy grin. "Innie~," you called out with a small pout as you ran up to him with open arms, hugging the other male as soon as he was in your reach. "Do you like my tie?" Jeongin observed the red ribbon-tie that you used to hold your shoulder length hair that he adored so much. The other male genuinely

smiled as he nodded and caressed your hair gently, sighing as he stared at the red ribbon. "It reminds me of Hyunjin," he stated with a small frown, the smile on your face disappearing gradually before you decided to hum and pulled away from the hug. "I didn't know Hyunjin used to have long hair. I saw his insta and I only saw him with short, neatly trimmed hair," you explained to the other who smiled as he took in the cold breeze air and smiled, holding your hand in his. "And he looked really handsome. Unlike me." Hoping he would deny it, you smiled internally only to be disappointed when Jeongin hummed in agreement as you looked up at him in confusion. "Hyunjin really is handsome. I've seen his childhood pictures and it seemed like he never aged. To be honest, he gives off a vibe like he's some type of god." Although you were hurt, you still put on a smile as you chuckled and racked your brains out to change the topic before Jeongin blabbers on about Hyunjin again like he usually does. Then, it hits you. "Right! Will you be seeing me later at the restaurant? I've already reserved us a table at the Chinese restaurant we often go to." "Great! I'll be seeing you there. Ugh, I really want to go there together with you. This dang nabbit student council meeting," he stated as he furrowed his brows in anger, using his free hand to brush back his hair. "Hyunjin and I used to go to that restaurant so going back there seems a bit nostalgic." There he goes again. You thought as you sighed but nonetheless ended the conversation with a fake smile as you looked down, not wanting other students to see through your act. ----- Soon, classes has finally ended for both you and Jeongin and you planned on waiting for the other male but you wanted to surprise him so you decided to go ahead. Arriving at your dorm, you got yourself ready and putting a little bit makeup to make yourself look more handsome. "Well, well. Mister McLover is getting all dolled up," your roommate, Jaemin, stated as he leaned against the pole of his four-poster bed that he named 'Honey jjang'. You let out a small chuckle before rolling your eyes at him through the mirror and turned around to face him. "How do I look? Too flashy? No?" You asked the other male who shook his head and neared you as he patted your shoulder as an act of encouragement. Jaemin smiled and brushed some dirt that caught on your collar and placed his hands on your shoulders, looking straight into your eyes. "You'll be fine, M/N. Bet you you're date's eyes gon' blow up when he sees you walk inside the restaurant like 'Woah, is that really my boyfriend?'. Yeah?" The guy teased as you two giggled. "You make it sound like I've never dressed myself neatly which I haven't. I make sure to choose the nicest clothes to wear, thank you very much," you retorted with a smug smirk before using your hands to gather your shoulder-length hair behind your head and used the red ribbon-tie to tie it up whilst looking at your body mirror. "I hope Jeongin loves what I have in plan tonight." The other male shrugged as he crossed his arms and watched as you grab your things from your bed in a hurry, making him smile like a proud mother. "Oh, my baby is growing up so fast. I remember the day you used to pick your nose and eat your booger—" "Ugh, Jaemin. Gross. I admit, I did that when I was still, I don't know, 3? Hey, admit that you did it too," you challenged the other male who muttered a small 'touchè' as he walked beside you towards the door. "Ahh, I'm so nervous. So nervous even my balls are sweating." Jaemin's face contorted into somewhat disgusted before he fake gagged and shook his head. "TMI, dude. Seriously," the boy stated as he opened the door for you. "Okay, now I'm serious. Have fun and don't be afraid to be you. When something comes up, be not scared to call me or your friends, alright?" You nodded your head with a small smile before deciding to leave your shared apartment with Jaemin, waving goodbye as the other did as well.

----- Arriving at the restaurant, you already knew you've arrived earlier than Jeongin so you got everything ready. The spot you reserved was a VIP room so you two could have some privacy and just small talks regarding college life. You gleefully checked your phone to see if there were messages from your boyfriend but the last message was from 2 hours ago. Is his student council meeting getting too long? You thought to yourself as you slumped back on your chair and began playing with your hair. "There must be something I could do here to kill some time," you stated to yourself as you heaved out a breath and looked around the room to find something you can do for the meantime while waiting for Jeongin. Luckily, the windows were made of glass so you could easily see through it, gazing down from the building to see the wonderful parade of lights. Just seconds later, your phone began ringing which you immediately answered with a huge smile on your face. Seeing as it was your boyfriend calling you, you clicked the green button after the second ring and answered. "Innie," you stated as you sat down on the chair, waiting for Jeongin to answer. "Are you still in school?" "Uh, no. I just called to tell you that I won't seem to be able to join you today for this weekly date. I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you next time," Jeongin explained, the smile on your face gradually disappearing at every word before you felt brave to ask him that question you already knew the answer of. "Where are you then? Are you busy?" You heard the other male scoff before giving you a small sigh. "M/N, you know I'm always busy. Plus, I'm helping out Hyunjin and his friends—" Frustrated, you ended the call and placed your phone down, looking at it with an angered look. Having no other choice, you decided to call two of your most trusted friends. Messaging the two on Kakao, they immediately agreed and dropped off what was currently in their plate just so they could comfort you. It seems like Jeongin always find time when it comes to Hyunjin, but why can't he ever buy time to spend just a single day with you. Yes, you get that he's still his ex's best friend but shouldn't he prioritize you over him? You don't want to tell him that, you didn't want to stop their friendship, but it's just you wanted to be with Jeongin like today. Instead, he found his way over to Hyunjin's. Minutes later, you heard the door open, making you face the door as a sad smile appeared on your lips upon seeing your two friends. "Hey, guys," you called out before you stood up from your seat and offered them a chair they could occupy. "Here, sit down. I'm sorry I got in your way." "M/N, you don't have to be sorry," Bahiyyih piped up as she sat down in front of you along with Yeongeun who nodded in agreement. "You're our friend and it's just right that we make ourselves available for you when you need us." Yeongeun smiled, holding onto your hand as you looked at her. "No matter what, you'll still be a priority to us. Always remember that," she stated as you smiled at her, tears brimming at the corner of your eyes after hearing your friends' words. The next day, you were walking beside Jeongin whose eyes were glued to his phone, obviously chatting with someone whom you assumed was Hyunjin. "Innie-yah," you called out, trying to catch your boyfriend's attention, only to receive a small hum from the male whose eyes were still glued to his phone, a sweet smile plastered on his lips. Sighing, you just nodded and shrugged, showing him that you forgot what you wanted to tell him. Suddenly, your friends showed up which made you sigh in relief, calling out to them. "Girls! Over here!" You and Jeongin are currently sitted at the cafeteria in a table for 8. After hearing you call your friends, you heard Jeongin 'tsk' as he locked his phone and placed it inside his hoodie's jacket. "Can't they sit elsewhere?" He asked you as your friends approached your table, you biting your hottom lip before nodding. "Good. Hyunjin will

be visiting." Unexpectedly, you slammed your hands on the table, shocking the other male who clutched onto his shirt as he looked up at your angered figure. "You know what, Jeongin? I'll be sitting elsewhere with my friends. I don't want to interrupt yours and Hyunjin's alone time." Jeongin was clearly surprised as he held onto your hand, trying to get you back on your seat but you shook his hand off and went over to your friends, leaving Jeongin behind all confused and dumbfounded. He deserves it. You thought as you stopped your friends and occupied an empty table. "We're sitting here. Jeongin's having his alone time with his ex," you stated as you chose a table somewhere far from Jeongin. Dayeon rolled her eyes in annoyance as she crossed her arms and sat down beside Yeongeun who brushed her black-colored hair back. "You know, we've probably told you this a thousand times but he don't deserve someone like you, M/N. Believe us," Yeongeun repeated as she looked at how you nervously nibbled on your bottom lip. "I know, Yeongeun. But, I can't help it. Every time, I find a new reason to love him more, even when I know it's still Hyunjin who's in his heart," you explained as you fiddled with your fingers, your voice shaky as you remembered how Jeongin loved to compare you to Hyunjin. "I love you more than Hyunjin, sweetie." "You smell so good. Just like Jinnie." "Shoulder-length hairs like yours remind me of Hyunjin." "Hyunjin would like this if we were together." Unknowingly, a tear escaped your eyes as everything began to replay in your mind, your friends frowning as Chaehyun offered you a box of tissue. "You deserve so much more. There're still more guys out there. Why don't you try and exp—" "Jeongin is the only person for me, Chaehyun. You're acting like you all are older than me when in fact I'm eldest one here!" You shouted at the female who seemed to be shocked as she widened her eyes at your remark. "I know what I have to do myself and if you continue to still act like fucking jerks, I'm seriously leaving this friend group." Bahiyyih sighed as she shook her head and looked at you. "We're just stating the truth, M/N. I don't think Jeongin is a good match for you," she stated as she prompted to place an arm over your shoulder but you slapped it away. "Shut up! You all are seriously inconsiderate and I am not breaking up with Jeongin. If there's anything I'm going, I'm leaving this good-for-nothing friend group," you stated out of frustration as you stood up from your seat, your friends gasping in unison. Angered, Dayeon stood up as well and pointed at you. "Fine! We never really needed you here anyway! Ever since you've started dating Jeongin, you barely had time to hang out with us! We were perfectly fine without you and maybe that was how things should've been," she shouted, almost everyone in the cafeteria hearing her statement. Realizing she was right, you just gritted your teeth and slammed your hands down on the table before finally leaving the threshold. It was no doubt that Jeongin had heard and saw yours and your friends' outburst. "Some friends they are," you muttered to yourself as you sat down on an empty bench and placed your hands flat on your lap, sighing as you looked down at your hands. "I shouldn't have said that." "Uhm, hi." You looked up from your hands and that familiar cat-like eyes and plump lips, black hair, and that beauty mark. "Oh, Hyunjin. Hello. Why'd you leave the cafeteria? Weren't you with Jeongin?" You asked the other who pursed his lips, shaking his head before smiling. "I was. I followed you after I told him that he should be more considerate of you—" "Thanks, but I should get going," you stated, cutting him off before walking away from where you were with Hyunjin. ----- As days went by, Jeongin's "obsession" for Hyunjin have been nonstop. Every single day, time won't pass without him mentioning his ex. He hadn't even made eye contact with you for almost a week. Why? All because Hyunjin was now avoiding him

since Jeongin needed to move on from the boy. Currently, you invited Jeongin to your home and you were too excited for your boyfriend to finally see what your house looks like. But instead of feeling proud, you were just disappointed once he mentioned Hyunjin...for the nth time that day. "Wow, your place looks a lot like Hyunjin's," he stated as he roamed his eyes all over your house's interior. In all honesty, you didn't know if you were to feel good from the compliment or feel angry because he compared you to his ex again. "Oh? He's a cool guy then if he likes the color black too," you stated, trying to keep your anger inside you, forcing a smile as you placed your coat on the rack, Jeongin following suit before he nodded and smiled. "Yep. He sure does. You should've seen the look on his face when I placed my light-colored clothes in his closet. He went feral," he chuckled as he entered sluggishly, you rolling your eyes as you muttered a small 'sure, yeah'. At first it was nothing, him mentioning Hyunjin...you thought it was his way of coping with his current break-up so you paid no care. But you soon realized that everything you did, everything he saw, everything he remembered, it was all of Hyunjin. He even remembers his and Hyunjin's anniversary and even his heartbreak anniversary and the time he caused a pity party after he tried to get Hyunjin back to no avail. Jeongin had told you the whole story of his and Hyunjin's breakup but you didn't even listen to it. You hated Hyunjin. You hated yourself for developing a hatred for someone who hadn't even sinned you. Jeongin remembered everything he and Hyunjin had together...but not your anniversary (which was today) and here he was again, mouth blabbering nothing but Hyunjin did this, Hyunjin did that, and just Hyunjin! Jeongin chuckled at a memory as he placed the champagne glass down on the clothed table and looked at you, snapping his fingers before pointing at you. "Right, Hyunjin and I used to date every single day, even if the next day was a school day," he stated as he laughed once again, you forcing yourself to do so but failed. "And Hyunjin—" "Jeongin." You stopped him, having had enough as you crossed your arms yet still adorning a small smile on your face. As expected, the male looked at you immediately with a huge grin and perked eyebrows. Although, he was confused as to why you have called his name. To him, it was a bit uncalled for since he was in the middle of talking about how he and Hyunjin always dated every single day of the week. Nonetheless, he placed his hands on the table and offered you a toothy grin. "Huh? is there something wrong, M/N? Oh, have you ordered a milkshake? I should go tell the waiter," he stated as he attempted to call for a waiter but you stopped him by holding his arm and shaking your head. "No, it's fine. I just wanted to ask you," you started as you removed your hand from his arm and looked at him, al the while he sat properly. "Do you even know what date it is today? Like specifically," you asked the other male who smiled proudly. "Yeah, our weekly date," Jeongin answered in a matter of fact but he noticed how it hadn't satisfied you so he raised a brow and crossed his arms in confusion, racking his brain out for the perfect answer. "Not that," you stated as you seeped air through your teeth and looked down at your empty plate. "I said, more specifically."

"Uhm, a Wednesday?" Jeongin answered but you shook your head again. At this point, the male has lost all his patience and groaned in annoyance as he slumped his back in his seat. "Seriously, why don't you be more like Hyunjin? He was always on-point and straightforward, not like you who always loves to beat around the bush." "See? That's the point," you stated, through gritted teeth, you whispered the last parts as you looked back up at the male who rolled his eyes in frustration and leaned his body against the table. "Jeongin, why did you even decide to date me?" Now, the anger that started to bubble inside of Jeongin's nerves had disappeared and were replaced with nervousness, anxiety, and doubt. "M/N, what do you mean? I decided to date you because I love you," he answered with a small smile as he tried to hold your hand but you moved your hand before his could even land on it. "It sure as hell didn't look like it. Love me? You never did! All you ever did was reminisce the times you and Hyunjin were together... that you even forgot today's our anniversary," you blurted out, making Jeongin gasp silently as he fumbled for his phone and saw that it was indeed your anniversary. "I..I.." Jeongin was speechless as he saw how many messages you've already sent him and the many pics he've receieved from you. 10 missed calls from you and an 'Our Anniversary~' notification from his calendar. "You forgot about our fucking anniversary, Jeongin! The day we became official, the day I told you 'I loved you too'," you stated, whisper-shouting to get your point into his mind, the male only feeling anxious as he gulped, fearful of what was about to unfold. "And you know what? Honestly, I regret ever saying I did." "You...you don't mean that." "I do, I mean, I sincerely loved you at that time but now, it's all changed. I loved you but you didn't," you stated, looking away from Jeongin whose tears have started streaming down his cheeks. "You can do what you like but I'm tired of having to endure hearing you mention your ex every single time. For a whole year, I listened to you rant and talk about Hyunjin every day. I thought, maybe it was just you coping with the breakup." "M/N.." "Hyunjin that, Hyunjin this. It was always Hyunjin and never me! He was always in your mind, to the point that I began hating him and it's all so complicated!" You said as you began crying out of anger and frustration. "Oh, that's just the icing on the cake. One time, I asked if you could pick me up but you told me 'Hyunjin needed a ride to the ice cream parlor. We needed to talk'. And it was raining heavily. It was already late at night and I came home drenched with rain water. "I did come to get you—" "You did! But it was too late! Instead of asking me if I was alright, if I was okay, or if I've already taken a bath, you came home mad because I didn't wait for you. Would you have rathered I wait for you there and freeze to death or be able to make sure I was still alive? It never crossed your mind, did it? But I let it go because I love you." Jeongin gulped, nervousness evident in his face as he fiddled with his fingers. The only thing he could do was to watch as you placed your arms down on your side and smiled bitterly. "But... what happened? You still love me, right?" You shrugged. In all honesty, you didn't exactly know if you loved him or hated him. You've been having mixed emotions when it comes to Jeongin. "I talked with my friends before I parted ways with them and they noticed that what we both have was starting to become toxic. and I couldn't agree more," you explained before looking straight into the other's regretful eyes. "Listen, I'm not saying you should cut ties with Hyunjin because I know how much you treasure him, he is your friend. But would it hurt if you made even just one single thing to make me special?" "Just understand, M/N. I still can't forget about Hyunjin and I loved him," the male defended himself as he placed a palm on his chest. "Then what about me? Do you

even love me? Did you even love me? You know, I would've let it go if you remembered this important date but you didn't. Jeongin, if you didn't love me, why ask me out?" You asked the other, trying to get an acceptable reason out of him but only received a shrug to the shoulders. "I...don't know," he answered with lingering eyes, nibbling his lip in concentration. "You were my light and you were that ray of sunshine that kept me going. I don't know what's wrong with me but I do love you, M/N. I really do. P-Please don't leave me," he pleaded with sorrowful eyes before you sighed and shook your head. Wiping your tears away, you sniffed. "I'm too insecure and an overthinker. Everything's too confusing for me. Innie, why don't we breakup?" You opened up as you looked up at the male who slammed a fist on the table. "What?! No, you can't be thinking of breaking up just by a simple problem. We can still fix this!" Jeongin shouted as he glared at you. "It is simple for you, but it's a big deal for me. We have to consider breaking up... since we both know you need time to forget about Hyunjin, Innie. I can't be the person you'd want to die with if there still is one you're thinking of. Maybe, you were just annoyed that Hyunjin has moved on from you and you haven't so you used me as an object as means of trying to forget Hyunjin," you stated as you grabbed your coat from the table yet Jeongin stopped you by holding your arm. "No," he declined as he began crying, his cries turning into little hiccups as he looked up at you with tearful and regretful eyes. "M/N, there's no way I'm breaking up with you," Jeongin strictly added before you groaned, sobbing a little more in distress as you looked at him with pleading eyes. "Why not?! Are you afraid Hyunjin will think he's still the one in your heart? Oh, wait. That's right. You still do love him," you exclaimed as you screamed a little. Luckily, you two were in a private suite. "Do you know how much I've been through? I became your loyal dog that didn't care if I was being hurt or not. I stopped talking to my friends just so I couldn't hear them talk shit about you. Well, guess my friends were right. You're nothing but a huge, walking-red-flag scumbag." Not wanting the other to stop you again, you got up from your seat and took the 'sun' promise ring he gave you and placed it in front of him, making Jeongin sigh as he looked up at you, breath beginning to become shaky. "A-Are you serious?" Jeongin asked before he removed his grip on your hand, eyes gazing back at the ring. Nodding, you smiled sadly and huffed. "I...I'm breaking up with you. It's a hard decision for me considering how much I've loved you, even more than you knew. I'm so sorry, Jeongin," you apologized with small tears dripping down your eyes and sniffed, wearing your coat before finally leaving the premises. You left the restaurant with nothing but pure sadness and anger flaring inside your chest. Jeongin sat in the private suite, eyes fixated on the ring before brushing his hair back in frustration, holding his tears but to his dismay. The male could only bawl his heart out as the waitress served the food of what was supposed to be his and yours. Jeongin never noticed how much he had affected you by mentioning Hyunjin, never saw how you tried to make an effort to be someone that Jeongin will love, will be the reason he'll forget about Hyunjin. You wanted to be someone who was in the same level as Hyunjin but it seemed like Jeongin's love for Hyunjin was extraordinary...but he now realized that he did love you but he was too caught up on Hyunjin. "Yang Jeongin, you're seriously an idiot." The moment you finally opened up about a breakup, it was that time did he realize that he did truly cherish you but all of it was clouded with his and Hyunjin's memories. That familiar feeling in his chest began to brew as he remembered every single thing you two did. Now everything reminded him of you. He may have dated Hyunjin for three years, but he has

never felt special like how you made Jeongin feel. He grabbed the ring and clutched onto it tightly, tears running down his cheeks as he sobbed silently. ----- "Hey, guys," you walked up to them, with your hair back to it's original color and a new haircut. Noticing their silence, you sighed and pursed your lips, playing with your fingers. "Oh... are you all mad at me? Okay, I don't expect you to listen to me after what I said that day but I just want to tell you that I broke up with Jeongin like y'all wanted me to," you stated, clearly seeing how they stopped what they were doing. "I processed every single word you told me and you all were right. I should've been more considerate before deciding to leave you all. Well, that's that. I'll be heading to the library." You prompted to walk away but Yeongeun spoke up. "You won't wait for our reply?" Hearing her statement, you bursted in tears before walking towards them as they hugged you tightly. "There, there. You know we can't ever leave you. you're the eldest slash fake baby of the group and practically the moodmaker. The gang's not complete without you," Chaehyun stated as she rubbed your back to ease your own cries. You sniffed sobs turning into small sobs and hiccups. "I'm sorry I turned a blind eye to everything. Jeongin was being an ass and I failed to see it. I couldn't handle it anymore so I broke up with him...yesterday.." you answered, the others gasping in shock. "On your anniversary?" Bahiyyih asked you out of shock as she widened her eyes, her jaw dropping once you replied with a nod and a small 'yep'. "It couldn't wait any longer, really. He was already being a toxic boyfriend but I don't want him to be," you stated and the others understood your side as they nodded, Yeongeun pursing her lips before puffing out air. "M/N, Jeongin was a good boyfriend to you, really. But he needed time on his own to forget about whoever's still lingering in his mind. It's pretty obvious he's still not over his ex," she said with a huge smile, assuring you that your decision was right and validated. You agreed, smiling back as well. "You're right. I do love Jeongin and breaking up with him hurt me but rationally thinking, it would benefit me and him. He can take this time to move on from Hyunjin and learn his lesson and I can finally escape that toxic relationship," you stated, trying to make yourself feel happy. "That's the spirit. But one question, how do you feel?" Hikaru asked you as she brushed her short hair back, you nibbling the inside of your cheek to find the answer but could only sigh before finally shrugging. "To be honest, I'm just sad I had to leave Jeongin. Jeongin was fun to be with and he always took me out on dates. He was really sweet, caring, and kind...but he's just...toxic," you explained to the others who smiled before hugging you again. "We missed you so much. Don't ever let our friendship be ruined by a boy," Chaehyun stated before you all bursted out in laughter and finally walked towards your classrooms. ----- Days later, you and your friends have been in great terms and although they tried their best to make you forget about Jeongin, you still couldn't. Be it trying to get you to date another guy, a jock, or hooking you up with a random guy. Everything never worked. The memories you spent with Jeongin were still vague and unforgettable, like a photograph clipped inside your head. It kept repeating and repeating, until the point where you could just hope you never dated Jeongin. Currently, you and your friends were walking inside your university's hallway and was shocked to see Jeongin...a whole mess, both literally and figuratively. "Jeongin seems to be forgetting about his reputation of being the cleanest person in his department. Heard he still smells good," Bahiyyih, who was walking beside you, pointed out but was smacked lightly by Yeongeun. "Ow." Jeongin's hair was unkempt unlike usual and judging by the beard growing on his chin and below his sideburn, he haven't

shaved it for what you assumed were for weeks. Upon seeing you, he widened his eyes before you looked away and dragged your friends away from the hallway, sitting down on an empty bench with a sigh. "Uhm, hate to break it to you, but Mr. Heartbroken is looking your way," Hikaru said as she eyed Jeongin from where she was before looking back at you, wanting to know what you'd reply. You just shrugged as you shook your head and smiled. "It doesn't matter. Let him do what he wants," you answered before going back to chatting with Bahiyyih who was now talking about how she could imitate Spongebob's laugh. All of you were distracted in your own way, too distracted that you missed how Jeongin walked up to you and your friends. Only then did you know when you heard him call your name as if it were a desperate plea, you all looking at him. "M/N.." he called as he stared at you with droopy eyes, bags evident under his lids, and cheeks sunken to present that he hasn't been eating much lately. Ignoring him might not be the greatest decision but at least it spared you from being hurt. Knowing there was no way to stop Jeongin, you sighed and looked back at your friends. "I'll go talk with Jeongin. You can go to the cafeteria without me," you stated towards the other four who nodded as they watched you walk towards your distressed ex. Upon reaching where he was standing, you held his wrist and dragged him somewhere more private where no one will hear the two of you. You two ended up in an empty classroom, somewhere far away from every student. "I missed you," the other male started as he began tearing up, eyes downcast as his shoulders began to shake. "Jeongin," you called out towards the other male who looked up and wiped away his tears, watching as you crossed your arms and smiled sadly. "If you want to talk, make it quick. I still have to catch up with my friends," you instructed, making Jeongin sniff before he straightened his posture. Jeongin muttered a small 'right' through a choked sob before smiling, although it was as clear as a crystal that it was forced. "Uhm..I wanted to apologize for my rude behavior...back when we dated. I honestly had no idea how much I've hurt you. I didn't know what I was getting myself into the day I asked you out but trust me when I say that I did love you," he explained with dancing hands, trying to act out his words. "So I talked with Hyunjin—" "See? There we go again," you interrupted but Jeongin immediately shook his head and uttered a small 'wait'. You sighed and let him continue. "I talked with Hyunjin and he also noticed how much of a jerk I was towards you..I seriously thought that you were okay with me talking about Hyunjin. I should've asked you first if it was okay," he explained as he looked back down at the ground. "M/N, what I did to you was inconsiderate of me and I should've been more understanding—" "That's not what I'm mad about. I'm mad that you dated me when you yourself know that you're still not over Hyunjin. You should've made sure you were totally over him before you decided to be my boyfriend. It hurts on my side," you explained towards the other as you guided him towards a chair to occupy. Jeongin nibbled the bottom of his lip before nodding in understanding. "I'm sorry, M/N," he apologized before engulfing you in a warm embrace, taking you by surprise but ended up hugging him as well. "M/N...I-I don't want to let you go. Please...I don't want to end things this way. Can you give me another chance? I promise to make things better" You could only purse your lips, doubting his words before smiling and patting his back. "I'll...think about it." "Thank you," he stated in gratitude as he hugged you closer, not wanting to let you go. Seconds after, he pulled back, a huge smile evident on his face as he held your shoulders. "Really." That same day, you seemed very occupied. Only because the only thing that kept replaying inside your head was Jeongin's smiling face. How thankful he was that you wanted (or

was trying) to give him a chance. "Earth to M/N? Hello?" Dayeon interrupted your train of thoughts before you looked at your friends with a confused look. "A penny for your thoughts? We can tell something's bothering you. Or perhaps, someone." Currently, you and your friends were at a tteokbokki stall near your school and they noticed how you still haven't eaten even just half of your own plate when you were usually always the first one to order for seconds. Weird, your friends might say. You seeped air through gritted teeth before nodding, the others going nearer towards you to listen more. "So, remember when Jeongin and I talked earlier?" You started, them nodding in curiousity as they ate more of their tteokbokki, you doing the same. "Uhm, well....Jeongin's asking for a second chance. I told him I'd think about it but I'm worried he might still not be over Hyunjin." "You know, M/N. I know it may seem stupid for you but I'd say it's worth the risk. It's obvious that you still like Jeongin, or else you would have just ignored him and let him be. But of course," Chaehyun stated before she took ahold of your hand and smiled. "We're not deciding for you. It's you're choice." You could only smile as you all went back to eating your tteokbokki. "You know what guys, if we end up with no husbands, why don't we all decide to stay in Chaehyun's house and live there together?" You stated, the others cheering at the idea before you all danced like drunkards. ----- The next few days, you've only been thinking about giving Jeongin a chance. But of course, you were still reconsidering because of how much he's hurt you. Yet now, giving him a chance would be highly plausible. These days, he's been nothing but a sweetheart, and a pure gentleman. "M/N-ah, have you eaten yet? Let's eat together." "Dinner's on me. Don't worry about anything, sweetie." "I bought snacks for you. Hope this isn't too much." "Did I do a good job? Pat my head, please." Everytime, you could only smile at his cute attitude and well...it was new to you. "Hey, cutie," and here he was again, trying to flutter your heart with his words. With a smile, you looked back at Jeongin and waved. "You seem bubbly. Something good happened?" He asked you as he voluntarily got your bag and carried it for you. You gave him another chance. "No, not really. I was just thinking of you is all," you bluntly answered, unaware of the blusht hat appeared on Jeongin's cheeks. Suddenly, you stopped in your tracks which made the other male do the same as he watched you turn towards him with crossed arms. "You've been very sweet and kind. That's...cute. And, I can see that you're really putting effort of proving yourself. So, alright. We can try 'us' out again." Jeongin, after hearing your statement, began crying as he slowly dropped your bags and hugged you, holding you tightly in his arms. "Thank you, M/N. You won't regret giving me a chance. This time, I'll make sure that everything will go well between us. I'll make you happier than you've ever been before." You hugged the other back in return as you smiled, rubbing his back. The next months, you two have been going well. And even though you didn't require it, Jeongin has been giving you gifts every monthsary. He didn't even care if you had nothing to give to him. "Darling," Jeongin called you, making you look back, only to come face to face with a human-sized teddy bear. Jeongin's head peeked throught the side of it's head. Smiling, he waved the bear's paw. "Happy monthsary, M/N!" "Jeongin, seriously. You have such ways of surprising me. Ah, right. I got you something today," you stated with a huge, cheeky smile, Jeongin raising a brow in confusion. "Come closer. I'll give you a clue," you beckoned him, the male doing as he was told. "Closer," you instructed, leaning more towards you. "A little more." Getting too impatient, Jeongin faced you and felt your lips on his (you two were in the school's garden and it was quiet). Jeongin could only stand in his place before

you pulled back with a smile, chuckling at his reaction as you sat down on the grass. "You in there, Innie?" Snapping out of his trance, Jeongin looked at you before nodding, his face turning bright red as he sat down as well, settling the huge teddy bear beside you. "Yep. Still here, just surprised," he confessed, you humming in amusement before opening the lunchboxes you had with you. You two were just about to begin eating when Jeongin suddenly received a text. You both looked at his phone before you pointed at it. "Aren't you gonna check who it's from? It might be important," you stated, Jeongin pursing his lips as he nodded. Jeongin grabbed his phone and opened it, seeing a message from Hyunjin. Checking the message, he sighed. You looked at him in worry before asking him what it was about. "M/N-ah...Hyunjin wants to meet you tomorrow. I can decline for you if you want to." "No, no. It's fine. I actually want to apologize to him after I rudely declined his help one time," you stated with an apologetic smile, the other male looking at you in concern before deciding to accept Hyunjin's request. "I want to get to know him better. Besides, you're already friends with mine so I can be friends with yours, right?" The other male smiled happily, nodding as he locked his phone and grabbed his utensils to finally begin eating what you have prepared for both of you. "I love eating the food you cook for me. Just makes me remember how much I love you." "How much WE love each other. Don't leave me out of it," you joked towards your boyfriend who smiled cheekily and moved towards you. "You love me?" Jeongin asked you with a huge smile, you answering with a nod as he moved closer. "Really?" You responded with another nod, the other male chuckling before he pressed a kiss onto your cheek, taking you by surprise as you looked at him, blushing wildly as you held your lunchbox. "Yeah, I love you too." "H-Hey...stop doing that. My chest's gonna explode if you keep making me flustered everyday. One kiss is enough for me, okay?" You explained with a small pout, Jeongin letting out a fake sob before he placed his lunchbox and utensils down, wrapped his arms around your figure, then began littering your face with small kisses. You tried to break-free from the male, who continued doing what he wanted to, but he was just too strong that you just gave up. "Innie, you're getting too excited." Jeongin finally stopped and grabbed his lunchbox and utensils, deciding to finally eat after muttering, "And so will you once we get home after school," with a suggestive smirk evident on his face, leaving you a blushing mess as you watched Jeongin devour his food as if his words didn't affect you. "Yum! You seriously have wonders going on with your hands." "Don't say words that seem suggestive," you retorted, Jeongin chuckling before he hummed. The male observed how you gently got your utensils and lunchbox, carefully placing the lunchbox down on your lap before you started eating. "What else can your hands do?" Jeongin teased, making you choke on your food, a laughing fox coming to the rescue as he offered you the hydro flask you had with you. You immediately drank from it and coughed a little bit after. Glaring at the other male, you placed the flask down and placed a hand on his mouth, covering it so he could stop saying something that makes your heart pitter-patter. "Jeez, do that one more time and you're not getting any of me tonight," you snapped back, rendering him silent as you smiled and uncovered his lips. "Good fox." "I was just having fun, darling. You're such a killjoy. You know, back then, Hyunjin..." Jeongin's smile faded away as he trailed off, looking at you only to see you unbothered as you hummed and continued to eat your own food. "Uhm...you're not annoyed by it?" Swallowing your chewed food, you chuckled before smiling towards your boyfriend who raised a brow. "Do you want me to? Just as long as I know that I'm the one you love, I'm good...just, you know, keep

it in the low, talking about Hyunjin. I know Hyunjin's your best friend," you answered, the other smiling in adoration towards you as you hugged him. "I love you, Jeongin." "I love you too, M/N." ----- Finally, the day has come for you to meet Hyunjin and to say you were nervous would be an understatement. If there was anything to describe what you were feeling as of the moment, it'd be somewhere in between being anxious and excited. Anxious that something bad might happen and excited to finally meet your boyfriend's best friend. "M/N," your boyfriend called out towards you, making you face him with a raised brow. "You're nervous, aren't you?" You shrugged, unsure of what to answer Jeongin. "You could say that. I don't exactly know what to feel. I feel elated yet tense at the same time. It's hard to explain, really," you answered with a small pout, thinking of the exact word but nothing comes to mind. "Enough of me. Is Hyunjin nearby?" Upon asking Jeongin, you suddenly felt a plastic wrapper beside you, making you flinch as you instinctively held onto your boyfriend's hand before turning towards the culprit. "I heard my name. Hope Jeongin's not badmouthing me," the black-haired male, Hyunjin, stated as he occupied the seat next to you, answering his question with a 'he wasn't'. "You're such a sweetheart. Jeongin sure has taste, like hot damn. Wanna ditch him and date me instead?" "Hey! Hwang, stop that," Jeongin interrupted as he placed an arm on your waist, pulling you closer towards him. "He's my boyfriend, which means he's off-limits. Go find someone who's not taken," he stated towards Hyunjin who raised his hands in defeat. "That's right." With that, Hyunjin rolled his eyes at Jeongin sarcastically and looked at you with a genuine smile before handing you two plastic bags. You pointed at yourself, doubting that he was giving you the bags but it was indeed for you. "Oh, thank you. You really didn't have to, but thank you," you stated as you took it from him, the male gesturing you to open them. You did as told and gasped once you saw what was inside. "What is it?" Jeongin asked you, only to receive a chuckle from Hyunjin as he watched your reaction. "Hyunjin," you called out towards the other as you faced him before setting your eyes back on what was inside the bag then back at him. "This shirt is a limited edition (F/CB), right? Isn't this expensive? How were you able to avail it?" You asked the other male as you looked at him with stars practically decorating your eyes, failing to see the jealousy exuding from Jeongin. Hyunjin shrugged, already noticing the green-eyed monster hanging by Jeongin's shoulders. "It's nothing much, really. As soon as I heard that I was meeting you, well that you agreed with meeting me, I immediately bought it. I remembered Jeongin telling me how much you loved (F/CB) so I'm glad I got you what you wanted," Hyunjin stated as he placed his elbow on the table whilst placing his chin on his palm, staring at you with a smile. Jeongin groaned dramatically as he took the other plastic bag and gasped, pointing at Hyunjin as if the male had sabotaged him. "You...you! I was planning to give him this stuffed toy for our next anniversary, but you just had to give it to him first," he stated, deflated as he looked back at it and huffed, giving it back to you. Although it was clear how Hyunjin felt guilty, he didn't show it perfectly. "Well, a man's gotta do to win his crush's heart," he commented, making you chuckle as you rolled your eyes at the comment yet Jeongin didn't find it funny. "C'mon, Jeongin. Learn to take a joke." "You're doing it way too much for just a joke," Jeongin stated in annoyance, glaring at Hyunjin who shook his head in disbelief as he crossed his arms. Deciding to put an end to it, you intervened. "Now's not the time to have feuds and wars. We're here to have fun and gather good memories, right? Let's make this day better. Alright? No more fighting," you butted in with a small awkward laugh.

"Besides, we are probably catching unwanted attention," you stated, making the two smile apologetically at the other customers before you three finally decided to exit the café. "So, where are we going next?" You asked the other two who shrugged, making you confused before pursing your lips to think of a possibe place you three could have fun. "Ah, right! Innie told me how you were a huge amusement park-holic, Hyunjin." Hyunjin was obviously taken aback at the statement, he was always the person to just follow or agree to whatever his friends want to do. "I seriously don't mind," Hyunjin stated as he smiled in gratitude, yet you shook your head to decline. "No way. You took some of your time just so you could meet us, it's just understandable that we go to whichever place you want," you explained, both Hyunjin and Jeongin practically seeing the invisible halo and light surrounding you as if you were an angel. "C'mon, I know an amusement park nearby. I used to go there back when I was still little." Leading the way, you walked ahead of them with a huge smile. "Jeongin, seriously. You're lucky to have M/N as your boyfriend. Can't he be mine just for a week?" Hyunjin insisted, the other male glaring at him with murder evident in his eyes. "Kidding." Jeongin only rolled his eyes as he caught up to your pace to walk beside you, Hyunjin doing the same. "So, where's this place we're going to?" Jeongin asked you as he wrapped an arm around your waist, making you smile as you pointed towards a sign. "Over there, just nearby. I'm really fond of their rollercoaster there. Can we ride it, Jeongin? I've missed the rollercoaster," you asked the other male who nodded. The amusement park was really festive and decorative, adorned in LED light that usually lit up every night, the sign was vibrant and joyful which made it eye-catching and unique, most especially, the rides were all fun. There were tons of places to buy souvenirs from and bunch of stalls where you all could eat. Back when you were still little, you loved asking your parents to buy you cotton floss and corndogs. You always went there every year on your birthday and your parents' day-offs. "Ah, it's still how I remembered it," you stated before you practically ran towards the park's entrance in excitement. Jeongin immediately took out his wallet to get his card but a certain ravenette was already one step ahead of him, aggravating Jeongin who only wanted you all to himself. But then again, you just wanted to have fun so he won't do anything to ruin this perfect day. "Jeongin," you called out towards your boyfriend with a sweet smile, the aforementioned immediately looking at you. "You coming or not?" "I am," he answered before finally catching up with you two, swatting Hyunjin's arm away that was draped around your shoulder with a small smile, although it was clear he was mad. "So, should we go buy souvenirs first? I know your friends would want 'em." Hearing his statement, you nodded in agreement with an excited smile before holding onto both of the boys' hand, Hyunjin chuckling as he squeezed your hand lightly. "I hope there's a fox, a llama, and a (Favorite Animal)," you stated out in giddiness before your eyes landed on the souvenir shop that you used to love going to. "Why the specific animals?" Jeongin asked as he subtly pulled you towards him, making you let go of Hyunjin's hand unconsciously, the male pouting as he looked at his hand. "Do we have a resemblance to it?" You nodded in reply. "Yep, Hyunjin looks like a llama and you are my favorite fennec fox. Well, you look like one. Dayeon and Hiyyih has been comparing you to a fox because of your features and how you're always so sly," you added, hurrying towards the shop where an employee, wearing the usual park-themed uniform, was waiting to greet you three. Upon arriving, the man greeted you all with a warm, welcoming smile. "Good day, sirs. Are you here to buy for souvenirs?" The man asked, you all three answering with a nod. "Well, step

right in! I'm sure the shop has everything you're finding for, to keychains, headbands, bags, and many more. I'm sure you'll find something interesting," he stated as he opened the door for you with a smile, watching as you all entered the shop. The shop was stuffed with a lot of things. Teddy bears, stuffed toys, t-shirts, and other things you might find in a local souvenir shop. "It changed over these years and—ooh! There are the toys! You can go find something while I go pay for these and also find some souvenirs for my friends. I'm going here," you stated, walking off after placing a subtle peck on Jeongin's cheek. Jeongin smiled widely as he watched your disappearing figure, turning towards Hyunjin after with a scary glare. "Are you serious? I told you M/N's off-limits. But you're still trying so hard to get him from me," you stated yet Hyunjin just brushed it off. "Puh-lease, look. I like M/N, but I only see him as a friend. Don't feel pressured by my actions. I'm pretty sure M/N is dedicated towards you and is so in love with you. What makes you think M/N might change his mind and date me instead?" Hyunjin stated before he saw a cute guy and winked at him, the male rolling his eyes before stepping on Hyunjin's foot. "Gh--ow!" Jeongin only chuckled at his misery before grabbing a small headband and placed it on top of Hyunjin's head. "If you weren't my best friend, I would've left you here to find your own way. C'mon, pretty sure M/N's already looking for us," he stated as he smiled and made his way towards the counter, Hyunjin following suit. Noticing their presence, you smiled widely and looked at them. "What'd you get? I got these things for you two, and some gifts for my friends. They'd sulk if I don't get them anything." Jeongin only smiled before answering with a small nod, wanting the day to never end. ----- Unfortunately, the night has finally arrived and the three of you luckily enjoyed the day in the amusement park, trying out rides, stalls, and random games. You three were loaded with prizes you won from games and few more polaroid pictures that the employees gave you as a souvenir (like usual, you always thought). Currently, Jeongin had left you two to converse as he went to go look for the restroom. You both sat down on an empty bench, both holding a corndog and a cotton candy. As you ate your cotton candy, Hyunjin chuckled, making you face him. "Oh? Had fun?" You asked the male who nodded before huffing a small air. "I did. I was just actually worried about Jeongin," he answered, making you look at him in confusion. "Well," he continued, "I hope you won't be offended or hurt but back when Jeongin and I dated, he was never the type to show affection in public. So, I was honestly shocked how well he was treating you. He's been crying for nights, talking about how he's been a jerk for constantly talking about me when you were in front of him." "I was indeed jealous of you. I wanted to be on the same level as you and I got tired of hearing him mention you all the time. At first, I reckoned he was just really affectionate towards you, but I guess he wasn't," you looked at Hyunjin then smiled. "But now I get how he's so attached to you. Being with you is fun and I wasn't bored, not even a second. Thank you," you thanked the other male who just laughed it off. Hyunjin patted your back. "M/N, I should be the one thankful towards you. Thank you for giving Jeongin a chance. I was doubting you wouldn't, but here you two are, enjoying the best of your lives. I'm happy to see you two. I was hoping for the best for the two of you," he stated, showing you a genuine smile as he hugged you. "Also, thank you for making this day possible. I would've guessed you were going to decline." You chuckled at his statement before taking a bite of your corndog, throwing the paper cone from your cotton candy away. "Jeongin was actually planning on declining the offer but I told him I had business to talk with you. First, thank you for the gifts," you started,

the other male nodding as he devoured the cotton candy in one bite. "Then, I wanted to say sorry for acting rude towards you." "Oh? That one time? Nah, I never took it to heart. You didn't have to say sorry for that matter," Hyunjin laughed softly before patting your shoulder. "You know, if Jeongin ever hurt you, just remember I'll be here if you ever need someone to knock some sense into Jeongin's brain. But, I doubt that I'll ever have the need to do so." "Yeah," you answered, a small smile plastered on your lips before hugging the male who was surprised but hugged you back anyway. "I hope the best for you two." "Woah, woah, woah. What the heck's happening here?" Jeongin, who was adjusting his denim jacket, asked as he glared at Hyunjin, you deciding to detach your arms from the male who shook his head. "Don't shake your head at me like I didn't witness anything weird." Rolling his eyes, Hyunjin patted your back before standing up from the bench, throwing away his trash, you doing the same after you finished your corndog. "Calm down, Yang. M/N and I was just having a heart-to-heart talk," Hyunjin stated before watching you walk up to your boyfriend with the bags you have, Jeongin offering to help you. "Jeongin, take good care of M/N, 'kay?" "You don't have to tell me. I would do so even if you didn't tell me," Jeongin stated as you all carried your things and began walking towards the exit. "But anyway, did you two have fun?" You answered with a nod, Hyunjin doing the same. "Yeah! The rollercoaster was fun," you responded before you called for a taxi, waiting outside on an empty bech. Remembering your gifts, you snapped your fingers and rummaged through your bag which piqued the other two's interest. "I bought the plush animals." Finally getting the llama and fennec fox plush, you smiled an handed it to them. "Wow, thanks. It's been a while since I've received a gift from someone," Hyunjin thanked you as he held the plushie in his big hand. "Y'know, you can always leave Jeongin—" "Hwang," Jeongin warned with a glare before grabbing your arm possessvely. Hyunjin chuckled as he shook his head, just in time for the taxi to arrive. As you two stood up from the bench, yunjin immediately spoke up. "Just kidding. But remember that the offer still stands if you change your mind a—ow! Okay, joking. I was just joking," he immediately took back as Jeongin threw him his trash, Hyunjin picking it up to throw it. You two both waved goodbye towards the other male and went inside the taxi, Jeongin closing the door behind after. After telling the driver your house's location, the driver finally drove off. ----- You two finally arrived at your house and ever since you two left the park, Jeongin has been quite gloomy and...sulky? Guess you could say that but a wild idea came into your mind. Deciding to tease Jeongin, you spoke up. "Hyunjin was so cool. Hyunjin's —"

"ARGH! Stop it. I'm your boyfriend, goddamit. Not him!" He shouted, having had enough of Hyunjin. Finding his outburst funny, you took your keys out and opened the door, chuckling as you placed the keys on a fruit bowl, Jeongin pouting as he entered. "I was just teasing you, Innie," you explained as you placed your things down beside the coffee table, smirking after turning towards your boyfriend. "Just thought you needed to get a taste of your own medicine," you added as you watched Jeongin blush madly, cringing at the memory. Jeongin looked away and cleared his throat. "Why you.." "I love you, Innie," you stated as you placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him towards you to place a kiss on his nose, the other male smiling as he did the same to you. With that, he smile and placed a peck on your kiss, answering, "You know I love you too, M/N."

[ilyjohnb]

a/n: I decided to try my hand at a 3+1. I also started posting these on my AO3. FYI, JJ is not abused in this one and it does not follow any of the plot from the show.   **gif credit to @ptersparkers**

requester: anon “hiii!! :) could you do “Can I stay here tonight?” with john b please? :)”

summary: to simply put it, your home life sucks. you had managed to hide it from the pogues, until one night when things got really bad and you needed to stay the night at john b’s.

warnings: abuse, child abuse, swearing, slut-shaming

word count: 1997

~~ONE~~

John B was the first one to realize that something wasn’t right with you and your home life. You were all 10, and it was lunchtime. You were all sitting down at the table. John B was on your left. Pope, Kie, and JJ were on the other side in that order. 

“I hate school. This place sucks ass.” JJ laughed.

Kie smiled. “At least the food is good.”

“Just barely though!” Pope shouted, making the other four laugh.

“I like school.” You mumbled and slightly frowned. You subconsciously rubbed the bruise on your left forearm that your mom gave you the previous night because you forgot to take the trash out. School was the only place where you didn’t have to worry if your mother was going to be drunk or high out of her mind, and it was the only time where you didn’t have to cook for yourself either.

John B heard you though, and he noticed the bruise when your sleeve moved up from you rubbing your arm. He could see it clear as day, on your forearm there was a nasty purple bruise the size of your hand that wrapped around all the way.

You didn’t notice John B staring, but you did notice the bruise peeking out. You quickly slid your sleeve back down and focused on your mashed potatoes.

~~TWO~~

He never confronted you about that time, he didn’t even know how he would start. He eventually began picking up on your signs that you were nervous. He may not be as smart as Pope, but John B was far from dumb. He noticed how you would tense at even the mention of your mom or home. His next major clue was when you all were 15. 

“Hello, Y/n.”

You nervously took a breath, trying to read the situation. “Hi, mom.”

“Guess what you didn’t do? You left here for two days and didn’t even clean the dishes before you left.”

As she stepped closer to you, you could smell the alcohol. “I’m so sorry, I’ll get started right away.”

“Punishment first, girl.”

“Mom, please. I’m sorry it was an accident and it won’t happen again.”

She just smiled evilly. “Nothing to do now or take it. You get it now, or it doubles.”

Your hand began to shake. “Yes, ma’am.”

She walked over and punched you right in the stomach. Your eyes squeezed shut, and you bit on your lip so you could hold in your whimper. She kicked you this time and shoved you to the floor. She punched you one last time in the eye before grabbing you by your hair, using her knee to hold down your right arm.

“Open your eyes. Now, do you remember what you said earlier?”

You nodded, before opening your mouth to speak, a hoarse whisper came out that you barely even recognized to be your voice. “It won’t happen again.”

After that, you washed the dishes, before going to bed. You waited until she left the next morning to sneak out. You had promised the Pogues a day on the boat. It would be John B’s first time to drive it without his dad, Big John, there too. You quickly looked at yourself in the mirror. 

A big bruise was prominent on your stomach, another on your eye, and one more on your forearm. You put on the one two-piece bathing suit that you owned with a huge oversized shirt over that. You tied your bandana on your arm to hide that bruise. For your eye, you’d just have to come up with some lie.

You didn’t live that far from JB, so you took a nice walk. It was nice until you got to John B’s. You walked in the door, expecting to see all of your best friends, but the only person was Big John. He was sitting on the chair, so he saw you walk in.

“Y/n! How are you doing?” You loved John B’s dad. He reminded you a lot of Heyward, Pope’s dad. They both adored you, and you and your friends treated them as if they were all your dads.

“I’m doing pretty good.” You smiled, lying.

“Oh yeah?” You nodded. “Then what happened to your eye.”

“You know me, I got into a fight. Where's everyone at?”

“They’re in the boat, waiting for you. See you all when you get back. And for the love of God, don’t let my son kill you all.”

“Yes sir!” You laughed and went out the back door. You quickly stuck your head back in. “See you Pops!”

You started running down the dock, smiling at your friends. “Is that a wild Y/n/n I see?”

“Yes, it is, JJ. I’m a wild spirit who refuses to be tamed.”

He smiled back at you, holding out his hand to help you in the boat. You saw his eyes flick up to your bruised one. He didn’t ask any questions. You went and sat down as John B steered you all into swimmable waters. He put out the anchor, and then everyone didn’t hesitate to throw their shirts off and jump in. All except you and John B.

“Not getting in, Y/n/n?”

“Not feeling it today. You’re not getting in?”

“I went surfing this morning, so I’m a little sore. What happened to your eye?”

“Fight with a kook.”

You looked down at your bandana and noticed that it was becoming loose. You waited until you were certain he looked away before taking it off and refolding it. You were in your own world, trying to match the folds up exactly. He looked over and saw the bruise. He was almost certain that he knew what was happening to you. He thought it was what happened to you at home, but a fight with a kook was extremely possible too. He looked away quickly and didn’t mention it.

~~THREE~~

By this time, he knew. He may not have gotten confirmation with you, but John Booker Routledge knew that his best friend was getting abused by her mom. He knew he’d have to confront you eventually. He wanted to help you get out of that situation.

This time happened six weeks later. He dropped you off at your door with the promise that he’d walk with you in the morning, to take you for breakfast.

“See you in the morning John B.” You don’t know what came over you, but you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. You turned and walked in your front door before he could see the small blush that was creeping up your cheeks.

“So now you’re a slut? Makes sense I only see you hanging out with those three boys. Didn’t I raise you better, Y/n?”

“I’m sorry?” You asked, genuinely confused. Wrong move on your part.

“I think you heard me loud and clear. I saw you kissing that boy, you slut.”

“Mom, no. I swear it was just a friendship thing.” You lied, you did have a crush on John B but your mom didn’t need to know that.

She had enough, shoving you back into the wall. You don’t know what came over you, but you did it. You finally did it. For once in your life, you fought back. You kicked out your leg, knocking her down. She reached over and hit you in the eye, grabbing at your neck. She began to try to choke you, but you brought your leg up to kick her square in the chest. She let you go, the wind knocked out of her.

You took the opportunity and ran. You put your hood up and kept your head down. You didn’t even have to look up, it was like muscle memory at this point. You walked around the house to his window, before knocking.

“Y/n?”

“Hi John B.” You weakly smiled, urgency evident in your voice. “Can I stay here tonight?”

“Yeah of course Y/n/n, come on in.”

He helped you in his window before quietly tiptoeing out of his room. You awkwardly sat down on his bed, and he soon came back with a bag of ice.

“For your eye.” you almost forgot. “I know what happened.”

“Yeah, kooks are vicious at night and-”

“Y/n,” He cut you off. “Stop lying. I dropped you off at your house at 11:30, and you don’t typically go out after that. At least not by yourself. I know you. Just let me help you, me and dad can help get you away from your mom.” He pleaded.

“I came here to stay the night, not be met with false accusations.”

“Are they really false though?” He asked.

You sat there, opening your mouth in search of an answer. He had that look on his face, the same one he made when he won. You didn’t want him to win, at least no right now. You stood up and walked towards the window. Tears were gathering in your eyes. You quickly choked out and answer. 

“I’m going to stay at JJ’s. Good night John B. Thank you for the bag of ice.”

He didn’t know why he let you go, but he felt horrible. He was so close to getting the truth out of you, but he was worried if he kept pressing he’d scare you away. He decided he’d wait extra time before asking you again.

~~ + ONE~~

You had finally decided that you had enough. You didn’t want to deal with your mom anymore. 12 years. That’s how long your mother used you as a punching bag. It started after your dad left when you were 4, and you were 16 now. You had waited until your mom drank until she blacked out before you tossed as much stuff that you could into your duffle bag, packing more in your backpack. You tied the laces of your one pair of sneakers together and threw them over your head. You slipped on your flip-flops and left, with your head held high and not looking back.

You texted John B, asking if you could come over. It was 2 am but you were ready to go. As if he could read your mind, John B said you could. You ran faster than you’d ever had. When you got there John B sat with his window open, waiting for you. He took your bag and helped you in the window. You slipped the shoes off your neck and sat down on his window sill.

“You were right.” You told him.

He was holding your face in his, searching for injuries. “About what, bubba?”

“My mom and my home life. How long have you known?”

“I first noticed when we were 10. We were at lunch, you said that you liked school after we were all complaining about it, you had rubbed your arm and your sleeve rolled up and I saw a bruise. Why did you never say anything before? I could’ve helped you get out of there so much sooner.”

You sighed. “I knew it was bad, but I was embarrassed. Do you remember that one day on the boat like a year ago? When I wouldn’t go swimming? It was because my mom beat the absolute shit out of me the night before. And then there was that day I asked to stay the night, I was all sweaty from running and my eye was bruised. It was from my mom, but that was the first day I fought back. I left tonight because of you. Thank you John B.”

You were both staring into each other’s eyes, and he slowly leaned in. You leaned in too, to speed it up. And you kissed. You eventually told the other pogues, your mom got arrested, and you and JB started dating. You finally got out of the home all thanks to John B.

[letarasstuff]

The Wisdom of Pulling Teeth

(A/N): This was requested by an anon. Enjoy reading!

Summary: Spencer's daughter gets her wisdom teeth removed. How funny will she be after that?

Warnings: Mentions of medication, dentist talks, bad jokes, taking medications and being high because of them

Wordcount: 1k

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________________

As the child of an FBI agent there are not many irrational fears one has. Spencer always warns his daughter about the scum of people, the evil he himself has witnessed.

Between rapists, murderers, stalkers and other bad people is one kind (Y/N) also fears, if not even the most: Dentists.

Every appointment is linked to pain and loud noises in her head. Luckily for the teenager she has good hygiene and except for the annual check-ups she doesn’t need to go to one very often. This is until the latest appointment. Her dentist made the girl get her x-rays done and found out that her wisdom teeth are growing out the wrong way.

“We need to pull all four of them out in order for your other teeth to stay at the position they are now”, she told the teenager. Spencer sat with her in the room, listening to the diagnosis. He made an appointment to get all of them out at once, knowing there is nothing in the world that is able to get his daughter enduring the same pain twice.

Today is the day. The fridge is prepared with food easy to eat, like mashed potato, soup and baby food. Her room is already darkened for her to come home and just sleep the anesthetics off. Cool packs are in the freezer ready to use along with ice cream. It seems like nothing can go wrong.

But everytime Spencer thinks that there is at least one thing that doesn’t go as planned. It’s not that the team got a case and the time he wants to take off if work is in danger. It’s also not (Y/N) herself protesting to go. She knows that if she doesn’t let the dentist do her work that she will have problems and complications in the future with her bitings, resulting in seeing a dentist more often. That’s why (Y/N) complies to her father.

It’s that Spencer hadn’t thought about her anesthetics. To be more specific: How they are going to make his child loopy.

In this case he hasn’t expected to have her escorted out of the treatment room by two nurses, each of them having one arm around her shoulders. “Daddy-O! This is amaaaaazing! I feel soo good and it didn’t huwt wone bit!” She tells him in an excited manner. Her speech is impedinated by the gauge the teenager has in her mouth.

One of the nurses gives him her prescribed painkillers and explains how to redress the wounds and when to come back for a last check up. Spencer carefully stores the instructions in his mind, like he does with the medicine in his satchel. Then he takes his daughter into his arms and tries to navigate her back to the car.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?” The father asks while putting her seatbelt on. Her mood suddenly changes. “I only know 25 letters of the alphabet”, (Y/N) whispers shocked. He looks at her confused. “How so, Darling?”

Once again her mood changes and she begins to cackle. “I don’t know y! Do you get it Dad! Y like the letter. Gosh, I’m so funny. Do you think John Mulaney would do a stand up with me? I have to tell the others the joke. Please don’t ruin my pointe!”

Quickly she puts Jack and Henry in a group chat, to tell them the joke, too. Meanwhile Spencer gets into the car and starts driving.

“Dad, Ellen DeGeneres has my teeth now.” She states, deadly serious. He glances at her. “Does she? Did you ask her for an autogramm for your Aunt Penelope?” This is the moment where (Y/N) dissolves into tears. “I forgot that she likes her. Dad, I’m a bad niece, please don’t tell her that I met her. She’ll be so disappointed in me.” He scrambles for an answer to calm her down. Having a teenager high on anesthetics is stressier than a toddler in their terrible twos.

“Hey, it’s ok. It’s our little secret, alright?” She looks at him, checking for any kind of evidence that he is lying. “You promise?” “I promise.” They link their pinkies at a red traffic light.

“Dad, I’m tired. Please wake me up when it’s all over. When I’m wiser and I’m older”, the teenager tells her father and then is out like a light. Spencer lets out a sigh of relief. At least now he doesn’t have to worry about her doing something dumb.

A little later they reach their apartment complex and he kills the engine in their parking lot. “Sweetheart, you have to wake up. I can’t carry you.” The father gently shakes her shoulder. “Let me be, Dad. Just call Uncle Derek, he is even able to lift a driving car with an elephant in.” (Y/N) pushes his hands off her, but still gets up.

Luckily she is steadier on her feet now, there is no way Spencer would have been able to drag her all the stairs up to the fourth story. Finally passing the door to their apartment he lets his satchel fall down at the foot of their coat racket. Then the doctor maneuvers his daughter into her room. She goes on and on about something in a language he isn’t even sure of its existence.

“Here you go, Sweetheart. Please take these, they’ll make sure you are in no pain when you wake up again”, her father tells her while handing her a couple of painkillers. She inspects them thoroughly. “Will they grow me a second head?” (Y/N) asks suspiciously. “Uhm, do you want them to?” “No. People would look at me weirdly. Our society is not ready for people with more than one head. They can’t even handle it when people have no gender!” “Then no. In fact they prevent you from growing a second head.”

Content with his answer she swallows them and lays down. “You can go now. I need to be left alone. This beauty needs her sleep.” Quietly Spencer leaves the room, wondering what the following days have in store for him.

One thing definitely is certain: A grumpy teenager. Because dealing with cheeks looking like the ones a hamster has isn’t funny.

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[fangirlshrieks]

Mistletoe Part 3

a/n: I'm actually liking this story. Two people who are obviously in love but can't see it themselves. It hurts to watch but I can't look away.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Word count: 4,022

Parings: Neville Longbottom x ravenclaw! reader

Warnings: some swearing, fluff, some angst I guess I'm not sure

Summary: It's your sixth year at Hogwarts and your friendship with Neville seems to become more and more complicated. You suspect that he is starting to have feelings for someone else and will only ever see you as a friend. It's not until Slughorn’s Christmas party that the truth is revealed.

Friday night rolled around and Slughorn's supper party seemed to be going well. That is until Professor Slughorn came around to question you about your personal life.

"So Y/N, I must ask who was your mentor in potions before you came to Hogwarts? I was looking at your records and it seems like you're been a natural since your 1st year?" Professor Slughorn asked with a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

"Oh… " you quickly grabbed your cup and drank the apple cider inside to wash down your mouthful of food. The apple cider caused you to burp a little louder than you expected. You covered your mouth flustered. "Excuse me."

You shook your head to push your embarrassment to the back of your mind and bring you back to the question. "I uh… I didn't have anyone teach me about potions before I came to Hogwarts sir."

"No… my goodness. Not even your parents?" Professor Slughorn inquired with a raised eyebrow.

At this Blaise who was sitting across from you snickered. However Professor Slughorn didn't seem to notice as he was more fascinated on how you became a master at potions.

"No sir, my parents are muggles."

"My dear, I would have never guessed." Professor Slughorn was astonished. "I dare say this year I might have more muggle-borns in my club than any other year. What an accomplishment indeed." Professor Slughorn's smile was wide and enthusiastic. He was obviously patting himself on the back.

You could suddenly feel the eyes of everyone at the table. They were clearly staring at you and Hermione. You wished you could go back 5 minutes ago when Professor Slughorn was still talking about his trip to the Netherlands.

You had wished Professor Slughorn hadn't assigned seats for this dinner. You would have rather sat next to Neville instead of Cormac, who was eyeing you ever so often whenever he wasn't staring at Hermione. Cormac annoyed you mostly as he was a bit of a snob and was constantly flirting with almost all the girls at Hogwarts. But he only ever seemed to date Griffendor girls so you didn't have to worry about being asked out by the dumb brute.

"I think it's cool that you're amazing at potions." Cormac whispered over to you. Professor Slughorn was in a conversation with another student so he couldn't hear Cormac.

You stared at him confused.

"I like it when a girl is smarter than me at something. It makes for a nice change." Cormac smirked.

"Wow… " your eyes widened at how big his ego really was. "Then it must happen all the time." You said smugly.

"Ok.. that hurt" the sarcasm in Cormac's voice was evident.

Neville stopped paying attention to Professor Slughorn when he overheard your voice becoming louder. He couldn't stop himself from hating Cormac. He knew you hated Cormac but he also knew that Cormac had a thing for you. Which Neville thought was odd considering he only ever dated Gryffindor girls.

He hadn't realized that he was glaring at Cormac until Hermione tapped his hand.

"Neville, are you ok?" She whispered concerned.

His eyes darted to Hermione and then at his plate of food. "Yeah…" He quickly put a spoon full of chicken and mashed potatoes in his mouth to pretend like nothing had happened.

Hermione felt sorry for him. Harry was in the same situation with Ginny. She looked over at you and Cormac. You honestly looked miserable.

"Don't worry she doesn't like him." Hermione whispered over to Neville. "She never has."

Neville looked at her worried. Now Hermione knew about his crush on you. Hermione would never tell you but he still felt embarrassed.

Hopefully dessert wouldn't be too bad but unfortunately Harry had to make things more awkward when Ginny walked in.

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After that Friday, it was just as Neville had predicted. A week later he received a letter saying that he didn't make the cut for the Slug club but was offered an opportunity to earn extra house points if he decided to help serve at further junctions. Apparently Professor Slughorn had talked to the heads of houses and they agreed to the arrangement.

"Aww seriously" Neville said annoyed. His eyebrows furrowed.

How was he going to tell you? You were so happy that he had finally done something useful for his future and he blew it.

He needed advice on what to do. Dean and Ginny were busy hanging out, probably on a date. Seamus was unusually moody and avoiding everyone ever since Dean started dating Ginny. So he went to the only person he trusted (or the only person that was available at the time).

Luna had asked to meet in the Ravenclaw common room so they could take some advice from books in the Ravenclaw library. Luna had assured Neville that you were out in a study group.

"Study group? With who?" Neville asked apprehensively, as he sat on the floor beside Luna. He put his backpack down next to him.

"Some of her Ravenclaw friends." Luna said nonchalantly as she started to grab a few books off the bottom shelf.

"I discovered something the other day." Luna announced as if she were speaking in front of a classroom. "This shelf is full of blank books. But if you grab one and think of a book that you would like to read then when you open the book, the pages are filled with that story."

Luna showed Neville how the bookshelf worked and opened a book with empty pages. Then when she reopened the book the pages were filled.

"That is severely cool." Neville said, astonished. He took the book in his hands and went to the title page. The cursive letters wrote: Pride and Prejudice

"What book is this?" Neville asked.

"It's by a muggle author and one of my favorite authors." Luna said.

"Ok, but how is it going to help me?" Neville asked suspiciously.

"To show you what happens when you don't tell someone how you truly feel." Luna stated plainly.

Neville just looked at her annoyed. "Luna, I just need help on what to do. I don't want Y/N to know that I didn't get into the Slug Club. Maybe we can make it seem like I'm in the Slug club without actually being in the Slug Club."

"You know, Neville, I think it will make you feel better if you tell people the truth and how you really feel instead of hiding them or trying to be someone you're not. And by people I mean Y/N." Luna said

"Ok but I've gotten nowhere by myself." Neville said sarcastically. "That's why I need help." Neville picked up a random book, "Emma? What kind of books are these?"

"Classic muggle literature featuring my favorite type of characters." Luna said happily.

"Which are?" Neville said, confused.

"Characters written by women of course." Luna said dreamily.

The next half hour was spent by Luna and Neville trying to come up with ideas on how to make it seem like Neville was still in the club. He ended up writing down a full page of notes in his diary private journal. Loose sheets of paper peaked out of the edges of Neville's journal.

Just as he was writing down his last bad idea he ran out of ink and went to look through his bag for ink. That's when he saw the letter from Professor Slughorn saying that he was rejected from the Slug Club. Then a brilliant idea hit him.

"Luna, do you think that Y/N will go to all of Professor Slughorn's meetings?"

"I don't think so. She's awfully busy these days." Luna said feeling sorry for you. She knew that your class schedule was packed.

"So that means she won't be able to attend every single meeting." Neville spoke to himself.

"Yes, you just asked that." Luna said, confused.

"I think I got it!" Neville said cheerfully. "Do you mind finding out for me when Y/N won't be able to attend meetings?" Neville asked.

"Sure but how will that help?" Luna asked.

"Because I can work at the meetings that Y/N won't be attending so then I can pretend like I'm actually attending the meeting as a member. This way I'll be able to know what happens during the meetings, making it look like I'm still a member." Neville's eyes were wide and wild.

"I don't like this side of you." Luna said, sighing and turning her head to read the book that was in her hands. "But I guess love makes you do crazy things."

"So you'll help me?" Neville worried Luna would change her mind.

Luna thought about it for a few seconds before replying. "As long as in the end you tell Y/N the truth and the whole truth." Luna reached her hand out for Neville to shake.

Neville eyed her hand cautiously. "Ok deal." He said after a few seconds and shook Luna's hand in agreement.

"I better go before Y/N shows up."

As Neville got up to leave he picked up his backpack. However, he didn't realize that he didn't put his journal back in his backpack so it fell open on the floor. As it fell the loose sheets of paper flew all around him.

"Shit!" Neville panicked.

He tried to grab as many sheets of paper before they fell but only managed to grab two pieces of paper while the rest fell on the floor. People began to stare and snicker as they saw him struggle.

"Shit! Shit!" Neville whispered, screamed.

Luna began to gather all the pieces of paper from the floor while Neville joined her. Luna skimmed through a few pages. Some were poems, letters, even drawings mostly of plants and animals but also you. Luna smiled down at the pages and returned them to Neville.

Neville looked stressed as he gathered the papers on the floor. If any one of these papers were discovered by someone then they would find out that he has a crush on you and probably tell you.

"Don't forget your diary" Luna said returning Neville's book.

"It's not…" Neville said embarrassed. But then Luna gave him a look that said 'it's a diary.'

"ok it is a diary" Neville said defeated.

After making sure that Neville got all of his personal belongings he made his way out of the Ravenclaw common room and Luna returned to reading her books.

However Neville and Luna hadn't checked under the bookshelf leaving a beautiful poem written about a girl, for someone to mistake as trash.

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As Neville exited the Ravenclaw common room he walked through the corridors lit by torchlight. It was late and the sun had already gone down. He was finally at ease on how he was going to avoid telling you how he didn't get into Slughorn’s Club. He couldn't disappoint you. You finally saw him as someone exceptional, someone important and he didn't want to ruin it.

Just as Neville was about to turn a corner he heard your voice. He heard your laughter and smiled to himself. Neville started to rush towards the sound of your voice so he could talk to you but then he heard another voice and stopped before he could turn the corner. Neville recognized that voice. Terry was with you. And the two of you were about to turn into the corridor that Neville was in, so Neville quickly hid behind a pillar.

"Thanks again Terry for helping me." You said, thankful for your friend's kindness. "You really saved me with that Transfiguration spell."

"Yeah… no problem. It was worth seeing you grow an extra ear." He chuckled.

You laughed along with him. "Oh Godric, that was embarrassing." You said rubbing your hand over your face and through your hair.

"You have to admit that it was pretty funny," Terry laughed some more.

"Ok it was kinda funny" you giggled.

"So I have Oreos in my dorm? Care to join me?" Terry asked. His voice deepened and his tone became more flirtatious.

"Mmh…" you pretend to think and tried to not physically cringe at Terry's invitation to his dorm. "Not tonight. I'm pretty tired." You yawned for effect.

"Ok" Terry shrugged his shoulders unphased. "Some other time then?"

"Uhh… yeah… I guess " you were unsure of what to say at first so you just decided to just say yes for now and let him leave you alone. You would have to make sure to invite other people later if he were to ask you again. "Yeah…" You said uncontrollably.

As you two made your way through another corridor. Neville just stared at the ground. He couldn't believe what he just heard. You told Terry yes. You didn't this time but you promised there would be a next time. Neville knew you loved Oreos too. You had offered him some during lunch multiple times.

'But why did Terry have Oreos in his dorm? Did he get them for you? Did you give him the Oreos? Have you two eaten Oreos in his dorm before? And when were you planning on eating Oreos in his dorm next time?' All these questions ran through Neville's mind.

He suddenly felt a weight on his chest and a pain in the back of his throat that made it difficult to breathe. The realization hit him that you liked Terry. He didn't feel like going back to his dorm room just then so he ran to the greenhouse as fast as he could.

Once in the greenhouse house Neville shut the glass doors and leaned up against them. He was heart broken and there was nothing he could do about it. He slowly sat down on the ground and brought his knees to his chest.

"But… but I love her." He sobbed into his arms.

'That's why you have to let her go.' A voice in the back of his head whispered.

And it was right. This had happened before and Neville stood by you as a supportive friend. It wasn't easy then and it seemed to be harder now. But Neville couldn't handle this heartbreak any more. He had to come to terms that you would only ever see him as your friend and nothing more. And he would have to stop seeing you and get over his crush on you if that were to ever happen.

Neville combed his hands through his hair to try and calm himself but he just ended up pulling at his own hair. He was becoming more and more angry with himself.

'Why do I keep doing this?' He thought. 'This is torture and it's not fair.'

He felt like he was going to explode and wanted to throw something. That's when he threw his backpack towards the table in front of him. As his backpack hit the foot of the table it fell to the floor with a bang. The flap of his bag was open, showing its contents.

There he saw his diary filled with all his hopes and dreams of what he thought would one day be true. He wanted nothing more than to burn it. Then with the urge to destroy, Neville rushed to his backpack, grabbed his diary, and he started ripping the pages out and throwing them everywhere.

He was done with the pain. He was done shoving his feelings for you out of his mind. He was done trying to be your friend and pretend it didn't hurt every time you told him that you cared about him. He was done…

Just then he came to a page with a picture taped to it. The picture was from 4th year and everyone was on a trip to Hogsmeade. In the picture Neville was standing there waving and smiling with his winter coat and earmuffs, then you came up behind him and jumped on his back for a piggyback ride. But Neville hadn't expected you to tackle him and slipped on some ice and fell. Neville ended up face down in the snow with you on top of him. You had sat straddling his back and got up. The both of you were laughing and you ended up helping Neville up.

He remembered this moment fondly. But it also brought back embarrassing memories of him walking back to Hogwarts funny because of the feeling of your legs wrapped around him.

Neville seemed to calm down at the memory. He wasn't as angry anymore but he did feel regret. He started organizing all the pages he had ripped out of his diary and tried to unwrinkle them. He didn't know why he was saving these but he knew one thing, he was still holding on to a little bit of hope.

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A couple of weeks had passed and you barely got to see Neville at all. You only got to see him in Herbology but he was oddly distant, never really paying attention to you. The less time you spent with him the more you noticed that Luna spent more time with Neville. You didn't think much of it until you heard what those girls said about a poem being found in a trash bin in the Ravenclaw common room. It was written by Neville, of course, and was meant for a certain Ravenclaw girl. It made sense now. They had spent the summer together and Neville seemed to be ignoring you to spend more time with her. The revelation hurt like nothing before so you stormed out of the common room.

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It was November now and it definitely felt like Neville was ignoring you. On too many occasions had you asked Neville during Herbology if he had planned on going to one of Professor Slughorn's meetings. He gave you the same answer every time: "I'm not sure."

And he always seemed to go to Slughorn's meetings whenever you couldn't. You never even told him when you couldn't make the meetings either. But it was too much of a coincidence for it to just be a coincidence.

He always insisted on telling you what had happened at the meetings too. You never really cared much what happened at these meetings but this seemed to be the only time Neville wanted to talk to you. You didn't mind though. You missed talking to Neville, so you cherish these small talks in Herbology. But, you started wondering if was intentionally avoiding you.

Your life had gotten so busy and you wondered why you ever decided to take so many classes. But on the bright side you were getting really good at magic. The best in Ravenclaw. You had even managed to master nonverbal spells, which only a few students had been able to master.

But the real reason you had been putting all your focus into your studies was because you didn't want to attend Professor Slughorn's club if you could avoid it. If Neville was really avoiding you, you thought you should give him some space (or ignore him too for hurting your feelings). It might have been petty but if Neville was avoiding you you were going to avoid him.

Since you had been so focused on your studies by the time December had rolled around you had hardly gone to any of Professor Slughorn's meetings. Professor Slughorn had pestered you enough times for it to become annoying. He'd always comment how your work in his potions class always excited his expectations every time and begged you to join his parties. Apparently professor Slughorn had been pestering other students to come to his gatherings.

And apparently other people had been bothering you to go to Professor Slughorn's meetings, like Terry. Terry had heard of all the surprise guests that had been showing up to these gatherings and he wanted to meet them. Ever since his favorite quidditch player showed up to one meeting, Terry has been begging you to convince Professor Slughorn to let him in his club or at least be your date to Professor Slughorn's Christmas party.

"Terry…" you said with a sigh. "I don't think I'm going to go." You said painfully. The two of you were currently sitting next to each other at a table in the library. You really didn't have anyone else to hang out with lately as Padma was always busy with her prefect duties and Neville was currently avoiding you.

"What! You have to! I heard the Weird Sisters were going to be there Y/N." Terry moved to sit in front of you so he could look you in the eyes 'very seriously'. "The Weird Sisters! Come on!"

"Didn't they play at our school already?" You asked sarcastically.

"Oh really, you're above them now." Terry mocked.

"Look, I just don't want to go." You said, a little annoyed. You pulled the book you were reading closer to you.

"Ugh!" Terry exaggerated his disappointment. He put his head on the table and reached his hands across the table to try and grab your own hands.

"Please please please please please" Terry sing-song his plea.

"I'll think about it." You said a little more nicely when he grabbed your hand.

"Thank you!" Terry looked up at you with a grin on his face. "I promise won't be bothering you any more once I convince Professor Slughorn to let me join his club." He took your hand that he was holding and shook it gratefully as he spoke.

"Yeah ok." You said, rolling your eyes and trying to suppress a laugh.

That's when Neville walked in the library and following behind him was Luna. A tinge of jealousy overcame you. Luna whispered something to Neville and then they both turned towards you. Your cheeks burned and you immediately turned back to your book. From the corner of your eye you could see Neville shove Luna towards a corner of the library. At that point rage filled your entire being.

'What the hell was that all about!' You thought. 'What the fuck did Luna say!'

You were so mad that you didn't realize that you were still holding Terry's hand and were squeezing it very tightly.

"Ow!" Terry said, suddenly pushing you out of your thoughts. "You ok." Terry looked at you worried. "I'm sorry if I pushed you too much in asking."

"What no… I'm sorry I just… I read something." You said trying to come up with an explanation.

Terry looked at you cautiously. You just looked around to find where Neville and Luna left off to but you couldn't find them.

'Great' you mentally face palmed yourself.

"Come with me." You said, getting up and pulling Terry by the arm.

"Woah!" Terry screeched as the two of you made your way out the library.

You needed to find a place where no one would be able to hear your conversation. You didn't want anyone (particularly someone) to know that you were going to be at Slughorn’s Christmas party. Then a broom closet appeared out of nowhere and you stuffed Terry inside. As soon as you entered the broom closet you shut it.

"I changed my mind." You spoke.

"What!?" Terry looked around confused. "Where are we?"

You ignored his question. "I want to go to Slughorn's Christmas party and I want you to be my date."

"Ok but why are we in a broom closet?" Terry was becoming more used to the idea however.

"Because you cannot tell anyone about it!" You said seriously. "I mean it."

"What!? Why not?"

"Because I want it to be a surprise when we show up together." You said coyly. "And I don't want people to know I'm going." You said more honestly.

"Ohh I see." Terry was too dumb to understand your plan but was happy to go along with it blindly.

"This conversation never happened." You said eying him up and down. "Pick me up at 6pm." Then you left the broom closet.

Unbeknownst to you, a horrified Neville and a pitiful Luna watched you and Terry leave the broom closet not many seconds apart.

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[bellatrixobsessed1]

Azula Week - Day 7

Summary: After CPS takes Azula from Ozai, Hama adopts her and she learns to appreciate small pleasures like watching storms on a porch.

Hama smells like strawberry and raspberry. 

Fresh and clean and fruity like a late spring afternoon. 

These are the smells that Azula has come to know as home. The smells that had, at first, daunted her. It has been a little over a year since CPS had taken her from father and dropped her off at an overcrowded home. And it has been approximately five months since the old woman had entered that home and filled out the papers. 

“You’re lucky.” They had said. “Kids your age don’t usually get adopted.” 

But if she were lucky, she wouldn’t have needed to be adopted in the first place. Father wouldn’t have burned Zuko and went to jail and mother wouldn’t have left. If she were lucky, uncle would have taken she and Zuko. If she were lucky people wouldn’t think her difficult just because they have realized that she shares some of her father’s temperament. 

At least that is what she had thought in the beginning. She supposes that she still thinks it a little. Every now and then when the day is too gloomy. And maybe that is why Hama has made an activity of storm watching with her. Because she has come to notice that her daughter’s mood dips whenever the sun hides. 

Now when the days are gloomy, she thinks that maybe she is lucky. 

If she weren’t lucky then Hama would be just as dreadful as father. But she is a gentle woman. Probably the kindest soul that Azula has ever met. Hama claims that it is due in part to hardships and having finally let go of them and all of the resentments attached. 

She has never gotten too deep into her past but she has mentioned being uprooted and displaced somehow, someway. 

Today, as the clouds churn and brew, Hama passes her a mixing bowl and a potato masher. “Don’t let the name deceive you, this can mash fruit too.” She makes that joke every time and somehow it is still funny. Funny in that charming way only an old woman can be. 

Today’s mix is strawberry and cherry. “Make sure you get all of the pits this time.” Azula reminds Hama as though the old woman hasn’t been doing this much longer than she. 

“Ayyy, it happened one time!” Hama proclaims as she begins to mash her own bowl of fruits; her combination is raspberry and blueberry. That is a mix that they haven’t been yet bold enough to try. 

Overhead, the wind chimes affixed to the porch roof tinkle. “You think that it’s going to be a good one?” Azula inquires. 

Hama looks up from her mixing bowl and hums. “Nothing as spectacular as the last one, but it’ll be a looker.” 

In way of response, the sky lights up enthusiastically as if to say, “yes, I am worth watching.” Evidently, Azula has come to enjoy watching all storms no matter how small–even if it is only just a few distant flashes of lightning on the underbellies of aggravated clouds. 

Lightning is cathartic.

Beautiful.

Dangerous. 

And the thunder quiets some of her doubts by drowning them out for some time. And when she is in the right mood, a steady and cool downpour on her skin is enticing. On one occasion she had watched Hama dance in the rain. 

Hama always makes a point of letting the storms drench her. Azula just hopes that they will finish making their jam first this time. “I’m almost done.” She comments, holding up the bowl for the old woman to check its consistency. 

“You are indeed.” Hama agrees.

By the time she is completely through, Azula smells of strawberry and cherry just the way that Hama smells of raspberry and blueberry. And by the time she sets the potato masher aside, the first onslaught of raindrops begins to beat upon the roof. 

The windchimes are dancing with more furocity now and the air has that adrenaline inducing electric charge.

“We can wait until the storm passes to begin simmering the fruits.” Hama shouts over the growing gales. 

“That sounds like a plan.” Azula replies. The wind whips her hair. 

“Oh this one is definitely going to be a good one!” Hama declares. 

Azula watches the wind roll over the tall grasses. One day perhaps she will see a tornado, somewhere off in the distance, rumbling over the corn fields until it fades away. What a thrill that would be. But for now she is perfectly content with these little storms that ruffle their clothes and stir the fruity aroma of their unmade jams. 

The scents and sounds of the home she is glad to have found.

[bigteefsmallbrain]

General Soul Eater HCs please

Soul Eater: General headcanons

Death the Kid:

He’s an art critic

Hear me out

He is obsessed with symmetry, and loves the beauty in it

So when he sees something non-symmetrical, especially in art, he can’t help but to critique it

May go as far as to send a personal letter to the artist (If they’re alive) about how offensive it is that they created something so asymmetrical

If he can’t send a letter to the artist, he’ll send one to the owner/museum and request it be taken down, while listing reasons why it’s horrible.

Anything he writes has an even amount of letters and words

Be that his test answers

Essays

Letters

Diary entry

Speaking of diary entries, he definitely has one

But it’s actually just a catalogue of symmetrical things he’s seen

He puts photos into it and writes about how beautiful it was to see

He doesn’t care what it is much, just that it was beautiful

Meaning he takes photos of people too

Which can be unnerving at times

He’s probably taken a photography class before, or at the very least is self taught

Literally has a photo album of things he views are beautiful, but non symmetrical and he would die if anyone found it

Like a particular sunset with uneven hills

Or a flower with one too many petals

Definitely has an 8 ball, not a magic one, just an 8 ball, it’s placed on a velvet pillow in his room and he frequently polishes it

Elizabeth Thompson:

Makes several backup plans as a way to cope

Especially after dealing with an experience with a ghost

She has notebooks full of them, labeled and detailed

At one point she started putting them in alphabetical order but stopped immediately when she realized Kid’s perfectionist habits were rubbing off on her

She practices acting in the mirror

Usually so she can charm a man into dating her

But also to con people

She used to be a “Street rat” and that thought of ending up on the streets again constantly plagues her mind

She takes full advantage of the “Rich life”

Shopping sprees

Quality makeup

Salons and spa days

The works

She lets Patty’s thought that she knows everything get to her head

The fact alone that her sister believes in her that much is enough to make her a bit egotistical

And Patty’s admiration for the girl makes it ten times worse

She literally doesn’t care if she ends up being wrong because she’ll just be right next time anyways

So stubborn in that aspect

Patricia Thompson:

She likes dark humor

You can’t convince me otherwise, you actually can’t, I have evidence

She made an origami Giraffe, and broke its neck

Laughed when Kid said he “wants to die”

She literally pokes him with a stick when he’s depressed

She likes dark humor, and probably looks up jokes to tell others just for kicks

She’s secretly sadistic, and likes scaring her sister and others

She may act naïve and innocent, but she is anything but

She definitely has, more than once, banged on Liz’s door at 3AM just to hear her sister squeal like a little girl

Honestly, she probably purposefully gets their pose wrong, just to see her sisters annoyance and laugh when Kid gets smacked

She likes origami

Probably first got into it because of the paper ninja stars

Then just found it relaxing

She most likely makes the ninja stars mostly, and keeps a box of her origami creations somewhere

Has in the past, and will not hesitate to do so again, beat someone up for kicks or just to destress

Patty has two faces, the childlike innocent one, and the insane anger one

So it’s not too far fetched to say that she’ll hide her anger till she can corner someone alone and beat them up

Or that she gets bored and decides to do so

I wouldn’t be too surprised if her sister occasionally joined as well

Maka Albarn:

She’s a Harry Potter nerd and you can’t convince me otherwise

She loves the concept of magic

Loves the dynamic between Ron and Hermione, though feels a bit of Deja vu thinking about it

Probably used to write fanfiction, but in a way that made it seem like it was actually part of the story

She will hit you if you mention it

Definitely the type to compare books to their movie counterparts

Not in like, a critic way, but she will definitely rant about the differences, or how a character looks exactly like she imagined, or if they didn’t put in a particular scene she liked in the book

Forces Soul into movie nights, but it’s only the movie counterparts to her books

I can see her forcing everyone into a group study session

Be super organized about it, and setting it up in a way so that no one can refuse

She probably has specific ways for everyone to study

Like having Black☆Star work out while studying so he retains the knowledge better

Or setting up the session in a symmetrical way so Kid doesn’t freak out about it

She writes letters to her mom, as a coping mechanism for when her emotions get to be a little too much

Like when she’s having a bad day

Or if she’s particularly peeved at something Soul did

She writes a lot more letters when it comes around the time of her mom's birthday or death anniversary

She likes the thought of an old timey romance, and often listens to songs that give off that kind of feel

She really likes “It’s Been a Long, Long Time”, it’s one of her favorites

She also likes the old Disney songs, like “Once Upon a Dream” and “So This Is Love”

She would be so embarrassed if anyone found out though, especially if it was her dad or Soul

She isn’t quite sure why she’s so worried about Soul finding out though

Speaking of, she half realizes, half doesn’t with anyone's romantic feelings, including her own

She’ll fantasize about getting a love letter or having someone present her with a bouquet of roses

But if it actually happens she’s like “Oh, thanks friend!”

She knows the behaviors, she just can’t put two and two together

They would have to be extremely blunt, no over dramatic confession, just “I’m in love with you and want to be romantically involved with you”

She reads dictionaries for fun

She really likes to read out of date dictionaries, just to see what words and slang existed back then

She also highlights words she likes and uses them frequently on accident

She has most definitely yelled “I have cupid’s kettlebells*! I’m not flat!” at Soul before

Soul Evans:

Bottles. Up. His. Emotions.

He’s influenced by “toxic masculinity” and fully believes that being vulnerable in a serious way “isn’t cool”

He will bottle everything up so deep down inside that it seems impossible for it to surface

Feelings of inferiority to others? Bottled

Want to cry or break down? Nope, gotta be cool

Started crying in front of someone and can’t stop? He’s not crying, you’re clearly blind

Speaking of crying, once he starts, and I mean genuinely starts, it’s so hard to get him to calm down, and even then the tears don’t stop

Sometimes he’ll start to freak out and send himself into a panic attack because the tears just won’t stop

He’s that influenced by the thought of being vulnerable

On a lighter note, he does adore playing the piano, but the only person he’ll play for is Maka

He swears it’s not favoritism, and it’s partially true, but favoritism does play a large role in it

He frequently drags Maka to his room to show her a new piece he put together

And if he notices her feeling a little down that day, he’ll start playing a song that he knows she likes

He definitely knows about her love for old timey romance songs and is very embarrassed to admit a lot of the pieces he constructs are based off of that

The walls are p a p e r t h i n , he can hear her music through the walls

He secretly finds it adorable when he catches her listening to it because she’ll be dancing around to it

He also frequently finds himself thinking about those moments

He’s the stereotype that parents tell little girls about, with how boys will bully their crush

He’s a lot more playful and easy going, but still teases Maka, so much

Unlike Maka, he’s fully aware of his feelings, and acknowledges them, but bottles it up, only letting himself entertain the thought every once in a while

He jabs at Maka’s lack of “Cupids Kettlebells” as a way to try and ensure she won’t fall for him, because he doesn’t know what he’ll do if she does

He reads the same dictionaries that Maka does, not for fun, but so he can know just what the actual h e l l she’s saying

More than once he’s had to look up a particular word or phrase online because he can’t find it in the dictionary

“What the hell? It’s an old Victorian saying!? Where does she keep finding this stuff!?”

Subconsciously, as time goes on, he starts using old phrases as well, he was so embarrassed the first time he got caught saying “Keep your idle daddles* off of her!” when defending someone from a perv.

Black☆Star:

Is so unbelievably selfish with food

It’s not even funny

He will stab someone if they reach for his food

He surprisingly eats healthy most of the time though?

Says something like “I have to otherwise I’ll never surpass the gods!”

The only person who could ever p o s s i b l y steal his food is Tsubaki, but even that’s pushing it

He has the weirdest dreams, and I mean weird

Dreams like being turned into a potato and being cooked, mashed, and devoured by Tsubaki herself

He didn’t talk to her for a week after that dream, and refused to eat potatoes for a full year because “You never know if it could be a person turned into a potato!”

He was also very offended when Tsubaki ate potatoes during that time period

He takes things very literally

Like up above, if someone does something in a dream, he acts like it was real

Or if someone makes a joke about fighting, he will drag them outside to fight

He’s secretly scared of Tsubaki

But it’s for literally the stupidest reason

And he fully believes that because of it she could fight god and win

She used to have a pet cockroach

One of the flying ones

And he is so unbelievably scared of them, because for some reason they just don’t die, and they have w i n g s

So the fact she owned one as a pet scares him so bad even though it was literally for only a week

He has a soft spot for children

He doesn’t really know why

He just does

Is secretly really good with kids

Literally the definition of dad material

He has his flaws but still

Little kids are the only people who could steal his food and get away with it

Every. Time. and it makes the others so mad

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa:

What can I say, she’s perfect

She probably receives love letters

Reads them over when she’s feeling sad

Likes to keep them in a shoebox she painted

She definitely paints to unwind and relax

Likes to go outside and paint the sunrise/sunset

Takes note of beautiful scenery so she can come back in her free time and paint it

She probably draws/sketches too

Carries a sketchbook with her

More than likely has drawn Black☆Star doing something

Like napping or training

She’d never show him though, too scared of inflating his ego or giving him the wrong idea

Stress bakes/cooks

We know she cooks

Liz took advantage of it and pretended Tsubaki’s cooking was her own

So we know she does

Sometimes painting/drawing doesn’t cut it

So she heads to the kitchen and bakes away her worries and unwinds

The main reason Tsubaki would possibly be spared from Black☆Star’s stabbing habit with food is because she cooks all the meals

She makes sure everyone is comfortable around her

She’ll go as far as to learn someone's customs and practice cooking their unique cuisine just to make sure that they feel comfortable and safe in her presence

She radiates mom friend energy

She’s perfect mom material, perfect wife material, perfect in general honestly

*Cupid's Kettlebells is a old term for a woman's bust

*Idle daddles is a old term for hands

I Hope you like these general headcanons for the main seven! You didn’t say which characters you’d like to see, so I played it safe by putting the main characters! Thank you for the ask!