#frog friday on a thursday

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[beccawise7]

Damn Thursdays...

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[sashabarkov]

just chillin’

[apprenticestanheight]

being a slow crocheter is like. okay. one cardigan will take me at least sixty hours of work, and I might have to learn how to do flat granny stitching for the sleeves to avoid making more granny squares, but I'll have something cute to wear when all is said and done??

and then that eventually spirals into "Okay but I need to learn how to make tank tops so that I can make one to match the cardigan, and then I also hope I have enough left of my purple yarn so that I can make the waistband for a pair of shorts bc I want to have a whole set for when it gets warm!!" even though it's already warm and I might just be devoting literal hours of work into all of this for the next ten days so that I can have this entire thing done by June 1st

[jonathanbyersphd]

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“Jonathan wait” Nancy calls frantically. He complies with her request but he doesn’t turn around. Her heart races and slowly she finds herself noticing the little details of his appearance that she didn’t before; The sunkissed highlights of his hair, the red flush on the top of his ears from being in the desert too long, the way his old shirt is pulled too tight around his shoulders. She never really understood what people meant when they said time stops. But she thinks that eons could’ve passed by outside in the few minutes they’ve been standing here. Nancy doesn't really know what to say but she knows that if she lets him go now that this is it. That if she lets him avoid and evade they'll never get over whatever this is. Any chance of a future they have together will slip away with him. The knowledge has sent her heart plummeting. “Please don't leave” she pleads, her stomach in knots. “It's really not important” he brushes off. “It is to me” Nancy swears. “I can't go to Emerson” He repeats clearly, with the same resignation as ten minutes ago. Like he’s given up without a fight. Nancy wants to scream. “We-” Jonathan turns to face her suddenly, the stairs have added a couple inches to his height and the imbalance is incredibly uncomfortable. “I-I can't ask you to give that up because then you'd… you'd resent me. Maybe not right away but eventually. I'd-I'd be holding you back and then you would… you would leave and the kids would hate me and-” “We'd be just like your parents” she finishes with a sigh.

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[ereborne]

Song of the Day: March 19

"Let Me Drown" by Orville Peck

[pelipper]

I legit just spent the past few hours channeling my inner Death the Kid while cutting the bangs on my Eruka wig as symmetrically as possible. I think her wig and props are finally all ready to go. Only thing left to do is iron my dress and decide which day of New York Comic Con I want to wear her!

[messylustt]

red lips — rafe cameron + reader ( outer banks ) : your cold ceo asks you to accompany him on his business trip

contents : fingering, rafe bites readers lip and there’s a bit of blood, slightly jealous rafe. wc 2.2k.

“miss y/n/l, come to my office, please.” the ceo called from behind his closed office door.

“ah, good luck with that.” whispered your colleague, who runs her hand through her hair in relief that it’s not her getting called in. “he does not sound happy.”

“does he ever?” timmy asks, leaning on your desk.

“good point.” jana mutters, as you get up from your seat.

dread has befallen your face, as you straighten out your skirt.

mr. cameron was as typically cold as most ceo’s one would read about. he got straight to business, demanding things such as overtime and redoes. it’s safe to say the entire company is somewhat scared of the man. either of his powerful position or him in general.

you give your colleagues a look as they chuckle at your impending doom. making your way to the glazed door you take a breath. you were sure you had completed everything you were assigned for, having done those extra hours. you remember one night when it ended up just being you and mr. cameron…

;;

“enjoy yourself, y/n,” timmy mockingly pouted as you attempted to hit him over the head with the stack of papers you were currently marking. mr. cameron had asked you to stay back and complete these pages before tomorrow. in all honesty it was an impossible task to begin with, but you had to agree.

timmy grins and taps under your chin. “aw, your like a cute angry frog.”

you blanch at him. “a frog?”

timmy’s grin widens as he then pokes your cheek.

“if you’ve completed everything mr. west, you may go.” mr. cameron’s voice makes both your heads snap in his direction.

he’s stood in a tailored suit, the jacket gone throughout the day, as his button up stays rolled by his elbows. his arms are crossed as he eyes the two of you.

you swiftly lower your stack of papers and place them on the desk as if you hadn’t just been about to use them as a weapon.

“ah, of course, mr. cameron, i’ll be leaving. have a good night.” timmy directs this at you both as he turns to leave.

you want to drag him back feeling taught and tense standing in the same room as mr. cameron. the intense man shifts his gaze to you as he walks over.

“i’ve just completed a quarter, but I’ll be done by tonight.” you say, fiddling with the edges of the pages, as you spare him a smile.

mr. cameron tilts his head in inspection as he reaches for the completed pages. you tense as he brushes past you, leaning extremely close. the office had emptied. it was a friday night, and you actually had plans to meet with this blind date your friend set you up with. but clearly you had to cancel because of work.

“may i ask you something mr. cameron?” you ask turning a little more to face him.

he raised his gaze from the papers, nodding.

you coughed, standing straighter. “why did you need these done tonight?”

“so that they would be completed by tomorrow.” mr. cameron responds. and you have to hold back a groan at his answer.

“you do realise it’s a friday, sir?”

mr. cameron stands straighter, seeming to readjust himself. “i am aware of the days of the week, miss y/l/n.”

“then why do you need these completed for a saturday?”

mr. cameron pauses, placing the papers back down on your desk. you shuffle slightly back to give him room, but mr. cameron steps closer.

“i actually need these next week thursday.” mr. cameron says, making your brows furrow.

“then why..?” you question as he re-rolls his sleeves over his biceps.

“because i needed you in the office, miss y/l/n.”

“but why?” you then remember manners. “sir?”

he eyes you, darting his tongue out to brush his bottom lip. “where did you need to be tonight, miss y/l/n?”

“i had dinner plans.” you say.

“with a partner i assume.”

you slowly shake your head. “it was just a blind date.”

you catch mr. cameron’s gaze, who seems to be staring very intently. “i apologise if i ruined that for you.”

you shake your head out of politeness. “that’s alright, mr. cameron.”

mr. cameron stares at you, narrowing his eyes a fraction. you shuffle uncomfortably, confused as to why he hasn’t left yet. everything he did was swift and sufficient. so why was he hanging around you?

then he turns, heading back to his office. “i like that lipstick colour, by the way.”

you gape at his back as he disappears. he what?

;;

you opened mr. cameron’s door to his office as your palms began to sweat. god, he was scary.

he looks up immediately when you enter. “thank you, miss y/l/n. take a seat.”

you obey, hiking your skirt further down. mr. cameron doesn’t look away from you as his eyes dart down to your lips briefly before he glances back to his laptop.

“i need you to schedule some time away for the next three days.” mr. cameron says.

“but you have your business trip this week—”

“i mean for you, miss y/l/n.”

you pause, as mr. cameron leans back in his chair. you ignore the way his muscles tensed against his black button up.

“oh, of course sir.”

“we have a scheduled private jet to arrive tonight, that you must be on.”

wow, you think to yourself. you’d never gone on one of his business trips before. he always brought one his employees to help in general, but it’s never been you.

“uh, thank you, mr. cameron.” you smile, feeling genuinely proud.

rafe meets your gaze, surprised to see that you honestly looked pleased at the news. part of him hated that he felt good because of it.

he hated a lot of things about you. he hated the way you smiled. the way you talked. the way you dressed. and the way he liked you close.

rafe carefully eyes you, and the colour staining your lips. you had worn a dark red the other night. but now you chose a muted pink. why did it bother him that you picked a different colour than the one he complimented you on?

his hands dig into his thighs, covered by his large desk as he eyes your outfit choice. a nice blouse, that was modest enough, and a skirt that you seemed to be continuously hiking down. your legs were smooth and your heels made them appear longer. he didn’t dare look anywhere for too long, an annoying strain beginning to grow in his pants.

“it will just be us for the ride there, but on the way back a few clients will be joining.” rafe said, as you nod.

;;

you walk into the private jet, taking deep breathes. alone. mr. cameron said you’d be alone for the ride there, save for the pilot of course.

you spot mr. cameron already seated going through work, you assume.

hearing your heels clicking, rafe looks up. the dim lighting of the private jet, made your features seem almost…sensual.

you find a seat by a window, on the opposite side of your ceo. you spare him a nod and a smile before your busying yourself with work you downloaded on your laptop.

the plane takes off and it’s a little while before mr. cameron calls you over.

“miss y/l/n, please come here.”

you glance to your left catching sight of mr. cameron leant back in his seat. the most relaxed you’d seen him. his shirt is slightly creased and his hair has begun to hang like curtains over his eyes. you sucked in a breath at the sight. you carefully stand, walking over.

rafe looks up at you, ditching his laptop to the small table in front of him. he offers his hand to the side, silently asking for you to take the seat beside him.

you sit, pulling your skirt down, and rafe’s eyes immediately dart toward your legs before looking back to your eyes. he had grown distracted the entire flight. you were a decent distance away but for some reason he could still hear your breathing. the way it hitched when the plane would hit a heavy gust of wind.

rafe could tell you were nervous. was it because this was your first time travelling on a business trip, or was because you sat alone with him?

either way rafe couldn’t help but pick some lint of the bottom of your skirt, awaiting what reaction you might give him.

your eyes slightly widen at the action, as you self consciously press your thighs together.

rafe catches this as he holds back a smirk. so, he did have an effect on you.

“sir?” you asked, raising your gaze to meet his. but mr. cameron is still staring at your legs, as his hand hand hovers over the arm rest between you. “mr. cameron?”

he finally meets your gaze and your shocked to see something other than drawn coldness.

“did you end up going on your little date?” mr. cameron asks.

you suck in a breath. “um, no sir, but why—”

mr. cameron doesn’t let you finish, cutting in. “so, your not anyone’s?”

his question has you confused. anyone’s? “i’m sorry, i don’t know what you mean, sir.”

the professional aura is slowly slipping the more rafe stares at you.

“are you interested in anyone, miss y/l/n?”

you blanch, eyes wide and breath caught. “what?”

“you seem close to some of my employees. mr. west, was it?”

you have no idea where mr. cameron is going with this.

“uh, he was one of my first friends when i joined the company…” you drift off, shuffling a little in your seat.

“i see.”

your brows stay furrowed. “mr. cameron why are you asking me this?”

“it’s never good to date someone you work with.” mr. cameron says, as he adjusts himself to see you better.

“i’ve heard some stories where it’s worked out.”

“well, i don’t particularly like when my employees are getting distracted at work.”

you shake your head. “if that’s what your worried about, then please, i only see mr. west as a friend. no distractions, sir.”

rafe nods. good.

you think he’s going to ask you to sit back in your previous seat when his hand grazes across your knee. you freeze, tension filling the air.

“s-sir?” you hate that you stuttered. christ, what was wrong with you?

mr. cameron continues to draw a slow, tantalising circle on your knee. “what are you—”

“i was gonna ask why you changed your lipstick.” mr. cameron finally speaks.

“my…lipstick?”

“before it was a lovely red.” he darts his eyes up to your lips, his finger drawing higher up your leg. “now, it’s pink.”

“i didn’t realise there was a makeup code.” you say, keeping down the shake in your voice.

“not normally, no. but i like the red on you more.” his voice has dropped to a whisper. and your thighs are clenched tight. shit.

you go to speak, but mr. cameron’s hand is now by your lips. he runs his thumb along your bottom lip, before doing the same on the top. your utterly frozen.

rafe is so close to you, that he can smell the flowery scent wafting off your hair. he had wiped your lips free of the pink, growing a little more satisfied.

but when he catches your gaze a new sense of hunger fills him.

“sir?”

he holds back a groan as you whisper formalities. he hasn’t moved back, your back plastered to your seat, as rafe nearly looms over you.

“mr. cameron—”

“rafe.” he says. “we’re alone, you can call me rafe.”

“i’m not sure if thats appropriate…mr. cameron.”

“and this is?” in response rafe runs his finger up to your thigh, veering slightly under your skirt.

you breath hitches. “none of this is really…professional, sir.”

“no, i don’t suppose it is.” rafe has grown even more distracted as he shifts in his seat, his hand sliding higher up your thigh and under your skirt.

“mr. cameron—”

“rafe.” he corrects.

“we shouldn’t…” you suck in a breath, as he tilts his head. “you said one shouldn’t date someone they work with.”

rafe smiles. “i did, but i said nothing on dating someone you work for.”

rafe’s hand is now dangerously close to your throbbing pussy. his other hand reaches up to grab your chin, making you meet his dark gaze. “you smell delicious, y/n.”

this was the first time your first name had fell from his lips, and god did it turn you on.

“we really shouldn’t…rafe.”

rafe’s eyes gleam at the fact that you said his first name, making the situation feel all the more intimate.

he then runs up and down your clothed pussy earning a whimper from you. “no one else is on this plane. it’s just us, y/n. no need to be so tense.”

your breathing stutters as he by passes your panties and runs his finger through your wetness. “oh, god—”

“mm, all wet for your boss.” rafe taunts. “i always thought you were so…innocent.”

he sinks a finger inside you, pumping in and out. “mr. c—”

rafe juts his fingers into you harshly, coping your mistake.

“rafe.” you moan as he smirks in approval, watching the way your collarbone and neck increased with sweat. he leans forward, capturing your lips in an intense kiss. built up from rafe’s holding back.

you moaned into his mouth, shameful and turned on. he then bites your lip, hard. and you yelp, as rafe watches a small trickle of blood fall over your lips. he grins. “now thats the colour i prefer.”

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[dconn537]

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[minimomoe]

Love Bites

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro (mafia au)

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

tags: Fluff, grumpy x sunshine, found family, a little angsty but nothing too bad, marriage proposal, established relationship, (last chapter only: kitchen sex, creampie, oral- fem receiving, other sexxy funtime stuff)

Chapter Two: Chimayo Chai

Much to your dismay Toji visited the shop at least once a week with the same order. He always wanted to eat two of everything and a new drink to try, a drink that you had to choose for him. Your routine was set to where you had his boxes already waiting for him by the time he came in. 

“Can I ask you a question?” Toji stops and stares down at you. You roll the ties of your apron around your fingers to try to calm yourself. 

“Why do you order so much? I mean, you come in every week, but you don’t strike me as someone who has a sweet tooth.”

Once again Toji didn’t respond right away but you were used to it by now. Toji seemed to talk more when he was annoyed, so him being quiet was actually a good sign. 

“I give them to my son and… coworkers.”

“You have a son?” you perk up. “I didn’t know you were married.”

“I’m not.”

You cringe at his response. You didn’t mean to bring up an unpleasant memory for him but you could never seem to talk to him normally. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I- Here’s your drink,” you sigh and hand him the latest fall drink on their menu, which is a Chimayo Chai. You hold the drink out and he takes it, lingering for a moment before speaking again. “He doesn’t like sweets either. My son.”

Your eyebrows knit together at his confession. “So it’s mainly just your coworkers who like sweets?”

Toji nods and finally takes the tea from over the counter. “They won’t shut up about them.”

“I love to hear that. I’ve been meaning to try more sugar and gluten free recipes. Maybe then you can enjoy them too.” You gave him a soft smile and the word “cute” flashed in Toji’s mind. He couldn’t even remember the last time he used that word willingly. “Oh, one more thing,” you say. “Next week on this day I won’t be here. The shop will be closed actually,” you mutter quietly. The words make Toji’s grip tighten around his cup and he waits for her to continue.

“It’s just for one day! I’m telling you because you always come in on Thursdays so I wanted to give you a heads up. I’ll close earlier on Wednesday but Friday will be open during normal store hours,” you smile and push your glasses up. 

“Why?”

You were hoping he wouldn’t ask that question. You really didn’t want to lie to him, but at the same time you didn’t have any idea who this man was, even if your interest in him piqued every time he walked in with his tieless suit and emotionless face. 

“I’m… visiting family,” you acquiesce. 

“For only a day?”

“Yes, that’s all I need.” 

Thankfully another customer broke their conversation with an announcement of their own. “Hey you, feeling old yet?” You smile at your tall friend who reaches over the counter to give you a tight hug. 

“My birthday’s next week, jackass. How have you been, Rina?” 

“Now I have to be more creative with my learning plans to keep the kids focused on their school work,” Rina dramatically sighs and her eyes trails over to the man she brushed past to say hello to you and her eyes widens.

“Oh Mr. Fushiguro! Funny seeing you here!”

“You know him, Rina?” This was getting ridiculous. How could an elementary teacher know a man like Toji?

“I teach his son, Megumi. He’s an absolute sweetheart. Quiet, but smart. He also loves all things related to frogs. Did I interrupt your conversation?”

“No, not at all. I’m sure Mr. Toji has other things to attend to. I’ll see you next week? Or maybe not, but soon?” 

“What drink is this again?” Toji looks down into the cup. 

“Chimayo Chai. You’re the first person I’ve made it for so far since it’s new on the menu,” you beam. “Let me know what you think when I see you again, okay?”

Toji nods and leaves without another word and Rina slowly turns to you with a smile pulling at her lips. 

“He’s single you know.”

“Rina.”

“And quite a catch. He shows up to all of Megumi’s events and the other PTA moms drool over him from a distance.” 

“Rina…”

“I wasn’t joking about Megumi. He doesn’t smile often but he is one of the kindest kids in the class. He’s like a tiny adult. I think you’d like him.”

“Stop that! I barely know the man. I just—“

“You just add new items on the menu in the middle of the season for him to be the first one to try it. No big deal,” Rina smirks and pops a piece of a muffin that she grabbed off of a rack into her mouth.

“Shut up. And I'm charging you for that.”

“Yeah yeah. Anyway, be sure to get ready for the school’s fall festival. Who knows, maybe Mr. Fushiguro will be there too.”

Chapters: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI.

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Neighbors II

Read the first part here: Neighbors I

(At least two more parts after this one, I think!)

Harry could feel his cheeks warming at her assessment because even though his mum and Gemma told him he was a lovely human being, they were his family. They adored him because he was lovely but they would have thought that anyway. There was no greater praise than hearing it from the mouth of a pure angel.

It was Friday. Which meant the three of them were supposed to be in her living room watching one of Rory’s movies and eating pizza. But instead, Harry was looking at the house across the road wishing he could see through the walls more than ever. Did she miss him? Did Rory ask about him? He had no business of being missed or asked about. But Harry was so invested in their lives. Rory was arguably his best friend. He told him just about everything and was happy to teach him all the things he needed to know to be a little man. And then her...

Well, Harry had never missed a woman before like this.

It was different though; he couldn’t just ask about her. She had a child and that was her priority—Harry knew that. But something was off, and he didn’t know what he did but all he wanted was to mend the issue.

So, he watched their house from his window hoping for an answer to float across the way.

Rory was watching the TV quietly nibbling at his pizza while she watched the sweet boy giggle at the funny parts even though it was unbearably quiet in comparison to when Harry was here for pizza on Fridays. She thought back to the time Rory invited Harry the first time.

“Mumma, can we have pizza with Harry?” Rory asked. It was a sudden question. The little one looking at Harry on his front porch reading a book and sipping some iced tea in the middle of the summer. She bit her lip. There hadn’t been a single day that week where she wasn’t asking Harry for something.

On Monday he hurried to her car when he saw her pull in from the grocery store while he was at the mailbox getting his mail. Tuesday morning brought in a rainstorm and dropped a sizeable branch in the middle of her yard that needed to be removed ASAP before the kids could play in the yard on Wednesday. It was the very next morning the sound of her scream sent Harry flying across the street knocking anxiously at her door wondering what was harming her. “I’m sorry, I know this is stupid, but there is a frog that snuck in the house.”

“Mommy doesn’t like frogs,” Rory giggled cutely from behind her leg and biting her lip impishly. The relief Harry felt that she and Rory were unharmed was immeasurable. Chuckling to himself (and to Rory) he coaxed the little creature out with the help of Rory while she stayed in a different room waiting for her nightmare to be over.

“My heroes,” she said kissing Rory on the cheek when he came running to tell her they thwarted the frog.

Harry wished she would kiss him on the cheek.

Of course, Harry took his duty seriously watching Rory that Thursday evening as well. Which meant by Friday, when Harry had a long week of working and doing whatever he did to help her out every single day this week, it seemed unfair of her to ask him to hang out again. Surely on a Friday night, in the middle of a beautiful summer, Harry would have better plans than hanging out with a four-year-old and his mom eating pizza.

“I don’t know, baby. I think Harry might need some space from us.”

“Harry said he loves playing with me,” Rory pouted.

She frowned. “Well of course he does, baby. But...Harry has other friends he might want to play with,” she told him. Rory was always a good listener. He did exactly as he was told from the moment he was born.

But this was the first time he ignored his mom in favor of asking for his neighbor.

“Harry!” He shouted loudly from the porch and took off from their little porch.

“Rory James,” she scolded. She remembered the first time she used Rory’s full name in front of Harry and how sad Rory looked. It was nothing to him now, the feisty little boy took it in stride and raced away from his mom.

Harry gave a wave at his name and Rory took off for the road before she could say otherwise. “Look both ways,” she called at the same time Harry did. It made her melt a little to know Harry cared about her son’s well-being as much as she did. (And Rory did look both ways, because he was a very good listener for a four-year-old.)

Harry hurried off his porch to meet Rory in the yard—she was still close behind but at a leisurely pace. Harry got the sense she didn’t want to be a bother (as if that was possible). He wondered what Rory was so up in arms about. He crouched in front of the breathless little one. He heaved his little lungs.

“Do you want to have pizza with us?” He asked excitedly. “Mommy said you need space from us,” he told him. “But I tolded her that you love playing with me.”

She sighed and smirked, slightly annoyed at her little boy for telling the whole truth. “Uh...” Harry chuckled. “Rory, I don’t—”

“You are always welcome over, Harry,” she said softly. “We are getting pizza if you want to come over. I just told Rory you might have plans already.”

If Harry did have plans, he would have cancelled them to hang out with his two neighbors; nothing sounded better than being with his beautiful neighbor and the adorable boy for the evening. “I do like pizza,” he winked at Rory.

“Can we finish our game?” He asked grabbing Harry by the hand and tugging him back toward his house. “Can we show Mumma?”

“Sure lad, we can show Mummy,” he smiled at the sweet girl. “Hi, beautiful,” he greeted finally.

She looked at Rory nervously and Harry swore her face warmed at his greeting. No one had ever greeted her like that in her life. It made her stomach flutter and she turned on her heel letting the boys follow behind her.

Harry missed having pizza on Fridays with them. Since she stopped talking to Harry the days felt endless. He couldn’t focus on anything. His clients probably noticed how differently he’d been acting since the onset of the silent treatment.

As important as it was to mend the relationship between himself and her, Harry really hoped Rory knew it had nothing to do with him and Harry wasn’t abandoning him. But for those two Thursdays that passed, it was breaking Harry’s heart to be without his little best friend.

*

“Mumma, can we have a fire?” Rory asked. “Maybe Harry has s’more stuff.”

She knew there would be no avoiding Harry if they had a fire out front. Sure, they could have it out back, but then it would be obvious from the smell and the smoke that she was hiding from Harry. “Not today, baby,” she said softly. “We’ve gotta go soon,” she reminded him.

Rory sighed heavily. He didn’t want to go. He wanted to have s’mores like that first day he learned about them back when he was too young to remember the day but knew what happened because there had been so many days he had s’mores after that first one.

Harry was finishing his run just before the sun fully set when he saw a flurry of bubbles floating through the air. At first, he thought he wasn’t getting enough oxygen to his brain due to his run and his vision was going right before the point of fainting. He slowed to a jog and turned his music down. As he rounded the corner of the street, he followed the trail of them to Rory and the pretty girl in their yard. “Rory, this is not something we can play around, do you understand?” She asked. He nodded obediently, sitting in his little lawn chair beside the small fire she had started making the entire neighborhood smell like a candle. It was so homey and lovely. Harry loved living across the street from them—loved being part of the neighborhood that had the beautiful girl and sweet boy.

“Can I blow bubbles still?” He asked.

“Yes, baby,” she smiled and tended to the little fire pit she had set up. Her eye caught Harry’s and she gave a small wave. Rory caught it and waved excitedly at him.

“Hi Harry! Come here!” He shouted, waving his hand over to him hurriedly. Harry sauntered over, admiring once more how she gave this sweet boy everything she possibly could and then some.

“Are y’having a s’more party?” Harry asked.

“S’more what?” Rory asked curiously. Harry laughed at his misworded question.

“You remember s’mores, Rory,” she giggled as she went over to her car and Harry knelt beside the little one while he blew bubbles. Harry knew she was only meters away at most from him, but Harry would jump into the fire for that little boy...and her. She pulled another chair from the boot of her car and Harry felt stupid not realizing she was being kind to give Harry a seat. He hurried quickly to take hold of the chair from her and brought it to Rory’s side while she closed her car back up. “We had them at Auntie’s cookout, with the marshmallows and chocolate. Auntie likes them burnt, remember?” She wrinkled her nose in distaste.

“Oh!” He said suddenly then turned to Harry blowing more bubbles. “Mumma doesn’t like them burnt. She likes them golden brown.”

“My kinda marshmallow,” Harry winked at him.

“Can we have s’mores Mumma?” Rory asked.

She frowned briefly. “I don’t think we have the stuff for s’mores, baby, but we can go to the store tomorrow and—”

“I think I might have ‘em, hold on,” Harry said and darted across the street. Harry thought nothing of it but to her it meant the world.

“I like Harry,” Rory said to his mom blowing more bubbles.

“I do too,” she answered.

“Do you want to blow some bubbles?” Rory asked her so inquisitively it melted her whole body, and she didn’t know how to love anyone as much as she loved this adorable little boy.

“I’m okay right now,” she smiled at him.

But then Harry returned carrying s’mores sticks, a box of graham crackers, chocolate, and marshmallows and she thought she spontaneously grew a second heart just to fit Harry in the space of her chest that she would only ever have for Rory once he was born.

“Harry, do you want to blow some bubbles? Can you show Mumma the really big bubble?” Rory asked excitedly holding the wand out to him.

“Rory, baby, he brought over a treat for you, give him a moment, yeah?”

“Sorry,” he smiled excitedly.

Harry snorted with a grin. Handing the s’mores ingredients to her, he took the wand from Rory and looked at her as she opened up the graham cracker box. “S’my one party trick,” he told her.

“I see,” she smiled. “I’ve heard all about it.”

Harry took a deep breath and blew a sizeable bubble for sure; one that had Rory in awe once more. “Isn’t that cool Mumma?”

“Very cool. You’ll have to ask Harry to show you how to do it,” she winked at Harry.

“Mumma’s good at blowing too,” Rory nodded at Harry knowingly.

Harry had the biggest grin on his face as he pressed his hand over his mouth to keep it under wraps. “Jesus,” she muttered under her breath and pinched the bridge of her nose pausing her opening of the supplies. Harry snickered.

“Blowing bubbles is a good skill,” Harry said ignoring Rory’s unknown innuendo once more but couldn’t help but think about it anyway, he sent a wink in her direction, and she rolled her eyes. Kids say the darndest things and all that.

“How come you have s’mores supplies?” She asked curiously diverting drastically from Rory’s mishap.

“S’summer,” he shrugged. “Y’have t’be prepared for s’mores,” he said.

“A regular boy scout you are, Harry,” she smiled.

Harry wondered if she would even ask if she needed something now. Or if she had to be prepared for everything. He knew it was only two or so weeks and it wasn’t as if her house was going to suddenly catch fire. But after two years of seeing his neighbors just about every day, he wished he could just ask what went wrong and how he could fix it. All he wanted was to be there for the two of them.

But really, he wanted to be there for her. She was always there for everyone else. She didn’t have a choice and Harry knew it because of the fact she was a mom, a babysitter, a hard worker but most importantly herself. There wasn’t a world in which she wouldn’t give someone a piece of her if they asked politely.

With all the time Harry spent across the street he wanted nothing more than to be the person she was for everyone else. The one she could depend on for anything. It broke his heart to know she was trying to do it all on her own and gave up on Harry after so long. And really, he did know it wasn’t all that long of a time. But for a five-year-old (and Harry) it felt like a lifetime.

*

“Rory, Harry’s driveway and back,” she said.

Harry had truly gone above and beyond for them today. Rory’s bike had seen better days and she decided it was time Rory got a new one (especially with his new growth spurt). This one had its training wheels still intact and so not only did Harry go to the store to help him pick out a bike (and nearly tried paying for it when she wasn’t looking), but Harry also strapped it to her car safely, and found the tools to remove the training wheels and fix the seat. He didn’t even mind when Rory insisted he help despite it making it an unnecessarily challenging and lengthy process. Once the wheels were off though, there was no stopping Rory. It was agreed that as long as he had his helmet on Rory could ride the little path between their houses.

“Thank you,” she said so gratefully. She always sounded grateful, but it made Harry’s chest warm over. He didn’t need the heartfelt thank you, he would have done it anyway. Her kindness just made him happier.

“Of course, beautiful. Anything for you guys,” he smiled at her sweetly and reached out to give her arm a squeeze. It sent a tingling sensation all the way through her veins and Harry wondered if she ever felt electricity like the way he just felt it. “M’jus’ gonna put this away,” he said nodding toward her backyard. While putting the forgotten wheels and tools back in her shed, Rory came racing back nearly breathless.

“There’s people at your house!” Rory said excitedly. “They like my bike!”

Harry tilted his head curiously. He wasn’t expecting visitors, but he was glad they liked Rory’s bike, nonetheless. He snagged Rory off the ground and placed him on his hip. “Well, they must be good company. Let’s go see ‘em,” he grinned and Rory nodded.

Harry pushed the gate back to the front of the house open and he smiled. “Ah...” he hummed. “Well isn’t this a surprise,” he called. The three women turned to the sound of his voice and Anne and Gemma waved to the two boys.

“Who are they?” Rory asked.

“That’s my mum and sister,” he whispered to Rory, but he was sure they could hear.

“Oh,” he said. “I didn’t know you had a mom too,” he said.

“Sure do,” he smiled and set Rory back down on his own feet. The sweet girl was just ending her sentence that sounded like an introduction that melted into telling his family how much she loved having him as a neighbor. Harry could feel his cheeks warming at her assessment because even though his mum and Gemma told him he was a lovely human being, they were his family. They adored him because he was lovely but they would have thought that anyway. There was no greater praise than hearing it from the mouth of a pure angel.

“Is this Rory?” Anne asked.

“It certainly is,” she smiled.

“Well, hi Rory,” Gemma said crouching down in front of him. “Harry’s told us so much about you! Thanks for playing with him all the time!”

“Say hi,” she encouraged the little one. “That’s Harry’s sister. Like me and Auntie,” she winked at Rory when he shyly hid behind her leg. Rory knelt beside her leg as well.

“This is Gemma,” Harry said. “And my mum,” he gestured. She waved back.

“Mummy was just showing us your new bike,” Anne said.

Rory nodded. “I can ride it all by myself,” he said proudly.

“No way!” Gemma said in surprise. “You must be ten years old!”

He giggled and shook his head. “No m’five!” He said holding his hand up.

“FIVE?!” Gemma gasped dramatically. “Oh my goodness, you look so much older,” she nodded knowingly. The pride on Rory’s face continued.

“Do you want to show us how you ride?” Anne asked.

“Harry helped teached me,” he nodded and gathered the bike up to standing so he could show it off.

“Harry taught you,” she said sweetly nodding. “Harry does a lot of teaching around here,” her voice was full of admiration, but Harry was busy helping Rory in the middle of the road. He smiled back at all the ladies in his life.

“She’s stunning, Harry,” Gemma said to her brother while his mum stood by with the girl in the yard. Rory was zooming back and forth between the driveways while the siblings stood in the middle of the road. Harry felt a smug proudness and he smiled shyly, nodding at his sister’s words.

“She’s amazing, Gem,” he hummed quietly, the admiration was so thick in his voice and there wasn’t a reason he should be so enamored in that moment, but he was. Gemma smiled at her brother who only had eyes for the girl chatting with their mother.

“I really love that,” she said giving his arm a squeeze.

*

After Gemma and Anne left, Rory was quite tired from all the excitement of meeting new people. With a sweaty little helmet head, she turned the water on in the bathtub to a warm temperature. “Go pick out some jammies,” she said sitting on the tub edge.

Rory nodded and rubbed his fist against his eye getting tired by the moment. “Mumma? I like Harry,” he said from the hallway.

Smiling, she nodded. “I like him too,” she said softly.

“Is Harry going to be my dad? Will we move across the street?” He asked with a giant yawn.

The questions were so innocent. Harry had been in their lives for two years and a few months. Every day they saw him made her heart flutter as if it were that first day he pulled into his drive and came over to introduce himself to Rory. There were so many times he made her life feel so complete—helping Rory learn and being there for him when she couldn’t answer his questions made her long for something she didn’t think was possible after Rory was born.

How many nights had been spent praying for someone that would love her and Rory so much? How did she get so lucky to meet Harry? How many times had she thought about living with her neighbor since she met him?

But somehow it twisted and spiraled into awful thoughts when Rory asked it.

The questions and prayers she used to beg to be asked and answered devolved into horrible what-if questions that couldn’t leave her mind.

What if he finds someone else? Someone that doesn’t have a son... What if he gets a new job and leaves? What if he gets a girlfriend? What if we do date and then it changes everything? What if he doesn’t like me anymore?

Why would he want to be in a relationship with someone that has a son?

“Oh...oh Rory,” she whispered softly. “I...I don’t think,” she felt the pain of saying Harry wouldn’t be his dad in every part of her body. She could feel it stabbing like thousands of tiny needles on her tongue. It made her feel sick. “Harry isn’t...” she shook her head and sighed prepared to break Rory’s little heart. “Rory, I’m sorry, baby,” she started.

And her own.

[wizardraziw]

Hello, students!

It has been some time hasn't it? Well, I come to you to a small lesson. Today we will be learning about innate magic. You may find that your magic differs from others, even if you are in the same classes and magic group. Well, here could be an explanation as to why...

If you are born...

On a Monday:

Mondays are the tough beginnings. You are born stronger and more resilient than others. You may find that your body is more durable to your magic, and you can recover faster than others from fatigue and can be back in the battle within hours.

On a Tuesday:

Tuesdays are an insightful day to peer into the rest of the week. You are born more perceptive than others. You may find that your mind is naturally perceptive to magic. You can vaguely sense magic types from other users, but it gets a bit confusing with multiple mages in an area.

On a Wednesday:

Wednesdays are the the quietest day of the week. They are in the background and often forgotten. You are born more cloaked than others. You can blend in the background and hide your aura from others naturally. You may find yourself being more observant, seeing things that others may not whilst under the cover of secrecy.

On a Thursday:

Thursdays are the days of promise and hopefulness. They are sanguine and opportunistic. Your magic is a bit more wild than others, but it can lead to promising situations with unexpected power. Your body is more adaptive to controlling your wild magic.

On a Friday:

Fridays are the days of relief. They feel revitalizing. Your magic is naturally explosive and powerful in short bursts. Your body is more capable of storing up magic energy to release all at once in a powerful blast. It may take time to charge up, but if timed correctly it can be very useful.

On a Saturday:

Saturday are the days of tranquility. Your magic is naturally fluid and talented. You have a better grasp over your magic and can find ease with understanding other magic types. When using a magic item, your magic is more concentrated and skillful than others. You also may find that outside magic is naturally drawn to you like a beacon, good or bad.

On a Sunday:

Sundays are the days of persistence and preparedness. Your magic sometimes has a mind of its own, making it harder for others to surprise you. Your magic may do things subconsciously, doing tasks for you before you think to do them. It is useful, but unpredictable.

Well, this concludes today's lesson! Good luck students. And um...the magic infirmary is on the second floor if you need it...haha...

[xaviers-student-union]

Xavier Student paper: Issue #1

Beloved Xaviers professor returns from Alaskan Sabbatical.

As of this Wednesday, Professor Summers [A.K.A Cylcops] has returned from Alaska where he took his impromptu sabbatical. We'd like to ask that everyone welcome him back, and treat him kindly! Professor summers does a lot of work to keep us all safe and healthy afterall.

And a big round of applause to the other staff members for keeping everything in order until his return! Well done! We didn't know you had it in you!

Extraterrestrial Cultural Exchange Club holding an event

Next weekend, the ECEC will be hosting an event in their club room; which is the larger meeting room off of the library. This event will be about educating on and sharing the culture of several alien cultures that have made contact with earth.

Featuring three food stalls, a few crafts stalls and even some rare alien artefacts that were legally acquired. They have assured us these products were all acquired legally. So. We'll see.

Strange man seen sneaking into the institute- oh wait never-mind it's just Magneto. [Again]

The XSU have recieved multiple reports, and photographic evidence of Magneto sneaking his way into the institute in order to play chess with our very own professor Charles Francis Xavier.

While this in itself is a harmless act, we'd like to remind everyone that Magneto is in fact a terrorist! And thus, to compensate Professor X should buy us all ice cream! At least. That's what I think

Study groups meeting again

With the school year starting back up in full swing, our study groups are once again meeting. If you're interested in signing up for a particular group, then the student lounge should have the listed times and clubroom to go to.

Please make sure that you attend the right room at the right time. Unlike Deanne who spent 3 hours in the Economics study group, before she realised it wasn't Biology. Lmao.

Rumours of a pizza party spread

According to Semi-reliable sources, everyone's favourite ...unofficial? Official? Counselor Nod and everyone's favourite Alien postman Pyxis are going to be throwing a pizza party for us!

I hope this isn't just a rumour because omg I want Pizza. I've had nothing but soup and tea for like. A week. Oh wait. I guess the newspaper shouldn't be...a stream of thought.

Meh. That's a problem for future molly.

[ @totally-not-a-mutant , @pyxis-deliveryservices ]

Weekly Recap:

Monday: Aranza was seen talking with villian Sabertooth. And giving him an origami frog. Unsure on if this is a friendship in the making...or if she's just nice to everyone.

Tuesday: I don't remember I was asleep

Wednesday: Campuses resident [homeless???] Vigilante found...three cats. [ @reapers-graveyard ]

Thursday: I forgot : (

Friday: Molly was officially cleared from bedrest, and will be resuming activity as the president of the XSU

Crossword:

Author: Molly

[clash-of-the-wizards]

WELCOME TO THE 2024 CLASH OF THE WIZARDS!

Thats right! Mod Hermann got her shit together finallyt!

This year, we shall pit against each other 64 fictional magic users (double what we had last year!) in an attempt to see who the ultimate witch, wizard, mage, or caster is! Our winner last year was the lovely Eda Clawthorne from The Owl House (who will, from this moment on, be my profile picture until the new crown is distributed!), and today and for the next week and a half we will see who will take her crown!

Polls will be released daily at 6 pm est, with a day's break between each round (so, if a poll ends on saturday, the next round won't be up until 6 on sunday, and so on)

But you're not here for the semantics! So, ROLL OUT THE COMPETITORS!

YOUR COMPETITORS THIS YEAR ARE!

Khadgar - World of Warcraft M Rasmodius/The Wizard - Stardew Valley Jadis/The White Witch - Chronicles of Narnia Tara Maclay - Buffy the Vampire Slayer Robin - Fire Emblem Eggplant Wizard - Kid Icarus Rincewind - Discworld Harry Dresden - The Dresden Files Jafar - Aladdin Dr Facilier - The Princess and The Frog Nico Minoru - Marvel's Runaways John Constantine - DC Comics Harrison - Camp Camp Simon Snow - Carry On Cookie Jarvis - Cookie Crisp Cereal Magical Trevor - Mr Weebl Ice King - Adventure Time Merasmus - Team Fortress 2 Schmendrick - The Last Unicorn Starlight Glimmer - My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Wizardmon - Digimon Bloom Peters - Winx Club Basil Hawkins - One Piece Raelle Collar - Motherland: Fort Salem Gale of Waterdeep - Baldur's Gate 3 Strahd von Zarovich - Curse of Strahd Yennefer of Vengerberg - The Witcher Harrowhark Nonagesimus - The Locked Tomb Marcia Overstrand - Septimus Hemp Sunny Nwazue - Akata Witch Maleficent - Sleeping Beauty Gandalf - Lord of the Rings Corpse God - Dead Mount Death Play Alice - Bibliomania Howl Pendragon - Howl's Moving Castle Wizard Animal - Wizardisananimal on tumblr Vaarsuvius - Order of the Stick Usidore the Blue - Hello From the Magic Tavern Asra Alnazar - The Arcana Pluto - The Library of Ruina Rasputin - Anastasia Dreisang - Octopath Traveler Hamid Saleh Haroun al Tahan - Rusty Quill Gaming Hiserdoux Casperan - Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia Taako Taaco - The Adventure Zone: Balance Adaine Abernant - Dimension 20: Fantasy High Benjamin Thackerey - Widdershins Mah Yun - Sword Interval Donald Duck - Kingdom Hearts Vivi Orniter - Final Fantasy IX Moiraine Damodred - The Wheel of Time Raistlin Majere - Dragonlance Cedric - Sofia the First Kamek - Super Mario The Green Mage - Everhood Leif - Bug Fables Eridan Ampora - Homestuck Himiko Yumeno - Danganronpa V3 Galinda Upland - Wicked Merlin - Merlin (BBC) Archmage of Mampang - Sorcery! Noita - Noita Wei Wuxian - The Untamed Qifrey - Witch Hat Atelier SCHEDULE (SUBJECT TO CHANGE AS MOD HERMANN APPROACHES FINALS)

Friday, May 3 -- Round 1 side A Saturday, May 4 -- Round 1 side B Monday, May 6 -- Round 2 side A Tuesday, May 7 -- Round 2 side B Thursday, May 9 -- Round 3 Saturday, May 11 -- Round 4 Monday, May 13 -- Round 5 Wednesday, May 15 -- FINALS!!! (THIS POLL WILL BE OPEN FOR ONE WEEK!) Thursday, May 23 -- WINNER IS ANNOUNCED!

[nsfwitchy2]

Can’t wait for my “interesting things that happened this week” section of my planner to say, “On Thursday me and my mom saw a green heron. On Friday I saw a tiny frog the size of a fly. On Saturday someone tried to assassinated Donald Trump.”

[spadesolace]

love you twice: new jeans

synopsis: it had been almost 2 years since their breakup, haerin and yn had met new people, become newer versions of themselves. the same feelings still linger.

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It had been almost 2 years since the best friends had decided to remain friends.

8 months into the break up, YN had already started dating someone new that she was classmates with the year before, Yoo Eunji. At first glance, clearly Eunji had the personality for anyone to fall for her, it was a bonus that she was attractive (according to YN). When asked about their relationship, people assumed that YN made the first move, only to be surprised that Eunji had liked YN for quite some time. This did not go unnoticed to Haerin, she watched her best friend who always had time for her on the weekends slowly spend it with her girlfriend.

“YN, wanna go to the arcade this weekend?” Haerin was hoping you haven’t made plans. She misses her best friend more than anything but it was as if she was slowly drifting away.

“Sorry, Hae. Eunji already asked me to go to the cinema this weekend. How about next week?”

YN kept her word, if she missed out on a hangout with Haerin, she’ll spend it the following weekend. She shouldn’t feel butterflies in her stomach for when her best friend would come over and spend her time with her. She shouldn’t be jealous of Eunji for calling you “hers”, most definitely not. Haerin was left in the state of confusion, clearly YN still knew the way to her heart yet it wasn’t intentional, YN now viewed Haerin as her childhood best friend who was born on the same day but an hour earlier than her, the same girl who had confessed under the cherry blossoms, and the very same person who took her first kiss.

“Haerin, if you’re so bothered with YN having a girlfriend, why not try dating as well?” Danielle was always willing to listen to Haerin rant about YN whenever she would say no to a hangout or if Eunji really wanted to go on a date with her girlfriend. Until that time, nobody knew of their past.

“I don’t know, Dani… YN still tries her best to spend some time with me.”

“There’s a guy in my class that’s been asking me to introduce you, why not start with that?”

That was the start of how Kim Minwon, part of the baseball club, had the looks yet the personality was a bit questionable. Lee YN sure noticed how the boy did not understand the concept of personal space when he was with Haerin, hand around her waist, leaving no space at all. YN shouldn’t feel rage, sadness, and wanting to punch his face when she has Eunji. She shouldn’t feel butterflies in her stomach if Haerin ditches him for her, definitely unacceptable when she has a girlfriend of 4 months.

Haerin let him court her, some feelings were already being developed and she had finally seen YN as her best friend. It took him 3 months only for him to ask the question and Haerin agreeing. The pair was happy for each other in the public eye. If they could put their past relationship behind and move on, that means they could remain best friends. Slowly, the feeling of jealousy and butterflies was bottled up, keeping up the front that they’re only best friends. Going on double dates and yet at the end of each date, they’re together in the comfort of Haerin’s bed, watching a documentary about sharks or frogs, laying down with no space in between. We’re best friends, this is fine.

“Hae, you got any plans after class?” Usually on Tuesdays, Haerin was free, YN was sure of this, because Minwon has practice every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. What threw her off was Eunji answering for Haerin. She likes her girlfriend but it was getting on her nerves how she would try her best to not let you spend your free time with Haerin.

Yes, Eunji has been her girlfriend for almost two years, but Haerin has always been the top priority (with Hyein). All she could do is agree and go on the impromptu date with Eunji, everyone in the group knew there was something going on between YN and Eunji behind closed doors. Asides from being called the power couple, YN being one of the active students in their Science club and running for student council president, while Eunji was a well-known ballerina and straight-A student; something was off.

“Alright, where do you wanna go?” Eunji always picks where and what their date is, if a certain place holds a core memory with Haerin, YN would immediately suggest something else. One time, Eunji wanted to go on an arcade date where YN and Haerin frequently go to, she had suggested a different arcade that was a bit smaller but was still good.

“Dog cafe? I wanna see the corgis again.” There was an unspoken rule about cats between the pair; never mention them especially when YN would space out and look at one siamese cat that looked like Haerin. It was never mentioned why she looked so lost looking at the feline, Eunji assumed she was afraid of cats.

“Come on, if we go now we can catch them before supper.” 

Eunji loves holding YN’s hand, it was soft, smooth, and it was the perfect size despite being bigger than hers. She loved the way YN would tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and shyly look away if they made eye contact. Eunji had fallen so deep for YN that even when she clearly sees that YN doesn’t see her the same way as when they started dating, she stayed.

After their first year of being together, Eunji watched as YN slowly drifted her attention back to Haerin, she understood that she was a close family friend, nothing wrong with that. Even when Hyein had admitted to her that she does not feel any sort of connection with her, she didn’t mind. The Lee sisters were close with Haerin, no one could take that spot, it was made aware to her when she was having dinner with the Lee family and Haerin came over as her parents were out of town. Eunji was going to sleepover and there was no spare bedroom as YN’s grandparents were in town to visit the sisters. Hyein was not that comfortable to share a bed with Haerin, so she agreed to go home that night. YN walked her home, held her hand, talked on the way to her house, kissed her good night and thanked her for understanding. Eunji watched as YN walked back home in the dark, hands in her pocket, earphones plugged right away… slowly drifting away. Haerin had taken her spot.

Eunji knew that there was little to no space for her in YN’s heart.

“Look, the corgis just finished their bath. They smell so nice.” Eunji watched her girlfriend play with the dogs, a huge smile on her face as one of them sat on her lap. She missed seeing her like this, carefree and all attention on her. Her lemonade nearly finished along with her dark chocolate chip cookie, where was this version of YN hiding? Somehow she was happier despite her cancelling her supposed plans with Haerin to spend it with her. Nothing made sense anymore, it was as if one day YN wouldn’t care that much and spend her time with Haerin and the following was that she’ll be following Eunji like a lost puppy.

“YN, babe.” The girl hummed as a response, still petting the dog on her lap. “If I asked you to choose between me and Haerin, who would you choose?”

Almost two years of being together, Eunji never asked that. YN assumed that she knew that Haerin has been her top priority along with Hyein, that the comfort of her sister and best friend is what matters. She also knows it's wrong to put Eunji last, second could have been fine but last between the three people she cares for, says a lot.

“What makes you ask that?” YN knows and understands completely why Eunji asked that, she has imagined this scenario multiple times, overthinking and overanalyzing everything. Feelings have been bottled up for so long, she knew she’ll slip someday, she didn’t expect it to be today.

“Your priorities… somehow you put Haerin first almost every single time.”

“She’s my best friend. I see her as family.” Not a complete lie, but YN knew that, Eunji as well.

“Be completely honest with me, YN. When you told me you had an ex, was it her?” Was there a point in lying when her facial expression screams guilty. Eunji finally caught up.

“No.” Haerin was still YN’s number one priority, it was a promise that neither one of them would snitch or admit they were exes. It was between the pair and Hyein.

“YN… to be completely honest, I don’t believe you.” Who would? I clearly lied straight to your face. Haerin is my ex, my first love, I’ll choose her. Why bother asking me this, Eunji?

“Eunji… if you’re jealous of Haerin-”

“I am… it hurts to watch my own girlfriend put her best friend first over me. Be honest, just this once. Was she your ex?”

I want to lie. I don’t need you to know that.

“Haerin is dating Minwon, she’s into guys.”

“We’re not getting anywhere with you deflecting my question.” Eunji, please stop. The last thing I want right now is for you to be hurt.

“It’s between me and her, YN. I can’t always be the second option, the last choice.” Eunji was right, she’s the girlfriend, the first priority should be her and not Haerin. Deep inside, YN wants to lie, she wants to properly love Eunji but how could she?

Eunji isn’t the quiet girl who would always sit next to her. She wasn’t the cat-like girl who had a fascination with frogs and cats. Clearly, she wasn’t the girl who is a part of the dance club and could dance as if her life depended on it. Eunji wasn’t Haerin. She can never be Haerin, and it pains her to admit the truth.

“I’m sorry… it’s just-”

“Haerin is your first love. I understand, although it pains me to say this.” Eyes glossy, trying not to cry, voice hoarse as she tries not to look at YN who had a saddened expression.

“I’m letting you go. I do hope you make a move rather than waiting for a miracle to happen.”

“I’m sorry… and thank you.”

YN walked Eunji back home, holding her hand, it was quiet compared to when she first walked her now ex-girlfriend home. Once they reached the gate, one last kiss; a kiss goodbye mixed with guilt and gratitude. If her heart wasn’t occupied, she would have properly loved Yoo Eunji.

I guess it's time for a new me. A better me… for Kang Haerin.