#waltzing eatery

[jichulichu]

woe, iterator oc be upon ye

[aikastales]

i’m drunk, i love you (jk)

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: with only a day before graduation, you make a promise that you will not only graduate from university, but also from your feelings for your best friend of seven years, jeon jungkook.

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: film student!jungkook x med tech student!fem!oc (named sola)

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾𝗌: heavy angst, unrequited love, jungkook as an isko agenda, set in the ph 🇵🇭

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: this story is fiction. it does not represent the members of bangtan or any of the idols here in real life. all resemblance to real life characters, institutions, associations, places, events, among others are either purely coincidence or depicted in a fictitious manner only. there’s really no warnings for this story other than it’s a self-indulgent fic to get me back to writing. the smut isn’t that severe. just kissing, nipple sucking, and grinding. this is based on the film, i’m drunk i love you, which i highly recommend you watch. i didn’t alter much of the plot & scenes bc i think they’re already great as it is, but i did tweak a bit here and there. i hope you enjoy! let me know what you think by reblogging/commenting. ♡

𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 5,784

You were never quite the believer in love at first sight, but what you felt that night was the closest thing to that feeling. 

He was one of the freshmen performers during your orientation, singing Adam Levine’s Lost Stars. Like the entire audience, you were captivated by his heavenly vocals and charisma as he performed on stage with an acoustic guitar one of the seniors lent him. Not only that, Jeon Jungkook wasn’t bad looking either—quite the opposite, really. 

However, after the orientation, you didn’t get to see much of the dark-haired handsome boy. You were studying at UP, the biggest state university in the country, and so your paths were bound not to cross. Until, your older cousin, who was a senior at that time, invited you to eat dinner with him and a couple of his buddies after seeing you strolling around campus alone. When you arrived at the eatery, you not only saw your cousin Yoongi’s friends—Yijeong and Woosung—you also spotted the boy who hadn’t left your mind since you saw him over four months ago at that time. 

You sat across from him and you tried your best not to freak out as Yoongi introduced the both of you. Apparently, he had already known Jungkook because he was the younger stepbrother of his other friend, Namjoon. During the course of your dinner, you and Jungkook didn’t really talk much. But you would muster up the courage to ask him some basic questions such as his program, why he went to UP, if he joined any orgs yet, etcetera. Jungkook was polite enough to answer your inquiries. 

He was a Film major. He went to UP because everyone in his family went to UP so it was the most obvious choice for him and he was a member of the Film society. In return, Jungkook asked the same set of questions. You were a pre-med student, Medical Technology, to be exact, and you went to UP because it was your dream school. You were also a member of the College of Arts and Sciences’ student council. 

After your meal was finished, Yoongi entrusted your care to Jungkook as they were going to meet up with some of their friends and you were both living at campus dormitories anyway. So, you hopped into his old army green Toyota Rav4 and needless to say, the ride back to UP was awkward. So, to get rid of the awkward silence, you asked if you could play some music. He said sure and handed you the aux cord already connected to his stereo. Once you had the other end connected to your phone, you played one of your favorite songs—Waltz of Four Left Feet by Shirebound and Busking. 

To your surprise, Jungkook also knew the song and just like that, the awkward silence was gone and you became inseparable ever since. 

Music became the bridge that connected you and Jungkook. Whenever you would hangout, it was always your topic—your favorite artists, songs, original scores in films, best albums, underrated artists, overrated artists, the current state of music, everything. He also became your gig buddy—seeking out mainstream and indie artists you both liked and going to their live performances downtown bars, jam packed arenas and stadiums. 

But your favorite would always be watching him perform. After his performance at the orientation, he naturally became one of the popular students at UP. He wasn’t popular like a celebrity or an influencer, but heads would turn whenever he walked around campus. Also, he still had the luxury of privacy on his side, but if you looked at the right places, you would find small accounts on social media dedicated to him. He didn’t care for the attention, though, and just went about his day as normally as possible. 

His performance did land him some gigs here and there. You found it cute whenever he’d turn to you to ask if he should accept the invitation or not, and you would always tell him to do whatever he wanted. Most of the time, he accepted, especially if it was at Route 96, a historic venue for aspiring musicians. 

It was here that he performed the first song he wrote by himself called Still With You. It was also during this performance that you began to see him in a different light—quite literally. He was performing with the bar lights off, only the lights on stage and the spotlight illuminated the entire establishment. When the spotlight on him turned purple, you felt a whole new admiration for your best friend. It wasn’t the “Oh god I’m so proud of my best friend” kind, rather it was the “Oh fuck I’m in love with my best friend” realization. 

But like every other story where someone falls in love with their best friend, you kept your feelings hidden, hoping someday it would go away. However, you soon realized, once you fell in love with Jeon Jungkook, there was no going back. It was a rabbit hole. 

The more you spent time with him, the more you fell in love with him and all of him—from the way he smiles to the sound of his laugh, how he would always annoy the shit out of you when you were supposed to be studying to how he would remember small things about you like your favorite snack at the vending machine, how you’d be the first to know his test results to how you’d be his first audience for the short film they needed to produce for that semester, how he would lend you his jacket when you ate bingsu because he knew you’d get cold easily to how he’d send you random memes he found funny out of the blue. 

It was so easy to fall in love with Jeon Jungkook. Thus, everyone else did too. For seven years, you watched on the sidelines as he dated several girls and loved them how you wished he’d love you. 

“In one day, you can finally lay your hands on Jungkook,” your best friend, Mingyu, teased as he took a sip from his beer. 

You let out a sarcastic laugh, head resting on your palm, elbow propped on the wooden table in front of you, a bottle of beer in the other hand. You were bordering on getting tipsy now as you had been drinking since you arrived at La Union with Mingyu and Jungkook in the afternoon. You didn’t even know why you agreed to your best friend’s idea of going to the province for a music festival when you had your graduation—the very graduation that was seven years in the making—on Sunday.   

“Fuck you, Kim Mingyu,” you told the honey-skinned man across from you with a chuckle. 

“What? Let this be your final test before finally graduating. Are you ready?” a lopsided grin appeared on his handsome face. 

Under the orange light, Kim Mingyu was easily one of the most handsome men you ever laid your eyes on. He was also tall, well-mannered, smart, capable, had a stable job while being a med student, and the textbook definition of a walking green flag. In another life, you could imagine yourself falling for him instead of Jungkook. But in the current universe you were in, he was one of your trusted friends who had known about your crush on Jungkook since first year. 

The waiter arrived to bring you your order of another bucket of Red Horse beer. Mingyu took a bottle from the silver bucket and opened it. “Happy horse for the happy whore,” he told you as he handed you the fresh bottle of beer. You gave him a middle finger. He laughed. “What? Am I not right?” 

“You’re the whore,” you replied. “I saw you with that cute chinito by the beach earlier. What happened to Mino?” 

He rolled his eyes at the mention of his ex—or you believed was his ex. You never really know with Mingyu and relationships. He was the complete opposite of you. While you were a hopeless romantic at heart, he didn’t believe in love—or so he says. 

“Seven years,” Mingyu mused, glancing towards the beach. “You didn’t stop falling in love with your best friend. Now, it looks like you don’t even plan to stop.” 

You sucked your teeth, tracing the water around the bottle due to the ice with your fingers. “Do I just throw it away?” You weren’t sure if you were asking Mingyu or yourself. “We make a good pair.” You laughed to yourself. 

“Except?” Mingyu pointed out the harsh reality. 

“Except,” you took in a shaky breath. “He doesn’t love me back. Maybe.” 

Mingyu sighed deeply, looking at his watch. “Time check: you still have your hopes up.” 

“It’s still early,” you argued. “I still have two days. Just give me time.” 

“Give me time?” Mingyu repeated, taking a sip from his beer. “What the fuck are you talking about, Sola? The universe has given you all the time. But you did nothing.” 

You groaned, throwing your head back as a realization hit you. “Fuck, Gyu, I just—I just realized. Is it right that we’re here? Was it the right decision to come here? My mom’s gonna be so mad once she finds out I’m in La Union.”  

“It’s all you. You’re a raging masochist,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “Anyway. Let’s just play a game. Let’s enumerate all the things you did with Jungkook. Those are seven years worth of memories, Sola. Game?” 

“Game.” 

“What year did you first meet Jungkook?” 

A smile immediately creeped up on your face. “2017.” 

Mingyu waved his hand at you. “Wow! You can do math! But I just thought of something—instead of just general memories. Let’s make them specific. Let’s list down all the stupid things you did for Jungkook for seven years.” 

“The fuck are you talking about?” you let out a scoff, drinking your beer. 

“What? Now you can’t remember?” he challenged. 

You clicked your tongue. “Fine, you stupid bitch. Ask away.” 

Mingyu grinned. “2018.” 

You hummed before saying, “Jungkook was heartbroken that year. I was back at home and he was at UP. But I rushed into the city to be there for him. I remember because I was supposed to attend this baptism with my parents but I snuck out and got an earful from my mother the next day. I was completely hungover too because Jungkook and I went bar hopping the entire night.” 

“Jesus Christ, Sola.” 

“Don’t judge me. It was my decision, okay?” 

Mingyu rolled his eyes. “Okay. 2019.” 

You stared at Mingyu, laughing as you recalled the memory. “2019. Me and Jungkook walked from UP to Aurora Boulevard just to tell me how Song Areum became his girlfriend.” 

He shook his head. “2020.” 

“2020—he was sick. I had an exam that day, but I quickly answered it so I could buy him his favorite, Tapsilog from Tapsi ni Vivian, before it ran out ‘cos it runs out quickly, right?” Mingyu nodded. You licked your lower lip then let out a small laugh. “But when I got to his dorm room, his roommate already told me Areum brought him to the university hospital. And I failed my exam ‘cos I didn’t answer the back part.” 

“2021, go!” 

“I loved him for four years now and counting. Is that good enough?” 

“Okay. I’ll accept it. 2022?” 

“2022—I’ve been in love with him for five fucking years already, fucking shit!” you exclaimed, feeling the alcohol in you boosting your confidence. 

“Okay. We’re in the last year, girl. What about in 2023? What was the stupid thing you did for Jungkook last year?” 

You gulped. “I’m two years delayed.” 

Mingyu exhaled deeply. A moment of silence settled between the two of you. Then, she asked, “Sola, it all boils down to this: when will you end this?” 

You sat up straight, taking a deep breath. “You mean when will I stop with my foolishness?” Mingyu nodded. You purse your lips. “Maybe when I’m done with UP. When I’m done with UP, I’ll graduate from everything—including him. Especially him.” 

When you got back to your shared room with Jungkook and Mingyu, you were already tipsy. You almost fell face flat on the floor when you opened the door, feeling lightheaded, but luckily, your best friend was there to catch you. 

“You’re drunk, Sola,” Jungkook chuckled deeply. You could smell his expensive cologne—the one you bought for him for his birthday last year and it brought a huge grin on your face, knowing he wore it. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” 

“I’m fine, Guk. I’m not that drunk. But I do need to sit down,” you said followed by a set of giggles as you let Jungkook walk you to the bed you shared with Mingyu, and then you threw yourself on it, back against the mattress, arms spread like an eagle. 

Jungkook sat down beside you. “Are you still mad at me?” 

The question seemed to sober you up instantly. The truth was—you could never stay mad at him. For anything. Sometimes, you’d think he could do the most painful and hurtful thing to you, deliberately, and you would still forgive him even if he wouldn’t apologize. 

“I wasn’t mad. I was just… I just wished you would’ve told me the real reason why you wanted to come here,” you replied softly, biting your lower lip. 

“Would you have come? If I told you I wanted to go here because my ex wanted to reconnect—would you have come?” Jungkook matched your tone, looking over his shoulder to look at you. 

Instinctively, your eyes also darted towards his. The lights in the room were dim, only the lamp, the light coming beneath the bathroom door, and the moonlight outside illuminated the room. Jungkook looked especially beautiful in the dim light—long black wavy hair all messy from his habit of running his fingers through it, hooded eyes staring at you like he was memorizing every inch of you, the gentleness of his features made him look like an angel in this light. 

But then you’d see his dozens of piercings in his ears, eyebrow, and lower lip; his tattooed arm and hand, and the way he looked sexy as hell with his thin white long sleeved, sleeves rolled up to his elbow, and his white beach shorts that hugged his strong muscular thighs, and you’d realize he was more of a Greek god than an angel. 

“I’ll go wherever you go,” you told him, swallowing the lump in your throat. “You know that.” 

Jungkook lied down beside you and you felt your heartbeat racing. His tattooed arm was brushing against yours. His head was tilted, close to yours. 

“Will you go with me to the moon?” he asked. 

A small smile ghosted on your lips. “I will, Guk.” 

“How about Saturn?” 

“I’ll be with you there, too.” 

“Law school?” 

You turned your head to him. He was already looking at you. “Law school? Why?” 

He brushed the hair on your face aside with his fingers, making you tense. But you kept your composure. “I passed UP LAE.” 

“But,” you began. “What about film? I thought you didn’t wanna become a lawyer like your parents.” 

Jungkook looked at the ceiling. “It’s not that bad. Being a lawyer. Besides, I like studying.” 

“You’ve always wanted to become a director, though.” 

“I’m not good enough for it,” Jungkook scoffed. “All my batchmates are already directing their films and showing them at festivals here and abroad—yet here I am. Still here.” 

You turned on your side, propping your elbow to support your head as you looked at your best friend. It was rare for Jungkook to open up. Even to you. He was always someone who kept all his innermost thoughts and feelings to himself. In the seven years you’d known him, it still felt like there was a wall around him that you never managed to climb on or punch through. For seven years, it felt like you simultaneously knew everything and nothing about your best friend. 

“It’s not the end of the road, Jungkook. So what if they’re showing their films at festivals? You can do it too. At your own pace, in your own time,” you said. You wanted to reach for his face, to make him look at you, but you were scared. “You’re a great filmmaker, Guk. The best direk ever.” 

He looked at you once again. “You’re drunk, Yu Sola. Go to sleep.” 

He sat up, carrying your legs over the bed. You let out a groan. “I’m not drunk, Jeon Jungkook. Why do you always do that?” 

“Do what?” he asked, chuckling. 

“You always cut the conversation when you’re beginning to open up. You always clamp up, Guk. I wish you didn’t do that. I’m your—,” you bit the inside of your lower lip. What right did I have to demand him to open up to me? “I’m your best friend.” 

“I don’t clamp up. I just have nothing else to say,” your best friend replied with a shrug, fixing his hair as he looked in the mirror across from your bed. “Go to sleep. You’ll get a massive headache tomorrow. I’m just going to meet with Areum and her friends.”  

Then, you blurted it out. It just happened. You didn’t even know how. You always had this grand idea in your mind to do it after the graduation ceremony, that way, you could immediately leave. That way, you didn’t have to see him all the time. You would have enough time to move on and move forward in your life. 

But nothing in life truly went according to plan. 

“I love you, Jungkook,” you confessed. Your heart felt heavy and you sat up, head hanging low as you picked on your nails. Tears were beginning to form in your eyes. “I’ve loved you for seven years now.” 

And you sobbed, burying your face in your hands. Then, moments later, you felt your hands being taken away from your face. You lifted your head and saw Jungkook kneeling in front of you, holding your hands. He let one go to wipe away the tears on your face, to tuck your hair behind your ear. 

And then, ever so slowly, Jungkook leaned in and kissed you softly. A tear rolled down your cheek. His lips were soft while yours were chapped and wet from your tears, but he didn’t seem to mind. You were still in shock. This was not the response you expected. Not even in your wildest dreams but it was happening. 

Jungkook held your face, tilting his head as he continued to kiss you more—only this time with more need and passion. Your body reacted. You began to reciprocate his kisses, hands wrapping around his wrists. He tasted of toothpaste and mouthwash. 

He pushed you onto the bed, one hand remaining on your face while the other held your waist. Your fingers curled the ends of his hair. You could feel his growing member on your stomach and feeling it was enough to make your cunt wet. His lips then traveled on your jaw, down to your neck. You were breathing heavily as he nibbled on your sensitive skin, making a soft moan escape your lips. 

His hand made its way under your shirt and your breath hitched, causing Jungkook to lift his head from your neck, and look you in the eyes. 

“You okay?” he asked softly. 

You nodded. “I’m okay.” 

“Okay,” he smiled, making your heart skip a beat. “Is it okay if I take this off now?” 

“I—,” you were at a loss for words. Was this really happening? It seemed too good to be true. But it was happening and you wanted it more than anything else. “Okay. Yes, you can.” 

Jungkook peeled your shirt off, exposing your naked chest. You didn’t wear bras; found it too much of a hassle and you always hated the feeling. Instead, you wore nipple tapes. 

“What are these, Sola?” Jungkook asked with a chuckle, making your cheeks heat up. 

“They’re nipple tapes, you dumb ass,” you replied, smacking his arm lightly. 

“Okay. Do I just take them off, like, tape?” 

He was adorably cute. “Yes, you just take them off like tape.” 

And so he did just that. The coolness of the room and your arousal instantly perked your nipples. Jungkook took your breasts in his hands, massaging and squeezing them, making you arch your back ever so slightly. Then, he dipped his head, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth while remaining to massage the other. 

The sensation was simply divine. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol in your system, your feelings for your best friend, or just Jungkook in general that made you feel so good at that moment. Your hands traced the outline of his toned biceps through his thin polo. 

You were so wet and when Jungkook began to grind his hard cock against your clothed cunt, you felt another wave of wetness. You wanted him—all of him—and so you began to rock your hips against him, making him release a moan. 

He lifted his head, staring at you with those doe eyes you have loved for seven years. “Are you sure?” 

Those three words held so much. Once you crossed the line, there was no going back, and both of you knew that. 

“I’m sure. I want this, Guk. I want you.” 

That was all he needed to hear to make love to you the whole night. Once both of you came, Jungkook laid beside you, chest heaving. For a while, the both of you lay in silence. 

“Will you be here in the morning?” you asked, turning your head on the pillow to face him. 

He did the same. “I will,” he promised. “Go to sleep now, Sola.” 

But he wasn’t. 

When you woke up the next day, the other side of the bed was empty. You sat up, burying your face in your hands. What the hell have I done? What the hell have we done? 

You left the bed, entering the bathroom, and proceeding to take a shower. In there, you cried, because nothing was going to be the same after last night. You couldn’t blame it all on Jungkook either. You also made it happen. You desperately wished it was just a dream—another wet dream you had of your best friend—but the traces of his cum were still on your inner thigh. 

It happened. There was no going back. Everything was going to be different now and most of all, you didn’t know if you still had your best friend. 

When you finished showering and getting dressed, you made your way down to the beach. You had texted Mingyu while getting dressed and he told you he was there with the chinito you saw him with, Wonwoo. Arriving at the beach, you pulled your phone out of your back pocket, about to text the honey-skinned med student when you saw Jungkook with Areum in the water, his strong arms that held you throughout the night, now wrapped around her waist. Fits of giggles escaped her lips as Jungkook wrestled with her in the water, a huge grin on his handsome face. 

Your heart shattered. 

You quickly looked away, a fresh set of tears forming in your eyes. As you were about to turn away, you heard Mingyu’s familiar voice which caused you to stop on your tracks. 

“Sola, hey, there you—what’s wrong?” The concern in his voice was palpable. You felt his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you closer to him. 

“I—I finally told him, Gyu,” you said, taking in a sharp shaky breath. “I finally told him.” 

Mingyu didn’t ask for more details. He knew. He led you back to your room, promising Wonwoo to text him later. Once you were back, you just cried on his shoulder. He didn’t say anything and neither did you. He just let you be until the tears finally stopped. 

“I’m sorry I pulled you away from Wonwoo. He seems like a nice guy,” you said after a while, voice raspy from all the crying. 

“It’s fine. We’ll be seeing each other often anyway,” Mingyu shared. 

You looked at him, surprised. “Really?” 

Your friend nodded, laughing to himself. “You know, all those times I teased you about your being a hopeless romantic and believing in love—I think it’s backfiring on me now with Wonwoo.” 

“You love him?” you asked. 

“I don’t know, Sola. But I know what I feel for him is different,” he answered. “It’s terrifying. How quickly someone can change your perspective on something.” 

You couldn’t argue with that. 

“What’s your plan now?” Mingyu asked. 

You sighed deeply. “I think I’m going to head back. My graduation is tomorrow anyway. Do you mind booking the bus ride home?” 

“I’m staying here, Sola. I—I want to be with Wonwoo more,” Mingyu confessed, smiling at you apologetically. 

“Gyu…” 

“Please be a friend to me now, Sola.” 

You pressed your lips tightly. Then, you nodded. You wanted your friend to be happy. 

“I’m gonna pack now,” you announced. 

“Okay. Just text me if you need anything,” Mingyu gave you a hug and kiss on top of your head. “I want you to know I’m proud of you, Sola.” 

Once Mingyu left, you began to pack. You didn’t bring a lot of clothes, but you were still biding your time. A part of you didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay here and never graduate. But that illusion was quickly broken when you saw your mom’s contact flashing on your phone screen. 

You sucked your teeth before answering, “Hi mom.” 

“Sola? Where the hell are you? Why haven’t you been answering my texts? Your graduation is tomorrow. Everyone is looking forward to it!” she exclaimed frantically. 

“Mom, I’m sorry. I’m in La Union with Jungkook and—,” 

“What the hell are you doing in La Union?! You better get back instantly, Sola. I’m not kidding. If you don’t graduate now, I really don’t know what I’m gonna do. It’s been seven years! Please let me graduate too.” 

“I’m already packing and I’ll catch the bus home soon. I just—Mom, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it in time for the ceremony ‘cos—,” 

Your phone was suddenly snatched from your grip. You looked up and saw Jungkook standing beside you. 

“Hey tita, it’s Jungkook. Yes. Don’t worry. I’ll take her home. She’ll make it in time. Yes. We’ll be home before the ceremony, tita. Okay. Bye.” 

He ended the call and sat down on the bed across from you, handing you your phone back. You grabbed it from him. “You don’t have to take me home.” 

“I already promised tita I will,” he answered. 

“You didn’t have to,” you muttered, folding your shirt. 

Silence. Jungkook was just staring at you the entire time as you folded your clothes and packed them inside your bag. Then, he said those two words. 

“I’m sorry.” 

You bit the inside of your lower lip. What was he exactly for? For having sex with you? For spending the night with you? For not feeling the same way as you? All of the above? 

As if reading your thoughts, he added, “For everything.” 

You nodded. “You don’t have to apologize for anything,” you told him. “It’s not your fault you don’t love me the same way.” But why did you kiss me? Why did you make love to me? 

Jungkook lowered his head. You zipped your bag. “Let’s go. I still have a graduation to chase.” 

“What’s this?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed when you saw Areum standing beside Jungkook’s car with her luggage and bag. 

“I’ll drop Areum on the way,” Jungkook announced, grabbing her luggage and putting it at the back of his car. 

You pressed your lips in a line. “Fine.” You stepped into the back passenger seat, quickly grabbing your phone and earphones from your bag, and plugging it in. 

Lowering yourself on the seat, you rested your head against the window as Areum stepped into the passenger seat while Jungkook sat on the driver’s seat. You caught him glancing at you from the corner of your eyes, but you didn’t look back. Instead, you turned the volume up. Moments later, he began to drive. 

You decided to sleep the entire ride. However, when you woke up, you immediately realized Jungkook wasn’t driving in your hometown. “Where are we?” you asked, taking one of your earphones off. 

“I’m dropping Areum first,” Jungkook replied. 

You frowned. “I’m the one chasing a graduation, remember?” 

“Shh, just go back to sleep. Here,” he threw something at you—your favorite candy, Butterball, landing on your lap. 

You grabbed it, tempted to eat it, but you threw it back at him and went back to sleep. By the time you woke up again, you were at Areum’s house. She turned to look at you, smiling. 

She was really beautiful and kind. You began to feel guilty for hating her so much the entire time. “Congrats on your graduation, Sola. I’ll see you around, okay?” 

“Thanks Areum.” 

After Jungkook walked her to her door, he came back to the car. “What are you doing there? Come here,” he said, patting the passenger seat. 

“I’m fine here,” you replied. 

“Sola, come on. Please? I drive better with you beside me.” 

For the rest of the ride to your home, you sat beside Jungkook. Unlike before, where your car rides were filled with music and random conversations, tonight it was silent. You didn’t plug your phone into his stereo and you kept your eyes closed the whole time, listening to your music. Once in a while, Jungkook would try to make small talk, but you would only give him short replies, then went back to sleeping. 

When you arrived at your family house, you stayed with Jungkook outside for a bit, both leaning against his car. 

“It’s your graduation in four hours.” 

“Are you not going to come to yours?” 

“I don’t see the point,” Jungkook replied. 

You nodded and pushed yourself off his car. “I’ll head inside. Thanks for the ride, Jungkook.” 

He grabbed your arm before you entered the gate. You stared into his eyes. You couldn’t quite place what held them right now. Maybe you never really knew Jeon Jungkook after all this time. 

“I’m sorry, Sola.” 

“Why do you keep saying sorry? I told you—it’s not your fault and I’m fine. I’m over it now. See you around, Jungkook.” 

You head back inside. Graduation was in four hours. 

You wore a traditional Filipiniana dress, a pair of white heels that were already scraping the skin at the back of your feet, your mother’s pearls, and your sablay when your name was called. You came up on the stage with your excited mother, shook hands with your Dean, and finally grabbed your diploma. You always imagined graduation to be something so spectacular, but the moment you received the piece of paper that confirmed you had, indeed, graduated—you just felt the same. 

After the ceremony, you went back to your house where almost all your relatives from your mother’s side were waiting for you. A tarpaulin with your graduation picture and the words, “Congratulations Yu Sola!” printed on it and hung outside your gate. You greeted everyone on your way, telling them thanks, before retreating in your room to change out of your dress and into more comfortable clothes. 

While you were slipping on your shirt, your phone buzzed on your nightstand. When you grabbed it, you saw Jungkook’s message on the lockscreen. 

Let’s go, it said. 

You knew it meant one thing: a beer and butterball at Route 96. There was still a part of you that wanted to go because you always went when you received a message like that from Jungkook. It was always a yes when it came to him. But now that you confessed, something shifted, whether he admitted to it himself or not. 

So, you put your phone in your pocket, and went down. But as you do so, you felt your phone vibrate again. You pulled it out of your pocket and Jungkook texted you another message. 

Please? One for the road. I’m outside. 

You bit your lower lip. Then, you made your way out. There, you saw Jungkook wearing his barong and sablay, leaning against his car like hours ago. He smiled as soon as he saw you come out. 

“You still have it,” he pointed to your shirt. 

You looked down on it and realized you had picked his shirt of all things. It wasn’t anything special; just something he bought at a boutique. But it meant a lot to you because he gave it to you after you spilled beer on your shirt years ago. 

“You attended your ceremony?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. He nodded. “I thought you didn’t see the point.” 

“I changed my mind.” 

You wished you were just as quick in having a change of heart. 

“One for the road?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. 

You took a deep breath and nodded. “One for the road.” 

“Shit, I forgot it’s Sunday. It’s closed,” Jungkook sighed, seeing the steel gate at Route 96. 

“It’s fine. Let’s just go,” you told him, grabbing the beer he bought beforehand and making your way up to the bar. Jungkook followed behind. 

You both leaned in the railing before you, beer in hands. Another silence. 

You couldn’t believe this was the culmination of the seven years you spent loving Jeon Jungkook. You thought, after confessing, you would never speak again. He’d distance himself from you but here you were—having a beer with him at your favorite place in the world. You wished you knew what was going on in his mind right now. You wished you could dissect his mind and learn every thought he had ever since you confessed. 

Because you never really knew Jeon Jungkook. You were just so in love with him and idealized who he was over the last seven years. Suddenly, all the stupid memories you shared with Mingyu flashed in your mind and made you laugh. 

“What’s funny?” Jungkook asked, chuckling. 

You shook your head, drinking your beer. “Nothing.” 

He nudged your side. “Come on, share it.” 

You took a deep breath and for the first time, you looked at Jeon Jungkook and saw him for who he was; not the man you have loved for the past seven years. 

“I graduated, finally.” 

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𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. 𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨. 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐟𝐚𝐫, 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧?

But yet, here you are, your trunks and luggage stacked neatly in the corner of your chambers, waiting to be unpacked and loaded into the cupboards and closet that was given when you started.

With your advanced IQ among multiple wizarding topics, the last thing you truly expected was a letter in the mail asking if you’d like to take the position of Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher. Upon your hire, you expected nothing but being a teacher, passing your knowledge onto the many curious minds that waltzed into your room on a day to day basis. The Dark Lord fell many, many years ago, but there could be new threats. Recent graduates who want to pick up where he left off all those years ago, and despite the fact you hate using your talents for this, you didn’t want to leave those kids without proper training. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒.

Or perhaps, it was 𝒉𝒊𝒎, that drew you back here.

You always thought you were good at hiding it. You learned rather quickly how to hide the flush that tried flowing into your face when he was near. You made sure it wouldn’t show on your face, or in your posture. But 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒕, it was hard. Those times he’d pass you in the corridors, or nodding in your direction when you’d say good morning. Or maybe, it was the fact, he barely acknowledged your existence at all that made you crave him even more. Granted, you didn’t expect to take over the position he worked ever so hard for, so you didn’t have much time to prepare yourself for the cold shoulder you’d receive from him. You often found yourself wondering: if you were given another position, would it be any different? Would you have caught his eye? Like he did, you? Would the two of you grow close like you hope?

But, more importantly, would you be in the position that you’re in right now?

Somehow, you always seemed to find yourself, wherever he is. Yes, as Professor’s, you share the same break room, the same eatery, the same library, but there have been times that he’d suddenly be near. And for no apparent reason at all. Or so you thought.

This was another one of those times.

You had been waiting outside of the Headmasters office for what seemed like hours. With the plan of partnering up with another Professor for a dueling club, for the younger students. Most of the other teachers had their partners already, which left you with 𝒉𝒊𝒎. You had heard a lot about him through others; how he created spells as a young teen all by himself, and how he, was the one to bring down the Dark Lord back in the day. Of course, you knew despite most of the students being either afraid of him or looking up to him, you knew he was a force to be reckoned with. There weren’t many other wizards more powerful than you. More knowledgeable than you. One Professor, even stated they believed you were stronger than him. But, you knew, you were 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, compared to him. And you knew that’s what made you get on his nerves. That, and for some odd reason, they chose your knowledge over his, for this position.

But, all the same, he had to deal with you as his dueling partner. And whether he wanted to spare you in on his complaints, or simply because things were being said that you couldn’t know about, you were told to wait outside.

You figured it was going to be a few more minutes and you grew tired of standing like a security guard outside of a bank. The aches in your legs told you that you needed to move, stretch, walk around. Do something so you wouldn’t turn stiff as a board. Hogwarts was beautiful, in many unique ways. But even with a view like this, you grew impatient, and bored. Especially because you weren’t allowed to do anything but wait.

They didn’t specify where you had to wait, only that you had to wait. You told yourself. And after a moments contemplation, you went on your merry way.

You found yourself inside of his classroom, examining the books and many bottles of ingredients that lined the shelves. Call yourself crazy, but you’d love to be a student in his class, watching as he worked, listening as he explained things to you and the rest of the class. And, despite his nonexistent knowledge towards you, you grew found of him. Found of the idea that one day, his attention might just fall to you. There weren’t many people you were found of anymore. That being the case, you made it a point to try to be friends. Well, acquaintances would be a better word. And if that meant dealing with his silence, and cold glances, you’d happily oblige.

Eventually, after glancing over what felt like the hundredth jar that evening, you heard the faint sound of a knob juggling as it’s being turned. You cocked your head in the direction the noise was coming from and watched as he gracefully walked through the center of the room and up to his desk. And like always, ignoring the fact that you were standing no more than ten feet away.

“𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗬/𝗻.” He said, catching you off guard, as he’s never addressed you before.

You hoped and prayed that your eyes didn’t express the excitement that bubbled up inside you. You swallowed, and brushed a hand through your hair as causally as you could.

“𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗦𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗲." You made it a point to address him with the same annoyed, and unappealing tone he gave to you when he voiced your name.

When you were first introduced to him, you felt scared. Not because of the things you'd heard of him, but of the intimidating aura that emitted from him. You feared that you may make a fool of yourself in front of him, or that you’d mess something up and he’d get angry with you. But over time, you felt yourself get fond of that idea. Wondering if he’d wait until the two of you were alone to discipline you or if he’d do it in front of others, not sympathetic towards your embarrassment.

You 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 the thought of being alone with him. Fond of the idea he would degrade you for knocking over a potion bottle.

Perhaps you have gone mad.

You watched as the corners of his lips turned down into a scowl, irritated about being spoken to in such a manner. In a manner below him. You watched as he repositioned in his chair, perched at the front of the dimly lit classroom, sitting in a chair that you’d find a king sitting in, rather than a potions Professor. If it weren’t for the lamp, and the few lit candles around the room, you wouldn’t notice he was here if you were to of walked in now.

“𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝘆/𝗻.” He rumbled out, more impatient than the first time he spoke of you. He didn’t move again, as his dark eyes bore into your head.

“𝗡𝗼 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗲. 𝗜’𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀 𝗱𝘂𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯.” You replied as you adjusted your posture against the counter.

From the corner of your eye, you could see him tense up as you crossed your arms. From where you were propped up against the counter, you were able to get a good look at him. Even sitting down, his intimidating energy coated this room in what felt like a thick fog. You realized that despite sitting down, his over six foot tall stature was amplified by the bulk of his muscles as well as the thick dark cloak he wore everyday. You were small to begin with, no taller than 5’2, he managed to make you feel even smaller. Without even doing anything.

𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗴.

“𝗦𝗼. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁?” You questioned. You watched as he settled back against his chair, his tense posture never easing, not even by a fraction. His hands balled up into hard fists.

“𝗡𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗜 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸. 𝗬𝗼𝘂, 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱.” He growled out, his tone making it quite clear that your presence is frustrating to him. You exhaled, glancing towards the flow and feeling slightly sympathetic yet bothered.

“𝗜 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲.” You replied, feeling yourself slowly giving up at making a conversation out of this topic. As much as you wanted to turn on your heel, something made you voice your opinion. “𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿. 𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻 𝗴𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲, 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗶𝘁?”

He let out a rumble as he listened to your words, a sound he made when irritated. His tone full of distaste.

“𝗜’𝗺 𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲. 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿.” He snarled, this comment resulting in you rolling your eyes at the floor. You should of known that as long as you held the position of the DADA teacher, this is how he’d behave. You couldn’t grasp why he wanted that job so much. But you couldn’t find yourself with enough courage to ask. It was clear to you, that for as long as you stayed here, he would continue to be this frustrated. He wouldn’t say it, but you knew.

Pushing yourself away from the counter using your foot, your boots making no noise as you took a few steps forward, towards his desk.

“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿. 𝗪𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀. 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁, 𝗜’𝗺 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁. 𝗨𝗻𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲.” You added cooly. You knew you were hitting below the belt, but something in his expression egged you on.

Snape stared down at you without a word, his eyes full of nothing but seething hate. You noticed his breathing hitching with every breath. It was quite some time before he acknowledged what you said.

“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂.” He remarked. The fists that his hands have been curled up in, tightened. Causing his knuckles to turn even paler.

“𝗜’𝗺 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.” You retorted back, cocking your head to the left. You watched as he lulled something over in his mind. You used this time to shift your weight back and forth between each leg, overly tired and stiff from the never ending standing.

“𝗜𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗼?” He rumbled, an eyebrow going up in response to his question.

“𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗜 𝗱𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁.” He said to you, his voice a touch deeper than normal, darker.

His remark came as a surprise, and your eyes must of showed it. He readjusted his posture, sitting straight as straight as possible. You watched as he pushed his hips outward, from his seated position. This action made his legs stick out from where they were before. He pulled his hands from the arm rests, letting them sit folded in his lap.

“𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲.”

He demanded. You obeyed naturally as you walked up the step that leads to his desk. Coming to a stop a foot away from him. Your heart rate picked up from the sudden closeness, causing a rush of heat to travel to your face. Suddenly, you felt his large hand grip your wrist almost painfully. Pulling you forward so that your head was level to his. “𝗬𝗼𝘂, 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲. 𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲.” He growled. This shocked you. As much as his ignorance to you upset you, you tried your best to be nothing but nice and respectful towards him. You started to wonder if you giving him space was considered disrespect to him.

“𝗦𝗶𝘁.” He commanded, and the second you went to plop onto the floor in front of him, you were yanked 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 him. Straight into the menacing man’s lap. Your legs positioned on either side of his large thigh. It took your brain a few seconds more to realize what was happening and that’s what distracted you from the grip he had on your chin. His large fingers gripping the bone firmly between them, pulling at your chin to make you look down at him. You were propped in the middle of his leg, finding this seat rather comfortable, despite him being so menacing. You almost lost your balance as you tried to hover over him, nervous that your heat might come in contact with his leg. Letting go of your face, and reaching out to you, you felt him place one large hand on either side of your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze as he pushed you down.

The potion Professor seemed to enjoy the shock and excitement that crossed over your face, perched on his thigh . He felt the way your body trembled lightly as he held onto you; seeing the way your eyes glazed over in lust rather than fear. Severus was a busy and introverted man. As much of a front he was putting on, making you think he hated you over some stupid job, it really covered the growing attraction and need to feel you close to him.

And that’s why, he took this opportunity to show you, how you make him feel.

Your lips parted as his hands traveled up and down the your waist. The way his fingers grazed over your ribs and back made you shudder in the already cold room. His body was warm under you, making you feel it through the layer of clothing you wore. Even though he pulled your head up to look at him, you couldn’t help yourself from looking down, taking in the position you were in. He stopped briefly to squeeze the supple flesh under his touch.

“You seem 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨, doll.” He said to you, making a note of the way your breath hitched at the name.

“𝗜-𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁, 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻.” You dropped your head again at the shame of your fantasies being laid out for him to hear. Feeling so embarrassed you couldn’t stop the blush that threatened over your cheeks and nose. He let out a noise of approval at your honesty; at the way you so easily gave yourself to him. What you didn’t know, was that he often found himself pleasuring himself to thoughts of you like this. Wondering what sweet noises you would make as his hands traveled over your body, what your face would look like when he had you on the verge of coming undone by his touch. But still, the tone of your voice, he could tell something was wrong. You were nervous, flustered. And what he didn’t know, is that you’ve never done something like this before. You’ve had your fair share of men, but none made you feel the way he 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 you feel.

But, as frightening as he may be, he would 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 hurt you, or do something to make you uncomfortable.

Not unless you told him to.

“𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆. 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂.” Replied Severus, glancing into your glossed over eyes.

His hands gripped a little more tightly into your skin, holding you steady.

“𝗡𝗼𝘄, 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗙𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽.”

Before you were able to agree with the potions Professor, he pushed you down more and began to grind your hips into his muscular thigh. He rocked you back and forth in small, quick motions as your clothed heat ground against his leg. The sudden sensation made you whimper, your hands falling forward onto his chest where you started palming at the fabric. Attempting to get a grip on something as he slowly started his assault. After the surprise of the sudden pleasure between your legs, you eased into it. You began rocking your hips along with his help. A collection of whines and whimpers escaped your lips, your face and chest heating up with each rock.

“𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹, 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲. 𝗨𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳.” Severus spoke softly, giving you one quick bounce of his leg and watching as you dropped your head onto his shoulder to muffle your cries. Embarrassed at such a lewd sound, you bit down into the fabric that clothed him, trying to suppress the pathetic sounds you were making as you curled your waist to grind against him more.

Something about this upset him, whether you were trying to hide your face, or stifle your sounds, you felt an arm snake up your torso until it rested firmly around your throat. Without warning, you couldn’t help but throw your head back as you let out such a pathetic moan. With his strength, he held your head out, giving him the perfect view to watch your face contort in pleasure.

“𝗗𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗲. 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹.”

Following his demand, you nodded your head the best you could in his grip, locking eyes with him. Surprisingly, now you had decent balance, despite loosing one of his hands. The way his other thigh pushed in towards yours helped you stay steady as you rocked yourself against him.

Severus couldn’t help but smirk, your face looked so helpless, and needy, as you continued to whine and moan with every stroke of his leg. Your sounds, were just as helpless and pathetic as you were in this state.

“𝗙-𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸.” You whimpered. “𝗦𝗲𝘃-𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘀.” His name came out broken as your hips attempted to keep up with his pace.

“𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝘁. 𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱. 𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗵𝗺?” He cooed towards you, watching as small tears pooled at the corners of your eyes, the skin under his fingers turning pink from his longing grip.

As the assault to your clothed cunt continued, you could feel the familiar warmth form in your lower stomach. This caused your movements to turn sloppy, and erratic. You got to the point your pace was much quicker than the one he set for you. Severus figured this meant one thing, and one thing only. He decided, to give you some more guidance. He started to bounce his knee randomly, enjoying the way you’d close your eyes at each jolt. Your hands, that gripped onto his chest, tightened, holding on for dear life. Your whines turned to moans, and your whimpering grew louder, and at this point you didn’t care how ‘loud’ you became. Severus was making you feel good, and your entire body filled with the ecstasy that you never imagined you could achieve. Not even during all those late nights where you found yourself pinching and rubbing over your clit, or when your fingers curled against you g-spot.

𝙃𝙞𝙨 name was the one you quietly called out for when your orgasms would wash over you. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 face came to mind as you chased your pleasure. Only 𝙝𝙞𝙢, was who you gave yourself too.

“𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗖𝘂𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹.” He said. His tone was so seductive and dark it made you want to scream to the heavens. You tried to respond, or at least acknowledge his remark, but the only thing you were able to do was blather out incoherent noises.

“𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗴𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹. 𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲.”

And with his reassuring words, you let yourself go. Relishing in the intense orgasm that ripped itself from you. A plethora of screams escaped your lips as Severus continued to push you back and forth, letting your ride it out. Jerking his thigh into you at the same time as pushing you down. His breathe more ragged and fast than it was before. He watched as tears spilled from your eyes, and your face now bright red from this state of euphoria. He continued to stare as your chest rose up and down as you panted. Severus released your neck, as well as your hips and gently guided you down towards his chest. He knew you were far too weak to hold yourself up.

Your body went limp against his, and your hands lessened their grip on his cloak, but not entirely letting him go either. With you against him like this, he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hand over your back and intertwining his fingers with your hair. He rumbled out sweet nothings and praises for being so good to him, and so good for him. After having you, the way he dreamed of, he felt much better. All that tension he carried before getting enough guts to do this, he was able to relax.

He smiled at the thought of having you like this again.

And he knew, you’d want the same.

[christophfanalways]

NEW!!

Two-time Oscar-winning actor Christoph Waltz popped into a Belfast restaurant for dinner at the weekend.

The Austrian-German star, known for his work with Quentin Tarantino, visited The Chubby Cherub in Chichester Street.

The Italian eatery shared an image of its famous customer, perhaps best known for playing SS-Standartenführer Hans Landa in 2009 blockbuster Inglourious Basterds, on social media.

A Facebook post said: "Attention all foodies and movie buffs. We had a very special guest at our restaurant over the weekend.

"None other than the talented actor Christoph Waltz, known for his unforgettable performances in Spectre and Django Unchained, graced us with his presence.”

It's understood he is filming a new action-comedy called Old Guy in Belfast which will see him play an aging contract killer tasked with training a Gen-Z newcomer. However, he later learns their employers want to eliminate older assassins.

Waltz won an Academy Award, a Bafta and a Golden Globe for Best Supporting Actor for his performances in Inglourious Basterds and Django Unchained.

He also played 007's nemesis, Ernst Stavro Blofeld, in 2015’s Spectre, starring alongside Daniel Craig.

Staff at the city restaurant eatery managed to keep their cool.

“Our team was thrilled to serve him and we couldn't be more proud of the experience we provided,” The Chubby Cherub said.

"We hope he enjoyed his visit with us as much as we enjoyed having him.

“To all of our valued customers, we hope you feel just as excited as we do to have had such a prominent figure in our midst. Come dine with us and you never know who you might run into.”

It comes just days after a Co Antrim hotel welcomed Harry Potter star Helena Bonham Carter.

The actress, who played Bellatrix Lestrange and has had starring roles in Les Miserables and Fight Club, stopped off at the Salthouse Hotel in Ballycastle last week.

Ms Bonham Carter was filming in the area for romance movie Four Letters of Love, where she will appear alongside Pierce Brosnan, who was spotted shooting scenes on the north coast in February.

[kingjamesroystonpub]

International Cuisine in Pubs and Restaurants

A captivating change is taking place in the culinary environment as a result of our more linked world. This evolution goes beyond borders, celebrates variety, and takes diners on a gourmet voyage throughout the world. As a culinary concept, "dining beyond borders" reflects the ideals of intercultural dialogue and fusion rather than merely a passing fad. In this research, we explore the rich tapestry of International Cuisine in Pubs and Restaurants that are influencing restaurant and bar menus. Chefs are taking inspiration from various culinary traditions to create meals that are both distinctive and globally influenced, pushing the boundaries of taste in surprising ways.

Celebrating a Wide Range of Cuisines — 

Where Cultures Collide: The Global Kitchen - 

Entering a contemporary bar or eatery will probably lead you to a menu that resembles a flavour atlas. By fusing products, methods, and traditions from all across the globe, chefs are diving headfirst into the diverse fabric of global cuisine. Beyond simple fusion, this culinary cross-pollination is a graceful waltz that honours the veracity of each culinary culture while generating something wholly own.

A Rise in Cross-Cultural Fusion- 

The lifeblood of International Cuisine in Pubs and Restaurants is cross-cultural fusion. Rather than limiting themselves to just one type of cuisine, chefs nowadays are experimenting with fusions of Asian, European, African, and Latin American influences. And what was the outcome? A culinary symphony that mirrors the interdependence of all people on Earth.

The Chef as Cultural Ambassador - 

Culinary Passport - 

Modern cooks are more than simply experts in the kitchen; they are also cultural ambassadors who bring people from all over the globe together via their cuisine. Chefs are exposing customers to flavours from around the world that aren't commonly found in restaurants, drawing inspiration from their experiences travelling, interacting with people, and being plain curious about food. Indulge in a culinary journey through the complexities of several cuisines as each meal takes you on a new adventure.

Integrating Cultures: Authenticity 

Although chefs take pleasure in exploring different ingredients and techniques from throughout the world, maintaining authenticity is their guiding concept. Rather than appropriating other people's cultures, we should be celebrating diversity with reverence. Chefs put in countless hours of research and teamwork to make sure every dish has a story—a genuine story that captures the spirit of the culinary heritage it comes from.

International Menu Influences - 

Inspirations from across Asia - 

When it comes to international fusion cuisine, Asian flavours are always a crowd pleaser. Restaurants and bars are putting together menus that highlight the variety of Asian food, from spicy Thai curries to umami-rich Japanese dishes. Chefs are getting creative with the flavours of different parts of Asia, creating dishes like sushi burritos, Korean BBQ tacos, and pizza with Thai influences.

Mediterranean Mixtures - 

Fusion cuisines can find a fertile ground in the Mediterranean, thanks to its sun-drenched ingredients and bright flavours. You can find dishes on menus that combine flavours from all over the world, including those from Greece, Italy, Spain, and more. Imagine a genuine homage to the Mediterranean's gastronomic riches with dishes like paella with a Moroccan twist or flatbread with Greek toppings like hummus and tzatziki.

Latino Vibes—

With their infectious rhythms and symphony of flavours, Latin American cuisine makes its way onto the menus of restaurants and bars around the world. The vibrant combination of Latin American inspirations with global culinary traditions is on full display in tacos filled with Korean BBQ, ceviche that combines Peruvian and Japanese flavours, and tapas that draw inspiration from Brazil.

European Ecléctica - 

Modern takes on time-honored European dishes are also on the rise. Imagine ramen with a French twist or burgers with an Italian spin. A meal as varied as Europe itself is the product of chefs boldly bridging the gap between different culinary traditions.

African Fusion Eats

African cuisine, with its varied and flavorful traditions, is starting to make an impression on dinner tables around the world. Southern African stews sometimes include North African spices, while Caribbean jerk chicken and West African jollof rice are common culinary pairings. This dish is a jubilation of all the African flavours and components.

Chef Patron's Odyssey - 

Eating My Way Around the World - 

Diners embark on a culinary journey when they dine abroad; it's more than just a meal. Every item on the menu is like a plane ticket to a different continent. The menu itself is like a passport. Nowadays, diners can indulge in a wide variety of cuisines from around the world, liberated from the constraints of a single culinary tradition.

Invitation to Expand Palates 

Travelling to different countries for a meal is a great way to try new things and broaden your taste buds. It welcomes customers who aren't afraid to try new things, tastes diverse cuisines, and pushes them out of their comfort zones. Around the dinner table, people from all walks of life join together to share a common language: food.

Global Fusion's Future - 

A Food Paradise - 

We should expect the concept of "dining beyond borders" to solidify its place in the culinary ethos in the years to come. Chefs will keep inventing novel flavour combinations and challenging guests to think outside the box. Diversity is embraced and cultural interchange takes place bite-by-bite in the global fusion movement, which is more than simply a trend; it's a reflection of our linked globe.

Global Cuisine Sustainability—

An emphasis on long-term viability is essential to global fusion's future. More and more, chefs are thinking about how their food impacts the environment and are making an effort to get ingredients in a responsible way. Ethical and ecological cuisine are at the heart of dining abroad, not just flavour.

Conclusion:

Dining abroad is a way for restaurants and bars around the world to honour the variety of cultures that make up our global community. There's a new culinary trend that's paying homage to the old while looking forward to a future where flavours are limitless. The diverse array of flavours, aromas, and textures that chefs are incorporating into their dishes is sure to take diners on a culinary journey that knows no boundaries as they look forward to the continued exploration of different cuisines. The next time you look at a menu with international influences, keep in mind that you're not merely eating; you're starting a trip that goes beyond boundaries and brings people together via cuisine.

[a-tale-of-2-sloths]

Day 16 - Costa Rica to England… Oh and Happy Birthday G!

After a pretty good night’s sleep it was time to shower up, have some breakfast (American style provided by the hostel) and pack one last time. G couldn’t bring herself to wear her smelly wet trainers and didn’t have room for them in her luggage so they’re currently squeezed in to my bag festering away! We popped all the left over food in the communal kitchen and headed off to the airport in an Uber. Interesting fact which we only discovered today, Uber is actually illegal in Costa Rica! This was the first we’ve heard of it and if stopped and asked we were executives of a company (the business cards for which were at the front of the car) and being driven by our company driver! Upon arrival we went through the slightly confusing process of checking in our bags before heading off for a stroll to get a magnet and coffee! As always I left getting a magnet too late and head to pay far too much for one in the gift shop. She is a beauty though, bottle opener and all!

Thanks to the musical ‘Come From Away’ whenever we hear or see the words American Airline, it’s followed by ‘Had the prettiest planes’ of which there were many in Miami and is who we’re flying with. Once into the terminal we were herded like confused cattle from one queue to another and yelled at by the staff to leave check in baggage (which we didn’t have) before joining another line that took us past a very tempting Pizza Hut and KFC! Our second departure of the day wasn’t for a few hours, so we didn’t have the panic that many of the Americans did for their connecting flights! We were able to go through security (fingerprints and all) before waltzing off to an eatery of our choice. G was flagging so we picked one near by in the form of an old fail safe, TGI Friday! We put in our order of 2 ciders and a chicken and beef burger before I dug around in my bag to pull out a couple of birthday cards for G. One from my folks and one from me, containing her 33rd birthday gift. A ticket to go see Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, she was mid celebration when our waitress came back with our ciders. Ooh apples have never tasted so good (until we go the bill!) it was a lovely bit of grub which was much needed as we hadn’t really eaten since breakfast some 10 or so hours before!

Again we went through the same motions of looking at what was on offer in the shops (some terrifying Trump chocolate, which doesn’t look to be moving too well!) filling up drinks and last minute loo stops. We boarded the plane ready to ask if the person sat in between us would like a window or aisle seat, despite booking 2 together. However, our request was unfounded as we’re sat in a 2 (despite what the screen showed us in San Jose). As I type this, it’s about 2am local time so my eyes are starting to droop a bit! We’ve had some pasta for dinner (or second dinner in our case!) and a wine, which has already been topped up by a very attentive steward, who referred to us as ‘younguns’ and asked if we were on our honeymoon! Twice in one day! Even though we’ve been attached at the hip for over 2 weeks, we must look as though we still like each other! And that must bode well for all the adventures yet to come!

G’s Highlight - Birthday present from Lem!

[nyxelenios]

MC X CHARACTER EXCEPT THEY ARENT DATING YET BUT ANYTIME THEY DO ANYTHING REMOTELY CUTE THE REST OF THE GANG STARTS PLAYING CARELESS WHISPERS ON FULL VOLUME

Btw I'm sorry if I worried you too much but I kinda wanted to take a break from my phone so i wasn't online a lot :v

-egg anon (dumb bitch anon)

*inhales*

Anisa x MC running around the market sampling all the food stalls and eateries in there, feeding each other with excitement and elation and they're just so fucking cute oh my gOD MC just fed Anisa a mixed berry cake with vanilla icing hey that cake looks suspiciously like a wedding cake now Felix and Sage are singing like cherubim but they're so off-key it hurts your ears if only there were wedding bells they could borrow from a parish nearby now where is that flower shop so they can buy flowers for the wedding

Felix x MC cuddles together on the sofa with Felix reading a book glasses perched on his nose and MC leaning on his shoulder while they cradle Stella like a baby and they're munching on snacks and they feed Felix some and Anisa and Sage are snickering behind a wall because Felix and MC look like a married couple with a kid and they look perfect they're happy Felix is happy and MC is finding Astraea comfortable with their favourite person honestly seeing MC and Felix like this makes their day and they'd want to see them happy everyday

Sage x MC heading into town to take on bounties and commissions but they get distracted by the kids at the wharf and they're so adorable and cute but they're starving and MC gives Sage the puppy eyes so they can treat the kids even for just today and Sage's heart can't take MC's puppy eyes and them carefully carrying the kids at their hips and ohhhh MC you are gonna be an amazing parent ok let's go spoil some kids for today and Felix and Anisa get worried because Sage and MC have been out too long and when they find them they're asleep underneath an old tree with the kids ohhh they're gonna be great parents now get married already

Rime x MC are bored so they decide to talk about life on Earth and it somehow comes down to Rime asking about ballroom dances and MC is elated to show Rime the waltz so they clear the study room's floor and practice while Rime hums a soft slow song that goes with the tempo of the dance and MC is entranced with Rime's voice and they've both forgotten they were in Fathom and they had other people in the tower with them who are gawking and cheering them on but they couldn't care less they just want to dance together and maybe fall in love and maybe live life again but better this time because hey they've been given another chance why not take it

*takes deep breath* I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOUR.

im so sorry this took a while wyeyeyeue still having migraines also y did this turn out sfw oh well nsfw will be served later on also issok egg anon taking breaks from gadgets and social media is healthy

— cain

[apollostears]

𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏; 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫₀︎₂︎

♘︎ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 + 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯 [ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐯 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 ]

♘︎ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲/𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬.

♘︎ 𝐰𝐜: 𝟎.𝟗𝐤

♘︎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♘︎ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: @desiray562 @gabzlovesu @reneeslay @emonaculate

「︎ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 + 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 + 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 」︎

SUGURU GETO WAS THE BIGGEST WHORE ON CAMPUS. Which was saying something considering his friend group. He didn’t have an overly high body count, but in his three years of college, he had seen his fair share of pussy. None of them lasted more than two weeks and all of them were left wanting more. But Geto never cared, he always told them straight up not to fall in love with him. And it worked for him for a while. Never seriously catching feelings for any of his hoes, until he met Y/n.

He met her through Gojo because of his connection with Wendy. Originally, he was pushing up on Jade and he almost had her until Y/n showed up to the small smoke sesh at their apartment looking fine and his focus changed. Y/n never knew about Jade and Geto’s almost happening. She just ignorantly waltzed into his life and has stayed there since the start of senior year a month ago.

“What are you doing here?”

She had approached the sleek, dark blue car with annoyance. It was three in the morning when Geto had texted Y/n that he was outside. She had on a silk bonnet, a robe and crocs when she exited the doors of her off-campus housing building. Geto had never seen her look more beautiful.

“I got hungry and thought of you.” He explained simply, shrugging his bare shoulders.

Geto wore a black muscle shirt with black sweatpants, a plain gold chain and some slip ons.

The girl had scoffed but found herself entering the sports car with no further explanation. He knew food was her weak spot and was a guarantee in getting her to go anywhere.

Silence filled the car for a while as Y/n took a moment to fully wake up, drowsiness staying in her bones. Pulling up to the 24 hour dumpling restaurant, Geto escorted her inside before sitting at the booth by the window.

The two partners placed their orders. Well, Geto placed Y/n’s order and his own, and then they waited as riria., a Japanese artist, played throughout the eatery.

While Y/n would be lost in thought, Geto would find himself staring at her in deep regard. She was an enigma to him, something he couldn’t quite understand just yet. And she was beautiful, more than what was on the surface but internally, from what he was able to discover where she wasn’t wanting to share. Geto was well aware that he should not have gotten this attached to someone he’s only supposed to share a bed with, but he couldn’t stop himself even if he tried.

“Earth to dumbass. Stop staring at me and eat.” Y/n’s voice snapped at him and brought him back to earth.

Even when she was annoyed with him, her voice was still beautiful.

Fuck, he was down bad.

“You like your food?” Geto would ask, once again watching Y/n as she ate.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she brought the chopsticks to her mouth with the dumpling on it. “You mean the food that you ordered me? Sure, it’s good.”

What Geto would fail to notice behind her sarcasm and edgy tone, was that she was well and truly fed up with him.

And when the black haired man went to speak again, Y/n snapped. “Listen, Geto you can’t be doing this.”

Geto? Since when was he Geto?

“Huh?”

“Jesus, you can’t be this dumb. We’re supposed to be on a ‘fuck-only’ basis. Not you coming at three in the morning because you’re bored. We’re not dating and we will never be dating, so stop doing shit like this. It’s fucking with my reputation and it’s bad enough I’ve been fucking with you for as long as I have.”

Truthfully, she hadn’t meant to be so loud. But Geto was failing at reading the room and she needed to be the one to teach him the lesson.

Geto had to work to control his expressions as an army of emotions marched through him. From anger, to sadness, to embarrassment, he was feeling them all.

And a simple “Okay.” was all he was able to release once the battle was done.

It was silent after that. The slurping and chewing all came from Y/n as Geto had lost his appetite. Even the smooth music did nothing to quell his rampant thoughts. His anxiety was flaring and making his neck flush red with worry. Geto’s hands gripped his sweats feverishly, his legs bouncing in syncopation. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest and the overwhelming urge to inhale a gulp of air like he couldn’t breathe, was strong. With an abrupt smack of his knee hitting the table, Geto stood and quickly left the restaurant. His back hit the paved wall on the side of the building as he quickly tried to calm himself.

Relax. Relax. Relax. He just kept chanting over and over in his head until he felt himself calm down enough that he could breathe regularly again.

The chimes on the restaurant door echoed loudly in the midnight sky and reminded Geto that he did not come here alone.

“Are you okay?” Sensing the distress radiating off his body, Y/n kept a distance from him in case he needed space.

For the sake of discussion, Geto nodded his head before straightening himself out, fishing the keys out of his pocket, Geto told her he’d pay her back for the meal and the two of them entered the car.

And as he dropped Y/n off in a hurry, one thing remained true; he had been fucking with her for too long.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. definitely a short chapter but a peek into Geto’s thoughts on reader and how her words will end up affecting their relationship.

𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @brownmochi @knjkitten @sweeneyblue1 @gabzlovesu @desiray562 @namjoonswifeyy @nyxeclipse @rubinocore @uniquelybeautiful @somerandompipzsxh @dabilovesme @histarean @hannas16 @caribbeanwifey19

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

you said you would appreciate canon x canon requests too, then jamil x azul general relationship headcanons, maybe? these 2 are so underrated it should be illegal🚶

I don’t see a lot of Azul x Jamil! I think that’s probably because Kalim x Jamil is more popular, but I can see the appeal of both ships.

Gosh, I wrote a ton for this—

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Azul and Jamil are considered the big-brained power couple of NRC—but their relationship isn’t like your conventional romance at all! It’s a weird love-hate kind of thing.

They do love each other, but they’ve got too much pride to outright say it. Instead, they resort to psychological tactics to back the other into a corner. After all, “love is war”, and the loser is he who confesses first!

Neither are the type to engage in showy public displays of affection. They tend to maintain their professionalism around others, and save their bickering for behind closed doors.

Speaking of bickering, they do that a ton...! They don’t insult each other; their words are more like half-compliments that they never fully commit to. (“My, Jamil-san, have you done your hair differently today? Fufu, it suits you.” “... What do you know about hair? You always sport the same cut every day.” translation: “Wow, that looks good on you.” “You look good too, even if you don’t wear anything differently.”)

They’re both busy lads, so whenever they do find slots of time when they’re both free, they relish it. Azul and Jamil practically collapse into one another’s arms!

They walk to and from class together, of course!!

They’re the kind of couple that always fights for the bill and get super competitive about it; yeah, they could split the cost evenly or divide it up by who ordered what, but they both want to flex a little by paying the bill in its entirety.

This duo’s not that outdoorsy! The ideal date for them is a board game night (preferably one based on strategy!) with snacks, followed by cuddles.

Whenever they argue, both have a tendency to get passive aggressive (especially Jamil)... but even when they’re upset, somehow their hands always manage to find one another. It’s a little odd to walk in and see Jamil and Azul holding hands whole also glaring at the other!

They have very different preferred dance styles, but they still try to teach the other about what they love! Jamil picked up waltzing and other ballroom dances pretty easily, but Azul tripped over himself many times when he attempted to break dance.

Both of them overthink and/or overprepare to meet the other’s parents. Like, Azul spends forever finding the right outfit to wear, while Jamil looks for seashells to incorporate into his hair. They both study up on one another’s cultures and customs, too (that way, they can really impress their folks)!

The twins constantly point and laugh at Azul, while Kalim is very supportive! He always wants to hear about their dates, or what Jamil loves about Azul.

... Azul and Jamil like to complain to each other about their problem children!! (*side eyes Jade, Floyd, and Kalim*)

Between the two, Azul is the more affectionate one. He lays it on thick with his compliments, and he loves nothing more than snuggling up to Jamil after a long, hard day of work!

He also likes to show his love by showering Jamil with gifts! There’s no limit to how much Azul will spend if it means earning a small smile from his boyfriend.

He becomes a master at squishing bugs because he knows they freak Jamil out plus they’re just bad for business at an eatery.

Whenever Jamil happens to drop by the lounge, Azul sweetens him up with a platter of appetizers or a drink. “It’s on the house,” he’ll insist with a polite smile.

Azul’s not into sports, but when he’s able, he makes an effort to attend Jamil’s basketball games. (He tries to pass it off as coming to support Floyd, though... He just happens to have this extra water bottle for Jamil!)

Azul loves to do Jamil’s hair for him (even though he usually relies on magic for that). He uses a special comb made from whale bone to brush it, then scatters pearls, coral, and seashell-laden accessories to make Jamil all pretty~

Jamil has a harder time communicating his affections. His compliments tend to come off as back-handed or half-hearted, so be tends to find other ways to show his love—namely via actions, like doing domestic work.

For the most part, he’s stoic and keeps a straight face, but Jamil is also able to support Azul during his moments of weakness and low self esteem. Jamils stays by Azul’s side until his tears have dried up and he has fallen asleep in his lap.

He takes on the role of primary cook. Jamil takes a lot of pride in showing off his culinary skills, and he enjoys sharing recipes from his homeland with Azul. He especially finds it cute when Azul’s face gets red and puffy from the spices but he’ll never say that out loud.

Jamil takes the time out of his day to help Azul exercise and keep in shape. That means lots of private flying lessons (and shouting in the sky) together!!

Whenever he’s home, Jamil seeks out antiques and rare coins at the local markets as gifts for Azul. He’ll act all casual about it when he hands them over, though. (“I happened to see this and thought of you. Since I purchased it already, you should add it into your collection.”)

Jamil gets very, VERY embarrassed whenever Azul praises him or so much as refers to him by a pet name. He just retreats into the recesses of his hoodie and pulls the strings so tight that it completely hides his face. Jamil will stay like that until his face has cooled down.

[awholelotofladybug]

Reservations: A Stammering Adrien AU Moment

Based on this AU.

Chloé and her parents are out of town. Not wanting her squad to miss out on a good time, she makes reservations for them at an exclusive eatery. However, when the squad gets there, they run into a little problem

Sabrina: What do you mean you won't let us in?! 

Maitre D: *with his nose turned up* As I said before, this is a very exclusive restaurant. Nobody can simply waltz in. 

Aurore: Come on! You're kidding me! 

Marc: We have reservations. 

Maitre D: Correction, Chloé Bourgeois had reservations for a party of four, and none of you are Chloé Bourgeois. 

Mireille: This was her gift to us. 

Maitre D: Sure it is, and I'm the famed Parisian superhero, Chat Noir. 

Sabrina: Oh, don't believe us,eh? *calls Chloé* Hello, Chloé, we're having trouble with the Maitre D. *hands it to him* It's for you. 

 Maitre D: Hello? *hears angry ranting on phone* Oh, Ms. Bourgeois! Oh, well, I can explain...*listens to more of Chloé's ranting* Oh, no! Not at all! *even more of Chloé's ranting* No no no, no need to get your father involved. I'll let your friends in. Au Revoire. *hangs up and squeamishly lets them in*

Sabrina: *smirks* Merci Beaucoup, Monsieur. *leads the squad inside*

[crowsent]

Instead of Dating Older Women, Akira Just Continually Accumulates Older Sister Figures

ohya is the fun older sister that looks at the rulebook and decides to take it out back and shoot it. the older sister who takes akira out on a fun night in shinjuku to different eateries and shit. the older sister whom akira is reasonably sure is breaking at least one law at all times but he aint no snitch so he just goes along with it. the older sister that very unsubtly gives akira insider information about the media because the PTs are dependent upon their public image so they can use the current vibe to assess their options and react accordingly. the older sister who very jokingly offers akira her drink but will chide him if he tries to take it bc “youre still a minor goddammit”. the older sister who cajoles akira into being less serious and take fun while he can because hes still so young and he cant be spending all that time doing PT stuff. the older sister that akira sometimes has to pry out of a bar stool babbling about nonsense. the older sister who will not hesitate to tell the other PTs about some embarrassing stories she managed to wring out of akira.  the older sister who will straight up verbally demolish any idiot dumb enough to accost akira at the bar because thats her fucking bro youre talking to show some respect before i beat some manners into you.

kawakami is the responsible older sister that acts more like a mother figure but gets mad when you jokingly call her mom. the older sister that seems to have some kind of fucking radar tuned in to akiras bullshit and sends texts every now and again reminding akira that “you have class tomorrow. dont stay out too late” and when he shows up the next morning with eyebags darker than sin kawakami doesnt say anything but akira can just feel her disappointment. lets him sleep in class though. but only if he keeps his grades up. otherwise, akira better be prepared to answer a fuckton of questions. the older sister that, if akira hired her as a maid and there’s time to spare, busts out the tutoring face and helps akira catch up on the lessons he missed. the overworked older sister who would just roll her eyes whenever her “akira is doin something shady” radar goes off and pretend to not see akira waltzing around town in a hoodie during the months hes supposed to be handling “family business” and makes excuses when the other shujin students see him.

takemi is the scary older sister who seems to know exactly what kind of stupidity akira is getting into and as soon as he pops his head in her clinic you bet your ass takemi is sitting in her seat, cross-legged, with a very unsubtle eyebrow raise that make beads of sweat run a marathon down akiras back. she doesnt hesitate to tear him the fuck apart when she spots a bruise that healing spells couldnt completely fade away. akira has to take care of his body or hell get a stern lecture from takemi about the importance of ones health and safety. plus she makes him medicine specifically designed to alleviate fatigue and pain that tastes absolutely horrendous. akira knows she does it on purpose too, because theres this glint in her eye when she makes him drink. the scary older sister that point-blank threatens the other PTs to keep watch over their martyr of a leader because she refuses to lose him. the scary older sister that totally did not cry like a little baby when sojiro brings akira to her after his interrogation completely battered. the scary older sister that kept the cactus akira gave her on her desk so she can look at it from time to time.

[jichulichu]

collection, featuring a irl's guy, @dedsec-pony's ytra and nyarty, and @fuwaketsuu-blog's magus

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

So you were seeking AU ideas. How about a bunch of the Miraculous users running successful eateries, like the Lucky Bug Bakery, or the Cataclysm, where they throw things together that shouldn't actually work but god it tastes delicious. Patient Turtle teahouse. That sort of thing.

CUTE! I LOVE IT! 

They’re all rivals in a way but they’re also all friends.

All of the miraculous holders run the bakeries, Fu was the previous owner of the Patient Turtle Teahouse, before retiring and giving it to Nino.

HoneyBee’s is ran by Chloe Bourgeois, ex heiress after Mayor Bourgeois was arrested for embezzlement, it’s a tea shop that is owned by Pollen, who took Chloe in. Chloe is very grateful and does her best despite the occasional asshole who waltzes in that she can’t stop herself from picking a fight with. It’s known for its amazing and authentic honey.

Open Skies Dining is a barbecue place ran by Kagami Tsurugi, she used to work under her mother’s food cooperation “Ikari Gozen” but quit to go on her own

Timeless Teashop is another tea place just in front of HoneyBees owned by a slightly senile lady with white messy hair and penchant to ramble named Fluff. Alix works there part time and likes to visit Honeybees to say hi to Chloe on her shifts. It’s Alice and wonderland themed.

[poligrothepoli]

Hi!

I’m a Politoed, but I’m not the typical one, you see. You may be wondering, how did I become one, even after being a Poliwhirl and Poliwrath all these years? Let me tell you a story.

It all started when I was born in a large, flowing river surrounded by other Poliwags several years ago. From there in Kanto, I migrated to Johto and found myself in a lake they called the Lake of Rage where a bunch of other Poliwags gathered around. One of the hikers stopped by the Lake, so I flung my tail and splashed water all over his face. I was the ANGRIEST Poliwag that had ever swam in those very waters. He took off, then a couple of minutes went by and the park ranger arrived with his net to catch any Polis that splashed water. I got out of the water and fled to a remote area before he could even catch me. When I arrived in Mahogany Town, I constantly honked car horns, found a secret entrance to Team Rocket HQ and screamed, causing a public disturbance. I flung my tail and destroyed everything in my path until I found some candies beside a faux Gastly machine.

At this point, I was disguised as a Gastly and made myself in a good hiding spot when grunts arrived so they wouldn’t know that I was in there. It was a successful attempt. A few years later, I found myself training in the Gym when no one was around. A trainer wanted to make his Pokemon stronger, so he headed over and discovered me, making use of the punching bags I hung for my training. Of course, he introduced himself to me, and we became friends. His name was Fries. He was an object from Goiky in the form of a cup of six french fries that went stale every decade, and he was a nation with some sort of dark side. He then introduced me to his Mankey, an adorable ball of fury who was three months my junior. We talked for thirty minutes, and then he pulled out a PokeBall, inviting me to his Pokedex, so I gladly accepted. I ended up becoming his favorite Pokemon, and his first buddy.

A couple more years later, we were in the Free Food HQ with some of his friends. There was Puffball, the adorable pink fluffy pom-pom who flew wherever she went, Yellow Face, who looked like a horribly drawn emoji, and Eraser, who was anything but a bundle of joy, and had a persisting fear of pentagons. Then there was Foldy, who was always irritable with pretty much everyone around her, Marker, the DIRT lover, Bell, the swinging little bundle of joy sporting a long, stretchy string, and Stapy, who was a public nuisance. Everything carried on as normal, when we heard a knock on the door. It was a couple of custom made Pokemon, but behind them was the most unexpected guest, EVER. He was a permanently evolved blue froglet, with a swirlie that went counter-clockwise, and sported very mean looks. He was here to raid the team’s HQ and FORCEFULLY EVOLVE ME. I carried on until I saw that very face.

His name was Poliwhirl.

At this point, I was doomed to escape to the furthest room possible. He found that room, and grabbed me. I was placed in an evolutionary machine, feeling overpowered. I got out of there, and he pinned me down, taking out my swirlie and replacing it in the way of his direction. I evolved, and changed. I started to rebel more, and became even angrier. A week later, I had evolved my disguise into a Haunter. This attitude has stayed with me since. A couple of years later, I was forcefully evolved into a Poliwrath after his evolutionary partner found out about what I’d just done to a Jolteon.

I forcefully evolved her into a Poliwrath, and I made it permanent.

It was like this for four years, with a two-year gap as a Politoed, and then I went back to my Poliwhirl phase. One day, as a Poliwrath, I went on a shopping spree at Poliwhirl Mall, stopping by major department stores and the famous PoliDojo. Miles away in Johto, a green frog retraced my footsteps from where I waltzed into Kanto with a lily pad I picked up along the way during my Poliwag days. He discovered my little oasis and went on a long manhunt. Meanwhile, at the mall, I got a little carried away with my shopping spree and ended up in the cafeteria. While placing my order, I walked over to the back, where there was a slide. Nobody knew how the slide got there. Maybe it was a part of where workers first built the mall, or kids wanted to have it incorporated into the huge eatery so they could play.

I walked over past the slide, and there I laid eyes on the thing of all things that I dreaded the most. That GREEN FROG was there, locking eyes, and PROCLAIMED LOUDLY TO EVOLVE ME! He declared that I had three seconds to get to the nearest machine and evolve, and if I didn’t do it, he’d force me in there plus what I would get tenfold. THREE SECONDS AND FORCE EVOLUTION WOULD HAPPEN. So I refused to comply, because I thought that was morally wrong. Of course he decided to force his way into the mall and run to the nearest elevator to pursue me, because that was what you were supposed to do when you didn’t get your way, right? Everyone knew who he was, and he was a happy-go-lucky frog until he showed his true colors.

This was a green frog with a yellow chin, hands and toes, a unique swirlie, rosy cheeks, a blue curly hair-like ahoge sticking out, and the dreaded red eyes that would illuminate like the dark when provoked. This was whoever tried to decide my evolutionary choices whenever he felt like it. He sprinted as if he was in an Olympic marathon through the 61st (and topmost) floor with the meanest looks and the most nefarious grin that nations had ever seen. I jumped out of the window, breaking every shard of glass and landed on top of the roof of the 59th floor. I took off and there he was, standing in my path. I told him to get out of my way, and he didn’t budge. He grabbed me to the nearest machine and things went downhill from there. He pulled out another yellow swirlie, and glued it on me like it was a sticker, then pinned me down. He watched as I evolved, and no one was there to get me out of this nightmare.

He was Politoed, and he enjoyed watching me get stripped of my Fighting typing.

Anyways...

I’m horrible at drawing backgrounds, so I found the closest wallpaper I could find and made it the background.

[paper-whales-writes]

Left Behind - Part 3

A/N: IT’S FINALLY HERE!! 

Pairing: Mal x Reader

Word Count: 2,475

Requested By: A hell of a lot of people

You, alongside the rest of Uma’s crew, are sat inside Ursula’s eatery. All eyes transfixed on the TV screen that is displaying the Royal Cotillion live. After giving Uma the inkling to use a love potion on Prince Ben, you are keen to see whether she will potentially use your plan over one of her own.

“Uma better get one up on Mal.” you grumble under your breath; hands gripped around the chipped mug filled with dark dregs of coffee.

“She will Y/N. Uma is nothing but a crafty lass - if anyone can tear down Mal, it’ll be ‘er.” Harry replies, drumming his hook along the wooden surface of the bar.

“I sure hope so, Harry.” You sigh.

The screen is bright: awash with colours, fabrics and fashions that you and all those trapped on the Isle could only dream of. All of them, dancing and smiling; looking well fed and healthy. Unlike everyone in the room of the eatery: gaunt children fed on scraps; with hollow cheeks and intense gazes. Children who have to fight for everything they have. So, seeing the decadence and opulence played on a screen in front of you… it’s enough to make your blood boil.

Yet, it’s not just yourself who’s watching the screen with gritted teeth – most people in the eatery are. Even Gil. Who usually smiles through any pain… or at least tries to? But instead of trying to lift everyone through it, Gil is just slumped over the bar like Harry and yourself. It’s enough for you to pat his hand in lightly – the most affection the Isle will ever permit you to give.

“Are you okay, Gil?” you ask lightly.

He turns away from the TV to look back at you; complete with a small, dejected smile. “I guess I am, Y/N. It’s just… seeing it all on the TV.”

“I know Gil, I know. It never gets any easier. Being punished for a crime we did not commit.”

He nods along with you; placing his hand over yours. “But at least we are a team now. Right?”

“Right!” You reply, squeezing your joined hands.

Harry nudges you both; drawing your attention away from Gil and back to the TV. The announcer is proudly announcing the arrival of Mal – to which everyone in the eatery groans. Soon the disgusted huffs and groans are broken by a laughing splutter. Turning in slight shock, you are confronted by the sight of Harry nearly falling off his stool laughing.

“What even is that dress?! She looks like a failure of a bloody rainbow!”

Harry starts to cackle, hand slipping on his hook ever so slightly. “Why would you ever pair orange, blue and purple? I thought Evie had more fashion sense then that!”

As you smirk over at Harry, you notice many of the eateries’ other patrons are smiling and chuckling at Harry’s outbursts. But you can’t deny that Mal looks like a fashion disaster.

“I was expecting her to look prettier. She never particularly cared about looking pretty – but she would never willingly let herself look stupid.” You murmur, sobering up from your laughter.

“That’s what love does to you.” Harry intones.

With in seconds, the comments have stung – rubbing salt into your still open wounds. Was it obvious to everyone then? That you were head over heels for her; yet she barely felt a thing? Almost as if your relationship was a strategic move on her part, to get your brains and knowledge? To use against all her and her mother’s enemies? Maybe so, maybe not. But even so, it’s pretty clear that the years you spent as her companion – even just as friends – meant next to nothing as her.

As your facial expression hardens, Harry notices and seems to wince slightly. “Sorry, Y/N.”

“An apology from Harry Hook? Am I dreaming?” You laugh, having to brush off your stinging wounds with the ever-present blanket of apathy.

“Guys, it’s Ben and he’s with… Uma?”

From the sound of Gil’s confused voice, you and Harry turn away from each other and turn your gazes to the TV screen. There she is, Uma, arm in arm with Prince Ben and waltzing among the princes and princesses of Auradon. Doing you all proud.

The next hour or so is spent watching the events of the Cotillion. All with ‘oos’ and ‘ahhs’ as you watch Uma battle it out with Mal in their super-sized forms.

“Did you know that either of them could do that?” Harry asks you.

“Not. At. All.” You breathe, slightly awed at the majesty of both your ex-girlfriend and best friend’s powers.

But soon, the battle is over. Mal returns to the deck of the ship alongside cheers and shouts of being Auradon’s hero; while Uma delves down into the ocean’s depths. The former registers to you first; causing anger to surge through your veins. As if Mal gets to be the hero… even though she had the same plan that Uma did when she first came to Auradon. Yet, with Harry’s tight grasp on your arm, Uma’s disappearance dawns on you like a fresh wave of despair.

“Do you think she can get back?” You breathe.

“I don’t know…” Gil trails off, before Harry starts to pace.

“We have to find her, what if she can’t get back…” He mutters, over and over.

Standing up, you steer him to look at you, hands grasped firmly on his shoulders. “Harry, calm down. Let’s work out a plan, we can think of something. At the very least, you two start to look for her and I will deal with the crew and all these politics. Okay?”

He looks at you, desperate for anything rope to cling onto. “Okay.”

“Now go bring our girl home, no one in this crew gets left behind.”

--

The barrier is coming down. That's all you have been informed of, before being crushed in hugs from Uma, Gil and Harry. "We did it, Y/N! We did it!" Their celebrations cause a smile to light up on your face. When you were told of the boys' plan to find Uma, you happily stayed behind to look after the crew and maintain the territory. It was a task that didn't need all three of you, even though you were miserable away from all your friends. But not only have your boys found Uma, they've also managed to dismantle the political barrier of Auradon's distrust. "I'm so proud of you all!" You squeal, burying your yourself deeper into the group hug. "Come on, we need to get ready for it. We're saying goodbye to this barrier in style!" Almost like clockwork, Uma's command is enough to spur the crew to action. While members of the crew flock to spruce the ship up, Uma's hand grasps your shoulder as she tugs you towards her. "Not you. You've done enough work while I was away. We're getting new clothes." "New clothes?" You question, raising your brows. "Yes, no hesitating. Evie has given us fabric and supplies to work with... So no complaining! If Mal's going to be there when the barrier comes down, we're going to show her what she's missing out on." "Uma... I don't know." "Come on, Y/N! We both know how to sew!" Uma exclaims excitedly, squeezing your shoulder in encouragement. "Sails and tattered clothes, Uma. Not dresses." "Oh come on Y/N, you sew up wounds all the time! How can a dress be much different?" "They're wildly different, Uma! Can't we just go to Dizzy with this?" Uma sighs, stalking over to a chest that was brought upon deck when they returned. "How can you trust Dizzy with these?" She beckons you towards her. Inside the box is a cacophony of fabrics - edgy and bold just like the Isle. Uma's fingers are already itching towards a teal fabric that just screams 'open ocean'. Like a moth drawn to the flame, you start to root through the fabric until you find a lavender fabric, streaked through with silver strands and lace. Instantly, your attention is hooked. "You like it? Take it, it's yours. No strings attached." Meeting her eyes, you struggle to comprehend it. No one has given you something out of the goodness of their heart - even your place on this crew was procured through hard working and even being a snitch. Yet now, Uma is willing giving you something. "Thank you, so much." You breathe, throat clogged with emotions. The fabric is soft to the touch and with that, you're sold on Uma's idea. "Well, we better get sewing." You say meeting her eyes with a smile - You stand behind Uma, practically beaming as she sings to Mal. Somehow, some kind of magic maybe, has allowed all voices to carry across the space between the Isle and the shores of Auradon. You're still quite prickly over the fact she and Mal have seemingly buried the hatchet sometime their shared adventure. But maybe it's time to forgive Mal? She has ended up doing the right thing, even if it has taken longer than it should've. Well, that question can be answered when you'll inevitably see her... Singing along to the chorus of excited voices, you follow the others - through the cobbled streets of the Isle; across the barrier and all the way to Auradon. Even you know the barrier will no longer be in place - it's what you're all celebrating, of  course - there was still a prickle of fear within you when it came to crossing from the Isle and onto the adjoining bridge. Nothing happened. Actually no, something did happen. You surged onto the bridge and into a celebratory dance with even more vigour than before. Yet, as all things do, the dance ends. With citizens from both ends of spectrum mixing together: talking, laughing and introducing themselves. A new life being made. As you gaze around at those in the crowd, your eyes land on Harry trying to give his beloved captain a kiss, causing you to grin from ear to ear. As soon as you joined the crew, you knew there was chemistry between those two - heck, even before then! But being in their close circle really allowed you to see it. Given time, those two can create their own love story that will rival even Ben and Mal's. Just as you start to walk over to them all, a hand shoots out to grasp your arm. While you flinch in reaction, the voice that sounds right behind you makes that flinch encapsulate itself into a grimace. "Can I talk to you?" You can see Uma's gaze shooting to you, concern dancing across her dark eyes. With a small smile, you nod at her, signalling that you are okay. Then, and only then, do you turn to face Mal. "I feel like this conversation has been overdue, don't you? Especially in light of recent events." "I agree." There is silence between you as you both walk away from the celebrations. Almost as if Mal is struggling to start her spiel of apologies and what else she's planning to spit out of her mouth. It's fun to see her struggle. Usually so suave, confident and powerful; yet now silent and cowering. "Look, Y/N. I don't really know what to say." Her works are stunted, awkward. So far away from your last conversation. "An apology for leaving me behind? For forgetting me? For moving on without me so, so quickly?" You smile dangerously at her. "I-" "Thing is Mal, I honestly thought we were still dating when you left. You never told me that we weren't. The only way I knew we were not was I saw you and Ben, kissing and making undying promises to each other." She bites her lip and from over her shoulder you can see Ben watching the both of you intently. There's no way the pair of you could ever repair anything you ever had, that's crystal clear now, even a cobbling a friendship back together would be near impossible. "I, I -" "Save it, Mal. An apology isn't genuine." Turning away, you start to stalk your way over to Uma and your crew. Your friends.on your way, you pass the rest of the Core Four who stare at you in sadness. "Don't give me your pity." You snarl as you pass, "Go back to your party." With your anger, you end up finding yourself standing on the shore of Auardon. Glaring venemously past the silhouette of the Isle and to the horizon beyond. The only way to get away from all of it is to go somewhere else: where you don't have to see any of their faces or be held accountable for anyone else. "Y/N!" Your name is called by a cacophony of voices: Mal, Uma, Harry and all of the rest of the Core Four including Ben. You merely stare at them all, a brow raised. "Y/N, I am sorry! I really am! You were just a victim of my selfishness - I was stuck in my own head, my own life... I forgot that other people depended on me. I'm so sorry, I never wrote and I never got back in contact... most of all, I caused you so much pain. I'm so, so sorry!"" Mal's voice starts to break, and she forces herself to take a breath to maintain her composure. "I know that I will be probably apologising for the rest of my life. But please, can we be friends? Come to Auradon and blossom into what you always wanted to be. Please, stay and let me make it up to you." Biting your lip, you struggle to formulate a reply. In this time, Evie also breaks her way into the conversation. "All of us are sorry Y/N, we left you. With the knowledge of what the Isle is - was - like and we still did it anyway." Jay and Carlos nod along, eyes intent on you. "Can you forgive us?" There. The million-pound question. Breathily, you run your hand through your hair before stealing yourself up to reply. "It will take me a long time to forgive you. But I will try." They all visibly relax. "But, I can't heal on the Isle or in Auradon." "Y/N?" Uma questions, walking towards you slightly. "I need to get away from here, find out who I am. Please understand." They all nod and, as if there is a switch within you, you feel yourself lighten. Smiling, you turn back towards the waves lapping gently on the shore. Gazing, in anticipation, out at the new horizon beyond. Your horizon. Your future. In which you won't just be the sum of your parents or the one that they left behind.

[thewreckkelly]

A Rose by Any Other Name ……. 

Eric Bogle tells a nice story about an incident of gentle, strange and funny behaviour on the Fuengirola Paseo some years ago.

This seasoned Scottish / Australian performer and writer of extraordinary anti -war ballads; The Band Played Waltzing Matilda and The Green Fields of France, (covered by everyone from the Pogues to the Fureys), was due to play six shows along Spain’s southern coast as part of a world tour in the late 1980’s and, according to the man himself, he was really looking forward to kicking back in the sun for the best part of two weeks while earning some shekels into the bargain. Upon arrival in the most southern part of this Iberian Peninsula – about ten hours before being due to play the first gig - Eric and John Munro (accompanist guitar player) headed straight to the venue, said hello’s to the promoter, hammered through the sound check before rapidly making tracks to the beach in search of something cold, intoxicating and in abundance. The first place they settled on for an aperitif of the amber nectar kind was a small café terrace that had a blinding vista of the Med and cushions on its plastic seats. Once the two troubadours had savoured and enjoyed the healing qualities only cheap ice cold beer can give in such sunny climes they attempted to engage their Camarero in conversation with the idea of extracting from him a suitable place to indulge in decent quick nosh. Predictably enough - for the time - the lad with the tray displayed a disinterested attitude and did not ‘habler’ the ‘Inglese’. However our two hungry horses were saved from the ignominy of becoming mime artists by an elderly man at a nearby table who was surreptitiously enjoying the scantily clad female passers-by while his Missus was bet into a dog-eared copy of the Daily Mail. ‘Excuse me gentlemen’, interrupted the old man, ‘did you say you were looking for somewhere good and quick to eat?’ The bold Bogle and his companion replied gratefully and collectively in the positive. ‘My wife and I enjoyed very acceptable Chinese fare yesterday which was extremely reasonable price wise’, offered the man in a cultured home counties accent, ‘if that's what you chaps are after’ ‘Sounds perfect’, replied Eric before turning to his mate, ‘You up for some Chinese fare John?’ Munro was indeed and proved so by enquiring quickly as to the name and location of this eatery. The old man suddenly became both pensive and perplexed. ‘I knew you were going to ask me that’, he answered after a long moment, ‘it’s only five minutes from here and the name of it is ……’

Being of a polite upbringing the two ravenous lads waited out the long pause with a composure known only to well-bred Scots / Australians. ‘A flower’, eventually came back at them as their gourmet advisor squeezed his eyes trying to remember, ‘A flower’s name ……’ ‘Lotus’, offered Eric ‘No, not Lotus’ ‘Water Lily’, the axe player tried ‘Not Lily, definitely not Lily’, the old man shook his head before opening his eyes wide, ‘a more common flower …… English …… ‘ ‘Rose’, interupted Eric with some confidence ‘That’s it’, the old man exclaimed with a degree of controlled glee before turning to address his completely oblivious wife, ‘Rose darling, what was the name of that Chinese place we dined at yesterday?’