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just-a-small-snake · 10 months

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Hello, and welcome to M*A*S*H enjoyers anonymous

Now tell us, why are you here?

(basically just a free space to talk/infodump, be free my sweet cheese)

Oooooh boy.

MASH is a show about war, but also mostly it's about people and how people react under stress. Something to note is that it's about the Korean War, but it's actually about the Vietnam War.

It's got its issues, definitely. It's not particularly respectful to Korean people despite being set in Korea. But it was the 70s so like. Idk, can't expect much. There's a lot to unpack in the way of imperialism. The show is very anti-war, but mostly focused on the Americans, which is pretty damn reductive if you ask me. There is also the misogyny and if one more person calls Major Margaret Houllihan "hot lips" I am going to throw hands. I'm not making excuses for any of this, but it's an old ass show and you can't get too hung up on it. ANYWAY, you asked about the good stuff.

The main character, Hawkeye, is this. Unhinged, sleep deprived, alcoholic surgeon who's just. Unreasonably good at his job. Despite the Horrors of War, he's still one of the kindest, most lovable people, and he only put Frank in a shipping crate one time, so it's fine. And the blood he stole was for a good cause. As was the money he stole and the one time he gaslit a guy into thinking he'd lost his mind. All for a good cause. He's so cool, he's a menace, he's a slut, he's deeply psychologically damaged, he's a little silly, he invented the principle behind Goncharov, he's even bisexual.

Hawkeye's best friend and roommate is Trapper John, fellow manwhore and prankster extraordinaire. He always makes me a little sad cause I think he's Hawkeye's best friend and Hawkeye isn't his best friend? To him, it's all temporary, and he'll get out of Korea and go back to his wife and kids and probably try to not think about any of it ever again, but Hawk's such a ride or die friend, and he depends so much on not being alone and. Fuck, man. He's just like me for real. No shit, I realized this a couple years ago, and it sent me into this huge spiral of wondering if my friends love me as much as I love them and it lasted like. Years. And then I did that thing people do where they tell other people about their feelings? Which was weird. But it was also cool and now I do not worry about that as much anymore. A little bit, because the fears never cease, but y'know. It's cool. Apparently I am also sad and lonely because I am FULLY spilling my guts here lmao. Don't read that. Fuck whatever BJ has going on, THIS is the Trapper Complex.

Also Trapper leaves like three seasons in and is replaced by Blow Job Hunnicut, who keeps saying shit like "man, I bet you sure had fun with Trapper, huh" and "boy this must be just like the good ol days with Trapper" like we get it, you're jealous. He's also deeply psychologically damaged. I don't like him so much, but I also haven't seen a lot of him yet so I guess we'll see.

Okay, now MARGARET. She's amazing. She's cool and fascinating and ALSO deeply psychologically damaged! She's a strong woman in the 50s, she's so angry all the time, she just wants some goddamn respect and also someone to hang out with her to do manicures. She has this fascinating mix of wanting to be feminine and pretty but also needing to be masculine and angry to get respect. She's a hardass, she's obsessed with the rules, she's so mad at everything all the time because she has so little control over her situation, she's just like my mother and I love her so much. She could do any man's job in that camp so much better. I like to think after the war she goes back to medical school and becomes a doctor and gets some GODDAMN RESPECT.

Also she's dating (she dumps him don't worry) this absolute schlub Frank who is. A garbage human being. He's so pathetic and funny but also like genuinely terrible and canonically homophobic. If he were in modern times he would vote for Trump. He's Mr. Patriot. He's the Yankee Doodle Doctor. He's a shit doctor. He's so funny to watch cause everyone around him is so funny and witty and good at snappy comebacks and he says shit like "ohhhh you- you- guys!! >:(" Like yeah Frank. Get em. Don't hold back. He's a real "why I oughta-" kinda guy. Apparently the actor got so much hate mail he quit the show which is honestly so mean and tragic because Frank is such a fun character. I want to watch him fail again and again and again and then cause more problems. He could call me a slur in a Walmart parking lot and I'd just laugh at him and ask him if his wife knows about his girlfriend. She doesn't.

When Frank left, he got replaced by this other guy and I have no idea what his deal is. My apologies to Charles Emerson Winchester III. People like him I guess. He seems boring next to Frank tbh.

Now lemme tell ya about Klinger. Actually lemme show you.

He's beautiful. Gorgeous. Show stopping. He started out as a bit character and the joke was that he was trying to get a section 8 discharge (sent home on the grounds of being mentally unfit to serve), but everyone loved him so much that he became a recurring character and the outfits kept getting better and it went from "haha man in a dress" to "he's a genuinely deep character and this is his coping mechanism and he is so afraid of this war. Also he's the hottest guy around and everyone knows it. Even the priest wants him carnally." Genuinely the best fucking guy. In the early seasons, the laugh track goes off every time he enters a room and it makes me so mad. Take his whimsical ass seriously.

Also I mentioned there's a priest. I'm not sure why they have a priest, but I think that was just a thing in the 50s. He's got too many names. You can find him currently in the Catholic Characters Tournament and it's funny cause the person who runs that keeps getting his names out of order. It's John Patrick Francis Mulcahy, cause they gave him one name in the movie and then changed it in the show like twice at least so. Four names. Anyway, he's the only priest I trust. He literally just wants to help people and he has no way of knowing that he's doing any real good so he wants recognition for his efforts but that goes against what he's meant to be doing, he's meant to be completely selfless, but he wants to know that he's at least doing something, otherwise what's the point. What's the point of everything he's worked for. What's the point of devoting his life to this. To these people and to his god and to being a good person. Because if he thinks of himself, if he wants anything for himself, does that not mean he's selfish? And that's bad, he can't be selfish, but he is because everyone is, that's just human nature to want to know the results of your work. Also he's convinced he's the second coming of Christ or some shit. I can't fully explain this one, but he really does think he's like. God's special little boy. Which is kinda fair, cause he gives fucking EVERYTHING to these people, to the doctors, to the soldiers, even to the enemy, because he just wants people to be okay. He wants people to stop fighting and to heal and to love one another. And he also wants someone to tell him he's doing a good job and that he's making a difference and he wouldn't believe them but it would be something. Also he wants to punch people sometimes. All the time. He could kick anyone's ass in single combat. I love him.

Am I missing anything.

RADAR!!!!! They put a child in a warzone but luckily he is hyper-competent and literally psychic. He makes me sad because he is 19 years old and he has a teddy bear and he is short and angry and eats a lot because he's a growing boy and everyone makes fun of him for having teenager behavior when he is!!!! A teenager!!!! He graduated highschool yesterday!!!!! He's the same age as me and he's in a warzone!!!!!! Get him out of there!!!!! Put him in college and let him work a boring ass fast food job like a normal teenager!!!!! And stop laughing at him for having a teddy bear!!!!!!! He's not even that short, it's just that all the guys in this show are at least 6 feet tall. Anyway, he basically runs the camp because Henry is fucking incompetent (affectionate) so yeah. This child is their commanding officer and the only one anyone respects.

Their actual commanding officer is Henry Blake. He just wants to go home and see his wife and kids again and go fishing and chill the fuck out. He's a good surgeon but genuinely a pathetic army man. But also I love him so much cause listen. He could just fuck off. We see another guy in his same rank and position who just hangs out in Tokyo the whole time making money off this shit. So despite being very afraid all the time, Henry sticks around in a shitty camp 3 miles from the front to patch up kids full of lead. He stays not out of any duty to the army, but a duty to his patients and his people, because he's a good person and a good doctor and genuinely one of the bravest people around. He could've been a coward and hid, but he stayed and he helped people and even though he knew the risks, it just never occurred to him that he could abandon his people to do it all without him. He stayed and he died and he never saw his wife and kids again and he never met his newborn son. He tells his oldest son over the phone to be good while he's gone, to stay strong and keep everything running until he comes back, and he never comes back. I am genuinely crying. Fuck. I hope he's catching the best fish at the big lake in the sky.

Anyway. I'm gonna stop before this gets out of hand. More than it has.

#sorry. you asked.#am i projecting severely onto half of these characters? thats nobody's business #mash #thank you for your service (letting me rant about this 50 year old sitcom with no particular theme)#also for context Goodbye Farewell snd Amen was the finale and its a heart wrenching tragedy of an episode. so yknow. spongedbob.

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wytfut · 5 months

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In honor of "Turk"

Found out this morning, a huge jolt to my realm, my old roommate and best man in my wedding has stage 4 inoperable/untreatable brain cancer. This isn't about me, but I'm still a student of life, and trying wrap my head around this piece of information.

Some folks may read this and become very uncomfortable. As I'm not following "normal" trends with this type of situation. I mean no harm, and actually don't believe many will actually see/read this installment, including Tom. And thats ok... Nothing wrong is being printed here.

In my opinion, tributes to the "gone/lost" are fine. But the person that is being spoken about, doesn't get to hear it, let alone in person..... maybe we should change our trendy ways and speak up while everyone is still around?

He is alive and getting therapy to learn how to get his balance back as of this writing.

And as it is.....

Tom "turk" "turkey" Kohn. His name came about due to a character on TV then who used the term Turkey a lot in his vocabulary. How ever that came about, the name stuck for years. Maybe not so much now... I've heard him called Professor recently, by others who worked with him before retirement. Later in his career, he got a job in another department.

Tom and I shared an apartment at 33rd and Vine I think for 2 and half years.

Tom started at Lincoln Hoot and Hollar construction department about 6 months after me. Fresh out of the "seabees"..

Our boss (who was terrified of climbing poles) attempted to teach Tom and another new guy how to climb .... on the job.

Couldn't keep Tom off the poles, and the other new guy, we couldn't keep on the poles. Tom was probably one of the best lines men I ever knew, and the best bucket truck operator.... nothing he couldn't do phone work wise, and do very well.

From what I remember we hit it off very well. His sense of humor just fit me. Within a few months, we got an apartment.

Tom is a Crete guy. Went to high school there. And then joined the Navy. This was back at the tail end of Viet nam... and was stationed in Thailand.

When he got out, bought a brand new 73 custard colored blazer. A very proud owner he was.

He also owned a Honda 100, and I owned a 73 Norton 850. When we'd ride together, it was sort of a Mutt and Jeff affair. He later bought a very nice, fast 74 Kawasaki Z1 900. He made up for the years lost on his toy bike.

We shared tons of info between ourselves, including beliefs, and ideas.

Probably one of the most honorable people I know. There is no way I can put myself on that same shelf.

Lots of humorous stories come to mind.

We were both pranksters. I'd throw a cold cold water surprise on him when he was in the tub. And he'd get me back. We both loved the scream of shock.

Somewhere there was Vaseline on a toilet seat.... can't seem to remember that story clearly.

Borrowed his blazer during a blizzard (1974?). I buried it in a snow bank and hand dug it out. Returned it home, and never told him. He got in a day or so later, and noted the alternator wasn't charging. Popped the hood, and the whole engine compartment was stuffed with snow and Ice..... all to ..."what the hell?...." Honestly, although very funny, I had no idea that actually happened.

Tom being shorter, I just couldn't help myself. Could be considered mean. He used to drive our boss around in a pickup. Toms job was to get the pickup and warm it up. I took blocks of wood and tapped them to the peddles, to help him reach the peddles (same thing done for little kids to reach the peddles when learning to ride a bike). Just trying to help out. He didn't really need them.... lots of laughs, and he took it in stride.

He was frequent at "lil Bo's" with his hi school buddy Dave who also was fresh out of the military. Those 2 could drink hard in those days being fresh out of the military.

One night I decided to hang out with them at Bo's, which is a scary thought, as I've always been a fly weight for drinking.... and tried to match drink for drink with them. By the time I got into the car to go home, I was blotto. Dave had drove, and it was a itty bitty Fiat, that I folded myself up to fit in the back (no seat).

We got home and Tom decides he's hungry and grabs a frying pan and what appeared to be a full bottle of oil to cook something up. By this time, I'm dizzy and wondering what I've gotten myself into. I walk by the stove looking at the bubbling smoking heated oil..... and I run for the toilet.

I was dating my Wife in this piece of time.... and eventually got engaged. Tom and I parted ways, and he moved in with Dave.... in the Meadowlane/Bethany area.

Tom was my best man, and tormented me throughout the ceremony, under his breath. I still giggle.

Tom started dating a wonderful girl from his past.... Pam, and they married. Although Toms bachelor party wasn't anything extra abnormal, I remember it well.

I can still remember bits of their wedding at the Havelock Methodist church.

From this point on to the past couple of years, we didn't stay in touch much. But would see each other at work. And everything was cool. Our paths had just separated... life moves on.

During this "vacant" period of separation, Tom got married to Pam. Bought a nice acreage south of Lincoln in the Norris school district. Raised a Son and a Daughter. Was a boy scout leader, and was on the Norris school board. He was a busy man.

Now that we are both retired, we see each other more than the past 30 years. 2 Winters ago he entrusted me to restore his old Z1, which he had kept all these years.

I was very surprised on both counts. I enjoyed the project.

He's a member of the geezers club, so we see each other fairly frequent now.

This entry is obviously missing huge chunks of a long period of time. But I feel justice, as these are hi lites remembered. I know everyone that knew Tom has their own stories, that more than likely bring a smile to their faces...

This is my Friend Tom. A best friend from years ago.

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hellothirteenhere · 3 years

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Jujutsu Kaisen x Harry Potter

I feel as though every fandom has that obligatory multichapter Harry Potter!AU. Of course, that’s not to say that our amazing writers hadn’t been writing fic within this universe. (For example, check out seadawnn’s ‘Conquest of Hearts’ - Wholesome™ Itafushi that makes me smile every time I read it.) But I’m interested in seeing how a full-blown Jujutsu Kaisen universe would be like in an alternate Harry Potter-setting. So! I’ve been thinking long and hard about how it would play out and here are my headcanons for our very own Golden Trio! Couldn’t quite place them definitively in their Hogwarts Houses, so I would love to hear your opinions on where each of them should go, as well as your own personal headcanons.

Yuuji Itadori | Gryffindor/Hufflepuff (5th Year)

Ok, so here's the thing: typical shonen protagonist conventions tells me to put Yuuji Itadori in Gryffindor. And it makes complete sense! We see that he's brave - fucking demon possesses you and all you say is "What are you doing with my body?"?. But he's also willing to admit when he gets scared, like when he first faced a Special Grade. GryffindorJock!Itadori who is the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team is a mental image I'm not willing to let go of anytime soon. However, Yuuji is also an incredibly kind individual who just wants to save other people. Hufflepuff!Yuuji is that guy who is popular with everyone at Hogwarts, he cooks meatballs in the kitchens at midnight as he talks to the house elves as though they were close friends, and he would definitely take a curse or two in order to save his friends if the situation calls for it.

Background

Yuuji grew up as a mostly normal kid. Sure, there had been strange (almost magical, somehow) instances here or there but he was an energetic enough child that it never really occurred to him to dwell on them for too long.

As long as he could remember, it was just him and his grandfather. Supposedly, Yuuji had an older brother. But for some reasons that his grandfather refuse to tell him; he had to go away when Yuuji had been very young. He doesn’t even remember what his older brother looked like. But then again, Yuuji can’t even remember what their parents had been like - so he doesn’t really feel as though there was anything lacking in his upbringing. After all, how can you miss something you never had?

On his eleventh birthday, his grandfather solemnly sits Yuuji down and tells him that he was a wizard. He was a “Pureblood” - and potentially very powerful - wizard. His grandfather had been born a squib but he had known enough to explain to Yuuji the basics of the world that his parents had once belonged to.

Imagine: “Yer a wizard, Yuuji.” “….Sweet.”

His grandfather then hands him two things:

First, a letter from some Hog-Wash-Hagwarts?? Warthog? School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that he was to attend. His parents had gone there as well to learn magic.

Second, a long, sturdy piece of polished wood. When grandfather had taken it out of its box, Yuuji had looked at the wand skeptically - almost a hundred percent sure that the entire thing was one huge joke. But his grandfather was no prankster, after all, because as soon as his fingertips touched its surface, he felt a warm glow rush into his fingertips.

According to his grandfather, the wand had been his mother’s, passed on to his grandfather for safekeeping after she had died all those years ago.

When asked about the whereabouts of his father’s wand, his grandfather’s face turned dark. It was with Yuuji’s older brother, he said. His older brother who had also been attending the same school that he would be.

Headcanons

Itadori is one of the best Defense Against the Dark Arts students of their year. He also gets great grades for Charms and, much to everyone’s surprise, Potions. A Chaotic Good™ through-and-through, Itadori tends to forget to follow the very strict instructions that Potions Master Kento Nanami wrote at the blackboard, and yet despite eyeballing the ingredients, his Potion turns out great every time. HOW? No one knows.

His dorm room is filled with Muggle posters - it just feels too weird to have a magical poster of a tall woman with a big ass greeting him every time he woke up or entered his dorm room. He learned the hard way that there is such a thing as too much of a good thing when Todo gifted him a moving poster of Jennifer Lawrence.

He tries his best to collect Chocolate Frog cards, bless his heart - but he always tend to lose them in the journey between Hogwarts and his home every summer. Little does he know that Kugisaki and Toge pilfer the ultra-rare ones that he somehow manages to pull in a semi-regular basis.

Megumi Fushiguro | Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw (5th Year)

Primarily, I want Ravenclaw!Megumi Fushiguro as an aesthetic. We already know that he likes to read non-fiction books in his spare time (babes, i love you but that is nerd behavior), and he's shown that he's very sharp and intuitive when it comes to battles. He is also very knowledgeable about the Jujutsu World. Also, pretty boy looks damn good in blue. I can just imagine Megumi as the quiet, brooding Ravenclaw who is somehow friends with every insane person in Hogwarts. However, Hufflepuff!Megumi embodies who he is as a character. He's loyal to his friends and family, selfless when it comes to protecting the others, and he's willing to work hard behind the scenes even if he doesn't get recognition for it. We also saw how Megumi was willing to be the sacrifice bunt if it meant that Kugisaki had the chance to move forward during the baseball scene.

Background

Megumi came from an aristocratic Pureblood family, the Ancient and Most Noble House of Zenin. An extremely powerful wizarding family rumored to be distant relatives of Salazar Slytherin himself. Only - his father Toji had been born a Squib who married his mother just to spite his conservative family. Much to his surprise, however, Megumi was born not only an incredibly talented wizard but also the first parseltongue of the Zenin family in years.

Professor Gojo - back when he was still an Auror and not the DADA instructor at Hogwarts - came to the Fushiguro family household after he had apprehended Fushiguro Toji or, as the wizarding world commonly knows him as: the Sorcerer Killer. Much to his surprise, he doesn't find Toji's wife nor his stepdaughter - instead, he finds tiny Megumi talking to his pet garden snake, Orochi. He ended up taking Megumi under his wing, letting him live at the Gojo family’s home and later taking him to Diagon Alley a week before he started in Hogwarts.

Gojo buying Megumi his pet owl, Nue.

No, YOU’RE crying.

Of course, the Zenin family kick up a fuss about custody. It's only Gojo's status as the strongest wizard alive - as well as his well-placed threat to make the knowledge that the notorious Sorcerer Killer had once been a Zenin known to the wizarding world - that keeps them quiet.

Headcanons

Megumi's best subject is Care of Magical Creatures - though he’s also great at Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration. Students are, by school regulations, only really allowed one (1) pet (an owl/cat/toad). And legally, Megumi has his horned owl, Nue. It is, however, an open secret within the Hogwarts community that Megumi Fushiguro walks around the castle with his pet snake Orochi wrapped around his wrist under his cloak. No one questions that Megumi arrives at Hogsmeade, conveniently trailed by the same black and white dogs every weekend. His roommates learn to turn their heads the other way when the bunnies under Megumi’s bed escape their cage.

He used the expansion charm in order to house his ever-growing collection of pets. Imagine Newt Scamander’s suitcase but, instead of a large sprawling space, it’s a cozy room filled with books and pets and pet paraphernalia.

He’s not competitive enough to play Quidditch, but he attends every game to support his friends. He also attends their practices sometimes but just sits at the pitch to read his book, do homework, or take a nap.

Half-Veela!Megumi make brain go brrrrr

Kugisaki Nobara| Slytherin/Gryffindor (5th Year)

Out of everyone, I had the hardest time placing the Kugisaki. I feel as though Slytherin!Kugisaki is the girl who dropped everything in order to go live in the city - the girl who was willing to do anything, even join a career with a high possibility of dying, just to follow her dreams. She is unapologetic about being herself, highly resourceful, and is one luxurious queen. But Kugisaki is also incredibly brave - unafraid to stand up for the girl who was being ostracized by everyone in their part of the countryside. I implore you to imagine Gryffindor!Kugisaki pulling the Sword of Gryffindor out of the Sorting Hat in order to save other people.

Background

Kugisaki is a Muggleborn who used to live in the quiet countryside. She’s an incredibly talented witch who started showing signs of magic at an early age - something that had frightened her, especially because it was clear that it also frightened her parents. She tried to suppress her abilities, trying to fit into society for a while - that is, until a girl named Saori moved in from the city.

Saori had been a Pureblood witch who had grown up in the Wizarding World. She had been the first person told Kugisaki that her magic was a blessing instead of a freak of nature or something that she had to hide. Saori talked to Kugisaki about the wonders of their world that she would one day get to take part in. She told Kugisaki about Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, and all these wonderful places that she would get to go to.

However, because they were a Pureblood family, Saori and her family did not know how to integrate within the Muggle community. Not too long after their arrival, horrible rumors about their family started spreading - that they were cultists, satan worshippers, etc. Eventually, they decided to move away from the country. Before leaving, Saori made Kugisaki promise to find each other one day and to never turn back on who she truly is.

When Kugisaki first received her letter from Professor Shoko Ieiri who mysteriously appeared in their doorstop the night of her eleventh birthday, the professor explained to her parents about magic and the wizarding - only, Kugisaki was only half listening.

Unlike her parents, she wasn’t surprised one bit - it was only a matter of time, after all, and she was finally going to get to go to Hogwarts. Surely, Saori had already graduated by the time she entered but it was definitely one step closer to finding her childhood friend.

Headcanons

Kugisaki has pretty good grades all around - but she is definitely known as the best in their year at Charms. She also has great grades at Defense Against the Dark Arts. She and Yuuji definitely almost failed History of Magic, though. They have too much energy to just sit quietly and take notes in class - especially one taught by a ghost.

Every store owner in Hogsmeade knows Kugisaki by name - and by extention, they know Yuuji and Megumi too. She has long since mastered the art of dragging her friends all around the shops and still not paying a single Knut by the end of their Hogsmeade visit. At the end of every visit, Yuuji and Megumi swears that it would be the last time and yet, every visit, she still manages to wrangle both of them into coming with her

In Potions, Kugisaki is a force to be reckoned with. Her cauldron always appeared to be on the verge of exploding and yet, somehow, a supernatural force (or by the sheer strength of her own willpower) seem to keep her from completely fucking up every time.

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Slytherin!Sukuna Ryoumen

Ex-Auror-turned-DADA-Professor!Gojo

Potions-Master-not-Professor!Nanami

Slytherin!Maki Zenin

Ravenclaw!Inumaki Toge

Hufflepuff!Panda

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youarejesting · 4 years

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BTS365 Prompts

[Masterlist] Please tag me in your work if you use my prompts. I want to see your work. Ever your Jester.

Tell me your birthday and I will tag you on your special day!

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April 16th - 22nd

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Kim Seokjin: Simile

Dressed in his best suit Seokjin entered the classroom. It was a parent-teacher interview and he was seeing you, Jungkook’s English teacher. He heard from Jungkook that you were weird-looking, all lumpy sweaters, long skirts, messy buns and big bottle-shaped glasses. Squeezing his tall frame into the desk he looked to the front of the class where you told all the children about what and how you teach their children. He thought Jungkook must have been so totally wrong to think you looked like that. You were stunning. Seokjin was almost glad for your baggy sweaters and long skirts, every now and then he saw the ghost of your figure hiding underneath. After that, you went around and discussed quietly with all the parents how each student was individually in class.

You got to him last after some major side-eyeing, I mean he was seriously handsome and you were dreading getting any closer. But everyone else had gone. “Mister Kim was it?” You asked and he held out the name tag each parent wore. “Your son is brilliant and very good at most things but he is a little bit of a prankster. And I don’t think he is applying himself seriously. I mean I asked them to write about their weekend and to include a simile and a metaphor and he only wrote one sentence. This weekend I saw a girl named Simile, but I don’t know what I metaphor (met her for*)” Seokjin started laughing. The sound was so high pitched and you felt yourself blushing.

Jin was proud.

Min Yoongi: Lookalike @anoesjkaax

Walking through the music store he saw you, dressed super cute at one of two registers. He liked that your short dark hair was in a half-up style and atop your cute little nose were a pair of black circular sunglasses. You looked cute sitting next to another young girl who was talking animatedly about her weekend. He was strolling through the aisles and was a little weirded out for a music store. It was so quiet.

“Hey, can I help you?” You asked he shook his head

“No, I am just looking?” Your coworker was quick to jump right back into her storytelling. He came back every day for a week trying to find something that piqued his interest. He learnt that every day you weren’t there the music was unbearably loud. But when it was silent you were sitting at the counter. Talking animatedly with your coworkers and customers. He had spoken a few words to you every time he came in asking where he could find certain genres and you would smile and gesture to certain parts of the store. He finally found something he thought he might like.

“Hi, just this one?” He smiled nervously hoping he didn’t seem weird for being in there all the time. He had made sure to style his hair and was wearing his nicest pair of jeans and hoodie.

“Hey have I seen you somewhere before, or do you have a lookalike” You smiled up at him causing his cheeks to grow pink if you noticed you didn’t point it out. Your coworker laughed saying that it was a terrible pickup line. He seemed to freak out some more when your coworker left you two alone going to fetch the cd. Paying with a card as you were at an EFTPOS only register. “Tell me what is that cologne you are wearing?”

“Uh can’t remember the name I got it as a gift”

“It smells like patchouli and really woodsy while still being fresh” an old man sighed

“I just want to buy this cd why aren’t you serving me? There are two registers, maybe if you weren’t sunglasses inside you would know I was waiting”

“My apologies sir, I only work the EFTPOS register as I can’t count money quick and accurately enough without a few minutes. And I promise you even if I weren’t wearing these sunglasses I still wouldn’t be able to see you as I am blind” pulling off your glasses to reveal your cloudy eyes. Yoongi laughed in relief this whole time he tried to look cool but you didn’t even care.

Jung Hoseok: Fun

“Come on, it will be fun”

“Hobi I don’t want to go on a group date it’s not my scene” he was trying to convince you to come out tonight to meet some guys because you apparently needed to get out more. But after arguing on the phone you gave in. Getting dressed, styling your hair and getting out of your casual clothes and searching in the back of your wardrobe finding a beautiful red dress and black heels. You put on makeup, something you only did for weddings. Arriving at the restaurant everyone was ordering chicken and beer.

Hoseok was late; he probably wanted to force you to talk with some of the guys before he got there, knowing you would only talk to him if he showed up early. Getting to know the guys you were drinking pretty well. They began a drinking game and you lost, they handed you a tall glass of beer but as you went to grab it a hand snatched it away you looked up to see Hoseok standing above you drinking the whole cup. He placed the glass down, grabbed you by the wrist and led you away.

“Hey what’s going on, why are we leaving you said I had to get out more” You whined getting annoyed from being dragged around you ripped your arm from his grip and stopped “I don’t understand”

“I didn’t mean like this, do you know how freaking amazing you look right now” He turned to face you he was towering over you even though you were in heels.

“What is your problem this was your suggestion”

“My problem is this” He kissed you full on the mouth pressing you against the wall, his hands in your hair.

Kim Namjoon: Good

With a hand over your heart, you took a few steps into the warehouse. His nickname was the monster and from the stories you had heard, it was a fitting title. He had a nasty habit of killing people, but that was literally his job so what did you expect? You were hiring a hitman, you had the money in a bag and you had no remorse. Walking into the warehouse you were led to an office upstairs by some of his henchmen, they patted you down looking for weapons and opened your bag to see the money before sending you up.

Namjoon leaned forward in his seat, he knew he was meeting with a woman who was asking him to do a job but he didn’t expect someone so… Colourful. You had a sky blue dress and you looked absolutely stunning. Like the daughter of some rich suburban father. You didn’t look like you had seen any struggles.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I would like you to kill someone for me” You gestured to the bag his henchmen took it and began counting out stacks. Before nodding to him to say it appeared all there.

“Tell me why would a nice young lady like you, come to a guy like me?”

“Look I just want the job done?” You hissed, “Can you do it?”

“Of course there ain’t no one better?” He smiled “Who is the unlucky fellow?”

You handed him an image and he sat up straighter confused. “Do you have a twin?”

“No.” You said “I am paying you to kill me, it’s your job to get it over with. I paid”

He pulled out a firearm from the top draw of his desk and cocked it aiming directly at you, he walked over to you watching you watch him. You were tense, eyes glassy, lip trembling. He frowned you looked so helpless and he hated seeing you scared. Pressing the gun under your chin, pushing your head up and kissing you slowly. “Sweetheart why would I kill someone who tastes so good”

Park Jimin: Chance

What are the odds that two babies were born in two adjacent rooms in a hospital? Those two children went to the same daycare. That they were friends in primary school and enemies in High school. That their desks were right beside one another. That they both applied for the same university. She wanted to study music and he wanted to study dance. That they both got approved to live in the same apartment. What is the possibility that during their time in university they never once addressed their growing love and desire for one another? The day they went their separate ways felt like the whole world was crumbling down around them. With their careers taking off they never thought they would meet again.

You were the music producer for an upcoming performance. It was going to be huge. And after a year of making show-stopping numbers, you were coming to see how it was going. Working beside the conductor explaining how each piece should feel. “This one should be like your running out of time; it's about not wanting to lose the one you love and being desperate to hold on. So the violins will run fast, getting faster and faster until they falter it falls silent and then it picks up on the cello, deep and rising bringing all the instruments back.”

“Hey, that was perfect, do you think you can do it again but this time with the ribbon in your hand. You are supposed to be clinging on to love here and that’s the symbol”

You watched the dancer and smiled, they weren’t facing the audience so you couldn’t tell much about them but they moved so elegantly and familiarly. Leaning back you headed over to the choreographer Hoseok who smiled.

“Everyone meet the music producer for the show, we have to make her proud because it is such a beautiful score.” Your eyes met and you couldn’t help his name slipping past your lips and he couldn’t stop his feet from striding forwards until you were in his arms. You went in for a hug but were surprised by his lips on yours. He held your face sweetly in his hands and moaned ever so softly into your mouth. “Jimin what are you doing, I am sorry about him he is a little flirtatious, he is sorry”

Hoseok had tried to pull Jimin away and you grinned at Jimin’s love-struck face, rushing forward to pull him into a kiss of your own. What are the chances the two of you fell madly in love? That you got married. That you had children and grandchildren and lived happy long lives.

Kim Taehyung: Pyjamas

Your roommate was holding a house party, you weren’t particularly fussed with the festivities preferring to lock yourself in your room. There had been multiple attempts at your door by drunk couples but you called them through the door to leave. The problem was, you were getting hungry. Sliding out of your room making sure to lock the door behind you, you didn’t want to return to horny young adults going at it on your clean sheets. Walking through the party you dodged people until you arrived at the kitchen.

Everything had been raided from the fridge. About to complain you saw a young man looking bored. He was super handsome, you ordered pizza-making specific requirements to deliver it to your bedroom window. Sending through an exact map of how to get to it from the driveway. The handsome man was cornered by a girl who brought him a drink, he looked super uncomfortable and after she had turned away he tipped it down the sink. He politely tried to refuse her and you laughed walking over. She eventually left him alone when her favourite song came on.

“Hey you look miserable” you laughed “You look really comfortable for a party”

“Thanks, these are my pyjamas, I am not at this party, I am just the roommate, I have been hiding in my room, I came out to get something to eat but everything is gone so I ordered pizza,” You said still trying to search for any of your hidden snacks. “You look like you're pretty popular with the girls, is that why you come to parties?”

“No, My friends they drag me here” he sighed

“You want to eat pizza with me, it will be quieter and I got a small tv we could probably watch a movie until the party is over” He nodded following you and as you stepped into the room together he hummed.

“You wouldn’t have a spare set of pyjamas, someone spilt beer on my pants earlier and it smells really bad?”

Jeon Jungkook: Astronaut

“Jungkook, I got to take your daily observations, come on” he sighed, following you to the tiny infirmary he sat on the seat and you took his blood pressure, his heart rate, respiration rate, the oxygen levels temp and more. He removed his shirt and you paused staring at his chest raising the stethoscope.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good”

“Is Everything going well with sleeping, eating, toileting and emotionally and mentally?”

“Yes, yes, yes, no and no”

“What’s up?” You listened to his breathing up and down his back and then his chest.

“It’s lonely up here but I am just really frustrated and there is nowhere to vent you know?”

“You can vent to me,” you said and he choked and you heard his heart skip a beat. Noticing his bright red ears it clicked “oh you mean to vent, vent gotcha, okay well I mean do you need help?”

“Y/n!’

“I meant we could request a facetime call with like a stripper or something maybe in their next supplies they can send up a toy or something, why does it feel like I have walked in on you masturbating but I am like your mother”

“Oh god don’t say that, you're making it weird, now I really can’t vent”

“I’m sorry how can I help, I know it’s a little unorthodox but I did part of my internship at a sperm bank, I can help you if you need, it would be one hundred percent a medical procedure it would mean nothing and it would release some happy endorphins”

“What if I want it to mean something” you paused for a second before kissing him without a care.

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nicodigiovanni · 4 years

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DOMENICO DI GIOVANNI ( CODY CHRISTIAN ) is a 17 year old JUNIOR student at Broadripple Academy. HE is originally from LOS ANGELES but moved to Broadripple A YEAR ago. HE is DRIVEN and RESOURCEFUL but can also be ENVIOUS and DECEITFUL.

BASICS

Name: Domenico Di Giovanni

Age: 17

Grade: Junior

House: Malleray

Cabin Room: 2, Junior Cabin

How long have they been at Broadripple: a bit more than a year

Where are they from originally: Los Angeles

Extra curricular: Soccer Team Captain, Swim Team member, Buddy Program

CHARACTER AESTHETICS

Untucked shirts and loose ties, worn sneakers, board shorts and athletic shirts, hair that are ‘fashionably’ messy, a fake rolex, sunglasses to hide bloodshot eyes, sundown on the ocean, an eagle as a coat of arm, a whisper in your ears, an old camera, handwriting that looks a lot more like hieroglyphs than actual English, the sweet exhaustion after intense training, an adrenaline rush, the roar of a Ducati, the tension of sneaking out at night, a golden cross necklace, a swiss-army knife as a keychain, a bonfire on the beach, a room that looks like a tornado has just been there, a tangle of athletic medals, a stack of movie posters, a zippo lighter because, come on everyone knows they are cool.

TRAITS

Positive Personality Traits: ambitious, driven, resourceful, playful, friendly, brave, loyal to his friends, passionate, open minded,

Neutral Personality Traits: competitive, nostalgic, emotional, stubborn, guarded, prideful, materialistic

Negative Personality Traits: envious, jealous, deceitful, selfish, vulnerable to peer pressure, reckless, boastful

FACTS

Domenico is the firstborn scion of an impoverished Italo-american family, he actually has some noble blood in his veins and is proud of his ancestry. His family migrated to the states after WW2 and had actually enjoyed a luxurious existence for a few generations, when Nico himself was a little kid they still had money, but a string of misfortune and bad business deals had left them with little

His parents are obsessed with the idea of social status and have drilled its importance into him, to the point that Domenico dedicates his life in its pursuit. No matter the cost, personal or otherwise.

Failure is not an option.

He grew up with the expectation of royalty and the wealth of a lower middle class kid

He has always lived on the periphery of wealth though, frequently doing odd jobs from rich family friends and looking for afar at the glamorous life of movie stars and socialites in his native Los Angeles. Craving for the ability to join him himself. Unable to see that hanging around with the friends he actually had made him way happier. In fact he has a lot of fond memories of the time spent back home, but pretends to himself that he had moved on and doesn’t care anymore.

He had pushed himself hard during high school to get an athletic scholarship and finally earned his ticket to Broadripple. The young man is legacy, but his family could definitely no longer afford to send him there.

While Domenico is extremely loyal to his friends, he has a very ‘the end justifies the means’ mentality, he plays dirty when he believes that his strength alone is not enough to ‘win’ and lies to get what he wants or just to make himself look more ‘important’ in the eyes of others.

He loves the spotlight and does what he can to get noticed. After his first year at Broadripple he had started to take up more responsibility at the school, mostly to increase his own standing

He is always on the lookout for college recruiters and will definitely use whatever trick he can in the books to up his chances of being selected

He constantly puts up a show of confidence.

He is passionate, he falls in love very quickly, but he is also pretty jealous and his pride tends to get in the way of things

He craves for true companionship, but so far he had been too blinded by his desire to ‘climb’ up.

Truth is, the pressure of his lifestyle is starting to get to him, but Nico is pretty good at lying to himself and is pretending that ‘everything is fine’ even as he keeps daydreaming about just dropping everything and go follow his passions

HEADCANONS

He has two younger siblings, Alessandra, a spirited 11 years old, that is very much loved by her big brother and Gabriele, who is only eight years old. Despite considering the latter annoying, he actually misses both of them. He dreads when his little sis will start dating

He is a huge horror movie buff and dreams to direct one eventually, but of course, his life has a more ‘serious’ path ahead so…

He loves the ocean and is very nostalgic about his home in California.

He is a bit of an adrenaline junkie, but he tries to stay focused

He actually enjoys playing sports and if he wasn’t as focused on his endgame he would much likely derive much more pleasure from them

He had sneaked out at the pool during the night for a swim more than once

He is pretty handy, had done a lot of odd jobs in his life and knows among other things how to pick a lock.

He is very boastful and is prone to hugely exaggerate his skills and wealth.

His best subject is history, math is meh…

He worships his Ducati and constantly tinkers with it, the motorbike is a birthday present from a family friend that greatly helped Nico while he was in LA. The two had spent the year before Nico went to Broadripple fixing it and it has an huge sentimental value to him. Nico doesn’t drive after drinking mostly out of fear of ruining it (rather than himself) in case of an accident. He had brought it straight from California driving halfway through the states and he would do it again

He has a family signet ring, but pretty much never wears it in public

He own a lot of expensive looking stuff that are actually knock off

He wears his shirts religiously ‘half-tucked’

He enjoys playing board games (but deem them too nerdy) and is a very competitive player

He is proud of his legacy status

He isn’t proud of being a scholarship student and keeps that detail for himself

He deals MJ among the students to boost his income, but himself he doesn’t smoke frequently

Domenico is fully bilingual English\Italian and he swears (and thinks) in his family native language despite never having been in Italy himself

He has a small youtube channel where he comments the Italian soccer championship and other soccer trivia, he is not however a regular poster of content and keeps it mostly as an hobby (and an extra space to advertise himself to potential recruiters)

He isn’t bad in the kitchen and can make a few Italian dishes

Espresso for life (and made in the ‘right way’) the rest isn’t real coffee.

Sport = religion. To skip training is sin.

He jogs very early every morning

A previous roommate of his has left the school last year, Nico kinda believe that he had scared him off

He loves the Rolling Stones (coincidentally his dad is more of a Beatles type)

He dreams about taking a sabbatical and making a road trip after graduation

Has ran from home a couple of times as a kid.

While he keeps it very well buried, Domenico has a bit of a playful, goofy side that emerges when he feels like he is free to be himself

He is also a bit of a prankster

QUESTIONS ABOUT THE RETREAT

What do they think about The Retreat?

“This is supposed to be an exclusive and expensive academy right?” Turns to check if no one else is listening and then lowers his voice. “On the other side… thanks God right? At least they haven’t sent us back home…”

Domenico doesn’t care about the retreat per-se, but he is worried that all the strange events might tarnish the school reputation, putting his own college future in jeopardy, or worse, ending up shutting down the Academy as he doesn’t exactly have many alternatives. He does miss a bit of privacy though and the lack of wi-fi frustrates him. While outwardly he pretends that he cares about the lack of amenities, it’s more of a show.

Do they have any previous experience with camping or other outdoors?

“Of course I do.”

Domenico is outdoorsy, but has never gone camping in his life, plus he is accustomed to a much warmer climate than Massachusetts and while he does his best to soldier through it, the experience definitely sucks. While he has no idea about how to build a tent or anything on the like at least he knows how to light a fire and can make a decent grilled meat if the need arises.

What does their cabin bunk look like? How will they decorate their space?

“It’s not my room and let’s leave it at that.”

Domenico’s dorm room was adorned with movie posters (mostly horror B-movies), some of them hiding pictures underneath that a catholic school might not exactly approve (but that strike the fancy of a seventeen years old boy), piled up trophies, a small basketball hoop, random sport gear and clothes scattered here and there. He couldn’t bring much to his bunk and had packed most of his things in cardboard boxes to pick up for later. He keeps a picture of his siblings cheering at his birthday before he left for Broadripple and one with his former high-school team celebrating after a match.

Do they believe in the supernatural? To what degree?

“Nah... That’s all crap. It makes for a good movie though.”

Nico is fascinated by the supernatural, but he is not a believer, they are cool stories though and he likes the dash of adrenaline of a well told tale of horror. Besides, Broadripple might be a good subject for a movie right? In theory Domenico is Catholic and was kinda of observant as a kid, by now though, religion isn’t in his mind.

Are they easily spooked?

“Nop. Ehi what is that noise?”

Domenico likes to think of himself as brave and tends to worry about more mundane problems rather than supernatural or existential one. That said, sometimes the aerie atmosphere of the Academy actually gets to him and strikes the darkest corners of his imagination. Showing fear though, is embarrassing and Domenico keeps the feeling for himself, doing his best to crack a joke or put up a mask of courage.

AND FINALLY,

A very dumb but (hopefully) fun quiz made by your admins, please share what result you got

you're the real danger

everyone talks about what they hear and see out in the woods but what about what's in the room with them? if everyone already thinks they're hearing things, it wouldn't be that hard to cover everything up

I must admit that I cheated a bit to get there, but Nico would definitely have done that himself, so I’m not ashamed to admit it. Besides, it’s kinda fitting of him :p

#retreat:task1 #retreat.intro #WhoIsNicoDiGiovanni?

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cruelbeavty · 4 years

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[ kim jennie. / cis female. / she/her. ] i heard park soojung is going into business with their friends, but the twenty-two year old can’t go wrong with nine other people helping, right? they’re a former marketing strategist, but will be a gift shop attendant at joliet bed & breakfast! their naive yet vivacious personality is pretty fitting for that, i guess. the sight of them gives me the vibe of late night walks on the beach, small indoor plants and a seashell collection, and seeing that running across the sand is pretty interesting.

and yes i’m as excited as jennie in the gif because y’all i can finally introduce my softest baby yet, park soojung. and yes, she is such a baby and i won’t make this long and get on to her intro right ahead. give this a like and imma go and send y’all a message.

Name: Park Soojung Age: 22 Date of Birth: September 15, 1997

sooyoung and jungyeon were married and were blessed to have two sons who would somehow inherit their wealth, but still they wanted a daughter. Fortunately, they did and that's when Soojung came into the picture (you guys can already guess how she ended up getting the name soojung lol). soojung wanting their daughter to grow up in a different kind of environment, they decided to move from chicago, far from the media to maryland and lived there ever since. Jungyeon, however, stayed in chicago to look after their business, one of the biggeset cosmetic brand in the us. regardless of their wealth, soojung's parents made sure to teach their beloved daughter humility. she grew up with all smiles and turned into a joyous child that every person would fuzz about. her brothers loved her deeply. to make the story short, soojung grew up loved and cared for hence her bubbly personality.

at the age of sixteen, her parents thought that it would be nice to have their daughter be the face of their company. she did shoots after shoots and she loved it. she learned to love chicago too. In fact, she would often go to chicago for shoots from time to time but never lasted in the city for months, usuallythere was no time she did not enjoy and her parents let her do it as much as she can and as long as it did not interrupt her from her education. she was well aware that one of her brothers would take over the company but that did not mean that she'd be excluded from it nor will she just be the face of their family's company, she wanted to be more than that too. in fact she took marketing as her major.

after graduating, she was more than ready to move to chicago and work. she was told to went on ahead and her things would be moved afterwards and she did. a few months at work, she enjoyed it. a few months more, she felt nothing but exhaustion. not because she didn't love the job at the office, she did but the attention she was getting from people, those peering eyes that seemed to never flee from her only ended up to a growing insecurity and lost herself during the process. she didn't even know herself anymore and so, she made a decision to finally step down from modeling and as being a marketing strategist and decided to go back to maryland.

things went well for her afterwards, healing from her insecurity and the freedom she finally felt caused her to be herself again. it has been three years since she moved back and started to do her own thing and decided to be a part of joliet bed and breakfast that she and her friends built. she leaned to something she loved and enjoyed and so she decided to be joliet's gift shop attendant.

personality & aesthetics

a baby

a lil’ bit of a prankster too i mean her siblings are all guys so kjdfnkjf

uhhh .... she's pretty nice and quite hapy all the time but bcs how her family can be so protective of her, she kinda missed a lot in life and ended up pretty naive?? like she's smart academically but when it comes to life experiences, she lacks. she finds it a little difficult to respond and gets a little overwhelmed over rude customers, she can handle them well though but sometimes it just surprise the hell out of her that sometimes she ends up staring ahead and just... idk kjkjrk

she's very sweet too like she remembers everyone's birthday and stuff like that and would always make sure to give them something.

also other than seashells and small plants collections, this girl is into books too. she has a huge shelf in her room.

wanted connections

bestfriend (0/2): y'all give me two bestfriends she could talk about things without any problems and considering what she's gonna go through, she'll need them as much as she can. could've been friends since highschool or even longer idk man just give me this bcs i love love love also this requires kind of a heavy plotting kjsfnkj

mutual pining/childhood friend: just because i'm a big trash for angst pls someone who likes hr and she likes back and people prolly see it too except them ?? then whether they actually confess or not depends on how things would end up with how things would go and yes heavy plotting will be involved idk y'all

confidant: someone she usually talks with late at night. they aren't really the closest of friends but damn they talk about deep and sentimental stuff. something they both only know and had come to a silent agreement to never talk about it with anybody.

older sister: not biologically. you see, the girl has two older siblings and a part of her wants an older sister too. someone she could do those stuff she have always wanted. like the girl is into cosmetics and stuff like that. idk just give it to me pls

bad influence: someone who'd lead her to a path she thought she'd never cross like the girl is too nice. get soojung into a club or things like that i don't know. ruin her kjsfkjnfkjrf

out of your shell: someone who would make push her to do things that she loves and do things that she's just comfortable with like ya girl needs to loosen up a bit and enjoy herself. idk y'all. she can be a lil hesitant sometimes and she's way too naive cause she believes stuff easily

and honestly, i could go with anything like whether be it an unrequited thing, one chases the other or wtv, a crush, a rival, someone who can't stand her, someone she could be a good influence with, a fellow model, a fellow book lover, brotp, toxic friendships, someone who lit uses her for fame or wtv, roommates idk like i'm so down for anything like give me allll.

#jolie.intro #yaaaaas #im so readyyyy

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weasleyimaginewheezes · 6 years

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Fred x Slytherin!Reader / Stay With Me

A/n Firstly I’m sorry for the length of my stories, I get easily carried away so settle yourself in for a long fic. Requests still open even though I've got a few to get through already, I’m always excited for new requests. I also have some of my own ideas I'm working on so be prepared for some fic when I’m not studying. Always open to continuing stories (e.g. part 2′s). Another apology for not knowing many other charms and for my description of stereotypical Slytherin’s. A/n

Request: Hey I was wondering if you could please do a Fred x Introverted Slytherin that likes pranks. Where they are both at school and the reader and Fred run into each other after pulling a prank on the opposite houses. And in transfiguration they get parried up and they start to like each other. Thank you (from @slither-in-a-half) - Hope this okay and thank you for your beautiful request, sorry it took so long.

Word Count: 4k+ (whoops))

Warnings: None.

“Today we will begin with revising the summoning charm.” Professor Flitwick commanded the class from atop his podium, demonstrating exactly what was to be done. A few eager class members joined in but the majority were largely disinterested. It seemed that the whole school had been abuzz lately with the news of Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban so much so that classwork was merely a sideshow.

However, the current news was the last thing on your mind. You were trying desperately to up your grades which despite everyone else opinions could always do with improving, not to mention your O.W.Ls were coming up so they were more important than ever.

“Okay now off you go.” Flitwick smiled cheerily at the class as they begun to summon quills from the front of the classroom. You tried and on the 3rd attempt was successful. The quill came flying slowly towards you. Your best friend to the left of you wasn’t even trying. She gave a sarcastic clap as you held the quill in your fist.

“Can we leave now?” She huffed impatiently twirling her wand in her fingers. You sighed, she never was one for academics. You pulled your attention away to watch others’ attempts. Only 4 quills including your own had been successfully summoned.

You realised this was mainly due to a small show at the back of the class. Two boys were kicking up a stir, showing something to a small gathering of Gryffindors. You recognised these two as Fred and George Weasley the annoying pranksters of Gryffindor. At least that was the word around the Slytherin common room. You’d never actually met them and they seemed sort of cute but Draco Malfoy would always kick off about them being blood traitors and almost everyone’s opinions, even those who didn’t seem bothered by the Weasley’s, were changed when they listened to him. You had a sneaking suspicion everyone agreed purely to shut him up.

Luckily you stayed out of most of the Hogwarts drama. You kept to yourself, only hanging around with your best friend and a couple of other Slytherins you shared classes with. It wasn’t that you were opposed to making friends from other houses but as soon as they got a look at the emerald green lining of your robe, not many people wanted anything to do with you. It hurt but you weren’t a big fan of people to begin with anyway.

You turned back around to the front of the class, listening to Flitwick discuss exam content. You made a list of everything you needed to revise and just as you jotted down the last word the professor uttered, you felt something hit the back of your head and suddenly a wet feeling ran down your back. Someone had threw something particularly sticky at you and it was currently running down the back of your robes, not to mention in your hair. Flitwick walked to the back of the class from where the substance had flew from. You turned back to watch the twins, staring them down furiously. One of the twins just smirked at you looking immensely proud of himself. You reached to the back of your neck and saw your hand was covered in ink.

“Now that’s enough!” The group around the twins scattered as the tiny professor made himself known. “That will be a detention!” Fred and George scoffed, making annoyed and rude faces as soon as Flitwick turned his back. The professor picked up a rather larger quill which was squirting ink like an octopus. He picked it up the wrong way and was also met with a face full of ink.

You rubbed the back of your neck as to try and rid of the ink as you packed up the remainder of your belongings and left the classroom after your friend but not before shooting both the twins an evil glance. The one who had smirked at you earlier just waved gleefully.

“Come on we have to do something!” One of your roommates was tugging at your feet as you sat silently reading in the common room. The rest of the students seemed to be up in arms about something. “We have to get those slimy Weasley’s.” You ears perked at the name and you were suddenly intrigued. Your friend noticing your interest and began to rant about the rumour they were planning a huge heist-like prank on the Slytherin’s.

You didn’t know how true this was, it was Hogwarts after all. It was a big place, many previous rumours had been blown massively out of proportion. But then you thought about getting your own back on the twins who’s clever idea had left an ink stain on the back of your neck and suddenly you didn’t care if it was true, you wanted your revenge.

You and several other Slytherins devised a plan. You made several cunning suggestions and everyone was pleasantly surprised, well you were in this house for a reason. And finally it was all set to go but it did involve two of you sneaking into the Gryffindor common room at an-after-curfew hour. You and your best friend volunteered. You were eager to show not only the Slytherins but also Fred and George that you could pull off a prank as well as any of them.

You feigned rest as everyone dozed off to sleep in the Slytherin dungeon before your best friend tapped you, telling you it was time. You gathered what you needed and made your way out, careful to avoid Filch and Mrs Norris. You were barely five feet from the door when you heard footsteps.

You looked to see who was there and could’ve sworn that you saw a flicker of ginger hair illuminated by torchlight before your partner in crime grabbed you and started to run.

You both panted as you arrived at the Gryffindor common room portrait. “I’m- sorry I didn’t- want to- take any chances.” Your friend huffed out through her panting. You nodded silently, holding your side which had a stitch.

The portrait, who lucky for you had recently been replaced by a stupid knight, smiled at the two of us. We had managed to snag two barely fitting Gryffindor robes to play the part nicely, the pockets filled to the brim with dungbombs and other pranking materials. The knight bowed, tripping over his own suit of amour.

“Sir Cadogan at your service. It’s awfully late to be roaming around isn’t it?” His eyes narrowed and he walked closer to the edge of the frame. You heart raced, the jig was up. This was it. You thought you had better leave before he called Mcgonagall and just as you darted away to do so, your friend pulled you back.

“Late night snack. You know cause of lady troubles-“ you friend winked at the portrait who became flustered at the mention. You stifled a laugh as he clumsily staggered backwards, his visor falling down in the process.

“Ah yes, point taken. Password?” The knight still looked rather afraid as though she was going to go into more detail. He sighed in relief as she consulted a list she had found after Neville Longbottom had dropped it outside of the great hall and read of the most recent password. He granted you both access, acting coolly.

“God where’d they find that guy?” You both talked in hushed whispers as to not alert any Gryffindors who might be around. Luckily the common room was empty. You planted several booby traps around the common room and then ran quietly to where you knew the Weasley twins dormitory was. You both threw a set of dungbombs into the room and they exploded on impact, the foulest of smells filling the room. You heard mumbled voices shouting as you ran down the staircase and out of the portrait hole. Sir Cadagon shouted after you but you didn’t hear a word as the adrenaline pumped through your veins. Your friend followed close behind, running quickly before you both bumped into two figures who seemed to be running in the opposite direction.

Oh god, it’s Filch.

I’m screwed.

You looked up carefully to see one of the Weasley twins smirking at you mischievously. Something odd boiled up within your stomach.

“You!” Fred looked taken aback at your hushed yelling. Apparently he was expecting a warm welcome of sorts. You pointed at him accusingly, driving your finger into his chest, your (y/e/c) eyes boring into his. The smirk returned to his face, annoying you further.

Beside you, George was giving evil looks towards your friend. More footsteps sounded and a voice recognisably belonging to Filch. You backed off of Fred quickly who rubbed his chest where your finger had been with a frown. You heard meowing, it grew closer. You turned back to Fred threatening him with you eyes and that’s when you realised that Fred and George were both wearing Slytherin robes. “What the-?” But Fred never got to hear the end of your question as your friend hurriedly pulled you back towards the dungeons and George tugged Fred towards the Gryffindor tower.

When you got back to the common room, it seemed to be full of students. All of whom were angry and tired looking. A loud clucking sounded from within the crowd and you looked closer to see a rooster chicken in the centre of the common room.

“Marcy!” It must have been a transfigured student because one of the younger boys was trying to pick it up, he was almost in tears.

A group of angry students, who had helped you devise the prank spotted you. “Did you do it?” Your friend nodded in reference to the prank but this didn’t ease up the look of boiling rage in their faces. “Those dirty blood traitors just got us.” Your heart fell at the insult, it was harsh but you didn’t dare say anything when people were this riled up. “Every dorm room now smells like a toilet and poor Marcy got turned into a chicken!” The girl who had spoke pointed to the rooster who was still squawking. You had to bite back a giggle.

The next day you woke to your friend ranting once again about the damage done by the twins prank. “We didn’t get them as well as we could have.” She sounded disappointed. “Those little-! Did you know they took something too apparently? Stole from right under our noses.” You sighed, getting up fully and dressing. You had high doubts that was true since they had nothing on them when you bumped into them and they just didn’t seem the type to steal.

Marcy, who you now recognised as a small second year, was angrily talking about her ordeal the night before when you reached the common room. As you walked out some people applauded you on your successful prank saying they heard that the Gryffindors now smelt just like a dungbomb and were furious this morning.

You shook off your thoughts about bumping into the twins the previous night and how one of them had smirked at yo before making your way to your first class alone. Your friend had decided she was too angry to study right now, you guessed this would be her excuse for the next couple of weeks.

You sat at your usual desk and stared out of the window at the roaming hills. It was a nice clear day, many students had taken to enjoy the sun in their free period. You watched on wistfully as you sat in the stuffy classroom listening to Mcgonagall ramble on about something. The seat next to you remained painfully empty as if to remind you that no one else wanted to sit with you.

“So that is why when transfiguring-“ Mcgonagall was cut off as two laughing figures burst through the door. She crossed her arms and watched them enter disapprovingly. “Take a seat please boys,” they looked at her sarcastically smug. “Quickly.” She said it in a tone that scared most people into seats. George sat in the very far left desk in the back row but Fred scanned the room quickly before spotting you. He smiled and sat down next to you, laughing a little at your surprise.

George mouthed ‘what the hell?!’ to his brother in outrage as Mcgonagall resumed teaching. Fred just shrugged as George sat by himself glumly.

Your insides were stirring again but it felt different than the rage that you had felt towards him in charms the other day. He smiled at you and your insides went crazy. No, you were not developing feelings for Fred Weasley. No. He was annoying, obnoxious, self-centred, funny, good looking and- no. You shook your head unconsciously and turned away from Fred’s smile to stare out of the window, praying for your heart to slow it’s fast pace.

“Okay everyone, pair up.” Mcgonagall clapped her hands together looking expectantly at the class. They were your two most dreaded words to ever come from a teacher. Everyone ran around the classroom searching for a pair, they seemingly weren’t happy enough with their desk partners. Fred went over to George and you tried your best to look unhurt. Mcgonagall watched over her spectacles as you tried to show her you were quite capable of working on your own. You heard a loud exclamation of shock from where the twins had been talking and watched as Fred patted George on the back before surprisingly making his way back to you.

He laughed at your surprise once more before pulling out his wand and attempting to try the spell. Your mind still whirred with shock. Mcgonagall looked on happy that you had a partner as she paired George up with one of your fellow Slytherins. Neither of which looked happy at having to work with each other.

Fred kept trying the task at hand but he was saying the spell all wrong not to mention waving his wand the wrong way. You watched it painfully before grabbing his hand and telling him to stop. You told him to watch you as you performed the spell with ease. You hummed proudly at yourself. Mcgonagall gave you an encouraging smile as she passed your table, her face falling at Fred’s squeaking textbook, the spine of which was sporting a set of cat-like ears from his attempt. You did the spell once more and then caught Fred, out of the corner of your eye, staring at you in a dreamy sort of way.

“Why don’t you take a picture?” You quipped as Fred quickly turned his head, looking off at the front of the class. You noticed a tinge of red on his cheeks, almost matching his hair and smiled smugly, you didn’t think anything could near to embarrass Fred Weasley.

“I’m sorry I don’t have a camera otherwise I totally would.” Fred shrugged regaining his confident posterior. You laughed in spite of yourself as he gave you a flirtatious smirk.

The lesson soon ended and Fred looked disappointed. George was one of the first out of the door letting his twin know he’d be in the common room. Fred grabbed you by the arm as you made to leave. “Wait.”

You rose your eyebrows in question and watched Fred go red again. The feeling in your stomach came back.

“You’re really good at transfiguration.” You smiled at the compliment, making your way to exit with Fred following closely behind. You nodded before turning to him just outside the door.

“What do you want?” You sounded more snappish then you meant to and Fred looked more sheepish at your tone.

“It’s just I’m terrible at everything.” Fred seemed to have found an interesting spot of the floor as he intently started at it.

“That cant be true.” You eyes and your tone softened attempting to reassure him. Fred just scoffed, shrugging his shoulders.

“Just ask my family, then you’d believe me.” His tone was sad and defeated. “Doing well isn’t that important to me but I’d like at least one good grade in something to let my Mum know I’m not a complete failure.” Your heart broke at his words and you wondered why he was opening himself up to you like this. You rubbed his arm anyway prompting him to look up at you. He didn’t look like the ever-so mischievous Weasley twin anymore, he was just Fred.

“If you’d like I could tutor you a little?” You voice shook as you gave him the offer. He smiled hopefully at you. You saw him ask with his eyes if you would really do that for him and you nodded without even thinking that he hadn’t actually asked the question.

For the next 2 years you tutored him. You began to spend more and more time with both him and George outside of lessons much to your Slytherin friends’ disapproval. But you didn’t care, Fred and George were more fun than they ever were and they cared about you. Since you tutored Fred you spent more time with him throughout your O.W.Ls and the beginning of your N.E.W.Ts. You helped him and George with their plans for the shop and even accidentally gave them the idea for puking pastilles after one incident in which you drank a whole bottle of contraband firewhisky that the twins stole from Filch’s office.

In fact, Fred even asked you to the Yule ball, an invitation which you happily accepted. But you went as friends. Everyone assumed you were dating even Fred’s mum did when you stayed a week at the burrow to go with the Weasley’s to the Quidditch World Cup. But no, much to your disappointment nothing romantic happened between the two of you. George always joked about you two together making you both blush and Fred would always try and tease your feelings out by ‘asking you out.’ You always assumed it was a joke and brushed it off with a resounding no.

What you didn’t know was that Fred was serious and every time he heard the no utter from your lips his heart broke a little more. When he asked you to the ball, of course he didn’t want to go as just friends but when you just assumed he was joking once more, he laughed it off and insisted it was just that. A joke. Because that’s all he was capable of according to everyone else.

And then all too quickly your last year rolled around. You knew you wanted to become a healer whilst Fred wanted to run his own joke shop alongside his brother. So while you still desperately hoped for romance with Fred, you knew it could never work and it would just end up complicated.

George had become more sour towards you as well. It was strange. What used to be jokes about you and Fred was now replaced with glared and dark glances. When you confronted him about it, he just said that he was sick of his brother getting hurt. You had never been more confused.

Eventually you and Fred grew distant from each other. Your workload got bigger, Umbridge constantly got in the way by separating you whenever you were close together and Fred just didn’t care about his studies any more so you had no reason to tutor him.

It wasn’t until you were sat with Hermione and Katie Bell (your Slytherin friends had ditched you long ago after you became close to the twins) studying intensely in the great hall that you heard the news.

“So are you gonna give Fred a parting gift?” Katie joked suggestively winking at you. You blushed before the words had time to sink in.

“Wait what do you mean ‘parting gift’?” Your eyes widened as Hermione and Katie looked worried.

“You mean you don’t know?” Hermione seemed surprised at this but also like she didn’t want to be the one to tell you. You shook your head, your eyes darting between your two friends.

“(Y/n).” Katie held your arm reassuringly. “Fred and George are leaving tomorrow.” You blinked as the news sunk into your mind. You scoffed dramatically unbelieving until you saw the worried yet sure looks on your friends faces. Suddenly you were abandoning your notes and your feet were hurrying towards the Gryffindor common room.

You didn’t have the password but as luck would have it, Ginny exited the common room at that precise moment and after asking if you were okay for you had begun to silently cry a little to which you nodded, she let you in. You darted past the common room to the oldest boys’ dorm. You didn’t bother to knock and instead slung the door open. Fred and George were the only occupants and looked stunned at your arrival. Their trunks were open on their bed as they packed jumpers and all sorts into them. You stared lividly at Fred as George quickly ran out the door, excusing himself.

“(Y/n).” He looked at you apologetically, you stared at his packed suitcase.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” You hadn’t realised you were yelling.

“Because you’ve been so busy with work and studying that I- I just didn’t okay!” Fred started to look more angry as you rushed behind him to unpack his suitcase. Angry tears were steadily streaming down you cheeks as you threw jumpers and socks onto the floor. Fred grabbed both of your hands. “(Y/n)! Stop!” You breathed heavily as he held tightly onto your hands. He was about to let them go before he spotted a red angry mark on your hand. He instantly knew who had done it and it sparked his anger again. You tried to pull you hand away to hide the scar.

“See! This is why I’m doing it! That old toad has to be knocked down a peg!” Fred gestured angrily towards the door as if Umbridge was there. You looked sad, knowing he was right.

“But I don’t want you to leave.” Your voice was so much quieter compared to 5 seconds ago, it was barely above a whisper.

“Why do you care so much anyway?” Fred stared at you, his voice louder than yours but no longer yelling. His eyes furrowed in an angry way.

“Because- because I’m in love with you okay?!” You went back to yelling loud enough for the common room below to hear. Fred looked shocked at your confession. There was a silence that followed and you couldn’t bare it so you continued. “I’m in love with your comedy and your mischief. I’m in love with the fact that you are who you are and that you’re kind and sweet. I’m in love with your ginger hair and all your freckles and your smile and that smirk,” you chuckled under your breath. “God that smirk.” Your heart raced as he proved your point. “Fred, you can’t leave because if you do,” you walked steadily closer to him. “I don’t know how the hell I’m going to cope.” You walked closer until you were near enough to be nose to nose.

Fred still hadn’t spoke but looked hopeful at you. It was the quietest you had ever known him to be. All of a sudden he started laughing, at your confused expression Fred said, “you tell me now?!” He gestured emptily to his suitcase which was still a mess. You laughed through your tears and shrugged cutely. Fred pulled you closer by the hip to kiss you. His lips were soft and tender against your own. All of the built up emotion was released from you both. Your hearts were pressed together with your closeness, both beating as one. You wanted to be stuck in this moment forever, just you and Fred in a world of pure bliss but unfortunately the rest of the world was still revolving, ever moving and pushing you both further away from each other.

“Freddie, it’s time to go.” George had silently pushed open the door interrupting the kiss. Fred pulled back to nod at him, irritably gesturing for him to go and insisting he’d be out in a minute. You sighed sadly as he rested his head against yours. His strong hands travelled up from your waist to cup your jaw. He wiped a single tear away as you became overwhelmed with emotion once more.

“Can I ask you something?” Fred asked his voice small. You nodded. “Why’d you say no whenever I asked you out?”

“I thought you weren’t serious.” You gave a small watery chuckle. “And I thought it was too complicated, we wanted different things.” He looked into your eyes thoughtfully.

“What changed?” Fred knew he had to go but he wanted to stay and ask you all the questions that were currently whizzing in his mind. He thought briefly about calling it all off and just staying there with you, maybe forever but it was all set and there was no going back once he jumped on that broom.

You thought carefully of your answer. “I- I found out you were leaving and...” you trailed off unsure of your next words. “I don’t know I just couldn’t let you leave without saying how I felt and all them worries suddenly didn’t seem very important.” Fred kissed you again and again until a knock on the door presumably from George stole you away from each other again.

“Alright! I’m coming!” Fred yelled through the panelled wood to his twin. He turned back to you, his eyes shone with a sad glint and he released a deep breath. “I have to go but promise me something,” you nodded ensuring him you would no matter what. “You’ll come see the shop the first chance you get.” You nodded once more silently promising him with a kiss. Fred then shook his head. “No scratch that,” your brow furrowed but you wore a playful smile. “You’re gonna be the first to see it,” his confident tone dropped to a more nervous one as he added the next few words. “as my girlfriend.”

You blushed deeply at these words as your heart and stomach simultaneously did a summersault. “Try and stop me.” Fred laughed before kissing you again, you being all too happy to return it. His hands interlocked with yours as he swished his wand to repack his trunk before grabbing it and rushing you out of the dormitory. George was standing outside the door and you swore you saw him wipe away a little tear as he suddenly snapped his eyes as to indicate they needed to hurry.

You watched their plan go off without a hitch, watched Umbridge become stunned and annoyed at being defeated by the twins. Fred winked at you as their brooms came flying towards them, you smiled and returned the wink. Everyone laughed happily as the twins flew off into the skies.

Fred wrote to you everyday after that, mainly telling you how renovations for the shop were going and you replying telling him about what was happening at Hogwarts. Unfortunately for you some of your Slytherin roommates had picked up on the wink and had not stopped teasing you mockingly about Fred but you didn’t care because in a couple of months you’d be rid of them all and would see Fred again. And that thought made you smile more than anything else ever could.

#Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #hp imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred and george #fred weasley imagine #fanfic #sorry about the length

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"Tom?", Marco opened the door to his friend's room and peeked his head through the door, "We got school today, why aren't you up?" Tom was lying in his bed, covered in blankets, he wasn't dressed, and his hair was still a mess. Tom got up early to get ready, at least he usually did. Marco walked over to his friend and shook him, "Tom? Tom you have to get up we're gonna be late...." "Marco.....", Tom grumbled and looked at his friend, "I don't feel well.....". Marco sat on his bed, "You're sick?" "I think so....I just....I don't feel ok, I-I don't think I can go to school today...", He pressed his face into his pillow, "I think today I should just stay here and rest, just tell my teachers i'm sick today and you can bring me whatever I have to work on I guess...." Marco reached a hand out and felt Tom's forehead, "I could stay too If you want? I Don't want you to be alone..."

"No it's fine, your parents can take care of me......just let them know i'm here and....you should go.." "Are you sure?", Marco didn't enjoy leaving Tom alone, he could be hurt, or kidnapped, or who knows what. Maybe it was just his safe kid instincts as per usual, but he just didn't enjoy Tom being in places he couldn't see him in. Tom could take care of himself of course, but there was always a possibility of something huge happening and he wouldn't be there. "Yeah, you need to go to school more then me anyway.....I just need to rest...", Tom said, smiling, "I'll be just fine, you go on...." Marco smiled and helped pull the covers over Tom a little more, "Ok, i'll let my parents and your teachers know, and when I get back i'll get you some soup and i'll help you with your schoolwork, is that ok?". Tom nodded, and Marco waved at him and closed the door gently behind him. Marco couldn't help but look back at Tom's bedroom door before he went down the stairs, this was the first time Tom wasn't going to school with him since he moved in and he almost felt like Tom would get up any moment and leave with him. Tom must've caught a bug when he visited mewni a few days ago, he hoped it wasn't anything serious or that his dad poisoned his food. He found his parents in the living room, watching TV together. "Marco, where's Tom?", His mother asked immediately, "You both have school today..." "Tom's sick...", he informed, his parents' faces started to look worried and he immediately tried to calm them down, "It's ok, it's ok....I think he just needs some rest.... " "Should we go upstairs? I can get a doctor or-", marco knew they were starting to panic, they usually always were very concerned whenever their exchange students were under the whether, because they took it as a sign they hadn't taken good care of them. "No, just....check on him, and see if he needs anything..", Marco reassured, "I'm sure it's minor...." He looked at his watch, "I better go, just.....don't worry, he'll be fine....just bring him some food and keep an eye on him ok?" He starting heading out the door and waited for their response. They both gave him thumbs up, and he took that as a good sign and closed the door behind him in relief that his parents wouldn't go to any extreme to help cure Tom. Marco felt awkward walking to the bus stop without Tom. He was safe with his parents sure, but, he missed sitting next to him; Sharing headphones and listening to Love Sentence on the ride to school and mouthing the lyrics together like dorks. He never realized how much Tom became a part of his life, and his daily routine. He could even see his classmates around him eyeing him, taking note that the seat next to him was empty. Some girls were snickering at him and he blushed. "Hey Diaz....where's your roommate? He didn't go off and find cooler friends did he?" Marco resisted the urge to hit her in the face and instead gave her a look. "I dunno Abby? Maybe he wanted to go to school another route since this one is has your bad attitude stinking up the place?" The girl snarled at him and he resumed listening to music alone. Sigh, this was gonna be a long day.... - Tom sat up, feeling very hot and sweaty, his head hurt..... a lot. Can't sleep, can't relax, he wasn't sure if he was entirely sick but he was certain he was in no condition to go anywhere. His wand sat on the bed next to him, and he wondered if it was possible there was a spell that might make him feel better, but then elected to not point a magic wand at his face considering the consequences of messing up and making himself sicker. All he could think about was the screams and hollers of pain from the monster he tortured, and they wouldn't stop ringing in his ears. He also couldn't help but think about his father, and his reaction. He kinda expected him to be more pleased, but then again, his father was almost never pleased. He felt his throbbing head, he should've asked Marco more about how humans handle this, so Marco could cure him with earth magic. He wanted to call up Marco's parents, who'd been asking him almost every minute if he needed anything until he told them he'd be find on his own for a bit, maybe to ask for something to eat or whatever else humans did to make them....not-sick. For now he elected to take a cold shower and made his way into the bathroom. He pressed his head against the shower wall as cold water ran down his back, he felt really gross, he wasn't very used to being sick considering back on Mewni people took care of him quickly to make sure their future king would be alive to pass on the wand to his next heir. How did normal people bear this feeling for so long? He wrapped a towel around himself once finished, and decided to change into some clean, nonsweaty, clothes. He slipped into shorts and a tank top and tried to go back to bed, but then he shivered, feeling a bit cold now. He groaned into his pillow, he just wanted to sleep until Marco came back, and he couldn't convince his body to do so. He stood back up and walked to the corner of his room and let his rabbit out, the pink rabbit happily made his way onto the boy's lap as he scratched behind his ears. "Hey buddy...", Tom mumbled,"Guess we can hang out till Marco gets back...." Marshmallow sniffed his hand before hopping around the floor, he ran around for a bit when Tom saw him hide under his bed. Tom laughed, "Oh, c'mon you....you don't really think you can hide from me?", Tom made his way over to his flame patterned bed and grabbed his soft rabbit out from under it, but something else came with him. A red hoodie, Marshmallow poked his head out from the collar, and Tom laughed. "Oh yeah, I forgot I hid that....", Tom laughed at when he tried to prank marco by hiding his hoodie, only to find out Marco had 50 other red hoodies just like this one; Some prankster he was. Marshmallow plopped out onto Tom's lap and Tom looked at the hoodie and after thinking a bit, pulled it over his head to reduce the cold. "So this is what it feels like....", Tom mumbled, he wouldn't admit it but it felt like permanent hug from marco. It was nice. He looked around for a bit, Marco wouldn't be back for awhile, he wouldn't mind if he borrowed his hoodie for a bit right? He saw his Rabbit pawing at him and smiled, maybe being sick wouldn't be so bad? - Marco missed Tom, he missed him a lot. He was so used to hanging out with him at school, meeting up with him, having lunch with him, walking to classes together. Marco'd had a few friends before Tom, but he hadn't spent nearly as much time with them as he did with Tom now. He felt eyes on him, people wondering where Tom was since they were usually always together. At least his teachers were understanding, although carrying extra homework and classwork for Tom kinda sucked. Marco sat down at lunch, eating alone at he and Tom's usual table when someone sat down next to him. "Hey Marco!" Jackie. Marco had to calm down so he didn't choke on his sandwich. "H-hey.." "Sorry...", She started, "I just noticed Tom wasn't here and I thought you might like company, is that ok?" "Y-Yeah, that's totally ok!!.", he replied way too fast, "Tom's sick today....so..yeah.." "Aww, i'm sorry, I hope he feels better soon...", She replied, "Getting sick on a school day kinda sucks when you have tons of make up work to do, but i'm sure he won't mind getting a break from school..." "Y-Yeah...", Marco was having trouble coming up with proper replies, "I-I'm gonna help him make up his work so he doesn't fall behind....I mean, he doesn't really need earth school since he's gonna be king of mewni but..." He trailed off, feeling very nervous and sweaty. Jackie laughed, "Well you're a good friend then, he's lucky to have you.." Marco smiled wide. Maybe the rest of the day wouldn't be so bad? - Tom relaxed on the bed. watching his rabbit nibble pellets from his palm, snickering at the rabbit tickling him with his nose and whiskers. He half expected Marco would call to check up on him, but he hadn't. But then again he was probably busy at school, and apparently earth schools considered phones to be a distraction. "At least You're here to keep me company.....", He said, "Goofball....." He picked up his rabbit and put him back into his cage, Marshmallow burrowed under the bedding and Tom trotted back to his bed. He was still wearing Marco's hoodie and frankly he refused to take it off, no wonder Marco wore this thing so often. Tom buried his nose into it, resting and enjoying it as he laid back down. He felt very at home now, like he can finally sleep. Then he snapped his eyes open. He sat up, blushing and extremely embarrassed, he pulled Marco's hoodie off of him. He'd been sniffing Marco's hoodie, inhaling his scent. His best friend. He threw it back under the bed, trying to process the fact that he even did that to begin with. If Marco had walked in and caught him doing that it would be mortifying, a wave of cold hit him again and he desperatly wanted to grab the hoodie and put it back on again. But he couldn't. Yes, he liked Marco, but he didn't......he never.... Not since......The blood moon ball The memories of the ball flooded in fast and he followed his usual first instinct, which was to push them away. He rubbed his head, dumb move, very dumb move. Marco was his best friend, and if he kept acting like this, he wouldn't be for much longer. Tom didn't need a repeat of Star again, not another friend lost because he couldn't be the perfect boyfriend. Because he was so bad when he had crushes. Star was a prime example of that, he could try to be cool all he wanted, but half the time he felt like he never really did impress her at all. Not to mention how unhealthy his crush was, Marco had to convince him to move on before he did anything else stupid. And losing Marco was guaranteed to be much more painful then when he broke up with Star. He and Marco shared everything together, He lived with Marco, Marco talked to him about things he could've never brought up with Star, Marco's hugs made him feel safe.... His world would crash beneath him. Tom fell back on the bed, this isn't what he wanted to think about today, no no no. His mind, just had to leap to this strange idea of him dating Marco. He tried to calm himself down, he was fine. He was just jumping to conclusions again, Tom knew he got attached to people easily and he was probably just this way because he really did like Marco and Marco was apart of his home on Earth. Even Star, who once teased him being Tom's date, was being jokey. He felt better reassuring himself, it was all too common of him to freak out and assume things, and he was making a big deal out of something small. He didn't think of Marco that way and that was final, he was just being stupid. Marshmallow poked his head out from under his bedding to stare at the embarrassed mewman. "Don't look at me like that...", Tom grumbled. Then his mirror started ringing, starting him, he almost fell off the bed. Starship is Calling... His stomach fell, he hadn't been expecting that. Why would Star be calling him? He was sure she probably blocked his number ages ago. He stood up and trotted his way over to his mirror, and awkwardly answered it. "Hello?" Star stood in front of him shyly, Tail practically between her legs, Tom wasn't sure what to say after their last meeting. "Hi Tom...." "Star?" She crossed her arms, "I'm glad I caught you, I wasn't kinda really sure when to call, since I didn't know when you'd be here and if you still allowed me to call, or if mirrors still worked on earth, or if i'd be interrupting something or-" "Star, it's ok.....I-I I'm here sick today...", He looked at his feet, "Marco is at school, so i'm just kinda by myself......" "Oh...", She bit her lip, "Ok..." There was a moment of awkward silence, Tom shifted in place a bit, "So....what do you want?" "I wanted to talk.....a bit...", She started, "I'm sorry things have been kinda rough for you lately...." "It's not uncommon....", Tom muttered, shrugging, "Just my life I suppose....." "Well....I-I...I wanted to say, I-I uh.....I...If you need anything...I wanna help...", She sighed, "I-I'm not open to being your girlfriend but.....If you...need a friend? " Tom looked up, a noticeable blush on his face,"Y-You wanna be friends? What came up?" "I've been thinking lately....and....I know things have been rough between us, but...I wanna be an ear, if you need someone to talk to ok?", She pulled on her hair, "I wasn't great in the past when you were upset and I just wann-" "Star...", Tom said, "It's ok....y-you don't have to do that..." "I know, I just...Want to....I don't have to..but...I wasn't there for you then, and I don't wanna run away from it anymore.....", The demon relaxed and gave a small smile, "I'm sorry, Things went bad between us...and...I really didn't want to make you feel like...I hated you or anything.." "Star..." "We weren't the best couple but...things should've ended better between us...." "Star it's ok..I-I tried to push back into a relationship that was already gone.....and I shouldn't have...", Tom said, "You don't have to beg for forgiveness or feel bad for me, It's....you're not obliged to return my feelings or talk to me again if you don't want to-" "Tom.....it's your Dad...", Star interrupted, finally spilling the beans, "Mom talked to him yesterday, and....did he really threaten to hurt Marco?" Tom stiffened in place, he felt sick again, "Ho-how...what?" "Demon Magic...", Star mumbled, "Tom, Marco means the world to you....and if anything happens to him....I-I don't.....I wanna help, I don't want you to be....because I wasn't..." "I get it...", Tom said, "Just....don't tell Marco....I-I don't want him to worry.....not unless he has to know..." "Ok.." She looked like she had something else to say, and Tom motioned her to go on. "He's bonded to you Tom, Your dad doesn't know....does he?" Tom felt his stomach drop again, she just HAD to bring up the ball again, he'd tried to bury that night in his mind since it happened. He'd almost forgotten about it. And today, it managed to come back full force and refuse to go back under the rug. "N-No...he doesn't..." Tom knew a bit about the moon, or at least, he knew enough. At the time he was a bit awestruck, being chosen with Marco under the moon, dancing together so awkwardly. He had never looked at Marco like that before, never once, and after it happened he told himself he never would. That he would never let himself lose another friend. He stopped talking about demon culture entirely after that in fact, because the dance between him and Marco just wasn't....it wasn't right. The Moon was wrong. and now, dancing with Marco has re-entered his mind once again, and he felt himself grown warm. She brushed her long blonde hair out of her face, "I'm sorry this was uh..." Tom snapped out of his thoughts to focus on the matter at hand, Star. "No Star....I-It means lot to me, that you care...that you care about Marco.....that you care about me...", he managed a sad smile, "I-I just....thanks for calling, it means a lot to me that you're willing to do so much....you don't have to.." She grinned, "Well, what are friends for?" Tom gave her a matching grin. "Just...if you need anything...call me, ok?" "Yeah, and Star??" Star looked up, "Hmm?" His face grew stern, "If My Dad talks about Marco again, tell me.....please?" "If my mom finds anything....yeah..", she gave him one last look, "I hope you feel better soon....bye Tom." "Bye Star...", the call ended. Tom felt speechless after that conversation, Star wanted to be friends again, which was kinda cool, he wasn't expecting that; But then again his expectations were usually always very low. However, the idea of his dad talking about Marco just made him shiver, he tried to clear his head, he couldn't get angry again. But the Moon, the moon..... It had to have done something to him, that's when this began right? That was when he started doing this to Marco, and now that it was brought up, and now that his Dad had Marco in his thoughts, it was something he couldn't just bury again. He fell onto the sheets, face first, why couldn't his life be much simpler? He gripped the mattress, trying in all his power not to get angry, to not get angry at the idea of his father touching marco, hurting him, using him to make Tom break. Tom swore under his breath, if his father laid one hand on Marco.... But then he calmed down at the thought of seeing Marco again and Marco hugging him tightly in his arms. A feeling he was now starting to think of differently after wearing Marco's hoodie, and that alone made him feel sick. "What's wrong with me....", He mumbled into the sheets. Sometimes he wished he could turn off his emotions. - Marco and Jackie hung out the rest of the school day, it was a welcome surprise to Marco frankly. He, and his crush, were hanging out, and she actually even seemed to really like him. She laughed at his jokes, listened to what he said, and she didn't even think he was weird or awkward at all!! Today wasn't actually as bad as he was thought. By the end of the school day, he and Jackie actually exchanged numbers!! This was more then he could've hoped for. But eventually the bus came and he needed to head out while she needed to skate home. "Thanks for keeping me company today...", Marco said, not really looking at her in the eyes, trying to hide his obvious blush. "Hey, it's no problem , I had fun today...", She put on her helmet, "Tell Tom I hope he gets well soon.." "Of course!!", Marco replied, "Hopefully his bug will die down soon and he'll be back on his feet..." "We should all hang out sometime.." Jackie suggested, "Call me and we could all see a movie together ok?" "Y-Yeah, that sounds wonderful!", he replied all too quickly, but Jackie didn't care, she waved at him and skated off as he boarded the bus to go back home. By the time he was dropped off, Marco had a new skip in his step. He dropped his backpack off in his living room and waved to his parents, pulling out Tom's classwork out and heading upstairs to check up on his sick friend. "Tom, i'm home!!", the human knocked on his friend's door, "Can I come in?" He heard a grumbled from the other side telling him "Fine". Marco opened the door and found his friend covered in blankets, hiding from the world. Marco carefully pulled them off his face, "Hey Tom, How are you feeling...." Tom tried to avoid eye contact, "Not much better...." Marco sat Tom's work on the nightstand next to the boy's bed, "I can go make some soup if you want? Have you eaten at all today? I don't want you to feel any worse..." Frankly it wasn't his illness that was making Tom feel worse, but all the emotions and thoughts that made him feel sick. The confusing emotions to sniffing Marco's hoodie, and fear and anger at his father, the awkwardness of Star wanting to be his friend again... His head hurt even worse then it did before. "I-I guess if you want to.....", Tom mumbled, "I'm pretty hungry.." Marco smiled at him gently, "Ok, i'll bring you some food and we can work on your homework together, sound good?" Tom mumbled something Marco took as a "Fine" The human stood up, and almost headed out before stopping, "Oh, and Jackie wishes you the best of luck with getting better!!!". This made Tom sit up, looking at Marco curiously now, "What do you mean, y-you talked to Jackie today?" Marco turned towards his friend, blushing, "Well, we uh...yeah, more then before....we spent some school time today, it was REALLY cool, she's really cool. She actually asked if we all could hang out sometime, It was pretty awesome, I just....wow...". Tom blinked a few times, Marco's day was so much better, while his felt worse. He could hear little voices in his head trying to tell him that Marco had this day because he wasn't there, but he tried to push them back. Marco looked so happy, he didn't want to cry in front of him, didn't want to ruin his perfect day. "T-That sounds great Marco....", Tom mumbled, "I-I'm glad things are working out between you two...." He didn't miss you at all That's not true He's gonna replace you with Jackie, he's gonna find her cooler then you and leave you just like everyone always does. Marco is different You said the same thing about Star Marco isn't Star, Marco is not like Star How can you be sure? "Yeah..", Marco grinned ear to ear, "Tom, I gotta thank you..." "For What?", Tom snapped out of his thoughts. "For coming to earth...", He answered simply, "If it wasn't for you, Jackie and me might not have even hung out, I might never have gotten to see so many cool places, Heck, who knows how boring my life would be without you!" His stomach dropped for what he could assume was the millionth time today. Tom could feel himself grow warm under his smile, he was always happy and cheerful when Marco complimented him considering he wasn't used to being praised. But this time it felt different, he wasn't sure how to describe it, he just knew it was.....different. "Well.....my life would be kinda boring too....without you...", Tom managed to get out, "Earth is nice.....you're nice..." Marco walked forward and gave Tom a quick hug, and Tom hesitantly hugged him back. Tom even noticed the way he was holding Marco was off, like he couldn't hug him properly. That was odd, he hugged Marco plenty of times before, what made this one any different then the last? Then hit hit him, Marco's familiar scent quaffed over him, making him remember the hoodie incident and blush. What happened to him? What in the world did that moon do to him? Tom started to cough a little bit, startling Marco. Marco removed himself quickly from his friend, not wanting to get sick too. "Right, Soup!! I'll be right back!!" He ran out of the room, still smiling. Tom watched him leave, conflicted on how to feel at the moment. Today had been an emotional roller coaster for him, and right now he wanted to think about anything else, or maybe just go numb for awhile and turn off his cruel brain. But these thoughts were not going to simply vanish, and he knew it. He was going to have to find a solution.

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My Media Audience: The Third Post

Television is one of the most important and commonly used form of technology, the lecture touched upon how the development of new media technologies has altered the way we use specific devices at home. The professor also questions the class asking how could researchers collect insight on how audiences consume media in private settings versus how audiences consume media in theatres which made me realize that with the concept of livestreaming, that is readily available for everyone to access at home, many people would not have the need to leave their homes and view something in person, which make it harder for researchers to develop a clear insight. By hearing this statement from the professor it immediately reminded me of my personal audience experience that I have quite frequently, where I would livestream soccer games, since it is not practical for me to witness them in person in a stadium where they usual take place. My preference of streaming soccer games online connects to the required reading that was given in week 8, which was “The influences of Sports Viewing Conditions on Enjoyment from Watching Televised Sports: An Analysis of the FIFA World Cup Audiences in Theater vs. Home” by Kihan Kim, Yunjae Cheong, and Hyuksoo Kim. Personally when reading this article, I did not agree nor understood how watching the World Cup in a theatre is preferred more than viewing the games at the comfort of your own home. The reason why I couldn’t get myself to agree with the given statement in the article is because I have a very biased opinion, since I would only watch World Cup games or any soccer game at home with or without family and friends. The study used the most recent FIFA World Cup which was in 2014, where I would watch every game especially when the Brazilian National Team plays at home, since I was able to enjoy my time watching the game in my living room or at my friend’s house. As I gave the article a read, I started to think why I didn’t like going out to sports bars or a crowded theatre to watch games since they do hold an amazing atmosphere, and it was mainly because whenever I would watch a soccer game at home I like to view tweets and see what people would have to say about the game and the players playing on the pitch and also since I personally do not like to be surrounded around a significant amount of people especially when there is a crazy event happening. Since there is no academic research to this date that compares a person’s audience experience of watching games in theaters vs in a home, the article outlines some researched differences when it comes to watching sports at home than the theatre which are based off screen size, image quality, audio quality, viewing condition, cheering atmosphere where I experienced all of these at home. When it came to screen size during the 2014 world cup, it did not bother me at all since I was still living with my parents at the time and they had a 60inch TV which was too my advantage and I was able to watch the game in a fairly big screen at my own home. Although having a big screen was very versatile, when it comes to watching soccer games almost always I would have to livestream the game off my computer which sometimes alters the image quality compared to a live broadcast that you would have to pay for from Bell or Rogers for instance. Since having to livestreaming a game is one of my main methods on watching a game at home, I often run into challenges in having finding links where the commentators (audio) would speak in English or the quality of the audio will be inaudible. Apart from the challenges of livestreaming a game, when it comes to the atmosphere I never not had a good time especially if I am surrounded by people I know, since there are several of different emotions in the room of how the game will turn out. One of my best memories during the 2014 World Cup was when I watched the WC final game, Argentina vs Germany where the atmosphere that surrounded me and my friends was very intense, since our group of 6 split into 2 having one side supporting Germany and the other supporting Argentina. From what I could remember we were all yelling at the TV and at our one friend who kept telling us that it was “just a game” since one of the goals Argentina made became off-side (meaning it is not considered to be a goal) and at the very last minute Germany scored a goal having them win and gain the title, which many of us were upset about since we did not like the German team. Although the atmosphere was very intense there was a moment during half time where I went on twitter to see what people had to say about the game and how the only goal that happened became off-side, but as that was happening we all looked at the TV and noticed someone running onto the pitch and realized it was the YouTube Prankster that goes by VitalyzdTV which changed the atmosphere of all of us being intense to us all sharing a laugh. As mentioned above I would use twitter to know how other users view the same game that I would be watching and see how we all interact from viewing one specific event, which was the world cup, but it did not make me realize that twitter has its own uniqueness for audience interaction until it was discussed in lecture on November 16th. Based on the article, “Framing News in 140 Characters: How Social Media Editors Frame the News and interact with audiences via Twitter” by Ben S. Wasike, that was assigned for the week lecture Wasike stated that twitter is used best to report activities and create interaction within the social network site. The article also identifies Twitter as a news breaking tool where it as the capability to deliver up-to-date breaking news faster than televised news stations. As an audience I recently experienced how many people (users) who use Twitter came to know about the Libya slave trade situation, where many people, including myself, were exposed to videos and pictures of the underground slave trade and not know this existed until it was brought upon on twitter, where users will use the hashtag #Libya to raise awareness about the matter in hopes of government action to stop this slave trade that is happening. The situation that is currently circling in Libya was later broadcasted on TV stations but was first known on twitter since the social media platform is many peoples go to source on getting information on what is currently happening around the world whether good or bad. Although news channels like CP24 and City TV still exist for people, I personally cannot use televised new channels to get my information but rely on twitter and other social networks sites instead, since I am currently in school and live away from my parents, having no access to cable television with news channels to know what is currently going on around the world. Apart from the weekly articles the textbook states, “networked media forms such as YouTube, Facebook, and the online role playing game World of Warcraft are creating new opportunities for audiences to contribute their own creative ideas” reading more into the textbook Sullivan mentions how YouTube is a site for participatory culture where the audience is given power to make whatever content that is put out by users to be considered viral and be viewed by millions. Everyone who has accounts to YouTube, Facebook, Twitter or Instagram all participated in the culture of sharing content or giving importance to certain content. One out many events that I participated in and being an active audience, that involves YouTube content creators, was keeping my self-updated on creator Jake Paul who is a 20-year-old American actor and YouTube personality who gained fame from an iPhone and android application, Vine. A couple months’ back Jake had received over 100 million views on a rap song he came out with that included many of his friends singing and rapping that blew up significantly on YouTube and went virial on many social media platforms, where people like myself did not like Jake Paul but still watched the video for the sake of knowing what everyone was talking about apart from that video Jake Paul gained even more media attention from audiences like me to be invested in the drama he was a part of, for instance accusing his ex-girlfriends current boyfriend of assault towards his assistant, dissing his brothers fandom and going against his own brother, creating “disstracks” on other YouTubers who are not a fond of him, and bullying his Spanish roommates on a daily basis. With all this going on in the YouTube Community myself and many other users played a huge part in entertaining these dramas towards / coming from Jake Paul by being an active audience. Other than YouTube, I took part in being an audience when social media personal Danielle Bregoli went viral on twitter off a video that was posted of her on the Dr. Phil show disrespecting the people around her including her mother and saying her famous catch phrase that is now considered a meme “Cash me outside”. Not only did I take part in witnessing and sharing her uproar on social media, I took part in many others like Rebeca Black’s music video, the Gangnam Style music video, and another recent one of the Man’s not Hot music video from Big Shaq. Whenever I would watch these videos my intentions are not to help these people grow, apart from ones who truly deserve recognition for doing good, and gaining media recognition for doing unpleasant/ unmannerly but to see why these videos are being hyped by other audience members which unintentionally make viewers give acknowledgement to such videos, which is something people cannot avoid when being a part of participatory culture.

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