#she got 7 whole songs too that's great

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rnb pop looks sooo good on jihyo the outfits were so great and the song suits her and she has a bside with heize she rly planned this well

#jihyo #she got 7 whole songs too that's great

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Forgotten Dates, Hurt Feelings

Feb. Request - 2

In which Spencer forgets a date night with his wife

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst, hurt feelings, fluff, mentions of sex

Y/N smiled at herself in the bathroom mirror. She had just finished getting ready for her monthly date night that Spencer promised her. She had on a tight fitted black dress, her hair was curled to perfection and she stood a whole three inches taller with her sparkly black heels. Her lips were a dark red color that she only wore on nights out with him and only him. She knew he loved the way it would look smudged by the end of the night.

When she went out with her husband and their children, she didn't go all out on what she wore because it was usually to zoos or grocery stores.

She loved her children. She really did but God, did she need someone one on one time with her husband. It was always 'mom' this and 'mom' that. They never got the chance to even complain to their father because he was always at work. And when he did come home, he never had time for her because he was spending time with his kids. But the time they were in bed, Y/N was too tired to do anything, much less do him.

The doorbell rang and she pulled down her dress a little and hurried out of her room. Her two kids were on the couch watching TV.

"Ashley's here, guys!" She told them excitedly as her heels clicked down the hallway.

She got to the door and opened it quickly. A red-haired girl in a white sweater and baggy jeans stood with a big smile on her face. "Hey, auntie Y/N!"

"Hey, sweetheart. Thank you so much for coming and watching the kids tonight." Y/N smiled, stepping out of her way and letting her in. "Spencer should be home any minute now."

"No problem! I love hanging out with my cousins."

Y/N smiled at this and walked into the living room. Her youngest was now hanging upside down on the couch with her feet in the air.

“Bo, Diane! You’re cousin Ashley is here!” She exclaimed, grabbing their attention.

Both of their eyes widened and they scrambled off of the couch, attacking Ashley’s legs.

Y/N smiled at them. “Thank you so much again for this, Ash. I really need a night out.”

“No problem! Also you look so good!”

Y/N shook her head with a smile. “Aw, thank you!” She looked down at her children. “Bed by 9? And if you can’t get them down, don’t worry about it, we’ll handle it when we get home.”

Ashley nodded.

“Okay, I’ve got to go. Spencer is meeting me at the restaurant at 7.” She smiled, walking towards the coat closet to get her jacket.

“See you after your date!” Ashley called.

Y/N excitedly slipped her coat on over her dress and left the house, grabbing her keys on the way out.

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Y/N pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, leaving the radio on so she could finish out her jam session she and Harry Styles were having.

When the song ended she smiled and looked at the clock on the screen.

7:01

She bit the inside of her cheek and looked around the parking lot for a minute before getting out and going inside.

The restaurant was busy. It was a Friday night and it was February so, she understood.

The hostess smiled at her as she walked up to the podium. “Hi there!” She beamed. “What can I do for you?”

Y/N grinned back. “Hello! My husband made a reservation under the name Reid.” She said.

“Gotcha!” The hostess said, looking down to type on her computer. Her furrowed brows made Y/N fidget with her wedding ring. “Uh… I’m not seeing a reservation under Reid. Could it be under a different one?”

Y/N but her lip. “Spencer?” She shrugged.

The woman hummed and shook her head. “Mm, I’m sorry. I’m not seeing that.”

Weird. I could have sworn I told Spencer to book two weeks ago.

“But, it’s your lucky day! I just had a table for two open up in the back area. If you want it, it’s yours.”

Y/N sighed in relief and placed a hand to her chest. “Oh my goodness, that would be great. Thank you so much!”

The hostess waved her hand and began to walk back to the table.

It was in a cute little secluded area, perfect for date night. Vines filled with flowers hung around the walls and ceiling and there were pretty fairy lights all around.

“I’m assuming you’d like to wait for your husband to start ordering?” She asked.

Y/N nodded. “Yes, thank you so much.”

The hostess nodded and walked away.

Y/N pulled out her phone and shot Spencer a quick text.

Y/N: Hey honey, are you almost here?

She slipped her phone back in her coat pocket and let her eyes explore the place a little more and did a little people watching.

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Spencer pulled into his driveway, turning off the car and letting out a heavy sigh. His head fell back against the head rest.

He had a tough week. His case he worked on went terribly. All he wanted to do was spend some restful time with his family.

And if the kids were asleep, which they should have been it was almost 9, he would just curl up on the couch with a glass of wine and his beautiful wife.

He got out of the car and walked inside his home, taking his coat off and tossing his keys in the bowl, not noticing that Y/N’s weren’t there.

He walked through the hallway and into the living room where his kids sat staring at the TV, too engrossed to even notice that he was there.

He heard dishes clanking in the kitchen and the sound of running water.

So he slipped past the couch and into he kitchen where he thought he’d find his wife but instead he found his 17 year old niece in law with her back turned to him, washing dishes.

She spun around when she felt his eyes on her.

“Uncle Spencer?” She asked loudly. “What are you doing here?”

He furrowed his brows. “I live here? W-what are you doing here, Ashley?” He asked, glancing around.

“I’m watching the kids… for you and aunt Y/N…” She spoke slowly, he confusion growing. “Where is she?”

“Y/N- shit!” He gasped and checked his watch.

9:05

“Shit, shit, shit!” He cursed, a wave of realization washing over him. He was soon spinning around and rushing to the front door.

When he got the foyer, he froze. Y/N was there closing the door with a McDonald’s bag in hand. She had a sad look on her face as she tossed her keys into the bowl.

She looked up at him and gave a weak smile, walking past him into the kitchen. “Y/N, baby?” He called following her.

She set the food down on the counter when she reached the kitchen. “Mommy, daddy!” Diane screeched when she saw her parents.

She got up from the floor and quickly rushed to them. She scooped Diane up into her arms and patted Bo on the head as he hugged her legs.

“Did you guys have fun with Ashley?” She asked, widening her eyes and smiling at them.

Spencer could tell it was a fake smile.

Both kids nodded and went on and on about their time with Ashley. “I’m glad you guys had fun! But it’s time for bed, kiddos.” She kissed each of their heads and hugged them tight. She looked up at her husband. “Spence can you put them to bed? I’m starved.” She shook her head.

Spencer nodded. “O-okay.” He bent down to take Bo in one arm and took Diane from Y/N with the other and left the room, taking them upstairs.

“How were they?” She asked the girl, sitting on the bar stool and opening the McDonald’s bag.

Ten minutes later, Spencer came back down from getting the kids to bed and he sighed, glancing at Ashley and then at his wife.

“Thank you for tonight, Ash. I left some money on the key table for you.” Y/N smiled. “Bye hon.”

Ashley nodded and waved at them before leaving.

A moment of silence was over the husband and wife until Spencer spoke. “Y/N, I am so so sorry.” He said, sitting next to her.

Y/N looked over at him. “I know.” She gave him a weak smile. “I just— how did you forget? I called you eight times.”

Spencer furrowed his brows and felt his pockets and took out his phone. “Shit, it’s on silent.” He shook his head.

Y/N nodded. “And we’ve also been talking about this since… last month. You have an eidetic memory, Spencer.”

He leaned forward and placed his hands on her halfway covered thighs. “I know, baby. I— I’ve had a tough week. I’m so sorry. Let me make it up to you.” He tilted his head to the side.

“That was so embarrassing.” She shook her head. “I sat in a restaurant for an hour all dressed up. People gave me sad looks and it’s like I was in high School again getting stood up by a boy.” She looked down and placed her hands on his.

“I’m sorry you had a bad week.” She sighed. Spencer shook his head. “I shouldn’t be this upset.”

“No, honey, I’m sorry.” He said. “You’re here all day, everyday and I completely put you on the back burner and I know how much time away means to you.” He whispered. “You deserve to be mad at me.”

Y/N but her lip and stood up, Spencer did the same. “I could never stay mad.” She smiled. “Besides, we still have Valentine’s Day,” She shrugged. “And Ash will be free, so…” She slid her hands up his chest.

He looked down at her. “What if she has plans?”

Y/N smiled. “I love the girl but she’s hopeless.” She shook her head with a small chuckle.

Spencer laughed. “That’s so mean.” He told her, leaning down to peck her lips three times before giving her a long kiss.

She hummed and pulled away. “You don’t get wife-style kisses.” She shook her head. “You stood me up.”

Spencer groaned. “Have I told you how beautiful and sexy you look tonight?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Flattery won’t work either, Reid.”

She pulled away and spun around heading for the stairs, her heels clicking quietly. “Baby, please!” He gasped, feigning offense. “I’ll do the thing you like!” He called out. He was practically chasing her up the stairs.

“No sir.” Y/N hummed, narrowly escaping his grabby hands.

“Oh, don’t call me sir if you’re not gonna let me fu- ow!“

Y/N burst into a quiet fit of laughter as she spun and realized that her husband was so desperate that he fell up the stairs trying to get to her.

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Vigilance

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt is super jealous over Y/N getting male attention. He doesn’t know how to communicate this, causing Y/N to feel hurt🏵️ this is for the request asking for a jealous Matt when Y/N gets hit on

Warnings⚠️: None☺️ just super cute

Song for the chapter: Dead to Me-Kali Uchis

The triplets had orchestrated a vacation for our friends! They had invited Madi, Tril and Nate. The 7 of us were going down to Florida for 7 days! We had all been working on ourselves and our content that we hadn’t really had a chance to hang out and catch up.

Because we all live in different areas we had all decided to meet at the Air bnb that was on the beach. Although I am currently living In LA, I'm originally from NY and have been back home for the past 4 months, so I had to fly out alone.

And of course just my luck my flight was the only one of the 7 of ours that got delayed. So everyone was already at the house for a good two hours before I showed up.

I walked to the front door checking to see if it was locked, and I am not surprised that these fools left the door open. So I let myself in placing my luggage next to the door, and locking the door behind me

“HELLOOOOO” I yelled out, and to no surprise I heard nothing

As I walked to the kitchen I could hear talking, and laughing, so I knew they were outside on the balcony

“Who would’ve thought we’d all be together again” I said as I walked out the door

“Y/NNNNNN OH MY GODDDD SHES HERE” Madi said, jumping up and running to give me a hug.

“Madiiiii I’ve missed you so much” I said hugging her tightly

I walked over to everybody as they were all sitting around the little glass table that was in the center

“Hey Nick….I literally missed you so much” I said, giving him a big hug. Then I went over to Chris and hugged him “my favorite interesting character” I said squeezing him tight

“Yoo so good to see you again” Matt said in the most flirtatious way, giving me a big hug

“So great to see you” I told him after letting go

“Trilllll” I said as I gave him a hug too

“Yoo what’s Nate it’s been so long” I said as I gave him a hug

“It’s been like what a year??” He asked looking at me

“Dude I think it has been that long” I told him as I sat down next to him

“How was your flight?" I know it got delayed” Chris asked me

“It was alright. There was this dude next to me…oh my god wouldn’t stop talking to me” I said rolling my eyes

“Oh my god!!! A guy talking to you how dreadful” Madi said groaning

“Oh shut up” I said rolling my eyes at her

“What yall been up to while I’ve been gone?” I asked them

“The last 4 months have been insane. We’ve been growing by the second, and we just got back from tour” Nick said

“I saw! Congrats to Chris even though I’m a Matt girl” I said looking over at Matt

“The whole time we just kept talking about how much we missed you, and how you would have love coming on tour with us” Matt said

“I would killllll to have been on tour with yall” I said

“Why do you look so different” Nate asked me

I laughed at this and gave a confused look

“Different?” I asked

“Yeah….somethings different” he said eyeing me up and down

“Mmm, I dyed my hair black, and it’s longer now. I’ve might’ve put on some weight too, but uhhh not too much on that or I’ll spiral” I said laughing, they laughed with me

“Maybe it’s that” he said

“What the black hair? Or me gaining weight??? And answer carefully” I said raising an eyebrow

“I think it’s the weight! It looks good on you. Your bodies filling out” he said smuggly

“CREEPER MUCH” I said smacking him playfully

“Nooo not in that way. You just look so much happier and healthier now” he said rolling his eyes

“Yeah she looks healthier now cause her ass is fat” Madi said

“ALRIGHTTTT no more body talk” I said laughing

“It’s still pretty early, and we’re on the beach, so I say beach time???” Chris asked

We all agreed, and I was the first to get up and turn around. As I turned around Nate and Trils eyes followed down to my ass. Something Matt took note of, and he wasn’t happy about that.

Madi and I were sharing a room, and decided to match bathing suits. We both wore vibrant hot pink bikinis that were kind of a thong in the back. They weren’t cheeky but they also weren’t g string. Somewhere in the middle.

This was a matching suit we bought 5 months ago, and my body has changed in the last 5 months. So the top part was a little extra snug

“Madi you look so hot in pink” I told her

“You looks so hot in pink” she said

“I have to find my sun block, but could you go downstairs and find my purse” she asked me

“Of course baby” I said and went downstairs

All the guys were sitting on the couch waiting on Madi and I

“Have yall seen Madi’s purse” I called out from the kitchen

“Yeah it’s over here” Nick called out

“Perfect I’m coming” I said after slipping on my flip flops and walking over

“WOAHHHHH” Nick said causing everyone to look up from their phone

I just rolled my eyes at him, and went to grab Madi’s purse which was next to Matt.

“I like the pink” he said looking at me

“Thank you matt” I said smiling at him

“Oh I need a cover up. I left mine back home, and Madi’s are too small for me” I said

“Want one of my shirts?” Tril asked

“Sure” I said. He got up and came back a few minutes later with a shirt for me

“Thank you” I said slipping it on

Madi finally found her sunblock and came down stairs

“Aii bitches let’s go” she said

We walked out the front door and around the house to get to the entrance of the beach

Once we found a good spot we set up or towels, and I took off my shirt

“Hey could you pass me the sunblock” I asked Madi

“Yeah here” she said handing it to me

It was the spray on kind, so I sprayed myself except my back I couldn’t reach

“Back please” I told Madi handing her the bottle and turning around

Matt watched Tril and Nate, and immediately their eyes fell down to look at my ass. Nick also noticed this

“Y’all have no shame” he said to them shaking their head

They both laughed and put there hands up in defense

We all sat around tanning for a little bit, but I was starting to overheat

“Hey I’m going into the water it’s too hot” I said getting up and walking to the water

I got in the water about just below breast level. When I felt a ball hit me, so I turned around

“Oh I’m so sorry” the guy came walking over.

“Oh no worries it didn’t hit me hard” I said looking up at him blocking the sunlight out of my eyes

“What's your name?” He asked

“I’m Y/N, and yours” I asked him

“I’m Logan” he said sticking his hand out, which I happily grabbed and shook

“Nice to meet you Logan” I said

“Likewise” he said and winked

“Are you from here?” He asked me

“Oh no my friends and I are just on a vacation” I said to him

“Nice! I’m actually from here, but I live in Georgia right now for work” he said

“Oh, that's really cool. How’s Georgia?” I asked him

“I mean it’s nice, but it’s not Florida” he said shining his bright smile

“I mean that’s true. I’m from New York, so I get that” I said laughing a little bit

“You know tonight we’re having a bonfire my friends and I, maybe your friends and yourself would like to join?” He asked

“Uhh yeah maybe, I could ask them” I told him

“Alright well uh cool, I’ll see you around Y/N” he said started to walk back

“Yeah I’ll see you around Logan” I said, and decided to get out the water, and head back to everyone

“Who was that?” Madi asked me

“His names Logan, he was nice” I said to her drying myself off with my spare towel

“Yeah, and he was hot” she said

“Ehh he was okay” I said shrugging my shoulders

“Uhh no he was hot” Nick said chiming in

“So everybody was just watching me” I said laughing

“Well duh! A guy approaches you. We have to watch” Chris said

“Good to know, but anyways he invited us to a bonfire tonight on the beach. I told him I’d let you guys know” I told them

“Oh we have to go” Nate said

Everyone agreed except Matt

“How about you Matt?” I asked him

He just looked up from his phone and shrugged his shoulders

Hmm weird but what’s ever…”uhh okay” I said

We had gotten back from the beach a few hours ago, and decided to get some pizza from a nearby spot.

Eventually we all decided to head to the beach for the bonfire. I immediately saw Logan, so we walked over

“Hey Logan” I said

“Heyyy” he said going in for a hug, which shocked me, but I hugged him back

We all introduced everyone to each other and kind of just broke apart to talk to everyone

We were all sitting around the bonfire just talking

Logan was talking my ear off, and throwing compliments at me here and there. But I didn’t really care for him.

I kept glancing over at Matt who was occasionally talking to some girl.

I started to get a bit jealous. I really liked Matt, but I felt like he didn’t like me back. The girl had gotten up to get a drink, when Matt and I’s eyes locked. I smiled at him, and just kind of rolled his eyes and looked away.

That was weird?? And uncalled for

So I turned back to Logan and chatted with him. At one point he started to get a little too flirty. He went as far as tucking my hair behind my ear. And when I kind of moved my head away I looked at Matt, and he was watching me. But when he saw that he got up and started to walk away

“Uhh I’ll be back” I said to Logan and shot up walking after Matt

“Hey Matt what’s up?” I said walking with him

“Nothing” he said back bluntly

“Doesn’t seem like nothing” I told him

“Well it’s nothing” he said once again bluntly

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked him

“Nope” he said popping the P and looking at the water

“I’m not sure what I did to you, but whatever it is I’m sorry” I said and stormed off heading back to the house.

Got to the house, and went up to my bed. I started to cry. How could someone I adore so much just treat me like that. I didn’t do a single thing to him, and now he’s giving me the cold shoulder and being mean.

I ended up falling asleep before anyone came back, so I knew I’d face some questions when I woke up. Surprisingly, I woke up after everyone. I decided to shower and do my whole routine before heading downstairs

“Morning Y/N” Nick said smiling at me

“Morning guys” I said

“What happened to you last night?” Chris asked me

“Oh i got really tired, so I decided to head in” I told him as I sat down to eat a bagel

I sat next to Matt, and he didn’t even look over at me.

“Morning Matt” I said looking at him, he was drinking his orange juice, and all he did was raise his eyebrows at me.

We were on day 5 of our trip, and Matt was completely ignoring me now. He would go out of his way to not be near me, or interact with me at all. I spent those nights crying over how hurt I felt. I was hurting him, and he wouldn’t even talk to me about it.

Tonight everyone called it a night at about 12, but I was so riddled with anxiety that I stood up. I decided to sit outside on the patio

Once again letting tears fall from my eyes. Not understanding why he was being so mean to me. It was unfair.

I heard the screen door open and someone step out

“Y/N?” I heard someone say. I looked over my shoulder and scoffed

“What do you want Matt?” I said wiping my eyes and sniffling

“Are you crying?” He asked me sitting diagonal from me

“What does it matter” I spat at him

“Why are you crying?” He asked me with worry written all over his face

“Doesn’t matter not like you’d care anyways” I said to him

“I do care” he responded

“You’re not going to do this. You’re not going to sit and ignore me for 5 days, and then want to come out here and be all sweet and play therapist. You can go right back inside and leave me alone” I said shooing him

“Woah” he said taken aback

“Woah nothing matt…woah nothing. You’ve been a dick to me this whole trip, and I was so excited to see you. But for the past 5 nights, guess what I’ve been doing?? CRYING OVER YOU” I said slightly raising my voice

“God this is all my fault” he said rubbing his eyes and sighing

“It sure is” I said rolling my eyes at him

“I’ve been such an idiot. I’ve been bottling up how I feel so so fucking long” he said

“What the fuck are you saying” I said getting annoyed

“Y/N I like you so fucking much. That it actually brings pain to my heart and chest when I see you talking to other guys. And when Tril and Nate were looking at you making comments it just made me so jealous. And when Logan came over to you. I wanted to throw up with anxiety. I hated the fact that you were looking and talking to them, and not me. That I got so angry with you, but truly I was angry at myself, and jealous over someone who isn’t mine” he finally said

It took a second for all that to register in my head

“I..Matt what?” I said confused

“I really really like you. Like a lot” he said looking into my eyes

“Matt, I have liked you for the longest time. I missed you so fucking much while I was back home that I wanted to call you every second of everyday, but I just couldn’t bring myself to” I told him

“You should’ve….I would have picked up. For you I will always pick up” he said

“Y/N will you be my girlfriend?” He asked me getting up and walking to sit next to me

“Yes Matt. Yes I will” I told him looking at him

“God I’m such a fool. I will never ever do anything stupid like that again” he said pulling me in for a hug

“Matt never do that. Know that I am here for you. Always and forever. And however you’re feeling. Just come and speak to me about it. We will work this out together” I said pulling away

“I promise I will” he said giving me his pinky

I laughed and made a pinky promise with him, and with his other hand he pulled me in for a kiss.

The next two days of the trip were amazing. Matt and us had been doing everything as a couple, and truly enjoying the end of our vacation before we all had to head home

“TO US” we all screamed as we cheersed our soda cans

This was a vacation that would remain a core memory for me.

The End

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Bad Teachings (Pt. 6)

Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

WARNINGS: Strained Relationships, Anxiety, Abusive Parenting, implied emotional breakdown, awkward emotional distress handling, Awkwardness. Tension, comfort. Mild fluff.

Summary: Lost wars can bring the most unexpected of comforts.

Hope you like ✨

Pt. 7

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Feel like this song is perfect for the chapter:

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Fingers were about to type a reply but stopped. What use would be?

Ignoring him seemed the best option, your head had wasted enough energy in his antics, your brain had gone kaput when trying do decipher him. This is what you've gotten in return. You looked around, your little world. It couldn't be unbothered with external things, it was your fortress. The only place you allowed yourself to be you.

Annoyingly fixated into get a knitting technique right, collector of nail polishes, silly socks with passive self deprecating messages embroidered on them, face masks and beauty products; lingerie that was too pretty to not have even though, you'd flaunt it to none but yourself, a whole file in your phone of you in boudoir looking pictures was the proof.

A sucker for tragic romances, an avid exotic food consumer, and by exotic  you'd mean the middle eastern all you can eat buffet located a couple blocks away your building.

Fan of feminine looking shoes but wouldn't turn down a camping day, and get muddy even, get imperfect. Humanly flawed instead of presenting yourself to the world as an 'expensive doll' as Hobie had called you.

Of course you liked to dress up, but to do it every single day had turned into a task, like any other adult thing around you.

A sigh of yours merely filled in the place before going to sleep. You wouldn't go to Miguel’s, a trip to knowing a new place was far more interesting than dealing with whatever was bothering him. A bit of regret for offering previous help cocooned into your head.

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The biological clock in you, got you used to wake up at 7, made you to rose from bed, put some of that new international blend coffee you had bought yesterday to simmer; then you'd move to clean up the little mess in the kitchen you had done last night: a plate, a fork and a strawberry printed glass.

You then organized your toiletries in the bathroom, and began a strict yet short skincare routine. Washing face, moisturizing, and sun blocking. Then you went to the closet, something you had promised yourself to always organize once you had the time.

You went for a pair of palazzos, a ruffled skirt and some pointy flats, but changed your mind last minute, and rather picked a brown jacket, black joggers, sneakers and a turtleneck shirt. Comfy for a day of walking around in a cool day.

At eight you had eaten breakfast, and if it wasn't for the door knocking, you could've washed the dishes again and probably take a shower. Momma standing in the doorway screamed a whole new plan. Hide or run.

"M-Mom."

"Hey baby." She hugged your surprised form and made herself at home. You held her purse as you closed the door.

"I-I was gonna call you yesterday but some stuffs just showed up and I forgot." The words rushing out of your mouth.

She cleared her throat and you snapped to put the purse next to her.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"A bit of coffee would be great"

Nodding you went to the kitchen, a tight and uncomfortable knot coiled tightly in your stomach, anxiety was just warming up.

"I see you're still having a hard time adjusting to this new... place." She observed as her eyes toured the livingroom. Your college books although lined up in the corner, still were in the floor along some other items. Like a small potted cactus and a collection of old DVDs.

" Oh... Im... just busy. That's all." You offered the cup of coffe, she took a sip and scrunched her nose. You just stood there, at lost on what to actually say. It was rare when they paid you a visit in college, and even then their stay were only a couple of hours.

"Too strong." She hummed in disapproval and your eyes casted away .

Here we go...

"You have some... interesting neighbors. Just saw a young man that I'm sure that wouldn't pass an airport check up for the many piercings in his face."

Your expression faltered at her sneering, a bit of frown in your eyebrows.

"He's a good person."

"I didn't say he wasn't darling, a little bit more of... normalcy wouldn't hurt him."

Your eyes darted away from her, your face now solemn.

"Uhm, I don't wanna sound rude but-"

"You have somewhere to go?"

"Yes. I... I actually do."

"Oh? Didn't know you had gotten yourself some real friends "

Your lips pursed, trying to keep her comments at bay.

"I'm working on it."

"I'm sure. I mean, pen pals don't actually count since you can't hang around-"

"Mom."

She sighed and pushed the cup away. Your cue to retrieve it, like the coffee had offended her greatly.

"A little visit at home wouldn't bad for you, you know? We miss you."

We sounded pretty much a one sided word. You put the cup on the sink, not truly wanting to engage into her game.

"I promise to visit as soon as I can."  The flatness in your tone could be tasted miles away

"That's what you said two months ago, sweetie."

"I wasn't having as much free time as you think I am, mom. There was this new campaign... and I was ontop of it." you back still facing her.

The fortress shook.

"Ah, honey. I know your job is frustrating and quite busy, but a little hello mom, I'm fine. Can I stay for weekend?, wouldn't harm you. Just look at you, it's okay to be an stress eater, but you have to keep your mouth in check."

The stab was dug deeper. Your fortress was now crumbling.

"You know I worry about you, right?

What a fucked up way to show it.

You just nodded, dread creeping up your face as she pushed a strand of hair behind your pierced ear. You flinched, it was still tender.

"What is that?"

"Nothing. Just something stupid-"

She cupped your cheeks softly and you froze, she took a long and dispraising look at it as she sighed.

"Jesus, it's just a stupid piercing! Don't worry about it."

You pried yourself away from her touch, like her hands had burnt you.

She frowned

"Anyone with a respectable reputation in your workplace could see you not fit-"

"Not fit for what, mom?" Your fingers pinched your nose bridge. Anger simmering below the surface.

"You are meeting important people, honey. You can't go around looking like that. You must look-"

"Perfect." You nearly seethed the word, "I know."

You poured the coffee on the sink. She just watched you for a second. Your hands scrubbing the lipstick stain off the cup furiously she was surprised that the thing didn't break in your hands. She just sighed and grabbed her purse.

"If you want, I could help you getting this place-"

"I'll take care of it." voice firmer than you had intended to.

Her eyes remained on you for a bit too long and then she nodded.

"Call us, okay?" You opened the door for her, eyes refusing to meet her.

"Love you, cupcake"

"I know."

The words bitter tasting in your tongue as they rolled off. The door closed and your fortress was in shambles.

Your mouth exhaled a shaky and almost whimpering breath. You needed to escape, your little world had been compromised and you weren't sure to stand the emotional chaos that was left. Everything you had built was now on the floor, just like your overall mood. 

Normalcy? Stress eater? Perfect? You were sure none of those applied to you.

The battlefield had alot of your hurt and blood sprawled all over it, your face was still smeared by a forceful and imposing touch that was devoid of kindness as the knife she had plunged remained deep in your chest.

You didn't know exactly where this attitude and perfectionism had came, but ever since you had turned into a certain age, she'd give little comments here and there that would eventually lead you to your current state. Fucked up, yet moisturized. God, you couldn't wait to be home again and cry your hearts contempt.

Laughing almost bitterly at the realization that you now had to schedule your emotions accordingly. At least you still felt something. And right now, you just wanted to go back to bed and cry, the battle hadn't reached your safest spot, something you were grateful for.

Heart pounded miles per hour, chest constricting and head spinning made you support at the kitchen's sink. Pain pricked your eyes, but a still rational part of you grounded you with a deep exhale. You showered and got ready. Filled in your portable mug with coffee and left.

You had bought a little blt sandwich in the way, you parked and blinked away the stubborn tears that refused to leave without being shed. Patting a bit too rough your cheeks you took the mug, secured the car and went up the elevator.

Nervousness too preoccupied with it's own business to show up, a subtle anger had taken over. Miguel's doorbell was rang.

You looked at your phone's clock. 10 am.

The door opened and you were met with a surprised then a mild furrowing glance. His mouth went ajar but quickly shut it. The words he intended saying, died before anything as he studied your face. Nose a bit red from the previous sniffling.

"Come in." He'd mumbled and you entered, making your way to your work spot as last time. To your surprise his place looked a mess. Some clothes sprawled on his couch, a couple of dirty dishes on his sink, Curtains drawn in, place felt heavy and fusty.

"Go to the living room."

"Same as last time?"

"Pretty much, Yeah." He'd notice the metallic coffee flask on your hands. There was no coffee for him this time.

"You hungry?"

"Already had breakfast. Thanks." You went to the living room and began working. You were avoiding his stare as much as you could, any contact really.

He sat on the couch as you were already organizing files. A million questions popped up in his mind. Why had you stopped messaging him? You seemed unbothered by that, but rather hassled by something else.

Your pouty lips, set in a neutral line, eyes way too gone in a place he couldn't get permission to access just yet, your movements smooth yet void of the remarks you'd do of his work. There was no information sharing, no feedback. No praising from your end. Just silence.

He exhaled and focused on his share of files. You were usually the one that started the little conversations between the both, but after those two weeks of silence from your end, he would expect you asking him the why's and the like. And not that he'd remain silent. He had a valid excuse.

He'd be jumbled up in a room with a new working team as you were messaging him, all of them made noise, noise as in irrelevant ideas and complaining about the new upcoming project but none really offered solutions. He had been annoyed, greatly. His anger was misdirected and now he was neck deep in this predicament.

"Are you angry?" The question itself was stupid, he knew much, but it was the only sort of conclusion his million dollar brain could come up with.

"No." A half truth, "I just happen to have my own problems too." Snappy. He raised an eyebrow to you, genuine confusion on it.

"Besides, I'm just rolling with what you said"

What he had said? The only interaction you had was the text... Oh. Realization hit him like a gloved slap on his face. He went on your message log and reviewed the conversation again.

—That pretty much sums it up

                                   I see—

Fuck. You had taken his words at heart and had just left him be. An apology, that's what you needed, so maybe the heavy and dementor-like aura that irradiated from you would dissipate. What had happened? Cause anything that would make you come here, instead of being somewhere else, had to be grave enough to force yourself in this situation with him.

His belly grumbled after a couple of hours.

"Feeling hungry?" You shook your head

"Got my own lunch, thanks."

Another ammo wasted. His eyebrows knitted together a bit deeper. You were almost done with the first file.

"You should eat."

"I'm not hungry yet." At least you were talking. Barely glancing his way but talking. He ordered some food and finished his file.

He could do it on his own, really, the I need help sort of thing was just a bait to see if you'd still be around. These two weeks had been draining and antsy for him. At first he thought nothing of you, maybe you got busy as well. But as the silence kept stretching, things just spiraled between concern and vexation for him.

Concern because it was usually you the one that most, if not always started the little conversations between the both. They weren't precisely both ways, he also noted, mostly of him replying to whatever random question you'd pop him. But engaging completely, it was only when you were face to face, and even so, he'd still keep you on the surface.

And then, the vexation of the sudden realization of you growing tired of him, for real this time, had sent him reeling into over thinking when the answer you gave him was pretty simple.

I'm just rolling with what you said.

And still everything he had to do was to text back. Yet he didn't.

The fact that you could adapt easily on his words made him both impressed yet again, concerned. You took things at heart. He had to be specific and clear when it came to communicating with you. Great.

You weren't precisely a parrot around him, but the silence you could devote yourself was quite out of your amiable persona. You were snappy, teary eyed, closed off, shut down. You had definitely came here in order to escape from something.

A boyfriend? The thought made him chuckle inwardly, so far what you had told him about yourself quickly erased the idea. Of course he'd listen and pay attention. He just didn't know exactly what to pry from you. He wasn't making an effort in keeping you around either.

Meaning, that he'd always act aloof and detached around people that would eventually leave his life.

Assumptions, really.

He didn't know when that would happen and he was already making sure to severe ties. Coping perhaps? He didn't even know. All that he was certain of was that you weren't yourself and that was partially thanks to him.

His mouth was about to speak when your hand put a strand of hair behind your ear. Three hooped earrings adorning the upper lobe. And by the redness around each pierce, he'd say it was recent. Was this how you faced your problems? Inflicting pain on yourself?

He frowned.

"That's new." Uncertainty just pushed him into a brash mode that eventually would lead him into lash out when cornered. And right now you were leaving him with little options

Your eyes trailed to him, as he gestured over his ear. The piercings. Right.

"Did it yesterday."

"Does it hurts?"

You shook your head as you went for the other file.

"Hobie is a pro at it."

Hobie?

His eyes squinted trying to remember.

The punk guy you had for a neighbor, of course. It was a little too cliché, perhaps.

"Why three and not just one?"

"I wanted to, alright?"

You snapped and he held his hands in defense.

Jesus.. 

You sighed and shook your head.

"Sorry, just... Nevermind that. Can we focus on working, please?"

A clear I don't wanna talk about it. Or more like I don't wanna talk.

"Sure."

-----

Your phone buzzed as you were transferring the files to him. The name

' Lucio Work' displayed on your screen.

"Excuse me." You stood up from the floor and picked up the call.

From what he could see, you were tense. Arms tightly wrapped around you, like shielding yourself from anything that would hurt you further. Your back turned to him.

"No, it's fine. Really. Will check that up as soon as I get home." Your voice flat, absentminded as you focused on the floor.

"Right. Bye."

A deep sigh.

"I must go."

"It's fine, you finished early anyways."

You stared at him, waiting.

I'm sorry.

His eyes sized you. His lips trapping the apology, and that only made your hands tighten in fist briefly. You picked up your flask and the half eaten sandwich. This time you made sure your tools were with you.

"Guapa..." you felt anything but. You needed air, space even from the suffocating feeling on your chest. And needed it now.

"I-I gotta go." You hands fumbled with your belongings as you rushed to his door. Escaping. Again.

"Wait-"

You were gone. His hands were placed on his waist. There was no apology, but a wider rift between you. He sighed again, for the umpteenth time. He had fucked up.

----

Entering home felt returning to the aftermaths of a lost war. Cold empty space, the drip dropping of the kitchen sink was the only thing that made an effort to acknowledge your arrival. You pulled out the remnants of the BLT and ate just the bacon, discarding the soggy rest.

Your head pounded. Miguel’s eyes popped in your mind. He looked like he had the apology on the tip of his tongue, but pride was bigger than him. Expectations were set incredibly high only to be crushed later. It was the cherry ontop of a messy cake.

You made your way to your bedroom to transform yourself into a more comfy appearance. Hair pulled up in a messy bun as you removed bit by bit your clothes, leaving yourself naked before the mirror.

Flawed.

Your hands explored, prodded and touched your skin. The feeling of unpleasant textures under the pads of your fingertips made you turn away from the reflection. Baggy and comfortable clothes covered them.

Your night ended with the usual meal prep of the week, and of course you finally organizing the closet.

-----

You didn't call your parents. Instead just focused on the screen before you, typing bemused at information you knew by heart. Another brief, another little campaign to create.

Another day, the silence kept stretching on both ends. Your situationship with Miguel certainly offered more questions than answers. Like you had been threading carefully around him, unable to access to a different sort of level With him, it's what he allowed you to see. But you, had also just showed him what you let on.

You were even. And still, you didn't give in. Just shoved the telephone back in your tote bag, without realizing his chat's name appeared as "typing".

Your day went uneventful, unaware of your raging inner turmoil, not that it mattered anyways. The time and world had never stopped over broken hearts or minds, why would they stop now?

Lunch felt stale despite you adding a little vinaigrette to the salad you had packed. It's what you would be eating for the next five days.

You went home around five. The place still in hypothetical shambles from the previous encounter with a boss out of your expertise. You were yet to fix so many things. Some stuffs that would probably still in boxes ever since you moved in.

You changed once more in a humble appearance and pulled out the packaged furniture. Appetite was mess, you had ate, but it set heavily on your stomach.

Bit by bit you started to unpack and pull piece by piece. A little bag of screws and a screwdriver fell out of the rectangular box, along the user manual.

It couldn't be that hard right?

----

Two hours of pure nothing. Your fingertips were sore by the pressure you had applied on the screws, only for it to be assembled in the wrong way. You kicked it away from you. Angry tears just bursted from your eyes.

The user manual crumpled and thrown away somewhere. You curled up in the floor, face hid between your arms and legs.

Why you were so stressed? why you weren't perfect? Why you struggled so much to stand your ground against your mother? Why wasn't Miguel a less complicated guy?

Why? Why why?

You were tired of the whys and the little to no answers they provided you. You dreaded the call your angry mother would do in a couple of weeks after not hearing from you again. You dreaded the campaign not being as successful as your other ones. You dreaded the next rent payment. You dreaded to cry to yourself to sleep again, cause there was none to bask in your misery with, but yourself.

The knowing yet still horrifying conclusion that you were irrelevant in people's lives, didn't help at the hopelessness feeling that was nesting on your chest. You had always been that unremarkable NPC that just minded her business and let life happen around her.

It was sometimes of your wonder what kind of person you would've been if some things would've displayed different for you. Would you still be an expensive doll? Would you still work in a fancy world that the only term that actually applied to it was shallow?

You braced yourself.

Numbness spreading through.

But of course, only for tonight since you had to offer your best smile every day. It was part of the looks.

Your door was knocked.

Caked tears were wiped away the best as you could, as you made your way towards it. A little rustling from the other side. You sniffed and opened the door. Eyes widening at the person behind it. Miguel.

Mahogany eyes seized you, a painful twist in his heart at the sight. You were  a complete different person from what he was used to see. Unkempt, wet shirt probably from the tears you had certainly been crying, puffy eyes, swollen lips and nose. A shirt his size probably, hiding the body he had already tasted twice.

Your lip trembling made him swallow.

"May I come in?"

His voice soft. He held a brown paper bag in one hand and his lab coat and ID in the other.

You wiped your eyes before letting him in. His scanned the place. Half assembled furnace thrown hapzardly on the floor, screws and other tools rested in a bag. A few holes on the cardboard packing, like you had stabbed the screwdriver through it. You sat in the further wall, resuming your task of picking up the fallen smaller pieces.

Sidling through the living room, he stopped at the couch. He put his lab coat on it and then pulled the paper bag closer, his feet took him where you were.

"Why are you here, Miguel?"

Your words held no malice but pure curiosity although your voice was deflated.

"Here." He offered you the paper bag. He saw your hands hesitating, not that he blamed you though. But eventually you accepted it. He had to bend over to place it on your hands.

"It's for you." He breathed as his arms rested at his sides.

You pulled a small golden box with a colorful arrange of macarons, colors that matched your color aesthetic. Red, browns, white, blue and of course black. A little piece of paper tucked in the left.

Sorry

The words scribbled by himself. His penmanship was usually hurried and doodle like, something you had noticed from the annotations in the files you had helped him with. But this seemed different, he had taken his time on it. Legible and solid.

He studied your face, so far there was nothing that gave out any sign of hostility. Just pure surprise and of course, sadness.

"Though you'd like it." He cleared his throat, "I... owe you an apology"

Hearing the words from his mouth only made you blink at him, face flushed by the constant burn in your eyes, lower lip quivered, bloodshot eyes, to finally let fat tears roll down. He tensed.

You didn't like it?

His hands fisted and relaxed as you cried, unsure to make a much more personal approach. He pushed a couple of pieces of whatever furnace you were trying to assemble, away from his path and soon, he crouched to finally sit next to you. His frame engulfing the space.

"I'm sorry. All I had to do was to text back, right?"

You nodded through a hiccup. Then wiped your face.

"Here." He offered his handkerchief as he reached for the crumpled user manual.

"Leave that. I'm not doing it." you croaked, trying to find a steady tone in your voice

"It's kind of the same one I have."

Sighing you just shrugged and let him. Your knees supported your arms, as your chin rested in one of them, the other one, was above your head. Like a self comforting gesture.

"I was... in a meeting. A pretty fucking annoying one, when you texted."

Your eyes darted to him, but stared back at the wall. Matching your current mood. Dry and dull.

"I know work is your main priority, I shouldn't pester you either. I wasn't giving you the silent treatment. Felt the opposite really. So I just... stopped reaching out"

His lips gave a weak chuckle, to then disarm what you had done with the furnace. Your words were simple, yet pithy. Miscommunication was the culprit. And he had encouraged it to get this far.

You remained quiet, fixing your glance in the red macaron.

"At first I knew you were busy too. But... then the silence kept going. Kinda reminded me when you suddenly vanished those years ago."

"Im sorry too. Shouldn't have been so... upset and snappy at your own home"

"I caused it." He shrugged

"Partially. I didn't want you to think I was clingy or somehow desperate."

He shook his head with a stifled laugh.

"You're good company too. But guess I just read wrong between lines, like usual. It's... stupid really. My bad for that" you rubbed your temple.

"What are you talking about?"

"I... thought that I was making you uncomfortable or that you were annoyed"

His head shook.

"Trust me, is more like a me problem than anything. But no. It wasn't that"

"The reason I started messaging you really was cause, you're nice to talk to. I mean, sure you take a lot of time, and barely speak, but you aren't... a complete idiot. But then you sent that last text"

You chuckled as he begun assembling the shelf.

"Not the best idea I've had so far." He secured the base.

"May I know what happened before you showed up?"

You stared at him, a bit taken aback that he'd notice such thing.

You groaned and shook your head.

"Mom happened."

His eyebrow quirked but just nodded. Not prying further. You focused on helping him, the little shelf slowly coming to life. A little of your shambled fortress, restored and fortified.

"I hope that piercing your body doesn't turns into a habit"

"Oh?"

"There's better ways to let it out, that's all I'm saying" You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

"Relax, I had wanted to do this ever since I was in college."

"Why now though?"

"Saw the chance, took it." you shrugged

"Quite impulsive"

"It was that or give myself a pixie cut"

His eyes were on you and you sighed 

"Of course I am joking."

Not even you were that convinced.

"What about hobbies?

"I have some. Well, started one recently. Knitting is calming. And I've been wandering the city, looking for new places"

"Get me the other bag, please"

Your tears had subsided, your hand gave him the bag full of more screws and little rubber lids to prevent sliding, still, there was a bit of heavy aura hanging in the air.

"Do you have any hobbies, Miguel?"

"I guess"

"Like?."

"Reading. How come you've been wandering the city alone?"

"It's... cathartic. That's what I've been doing these past two weeks. I... I wasn't showing up on Sunday actually, but again... Mother happened."

"Do you wanna talk about that?"

"No."

A way too quick response.

"Maybe... later or in a future." You sighed and watched his hands work.

"Family is complicated" He grunted as he secured the last bits of shelf's final part.

"Loving them is... overrated" His eyes snapped at you, a knowing yet silent nod on his eyes.

He stood and helped you as well, then, pulled the shelf up. It was bigger than you had actually anticipated, at least one thing was out of the way and you wouldn't have to bend over to pick up your books anymore.

You begun organizing them. Your living room was small. A single L couch stuck to the wall, a window on the bottom wall, sparse furniture, a TV stand with no portraits of yourself or any family really, and now the shelf that was being filled in with things. The door at the bottom was your bedroom he supposed.

Compact, yet cozy. It suited you.

He went through some files, pictures of your previous work campaigns on his hands. Quite profesional looking. Of course they had to be, it was your job to create these sort of pieces, a little understanding of why you always looked straight out of a magazine came to him.

A job requirement. And of course you'd accomplish that to a t. Kinda reminded him of your college years. Unremarkable socialité, but good at what you were studying for. The pictures reflected it.

He took another file and saw little Polaroid format printed pictures. It was all the places you had visited so far. The pictures gave him a little glimpse of things you enjoyed. You weren't one for too strict routines, You could adapt, but still would need a little spark to keep yourself grounded.

Wandering the city was like an anchor for you. Tea bars, bakeries, a thrift shop that surely had some characters in it. The liqueur shop. And of course, Hobie's workplace.

He could recognize the bakery's desserts. It was the one he got your macarons from. One was missing from the box. It made his lips curve softly.

"You have talent."

You blinked at him as he went through more folders of pictures.

"Oh... thanks?. I really enjoyed that class"

"You should publish them."

"Can't do that, they're confidential until a campaign is ready to be launched. You aren't supposed to be even looking at them actually. Might open a photography profile though, just for fun." You shrugged as you accommodated your reading books.

"You like it?"

"Yeah. I'm more invested in the knitting though"

"How's that going?"

"I'll get there." your lips mumbled.

You then offered a canned soda.

"I know this place." He pointed at the pictures of the bakery.

"Oh, yeah, they're good." You put the DVDs in a different shelf.

"They have these delicious mini cakes called petit fours. But I stay with Julien's Potions."

"What's that?"

You showed him the pictures of the Tea bar. His eyes scanned the images with mild amuse.

"Is it good?"

"Very. The mango muffin is just heavenly"

"Would you like to go?" He stared at you, voice gentle, just as his face.

You looked up at him with big eyes. A little spark of excitement in them. Finally the heavy aura dissipated.

"Are... Are you sure? I mean, your work is demanding and-"

"After work, guapa. We can go."

"Really? I... don't want you to do this out of... pity or anything. It's fine, really-"

"Im not."

"Promise?"

His eyes softened at your smile.

"Te lo prometo." (Promise)

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[blue-jisungs]

helllooo if ur requests are kinda closed bc of ur main request game thing (idk what u call it 😭) then ignore this!! but if ur requests are open and you’ll need time to get to this bc of ur request game thingy (wow great wording 😋) can u do an enhypen reaction (ot7) to a fem!idol!reader being in a really popular gg? HELP- the ideas rlly basic but so am I so like- 😍👌

you’re an idol ♡

a/n. sorry you had to wait for so long 🧍‍♀️ i hope you enjoy it!! also it’s not a basic idea i really wanted to write something like this hehe

┆彡 HEESEUNG [ 희승 ]

he’s your big fan but the biggest protector

during vlives he makes everything so you do not see hate comments

same with tweets. no idea how he does it but whoever tweets a bad word abt you they have their acc removed in a matter of hours 🧍‍♀️

besides that, hums your group’s songs 24/7

in private tho

bc he knows if one of the guys catch him, he’s being teased forever

also shows off your group merch on vlives!!

pssst, he’s a big fan of the light stick :”)

┆彡 JAKE [ 제이크 ]

engenes on weverse or bubble are low-key tired of him bc he talks about you and your group 24/7

“DID YOU SEE Y/N’S NEW IG POST?! THATS MY GF!!!”

literally has your pc tucked in his wallet and his phone case :”)

once got matching hair with you to support your comeback (spoiler: managers and jungwon were not happy)

sings your songs on lives <3

that’s actually how engenes and your fans started to figure out you’re dating

bc like… he won’t shut up about you. even on vlives or celebrity shows.

but it’s fine, he’s cute while doing that + you two make an adorable couple <3

┆彡 JAY [ 제이 ]

no one in the public knows (at first…)

but privately they are all sick of him 🤕

“[gg name] this, [gg name] that…”

heeseung jokes that he should be in your group since he talks more about than enhypen

also his music taste contains of 99% rock and that 1% of your group’s sweet songs about love╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

once (1) he danced to your song - especially your part - and engenes went WILD

engenes craved more jay covering gg songs

they ask, they shall receive! isn’t that suspicious that it’s only your group’s songs though…?

no one cares (respectfully) as long as grumpy jay is dancing cutely :D

┆彡 JUNGWON [ 정원 ]

he’s so in love, everyone can see that

“did you see y/n’s special stage today?! oh my goodness, she was so cool! and the outfit? and the– i mean… [gg name] did well!”

we all know his eyes were on you and you only

he always records your ending fairies 🥹

that means he has a whole ass folder for them + fan cams, memes and clips :”)

always helps you when you struggle with some parts of your choreos or such!!

and he’s so adorable that you can’t say no to his puppy eyes when he asks you to spoil something about your comebacks

“jungwon, no. i told you too much already!” “but…” “okay… but don’t tell others!”

he has a small key ring with a plushie of your representative animal attached to his keys :”)

┆彡 NISHIMURA RIKI [ にしむら りき ]

he could not care less about his managers scolding you – he covers your group’s songs all the time

and he always nails it… but when he does it with you though, he always goofs around and gives you your time to shine <3

literally knows all the choreos, the boys would be 99% that he knows them better than their own

riki literally threatens you to send selfies of yourself when you have a stage performance

he loves all that cutie accessories they put on you and often ends up stealing eg your hair clips…

btw he saves the selfies too <3 esp when it’s a goofy angle… he can’t help but grin like an idiot at his phone

you made a funny mistake on air? get ready to be teased about it.

kind of off topic but you are literally the industry’s fav couple (yk… you kinda took hyuna and dawn’s spot– okay i’ll go now) bc HOW!! CUTE!! YOU!! TWO!! ARE!! TOGETHER!!

┆彡 SUNGHOON [ 성훈 ]

he’s like “your songs suck” and then proceeds to sing them for the whole day

when he was a mc and your group happened to be performing at music bank he would non-stop stare t you with hearts in his eyes :”)

making lil jokes too (hawaii you?)

during en o’clock he’s known to dance randomly to your songs 😭

but then when you laugh at him bc of that he’s like “well it’s your fault it’s so catchy😕”

he’s so sweet though :( once you had a comeback and due to his busy schedule he couldn’t be with you...

… so he sent you a big (and i mean BIG) bouquet of flowers in colours that matched your cb concept and a cake with a cute drawing!!

also there was a card attached to it. it said “congratulations on your comeback! you did a great job! we loved it!” - enhypen”

but then when you thanked them for it they were like ??? what flowers !!!?

turned out hoon was to shy to admit it was his idea so he just wrote it was them 🥹

┆彡 SUNOO [ 선우 ]

SUCH A SWEETHEART ABOUT IT :((

writes abt u and [gg name] on weverse!! “did you see [gg name]’s new mv? i loved it!”

dancing tiktoks are a must!! especially with you!! engenes love to see him all happy and giggly with you

also does lil dances out of nowhere :”)

buys your albums. literally dates you and yet he’s the biggest fanboy – literally full on collector

he has to have every single one of your pc

(and yes you sneak some stuff for him, and he straight on goes :D)

often recreates your mv/cb makeup and outfits for fun

and you too… and then you have adorable pictures to post and that results in your fans and engenes to lose their mind 🤭

(and because of that people often set up matching pfps of you two <3)

[ masterlist <3 ]

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[averytirednerd]

About Episodes 7 and 8...MASSIVE SPOILERS!!

Initial thoughts (because if I talk about EVERYTHING right now you'll be here for at least half an hour)...

WHAT THE HELL?!

I mean I loved getting to watch the season finale, don't get me wrong. But I have just as many grievances as things I loved about it and also SO MUCH happened?!?!?!

Charlie: Loved getting to see her be all demon-y, I've been waiting all season. Also loved her and the cannibals (especially Rosie!!!). So glad she got to work w/ Luci to protect the hotel <333 She and Vaggie are adorable too.

Vaggie: I really enjoyed watching her and Carmilla's song, that was cool. Protecting her girlfriend, very cute. I liked seeing her and Lute have that little face-off.

Husk: Sad that we didn't get to see much of him, but I get it. His interactions with the others were sweet (especially Angel). I loved the one line he got to sing on his own in that last song of episode 8. 😍

Angel: Ngl I am very glad he wasn't the one to die. It would've been a fun little "oh crap" moment but I really didn't want to be right. He's still got business down there. His interactions with the others here are everything to me, and he's just grown so much and aaaaaa. It's lovely to see! I love him more and more with every episode.

Niffty: YOU GO, GIRL!!!! Love to see the stabbing. I also really loved the...one line Nifty got. Kimiko Glenn's voice is a gift, I freaked out over getting to hear one line. Anyway. not much else to say other than I definitely thought it was Alastor doing a big "oh look, I'm alive!" thing when Adam got stabbed, but I was pleasantly surprised.

Cherri Bomb/Sir P: I was surprised, to say the least, when Cherri and Sir P had that little moment. Glad they got it before he went and DIED. Cherri is such a good friend to Angel and she's great. Now, onto Sir P...WOW, OKAY. Glad we know Charlie's plan isn't completely stupid. Wonder how Sera's gonna react to him being there now, lol.

The Vees: FIRST OFF, VOX?????? "This is better than sex!" 💀💀💀 Truly was not expecting to see as much of the Vees as we did. Not complaining though. It was...interesting...to say the least, watching Vox get as excited as he did over the prospect of Al dying (still as obsessed as ever, fr). Not at all surprised to see Val and Vox have a thing going, I figured from the interactions we've seen so far. Them dancing together was silly, them practically making out was less so 😃. Also, gotta continue the love for Velvette--putting up with these two idiots must take a lot. Also also, her HAIR! HER HAIR!! EEEEE

Lucifer: I reallllyyyyyy enjoyed seeing Luci make a return to help Charlie, even if it was in one of those "last-minute saves" that I usually hate. Idk, makes sense here I guess because he's probably always watching over Charlie some way. ALSO LUCI AND CHARLIE GOING ALL DEMON-Y TOGETHER WAS <33333333 I really loved him starting off that last song in episode 8, and telling Charlie that he believes in her. It was so sweet. I love Luci sm, hoping he becomes a more integral part of the crew in s2.

Adam/Lute/Lilith: HAHA HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LOSE??? Lute got what she deserved with the whole...arm thing. ALSO WHAT--JUST GONNA CASUALLY DROP LILITH IN HERE NOW? Sure, fine, whatever, totally cool. Not sure how to feel about Lilith atm so moving on. I dunno why I was so shocked upon seeing Adam's face. I guess I expected him to...not look as good as he does? Also so upset that he broke Al's staff. How rude. He sucks.

Rosie: Not how I expected her to sound, but I'm most certainly not disappointed. I don't have much to say other than I loved literally everything about her. No complaints--at least not yet ig, need to go back and rewatch the episodes critically. Her and Alastor is everything to me, and seeing them dance was <333333 I cannot express my excitement over it enough.

Alastor: Saved him for last because yes. If I wasn't limiting myself to a short paragraph for each, I'd be writing a whole essay just about Al, I swear....CANNOT believe what just happened omg. Not only did we get to see silly Al in episode 7, but we got to see scary (and scared) Al in episode 8. He's really freaking out, it's so entertaining! I'm so glad it wasn't him who died, I started getting a bit worried for a minute there....His relationship with Rosie is aaaaa, best of besties fr. Fighting Adam scene was glorious. Making Vox act like an idiot even when not trying was funny to watch (Vox's obsession with this guy is so silly). Him retreating sure was a move, but I'm glad he didn't get all stubborn and end up dying. Him ranting a bit in his section of the final song was so...AAAAAAA. Man is so scared, he looks stressed as can be. I need to see Alastor just have an external breakdown because he honestly feels like he's on the verge of one. 💀

Stopping for now before I go on a bigger rant than I already have. To those who read all this, I'm so sorry pfft. Feel free to leave a comment if there's something you wanna discuss (or, better yet, send one of those ask thingies. I do not have comments figured out yet...)

Anyway, have a good one <3

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[girlkisser13]

Okay but, taking the pjo + hoo characters to the eras tour, how would it go? (Annabeth is a midnights enjoyer so true)

warnings: eras tour setlist spoilers

a/n: hey guys!!! let me know if i should do a second part or a third part but with minor characters.

annabeth chase

annabeth is 100% a midnights stan. she LOVES "you’re on your own kid". she's also a folklore and evermore stan (because of the high vocabulary). she's a closeted swiftie because she got bullied for listening to her when she was younger. when you're going to the concert with her, she definitely devises a strategy to beat the merch lines. at the concert, she wouldn't sing/yell the lyrics with you but she'd have no problem lip syncing along to the music.

annabeth is a devoted swiftie. she loves deciphering all of taylor's easter eggs and analyzing her genius lyricism. she's the swiftie who you wait for to analyze taylor's newest album so that you know what she's singing about and all of the references that she makes lmao. she absolutely slayed her analysis of ttpd and ttpdta.

frank zhang

frank is by no mean a swiftie but after you introduced him to songs like, "the archer" and "this is me trying", our boy was converted into one. i feel like frank would be a nonchalant swiftie, he wouldn't follow what she was doing 24/7 and he wouldn't like obsess over what she's going to do next. frank is soooo speak now coded (i will not he taking any questions).

frank is at the eras tour for the vibes. he’ll sing along to the songs that he knows. he’s also the designated merch holder. he’d probably dress up as joe (the hat and the denim jacket, iykyk). i feel like he’d enjoy watching the film more than going to the concert because of the difference in atmospheres. however, he still has a great time at the concert.

grover underwood

grover is a evermore stan fr. he enjoys the nature aesthetic and vibe that evermore gives off. he talks shit to anyone who thinks that evermore is her worst album. he’s only at the concert to have a good time and isn’t stressing about the surprise songs or anything like that. however, he lost his shit when taylor opened evermore with "‘tis then damn season" and when she sang "tolerate it" (it’s his favorite song).

hazel levesque

initially, hazel wasn’t a swiftie but just because taylor didn’t exist during her time. but after piper and leo introduced her to her music, hazel was converted into a swiftie. she’s a fearless and speak now stan.

hazel would be too shy to scream or yell the lyrics with you but she’d happily lip sync along to the songs that she knows. her favorite part of the concert was dressing up. the two of you spend the whole night singing, dancing, and laughing with one another.

jason grace

jason is not a swiftie but he could be converted into one if you were. he’s a folkevermore stan fr. he also thoroughly enjoyed ttpd and ttpdta. like frank, he’s definitely a more nonchalant swiftie but he would enjoy listening to your rants and predictions on what she’s going to do next.

he would dress up as the heartbreak prince to your miss americana. he would try his hardest to learn all of the lyrics to her songs so that he could sing it with you but because her discography is so vast, he printed out sheets with the lyrics on them so that he could scream her lyrics with you. he’d definitely propose to you during “love story" (if the two of you were in the that stage in your relationship).

we all know that jason emits husband energy and is a natural gentleman. so after the concert you know that that man is carrying you out of there because your legs hurt from dancing and would immediately make you some tea when you get back if you lost your voice too. he would also go and get any merch that you wanted during the concert so that you wouldn’t miss anything. like frank, jason is also at the eras tour for the vibes but he still has a great time and is thankful that he gets to enjoy this experience with you!!!

leo valdez

leo's a swiftie fr. piper introduced him to her music and they listen to her new albums together. he excessively hates all of her ex-boyfriends that treated her poorly (joe j, john, jake, etc.). he’s also 100% red coded but i feel like he also likes 1989.

leo would go all out on his eras tour outfit. he would create a unique and funny outfit or he would go as lasik taylor. he would happily join in with singing/yelling the lyrics with you. he definitely fangirls at every single song change. his favorite song to sing is all too well (10 minute version). piper also teaches him all of the chants so that he can impress you.

nico di angelo

like hazel, nico wasn’t a swiftie at first because obviously, taylor didn’t exist during the era that he lived in. but after will and piper introduced him to her music, he got converted into a swiftie. he’s a folkevermore stan fr (but more evermore than folklore). at the concert, nico would be too shy to sing the songs and he’d probably lip sync along to the lyrics when he thinks no one’s looking. he’d dress up as the reputation era just so he could wear black. he got a bracelet from someone and now wears it every single day. like frank, he’d prefer to watch the film compared to going to the concert just because he’s scared of big crowds.

percy jackson

like annabeth, percy’s a closeted swiftie because he got bullied for listening to her when he was younger. percy is a 1989 and lover stan. he’s 100% a "me!" and "you need to calm down" lover. he also LOVES taylor’s ovulation songs. (false god, dress, i can see you, etc.).

he goes all out for his eras tour outfit and probably dresses up wearing an outfit that taylor wore once and expects everyone to know when she wore it. like leo, percy fan girls at every single song change and probably screams the lyrics to her songs louder than you do.

piper mclean

piper is a HUGE swiftie. she's a pop girlie so naturally, she's a 1989 stan. i headcanon that she's a hopeless romantic so she's also a reputation and lover stan. for the longest time, she didn't believe that taylor and joe broke up. (they could never make me hate you joe!!!) she absolutely lost it when taylor annoyed 1989 tv.

the two of you guys went all out for your eras tour outfits and would probably coordinate outfits or do a cute couples outfit. she definitely gets you guys tickets in the pit where the two of you spend the whole time dancing and singing/yelling the lyrics to every single song. piper knows every single chant too (1 2 3 lgb). the two of you spent months making friendship bracelets to trade with everyone and at the end of the night, you guys traded enough bracelets to the point that they go up to your elbows. she definitely experienced gay panic during the vigilante shit choreography.

reyna ramírez-arellano

reyna is SOO speak now coded (better than revenge 👀). she’s also a reputation stan. if kanye west has a million haters reyna is one of them. if he has one hater it’s her. if he has no haters, she’s dead. reyna avila ramírez-arellano hates kanye west with a passion.

reyna would dress up as the reputation era and would probably coordinate her outfit with nico. at first, reyna would be too shy to sing along to the songs but after you danced with her a few times she began to loosen up and she ended twirling you around and softly singing along with you.

will solace

will is obviously a debut and fearless stan. i feel like he prefers old taylor over new taylor but he's still a swifitie regardless. he definitely cried when he found out that taylor didn’t dedicate a section of songs for debut on the eras tour. he’d definitely wear a cowboy hat with his eras tour outfit. i feel like he wouldn’t yell the lyrics with you because he’d be scared he’d lose his voice but he’d happily sing along with you.

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[karuuhnia]

I've been a Pokémon fan since the very beginning and recently a friend asked me who my favourite character was. I couldn't answer with just one character. So instead I gave her my top 3 favourites from each generation - and then turned it into this. lol

A little bit more info under the cut if you're interested.

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Please do not alter, repost/reupload or redistribute my artwork anywhere! (Reblogging is perfectly fine, of course.)

Gen 1:

Blue: The original rival, you loved to hate him. :D

Erika: I loved her design as a kid, even though I had no idea what a kimono was back then lol

Bill: No idea tbh lol. I like his hair and that he's a nerd, I guess? Honestly, Gen 1 did not have that many memorable and fleshed out characters, so I kinda struggled here.

Gen 2:

Lance: Honestly, he was my fave in Gen 1 already. I love his strength, his design, his virtuousness, his bravery, his code of honour, his everything. To me he's like a knight in shiny armour from old fairytales. lol I could spend a whole day describing all the things I love about him, but I don't wanna bore you.

Eusine: Probably a weird pick for many because he is kinda obnoxious in the game lol I've always had a soft spot for him though and I really wanted him to get Suicune in the end, after he'd changed.

Morty: I love his design and colours and that he's Eusine's bff and voice of reason.

Gen 3:

Steven: He is classy, wears a really awesome suit, has very cool Pokémon and is still a huge nerd. I love it!

Archie: (I see you, @chipsncookies) Big hunk with a big smile and a cool outfit. Beard. Not a bad guy, actually. Learns that he was wrong and does everything to make things right again. Frienemies with Maxie.

Maxie: Scrawny beanpole with a silly (but very cozy looking) outfit. Secretly a dork. Not a bad guy either. Learns from his mistakes and wants to make them right again. Frienemies with Archie.

Gen 4:

Riley: I was a huge fan of Sir Aaron in the movie and Riley is just as awesome. I love his hat too. His personality is also similar to Lance's, so that's a huge plus.

Cynthia: I really, really like her. She is so cool and strong and her theme is amazing. Just like Charizard she's become too popular and that gets a bit tiresome sometimes.

Looker: Okay, I admit, it took me a while to get used to Looker. But now I like his quirky, funny Inspector Gadget shenanigans. What changed my mind was the aftergame of XY. ;__;

Gen 5:

Ingo & Emmet: I couldn't do it. I couldn't choose who of them I like more. So they share the first place.They're a duo anyway. And absolutely inseparable. R-Right?

Elesa: I like her mainly because of the fanon that she's bffs with the subway twins. But she's also not the bitchy supermodel that I first thought she was. She's actually kind and supportive.

Alder: Funny grandpa with awful hair, but a big heart and a great theme song.

Gen 6:

Lysandre: His design always gave me Ganondorf-vibes. That's pretty much it. His goal is stupid.

Emma: Her storyline in the post-game was by far the best thing in XY. And her theme is so beautiful!

Sycamore: I still wish he had actually turned out to be evil. I still like him.

Gen 7:

Kukui: What is not to love about him? He's a hunk, he loves his wife, he takes in Lillie, he punches Pokémon with his bare hands.

Lillie: Sweet little girl who deserves all the love from her friends and her adoptive parents instead of all the shit her psycho bio mother put her through.

Burnet: She's sweet and smart and kind and I wish she had a much bigger role in the game. Her anime part was great though <3

Gen 8:

Piers, Sonia and Raihan: Honestly... These are pretty much the only characters that I remember lol Gen 8 was very underwhelming for me.

Gen 9:

Arven: Just a poor neglected boy who wants to save his sick dog. In contrast to his shitty parents he's got a big heart, is caring, nurturing and supportive.

Clavell: The twist about this character was that there was no twist. He is just a very kind grandpa who genuinely cares for the well-being of his students. I also LOVE his battle theme.

Hassel: This game really is full of wholesome boomers. Hassel's got a huge heart for art and his students and Pokémon. He's also not afraid of showing his emotions.

#pokemon #pokemon blue #pokemon erika #pokemon bill #pokemon lance #pokemon eusine #pokemon morty #pokemon steven #pokemon archie #pokemon maxie #pokemon riley #pokemon cynthia #pokemon looker #pokemon ingo #pokemon emmet #pokemon elesa #pokemon alder #pokemon lysandre #pokemon emma #pokemon sycamore #pokemon kukui #pokemon lillie #pokemon burnet #pokemon piers #pokemon sonia #pokemon raihan #pokemon arven #pokemon clavell #pokemon hassel #karuuhnia draws

[wewereborntomakehistory]

How Do I Do This?

Fandom: Chicago PD/One Chicago

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Female!Reader; Kelly Severide x Platonic!Reader; Stella Kidd x Platonic!Reader

Warning/s: Mentions of Divorce, Anxiety and Alcohol Consumption

Request: No

Word Count: 979

A/N: This is based off of the song, How do I do This? by Kelsea Ballerini. You don’t need to listen to the song to get this by any means but I recommend you do! It’s a song that’s been on my mind for a while and I just love Kelsea’s music as a whole! It got a little away from me so apologies for that! I’m also still working on requests and some more chapters of my Jay Halstead fic so please be patient with me.

Enjoy!

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Are you free Saturday? I know a spot

Those two texts come in rapid succession as you finish cleaning the store up. You’d usually try to avoid checking your phone so often in front of your manager, but by this time you were usually the only one left.

What did you have in mind?

You erase the message in-between organizing the new book shipment.

Saturday? That’s a little too close for me.

You erase that message while balancing the books for that day.

By the time you lock up the store and head home, you had thought up a couple million ways to respond before erasing them. Putting your key in the lock and you finally respond with a simple Yes.

Your next thought was right before you slid into bed for the night. Where the hell is your dress?

Specifically, your little black one that showed off all of your curves. The one that was probably lonely from being unused for so many years.

Having split from your husband over a year ago and trying to start fresh back in Chicago, you were worrying yourself into a spiral. You hadn’t been on a date since you were 22 and you were feeling out of place, getting back into the dating scene at 29.

You and your ex had grown apart from the moment your marriage started. You had done everything you could to keep everything together. You—being the one who made more money—had bought a big house. One that had room for you two to grow a family and have a backyard for a dog. It felt right at the time, maybe it would be enough so the walls didn’t seem like they were closing in.

You and your ex had been fine. But that’s all you were…fine. You finally convinced him to do therapy with you and, unfortunately, the final straw for you was when you realized that he loved you more at 23, then at 27.

You had filed for divorce not long after that. He claimed he hadn’t seen it coming, and fought you for the house. You gave into it, wanting him to just sign the papers and be done with it. In the end, when you signed your lease back in your home city of Chicago you finally checked the box “divorced.”

It had been quite the change, getting used to being back in the city. You contacted one of your oldest friends, Kelly Severide, to hang out and catch up.

It was at one of those meet ups that you met Kelly’s girlfriend, Stella Kidd, and the two of you hit it off instantly.

Now a year later, Stella and Kelly were getting ready to get married, and you voiced your thoughts to them about dating again. Stella said that she had a friend who was your type.

You had no idea what that meant, but after a few failed attempts at signing up for one of those awful dating apps, you gave Stella permission for her to give her friend your number.

The day after the first two texts were sent, he texted you again saying: Great! I’ll pick you up at 7.

You remembered at 22 being a little more cautious about a man picking you up for a date, but you trusted Kelly and Stella so you tried trusting this guy too.

It was hard, everything you’ve ever known about dating, relationships, and love had been ruined with the breakdown of your marriage. Now you wished it wasn’t affecting your thoughts this long after.

So is it any wonder that it’s 6:52 on Saturday and you’re trying to reassure yourself by saying you got this during your last looks in the mirror.

“You’ll be fine,” Kelly was saying over the speakerphone as you contemplated taking a shot to calm your nerves, “Do you think we don’t have your best interest at heart?”

“Kelly,” you say plainly, “It’s been years since I’ve been on a date. I’m gonna look so stupid stumbling over myself and what if he brings up my marriage? You told him about that right? How do I fucking do this? Is it wrong if I take a shot of something?”

“Stella,” you hear Kelly call from his end, obviously feeling like he needed backup, “she’s freaking out.”

“Yes I am.” You almost growl in confirmation, “I blame you both for this. What was I thinking?”

“Relax, girl,” Stella’s voice says over the line in a reassuring tone, “I got you. Look, I’ve known Jay for a while okay, and I’m sure you’ll charm the socks off of him.”

“Oh god,” you say, slapping a hand to your forehead almost dramatically, “I know he’s too good to be true. What have you done, Stella.”

“Breathe, Y/N,” Kelly says, his voice clear and unyielding.

There was a knock on the door. You jump slightly, looking up at the clock on the stove. 7:00 on the dot.

You curse, telling Kelly and Stella that he was there. They told you to have fun and they’ll call you later for details before immediately hanging up on you.

Cursing your friends once more, you open the door, and your breath lapses. You were going to kill Stella for understating his looks by saying he was “good-looking”.

He was much more than good-looking. He was gorgeous. His dark hair was cut evenly. His eyes were a mix of blue and green and freckles littered across his features. He was dressed for a date, his outfit lining the structures of his body. You feel slightly better about choosing your black dress for this, you may even want to wake up tomorrow with it on a floor that isn’t yours.

I’m ready, you tell yourself in your head.

And for the first time since this whole thing started, you believe it.

#jay halstead #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x y/n #jay halstead fic #jay halstead x you #Spotify

[issacballsac]

“Being a Member of BLAST”

Life is short why not take a chance and join a band? Masc!reader intended

Minor spoilers for NANA

Joining | Nana

Actually joining the band wasn’t hard especially because when you met Nana there was no band💀

You guys met at the train station when she first moved to Tokyo

You already lived in Tokyo and were just returning from a trip when you saw her

It was like an instant click she caught your eye

“Hey, do you happen to sing by any chance?”

“Who are you?”

“Don’t worry about that just know I can play guitar pretty damn good if I do say so myself!”

She was tired from the long ass ride and didn’t know anyone in Tokyo aside from Ren

Went back to your place and played for her

“I’ll think about it.”

Nana isn’t a very emotional or open person so she tends to keep secrets but over time if you guys get that close she’ll vent to you

If you smoke she’ll always ask you for your lighter

Older sister younger brother energy

Opposites | Hachi

Nana paid you an abrupt visit to tell you about her new place and totally not just for you to fix the AC

Checking the place out you laid eyes on an inverted version of Nana

“Hi, I’m Nana Komatsu!”

“Just call her Hachi.”

“Nana!”

“Nice to meet you, Hachi?”

She’s had a crush on just about every BLAST member , so, of course she has had a crush on you before

If you wear makeup or paint your nails she would love to do it for you

Amazing cook and if you ever wanted anything she’d happily make it for you

She rlly just wants to be needed

Definitely went to you for relationship advice with Nobu

You tend to just appear places so you were one of the first people to know about her pregnancy and went to the hospital with her

You stayed outside though to avoid ppl thinking you were the father 💀

You def don’t help with her shopping addiction

Shopping sprees constantly that’s why your broke as shit

“Should I get the soft blue or purple skirt?”

“Both.”

After the Takumi drama you guys would stay in contact and when Nobu wasn’t at your place she’d come to watch you practice alone

You’d support her decision because it’s her life in the end

Formation | Nobuō

The unforgiving aggression spewing from your ringing phone at the dead of night

Some random number was calling you and for whatever reason you answered, confident that it wasn’t a scam caller

“Hello?”

“It’s Nana, come over.”

“I’m not into late night favours if you get what I mean.”

“That’s not what I’m calling for, just get over here!”

Reluctantly wandering the dark streets of Tokyo you made your way over to Nana’s apartment, you’d only been there once to help with the AC where you learned of the other Nana or Hachi

Opening the door to reveal the two residents and a blonde man standing with his guitar in hand

“Took you long enough. Anyways, like I said Nobuo I already have a guitarist so go home.”

“Well we could always play together I have nothing against dual guitars!”

“You aren’t helping.”

“Good.”

You and Nobu got along great your guitars and personalities blending perfectly

He talks with you about everything especially when he and Hachi get together

If you’re shorter than/same height him he’d be happy to have another short guy in the band

If you’re taller he’d be happy if you didn’t make fun of his height though he does tend to light heartedly joke abt it

He likes to go to you for fashion inspiration and vice versa

Drunk karaoke

You would help him with song writing

You guys would be around the same age too so besties

You guys get along the best in the band

The bass | Shin

After the whole Nobu moving to Tokyo fiasco all you guys need is a bassist and drummer

Nobu sending you a picture of Hachi’s little drawing of the 3 of you on the band poster

You met up with them at the studio to practice with Shinichi on bass

For such a young kid he was pretty good player (granted your only like 6-7 years older)

Being confused right alongside him when everyone stopped playing

You, Shin, and Nobu are like the 3 musketeers

You- Oldest, Nobuo - Middle, Shin - Youngest

Shin snatched your clothes on a daily basis much like he does with Nobu

Unlike Nobu, you don’t care

He stays over at your place more than you’d like to admit

He basically lives there

He would definitely go to you about the Reira/Layla situation

Has mini fashion shows in your room with a fake runway and everything

You guys play games together on your console

He relaxes and is actually a kid when he hangs out with you

Has you paint his nails

He has moments when he storms off if you bring up a certain subject but he never stays mad for long and shows up at your door

Likes to go eat at new places with you especially if you’re paying for it

“I’m gonna get the chocolate croissants, one of those fancy hot chocolates, and..oh! You’re paying for this right?”

“Um..”

Bit a of spoiler kinda but later in the manga when he got arrested you’d be the only one to visit him

Completion | Yasu

You definitely shat yourself when you first met Yasu

He’s the responsible one in the band so he’s like a father figure to you especially if you didn’t have one

You two probably get to the studio first before anyone else

He’d always let you talk/rant to him if you ever needed to

Would be surprised if you remembered his birthday and got him a gift

If you smoke he’d go on smoke breaks with you

If you don’t smoke he’d make sure to hold his cigarette away from you/out of your face

Would teach you various card games

If you didn’t want to watch a movie alone he’d watch it with you

Any legal troubles go to him

Scratch that ANY troubles go to him

“Man you’re like a wise monk.”

“..because I’m bald?”

“No, because you’re wise..and because you’re bald.”

#nana #nana komatsu #nana osaki #nana anime #nana x reader #x reader platonic #nana x reader platonic #yasushi takagi #nobuo terashima #shinichi okazaki #nana blast #blast #black stones #x male reader #x male reader platonic #nana x male reader #nana x male reader platonic #fanfic #fanfiction #anime #platonic headcanons #nana headcanons

[nyikondlovu]

Chefs Kiss (Sydcarmy) fans stay with me, Chefs!

I’m not taking anything Ayo, Jeremy and Christopher say against sydcarmy, aka Chefs Kiss, seriously.

They purposefully kept Carmen and Sydney as separate as possible this season, which is a big mistake in my opinion.

The show is about the characters and their relationships with each other. Food is a part of it, but it’s mostly the relationship each character has with one another that makes the show.

The writers trying to dispel the rumours by keeping what I would call our male and female leads apart is nuts because Jeremy and Ayo play so well off of each other but by separating them Jeremy gave his weakest acting (which is still very good) during Carmy/Claire scenes?

They keep saying The Bear doesn’t need romance then give Carmen a whole relationship that was so boring to watch for like 7 episodes and felt like watching paint dry because Claire isn’t engaging.

I’m expected to care about her, what she supposedly means to Carmen and hear about how great she is but don’t get to see it? She’s an ER resident for gods sake and she’s running around town giggling every 5 minutes without a semblance of the hard work and exhaustion that comes with being a doctor.

And for the reason stated above, I believe she’s a manic pixie dream girl. She’s there to change Carmen’s view on life, be different and quirky and the one who got away when in reality Carmy forgot who she was and had to be reminded which took him a whole 5 seconds to remember the supposed love of his life, purposefully gives her the wrong number and she says “You’re the Bear, of course I remember.”

No one was gonna take her seriously as the person to keep up with Carmy and help keep him sane.

Meanwhile Sydney does. She anchors him, she keeps up with him and she calls him out on his shit. Sydney isn’t perfect. She’s terrible at stating what she needs at that moment, she slightly short tempered and she is passive aggressive.

She also is working on her impatience and passive aggression. She eventually tells Carmy she needs his attention as her partner. She speaks up for herself to her dad and she’s not letting her ambition be treated like a bad thing anymore.

Carmen and Sydney would make sense because they are flawed. Carmy stops going to group therapy as soon as he starts dating Claire because she’s ‘fixed’ him and they don’t work because of that.

Sydney has ‘levelled up’ in her professional life, she’s more assertive and willing to listen and has just grown as a person and that type of continuous strive for self growth is what Carmen needs to see in order to do the same HIMSELF.

Sydney isn’t there to fix Carmy, she’s someone who he can grow alongside.

Claire was used as a kids bandaid to a gaping wound; the wound being Michael. Claire represents a life where Mikey was alive and Carm’s fucked up family was as whole and happy as it’s gonna be. She represents the past and everyone PUSHED him to want to date her in the past.

There is too much between our two chefs for simply business partners:

S1 shows Carmen scrubbing the floor of the restaurant when in turmoil while Sydney does the same in S2;

She’s spliced into the montage of Carmy and Claire as though she’s a silent part of their relationship;

She has the three dagger heart tattoo which typically represents romantic heartbreak and turbulence;

Carmen remembers her interest in his whites from three months prior even though she didn’t say anything and gets her her own custom whites;

The imagery from their conversation under the table? Him asking her to screw the other side and “say more, please” as he holds up the table (and Sydney) while she finally shares her fears;

“You’re not alone.” “Neither are you.”;

The memories of Sydney being what calms him from his panic attack;

During said panic attack, the song that was Claire and Carmen’s plays in reverse and any flashes of her are accompanied by memories of his dysfunctional family while the moment he thinks of Sydney? The song starts playing correctly. He calms and flashes of his family (and Claire) disappear;

Them constantly cooling an argument with the ‘I’m sorry’ gesture;

Him constantly being in tune with her emotions and body language.

Sydney represents a new beginning. The chance to build a healthy family with the staff of The Bear, Sydney, Natalie and Richie. She represents a future. She represents good change.

I’m fully convinced Ayo and Jeremy are just doing what all actors do with a ship that’s not yet canon: downplaying or dismissing it.

C’mon if you’ve been in The High School Musical The Musical The Series fandom and shipped Rina from the beginning, you know how it feels to be persecuted and gaslit by other fans and the actors for seasons.

TL:DR, Chefs Kiss is literally a super slow burn and no one of the team will confirm it until it actually happens.

Also, never let your girlfriend (Claire) stop you (Carmen) from opening a restaurant with the love of your life (Sydney)

And if you think they should “stay platonic”, ask yourself WHY every swirl ship with a white male lead and black female is hated by fandoms and the argument is “they’re best friends” or “they’re like siblings”. WHY can’t black women be desired? Because you can’t self insert? Check yourself before claiming a character who was so underwhelming I skipped so many scenes is a better match than the character who has seen him at his worst and told him he cannot and will not talk to her like that. The first person he thought to open a restaurant, that means so much to him, with

#sydney x carmy #syd x carmy #carmen x sydney #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #the bear #claire the bear #the bear s2 #the bear fx #the bear hulu #chefs kiss #I’ve seen this film before #I never lose with my ships #trust me #y’all platonic bitches so transparent you might as well be a window #the category is: hating when black women are in the spotlight #fandom racism #different fandom same shit

[wee-chlo]

EPISODE 7&8 SPOILERS AHOY

But also spoilers for Hazbin Hotel in general, specifically Alastor and His Whole Thing, What's His Thing?

Okay so, for everyone's pondering: An alternative interpretation of Alastor's Verse in the Finale song.

This place reeks of death

There's a chill in the air

And I barely escaped being killed by a hair

"Great Alastor, altruist, died for his friends"

Sorry to disappoint

That is not where this ends

I'm hungry for freedom like never before

The constraints of my deal surely have a back door

Once I figure out how to unclip my wings

Guess who will be pulling all the strings?

I'm going to throw some stuff at the wall and see what sticks and in so doing, I'm going to write speculation as if it's fact. Bear with me.

Alastor craves power because in his experience, power is freedom. Power is having control over others, which means they don't have control over you. Alastor always, at all times, has to be the most powerful person in the room in some way, shape, or form, or at least feel secure in the feeling that he's the most powerful person in the room.

His pathologic need to smile at all times points to this too: he has to have the upper hand. He has to be in control. He can't show emotion, he can't let his enemies or his friends know exactly what's going on with him.

The only time we see him actually, legitimately losing control over himself is his verse in the finale. Right after he almost dies a second time. Right after he has to flee. Right after he loses the source of his power.

The second his microphone is destroyed, he's easily defeated. All his power is gone. That microphone is the source of it, the tool through which he channels either his power or the power given to him by his deal (I think the latter is more accurate). And the second it's destroyed, he's powerless. Possibly the weakest person on the battlefield. Everyone else is holding their own but him? Immediately struck down and forced to run. You could say "well, any other demon would have had to run or die too", and I'd say exactly. Alastor doesn't want to be the same as any other demon. He wants to be the most terrifying thing in the room, in the building, on the battlefield, in Hell.

And when he runs, everyone assumes what happened. Everyone has their own views on him, their opinions. He doesn't control anything about that situation. He doesn't control the fight, he doesn't control the narrative. When Vox was chattering away about him, it was a simple thing to take over and put him back in his place. When Husk disrespected him, he lashed out and made sure that Husk remembered who was the stronger of the two. Even Charlie's more positive view of him is largely orchestrated by him; she doesn't have a view that's counter to his own intentions, at any rate. Suddenly, and for a brief moment, everything about himself is out of his control.

I think this is why he looks so unhinged singing the line about how he's an altruist and died for his friends. Because he didn't, and it doesn't matter that that's a nice idea, a positive view, that it makes him look good. That's not what he wants. It's a story that's outside of his control and just the thought of that sets his teeth on edge.

I think when he sings about the constraints of his deal, he's singing about the loss of the microphone specifically, as well as the deal broadly. Because if I'm right and the majority of his power hinges on that microphone, it's broken and he's without that power. Which means that he's running on his reputation and little else, and it's only a matter of time before that facade is torn away.

So he's got to figure out a way to circumvent his deal, or at least the constraints of it, the details, or else it's all going to fall apart. The fact that he needs the microphone to use his powers is the proverbial "clipping" of his wings.

Alastor's Verse in the Finale is him on the borderline of a nervous breakdown because not only did he almost die, which is bad enough on it's own, but suddenly every little bit of his control over the situation, both figuratively and literally, is slipping away and he's scrambling to figure out how to put it right again.

#hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel analysis #hazbin alastor

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Everybody Hurts

Chapter 9

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Summary: You needed to escape, escape from your life, your messy divorce, and all the pitying looks. Looks you couldn't ignore when everyone in town had known you and Cam, had known your shame and failure. So, you took the first job you could get, teaching third grade in a town called Hawkins. Little did you know, you were walking right into another messy situation, a messy situation with big brown eyes and long dark waves. But he's resistant, at times unbearable and you start getting curious about the town's past, his past, especially when things don't start adding up.

18+ Only for eventual smut

Next chapter: 10/18

Word Count: 6.8K

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The sound of the horn honking outside had you grabbing your purse and racing outside. There was a pleasant buzz of excitement and anticipation running along your skin, little currents of delight lighting up every nerve ending. Not only did you have plans, not only were you getting out of the house with friends, but you also hadn’t been roller skating in a long time and you used to love it. 

Almost every Saturday night in high school, you and your friends could be found at Roller Stop, the local rink in your hometown. It had been the most fun thing to do in Galena. Of course, it had also been one of the only things to do besides go to the library or get high in the woods. If you were really ballsy, you might try to sneak into the only bar in town but old Larry who owned the place knew everyone. Too small of a town to try to fool anyone that you were older than you were. 

But you could remember with perfect clarity the thrill and pure joy of flying around the rink, Madonna or Wham! blaring loudly overhead. Drinking Coke and getting nachos covered in plastic cheese from the concession stands. You and your friends spinning in circles under the flashing neon lights, laughing. You and Cam holding hands, skating slowly together when your song, the song Cam had decided was yours anyway, ‘Can’t Fight This Feeling’ came on. He’d told you it was perfect because that described him the moment you’d walked in the door of the cafeteria. You had come into his life and he couldn’t fight how he felt from the moment he saw you. What a crock of garbage that turned out to be.

No. You shut that particular trip down memory lane behind a door, locked it, and tossed the key over your shoulder. No more Cam memories. You weren't going there. Mistakes had been made. Lessons had been learned. You had promised yourself that you wouldn’t dwell on what you had no control over anymore. You would use the opportunity to better yourself, to become smarter about your life choices. Now it was time for new friendships and experiences, a whole world of possibilities, a chance to take those lessons and start over. You would make the most of any opportunity this second chapter of your life decided to bring along. 

You waved to Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin as you approached the car. You had decided comfort was the way to go for skating so you’d worn jeans, your yellow Kiss tee, and a black jean jacket. Layers were also the way to go right now because winter was not quite ready to let go, still bringing a biting chill to the evening air. But you figured if you got too warm skating, you could always lose the jacket. Better safe than sorry, especially when you were almost always cold.

You slid in next to Robin who offered you a great big smile as if she was just thrilled that you were tagging along as everyone said their hellos. Max had not been kidding when she’d told you that her friends would be welcoming. You had never met a warmer, more friendly group of people in your life. Most people were wary of outsiders, hesitant to let someone new in once the group had been formed. But, besides the secrets they were very clearly keeping, they were more than happy to fold you right into their group even though they’d all known each other for at least a decade. 

And while you were willing to set it to the side for tonight, those secrets had not been forgotten. They continued to tap annoyingly at your brain, demanding answers. You hadn’t given up on that particular task. You were determined to find the truth, to get to the bottom of those accusations, those haunted looks you saw passed over their eyes when the past was mentioned. You were like a bloodhound and now that you had been given the scent, you wouldn’t rest until you found the source. But for tonight, you were going to let it sit in the back of your mind. Tonight you were just going to have fun with everyone. 

“Any more issues at school? Any more shocking revelations delivered from tiny people?” Nancy asked carefully, her tone and the way her eyes darted over to Jonathan quickly, conveying far more than her words. She was checking in, making sure that you weren't still digging for answers that none of them wanted you to find. It only made you even more determined to figure out what they were so desperate to hide.

“No. Today was fine,” you answered simply, not wanting to raise Nancy’s suspicions, offering her a small smile as Nancy turned to look at you. “I have a meeting with Lance and Charlie’s parents next week to try to get to the bottom of this bullying issue. I have to say, I am not looking forward to it. Mr. Johnson is not the most pleasant man.”

“No, he’s definitely not,” Robin muttered next to you, fingers pulling at the frayed material of her jeans on her thigh. “He was one of the biggest bullies in school. He was Jason’s little guard dog. His favorite thing was throwing people into lockers or giving freshman swirlies in the bathroom. He lorded his status as one of King Jason’s court over everyone. I am guessing he hasn’t changed much.”

“Doesn’t seem like he has. According to Lance, he treats Charlie the way he does because his dad tells him that’s what he should do,” you spat with disgust. “I can’t imagine teaching my child to be cruel. Who would want their kid to be a bully?”

“Another bully,” Jonthan snorted. “Andy prides himself on his cruelty. I am sure he’s gloating that his son is a chip off the old nasty block.”

“Yeah. Rumor around town is that his wife has been seen sporting a black eye once or twice,” Nancy added with a grimace. “And she’s had a couple unexplained emergency room visits. She won’t say anything so no one’s ever been able to confirm it but the whole town knows what’s happening.”

“Jesus,” you breathed, even more anxious about this meeting now. 

If everything they were saying was true, this guy wasn’t going to get the message no matter what you said. He might even get hostile. That thought instantly formed a knot within you, twisting painfully, fear for yourself or for Charlie’s parents. You might have to ask Principal Washington to sit in just to make sure everybody stayed calm, the conversation didn’t escalate, and to have an extra pair of eyes on the situation. 

Worse than that, it made you wonder about Lance. Could his cruelty be coming from a place of anger, anger that his father caused by bullying him? You’d never noticed any marks on him before but, in your experience, that didn’t always mean anything. Abusers knew how to hit where it didn’t leave marks. You were going to need to be more observant with Lance. Sometimes it might show itself in a wince while they were climbing on the playground equipment or a cringe while they were changing into their gym shoes. That bastard. It took a real asshole to feel big about beating on people who couldn’t possibly defend themselves.

Jonathan pulled into the rink, a sound of surprise emitting from him as he parked the car, “I’ll be damned. I never thought I’d see the day. Who convinced Munson to skate?”

You glanced over eagerly, your head turning so fast that a sharp jolt shot up the back of your neck to the base of your head. You spotted the van, Eddie casually leaning against it. He was dressed in black jeans and a dark gray tee that was fitted enough for you to make out the lean lines of his chest and shoulders. One Reebok was propped over the other, those dark waves concealing his face as he brought a cigarette to his lips. His big chunky rings caught the sun, shimmering in the light. A pleasant buzz swirled through your head and straight down your body at the mere sight of him, knowing he’d actually come and just because you’d asked. Until this moment, you weren't sure if he’d really show.

“I did,” you admitted softly. 

All three heads shot toward you, shock written all over their faces. You shrank back a bit, feeling as if you’d done something wrong by inviting him. You’d just thought it was odd, all his friends going to do something, and him not. If it was just because he couldn’t skate, you were more than happy to help him so he could be included. At least, that was the reason you would stick with if anyone asked you.

“Sorry. Should I…not have asked him?” you asked hesitantly. “I just thought he’d be missing out on the fun.”

“No, it’s fine. Really,” Nancy assured, shaking her head, “but he’s never gone roller skating with us before. He hates skating. I guess he had a bad spill when he was a kid and he never got on them again. We’ve stopped inviting him because he swore the Earth would stop turning before he would ever strap on a pair of roller skates. I’m just surprised you could convince him.”

“Yeah…how did you do it exactly?” Robin queried. 

You shrugged, “I don’t know. I didn’t do anything special. I mean, I just asked him to come? He said he wouldn’t come because he couldn’t skate so I told him I would help him.”

Nancy’s eyebrows almost met her hairline, her mouth forming a little ‘o’ before curving amusedly, “You just asked him and he agreed. Ahh…I see.”

“You see what?” you demanded.

“Nothing,” Nancy exclaimed loudly, shaking her head. “Absolutely nothing.” Her and Robin shared a look that had you turning bright red. “Come on! Let’s go skate!”

“Yeah, I can’t wait to see Munson trying to Bambi around on some roller skates,” Jonathan guffawed.

As the car doors slammed shut, Eddie looked up from the pavement. His eyes met yours, his mouth pursed a bit, the sides curving just slightly as if he were happy to see you but you didn’t let yourself get your hopes up. There was a good chance you were just seeing what you wanted to see. You seemed to do that a lot where he was concerned. The man was just so damn hard to read. Still, it didn’t stop those butterflies from breaking loose, fluttering around, leaving you grasping for the breath you suddenly couldn’t seem to find. 

Your face paled as you really looked him over, your eyes tracking over every inch of him. His neck was not the only thing that was scarred. Your eyes moved down his arms, taking in the pale jagged marks that covered his biceps just peeking out from under the gray cotton. Another was on his forearm. There was even one on his wrist that you couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed before. Those raccoons had been seriously vicious. You blinked, looking back up at him, hoping he hadn’t noticed the way you’d been examining him.

“You came,” you commented as you approached him. 

Eddie pushed off the van, his shoulder lifting, “I told you I would, didn’t I?”

“Yeah but I still wasn’t sure if you would actually show up,” you admitted, teeth worrying over your lip, your eyes looking just past him. “I thought maybe you were just placating me so I’d shut up.”

“Sweetheart, I might be a lot of things, but a liar is not one of them. If I say I will do something, I’m going to do it,” he replied. “Just remember any medical bills are on you.”

You laughed, “I know, I know. No worries.” Sam brought her eyes up to meet his, swallowing hard. “I’ve got you.”

The sound of a car horn honking over and over again obnoxiously had you all turning to see Steve’s Jeep Cherokee flying into the lot. Dustin was hanging out of the window on one side, Max the other, waving and laughing as he slid into a spot right next to Jonathan. The doors opened and far more people than could have possibly fit comfortably came tumbling out. 

“Shouldn’t a lawman be more careful?” you mused, folding your arms, one eyebrow raising in question. “There is no way all of those people were wearing seatbelts, Officer Harrington.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “Yeah, well, if someone else would be the taxi driver for all these kids sometimes then it wouldn’t be an issue. Somehow, it always winds up being me who has to do the babysitting.”

“Babysitting?” Max snickered, shaking her head. “I’m twenty-four, idiot. Well past the age of requiring a babysitter anymore.”

“Also well past the age of needing someone else to tote you around. You all have cars and licenses now. Why couldn’t one of you chuckleheads drive?” demanded Steve.

“Because now I can partake in a few adult beverages since you’re my DD,” Dustin explained, his arm coming around Steve who instantly shrugged him off. “Damn. Stop being such a grouch. You always act like you’re annoyed to be saddled with us but we all know you love it, Dad.”

“Hey,” he warned, pointing a finger in Dustin’s face. “I told you to stop calling me that. I am not your dad. I’m not any of your dads. I was like six when you were all born.”

“Daddy, can I get a milkshake, please?” teased Max, sliding up next to him, laying her head against his arm. 

“Ohh! And can I get a slurpee?” El joined in, slipping up on his other side. 

“And nachos!” added Lucas, his hands in prayer in front of him as he batted his eyelashes. “We’ve all been good. Can’t we have a treat?”

You watched as Steve rolled his eyes again but the smile on his face gave him away. He clearly had a soft spot for them whether he wanted to admit it or not. Shaking his head, he waved his arm and began walking with purpose toward the skating rink. 

“Come on. Let’s go skate already. And you all have jobs and adult money now. Buy your own damn snacks.”

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You laced up your skates as Eddie examined his own, turning them side to side, with a look of utter disdain and suspicion. You had to tuck your lips in to hide your amusement, not understanding why he’d let you talk him into this if the very idea caused him to make that face, a face that looked like someone had just stolen his parking spot at the grocery store. 

“You know, you don’t have to do this just because I asked you to,” you told him. “I won’t be mad if you bail. Your friends couldn’t believe you agreed to this.”

“I can’t believe I agreed to this. I should know better,” Eddie huffed as he laced up his skates. “It’s like when my Uncle Wayne always told me not to play with fire but I thought he was just being a responsible parent. I lit one of his road flares and burned the shit out of my hand. I had to have this huge wrap on it for weeks until the burns healed and it hurt like hell. I couldn’t play my guitar for weeks. He said it was just natural consequences. I can hear him right now, ‘Kid, what the hell do you think you’re doing trying to balance on roller skates? It took you two summers to learn how to ride a damn bike.’ I’m telling you, this might look like fun to you but it is going to end in a broken bone or a concussion.”

“Oh for Christ’s sake, it’s just roller skating. People have been doing it for years. I haven’t heard of any horrific deaths or terrible traumas that required an airlift at the roller rink. I think you’re going to survive.” You stood up and offered him your hands. “Come on. I won’t let you fall. I promise.”

“Oh, you’re going to protect me, are you?” he asked, the little smirk that appeared on his face, those plush lips twisting up on the side, his eyes all soft and gooey like melty chocolate, caused a not unpleasant twinge in your center. 

“Yep. I’m your knight in shining armor that is going to keep you on your feet. I promise I won’t let you fall. Now come on, you grouchy metalhead. Let’s get you up on those skates.”

Eddie groaned but he took your hands. The minute he rose up, the skates slid backwards and then as he overcorrected they slid forward on him, his body rocking. His eyes grew as wide as saucers but you kept a tight grip on his hands until he steadied himself. Jesus, if he fell the minute he stood up, he’d never let you hear the end of it. 

“Jesus H. Christ,” he muttered, the muscles around his eyes and mouth tense, his eyes losing the softness she’d enjoyed just a moment ago. “This is such a bad fucking idea.”

“You’ve got this,” you insisted, slowly rolling backward toward the rink as he hesitantly stepped forward awkwardly, squeezing your hands so hard you winced, but you stayed quiet about it. “Stop walking. Skate, Eddie. Find your balance. Lean forward slightly and keep your weight on your toes and the balls of your feet.”

“What the hell are the balls of my feet? Last I checked, I only had two balls and they are definitely not in my damn feet.”

“Jesus, are you always this dramatic?”

“Yes!” he huffed. “Especially when it could involve breaking an arm. You know I need those, right? Kind of hard to work on cars or play guitar without them. My very livelihood depends on me being able to have the use of my arms.”

“Alright. The balls of your feet are right under your toes. So just try to keep your weight toward the front of your foot,” you explained patiently as you made it out onto the rink finally. “Then extend your leg behind you while pushing off the ground with your other leg. Then you just switch. It’s really just that simple. Just keep moving and keep your balance.”

“Maybe it’s simple for you,” mumbled Eddie, his eyes focused on his feet. 

You stifled back a laugh when his tongue slid between his lips as if he needed it to focus. He looked like a kindergartener who was determined to learn how to tie his shoes. But slowly he began to skate. He wasn’t moving very fast but he was moving and that was progress. It was more than you’d expected when he started whining.

“There you go,” you praised loudly, grinning from ear to ear. “Look at you! You’re doing it!”

Eddie’s eyebrows lifted as he raised his head to stare at you, “Did you just use your teacher voice on me? You know I’m not one of your third graders, right?”

You cringed, squeezing your eyes shut tight for a moment. Shit. Cam always hated when you did that. He’d yell at you that he wasn’t a child and he didn’t appreciate being spoken to like one. To be fair, if he didn’t act like a giant eight year old most of the time then maybe you wouldn’t use the voice as often as you did. 

“Sorry, force of habit,” you apologized. “I didn’t mean anything by it, seriously. It’s a really bad habit that I need to break. My husb…” You closed your eyes, exhaling slowly. “I mean, my ex-husband hated it. Still getting used to that word. Anyway, he went off on me for it all the time. You’d think I’d have learned to not do it by now.”

Eddie’s eyes softened again, sweet chocolate melting between her fingers on a hot summer day, all gooey and delicious, slipping into all the crevices within you. And all of a sudden, you knew exactly what Millie meant when she said everyone needed more sweet in their life because it was right in front of you. His lips pouted out for a moment and then he shrugged slightly, that beautiful smile that was like a bright ray of sunshine peeking through the clouds appearing once again. 

“No big deal. I just thought it was funny. I mean, I have the maturity of a third grader, if you believe my Uncle or any of these idiots here tonight. So, I probably could use a dose of teacher voice sometimes. I know the sound of it quite well. Hell, I probably should have listened to it all the times it was used on me in school. Maybe I wouldn’t have had to repeat my senior year twice.”

“You repeated twice?”

Eddie’s cheeks flushed, “Yeah. Didn’t get it the first time or even the second time. Didn’t graduate until I was twenty and even then, they only gave me my diploma because they felt guilty for accusing me of being a murderer. I think they were also more than ready to be done with me. Trust me, Hawkins High didn’t want another year of Eddie the Freak Munson. I was fucking twenty before I graduated. Absolutely pathetic.” He sighed, pressing his lips together, his eyes focused on his feet as he kept slowly moving forward as you skated backward. “School was always a problem for me. I just wasn’t smart enough to get it.”

“I don’t believe that,” you argued, shaking your head. “I’m guessing your teachers just didn’t take the time to figure out how you learn best or what you needed.”

“Isn’t that just another way of saying I’m dumb? I can’t learn like normal people.”

“No,” you stated. “That’s not what it says. There is no such thing as normal, Eddie. All of our brains work differently. I have kids who need all kinds of different things in order to learn. One student needs to stand while they work in order to focus because their feet need to be moving. Another student can’t handle the fluorescent lights on because of the noise they make so I use lamps instead. I also incorporate a lot of movement breaks so kids can get up and move around. Back when we were in school everyone was expected to sit in their seat all day and focus and that’s not sustainable even for an adult.”

“Huh…I never thought about it like that. But yeah, I was always in trouble for getting out of my seat or talking when I shouldn’t be, not getting my work done. But it was so hard to focus for that long. I would have loved the chance to get up and move. You know, I bet you’re a pretty damn good teacher,” Eddie commented with a soft grin, his eyes glancing up at yours for just a moment before focusing on his skates again.

You returned his smile, “I hope I am. I try to be anyway. You want to try to go a little faster?”

“Uh…no, nope, absolutely not,” he stated adamantly. “I feel pretty okay with the speed I am going right now. Call me the tortoise. Slow and steady and all that shit. I go any faster and I will end up on my ass and honestly, I do not need Henderson or Harrington giving me shit for the rest of my life because I fell down at the roller rink while a pretty girl was holding my hands.”

Dizziness threatened to send you to the ground as you registered his words. You held onto his hands tightly, knowing if you went down then you were taking him with you. It felt like all the butterflies in the world were suddenly in your stomach trying to break free. Your face heated, your heart skipped, and you desperately tried to pull in some much needed air. Oxygen suddenly felt in short supply. 

“You think I’m pretty?” you asked quietly.

“Oh…uh…” Eddie’s face went fire-engine red and he became very interested in his feet once again. Was he embarrassed or was he wishing he never would have said it? “Sorry. I mean…no, I’m not sorry. I mean, you are pretty. I’m not saying you’re not pretty. I just maybe shouldn’t have said it? I mean…shit.” 

He pulled his hands out of yours, bringing them to his forehead in frustration and at that moment his feet slid out from under him. It was like watching a horrifying cartoon. You saw what was happening but could do nothing to stop it. His arms flailed wildly in slow motion as his skates went back and forth. His torso folded forward and back as he tried desperately to stay upright. You reached for him just as his feet slid out from under him, he went airborne and landed right on his back. 

“Oh my god!” you shrieked, dropping down next to him. “Eddie…hey, are you okay?”

“Son of a bitch!” he growled, wincing. 

“I’m so sorry. I told you I wouldn’t let you fall and then…”

“It’s fine!” Eddie snapped. You reached to take his hands but he waved you off. “I’m fine!” He sat up slowly, groaning, his hand coming to the back of his head. 

“Are you sure? Is your head okay? Here. Let me feel and see if there’s a bump or anything.”

As you reached for him, he grabbed your hand and shoved it away. You fell back onto your ass, confused and hurt as to his sudden change of mood. Yeah, he’d fallen and you told him you wouldn’t let him but he’d been the one to let go of your hand and you were just trying to help, to make sure he wasn’t concussed or something. 

Eddie rolled over onto his knees, placing his hands flat on the wooden floor of the rink. He tried to push himself up but the skates made it challenging, especially for someone who didn’t have much experience with them. He tried again, spreading his legs wide and they slid out, him coming down on his ass again. You didn’t move, scared he would just yell at you again. Eddie let out a roar of frustration just as Dustin and Jonathan came skating over. 

“Great…just fucking great,” he huffed, his eyes rolling skyward. 

“Hey man, you alright?” asked Jonathan.

“You need some help there, buddy?” Dustin offered, holding his hand out.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Eddie grumbled, slapping his friend’s hand away. “I’m fine!”

“It doesn’t look like you’re fine,” Dustin countered, hands coming to rest on his hips as he looked down at his friend who was acting like a giant baby. “It looks like you’re stuck on the floor of the rink and if you don’t want to get your fingers run over by somebody then stop being so stubborn and take my damn hand.”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed, that muscle in his jaw clenching, that tendon in his neck bulging, highlighting the pale scar that laid there, but he took the offered hands of Dustin and Jonathan and let them help him to his feet. It was awkward, both guys pulling as Eddie struggled on wheels. Once he was back up, he grabbed onto the wall, holding it as he walked, hand over hand, to get off the roller rink and back on the carpet. 

You followed, guilt coursing through you at the thought that you’d been the one to ruin his night once again. You followed him to the table where he sat down, immediately pulling off his skates, throwing them down angrily so they bounced off the garish carpet. Disappointment flooded you, knowing the fun had obviously been ruined for him and in turn you as well. There was no way you were going to get him back out there now. Just when you’d thought you’d turned a corner, you were right back where you started, cold hard eyes glaring at you just like that first night.

“Eddie, are you sure you’re okay?” you inquired carefully.

“Jesus, are you deaf or something? I told you I’m fine. I’m just done rolling around on these fucking death traps on wheels, okay?”

“Okay. Do you want me to sit with you?” you offered, hoping to remedy whatever the hell had just caused angry asshole Eddie to return. “I could get us some snacks…”

“Jesus Fuck! Do you ever let up? I don’t need your pity just because I’m a klutz!” he growled.

“Hey!” You turned to see Steve, standing at the wall, his stomach pressing over the top, skates in the air behind him. He waved you over with a wide smile. “Come on! Don’t tell me you’re quitting on us too! I heard you’re a pretty damn good skater. Stop giving lessons to Munson and come show me. You’re off the clock, you know? Teacher time is over.”

“I…” you paused, looking down at Eddie, not wanting to leave him to sit and sulk all alone when you’d been the one that convinced him to come. But he was being such an asshole. Yeah, he’d fallen but it had been his own damn fault and he was being nasty to you like you’d shoved him on his ass or something. 

“Why are you looking at me, Prom Queen?” he snorted. “Your King is beckoning. Go do your thing. I already told you. I’m fine. I don’t need your goddamn pity, okay?”

And there it was. Just like that you were Prom Queen again. Not sweetheart or princess or even just your name. Here you were again, your head spinning, your neck aching from the whiplash you kept getting from his insane mood swings. Just when you thought you were having a good time together, he suddenly became all surly again. He told you that you were pretty and then he told you to leave him alone. He came because you asked and then he acted like you’d forced him to come. He was sweet and soft and then suddenly nasty and hard.

What in the hell were you doing? Why were you trying so hard to get this guy to like you when he clearly didn’t? And why the hell did you care so damn much what he thought of you anyway? Sure, he was gorgeous and yeah, there was something about him that had you thinking about him at the most inopportune of times, but that didn’t detract from the fact that he was a giant dickhead. What did it say about you if you just kept trying the same thing to only get the same result? You had sworn you wouldn’t let yourself make dumb decisions anymore and yet, here you were, possibly making the dumbest decision of your entire life.

“You know what, Eddie? I really don’t need this shit. I am so sick of your Jekkyl and Hyde routine,” you snapped, all the anger that had been building up from the moment you met finally exploding from your body. “I have not done a goddamn thing to deserve the vitriol you keep spitting my way. I keep trying to be nice to you, to get you to like me or hell even tolerate me, and I don’t know why I bother! Maybe because I like your friends and I want to keep hanging out with everyone and I know that would be easier if we could at least get along. I don’t want things to be awkward but I am so fucking sick of working so goddamn hard when you are so deadset on hating me. So, you want to sit here and feel all sorry for yourself, fine, but I’m going to have the fun I planned on before I invited you tonight and you fucking ruined it!”

Eddie’s mouth dropped open in surprise, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. He looked stunned and damn, he wasn’t saying anything back. No snappy retort. No shitty little comment. He just sat, staring at you, dumbfounded. He was actually speechless. You didn’t think he was capable of that but you found you really didn’t care. Not wanting to give him the chance to collect himself and find words, you quickly made your way back to the rink. 

“That looked tense. What the hell was that all about?” Steve questioned as he hopped down from the wall and skated alongside you. “You and Munson not getting along?”

“Have we ever?” you groaned, your legs sweeping long in an attempt to match Steve’s strides. “I seriously don’t know what his problem is. He’s been an asshole to me ever since that night at the bonfire.” You paused, realizing that was a lie. “No, that’s not entirely true. He’s also been nice. Well, Eddie’s level of nice I suppose. I mean, he showed up at my work out of nowhere and took me to his uncle’s trailer to look at his car because he knew I needed one. He even offered to do the manual labor for free if I paid for the parts to get it all fixed up. But then he got all shitty with me when we got to the trailer park, assuming I was judging him for his childhood. Then tonight he agreed to come skating and everything was going fine and then he fell and he’s being an asshole again. He runs so damn hot and cold and I keep getting burned or frozen and I am just sick of it. Why is he such a jerk?”

Steve’s hand grabbed onto yours, slowing your movement as he led you to the edge of the rink and out of everyone’s way. Dustin stuck his tongue out and crossed his eyes as he came skating by. Lucas waved wildly as Max held up both middle fingers and Steve returned her gesture, shaking his head, looking as exasperated as a mother who was beyond done with her child’s antics. 

“Alright, look…Eddie’s been through a lot of shit, okay?” Steve pressed his lips together, his hand running over his mouth. “I don’t know if I should tell you all this. He might get pissed that I’m telling his shit but here’s the thing. His dad went to prison and his mom OD’d when he was just a kid. His Uncle Wayne took him in and raised him. The man is a damn saint, just a really good fucking guy. But this whole town treated Eddie like shit because he was the ex-con’s kid and the trailer park trash and the freak with long hair who listened to the devil’s music and ran a satanic cult. None of that is true by the way. Well, most of it actually is but he didn’t run a cult. It was just a nerdy gaming group. I never got into it but anyway…there were a string of murders a while back and…”

“Yeah. I know all of that,” you admitted, looking up at him. “Eddie was accused of them.”

Steve looked taken aback, clearly surprised that you were already a bit ahead of him, “Okay. Not sure if I want to know how you know all that…”

“I have Andy’s kid in my class.”

“Ahh…that makes sense. Of course that asshole would tell his kid a bunch of lies and have him spouting them. Anyway, the whole town was ready to string up Eddie and burn him at the stake even though there was no evidence pointing to him. They were ready to hunt him down. They had a town hall meeting and people in town were out with baseball bats and tire irons looking for him. It was ugly. His name might have been cleared but he’s never forgotten how it felt to have everyone turn on him, to assume he was capable of something so horrible, to be willing to hurt him or worse because they were that convinced. He still sometimes gets shit for it, not nearly what it used to be because Hopper set a lot of those people straight but it’s hard for him.”

“I get that. I do. And I’m sorry he went through all of that. I can’t even imagine what his life has been like and I hate that people were so awful to him, especially after everything else he’d been through. Even if he can be an asshole, I could never think he would be capable of murder but that still doesn’t explain why he’s being such a dick to me. I haven’t accused him of anything.”

“No, but he likes you,” Steve stated, tilting his head with a knowing smile. 

“What are you talking about? He hates me,” you argued. Was Steve crazy? Had he not seen what had just occurred, not moments ago?

“He doesn’t hate you. He hates what you could mean. He hates what you make him feel. He hates what could happen if he actually lets someone in past all that armor he’s built up around himself this past decade. You see, Eddie hasn’t dated anyone.” Steve’s nose crinkled, his mouth pursed as he held his hand and wiggled it from side to side. “He’s gone out with women. He’s slept with a fair few over the years but he has not had a real relationship maybe ever. He doesn’t trust anyone to allow them to get close enough.”

“Whoa,” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in front of you as if you could shield yourself from Steve’s words. “Be kind. Please rewind. How in the hell did we go from talking about why he’s so mean to me to talking about relationships? I appreciate you talking to me about this, trying to help me understand, but I really think you’re wrong. There is nothing about him that makes me think he even likes my company, let alone likes me, let alone would want to date me. If he does, he is doing a hell of a job hiding it.”

“Of course he is. That’s what Munson is an expert at these days, burying any pesky feelings deep down and locking them up so they never see the light of day. Heaven forbid he feels an ounce of happiness or joy because he assumes the minute he does, it will get snatched from him. He doesn’t believe he deserves it. He doesn’t believe the universe will ever allow him to have it.” Steve sighed. “Look, he’s like a dog. His aggression is really just masking his fear. He’s all bark and no bite anyway. I am telling you, under all that mess of hair and denim and leather and surliness, he is really just a little boy who is needing someone to love him. The question is, are you brave enough to try?”

You were momentarily stunned. You couldn’t believe the words you were hearing. Your mind was racing, eyes wide, your mouth hung open as you struggled to take in what he was asking you. You felt like you were in a different world where you didn’t know the language or customs and nothing was making any sense. Up was down and right was left and off was on and in was out. What in the hell was he talking about? Love? You barely even knew Eddie. You couldn’t even get him to have a civil conversation half the time. 

“What?” you finally shot out, your brain finally firing on all cylinders again. Your hands came to your hips as you gaped at Steve. “We barely know each other, Steve. Why are you talking about love?”

Steve shrugged as he began to skate backwards, “When you know, you know, right? Why do you think I stopped using my charms on you? We all know. Now you two just need to figure it out.”

When you know, you know? You felt like you didn’t know anything as you watched Steve skate away from you. This town and its dark past, these people and all their goddamn secrets and cryptic words, that damn metalhead and his temperamental attitude. You didn’t know a goddamn thing and you certainly didn’t know anything about love. Your failed marriage was more than proof of that. If you did, you wouldn’t be standing here right now, you wouldn’t have met any of them, and you never would have laid eyes on Eddie Munson. And at the moment, you were kind of wishing that was the case. 

Chapter 10

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[siriuslyshouldislytherin]

Two Halves of a Whole

(Part 2)

Pairing : Sirius Black × Potter!reader

Summary : Y/N Euphemia Potter is the younger child to Euphemia and Fleamont Potter. James introduces Y/N to his gang on the very first day of her school. As years pass , Sirius Black , James' best mate starts falling hard for his best mate's sister. Will she feel the same or will it be a one-sided love story ? Read more to find out.

A/N: PS: I am gonna publish this in 10 or so parts spanning over the 7 years of their Hogwarts education. I will post the link to the next part in this part when I publish it. So do check it out.

Warning : mention of bruises , wand being pointed to the reader's neck. Overprotective James , Remus being a brother figure , not much for Peter (coz he betrayed and I hate him. )

Navigation / Part 1 / Part 2

Y/N was awestruck by the beauty of Hogwarts. The Black Lake , the giant doors of Hogwarts , the staircases ; everything was grand and new to her.

A middle-aged lady , most probably a Professor took them inside The Great Hall which had hundreds of candles floating in the air. The ceiling was enchanted to look like the night sky. She passed James and his friends as they all gave her a smile.

The Professor stood on the platform as she unfolded the parchment.

"Now I will call the students and accordingly you have to come and sit on the stool. The sorting hat will sort you into your respective houses. "

Then did she notice the ragged looking Hat perched on the stool.

"Potter , Y/N !" The Professor called out her name. Her heart was thumping loudly in her ribcage as if it would break out of the cage. She climbed on the platform and sat on the stool.

"Witty , very witty. Oh yes creative too , Ravenclaw it seems ! But you have an enormous amount of courage. Alright , better be Gryffindor !"

A very wide grin replaced the frown on her face as someone from Gryffindor yelled ," We got the second Potter too !"

She was finally going to be in the same house as her brother.

She ran towards her brother as they had saved her a seat in advance. James ruffled her hair as he spoke ,"finally in Gryffindor. "

"Yes !" She turned to look at the others.

"Congratulations Y/N !" She heard Remus , Peter and Sirius wish her.

Y/N was walking to her Transfiguration class when she bumped into a certain red-head who had just come out of the class , some other Gryffindor students following her.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." The (y/h/c) haired girl apologized.

"Oh no , don't bother. I wasn't looking. "

The red-haired girl looked at Y/N and said ,"you are the younger Potter , aren't you ?"

"Yes I am. " At times Y/N wasn't quite pleased by being known as 'younger Potter'. She had the sudden urge to tell the red-haired girl to call her by her name but suppressed it.

"You seem pretty decent as compared to your brother. "

"James. What did he do ?"

"He is an annoying toerag. "

Y/N chuckled at those words as the red-head gave her a smile. She heard a distant voice ," Evans ! Wait there !"

"Oh god ! Your brother. By the way , nice to meet you. See you later. Lily Evans. " The girl gave her a quick handshake and walked away as Y/N chuckled and walked towards the classroom.

"Was that Evans talking to you ?" James asked her.

"Yes. "

"I was calling her ! Why didn't you stop her ?"

"You wanted me to stop her ? Why though ?"

"I want to be friends with her. "

"Good luck with that !" She said in a sing-song voice.

"What did she tell you ?"

"James it would be better if you attend your classes this sincerely. It would do mum-dad a lot of favour. Now don't you have DADA class ?"

She saw Sirius at the door frame watching both of them.

"Sirius. Don't you have your classes ? Off you go ! Both of you. "

"Uh-oh yeahh. I-I will go "

He walked towards James , swinging a hand over his shoulder.

"Let's take you to DADA , Potter. "

They both walked off , as Sirius turned around for a moment , gave her a little 'bye-bye' wave and disappeared into the corridor.

By the time November had started , it was starting to cool down. Students had started to use jumpers to keep themselves warm. Library was the perfect place to study for students like Y/N.

It was past 10 in the night. James was starting to get worried of her , including Sirius , Remus and Peter.

"James. I think we should tell Professor McGonagall. " Remus , the most sensible of the group suggested.

"What if she gets scolded by Professor McGonagall ?" Peter asked the group.

"No Pete. We won't let that happen. I think we should go and search in the castle."

"Sirius is right. We should search in the castle and if to no avail we should report to McGonagall. "

"James let us just check once in the girls dormitory first. "

"How Remus ?"

"Just ask some random girl. "

"Nobody is around. We should go check the girls dormitory ourselves ?"

"What - no ! - hey Evans. "

The red-head turned around.

"Yes Lupin ?"

"We need you to do a favour for us. Can you please go into the girl's dormitory and check whether James' sister is in there ?"

Lily nodded and checked up on the girl's dormitories but Y/N obviously wasn't there.

"Where is she then ?"

"We -"James piped in.

"Oh she left me a note saying she was in the Astronomy tower. I remember that ! You can go Evans. Thank you !"

Sirius muttered an over-excited 'thank-you' as Lily eyed him suspiciously but nevertheless retreated to her dormitory.

Y/N saw the time in the library watch as it read 10.21.

"Merlin ! I've missed the dinner too ! James will be so worried about me !" She quickly put away all her belongings and hurried out of the library.

She was walking towards the Gryffindor common room when she heard someone call her.

"It's so pleasant to see young Miss Potter loitering around this late in the castle , also not to mention , all alone , by herself. "

She heard a girl say , she was undeniably older than her , her curly hair giving her a maniacal look. She was followed by a blonde wizard , almost the same age as her. Behind them were two other boys and a girl.

They started circling her as she stood there unkowing of what to do.

"You know Potter , you should be proud of your pure-blood lineage. Didn't your mother and father teach you that ? I saw you having a conversation with that mud-blood Evans today."

"Bella , how would they teach her such important good Manners ! They themselves are - filthy blood traitors -"

"My mum-dad arent filthy blood traitors ! Don't you dare speak a word against them !"

"Perhaps your brother then - my cousin Sirius has been defying his parents ever since he has befriended your blood-traitor brother. "

She pounced at the curly haired girl and tackled her to the ground.

"Don't you dare speak a word about my family ! I won't -" she was pulled up by a girl who held her by her hair.

"No ! Leave me !" Y/N cried out , tears streaming down her face like a waterfall. The girl's wand pressed into her neck ; that spot of her neck turning blue.

"Y/N !" She heard two familiar voices as she tried to turn her head.

The 4 ran near her as the 5 students retreated. She ran towards James and hugged him around the middle. Sirius' heart did drop at the sight of Bellatrix near Y/N.

I love her like a sister , don't I ?

Sirius tried to shrug the uncanny feeling in his stomach.

"Jamie !" She cried onto his shirt.

"So very touching , Lucius !" She heard the girl advance towards them as she saw Sirius and Remus cover her as James tightened his hold on her stroking her head. Peter too , stood besides Sirius and James a few moments later.

"Fighting your elder cousin , are we ?" The girl looked at Sirius , a glint of craziness in her eyes.

"Bella , if you harm her or corner her or try to make her feel uncomfortable in any possible way , then I will make sure that will be the last day you live on this earth. "

She scoffed and went away with her cronies as the trio turned towards the younger girl who was still in her brother's embrace.

"Niff , Niff look at me !" James said to her. She did as she was told.

"Jamie - Jamie - they insulted mum and dad ! And you too ! " She again broke down into tears as his grip tightened on her.

"James , I think we should go to the common room and discuss things there. "

"Yes , lets get under the cloak and head to common room. Niff , stay between me and Remus. Sirius and Peter follow behind us. "

As soon as they reached the common room , the four boys sat her on the couch , James on one side looking extremely worried , Remus looking mildly less worried , Peter looking even less worried. Technically Sirius was freaked out !

Remus noticed the blue bruise on her neck as she said ," Y/N , what is this blue bruise on your neck ?"

"They held a wand to my neck , Remus. " She said , sniffling.

"What ! Who did that ?" James asked.

"The girl who held me by my hair. "

Sirius clutched his wand and dashed towards the door , only to be stopped by James.

"Where are you off to ?"

"To teach Bella and her cronies a lesson. "

"No ! You are not going to do any of that ! Any of you. "

"Why ? They've harmed you. " Sirius said looking at her.

"They were all 6th or 7th years. They know way more spells than you lot. Besides I don't want McGonagall to reduce house points or give you detention. "

"Niff , but -"

"She's right , James. " Remus spoke.

"We all know how nasty Bellatrix can get. They are 7th years and know how to have a proper wand fight. Not to mention the Dark Arts she knows. If we do anything that would provoke her , she might again corner Y/N someday -"

"We won't let that happen. " Sirius spoke.

"We know that Sirius but just keep you calm and don't let her get to you. "

"Anyways Niff , are you alright ?"

"Yes." She gave her brother a smile as he dropped her off near the stairs of the girl's dormitories.

James turned to Sirius and enveloped him in a hug.

"I will always be there for her. "

"We all will. " Remus too piped it as all the four went in for a group hug.

"Thank you , Remus , Sirius and Peter. "

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[cleolinda]

Weekend links, April 7, 2024

My posts

This week feels like it has been a hundred years long (not in a bad way). 

Somehow we joined together to balance the seesaw just right so Ava Gardner and Jean Seberg could both go through in the Hot Vintage Lady polls (percentages rounded). Like, I’m wearing the Ava jersey and even I encouraged people to vote Jean when necessary. Honestly, I just wanted to see if it could be done. And it COULD. 

Round three has begun. It is already horrific. This is the first round that’s really going to hurt because we spent the last one really getting down in the dirt and championing our ladies, or learning about actresses we’d never heard of before and getting attached to them. And now? We are reminded: memento mori. Everyone loses but one. 

(I personally pitched in for Sara Montiel. “BUT JUST LOOK AT--” Yeah, I did, thanks.)

Reblogs of interest

April Fool’s Day: You were here for the Boopening, yes? The whole thing was that you only got badges for giving boops, not receiving them, which is a great way to not reward popularity contests, but also means that every last one of us was out here trying to figure out who to bap with a cat’s paw 1000 times. I said, listen, my notifications are already trash garbage today. I’ll take the bullet. Boop at will.

The Activity graph isn’t too clear on this point, but it looks like I had something like 65,000--hits? engagements? boops?--that day. Listen, I got the black paw badge too. We all did what we had to do in the Boopening. 

A Shakespearean boop of goodly length: “And, Meowntague, come you this afternoon, to know our further pleasure in this case, to old Food-bowl, our common judgment-place.” 

I had to go lie down awhile after a pun like “The Purrge.”

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I had just gotten up from that pun and then I had to go lie down again.

Account security gothic

The Canada griffin

Dinotopia nostalgia

Two pairs of spectacles, one made from slices of emerald, and the other from slices of diamond

An old favorite: Cerberus as a puppy, guarding the gates to heck

I feel like these two posts have the same energy: Time cops will not let you travel back to the Titanic and bloodthirsty gazebos are currently in a dormancy period.

The birds are still troubled

PSA: The best sunscreens for your face

Video

A collection of various American Indian/indigenous American languages, including Navajo, Tlingit, Lakota, Colville Okanagan Salish, Cherokee, Yucatec Maya, Greenlandic, Mohawk, Yup'ik, and Mi'kmawi'simk. 

A trans health-and-wellness fundraiser (Mercury Stardust, Point of Pride, and friends) kept getting banned off Tiktok due to assholes. Here’s how to donate; I saw a few “here’s how they helped me” notes, so it seems like these programs are both legit and effective. 

You think you’re going to sit staring at this video because Chocolate Guy is weaving chocolate. Then you get into it, and it just keeps going.

“Too Sweet” is doing hilariously well on the charts for a song that didn’t even make the album proper. Hozier’s bees would like to thank you for your support.

I know I said that Stevie Nicks would make you sing backup on your own haunting, but late in this 1997 live performance of “Silver Springs,” she makes Lindsey Buckingham, the man she wrote this song about, look her in the eye while she belts it at him. This specific performance was released as a single (I was there, Gandalf) and nominated for a Grammy. Watch the video and you will see why.

The Women Those ‘Evolution Of Beauty’ Videos Leave Out

I don’t really know how to describe this rubberhose-style cartoon of Cab Calloway as a singing nightmare clown. Betty Boop is also there. “You just described it!” No, I really didn’t. 

How movable type worked 1000 years ago, from scratch.

Unrestrained seasonal yak fun

A snowy raven photoshoot

The sacred texts

I don’t know how to explain this double Sacred Text about ominous dreams that comes with its own comic, except to say that they’re so iconic that I first saw both posts in lo-res Pinterest screencaps.

April Fool’s: The ultimate sacred text.

Personal tag of the week

Wet beast Wednesday, which had both a headshake stickflip and bears on a swan boat.

#weekend links #odds and ends #linkspam

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My Hazbin Song Rankings

Sometimes I only enjoy small sections of a song, but if those sections are good enough it can still rank higher than a song with a high percentage of decent sections.

Hell’s Greatest Dad: there's parts I don't like much but the song still gets 10/10 from me. The beginning segment for Lucifer and Alastor are my absolute favorite. After that it gets a little eh? I wish that fiddle moment went on for a second longer. Alastor's second section is more like 7/10. Mimzy is...yeah

Poison: 10/10 perfectly solid, no parts I dislike, while I prefer Angel's pilot va more in general, this guy does a good job especially for the songs. The song's catchy, no interrupted or talking sections, the animation for it is also very nice.

Hell Is Forever: 7/10 I like this one, Adam's chorus is absolutely a banger. the sections in between the chorus are more like 5/10, this one's in my playlist

Stayed Gone: 4/10 for the song as a whole, but the actual singing segments get a 7/10 for me, it just bothers me that half the song is talking rather than actual singing. I like Vox's voice, and Alastor plays well in contrast. The tune is nice and catchy, and the ending is perfectly sinister. That's the tea~ (this is in my playlist, with cropped out sections)

INSIDE OF EVERY DEMON IS A RAINBOW: the better beginning song from Charlie, 6.5/10. it's fairly catchy actually but it's not my favorite by a mile

Respectless: 6/10, Carmilla's got a nice powerful voice but Velvette's sections are the part I enjoy, it's a decent song but it won't go in my playlist.

Finale: the majority of the song gets like. 3/10. don't love it. the 25 seconds from the Vs get an 11/10 why couldn't the entire song be this good 😭 Alastor's part from a song perspective is maybe 4/10, as a scene it's a 10/10, but we're ranking the music alone here.

Loser, Baby: 6/10, I like the older style, the beginning part doesn't have appeal but I like the swing of the chorus. Husk's voice in general ain't my favorite but it's alright for this genre. Angel doesn't sound great in this one. Not going in my playlist but I like it well enough.

Happy Day In Hell: solid beginning song, very disney princess. It's not quite my thing, but it's catchy enough and doesn't bore me. 6/10 it ain't bad. wouldn't go in my playlist but I like it well enough

Inside of every demon, is a lost cause: a pilot song, any Alastor song may get a biased ranking, this gets like 5.5/10 though, it never really got my attention much as a song.

Out For Love: 5/10 eh, nothing about it I particularly hate, but it's forgettable and not doing anything for me. didn't need to be a song.

You Didn’t Know: the beginning sucks so bad, stop saying Sera you're pissing me off 😩 Sera's voice ain't doing it for me. Lute's beginning is where it starts getting better. maybe because they're reprising the much better Hell Is Forever. Charlie and Emma's duet is quite badass though. 5/10

Welcome To Heaven: 3/10, catchy but forgettable. didn't need to be here.

More Than Anything: put it away please. 3/10, it's fine I'm just really bored of it, if it wasn't 3 whole minutes long maybe I'd be more okay with it

More Than Anything (Reprise): just put. it. away. please!!!!

Ready For This: 3/10 I'm just bored, nothing wrong with it. forgettable. 5/10 for that little alastor/rosie section, I love their little dance too.

It Starts With Sorry: ugh. 2/10 I wouldn't put this on my playlist at all. it's slow and sappy and uuuuggghhh this did NOT need to be a song, bad viewer experience

Whatever It Takes: 2/10 put this shit away, this didn't need to be a song, it's so boring ahhhhhhh, Carmilla doesn't even sound great in some parts of this. it just goes onnnnnn and oooooonnnn. Vaggie's singing voice bothers me because she doesn't sound like herself, I honestly though she had a separate singing va

#rave ramblees #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #long post