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Meatball on the run

@voxophile sent me this idea and it was HYSTERICAL so I wrote a little drabble about it. I made myself laugh writing this one. Enjoy!

“Do you have Meatball?” Ominis asked, coming into the dining area.

“Um, no, I thought YOU had him.” Melody replied.

“I thought YOU had him!”

“Uh oh, mom and dad have lost their child!” Sebastian teased.

“Shut it!” Melody jumped up.

“If someone finds him and they don’t know he’s harmless, they might kill him! We have to find him!”

They all turned their heads as they heard screaming coming from the staff table. 

Professor Garlick was screaming as Meatball slithered into her lap. Professor Ronen attempted to grab him with tongs and Meatball slithered down his legs. Ronen began jumping around on one foot, trying to shake him off. Meatball went flying and began slithering away and Professor Howin dove towards him. 

Professor Sharp had just entered and saw the chaos and began running. He saw Meatball and his eyes widened. “NO! NO, IT’S OK! HE’S A PET!” 

Ominis and Melody ran towards Meatball just as Professor Black was entering. Ominis heard Meatball gasp.

“HE’S THE BIGGEST SNAKE I’VE EVER SEEN!” He made a beeline for Professor Black who, upon seeing him, let out a blood curdling shriek and jumped into the arms of the closest person, which happened to be Madame Kogawa. 

“MEATBALL NO!” Melody dove towards him but Meatball was zooming towards Black and Kogawa. Kogawa threw him off of her and bolted. 

“FRIEND FRIEND FRIEND FRIEND FRIEND!” Meatball was enamored with the headmaster. 

Black was still screaming as Meatball reached him, and slithered up around his neck. 

“PHINEAS IT’S ALRIGHT, HE’S A PET!” Sharp screamed as Black rolled across the floor shrieking and trying to pry Meatball away from his neck. 

Meatball, upon seeing the group of people rushing towards him, attempted to hide. Unfortunately the place he chose was inside the headmaster’s jacket. 

Phineas’ screams went up an octave and Sharp ripped his jacket off. Meatball was terrified and disappeared once more.

“WHAT IS GOING ON?!” Professor Weasley screamed. 

It looked like a renaissance painting. Black was on the floor in the fetal position, with Sharp kneeling beside him holding the torn jacket. The staff table had been flipped in the chaos, Garlick and Ronen had ended up covered in food. Madame Kogawa was standing on a chair, Melody and Ominis had slipped in the spilled food and were on the floor, and Sebastian was trying to help them up. 

“SNAKE! THERE WAS A SNAKE!” Black screamed. 

“It’s alright, he’s harmless! He’s a pet!” Melody explained. 

His eyes snapped over to her. “YOU! Of course you’re involved in this! You’ve done nothing but cause trouble since you’ve gotten here! You are-“

“HE’S MINE!” Ominis shouted. “And as a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin, I’m entitled to have a snake as my pet! YOU upset him! I should call my father, and-“

“No, no, Mr. Gaunt! My apologies! He startled me!” Black was backpedaling. 

“Now you’ve frightened him and my beloved pet is missing!” 

“My sincerest apologies Mr. Gaunt!”

Melody snorted beside him and Black glared at her. 

“I’ll have you know Meatball wanted to meet you, he could tell you were a well-to-do Slytherin, and then you with your screaming and wailing scared him away! If my pet is not returned to me, I will-“

“We’ll find him right away, Mr. Gaunt! STAFF! FIND THE SNAKE! Find…Meatball?”

“Marinara. Meatball Marinara Gaunt.” Melody added.

“Right. We’ll find Meatball and return him to you at once.” He left the dining hall and Sharp stomped over and yanked Melody and Ominis off the ground with ease.

“Are you INSANE? Why would you let him do that?!”

“He escaped!” Melody protested. “We didn’t know where he was!” 

“I did hear him say that he liked Black. He said he was the biggest snake he’d ever seen.” Ominis smiled. 

“HA!” Melody laughed.

“ENOUGH!” Sharp shouted. “You’re lucky that Mr. Gaunt has an esteemed family or you’d both be expelled!” 

“Ha, you sounded like a spoiled brat.” Melody laughed.

“How about a you’re welcome for saving your ass?!” 

“Go. Find. The snake. NOW!” Sharp barked. 

“I’ll go see if he went home.” Ominis said. 

“I’ll check this floor.” Melody replied. 

“I’ll check my underwear because I laughed so hard I may have pissed myself.” Sebastian snorted. 

“I’ll check the dungeons. Now go.” Sharp demanded. 

“Phineas, it’s alright, they said he’s harmless!” Matilda was attempting to calm Professor Black down in his office. “Everyone is looking for him, we’ll find him in no time. How about I fix you a relaxing cup of tea?”

“Thank you, Matilda.” Phineas sighed and sat down at his desk. He had an extreme fear of snakes. His heart was still racing. He rested his head in his hands and closed his eyes, breathing deeply.

Then a small tongue flicked across his hand.

Matilda dropped the teacup she was holding as Phineas let out a glass shattering scream. She sighed and cleaned it up. It was just another day at work. 

You are not delusional.

I know it’s been said a million times in different fonts, but Byler is definitely endgame because it genuinely doesn’t make any sense if it’s not.

Yes, one-sided love is common in real life and in fiction, but who writes an unrequited love story like THIS? When was the last time one of the MAIN characters of a show was IN LOVE with one of the other MAIN characters of a show for ALL of its seasons, with the narrative very clearly building up to a grand confession AND the other person unaware of the depth of these feelings for whatever reason, only for that narrative to end in rejection at the very END of the story? Take a look at Phineas & Ferb. Yes, I’m comparing Stranger Things to Phineas and Ferb. Isabella was very obviously in love with Phineas the entire show, and it looked one-sided, but the song, “What Might Have Been” reveals that it’s not one-sided at all (plot twist!), and Phineas has just been clueless. They get together in the end.

If Byler was meant to be one-sided, the best time in my opinion would be to rip the bandaid off in season 3, the “summer of love.” This brought Will’s sexuality to the forefront since all his friends were dating girls. They sorta did that with the Byler fight (and then they had Mike bike miles in the rain to apologize, a very common romantic trope). But if Byler was meant to be one-sided, it would’ve been definitive, and then Mike would’ve comforted his friend and told him he’ll always be there for him and that nothing will change. That would’ve been sad, but it would’ve paved the way for Season 4 and 5 to explore the fall out of this and introduce and develop a new, fan favorite, reciprocated love interest for Will. Stranger Things makes us fall in love with new characters all the time: Max in Season 2, Robin in Season 3, Eddie in Season 4. But that’s not what they did.

Byler is literally just the childhood friends to lovers trope. El complicates things, but even so, it’s not uncommon for characters to date other characters and even confess love to them before realizing who they’re actually supposed to be with. Millard Fillmore isn’t married; they are literally teens trying to figure out the whole dating thing in unprecedented circumstances. What does make Byler spicy and complex is the fact that it doesn’t just involve figuring out feelings, it involves figuring out one’s sexuality in small town Indiana in the 80s. But you’re not delusional for simply understanding the childhood friends to lovers trope and following along.

Usually unrequited crush storylines are written as short term crushes and not taken very seriously (ie: Dustin and Max or Meng and Aang from ATLA). They aren’t given this level of narrative weight, paralleled to canon romantic relationships on the show, and given romantically coded fights and conversations that put other pairings to shame. A story that does come to mind when I think of an unrequited love being given narrative weight is Little Women, which is ironically one of the influences on Season 4 and very Byler-coded in nature. I don’t deny that unrequited love can sometimes be a painful narrative tool to help a character grow, but this is not written how those storylines are usually written. You don’t make the GA explicitly aware of a love triangle that has been brewing from the beginning, make clear a character’s feelings in the penultimate season, not resolve them, drag it out to the final season, and then just keep the status quo (and turbulent) relationship in the end. The entire painting situation just follows the miscommunication trope which is extremely common in romantic storylines, and there’d be no point in writing it this way if it wasn’t leading to anything.

There is NOTHING inherently delusional about Byler. Nada. Zip. Zilch. People might make fun of our complicated theories (because they obviously only take things at face-value and have no imagination or media analysis curiosity), but even if you defenestrate the Byler Slides entirely, there’s NOTHING delusional about believing a couple might break up in a show, even if they’ve been dating for a long time, especially if there are clear problems in the relationship. There is NOTHING delusional about believing a character might date someone else, especially if that someone else is a character who is canonically in love with them. That literally happens all the time in countless stories, movies, and shows. The ONLY reason people call us delusional is because they just can’t fathom Mike being anything other than straight since he doesn’t “seem that way.” But keep in mind, they also couldn’t fathom Will being gay, and look how that turned out for them.

Manic Pixie Dream Girls use Mike’s “we’re friends, friends” comment to argue that Mike made clear he doesn’t have any romantic feelings for Will, but I gotta ask, have they seen any film or show ever? When has claiming to be “just friends” in a defensive tone EVER meant that you are truly just friends? Are you just friends, Michael? Are “friends” electric? Idk, because that was an extremely self-incriminating thing to say. We just caught you in fruity 4K. Michael Wheeler, 84,000 people know what you are. Bylers don’t just have the weight of evidence on our side; we have the weight of some of the most popular romantic storytelling tropes of all time.

We aren’t delusional. We are right.

Phineas Flynn’s Panic Attack(Story)

Mentions of: Panic Attacks,GAD(Generalized Anxiety Disorder) Su!d!3 Mentioned and Fainting,Homophobia

Characters used: Phineas Flynn, Jonathan Knight-Rodriguez(NKOTB), Marissa Kratt, Harley Rodriguez

Note from me: Ik this isn’t the regular content I post on here but this story is actually based off of the real events that happend to me and I’ve experienced before and so I wanted to have phineas that similar experience and you guys can understand with the story-BW Aka Trin

It was just a regular day at school phineas was just walking around talking to his friends and then Marissa Told Phineas about how people are bullying him for having Two Dads Harley and Jon in which Phineas doesn’t like homophobia and supports the LGBTQ+ community in which phineas said to Marissa that the people who make fun of his 2 dads are jealous and so him and his friends walked into class for the pop quiz that phineas has been studying for 5 Days Now until then the pressure of how the people who made fun of his two dads online got into his head phineas started sweating and asked Mrs.Jenkins to go use the bathroom until then phineas sees Henry playing with the water and ferb writing some notes about how to kill Jordan Knight aka Phineas’ Uncle even tho that won’t even happen, Phineas went to the sink told Henry and ferb hi and all three of the boys started talking Henry said “Also there’s plans that my uncle Paul is gonna give the kotnb aka us OUR OWN BURGER!” “Awesome” Ferb Says Happy “uh-yeah th-that’s cool” phineas says while shaking in which his anxiety starts to happen “uhh phineas are you okay?” Henry asked in his concernd voice until then phineas started to faint he was already pale and Henry and ferb started to yell phineas’ name to wake him up and Henry told ferb to get Nurse Biffany(Buford’s mom BTW) and so biffany called phineas’ Dads to come to the school to take him home and on the way to the farm that Harley and Jon own Jon Asked Phineas a question “Phineas are you having like anxiety attacks or anything?” “W-what n-no dad I-I’m not I’m fine” phineas says with a fake smile “Well incase if it happens just come talk to either me or your dad” Harley said to phineas “A-Alright Bubba” phineas said

Few minutes later

Marissa(who lives with Jon,Harley and phineas so that phineas can have some company) came home from school in which she knew about what happend to phineas and checked up on phineas in his room making sure he was okay

Until dinner

Jon said phineas’ Name 12 times but phineas didn’t answer “maybe he’s asleep babe” Harley told Jon “yknow I’m gonna check on him” jon told harley and so jon walked into phineas room and saw phineas crying and asked him “Son what’s wrong?” Until then jon saw the writing that phineas wrote on the wall saying “You Have Gay Dads That’s Weird” “Hey Look Red Hair Has Gay Dads and One of them is a new kid HAHAHA” “dude get a mom not another dad” in which that made jon upset for a bit until he saw phineas scars on his arm and phineas was crying saying “I don’t wanna Live in this world anymore” until that’s when Jon Stopped him phineas dropped the knife and his dad hugged him and said “Don’t Leave me Son” until then Harley and Marissa Came upstairs to see phineas crying on Jon’s chest and Jon was comforting his son that he recently gotten to known and Harley plus Marissa joined too to help but they both realized that Jon and Phineas needed Father and son time

Aftermath

Jon grabbed some rubbing alcohol to put it on phineas’ arm that he cut from a knife and wrapped it up in a bandage and phineas explained his dad and bubba about what’s been going on and Marissa apologized to phineas about telling him the bullying and homophobia towards his Dad and Bubba, and That’s when They heard a knock on the door and Jon opened the door to see Henry,Donnie,Sunny,Joey,Trin,Danny and Ferb putting Jordan into a headlock for a about a minute until ferb stopped and let go “We heard what happend Jon” Jordan said and so everyone walked in and phineas walked down stairs to see his friends and uncle here “phineas we are here for you” sunny said “Yeah well except for Baby Donnie” Henry said in which Everyone laughed including Donnie cause that was his nickname that his mom gave him(RIP alma btw)

Next day:

When phineas went back to school the same people who made fun of his dads said homophobic slurs towards phineas and phineas actually told them “You need to calm down and Shade never Made Anybody Less Gay”(Taylor swift reference)

Reminder from Henry:

Don’t make fun of your friends or family well you can make fun of my uncle mark hehehe no don’t really do that but incase if you are having anxiety problems talk to an adult or your school counselor or maybe listen to some of rayes(aka Taylor swift’s) Songs and look up some quotes from Donnie wahlberg aka my foster dad now if you excuse me I gotta Stop ferb from killing Jordan

From Your Chickenity friend, Henry Hart

Updated Masterlist

So; here's my updated masterlist.

Fandoms:

Warrior Cats

Survivors Dogs

Pokemon and Pokemon Mystery Dungeon

Henry stickmin

Gravity Falls (mainly Bill or my self insert OC.)

Undertale

Wings of fire

Stranger things

Cobra Kai

Wander over yonder

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

The Owl House

The Bad Guys

Puss and Boots the last wish

Kung Fu panda

Madagascar

Dreamworks and Disney in general

Sing

Zootopia (anything furry at this point is fair game.)

Fandoms I may write/draw about, but don't expect it to be regular:

The Lion King

Star Vs the forces of evil

Skylanders (up to swap force. I haven't played the games since I was a kid.)

Amphibia

Harry Potter

The amazing world of gumball

Phineas and Ferb

Steven Universe

My little Pony (Friendship is magic.)

Five Nights At Freddy’s (may be more frequent.)

Fandoms I want to get into, but just lack the time (don't expect me to write any time soon on these):

Percy Jackson

Star wars (Okay, I have seen most of the recent stuff and a new hope)

Marvel

DC (I apologize for some of the normie stuff)

Spyro the dragon

Divergent

The Hunger Games

Earth's Children Series (Clan of the cave bear is all I have read.)

What I will write/draw:

NSFW (will be marked)

Yandere

headcanons

Platonic relationships

Crossovers (heavily encouraged)

Pokemon teams for fictional characters (a fav of mine)

Fakemon

OC's (self insert for the most part)

Statements other than fandom related

What I will not write/draw:

Anything NSFW to a minor. It's hard to tell for sure, and tumblr doesnt have an age rating. This is why I mark it.

Billdip. or bill X any of the pines family. Just not my taste.

Incest (that's really the only nsfw thing I won't draw/write. But anything nonconsent-ish may not be drawn/written if it doesn't make sense for the character's base canon. If you want a character to act somewhat out of character, then you must clarify that it is in an au. I don't want to do canon characters dirty.)

Yandere x Yandere because come on, that's boring.

Political statements about ableism (a statement may be made here or there, but these are for acceptance purposes and are not meant to criticise the other side too much unless for cases of bullying and prejudice.)

I also occasionally post pictures of natural things (animals, plants, fungi). Note: this is not a horny blog; though at times it may seem like it. Expect posts to be sporadic and random, and expect me to take weeks to months off, as I have a busy schedule.

I will also make statements about being autistic, but due to a recent turn of events, these will be strictly non-political.

I may start hosting MAPs now, but don't expect me to do it frequently. Like one every few months. Expect them more towards the end of the year when I have learned how to animate better.

Note: I will tag any of my Kenz posts with their respective AU’s. Base Kenz is So Much For Stardust, my fanfic. Tumblr Falls Kenz is an AU I developed with my moots just for fun. IRL Kenz is me. And Any other Kenz’s will be tagged as such.

Bill sometimes hops on my blog. Ignore him. He is that voice inside my head that gives me all my intrusive thoughts. I’m used to it to the point where I don’t bring it up to my therapist or psychiatrist because it’s prolly internal dialogue. IDFK.

I have a YouTube channel and instagram of the same name. I used to have a TikTok, but with TikTok being banned, I made the regrettable decision to delete it. If the ban is averted somehow, I’ll bring it back.

Alright then! MSo, Ninjago is a TV show that basically was made as a way to get parents to buy toys for their kids back in 2011. It has evolved beyond that, but that was the reasoning for it being created. It has a pretty medium sized fandom, probably a bit bigger than keeper.

It’s basic plot is that it follows a group of ninja with elemental powers that help defeat supernatural enemies. One such instance is when they face up against an evil genie creature.

There are two main characters who are important to the story: Lloyd, who is the green ninja, and Kai who is the red ninja. They are often depicted as being very brotherly and that’s what a lot of the fandom sees them as.

A little while ago, there was an account on Tumblr dedicated to running a bracket tournament on the best red and green duo. Obviously, Lloyd and Kai were put on it by a few different people, myself included.

It went pretty normal for the first round, where Kai and Lloyd won against Red Guy and Duck from Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared.

However, the normalcy was soon be over. Because in the next round, Ninja was up against Mario and Luigi. And I am pretty sure I don’t need to explain to you that Mario and Luigi are a very popular duo.

So the Ninjago community decided to come together to take down the popular duo. A few people @ a few different bug Ninjago blogs, which brought the poll into more people’s view. And the discord server for the most popular Ninjago fanfic shared a link, so it definitely was in people’s eye.

We almost lost, but we managed to eek out a win against the Mario and Luigi. To commemorate the occasion some people drew fanart. But the war wasn’t over yet.

The next battle for Ninjago was against Phineas and Ferb, one of the most iconic duos in cartoon history. But we were prepared.

Once again we all banded together and we managed to defeat Phineas and Ferb, this time in a landslide.

We only had one more opponent: Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. The Ninjago community knew that if we won this, then we could get at least some bragging rights that we won a popularity contest (even if we committed voter fraud.)

It was a fairly intense battle. We all shared link with each other in order to make sure we all had voted. Also, I may or may not have gotten some of my friends outside of the Ninjago community to vote for Lloyd and Kai.

Finally, it all came to a close. On March 2, Lloyd and Kai won, 64.7% to 34.3%. It took voter fraud, campaigning and a whole of working together but we done it. We won a popularity contest.

I am definitely not doing the story justice whatsoever, but if you want to see the polls, they were on redandgreenpoll tumblr.

Anyway, thank you for indulging my silly little story, and if you want to know more about Ninjago let me know!

-⚙️

My apologies whenever I hear the word ninjas now my brain just goes "where did all these ninjas come from" to quote the one, the only, the velocipastor at 48 minutes and 20 seconds into this glorious movie. it's probably not as funny without the hilarity and mindset of the previous 48 minutes but I think about it...so often...

but hey! is that the lloyd who has the joke made about him like "uh no your name is lu-loyd, I named you and that's how it's pronounced" or whatever it is? pronouncing both the Ls?

back to your story: wow! you're right, you don't need to explain to me how popular those other duos are or how impressive it is that you beat them. I 100% believe you when you say it was voter fraud because those franchises are popular. i suppose ninjago is popular enough that I vaguely know about it's existence, but still! congrats to you all on your victory and all the bragging rights you now have :)

what an intense popularity contest. I'll have to look through that tumblr bracket showdown to get a better sense of what you're talking about, but thank you for sharing it with me! if you'd like to tell me more about ninjago, I'd be happy to listen, but otherwise i likely won't seek out further information (no offense. i just don't watch a lot of things in general, nothing against ninjago itself :) )

The Rest of Our Lives, Part 7

TW: Verbal Abuse, TW: Child Abuse

In the early hours of the morning on March 31st, Finn remained restless. As Butterscotch sleeps, Finn sits up and gets out of bed. He throws his robe on, and grabs his phone before making his way from their shared bedroom to his backyard.

He had found his mother’s phone number online, and had it saved in his phone for if he decided to make that dreaded phone call. This was the only way he was going to find out the truth. All he needed to do was make the call, and ask his mother if the rumor was true. If it wasn’t, he could put it to rest and focus on his wedding, which was coming soon. If it was, he could ask who his real father is, and potentially contact him.

Finn takes a deep breath…before pushing the “call” button. His heart begins to race as he hears the ringing tone. Then it drops slightly when he hears the familiar voice for the first time in 97 years.

“You have reached Margaret Reed. I am unable to come to the phone right now, but if you leave a message, I might call you back. Thank you.” The voice says.

Once that message tone went off, Finn gulps before speaking.

“Hello…mother. This is Fi-...Phineas…your son. I know it’s been a long time since we’ve talked, and…you’d probably prefer it that way. But I got a really disturbing phone call from Mary recently, and there’s something I really want to ask you. But I…I understand if you’d rather not speak. Um…bye…” Finn hangs up, before looking out at the night sky. It was unsurprising that Margaret didn’t answer the phone. Not only was it rather late at night, but not many people these days answered the phone for numbers they didn’t recognize. Plus, Margaret was always a busy woman…she probably got dozens of voice mails a day.

At this point, all Finn could really do was wait and see if Margaret would call back. It was possible she never would, in which case, Finn could at least say that he tried. He sighs softly, before turning back to the back entrance of his cottage-

His phone starts ringing. He blinks, before looking at it…his heart skips several beats in fear when he sees her name. She was calling him back already!?

He answered the phone swiftly. “H-Hello?”

“Phineas, darling! It has been so long since we’ve spoken! 97 years after you abandon your family, and you finally think to give your dear mother a call?” Her French accent is thicker than Finn’s, but unlike Finn whose voice was as sweet as honey, her voice was shrill, and struck fear in his heart.

“I…apologize for losing touch.” Finn says softly.

“No matter…we actually all forgot you even existed for quite some time! Honestly, we’d love to get back to that…so let’s get this call over with, yes? What is it you wanted to ask me? It’d better be important if you’re calling me this late at night for it…”

Finn hugs himself, before taking a deep breath.

“Mother…Mary gave me a call recently and told me about this rumor that’s been going around since I was born. I simply wanted to ask if the rumor was true…and then I’ll get out of your hair, and you can go back to pretending I don’t exist…”

“Well? Out with it, then.” Margaret demands.

“Mother? Did you…have sex with another man while you were with dad? And follow up…is that man my biological father?” Finn asks.

It’s quiet for a moment…then Margaret laughs.

“God, it took her calling you for you to finally figure that one out, huh? You really are stupid. Please…anyone with two eyes could tell William is not your father! Why do you think he was so dismissive of you? Well, other than the fact that you’ve always been the biggest failure in our family.” Margaret laughs, her voice is careless and cruel.

Finn isn’t even focussed on the insult. His heart stops completely, and he feels like he’s in a dark void. It was true!? This entire time, he was a product of an affair, and no one told him until NOW!? And why now!? Why after all these years is anyone from his family finally telling him this!? Was it simply because they saw that he was getting married, and they wanted to ruin this happy occasion by pushing him down? He couldn’t put that past any of his relatives…

“Now. Was that all? Or did you have more stupid questions?” Margaret asks.

“Uh! Yes…uh…is there any way you can tell me his name? Y’know, the…affair partner. I’d like to see if I can contact him in any way. If you can give me his name, that’d be nice…and we’ll never have to talk again.” Finn says softly.

“Now just a minute, son. If you honestly think I’m going to give you information like that so easily over the phone, you’re quite mistaken.” Margaret huffs. “It’s quite a long story, and I think you should know the full thing. Here’s the deal…you come back to the mansion in Mississippi. We’ll have dinner, catch up a little bit. Then, I’ll tell you everything you want to know…”

“Mother, I don’t want the story. I just want the man’s name…please.”

“Then I’m afraid I cannot help you…you either come here, or you’ll live the rest of your life never knowing who your real father is. Whatever you decide, I won’t lose sleep over it. But I know you will, unless you do as I say. Honestly, if you’re so afraid of facing me in person, then maybe you don’t deserve to know the truth. It’s your decision…but I’m not going to give you his name over the phone. Simple as that.”

Finn is trembling. His choices were to either live the rest of his life knowing that his real father is out there and he doesn’t know who or where he is…or face the woman who put him through so much Hell, that he couldn’t even breathe when he thought of her.

Butterscotch joins Finn outside, having woken up and noticed his absence in bed. When he sees Finn on his phone once again while shaking, he immediately knows that he is talking to his mother. The demon makes his presence known by placing a gentle and warm hand on Finn’s shoulder. Finn looks up at Butterscotch…before speaking again.

“Mother? Is it alright if I talk about this with my fiance? It’ll only take a moment…”

“Very well.” Margaret sighs.

Finn mutes the mic on the phone before lowering it, looking at Butterscotch with fear in his eyes. “Elliott…”

“Finn, honey, what’s wrong?” Butterscotch asks softly.

“The rumor is true…William is not my father…my real father is out there somewhere. But mother will not tell me his name over the phone…she says that if I want his name, I have to go to Mississippi and talk to her in person.”

Butterscotch blinks for a moment…before taking a deep breath and giving Finn a stern look.

“No.”

“Elliott, it’s either that, or I live the rest of my life never knowing who he is!”

“I can’t let you put yourself in close proximity with the woman who abused you. Put you through hell since birth, called you names, beat you, tried to force you to marry someone you hated. I can’t stand by and let that woman hurt you again!” Butterscotch huffs. “I’m sorry, but I’m putting my hoof down. That heartless wench can either tell you his name over the phone, or die in a blazing hellfire! We can find your real pa without a name if we have to!”

“Elliott…you know that’s not as easy as it sounds.” Finn says softly.

“I’m literally a demon that can track people through scent! I will sniff all over the world if I have to just to find a match! Don’t think I won’t.”

“Elliott.” Finn gives Butterscotch a serious look.

“...You’re right, that’d be stupid and time consuming.” Butterscotch sighs. “But is there really no way to convince her to give you his name over the phone?”

“Once my mother has her mind made up, it’s hard to get her to change it. It’s not comfortable…but going to Mississippi is the only way she’ll tell me anything.” Finn says, defeat in his soft voice.

Butterscotch thinks about it for a second, before sighing softly.

“Okay. We can go to Mississippi.” “...We?” Finn looks up at Butterscotch, his emerald eyes twinkling.

“You didn’t think I was gonna let you deal with that bitch alone, did you? No…we’re getting through this together. I’ll always be by your side, baby…plus, I need to be there to protect you if she tries to put hands on you or something crazy. So I’ll come to Mississippi with you. I’ll buy plane tickets and we’ll be on the quickest flight there. We’ll get answers, and I’ll do whatever I can to make sure you get closure. You’re not doing this alone…”

Finn smiles softly. “Thank you, Elliott…that means a lot…”

The couple embraces. Once separated, Finn sighs before unmuting the phone’s mic and getting back on the phone.

“Alright…I’ll come to Mississippi. But you better keep your promise.” Finn says.

“You have my word! I’ll tell you everything you need to know, Phineas…how soon will you be here?” “As soon as possible…” Finn responds.

“Wonderful! See you then…”

Finn hangs up. Butterscotch places a hand on Finn’s shoulder.

“Now…we should get back to bed. It seems like we’ve got a big day ahead of us…”

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I’m Vi!! Main person behind this blog!! Most, if not, all pronouns are fine with me!! (They/Them preferred)

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A silly blog where a Phineas and Ferb fan can show off their silly drawings!!

Focuses mostly on Sue, Doofenshmirtz’s PERFECT girlfriend!! Also, I might shoehorn in my fan interpretations of the canon characters and my fan oc coughcough

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Fictional World Role Play: "All Good Things Come To An End When Evil Lurks Around The Corner"

A while back Celebi and I began recruiting those who are chosen to lived in Fantasy Forest safe and protected from villains threats (from Kimba the white lion, Leo the lion, Leo Ieiri, Jungle Emperor Leo 2009, another white lion from Black Jack, Young Gin, Hiyan, Giyan, Fuji, Weed, Adult Gin, Reika, Sagwa the chinese siamese cat along with her siblings Dongwa, Sheegwa, Rudolph and Clarice Clarice's father, Mr. and Mrs. Donner, with eight of Santa's reindeer, Poke'mon, My Little Pony, 101 Dalmatians, Okami Amaterasu and her son Chibiterasu, Phineas Fox, The Lion King and The Lion Guard, Helios Pegasus, and The Last Unicorn Amalthea) to others being gifted a second chance in life (from jungle emperor Leo 1997, and Actaeon the deer) I had enough magic left to bring six more to live in Fantasy Forest we went back to the year 1985 (Gongitsune) a mother golden fox with her son still living under a borrow by the hill of the tree we walk towards them until the mother fox saw us and cover her son to protect him mother fox: "WHO ARE YOU?!? What do you want with us?!?" Gon: "Mother who are they?" mother fox: "Don't worry Gon that's a human I'll keep you safe from this threat" seeing that they speak in telepathy I sit on my knees and Celebi did the same gaining their trust me: "Don't be afraid were not here to harm you were here to help you and your son" the mother fox stay on guard being cautious me: "Please accept this peace offering as a token of friendship" I use my magic to summon different cooked meats and slowly brought it to them placing it down and backing away the mother fox sniff and took a bite she loved it and let her son have some too Gon: "Whoa! this is delicious I never taste different meat before" the mother fox looked at us and bow down her head apologizing mother fox: "I'm really sorry I thought you were one of them" me: "It's ok I'm on your side my passion are helping animals and learning what the bad kind of humans done to them cruelly, causing pain, suffering, and being spiteful to those who can't speak it makes me want to help them more from those bastards" Gon: "What's your name miss? mine is Gon and that's my mother" me: "My name is Stacy and this is Celebi the time traveler poke'mon" Celebi: "Bi bi!" mother fox: "You came from the future? what brings you two here?" me: "You see we came to show you both your fates of what's yet to come" I summon an orb and it began to projecting of what's about to happen me: "Here you see the hunters came searching for your gold fur because of it's rarity you save your son kept him hidden only for you to be killed by the hunters you sacrifice yourself keeping your son safe as for your son he's been doing well surviving on his own until he saw a village and learning the human ways began copying them after that he steals an eel in front of the villager name Hyoju because he's trying to survive off the food he found in the village Hyoju wanted to give to his sick old mother his mother subsequently dies Gon realizes his mistake and tries to make it up by secretly giving Hyoju gifts he stole, your son means well he has a kind heart although the villagers now accuse Hyoju of stealing and beat him up afterwards, Gon only gives mushrooms and nuts he collected in the forest Hyoju is grateful for the gifts, although he does not know where they come from until that tragic day Hyoju sees the fox sneaking around, and shoots him to death out of anger about the death of his mother only afterwards does he realize to his horror that the fox he just shot gave him all the mushrooms and nuts" their eyes widen learning that what's going to happen to them mother fox: "How can you help us from this horrible fate?" me: "Celebi will open a portal to your new home Fantasy Forest here everyone lives in peace and life there's bountiful food, water, and shelter and there're two protectors that helps everyone a Jungle Emperor a white lion name Kimba and an Akita name Gin leader of Ohu they'll keep you and your son safe from any threats" Gon wags his tail excitedly of their new home Gon: "Mom I believe her she gave us food and she's kind to us I would love to live in Fantasy Forest!" mother fox: "Alright will go to our new home thank you Stacy you're a human but I see deep down that you care for all animals you had a kind heart to come to the past to give us a new chance in life" me: "You're welcome anything to help mythical creatures giving a second chance" Celebi open the portal for them that leads to Fantasy Forest they were about to enter when Gon stop and looked at us Gon: "Are you coming with us Stacy?" me: "You two go on ahead we still have one more place to stop at will meet you two when were done" mother fox: "What's going to happen once we enter through this portal?" me: "You and your son's counterpart of where they died is already being played out once you enter the portal you'll both get to enjoy your new life being a family again never being apart and never being hunted ever again for this is my gift" mother fox: "Thank you Stacy and thank you Celebi we are both grateful for you saving our lives" Gon: "Oh yes thank you! thank you! now we will never be lonely again!" Celebi: "Bi bi!” as Celebi did flying flips happily me: "You're very welcome now go forth to your second chance of a new life" they both nodded and enter through the portal until it disappeared I collapse but still standing Celebi notice this and use Life Dew to help replenish my energy me: "Thank you Celebi this should be enough to go to the next past give them a token of friendship projecting of their tragic fates and leading them to their new homes" Celebi: "Biii" me: "Well let's go there's four to go" Celebi nodded and I open the portal and we enter inside there we went to the year of 1987 (The Foxes Of Chironup Island) me: "1987 never thought I get to see this that's the year I was born" Celebi: "Bi bi bi" we began our search for the four foxes of Chironup Island we stop at the part were they're reunited with their daughter from there we see them at the river I transform into my white lioness form and slowly walk towards them me: "Hey! excuse me I need to speak to all of you" the family of foxes saw me and were cautious they were about to run but Celebi was right there with them Celebi reassure them that we mean them no harm as one of the foxes began to speak telepathy Chin: "I never seen this creature before if what you're saying is true then and that she's on our side then will give you both a chance" Celebi wave to me letting me know that its alright I ran towards them seeing their kits slowly came towards me sniffing my head and they both nuzzle against me the parents were surprise at this Chibiko: "Mother she doesn't smell like any threat" Kan: "Yeah she seems nice if she wants us for something" Ken: "Ok so tell us what do you want from us?" me: "You're all in terrible danger!" they gasp at this message Chin: "In danger? from who?" me: "Follow me" they all began to follow as we all stay hidden in the tall grass I use my magic to make everyone invisible me: "There" I pointed my paw to show them and they see soldiers landing on shore with their guns and traps Ken: "Humans! what are they doing here?" me: "There here because there's going to be a war on this Island" Kan: "War?" me: "Yes humans against humans the traps they're carrying are for you because when the war breaks out they'll need a lot of furs" Chibiko: "That's awful! Mother I'm scare they want our fur!" Chin: "Don't worry Chibiko father and I will not let anything happen to you and Kan" the parents were about to get ready to attack but I crawl in front of them stopping them me: "Wait! there is another way please you have to follow us" they look at each other and were deep in thought then they agree and let us help them Ken: "Alright will follow you lead us" Chin: "Yes lead us to safety" me: "Ok this way Celebi use your magic to cover our tracks" Celebi saluted and began using magic to cover our tracks we stay in the forest and kept running until there's a borrow that leads underground from the tree we stay there and I use my magic to put a barricade spell so the soldiers won't find us me: "That should hold for a while" Chin: "Thank you for keeping us all safe" me: "However you're all not out of the woods yet" they reacted Ken: "What do you mean?" me: "We came to warn you all of your fates on what's about to happen" Chin: "What's going to happen to us?" I began to use my magic and projecting of the events that are about to happen me: "Here the soldiers began their hunt placing the traps under the grass the first victim is your son trying to hunt a frog at the river only to be shot by them they were picky about it and threw your son's body in the river" Kan gasp and nuzzle against mom while they were shock at humans being scums of the earth Ken growl at this while Chin began to tears me: "Then you're all being pursued you were all able to outrun the soldiers for a bit only for your daughter to accidently running the wrong way getting her leg in a trap you both try everything to get her out of the trap biting the chain digging up the trap but to no avail the soldiers were getting close so your father use himself as bait to distract them while your mother stay close to her your father ran as fast as he can until he's on the edge of the cliff that leads to the ocean your father fought bravely sadly he got gunned down as he fall into the ocean dead" the kits were sadden at what would have happen witnessing this while Ken shock at his fate Chibiko: "So what happen to me and mother?" me: "After the soldiers left your mother try everything to get you out of the trap but nothing didn't budge she went hunting to get you food but it's scarce and with winter on the way heartbroken of the loss of her mate and son she did everything she can to get you out of the trap she loved you very much and then it starts snowing as she stayed with you keeping you warm with her body only then sadly the daughter died from starvation, hypothermia, and the infection in the leg from the trap grief from the loss of her family she passed on in her sleep staying with her daughter until you're both buried in snow year later when spring comes your remains were nothing but white flowers that spread through the field of the forest" they all were sadden at their fate I summon a tissue and wipe their tears off of them Ken: "So you're from the future a messenger to warn us on what would happen if we take down this path" Kan: "And you came to save us?" me: "Yes were here to give you and your family of Chironup Island a second chance in life you'll all be together never apart and alone again" Chibiko: "Mother! Father! did you hear that? they come to rescue all of us from being hunted!" Chin: "Yes this is wonderful news I'll know that you're all safe" Ken: "Where will you take us?" me: "To Fantasy Forest it's a safe haven a sanctuary were everyone coexist in peace protected from any threats there's bountiful food water and shelter for everyone and there's life" they all smile at this news until I heard a stomach growl Kan: "Sorry" they all laugh and I use my magic to bring cook meats from around the world and gave it to them they all enjoy their meals and we all began to introduce ourselves Chin: "We should all introduce ourselves I'm Chin and this is my mate Ken and our kits Kan and Chibiko" me: "I'm Stacy and this is Celebi please to meet all of you" they all nodded likewise Chibiko: "So what's going to happen once we leave our home?" me: "Your counterparts of were they died is already being played in motion in the meantime will open the portal to your new home and a second chance in life" me: "Well I think it's time we get going" Chin: "Honey do you think will be ok after this?" Ken: "If Stacy and Celebi came all this way to warn us on our fates and save all of us from death I believe we should put our faiths in her" she nuzzle against her mate Chin: "You're right knowing that will be safe in our new home" Ken smile and they all nodded Celebi nodded and we began to open the portal they all got up and went right inside the portal as it open to the other side they all marvel at Fantasy Forest me: "Welcome to your new home" Chibiko and Kan: "Wow!" the families nuzzle all over me giving me their thanks Chin: "Bless you Stacy bless you for saving us" Ken: "We couldn't thank you both enough for what you did for us if there's anything you need we be honor to help you" me: "It's the least we can do" I use my magic to give Celebi red berries as a thank you gift me: "Thank you Celebi for all your help please accept these as payment" Celebi smile and took an armful eating one in enjoyment of the taste Celebi: "BI BI BI BI!!!!!" and began to fly away me: "See you later Celebi!" Celebi: "BI BI!!" and flew off into the forest me: "As a welcome to your new home here's a gift for you Kan" Kan: "Oh?" I embrace Kan's neck and began to use my magic with little I had left as it took form of a sapphire color collar with a gold bell he ran around hearing the bell he jump with excitement Kan: "Wow thank you! thank you! I love it look Chibiko now we match heh heh!" Chibiko: "Yeah!" they ran around each other while the parents smile seeing their kits happy in their new home me: "Come there's someone I would like you to meet" Ken: "Sure Stacy" Chin: "Kan! Chibiko! Stacy wants to introduce us to someone hurry up and don't wander too far" Kan and Chibiko: "Ok mother!" they catch up with their parents as I lead them further down in the part of Fantasy Forest they see all the poke'mon, my little pony, and other mythical creatures that they never seen before until by the Mystic Elm tree there the two golden foxes see us Gon: "Mom look!" she saw them and got up while Gon follows behind me: "It's ok there friends" mother fox: "Wait that voice Stacy is that you?" the Chironup Island foxes tilt their heads confused me: "Yes it's me" Gon: "What happen where's your human form?" Chin: "Wait your a human?" me: "It's a long story I'll tell you everything while I take everyone to the lake" they all agree and we continue our walk after telling everyone of my gift Ken: "So your master gave you this gift to take form in human and animal" me: "Yes I only took my animal form to make you all feel comfortable so I can gain your trust" Chin: "I see your gift does wonders and were ok if your also human I don't see any threats you would do to any of us" me: "Thank you everyone I assure my passion will always be helping animals and all that is nature" as we continue our walk the kits introduce theirselves Gon: "Hi I'm Gon" Kan: "Hey there I'm Kan and this is my sister Chibiko" Chibiko: "Nice to meet you Gon" Gon: "This is great will be best friends playing games and do all kind of fun stuff in our new homes" they all smile and nudge sides at each other the golden mother fox smile seeing Gon making new friends mother fox: "This place is perfect Gon now made new friends this is a happy ending" Chin: "A happy ending for everyone" Ken: "Seeing our kits playing makes me so happy I'm glad Stacy helped us in our dire needs" they all nodded smile and laugh as they talk and were finally at the lake me: "Alright everyone were here!" they all awed seeing different types of water poke'mon and sea ponies interacting and playing as I lead them by the lake they can see my Sakura Akamatsu human form from the reflection of the lake they were all astounding at my human form Chibiko: "Wow she's pretty isn't she mother" Chin: "Indeed a human with a kind heart and passion for all animals" there by the lake were Kimba and Young Form Gin as they watch us come towards them me: "Everyone there the protectors of Fantasy Forest Jungle Emperor Kimba and Leader of Ohu Gin" me: "Kimba Gin they are the golden foxes of Gongitsune and the family of four foxes from  Chironup Island" Kimba (1989): "Welcome to Fantasy Forest" Gin: "We are very honor to give everyone here a second chance in life" all the foxes bow down to them in respect Ken: "It's an honor to meet the King Of The Jungle and the Leader of Ohu to give us a place to live" Gin: "Indeed here there are no killing there's food for everyone so there's no need to hunt everyone here are our friends and families we may be different in species but we are one when it comes to helping to one another" Gon: "Oh that's cool" Kimba (1989): "If you have any questions feel free to ask" Chin: "What about fighting?" Gin: "Fighting is ok its to help with their exercise training sparing in respect helping others to evolve and get stronger to help increase their magic for defense and healing and protecting everyone else from villains threats" Ken: "There are villains here?" Kimba (1989): "Thankfully no the japanese windchimes are there to protect all that is nature of any lands they keep everyone here safe no villains hasn't come here since they've been too busy targeting humans in the cities" Gin: "So you're all safe here" they all sigh in relief as I lay down on my stomach they all notice and were concern Gon: "Stacy! are you alright?" me: "Don't worry everyone I'm just tired use up all my energy recruiting everybody to come to Fantasy Forest with Celebi's help I'm taking my catnap in the meantime Kimba and Gin can show you around help you learn and see if you need anything" Chibiko: "Ok will let you rest and thank you again for saving us" mother fox: "All of us thank you Stacy" they all gave me a group hug while the kits headbutt and nuzzle me me: "You're (yawn) welcome" and I doze off exhausted from saving those who are chosen Kimba (1989): "Will let her rest come there's a lot of land to see and sites to show you all around" and with that they all left to get adjusted to their new home

present day: I'm in the backyard paying my respect and prayers to three spots of the pet cemetery when a portal open and three kits came through it they saw me and walk sitting on each side of me while wagging their tails curiously Kan: "Hey Stacy what are you doing?" me: "Sending prayers to my babies letting them know that I still miss everyone" Gon: "Can we join you?" me: "That's very thoughtful of all of you yes you can pay their respect" the first pet cemetery is in the far left corner where there's a chain fence and a large circle of dirt were some of them were buried as Gon learn to put two paws together to pray like a person Kan and Chibiko try to do the same but fumble I notice and use my magic to help them do that temporary as now Kan and Chibiko can send their prayers with their paws together the second pet cemetery is by an old rotting shed they were buried in the front as we continue sending our prayers Chibiko: "Wow this shed sure is falling apart" me: "In time it will be tear down things had to change around here" and the last one is on the side from the shed there a tombstone engrave Yoshi on it along with my lionhead rabbit Kiara keeping her company in their graves after finishing up I ask me: "So what brings you here?" Kan: "You promise that you'll take us site seeing of the 9th generation poke'mon that finally showed up after you told us stories that you spotted a few of them" me: "I did now with that month here they finally came out and are roaming about your all ready for this as promise?" they all jumped around and cheer in excitement Gon Chibiko Kan: "YAY! WERE GOING! WERE GOING!" I followed them to the open portal as we went through I ask in concern me: "How did you kits open the portal to my home?" Kan: "We ask Thistle to open a portal for us so we can see you and for the promise" me: "Ah that's explain it" and so we all began site seeing the 9th generation Poke'mon from Paldea we all saw 106 new Poke'mon from paldean forms of Tauros and Wooper to new evolved forms of Dunsparce, Primeape, Bisharp, and Girafarig we all watch past paradox forms and future paradox forms roaming different areas of their surroundings the kits aww and whoah at their sizes and forms there in the South Province Area there were two legenday pokemon battling each other Koraidon and Miraidon Chibiko: "Wow look at that!" Gon: "Yeah look at how they counter attack each other!" they fought for a while until both their stomach growl they both tilt their heads at their stomach me: "This is a golden opportunity to make new friends with them" I use my magic to summon bento boxes of berries and Poke'mon treats as there each wrap in a picnic like cloth I gave them each of the kits to carry them as we all walk slowly towards them Koraidon and Miraidon notice us and stay on guard me: "Don't be scare we couldn't help but heard you're both hungry so please accept this as a token of friendship" we drop them in front of Koraidon and Miraidon and I open the picnic cloth bento boxes of berries and Poke'mon treats and we all backed away slowly to make them feel comfortable they both kneel down sniff the four bento boxes and dug right in they eyes went starry at the taste and gobble it all down when there done they came up to us sniff us and they gave us kisses and nuzzle as we gain their trust Kan: "(laughing) hey that tickles!" Gon: "(giggling)" after they gave us their nuzzle and kisses Koraidon was nudging my shoulder to get his attention me: "Huh? what is it Koraidon?" he went to a tree break off a branch and starts drawing with its mouth in a squiggly line Chibiko: "What is it?" I took a closer look at the detail me: "It looks like a sandwich oh! you love sandwiches" Koraidon nodded excited at that response me: "Ok I'll fix that up" I use my magic and summon a classy sandwich and gave it to Koraidon he gently ate it from my hand and thank me me: "Now I know that your favorite food is sandwiches" Koraidon made happy noises   I bow down to Koraidon and Miraidon as the kits did the same me: "Oh noble legendary Koraidon and Miraidon I'm here to give you a gift a place call Fantasy Forest here you'll all be safe from poachers and any evil threats that comes to harm you please spread this message to every Poke'mon of Paldea of a sanctuary and a safe haven were life flourish for everyone" Koraidon and Miraidon nodded and they agree that they'll spread the message to every Poke'mon of Paldea of a wonderful sanctuary as were now friends and they ran off to begin their mission I open the portal that leads to Fantasy Forest and we all went inside Gon: "Whoa that was awesome! did you see the future paradox forms? they were so cool!" Kan: "Yeah and the way they battle so awesome!" Chibiko: "The past paradox forms were amazing there like ancestors to certain Poke'mon" as we walk throughout Fantasy Forest talking and laughing at what we encounter and witness I pick up the three kits held them close and began running they cheer telling me to go faster and then I jump to the highest tree leaping from branch to branch Gon: "WHOOOOO this is fun!" Chibiko: "Higher Stacy Higher!" as I jump landing on the last sturdy branch I place the kits down as we watch the scenery Kan: "Hey Stacy do that signature that Mordecai and Rigby do" Chibiko: "Yeah do it Stacy!" they all cheer excitedly of wanting me to do that me: "Alright alright here goes" I lift my hand in the air and made it the loudest me: "Ooohh!" then the kits joined in lifting their paws to do just like Mordecai and Rigby Chibiko Kan Gon: "Ooohh!" and we all did it together me Chibiko Kan Gon: "Ooohh!" we all laugh until we heard someone from the distance Bert Raccoon: "YYYYYAAAAAHHHHHOOO!!!!" we look and there's Bert Raccoon tarzan swinging from vine to vine me: "Hey it's Bert! hi Bert!" Bert Raccoon: "Hey Stacy watch this I'm going to do a somersault!" he grab another vine and did a somersault landed perfectly on the sturdy branch the kits cheer wagging their tails me: "Huzzah amazing landing Bert! Bert Raccoon: "Yeah if it wasn't for the friendship medallion you gave me I wouldn't been able to make the impossible possible" me: "So how are you doing Bert?" Bert Raccoon: "I'm doing good I was about to head to the city to do some shopping you want to come?" the three kits wagging their tails excitedly ask me Chibiko: "Oh can we come too Stacy please?" Gon: "Please Stacy we promise we won't wander off" Kan: "Pretty please?" they all gave me starry eyes I couldn't say no but their protection is the utmost importance me: "Alright you can all come" Gon Kan Chibiko: "Yay!!!" me: "Lend me your paws" they all place their paws on my hand as I began to use my magic as their paws began glowing in rainbows me: "In the name of all that is nature within thee protect them" me: "There with this magic you'll be protected from any evil threats as long as you stay with me and Bert you all promise not to wander off" they all gave me a hug and vow Gon: "We promise Stacy we will not wander off" Kan: "Thank you for letting us go with you" I smile and we all went to the city Bert took us to the café the kits marvel at the goodies and I took out my wallet to paid but Bert place his hand on my shoulder Bert: "Let me do this you've done so much for your friends and everyone you cared for I insist" me: "Alright but the next stop we pay together" Bert Raccoon: "Agree" we shook hands after paying for the next goodies the kits smile enjoying the new tastes from different variety Chibiko: "Mmmm this is good!" Kan: "I still taste the creamy center in this cake!" Gon: "Oh wow look at the size of this chocolate cover strawberry!" as they each share their goodies to each other Bert pull out his phone and began to took pictures of us laughing posing in each store we went enjoying the treats of each store Gon: "Thank you for letting us bring these treats home for our parents I'm sure they'll love this" me: "Your welcome but you should also thank Bert he also help paying for your treats since we did this together" Chibiko Gon Kan: "Thank you Bert" Bert Raccoon: "(chuckle) Your welcome it's fun to do this with your friends" as Bert carry the treats in a backpack that I summon for him to place them in we all continue to laugh and talk until I stopped in my tracks feeling something Kan notice and call everyone Kan: "Hey Stacy stopped" they all looked in concern Bert Raccoon: "Stacy you okay?" Chibiko: "Why did you stop?" I turn my head and a drop of sweat went down from the side of my head my eyes went wide when I see the familiar red limousine as I began to make haste catching up to them me: "Bert pick up Kan I'll pick up Gon and Chibiko" Bert Raccoon: "What is it?" me: "Someone's here" as we began to pick up the kits and began to walk I let them know me: "Don't look back and don’t pay attention that's how they ensnare you! you must keep walking in order to avoid them and to not make contact" the limousine was still in pursuit catching up me: "RUN!" we all made a run for it going from street after street until we bolted to the corner I spotted a clothing store knowing that will be safe in there me: "Over there!" we all ran inside that store and breathe heavy as we place the kits down me: "We should be safe here will wait until the cost is clear" Gon: "What happen back there?" me: "When I saw the red limousine with the hearts on it that's how I know that it's Valentino's limousine" they all gasp hearing this Bert Raccoon: "How did he get into this world?" as we walk throughout the store me: "He must've found a way to make access to other dimensions like a book or a scroll of spells for all I know he found something to get here" Kan: "Will be safe here right Stacy?" me: "Yeah will played it out for now let's have a fashion spree!" the kits smile and we all began to put on different clothes as Bert took pictures making more memories the kits wearing hats and different shirts while Chibiko has different jewelries on her and me and Bert trying out different outfits as time went by I looked out the door and there's no limousine me: "Ok it's all clear" we went outside as I open the portal to Bert's home of Evergreen Forest and went inside coming out from the other side of the portal Bert Raccoon: "I'll take the kits back to Fantasy Forest your ok making your way home?" me: "Yeah I got it from here thanks for the fun time Bert I'm glad we all had laughs and making memories" as Bert gave me a hug I return the hug back and then the kits they all jump on me nuzzling me giving me their hugs Gon: "Thanks again for this adventure can't wait to tell mom on what we did today!" Kan: "And mother and father are going to love the foods you both bought for them!" we all wave goodbye as I watch them enter to another forest until there gone I open the portal back to the city and it's the evening the sun setting as I'm walking on the sidewalk until the red limousine follow right next to me I stopped as the red limousine halt right next to me the door open and I see the heart-shape sunglasses with that sinister grin Valentino: "Hey there Baby Cakes it's been a while why don't you come inside give Valentino some company?" he chuckle evilly waving his finger as a come here sign I nodded and went inside the limousine I'm sitting right next to him me: "Hi Valentino how did you found a way to get access to here?" Valentino: "I found a way" he laugh best not to keep pushing on the same question Valentino: "Mind if I smoke?" me: "Sure that's fine" he pull out his cigarette light it up and began smoking as he blew the smoke on me I felt the hand of red smoke caressing me as I struggle smelling a little of it and breathe very slowly without consuming it he lean up against me and ask in my ear Valentino: "I saw you walking with someone why did you run away?" I look into his eyes behind those heart-shape sunglasses and told him me: "I can't tell you I had my reasons" keeping my friend and the kits safe is all I care about as Valentino place his cigarette on the ashtray out of nowhere he grab my throat pinning me down on the seat while his lower arms hold me down as his tone went demonic while growling at me   Valentino: "I WILL NOT TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER TELL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" as I'm gagging I was able to move my hand and place it on his arm and told him again me: "I (gag) will not (gag) tell you on that (gag) subject (gag) punish me all you want (gag) no matter how much you hurt me!" he kept choking me until he saw my eyeballs rolling back knowing that he will not get an answer from me he let go of his grip on my throat as I'm coughing while he went back to his smoking looking through his phone as I move further away feeling the bruises on my throat from him the silence went on for a while as Valentino looked at my form and saw the hand marks on my throat he put his phone down and place the cigarette back in the ashtray again and crawl towards me Valentino: "Aw looks like I left my hand prints on you" he touch my neck as I flinch scare of it he grin enjoying my reaction he went to his ice chest and pull out an ice cube he place it in his mouth and began moving the ice cube on my throat as the ice melts slowly wetting my shirt he kept on doing this with a few more ice cubes I feel the cold numbing were my throat was strangle and each ice cubes melts his long tongue slither all over my neck making me gasp from his touch a string of salvia drip on my neck from his mouth as he place his hand on my face making me stare at him Valentino: "So you said I can punish you all I want?" I nodded as his grin grew wider Valentino: "Then as punishment you'll be helping me with a porn shoot with Angel do you agree?" me: "Yes Valentino" Valentino: "Good set a course back to Hell to the Porn Studio we got a shooting to film!" a mysterious dark magic open the portal sending us back to Hell meanwhile inside the Porn Studio he was having a word with Angel as I'm waiting outside the door until there were screaming and noises I open the door and see Angel on the ground but no bruises thankfully as Valentino was about to hit Angel raising his fist I ran towards Valentino catching him by surprise and began kissing him my hand slowly touching his pants as he purrs from this me: "Whatever you two were arguing about I said I'll take the punishment" as I grind my body up and down on him hearing him moan and chuckle at what I'm doing me: "I wouldn't mind if your in the shooting too" licking his lips letting his four arms grope my body and I lean my lips against his and spoke in a seductive tone me: "Valentino" as I continue kissing him Angel watch as this continues hearing our moans as a string of salvia left from my mouth as he look at Angel Valentino: "I'll let this slide Angel only because this cute lovely plaything is keeping me calm without me putting bruises on ya" Angel Dust: "Yes Val" Valentino: "Good now then let's start filming!" as the shooting starts me and Angel both naked began sucking on Valentino's cock as he moans from our tongues as he came we both share his cum in our mouths licking and moaning as I went back to his balls while Angel and Valentino were kissing each other then they started kissing me as Angel saw the bruises on my neck from Valentino and began licking it I gasp saying his name while Valentino went to my cunt and began sticking his tongue inside changing positions giving each other pleasures then I'm on top of Angel while Valentino fucks my ass we kept going after each cum until the final scene as Angel grab my throat pinning me to the ground while fucking me seeing his twisted face while he cackles Angel Dust: "Say ahh" me: "Ahh" and he kept saying that word while his tongue sticking out Angel Dust: "Say ahh" me: "AAHH ahhhh!" Angel Dust: "Say ahhh!" as he came inside me my eyes rolling back again as I cum in climax me: "AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" as the shooting ends he let go of my throat as I'm choking and coughing gasping to breathe I got up trying to get to a couch but started to feel dizzy and fall only to be caught by Valentino’s four arms as I'm unconscious breathing slowly as he handed my body to Angel Valentino: "That will be all for today you can take the night off Angel and she'll pay you when she wakes up" Angel Dust: "Thank you Val" as Valentino move my hair looking at my unconscious form and place a kiss on my lips Valentino: "Thank you for accepting your punishment Stacy" as he laugh while leaving the room Angel got dress and place a towel over me taking me back to the Hazbin Hotel in his suite placing me on the bed while he showers I rested for a bit until I woke up seeing the bruises on my neck I sigh and looked only for Alastor to be there with his wide smile me: "AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Angel heard this and open the door seeing Alastor right next to me Angel Dust: "THE FUCK ALASTOR?!?! scaring the living shits out of her!!" Alastor: "I'm sorry my effeminate fellow I couldn't help but notice the hand marks on her lovely neck" as he place his hand on my neck feeling the pulse I gasp Alastor: "Are you alright mon amour?" he leans against me I blush while answer me: "Yy Yeah I'm fine it'll take a while for my throat to heal" Alastor: "Splendid! now Angel would you mind if she use your shower?" Angel Dust: "Sure the water is still warm have at it Stacy" me: "Hey Master Angel?" Angel Dust: "Yeah?" I summon 7 briefcases of money and place them on his nightstand me: "Here as payment" he came up to the other side of the bed and pat my head while I blush from his touch Angel Dust: "Thanks toots" and kiss my cheek enjoying this hearing my reaction Angel Dust: "I'm heading down to the bar you two be good" me: "Uh mmmm (yeah)" while Alastor nodded as Angel left the room leaving me with Alastor I notice I'm naked so I told Alastor me: "Hey um I'm naked just letting you know but I'll wrap myself in a towel so you feel comfortable" Alastor: "How very polite" as I walk towards Angel's bathroom took the towel off and my socks off I went inside the shower the hot water hitting my hair until I heard the door open and Alastor came in taking his clothes off and went inside the shower startling me me: "AH Master Alastor! I thought you don't do this kind of thing!" but felt his hands moving all over my body slowly making me gasp moan Alastor: "I couldn't stand it seeing you all alone it makes my hunger crave you more" as he began speaking in french ensnaring my heart in a trap while he embrace me in a sinister passionate kiss moaning from him touching me and whisper sweet nothingness into my ear Alastor: "I will never let you go ma chérie" he cackle twistedly as we stay in an embrace under the warm shower

Could you possibly make a fluff fic for loki? Just a soft maybe trauma healing story that ends with a kiss or comfort snuggles, you choose :)

A/N: Hope this is what you were looking for!

Warnings: Mentions of torture (but not what happened), insecure reader

Nightmare The same nightmare, again. Your eyes snapped open, but you didn’t see a thing. The room was pitch dark and your eyes were still adjusting. You sat up straight with your back against the bedpost. Trying to catch your breath again, your throat felt soar and you figured you might have been screaming. You brushed the tears from your cheeks. Once you were a bit calmer you looked around the room again. You yelled again when you saw a figure standing in the doorway.

‘Shh.. sorry, sorry. It’s only me. Loki’ he said, taking one step further from the door. Not wanting to startle you any further.

For a moment the both of you didn’t say anything.

‘May I come in?’ he asked softly.

‘Yeah’ you answered hoarsely.

Loki opened the door further and walked inside, closing the door behind him. He took a few steps towards your bed, but still kept his distance.

‘What are you doing here?’ you asked him.

‘I- I was on my way to my room, when I heard you scream. I knocked a few times, but you didn’t answer. So, I opened the door. Sorry if I passed some boundaries. I only wanted to know, are you okay?’

You only listened to half he was saying. Your thoughts were still occupied by your nightmare and before you knew it you were sobbing all over again. You didn’t even hear Loki walking towards you. You only realized that he sat down on the bed when you felt his hand on your thigh. You quickly retracted your legs, pushing them towards your chest. Your head hung on your knees and you were repeating ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry..’ over and over again.

‘(Y/N)’ Loki said. But you didn’t react. You kept crying and apologizing between the sobs. Loki shuffled a bit closer towards you and put one hand on the side of your face. He wiped away the tears and looked you straight in your eyes. ‘Darling, you’re all right. It’s going to be okay’ he gave you a small smile.

Something in you just switched. Instead of getting away from his touch, you reached for him. Loki immediately sat beside you and put his arms around you. He pulled you closer and held a strong grip, while you silently sobbed in his chest. He didn’t say anything, he caressed your back, and held you close against his chest. You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, could be minutes, could be an hour. But Loki only loosened his grip once he felt you stopped crying and started to pull away slightly. He, however, didn’t let go, still keeping you fairly close. You settled with your head on his shoulder, his two arms around you and you put a hand across his stomach. Feeling his peaceful breathing was relaxing.

‘You want to talk about it?’ Loki asked after a while.

You nodded your head.

‘(Y/N), I think you should’ he said sternly.

‘It’s just a nightmare’ you answered reluctantly.

‘It didn’t sound like just a nightmare’

‘It’s.. just.. I –‘ you started to stammer.

‘Take your time’ Loki whispered to you.

You inhaled deeply and felt Loki’s hands rub against your upper arm. Taking another deep breath you were thinking about telling him, if you should be telling him. After all, nobody knew.

‘It’s my powers’ you started. You were grateful that Loki didn’t start to interrogate you immediately, but waited patiently for you to continue. You tensed up and felt Loki pull you closer against him, if that was even possible. You snuggled closer, put your head on his chest and intertwined his legs with him. It was like you were hanging onto him for your life, but he didn’t seem to mind. ‘I wasn’t.. born with them’ you finally said.

‘Before I was with the Avengers, I was in the hands of this terrorist group. I was made, trained to..’ you trailed off. You closed your eyes, waiting anxiously for a reaction from Loki.

‘And these nightmares are about the training you went through’ Loki asked. You nodded in agreement. It wasn’t training, it was literally torture. ‘How long have you had them?’

‘Since I can remember. But not always. It’s ehm.. comes and goes, I don’t know how to really explain it’ you said.

‘You don’t have to. I understand’ Loki said. ‘Do you want to tell me more about it?’ he asked.

You shook your head ‘I- I don’t want to relive it’

‘It’s okay. You don’t have to, but if you ever want to talk about, know that I’m here’ he shushed you when he felt you started to shiver slightly. ‘Can I do anything for you? Are you thirsty?’ he asked.

‘Would you get me a glass of water?’ you asked. A bit reluctantly, you didn’t want Loki to let go of you. But he did and walked towards your bathroom. How he even got a glass in between, you didn’t know. But he came back with a glass of water and handed it to you. Meanwhile you sat down on the side of the bed, with your feet on the ground. Loki sat down next to you and watched as you finished to glass in one go.

‘Why haven’t you told anyone?’ Loki asked.

‘I don’t want them to think that I’m weak’ you said while looking at the ground.

Loki chuckled ‘the way you beat up those three guys last mission, no one here would even think for a second that you are weak. You’re strong, almost as strong as us gods’ he smirked at you, making you laugh slightly.

‘You won’t tell them? Would you?’ you asked, you weren’t ready for everyone to know yet.

‘Of course not’ Loki smiled. ‘I think you should tell them eventually, but only when you are ready to do so’

‘Thanks, Loki’ you said.

‘I do have one condition, tough’ Loki said. You looked questioningly at him. ‘If you have another nightmare, you come find me, text me or call me. I don’t care if it is in the middle of the night or in the middle of the day. Please, let me know. I want to help you through it’ he said.

You teared up again, but now for a whole different reason. ‘You really wouldn’t mind?’ you asked.

‘I only mind if you didn’t. You shouldn’t go through this alone’ he said.

‘Thanks, I’m actually a little relieved that someone knows now’ you said.

‘Do you know what triggers your nightmares?’ he asked.

‘Well, no. Sometimes it random. But right now, almost the whole team is away and I guess I felt alone’

‘I was here’ Loki said, he looked a bit hurt by your comment.

‘I know, but you were reading in the library tonight and I didn’t want to disturb you. The last person who did that ended up with green hair for a week’ you smiled thinking about Tony with neon green, on his way to pick up Pepper for some big date.

Loki laughed ‘One, Tony completely deserved that for being an ass. And two, you could never disturb me. I enjoy your company far too much, and I think pink would suit you better’ he winked at you. You blushed at his words and laughed nervously. You always kept your crush on Loki a secret, but right now it was getting harder not to show how much you like him.

‘Now, you should get some sleep. The team won’t be back for the rest of the week, so tomorrow we’re going to do something fun and you will need your energy’ he said.

‘Something fun?’ you asked curiously.

Loki laughed. ‘Yes, but I’m not going to tell you what’

‘Why not?’ you pouted.

‘I have my reasons’ Loki said, keeping your mind occupied with good times and him was one of them. He stood up, so you could get in your own bed.

‘Loki?’ you asked, not wanting him to leave.

‘Yes?’ he said.

‘Would you, maybe, stay with me? Until I’m asleep’ you whispered. You were afraid he would say no, but to your surprise he flicked his hands and was in his pyjamas. He grabbed the blanket and laid down in your bed next to you. His arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled your back close to his chest. His chin was resting on top of your head.

‘Is this okay?’ he asked.

You snuggled closer against him. ‘Yes, thank you’

‘Don’t thank me, yet. I will not let go of you until the team is back, actually not even after that’ he mused. He kissed the top of your head. ‘Sleep well, my darling. And I promise I won’t let anything happen to you’

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i had to ask- how would the aot boys react to reader sitting in the backseat when picking then up?

Thank you for asking because I’ve been dying to talk about it for a hot fucking minute 😌

Tells you get your ass in the passenger seat: Eren, Sasha, Mikasa, Annie, Hange, Porco

Thinks it’s a little strange but you can stay there if you really want or wanna take a nap but encourages you to sit in the front most other times: Jean, Connie, Armin

Lets you sit in the back and doesn’t mind: Reiner, Berty, Erwin

Doesn’t care/isn’t driving anyway: Levi, Pieck

Eren loves driving, and is willing to drive you around, but the backseat is not an option. Hes very adamant on being your sexy driver boyfriend, not your sexy chauffeur. You get in the backseat and Eren turns around, looks you up and down, squints and frowns, “Are you trying to get fucked back there right now? No? That’s what I thought—come over here.”

Sasha and Hange laugh because they think you must be playing a prank on them and then are like, “What are you doing—don’t be weird,” and pats the passenger seat, “Come sit.”

Mikasa doesn’t even give you the chance to get back there; you guys are walking to the car, and you reach for the back door handle, but she closes it as fast as you open it. She says nothing, but points firmly towards the passenger door before rounding the back of the car to get to the driver’s seat.

Annie and Porco lock every door but the passenger door so you have to sit there. Squints when you knock on the window and to get them to open the back door, and they give you a glare tells you everything you need to know, “This is not an Uber. Sit in the front.” If you somehow get past Porco into the backseat, he will turn the whole car off and wait for you sit in the front, he’s petty like that.

Jean gives you his signature “Huh?” when you get in the back, and he turns to ask you if you’re coming around the front. If youre just messing with him, he’s not above pulling you to the front seat if he has to; but if you’re really tired he’ll let you relax back there (on occasion; he would still prefer for you to be beside him).

Connie babies and shames you into sitting in the front LMFAO he’s like “Aw, do you wanna stop and get a car seat, too, babe?? You want a bib? I think I might have some diape—OUCH! ALRIGHT WELL SIT IN THE FRONT AND I’LL SHUTUP!”

Armin is also kind enough to let you rest if you really need it but if you’re being cheeky he’ll tell you sit in the front. Argue with him and I feel like he has a Phineas moment and is like “JUST SIT IN THE FRONT I CAN’T DRIVE WITH YOU BACK THERE!” Then promptly apologizes for yelling, but makes you sit next to him nonetheless. He’s someone who really likes having a kind of navigator person in the passenger seat next to him, so he needs you there.

Erwin, Reiner, and Berty are happy to have you sit there; they really don’t mind. If you do it out of the blue, Bertholdt might be a little confused and/or worried, but he doesn’t question it unless it becomes a continuous thing. Erwin doesn’t even notice, and Reiner figures if that’s what makes you comfortable, then so be it.

Levi honestly prefers it if you drive, so more often than not, he’s in the passenger seat. He can drive himself or you around if you want, it’s not big deal, but he’s happy to let you take the wheel. He’d never sit in the back tho, even if he’s tired (but even then, he usually stays awake, because he doesn’t like to leave you as the only person awake in the car).

Similarly, Pieck prefers it if you drive, but she will fall asleep in the passenger seat; she’s just a sleepy girl like that. And if she is driving, it’s best you sit there anyway just to make sure she’s going the right way and doesn’t get too tired if you guys are going really far.

Forbidden Love Part 1–Phillip Carlyle

Wattpad Request by psych0bxtch

Part 2

Falling in love was never part of my life plan. Neither was being a performer in a circus but you can't turn your own father down.

A year after my father started the circus, I was still performing on the trapeze. I was fixing my wraps, so I wasn't paying attention. I gasped when I walked through the curtain and bumped into someone. I looked up, my breath getting caught in my throat when I made eye contact with the man I ran into.

"Sorry," he stuttered.

"It's okay," I said, my breath under my throat.

"There you are."

I jumped, my cheeks burning when I finally noticed my father was a few steps behind the guy.

"Phillip, this is my daughter, Y/N." I bit my lip when my father stood next to me, wrapped his arm around my waist, and kissed my temple.

"Y/N, this is Phillip Carlyle. He's going to invest in the circus," my father continued with his arm still wrapped around me.

"Might invest," Phillip corrected, slightly clearing his throat.

"Well," my dad said, finally letting me go. "Why don't I show you the rest of the place?"

Phillip nodded, glancing over at me before following my father further backstage. I cleared my throat, running my fingers through my hair.

"Is it really him?" I heard Anne Wheeler asked.

"I swear," Lettie giggled. "It's the Phillip Carlyle."

"No, it's not," W.D. scoffed.

"It is actually," I said, clearing my throat. They looked at me, waiting for further explanation. I sighed before continuing, "I sorta ran into Phillip while my father was giving him a tour."

"So he's really going to invest in the circus?" Anne asked.

"Not sure," I shrugged. "He said he might but. . . They were drinking."

"Oh boy," Lettie chuckled.

"What?" W.D. asked. "What's the big deal with them drinking?"

"My father gets overeager when he drinks," I explained. "And way too dreamy. He always thinks up all these crazy ideas when he drinks. What's really sad is that when he's finally sober, he still thinks those crazy ideas are smart."

                                * * * * *

After the show, I grabbed my things and started to leave the circus. I bit my lip and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear when I saw Phillip putting on his scarf. I was about to leave but he saw me.

"Hey," he smiled, making my heart skip a beat.

"Oh hi," I said, clearing my throat. "So, what do you think of the circus? You still want to invest in it?"

"I think I do," he said, slightly chuckling.

"Really?" I didn't mean to ask. I cleared my throat before apologizing, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound that surprised. But  I have to admit, I'm a little surprised. I know how 'in the stars' my father can get when he drinks. No one's ever followed him."

"Call me Dreamy," Phillip chuckled, "but I think I might."

I blushed at how he was looking at me. I reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. I cleared my throat as I fixed the strap of my bag over my shoulder.

"You heading out?" He asked.

"I am," I said, looking down at my feet.

"Can I walk you home?"

"No," I said a little too quickly. "I'm. . . I'm taking the trolly. But thank you."

Before my face could burn any brighter, I nodded and quickly left. The entire trolley ride home, I couldn't stop thinking about Phillip. I thought about the weird energy between us from the minute we met. I also thought about how that energy evaporated the second my father walked over to us.

                                * * * * *

"I hear a rumor that you got Phillip Carlyle to invest," my mother said as I handed out the sandwiches. My father had taken a break and was taking me, my mom, and my sisters for a picnic lunch.

"I just heard from him this morning," my father nodded.

"And?" She pushed.

"He's in."

I looked up, not hiding my surprise. I quickly recovered and finished handing out lunch. While my little sisters played and my parents talked about the circus, I busied myself with cleaning.

"What do you think, Y/N?" I turned to see my mother smiling at me. "Have you met Phillip?"

"A little," I shrugged.

"And?" She giggled. "I hear he's quite the flirt."

"Absolutely not," my father interrupted. "If he even thinks of coming near her, I'm putting an end to it."

"Phineas," my mother sighed, slightly chuckling.

"Because he's a player, Y/N," my father warned me. "He goes around town, going from girl to girl. I will not have my daughter be another one of Phillip Carlyle's floozys."

"Honey," my mother said, the teasing and laughter falling from her voice. "That's all just talk. I'm sure he's a wonderful young man who would treat her right."

"Doesn't matter," my father shrugged. "He's not getting anywhere near my daughter."

"I work at the circus," I mumbled. "It's going to be kind of hard to avoid him."

"Whatever he tries," my father threatened, "ignore. Do you understand me, Y/N? Do no fall for Phillip Carlyle."

                                * * * * *

I wish it was that easy.

After promising my dad I would stay away from Phillip Carlyle, it seemed like he was everywhere. Whenever I went to the circus, he was there. He was always backstage, always helping someone or offering to help me. It wasn't until my accident did I realize it was too late.

I was running through my routine after everyone had left. There were a few new moves I've worked on and wanted to fit them into my number. Right as I was about to finish my routine, my rope slipped out of its rig. I fell to the ground, pain shooting through my shoulder that cushioned my fall.

'"Y/N!" I heard someone gasp.

I tried to sit up, but my shoulder gave out. I looked up and saw Phillip running towards me. He hopped over the barrier and ran to me. He knelt down and helped me sit up.

"What's wrong? I saw you fall. Were you hurt? Should I call your dad? Or maybe an ambulance?"

"I'm fine," I sighed.

I tried to stand up, but my ankle was in too much pain. Before I could fall, Phillip caught me. He wrapped my arm that wasn't injured around his shoulders and wrapped his arm around my waist.

Phillip led me over to the first row of seats and slowly helped me sit down. Once I was seated, he looked at my arm.

"Your shoulder is a little bruised, but it's not dislocated. With some pain medication and plenty of rest, you should be just fine. Your ankle, on the other hand, looks worse. It's already swollen. You should rest it and make sure to ice it every night. In fact, you might want to take a break from your routine for the next couple of days."

"I can't do that," I stuttered. "My dad. . . The show. . . Who is going to. . . I have to. . ."

"Y/N," he gently cut off my stuttering. "I think your dad would care more about your health than the show."

"I'm not so sure," I mumbled to myself. I looked up, instantly biting my bottom lip when I realized Phillip had heard me.

"Y/N," he started.

"You don't have to stay," I interrupted him. "I'm just going to sit for a while. I'll head home once my ankle stops throbbing."

"Then I'll sit with you," he shrugged as he took off his suitcoat.

"You don't have to," I stuttered. I moved my foot and tried to put weight on it but the pain shot up through my leg. Phillip stood up and helped me sit back down.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, still breathing heavily.

"Why am I helping an injured girl?" He asked with a small laugh. His smile faltered when he saw the look on my face.

"I meant the circus," I said, looking down and playing with my wrap on my hands. "Why invest in something so. . . out there?"

"I don't know," he said honestly. "The way your dad phrased it made it seem like a great idea."

"Yeah," I scoffed before I could stop myself. "He's good at that."

"What does that mean?"

I rolled my eyes before looking back up at him. "I dropped out of school to help my dad with the circus."

"Really?"

"There's something we have in common, Phillip," I sighed. "I had my life set up and I was on a good track, but my father came to me asking for help and I. . "

Instead of finishing my sentence, I ran my fingers through my hair. I suddenly became aware of who I was talking to and what we were talking about.

He opened his mouth to say something, but I quickly cut him off. "I should get home," I said, slowly standing up and putting all of my weight on my other foot. "My mom is probably waiting up for me."

I was about to walk down the steps but Phillip stood up and grabbed my hands to help me.

"Let's go," he said as he helped me down the few steps.

"What?"

"I'm taking you home."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Phillip," I said, pulling my hands out of his.

"Why wouldn't it be a good idea?" He asked. He suddenly looked up at me, the look in his eyes sinking. He sighed as he shook his head like he figured it out.

"Because your dad thinks I'm the kind of guy who flirts with every girl who comes my way and I'm only going to hurt you?" He asked for clarification. When I nodded. he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Y/N," he sighed, "I'm not like that. At least not anymore. Sure, I used to drink and party but I've stopped all that. Especially since I met you."

He let his sentence drop when he realized he had said too much. He cleared his throat as he looked down, avoiding my eyes.

"Phillip," I said under my breath.

"Your father warned me to stay away from you, Y/N. In fact, he told me exactly what he thought of me," Phillip sighed.

He ran his fingers through his hair, briefly looking away from me. When he looked back at me, the look in his eyes changed.

"Y/N, I swear, I'm not like that," he said, pleading with me to believe him. "And I hate the thought of you thinking of me the same way your father does."

"I don't," I said before I could stop myself. I cleared my throat and looked away from him, hoping he didn't see me blush.

"I know my father is trying to protect me from getting hurt but. . . I'm sorry, Phillip. The way he treats you is unfair."

I bit my bottom lip when he grabbed my hand and gently turned me around. I looked up to see him looking into my eyes. For a brief moment, I saw his eyes drift down to my lips.

"No," I said barely audible as I pulled my hands out of his. "I can't. . . We can't. . . I'm sorry, Phillip."

Before he could say anything, I turned away and limped to the trolley.

                                * * * * *

I haven't been back to the circus since I got hurt. When I finally limped my way home, my mom called a doctor and had him look at my injuries. It turns out I fractured my ankle and bruised my shoulder blade.

I've been on bed rest for the past month and my doctor finally cleared me. With a small wrap on my ankle, I walked into the circus.

"Y/N!"

I looked over and smiled when I saw Lettie and Anne running towards me. They immediately started asking how I was and what happened. As I reassured them I was fine, I looked up and made eye contact with Phillip. I didn't actually have the chance to talk to him until later.

"I see you're back on your feet."

I looked over my shoulder to see him walking over to where I was standing by the table of snacks backstage.

"Yep," I said, slightly clearing my throat. "Back on my feet but not back to work. The doctor says I should still wait before coming back. Just until we're 100% sure it's healed and strong enough to handle everything I usually do."

"That's smart," he nodded. I held my breath as an awkward silence fell between the two of us.

"I should get back out there," he said after a few more beats of silence. "I'm covering for your dad while he's out of town."

"Oh right," I said under my breath. "He and my mom went to see that opera singer, Jenny Lind. They should be back later tonight."

Phillip nodded as he turned to head back to the stage. I bit my bottom lip when I noticed him hesitate.

"Are you okay?" I asked under my breath.

Before I could say anything else, Phillip quickly turned back towards me. He took a few steps until he was right in front of me. He quickly and gently grabbed my face, instantly pressing his lips to mine.

I closed my eyes and didn't hesitate to start kissing him back. He slowly broke the kiss, sooner than I would've liked.

"I'm sorry," he whispered with his face inches from mine. "I had to do that at least once."

Part 2

a penny for your thoughts.

pairing — han jisung x female! reader

genre — trope inversion of the soulmate au, college au, enemies to lovers, angst and fluff-ish, smut; oral, possessiveness kink, praise kink, safe word, size kink, first time

synopsis — life isn’t easy when you belong to the 1% of the world population that has a soulmate, know who your soulmate is and happen to be utterly in love with said soulmate’s best friend. alternatively, jisung can hear all of your unfiltered thoughts and has heard enough of your horny fantasies to the point where he wants to throw up, so he takes matters in his own hands. 

note — i think i’m gonna cry this work is my 11k word BABY i’ve never been THIS invested over a fic. this is purely self-indulgent and an emotional rollercoaster ride if you ask me. this fic is all over the place it’s chaotic and i apologize in advance for many italics you are welcome i hope you CRY and SUFFER with me because completing this bitch was a midlife crisis in itself. that being said, i appreciate any form of constructive criticism so pls go ahead and rip my baby apart sdkjl

“You’re staring again,” Hyunjin notes. Seungmin and Jeongin stifle a burst of laughter while Felix, whose head is resting on Hyunjin’s lap, sends you a look that resembles Candace from Phineas and Ferb whenever she finds her brothers creating some whacky futuristic shit, laughs like a madman and then resumes to call her mother with an ear-splitting MOOOM! because she’s so certain that her brothers are busted this time.

“Am not,” you huff as you tear your eyes away from the guy just sitting a little bit farther away from you, basking in the warm glow of the sun. Today he’s sitting in the perfect angle, giving you the best view on his side profile. His signature cap is perched right on top of his head but even then, you can see how his eyes brighten up and how the corners of his lips tug upwards as he laughs at his friend’s joke.

“You’re a worse case than the Mary Sue protagonist of every romance anime ever.” Seungmin snorts before he playfully nudges your side with his shoe. “Just say you want Seo Changbin to bang you and go.”

“Hey! We have a child present!” Hyunjin chastises, to which Jeongin rolls his eyes.

“I’m not a child. We’re all in fucking college.”

“Fine, not a child then. The baby has been corrupted! Don’t swear, it sounds so wrong coming from you!”

“Shut up. It’s called freedom of speech!”

“It’s ‘shut up Hyung’ to you!”

Felix groans in distress and is probably rethinking his life choices. Seriously, what does Felix, resident hopeless romantic, see in Hyunjin? Sure, he’s good-looking and a great friend when he’s not bitching around or hovering over the nearest trash can after taking too many shots. But a romantic? Please, Hyunjin can’t even eat without making a mess out of his shirt.

“I don’t want him to bang me,” you mutter and receive a collective ‘yeah sure’ look. “Fine, I don’t want him to bang me only. He’s nice,” you retort before your eyes flit back to him for a millisecond. By now, Changbin has put his hands on the grass and is leaning back, enjoying the sunlight while listening halfheartedly to the other guy blabbering.

“And hot. We get it. Now get dicked,” Seungmin deadpans, earning flabbergasted looks from everyone and a smack from Hyunjin.

“Show a little more empathy, you dickwad. She’s whipped.”

“Anyway—“ Felix sits up, earning a pout from Hyunjin but he blatantly ignores it, and directs the conversation back to the previous topic before the other two bump heads, “(y/n), you have his number. You’re not strangers, so why don’t you just make a move?”

You glance at him with horror in your eyes. “What do you expect me to do? Ring him up and ask him to hang out with me because I find him cute?”

“Uh, duh? Last time I checked, that’s how you ask someone out.”

“Absolutely not.”

“New idea.” Seungmin butts in. “Why don’t you ask Han Jisung—“

“No.”

“Agreed.” Hyunjin shoots you a nod of approval before Seungmin can start yet another interrogation about your bitter hatred towards Jisung. Jisung, who happens to be said friend of Changbin that is laughing beside him right now. “He must think he’s so much better than us because he’s hanging out with the senior geniuses of the music production major. Then again, Seo Changbin and Bang Chan are on a different level than us commoners.”

“Speaking of Chan,” you quickly say to steer the conversation away from the personification of everything you hate. “Where is he? It’s so weird seeing the trio incomplete.”

This time, Jeongin chimes in. “Haven’t you heard?”

“Heard what?”

“Chan and that one language major — you know, the one who collapsed a while back?” When all he’s met with are clueless faces, Jeongin sighs. “Seriously, you guys should keep up with campus news. I swear, everyone and their mothers already know by now. But anyway, they’re soulmates. It’s also the reason why Chan has been pulled out of the boxing team until the end of the semester and had to cancel their training camp as soon as she broke down.”

Felix does a double-take. “But Chan’s the ace of the boxing club!”

“It is what it is.” Jeongin stretches his legs out, shrugging. “What else is to expect when you have the proximity link and need to be around your soulmate within a certain distance unless you want death?”

“Poor guy. Must be a smack in the face for him, now that he’s got a soulmate and happens to have the worst link one could have.” Seungmin says.

“The tattoos are worse though.” Hyunjin fires back. “I mean, you’re literally born with a tattoo of your soulmate’s name and then grow up knowing that you have one? And even if you never meet them, you won’t have better chances with others if you want some romance. Who in their right mind wants to have a lover who’s got someone else’s name tattooed on them since birth?”

“No one.” You chuckle. “Absolutely no one.”

In another lifetime, another universe, you and Jisung would probably be on better terms. He’s sunshine on legs and looks decent from an objective point of view.

In another lifetime, another universe, you’d like to believe you’re childhood friends and have been neighbors ever since your first shit in your diapers. Perhaps you would be clowned from being inseparable once in a while, but you’d go with it and then shrug it off as if it was nothing.

In another lifetime, another universe, you’d like to believe that being soulmates doesn’t equal the downfall of two people. Sure, the fact that people are bound to each other and the danger of growing too dependent on that person remains, but it probably won’t be so frowned upon. Probably. Hopefully.

However, as much as you want to twist it, another lifetime is not this lifetime, the reality.

In reality, you and Jisung are only neighbors because the universe has some kind of inexplicable hatred towards you. Seriously, you must’ve done something wrong in your previous life to be punished in this one. And because the universe has sadistic tendencies and loves to make you suffer, the laws of the universe are just as equally fucked up.

The concept of soulmates is a lot of things, but most of all, it’s a mystery. There are endless possibilities for soulmate links, not all of them discovered. And unlike popular belief, soulmates do not have to necessarily share the same link. So voilà, even more fuckery from the universe.

There’s only one reason that justifies your wholehearted, unfiltered hatred towards Han Jisung. Well, only one reason that seems justified in this lifetime.

The tattoo is simple; just fine black characters under your collarbone that are nicely hidden under high-cut shirts.

But the fact that it’s his name tattooed on you since birth remains.

“Let me crash here for the night.”

“No.”

“Let me crash here for the night, please.”

“My answer is still no.”

The exasperation is plastered on Jisung’s face as he tries to keep his temper in check. Truth be told, it’s damn satisfying seeing him wanting to rip your head off but refraining to do so. Perhaps you’re enjoying this more than you expected at one o’clock in the morning. For the past five minutes, Jisung has been asking you to let him stay over for the night. You’d save him out of his misery and help a neighbor out who locked himself out of his apartment at this hour — well, if he wasn’t Han Jisung.

By now, he’s growing more impatient with every further rejection. “Oh come on, all my friends live on the other side of town and you can’t expect me to ask the old grandma next door! At this rate, I’m gonna freeze to death overnight!”

“Then go break a window or something,” you deadpan, ignoring the dramatic hand gestures he’s making to accentuate his words.

“The fuck? I’m not going to break into my own place.”

Not wanting to draw out the pointless conversation any longer, you’re about to slam the door shut when he blocks your action with his foot. “C’mon, just this one night. Please.”

He’s not budging anytime soon. His bullheadedness reminds you of Seungmin, who always tries to get Hyunjin wasted whenever you attend those Greek frat parties. Seungmin, who always succeeds in getting Hyunjin wasted, followed by Hyunjin hugging a bucket for the next few hours as he tries to get over the hangover. With a defeated sigh, you gesture Jisung to come inside and don’t wait for him until he’s taken his shoes off at the entryway.

“Look, I know you don’t like me—“

“Well, ‘don’t like’ is putting it very lightly—” you scoff once he’s caught up to you in the living room. It’s not exactly spacious; the couch takes up most of the room and college assignments are spread all over the minuscule coffee table.

“You could at least treat me like a decent human being.”

That statement is enough to get your ears flaming. You whip your head in his direction, voice getting louder. “How can I when your existence is making my life worse than it already is! And I mean it literally! Just seeing your name whenever I look at myself through the mirror sickens me!”

“Stop acting like you’re the only victim here.” Jisung snaps back in the same manner. If there was a little bit of etiquette in the first place, it has all vanished now. “I’m not having it easier when all I hear from you is the dozen ways you want Changbin to fuck you dumb!”

You freeze.

“Cat got your tongue? It’s already bad enough that you have those kinds of thoughts about my best friend every single day.”

“But I thought— y-you had the proximity link?!” This has to be a joke. A very bad one at that. His proximity link is the very sole reason why you lived next to him. His soulmate link is the only reason why you’ve been stuck together like glue since you could walk.

Jisung taps his foot impatiently, running his hand through his hair. “That’s what I thought too until I started hearing things that nobody said around me. First, it was just a few thoughts every other day, but now you’re like an annoying radio that I can’t switch off.”

“Why didn’t you tell me then? I would’ve—“

“Stopped fantasizing about Changbin’s dick? And then you would’ve jumped to the next person. I don’t care if you like him or not, it’s none of my business. Changbin’s hot, anyone with eyes can tell. Besides, it’s not like you have a chance anyway…”

You feel your blood boiling at his underlying message and cross your arms. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jisung doesn’t bat an eyelash and says in a mocking tone as if stating the obvious. “No doubt that Changbin will make you feel good. But could you return the favor?”

That’s a low blow. Even for Jisung, that’s a low blow.

“I get that you’ve got a dirty mind. But those are just fantasies. Could you really execute them just the way you had in your head? You don’t even have experience in the first place.”

“If I sucked you off right now, you wouldn’t even be able to speak properly!” God knows what went over you when you countered. At this point, rage has taken over your brain and you don’t even realize what you just said right away. Not that it matters anyway; all you see is red.

Jisung just raises a brow, clearly unimpressed by your outburst. “Prove it,” he challenges casually and then flops himself onto the couch, legs spread wide. It’s an open invitation. “Go ahead, make me see reason with your oh so mind-blowing skills.”

The only thing you’re able to do physically is gape at him. He is joking, right? As if he actually means it—

“I knew it. Shameless in your head but too flustered to say it out loud, let alone following up with your bold statements.”

That seals the deal. You’re fuelled by anger and the desire to prove him wrong as you drop on your knees and are on eye level with his crotch. However, your spirit dissolves the longer you silently stare and realize that you have no fucking clue on what to do. Jisung is painfully aware of that too.

“I’m more terrified than turned on seeing your angry face.” He lets out an exasperated sigh before he pulls you up and directs you to sit on his lap. “Obviously it’s not working when neither of us is in the mood. You gotta get in the mood first,” he mutters, hands settling on your hips.

The look in his eyes is more composed now, but you can tell he’s being observant. As if you have clues written all over your face, he keeps you under his stern gaze. Then his eyes droop lower to your lips and he slowly leans forward.

Not even a second later, you firmly plant your hands on his shoulder and push him back. “No lips.”

If Jisung is judgemental about your sudden stunt, he doesn’t comment on it. “Anything else, your royal majesty?”

You’re too tired to react to his mockery and roll your eyes. “No marks.”

“I can work with that,” he mumbles more to himself rather to you. Then he leans forward again and buries his face in the crook of your neck. Surprised by his actions and new to the unfamiliar sensation, you tense up. Jisung seems to take notice of that too.

“Relax,” he orders, rubbing circles on your hips to help you loosen up.

Well, that’s easier said than done. It’s already bad enough that you’re gradually exposing yourself as the complete amateur you are, and out of all people who could’ve been the first to do any form of sexual advances on you, it just had to be Jisung. Perhaps you shouldn’t have rejected that one kid in high school who was the only one who ever had a crush on you. Even if that kid wasn’t your type and not a serious commitment anyway, maybe you would’ve at least some sort of experience with dick.

“A-ah—“ your breath hitches when he nips on the patch below your earlobe. He smiles against your skin as if he just made some scientific discovery and swipes his tongue on the same spot, eager to make you squirm. Not wanting to slip up anymore, you clamp your mouth shut with a hand.

“Let me hear you, baby. Just relax, I got you.” When the fuck did his voice start to sound lower and raspier? Where did ‘baby’ come from? All rationality and resistance leave your body when he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him.

The cologne of musk lingers strong on him, almost intoxicating even, and you can’t form a cohesive thought anymore. The only things you are painfully aware of are an arm forcing your chest flush against his and his hot breath all over your neck.

You’re so far gone that you fail to notice that you’ve started grinding on his lap. Jisung moans softly into your neck as he encourages you to move with his hands.

“On your knees, baby,” he whispers after a while. A rush of disappointment runs through your veins once he detaches his lips from you and slides you off his lap, but all of that is forgotten once you see the prominent bulge in his pants.

Right. There’s a reason why you ended up in this predicament in the first place.

Jisung urges you to touch him with a simple nudge. “C’mon, baby. Take it off.”

You don’t waste time discarding his sweatpants. Just when you’re about to tug his underwear off, you notice the wet patch on the fabric. A surge of mischief washes over you as you boldly cupped his hard-on over his boxers, causing an obscenely loud moan from him.

He flinches, definitely not expecting that brashness from you, and throws his head back. “S-stop teasing me already and take that goddamn thing off or God help me what I’m going to do if you push my buttons.”

That. That was a threat. That dealt much more damage to you than you like to admit.

As much as you want to watch him break and see if he’d make his threats come true, you decide against your feelings and hook your fingers under the waistband and tug the fabric down in one swift motion. A groan leaves Jisung as his cock, fully hard and leaking precum, is exposed to the cold air. He’s certainly above average; on the longer side probably, and you’re conflicted on whether to think fuck, I want him in my mouth right now or fuck, how on earth is that supposed to fit into my mouth?!

You don’t get far with your inner conflict when a hand grabs a fistful of your hair and slowly urges you closer. The next thing you know, something is tapping your lips and before you fully register it, the tip of Jisung’s cock lies heavy on your tongue.

You carefully look up and meet Jisung’s hooded eyes. His shirt has ridden up a bit and flashes just a little bit of his toned stomach. That’s just enough of an indicator to see that Jisung is holding himself back, in case his irregular breathing hasn’t been a dead giveaway.

Jisung opens his mouth, about to say something, when you give an experimental suck on his dick. “Do something— f-fuck, a little more, baby.”

That’s enough to build your confidence up. You slowly take in more of his dick, sucking carefully and making sure to cover your teeth. The rest that doesn’t fit in your mouth is barely covered with your hands, and you messily try to coordinate your hands, switching between rubbing the base of his dick to cupping his balls.

“Mmh, use more pressure,” Jisung whispers, not trusting the stability of his voice when you fondle with his balls. A groan leaves him when you suck harder on his cock and switch back to swirling your tongue around. For a total beginner, you are holding yourself up better than he expected. Fuck.

“Focus on the tip fir— hhh- aa-ah...” His brain blacks out for a moment when you swirl your tongue around his tip and dare an experimental hum, the vibrations going straight down to his dick. The grip on your hair loosens, but it’s still firm enough to experience a sharp tug. “You’re doing good baby. So good.”

The combination of his sounds, the decent taste of precum on your tongue and the way his adam’s apple bops is enough to send you into sensory overload. You notice the way Jisung tenses his thighs, as to keep them still. You’re about to pull out completely to prevent your drool from getting on your face. However, before you get the chance to complain, he forces his length back on you that it grazes the back of your throat, nearly making you choke.

“Fuck, I— I’m gonna— s-soon—“ he hisses and you take it as a sign to speed up. At this point, your jaw hurts and a mixture of drool and precum drips down your chin. It’s borderline disgusting if you think about it, but the delectable sounds leaving Jisung compensates for it.

He sharply tugs on your hair, ordering you to pull off, but you slap his hand away. “I’m going to spill in your mouth if you don’t pull off right now—“ Jisung chokes on his words when you interrupt him with a hum as if to say so what? It doesn’t help that you’re looking up at him with teary eyes and a lot of conviction, even though you’re visibly struggling to keep half of his dick in your mouth.

When he cums, it’s accompanied but drawn out moans, and you forcing yourself to swallow the horrible texture. It’s not horrible per se, but you’d gladly refuse to swallow a second time if you were given the choice.

Jisung looks down at you with flushed cheeks and is about to wipe off the drool or cum or whatever liquid is staining your bottom lip, but you quickly block his hand. “I’ll clean up by myself.”

For a minuscule second, he looks defeated; he looks borderline disappointed, but before you can pinpoint his feelings for sure, his expression changes. “But what about you?” he asks, eyes raking down your body and stopping at the waistband of your pants.

“I’ll deal with it on my own.” You shrug, avoiding his eyes. All of sudden, you find it hard to breathe in the room as the realization settles into your brain. You just sucked off Jisung. Jisung, out of all fucking people.

“You sure?” Your eyes flit to him who looks like he’s been observing you the entire time. His breathing has calmed down, his lips look a little bit plumper than before and his hair sticks out in all different directions. Looking at his current state makes you feel sick, and your undying hatred for him starts growing again. It’s your fault that he looks so fucked out and—

Why the fuck did you even do that?

“Yes. Now stop asking before I change my mind and kick you out.”

Before he can have the last word, you turn on your heels and rush into your bedroom, ignoring the fact that your underwear is practically drenched.

You wake up to the smell of pancakes emerging from the kitchen. “What are you doing?”

“I’m making breakfast?” Jisung throws you a questioning look and then plates the last batch of pancakes from the pan. “It’s the least I can do after you were friendly enough to let me crash on the couch.”

Your eyes wander to the countertop to the two plates stacked with pancakes. Jisung finishes up the second plate and hands it out to you.

You stare dumbly at the plate. It’s too early for your brain to mouth filter to work, so the first thing you spit out is, “How do I know you didn’t poison it?”

“Are you fucking serious—“ Jisung squeezes his eyes shut, mutters something inaudible under his breath before he puts on the fakest smile he can muster. “I can take a bite if you really insist.”

“Give me that plate.” You point to the other plate on the counter. Presentation-wise, it looks the same as the one Jisung is offering you, minus the visible steam.

“There. Wanna switch again or can I finally eat?” he scoffs when you walk past him to get cutlery and sit at the dining table; it’s essentially a round wooden table where one of the legs is about to break. Two plates and a pitcher at most take up the entire surface. You really should consider buying a new table, but you have better things to spend on rather than that.

From your peripheral vision, you see Jisung rolling his eyes. Perhaps you were making an entire unnecessary circus, critically cutting through the pancake and inspecting each and every side before stuffing it in your mouth. But again, in your defense, it’s too early in the morning to show basic etiquette towards him out of all people.

You have to admit that visually, the pancakes look good. What you didn’t expect were the pancakes to taste just how they look. It looks like you couldn’t contain your surprise in you, judging by the amused smirk that finds its way onto Jisung’s face as he claims the chair across from you.

“As if you could actually cook,” you splutter because there’s no fucking way you are giving him that satisfaction of the day.

However, it seems to bemuse him even more. “You literally eat this every day and know the recipe by heart. With the excessive number of times you recite the ingredients a day, obviously, something got stuck in my brain,” he explains while cutting through his own portion.

The rest of breakfast is spent in silence. You both finish at the same time and while you’re washing the dishes, he’s stayed put in the chair, mindlessly checking something on his phone.

“You didn’t have to cook, you know. You could’ve just left.” you start. It’s already awkward enough that he’s still here. Bloody hell, you should’ve just waited with the plates and ushered him out of your place instead of just getting away as fast as possible from the table. Now that you think about it, this was probably the only time you two were somewhat amicable at such proximity. (Even if you didn’t talk at all. Still, it’s progress.)

He drops his phone on the table with a soft ‘bang’. “It’s the least I could do. Besides, I was starving too.”

“In other words, you’re taking advantage of my fridge?”

“Exactly.”

Just as you’re drying your hands, he’s about to leave. “I’ll get going, lecture’s starting in a few. And, uh, thanks for letting me stay here.”

You just shoot him a weird look. “You already thanked me once. How often do you wanna repeat yourself?”

Jisung rolls his eyes. “Fine, next time I’ll just leave without a word then.”

It’s when he’s finally out of the door that his last words sink in.

“Yo, I have pics of sweaty Changbin in a jersey. How much do you wanna pay for those gems?”

You nearly choke on air. “What the fuck?” Really, that’s the only appropriate reaction.

“Hyunjin, this needs more context.” Felix looks like he’s seriously second-guessing his taste in men before shaking it off with a sigh and elaborates. “He’s been trying to find out some scoop about Chan for the campus blog and caught him in his angry boxer mode and Changbin was also there assisting him. Hey, did you know that Chan doesn’t tape his hands before punching the bag? Fuck, that’s so intimidating but so hot at the same time—“

“Yah! I’m your boyfriend! How can you say that in front of me?!”

Changbin. Changbin in a jersey. Changbin in a jersey and drenched in sweat. And Hyunjin seriously has HQ pictures of that Changbin.

It really, absolutely shouldn’t have been the first thing that crossed your mind, but the idea of that Changbin — bonus if he still has anger pent up in him — barging into your place and instantly throwing you on the bed—

“I’m not a perverted creep who’s gonna buy pictures of him that he doesn’t even know exist. Besides, isn’t that a violation of his rights? He never consented to those pics. This is college, you’re only working for the campus blog, not fucking Dispatch.” you deadpan.

“So you don’t even want to take a sneak peek at a picture?”

“No.”

You barely stepped a foot into your apartment when Jisung storms out of his own place and stops in front of you. “You fucking liar.”

“Excuse me? What the— hmph!”

The next thing you know, Jisung forces his way into your hallway, slams the door shut and crowds you against it. His face is invading your personal space, eyes enraged and jaw locked. Even though his anger is far from justified as you haven’t glanced at him ever since he stayed over, a tiny part of you believes that you pissed him off for good. It's not the first time you witness him angry. However, it's the first time you witness him look as if someone murdered his family and was trying to get revenge.

“I thought you took care of it yourself!”

“Took care of what?”

“Did you already forget that I can read your mind?!”

You scrunch your nose, trying to connect the dots in his words. It doesn't take long for you to realize that there’s no point in trying. A frustrated groan leaves you. “Why are you getting so riled up? I just breathed and you stormed into my place!”

“‘Bullshit. You weren’t just breathing,” he snaps, and you flinch when his hand lands a few inches beside your face with a loud pang. “You were thinking of Changbin again! And I mean that in the thousand sex positions and locations you want him to bang you kind of thinking! And also—“

“Also what?”

“I know you’ve been pent up for days. Seriously, why don’t you just get off like every other sane human being?”

His brutal delivery leaves you flabbergasted. How the fuck does he know that? No. No. No. He doesn’t know. He can’t. Just because he can read your mind doesn’t mean that you didn’t pleasure yourself after giving him that blowjob. Jisung’s probably bluffing — he has to be bluffing.

“W-why should I answer you?” you stutter. Suddenly the walls look much more interesting. When was the last time you painted the walls? Maybe it’s time to switch things up—

“Are you really about to get all cocky with me? Give me a break.” Jisung chews on his bottom lip after little deliberation. “You wanna know why? Because one of my best friends is going through a hard time that can utterly destroy his entire future thanks to the fucking universe! If that isn’t stressful as it is, I also see and hear all kinds of things you want Changbin to do to you. And your fantasies are also affecting me.”

You stare at him as if he sprouted eight new legs. “So you’ve also been…?”

“Sexually frustrated? Fuck yes. And it’s all your fault. So take responsibility and do something against it before I do.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“So what if I am?”

A cold shiver runs down your spine once you meet his stone-cold gaze. Frustration is displayed all over his features, from his labored breaths to the raised brow. He’s not playing mind games this time, he’s actually frustrated.

There are a billion red flags, a billion blinking signs saying NO DON’T YOU EVEN THINK OF DOING THIS! DON’T BE A FUCKING IDIOT in your mind. There are so many countless reasons why you should listen to your head, but the way Jisung is lusting after you is terrifyingly attractive.

You don’t trust your voice to respond verbally. Instead, you look down at your trembling hand and tug at the hem of his shirt. It’s just then when you also realize that your thighs are clenched. Fuck.

Jisung takes the hint. In the blink of an eye, he’s yanking you to your room, kicks the door shut with a loud ‘thud’, and manhandles you on the bed. You’re too stunned to react, and gulp when he hovers over you and strips off his jacket, leaving him in a white shirt that doesn’t hide his toned arms.

“Use the color system, alright? Green when everything is alright, yellow when you want me to slow down, and red when you want me to stop for good?” he asks.

“I know what the color system is,” you mutter, tearing your eyes away from him.

“That’s not an answer to my question.” he presses.

“Fine, color system it is. There! Happy? Now get on with it—“

Jisung pins your wrists above your head vigorously. “You don’t call the shots here. I do.”

Your stomach swoops. You really should’ve listened to your brain. This Jisung isn’t comparable with the Jisung you sucked off a few days ago. That Jisung was cocky — he’s always cocky, what are you even saying — but he still gave you room to breathe. This Jisung is downright scary.

“Good thing for you, I know exactly what you want me to do—” he starts sinisterly as his thigh settles firmly between your legs, pressing up against your clothed core. You suddenly regret wearing a skirt. “—and trust me baby, even if I couldn’t read your mind, I would do all those things because that’s what I plan on doing to you regardless.”

The look he gives you should be illegal. He shouldn’t be in the position to look down at you, as if he’s the king and has free reign over the consequences you are about to bear. Your head suddenly feels dizzy, and it’s way too hot in the room. It’s as if your bedroom has morphed into some vacuum as you’re desperately trying to breathe. Your system ceases to function once he presses his thigh even harder on your cunt, and all you manage to make is a pathetic whimper.

A menacing grin makes its way to his face. He’s clearly thriving on this ego-boost and continues to grind his thigh on you until your hips start to sway along. It seems like you found your voice again once he leans down and nibbles on your neck. Your moans are barely audible at first, but they slowly turn into drawn out mewls and labored breaths.

Your eyes snap open when he suddenly retreats his thigh and holds your hip in a vice grip, stopping you from moving. “W-what the fuck? Why did you stop?”

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Huh?” You squint at him. “But you can read my mind!”

“I want you to say it out loud.”

There’s no way in the universe that you’ll do that. You’ll gladly wipe off that shit-eating grin out of his face whether he likes it or not, but with his hold on your wrists, that is deemed impossible.

You should say something out loud though. Yellow. That would save you from the humiliation. You could regain at least an ounce of control, not feel so pathetic anymore. It’s a simple word, just two syllables, six letters. The tables can be turned to your advantage. It’s easy.

You don’t.

“You’re embarrassed, aren’t you? You can’t say all those filthy thoughts in your head out loud because you’re ashamed, huh? Not when you love feeling so powerless, subject to anything I do to you. Face it baby, just admit that you’re a needy little bitch who wants to get off on my fingers so bad, and I’ll give you what you want,” Jisung growls in between hot, wet kisses he leaves on your neck.

“I—“ you whimper after some difficulties, “I’m your needy little bitch w-who wants to get off on your fingers.”

Jisung’s head pipes up, his face just hovering a couple of inches away from yours. With that little distance between you, you know it’s not a trick of the light and that his eyes are blown up with hunger, hunger, and more hunger. "Not just any bitch, but mine? Do you like it when I call you mine?"

You nod. From there on, it’s a chain reaction.

He wastes no time slipping his fingers past your panties, mindlessly trailing along your folds. You throw your head back in pleasure, bucking your hips into his touch. A cry leaves you the moment he slips a finger inside you, his thumb simultaneously flicking your clit. It’s sensory overload, rendering your rationality to a standstill.

Your utter downfall is marked once Jisung adds a second finger, never slowing down. He groans at the way you clench around him like a maniac, and the sounds he makes send jolts all over your body. You’re writhing under his grasp at this point, overstimulated by everything yet at the same time, you feel your arousal slowly fading.

“Does my baby feel good? Are you close?” Jisung asks, nipping on your earlobe.

“I don’t know,” you whisper.

“What do you mean, ‘you don’t know’?”

The pit in your stomach grows. You’ve never experienced claustrophobia, but right now, it’s like everything’s suffocating you. “A-as in I don’t fucking know!” you exclaim shakily.

Jisung stops his movements. The weight on your wrists is lifted, and he looks at you, face unreadable. “(y/n), color. What’s your color?”

“Green. It’s just...” your trail off, avoiding his eyes.

“Just...?”

“I’ve never come before,” you confess in defeat. You really can’t believe that Jisung out of all people is the one to make the call of judgment. “I mean it! I’ve tried getting myself off but I never managed to... so cut me some fucking slack because I’m trying my best here and am still new to everything!”

Jisung stays silent. He stares at you in… confusion? disbelief? You really have no clue how to read his expression. Something negative for sure, though. He’s Satan’s spawn, for fuck’s sake. He’s probably thinking twice about going down on you, thinking about the gravity of a mistake he’s dealing with this time. He just has no clue how to articulate his irritation—

“You’re so cute, fucking hell,” he whispers.

You do a double-take. What? What did he say?

A small chuckle escapes his lips. As if he doesn’t mind. Wait. He doesn’t mind. “I’ll take good care of you. Trust me on this,” he says.

“That’s a little late coming from you, your fingers are literally up my vagi— h-ha-aah—“

“Just shut up and let me do the work.” Jisung rolls his eyes as he works you up again, fingers moving at a slower pace this time. Within minutes, he’s reduced you into a panting, stuttering mess. “You look so tiny and helpless underneath me. How adorable,” he coos, to which you just whine.

“Yeah? You like it when I call you tiny? Like it when your tight cunt already feels stuffed with just two fingers? Maybe we should stretch it to a third one, think you can handle that?” he presses on. That’s when he rams his fingers into a particular spot, making you arch your back. A knowing smile makes its way onto his lips. “Found it.”

“N-no, fuck— t-too much—” you babble, but he continues to abuse your sweet spot without remorse.

An unfamiliar pressure builds up in your abdomen, threatening to burst. Your whines grow louder, breaths shallower. You squeeze your eyes shut as you thrust your hips into his hand, desperate for more friction. “Jisung, I think I’m gonna—”

“Oh no, not like this,” he growls. “Keep your eyes open. I want you to look at me when you cum. So you’ll remember that it was me who made you cum for the first time. It’s me who’s making you feel good.”

That is easier said than done. You manage to open your eyes, though with a lot of difficulties. Scratch that, your eyes are barely open. Jisung is a blurry image, and you’re unable to register everything he says, the sound of his fingers squelching in your heat blaring in your ears.

You deem it fucking impossible to keep your eyes open when your orgasm hits you hard, body spasming from the sensation. But you keep on trying, keep forcing to set your eyes on him.

It’s all worth it though when the reward you get is a proud smile on his face, as well as streams of praises coming from his mouth.

It’s a continuous pattern that goes as follows:

1. You spend your days glued to your friends.

2. At least one of them (usually, it’s Seungmin) preaches how you should get your shit together and ask Changbin out.

3. Somehow, Changbin manages to leave a strong presence in your fantasies and you end up daydreaming about a scenario that stars him, you and a bed (if you’re feeling more daring, any other kind of surface or object he could pound you into.)

4. Jisung notices and forces the horniness out of your system.

5. You tell yourself that it’s the last time Jisung has such control over you.

And then the cycle repeats.

But here’s the thing: you find yourself doing no. 5 you with less conviction the more it happens. No. 5 is a formality at this point. You don’t know when you went the wrong path, but are you really in a position to complain? Jisung is good with you, he’s good with his fingers, even better with his mouth.

But then there’s this side of Jisung after he’s ruined you. He knows what you want to eat after you’re all cleaned up, knows what show you want to watch, knows if you want to just drop dead in bed or need someone to force you to finish your uni assignments. In short: Jisung is good. If you ever said that out loud and someone caught wind of it, they might assume that you liked him.

But Changbin. You like Changbin. You like Changbin you like Changbin you like Changbin—

You like Changbin, right?

“You’ve been looking at me as if I had the word CLOWN written over my forehead. Do I have something on my face or what?” you cross your arms and are met with your friends quickly averting their eyes from you.

Felix is the first one to break the silence. “Is that a new dress?”

“Not really. I recently found it when I cleared out my closet and decided to give it one more try. Why—“ you pause, and your expression turns grim once it dawns on you. “I look ridiculous in this, don’t I?”

“Yeah.”

“No!”

“You look like a clown.”

“Seungmin-Hyung, did you really just???”

If your crippling self-esteem hadn’t reached its all-time low before, then it definitely did now. “Geez, thanks,” you deadpan.

Jeongin is panicking, trying to provide some damage control as Felix snaps at Hyunjin and Seungmin. “Nobody cares about your two cents!”

“Well, but she asked for our opinion!”

“Nobody cares about your honest two cents!”

“Let’s just have lunch at the burger place and talk about this later, Hyung!”

You’re still dazed, chuckling dryly like those cartoon characters usually do when their soul leaves their body after someone dragged them. The entire situation is downright sad to witness. Is this a sign that your period is coming soon? That’s it! That probably explains why you’re acting so uncharacteristically sensitive today—

“The dress suits you, (y/n). You should wear it more often,” Changbin says.

“Hah?” you flinch and you’re sure your soul actually left your body when you turn to face Changbin smiling genuinely at you. Out of your periphery, you see Jisung and Chan behind him, but that’s not the point.

What? The? Fuck? Did he really just? Did Changbin just… compliment you?

You don’t realize how long you’ve dumbly stared at him until Jeongin nudges you. “Uhhhh, thanks!” you squeak out, cringing at how your voice just went up by an octave. You can feel Jeongin facepalming internally at your response, but you don’t blame him; you’d most likely do the same.

Changbin just smiles before he turns away to get to his next class, tugging Jisung and Chan with him.

Nevermind. Wearing this dress was the best decision you’ve made in your entire college career. The way you suddenly beam almost gives Felix whiplash — it’s obvious in the way he stares at you as if he ended up watching a comedy instead of the melodrama he was expecting. Hyunjin seems just as flabberghasted, Jeongin is still cringing from the secondhand embarrassment, and Seungmin just grins.

“Ah, so lover boy is the reason, I see.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Oh my god, just shut up, Seungmin.”

Jisung is eating you out with such fervor that has you sobbing and thrashing around. He’s merciless in every literal sense, keeping your hips planted on the couch with his hands to the point where veins are bulging out, and lapping up your juices with his tongue, continuing even though you already came. He only pulls away, lips glistening in your release, once you tug on his hair despite his orders to not do that.

“Already spent now? But baby, we just started.” he pouts. “Or is it because it’s me? Would you defy if Changbin was the one eating you out?”

You stare at him with blown out eyes. Why the fuck is he bringing up Changbin now? The words hang heavy in your throat and are threatening to burst, but the death stare he delivers stops you from doing so.

Something’s not right.

“Don’t tell me... you’re wet again because I just mentioned Changbin. Changbin this, Changbin that, huh? It’s always only Changbin, Changbin, Changbin. And I thought I was doing you good all along,” he rages, making you flinch. He can be terrifying when he wants to be, but this time, he seems completely out of it. “You know what? I’m fucking done with holding back. You’re mine, got it?”

With that, he dives back into your cunt, sucking harshly on your clit as he slides a finger in you. You try to pry him off, but his weight is restraining you to the sofa.

“Jisung, it hurts— ouch—“ Panic starts to rise in you when he finally detaches himself from your nub, but instead, moves down to your thighs and starts sucking on the skin with a force much harder than you’re used from him. “What are you doing? S-stop—!”

“You’re mine, you’re supposed to be mine. I am literally written on your skin. So why can’t you just wish to be with me? Do I have to mark you up so that you’ll finally get it?”

It hurts. It hurts. Once you feel teeth on your skin, you burst into tears. “Red, Jisung, red!”

As if it was the spell to break the cast, Jisung finally snaps out of it. His features break once his eyes meet yours. Regret sticks onto him like a second skin, and he slightly moves his hand in an attempt to reach out to you. Your muscles react faster though, and you instinctively pull your legs towards yourself and shy away from him. The way his face drops by another layer of remorse tugs at your heartstrings, but the impending fear overpowers everything else you’re feeling.

“What’s going on? What went over you?” you ask.

Jisung’s breath is shaky. He feverishly opens his mouth several times, but no sound is coming out. He’s struggling to find the right words, maybe trying to find a somewhat reasonable justification for his behavior. In the end, he lets out a defeated sigh. “I can’t do this anymore without having feelings—” his voice is weak and vulnerable and you’ve never witnessed him break down like this before, “—I like you. I like you the way you like Changbin. I just...”

Silence.

“Leave,” you whisper, but in this silence, your voice rings out loud and clear. This is… too much weight for your heart to carry.

Jisung complies. He grabs his belongings from the floor, slips on his shirt, and leaves with his head hung low. His footsteps grow more and more distant, but then he stops.

“Are you really in love with Changbin?” His voice cracks.

You don’t muster up the courage to face him. “Just read my mind.”

It’s silent again. Too overwhelming. You’re waiting for yet another outburst of him, waiting for his “I want you to say it out loud”, because that’s how the conversation always goes.

The last thing you hear is the front door falling in its lock with a soft click.

You like Changbin. You like Changbin you like Changbin you like Changbin you like—

You like him, right?

Things have changed.

You and Jisung haven’t crossed paths ever since, not even passed each other by in the hallways. It’s weird since you’ve grown used to seeing him every day outside of your apartment complex. You’ve never really acknowledged each other’s presence with a wave or something in the sorts; it was just a second where your eyes met, and then your days went on.

That being said, you run into Changbin quite frequently. If you ever exchanged words, it’s nothing more than friendly small talk and the one or other compliment about his music. Talking to Changbin is nice; he makes you smile.

You know a little bit more about Changbin now, like his favorite ice cream flavor or the fact that he has a pokemon plushie named Gyu. It’s cute, and you chuckle when you think about how you’d pay good money for that information a few weeks ago.

Changbin is nice, and there’s nothing more to the story.

The chaotic quartett you call your friends however, doesn’t seem to buy it. They are loud and nosey and have eyes, so it was set in stone that they’d tease you about it sooner or later. It’s all fun and games, and you played along with it at first, because that’s how you guys are. But as time went on, when the banter became so repetitive and blown out of proportion to the point where they have made clowning you about your small interactions with Changbin the pinnacle of their entertainment, you’ve begun to be fed up by it.

“Will you finally stop bringing him up in an indecent manner every single lunch break? Or even better, stop bringing him up altogether?” You snap, which shocks everyone at the table because you never snap.

Nobody has time to react as you quickly stomp away to grab some fresh air. You mutter out every curse under the sun, not intending to let your anger take over you this much. You’ve only made it past the door when Felix catches up to you, placing a hand over your shoulder.

“(y/n), what’s the matter? Clearly, something’s bothering you. And I know it’s not because of just Seungmin.” Concern is woven in his smooth voice.

You have to admit, it was a smart and calculated move from your friends to send Felix your way. He’s always been the compassionate one out of your little friend group. Like a pillar, he’s the one who keeps you all grounded (and he’s the one to drive your asses back home after the wild Alpha Beta Gamma frat parties).

“I don’t like Changbin that way, I realized. So it’d be very much appreciated if you asses didn’t allude to that every time,” you huff.

Felix sends you an understanding smile. “We can work that out. You know that Hyunjin and Seungmin in particular can be insensitive and sometimes don’t realize they’ve taken things too far..”

“Fine, but that’s not the main thing that’s eating me up alive, Felix.” you sigh. The words seem to flow out of your mouth like a waterfall. “I’ve realized I’ve never really liked Changbin. Okay, fine, he was just a crush I had but I don’t like him.”

He nods slowly, his brain processing your ramble. “So you like someone else.”

“Yes. And I don’t know how to fix it because we got into a huge fight.”

“Talk to them. That’s the only thing left to do.” His response is immediate, and he says it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Every relationship has its ups and downs, and if you want to be committed, you have to fight for it. If you were made for one another, you’ll make it.”

The last part makes you laugh internally. If only he knew.

“Let me guess, you expect me to barge into his place to sort things out,” you say.

Felix gives you the look of judgment. “I mean, you could also show some human decency and text him in advance so he’s also prepared. But that works fine too.”

Come to think of it, you’ve never been to Jisung’s apartment. That’s about to change when you knock on his door sometime in the evening, shortly after sunset.

Jisung’s face immediately drops once he opens the door. “What are you doing here?” His voice is soft, drenched in regret.

It’s not that his appearance has reached rock bottom. He still takes good care of himself; however, you pick up the dark circles under his eyes and his complexion seems a little paler. Not sickeningly pale, but in a sense that he hasn’t seen the light of day for a few consecutive days.

You shift your weight on one leg and fiddle with your fingers. “Can we talk?”

Jisung gulps. “Yeah, sure,” he mumbles after a moment of hesitation before inviting you in.

“I’ve thought a long time about this. Everything, really,” you start awkwardly as soon as you’re both standing stiffly in his living room. “I, um…”

You cringe inwardly as your voice trails off. Truth be told, you’ve rehearsed what you wanted to say many times a few hours ago. Even wrote down the entire speech. Then threw the draft away, only to compose a new one. And then again and again and again. After what felt like an eternity, you had polished your final speech and memorized it from top to bottom, even making sure that your flow sounded natural. But now that this is the real deal, your mind goes blank. Of course, of fucking course, your illiterate brain had to give up on you in the situation that mattered the most.

Jisung purses his lips. “Do you want something to drink first? No need to rush—”

“I don’t like Changbin!” you blurt out. Jisung stares at you in confusion. “I mean, I used to like Changbin — I still do, he’s a nice guy! Don’t get me wrong — but that’s all he is. He’s… nice. I like him, as a friendly guy. I had a crush on him, but now it’s just, uh, like. Platonic! Yeah, platonic.”

Despite him nodding slowly, you know that he is still lost. You would be too if you were on the receiving end of this painfully clumsy delivery.

You give yourself a mental slap as you take a deep breath. It can’t get any worse than this. Definitely impossible. You’ve already proven to him how bad your public speaking skills are. Might as well get over it with the bluntest words. “I miss you. And not because of the sexual things we did, but everything else. I miss you coming over, miss the movie night, and all that. I miss you, Jisung.”

He stares at you silently. Your eyes search his face for any sign of emotion, and for one too many times, Jisung is impossible to read. Okay, perhaps you did manage to tell him what you wanted to tell him even worse than whatever the fuck your initial attempt was.

But then his blank armor cracks. Little by little, his eyes soften, disbelief and remorse on display for you to see. Jisung is looking at you as if his world has fallen apart even more. He’s looking at you as if he’s clinging to the last threads of reason, trying to make sense of the situation. He’s looking at you with eyes that could hold stars behind them, stars that were supposed to burn out yet shine brighter than the universe.

“How can you say that? I hurt you. I made you cry! I was being a selfish asshole who put out his anger on you!” he exclaims, voice breaking towards the end. Pain clouds his red eyes, and he’s fighting to keep the tears at bay.

You slowly prod closer to him, testing the waters. He doesn’t react once, not even when you stand directly in front of him. Not even when you gently place your hands on a shoulder each. Not until you say, “It’s alright. I’m alright. No hard feelings.”

That’s his breaking point. Tears stream down his face, while quiet hiccups jump out of his throat. “How can you be so nice to me?” His sobs are muffled as he eases into your touch, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Instinctively, he wraps his arms around your waist, clinging onto you as if you’re his lifeline.

The answer is simple, you say to yourself, as you thread a hand in his hair. “We’re soulmates.”

The weight of the words hangs in the air, shattering the previous tension and all the worries in your heart. It’s liberating, finally being able to say it out loud without feeling like an abnormality for saying those words with happiness. You’re soulmates. You’re soulmates, and that’s okay.

Jisung’s sobs resound throughout the room, and so do his countless, tiny yeah, we are’s. You need a moment before you register the wetness on your face. It feels like an eternity standing in his warm embrace, even after there are no more tears left to cry.

“Can I kiss you?” Your voice is quiet, barely above a whisper, but Jisung catches it. two fingers gently lift your chin so that you’re facing him. You almost melt when your eyes meet, his gaze filled with adoration that makes you want to burst at the seams.

“Yeah. I’d love that.” Jisung smiles.

It costs you your willpower to tear your eyes away from him before they flutter down to his lips. Despite his bottom lip being a little cracked, they look inviting and you wonder what they taste like. You expect him to nudge you, expect him to tell you to hurry up and do something because you’re pretty sure you’re staring at his lips for far too long.

He doesn’t. The grip on your chin is loose as if to tell you to take your time and go at your own pace. But the longer you wait, the more reluctance builds up. It’s a lot of power he’s given you; hell, it’s the first time he hands the reigns to you.

“Can you… uhm… I’ve never done this before, so yeah…” you look at him with a crooked smile.

The breathless chuckle that leaves him sounds like music to your ears. Jisung moves his hand to the back of your neck before closing the distance between you.

The kiss is short and sweet, but that alone suffices to make the butterflies in your stomach burst. The faint taste of coke lingers on him, and before you know it, you’re kissing again. Jisung’s lips are like an addiction, reeling you back in for another one. Somewhere along the way, the kisses change. Innocent presses of lips are long forgotten, replaced by teeth playfully tugging on your bottom lip, and Jisung kissing you deeper to the point where he steals all oxygen out of your lungs.

Your hands slide down his chest, tugging on his shirt. Startled by your bold actions, he pulls away, but you catch him back into another liplock that leaves the two of you breathless. All you can think of clearly is Jisung Jisung Jisung—

This time he forces himself away from you. Gasping for air, he places his forehead on yours. “If we go farther than this, then I don���t know if I can control myself.” His warning is barely above a whisper.

“Then don’t,” you whisper back.

That’s all the reassurance he needs before leading you to his bedroom, all the whilst latching onto your lips once more. He doesn’t let go of you until your back hits the soft mattress and he’s on top of you. Warm, slightly calloused hands trail from your cheeks to the hem of your shirt.

“Color?”

“Green,” you respond, smiling up at him. The sun has long vanished at the horizon, replaced by the dim moon and stars. Despite only a little light surging past the blinds into the room, you can see Jisung’s features crystal clear. The endearing smile is cast into the back of your mind, so is the delicacy in his touch, fingertips lightly grazing your skin as he sheds all your clothes off until you’re left in your underwear. After hearing your complaints, he discards his own clothes with an amused glint in his eyes.

Jisung takes his time pounding every single detail of your features into his memory. His hands roam all over your body, inciting goosebumps. You lean into his touch with a sigh and flit your gaze to him once he stops on a particular spot.

The look on his face is unreadable, but the hesitation in his voice speaks for itself.  “Does this bug you?” he asks, uncertainty laced in it as he runs his finger over each character of his name that’s inked under your collarbone. You shake your head with a hum that turns into a soft moan once he leaves kisses on the spots his finger burned before, one for each letter. Eventually, his actions spiral out to sucking lovebites and rutting his bulge against your heat, enticing louder whines out of you. Your vision morphs into blurriness as you move your hips in sync with his, locking your arms around his neck to pull him even closer to you.

“(y/n), baby…” Jisung heaves for air, “Is it okay if I…?.”

“Please,” you mewl, “want you inside me.” Your desperation must’ve shone through your tone, as Jisung presses a loving kiss on your forehead before he reaches over to the nightstand for a condom, grinning like a lovesick idiot.  

In books and movies, this is the part where the virgin would reach peak nervousness. Too many fears would be inhabiting their mind; the fear of pain, fear of not fulfilling their partner’s needs, fear of the entire situation, essentially. Whatever they depict in those books and movies, it doesn’t match up with the warmth and want pumping in your veins. Even after Jisung slipped your and his underwear off and slid the condom on his leaking cock, there’s no sign of fear bubbling in you. It’s rather the opposite; you nudge him to finally slide into you.

“So impatient,” he tuts playfully, and because he can’t help being a bit sadistic, he teases your dripping entrance with the tip of his cock. Tears begin to form in your eyes from the frustration of clenching around nothing. You feel like crying for good once he slowly pushes into you. The stretch feels unfamiliar and completely different than what you’re used to from his fingers, but it’s not unpleasant as you throw your head back. While you’re adjusting to his girth, Jisung observes your every expression, faltering whenever you scrunch your eyes shut. 

“You still there?” he asks in hushed tones, caressing your cheek.

In awe about his concern, you nod. “I’m fine. It’s just… new. I’ve never done this, but I guess you already figured that out.” It takes you a moment to catch your breath, and then you give him the green light to continue.

The way Jisung has your hands firmly against the bed lacks the usual roughness; he isn’t gripping your wrists as if he’s about to cut off your blood circulation. This time, he has intertwined his fingers with yours as if he doesn’t ever want to let go of you. A firework of colors and stars is all you see as he thrusts into slow and deep and with all the passion he has to offer. His lips don’t leave space for a breather either; he kisses you with so much fervor that it swallows your heart up whole. At that instant, you realize that he’s claimed your heart and isn’t going to give that up any time soon. You don’t mind, because you know that you’ve committed the same crime.

It’s not long after until you feel the orgasm building up. Jisung brings one hand down to flick your clit, and just like that, you unravel beneath him. His own release follows suit, a muffled groan coming from his lips as he spills into the condom.

It’s quiet for a moment, no words spoken between you except for harsh breathing. Eventually, Jisung slides his softening dick out of you and disappears for a moment to clean up, returning with a damp towel for you to freshen up a little, as well as a glass of water.

“I think I won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” you say after you gulped down the drink in one go, voice devoid of emotion. A laugh leaves Jisung. The way you deliver it is so casual as if he didn’t just have his dick in you minutes before. “Also, isn’t this the part where we should cuddle?”

“So bossy, your royal majesty.” He even takes a bow before he climbs back on the bed, pulling the covers over your bodies, and scooting up to you. He says something else, but you don’t register what exactly. All you care about is being wrapped in his warm embrace. The stench of sweat isn’t prominent on him anymore. Instead, it’s a huge cloud of Axe overpowering your senses. You would complain, but you’re too blissed out to bother.

Jisung must’ve noticed at a certain point that you’ve wandered to daydream paradise. “You’ve been quiet for a while. A penny for your thoughts.”

“But you can read my mind.”

“I want you to say it out loud.” His answer comes like a shot while his hand is brushing through your hair. “That, and your thoughts are too jumbled and my head is going to malfunction if I try to decode everything running in your head right now.”

The corners of your lips quirk upwards. “I’m just thinking about how we did everything in the wrong order. It’s just now that we kissed, before that I only sucked you off or something. We’re so fucked up.”

“If you word it that way, we definitely didn’t follow the book.” Jisung laughs in agreement. The vibrations from his chest causes you to bubble up in warmth.

“I don’t mind, though. That’s not the point. I’m happy.” You don’t have to look up to know that his eyes lit up. “Jisung, I’m happy that you’re mine.”

The hold around your waist tightens, and you feel a soft kiss being pressed on top of your head. “And I’m happy that you’re mine.”

In another lifetime, another universe, you probably wouldn’t have to go through these struggles. Society would normalize having someone that completes you. You wouldn’t go through countless stages of denial, countless stages of frustration, and countless stages of doubt.

In another lifetime, another universe, you potentially could’ve been on even worse terms. Just like in those cyberpunk movies, maybe you two would be enemies, one fighting alongside the government, the other assisting the villain who tries to overthrow the system. Star-crossed lovers, that’s what you two would be dubbed as.

In another lifetime, another univer—

No need to fantasize about what could be. The only lifetime that matters is this lifetime, this universe, your reality. In reality, people like you live in hiding. In reality, society is doubtful towards people with soulmates. In reality, people like you are destined for a tragedy. It’s taken you a long time to wrap it around your head.

That’s alright though. You’re alright. You’ll always be alright. The universe might have not played in your favor in this lifetime, but you still found each other. Perhaps, the universe will be more forgiving towards you in your next lifetime. Or the one after. Who knows? Whatever happens, at least you know you have one person you’re bound to meet wherever you are, whenever you are. One person who won’t ever let go of you. One person you won’t ever let go of.

“Yeah, I’m yours.”

They must have her and Torres’s love story continue!! I am being sarcastic but bishop needs to go

I know your post was about Bishop/Ellick, so I apologize for covering the entire episode here.

Here's the thing- They have spent so much of the season telling us things, rather than showing them. They tell us Phineas and Gibbs have kept in contact, instead of showing it in small moments. They tell us Breanna died instead of showing us the pain of going through Covid. They tell us Bishop's become this ninja agent instead of showing us little hints throughout the season. (I'm sorry, I snorted when I saw that slo-mo slide.) How many regular viewers had forgotten about Odette until we saw the flashback tonight? This is lazy, colour-by-numbers writing.

Honestly, I'm still not really sure what the fuck happened tonight with Bishop's story, and yes, that's partly because I don't actually care, but partly, too, because it's come out of nowhere. I'm not even sure who Bishop is going to work for, except she's now just Ziva 2.0 Lite. Will she come back next season? Will Ellick flame out before it could even get going? (Welcome to Slibbs World, Ellick fans.) Quite honestly, I don't even care.

Other things that made my eyes roll so much they came around again:

What exactly is the purpose of Agent Knight, except to pop up from behind the divider wall like a Jack-in-the-Box? Am I supposed to care about her when she talks about her... *trails off in what is supposed to be an emotionally difficult moment*...

Are we ever going to get a healthy Gibbs? He's morning drinking. I know we're supposed to brush that off, but folks, he's not just a functional mute anymore, he's a functional alcoholic. And that's just sorta dropped in and moved on.

Pretty sure we now know how he gets the boat out, but I'm glad they didn't show it.

So... we had 5 eps with Pam Dawber and a serial killer storyline and we're no further ahead now than we were when she showed up? Why exactly couldn't the writers introduce the serial killer angle in the 2nd appearance, get it off the starting line in the 3rd ep, then have 4 and 5 to get into the real meat of it? Oh, right, sorry. I'm asking writers who had 8 episodes to write out Jack and gave us that shit ending to do better with 3 less eps. (Oh, look, my eyes are rolling again.)

Mark and Pam have saved every episode they've been in together.

I think Gibbs and Marcie should start their own detective firm, with Kasie as their tech geek/Their Girl Friday.

OH MY GOD, IS GIBBS DEAD???*

(*My fucking eyes are going to get stuck if they roll any more.)

Arcturus at Orion's birth plz

July 5th, 1929

"Papa!"

Arcturus shifted his gaze from the newspaper to the four year old girl sat on his lap, who looked up at him, beseechingly.

"What is it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Can you read me a story?"

Arcturus rolled his eyes heavenward, and before he could tell the little hoyden to go bother her mother for one, he was hit with the reminder that Melania was rather occupied birthing his son at the moment.

He sighed—he'd come to his study to hide from his blasted uncles, cousins and siblings, all eagerly awaiting news of the Black heir's arrival with champagne and cigars, a noticeably more jovial celebration than there was at Lucretia's birth. No wonder, as Phineas Nigellus was no longer there to scream at everyone for their shortcomings.

Knowing that Lucretia inherited his strong will, and not having the energy to send her away after being awake for the past twenty hours, he begrudgingly put down his newspaper and, with a lazy swish of his wand, plucked an old storybook out of the bookcase.

"Just this once, Lucretia Black," He warned her, "Your father hasn't the time for such nonsense—so don't get any ideas about this being a regular occurrence."

Lucretia nodded, black curls bobbing up and down with each motion, and leaned back down onto his chest, waiting for him to begin.

It was one of Melania's books that she'd left in his study—they often took lunch there together, though rather than engage in conversation, an activity neither really favored, husband and wife preffered to read in each other's companionable silence.

It seemed innocuous enough—besides, it wasn't as if he could read Lucretia the tome he'd just acquired on Egyptian blood magic.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife."

Arcturus raised his eyebrows at that, then nodded in approval at the statement. This was precisely the sort of thing an impressionable young girl like Lucretia should be reading.

As he continued, his voice grew softer and softer, owing to Lucretia's slowing breaths and drooping eyelids, but also to the fact that he was growing rather invested in the plot himself. He would never read this womanish dreck if Lucretia weren't here of course, but it was decently written, all in all.

The sound of the study door creaking open made Arcturus stop, but before he could look up to see who'd disturbed them, Lucretia said the last thing he wanted her to say at that moment.

"Burgie!!"

The girl in question darted into the room, a blur of black curls and white lace that Irma had trapped her in from head to toe.

Pollux's daughter was a terror. She looked innocent enough: all neat black curls and bright blue-grey eyes, but she was constantly running circles around her parents, and there wasn't an order in the world she couldn't flagrantly disobey. Unfortunately for him, Lucretia had taken to her cousin from the first—the girls were practically inseperable. In the first three years, it was often quite difficult to tell them apart—though now their faces were taking their own distinct shapes.

"Where were you, Lucy?" Walburga asked, her arms crossed and her face a mask of supreme churlishness.

"I found Papa," Lucretia said, as if the fact was a complete justification. "He's reading me a story."

Walburga turned her—far too sharp—gaze to him, and pouted. "I want to hear the story."

Arcturus's first reaction was a strong no—but then he realized that word didn't exist in Walburga's vocabulary, and if he were to introduce her to it now he'd be getting an earful from both her and her shrew of a mother.

Sighing, he ran a hand over his face. "I hate my life," he muttered to himself.

Walburga seemed to take that as a 'yes', as she climbed atop the couch and burrowed herself into his other side. Without a clue as to what to do, he just gaped at her nerve while she smiled up at him, looking damn near catlike.

"Go on, Cousin Arcturus," He narrowed his eyes at the cheeky, yet accurate form of address. The chit was good, he'll give her that. "Read!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Do you speak to your father that way, young lady?"

"Yes."

Arcturus blinked, then snorted. "Fair enough. But I'm not your father, so you'll take care to watch your tone when you speak to me."

She sighed, sulkily. "Yes, Cousin Arcturus."

Giving her a final stern glance, he put his focus back into the book and read until the two girls' breaths grew slow, and their eyes closed. Finally seeing they were asleep, he made to get up, then came to a crushing realization.

The bloody chits had him pinned to the infernal sofa.

Sighing, he made to lift Lucretia off of his left side but the girl had her arms firmly wrapped around his middle, and any sort of strong movement would have woken her—and in turn Walburga.

Turning to Walburga, he debated the merits of whether or not to pry her off him as well. On the one hand, she wasn't his (she'd be a damn sight less impudent if she were) and he did not want to be any more familiar than he already was . On the other hand, he was the official head of the family and he'd be damned if he was going to miss his son's birth over a sleeping hoyden.

Thankfully, the debate ended when the study door creaked open and Pollux came in, a sheen of sweat on his forehead—he'd never taken to cigars that well—and a glass of champagne in hand, beaming.

"Arcturus, it's—"

"Can you get your blasted daughter off me before you say what you have to say, Pollux?"

Pollux' seemed to take notice of his other companions and their state, as his eyes widened and he promptly put down his cigar and champagne flute on the table nearest them, and in one swift motion lifted up his daughter into his arms.

"Apologies, Arcturus," Pollux said, lightly rubbing a mildly fussy Walburga's back as she settled into her new position. "She can be a bit of a handful sometimes, our Burgie."

Arcturus raised an eyebrow in dissaproval at the look of pure adoration on his cousin's face at his daughter. First Irma, now Walburga—he was starting to get the feeling that Pollux actually liked his women impertinent.

How droll.

"Yes," he answered instead, "She certainly can. Anyhow, what is it you wanted to tell me, seeing as you've seen fit to come into my study?"

Pollux remembered himself then, and his bright smile was back. "Yes, of course—Congratulations are in order, old boy: You have a son."

Arcturus felt a wave of astonishment come over him, leaving him wide-eyed and dazed. "He's here?"

Pollux nodded. "Yes—Irma told us all that Melania's waiting for you upstairs."

Without another word in his cousin's direction he stood up, lifting Lucretia up with him, and all but ran upstairs, past all the well-wishers no doubt using his son's birth as an excuse to get plastered in the drawing room.

A son, an heir, a true heir! Ha!—Arcturus hoped that Phineas Nigellus had a good view of his triumph in hell, he wanted to see that old bastard eat his words.

The House of Black already had a male heir—Alphard's birth, though met with distinctly less fanfare since Melania's pregnancy had been announced by then, had been two months ago and his uncle Cygnus had not stopped crowing since. But this was different—Arcturus had an heir now, his own heir. A son to carry on his name and his legacy, a son to shape into a fine young man and to teach what it meant to be a proper black.

He reached the same oak door he'd gone through four years ago, and grabbing the handle, pushed it open.

Melania was on the bed, her face pale and drawn, and the healer beside her had his face set in a frown. Arcturus approached the man, the feeling of Lucretia’s hands around the back of his neck growing tighter.

“Is she alright?” He asked, without preamble.

“Ah, Mr. Black,” The rotund man took off his comically tiny, fogged-over pince-nez, cleaning them with his handkerchief. “Yes, I assure you—Mrs. Black is doing perfectly well, as is your son. The birth was rather strenuous on her, I’m afraid.”

“How strenuous?”

The man grimaced. “She’ll be perfectly fine—but I wouldn’t advise having another for at least a few years. I don’t think her body could take it.”

Arcturus furrowed his brow, shocked. “What? She did perfectly well with Lucretia.”

“The boy was larger than Lucretia,” The healer said, as if he were indulging a dim-witted child, which only served to raise his hackles. “Combined with the birth being four times longer, it’s no wonder she’s unwell. Rest assured, she’ll be perfectly fine with some bed-rest, and in a few years, if you still want another, we can certainly discuss what paths we could take on that front.”

Before Arcturus could convey his supreme outrage at being spoken to in such a way, the jolly man had the audacity to give him a pat on the back, and direct him to the crib where they’d put his son. Gingerly, he put Lucretia onto a chaise in the corner of the room, and approached the crib with trepidation.

When he caught sight of his son, he felt the breath leave him.

The boy was his mother’s spitting image—brown hair, large, owlish eyes, and pudgy red cheeks. The only feature he’d inherited from his father were those classic steely gray eyes that most Blacks were blessed with.

Carefully, he lifted him from his crib, and positioned him properly in his arms. The boy stirred, before wiggling a bit more and turning his new eyes up to peer at his father.

His son. His son.

Arcturus had never felt more proud in his life. All the tests, the trials, every single accomplishment in his life paled in comparison to this one. His son was the totality of all his efforts, the ultimate triumph.

But there was something else. Something more.

His thoughts were disturbed by the sound of Melania’s stirring from the other side of the room, and, remembering himself, he approached her with their son in tow.

“Remember, Mr. Black, she’s too weak to hold him at present—I’d advise keeping a safe distance.”

Arcturus gave the man a glare, and he rightly looked cowed, excusing himself and all but running from the room. Taking a seat at the edge of the bed, he looked over at his wife, who was just beginning to wake.

“Arcturus?” She asked, her voice tired and muddled.

"I'm here, Melly," He told her, taking his free hand and using it to wipe off the sheen of sweat that had gathered on her forehead.

Melania opened her eyes, blearily, and when she looked over at him with their son, gave them both a shaky smile. "How is he?"

"Perfect," Arcturus replied, meaning it more than he'd ever meant anything in his life. "He's perfect—your spitting image."

"Really?" She peered over at his face. "I rather thought he took after you."

"He has my eyes," he told her, bringing their boy closer. "The rest is all yours."

She sighed. "Is he right? I can't have any more?"

Arcturus blinked. The healer had told him she might very well have another in a few years, but they'd told his mother the same. He didn't want to risk it—wizards had not perfected the art of childbirth and h wasn't about to take her to a muggle so he could cut her open like some fish.

The thought of Melania on the bed, like mother, covered in pustules, soft, sweet voice meant for songs gone wheezy and delirious—No. No, he wasn't going to let that happen. He couldn't let that happen.

"Yes," Arcturus said, decision made. "It's not safe for you. We won't be having anymore."

Her face turned doleful then. "Oh."

They sat in a sort of awkward silence then while Arcturus kept smiling down at their son, until it was broken by the sound of a slight sniffle.

"I'm sorry."

Arcturus started at the words, then turned to meet his wife's eyes, which had become wet with tears.

"What?" He asked, mildly annoyed at the fact he had to deal with womanish drama today of all days.

"I failed you. I can't give you more children—what kind of a wife am I?"

Melania's face seemed to be a mixture between dawning horror at the fact that she'd failed in her duties and genuine sadness that she'd never experience what it was like to hold another baby of hers in her arms again.

Arcturus moved to cut off the stream of tears before it became too much for either of them.

"You've given me an heir, and a daughter," Arcturus pointed out, voice measured. "There's nothing else expected of you."

"You should have more," She said, shaking her head, her breaths growing shorter. "I wanted more." The last sentence was spoken in a kind of hushed tone.

"More are not worth your health, Melania." Arcturus groaned, was she truly under the impression she'd failed him? Had he ever intimated he wanted a house full of little rapscallions running about? He didn't—two was more than enough.

"That's not—"

"It is, and it is the final word we will have on this subject." Arcturus sighed. "You will not die, Melania. Not for one more son, nor for ten. You, Lucretia, and the boy are all I need. You are all..." he cleared his throat, uncomfortably, "...more than I could ever deserve. I have an heir—Now, all that matters is you and the children. Nothing more."

Melania looked at him, flabbergasted at how candid he'd gotten, before nodding, still dumbstruck. "As you say."

Arcturus pretended not to notice her smile of relief, nor the overly loving way she was looking at him.

Those emotions made him...uneasy.

"Orion," Melania said, thought it came out as half a question. She elaborated at Arcturus's raised eyebrow. "I was reading a book on Black names when I went into labor. The one I liked best was Orion—I thought to bring it to you to see if you approved."

Arcturus raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised that his slip of a wife had gathered the nerve to put forth a name herself. Orion...Yes, it was a good name. A strong name—The Hunter. One of the only good memories he had left of his father had been sitting in his study, asking him to point out all the names of the stars enchanted into the ceiling—Orion had always been his favorite.

"Orion Arcturus Black," Arcturus said, nodding in approval. "A good name, Melly. I approve."

Melania beamed—though she promptly grimaced.

"Are you in a lot of pain?" She nodded. "Not to worry—I'll find that fat old man and order him to give my wife as much pain potion as she damn well wants."

He gave her a kiss to the forehead. "She deserves it."

Ron publicly turned on Harry in GoF (and never truly apologized), walked out on him in DH (and tried to tell Hermione to go with him, instead of asking, and made it seem as if she was making a romantic choice), was always jealous of Harry's wealth & fame (while never acknowledging it came at the cost of his entire family line), was petty and mean-spirited to Hermione (JKR picked up the 'Team Edward's ball by putting him, a dude who belittles her and uses her for grades & Hermione together

Ron publicly turned on Harry in GoF (and never truly apologized) Ron did apologise. You don’t need to say it to mean it. Harry as his best friend knew that Ron was truly sorry.

walked out on him in DH (and tried to tell Hermione to go with him, instead of asking, and made it seem as if she was making a romantic choice) Under the influence of the horcrux. I don’t know why this concept is so hard to understand. If you can forgive Ginny for almost killing four people, you can forgive Ron for saying some things in the heat of the moment. Besides, he had tried to come back immediately.

was always jealous of Harry's wealth & fame (while never acknowledging it came at the cost of his entire family line) I’m sorry, have you EVER deal insecurities? They eat you up and make you feel like shit. The fact that Ron dealt with them for three and a half years before cracking is just crazy. This is an extremely idiotic reason to hate someone.

was petty and mean-spirited to Hermione Untrue. Read the books.

[Hr]: *decorating for the wedding* [R]: Nice. You’ve really got an eye for the sort of thing.

[Hr]: I told you at the burrow, I’ve had the essentials packed for days, you know, in case we needed to make a quick getaway. I packed your rucksack this morning, Harry, after you changed and put it in here. I just had a feeling... [R]: You’re amazing, you are

[Hr]: Snape could send Phineas Nigellus to look inside this house for him. But let him try it now, all Phineas Nigellus will be able to see is the sin die of my handbag. [R]: Good thinking!

These are just three of many examples of Ron appreciating Hermione.

JKR picked up the 'Team Edward's ball by putting him, a dude who belittles her and uses her for grades & Hermione together Ron did not use Hermione for grades, nor did he belittle her. Please use canon material for your arguments.