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Ever Since New York

Originally posted by riverdaleselite

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After his junior year, Jughead goes to New York for a writing internship.  

Warnings: some swearing, you might cry

Word count: 4,574

A/N: umm first of all thank you for 7000 followers?? holy crap. anywho wowowow this is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written. It’s based off of the song “Ever Since New York” from Harry Styles’s album (which I love btw).  This is probably my favorite thing I’ve ever written tbh. Hope you all enjoy!

Tell me something, tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do

After years of saving the money he earned at the Twilight Drive-In and other odd jobs, Jughead finally had enough to buy a plane ticket to New York.  He had discovered a writing internship there that he knew he had to do. It didn’t take much effort to convince his dad to allow him to go; in fact, FP even offered to pitch in some money. Jughead refused, claiming that he wanted to do this all on his own.  He wanted to deserve this internship as much as possible.

He started talking to Veronica frequently, asking her about her time in New York.  She, of course, gladly answered all of Jughead’s questions.  She was glad to finally bond with her boyfriend’s best friend.  

Jughead also pestered Betty with questions, seeing as she had done an internship similar to his two summers ago.  It was a bit awkward at first, since the two of them used to date.  However, they both got over their awkwardness for the sake of preparing Jughead for his internship.

“It’s really amazing,” Betty told him.  “It’s a great experience, and you’ll learn so much.”

“What are other people like?” Jughead inquired.  “Are they pricks?”

“Sometimes,” Betty laughed. “It depends.  Do you know how many other people are participating in the internship?”

“Just one,” he answered, shrugging.  “I don’t know who it is though.”

“Well, if they’re a jerk then that’s gonna suck,” she offered.  “But if they’re nice, they may become one of the closest friends you’ll ever have.”


“Yeah,” Betty replied and nodded.  “You’re gonna spend all summer with this other person.  They’re either gonna drive you up the wall or become your new best friend.”

I need something, tell me something new
Choose your words, ‘cause there’s no antidote
For this curse, oh, what’s it waiting for?
Must this hurt you just before you go?

“Have fun in New York, Jug.” FP patted his son on the back as they stood at the airport gate.  Betty, Veronica, Archie, Fred Andrews, and Kevin stood behind FP, all wearing supportive smiles.  Jughead glanced around at the group who followed him to the airport, filled with admiration of his friends and family.

“Thank you guys,” he said, fighting back a giant grin.  “You didn’t all have to come, though.”

“Of course we did,” Fred Andrews argued.  “We’re not gonna see you all summer, Jughead.  We have to give you a proper send-off.”

“Well, proper send-off achieved,” Jughead laughed.  He watched as others in the line began to move.  “I guess I should go now.  Thanks for this.  See you all in August.”  As he turned on his heel and walked away, the group of six gleefully waved at Jughead’s retreating figure.

“You aren’t worried about Jughead all alone in a giant city?” Fred asked FP as they exited the airport.

“Nah,” FP responded, waving his hand.  “He’s a smart kid, he’ll find his way.”

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

“Hi, I’m Jughead Jones,” he introduced himself at the front desk.  “I’m here for the writing internship.”

The lady sitting behind the desk glanced up at Jughead.  “Ah, yes! We’ve been expecting you, Mr. Jones!” she exclaimed, standing from her chair.

“Oh, am I late?” Jughead inquired.  

The lady shook her head. “Oh no, not at all.  Your counterpart just got here early, so we’ve been waiting for you to start.”

“My counterpart?”

“Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” she gestured to a girl sitting on a chair against the wall, flipping through a magazine.  The girl perked up when she heard her name, and saw Jughead and the receptionist staring at her.

“Is this him?” (Y/N) questioned, standing up and setting the magazine down.  Jughead noticed it was a TIME magazine.  

“Yes,” the receptionist answered.  “(Y/N), this is Jughead Jones.”  Jughead stuck his hand out to shake, and (Y/N) firmly shook his hand.

“I hope you’re not an asshole,” she blatantly said as they released hands, “because we’re gonna be stuck with each other all summer.”

“I was thinking the same thing about you,” he quipped.  

(Y/N) raised her eyebrow in interest.  “Quick-witted,” she noted with a smirk forming on her face.  “I like it.”

“You better,” Jughead fired back, biting back a grin.  “Like you said, we’ll be around each other all summer.”

“If we were together any longer, I’d worry about you falling in love with me,” she jokingly warned. “So be careful.”

Brooklyn saw me, empty at the news
There’s no water inside this swimming pool

“When’d you get here?” (Y/N) asked as she and Jughead exited the building, their first day of the internship finished.

“Two days ago,” Jughead answered with his hands in his pockets.  “What about you?”

“Last week.”  Her pace was quick, and she seemed determined to get somewhere.  “Are you hungry?  Because I’m starving.”

“I would love some food,” Jughead almost moaned at the thought of food.  He was only able to scarf down a small lunch in the midst of the business.

“I know this great burger place,” (Y/N) explained as she led the way to the restaurant.  “It’ll make every other burger you’ve ever eaten seem like a pile of shit on a bun.”

“I doubt that,” Jughead scoffed.  “There’s a diner where I’m from that makes the best burgers you’ll ever eat.”

“Where are you from?”

“Riverdale,” he said. “Pop’s diner, that’s what it’s called. If you ever find yourself in Riverdale, stop by Pop’s.  Trust me, you’ll thank me.”

“Well we’re not in Riverdale right now, Jughead Jones,” (Y/N) reminded him.  “So you should thank your lucky stars that I am your counterpart, because I’ve been here for the past week. You know what I’ve been doing for that week?  Exploring, Jones.  I have tried and evaluated twenty-one restaurants, and I know where to go for whatever you’re craving.”

“What if I’m craving Korean food?” he quizzed.

“32nd street, there’s a great Korean grill,” she immediately responded.


“There’s a quaint little place on 135th street.”

“What if I want to get wasted?” Jughead smirked.

“There’s a club a couple of blocks away with shitty security,” (Y/N) answered with a smirk equally as wide.  “Or maybe I was just an exception, seeing as how attractive I am.”

“I think you overestimate yourself,” he scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes.  

(Y/N) lightly slapped him on the arm.  “I do not!” she retaliated.  

“Whatever, keep lying to yourself.”  Jughead quickened his pace, leaving (Y/N) behind him.

“Hey!” she called out, rushing to catch up to him.  “You better not leave me!  You don’t even know where you’re going.”

“You’re still here,” he noted, casually wrapping his arm around her shoulders.  “Lead the way, (Y/N).”

Almost over, had enough from you
And I’ve been praying, I never did before

“God, this food sucks,” (Y/N) whispered, gesturing towards the plates of Japanese food sitting in front of her and Jughead.  “That place we ate at last week was so much better.”

“True,” Jughead agreed with a mouthful of food.  “But this place is cheaper.”

“Rightfully so!” she exclaimed, jabbing at her tofu with a chopstick.  Jughead silently laughed and shook his head, continuing to eat his fried rice.  He watched as (Y/N) picked at her dish, examining each aspect of the meal.  

It had been three weeks since their internship had begun, and Jughead and (Y/N) quickly became close friends.  They bonded over the overwhelming amount of work at their internship and their food-discovering adventures.  Jughead didn’t know how he would’ve survived an entire summer in New York without (Y/N) by his side.  They even stayed at the same hotel, so during a sleepless night, one would wake the other and stay up all night talking.  On those nights, they would drink hot chocolate.

“I’ve got the check tonight, Jug,” (Y/N) said, snapping Jughead out of his thoughts as she took the bill from the waitress.  Jughead furiously shook his head.

“No, (Y/N), you got dinner yesterday,” he protested, reaching out towards the bill.  “I’ll cover it tonight.”

“You got lunch!” she exasperatedly exclaimed.  “I can handle it.  Dinner wasn’t even expensive last night or tonight.”  

Jughead huffed as the waitress returned and took (Y/N)’s money.  “Fine,” he pouted, “but we’re gonna go out for desert, and I’m paying for it.”


“Ice cream?” Jughead offered, standing from his chair.  (Y/N) followed suit, and they exited the diner.  She slowly grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers.

“I’m feeling frozen yogurt tonight,” she countered his offer, grinning up at him.

“What’s the difference?” Jughead playfully scoffed, trying not to blush at their hand-holding.  They had started doing it last week after he almost lost (Y/N) in a giant mass of people.

“I swear to God, Jug, you said the same thing last week, and I explicitly explained it to you.”  (Y/N) rolled her eyes.  “Ice cream is-”

“Made with cream, whereas frozen yogurt is a yogurt-based treat,” Jughead quoted what (Y/N) had told him last week.

“I knew you paid attention to me.”

Understand I’m talking to the walls
I’ve been praying ever since New York

In the middle of the night, the phone started ringing.  Jughead, still half-asleep, answered it with his eyes remaining shut.  

“You can come over,” he said, not waiting for the caller to initiate the conversation.

“Okay,” (Y/N)’s quiet voice responded, and she hung up.  A few moments later, a soft knock resonated through Jughead’s hotel room.  He rolled off of his bed, throwing on a t-shirt, and opened the door.  (Y/N) stood in the doorway, slightly shaking.  

“You cold?” Jughead murmured.  (Y/N) wordlessly nodded.  He gently grabbed her arm and led her inside, shutting the door behind them.  He stripped the blanket off from his bed and draped it over her shoulders, wrapping (Y/N) in the soft white material.  (Y/N) smiled up at him.

“Why do you put up with me?” she asked, sitting on his bed.  Jughead mimicked her actions and sat next to her.

“What do you mean?” he questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

“How are you not sick of me?” she elaborated.  “I mean, we’ve been constantly hanging out for, what, a month and a half now?  You know if I’m annoying you, you can just tell me. I’ll back off.”

“Why would you annoy me?” he asked, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap. “You’re the best part about this internship.”

“You’re full of shit.”

“I’m not,” Jughead lightly laughed, slightly nudging her.  “I’m serious, (Y/N).  Before I came, I was asking my friend Betty about internships.  She did one two years ago, so she knew what she was talking about. She told me that the people I’ll meet during this internship will either drive me up the wall or become one of my closest friends.”

“So I haven’t driven you up the wall?” (Y/N) inquired with a tentative smile.

“Of course not,” Jughead laughed loudly this time.  A moment of silence ensued, both (Y/N) and Jughead overwhelmed by sleepiness.

“Is Betty your girlfriend?” (Y/N) broke the silence, staring up at Jughead.

“No,” he muttered, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.  “She was,” he admitted, “but not anymore.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing bad,” he shrugged. “Sometimes things just don’t work out, you know?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) muttered. “I had a boyfriend.”

“Really?  That’s shocking.”

“Shut up!” she whined, elbowing him.  “Yes, I had a boyfriend.  He was actually a total dickhead.”

“How?” Jughead asked, growing concerned.  

(Y/N) looked up at him and giggled.  “Oh, you’re worried,” she cooed, placing a hand on his chin.  Jughead swatted it away.

“Sue me,” he retorted, but then grew serious.  “But really, what happened?”

“Nothing bad,” she replied, facing away from Jughead.  “We were dating for a while, and… I don’t know.  He never really supported me in anything.  He wasn’t nice to any of my friends, and I didn’t notice for so long because I was so fucking smitten.  Eventually it hit me one day, and I realized that he was horrible.  So, naturally, I dumped him.”

“As one does,” Jughead nodded, nonchalantly tracing patterns on (Y/N)’s right arm with his thumb.  

(Y/N) slumped and sighed. “What time is it?”

Jughead glanced at the clock with its blaring, bright red numbers.  “Three o’clock.”

“Jesus,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes.  “I should… I should get back to my room.”  She jumped off the bed and trekked towards the door, her bare feet dragging on the carpet.

“Wait,” Jughead commanded, grabbing her arm.  “Don’t go, it’s too late.”

“You say that as if I have to walk across New York City,” (Y/N) joked.  “It’s fine, Jug, my room is down the hall.  I’m not gonna get mugged.”

“No, but you may fall over before you reach your room,” he countered with a lighthearted smirk. “Just stay here tonight, okay?” (Y/N), too tired to argue, needed no more convincing as she turned around and climbed into Jughead’s bed. He laid down, patting the space next to him.  (Y/N) tentatively settled next to him, slowly resting her head on the neighboring pillow. “You can get closer than that, you know,” he told her, amused by her unusually timid nature.  She hesitantly scooted closer to him, until she was near enough for Jughead to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her against his chest.  “That’s better,” he whispered into her hair.  She draped one arm around his torso, the other arm tucked under their now-shared pillow.

“Night, Jug,” she murmured, eyes already closed.  He smiled at her.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

“Oh, Jughead, how is it?” Betty eagerly asked, her face displayed on his laptop screen.  

“It’s been great,” Jughead answered.  

“What restaurants have you tried?” Veronica questioned from her spot next to Betty.

“A bunch,” he vaguely replied.  “(Y/N) is attempting to try every restaurant in New York City.  I think it’s impossible, but she’s determined.”

“Who is (Y/N)?” Archie inquired, popping his head into the camera’s view.  

Jughead laughed, “Where do I begin?  She’s my ‘counterpart’ for the internship.  We’ve become very close.”

“I told you,” Betty grinned. Jughead nodded.

“You were right,” he admitted.  “Right when I met her, I… I don’t know, it just felt like something clicked between us. We’re inseparable.”  Betty’s expression slightly darkened, but Jughead waved it off as a bit off jealousy.

“Ah, you’ve got it bad, bro,” Archie laughed at his best friend.  Jughead rolled his eyes.

“It’s not like that, Arch,” he explained.  “It’s like Betty said, you grow really close to people when you spend so much time together.”

“But you don’t blush when you talk about them,” Veronica noted, pointing out Jughead’s dusty pink cheeks.

“You’re imagining things,” Jughead scoffed.  Betty, Archie, and Veronica shared a knowing glance.

“If you say so,” Veronica sing-songed.  Before Jughead could respond, there was a knock on his door.  A smile subconsciously grew on his face.

“Speaking of (Y/N),” he said, standing up and walking towards the door.  He opened it, and, as expected, (Y/N) stood there.

“Are we going or not, Jug?” she pressed, grabbing his hand.  “I told you the line for the rainbow bagels is super long.  I don’t want to spend all of Saturday waiting for one, even though they’re so fucking pretty.”

“I’m video chatting with my friends right now,” Jughead told her, gesturing towards his open laptop. “Can you wait like five more minutes?”

“Fine,” (Y/N) huffed, crossing her arms.  She stepped into his room, allowing him to close the door behind her.  She followed him as he sat back down in front of his laptop, resting her chin on his shoulder as she peered at the screen. “These are your friends?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “That’s Archie,” he gestured towards the redhead, “the blonde one is Betty, and that one is Veronica.”  (Y/N) smiled at Jughead’s Riverdale friends.

“You must be (Y/N),” Betty smiled.  “Jughead was just talking about you.”

“Of course he was,” (Y/N) joked, nudging his arm.  Jughead playfully shoved her back.

“So how’s it been? Three months with the infamous Jughead Jones?” Veronica inquired with a smirk dancing on her lips.  

“Well it hasn’t been three months quite yet,” (Y/N) corrected her.  “I’ve only gotta deal with this guy for two more weeks.” Jughead’s face slightly deflated as this realization hit him.  “Let me tell you, he’s quite the handful.”

“We know,” Archie laughed. Jughead opened his mouth to say something, but (Y/N) interrupted him.

“Shit, I left my phone in my room!” she exclaimed, standing up.  “I’ll be right back, Jug.”  She turned and faced the laptop.  “It was great talking to you guys.  I hope we can meet sometime!”  She quickly exited Jughead’s room.  Immediately, Veronica, Archie, and Betty bombarded him about (Y/N)

“She’s perfect,” Veronica cooed.  “She’s actually flawless, Jughead.”

“You lucked out, bro,” Archie told him.  “She’s a keeper.”

“She’s absolutely amazing, Jughead,” Betty smiled.  Jughead grinned and shook his head.

“You guys, I told you-”

“Don’t even go there,” Veronica interrupted him.  “That girl is absolutely perfect for you.  The way you two look at each other is… it seems like it’s from a fairytale. You two are soulmates, Jughead.

“She does seem great, Jug,” Archie agreed with her.  “I mean, I’ve never seen you like that with anyone.  No offense, Betty.”

“None taken, Archie,” she waved his comment off.  “They’re right though, Jug.  You never looked at me the way you look at (Y/N).”  Jughead couldn’t think of a clever retort.  “But be careful, Jughead.  Like (Y/N) said earlier, you two only have two more weeks together. If you haven’t done anything up to this point, you might want to consider whether or not it’s worth it to start something now.  Just ask yourself, is it worth the heartbreak that’ll happen when you have to leave her?” She pursed her lips as she watched Jughead’s face darken on her screen.

“Thanks guys,” he said halfheartedly.  “Really, thank you.  I’ll see you all in two weeks.”

Tell me something, tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do
Tell me something just before you go

“Our last day!” (Y/N) exclaimed, prancing into Jughead’s hotel room.  After the video call he had two weeks ago ended, he decided to give her a key to his room.  “Our internship is over, and we have one last night to spend together, Jug.  Out of every place in all of New York City, where do you want to go, Jughead Jones?” she asked seductively, a coy smirk growing on her face.

“I’m feeling burgers tonight,” Jughead answered, trying to stop his expression from deflating.  “And then maybe we can get some cupcakes?”

“I like it!” she grinned. She grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the room, beginning the trek to their favorite restaurant.  “Jesus, I can’t believe it’s been three months already.”

“I know,” he agreed.  “It seems like my plane landed just yesterday.”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) breathed. They spent the rest of their walk in silence, choosing to listen to the bustling New York traffic.  

The waitresses at the restaurant, at this point, knew Jughead and (Y/N) as regulars.  They didn’t even bother giving them menus, knowing exactly what each of them would order.

“You two are my favorites,” the waitress whispered as she set their burgers in front of them.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) grinned. “I’m sorry to say, but it’s our last day here.”

“Oh,” the waitress sighed. “Well, you two better visit.  I don’t know what I’ll do without my favorite regulars.”  She walked away, leaving (Y/N) and Jughead to enjoy their burgers.

“You know,” Jughead noted through a mouth full of burger, “I don’t know how you’ve tried almost every restaurant in New York City while becoming a regular here.”

“Talent, Jug,” she told him, wiping her mouth on a napkin.  “It takes a hell of a lot of talent.”

They finished dinner and went to their favorite bakery to get cupcakes.  On their walk back to the hotel, they fell into silence once again. It wasn’t broken until they entered Jughead’s hotel room.  By now, almost all of (Y/N)’s stuff ended up in here.  They found it easier, rather than constantly having to switch back and forth between rooms to grab their stuff.

“So that was our last day,” (Y/N) claimed, flopping onto the bed.  Jughead stood by the bedside, crossing his arms with an amused smile.

“Unfortunately, it was,” he nodded.  He jumped next to her on the bed, earning a shriek from (Y/N).  He swallowed as he stared at her, knowing what he had to tell her. “Do you remember what you said to me on the first day we met?”

“That I know where to go for whatever you’re craving,” she answered with a grin.  Jughead laughed and shook his head.

“No, the other thing.”

“I hope you’re not an asshole because we’re gonna be stuck together all summer?” she offered.  He shook his head again.


“I called you quick-witted?”


“What is it?” (Y/N) demanded, sitting up so that she was hovering over Jughead as he remained laying down.

“You told me that if we were together any longer than just the summer, I might fall in love with you,” he explained, sitting up so that they were face-to-face.  (Y/N)’s grin slightly faded.

“Oh,” she murmured.  “Yeah, I did say that.”

“You were wrong,” Jughead said, trying to keep his voice steady.  He slowly grabbed her right hand.

“Really?” she asked as her eyes followed Jughead’s hand.

“Betty told me to be careful,” he explained, “because we’re not gonna be together that long.  And she was right.  I mean, why would we risk an immense amount of heartbreak just for the sake of a blissful few weeks together?”  When (Y/N) said nothing, he continued.  “So I figured I could just suck it up and get through the rest of our time together and not say anything.  It was a good plan, but you… you ruined it.”

“Sorry,” she quipped with a small smirk.  Jughead lovingly rolled his eyes.

“No you’re not,” he laughed. “You’re not sorry, and you shouldn’t be. Within the three months we’ve spent together, I’ve grown closer to you than I ever have with anyone else.  Hell, my ex-girlfriend said that we were great together.”

“She did?”

“Yeah,” he responded, grabbing her hands.  “Jesus, (Y/N), I’m in love with you.  I’m fucking in love with you, and it sucks.  It sucks because I don’t know if I’m ever gonna see you again.  And this is gonna cause so much heartbreak, for me at least, and maybe you too.  I just… I can’t keep it from you anymore.  But I also think, deep down, you already knew how I felt.”  Tears clouded (Y/N)’s eyes, and her lips quivered as she quickly enveloped Jughead in a hug.

“Fuck,” she whispered into his neck.  “Fuck, of course I love you, Jughead.”  He pulled himself out of her grip and stared at her, stroking his hand across her cheek. They both leaned in, pressing their foreheads against each other.  Their lips ghosted over each other, only millimeters apart.

“If I kiss you-”

“If you kiss me, everything is gonna go to shit, Jug,” she interrupted him.  He nodded but didn’t pull away.  They sat there like that on his bed on a minute, (Y/N) sitting on Jughead’s lap with her arms around his neck, foreheads touching and lips barely brushing.

The tension grew unbearable, so (Y/N) closed the gap and pressed her lips against his, trying to express what she had been feeling for the past three months.  

Jughead, too, attempted to convey every pent up confession he had, wishing that kisses could speak. He wanted his hands, which were encircling her waist, to tell her how she charmed him with her wit.  He wanted his eyes, which were closed with pleasure, to tell her how beautiful she was, especially when she trudged into his hotel room at three in the morning.  He wanted his lips, which were pressed against hers, to tell her how much he loved her.  He loved her, he loved her, and he wanted to keep saying it for the rest of his life.

For the sake of oxygen, the two pulled apart.  They kept their foreheads resting against each other.  

“Everything’s gone to shit,” (Y/N) whispered, and Jughead burst out into laughter.  (Y/N) followed suit by giggling, and their still-entangled limbs caused them to fall onto the bed so that (Y/N) was laying on top of Jughead. This only caused the pair to laugh harder.  

When their chuckles finally died down, (Y/N) climbed off from on top of Jughead and laid next to him, resting her head on his chest.  She combed her hand through his raven locks.

“I’m sorry that I fell in love with you,” Jughead apologized, kissing the top of her head. They were slowly falling asleep.

“Thank you for falling in love with me,” (Y/N) whispered, eyes fluttering shut.  “It may have all gone to shit, but it was worth it.”

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

Jughead stepped off the plane and saw his dad and friends standing at the gate, excitedly waiting for him.  He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even bother smiling.  Immediately, everyone understood.  

While they were awaiting Jughead’s plane’s arrival, Betty, Veronica, and Archie explained to the rest of the group about (Y/N).  They told them about how Jughead spent three months falling in love with this girl, and they explained that they had never seen Jughead look so smitten before.  

“How was New York, Jug?” FP asked, taking Jughead’s suitcase from him.  Jughead shrugged.

“It was nice.”

“Good food?” he questioned, trying to get his son to open up.  Jughead nodded tiredly.

“Yeah, food was great,” he replied monotonously.

“And the internship?”

“Helpful,” Jughead responded.  “I think it’ll help me improve as a writer.”

“That’s good,” FP said, raking a hand through his hair.  “You had another person with you, right?”  FP noticed Jughead tense up at this.

“Yeah,” he answered quietly. “Yeah, I had a counterpart.”

“What was she like?” Jughead looked up at his dad.

“You already know who it is,” he replied, shaking his head.  “Who told you, Betty?”  FP pursed his lips.

“Yeah, her and Archie and Veronica.  But listen, Jug, you’re going to have your heart broken countless other times.  You’ll get over this girl,” he attempted to comfort Jughead.

“Dad, she wasn’t just a girl,” he protested.  “She was amazing and quick-witted, and I fell in love with her and then everything went to shit.  But the worst part is that it’s okay, because she loved me too.  She fucking loved me, and I kissed her, and now I may never see her again.”

“Well if you loved her that much, you may see her again,” FP shrugged.  “Fate is a tricky thing, son, but the universe seems to cooperate better if you love someone.”

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Fandom: My Hero Academia
Characters: Katsuki Bakugou and Tenya Iida
Genre: Gen
Length: 1240 words
Summary: Iida shares his fries with Bakugou.


based on this post i made about Bakugou and Iida’s relationship. also, i just wanted to write a cute little friendship fic between them, haha.

Bakugou sat crosslegged between Iida and Tsuyu, a characteristically sullen look painted across his face. 

Iida watched him from the corner of his eye, pretending to search through his wallet. 

The others–that is, Uraraka, Todoroki, Midoriya, and Tsuyu–had stopped by a nearby fast food chain and bought some food. Todoroki had kindly shared a meal with Uraraka (too poor to buy her own), and quietly enjoyed his drink as she eagerly gobbled down her burger. Meanwhile, both Midoriya and Tsuyu bought their own meals.

Bakugou, when asked by Midoriya why he hadn’t gotten himself a meal, simply scoffed and refused to give an answer. He’d been quietly pouting ever since, glancing occasionally towards the others and their food.

A quiet growl floated through the air, and Iida’s eyes, once more, moved over to look at the boy pouting next to him.

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Translation from Naruhodo Fanbook

I felt like doing some translation for my own enjoyment so I grabbed my Naruhodo fanbook and picked this amazing scene out from the character blog section in the back. This was written by Takumi Shuu as promo material for the original trilogy back in 2005.

“English Version”

Mayoi: Hey, hey Naruhodo-kun! Did you hear?

Naruhodo: Hear what? You look awfully excited.

M: Apparently we’re finally gonna make our American debut!

N: Oh, you mean the English version, huh?

M: And apparently the setting is, get this, the crime capital, Los Angeles! Isn’t it exciting?!

N: …Don’t let anyone from Los Angeles hear you call their city that. They’ll get mad.

M: Well, they have a saying there: “If you toss a rock into a crowd, it’ll hit a criminal.”

N: You do realize that the second you throw a rock into a crowd, you yourself are a criminal, right?


M: You know, Naruhodo-kun. Something about you just doesn’t do it for me…

N: Wh-what do you mean?

M: It’s your face. It wouldn’t fit the image of “the crime capital.” You’ve gotta at least dye your hair blond.

N: B-blond…?!

M: Ah! Come to think of it, there’s an old saying in my village.

N: Oh, I can’t wait to hear this.

M: Let’s see, they say if you wash your hair with beer, it’ll turn blond!

N: ……..

M: It’s a saying that’s been passed down for years, but no one’s tried it out yet.

N: All you’d need is one person to try it to know whether it’s true… That’s not much of a mystery.

M: Just wait a sec, ok? I’m gonna go buy some beer.

N: ….Um, you know, Mayoi-chan, I feel like I should just give you a heads up.

M: Hmm? about what?

N: You know this doesn’t mean we’ll be going to America ourselves, right?

M: What?! No way! Seriously?!

N: The name of the main character in the English version isn’t even “Naruhodo Ryuuichi”.

M: Aw come on! What’s his name, then?!

N: Um, if I remember correctly, it’s Phoenix Wright.

M: …Your name got changed to “Feenicks”?

N: What’s that face for?

M: I mean, look at you! You don’t look like a “Phoenix” at all.

N: You don’t think so? Personally, I think I’ve got some birdlike qualities.

M: In that case, I think they should’ve gone with “chicken” for you. Chicken lawyer.

N: Mayoi-chan… You’re in a weirdly combative mood today.

M: And you’re not nearly bright enough to earn the name “Light”

N: I’m pretty sure “Wright” and “Light” are two different words. Probably.

M: What about “Rice” instead?

N: Um, what?

M: Forget Phoenix Wright. Go with Chicken Rice.

N: Who the heck would ever name their kid that?

M: Or maybe “Fried” would be good. Chicken Fried.

N: Well, what would your name be, Mayoi-chan?

M: Me? Let’s see… My name’s Mayoi, so how about “Mayonnaise”?

N: …That actually might suit you pretty well.

M: I’m a fan of mayonnaise.

N: Chicken Fried and Mayonnaise… We sound like a pretty high calorie pair.

M: More like a delicious pair.

N: Come to think of it, what do you think Mitsurugi’s name should be?

M: Let’s see… His name is Mitsurugi Reiji, so… How about “Ray G. Mituroogi”?

N: Huh. That’s unexpectedly straightforward.

M: But it gives you a sense of his pickiness, don’t you think? Especially the “Mituroogi” part.

N: Either way, I’m pretty sure they’ll make his name totally different.


M: ……………..

N: ? What’s up? You’re weirdly quiet all of a sudden.

M: I might’ve just thought of something amazing.

N: What’s that?

M: The perfect crime… in Los Angeles.

N: Perfect crime… You?

M: So there’s a lawyer who looks exactly like you over there in the Crime Capital, right?

N: I guess. Mr. Phoenix.

M: So for example, you could go to a restaurant and eat a whole bunch of food, like chicken rice and fried chicken with mayonnaise on it.

N: Yes, I can see it now…

M: Then when the bill comes, you can tell them you forgot your wallet at home. When someone from the staff grabs you by the scruff of your neck, you shout “I AM PHOENIX!”

N: …When I picture that scene, it looks like some serious carnage took place there.M: And then they’ll send the bill to that Attorney Phoenix guy, see?

N: …I feel like attempting a crime like that would get you stoned by someone.

M: And I could eat all the miso ramen I wanted too!

N: Unfortunately, I don’t think they have miso ramen in America.

M: Really? You think? …I wonder what American me’s favorite food is, then.

N: Who knows?

Voice: Excuse meee!

M: Oh, there’s someone at the door. Comingggg!

Delivery man: Um, I have something here for the Naruhodo and Co. Law Offices… Ah, for a Miss Mayoi. Is that you?

M: Y-yes, that’s me. What is it?

D: I work at the restaurant Burger Land, and I have a bill here for you.

M: “15 Triple Burgers at 4,500 yen a piece”… Th-this wasn’t me!

D: Sorry, but it was definitely you. You came to our shop, stuffed your mouth with burgers, and shouted “I AM MAYOI,” spraying food everywhere!

M: …………

N: ………..

M: They got us first, Naruhodo-kun.

N: Sounds like the American you likes burgers, huh?

Some food headcanons
  • Naruto: How about we'll grab some ramen tonight?
  • Boruto: But I want the Yakibasa buns!
  • Naruto: You can eat your junk food with your friends, but it's a family dinner so we are eating a normal food!
  • Boruto: Yakibasa buns ain't no junk food! You eat ramen 24/7, we totally should have something different!
  • Hinata: I guess we are eating at home again...
  • ___________________
  • Choji: What do you want from McDonals?
  • Chocho: I would like 3 Big Macs, 2 big fries, 20 chicken nuggets with BBQ sauce and Diet Coke
  • Karui: Why Diet Coke?
  • Chocho: I'm on diet after all
  • ____________________
  • Sakura: What's for dinner tonight?
  • Sarada: Miso soup
  • Sakura: Could you please add some tomatoes in it?
  • ____________________
  • Shikdai: Ma what's for dinner tonight?
  • Temari: If you and your father are going to pick up your butts and help me, we might actually eat today
  • ____________________
  • Rock Lee: I want to eat curry today
  • TenTen: No freaking way Lee! We ate curry yesterday and my mouth is literally burning from it, please spare my life!
  • TenTen: Metal, you say something!
  • Metal Lee: Maybe some spicy Korean chicken will do?
  • ____________________
  • Orochimaru: Kabuto said that people actually eat snakes
  • Orochimaru: You wanna try some?
  • Mitsuki: Are you seriously going to eat your own kind?
Got7 Reaction: Girlfriend Bringing Food Over
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Upon seeing you come into the JYP Dance studio, Mark would be shocked to see you here as it was already really late at night. Mark quickly comes over to help you carry the food while passing it out to the rest of the Got7 members. He’d praise you quietly that all the food is only so delicious because it’s made out of “LOVE” (for him only), and thanks you sincerely for cooking all the food and delivering it to him.

“The food is really good. Thank you so much, babe.”


Jaebum would jump at the sound of the door closing at the JYP recording room, he was so focused on writing his lyrics, he wouldn’t even notice you slipping into the room with bags of dinner. Jaebum would be really touched but he’d eat quietly and polish everything. Jaebum would probably also be a little mad at himself for causing you to come out alone so late just to deliver him food. 

“Sorry for making you come all the way, thank you. Wait for me to finish up so we can go home together.”


Jackson would squeal the sight of you coming into the got7 dorm with bags of delivery fried chicken. He runs over to you, completely ignoring the “meeting” he currently is with his members. Jackson would have a hard time trying to share food with the rest of his members because it’s FRIED CHICKEN his GIRLFRIEND bought for HIM. You’d laugh at his childishness and share to the rest of got7. The “meeting” eventually just kind of turns into a huge dinner banquet.

“I love fried chicken, but I love you more, baby. Thank you.”


The moment Jinyoung sees you walking into the movie set, he tears up a little as lord know how much stress he’s under with this new movie production and on top of that, he was hungry. Jinyoung would feel so blessed in his heart as you walk towards him with a small smile on your face and he sees the familiar lunch box bag that contains his dinner. He’d give you a small hug and sit you down on his director’s chair and have small quiet talks with you while having his dinner.

“Thank you, so, so much.”


Youngjae would beam at the sight of you entering the waiting area of the JYP Recording room while he was recording for his SoundCloud. He’d wave at you effortlessly while hitting the highest note of the song. He’d do so well that he’d finish recording in a few more tries. He rushes to you and hugs you tight as a thank you before wolfing down the dinner.

“You’re the absolute best! Let’s go home together after I finish!”

Bam Bam:

Bam Bam has always been the chief between the both of you and it was really rare that you’d cook proper meals instead of desserts for him. You arrive to the JYP Dance studio a little nervous about the food as Bam Bam was going to be late. Bam Bam is surprised to see you delivering him food in the middle of midnight and when he tastes your cooking, he’s even more shocked at how good everything tastes.

“Baby, you should cook for me more often! This is really good! Did you follow my recipe for the Tong Yam Kong??”


Yugyeom would be so blessed to eat your home-cooked food. During the comeback period, he’s been eating nothing but take-out delivery. He’d wolf down the food as he nodded and mumbled praises with his mouth completely full. His eyes are shining at how good the food is and how he’s so incredibly grateful to have you deliver yourself and amazing food to him.

“Mhmm– *This is really good* – Mhm mhmm hmmhm mhmmmh mhmm – *I haven’t had your food* – mhmm mhhhm hmmhm – *in so long*”


request: “Could you do a George x reader where reader is an American Ilvermorny transfer and she is going to the burrow and meeting his family for the first time and is really worried about meeting them because she’s doesn’t know how they would react to him dating an American” — by anon

a/n: another george imagine, yaaas! thank you for requesting this because i’ve been thinking of making an imagine like this as well and was happy when someone requested. hope you like it. x


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Fish out of Water pt2

Humans are weird, and when you get the chance to get to know one and understand them better, you take it. But there are rules about interfering with human affairs, and breaking them might come at a higher price than you were willing to pay.

Part 1

Reader x Yoongi

Mermaid Au

Fluff, humor, maybe some angst? Not much though.

Yoongi waited on the beach with two disposable cups of coffee in his hands. The sun had gone down several hours ago, and as soon as he got off work he ran to the nearest coffee shop before hurrying back to the beach. When he opened his eyes earlier that day, he was lying flat in the sand, his clothes and hair soaking wet. He had then wandered home, still dripping wet (Jimin was quite concerned) thinking over what he had seen and what had happened. You must have saved his life—again—after he fainted in the water. That, or he had completely lost his mind.

Either way, finding out that you were a mermaid meant that he could not take you out for coffee after all, or take you out anywhere for that matter. But he had to do something to say thank you, and he had no idea what mermaids liked so he couldn’t buy you a gift. Throughout his whole shift at the restaurant on the pier, he had gone between questioning your existence and questioning how impossible it would be to get to know a mermaid. Finally, he settled on buying coffee and hoping that you would come back at all—then he could figure out what to do next.

He didn’t really expect to see you again—surely if humans didn’t know that mermaids were real, it was that way for a reason. You had already saved his life twice, it didn’t seem quite fair for him to expect you to be there a third time. But there he was, sitting with his toes buried in the sand waiting for a mermaid that might not ever return (or exist).

“What are you doing here? Haven’t you almost drowned enough for a while?” You asked, your head peaking around a column at him.

Yoongi smiled, relief washing over him. “I didn’t know if you would be here, but I wanted to apologize for earlier, and thank you again. I brought you coffee, but…Do mermaids drink coffee?” It had just occurred to him, and he wished he had done some googling before seeing you again.

“I don’t know.” You said, swimming closer. “I guess we’ll find out.” You sat mostly out of the water, your tail splashing lightly as you got comfortable. Yoongi scooted closer so he was sitting next to you, still completely in wonder of your existence and trying to comprehend what was happening. 

“It’s a caramel macchiato.” He said as he handed you the cup he bought for you.

“I thought you said it was coffee?” You asked, taking the cup and sniffing it. Yoongi nodded, realizing that you must not know much about the human world.

“It is, it’s just… A fancy kind of coffee.” Yoongi watched as you took the lid off to examine the drink. “Can I ask you something?” He asked after a second. He was trying very hard not to stare at your tail, and preoccupied himself with his own drink.

“I wouldn’t be here if I minded talking to you, so go ahead.” You confirmed. You still hadn’t tried the coffee, but watched as Yoongi sipped his own.

“Are there more… Uh, Mer…people?” It sounded ridiculous out loud, but it was too late to take it back now.

“Oh yes.” You nodded emphatically. “Lots. There are several kingdoms, my father rules one of them.” You said it offhandedly, and Yoongi couldn’t tell how serious you were being.

“Your father is King of the Merpeople?”

“One of them.” You corrected, imitating how he drank his coffee down to the tilt of his head. He watched as some of it poured down your front, and was grateful that it was no longer hot at least. “Oh.” You said, then laughed. “It looked so easy when you did it!”

Yoongi realized that you lived underwater, of course you didn’t drink things. He felt dumb for not realizing it earlier, and was about to apologize when you started talking again.

“I really like this stuff. It’s weird, and makes quite a mess, but it has such an interesting flavor…” You gave him a thumbs-up. “I declare that mermaids do indeed drink coffee! Or, whatever this is.” You brought the cup up to your lips once more, but this time just stuck your tongue in it. “This is a much less-messy way of consuming it.” You informed him, and Yoongi laughed despite himself—maybe it was nerves, he had never met a mermaid—never even imagined that he would—before the previous night.

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Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester (mentioned)

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: This is pure smut guys!!! Excessive masturbation (I blame Dean!), voyeurism, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up guys!), semi explicit gif under the cut   

Wordcount: 2800ish

A/N: I blame Steph aka @torn-and-frayed and Scar aka @salvachester for this!!! It is inspired by Shaggy’s it wasn’t me but I went with masturbation instead of cheating!

And once again thank you to my amazing beta Erin @blacktithe7 - go read her stuff she iw awesome!!

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***


Seriously how long could it take to shower! You hated sharing motel rooms with the Winchesters when you were on hunts, which they didn’t seem to get.

“We are under one roof in the bunker. So why not here?”

Which was true in a way. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy their company, and it made working on the case easier if you were in one room. They were always respectful of your privacy, and the brothers took turns sleeping on the couch. That way you always had a bed, but the close quarters were driving you nuts.

The boys bickered over everything which wasn’t new, but you hardly had any place to escape too. At least in the bunker you had your room. Sam left his clothes everywhere. Dean snorted when he laughed. Sam tossed and turned in his sleep, and Dean sometimes talked in his. After almost 3 weeks in the same room with them, you were going insane.

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My Childhood Obesity Storylines

All this talk about childhood obesity made me want to share my story with you.

I’m 24 years old now, and I weigh less now than when I was 10 years old.

I grew up in a house where “Eat everything on your plate” was a motto and a mantra. We wouldn’t be allowed to leave the table until our plates were licked clean. The problem was that the portions we were being served were massive. We had at least 3-4 cups of rice per meal. It would be piled so high that it would look like a little hill on the plate. The rice would have butter and oil added to it. The chicken, fish, and meat were always fried. Always. We had no vegetables. It was literally a pile of greasy rice with grease laden protein on top. And it was deliciously addictive.

For snacks we would have crisps, ice cream, biscuits, and chocolate. It was never portioned out. It was all just laid out in front of us and we were told to eat as much as we wanted.

Now imagine not being taught how to listen to your body’s hunger and satiety clues and then given the opportunity to eat as much junk as you wanted.

Eating and giving food is a huge part of my culture. It is how we show love towards one another. It’s how we show people that we care about them. This is a big factor in why we were fed this way and why we have such distorted thoughts about food.

Not surprisingly, we were all fat. We were sluggish, lazy, and listless. Our hobbies consisted of reading and playing video games. We didn’t play any sport.

Then the teasing started. Our parents would make fun of us for being so fat (they were also fat themselves). And yet they never ever changed a single thing in our lifestyle. Yeah like a 9 year old can control her own weight when she’s eating garbage food. As if a 9 year old can count her calories and choose fruit over chocolate — especially seeing as how we were never taught that chocolate was a special treat and not something to be eaten all day every day.

They used to encourage us to get second, third, and fourth helpings whenever we finished out plates. Then when we got “too fat”, they started telling us off. “Stop eating so much you are gonna explode! Look at how massive your stomach is! You look pregnant!” Imagine hearing that as a child. The worst thing is that they would shout at us while they themselves were getting extra helpings of food and getting fatter and fatter.

My younger brother has a BMI of 55. Yes. Fifty-five. My parents make fun of him and tell him to stop eating so much junk. How? How can you tell him to stop eating the way he was raised on?! And how can you say all these things and then tell him off for not finishing everything on his plate?!

The “Clean your plate” mentality lived on with me throughout my entire life. I just can’t get rid of it. I had a BMI of 34. I cook my own meals now. I still do “finish my plate” but this time I pile my plate high in steamed and roasted veg. I measure my protein, fats, and carbs. Instead of ice cream and biscuits for snacks I have fruit and vegetables. I had to reprogram my brain. I slimmed down to a BMI of 22.3. It was so difficult. It would have been so much easier if I didn’t have these shitty irresponsible thoughts about eating.

Childhood obesity more often than not develops to adult obesity. Parents are responsible for their children’s health.

- Do not overfeed your children.
- Do not use food as a reward, children are not dogs.
- Do not give them too much food and then say “It’s because I love you so much”, you are teaching your child to equate food with love.
- Feed them appropriate amounts of food. Let them see and learn what appropriate amounts of food are.
- Teach them portion control.
- Teach them to listen to hunger and satiety clues.
- Teach them what healthy foods are and what makes them healthy.
- Provide them with healthy food and snacks.
- For the love of GOD do not force them to finish their plate.

I had a crappy relationship with food. I still kinda do. But I’m older and wiser and can make my own decisions. It’s a struggle. Please do not do this to your children. Please.

French Fries (Crush x Reader)

Warnings: fluff~

Word Count:  688 words

Prompt: Nah

Notes: B/F/N is best friend’s name, B/F/C is best friend’s crush.

Summary: What could be better than eating french fries with your crush?


You loved food.

Whether it was a slice of pizza, fresh biryani, or just a plain sandwich, you loved eating food. You’d literally walk a mile if you were promised a free all-you-can-eat buffet at the end. In fact, you loved food so much, you would honestly choose food over your friends, over your studies, over anything and everything.

You loved food so much, it was a surprise when you woke up so late, you skipped breakfast and forgot to pack a lunch. Worse still, you forgot your wallet at home, leaving your only one option.

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The car clashed embarrassingly with the neon lights that came from the bulbs that were hooked from over the diner roof. It made Eddies eyes burn and caused him a few minutes of rapid blinking to adjust. But he kept his palms flat against the hood, kicking his feet back and forth. His eyes watched the motion, sparing his own shoes a sideways glance. His mother had spent at least an hour tearing apart one of the local shoes stores for them not a week ago. But the dirt was already spreading from the underside and would only get worse. He would continue to silently wonder how Stan kept all of his shoes pristine when they walked the same Barrens, he would never actually voice such a useless question. He darted his eyes across the swirled font that went round the entirety of the building. ‘Pizza-Soft Drinks-Pies-Hamburgers-fries’  all foods Eddie had heard lectures against….at least twice…each. He sighed and rolled his head back, cracking his neck in the process. From his view, he spotted his friends huddled round the circular table, a red and white umbrella spouted from the center. He’d assured them that he was just in no mood to watch them eat when he was so full…which was a lie. Well, he was in no mood but not because he was full. In fact what his mother fed him was something he could barely regard as semi-filling. But as it seemed, Eddie had a new health hang up every week and his latest was being sick to his stomach for no reason leading him to lose his appetite. 

It wasn’t easy to be ignored in the Losers club…not at all. Each of his friends spared him a fleeting glance or two, hoping he’d feel better or join them. He could tell they were all aware that he wasn’t openly sharing all to what was bothering him. And they all had that look in their eyes like they were waiting for him to gently put his heart back on his sleeve. Eddie would wait patiently for it too. He heard some rustling and glanced up in time to catch Richie excusing himself. He approached Eddie a little skittishly but pushed his glasses, that were so thick you could drink coke from them, up his nose.”Missin’ some good chucks, Eds.” he began with a chuck of his own.  

Eddie nodded and then shrugged, Richie looked around for a few seconds before noticing a shiver run its course up Eddies back. Slowly, he slumped his personalized jacket over Eddies shoulders. In black fuzzy lettering across back read ‘Tozier’ sewn by Mike as a gift. Eddie made a face to suggest it had cooties but didn’t shrug it off…it was pretty cold. For a moment he thought Richie would sit down next to him but instead Richie held out his hand and Eddie took it. He only moved them to the inside of the car and turned the heat on. He turned the radio on, Eddie recognized the gesture as one of Richie’s own hang ups, a distaste of silence. He had expected him to listen to that am comedy station he liked but as if the presence of other peoples humor threatened him, he quickly switched to a music station.

 “Y’know Eds if you don’t eat enough than there won’t be much skin for me to pinch on your cheeks.” Richie chuckled and threw his head to the side to face Eddie on the bench seat. so he’d noticed. 

Eddie clicked his tongue “Maybe that’s a good thing.” he smiled but then shook his head. “It’ll pass in a week or so..y’know the drill.” they all knew the drill. He glanced in the rear view mirror, glimpsing briefly at the rest of the five still at the table. Their heads snapped back to each other as if Eddie wouldn’t notice they had been watching. He rolled his eyes with a smirk. The radio peeked white light into the dark red of the car. The interior seats blended it within their own white scheme, but it reflected nicely on the red trimming. Richie cleared his throat and Eddie cocked his head to his side, expecting another joke but was soon to find out how wrong he was. 

Instead, Richie’s lips were flat against his. Eddie might call it the shock of his life, had he led a normal childhood to teenage life. It was warm…and wet. Eddie screwed his face up in confusion and Richie pulled off. Eddie chuckled to himself and Richie seemed to take offense or maybe he was just worried. 

“That wasn’t a joke, Eds.” 

“I know. I know” Eddie settled his giggling and turned back to Richie with a smile. “I just know what my new hang up is gonna be.” 

“What?’ Richie asked, clueless, Eddie enjoyed the look on his face momentarily.  

“You.” Eddie was almost embarrassed to utter something so cheesy but it lit Richie’s face up immediately so he wouldn’t take it back. Eddie allowed Richie to awkwardly scoot closer and not so subtlety put his arm across the bench, just so happens Eddie was next to him. He rolled his lips and took a glance out the windshield and the neon lights glimmered over the car hood, maybe it wasn’t so clashing but appealing. 

Me VS Overeating

I eat when I’m bored, when I’m happy, when I’m sad, when I’m stressed…I eat whenever there is food within my reach. One bite turns into a frenzy that I cannot will myself to stop. I wish I could say this problem has gotten better over time, but to this day I struggle with it.

Going out to eat can be so bad. I go in telling myself that I am going to pack half of the ginormous portion away for the next day, but next thing I know I’ve shoveled the entire meal into my mouth and somehow found something extra to eat. Next thing I know, I’m over 1,000 calories deep into the one meal and my idea that the day has been ruined has entered my mind. 

With this mindset hatched in my mind, the rest of the day is pretty much just a frenzy of eating whatever food I can get my hands on. Calories don’t count when you’ve already ruined the day, right?

Chips, cookies, muffins, pasta, anything that I would not normally eat in surplus. Anything that I consider even slightly unhealthy. I eat as if I will never eat those foods again, even though I know I will. 

I think to myself that if I eat all of these foods when I’ve already been bad, maybe I won’t want them so much when I’m trying to eat completely healthy. If I eat ice cream and waffles with a side of pickles and fries maybe, just maybe, I won’t want those foods anymore. But let’s face it, that’s simply not true. I love those foods, and I’m always going to love those foods. And there’s nothing wrong with that in the slightest. 

What’s funny though, is that if I eat healthy for an entire day I don’t have this urge to eat everything in sight. If I start off my day with a healthy breakfast, I’m often really dedicated to keeping the day healthy. 

I am, in most cases, really horrible with self control. Once it’s gone, it’s gone and there’s no getting it back until the next day when I can start fresh and new. This is a major issue for me, and something I truly need to work on. 


trouble simon minter imagine

Simon minter imagine

a/n hi i really want to start writing more and so i am writing this imagine. It would help to have feedback on it and if anyone wants to request anything feel free to.

Summary: when y/n goes away for a couple of days leaving simon alone which both of yours 4 year old daughter who he one night takes over to the rest of the sidemen and some trouble is cause.

Word count: 1.8k

In the 4 years since you and Simon had welcomed daughter into the world you had only left them alone for a couple of weekends when you had to go away for work or when Simon would make you go away for girls weekend. He always looked after you as well as his precious daughter, Ariana, he always wanted you to have fun with your friends like you allow him.

So when he found out that you had a few days off work he booked you a hotel for you and a couple of friends to stay in, relax and not have to worry about waking up at 6:30 to make breakfast or having a little toddler running you around. You didn’t mind, you loved hanging around with Ari and Simon they keep you going and you and simon are planning on having more children soon in the future.

The only thing you didn’t like about leaving them is that well… things don’t always go well. The first time you left to go on a business trip you came home you find your daughters left arm wrapped in bandages after she had fallen over running and landed in some broken glass, leaving her with 3 stitches and a deep cut on her arm, now just sits a scar about 3cm long.

The second time you had a trip it came to an end early when you got a phone call from Josh saying that the simon had given himself a small break on his ankle, from playing football and couldn’t look after Ariana on his own as someone needed to help look after him.

And the last time you left them alone you came home to you house being a complete mess most of the junk food being eaten, a few broken picture frames as they had ‘accidently been hit when daddy was being my horse’ and ‘it was raining outside so we played football inside’. You then spent 2 days tidying up while simon caught up on videos and energy. Ariana likes to think that she helped but she mostly just sat or danced to the music playing in the background.

After you said you farewells to Ariana and gave Simon his warning about what would happen if things went wrong you hoped into the car with your friends driving away, you look in the mirror and see the 2 high fiving “I bet £10 we won’t make it the whole way through the weekend without a call from them”

Once your car turned the corner Ariana ran into you 3 bedroom house letting out a squeal as she ran to the kitchen simon hot on her heals.

Going straight to the island in the middle of your modern kitchen she made grabby hands up indicating that she wanted Simon to help the little girl up. Lifting her up with ease she reaches for the bowl of sweets that you leaving in the middle for guest and for you to have a sneaky one every once in awhile. Her and Simon spend a couple of minutes in silence eating the sweets before Ariana speaks up.

“I’m gonna miss mummy but we’re gonna have so much fun” she giggles starting to get a sugar high. Simon grins before grabbing the wrappers and putting them in the bin.

“What do you wanna do?” Simon asks the little girl who chewing on her third starburst. After thinking for a minute she starts to smile coming up with her own idea of fun.

“Can we go to the Sidemen house” she asks loving the way her ‘uncles’ are around her. They spoil her, giving her sweets, hugging her, letting her go on the gym equipment, with help by them and they always let her be in charge of the tv.

Her favourite is Josh as him and Freya take her for days out, they get her the biggest birthdays and Christmas presents, he lets her go on his computer and when she was a baby she would pull his beard and he wouldn’t care.

Simon agrees and takes them to put on their shoes and coats as it’s started to rain outside. Ariana runs upstairs and grabs her favorite bunny rabbit, that Josh and Freya got her when she was born, she refuses to fall asleep without it and has always taken it to the sidemen house as it’s the only place you allow her to take it not wanting her to lose it anywhere else. The too walk the short distance to Simon car and get in. Ariana love driving with her dad as he puts her car seat in the front letting her see the whole of the road and see her dad driving.

After singing multiple songs from frozen and the 2 singing along they arrive at the sidemen house. After Simon helped Ariana out the car she ran straight to the door jumping up and down waiting for her dad to come with his spare key to unlock the door. After what feels like more time that it did for Ariana the doors gets unlocked and she runs straight un to the living room to start her hunt for the boys. Having no luck there she runs to the kitchen still not finding the boys.

“Daddy can I go upstair to find uncle josh” she yells to her dad who has only just got to the kitchen. Without waiting for a proper answer there was a patter of little shoes running up the stairs. Running round to Josh’s room she knocks on the door twice waiting hoping for Josh to open the door revealing himself.

“Uncle Josh!” she scream hoping for Josh to hear her. After some shuffling the other side of the door it opens to Arianas delight and she is greeted with a wide armed Josh. He lifts her up and gives her a tight hug her wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his stomach.

Finally when Ariana loosened her grip Josh carries her back downstairs to Simon who was now joined by Vikk.

“VIKK” Ariana screams at him yet still hanging onto Josh giving him a ringing in his ear. Placing her down she runs across the kitchen straight into his arms. With the 2 exchanging a hug they all head into the living room. All sitting in the sofa and after many pleads for Ariana they end up watching Frozen.

“Ari do you want a drink” Simon asks her. Nodding her head and not taking her eyes if the tv that her and Vikk are so engrossed in watching. About Half way through the film Ariana finally takes her eyes of the film due to the annoying sound of pinging that Joshes phine was making.

“Excuse me Josh but i’m trying to watch the film and no phones aloud” she says sassily. Josh silenced his phone and place it on the coffee table putting his hands up in surrender.

Once the film had finished and Ariana was full up with sugar due to the amount of junk food and fizzy drink she had previously drunk, she had a lot of energy that needed to be released and quickly before she burst with excitement.

“ how about we play some football or with the nerf guns?” Josh suggests.

“Gun. Nerf guns”Ariana says getting up out of her space on the sofa. Josh takes her hand and they go to the storage cupboard getting 4 guns out. A little on for Ariana and 3 bigger ones for the boys.

“Are we doing teams?” asks Vikk. Deciding with Josh and Ariana vs Simon and Vikk they divide. Ari and Josh run up stair while Simon and Vikk stay downstairs.

“3..2..1.. GO!” shouts Ariana aiming her gun and trying to shot the boys below her missing mostly but that was made up by Josh hitting them most of the time. And that’s when the trouble happened, Simon who was aiming for Josh was laughing at Vikk being hit in the head and wasn’t looking where he was shooting resulting in Ariana getting hit in the eye. When the screams of pain were heard the rest of the house filled with silence.

Simon dropped his gun and ran up the stairs to his crying daughter.

“I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to do it i was trying to his Uncle Josh” Simon say quickly hugging his crying daughter picking her up and rocking her in his arms.

Taking her to the kitchen Vikk gets some ice out the freezer and wraps it in a tea towel handing it to Simon to place it over Arianas eye. Her whales turn into soft whimpers and the tears dry on her cheeks.

“It’s cold” she moans with a giggle. The boys let out a chuckle and Simon looks at the clock.

“Maybe we should head home now” Simon says to Ari and although she didn’t want to leave she nods her head. Crawling across the island she hugs Vikk and Josh. Simon picks her up and grabs her shoes and coat taking her to the car. They wave to the boys as they drive home. They enter the quiet house and eat the greasy McDonalds they brought on the way home.

“If mum asks why u have a black eye just say you fell over okay” Simon says to the girl who was shoving multiple fries into her mouth.

“It’s going to cost you” she says with an innocent smile on her face. Simon looks at her with a confused look and questions her.

“You let me stay up past bedtime and we watch tangled” Ariana say before picking up her burger and eating it.

“You’re just like you mum” Simon say remembering all the times she would make them stay up late cuddling on the sofa watching films and eating junk food. “But i guess we could but you can’t tell mum she come home tomorrow” Simon says giving in.

After eating and bath time the 2 cuddle up on the sofa with you favorite blanket covering the two from the cold air. Tangled started playing and Ariana sung to all the song Simon smiling down at her. By the end of the film all the popcorn had been eaten and the two were asleep worn out from the day.

You returned in the morning seeing the two asleep on the sofa covered by your blanket and then you saw Ariana’s black eye walking closer you take a better look but not wanting to wake them you leave them asleep to question them later.

“I don’t think I will be going away again anytime soon.” You mumble to yourself.

This is my first imagine i hope its okay i would love feedback.


Like That Part 3 // Shawn Mendes

Authors note: HERE IT IS … PART 3 I’m so excited also this has minor swearing

“What are you doing here?” I ask, my eyes wide in shock while Luke looks between us in a confused manor.

“I’m getting food,” Shawn chuckles, shrugging his shoulders. “Its been a while and I was hoping to run into you,”

“I didn’t,” I murmur, looking away from him, scowling. Luke catches my eye and he raises an eyebrow questionably.

“Luke, this is my ex Shawn,” I introduce them, smiling stiffly at Shawn. Luke nods once at Shawn who simply glances at him and then returns his gaze to me.

“Bit fancy for McDonald’d don’t you think Y/n?” Shawn asks, gesturing to my dress.

“We came from a club, Shawn, although when you say that, it reminds me that some things never change,” I glare at him, annoyed at how fast he went back to judging me.

“Hey, I was just making conversation,” He raises his hands in defense. 

“Yeah,” I whisper, letting the silence fill the space.

“Well Y/n,” Luke coughs, bringing the attention to him instead of the tense energy between Shawn and I. “Time to be getting home?” He questions, tilting his head slightly as if asking ‘if you want to leave I’m giving you an open window’.

Smiling gratefully at him, I take the opportunity. 

“You’re right, sorry Shawn but we have to go,” I try to move out of the booth but he blocks my way.

“I want to talk to you,” He demands, placing one hand on the table and the other on the top rail of the chair. 

“I’m busy and quite frankly I don’t want to hear what you have to say,” I spit, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Y/n,” He says lowly, eyebrows pinched in anger. 

“Fine,” I relax back in my seat, starring at the floor in silent rage. 

“I want you back,” The out of the blue statement produces a laugh from me and I meet his eyes, hoping he was kidding.

“You’re joking right?” I scoff, nudging him out my way. “I don’t have time for pranks Shawn.”

“I’m not kidding. When you walked away from me that night, I realized what an idiot I had been to you,” He grabs my hand as if his touch would help persuade me to be with him again.

“Aww,” I coo at him, faking tenderness. “Too bad I’m not interested in you anymore,”

He blinks. “What do you mean?” A scowl takes over his face.

“I don’t want to be with you. You treated me like crap and I’m going to find someone who knows how to show someone they supposedly love, that they love them,”

“Its because of him, isn’t it?” Shawn blurts out, pointing at Luke whose still sitting in the booth, watching us with his elbows propped up on the table and his chin resting on his hands. 

His eyes widen and he leans back, uncomfortable with Shawn’s angry leer.

“It is not because of Luke, Shawn. It’s because you’re a dick and I don’t want to be with you,” I snap.

“You know what?” Shawn seethes, hands clenched angrily. “You’re acting completely juvenile and I don’t have to hear some stuck up bitch call me a dick,” 

Luke suddenly gets up, standing next to me and placing a comforting hand on my waist.

“Look man, what you just said confirms that you definitely are a dick,” He shrugs, smirking slightly just to annoy Shawn further.

“This is none of your business,” Shawn hisses, taking a step forward.

“It is if you’re calling my girlfriend a stuck up bitch,” Luke snaps back, tugging me closer and I try not to laugh at Shawn’s shocked expression.

“Girlfriend?” Shawn splutters. 

“Bye Shawn,” I call, tugging Luke behind me as I walk towards the exit, giggling once my back is facing him.

“I’m not done,” Shawn calls, regaining his composure.

“We are,” I shout back over my shoulder, Luke draping his arm around my waist as we walk through the sliding doors.

Its silent for a moment as we make our way back up the street towards the club. 

“Thanks for helping me out,” I murmur, looking up at him.

“All good,” He looks down at me, grinning. “I won’t ask what that was about because from what I heard I can pretty much guess, if you want to talk bout it however, I’ve been told I’m a very good listener,”

“Are you?” I laugh, despite the chilly air my skin feels heated.

“I am,” his hand squeezes my hip softly and my stomach flips in response.

“Maybe if you picked me up, say tomorrow night at around 7, we could go to this really nice restaurant near my house and we could get a table,” I pause, looking up at him again to see him eyeing me already.

“A table huh?” 

I nod, “and we could sit down, I could talk and you could use those amazing listening skills of yours,” He laughs when I say this, his eyes crinkling at the outer corners which was an action that I found quite endearing.

“Then our food would come and we could eat and then you’d drop me home” I trail off and he chuckles.

“You want a lift home?” He asks, pausing by a black jeep whose lights flash once when Luke presses a button on a set of keys. 

“Yeah, thanks,” I slide into the passenger seat and Luke starts the car. 

“This is sounding awfully lot like a date,” 

“Thats because it would be,” I grin at him, my fingers pulling the seat belt over my body. 

“I did let you eat all the fries,” He teases, pulling out onto the road.

“You also called me your girlfriend so that technically gives me a free pass to a date,” 


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Vampires Will Never Hurt You - pt 2

Originally posted by theseoks

Jin had been away for two weeks. He didn’t say anything once he came back either.

He just walked into class, took a seat next to you and put an arm around your shoulder. He put two fingers under your chin and brought your lips to his.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered in your ear before leaning back, paying attention to the board once the professor came into the room.

What could you say at this point?

Everyday you told yourself he had to have a good reason for leaving.

An hour and a half passed by and the professor finally called for fifteen minute break. You began to get up from your chair but he wrapped his arms around your waist and glued your body to his.

You could sit on his lap for hours and he wouldn’t get uncomfortable.

Also, you wouldn’t be able to escape his grip no matter how hard you tried.

You flushed, embarrassed by the stares and glances from your classmates. “Jin.” You complained quietly.

He didn’t let go.

Soon most of the class left to get snacks or drinks to make it through the rest of the lecture.

“Jin.” You placed your hands over his and he let go.

Sitting back down in your chair, you faced him for the first time since he left.

He stared back at you, watching your movements.

You wanted to ask him why he left and to where but really, you were just glad to see him again. His golden brown eyes melting your heart each time they looked into yours.

“I don’t want to talk about it here. I’m glad you’re back though. I missed you.”

“I’m hungry Y/N.” He said seriously and you saw him swallow.

You didn’t realize before that his grip although strong, it wasn’t as strong as usual. You took his hand and quickly led him out the room.

There was a lab room, empty and unlocked. He covered the door with an oversized poster and locked the door. He rest his forehead against the door and took a deep breath.

“Why didn’t you feed before coming?” You asked, prepping yourself.

“It’s been weeks.” He said turning around. His veins had already turned grey under his skin and his eyes were dark now. “I haven’t fed since I left and I didn’t want to kill anyone so I just waited to see you again.”

“Come here.” You pulled him to you and wrapped your arms around him. His fangs bit into your neck with a sharp pain but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

He kept feeding and you sank back into one of the countertops, lacing your fingers into his hair and biting your lips shut.

Maybe he needed more than a pint.

When he pulled away he placed his fingers over the puncture wounds and grabbed your bag. Looking through it he found the tiny round stickers he gave you that were practically like a second flesh. They hid the wounds perfectly.

He also pulled out the water bottle and took a sip then handed it over. You took it from his hands gratefully, drinking the whole thing in one shot.

He kissed your cheek and then down your jaw.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” He breathed causing you to smile.

“I’m still mad.” You replied, nonetheless holding onto him and feeling lethargic.

“Can you walk to class? I’ll get you something from the vending machines.”

You nodded and made your way to the door.

“Hey.” He said making you stop to look back at him.

He walked towards you and kissed your lips gently. “I missed you too.” He said seriously.

You couldn’t help but smile and place a hand on his cheek. “I’m not that mad at you Jin. It just sucks being away from you.”

“I know.” He agreed. “Even for just a moment.”

He took your hand and kissed it but as you stared into his eyes you saw how sorry he still was.

During class you could’ve fallen sleep in your chair but Jin made sure you ate the candy and snacks he brought.

Your energy started to come back and class came to an end quickly. The bad thing was, you would need to review the textbook once you got home because you couldn’t concentrate on the lecture anymore, only on Jin.

Even now you felt like the other girls, stealing glances at him, admiring his features.

You still blushed bright red when he winked at you.

“Come on, let’s go eat. We have to get some real food into you.” He took your bag and held your hand as he led you out the school.

Secretly, you liked the new found status being with Jin gave you. Before, no one would bother asking you how your day was, if you needed the notes from last class, or if you saw last week’s episode of the new mystery drama everyone was watching now.

But at the same time all this attention was just artificial. It was the result of your relationship with Jin, nothing else.

Making friends at this age, it wasn’t supposed to be hard. Somehow you coasted your way through these past few years of school without making any significant friendships. Suddenly, with Jin it felt easier to make friends…or fake friends but at least people gave you some respect. All because of him.

“So where did you go?” You asked after the waiter took your order of hamburger and fries while Jin asked for the sampler.

He didn’t have to eat and he wasn’t hungry obviously, but human food would keep the blood in his system longer. So long as he ate human foods he wouldn’t need to feed for another week.

“Home.” He began.

Instantly you felt sad for him.

For Jin, home wasn’t a place he liked going back to. It was hell.

It was where he died, and where he was brought back to life. You never wanted to hear the story again but he had to tell you at least once every year. Just to come to terms with his new self.

He couldn’t tell anyone else.


“You killed him.”

“Jin. What am I supposed to do?” Taehyung cried.


“They’ll know it was me. Even if I run.”

He was right. Jin looked at his friend. He was scared. His shirt and hands were covered with blood.

Taehyung was a good person, not a murderer. Yet he killed his own father and Jin knew that it didn’t matter if it was self defense, Taehyung had killed someone.

Who would believe his story? His own sister looked at him with fear and ran. The sister he was protecting, now afraid of him.

He didn’t deserve this.

Jin looked at his friend and felt just as lost. All of this, it was happening so fast.

“That shaman, the one who warned all of us. He might be able to help. He knew this was going to happen. Remember?”

“How? How can he help me?” Taehyung questioned.

Jin picked him up. “I don’t know but hurry. We don’t have much time before your sister tells someone.”

“I didn’t say goodbye to her.” He struggled against Jin.

“You can’t. You can never go back. I’m trying to help you Tae, come on.”

As much as Taehyung protested, Jin dragged him away, muffling his screams and cries.

This shaman, he could help. Jin knew there was something up with him since the day they met. He had to know why this was all going on.

It was at the docks, the air was cloudy and it seemed like it was going to rain again. Everyone was there, Taehyung, Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon.

They were kicking around a ball, making noise when the shaman came out from one of the boats and onto the dock.

He was dressed in a dark brown robe with feathers and he walked really slowly to the point that Jin didn’t know whether he was coming towards them of heading past them until he came to a stop before them.

The ball bounced towards him and rolled to his feet.

The man kicked the ball into the water with an energy that seemed abnormal for his sloth like movements.

“What the hell man?” Jimin tried to see if he could reach the ball but it was floating away.

“You gonna pay for that?” Jungkook went up to the man and stared him down.

“This is my property, now leave!” He yelled.

“You don’t own the docks.” Hoseok and the rest of them went to Jungkook’s side.

“I’ll call the cops. Now leave!”

“Nice, maybe they can save us from your crazy ass.” Namjoon smirked.

“Make us.” Jin said calmly, challenging him.

This time the crazy man laughed. He took one good look at each of them and shook his head.

“You all have sad lives don’t you?” He sighed. “So young too.” He looked at Jungkook.

That when they realized that there was something really off about him. There was no way he could have known Jungkook was the youngest.

“Are you taking your medications? Or do you self medicate?” He looked at Namjoon then at Hoseok.

“No one loves you enough to stay anymore?” He looked at Yoongi and Jimin.

“What’s your problem?” Jin faced him.

“You have problems, you all do. And it’s only going to get worse.” He laughed. “Much worse.” He looked at Taehyung.

Jin had enough.

“Let’s just go. We can buy another ball and come back tomorrow.” He said.

“And the day after that, and the day after that.” Jungkook added.

“Sadly, I don’t think so. I hate to break it to you but this will be the last time you guys are here.” The man shook his head, as if disappointed.

“Whatever.” Namjoon spit on the ground and walked past him.

“Be careful. Be very careful. I’m just warning you…There’s nothing to be afraid of except yourselves.” He laughed again.

“He’s crazy” Taehyung brushed past him and the rest followed suit.

But as crazy as he seemed, he was right.

Weeks later Hoseok overdosed. Yoongi burned his house down. Jimin fell asleep in the bathtub, Jungkook was jumped and Namjoon got arrested.

Now Taehyung had blood on his hands.

Jin wanted all of this to end, his friends were falling apart right before his eyes, but most of all Jin wondered what would happen to him.

All he could do was think about the guy from the docks who said all of this was going to happen. But how did he know?

Taehyung cried the whole ride over to docks. He kept saying “sorry” over and over again, to his sister, to Jin, to himself.

Jin’s tears got the best of him even though he was trying his best to stay calm, for Taehyung who was sobbing uncontrollably and the agony was so deep in his cries.

The same cries he’s head each of his friends make. It wasn’t fair. They had gone through so much together and all Jin could to was cry too.

“Taehyung. Something’s going on. It’s not your fault.” Jin tried to explain through sympathetic whimpers. “I know you.”

He helped Taehyung out of the car, practically carrying him over his shoulders because Taehyung was in another world. His body was limp and weak with guilt.

Jin spotted the boat and carefully boarded the swaying wood, kicking the door open.

“Sit here.” He placed Taehyung on the floor.

He slumped down, talking to himself and not making any sense.

“Breaking my property now?!” The old man came out of another door, probably leading to another tiny room. “What’s this? What do you want?” He pointed at Taehyung.

“You need to help. I know you can tell the future. You said things were going to get worse, how did you know?”

“I don’t need to do anything. This is just how things occur in life.” He replied.

“Yes you do. All my friends are living through hell right now and you know why. You know how to stop it. Who are you?”

“I came from South America, they referred to me as the shaman…As for your pathetic friends, it wasn’t my doing or anyone else’s. it was their own doing.”

Taehyung whimpered.

Jin grabbed the shaman by the collar. “You need to help them! Why is this happening? How do I stop it?”

“Are you afraid of what’s going to happen to you?” The shaman scoffed.

“I don’t care what happens to me, help him!” Jin was shivering with anger.

“If I help him it means another life gets ruined instead.”


“Yours.” He replied quickly.

Then he leaned down and pet Taehyung’s head.

“You’re going to hell, your sins will drag you down without mercy. How do you want to live till then?”

Jin kneeled down next to Taehyung and pushed the shaman’s hand away.

“Hyung, please help me.” Taehyung murmured, looking at Jin.

The shaman sighed. “You have two choices Taehyung…live with the sin you have committed…or bury it forever with another soul. No one will know, no one will come after you, and it would be like it never happened. Things will go back to normal, even your friends will be happy again.”

“What are you talking about?” Jin questioned but the shaman only spoke to Taehyung.

“You’ll have to kill him.” He said to Taehyung, and Jin grew angrier.

“Kill who?! You’re not making any sense. Just help us. I’ll do anything. Just please help my friend.”

“Why?” Taehyung cried out, grabbing the shaman and shaking him around. “Why?!”

“You took a soul Taehyung. Now your soul is doomed. To save it, you must take another and send that one to hell in your place.”

“Why him?!” Taehyung growled, tackling he shaman to the floor.

“None of you died yet. He’s weak. It was going to happen anyways. Destiny wants one of you……………..just one life. Is it going to be yours?”

Taehyung began to sob again. He rocked backed and forth and shook his head.

“What is he talking about? Tae. Don’t listen to him. We can run. Together. They won’t find you ever again.”

“One life, in exchange for the happiness of the rest.”

“Hyung, I can’t. I’m sorry. I can’t live like this. We’re all fucked. I have to help them, just like you’re helping me. I’m sorry. We love you.” He cried.

“Tae. Don’t listen to him. He’s not making sense. He doesn’t want to help us. It was a mistake coming here. Let’s go. We need to get as far away as possible.”

“So what’s it going to be?” The shaman asked.

Taehyung’s words were almost unintelligible through his sobs now.

He held onto Jin’s hand and cried harder than ever.

The only thing Jin understood were his apologies. The shaman was gone.

Taehyung suddenly stopped crying and looked at Jin.

“Tae. Where did he go? What did he tell you to do?”

“Kill you.” Taehyung said emotionless.

Jin couldn’t move. Taehyung moved behind him and covered his eyes with one hand.

A sharp pain in his neck made Jin’s eyes widen and a gasp escaped his lips.

The shaman reappeared and Taehyung fell to his side, Jin watching in horror as blood covered his own body.

Jin fell onto his side as well and the shaman began chanting over him. As he looked at his friend next to him, Jin was afraid that Taehyung was dead already. He was completely still but eyes open and lifeless.

The shaman cut Taehyung’s shirt off of him and Jin saw the marks on his back. At the same time he felt weaker with each minute.

It had to be an artery bleeding out.

Taehyung’s eyes began to blink and his face scrunched up in pain. Jin saw the marks become wounds and then with each passing minute it became clear what was happening to his friend.

He was growing wings. Dark black wings.

Quiet groans filled the room. Jin was paralyzed and dying, unable to help his friend despite the fact that Taehyung had caused this.

Jin reached out for Taehyung, who was on his hands and knees heaving with pain, and just barely touched his hand.

The shaman continued chanting and Jin lost consciousness.

“What happened after that? When you woke up.” You asked him. He didn’t realize he was crying and when you wiped his tears away he gently pushed your hand away.

His expression turned hard again.

“I woke up as a monster. Taehyung was sleeping. He didn’t remember who I was. No one did, only Jungkook.”

“Why? Where is he now?”

“He ran away. He was scared of running into the people who hurt him. I killed people to ease the pain. I didn’t want to feed but once you starve yourself for so long, you lose control. The shaman was right about one thing….everything did go back to normal, but normal was already a living hell for us. But at least they had each other….They didn’t remember me so I stayed back, watching them from a distance.”

“How did you end up here?”

“I just chose a random city. Going back to school seemed like the most normal thing to do.”

“At least you chose this city and this school.” You wrapped your fingers between his.

“Yeah.” He squeezed your hand in his. “I guess that’s the only thing that went right so far.”


“Why?” You asked.

Home was a place of bad memories, of trauma. Why did he have to go back?


“He came back?” You didn’t know if this was a good thing or not.

“Yeah but thing have changed since then…the guys, they wanted nothing to do with him. Jungkook brought back too many dark memories. He knows something’s different about me and he knows I killed the shaman, but he doesn’t know what I really am.”

You couldn’t imagine it. Jin killing someone. It just sounded wrong. He seemed like he could do no wrong. Too perfect to have any flaw.

But you knew better than that.

“What are you going to do about him? Or what did you do.”

“I told him to start over, like I did. As always he never listens. He’s been pestering each of them, trying to get them to remember.”

“Did he go to Taehyung…did you see him again?”

Jin lowered his gaze and shook his head.

“That’s why I went. To stop Jungkook from getting to him. If Jungkook’s the only one that remembers me then I’m worried he’s the only one that can make Taehyung remember.”

“It’s not fair Jin. So what if he remembers what he did. Why should he get to live a normal life? He killed you. It’s not your problem if he remembers, it’s his own guilt that he’ll have caused.”

Even though Jin said he was happy with you it was hard not to wonder, if being with you was enough to overshadow the sorrow he felt knowing he was going to be like this forever.

Being something other than human, it wasn’t his choice and he didn’t enjoy having to kill others. The fact that he killed the dangerous, the criminal, it still didn’t shake the thought that he was also a murderer.

You always wondered if he had just taken a life or when he was going to take another. It was hard to believe that he was capable of murder but he was a vampire and he had no other choice.

He tried animals, blood bags, even starvation wouldn’t kill him.

Your blood quenched his thirst but only for so long. He couldn’t go more than two weeks without needing more.

But you’ve grown addicted to his bite. It was a sadistic and embarrassing need you grew to like. He hated it.

Once he realized you were aching for his bite he tried to feed on you only when necessary.

He was trying to find others like him, in hopes of some explanation as to why you would want to get bitten. Maybe it was just him. Something vampires have, like a way to attract prey. But that made no sense because he needed to kill, yet he couldn’t kill you no matter how good you taste.

“Don’t think like that Y/N. I don’t need you to be mad at him for me. If Taehyung and the rest of them remember, what good does it do? It won’t change me back. They’re happy now. That’s why Taehyung did it. Not for himself but for everyone else.”

“Everyone else except you.”

“I’m happy when I’m with you. That’s enough for me.”

“You basically just said that you hate the rest of your life except for when you’re with me, that’s sad Jin. And it’s not right.”

“You know what’s not right? Jungkook keeping me away from you for two weeks. I’m going to make sure he suffers when he comes.”

“He’s coming here? And you know, a text would’ve been nice. That’s really the only reason why I was mad.”

“Ah…about that.” Jin took out his phone.

The screen was shattered.

“Jungkook likes to get on my nerves. And yes. He is coming here…to start over.” He sighed.

“There’s still email…” you muttered, knowing he could hear you clearly.

“Stay with me tonight.” He said lightening the mood.

He liked to tease and joke around but only when he was with you. At school he was the cool guy but with you he was funny, silly, he was alive again.

“No way. You’ll bite me again.”

“Isn’t that what you want?” He winked.

You gasped and blushed bright red. He was using your slight addiction against you. He sometimes called it your kink but that made you so embarrassed he knew it was dangerous to call it that.

You could hit him with all your strength and he wouldn’t feel a thing. He said it would help you relieve stress but you only tried it once and it didn’t relieve your stress at all. He was like a statue without reaction. It was like punching a mannequin.

Only when he began to make exaggerated expressions as if in pain, that’s when you started to laugh and shower him with kisses.

“If I stay you can’t touch me.” You said casually.

“Deal. Now finish eating. We don’t have all night.”


“Just carry me.” You whined.

It wasn’t that you felt tired, it was just that you hadn’t felt his arms around you in weeks and you just wanted to cuddle.

“If I stay you can’t touch me” He threw your words right back at you, raising his voice an octave higher.

“Jin, I’m tired.” You whined, determined to lie your way into his arms. “It’s like thirty feet to the front door.”

“You’re heavy.” He said getting out of the car and coming to open your door.

“i am not. To you I’m like a feather.”

“No more like a really heavy box.”

“I haven’t seen you in half a month.” You frowned, tiring of his teasing.

He noticed and a smirk spread across his face.

“Come here.” He said, opening his arms.

With a smile, you got out of the car and latched onto him, wrapping your legs around him as he carried you off to the beautiful beach house.

Part of you ecstatic that you didn’t have to get sand anywhere near your feet.

At school, everyone begged him to throw parties here at the beach house but Jin really got the place to have a quiet hideout. It was at the end of the beach and far from the public area but it was huge and visible from anywhere on the sandy coastline. It was built on a cliff that wasn’t too high but also not too low either.

You had some things here and some stuff back at your apartment. He wasn’t rushing you into moving in and he even paid the rent for your apartment to give you something less to worry about.

This was just one of the ways he liked to spoil you. He wanted you to use your money however you wanted, and other expenses like rent, utilities, even groceries he covered.

Of course you declined initially but he wasn’t having it. He was so rich, he had to hide money from the government.

Most of the money he has, it’s technically stolen. He liked to threaten the ones who used their power selfishly.

He got a steady income from some of the world’s wealthiest men and he secretly owned most of the stocks from more than ten small countries.

Countries that were in economic disarray. He was in school to learn how he could use his advantages to help those countries and its people in need.

He mentioned that overseas, Jungkook was taken in by a wealthy oil tycoon who left him millions before his death.

But that made Jin wonder why Jungkook would even want to come back, or why he would want stay here in this old city. He could go anywhere else in the world.

You guessed that Jungkook just wanted to be around Jin. He wanted something familiar. Something to remind him of the home he was forced to leave behind.

Overall, Jin’s past and his old friends had a sad story.

As much as he wanted to, Jin could never move on like the rest of them. He was stuck like this forever.

“I’m glad you’re back.” You whispered against his chest, snuggling into his arms and feeling the soft cotton of his shirt against your nose.

“Me too.” He said quietly.

You could still hear the pain in his voice.

“Don’t be sad Jin. You’re home now.” You breathed, pulling on his shirt.

He grabbed your hand while it was still clutching his shirt and you opened your eyes, looking up at him.

You let go of the fabric and Jin kissed you before taking off his shirt and climbing on top of you.

Wrapping your hands behind his neck, you pulled him in close again and he made out with your lips.

Without warning he punctured your lips and you winced with a small whine.

“Jin.” You smiled, and he kissed your bottom lip, sucking and licking the small drop of blood forming at the skin.

“I got carried away.” He kissed your cheek gently and rolled onto his back.

“We can’t do anything tonight anyways, you already bit me.”

“I know, I took a lot of blood too.”

You guys tried more than once before, but having sex after losing blood, it left you exhausted the next day. So exhausted you couldn’t move any part of your body.

One of the setbacks of being human.

You straddled him and he shook his head, already shaming you for not going to sleep like a good girl.

Blood droplets continued to form at your lip and you frowned. Tomorrow your lip would be a bit swollen and it would hurt when he kissed you.

Slightly annoyed at him for teasing, you licked the blood off your lip and tasted the bitter, iron like liquid.

He quickly pushed you onto your back again and you looked up at him innocently, knowing exactly why he was so riled up.

Seeing you taste your own blood, he said it was the sexiest turn on.

“Go to sleep Y/N.” He glared back, tucking you in and moving away to his side of the bed.

You pouted and felt stupid for teasing him like that especially when it was the first night you had him back, and the first day he’s fed in weeks.

Hugging him from behind, you kissed the back of his neck and knew he wasn’t going to move the rest of the night. He wasn’t mad, he just knew how to make you do what he wanted.

You already knew that no matter how hard your tried, he wouldn’t talk to you again for the rest of the night, he would just stay frozen like a statue.

Instead you spoke to him, telling him about your days while he was away, and slowly but surely dozing off into your dreams.


The cafeteria was almost deserted this early in the morning. There were maybe about five people sitting down on their laptops and eating at the same time. Others on their phone.

You skipped breakfast that morning and Jin said he’d meet you here.

At the doors there were vending machines that sold all kinds of drinks. After getting a coffee, you stood by the doors and heard their voices approach.

“Jin hyung. Please. I have no where to go.”

“Not my problem Jungkook. It’s not like you don’t have money to rent a place. Plus I have a girlfriend, she practically lives with me already.” He swung the cafeteria doors open.

One of them swung into you, a small gasp escaping your mouth as you stumbled towards the nearest table, somehow not spilling an ounce of your drink.

“Are you okay?” His arms were stabilizing you in an instant. The look of death on his face. “I didn’t see you babe, are you hurt?”

“I’m fine.” You laughed, embarrassed at his behavior in front of his friend. “You must be Jungkook.”

“Yeah. You must be Jin’s girlfriend.” He said, smiling politely.

You wondered why he didn’t know your name but then you remembered what Jin just said. Jungkook didn’t even know you existed until just now.

Jin was still staring at you.

“Jin, I’m fine. Really.”

Like that, he snapped out of it and turned to Jungkook.

“This is Y/N. We’ve been dating for a while and we have plans to eat breakfast together so-”

“Got it. I’ll text you later. It was nice meeting you Y/N.” He nodded.

“Likewise.” You waved goodbye as you were herded towards the food by Jin.

“You seem annoyed.” You commented, a bit disappointed that Jin was in a bad mood and that he didn’t even mention he had a girlfriend to Jungkook.

“He’s being a pain in the ass.”

“He misses you maybe? It seems like he needs you and he wants a place to stay where he can feel comfortable.”

“You heard all that?” He asked.

“I don’t have to come over. I can move my stuff out. You guys can be bros and bond again.”

Jin grabbed a tray and began looking through this morning’s options. You didn’t even bother looking at the food since he already knew what you liked.

“I really don’t care if he misses me or not.” Jin continued to fill your tray.

“You didn’t get a tray for yourself.” You pointed out.

“Jesus.” He said, almost cursing, before turning back to get another.

When he came back you took his tray and grabbed his face in your hands. He froze but he looked down at you with a hard expression.

“Jin. Relax.” You kissed him and felt his body relax instantly.

“If you want to help me relax, I suggest we go somewhere else.” He trailed his kissed down your neck.

You pushed away from him before anyone saw. “Your human emotions are coming out.”

“Vampires get…excited…too.”

You sighed, giving him a sad smile. “I mean you’re lack of sympathy. If you don’t want anything to do with him that’s fine. But I assume in his eyes, you’re his friend.”

“You know I don’t have friends. Not really.”

“Only me.” You reminded yourself like he always does.

He only cared about you. No one else.

While that seemed sweet at first, you came to realize that he really didn’t care about others. You wondered if it was because he was a vampire, or because he was afraid to trust anyone else.

Humans were really no better than vampires when it came to sympathy, empathy, jealousy, envy and any other bad emotion.

“He ran Y/N. He ran away from all his problems, from us.”

“From what I know, he didn’t have a choice. He was young and he was probably scared to death.”

He smiled at your unintentional choice of words. Instantly, you felt embarrassed.

“I’ll be nice to him. Only because I don’t want you to think I’m some demon from hell with no feelings. You know, you’re no human either Y/N. You’re an angel.”

“I know you’re not a monster Jin. You think you’re a monster but humans aren’t much different. I love you, blood sucking kink or not.”

He gave you a genuine smile before his expression turned dark.

“Prove it.” He dared, taking a step closer, eliminating the space between you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him gently. He took control and pressed his lips against yours, getting rougher with his movements and you giggled, bringing attention to yourselves but he played it off by focusing back on the food selection.


His teeth grazed the skin on your neck and you inhaled sharply, biting your lips in hopes of not letting him know how much you wanted it. He wanted it too, the ecstasy and peace he left on top of the pleasure.

Your neck was more than exposed for him but you kept your head back, focusing on the pleasure building up within your core as you rode him on the couch.

He kissed his way up between your breasts and he loved to leave marks around the skin with each greedy suckle.

“Faster baby.” He ordered, concentrating his lips onto your neck.

He gently sucked around the wound marks, and the slight pain heightened your senses, the pleasure.

“Jin.” You whined, holding him tighter and rocking your hips faster, pumping him just the way he liked.

“Ahh, fuck baby.” He growled, sucking your sweet spot and controlling his hunger.

If he bit, then it would hurt you and ruin your high, but he would feel so good, so pleased.

“Do it Jin.” You breathed, kissing his lips and assuring him that you wanted this. You missed him so much, his touch, his groans, his breathy orders. You wanted to please him.

He kissed you again before switching positions, picking you up and placing you against the couch instead. He was so fast with his movements, it all happened within a blink.

He was pounding into you now, and you threw your head back, letting him sink his teeth into you. The pain somehow wasn’t as bad as usual, and you felt yourself orgasm suddenly.

He groaned loudly and you were underneath him, on cloud 9 and breathing quickly, completely overwhelmed with pleasure.

As you both rode out your high, he brushed the hair away from your face and became gentle again, kissing your cheeks and letting his other hand caress your body.

“Fuck princess, you came when I bit you.” He kissed your neck with a gentleness that felt tender and warm.

“I’m sorry I can’t keep going.” You breathed.

He laughed and kept kissing you wherever he could. “I’m more than satisfied baby.”

You were spent and exhausted. He licked the blood dripping from your new wounds and carried your tired body to the bathroom.

“Having that kind of stamina must be nice for vampires no?”

“Vampire sex is boring. I like feeling your body react to everything I do, I can hear your heart pounding, your scent, it’s intoxicating. Not this, tropical melody body wash.” He picked up the bottle of soap and passed it to you.

“It was on sale.” You informed him as he lowered you into the bathtub.

“If I turn you, sex won’t be so much fun.”

“But I’d last a few more orgasms don’t you think? How many have you had in one night?” You asked, but you didn’t really want to know because then you’d wonder who was the lucky one that had pleasured him so much?

“No more than two, I only beat that record with you.” He said smugly, recalling the last time you guys had sex and you both came three times. “We’ll have plenty more orgasms princess but I prefer to keep you human for now.”

“As soon as I see a wrinkle you better turn me.”

“You’ll get wrinkles if you stay in the water too long, hurry and bathe, I’ll take a shower.” He kissed you and walked into the shower, turning the hot water on and fogging up the glass so that you couldn’t see him.

“Jin they haven’t stopped bleeding.” You entered the shower with him after you were done bathing.

He lifted your head up and looked at the puncture wounds.

“I already put on the stickers you gave me but they dissolved.”

“I’ll patch them up with a bit of gauze and in the morning they should be fine. Do you want to eat before we go to sleep?”

You shook your head.

As soon as the silk of the pajamas hit your skin, silk he bought custom made, you fell into his arms and closed your eyes before making it to the bed.

The next morning you didn’t even remember when he taped the small squares of gauze onto your neck.

But that’s how it usually went. Your low stamina felt like a burden. Most of the time you fell asleep right away when you just wanted to cuddle and have long conversations.

You peeled the tape and cotton off, two small scars developed on your skin. The other scars on your neck were fading but you realized that there were a lot. Pairs of dark spots lined your neck, which you always covered but it felt a bit scary to look at.

Were you becoming addicted? The pain was worth the unique sensation. To be able to please him, to feel the thin border between pain and pleasure as he suckled the skin on your neck. Isn’t that like a kink, not an addiction you had to be ashamed of?

You looked at yourself in the mirror and Jin came into the room. He did a double take and came to inspect your skin immediately.

“You have too many marks on your neck. They’re not fading as fast as before. Y/N, you have every right to refuse my bite.” He said disappointedly.

“I can cover them up easily. It doesn’t hurt. You needed to feed before, and last night I wanted to make you feel good.”

“I need to take you to the doctor, when’s the last time you had a checkup?”

“Six months ago, when you took me.”

“We need to go again. Maybe you need to change your diet. Is anyone in your family diabeti-”

You shut him up with a kiss.

“I’m fine Jin. You wouldn’t have to worry so much if I was like you.”

“We talked about this.”

“I know. I don’t want you to turn me but all I can see are positives.”

“If you saw the real me you wouldn’t want anything to do with vampire.”

“I know the real you Jin. Stop trying to make me feel bad for loving you.”

“I scare you sometimes. Isn’t that reason enough for you to stop loving me?” He lowered his head.

It was one of those rare times in which he became vulnerable and completely human.

“Okay then break up with me. You should have the guts to leave me, to break my heart and claim it’s for my own good.” He looked up at you, watching your small outburst and he became a vampire again.

He bit his lip slightly and stood up, taking your face into his hands and bringing his lips dangerously close to yours.

“You know what’s the worst thing about being a vampire Y/N? Why I can’t just leave you alone?” You stared into his eyes and felt nothing but complete love for him, hypnotized by his perfection and the way he made you feel.

“We love being selfish.” He growled before biting your neck. You gasped at the pain and yet it didn’t matter.

You loved him too much to refuse and he loved you too much to let go. Even if this only lasted a lifetime, you wanted him to be your vampire, and no one else’s.


Part 3

A McDonald’s Date (Seventeen Reaction)

baby-baby-boo requested:  Hi! I really love your content, and I wish your brother well in the army! Can I have a seventeen reaction to you going to McDonald’s together and when they ask you want you want, you say a happy meal, and when they ask why, you say “because I’m a lot eater and they have the perfect amount of food!”? Thank you in advance!

Hey! I’m glad you enjoy my content, I work very hard on it! I understand there are many mistakes and I’m not the best at this kind of thing but I try so damn hard and I’m actually amazed at the attention it’s gotten. It’s incredible, I can’t thank you enough for your love and support! I also appreciate your comment about my brother. We’ve had a lot of problems with him as far as behavior goes and things like that so we’re nervous and excited for him. He shipped to his company yesterday on his birthday (yay him!) So now he starts basic training at this point. I won’t bore you with all of the information lmao you’re here for a Seventeen reaction! (I did see your other request and I’m working on it as well as many other older ones but I figure getting the new requests out first would be easier? Don’t worry, I did not over look you in any way, I’m getting to it lovely!) I hope this one makes you as happy as my other ones! You can always request again or just message me for fun. :) ~ A


“Pabo, that’s not enough food for someone your age.” 

Would really just be concerned about the amount of food in the happy meal and would order extra for you even though you told him not to. 

“We can fight about it later, eat.”

Originally posted by visual-17


He’d laugh and shake his head.

“Whatever child.”

Then you’d fire back with “I’m a child, that makes you a pervert so keep on with it old man.”

Which would result in a pouty Jeonghan, a happy meal and banana milk. 

Originally posted by jeonheart


“If the toy is cool I’m keeping it”

Originally posted by visual-17


Dramatically rolls his eyes at you.

“Do we have to go to the park too baby? Yah! I knew you were younger than me but I didn’t know you acted like it.” Is just messin’ with you and buys whatever you want with a big obvious pout after you said “At least I don’t look like a fourteen year old who’s out with his big sister because he got good grades. By the way, milk won’t help you at this point.” 

Originally posted by wonuflake


Giggles at you and shakes your head afterwards.

“Goofy girl. We should get some ice cream after we have lunch.” 

Originally posted by soohuis


Orders more food and sneaks it into the little box when you weren’t looking.

“What do you wanna do after this?”

Originally posted by wonnhao


“You’re too cute.”

Originally posted by 12fools


“Do you want anything else, baby?”

Originally posted by hahni


Giggles and enjoys his food with you

“You better eat those damn apples, too.” 

Throws french fries at you 

Originally posted by fuckyeahmingyu


Is an awkward mess the entire time ordering, especially when he has to say “And a Happy Meal” would then die from embarrassment 

“You’re SO lucky I love you.” He mumbles, sitting down with you. 

Originally posted by cxlisto


“Yah! Why’d you pinch me?! You damn woman, why are you rude to me?” tickles you until you apologize for being snarky when all he asked was if you wanted some more food.

Originally posted by jeonheart


Eats your apples whilst playing with your hand.

“You want another one so I can steal your apples again?” 

Originally posted by sicasaurusrex


He would just laugh and get your food without anything else to say.

Originally posted by emojchic


anonymous asked:

Hi so. I'm sure you get this all the time but uh what's the fastest way to get rid of pimples? I've been slathering them in aloe gel

theres so way you can get rid of pimples in a day, its a step by step process that takes months. I would first start working on your diet, try to eat as vegan as possible, as little fried food as possible and avoid diary and sugar. Also drink 2L water a day, and what ive recently been doing is incorporating a Litre of fresh squeezed juice into my diet and it helped my skin a lot. And sleep enough, or as much as you can, you need it. Stress also causes breakouts so be careful with that, you can try meditation to help lower your stress level. Then onto skincare, first eliminate everything in your routine that has irritating ingredients (i posted a list earlier in my #skincare tag) Im on benzoyl peroxide gel and its honestly helped me a lot. African black soap helped me too but its drying as fuck and can overexfoliate your skin if you use it too much, so be careful with that. Tea tree oil is a #staple, i put a drop on a wet cotton pad and tone my face with it. Green tea is also good for calming the skin and getting you rid of redness, i tone with that too, and drink it. When it comes to masks; clay masks are the best. Look for 100% pure clay masks; those in a powder with no other igredients than the clay. My favorite one is green clay, if your skin is more sensitive and dry i would reccomend red, pink or white clay. besides that dont exfoliate with physical exfoliators, use a chemical one instead like the 10% lactic acid from The Ordinary. If you got more money get some paulas choice skincare,it will save your life especially the BHA exfoliator.

anonymous asked:

Headcanons for the champions' (old and new) reactions to Link's cooking and their favorite foods?

Mipha: Seeing as she grew up with Link, she knows of his cooking ability and loves it when he cooks for her. She’d often try to pitch in and help out around the kitchen, if only to be closer to him. Favorite food is fried Voltfin Trout with an herbal garnish.

Sidon: Keeps forgetting that Link is actually a really good chef. Everytime Link cooks something for him he’s shocked by how tasty it is. Not really a picky eater so he doesn’t have a favorite food. He’ll eat pretty much anything you put in front of him.

Darruk: Flat out doesn’t get it. Why would you spend all that time hunting and gathering meat and vegetables or fruits when there’s perfectly good rocks all around. He’ll never say no to a good rock sirloin though.

Yunobo: Pewter chips are his favorite food, but he’s a lot more willing to try whatever Link cooks up. He helps guide Link on what ingredients Gorons can and cannot eat.

Rivali: Insists that Link’s cooking is decent, mediocre at best but edible. Of course he secretly loves it but he’d never tell Link that. Nothing better to him than a roasted hearty salmon stuffed with nuts.

Teba: Doesn’t like fancy meals as he feels they slow him down and keep him from performing at his best. He gladly accepts whatever survival rations Link prepares for him though. They make for good traveling food while he’s off in the Hebra mountains.

Urbosa: Insists that Link requires assistance and micromanages the preparation of each meal. “That’s too much rock salt.” “Not enough Hylian Herb” Link puts up with it and the dishes they produce are quite spectacular. Really enjoys rotisserie cooked birds and fruit salad.

Riju: Is absolutely enthralled by the idea of a Voe cooking. She insists that Link prepare her meals whenever he is in town. Never content to eat one particular dish over and over, she is always begging Link to cook something new for her. She’s especially interested in dishes from other cultures around Hyrule since she’s never really been able to leave the desert and travel to other towns. Frequently she’ll end up jotting down recipes and food descriptions in her diary, even going so far as having Link take pictures of the food before she eats it.

- Lonely Voe

anonymous asked:

Hey what do you think monsta x will do if their girlfriend is falling asleep when eating snack in the sofa(?) Thxxoxo

I snorted, reading this lmao. I’ve actually slept whilst eating once and I got food all over me hahaha



GIFs aren’t mine~

Originally posted by monxbebe


“Oh she’s asleep?”

Hyunwoo would comeback from work, to see you lying on the sofa, a bag of chips in your hands. He finds honestly adorable and since he’s tired, he’d just set the bag of chips aside and would just sleep on the sofa with you instead.

Originally posted by sonhyunwoomx


Hoseok would be so surprised, seeing you asleep, with fries in your mouth. He never expected you to fall asleep whilst doing what you love most–eating. He’d probably think about how much alike you are to Hyungwon with this new habit of yours.

“Omfg this is amazing…”

Originally posted by beastdw


This soft bean won’t be able to contain himself, looking at you still eating your snacks whilst dozing off. Minhyuk would probably take a lot of pictures of you and keep it in his photo albums of all the candid photos of you that he thought were cute. After that, he’d probably put away your snacks and carry you to bed.

Originally posted by kihyunmonstax


“Jagi, wake up. Let’s go to bed now.”

Kihyun would gently rub you awake, softly whispering you to wake up. He would be a little worried, wondering what made you so tired that you slept whilst eating and also the fact that you are eating whilst sleeping. He’d probably nag you the next day about it, so be prepared.

Originally posted by sehuns-bubblebum


“Wow this tastes good. I wonder where she bought this from…”

Hyungwon would probably steal your food and eat it, I’m not gonna lie. After that, he’d leave you to sleep on the sofa whilst he went to bed. Jk. He’d steal your food first, then pick you up bridal style and throw you onto bed.

Originally posted by monstaxstuff


“Omg why is she being like this…”

Much like Hyungwon, he won’t be able to control all the feels that were hitting him like a truck. He didn’t want to wake you up or anything, so he’d just put away your pepero box and threw a blanket over you, opting to sleep on the floor right next to where you were.

Originally posted by eddycakeway18


Here comes the mischievous maknae. Changkyun would be so pleasantly surprise, seeing you with your mouth open and a chocolate bar in your hands. Since this was probably the last time he’d see you like this, he thought that it’s better to take advantage of this rare opportunity. So he’d take some sharpie out or what not and began doodling all over your face, remembering to record your hilarious reaction the morning after.