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iwantitiwriteit · 3 years

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Slow Burn: Book I - Part 7

The Lunch - Small Thank You’s

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Reader

Summary: You and Chris get to know each other better over a flirty friendly lunch.

Warnings: Fluff, spinkle of Angst, Profanity, phonetic spelling of words said in a Boston accent because I needed a laugh

Notes: Hey loves! Hope you all are well! It’s been a while— praying I didn’t forget how to write too bad and y’all enjoy this installment lol. Little FYI: I’m basing the reader’s music off of that of Banks and SZA. Before you dive in, set the mood with the moodboard + music specially curated to go with this part! Read the previous part here.

The GPS said the drive from the museum to the restaurant would be… well, you were distracted from that bit of information. Not that it would matter. Chris keeps making turns against the suggested route, citing that this was “his city” and that he’s a “real Boston boy”.

What you do know is that the talking and laughing with Chris made the car ride seem all too short. Pointing out familiar streets and landmarks, he lit up telling you his childhood stories laced within the city. Pardon, his city. The glint in his eyes and excitement in his voice sent tiny sparks up your spine, but you did your best to ignore it.

Chris tried to guess where you had the two of you going for lunch. You, however, wouldn’t give in to his guesses. Eventually, you arrive at a market of sorts, a culture clash of small businesses and patrons. It’s in an area Chris is familiar with, but he never thought much of coming to.

“I thought we were going to a restaurant?” Chris inquires, not seeing a food establishment from his spot in the driver’s seat.

You puff out your jaw, squint your eyes, and proceed with your best ‘Godfather’-like impersonation as you tell Chris,“I thought you would’ve learned to stop asking me questions by now, hm.”

“That... was horrible.” Chris’ deadpan causes you to giggle in response.

“I know! Now c’mon; I’m starved!” You draw out as you reach to let yourself out of the car.

“Woah, woah, hold on,” Chris stops you with a gentle hand on your arm. You questioningly look over your shoulder at him. He unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out of the car. Settling back into your seat with a huff of delighted shock, you realize what he’s doing.

Chris jogs to your door, the returning drizzle giving him a sense of urgency. He opens the door for you then offers his upturned, open hand for you to choose to take. You hesitate for a millisecond before obliging, delicately placing your smaller hand in his large palm.

You’re unsure of the last time anyone was this... chivalrous to you. Trying not to dwell on it too long, you give him a soft-spoken ‘thank you’. Chris responds with an equally soft ‘of course’. You both find it difficult to meet each other's eyes, missing the shy smile the other is sporting.

“Lead the way,” Chris gently prompts with a hand extended in the market's direction.

Mildly busy, the market is livened by business people, college students, housewives and househusbands alike. Store fronts of small businesses ranging from sustainable fashion to high-end housewares line the long cobble stone path, accented by fairy lights for added whimsy. Chris curiously takes in the sights from beneath a low baseball cap and hoodie. He’s sure to not let his eyes linger too long for fear of locking with anyone.

Meanwhile, you’re walking with purpose, leaving a distracted Chris behind. He catches up when he notices you turn a corner in his periphery. When he follows the path you took, he finds you by a green, white, and red beaded archway.

You pause and look up at Chris, a playful grin on your lips that makes his heart skip a beat. He’s looking down at you, brows raised with utter anticipation. You think this might be your favorite expression on him. You pull back and step through the beaded entrance, Chris following suit closely behind you.

“Woah…” It was almost as if that small act of stepping over the threshold transported you both to Sicily. The faint notes of Italian standards play in the background as Chris gawks at the charming restaurant.

The mostly occupied dining area is quaint, housing about 10 tables max, including a couple of booths. The walls are decorated with floor-to-ceiling built-in shelves of libations from Italy. The alcohol display is interrupted by creeping vert vines that add that little bit of spice to the space.

As a waiter walked by, Chris breathed in deeply, the warm aroma of marinara sauce, freshly baked bread and Italian spices filled his nose and lungs.

“How’d you manage to find the one Italian restaurant in the greater Boston area I’ve never been to, much less heard of?”

“Hmmm… must not be as much of a Boston boy as you think,” you say with a wink, and Chris scoffs through his lopsided smirk.

“There she is!” a bellowing voice familiar to you draws yours and Chris’ attention away from each other. Chris looks on as the short, husky man pulls you in for a cheek-to-cheek kiss. “It’s been too long! Mi sei mancata la faccia!”

“Charlie, you know I have no idea what you’re saying, but I like the way you say it!” You share a laugh with your Uber driver-turned-friend. “And what do you mean ‘it’s been too long’! I was just here last week.”

“5 days ago to be exact. 5 days since you, ya castmates… most importantly ya directah,” Charlie stresses lustfully in his strong Boston accent, “have swarmed Ma’s restaurant. Whassup with that, huh?”

“The real question here is what’s up with your crush on Sonya, huh?” you tease him. Charlie’s smitteness with your director has not gone unnoticed.You can practically see the hearts forming in his eyes at this moment.

“I doan know what ya tawkin about.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

“Enough abowut it! Let’s get ya seated and you can tell me who’s ya new friend,” Charlie says, motioning to Chris.

When you’re seated in a corner booth by a rainy window, you introduce the two men.“ This is Chris, my, uh…um…” You hadn’t really thought about what to call your relationship with Chris. It’s been… rocky up until this point, and while you’ve been friendly, you’re certainly not friends. Not yet, at least.

Chris notices and understands your hesitance, a small part of him hoping it’s because you don’t want to friend-zone him. “It’s alright, don’t worry your pretty, little head about it,” he teases you, earning him an eye roll. “We’re… acquaintances, right?”

“Right! Acquaintances… I guess?” It didn’t feel right, a little too impersonal, but you’ll roll with it for now.

“‘Acquaintances’?” Charlie sizes Chris up, a comical sight considering the dramatically different statues of the two men. He tilts his head and squints at Chris’ face, his expression melting from intimidation to inquisition. Chris tenses, knowing the look he’s being given all to well. “Been here before, Chris? You look mighty familiah…”

“Umm… no... I don’t… don’t believe so,” Chris answers almost timidly. The avoidant gaze into the plastic covered menu, the heated cheeks that shone the same color as a tomato— you know that look all too well. You decide to do what you hoped someone would do for you.

“He’s just got one of those faces! But um, I’m ready to order if you are?” you try to deflect. Charlie doesn’t think much of it and takes down your meal decisions, but that small act means the world to Chris. He mouths ‘thank you’ from across the booth, and you smile and tip your head in a slight nod, sure he would’ve done the same for you.

You order your usual, spaghetti with vegan meatballs, and a glass of the house white wine. Chris has what you’re having except he’s ordered a “tonic”, which you learned the hard way the other night is Bostonian for soda. Charlie is back promptly with your drinks and breadsticks and ensures that your food will arrive shortly with a small smirk on his face that you don’t think too much of.

It’s quiet at your table for quite some time. Both you and Chris take small sips from your glasses, nibble at the garlic-y bread, look out the window and around the restaurant. As you do so, you run through a list of conversation starters in your head but you’ve deemed them all too dumb, too boring or too invasive. Why the hell do I care so much? You glance up at Chris and wonder if he’s going through the same irrational inner turmoil you are. Maybe he’s not, or maybe he’s overcome his when he finally breaks the silence.

“So, um… how long have you been a vegan?”

“Um… how long have we been shooting this movie? My character— she’s very, uh… power to the people— and plants,” You chuckle out. “Figured it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try myself. Go a little method,” you say with a shrug.

Chris waves his breadstick at you as he asks, “You believe in all that method stuff?”

“I don’t know… I’m really new to this whole acting thing, but I guess I just like the idea of really connecting with this character in every way I can. She reminds me so much of myself at that age.”

“How so?” Chris presses on.

“She’s… sure. She’s sure of herself… of her judgements and decisions. She’s sure of her hand in her own success. And that breeds this really un-fuck-with-able confidence in her that if I had an ounce of, it’d be over for you hoes,” you end with a slow nod and look off into the distance.

Chris laughs at your dramatics, but it dawns on him what you’ve shared. “Wait… you’re telling me that’s not you now? I mean, I know I’ve only known you a short time, but you seem pretty un-fuck-with-ably confident to me.”

“Ha! Guess I’m a better actress than I thought,” you mutter. Chris knows it’s meant to be a joke, but watching as you fiddled with the rings on your finger, his chest tightened. A look of sympathy must’ve shown on his face, because you start to wish you hadn’t said anything at all. Did I just overshare? God, I thought I outgrew that.

To save you from your minor embarrassment is Charlie with the same smirk from earlier. He gently places the order in the center of your table, and you finally understand what his face was trying to give away earlier.

“We’re, uh… runnin’ low on plates...” is Charlie’s half-baked explanation. “Buon appetito!” he offers before hastily leaving.

Sat between you and Chris was the meal you ordered, yes, but on the single largest plate you think you’ve ever seen. One plate of spaghetti for two people— two practical strangers— to share. The embarrassment just won’t stop, will it?

Elbow perched on the table, your hand acts as a visor of sorts on your forehead as you massage away the headache forming at your temple. You can’t see Chris, just hear him chuckling and breathing out an “oh man…” under his breath. His fork comes into view as he twirls the pasta onto it. You peek under your hand up at him.

“What? Not gonna just look at it!” Chris insists. “Now, let’s see what this vegan meatball is about… DAMN! That tastes legit!” You giggled at his enthusiasm and felt your tension melt away.

You began to dig in as well. It was fine, normal even, for a few moments. You could almost forget you’re sharing one big ass plate of pasta with one of Hollywood’s most sought after stars at a hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant. Yep, very normal. As long as I keep from oversharing the rest of this afternoon, everything should be fine… you thought to yourself.

“Tell me… how are you liking Boston?” Chris asks.

“It’s fine.”

“‘Fine’?! Just fine.”

“It’s great Chris, no need to get your panties in a twist. But, ya know… It’s just not…”

“Home? Yeah, I get that. Where’s home for you?”

“Um… well I guess home has never been a single place for me. It’s with people I love, as cheesy as that sounds. Home is where my heart is…” you trail off as you remember you shouldn’t share too much.

“And your heart is with family, friends… a boyfriend…?” Chris slips in.

“What is this? 20 questions?” You quip as you sip on your white wine.

“Maybe... if you want. You can ask me something.”

“Hmm… Ok…” You ponder over what to ask him as you twirl your pasta around your fork. “What is… mm no. How about… nah, wait.” Chris huffs impatiently as he awaits your first question. “Ok! I got it!”

“Alright, lay it on me.” Your breath hitches at his word choice and you hope doesn’t notice. Why’d he have to say it like that?! You clear your throat and ask your question.

“What’s your favorite song of mine?”

“Really? That’s your question? So conceited…”

You giggle before explaining, “Well, I only ask ‘cos a little Scottie told me he saw you, and I quote, ‘full on rocking out’ to one of my songs. I’m just curious which one it was.” You sip on your straw and peer up at Chris, watching for his reaction.

Chris groans, covering his face while sinking down the booth seat. You can’t hear too much of what he's saying behind his hands and over your laughter, but it sounds like he’s cursing Scott’s name. When he finally restores some gumption, he places his hands on his napkin, eyes fixated on his fingertips picking at the dampened corners. Teeth sunk into your bottom lip, you try your best to bite back your amusement to not further Chris’s obvious embarrassment.

“Ok…” Chris sighs out, “ I’ll admit it! I’m man enough to own up to it,” he shrugs. “Yes, I was ‘full on rocking out’ to your music. You’re amazing at what you do.”

Your face heats up, not expecting the compliment. You don’t know what to say. It’s not like you’ve never heard it before. In fact you’ve heard it a lot the past couple of years, you’d thought you’d become numb to it. Yet, for some reason, sitting across from Chris, his eyes looking tenderly into yours, the compliment you’ve heard a million times before just… hits different. “Thank you.”

“Of course.”

You clear your throat and break eye contact with Chris. “You still haven’t answered my question, though...”

“Right! Hold on…” Chris says as he fishes his phone from his front pocket. He scrolls through his music app to find the playlist he’s made of his favorite songs of yours. Your cheeks burn even more intensely as you watch. “‘Gemini Feed’ is my favorite to dance to; hands down! But I also really love ‘Drew Barrymore’; it’s fun… but sad, ya know? What am I saying; of course you know; it’s your song!”

You giggle in somewhat disbelief of watching Chris motherfucking Evans geek out over your songs!

“Well… this is a rare opportunity I have, to talk to the artist herself, that is. So, I have to ask, how did that song come about? From personal experience, I suppose?”

“Yeah… um, gosh. You want the full or abridged version of the story?”

“Full! Are you kidding me?!”

“Ok, ok! Well, it was right before my album was set to come out, and my boyfriend-at-the-time dumped me,” you laugh lightly at the now-funny memory. “After weeks of heated arguments and projecting his career insecurities on to me, he picked his final fight with me about how I was “acting too famous for him” and just ended things.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah... It completely caught me off guard. I couldn’t think straight in the studio that day, so I ended the session earlier and went to a party, per my best friend-slash-manager’s coercion. She’s a bad influence.”

“I like her style! Did the party help?” Chris asked.

“Well, it was on the higher-end of house parties, and I just wasn’t used to being around such an expensive lifestyle yet. But guess who was there because why wouldn’t he be?,” you exhale and roll your eyes as you reminisce.

Chris leaned in with intrigue. “The Ex?”

“Mm-hm. In my standard walk-in-the-party-scan of the room, I spot him. I should've known because that party was very much his scene, but what I wouldn't have guessed is that he'd be there with some other woman.”

“What?!”

You nod your head as you proceed to spill the tea to Chris. “This dude is there with another woman, after being out of a relationship for all of 8 hours. I think the worst part is that she looked nothing like me. Like, imagine the complete opposite of me to the hottest power, that was who was hanging all over that idiot.”

“He is a total idiot for letting you go.” You don’t know what to say to Chris’ statement and quite honestly forgot where you were, what you were talking about… “What happened next?”

“Right! We locked eyes for a moment and there wasn’t anything from him. No emotion at all. Like, he didn’t care that our relationship just ended. But then I had the thought that maybe we’d been over for a while and I had just been too distracted to realize and accept the party was over.”

“Jimi peeped what was up and got me out of there. I hoped that we could go home so that I could cry on her shoulder all night. Instead, she dragged me to a real house party. I so badly wanted to pity myself, but the energy there was too infectious to not enjoy; it felt like a 90s movie!”

“The next day, I went through my crazy ass camera roll, and I couldn’t help but... smile… and laugh! Then I thought about him, and how stupid he made me feel, and I don’t know… I kinda put all these weird, conflicting emotions into this one song, and felt better afterwards. Like I was turning a page.”

Chris didn’t immediately say anything, taking in the very personal story you shared. The somewhat unfortunate event that fueled his favorite lyrics. He looked at you carefully and quietly. However kind he looked in this moment, it didn't matter much to the creeping thoughts in your mind.

The silence made you self-conscious. You took inventory of your physical, how your face was hot, how your chest felt tight. Your left hand had somehow migrated into Chris’ right hand in the middle of the table. “I, uh— my bad…” you start as you take back your hand.

Chris quickly grabs your hand before it gets too far. “Thank you for sharing that story with me... and your music with the world. Your confidence in your vulnerability is really fucking inspiring. Thank you. Seriously, thank you,” he gives your hand a gentle squeeze for emphasis. He’s looking at you with a boyish smile and tilted head that makes you break down and smile at him, too.

“Thank you,” you return, just barely above a whisper.

——————————————————————————

You and Chris spent the rest of your time at L'amore Della Madre exchanging stories of love lost and life wins, sharing loud laughs and silent signs of admiration. To anyone on the outside looking in, it may have seemed like two had known each other longer than you actually have.

“I gotta say, I don’t like this,” Charlie whispers to you. He pulled you aside for a moment to say your goodbyes, while Chris waited for you outside. “Mostly becahse it was supposed to be my jahb to set you up with a nice Italian boy, but you’ve brought your own,” he says with a smirk.

“Oh, no! It’s not like that! Chris and I aren’t— wait… how’d you know he’s part Italian?“

“I have my sources… which may be the wait staff who are big fans of the guy. Here this is from them,” Charlie hands you a to-go box.”It’s tiramisu… for two,” he winks.

“Oh my god! I told you, we--”

“Will thank me at your wedding!” Charlie says as he waves you out of the door to the sidewalk where Chris is waiting.

“Wedding? Who’s getting married?” Chris asks.

You let out a sigh and shake your head. “Nobody. Want dessert?”

You and Chris small talk and walk and eat tiramisu on your way to the car. It was nice. It was normal. It felt… real. You didn’t realize how much you needed and missed small, yet meaningful moments like this until right now.

The pair of you stop in front of a pet shop window and watch the puppies play together for a moment. You pointed out a pair of snuggled up puppies to Chris. “Hey, they kinda look like us!”

Chris chuckles when he looks, “They do!” A chocolate brown puppy and a tannish-white one lie peacefully in one another’s presence without a care for the world on the other side of the glass. The tannish-white one starts to lick and nudge at the chocolate brown one, eliciting what you made out to be a sleepy smile from the brown pup. You don’t know why, but witnessing such intimacy causes you and Chris to straighten, fidgeting and giggling nervously.

“I had fun today.”

“As did I. You’re better company than I thought you’d be,” you joke.

“Uh… thanks?” He answers reluctantly, causing you to giggle. “Maybe we could… hang out again sometime…?”

“Maybe we could.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.” There’s a beat of silence as you and Chris hold each other’s gaze. “So… you wanna take my number down?” you prompt him.

“Right! Right. Yeah, I should probably do that…” Chris stammers as he pulls out his phone. You take it from him, replacing it with your phone. You put in your number along with taking a silly picture for your contact, and he does the same.

Chris laughs at your shared child-like humor, and you revel in the moment. It was nice. It was normal. It was the first time you’d felt unmistakably connected with someone without feeling anxious of their motives or what the world thought of it in a very long time.

Time moved slowly when you were with Chris, it seemed to good to real life. But just like that, a flash snaps you and Chris out of your daze and back to reality.

You both look in the direction of the camera flash to find a young woman trying to pretend she didn’t just take a picture of the two of you. Chris turns back to you but doesn’t meet your eyes. Instead his head is hung low as he says “I really… hate that shit.”

“Preaching to the choir.” Chris looks up to your face, your gaze steady in the general direction of the perpetrator. “Makes me feel like an animal in a cage.” You say.

This is why Chris doesn’t mind celebrity companionship. You get it. You understand this strange aspect of his life that not many other people truly do. You also get the value of normalcy and privacy… and leaving when the party’s over.

“Let’s get out of here.” You say coldly and walk in the direction of the car.

Chris was baffled, to say the least. This was usually the part where you talk about how “fans” will cross invisible boundaries just because they know your face and name. However, you seemed uninterested in trauma bonding.

You were already buckled in when Chris caught up to you in the car. The energy the entire drive to your sister’s brownstone was… off. Nothing like it was earlier in the day. A simple flash changed your mood, and Chris was aching for it to go back to before. But no joke, or crank of the radio volume seemed to work.

When Chris pulls up to the curb, you immediately hop out, mumbling a final thank you to him.

“Hey,” Chris grabs your wrist gently, halting you, “You get kinda used to it. Ya know... after a while,” he says hoping you’d find comfort in his words.

You look down at where his hand was wrapped around your wrist. “Yeah… that’s what I'm afraid of... but thanks anyway.” Taking back your wrist from Chris, you turn to walk to the front door.

Chris is calling after you. He doesn't want to be emotionally intrusive, but he hopes you'll give him a chance to understand you. Help you. Comfort you. If only she'd turn around. You can't bear to look back at Chris. It will only remind you of everything good today, and why you can't have it.

Part 8 coming soon! What’d you think?

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frighthouseofalighthouse · 5 years

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I'M GONNA DO IT TO EM' ALL ASKS THAT YOU REBLOG TONIGHT TILL 10 AM TOMORROW.... DO THEM!!!!

Hey, you had to do it to ‘em! Here they are starting with the most recent.

“Weird asks that say a lot”

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Coffee mugs because you can use them for everything. Teacups are too small for a proper cuppa.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate bars always.

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Bubblegum, which I miss so much. I haven’t had it in over 2 years bc of my braces

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

I didn’t go to public school but all the adults who dealt with me said I was sociable and tried to get everyone to do the group projects but no one listened so I ended up sitting alone reading and quietly doing the project.

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Glass BOTTLES make it taste superior.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Pastel boho preppy goth best describes my style.

7. earbuds or headphones?

Earbuds, but only rubber tipped ones. The plastic ones never fit in my ears. Also headphones never cover my whole ear right. :/

8. movies or tv shows?

TV shows keep my attention span better.

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Brewing thunderstorms.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

None. But trampoline if I had to pick.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Scrambled eggs, peanut butter toast, and some kind of fruit.

12. name of your favorite playlist?

My main one is Things You Love. My one for writing is Queen And Country, and my other two favorites are Summer Songs and A Queen Knows How To Fight A War.

13. lanyard or key ring?

Key ring, lanyards get in the way.

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Swedish Fish or Sour Patch Kids.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

OH MAN. To Kill A Mockingbird, The Great Gatsby, Fahrenheit 451, The Grapes Of Wrath, and The Handmaid’s Tale were definitely my top 5 in English class.

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Curled up sideways in an armchair with my legs slung over the arm. Sitting normally sucks.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

Either pair of my black boots, or my pink floral Skechers that I wear to work.

18. ideal weather?

60 degrees, cloudy, windy, with a chance of rain.

19. sleeping position?

On my right side, arms around a fluffy pillow, one leg out straight and the other drawn up with my knee to my chest.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Laptop. I’m trying to exercise my hand and wrist so I don’t tire as quick of notebook writing, though.

21. obsession from childhood?

History, Nancy Drew books, Harry Potter, and ghost stories.

22. role model?

The person I am but don’t think I am.

23. strange habits?

Pulling my shirt collar up over my nose and mouth/putting it in my mouth and chewing on it.

24. favorite crystal?

Amethyst, my birthstone! Close second is blue goldstone. (Have you ever seen it? It looks like the universe. I have a worrystone made of blue goldstone and it’s one of my prized possessions.)

25. first song you remember hearing?

Something from church probably. Outside of church probably one of these: If I Had A Hammer // Peter, Paul and Mary, Puff The Magic Dragon // Peter, Paul and Mary, Scarborough Fair // Simon & Garfunkel, The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald // Gordon Lightfoot.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Sit in the shade.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Drink tea, read, and play either Pokemon or Nancy Drew and the Clue Benders Society on my 3DS.

28. five songs to describe you?

The Pines // Roses & Revolutions, I Am Here // Pink, Walk Me Home // Pink, Call Home // Heathers (not the musical), Traveler’s Song // Aviators

29. best way to bond with you?

Talk to me about history, crime, musicals, books, or tv shows

30. places that you find sacred?

Natural swamps. Libraries. Old, overgrown gardens. Anywhere historic. Pine forests at dusk. Anywhere under a clear night sky.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

A plaid shirt, black leggings, and black boots with dark neutral lipstick and a black choker.

32. top five favorite vines?

Fre she vocado, BENTLEY NOOOOO, uhhh I sure hope it does, the one of Lin Manuel-Miranda trying to brainstorm, and this bitch empty YEEt

33. most used phrase in your phone?

Idk how to find this out

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

Idk if this is just a local thing here but WOW ITS NATURESTONE

35. average time you fall asleep?

12-1 nowadays.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

I can haz cheezburger

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Depends. Suitcase for things like my laptop that are better protected than in a duffel bag, but duffel bag otherwise because they’re easier to carry.

38. lemonade or tea?

TEAAAAA

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Both please

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

My house? We had a safe word when we did math. It was “quokka.” If we got overwhelmed we’d say it and then stop and look at pictures of quokkas.

41. last person you texted?

My friend and coworker.

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Jacket pockets.

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Cardigan or hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap?

Lavender

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy. It takes me a bit to get into fantasy books usually, but sci-fi is hard to follow and superhero is mostly predictable.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

Fuzzy pants and a t shirt

47. favorite type of cheese?

Muenster, parmesan, or goat cheese

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

Raspberry

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

“I have no country to fight for. My country is the earth, and I am a citizen of this world.” - Eugene V. Debs

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

A weird local political ad a couple years back.

51. current stresses?

My recent breakup, an overnight shift I work on Wednesday night, and trying to find time to go out to a corn maze with my friend.

52. favorite font?

Baskerville or Georgia.

53. what is the current state of your hands?

Covered in small cuts and scrapes from work, nails picked short, black nail polish mostly peeled off.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

babysitting job: Kids suck never have more than one. Retail job: being on your fee it hardddd

55. favorite fairy tale?

Beauty and the Beast or Rapunzel

56. favorite tradition?

Looking at Halloween decorations

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Cutting, being manipulated by my dad, and letting other people make me believe I wasn’t good enough (still working on that one)

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Writing, puzzle-solving, singing, and calligraphy

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Oh shit waddup”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

One of those preppy gothic private school animes with a dark secret lurking around the corner

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

Book: “Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance. You have to work at it.” - The Handmaid’s Tale. Movie: “It’s not about deserve. It’s about what you believe. And I believe in love.” - Wonder Woman. TV Show: “I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself.” - Doctor Who.

62. seven characters you relate to?

Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Remus Lupin, Richard Gansey III, Blue Sargent, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury.

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Same five that I said describe me.

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Webkinz and the old American Girl site circa 2009.

65. any permanent scars?

One down my chest from heart surgery as a baby, lots from self harm on my arms/legs, some on my left knee from falling as a kid, and one on the back of my right heel from being pecked by a goose at the fair when I was 11.

66. favorite flower(s)?

Sunflowers, roses, and dahlias.

67. good luck charms?

Myself.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Ranch anything.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Jellyfish have no brains and no heart.

70. left or right handed?

I’m third generation left handed!

71. least favorite pattern?

Vertical stripes.

72. worst subject?

Math.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

Wendy’s fries and chocolate frosty.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

7. Usually I just ignore it because I have a “high pain tolerance” (which means I like to put myself through minor pains because I think I deserve it)

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

Age 5. I was trying to blow up an inflatable ball and it came out.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

ALL POTATOES EXCEPT POTATO SALAD

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Violets.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Neither, both suck equally.

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

Never had a school id so I guess the license

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth tones for me

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

...They are literally the same thing

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

Writing. I absolutely cannot draw.

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts, talk radio is so obnoxious.

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie. The clothes are easier to take on and off. I used to accidentally rip polly pocket clothes all the time.

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology. I like it because it explains things, it’s creation stories, its origins. Fairy tales are just fantasies or cautionary tales.

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies.

87. your greatest fear?

Rejection, drowning, and clowns.

88. your greatest wish?

To be a semi-successful author and historian.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

My mom.

90. luckiest mistake?

Not succeeding in killing myself!

91. boxes or bags?

Bags.

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Dim lamps if they have yellow bulbs. I hate white lights. And also fairy lights yes please.

93. nicknames?

Ellie, Ell, Little Lion, Lioness.

94. favorite season?

FALLLLL

95. favorite app on your phone?

Tumblr, Spotify, or Instagram.

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

Revolutionary War-era America or late Victorian England.

THIS GOT REALLY LONG AND I DONT WANNA HIT THE TEXT BLOCK LIMIT SO IMMA DO ALL THE HALLOWEEN ONES SEPARATELY, MAYBE IN THE MORNING.

#a series of essays anonymously published

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llovelashonne-blog · 5 years

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YOU CAN VOTE, BUT YOU MUST REMAIN SILENT??!!

It’s so much wrong in this country, I find myself not knowing where to start.

Do I start with the injustice of police brutality?

Do I start with you why people feel the need to call the police on someone simply because of the color of their skin?

Why when I was sitting in the Waffle House with my daughter, minding my business, a guy looked over at my daughter and I and told his girlfriend that he could call some of his buddies that were policeman and have us locked up in the women’s prison in Wetumpka, Al? The prison is now closed, but it makes you wonder. He continued on to tell his girlfriend that he and his police friends picked up black women all the time and locked them away, because no one misses a nigger.

Why is it when I injured my back/sciatica/knee or even when my fibromyalgia is flared up with a vengeance the first thing white doctors say to me is I am not going to give you a narcotic? I didn’t ask for a damn narcotic. Can I get a thorough examination please? But I have to suffer in pain because you feel every black person is a junkie?

Because of that ignorance, I am at home, and I can’t turn myself in my bed to re-position without help from my children, I can’t sit up to even attempt to make it to the restroom by myself, even with my cane and the assistance of my children it is difficult to make it anywhere, I cry getting into and out of the car, I’m getting no sleep in a recliner but it’s easier to get up out of it than the bed, but because I am black I’m not entitled to pain relief. That’s just cruel and heartless.

While we are on doctors…..why isn’t there something set in place to protect the people when dealing with workman’s compensation? Workman’s compensation doctors are protecting the companies we work for, but who’s protecting us?

I was treated like dog crap on the bottom of a shoe, and that’s how I felt every time I left a doctor’s visit. The doctor’s are aggressive bullies. It’s like how much can I say because I need my job, will what I say affect my job, or they allowed to talk to me like this. Just who in the hell do they think they are? Someone who can do what they want because no one is looking or cares.

Short version. I injured my back. After workman’s compensation sent me back to work, I ended up at work crying. My job sent me home. I was never paid for the time I was sent home, the days I had to leave to go to the doctor, or the days I went to the doctor early and was at work hurting after the examination. My job would tell me to go home because I could not do my job in the type of pain I was in. First doctor said that he couldn’t find anything, but if I would return and use my private insurance he was sure he could figure out what the problem was.

The doctor I went to for a second opinion two hours away told me that the doctor I had initially seen was an excellent doctor. Never had a misdiagnosis in his career. He told me I should have trusted him and it would have saved me a trip. This guy had not examined me. We spent the first 15-20 minutes talking about the doctor I had seen prior to seeing him. The nurse with workman’s compensation told him that the progress report from the physical therapist showed that on Mondays my back would be better after the weekend, but after I return to work I would have knots in my back and in pain. The doctor told the nurse from workman’s compensation that I needed to find another job!!!

I told this doctor and the doctor prior to him that the pain was in my lower back and it would go down my leg. Mostly the right leg, but some days it would be both at different times.

After they closed my case I went to the emergency room. I couldn’t take it anymore. The pain had become worst. When I explained my symptoms, and the ER doctor examined me he told me that it was my sciatic nerve. I suffered from sciatica. He told me to follow up with my physician, gave me a shot, prescription, and some instructions. And yes he told me when he brought in the shot to administer it to me, he was not giving me a narcotic, and no, I did not ask for one. He did tell me that anytime the pain starts in the lower back and travels down your leg it the sciatic nerve. Now you have to wonder how the other TWO specialist I saw didn’t know that. It’s in their notes that I said the pain traveled down my leg. Damn shame.

Why isn’t there anyone to keep the churches in check? You have priest molesting children. Children that are now men. Elders. How do you get to go through life being molested as a child and nothing is done until you and adult? In the church. It should be the safest place for anyone. I have a story. Not about molestation, but it’s bad.

I worked for a catholic school. A black catholic church. No, I am not catholic, but I am a person of faith. Strong faith. I am someone that truly believes. I am on no account perfect nor do I claim to be, but I do my best everyday to do what is right. And I’m not a nun/priest, but I don’t need to be to know right from wrong.

I started working at a catholic school in 2011/2012. After I started the job I found that we often wouldn’t get paid on time. This made it extremely difficult. Why didn’t I leave you say…….well….because I thought things would get better, and I thought God wanted me there. I cannot lie. Through God I helped a lot of preschoolers. I know I cannot save them all, but if I can give them a strong foundation of the basics before they get to kindergarten, they can build anything they want on it. And that’s what I did. Everyday.

2015-2016 school year the preschool received a grant. We received a $150,000.00 grant. The principal, the director, my assistant, and I worked hard for that grant. It was times I was at the school until 9:30 at night rearranging and cleaning the room.No, I am not over exaggerating. If you were there and saw you would know.

The principal that helped get the grant left. The Father over the church hired one of his fraternity brothers to be principal. A former gym teacher. Well, again I was not getting paid. Now, I had a copy of the budget and director access to the company we received the grant from. Not only was we not getting paid on time I was not receiving my full salary. Like I said, the former principal, the director, my assistant, and myself worked on and meet with the company for the grant.

I was called in a meeting, my assistant and I because I continued to ask about my pay after repeatedly being warned not to or I would be terminated. I recorded this meeting because I learned quick that I would likely be the only telling the truth. I had to protect myself. I was threatened in the meeting again. If I continue to ask questions about my pay, I would be terminated.

I was told that I was not following the chain of command. I then named everyone that I had made an inquiry to about my pay at the school/church and that they all said the same thing. The money had not been deposited yet so I called the company we had received the grant from. I knew that the money had been deposited at the very beginning of the meeting. I was just hoping they would tell the truth. I was told that they didn’t have the money yet. I then told them that I had been informed that they did receive the money.

Next I was told that I couldn’t get paid on time because the other teachers were not able to get paid on time. The preschool was under a state grant so it had to be separated from kindergarten through 8th grade. Kindergarten through 8th grade was still under the church, and the staff was paid from tuition and donations. The Father and principal said that the parents were not paying so they couldn’t pay the staff.

I asked about the two weeks that we worked that they were not including in our pay. I was asked who told me that our pay would start on that particular day. I told them that HR had told me that, plus the principal sent an email and said it was mandatory we were at the school those days. I was then told I would receive that pay at the end of the school year. That would never happen. He did also tell me that the company put the grant money in the mission’s account and not the school’s account which meant he could do whatever he wanted to do with the money.

The priest leaned forward, spoke through his teeth, and put his finger in my face and told me that if I did not stop, I would be fired. I considered that to be a threat. I was not happy. I cannot read his mind, but I think he was hoping he would set me off so he could fire me. I had received calls from the company we received the grant from warning me he was trying to find out how he could fire me. My evaluation were great so he could not use that. At the time he was unaware that Alabama is an “at will” state. He eventually found out.

He terminated me through an email when I was out with my injured knee. A knee I had injured on the job. An email. It was short. Just said I was no longer needed. Would I do it again? Yes, I teach me children to stand up for themselves. How would I look if I did not do the same? No one should be treated like that. My bills were behind. It was times we didn’t have food. I was using baking soda for tooth paste and deodorant. You learn how to budget. Now let me remind you that we had to separate the preschool from the upper grades because the preschool accepted a grant from the state. When I applied for unemployment he told them that the preschool was a part of the church so I couldn’t draw unemployment. Yes, and he knew that the preschool was no longer a part of the church when he accepted the grant. That was done on purpose. If I was a weak person, a person with very little faith…..after dealing with him, a priest…..I don’t think I would believe in God because I have to tell you, it was a horrible feeling to look at a person in his position and know who he really was. There is no God in a person like that.

When will my people stop trying to gain acceptance from racist? They are not going to ever accept you. Accept and love yourself and spread that love to your children. Build. When will we stop looking down on our sisters and brothers. When will we stop looking at our dark skin people as ugly or our like skin people as uppity. They are ALL our people. The other races’ skin tones are different too, but you don’t see them hating on each other. Why are you? Don’t exploit you people. Don’t betray your people for the mighty dollar. Nothing is mightier than God. You can believe that. Take that to the bank.

Black sisters stop the memes and post about black men, and black men stop the memes and post about black women. We are too divided already.

We all have been hurt. We have to take responsibility in our failed relationships also, it’s not just our partner. It takes two. You made a decision to be with them so check yourself too. Reflect and choose better. And remember they only can do what you allow. So stop the black men/women do or don’t do this or that. Enough!! Both sexes the black man and woman have their faults in relationships just like any other race. No one is perfect.

When will racist stop looking at and treating us like I don’t deserve to be here. When will we get our equal justice. Our civil rights. When will we be human in America. Stop telling us that we’re carrying anger from things that happened to our ancestors…..the civil rights movement was 1954-1968. It’s just 2019, and this country is going backwards. Stop pretending like it doesn’t still exist.

This is long, and I know the chances are great that no one will read it, but I know I put it out there. I have a vote and a voice!! Don’t hush me!!

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dis-easedfairy · 6 years

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Noxious Pt.2

Chapter 2: Man’s Best Friend

Warnings!: 18+ Swearing/Strong Language | Possessive Jimin

Pairings: Park Jimin x Female Reader | Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Best friend au!, College au!, Eventual Smut, Eventual Poly!au

Word Count: 4,122

Summary: Jimin, Taehyung and F/n are all childhood friends. Taehyung moved away some years ago and left Jimin to take care of F/n. F/n falls for Jimin as they get older and gives up everything to fit into his life, until one night Jimin gets drunk and tells her what he really thinks of her.

After that lunch, Jimin went back to normal, mostly. He would text more than usual and didn’t push me to go to parties that he knew Jinsoo was at. I was trying to answer his texts later, I would give it 2 minutes then 5 then 10 before responding, but as soon as 5 minutes passed and I didn’t answer, he’d spam me asking where I was, if I was okay and if I was ignoring him.

I tried to avoid him by locking myself in my dorm to draw, but he’d come knocking on the door right after practice and would sit at my bed on his phone, making sure to bug me if I was too focused on my work. He was clear that only he got my attention.

I stocked my mini fridge with sandwiches and drinks so I could skip lunch at the cafeteria, but Jimin would order me food there and invade my room again.

The only time I got away from him were classes. Since Dance was a minor class I didn’t get the same classes as Jimin, thank God.

After I got out of my last class I quickly shoved my sketchpad, pens, and notebook in my bag and rushed out the class, deciding to catch the bus to the park and get away from Jimin’s overbearing presence. I sat by the river, enjoying the sounds of the water accompanied by birds and people talking in the distance.

I let out a deep breath, shaking off any stress that has been building up over the past few days. I got out my sketchpad and a pencil. I turned the pad to landscape and began to let my pencil drift over the paper as I drew the outline of the water and bridge, stealing glances to make sure I was at least a little accurate. I was contemplating going back to the school for watercolor pens, knowing the light cloud-like color would give the illustration the light, fluffy and dream-like happy feeling I had while making it.

A weight being lifted off my chest and cool feeling washed throughout my veins as I got lost in the page. A hand went spread onto my page and pushed my sketchpad down. I was ready to attack the person who did it, my head snapping to look beside me, eyes wide.

“Why are you ignoring me?” Jimin whined, making me sigh in annoyance.

I put my pencil in my hair and moved my sketchpad so it rested on my bag, “I HAVE to practice drawing, you know.” I rolled my eyes.

“But what about meee~” He threw himself onto my lap.

“You know, any regular best friend would be understanding and supportive.” I went to grab my sketchpad but Jimin hit it out of my reach.

“Jimin! Don’t!” I scolded as I saw dirt go between the pages.

Jimin sat up and pouted at me as I reached over, getting my sketchpad and shaking the dirt out, examining my works and praying none where ruined.

“I would’ve never told you to get back into drawing if I’d known you’d get so absorbed in it again!”

You didn’t tell me.

“Jimin, seriously, what’s up? I would spend hours alone and you wouldn’t care. You’d text every once in a while, but lately, you want more attention?” I practically saw the anger rush throughout his body.

“You’ve been here for 3 HOURS, F/n!” He snapped.

I looked up at the sky, the sun was closer to the ground, I also didn’t notice how cool the air got as the sun descended. The colors blending from blue, to purple, pink, orange and yellow.

“Oh, sorry, Chim. Look at the colors of the sky though. It’s so pretty.”

“Who cares about the sky!? Let’s go eat or something! My treat!” Jimin jumped up, grabbing my hand and yanking me to my feet.

I shoved my sketchpad in my bag, throwing it over my shoulder, salty that Jimin was dragging me away from my love.

“So a restaurant again! I like the quiet time with you!”

“Are you sure nothing’s wrong?”

“Besides my best friend ignoring me for her stupid sketchpad, nothing is out of the ordinary!”

“You sound way too excited to just go to a restaurant...” Jimin stopped walking and turned to me.

“You don’t spend enough time with me! I barely see you during the day! I have to break into your room to see you for lunch! You ignore my texts because you’re drawing on that stupid sketchpad! I just have to hope I get to see you after class, but OF COURSE, you found a way to avoid me for three hours!”

“You make it seem like I’m dating you and cheating on you with an inanimate object.”

“That’s what it feels like! I can’t invite you to parties anymore because Jinsoo, I can’t see you because of something I said when I was drunk and you avoid me like the plague! You don’t even care about me anymore!”

“It’s just a sketchpad. It’s the first week of me picking up the pencil again. I’m rusty and need to practice.” I stated flatly.

“Seriously, make at least a little time for just me.” Jimin frowned.

Oh great, he wasn’t going to let go easy, “...Fine, just respect that I get lost in my work and can’t answer right away.” Jimin looked like he was going to protest but I began to drag him to look for a restaurant.

The next day I told Jimin that he could have my undivided attention after my classes for about 2 or 3 hours tops because I needed to practice. He tried to wiggle an hour or two more but I stood strong.

I threw my phone on my bed, knowing he sensed how much I’ve pulled away, that’s why he was being clingy. He was trying to keep me close. Trying to keep me trapped.

I thought of a game plan. I didn’t really want a boyfriend, but I knew he wouldn’t let up. Jinsoo knew Jimin fairly well, enough to know Jimin deemed me ‘off limits’. I began to hope Jinsoo would pretend to date me, but that was quickly shot down when I realized Jinsoo is a dick and wouldn’t pretend to be my boyfriend without a price.

I couldn’t ask Jimin’s friends Hoseok, Jeongguk or Yoongi because they were so close and they wouldn’t want to get on Jimin’s bad side. They also knew I HAD a thing for Jimin and would tell Jimin what I was up to in a heartbeat.

I needed to take risks, but I needed to play smart. Slowly pulling away was harder now that I didn’t go to any of his classes and he was paranoid now.

“I could date a girl.” I brainstormed out loud.

“I think you’d be an excellent lesbian.” I heard, making me jump.

My roommate Haneul giggled at my reaction. She grabbed her jacket off the bed and began to search for something.

“Going out tonight?” I smirked.

Her eyes widened, “Not like that! We’re all just walking around the city, maybe go to a few clubs, food, just hang out, Jimin’s coming too, I figured you got an invite.” She frowned.

“Nope! Jimin’s mad at me because I pay more attention to my work than him.” I sighed, swaying my computer chair from side to side.

“Sounds like a jealous boyfriend to me.” She shrugged, pulling on her jacket and opening her desk.

“Nope, just a controlling fucker.” I tapped my pen on my notebook.

“WHOA. Okay.” She seemed surprised.

“I sense judgment.”

“No! You’ve been chasing after Jimin for years now, what changed?” I shrugged.

“I’m just tired of being his lap dog. I get we grew up together and everything, I don’t want to waste my days on someone who will never reciprocate the same feeling.”

“I take it you didn’t tell Jimin any of this.”

“What makes you say that?”

“He volunteered you to bake cookies for the group.”

“Fuck you all, you don’t deserve my grandma’s recipe.”

“WHOA! Just because Jimin is an ass doesn’t mean we have to suffer!” She argued.

“To answer you, no, I didn’t tell him any of this, if I do he’ll get more clingy than he is and will try to rope me back in so please keep your cake hole closed.”

Haneul held up a hand, “Scouts honor.”

“You were a girl scout?”

“No, but I will be if you get me cookies.”

“Are you blackmailing me!?”

“...Yes?”

“Good job, I expect great things from you, Haneul. I’ll go shopping for the things tomorrow.”

I decided to take a snack break from my drawing, going out at around 1am. Just roaming around, walking to nowhere in particular. Stopping at a random convenience store, getting soda, chips and ice cream, strolling around. I strolled to the bridge over the river, seeing the moonlight reflect off the rippling water, a cool breeze blowing in contrast to the warm weather. I began to open the chocolate ice cream, excited to get my fix. Eating my ice cream and people watching by the river was a lot more fun to me than you’d think.

“F/N! HELP ME!” I heard and began to look around for the person calling out to me.

I groaned in annoyance when I saw who it was. Jimin’s arm was thrown over Hoseok’s shoulder and Jeongguk walked alongside them, filming Jimin’s drunken state.

“Just one night with my ice cream is all I ask.” I complained.

“I’m sorry, F/n, we didn’t realize how much he drank.” Hoseok apologized, sheepish smile on his face.

“F/n-ie! I want a hug!” Jimin tried reaching out for me, causing Hoseok to lose grip and Jimin landing face down on the ground.

My eyes followed him down, not reacting. I pressed my lips together, unimpressed with the failed display of affection.

“Help us with your boyfriend.” Jeongguk teased, beginning to pick up Jimin.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” I sighed, handing Hoseok my uneaten chocolate ice cream and bag of snacks.

Hoseok happily took my ice cream and snacks, eating my ice cream as I got on the other side of Jimin, throwing his arm over my shoulder.

“My yakgwa! I love youuu~” Jimin wrapped both of his arms around me, squeezing as hard as he could.

“Jeongguk! Muscle Bunny save me!” I struggled to breathe as Jimin’s death grip didn’t loosen.

Jeongguk started to pry Jimin away, “Hyung, you’re going to kill her.” He giggled.

Jimin’s hands went to my face, squishing my cheeks, “Look at my best friend! She’ll always be here!”

“Who let this happen again?”

“Let’s just get him to the dorms.” Hoseok spun around and began to march like a soldier.

I huffed and helped Jeongguk with Jimin.

“Hey, F/n? Psst! N/n!” I looked at Jimin, irritated that I had to do this AGAIN.

“What, Jimin?”

“If I told you to sit, would you?” Jungkook, Hoseok and I froze in our tracks.

“Excuse me?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“He’s drunk! The faster we get him home the less time he has to make an ass out of himself.” Hoseok reasoned.

“I say fetch and you do. Do you sit? Maybe I can teach you to roll over.” Jimin winked, tongue peeking out, a lousy attempt to act attractive but it only made me disgusted.

“It’s about to go down.” I heard Jeongguk whisper to Hoseok as I processed how badly I just got disrespected.

I shoved Jimin forward so he landed on the ground again, “Lay down, boy!” I mocked, walking around him, grabbing my things from Hoseok and leaving them to handle the drunken asshole who I used to be nice to.

I ignored his calls, of course, focusing completely on my drawing and nothing else.

If he came to my room, I didn’t answer the door. I turned off my phone that morning so I didn’t have to deal with it.

I was planning on only going to classes, and that was it, sadly, however, Haneul got drunk the same night Jimin did and ended up eating all my sandwiches so I got one from the cafeteria at lunch and I sat in the campus quad, munching my sandwich and reading about Impressionism art from 1895 to 1885.

Someone sat next to me and immediately looked up at the trees, knowing who it was and telling whatever deity would listen not to test me.

“F/n, I’m sorry about what I said. Can you stop ignoring me now?”

“No. Go away, fuckboy.” I asserted, taking another bite of my sandwich, keeping my eyes on my book.

“I’ll buy you some sweets!” I ignored him.

Jimin sighed, “I said I was sorry. I take back what I said, you didn’t deserve that.”

I kept reading.

“Can you just listen to me for three minutes!?”

I let out a growl and snapped my head to look at him, “Listen, fuckcheese, I’m trying to learn about Gustave Caillebotte’s ‘Paris Street, Rainy Day’ and you’re making it hard!”

“And I’m trying to apologize to my best friend!”

“Don’t you mean Man’s best friend!? Because you practically called me a dog last night!”

Jimin took a deep breath, “It was wrong and I’m sorry, you have complete permission to hit me next time.”

“I wasn’t going to ask for it.”

“Okay, you’re still mad.”

“Of course I’m mad! You honestly think I’m a lap dog or something, don't you!?”

“No, I do-”

“I get I did everything for you, but it was because you being happy always made me happy! Instead of a ‘thank you’ and a return of the affection, I get called a dog who you want to teach to ‘roll over’!”

“At least it wasn’t ‘bend over’!” My eyes widened.

“Wait! No, F/n, I take that back, I’m so-!”

“I honestly can’t believe you! Ever since I got into a different major, you’ve been an insufferable dick lord! Don’t come by to my dorm unless your mom asks about me.” I sneered, grabbing my things and stomping back to my dorm, slamming the door and locking it behind me.

I threw myself on my bed and let out a long breath, trying to calm down, “So much for pulling away slowly.” I huffed.

I heard a ding from my charging laptop. I looked over to my desk and saw a vase of vibrant roses. I sat up slowly, not really understanding why I got roses or who delivered them. I stood up and walked to my desk, seeing a gray and purple embellished card, the name ‘Yakgwa’ in a large and beautiful font.

There were six different roses surrounded by baby’s breath and fragrant honeysuckle. One rose was bright and happy yellow. One was a just as bright of a yellow, only the tips of the petals were delicately caressed with red. One was white. One was light pink. My favorite, a lavender-colored rose and lastly, a striking red rose that sat in the center.

I picked up the card, hesitant that Jimin wrote something stupid. I opened the card.

I thought of you today and the day before. I think of you when I see yakgwa and always buy it so I can eat it when I’m down. You’re not forgotten, you never will be, my sweet, happy dipped, Yakgwa.

- Yours, Taehyung.

I felt my lips stretch into a big smile. I was always heartbroken to never talk to him. Life was always busy, he didn’t get any social media and we just parted slowly. I haven’t seen or talked to him in years. There was a camping trip we were all supposed to go on when we were 14, but Taehyung never showed.

Taehyung was the sweetest. He always acted like a big brother, always making sure I never got hurt and never got sad. I still remember his boxy smile perfectly.

I picked up my phone and turned it on, immediately getting hit with notifications from Jimin, both old and new. I only rolled my eyes and unlocked my phone, going to my contacts and praying the call didn’t get awkward.

“Hello?”

“Mrs.Kim? Hi! How’ve you been!?”

“I’m sorry, who’s this?” I frowned.

“Oh yeah, it’s been years... It’s me, F/n... Yakgwa?” I heard a clank, like glass meeting glass.

I assumed she was drinking something and put down the glass when she heard my name.

“Aww, our So-Yakgwa! How have you been? Why did you call? Do you need something?” I smiled, she sounded exactly the same.

“Uh, I’ve been great, and yes, I do need something. I was wondering if you had Tae’s address? I wanted to send him some things, or I can send them to you and he can pick them up there.”

“Him picking it up here sounds great, So-Yakgwa. Taehyung was just talking about you yesterday.” I lit up.

“Really? I just got his roses.”

“You should’ve seen him asking the florist what each color meant and how he should arrange them.”

“He always was interested in those kinds of things. Can you text me your address later?”

“Of course! I bet he’d love to know he’s getting something.”

“Actually, do you mind keeping it a surprise? He surprised me so I want to surprise him back.”

“Isn’t that the cutest? I understand, I won’t tell him. Don’t be a stranger and visit sometime, okay?” My eyes drifted to my calendar.

My weekend was free now. My mom was a busy woman and was on a business trip so she told me she couldn’t visit that weekend.

“How about I visit during the weekend? My mom is on a business trip and I don’t mind the drive.”

“That would be perfect! Speaking of your mother, I talked to her a few days ago, ” I took that as she got my address for Taehyung, “and she said you go to that new art school in Seoul? She said you were a dance major, but I hear they have art there, is the program any good?”

“Yes! I switched majors actually! I’m majoring in Drawing and Illustration, I’m also taking some classes on painting and modern art! The teachers love teaching and are good at it, the courses are flexible so there’s little to no rush to complete assignments and the campus is beautiful!”

“I’m glad you love it, So-Yakgwa. I have to go, but I’ll see you soon?”

“Definitely, goodbye Mrs.Kim!”

“Goodbye, So-Yakgwa.”

I hung up, picking up the lavender rose and running my fingertip along the soft petals, “My turn to surprise you, Tae Tae.”

Left campus for a trip back home the next day, it took about 2 hours but I knew it was worth it. I went to the grocery store. I got all the ingredients for my grandma’s chocolate chip cookie recipe, a pretty card and found the spare key to the house. I spent most of the afternoon making cookies, finding the perfect heart-shaped box to put them in.

The box was white and I placed the cookies in, closing it and tying a purple ribbon around it to hold it in place. I got a larger box, wrapped bubble wrap around my heart-box and placed it inside. I got the plain card that had a single pink butterfly on it and pondered on my words.

I’m sending this to let you know you were never forgotten as well. I always think of you too. Just yesterday Jimin and I talked to Mrs.Park about you. I didn’t remember you being my first kiss, but I’m happy it was you! You sent those roses when I needed to smile the most. As always, you take care of me, even if we haven’t seen each other in years. I bet you look handsome now. I hope you kept your magical boxy smile that always filled me with such joy to see. I hope you’re doing well, my smiling, caring, HONEY dipped, Tae Tae.

- Yours too, F/n

I placed the card in the box and sealed it up, going to the post office and sending it off in hopes I make the Taehyung’s day a little brighter like he made mine.

Even though I was tired I left a dozen cookies for my mom and packed the other three dozen in a box and got my things to take the 2-hour trip back to campus. Keeping the box on my lap and thinking if I should give Jimin some, it was part of his childhood too. I felt like if I gave to Taehyung and not to Jimin, it would be wrong.

I started to think that maybe Jimin was sorry. Drunk people say and do things they don’t mean. I wasn’t sure if I should’ve done what I did knowing Jimin was probably hurt and sad that I’ve been avoiding him. I let my anger out when I should’ve been calm and mature.

I opened the box and took out a cookie. Crunchy edges and soft, chewy center, yet it felt so dull compared to when I shared them with Jimin. We would talk about childhood stories and talk about our present and future.

Yes, Jimin was a dick, but I’ve been around him for so long that I’m not sure how to be my own person yet. That’s why I wanted to pull away slowly, so I could find myself while losing him.

I chewed on my bottom lip, mulling over my decision as I pulled out my phone, took a picture of the box with the caption ‘Meet me in the quad’ and sent it to Jimin.

Jimin responded

Chim🐤: 🍪🍪😁yesssssss!!! Time?

I looked up to look around at my surroundings.

F/n: About an hour and a half. Don’t be a dick this time.

Once I got on campus I made my way for the quad, seeing Jimin sitting under the tree I was under at lunch the day before, on his phone, knees up to his chest, chin on his knees as a pout blessed his face. He had on a black t-shirt, basketball shorts and shoes I assumed he just threw on last minute.

He was only illuminated by a light nearby, the sun not yet gone as dark blue blended with purple. He looked up as I got closer, big smile and an adorable sparkle in his eyes.

“So that’s where you were today.” He beamed.

I giggled, sitting next to him, “Yeah, they’re not for our friend group, but for us.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow.

“Haneul said you volunteered me to bake cookies for them.”

“No, fuck them. They don’t deserve your grandma’s recipe.” Jimin asserted as he flipped open the box.

“I just said that so they’d shut up and leave me alone.” He added, taking a bite of cookie, closing his eyes, tilting his head back and humming.

“Save some for Haneul, I made a promise.” I started moving a few cookies to the side.

“But why does she get some? She wasn’t part of our childhood.” Jimin complained.

“Because I promised! ” I giggled.

“I’ll fight her.”

“I made three dozen! You won’t miss one!”

“That’s what you think. You haven’t been able to make these in months, only people who were there for our childhood should have them. They’re better than usual by the way.”

“Really?” I questioned, mouth full of cookie.

Jimin turned to me, eyes meeting mine, “Yeah, they’re a little sweeter like you put more love into them this time.”

I shoved him to the side, “Stop being cheesy!” I complained.

“I’m serious! Whoever you were thinking about made these cookies amazing. Was it me?”

I froze when I realized I was thinking of Taehyung when I made them. Taehyung and his roses. His note. His smile. His eyes that held so much magic and love in them.

“Uhh, yeah, of course.” I quickly took a bite, looking away.

“F/n? These were for me right?” He pressed.

“...Yes.” I looked back at Jimin to see a frown on his face.

“Who were you thinking about?” His voice was small.

“No one! I just made cookies to stop being pissed.” I stated dismissively as I reached for another cookie.

Jimin looked around the quad and waved me closer, “I need to tell you something.”

I leaned closer, curious for his words. Jimin smirked and quickly leaned forward, his plush lips pecking mine. He leaned back, his smile bigger when he saw my reaction.

My eyes wide, face reaching dangerous levels of heat, completely flustered and shocked.

Jimin giggled as he took another bite of cookie, “I’m your first kiss because it’s one we both remember.”

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