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justasparkwritings · 2 years

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Merry & Bright {8}: Bad Perfume

Previous: The One You Love

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst/Smut, Exes to Lovers to Exes, Non-Idol AU

Rating: NC17

Warnings: Swearing! Legal Alcohol Consumption! Car Sex! Unprotected Sex (oops)!

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: Returning home for the holidays always leads you to him and the secret you’ve kept, and regretted, for far too long.

Listening: tis the damn season, Taylor Swift

Master List: Merry & Bright 2021

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Tag List: @knjkitten @mochikeyds

Shuffling through the door of the bar in town, you take off your snow sprinkled coat and reluctantly take your beanie off your head. Your boots, scuffing along the plastic mats, pool in the water you’re sure someone’s supposed to have mopped up. It’s a safety hazard and a nuisance to you and whomever else walks in after you.

“Y/N! Over here!” Beatrix calls from a booth dead center on the wall of overstuffed, torn leather seats. The bar is crowded, and you recognize more than your fair share of faces. People you haven’t seen since middle school, some since high school, others who stabbed you in the back or made your life hell. The first wave home for the holidays, or those who never left.

“Y/N here!” Davis cheers, raising his half empty pint in your direction.

“Drunk already?” You ask. He’s the first one out of the booth to hug you, followed by Beatrix, and then Jimin and Yoongi.

“Nearly, can I get you something? A cider?” Yoongi offers.

“I’d love that, thanks Yoongs.”

Yoongi makes his way to the bar, and you’re ushered into his former spot next to Jimin. Jimin doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in.

“How was your flight?” He asks.

“Really fucking long. I forgot how much I hate flying from San Francisco back here.”

“Which is why you never come visit?” Davis asks.

“Which is why I only come back in the summer and at Christmas. But this fucking pandemic has really put a damper on that,” You shrug. “I’m glad they check everyone’s vaccination status before coming in.”

“Oh, they’re doing it everywhere in town, except the grocery store,” Beatrix informs you. “I knew we were liberal, but this is shocking.”

“When did you all get in?” You ask.

“Jiminie and I came in yesterday,” Yoongi answers. He sets your cider down before sitting next to you.

“I only live an hour away, so I drove in this afternoon,” Beatrix smiles. You haven’t seen her in… nearly two years? But your Facetime calls remain a weekly staple in your lives.

“Did you bring Buster?” Yoongi asks.

“I did, Buster Baxter is sleeping in front of the fire at my parents,” Beatrix answers. Her cheeks are tinted rosy- either from the heat or the alcohol or the way Jimin is staring at her. Their relationship, a secret to everyone but you, is getting harder and harder to hide.

Somehow, in the hubbub of catching up an hour passes, then two, and by the time Davis finally gets around to telling you what he decided he’d confide in the first five minutes of your arrival, he’s perhaps too late.

“Did you hear?” Davis asks. His open-ended question is directed at you, though you’re not quite sure why.

“Me?” You ask.

“Yeah, did you hear?”

“Hear what you hear?” You laugh, your obvious pun making you chuckle.

“Hoseok’s in town,” Yoongi stops the back and forth quickly. “He’s in town until Christmas.”

The color drains from your face. “What?”

“He came in early to help with the rush at his parent’s shop and work remotely.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You ask.

“Well he just walked in, so,” Beatrix points towards the door, and you turn, without thinking, to stare at him. Jet black hair slicked back to reveal just enough of his forehead, chestnut overcoat giving way to skintight black moto jeans and what you assume is a black crewneck cashmere sweater. He’s got a pendant necklace on, and a bracelet or two. You can take the man out of Soho, but you can’t take Soho out of the man.

“Why is he here?” You whisper.

“Look around,” Yoongi says. “Everyone’s here tonight. It’s one of those weird waves of all the people who came home early. Give it a few weeks and you won’t be able to step foot in here it’ll be so busy.”

You avert your gaze as Hoseok heads straight towards your group, smiling brightly at his former group of friends.

“Hey!” Hoseok says, voice loud and bubbly.

“Seokie!” Davis calls – a bit of an overcorrection if he’d asked you.

The cursory hellos are said, and as he sits down, you stare at Yoongi, eyes pleading.

“I’m gonna go,” You say, leg nudging Yoongi’s. He takes the hint and lets you out.

“Don’t go on my account,” Hoseok requests, but he sees it in your eyes.

You roll your eyes, slipping your coat back on. “I’ll see all of you later.”

Turning quickly on your heels, you make it out of the bar before a hand lands on your shoulder.

“Y/N, wait,” Hoseok says.

“What Hoseok?” You turn around, shaking his hand off your shoulder.

“I – don’t go.”

“Why not?”

“Because I wanna talk to you.”

“Why?”

“Yeah Hoseok, why?”

“I miss you.”

“Not this again.”

“It’s not again!”

“It is though! You didn’t ask me to wait!” You yell, your old argument picking up where it’s always ended.

“You didn’t ask me to stay!” He argues back.

“I don’t want to fight with you or spend time with this ache in my chest that happens whenever I pass you. We live on opposite sides of the country, but if you wanted to fucking know what was going on with me, you could’ve fucking asked! And what’s more, if you wanted to be fucking normal around our friends you wouldn’t have dated me in secret for years.”

He shakes his head, of course you don’t know. Of course, you aren’t paying any attention to him and his life’s trajectory. “We don’t live on opposite sides of the country!”

“Last I checked, we did.”

“I moved to Oakland six months ago,” His eyes are so sad – hadn’t you loved him once?

“So, I can run from you, but only so far?”

“I –

“No, what do you want from me? What do you want from this? To call me babe for the weekend? To pretend you didn’t shatter my heart? That I wasn’t your secret for years?”

“I just, I want you again.”

“You watched me leave.”

“And we called it even. We both agreed to keep our relationship a secret. Fuck, that was over a decade ago! But none of this has been even, it isn’t, it’s not,” He shakes his head. “It fucking haunts me like bad perfume.”

“I’m sorry the memory of our time together has tainted your existence.”

“Y/N,” He groans.

“I’m going home.”

“Home?”

You nod. “I’m staying at my parent’s house.”

“Let me drive you.”

“I’ll walk –

“Please, it’s cold and dark. Let me take you home.”

Disgruntled and frustrated, you oblige. He’s borrowed his dad’s old Ford Explorer, permanently stuck in 2010, it’s big and loud and ruining the planet. It’s an argument you’ve had for years, and one you don’t really want to repeat now.

Hoseok, staring at you periodically, turns down a road you haven’t taken in years. A short cut, which really is the same distance and takes the same time as going the normal route, you used to take it in high school. It was really just an excuse for you to stop and make out in the back seat.

You stare ahead, trying not to let your mind rush through all the moments in time you spent on this stretch of cement.

“Remember winter of senior year, after the recital?” Hoseok’s hand rests on the center console, itching to place it high on your thigh.

“What about it?” You snap.

“I told you I loved you, right about, here,” He pulls over and puts the car in park, before getting out and sitting in the back seat.

“Hoseok,” You warn, knowing exactly what he’s hinting at.

“Please, just, sit by me, hold my hand, talk to me,” He pleads.

You oblige, shuffling out the door and sitting next to him. He takes your hand in his, thumb rubbing gentle circles.

“You know, the road not taken doesn’t look better, you just feel guilty,” You finally stare into his eyes, which have been attempting to bore holes in you the entire time.

“I’ve always felt guilty. We shouldn’t have kept it a secret, even if it would’ve hurt our friends… we hurt them anyway.”

“I’m sorry,” You concede.

It doesn’t take much, the intensity of his gaze, the slight lean of his shoulders towards you, his free hand moving up and down your thigh. It doesn’t take much before you’re leaning in, lips meeting, hands moving to take off coats and palming him over his jeans. His slip under your sweater to toy with your breasts, tweaking your nipples and eliciting moans of satisfaction from you.

It isn’t long before you’re both whining, desperately wanting more. Hoseok pulls his lips from your neck to raise his hips just enough to wiggle out of his jeans and boxers. Finally relieving his throbbing cock from the tight constraints, he hisses as the frigid air hits him. You aggressively toss your boots in the front seat and pull your jeans all the way off your body. he watches you as you become bare, staring at your womanhood with a hunger he hasn’t felt since the last time you hooked up three Christmases ago. He strokes himself a few times while he waits for you to disrobe. Tossing a leg over his waist, you straddle him tightly.

“What?” He asks, his hands moving up and down the expanse of your bare thighs.

“Tis the damn season,” You answer, your lips hungrily attaching to his. His hands, strong and nimble, guide your hips over his cock, and you take the hint to lower your hips onto him. Moaning into his mouth, your breath hitches at how familiar it all is. His hips meeting your pace, lips searing yours, the darkness of the night engulfing his car as you fog up the windows.

Every Christmas leads to him and this town, and that road not traveled always looks so much better than the one you’re both on, where you ignore each other, hate each other, never resolve the conflicts of decades passed… but somehow without fail, end up in this car, your hips rocking into his, burning the sensation of him under you into your mind, downloading sound files of his moans into your hard drive, all of it bad perfume lingering in both your minds for the next twelve months.

Next: Decorate My Heart

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tehohaews · 3 years

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2020 CREATOR WRAP: FAVORITE WORKS

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works.

Thank you soooo much Nuria @taytawan for tagging me 🥺💖and ignore how late this is oops

Okay so 2020 is the year that I returned to “the internet” and I’m grateful cause otherwise I wouldn’t get to know all of you lovely people.Thank you for existing and making me feel like I belong somewhere 💖💖 So, along with my works I'm also gonna mention some of my favorite people and their works here and If you’ve ever made me smile you’re here and I love you <3

@snugglesweaters Terryyyyyyy. My closest friend here 🥺 I’ve never told you this but if it wasn’t for you,I doubt I would’ve lasted this long here. It's nice knowing someone as clueless and a clown like me. I can talk to you about anything and I feel like we have similar views on stuffs.I love making random references to fics and knowing that you’ll get it cause we kind of read the same fics. I love this tine glitter fic of yours (yes tine glitter fic), obviously this cause (vampire) bright in a beanie AND the coffee shop au hc that only I know about hehe. I love your (almost) phd brain and hope you’re doing well in your dissertation. YOU CAN DO IT DW. And may you stay healthy,hydrated,safe and happy in the coming year 😊💖 I love you soooooooo muchhhhhhh 💖💖💖

@lesbian-earn Mayyyyy!!!. My co president of the short people supremacy club. You are so sweet and kind and thank you for reaching out to me that one day I was feeling a bit anxious.It’s always lovely to see you on my activity and on the dash. Like I once said, you remind me of sunshine and ilu 💖💖 Hope that the next year is kind to you and you’ll do well in your uni stuffs dw, I know you can.💖 Also I’ve said this before but i looooveeee this fic of yours and when I found out it was you dfjidfjidfidf

@taytawan Nuriaaaaaaa 💖💖 You say that I’m kind but it’s always because you are so sweet and talented that I can’t help screaming about your works everytime I see them. If I’m not mistaken, the name Nuria comes from the word Nur meaning light. You make the world brighter and a better place by your presence and I’ve said this before but really, it would’ve been very lonely without you in this 2g circus. I love these two sets of yours (I mean I did write an essay in the tags when I saw this) .Thank you for everything, I love you and I hope that you remain safe and happy in the coming year 💖💖 (Also join mine and May's short people club,Terry isn't invited ofc jdjsdjasjij)

@brightwinfilm NATH efhifhihis my (almost) birthday twin. LISTEN we’re gonna have so much fun in March, 1) Itsay part 2 AND your birthday 2)Sarawat’s birthday 3) My birthday and 4)since we’re here let’s just say Tine’s birthday is in March too hehehe. Thank you for all the lovely sarawatine and brightwin content you make, they never fail to make me smile.I love this set of yours and this also cause hehehe i WILL bring this back muhahhaa.You’re a wonderful person and you make the world a better place. Take care of yourself and I hope that you are always happy,healthy and safe 💖 i love youuu

@ryudian My go to person when I need any updates. You are SO HELPFUL and so NICE. I love going to your blog and seeing your st dolls and all the crazy stuffs you do because of bw. And I absolutely loved what you did with the oishi drinks here. May you be happy and safe in the coming year and stop spending so much money on merch I'm worried you'll go bankrupt

@komari-maxx I love seeing you on my activity and I love your st dolls and fics, specially this fruity4 one cause sdhididhid you included my hc of them arguing over the colour on lunch.This totally happened no one can change my mind. Hope you'll be happy (with your st dolls hehe) in the coming year

@teh-ohaew *tarn voice* Eyy TAY djidjijid hehe oops. Tay and Teh sound so similar specially in tarn's voice. Omg Teh Tay besties. TAYYYYY I love youuuu and I love reading your tags and seeing you on my dash except when you and Ayesha go crazy sdhusdh hehe jk. You are so nice and I love this sarawatine ig hc of yours. Hope you have a lovely year ahead and remain happy,healthy and safe. Don't forget to take care of yourself (by that I mean listen to the itsay original score on repeat)

@metawin JAYYYYY. I still remember the first time I came across your blog, it was when you were (probably) rewatching wyel and blogging about it crazily. I was laughing so hard at those and then you followed me back and I still to this day have no idea why. It's comforting seeing your posts in the tags and the dash and I absolutely love this itsay set of yours. You are so talented and lovely and I hope that you have a wonderful year ahead. Lots of love <3333

@gremlinmetawin Ayesha bb 🥺🥺 You were the first person who interacted with me here and I love you for that. It's lovely seeing you in my dash and thank you for tagging me in tag games, I have fun doing them 💖💖 tbh I know like 3 Ayeshas irl but you are the loveliest and kindest of them all. Hope that the next year is kind to you,bring you happiness and you finally finish all those unwatched shows

@khaotungthanawat SAMMMMM Have I said that you are SO TALENTED this week? although tbh you deserve to hear that everyday. You always say that it's nothing but no, you ARE talented and kind. It's wonderful seeing your posts ( I feel like you're everywhere nowadays another proof that you work hard). You are a blessing to this world and I hope for you to be always happy and safe 💖💖.I love this st set, this itsay one and the tags of this post 😂😂 I will never not laugh at this.If this doesn't happen in the st special special askdkdsks

@metawwin ALIIIIIIIII, queen of parallels djijidjias. I love going through your blog and seeing all your 2g stuffs.I absolutely adore this set of yours. You are so talented and you make the world a happier place <3 I love youuuuu and I hope you're staying hydrated,taking care of yourself and doing the things you love. You deserve all the love and happiness in the world 💖💖

@wirapong AISHIIIIII Hope you're doing well. I've screamed about this already BUT this club drama fic? lives in my head rent free. Also I love all your soft baby wat fics cause WAT IS A BABY. Glad we have Tine as the President of the Sarawat protection squad. I love your writing. you're so talented and I hope that the coming year will bring you happiness <33

@acequinz Hi Ace!! I love your incorrect quotes sideblog and I love your fics, specially this, this and this. You're a lovely person and I hope that you have a wonderful year ahead.

@bisexualrep DORAAAA We haven't talked in a while but I smile whenever I see you in my activities. You are maybe the 4th person who followed me here and it still feels weird cause this and this? some of my fav wyel fics of all time. It's lovely reading your tags, they are so cheerful <3 Hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself. You deserve to be happy always 💖💖

Omg this is so long. If you're still here, here are some of the works that I'm proud of. 1)This itsay set. This was my first time doing big gifs and although this is loooong I like how this turned out, specially the colouring. 2) This cause do I do anything except 2g shitposting? No <3 I had this idea even before s2g aired but decided to wait so that I have more shots from s2g and I'm glad I did cause Earn basically got confirmed as a wlw so (Also special thanks to Terry cause the Man and Air hc were hers,her phd brain ikr) 3)This cause dcjsdjidi SARAWATINE SOULMATES. I love how the colouring turned out despite the fact that ps crashed halfway and I lost the gifs i spent 2 hours colouring. I tried to do this with scenes from the series only but couldn't cause wHen YoU aRe wItH yOuR cAmeRA SHOW US goddammit. If this was ao3 this would've been tagged as Tine teepakorn loves Sarawat guntithanon xD 4) Still2gether textposts obviously. I KNOW that 90% people follow me for my 2g shitposting and I got an ask once saying how were they so accurate and the reason for that is I spent HOURS on these. Atfirst it took a long time but after a while I got the hang of it. It was fun (though sometimes tiring) to make these after each ep aired. I'm proud of it and the fact that I managed to do 13 parts? gsjsdjsj 5) Still2gether subs that looks fake but aren't. shutup this was my first time giffing but it was funnnnn looking for the (canon) crack parts after every ep aired.

Also,thank you to all the lovely people who likes and reblogs my posts, I do see you and I love you all <33

Tagging: If you’re here then consider yourself tagged if you wanna do this or to anyone who sees this on the dash

#i wrote this at 4 am so this might not make sense #but anyway #HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE #tag game

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deerself · 3 years

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anyway it’s NDRV3 s/i time!! meet reina, ultimate archer but, also, ultimate bastard. faes honestly just trying faer best in..... questionable ways. im gonna ramble about her a bit (aka a lot, oops) under the cut!! 💚💚 (tw for mentions of eye injury)

she tends to often (pretend to) act pretty smug, cocky, or straight up kinda rude sometimes, due to not trusting anyone else in the killing game. but if you were to ask faer how faes doing fae’d respond like “the monokubs gave me spoilt milk this morning so honestly pretty terrible.” acts fake, isn’t actually fake

fae has a tendency to laugh/giggle a lot, both honest and also out of nervousness. they’ll usually only have their ruse fully up when things get serious, so outside of that faes quite silly and very sweet, albeit a lil wary. she’s always watching and wants to be aware of everything going on, and that gets to faer sometimes (being the ultimate archer makes her very observant!!)

although fae tries not to be, reina can be pretty pessimistic at times. she truly wants to believe that everything will turn out fine but knows that this isn’t going to end without some permanent consequences. so, to cope faes kind of detached faerself from the situation and tries not to think too hard on the deaths happening around her. it’s just a game, after all

is genuinely one of the smartest people among the ultimates, alongside kokichi, and the two together have figured out a lot more than shuichi. also acts like a BASTARD in trials and likes to cause arguments between two people while she laughs in the background, but it’s all for good reasons

before things got too serious, reina was very wary about revealing that shes a deerperson, and so wore a beanie hat at all times to (mostly) cover faer ears. after the first trial, tho, she gave that up, as she figured that if a robot can exist here, then so can fae

reina and kokichi have been a team since the beginning of the game, where he latched onto faer due to needing (wanting) to know what ~secret~ fae was hiding under their hat. they both share similar views on the whole killing games and match each other in intelligence. that plus their general silly, jokester demeanors mean that they get along well, with reina being the only person kokichi truly trusts

before the deaths in chapter 3, reina was attacked by someone while out at night, with the person intending to poison faer with a knife, while making it look like it was death via stab wound. he managed to slice her eye but didn’t think she would fight back; when fae did and shot him (nonlethally) he fled. reina passed out as she saw people running to her aide

kokichi was genuinely distraught and made a deal with monokuma: heal/save faer, but, in return, make her forget who attacked faer and give her despair disease. except, he wasn’t told the full extent of how the disease worked. reina woke up and, with a heightened paranoia, blamed kokichi for what happened and went lone wolf to hunt down the mastermind faerself

(BUT its all good in the end because her guess as to who the mastermind is was right and faes no longer despaired and WOO happy ending. i think :’3c)

if you made it this far LOOK AT FAER WIP TOYHOUSE im very proud of it

(also also tagging my pal @soudasbabe because becca wanted to see reina >:3)

#reina and faer 20 different friends and pals and amies and amigos and buddies #HEY FOLKS ITS TIME FOR MY THIRD (3RD) BASTARD SELF INSERT but is anyone really surprised by this #hehehehe questionable morals s/i go brrrrrrrrrrrr #if there's a robot in this game then i can make a deerperson ok it makes sense i prommy #but also LOOK AT HER im so proud of her design reina looks SO COOL. if this wasnt me i would want to be faer friend #im genuinely so hyped i get to think about faer FTEs and how they would interact with others and reactions and such WOO #also her despair design is kind of a placeholder idk i just wanted to change faer eye colour :3c #it might go back to blue after the whole games over IDK i havent thought that far #roearts #si: reina #dgr tw

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archersandsunsets · 4 years

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dialogue prompt: “you’re freezing. come here.”

of course you chose the softest one @rosegardeninwinter 🥺 this was supposed to be a single scene (and it is) but it could honestly be its own chapter oops

for anyone just joining us, this is from my novel Running in Circles, a Christian college romcomdram... something. i’m accepting these prompts as inspiration to do a little writing from something that is not chapter 2.

i didn’t do a lot of description so here’s my face claims for these two

Mackinnon:

Gavin:

okay, enjoy some Gavin/Mackinnon goodness under the cut. unedited except for the cursory glance back before posting, because we are trying! not! to! overthink! writing!

The cold November air stung Mackinnon Baker’s cheeks as she ran, but she barely felt it. The familiar sound of her sneakers pounding the pavement did little to settle the staccato of her heart. Her anxiety mounted with each footfall instead of abating, the echo of her uncle’s voice playing over and over in her head.

“Mackinnon, I think we need to talk.”

He wanted to talk—about what? She had tried to focus on other things that day, but her attention had been scattered by her phone call with her uncle earlier that week. By the concern in his voice. By the questions. Finally, she had succumbed to the overwhelming thoughts circling her mind like vultures, deciding she needed to do something to occupy her turbulent mind.

So, she ran. She had been running since she left the library just as it was getting dark—but maybe before then, too.

Running away, running on empty. It was all the same.

Mackinnon stopped at a fork in the path, checking her fitness tracker.

Calories burned: 1,457.

She sighed. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

First it was her father’s voice, telling her she didn’t measure up. Now it was her uncle’s.

I’m trying, Mackinnon wished she could tell him. She was always trying.

Letting her arm drop back to her side, she bent over, panting.

I’m trying. Why can’t that be enough?

“Mackinnon?”

Startled, Mackinnon straightened and whipped her head towards the voice. Her eyes found Gavin walking in her direction on the darkened path, hands shoved into his pockets against the cold. He had a green beanie on over his hair.

“Gavin,” she said as he drew closer, but his name sounded strange coming out. Strained, even. She cleared her throat.

Pull it together, Mackinnon.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Without thinking, the answer automatically came from her mouth.

“What are you doing out here?” Gavin asked.

“I’m…” She was still breathing hard from her exercise. A gust of wind blew, and, now that she had stopped moving, Mackinnon felt the icy chill run down her back. She shivered. “I’m running,” she said.

“Running?” Gavin’s shoulders jolted as he felt it, too. He looked her up and down, noticing her lack of winter gear compared to his coat, hat and scarf. “Aren’t you cold?”

“No.” At that moment another shiver wracked her body. Mackinnon felt her cheeks heat in embarrassment, but it did nothing to help. She hoped it was too dark out for Gavin to notice.

“No,” he echoed, then he laughed. “You’re freezing. Come here.”

Mackinnon wanted to protest, but he was already crossing the short distance between them and unwinding his scarf. He shrugged out of his jacket, revealing a sweatshirt underneath, and pulled it around her, zipping it up once she had her arms through.

“There,” he said. “Much better.” He wound the scarf back around his neck and adjusted his hat on his head.

The coat was big on Mackinnon—her fingertips barely brushed the edges of the sleeves, and the bottom hung just past her hips—but it was warm. She settled into it gratefully.

“Thanks,” she told Gavin.

He shrugged. “No problem. I give all credit to my mom, though. She always tells me that I should never let any girl go cold.”

Mackinnon couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. “Then thank your mom for me.”

The side of Gavin’s mouth quirked up in a grin. “I will.”

Mackinnon believed him. She bent to pick up her water bottle off the pavement, shoving it into the pocket of Gavin’s coat. Without words, she began to walk back in the direction of her dorm, and Gavin followed.

“So,” Gavin said, “Why running? Did you run track in high school?”

The question caught Mackinnon off guard. She knew she couldn’t tell him the real reason she ran.

“No,” she replied. “I just like to run. I… don’t know why.”

“Hmm.”

“What?” Mackinnon asked. He thinks it’s weird, she thought. Of course he thinks it’s weird. She was always the weird one. It’s why she barely had any friends in high school.

“I’ve just never met a girl who just likes to run besides my sister.” He looked over at her, then added, “It’s interesting.”

Interesting. That was a word that hadn’t been used to describe her before. Probably because she spent so much time trying to blend in, trying not to be noticed, trying not to raise questions. “Interesting” meant that there was something worth looking at.

She didn’t know what to say in return.

Thankfully, Gavin spoke again, saving her from having to. “My little sister Becky was in track. She… had to quit last year.”

“Why? What happened?”

Gavin shrugged. “Things got intense. She became more focused on winning races than on taking care of herself. It wasn’t healthy.”

Mackinnon swallowed hard at his admission. “That must have been hard for her to do.”

“It was. But she’s better off now. She still runs, just not for sport. You remind me of her sometimes.”

“I do?” Mackinnon didn’t know what to think of that.

“Yeah,” Gavin said. “She’s the only girl I know who would be out running in early November.” He smirked in her direction. “But also, she tries very hard at everything she does. I think you do, too.”

If only he knew.

Once again, Mackinnon didn’t know what to tell him.

She could say, “You’d be right. It’s exhausting.”

Or, “You’re wrong.” She didn’t have it in her to lie to him again, though.

Instead, she said nothing.

The last few moments of their walk were covered in silence. When they reached her dorm, Mackinnon stopped and turned to Gavin.

“Thanks for the coat.” She unzipped his coat, shrugged it off, pulled her water bottle out of the pocket, and handed it back to him.

He took it and smiled at her. “You’re welcome.” The glow from the streetlights played off his eyes, making them brighter.

“Thank your mom for me, too,” Mackinnon told him.

Gavin’s smile grew wider, as he tried to contain a laugh. “Okay, I will.” He pulled his coat back on. “Will I see you at group this week?”

Mackinnon tapped her foot against the pavement and shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Well, I’d like it if you came.”

She bit her lip. “I’ll think about it.”

“Okay.” Gavin zipped his coat up. “Goodnight, Mackinnon.”

“Goodnight, Gavin.” She started to back up towards the door.

He was still looking at her when she turned around.

if anyone else would like to participate, i’m currently accepting prompts from this list as inspiration for my novel!

#answered #rosegardeninwinter #my writing #os: ric

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homeforchristmas-au · 4 years

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Character bios pt 2!!

Decided to continue the bios for the rest of the fam squad, the full extended family!! Might change things around a bit, we’ll see!!! Here’s part one in case you missed it :3

Emile Sanders (formerly Picani):

Age: 46

Pronouns: he/him/they/them

Height: 6’1”

Curly medium golden mahogany brown hair and sky blue eyes, subtly tanned skin covered in freckles, red framed rounded glasses, likes dressing like a cartoon character or just wearing cartoon merch (his prized possession is his Mabel pines jumper) but wears a brown cardigan over a white button down shirt with a pink necktie when he goes to work

A big goofball that has a lot of love to give, but he still knows when to be more subdued and calm and when to activate “serious picani”. He’s always loved helping people work through their issues which is why he’s a therapist

Like patton, he’s excellent at reading emotions, though he’s a bit better at it since he’s a professional

Has ADHD, but has developed the necessary coping skills to help keep his symptoms under control

Has two siblings; Catarina (Patton’s mother) and Leonard (Patton’s other uncle). Emile is the baby of the family while Leonard is the oldest

Emile met Thomas when they were both in college. They shared an ASL class and quickly began getting along, and frequently practiced sign language together and feelings developed from there

It was quite some time before they got married, but it was well worth the wait

Thomas Sanders:

Age: 43

Pronouns: he/him

Height: 5’10”

The standard character Thomas look; floppy medium brown hair, chestnut eyes, fair skinned, wears the same three shirts periodically for five years until he buys three new shirts, the usual stuff

He’s a sweet, down to earth guy. Loves cartoons almost as much as Emile does, has a passion for pizza, theatre, and the cats of the world he’ll never be able to pet without dying. He can be impulsive at times, but his heightened anxiety oftentimes outweighs that

Has three brothers named Christian, Patrick, and Shea, but I won’t describe them in depth cos I don’t wanna get any facts wrong since this is based on Thomas himself oop-

I’m literally just describing the canon character Thomas except slightly older im-

There’s like nothing else to add to make this fun and unique it’s just character Thomas welp

Thomas and Emile’s kids:

Anton Sanders:

Age: 16

Pronouns: any/all

Height: idk uh ??? 5’7” ???

Medium length wavy black hair, electric blue eyes, fair skinned with a beauty mark on his right cheek beneath his eye, usually wears fashionable clothes and declares himself an eleven, often wears scarves and turtlenecks (almost exclusively black) as well as his round mirrored sunglasses

Can and will kill you with a single look. Especially if you mess with his family. He’ll never admit it but he loves them with everything he’s got, even if he never acts like it for even a moment

Especially adores Remy and respects that they’re discovering themself and exploring new possibilities. He knows from experience how tough that is and how much of a challenge it can be

Was adopted at age three after his parents were busted for child abuse and heavy drug addiction. It took quite some time for him to come out of his shell but Emile and Thomas were nothing but patient and loving and kind. He still has a lot of trust issues but he knows he can trust his family

Will never admit it now but became insanely jealous when remy was adopted into the family. He did not want a brother because he knew that meant he was being replaced and he wasn’t loved anymore

Eventually Thomas and Emile sat him down and they all talked through it and assured Anton that he was still loved and he was not being replaced

It still took a very long time for Anton to trust Remy, even if he was only a baby

His heart was won over when Remy said his first word to him

All he said was “no” but Anton admired his defiant spirit

also yes this is the Critic how did u know

Remy Sanders:

Age: 12 (birthday January 16)

Pronouns: he/him/they/them/it/its

Height: damnit how tall are 12 year olds

Shoulder length hair dyed dark purple at the roots that fades into magenta at the ends (hair colour changes periodically depending on what it feels like having), chocolate brown eyes, fairly dark skinned but not heavily so, gender expression changes at the drop of a hat but it often wears leather, skirts, beanies, and a heck ton of earrings (when it turns eighteen it starts getting a lot of different piercings like angel bites, nostril, and industrial piercings, etc) (that’s worth noting)

Almost always sarcastic but that’s its way of showing love really. It’s a helluva punk that can and will fight anyone to the death if they deserve it (or if they hurt someone Remy likes). It’s actually a huge nerd but doesnt usually show that side of itself. It loves reading, watching shows like doctor who, and doing puzzles with Logan

Was diagnosed with adhd after Emile noticed it experienced similar symptoms for quite a while

Was adopted by Thomas and Emile when it was a baby (and Anton was four), having been found by Emile when it was left in a box in an alleyway, which was a long and complicated process but one hundred percent worth it

It has a trio of male rats named Holmes, Watson, and Splinter. Thomas was a bit reluctant to let it adopt rats but they all went to a rat breeder and when Thomas saw them all and even held one he realised it wasn’t so bad and they were actually kinda cute

When it was nine years old, it nearly died in a nasty hit and run. A truck had swerved into it when it was by the side of the road. It was fine after a lengthy recovery except it had to use a wheelchair after some spinal cord damage left it immobilised from the waist down. The driver was never identified

It probably wasn’t a coincidence that this event occurred not long after remy started talking about how much it loved boys just as much as it loved girls, but that teas a bit too hot for this post

Logan’s sisters:

Ellen Adams-Waterson:

Age: 26

Pronouns: she/her

Height: 5’6”

Light auburn hair going just barely past the shoulders, honey eyes, fair skinned though mildly tanned, covered from head to toe with freckles, red framed rectangular glasses, usually wears clothes for comfort and especially likes turtlenecks

She’s a determined, steadfast kinda gal who fights for whats right and gives everything she has for her loved ones, especially her immediate family. Although she can be pretty blunt with her words she’s also kindhearted and wants whats best for everyone

She’s an avid writer, and has actually published a novel. She also dabbles in fanfiction and is unashamed about it

She’s married to a wonderful wife named Elizabeth and they have a daughter named Kaylee (15)

She’s also been trying to quit smoking but so far that has yielded no results

Ashley Fletcher (formerly Adams):

Age: 24

Pronouns: she/her

Height: 5’10”

Long light ash brown hair that reaches her tailbone that she keeps parted to the right, electric blue eyes, fair skinned and a face full of freckles, black rectangular glasses, tries to be fashion forward but mostly just wears T-shirts and denim jackets

She’s a trans woman and has been transitioning for a few years now with lots of support from her family. She’s a nice person but let’s people walk all over her a bit. She doesn’t like confrontation much because of her anxiety disorder, but she’s trying to get better with that

Loves acting and wants to pursue it as a career, but her anxiety makes it difficult to put herself out there

Married to a trans man named warren and they have a son named jack (11) and a daughter named Emma (6)

She met warren at a pride event with Logan and Patton, and it was actually Patton who met him first (although at the time he went by a different name and didnt know he was trans yet) and then introduced him to the others

They actually talked about adopting a child long before even considering marriage. Although they realised it would look better to adoption agencies if they were married, and that was the main reason they even went through all of that

Renae Adams:

Age: 21

Pronouns: she/her/he/him

Height: 6’8”

Short wavy hair dyed bright pink, amber eyes, fair skinned, a black *dabs* styling pair of Warby Parker’s, often wears high neck shirts and suit jackets, basically always business casual because she can, and loves wearing hoop earrings

There are two sides to Renae; either stone cold businessperson or happy go lucky memelord with a heart of gold. She’s a lot like Logan in that regard, although it’s harder to predict what side of her you’ll see at any given moment. She can either be a super soft bean or the scariest person on the planet

Has been dealing with OCD her whole life, and sometimes it gets particularly bad (especially the intrusive thoughts) but she has a therapist and psychiatrist she sees somewhat regularly

She runs her own coffee shop called Real Bean Café and it does fairly well. She’s always thinking about how she can improve her business

She’s aroace so she isn’t in a romantic relationship but she is in a queerplatonic relationship with a beautiful enby named Pigeon

They actually met in her coffeeshop. Renae saw Pigeon’s Attack on Titan T-shirt and was immediately compelled to talk to them

And that is it for part two of the character bios!!! Might make another post talking about Logan’s sisters’ kids and partners but idk we’ll see 👀

I just really like character designs man lmao

Lemme know if I need to tag anything else my brain box isn’t generating the required tags rn lmao

#ts home for christmas #thomas sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides au #thomile #thomas x picani #thomas x emile #emile picani #adhd picani #adhd emile #character thomas #remy sanders #critic sanders #it/its use #car accident mention #hit and run mention #injury mention #ocd mention #long post

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monohart · 5 years

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idiot. (boyfriend!au)

ft. liu yangyang, cardboard rockets and plastic universes.

“come on idiot, i want to see you one more time before you leave.”

“you call me idiot again and i’ll kick you to mars.”

“makes sense that i go to mars… since you’re leaving me anyway.”

when you were met with silence, you knew that you hurt him more than you had intended.

“i’m sorry, boo i didn’t mean it like that.”

“my point is, i’ll miss you… i miss you already. can’t you tell kun to wait a few more days?”

…

“boo, are you there?”

“yangyang?”

“if you would take a moment to enjoy the scenery outside your room instead of nagging at me, maybe you won’t miss me so much.”

“i’m not nagging at you! i just want to s- …. oh my god.”

the moment you looked up and peered outside of your window, you were immediately met with a rickety old cardboard rocket sitting on your front lawn, with your most favourite person in the whole universe standing next to it.

you dashed outside without hesitation!! tears were threatening to spill but you honestly didn’t care

he looked amazing like always even though he was barely even trying

if anyone could pull off wearing a red beanie with a hoodie of that shade of green, with ripped jeans and timbs, ya bet it would be yangyang.

also he was doing the bare minimum yet you could still feel your insides melt

he jogs toward you and greets you with a tight hug. yangyang is like a really good cuddler and he probably smells soft like fresh laundry and flowers so that’s a bonus :))

you actually burst into tears already and you look up to see why he wasn’t comforting you but you see that he’s also teary eyed and when yalls wet eyes meet you both laugh

then he holds your hand and walks you to the cardboard rocket you guys, along with your siblings and the neighbourhood kids, built when yall were 7

yall rarely talked about it but it still struck you at how crazy it was that you knew yangyang since you were 5, and now, as young adults, you guys were in a serious relationship of almost 3 years

of course since you were already super close to him and there was barely anything you didn’t know about each other, but also given how familiar he was with your family and you with his, it was kind of a bumpy relationship from the onset

you saw all of his flaws, sometimes more than you looked at his perfections.. and he with yours. but over time you guys realised just how beautiful each others’ flaws were and fell in love just the way yall were

the old cardboard rocket was way smaller than you realised. it had been a decade since you last seen it in the liu’s garage and you were surprised they haven’t thrown it out yet

you knew your boyfriend came prepared when the back of the rocket was reconstructed so that both of you could sit inside for a bit.

yangyang hands you a large parcel that he somehow pulled out of thin air

he be spending too much time with kun!! all these magic tricks smh

he watches you with bright, excited eyes as you carefully unwrap the parcel.. you do so slowly and carefully because u didn’t wanna tear the wrapping paper and when you finally got it off…

there was another layer of wrapping

you glare at yangyang who feign a shocked expression

so you ripped the second layer off and it’s a box?!

inside the box was a see-through mobile of the solar system and beyond. but what was super cool was that it was homemade

you knew kun had access to a 3d printer at his uni so this must’ve been how yangyang made it.

of course it wasn’t perfect since jupiter was the same size as the sun but you still loved it and it was the perfect gift and very symbolic

“even though i’m away, you’ll have the whole universe to keep you company. pretty cool, right?” yangyang says as he watches you examine the plastic universe in awe.

you carefully put it aside and then straddle his legs, sitting as comfortably as you could in his lap in the back of the cardboard rocket

as you grab his collar to pull him closer, he gets the idea and holds your cheeks in a comforting caress as he leans forward to kiss you

as much as you wanted to lose yourself in the kiss like he did, you pull away briefly and he’s looking at you probably wondering why u did that

“you gave me a plastic universe, but you, liu yangyang.. you’re my whole universe..”

“omg no, yangyang don’t cry. if you cry i’ll start crying too.”

you wrap your arms around his neck and holds him tightly as he leans against the walls of the rocket. you feel him bury his face into the crook of your neck

“omg yangyang stop crying i swear i’ll-”

you didn’t get to finish your sentence because there was a loud snapping and tearing sound and the wall behind him disappeared and the back of his head hit the grass outside the rocket.

he looks up at you with stunned eyes

and you’re still straddling him but you’re panicking like wait oh no we broke the rocket...

the rocket!!! the precious cardboard rocket from your memories.. broken

when you feel his fingers in your hair and his lips on yours again, you forget about the rocket almost instantly

when yall finally pause for some air akdjnd yangyang laughs at how much of a mess he made

like literally your faces were smudged with tears – mostly his – and u were wearing a bit of lipstick which was all over the place now.. and your hair was a whole mess, his beanie had fallen off someway along the way.. the picnic mat was a poor crumpled heap at the side.. there were pieces of carboard and styrofoam and dust… lots of dust.. floating around like snow

“oops.”

“you’re gonna board your flight and i’ll be stuck here cleaning up your mess.”

“i have time..” he looks at his watch and faltered because he definitely did not have time!! the flight was soon and he should get to the airport now

“it’s okay. you should get going, i’ll be alright.”

he doesn’t answer and wraps you in his arms again as he sits up.

“yangyang.”

“hm?”

“i love you.”

he is silent for a while a for a moment you thought you messed up.

honestly you’ve said it a couple times before because u did love him but he always either laughed it off or changed the subject

either he was really sensitive about it or it was because he wasn’t ready to say it back to you yet but even so you were happy to wait for him

except waiting hasn’t been easy.. felt really one-sided, yknow??

“hey lovebirds! liu yangyang! you’re gonna be late!”

kun. screaming in chinese. from the van u didn’t even notice was parked at the side of the road. oof of course..

u say hi to mama kun then help yangyang quickly fix up his appearance so he’d rock his airport look

he kisses u one last time then hops into the van without looking back and you feel a tiny pang of hurt in your heart :(

i mean ouch tf that kinda hurt esp after you said the sacred l word to him and really meant it

after packing the rocket and broken pieces into a corner, you headed indoors again with yangyang’s plastic universe

he had updated ig and it was just a few car selfies

of him wearing that ugly green hoodie and red beanie

which mean he took it minutes ago.. literally

what really stood out was smudges of your lipstick at the corner of his mouth

esp in one photo he pouted his lips which rEALLY MADE THE SMUDGES STAND OUT AKJDNJD

your eyes glanced over the caption without paying too much attention bc damn your boy fine

but oho u did a double take

caption read “i love you too. i’m sorry i couldn’t tell you in person because you’re too beautiful and i stumbled head over heels for you and lost my two remaining brain cells. i love you more than the whole universe. 🚀”

“yangyang, you’re an idiot.”

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kwanisms · 5 years

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Warmth REDUX - jjg

RE: I said I would rewrite this when I had some time and I found some time, so here it is. I feel like this is better. I’m more pleased with the ending this time around. Originally, I was going to make you all S U F F E R with angst, but ultimately, I decided to not do that since I have a lot of other stories with angst in them.

So, without further ado, here is my revised version of Warmth.

⤑ genre: Angst ⤑ pairing: Jeongguk x Reader ⤑ warning: none ⤑ summary: Originally a drabble, the ending was kind of pffttt so I rewrote it and I don’t have a summary cause I suck at them. Go, soak in the angst. ⤑ word count: 4.1k (is this still a drabble? Idk anymore lmao)

Meeting Jeongguk was what one would call a “happy accident.” You were lying on a blanket at the local park, the rays of the summer sun extending down to bathe you in its warmth.

Taking off from work was rare, especially for you, but at your doctor's insistence, you had taken a few personal days. Time to spend as you pleased. You opted for basking in the sun, something you hadn't done since you were a young girl.

It was at that park that you had run into Jeongguk or rather, he tripped over you as he raced to catch the frisbee hurtling towards the ground. His toes caught under your ankle and down he went, kicking your ankle as he did.

The pain you felt was nothing compared to the anger as you sat up quickly, nursing the tender joint as it rapidly began to swell. You threw a dirty look at his friends as they gathered. Six of them, all forgetting their friend sprawled on the grass as they squawked about like a flock of birds, each one asking if you were okay.

“Jeongguk, you could have broken her ankle!” one said and your eyes flew to him. He was tall, very tall, with beautiful golden skin, blonde hair, and deep set dimples on either side of his face when he smiled.

“No, I'm not you, Namjoon,” the man on the grass said as he lifted himself, propping his body up on his elbows and looked up at his tall friend. Another man, with orange hair, round cheeks, and bright eyes knelt next to you.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly. You momentarily forgot the pain in your ankle as you lost yourself in his stare. He was beautiful, plain and simple. You didn't think you had ever seen such a beautiful man before.

“Jimin,” another man said fluffing the orange haired man's hair. He too had beautiful deep golden skin, black hair, a sharp jawline along with a pointed side profile. He smiled down at his friend, his mouth heart shaped.

“You're distracting her,” he said and Jimin looked up at him. “Oops,” he said smiling, his eyes turning into crescents. He turned back to you as another man squatted down in front of you.

He had large eyes, opened wide with curiosity as he studied you. His tanned skin contrasting with the green in his brown hair. When he noticed you watching him, he broke into a wide boxy smile that melted your heart.

“Yah, give her some air!” a voice said and you looked up to see yet another handsome man. He had possibly the most beautiful face you had ever seen. Wow, so handsome. His eyes fell on you and his expression changed from chagrin as he greeted you with a dazzling smile.

The last one said nothing, choosing to observe silently, was pale. He had silver hair with an undercut and bangs that fell into his catlike eyes. Ones that turned upon you with great fascination. The slight pout to his lips as he studied your state on the ground.

Finally, the man who tripped, Jeongguk they called him. He knelt down across from Jimin on the other side of the blanket. He gave you a boyish grin before turning his attention to your ankle. “Do you need some ice?” he asked before turning his gaze back to your face.

Your face felt very warm and you suspected the Sun wasn't entirely to blame as you dropped your eyes to instead focus on your swollen ankle. It was starting to bruise, patches of red erupting across the skin.

“I uh. Yeah. I probably should,” you stammered. “I'll grab the cooler,” Jimin said standing and turning to run back toward their things. “I'm really sorry,” Jeongguk said as he settled himself down and inspected your ankle a little closer. He gently took your leg in his hands, and you found yourself enraptured as you watched.

Jeongguk nursed your ankle that day and even drove you to the ER at the insistence of his friends. You were fine. Just a sprained ankle. Jeongguk even paid your hospital bill. Something about his conscience.

He asked for your number after you left the hospital and for whatever reason, you gave it to him. Maybe it was the doe eyed look he had when he asked or the scrunch of his nose like a bunny when he laughed at your jokes.

That summer was the beginning of what you assumed was a typical summer fling. Date nights at the movies or the beach on the weekends. The park during the day eventually ending up at one of your places for the night.

The summer fling soon turned into something more as fall took over the city, changing the leaves and bringing a chill to the air and you traded your sun hat in for a beanie.

Jeongguk stayed throughout autumn and winter too, providing warmth in the form of hugs, kisses, and a bed partner. Warmth became synonymous with his name.

Jeongguk was the Sun on a cold winter day, reaching down to bathe you in its golden warmth. Whenever he smiled, laughed, held your hand or kissed you; Jeongguk made you feel warmed and loved. He radiated heat. He was your own personal Sun.

When you got the call that your grandmother was ill, he was there to keep you warm as you cried into his chest. Knowing she didn't have long, Jeongguk urged you to go see her. You knew this was your last chance so you took it.

You promised him you wouldn't be gone long. It wasn't supposed to be a long trip. It was hard, leaving Jeongguk behind but he promised you he wouldn't go anywhere. “I'll be right here when you get back,” he said in between kisses. He had always kept his promises to you.

Maybe that's why it hurt so much when you came home and found him in bed with someone else. In your bed no less. The warmth he always provided you with now a distant memory.

When Jeongguk realized you had walked in, he completely forgot about the girl in your shared bed getting up to placate you. The other girl grimaced as she dressed in a hurry and left your apartment. You didn't want her pity.

“Babe, wait. Let's talk about this,” Jeongguk said as you walked around the couch to avoid his touch. He reached out for you, his hands that used to hold yours, cup your face, that played with your hair, wiped your tears away, and brought you so much pleasure were now foreign and you didn't want them anywhere near you.

“Don't fucking touch me!” you hissed. You'd never cursed at him before. In front of him yes, but at him? Never. You were his good girl who never raised her voice at him, and he never raised his voice at you. It was just something that neither one of you felt was necessary, until now.

“Get out!” you said pointing at the door. “Babe,” Jeongguk started. You shook your head, tears that threatened to spill finally breaking down their barriers as they streamed down your face.

Jeongguk hated when you cried. He said it broke his heart to see you break in front of him and yet, he was the cause this time. His doe eyed stare caught you off guard before you recomposed yourself.

“Get out of my apartment, Jeongguk,” you stated firmly, much more calmly than you thought possible given the situation. Jeongguk shook his head, tears shining in the corner of his eyes. “Not until we talk.”

You moved to the kitchen and he slowly shadowed you. “Just get out. I don't want you here,” you said pressing your fingers to your temples and rubbing.

“Please baby, let's just talk.”

In a moment of weakness, your cool facade slipped as you picked up an empty mug, his mug, and hurled it toward him. You'd never acted out nor physically attacked him so the a mug flying toward him was the last thing he expected.

He ducked at the last second, the ceramic hitting the wall behind him and shattering into a thousand little pieces, the way your trust in him shattered when you opened the bedroom door. When he stood straight, the doe eyed look was gone, replaced with a look of shock and horror.

Your chest rose and fell as you tried to compose yourself. You were angry and nothing good came from making decisions when you were mad but this one time, you decided you could make an exception.

“Get the fuck out.”

It was a command and it even sounded like one.

Jeongguk packed his things that night and left. Where he went you didn't know. You didn't ask but you assumed with one of his friends. He texted you everyday, pleading with you to take him back. Give him another chance.

You had contemplated it but every time you gave the idea merit, you just thought about him with someone else in the bed he shared with you. The bed you bought together when you said you needed a new mattress. The same bed he told you he wanted to start a family with you one day.

The bed you had found out you were pregnant in.

You remembered the day like it was yesterday. You had missed your period and so you decided to humor yourself and took a test, thinking it wasn't possible. “There's no way I'm pregnant,” you told yourself as you sat on the edge of your bed and waited for the words ‘not pregnant’ to appear.

To your surprise, the words ‘pregnant’ formed on the small screen and you almost dropped the test on the floor. You ran to the drug store and bought three more tests to be sure. When Jeongguk returned that night, he found you curled up in bed.

“Babe, are you hungry?” he whispered as he sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You shook your head silently. “Are you tired?” he whispered and you shook your head.

“What's wrong?” he asked and you turned to face him, uncovering the four pregnancy tests you'd been staring at for the last hour. His eyes widened in shock as he took in each one showing positive signs that there was life growing inside you.

“Are you serious?” he whispered, eyes dipping to meet yours and you nodded, a lump in your throat forming. You had been so careful. He always wore a condom in the beginning until you agreed to go on birth control.

After your body adjusted, you agreed to go without the condom a few times and it was amazing, feeling all of him inside you without any sort of barrier. He never came inside you, at first anyway. Until you assured him it was alright. The birth control was enough.

At least you thought it was.

Expecting him to panic or leave, you braced yourself for his reaction. You were surprised when his hands cupped your face, a huge grin spreading across his face before he kissed you. Was he… happy?

“I'm going to be a dad!” he said excitedly and you couldn't help but smile as he pulled you into a bone crushing hug. “You really want this?” you asked and Jeongguk pulled back to look at you. “Of course I want this!”

He promised you that he was ready and that he wanted the baby. He was determined to prove he was ready to be a father and he bought all sorts of books for expecting and new fathers. He ready each one diligently.

The pregnancy didn't last however, and you miscarried after 5 weeks. You had never seen Jeongguk cry before. You were devastated. You cried every night and Jeongguk was there to dry your tears, promising to try again. He was there to stay. He wanted to start a family with you.

Jeongguk was always there to keep you warm and calm you down when you cried, but now he was gone. You cried a lot that first week after he left. You cried over your morning coffee, you cried while working from home, you cried in the shower, you even cried yourself to sleep.

You missed him.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months as what was once a warm and inviting home was now cold and despondent. You didn't bother turning on the lights, kept the curtains drawn and opted to work more from home so you didn't have to leave and risk seeing anyone who might ask questions.

Jeongguk was determined. His texts never ceased. He texted you three sometimes five times a day. Once in the morning, again at lunch and finally at night before bed. On occasion, he would text you some random tidbit of information about his day, something he always did.

You never opened his texts or answered the phone when he called. You couldn't at first. You needed space but after a while, it became habit to not answer your phone. The frequency of his texts never faltered. He was worried. He thought something happened to you.

He showed up one night, banging on the door. “Just open.the door, (Y/N). I need to see that you're okay!” You finally relented and opened the door. He looked down at you, wide eyes red and puffy, similar to your own. He wouldn't tell you, but he cried a lot, too.

He missed you, too.

“What do you want, Jeongguk?” you asked stiffly, crossing your arms. His chest rising and falling with his breath, he let out a sigh. “I thought something had happened to you,” he whispered stepping toward you. “Jeongguk,” you warned with a step back into the safety of your apartment.

“Can we talk, please?” Jeongguk asked looking down at you, his eyes glossy as he fought back the urge to cry. He didn't want you to see, even though you already knew. He watched you as you contemplated letting him in, your brow furrowed as your mind raced.

After a few moments, you looked up at him and stepped out of the way of the door allowing him in. Jeongguk crossed the threshold quickly and you shut the door behind him. You crossed to the counter, using it as a barrier between you and him. You couldn't be weak.

“What's on your mind, Gguk?” you asked, a hint of sarcasm to your words. “I need to say my piece. I don't expect you to forgive me or even give me another chance, but I need to say this and get it off my chest, alright?” he said and you gestured for him to continue.

“I love you,” he started and you scoffed. “No, I do. You know I do,” he said pointing at you and you fell silent. “I truly do love you. I made a mistake, (Y/N). We all do from time to time. That's no excuse for my behavior, I know,” he added, sitting on the back of the couch.

You bit your tongue and allowed him to continue, fighting down the urge to snap back at him.

“The truth is, I missed you. I was lonely and you were gone. I had a lapse of character and judgement and brought home someone who wasn't you. I brought her to our home and I betrayed you in the worst way.”

You said nothing as he stopped for breath before he continued. “That's the only thing I can say. You were gone. I have no other explanation. I wanted physical intimacy. There was nothing emotional involved with her,” he said it like it made it hurt less what he did.

“I hurt you, I know I did. I can never take back what I did, (Y/N), but I want you back. I miss you so much, baby. Please, give me a second chance.”

You waited to see if he had anything else to offer. The surge of emotion within you was unforgiving as you went through every emotion you felt discovering him that day. Disbelief: is he lying? Does he mean it? Denial: no. Not possible. There's no way I can forgive him? Anger: how dare he show his face and how dare he ask for my forgiveness?! Sadness: I miss him, I really do. I still love him.

They swirled around within you before you finally landed on one: anger. Your face contorted with fury and you unleashed on him, lashing out finally.

“How dare you,” you hissed. His eyes widened but you weren't finished with him yet. “I was gone because my grandmother was sick. I left because you told me to. My grandmother died and all you could think of was how lonely you were?!” He flinched at the volume of your voice.

“Babe,” he began standing up but you held up your hand. “No. You said your part. It's my turn now.” Like a kicked dog, he sat back down and shut up. You walked around the counter and stopped in front of him.

“How heartless; while I mourned my dying grandmother, you were thinking with your dick? While I cried every night until I left, you were more focused on getting laid?” Your fingernails dug into your arm, leaving little red crescent moons in your skin.

“I never took you for being a selfish and arrogant ass, Jeongguk.”

He stood up and crossed to you quickly trapping you between his body and the countertop. “Not a second went by where I wasn't thinking about you while you were gone, (Y/N). You were always at the forefront of my mind.”

You pushed him away and retreated behind the counter to hide the shaking of your legs. You couldn't be seen as weak. He would use that against you. Jeongguk had become your weakness.

You were too proud to tell him, but you wanted him back in your life. You yearned for his touch, for him to kiss you, for his warmth. You were just too proud to say it.

“Don't push me away, (Y/N),” he said following you around the counter and you shook your head retreating further still, evading him and stepping out into the front room. Jeongguk followed still. “Stop,” you commanded.

You stopped by the window overlooking the city eyes on him as he approached. “I know you still love me,” he said, stopping just a few feet away from you. Your body swayed dangerously as you fought the urge to flee to your room. Lock yourself away where he couldn’t get to you.

“Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll leave. I won’t look back. Tell me you don’t love me and I won’t contact you ever again.” Your eyes searched his and you were sure he could see it in your eyes. The fear of never seeing him again. Never speaking to him, hearing his voice, seeing his smile, or feeling his warmth. It scared you. You did love him. You wanted to give him another chance.

“If I forgive you, it’s like I’m giving you a free pass. Like I’m telling you what you did is fine and that I’m willing to put up with it,” you whispered, pulling your cardigan closer around you. It was freezing in the apartment. Jeongguk shook his head.

“No it doesn’t. Forgiving me has nothing to do with how you feel about what happened. Forgiveness is about moving on, (Y/N).” He stepped forward bit by bit. “It’s about letting go of the past. You don’t forget what happened or try to cover it. You grow and move on.” Jeongguk stopped as he reached you.

You looked up at him, tears already spilling down your face. He winced, seeing the pain he caused echoed in your face. He would give anything to take everything back. He was the worst kind of monster. He hurt you and he would have to live with that for the rest of his life.

“I…” you froze. “What do you want? Forget the rest of the world for a moment,” Jeongguk said reaching out and taking your hands in his. “What do you want? Tell me.”

You glanced around the room for something to focus on instead of him. His eyes bore into your face as he watched you, waiting for some kind of response. You tried desperately to find the words you wanted to say, knowing full well you shouldn’t be saying them.

“I want things to go back to the way they were,” you whispered, a small sob escaping your throat as your knees buckled. You never hit the floor. Jeongguk caught you and held you in his arms, the warmth of his body coating you for the first time in weeks and you had to admit, it felt good. It felt safe to be in his arms again. “Things can’t go back to the way they were, baby,” he said as he held you tightly. “All we can do is move on,” he said.

You shook your head as sobs shook your entire body. Jeongguk was patient, as always, as he held you and let you cry on his shoulder just as you used to. He was silent but his presence was comforting. He knew what to say and when to say it but he also knew when not to say anything.

Minutes ticked by as you cried. Only when your body had run out of tears did Jeongguk speak. “Give me another chance, (Y/N). Let me come home,” he whispered and you shook your head. “No. Not yet,” you breathed. “Not yet?” Jeongguk asked and you looked up, wiping your eyes as you did. Jeongguk cupped your cheek, eyes studying your face.

“You can’t come back yet. I will give you another chance, but I’m not ready for you to come home,” you said between hiccups. Jeongguk, blinking back his own tears, nodded. “Of course. Just tell me what I need to do,” he said. “I need you to leave,” you whispered.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asked and you nodded. Jeongguk led you over to the couch and sat you down, sitting on the coffee table in front of you. “Okay. I’ll go. Text me,” he said holding your hands. “Please,” he added and you nodded.

“I will. I promise,” you said and he gave you a faint smile. “I love you,” he said softly and you nodded. “I know,” you replied. Jeongguk’s parting gift was a kiss on the forehead before he left, shutting the door behind him.

You didn’t give him a second chance because he begged for it. You did it for yourself. If your relationship was salvageable, you needed to know. You still loved Jeongguk and he still loved you.

Deciding to open his text, you pulled out your phone and unlocked it. He had sent you dozens of messages. He was worried out of his mind and it showed.

Kookie [10/04]: baby please. we need to talk. I love you Kookie [10/04]: (Y/N) please. Just talk to me. I can't live without you. Don't withdraw from me. Talk to me. Kookie [10/05]: I miss you. Kookie [10/07]: Come back to me please. I love you. Kookie [10/22]: I need you Kookie [10/29]: please… Kookie [11/02]: please. Come back… Kookie [11/04]: it's been a month, (Y/N) Kookie [11/15]: I hope you're doing okay. Kookie [11/16]: baby please. Just tell me you're okay. Kookie [11/21]: please answer me Kookie [11/22]: it's snowing baby. I miss watching it with you like we used to… Kookie [11/29]: November is almost over. Kookie [12/04]: it's been two months, (Y/N) Kookie [12/10]: there's so much snow out, (Y/N) Kookie [12/12]: (Y/N) where are you? Why aren't you answering me? I'm getting worried. Kookie [12/15]: Just tell me you're safe please. Kookie [12/18]: I’m worried. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you…

Fresh tears rolled down your cheeks as you read through his messages. He really was worried about you and he never stopped checking in on you. You sent him a reply after he left.

You [22:26]: Goodnight Jeongguk Kookie [22:27]: Goodnight (Y/N). I love you.

You knew it wouldn’t be easy, trying again and starting over, given your history with him and what happened between the two of you, but you knew this was right. There would be fights, you were prepared for them. It would be hard to let go of the pain he brought you, but you loved him above everything else and despite everything, how he hurt you, how cold the apartment was in his absence, his visit brought something you hadn’t felt in months.

Warmth.

a/n: Yes, she forgives him and gives him another chance. Why? Because love is stupid and stuff. I hope this one pleases more than the last because I agree with that anon. The ending was crap. I rushed it and I could have spent more time on the ending. Oh well, live and learn. Thank you for reading! ~K♡

#bangtan sonyeondan #bts #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts angst #jungkook angst #jungkook oneshot #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenarios #bts jeon jeongguk #jeon jeongguk #bts jungkook #jungkook #kwanisms

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momomomma2 · 5 years

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Oh, The Bliss

Nikolai isn’t exactly a stranger to drugs. Not that he’d ever admit it, of course, because he learned early on to keep quiet about that sort of shit if he didn’t want his neck wrung by Gigi. But he dabbled, as all teenagers do when it’s abundant and easily accessible.

This though? The sparkling at the edges of his vision, the way the world is soft and prettier than he thought it ever could be? The way he feels a bit like he’s floating and, for once, his arm and leg aren’t aching even though he spent a good chunk of the day tearing around Hope County?

Pretty fucking nice.

Dangerously nice.

Like the one time he tried cocaine and cleaned the entire downstairs of Gigi’s manor without even thinking about it. The sort of nice that’s a temptation, the sort of nice that says “come on. Give it one more try. What could it hurt? It didn’t hurt last time.”

“The fuck are you doing, Cap?”

“Rude.” Even his voice is different, dropped an octave to his own ears, rumbling out of his chest with a lazy drawl he tried his best to shake when he enlisted. “Jus’ relaxing. You don’t gotta come be mean to me.”

Rush’s boots aren’t the loud stomps they usually are. It’s very nice. But his expression isn’t when he leans over into Nik’s field of view, upside down and almost glaring.

“Where did you go today?”

“I wrote a report.”

At least, he thinks he did? It’s all been a little blurred since he left the New Eden compound. Weirdly fuzzy, just like Carmina’s beanie.

Which reminds him, he needs to give that back. She let him hold it on the drive back after the third time he commented on how soft it looked. It was super soft, but he’s pretty sure he doesn’t have it anymore.

Nik runs his hands over himself and comes up with some t-shirt and cool metal and no beanie. Damn.

“Your report looks like one of the kids got ahold of it. All scrawled shit and drawings.” Rush rounds him, hands on his hips as he surveys Nik from the side this time. “You’re fucking high, aren’t you?”

“I don’t do drugs. Anymore.” Nik amends when Rush arches one brow. “I can piss in something if y’need me to. Like...I dunno. You got a bowl around here?”

“You couldn’t find your fucking dick to piss right now.”

Luckily he doesn’t seem mad. Maybe more amused than anything else, a smile tugging at his mouth.

“I can find it.” Nik reaches down, cups a hand around himself and jiggles. “Tu vois? S’right here. I can show you if you wanna see it.”

Rush’s eyes go wide and he stares for a long second before he shakes his head. Like an Etch-A-Sketch. Man, he used to love those things. Wonder if he could find one around here?

“Yeah, you’re on something.”

“I didn’t take anything.”

“Don’t have to take something to be dosed.” Rush is leaning over him them, one hand braced on Nik’s good shoulder, clicking a penlight on that he pulled from somewhere. “Look at my ear.”

Nik complies because it’s easy to listen to Rush. Easy to take orders. He’s particularly good at taking orders, always has been since the bombs dropped. Sure, there were a couple marks in his record for “blatant insubordination”, but records don’t mean shit anymore.

He’s pretty sure King burned his anyhow. One little oops to get him on the train. Allow him to meet up with Rush, travel and help people. He’s not very good at being helpful, but the train was going right by New Orleans. One quick stop in Montana and then back on their way.

Home again, home again, jiggidy jig.

“You’ve got pupils the size of quarters.” Rush concludes, turning off the light--that was very bright, he wasn’t a fan of that part. “Where’d you go today, Cap?”

“I wrote a report.”

“Nikolai. Tell me where the fuck you went.”

“I went where you told me to, Thomas.” Nik drawls, the knife edge of anger there quick as lightning. “New Eden. The weird fucks in the weird camp. Remember? I brought back big and mute with me?”

“You take anything while you were there? Drink or eat anything?”

“I’m not an idiot. I don’t eat shit random people holed up in the woods give me.”

This is a lie. Nik has absolutely taken little snacks from the people he meets along the way, usually offered up as a thanks for helping them out of a tight spot. But Carmina and Timber eat it too so he figures it can’t be too dangerous.

“And there wasn’t anything around you?”

“Weird fucking...barrels? Like whiskey but not? I dunno, had some weird green shit inside them.”

“Stay here.”

“Okie dokie.” Nik flashes the ok sign and is rewarded with Thomas’ unimpressed stare before he stomps away.

It doesn’t seem like any time at all before he’s back. And with Sharky in tow. Both of them stop at Nik’s side and he offers up a little wave because--well. Seems rude to not greet people.

“Tell Sharky what you found at New Eden.”

“Big barrels. Green stuff inside.” Nik helpfully parrots as Sharky takes one look at him, leaning in close, before he starts laughing.

“Oh man, I didn’t think they were still making Bliss. You are fucked up, buddy.”

“What’s a Bliss?”

“What is Bliss?” Thomas echoes, Sharky standing straight and shaking his head.

“Some weird shit the cult cooked up back in the day. Get you higher than a giraffe in Jamaica. You come out of it eventually--or sometimes you don’t.” Sharky pats him on the seam where his arm meets his prosthetic. “I hope you come out of it, man. I don’t wanna hafta go Disco Inferno on you.”

“Merci beaucoup.” Nik offers him a thumbs up and Sharky immediately grins so wide it stretches his whole face.

“Oh shit, right. They said you speak French or whatever. Hey, you should teach me some!”

“Maybe later.” Thomas all but pushes Sharky towards the door, out of Nik’s sight even when he tries to roll onto his side and watch him go. “Let’s not play French 101 with Mr. Drugged To Hell and Back.”

“Merde means shit!” Nik calls helpfully, Sharky shouting a thanks before there’s a yelp and the boom of a door slammed shut.

“We need to get you un-Blissed.”

“I’m okay.” Nik shrugs, tries to bat at Thomas’ reaching hands. “I said I’m okay! He said I’ll come out of it. I’m just gonna...just gonna...je vais dormir. Or maybe….fucking...I dunno.”

“Nik, you’d rather be beaten with a bat than speak French around people.” Thomas reminds him, capturing his wrists in both hands. “Except the fucking pilot, I can’t shut you two up. And you’ve done it twice now. We gotta get this out of your system.”

He makes a fair point. But all of Nik’s reasons for keeping his French to himself seem really...silly right about now. He should be himself. Himself isn’t great, obviously, but it’s not terrible. So he should just...be who he is.

Except people don’t like who he is. And he really likes Thomas and a handful of the others at Prosperity. He likes Thomas more than them, but they’re nice. They give him food and Carmina laughs at his stupid jokes and Kim reminds him a little of Gigi when she gives him that glare after he suggests a dumb--but ultimately effective--plan.

“How’re we gonna get it outta me?”

“How’d you get the others out of your system?” Thomas rolls his eyes at Nik’s protesting noise. “Back when you did drugs. Which you don’t do anymore. Because we don’t do that.”

“Y’can...wait them out. Or sometimes you can eat. You can piss them out too.”

“Not great options.” Thomas uses the grip to pull him upright, until he’s sloppily balancing his weight on his hips and Thomas is between his knees. “But the last one seems like the fastest.”

“You really want me to piss, huh?” Nik turns his wrists, grabs for Thomas’ forearms. “Do you have a...uh...what’s it? L’ perversion.”

“You’re never going near New Eden again.”

“A kink!” Nik tugs him in closer, so close Thomas has to lean down because Nik’s got his hands down by his sides now. “Do you have a kink? S’okay. You can tell me. I won’t tell anyone.”

“I don’t get off on piss.”

“What do you get off on?”

“Not having conversations with drugged up idiots, that’s for damn sure.” Thomas tugs at his grip. “Come on, Nikolai. Stop being a dick and get up so we can get this outta you.”

“No, now I’m curious.”

He’s also being a dick. He is well aware of that. But he can’t exactly back off now and Thomas is breathing a little faster and looking a little too closely at his mouth. There’s always been something there but Nik’s been content just to let it sit. Figured it was some fucked up authority kink on his end that wasn’t reciprocated.

He had something similar happen with King. Something about a man in uniform in charge of him. Except King had clapped him on the shoulder and told him he needed to find another hunk of flesh or plastic to shove into his hole.

Thomas, on the other hand, is still staring at his mouth. And his eyes are dark. And his lips are parted, maybe to let him breathe but maybe for another reason too.

“Doesn’t have to mean anything.” Nik whispers, growls, pressing until Thomas’ hands flatten on the outsides of his thighs. “I’m drugged. Won’t even remember this when I’m sober, probably.”

“You’re a goddamn moron, Nikolai.” Thomas snaps but he presses forwards, presses in.

And Nik lets him. Lets him sink his tongue deep after the first almost tentative brush against his lips. Moans into his mouth and fists up his jacket. It feels better, feels more. Like Thomas is tongue fucking his soul and not just his mouth.

Man, if this was the kinda shit the cult had...no wonder it got as big as it apparently did.

“We’re gonna continue this when you’re not out of your skull.” Thomas promises roughly, parting with a groan and leaning away when Nik tries to follow, draw him back in. “No, no, Cap. Not like this. Not with me.”

“You’re not any fun.”

“I’m your boss.” Thomas reminds him with a smirk. “Not my job to be fun.”

“You could be a little fun.”

“Let’s save the fun for after you’ve pissed this crap outta your bloodstream, alright?”

“I’m serious.” Nik says as he allows Thomas to sling an arm around his shoulders, lever him to his feet.

Whoo. Changing positions is fun. He also might throw up. Good thing they kissed before he got upright.

“Serious about what?”

“If you have a kink, you can tell me. I won’t judge you. I will piss on you if you want.”

“Cap?”

“Oui?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

#fcnd #new dawn spoilers #far cry new dawn #bri writes fics #thomas rush #oc: nik caparelli #i like writing characters on bliss #im not gonna give up that treasure trove of a trope #even if its doesnt exist

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beaulahmae · 6 years

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“Are you ready, My Lady?”

An excerpt from “An Invincible Summer,” CH 18:

The Woodland Realm, 24th of August 2942 T.A.

“Are you ready, My Lady?” Meriel, in her wedding finery, bent down and smiled at Tilda. She looked beautiful in her blue gown, the traditional color for brides in the Woodland Realm, and her father was standing next to her, looking both proud and sentimental at the same time.

Tilda’s dress mirrored hers in color and style, and as Auntie Hil promised, she wore a colorful crown of small flowers, along with green leaves. Her little white basket was also decorated, and filled with fragrant petals, ready to spread before the bride.

“Uh huh!” she looked down at Esta. “Are you ready?”

Esta, also wearing a matching crown of flowers, wagged her tail and picked up the basket in her teeth (a new trick which she and Ruvyn taught her), and the doors of the Main Dining Hall opened as the music started.

~o0o~

From the day Bard and Percy spied Thranduil helping their youngest with her role as Flower Girl, the Tilda threw himself into the task with enthusiasm, and was constantly seen marching up and down the corridor.

“Step, step, toss. Step, step, toss…”

Tilda practiced her march every day, until the phrase “Step, step, toss” became annoying earworms that ran through everyone’s heads. Some were murmuring it to themselves without even realizing it.

“Please, make it stop!” Bain complained one evening, “I’m dreaming of giant, talking baskets, that hit me over the head with flowers!”

“Bain!” Sigrid snapped as she jabbed her brother in the ribs. “This is important to her!”

“You Orc-face!” Tilda made a face at him and stuck out her tongue.

“Children!” Though Bard silently sympathized with his son, he had to intervene. “That’s enough.”

“Well, I’m still dreaming it.” The boy mumbled.

“You’re not the only one,” Percy admitted, then said “OW!” when Hilda kicked him under the table with a severe look, “but our Little Bean will be a wonderful flower girl, won’t she?”

“Thanks Uncle Percy.”

“You’re welcome, Little Bean. Just let the bride and groom have a little attention, yeah?”

When Tilda rolled her eyes, sighed dramatically and said “I’ll try,” Tauriel had to quickly hold her napkin over her mouth, to stifle her laughter.

Ruvyn, who had become Tilda’s favorite Guard, was especially supportive, and continued to raid the wastepaper baskets to make “petals.” On days Thranduil was busy, the Guard helped her practice too. In fact, it was his idea to teach Esta to carry the basket for her.

The little Princess loved tossing the little pretend ‘petals,’ but they were causing the staff some headaches, and finally the Head Housekeeper finally went to Hilda.

“I hate to complain, My Lady, I really do,” Greta told her, “but we’re finding these bits of paper everywhere - even outside in the courtyard! Lady Tilda is so sweet, and always tries to help sweep them up, bless her, but she just makes more of a mess, and we have to redo the floor after her! That’s bad enough, but when it’s damp, those bits of paper paste themselves to the floor, or the cobblestones outside, and we’re forever on our hands and knees scraping them up. She’s a darling, and I hate to ruin her fun, but we can’t keep up our work and all that, too.”

So, to Tilda’s (and Ruvyn’s) disappointment, the law was laid down, and paper petals were banned, except for one more occasion…

The day Glélindë finished Tilda’s Flower Girl dress, she ran in to Ada’s study, to show it off. “Lookee! Isn’t it pretty?”

“It’s very beautiful, Tithen Pen. Did you show your Da?”

“Not yet!” she turned and scurried to Da’s office.

“Look at you, Beanie! You’ll be prettier than the bride, I think.” Bard made to pick her up, but she jumped back.

“No, Da! You’ll squish my dress and get it all wrinkly!”

“Oops, you’re right.” Bard kissed the top of her head. “It’s all about the dress, isn’t it?”

“Da?” She asked in her charming, wheedling voice. “Auntie Hill and Uncle Percy and Tauriel won’t be at the wedding...”

“That is a tragedy, indeed,” said Thranduil, who appeared in the doorway.

“But don’t they want to see me be a Flower Girl?”

Thranduil did his best to keep a straight face. “Perhaps we should have a ‘dress rehearsal,” do you not think, Da?”

“Mmmm…” Bard rubbed his chin. “I think we could arrange something.”

And of course, Thranduil put himself in charge and turned it into a real production. Chairs were lined up in the Great Hall for everyone who lived and worked at the Castle, and their little Princess and Esta performed their role to perfection, and was met with affectionate applause.

~o0o~

Now that the moment has finally come, Tilda began to have butterflies in her stomach, so she looked up the aisle to the dais, and there was her Ada. He gave her an encouraging smile and nodded to her and she began to march, whispering the steps.

Everyone in the seats smiled and said “Aww,” and she saw her friend Ruvyn, smile and nod with approval as she continued, grinning from ear to ear. She reached into the basket and spread the fragrant flower petals all the way down the long aisle, and took her place in the first row next to her Da, and Esta lay at her feet and put her head between her paws.

“I did it!” She whispered loudly, and her voice reverberated throughout the huge Dining Hall, making everyone smile.

“You sure did, Little Bean, and I’m proud of you.” Bard kissed her temple, and put his arm around her. From up on the dais, Ada grinned down at her and winked, just as everyone rose to their feet at the bride’s entrance.

Dior was standing next to Feren, and he gasped openly at his bride, as she floated down the long aisle of the Hall. Her hair was piled on her head in elaborate swirls and braids, with small flowers and gems sparkling against her shiny black hair. She was stunning and her intended clearly thought he was the most fortunate Elf on Middle Earth.

Bard noticed a formal Elvish wedding was longer and much more complex than the ceremonies in Dale, and certainly more involved than their own short, simple ceremony in Thranduil’s tent last December.

Tilda leaned her head against Bard’s side, so he lifted her into his lap. “I hope you’ll save a dance for me later,” he whispered.

She just smiled and nodded, never taking her eyes off the bride and groom. “It’s so pretty,” she whispered in awe. “It’s all so pretty...”

The Wedding was done entirely in Sindarin, but it was easy to follow and really lovely. Gold Rings were exchanged, Feren wrapped his cord around their joined hands, and Meriel’s mother did the same with the white cord that was used when she wed Meriel’s father.

Bard smiled as Dior and Meriel were looking at each other the same way he and Thranduil did when they were wed, and, if he were to be honest, the same way he and Mattie did. He looked at his Elf up on the dais who was resplendent in his golden robes and his tall, wooden crown, decorated with small summer flowers and greenery (This crown never left the Palace, for it was only worn when the Elvenking was making official proclamations, such as settling legal matters up on his tall throne, declaring the names of new citizens of his realm, and in this case, pronouncing Dior and Meriel as husband and wife).

The music filled the Hall once more as they kissed, and everyone stood and applauded. Thranduil met Bard’s eyes and smiled. His Elf was remembering their wedding, too.

#barduil #barduil fanfiction #bard #bard the bowman #thranduil #thranduil oropherion #elvenking #king of dale #tolkien #jrr tolkien #hobbit #Two Thrones Series #two thrones #an invincible summer #what makes a king #and winter came #festival of midsummer #original characters

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jugheadeaton-blog · 7 years

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Camping Before the Split

Summary: Betty and Jughead have one last day to spend together before Jughead gets sent to South Side High and lives with a foster family. (Credit to @peacelovebughead for the original idea of this story ^-^)

P.S. - Sorry this took so long! I’ve been having major writer’s block lately. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

“Betty, can’t we just go back to Pop’s?” Jughead whined as he lugged all the camping gear onto the muddy earth of the forest right next to Sweet Water River. Betty lightly grazed her fingers on her boyfriend’s jaw line.

“We already went there, Juggie. Besides, we always go there. And we won’t be able to have moments like this after today so…” Betty trailed off, her voice cracking at the last syllable. Jughead held Betty’s hands lightly, cutting her off. “Yeah you’re right. Like always,” He reassured, attempting to change his girlfriend’s mood. Betty gently tilted Jughead’s face up so she could stare into his dark blue eyes. “Not always, Jug. You should know that by now,” She whispered and planted a small kiss on his cheek, her voice devoid of any voice cracks. “Anyways, let’s set up the tents. We only have about three hours.” Jughead rolled his eyes as he started to assemble his dark green tent. “I still can’t believe your curfew is 9:00,” he murmured as he undid a velcro strap, watching his tent form on its own. He then placed Betty’s dark violet tent on a small patch of poorly cut grass, undoing it’s velcro strap. Betty smiled and dumped everything out of her camping bag and into her newly set up tent. “Thank you, Juggie.” she cheered. Jughead gave a small grin in return. “No problem, Betts,” He replied. Jughead crawled into his tent, opened his bag, and flung everything against the “wall” of the thin tent. A few minutes later, he slid out into the wilderness to start the fire but stopped when he saw that Betty was already on the task. Except now she had her detective-like jacket off and wore her normal cotton candy pink sweater, simple dark blue jeans and pink and white sneakers, accompanied by her classic tight golden ponytail. Betty looked up from what she was doing then smiled when she met eye contact with her still boyfriend. “What? Didn’t think I knew what to do?” she tilted her head sarcastically. Jughead just shook his head. “No. It’s just…“ he trailed off. Being the overprotective boyfriend that he is, Jughead began to imagine what could go wrong with Betty setting up the fire: what if she got a splinter from the sticks she was using? Or what if she created the fire but burned herself in the process? Or even worse, what if she created the fire but her clothes got caught on fire and she couldn’t roll out the flames? Literally anything could go wrong and it worried Jughead deeply. ”Juggie what’s wrong?” She finally asked as she stood up and dusted her pants off. “Do you see anyone? Archie? Veronica? Your dad?” Betty swallowed. “My mom?” She asked slowly. After no response, Betty stood up and kissed her frozen-like boyfriend. Jughead immediately stirred back to life.

“I’m sorry, Betty, did you say something?” Jughead asked nervously, worrying thoughts swirling in his brain. He received a small death stare from his partner. Jughead whipped off his stained denim jacket and chucked it at his tent. Now, all he wore was a blood red t-shirt with a black “S” in the center, black jeans with black overall straps hanging from his waist, black converse and (of course) his classic crown beanie. Betty stared at Jughead for a good minute then went back to starting the fire. “Can I get any help, Juggie?” She questioned, her voice a little on the sarcastic side. Jughead shook his head at himself then sat next to his girlfriend. Just as Jughead was about to stop Betty and finish her work, a light crackle sound was heard and a fire began to blaze once he took a seat. “Yay! Thanks Juggie!” Betty cheered as if he ignited the fire. Jughead gave a small yet adorable little smile in response. “Time for s’mores,” Betty announced as she grabbed a bag the size of a yoga ball, filled to the brim with fluffy, cloud-like marshmallows. She then pulled out five bars of delicious milk chocolate and a box of graham crackers. She smiled. Jughead smiled too. At least Betty was clearing her mind from the fact that her boyfriend was going to live on the other side of town (mind you, the “bad” side of town) and live with a foster family, whom she didn’t trust one bit. Jughead stared at the ingredients before him then smirked to himself as a certain idea infested his brain. He grabbed a stick, stuck a marshmallow through it, hovered the cloud-like mush over the fire and watched it turn a brownish color. Betty watched him carefully and thoughtfully as she took a stick of her own, roasted it over the campfire and checking her watch. “Two hours and a half left, Juggie,” she reported, her eyes showing tiny signs of worry. Jughead just nodded his head as he placed his melted marshmallow onto a graham cracker and melted his chocolate just the way he liked it: nearly melting into tasty chocolate goo. Jughead placed all his ingredients together to form a neatish s’more. By now, Betty had made a fairly sloppy s’more herself. Time to activate “the plan”, as Jughead liked to call it. He turned to Betty and smiled. “Cheers,” he stated as he held out his s’more towards Betty. Her eyebrows raised in a slightly confused way but nonetheless, she giggled and bonked her s’more with his while saying “Cheers.” But just as Betty and Jughead “toasted” s’mores, Jughead made his move.

Jughead “accidentally” dropped some of the chocolate and marshmallow onto Betty’s collarbone. “Oops,” he muttered as he placed his s’more down. Betty first gave a death glare but a few seconds later realized her boyfriend’s game and felt her lips curl into a smile, placing her own s’more next to Jughead’s. “Bad Jughead,” she hissed playfully. As Jughead went for a kiss the unthinkable happened: Betty had placed a finger on Jughead’s rough lips, stopping him. “Not here, Juggie,” she whispered as she motioned towards her tent. Jughead nodded in agreement then picked Betty up and placed her in the tent. She giggled as Jughead zipped the tent shut. “Now where was I?” he asked sarcastically. “Oh right.” In one swift motion, Jughead pulled off Betty’s loose sweater and tossed it to the side, the chocolate and marshmallow dripping down to her upper chest. Betty blushed but giggled again, nonetheless. Jughead awkwardly smiled as Betty pulled him close and yanked his t-shirt off. He plucked his beanie off and placed it gently in the corner of the tight tent. Once the crown left his hand, Jughead pounced on Betty and began to cover her face (mostly her lips) and neck in kisses. She let him do that for about five minutes, until she slid her hand in between herself and her boyfriend’s lips. Puzzled, Jughead met Betty’s eyes. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, his eyebrows raised. “It’s your turn,” Betty breathed as she rolled over and pushed Jughead to the ground. Lustfully, she locked her fingers in her boyfriend’s oil colored hair, a sort of blissful vibe running through her body. She then connected her lips with his, savoring the taste. Forcefully, Jughead’s fingers wrapped around Betty’s hips, which made her gasp. “Juggie,” she whined as one of Jughead’s large hands crawled up her back and hooked the back of her snow white bra. As he unclasped the bra, Jughead smiled proudly while Betty turned red. Poor Betty’s face went a deeper shade of red as her boyfriend’s eyes landed on her breasts, his mouth hung open in astonishment.

“Betty…” Jughead barely spoke as his hand grazed the skin just above Betty’s breasts, nicking some of the chocolate and marshmallow off onto his finger. She smiled shyly, placed a petite hand on her boyfriend’s thin waistline and bashfully whispered “You can touch them, you know.” Wasting no time, Jughead licked the goo off his finger and hungrily dug his face in between Betty’s breasts and bite down ever so slightly. Another gasp escaped Betty, her breath hitching. Jughead chuckled against his girlfriend and trailed kisses up her neck. “Bets, the s’mores.”

At first, Betty’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Seconds later, Jughead licked the remains of the now hardened chocolate and marshmallow plopped on Betty’s collarbone (and upper chest), all the while pointing to the mushed/melted s’mores sitting inches away from their bodies. Betty laughed and picked up one of the contorted snacks, getting the sugar filled goop all over her fingers. She then lightly tapped her boyfriend’s chin, telling him to look at her. He obeyed like a puppy getting a bone. “Say ahh,” Betty insisted as she opened her mouth. “I didn’t know I was at the dentist’s office,” Jughead joked as he mimicked Betty’s mouth and bit down on her s’more. Without warning, Jughead picked up the other s’more and fed it to his girlfriend. Betty giggled as she chewed and watched Jughead suck the chocolate and marshmallow off her fingers. Once her s’more slid down her throat, Betty licked the chocolate and marshmallow off Jughead’s fingers, copying him. “Copy cat.” Jughead pouted playfully and wiped some of the remaining goop off of Betty’s lips. “It’s not my fault that I adore you, Jughead Jones.” Betty declared.

As Jughead shyly grinned, a beep was heard. “What was that?” Betty asked, now on edge. “Relax, it’s just my watch. It’s 8:30, Bets,” Jughead soothed as he rubbed Betty’s arm, comfortably. Betty’s face dropped. “I…we…we only have thirty more ‘regular’ minutes left…” she stammered. The pout on her face slowly grew into a deep frown, her eyes getting damp. She didn’t want the night to end. In fact, she wanted it to last for a long while, maybe even for eternity. Jughead put Betty’s clothes back on and slung an arm around her. He looked into her eyes. “Betty,” he started. “Don’t worry. We’ll be fine,” he finished, reading her mind. Betty sniffled and wiped some stray tears away. “But Jughead…the serpents…and our parents…” she listed, her voice cracking as more tears streamed down her face. Jughead threw his shirt on and carefully placed his beanie back on. He then wiped his girlfriend’s tears away. “Hey. Nothing’s going to stop us from being together, alright?” Jughead insisted. “C’mon Betty look at me. Please.” Betty slowly obeyed. “I will never stop loving you,” Jughead stated, his hands now on Betty’s shoulders.

Betty sniffled and laid her head on Jughead’s shoulder. “You promise?” Jughead placed a firm hand on Betty’s back and began to rub her gently. “I promise.” He smiled, attempting to make his girlfriend feel better. Luckily, it did. Betty sniffled once more and unzipped the tent, the fire nearly out. Jughead looked at the fire then at Betty. She laughed lightly and grabbed the s’mores’ materials. “We don’t have to melt the marshmallows. We’ll be leaving in ten minutes anyways,” Betty stated, the frown reappearing on her face. Jughead pouted and pushed the s’more materials away. He then held Betty in his arms, stroking her golden locks. “Let’s just savor the moment,” Jughead whispered as he stared into the sun set. Betty smiled and watched the sun sink lower and lower until finally, it was nonexistent. The beep from Jughead’s watch indicated that their last normal day was up. After quickly packing up everything, Betty and Jughead held each other in their arms, for probably the last time in a while.

“Me moving to the south side won’t change anything,” Jughead stated as he rubbed Betty’s arm. Betty stared at a nearby tree, dazed.

“I hope you’re right.”

#riverdale #bughead #betty x jughead #jughead jones #betty cooper #camping #Bughead camping #love #fanfic #bughead fanfiction #bughead fandom

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missjugheadjones · 7 years

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When I Look At You

Word Count: 2024

A/N: This is a song lyric inspired fiction... type thing?? I'm not good with fiction terminology, if that's even a thing haha oops. It's based off 'When I Look At You.' By Miley Cyrus. Anyways I love this so much actually :D If any of you want to send me requests I would love to take them, and I'd love to know what you think of my writing! Part 4 of Jealousy will be out soon btw! Much love <3

Everybody needs inspiration

Everybody needs a song

A beautiful melody,

For when the nights are long.

'Cause there's no guarantee

That this life is easy.

You sat in the diner by yourself, staring down at your laptop. It was midnight, and although you weren't exactly supposed to be there, you needed to get out of the hell hole that was your house. It had just been constant fighting between your mom and dad. Although they were divorced, they were still forced to live with eachother until your mom got back on her feet. Their constant yelling and screaming at eachother were bad, but not as bad as your depression and anxiety that had been acting up lately. It was bad, and there seemed to be nothing anyone could do about it. So here you sat, trying to write some stupid paper about 'how far would you be willing to go to find the truth' but nothing was coming to mind except the shit show that was your life. You had no inspiration, no motivation, and honestly you just wanted to cry. Just as you decided it was time to give up, a familiar pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You turned to face Jughead, and he gave you a small smile, and you attempted to return it, but he could tell something was off.

"What's wrong?" he lightly questioned, and you leaned into him, enjoying the feeling of peace while it lasted.

"Nothing anymore." you whispered, only wanting him to hear you, not that there was anyone else in the diner. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

"Bullshit. Please tell me what's up." he mumbled against your skin. You grabbed one of his hands that held tight on your waist and he rubbed small circles on it.

"I'm stressed because of my parents, I feel like absolute depressed and anxious garbage, and I don't know what to write for my damn essay. But none of that matters now, you're here." he squeezed you tighter with one arm, he and used the other one to open your laptop.

"We can deal with everything else later, because I can't allow that. But first, Let's see what we're working with..." he said, opening word. "How far would you be willing to go to find the truth.." You stared at the screen, just looking at the blank page made you want to scream and throw your laptop in a blender. "Write about Jason Blossom and his death." Jughead suggested, and you perked up, an idea forming in your head. Jughead was on the search for truth, and he so far had gone to great lengths for it.

"Or even better, I could write about you trying to find the truth about his murder." you said, quickly typing. Jughead watched as words flew across the digital page. He took in every detail of you in this moment, your fingers as they typed, how you bit your lip in concentration, even how your hair fell down across your face and you didn't even bother moving it because you were so in the zone. He wondered if this is what you felt like when you watched him write. You turned your head and kissed him.

"My inspiration." You mumbled against his lips.

Yeah when my world is falling apart

When there's no light to break up the dark

That's when I look at you.

When the waves are flooding the shore

And I can't find my way home anymore,

That's when I look at you.

"I can't do this anymore Jughead!" you yelled, collapsing onto the ground. It was becoming harder to breathe, and your vision was blacking out. Everything around you was blurry, the tears in your eyes distorting everything you looked at.

" Y/N please listen to me, everything is going to be okay!" he said tenderly, trying to not let his worry show. He grabbed your shoulders and he looked you in the eyes, his heart breaking as he saw the tears flow out of them. "Listen, I want you to breathe."

"I can't!" you cried, shaking your head.

"Yes you can, please Y/N. Just try." he was doing his best to stay calm, but seeing you like this tore him apart.

"What's the point Jughead! I can't do this anymore, I have no reason to!" you sobbed.

"Y/N you have me!" he yelled.

"You could do so much better, you'll find so much better and you'll leave and I'll be completely alone!" you bitterly yelled. Y/N looked at him, and started to cry even harder.

"Juggie I'm so sorry, please don't cry!" she sobbed. Jughead hadn't even noticed that tears were rolling down his face, and Y/N had never really seen him cry before. Sure she saw a tear or two every once in a while, but never this many. Her chest got tight and her heart shattered. Jughead pulled her into his chest, and they held eachother.

"I could never do better than you." he whispered, rubbing circles on her back. She held onto him tighter, wanting nothing more to make him stop crying. She could feel his tears fall onto her shoulder. "It's you who could do so much better, I'm not good enough for you Y/N, I-"

"Forsythe don't even say that! I love you more than anything in this world, you make me feel less broken and alone and I don't know what I'd do without you." she whispered.

"You do the same for me." he said, kissing her forehead. You make me feel whole."

"Juggie, I know now that my home isn't a place, my home is you." she smiled up at him. He leaned down and kissed her, cupping her face.

"You're my home too, Y/N." he leaned his forehead against hers, and smiled back down at her.

When I look at you,

I see forgiveness,

I see the truth.

You love me for who I am.

Like the stars hold the moon.

Right there where they belong,

And I know I'm not alone.

"I'm sorry." Y/N whispered, standing by Jugheads locker at school. He crossed his arms and stared at her.

"You're in my way." he said coldly, although it killed him to talk to her like that. She stepped away from the locker, and he turned his back to her and opened it up. Rummaging through his backpack for his math notebook he did his best to ignore Y/N behind him, no matter how badly he wanted to kiss her and hold her.

"Juggie can we please talk about this?" she asked.

"Don't call me that." Y/N felt tears stinging in her eyes.

"Jughead please!" she begged, and Jugheads heart broke at the sound of her voice. He turned around and saw a tear roll down her face.

"Okay! We can talk if you stop crying." he said, closing his locker and pulling her into the nearest janitor closet. The door closed behind him and he looked down at her.

"Jughead I'm sorry! I know that you feel like I'm lying because I have things to hide from you and that I'm distancing myself because you think I'm going to leave you but that's not the case! Things at home are getting worse and... I was scared to tell you what was going on." Jughead looked at her worryingly.

"What do you mean? What's going on?" he asked, stepping towards her.

"They... they kicked me out Jughead." she started to sob, and she wrapped his arms around her. "I'm homeless and I'm alone and maybe I deserve it. Maybe I don't deserve a home and a family, I'm just a big problem!"

"No you aren't." he whispered, rubbing her back. "And you aren't alone, you'll never be alone. Come stay with me." He said.

"What?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Come live with me." he said again, smiling down at her.

"Where do you live?" she asked, a bit of excitement present in her voice.

"Don't tell anyone, but I live at the Twilight Drive-In." he whispered, and she stares up at him in shock. He laughed and pulled her towards him again.

"You wouldn't want to live with me." she said. "I dance around too much and sing off key, I eat way too much and I yell at the screen while I watch movies and tv even though they can't hear me! I sleep all day or I lay in bed and watch YouTube and I talk in my sleep-"

"I already know, and I think it's adorable." he said, cutting her off. "You're perfect to me Y/N, and if your parents don't want you then I'll sure as hell take you."

"Oh Jughead..." Y/N fought back tears, but for a different reason this time. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely." Jughead said, grabbing her hand.

You appear just like a dream to me,

Just like kaleidoscope colours that cover me

All I need, every breath that I breathe

Don't you know you're beautiful?

"I swear Y/N, if you don't give me back my beanie-"

"What are you going to do?" Y/N interrupted him, giving a smirk.

"I'm going to do...." Jughead trailed off, trying to think of a punishment for the (y/h/c) girl standing on the bed smiling down at him. "This." he said, running towards the girl. He jumped up on the bed and tackled her, pinning her underneath him.

"Sucks to be you." she said, grinning ear to ear. Jughead looked around for the beanie, but couldn't see it anywhere . He looked down at Y/N and she giggled.

"Where is it?" he asked.

"That's on a need to know basis, and I'm sorry, but you don't need to know." she said.

"Actually, I think I do. That's my beanie." he playfully argued.

"Actually, you don't." she laughed, trying to mimic his voice.

"Y/N, please!" He begged. Y/N attempted to sit up, but couldn't. She fell back down on the bed, and Jughead gave his best puppy dog eyes and stuck out his bottom lip.

"Is Jughead Jones giving me puppy eyes right now?" Y/N laughed. Jughead rolled his eyes and sighed. He leaned down and fell onto Y/N, now laying on her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and she kissed him on the forehead.

"I think you'll be okay without it for one day." she said. Jughead groaned, and it tickled Y/ns neck.

"I won't be though! I feel like I look like an idiot without it. Not that I look any better usually." he said, raising his head so he was looking at her.

"Um, no." she quickly sat up, pushing Jughead up too.

"No what?" he asked, confused by her sudden change in behavior. He sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Y/N onto his lap.

"You never look like an idiot. You're adorable." Y/N said in a very serious tone.

"Not exa-" Jughead was cut off by a kiss. He pulled back, and looked up at the girl on his lap. "What was that?" he asked.

"What I'm not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?" Y/N teased an he chuckled.

"No, I mean-" again he was cut off with another kiss.

"You're so handsome Jughead." she mumbled against his lips. He pulled back again and stared at Y/N, and she admired his sweet smile plastered on his face. His hair was messed up, wild and free from his beanie, and the setting suns light shone through the window, lighting the room up beautifully. Y/N felt like she was in a dream, and if it was one she hoped she'd never wake up. He reached up and cupped her face, and she leaned into it.

"How did I ever get so lucky to have you?" Jughead asked softly.

"I could ask you the same thing." she said, leaning down to kiss him again.

"I love you, Y/N."

"And I love you, Forsythe." she whispered.

#riverdale #jugheadjonesthethird #jughead jones x reader #jughead x reader #cw #fanfiction

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bolbianddolanhouse · 3 years

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BNHA self insert AU [Book 3]

Binge read the last two Books to get you up to speed! Book 1 * Book 2

Chapter 16: Drive Safe by Rich Brian

It’s graduation day and I am so washed over with relief that I’m just floating...literally. Everyone except Lili are in attendance to see me walk the stage twice for my double degree. Beizu and I could hardly sit still for the ceremony, holding hands until it was time to receive our diplomas. The moment we were able to walk out, we bolted out the door to scream out our new found freedom! Our families met up with us for the food part of our celebration, but before that, the usual suspects came up to us.

“IIDA-KUN!” yelled Gon “Don’t leave without saying goodbye!”

“Yea! Lets stay in touch!” Kage said with a smile “I know you have big things ahead of you, so don’t forget about us okay?”

“Aw guys, I don’t think I could if I wanted too” I joked “But I have to thank you guys for making my time in hero class worthwhile! I don’t think I’d do much if you guys didn’t push me to the challenge or pester me into doing the sports festival.”

“Bro, you inspire me” Gon was moved by my words “Invite me to your housewarming and wedding bro! And I’ll invite you to ours.”

“Ours?” I raised my eyebrow “you’re dating someone?”

“Oop maybe I’m getting ahead of myself” Gon turned red “Anyways! We’ll see you later Iida-kun!”

“See you whenever I do!” I waved them off, then turned to Beizu “I hope I do see again, they’re good people.”

“Come on Iwata, Beizu” called over mom “we don’t want to be late to our reservation!”

We excitedly jumped into the car to go to the best dim sum place this side of the country! Mom has been ordering from this place since it was just a street cart vendor, now it’s an established restaurant with many culinary awards. We go on special occasions as a family and they serve us like royalty. As we ate, I really reflected on everything I’ve gone through in these three years. Nothing like I thought it was gonna be but at least I didn’t go through it alone.

“Hey Bei” I said as I split my beef roll “I feel like I don’t tell you how much I appreciate you sticking through things with me. Couldn’t have survived these three years without you.”

Beizu raised a brow and chuckled “Why so gracious out of nowhere?”

“I dunno, I just was thinking about it now that it’s over” I put half a beef roll on his plate with telekinesis “I didn’t dread waking up or doing all that work everyday, because I had you to make things not suck so much. Heck, I wouldn’t even consider applying if you weren’t going to be there! So thank you Beizu, for everything.”

Beizu smiled “I can’t go without my best friend, you’ve made this leg of our lives that much more significant. Thank you for loving and wanting me to be part of your world.”

“Not to ruin the moment but can you pass the scallion pancakes?” Tensei’s voice cut in from across the big circular table.

“Oh sure! Sorry!” I levitated the plate of food to him.

“That reminds me!” Mom gasped as she grabbed her purse “We have a graduation gift for you two. Mei and I thought this would be the right time to give you such a gift.”

Beizu and I receive a large envelope from my mom. We exchanged a look and opened it.

“What is this?” asked Beizu confused to see a letter and two train tickets.

“Well, since you two were a little nosy about Beizu’s father” Beizu’s mom explained “We arranged for you two a vacation to Saitama, where Beizu’s dad is from, to learn more about him.” She turned to her son “I know you want some closure, in the letter are directions to his parent’s lodge that’s still functional. You can ask all the questions there and I’m sure they’d be happy to see that he didn’t let his legacy die.”

I was dumbfounded by the thoughtfulness of this gift. We didn’t know how to express our thanks other than crying and hugging our mothers. We really wanted to know how was this man we were named after. So fast forward a week later, we hopped on the early train to Saitama. Apparently this lodge is so obscure, I couldn’t find any reviews or information on them other than it’s approximate location and what trail to take to get there. We had to hike the rest of the way there once we got to the little town that was described in the letter. But it was a quaint town, not too noisy and not too bustling with tourists. Hand in hand, we hiked our way up the trail. It became clear that we needed to get out in nature more often, just two city boys getting winded and distracted by wild animals! Longer than intended, we finally made it to the lodge after three hours!

“Iwata Family Lodge, an oasis in the mountains” Beizu read the sign at the front of the lodge “It’s so weird to see your name in a different context here. Keep forgetting that your mom gave you my dad’s last name as a first name.”

“I like to not think about it too much” I chuckled as I finished my little stretch “Ready to go in there?”

Beizu took a deep breath “Will you hold my hand the whole time?”

“Of course” I held his hand “Until I need to pee tho.”

“Nah I hold your hand as you pee” jested Beizu.

“You nasty” I wheezed as we walked down the stone path to the front door of the lodge “A ver if you’re down because I need to pee and I’m not peeing in front of nature.”

We push open the doors and the warmth of the lodge rushed over us. The inside was so homely, yet a bit industrial in it’s design. Like this used to be a house that got turned into lodge and it’s gone through a few expansions over the years. The sound of rushing footsteps came from a nearby hallway.

“Hello, welcome! So sorry nobody was here to greet you!” said a woman as she bowed in apology “Are you here to rest for a while or rent a room?”

“Oh um actually” I dug into my pocket to take out the letter “We have a special reservation, under the name of Beizu.”

The woman stopped smiling, face turning white “Beizu? No...it can’t be!”

Beizu took a step forward and took off his beanie “Hi, I’m Beizu Hatsune. Beizu Iwata’s son. N-nice to meet you.”

The woman just looked at his extended hand and just ran into the hallway where she came from.

“Ya know, I expected fainting and crying” I spoke up “I don’t know if I should get in fight mode or call my mom, we followed the instructions on the letter to the T.”

“Maybe they don’t believe us” sighed Beizu in defeat “I knew it was too simple and too good to be true! Like, of course you’d not believe that your family member that died almost 20 years ago SUDDENLY has their almost 20 year old son show up with a random dude!” Beizu exclaimed in exasperation “God what are we doing?! Let’s just...go.”

“Bei, don’t be like that” I go in for the hug “Lets sit in the lobby and if they kick us out, oh well that’s our cue to truly leave. Please? I know you’re tired from that hike.”

“Fine, only because I’m tired” Beizu caved into my embrace “Can I have some water from the canteen?”

We hung up our coats and took off our hiking boots to sit in the lobby. I looked out the window to see the other facilities this place has. There’s an onzen, a slope to sled on, outdoor lounge and dining area. If we’re welcomed here, I’d love to hit the onzen. But back to the matters at hand, Beizu was getting anxious with the amount of time that passed and nobody came back out. Almost an hour passed and still nobody!

“Lets go Iwa” Beizu said standing up “I feel like we’re not welcomed here. I guess we’ll see where to stay once we get back to that town.”

“Oh well, would’ve been nice to have a soak in that onzen” I floated over to the coat rack “It’s really cold here!”

“Wait! Don’t leave!” cried out a voice from the hallway.

We turned around to see a man and woman, both gray and aged, coming out of the hallway.

“Please, we have to apologize for not coming out sooner” said the older woman “It’s just that we’re shocked to hear that name again. You have my son’s name” she pointed to Beizu, walking slowly toward him “I haven’t seen him in so long but I know my son’s face when I see it.” she wrapped her arms around him “You look so much like him! Please don’t leave us again so soon!”

“I can’t deny that you’re not the spitting image of my oldest son” spoke up the old man “Please, sit a while in the lobby. I’m sure you came for questions.”

“I did, I have so many!” Beizu responded, overwhelmed by everything.

“Cool, mind if I use the restroom?” I spoke up as I spotted the sign to the men’s room “I’ll be right back Bei.”

Beizu sat with his grandparents, not knowing where to begin.

“The pink looks nice on you” his grandmother spoke up.

“Oh thanks! It’s natural” Beizu fingered a lock of his hair “my mom has pink hair and yellow-gold eyes.”

“Natural?! What else is different?” questioned the grandfather, astounded that pink hair is genetic.

“Hmmm, I guess my studies? I recently graduated from UA-”

“UA?! My goodness you must be a super genius like your father!” gasped the old couple “What’s your hero name?!”

“Oh this is awkward, I actually pursued the agent route” Beizu let them down gently “I’m one of the top three agents of my class and I’m going to work in contracted agent work in my region.”

“Not a hero eh?” chuckled the old man “Not that different from your dad.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Well, I’ll admit, I put a ton of pressure on your dad to either be a hero or be in construction like me. That kind of pressure put a strain on our relationship and it drove him away from here.” the man sighed “He made it out of here as a sidekick for a top hero right out of hero school. But he really wanted to be an engineer and help others with technology, that’s how much of a genius he was. Always tinkering with scraps to make robots and I’d yell at him to put his skills into something more worthwhile. When he told us he was finally pursuing his dreams to be an engineer, I got very angry that he was throwing away his hero title to play with robots. At the time, I didn’t think he was going to make a living doing all that and I didn’t want him to starve to pursue this dream. But that was the final straw and he cut ties with us.” He looked at Beizu “How stubborn of me to just hold on to this grudge, even when the company he worked for took off. And even when the day came when this gorgeous woman with curly hair came in to tell us he passed away, I said that I didn’t want anything to do with that man. But as the years rolled by, I found myself missing him and realizing that I wasn’t considering the times were different and it was better for him to be in engineering. And I should’ve been more supportive and maybe he’d still be here, and we would have been in your life.”

“I’ve wondered how is that curly haired woman” the old woman spoke “She looked so professional and passionate about his death, I thought for a while that maybe she was the woman he was courting.”

“Oh um about that-”

“Yo that bathroom has a bidet and I feel like I’m at my old house!” I said stomping in.

“Hey why don’t you introduce yourself!” Beizu motioned toward me.

“Oh right! How rude of me!” I clear my throat “Hi, I’m Iwata El Roca Iida. I was raised with Beizu when we were infants and stayed together ever since.”

“Iwata? Like our family name?” muttered the old woman “How?”

“Iwata here was named after my dad out of respect. His mother is CEO of the company he worked for.”

“Yup! My mom told us how amazing he was and that she wouldn’t be where she is now with the company without him” I said as I sat next to Beizu “He designed all the functionalities of the robot companions and personally installed security systems in most of the major hero agencies.”

“Oh my, don’t tell me that-”

“His mom was the curly haired woman that you yelled at grandpa” Beizu said as he snatched the hat off my head, revealing my curly hair “Fun fact, he was in the womb when she came here to tell you the news.”

“This...is a lot to take in” the old man slumped back into the couch “It’s all the ghosts of the past are here to kill me themselves! Now I really regret the things I did.”

“Oof, do you think it’s in poor taste if we tell them our news?” I whispered to Beizu.

“What news?” the old woman asked curiously “Please do tell! I want to know what’s going on with my grandson.”

“Well, if you insist” I held Beizu’s hand “We’re engaged and going to live together.”

“Okay, I’m going to go take a nap” the old man stood up and briskly walked to the hallway “because there is no way today is real!”

We watched this old man fume his way down the hall and heard a door slam.

“Is he alright?” asked Beizu

“He’s just overwhelmed is all” assured the old woman “But we’ve just met you and you’re getting married?! I’m so excited, I love weddings! And I’m sure I’m going to have some lovely in-laws.”

“Oh you’ll love my parents and three other siblings!” I added.

“Yup, I’m also very excited to take his last name” gushed Beizu.

“Aw, not keep your last name?” she asked confused.

“Nope, I want him to marry into my family so I can share my inheritance with him” I clarified “My dad is part of the Ingenium hero lineage and-”

“A HERO LINEAGE?!” she screamed “oh please forgive me, but I suddenly need to lie down too.”

I waited until she was out of sight “Well, at least she’s not homophobic!”

“It was a lot to take in” Beizu slumped back “Now I feel like taking a nap.”

“If you’d like, I can open up a room for you two” said the woman from earlier “You traveled quite a ways and they just need some time to recoup. Come follow me.”

We followed them down the opposite hallway and into a room with a large bed and faux fireplace. We put our bags down and admired the view from our window.

“There’s towels and robes in the bathroom cabinet, extra blankets in the closet and some bottled refreshments on the table.” the woman turned to leave “I’ll have a meal ready for you when you wake. Please get some rest.”

“Thank you.” We thanked politely.

Beizu threw himself on the bed face down and started screaming into the comforter.

“Was that an excited, tired or frustrated scream?” I asked as I sat at the edge of the bed.

“It was a mixed one” Beizu rolled onto his back “Kinda see why my dad left, the communication in this family is awful. But at least grandma is nice.”

I laid down next to him “See? You’re already getting comfortable with the labels!”

“Yea but... the whole excusing themselves from the conversation is making me feel like shit” Beizu sighed and closed his eyes “Maybe a nap will do me good, we did jump into things too soon.”

I check the time “Its only 3pm, lets rest then” I spooned them from the back “I’ll be here when you wake.”

We took a short rest, only to be woken up by the sound of children giggling and running up and down the hall.

“Okay either this place haunted or theres a family that just arrived” I said as I sat up from our nap “And I believe the haunting more than the latter.”

We walked out to see 4 children of different ages in front of our door. All of them scattered at the sight of us. Confused, we walked out to the lobby and met with the woman again.

“You’re up, sorry if the children woke you” she walked out from behind the front desk to show the children wrapped around her legs “They heard from their grandma that they have an older cousin here in the lodge.”

“Oh wow I have more cousins!” Beizu leaned down “Hi! I’m Beizu, I have the same quirk...see?”

The children gasped at the sight of Beizu stretching his limbs.

“But can you touch the ceiling?!” challenged one of the older boys “I nobody can beat me!” he stretched a good 6 feet “Beat that!”

“Boy you underestimate me!” Beizu did a little warm up “I’ve been training my quirk at the highest ranked hero school, the ceiling is nothing!” Beizu jumped up and stretched to touch the high vaulted ceiling with ease “Tadaa!”

“Woah! So cool!” cried out the boy that challenged him.

After a while, the woman leads us to a dining room with a late lunch set for us. She sat with us, observing Beizu.

“You know, after your dad left” she broke the silence “he kept in contact with me. Even after the big fight, he’d send me money and call once a week. He told me that his partner was pregnant with you and he planned to come back to introduce you to us once you were big enough.”

“He kept in contact with you? How come you didn’t come to visit?” asked Beizu.

“I couldn’t leave the lodge, our parents were getting too old to run things on their own.” the woman explained “Father didn’t put the same pressures on me to study or find a worthwhile job, it was already assumed I was going to run the lodge, marry a local man and have children. And don’t get me wrong! I’m perfectly happy with that! It’s just that, I idolized my big brother and of course I’ve bit my tongue and kept you secret from my parents for him.”

“What? Why keep me secret?”

She started to pick up the dirty dishes “Father is very stubborn and I was so afraid he’d reject you too. Over the years he softened up to start mourning the loss of his son.” She put the dishes on the bussers cart “It was around the time my oldest son started talking that he came around. But it was too late to really fix things, so he just spent his days sitting in his workshop, remembering when he spent quality time with his son.”

“...Well, what if I told you I can help him look back?” Beizu offered.

“Bei, you brought the device?” I asked through my mouthful of omurice.

“Yeah, I figured that if we did find the place and they let us in” he explained himself “maybe they’d like look back at the good times. Plus I’d get to see how my dad was as a kid.”

I swallowed my food “Fair enough, that’s why you’re the smart one.”

“Hmm? I device?” asked the woman curiously.

“Umm I can explain later aunty” Beizu held back “er- can I call you that?”

“Of course! I am your aunt” the woman burst into laughter “my name is Naomi and you can call me however you want.”

I quickly finished my food as they were talking “Soooo, is the onzen open?”

Beizu and I spent time together for the rest of the day. Fully touring the place and contacting our moms that we made it safe to the lodge. In the morning, Beizu was preparing himself to show the device, basically pacing in anticipation.

“Aunty, I-”

“Hup! Whatever it is” stopped his aunt, plates in her hands “sit and eat.”

“But-”

“Sit. and. eat. Beizu.” She waited for Beizu to sit at the table “Good! I hope you like fried pork and eggs in congee.... And that goes for you too Father.” She sternly flashed a look toward the open doorway “What is with the men in this family and skipping breakfast?!”

“Dad did it too?” Beizu asked.

“Oh he’d bolt out the house in excitement almost every morning” the old woman walked into the dining room “And it’s always something he thought up in his sleep and didn’t want to waste time because the dream was still fresh in his head.” She sat down “Your grandfather would be the first one up to do some sort of work on the lodge and wouldn’t stop until the middle of the afternoon.”

I turned to face Beizu “Now that they mentioned it, you do wake up and get to work-mode.”

“Yea and I have to drag you out of bed every morning so you can do your little skincare and hair ritual” Beizu mocked me and turned to his aunt and grandma “He can’t go anywhere if his hair isn’t done! So high maintenance.”

“Curly hair is hard to manage” I huffed as I levitated the coffee pot “Just wait until we have children and we have to care for their curls! Complain then Bei.”

“Oh my, I can’t imagine it!” the old man put his cup down to put his head in his hands “Great-Grand children?! Pink and curly haired with god-knows quirks.”

“Father don’t think about it too much” the aunt sat down “They’re still too young to have children. Besides, they might be quirk-less like me.”

“You’re quirk-less?” I asked, hiding my palm pistons in my sweater sleeves.

“Yup, that’s why I admired my big brother so much” she smiled “He had such an amazing quirk and I wish I had it in me to do the amazing things he did. But sadly, no quirk, hence why all my children have quirks.”

We talked more over breakfast and I noticed how much more open the grandfather was to Beizu. It made me very relieved that things weren’t tense anymore, which made the next event that much easier. Everyone was gathered at the lodge workshop with Beizu and the device in the middle.

“Okay, give me at date” Beizu flipped the device on.

“...try March 9th, 30 years ago.” spoke the grandfather “If I remember correctly, that’s the day I finished the room expansion on the far side of the lodge.”

“Alright...starting image, now!”

Beizu pressed the button and the device took a little while to produce the hologram, as it’s the furthest date it’s been inputed. But finally the image of a male child with an adult man at the work table came up.

“...and that’s how you fix a door knob.”

“Wow! So cool daddy!” gasped and clapped the boy “Can you teach me how to do the thing with my fingers?!”

“You mean make the lock pick?” said the man as he knelt down “Sure, hands out.”

The boy eagerly held his hands out and observed how the man molded his fingers into two thin, needle like hooks.

“I did it!” the boy exclaimed “look daddy! Now I know 5 tools!”

“You sure do, I’m very proud of you son” the man chuckled and pat the boy’s head “You’re learning so fast, someday you’ll surpass me!”

“I wanna grow up and help people. I want to learn as much as I can!”

“Like a hero?”

“Like you daddy!” beamed the boy “You’re always helping people by building houses and clearing safe trails for hikers. I want to help too!”

Beizu stopped the image and looked back at his aunt and grandparents.

“He knew way back then his calling” his grandmother spoke “And he never lost track of it, we just didn’t know it was going to be with robotics.”

The grandfather walked up to the still of the past “I shouldn’t have pushed you away, would you ever forgive me?” he asked the hologram like it could respond.

“I think he would’ve forgiven you” Beizu walked up to him “I’ve peeked into the past, the time before I was born and he was prepping the house for my birth. He would talk to himself that he wanted to take me back to where he grew up. That maybe if comes back with a lot to show, he’d show that old man that he made it pursuing his dream.” Beizu turned to see the image of his dad as a boy “I didn’t know what that meant but I get it now! He wanted to show you how capable he was with his dream. A thriving career, a house ,a loving partner and a child...he wanted to make you proud of him at the end.”

That statement made everyone cry.

“The hologram is fading” I spoke up, pointing at the corner that started fading.

They all gathered to watch the last few seconds of their loved one, like they were finally letting go of any bad feelings and regrets. I could help but smile at them finally acting like family, like they were never apart. The next few days we spent there were us learning about the area and helping around. The morning we were due to leave, the grandfather approached me.

“Boy, may I see your hands?” he requested bluntly.

“Um, sure” I held out my hands, confused on why he was asking me to do so.

He took a closer look at my pistons “Two quirks?” I nodded in response “Ahhh, what a rare gem. The gene pool is going to be nice and strong! Please take good care of my grandson” he folded my hands together with his cupped around them “You have my blessing to marry him, but I have a feeling you were going to regardless on what I had to say.”

I chuckled “What gave it away?”

“The way your mother told me that she was going to honor my son’s death to spite me that day” he got visibly nervous “I got very nervous when I saw that curly hair, thinking you’re just like her. So this whole week I was just waiting for you to yell at me over something.”

“Oh I don’t do outbursts unless I’m in battle! Don’t you worry your little gray head oji-san” I reassured him “I promise to take care of Beizu and to remind him to call every so often.”

I walked with him to the front desk, where everyone else was.

“Ready to go?” Beizu asked me as all his cousins were latching onto his legs crying “Come on guys, I gotta go home.”

“Are you sure you have to go? You’re more than welcome to stay as long as you want” the grandmother offered.

“I wish we could but we have important trainings coming up in the coming days” Beizu responded, peeling his cousins off him “On top of that, we’re still looking at places to move into once Iwa gets his inheritance money in a few months.”

“We’ll visit as much as we can!” I promised as I picked up my bag “We’re family after all, I wanna see what’s going on at the lodge.”

“We’ll always have room for you two” the aunt said as she hugged us “Take care, send me a message when when you get home safely.”

We said our final goodbyes and walked away hand in hand. I had to savor these moments with Beizu, the real work was starting soon for us. He knew it too, so we didn’t let go of each other the whole way home. And even then, we had to get pried away by our moms at that were waiting to take us home when we arrived at the station.

Many months later, I finished packing my belongings to move out of my parent’s house. It’s spring, I just had my 20th birthday and Lili is newly engaged to Hoshi. The brats are in their 3rd year of middle school and Beizu is making good money at his agent job. Me? I’ve taken up work with Sir Nighteye’s agency and it’s an impressive first job I’d say. I walk down stairs with the last of my boxes to load onto the rental movers truck that uncle Jin has yet to come back. I see my mom sitting at the couch by herself, I float over to her.

“Mom, what are you doing?”

“Hmm? I got texts from work and I’m just now getting around to them” she responded as she was typing “Are you all packed?”

“I am, just brought the last of my stuff” I sighed and sat next to her “Mom, I’m nervous. I know this is different from moving away to dorm and I’m not going to be alone. But I can’t help it! What’s going to happen now?”

Mom put her phone down and held me “Oh my baby boy, I’m afraid I don’t know the answer to that one. This is the beginning of your adult life, your fate is entirely in your hands now.”

“How was it when you started your adult life?” I asked, looking up to her.

“I was basically like how you were, moving into a place with my significant other and making our place like a home” she smiled and stroked my hair “Except my heart was torn between what happened between your dad and I. My fate was ruled by my next move, no syllabus nor clear future! Hence the mess that happened that lead to reuniting with your dad. But you’re in better standing than I was at your age, you’re living with the love of your life and have enough in savings for anything that might happen.” She squeezed me close “You’ll be just fine Iwata, enjoy your newfound freedom and cherish the little things. Because the time will pass so fast that you’ll be bringing home your first born, wondering were all the time went and how you spent it.”

“Its that how you feel know that I’m the second one to move out?”

“It feels like last week I was watching you take your first steps and now I’m watching you leave my nest” she chuckled, then paused to listen to the shuffling outside the house “Oop, your dad and uncle Jin came at the same time, better go yeet those boxes into the truck before your dad starts crying again.”

So I was speed running my move out, like mom said, my dad cries so much whenever his kids do anything. Uncle Jin was generous enough to not only drive the truck but also help us bring our new furniture up to our apartment. It didn’t really hit me that this was our new place until I saw the amount of boxes that were piled in the living room.

“Well, time to get started” sighed Beizu as he handed me a box cutter “I’ll do the furniture assembling, you unpack the kitchen and bathroom stuff.”

Half way of unpacking, I looked at a frustrated Beizu trying to assemble a desk “Ya know, this unpacking and moving in shit is way harder than when we were in the dorms. Lets just...not assemble the bed today.”

Beizu stopped his struggle and looked at me “You saying what I think you’re saying?”

I gave him the look “Ya sabes babe, pillow fort bedroom!”

When we got around to unpacking the bedroom things, out of all the boxes we packed, all there was three comforters and the rest were pillows. I couldn’t help but to laugh at the amount of pillows we brought to our place! It was enough to fill our bedroom, or as Beizu put it, enough to build a pillow castle. So we did just that and crawled inside of it to finally rest.

“I don’t mind if we never assemble the bed frame” Beizu said as he put his head on my chest “Our parents can’t tell us to tear this down!”

I looked up at the ceiling fan, finally taking in our situation “Just like this, forever in love and young at heart. In our little love nest.” I closed my eyes and felt Beizu cuddle closer “I love you so much.”

Thoughts of our future danced in my head as I drifted to sleep. I was very excited to make my way through my adult life. Who cares what’s going on outside right now?! I have all I need right here and nothing is going to change that.... Wonder what those brats are up to now?

-Book 3, End-

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 4 years

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Did you know about two years ago i saw King Harry at a local Burger King?

I heard him speak and noticed his accent and so I kept looking at him not feeling he was a Prince of any sort.

My soulmate was screaming "That's the King!!"

I told him "okay that's great but would you shut up? I'm trying to look at This guy. He seems familiar to me and I'm at Burger King, yeah i know. Now just please!"

So I'm looking him up and down and he loos me up and down, King Harry with amusement. And im like dude what you looking at me and laughing for? And I'm all this is a set up and hes figured me out before i figured him out. And i wonder if he's got amnesia, too...

He let's me order ahead of him although he was there first... Although i had went in first, I had gotten in line second after seating my kid as we had not been to that particular Burger King before.

Then I heard him going on and on about making sure the receipt was gotten for him. Because he had forgot and it was placed on the counter and he had people with him.

I was all surely that is not the Prince of Harry he would not care about a receipt!!

Then he tells his friend in a whisper "No you should call me King. Then no one would know who i am."

"You mean us"

I looked up to see King William laughing.

Whoa shit!! My mouth dropped open! It really was them! Or him!

William turned around and his mouth dropped open at the sight of me!

"First i want you to know this wasn't planned. Second i want you to tell me where you have been"

I didn't know who he was talking to so i looked away because i was like not planned my foot and you're not tricking me hostage negotiatiator! We're not gonna be your hostages! Not today!!

I heard stuttering and mumbling. "I was waiting in the car, you didn't answer your text. And i wanted to make sure the drink order was okay"

"How's your drink order ma'am?" Asked Harry

"Great!"

The entire time my daughter is laughing. Ever since she saw Williams jaw drop she was in a fit of giggles.

"We are just doing something incognito. It was nice to see you. Pleasant surprise! And it seems you have raised her right. I hope i do the same. But why have you recognized him but not me?"

"LET'S GO! IT MIGHT NOT BE HER!" William said through clenched teeth.

Which made me laugh because it was them!! Or very good actors!!

And Harry laughed and tried to get his brother to wait.

"He's aged. He's old. That is what i recognize" I barely gasped out between giggles.

So Harry repeated in a low murmer. So next thing I know William stomps back "what do you mean he's old?!?!"

"Not him you! Shit!! Oops I mean! No! No! I don't you got it right the First time!" Finally i could quit laughing and get myself together! Im sure i looked quite the Loon of Los Lunas!!

Behind me i could hear Harry taking pictures of my daughter who was just lit up.

"It IS! LOOK AT THEM! THEIR FACES! Its all her!!! You could tell can't you Harry!!!" William had the same amused satisfied look on his face that Harry had had in the line.

It was weird because Harry was in front of me with a black beanie and all black clothes and i had a feeling. And a memory of the burglar guys from Home Alone. And i started messing around in my head from that feeling because i felt very safe and comfortable to have my own presence.

And Harry spun around and grabbed his heart. His eyes wide with shock. Then kept turning his head to look at me. Gave up and then stood next to me.

I felt he was very tall. Almost too tall, i felt he had grown into a handsome young man. And i wondered why i thought those things. And it made me cautious. So i put my hand on my hip and spread my legs a bit like Wonder Woman and in my head said "And who are we to serve today sir?!"

My soulmate was all "you feel uncomfortable but you feel you should do like that?!?!"

"Uh huh."

That is when Harry's mouth dropped. But also colors whizzed by me. Colors of me in an outfit I had worn Before that only he found striking enough to remember.

And he spun around like Wonder Woman changing into her super self and said "there"

And i said "oh well what will you be having? She wants the chicken"

He laughed and barely squeezed out "burger and fries"

"Oh we are getting milkshakes, too. Coupon"

"Oh let me see? Are you done? May I?" And he clipped a coupon

"In the mail, the mailbox that is where i got them at my house"

"Oh you live nearby?"

"Down the road"

His face turned white and he grabbed a pen and wrote my name on his hand.

"Yeah but it's okay. There's nothing to it. Just be me"

And he doubled at the waist laughing.

"I'll admit some days it ain't easy but hey what else are ya gonna do? Cant die"

He had tried to steady himself but bust laughing again.

"Yeah I know you can't be me. I'll go first"

"Please do!!"

Later, as i left, the Police Department went in and asked for all copies of the security footage. And ordered something to eat while he waited.

...... ..... ....

Back in 2008 they had visited and I had kept explaining how I for each event we needed money and who had the funds.

Harry who i had not recognized yet although i had recognized his brother, because Harry had changed outfits and was walking about and had confused me as I was super busy interrupted, "excuse me if i may, but why do you keep saying you need money? You're like the richest person we know!!"

"Oh I'm so glad you asked would you like to see my bank account?!"

"No!"

So i showed him, we got like $2000 per month for my now ex husband's wages and my money from the VA to attend school.

And he turned white and he said "so so so someone stole from you?!?!?"

I didn't know i had money. I just knew people were offering to fund it. And would say "you got money for that" Saint Luches had caught on and would say "from me" as he played my accountant when Dan was busy.

Otherwise Dan would say "there's funding for that"

So it was quite the Bermuda Triangle of communication for me to understand that it was my own money we were using and it was my own money for businesses I owned and didn't know i owned.

And my face turned white.

And that is what seeded the desire two Kings to live as peasants.

Except Harry said he also wanted to do it alone. And so now it is his blessing to do so.

They would take breaks and leave their money as it was and go back to work and do what they needed to do for their country then they would return to where they were and be at the same amount of regular money they had at where they lived.

They would stay in the USA and use USD. They would stay in England even in their castles and use regular Euros and be on a budget under the Queen whom of course would bail them out.

I posted an article not to long ago about the Young Queens wearing mall priced jewellery along with their crowns.

And so while the world is in an uproar, they're doing what they have been all along. But this time a bit louder.

And William will take his turn at living singley with his family as a peasant eating 15 year old French fries from the back seat of their nearly broken down auto.

They have a series of different lifestyles to live.

Eventually they will have to hitchhike and stumble across luck in life.

When they do, they will be disguised and without their children. And to prove the world is safer.

Which we cannot bail them out. Unless it is subzero temperature and they are not near any buildings they can seek shelter at. Or extremely hot and they had not had water.

So in a sense how the brave Americans and other people from other lands will backpack across Europe, they will backpack across the world.

In my old age I am not that brave.

So while many think now "what if God were one of us" in a few years you will know to think "what if the King was Queen was hitchhiking back there?"

Alas. Do realize that people are kidnapped by picking up hitchhikers and they are not going to do so for until 2024. And of course they will have security that is nearby.

So please don't go picking up hitchhikers now! If you don't regularly.

I did in the past until I had my daughter and I can count on one finger how many times I've picked up a stranger on the road side since then. And the same for as many times as we hitchhiked ourselves.

I do help people in well lit and populated parking lots if I am not feeling ill.

I applaud Harry and William and their Queens for their adventures they have done in secret. And I look forward to the days we can see their adventures on TV.

May all the Good Gods and Goddesses and Trees bless both Harry and William, their children and their Queens.

My heart goes to Harry and his family on their new adventure they strike out alone!

My happiness still exist for them all!!!.

The number one cause of fights is about money... But I am sure they will still have that ability to find love... Despite that red hair temper stereotype that everyone fears!!! ;)

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thatz-not-okay · 6 years

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For a short period of time I had a really intense emotional and physical relationship with a guy. The first times we had sex were all at his place. Eventually I invited him to my place where we spent a weekend in and out of bed. When he left I noticed that the condom wrappers were gone from the floor and also not in the trash can. I wouldn't have noticed but I wanted to purposefully leave one out for my ex to see when he walked our co-owned dogs. My ex cheated on me with a bunch of people, has treated me pretty badly since the break up, and brings his new girl friend over to my house when I'm not there even though I've asked him explicitly not to. The next time I was over at the new guy's place, after we had sex and he left the room, I realized the drawer where he keeps his unused condoms was open. I noticed that he had kept all of the used condom wrappers from when we had sex at his place and collected the ones from my place as well to keep in his drawer. Is that okay?

Thatz okay.

Do you realize that your complaint about him being creepy for saving condom wrappers is hindered by the fact that, earlier in the story, you also tried to save a condom wrapper? Remember? How you were put out he took the condom wrapper from your apartment because you had already earmarked it for your own uses?

First of all, a condom costs about 75 cents, so if you were committed to the "Oops-is-that-my-condom-wrapper-did-I-leave-my-condom-wrapper-out" stunt, you could have just gotten another one. No one's going to factcheck your passive-aggressive scheme:

This type of condom is dispensed from a machine thirty miles away from her nearest fuck buddy's house. And the wrapper is still warm, meaning it must have been placed here less than a minute ago. Also, it's taped to the middle of the television screen.

Secondly, the old leaving a condom out trick is for kids. (Not young kids.) You might as well have left your journal open to an entry reading "Man, more sex with a hot, thoughtful gentleman last night! Am I doing too much banging?" BOTH TRICKS ARE EQUALLY SUBTLE.

Yes, it's a little odd that a person would save the wrappers instead of throwing them away, like most people. But is it negatively impacting anyone involved? Unintentional sabotage of your bullshit scheme aside, probably not. (And it's much more sanitary than saving the condoms.)

You and I have no idea why this guy is amassing a treasure trove of jewel-toned condom wrappers. Maybe he's a sentimental type and was compiling a Scrapbook of Our Love to give you on your one year anniversary. ("The time I loved you on my living room couch....The time I loved you behind the dumpsters of your favorite Vietnamese restaurant"). Maybe he was going to use them to make a brightly colored holiday wreath. Maybe he was engineering a beautiful art installation about contraception. Maybe he's planning to pull the same trick you were, except that he's dreaming on a scale bigger than your ambition goes. Maybe one day, six years from now, his ex-girlfriend will open the door to her studio apartment and be buried under an avalanche of gold, purple, and turquoise Trojan wrappers.

Maybe he just fucking looooves condom wrappers.

Did you confront him about it? Say "Hey...any reason you're saving all our condom wrappers?" or "Hey...please stop saving all our condom wrappers," or "Hey, I know you stole some personal property from my home in the form of a condom wrapper, and I want you to know I've already called the police."

On that note, I wonder, too, how you were able to discern that all the wrappers you saw in his drawer were from your sexual encounters. Did the condoms have your name written on them? Do you have your own private line of condoms?

The main issue here is not that a guy you slept with a few times was a weirdo about keeping condom wrappers. It's that your relationship with your ex-boyfriend is insanely fucked up. He shouldn't be bringing people into your home without your permission. You shouldn't be laying clever traps for him.

At the end of the day, the guy you had a fling with is the dude with a drawer full of rainbow foil—haha, that's odd. You are the crazy girl he dated who used your relationship with him as a pawn in a twisted mind game with your ex.

Worst of all, now that you've moved on from that guy, you won't even be able to manipulate his emotions by leaving an empty condom wrapper out for him to find. He'd see it as just a spot of good fortune; like finding a wheat penny or a Beanie Baby or whatever else other men collect.

I am 35 and have never been in a romantic relationship. Over the years, I have gone on numerous dates but never connected with anyone. Otherwise, my life is great. I have a wide circle of friends, a close family, a fulfilling profession, and (because of the constant rejection) the time and resources to pursue other hobbies and interests. I would like to bury myself in work and give up on ever meeting someone. Yet I feel like I would also be giving up on a fundamental part of being human, connecting (emotionally, spiritually, physically – what have you) with another person. Given how I have already built my life alone, this almost guarantees (absent a reformable female burglar) a life of permanent bachelorhood. Having struck out for 15 years straight, I think it might be time to give up and embrace dying alone. Is that okay?

Thatz okay.

There's a difference between being alone and being lonely.

Being alone is great. You are the captain of your own catamaran. You are having hot dogs for dinner every night because hot dogs are your favorite. No one is accidentally on purpose leaving revenge-condom wrappers scattered around your apartment for you to find. Every night is like this.

It's much better to be happy alone than to force yourself into a marriage because it feels like you really should be married by now. You know who's not married? Oprah. Do we feel bad for Oprah because her life is unfulfilled?

We do not. Oprah's life is the ultimate single-person fantasy. Unlimited resources, unlimited cream couches, and, at the end of the day, she gets to fall asleep in the middle of the bed. A married Oprah would be less magic. A married Oprah would be Ellen.

Being lonely, on the other hand, sucks. So, before you dramatically shut the curtain on dating forever, make sure you're the former rather than the latter. Relationships aren't a one-trip salad bar. There an unlimited seafood buffet, and there are always more clams casino.

If you don't feel like dating anyone because you're happy being a party of one, that's great. Be prepared to have family and friends offer to set you up with people until you are no longer of marriageable age. (If you politely decline, be prepared for them to think you harbor a secret weird fetish.) When you do die, you will make someone's day by leaving your fortune to them.

(Incidentally, 35 is a bit early to embrace dying at all, never mind alone. Are you a caveman? An ovary? Maybe, for the time being, embrace living alone?)

If you're resigning yourself from dating because you just don't think you'll ever find anyone, stop being a drama queen. Apart from planning your death at 35, you sound normal and well adjusted, which is all most people want.

Unless you are Batman (which would explain your time and resource-draining "hobbies and interests" as well as your eagerness to enter into a relationship with a female cat burglar) your lifestyle probably does not prevent you from engaging in, at the very least, online dating. Make yourself a profile. Spring for one of the paid sites since you've got money to burn.

And if you're hoping to meet a female burglar, leave your window open, I guess? But be warned that any lady who scales your home to rob you is probably a crackhead.

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