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liron-ao3 · 3 years

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It's not that Dean doesn't like Castiel. It is more of an I-swear-on-my-mother's-grave-I'll-kill-him kinda relationship. Because the thing is, Castiel set up Dean's little brother Sam and his stepsister Rowena and it isn't that Dean could say it out loud, but he is worried. To say the least.

Rowena has a power over Sam that makes Dean's stomach flip. She conjures sappy smiles on Sam's face and makes him follow her like a love-drunk puppy. She's a witch, Dean is convinced, but he tries hard not to mention that in Sammy's orbit. He heard the whole that's-a-misogynistic-term speech when Sam was dating that Ruby chick and Dean knows that his brother would only cling closer to the Scot if he knew that Dean thinks that his fiancée is straight from hell.

So Dean grits his teeth, swallows his tongue, and plays nice around her, even going as far as agreeing to be his brother's best man. He will still be there when Sam comes running with his heart broken and with his tail between his legs.

Castiel, on the other hand? That man he can hate in abundance. Not that he has ever met him, but honestly, he has to be Lucifer himself if he thinks their siblings to be a good match.

Dean can picture him vividly—a leer on his face, sweet-talking people into feeling safe and then smiting them with the snap of his fingers. That man has to be evil incarnate and Dean won't pussyfoot around him. No way!

***

"Play nice," Bobby grumbles when they enter the venue for the rehearsal dinner.

"I am nice," Dean hisses back.

"Sure you are," his surrogate father says and makes a beeline for Ellen and Jo on the other side of the room.

Dean shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans and scans the room for the man he is sure he will recognise immediately. But no one really sticks out from the crowd that is well-dressed and mostly speaking in different kinds of British accents. Family of the bride, obviously.

Dean feels a little underdressed until he spots a man in an ill-fitting suit, draped into a trenchcoat. He is standing next to a redheaded, slim woman, who Dean would probably try to get on the backseat of his Impala if he wasn't set on finding that Castiel guy, sweet talk him today and wreck him tomorrow. Unless Sam does the wise thing and cancels the wedding, which seems less and less likely by the minute. Rowena's spell seems to become stronger day by day. Dean hardly recognises his ever-worrying, self-loathing brother anymore, with all the grinning that goes on on his face.

Maybe Dean is an asshole, but he has pulled Sam from the edge too many times to count. This is too good to be true. Happiness doesn't find a Winchester. Not in his experience.

Dean walks to the other side from where the redhead smiled over to him. Maybe she can point him to the object of his hate. She tilts her head to the side when he comes closer.

"You must be Dean," she says, stretching out her hand. Dean is taken aback by her knowledge.

"How did you…?"

She shrugs. "I know nearly everyone in this room. And the only two men Sam ever mentioned were his brother and Bobby who I assume is the fella over there."

Dean looks in the direction she is nodding to. "Yeah. Sam always had more female friends."

"I think that's what Rowena likes about him. He's sensible."

Dean huffs. "Yeah, I bet she likes that he's soft for her."

"He makes her very happy," the man says and his voice does things to Dean's insides he doesn't want to nurse right now. He needs to focus on his anger. Arousal isn't helpful.

"If you say so," Dean grunts.

Anna furrows her brow. "Are you okay, Dean?" she asks concerned.

"Yeah, just not really convinced about this whole wedding business. Don't you think it's too fast?"

The man tilts his head to the side and Dean starts seeing the family resemblance. "I think that they complement each other very well. I would have expected Sam's best man to see that, too."

Dean can't really argue with that. "I don't know her well enough to judge. I just know that my brother is a different person now."

"And you don't like that?" the woman asks. Hell, Dean doesn't even know their names and spills all the beans, probably making an ass of himself.

"He's my brother. I know him better than anyone and this—" He gestures in the engaged couple's direction. "This isn't the man I raised."

Two pairs of eyes move to the tall men and back to Dean.

"You mean a happy man?" the woman asks.

"No. I mean…" Dean should have kept his mouth shut. They don't know Sam, his dark thoughts, the forced smiles, the brave face. Dean knows it all or at least well enough to know that the chuckling man on the other side of the room is a stranger to him. Okay, maybe Dean is a bit overdramatic. He knows Sam laughing, pulling pranks. But life had been shitty to both of them and the only people they could always rely on were the two of them.

Yes, their circles have widened over time, with Jody and the girls, Charlie and Dorothy. Still, happiness isn't really part of their lives. They might get glimpses of it, but…

"You mean what? That our sister isn't good enough for your big shot lawyer brother?" the man asks.

Dean freezes. He sometimes forgets that Sam isn't little Sammy anymore. That he's one step away from leaving his old life behind, and with it his big brother, probably.

Dean scans the people in the room, mainly the bride's family and he swallows hard. Yes, he's the odd one out. He only owns a single suit, so he couldn't wear it tonight. Is it that? Is he jealous? Or anxious to lose Sam?

He looks back at the bride and groom. Sam presses a kiss into Rowena's hair. From afar, they are a cute couple with the difference in height and the unconventional age gap.

Dean bites the inside of his cheek and tries to unclench his fists. It isn't working.

"She's way out of his league," he hears himself say, not knowing where this is even coming from.

"That's what you said, Anna, the first time you met Sam," the man chuckles.

Anna? Oh, that's the future sister-in-law Sam raved about and Dean thinks he wants to set him up with. Well, that probably flew out of the window a minute ago.

"I didn't, Castiel. I said I was surprised that she went for someone younger. That's all."

Dean's eyes shoot up. That's the man? The man, who he built up as the bogeyman who would get familiar with his fist? A fucking baby in a trenchcoat?

The whole house of cards that Dean has built up over weeks is threatening to collapse. Dean's throat tightens and he pops a button on his polo shirt, but to no avail. He meets Castiel's eyes for a moment, the other man squinting at him as if he could look deep into his soul.

"Are you okay, Dean?" he asks and sounds concerned.

"Yeah. Just need some air," Dean all but spits and heads for the door.

He props himself up on the roof terrace's balustrade and tries to sort through all his contradicting feelings. He hates it. It's all him. His fear to be left behind, for the only constant in his life to leave, like everybody else who has ever meant something to him. He's jealous and the realisation hits him hard.

Yes, he doesn't know Rowena, but Sam does. Well enough to want to marry her. Sam, who thought he was too toxic for a real relationship. Dean always told him that this was bullshit. And now that his little brother is finally listening, Dean acts like a jaundiced ex? Fuck!

"There you are," a too-familiar voice comes from behind. "I thought you left me hanging, man."

Dean chuckles. "I have to lead the bride to the altar, right?" He ruffles Sam's hair. His brother glares at him, but without heat.

"Wanna come in? I'd like to introduce you to Rowena's best man."

"Who's that?"

"Castiel."

Dean's eyes sink to the floor. Of course, he is. "Already met him."

Sam raises an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you already snubbed him."

"Nah. I wouldn't embarrass you in front of your new family." It's enough that Dean embarrassed himself.

"Most of them are kind people," Sam says carefully. "And after tomorrow, Rowena is your family, too."

Dean works his jaw. It's a bit difficult to look at Sam, now that he realised that he's never given his fiancée a real chance.

"You'll be here in California, and I'll be back in Kansas. We'll be lucky if we see each other on Christmas."

Sam squeezes his shoulder. "You could move here, Dean."

The older brother shakes his head. "I don't belong here, Sammy." Another squeeze. "And I can't afford to take off so much to drive over." And soon you'll be too busy to fly back to where everything feels small and like past, he adds in his head. He puts on a smile nonetheless.

"Samuel?" Rowena calls from the entrance. "Dinner starts in five."

Sam smiles over to his future bride. "I just need a minute, mo ghràdh."

"Mo what?"

"It's Scottish Gaelic for 'my love'."

Dean raises an eyebrow and chuckles. "You really got it bad, huh?"

"I wouldn't marry her if I didn't."

Dean pats his back. "I'm happy for you man." He's surprised that he means it.

***

Dinner goes fine and Dean has a nice conversation with Anna, who is seated next to him. Luckily, she's not of the resentful kind. Still, Dean is feeling out of place. Their found family is so much smaller than Rowena's real one with all the siblings and cousins from both sides of the pond. And this is only the rehearsal.

As soon as dinner is done, Dean excuses himself and flees to the hotel. A real one that Sam was kind enough to pay. It makes Dean feel only smaller and not good enough.

He takes a shower and walks out on the balcony, just a towel slung around his waist. He can hear the waves hitting the beach nearby and seabirds screeching. He gets why Sam moved here, why he won't come back. It still stings.

Dean did everything in his power to get him so far and he can't bring himself to regret it. But he's still angry. Maybe he is anger, plain and simple. He's been angry since his mother died and his father gave a shit about giving his sons a home. This anger will probably never go away. It's good that Sam found happiness, Dean muses. At least one of them should.

There's movement on the balcony next door and despite the separation wall, Dean can see the trenchcoat clad arms propped up on the railing. What are the odds?

"Castiel?"

There is a long pause and then comes, "Dean?" This gravelly voice doesn't fail to move him. If Dean didn't decide to scratch the term 'witch' for his future sister-in-law, he would wonder if her stepbrother might be a witcher, too.

"Yeah. Not into parties?"

There is another pause, probably filled with a head shake Dean can't see. "I don't like crowds of people. And my family is, well, my family. I love them, but it's complicated."

"I get it," Dean says, although he probably doesn't.

"You seem to have cooled down a little," Castiel states matter-of-factly.

"Was it so obvious?"

Castiel laughs and the sound vibrates into Dean's heart, churning it in delicious ways. "You looked as if you were out to kill someone."

Dean chuckles. "I kinda was."

"Why? And who?"

Dean swallows hard. What he would give for a beer right now, but he had way too much of that red wine already. Maybe that's why he answers, "You." There is a long moment of surprise that Castiel doesn't seem inclined to break, so Dean adds, "I built up this story in my head that Rowena bewitched Sam and you were at fault because you brought them together."

"And now?"

Dean shrugs his shoulders. "I only want Sammy to be happy."

Castiel hums on the other side of the separation. "Why are you sounding so sad then?"

A flare of anger rises in Dean's chest. The man doesn't know him. What gives him the right to state something like this?

"Blow me, Cass!" he grinds out. That guy is getting under his skin. Why, he doesn't know. Maybe because he's right.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

The retort comes quick like a shot and Dean is struck speechless for a way too long moment. Castiel starts chuckling.

"You're an asshole!" Dean grumbles.

"An asshole who gives good head, though," Castiel says smugly.

Dean groans. No, he won't think of these sinful lips wrapped around his cock. No way, José.

"Is that an offer?" his mouth asks without his consent.

"I'm not a one-off kind of guy, Dean."

Dean wishes he wouldn't have to lie if he said he wasn't either. Is there an expiration date for that stamp if you haven't got laid for more than a year? Probably not.

The silence stretches into an eternity until Castiel quietly says, "Good night," leaving Dean alone in the pale moonlight.

***

Rowena looks beautiful and Sam smart. Dean manages to get through the whole wedding ceremony and his best man speech without a single glimmer of jealousy. Bobby looks at him approvingly and Ellen whispers into his ear that his mum would have been so proud of him.

Still, Dean finds himself on the balcony once again. His thoughts need space to swirl around him. There's a lot to process on this fine day—his brotherly/parent-like love, his own loneliness in a room full of people, the strange stares that Castiel and he have been sharing the whole day…

He presses the palms of his hands against his eyes, hoping to force back the sting of tears building up in them. A warm hand lands on his shoulder, startling him. "You've done well."

Dean chuckles without mirth. "Can't remember when anyone said something like this about me." He bites his lip, hard. Why did he say that? To a complete stranger nonetheless. Castiel doesn't comment on it, though, and Dean sighs in relief.

The music coming from the party changes to something slow and Castiel asks, "May I have the next dance?"

Dean turns his head and stares at the outstretched hand for a very long moment. He has never danced with a man before. Not without a beer bottle in his hand and for sure not a slow dance. But he feels a pull to this man, who he hated with all his guts just a day ago. A man with kind eyes, a shy smile, and a patience Dean isn't used to.

He takes the offered hand and Castiel's smile grows wider, just like Dean's heart. Castiel pulls him slowly into his arms, lets him settle against him, and rewards Dean's head leant against his own with a gentle brush over his back.

Dean shivers at the tender touch and bites the inside of his cheek in a last attempt to keep back the tears welling up in his eyes.

"It's okay," Castiel says. "Let go. No one will see it."

And Dean does. In the arms of a stranger under the Californian moon. He doesn't shake off the tender hand carding through his hair, or the strong arms holding him upwards. He lets out the sobs he's been holding and allows Castiel to brush away his tears before their lips meet in a gentle kiss. He smiles at Castiel bashfully afterwards.

"It's okay," Castiel repeats.

Dean chuckles. "Is it? Crying like a baby in a stranger's arms?"

"Crying like the big brother, who raised a wonderful man and has to let him go to live his own life. Crying like a lonely man, who hasn't been touched intimately for ages."

Dean furrows his brow. "How?"

Castiel smiles at him with so much warmth that Dean feels like welling up again.

"Sam loves you. He talks about you all the time. It felt like I knew you before we even met. And the rest? Let's say, kindred souls recognise each other."

Dean huffs a laugh. "You're good, man."

Castiel smirks at him. "And you're a good man, Dean Winchester," he says and leans in for another kiss.

Maybe, Dean muses, Castiel is magical after all.

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sweettooth-87 · 3 years

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Ok so this isn't someone's request but I have had it in my mind for a while and thus I've decided to write it. Also I'm not the best at writing weddings or ceremonies

It has been a year since she left. Since his dearest, beloved Mary left.

He always knew she would have to leave the theater one day but a psrt of him didn't want to let her leave and wanted her to be his beloved but he knew she was to marry someone that while in his eyes (and from most of the inhabitants that knew about her fiancé) that guy didn't deserve to marry her but he knew she would just get mad at him.

"you should have confessed to her" said Lance "yeah but I didn't want to ruin our friendship" Lance looked at the younger maestro with a face that said "I know that feeling". Balan took a deep breath and put his hat on 'the show must go on' was what he thought before leeving his room.

Like every day after Mary he stayed on the lounge waiting for any new human who might need his help, the hours passed and passed until he heard the fron door opening with a hit as if someone had opened it with a kick 'huh?!' was all he thought until he saw a bride running rapidly towards him.

When the bride was face to face he could see that it was his beloved Mary "Mary what are you'd doing here? Weren't you going to get married?" Mary shook her head and said "even before meeting you I had have doubts about him, about the wedding, about the whole relationship but I didn't want to admit that my friends were right about him not being worth it and also that I was afraid of him doing anything to punish me but when I was walking down the isle I knew that it wasn't him who I wanted to be there" he looked at her puzzled and said "then who is it?" she looked at him with tears on her eyes and said "you.... Balan I.... I love you" he looked at her and said "oh.... Mary I... I fele the same but i didn't want to tell you because I wanted you to live a normal life" she looked at him and said "I don't care about 'living a normal life' I want to be with you balan and I knew it from the moment I saw you" they looked at each other then slowly got closer until their lips touched "Mary this is your last chance. If we kiss I might not be able to stop myself and I will be by your side for all eternity" she looked at him then say "then let's get married. I'm the one paying for that wedding anyway" he looked at her surprised then smiled and used his magic to transport them in an alley close to where the ceremony was held.

Everyone was still trying to process what had happened minutes before. The groom wa son the altar screaming and bawling his eyes out. No one could understand what he was saying apart from "that fucking bitch how dare she leave ME here" and similar things. One of Mary's cousins was about to go the alter to say that the wedding was canceled when he doors opened and there was Mary with a group of people. The guest looked surprised not only because the bride was back but because of the group of people alongside her. Some were recognizable faces like the artist Lucy Won, the Fire fighter who saved a child Eis Glover, the diver Fiona Demetri a and many more.

"WHAT IS THIS ALL ABOUT?!?" screamed the groom before running towards Mary. She looked at him and said "I'm sorry Jonathan but I can't deal with you anymore. I guess the straw that broke the camels back was the fact that you forced me to make you affair partner Sophie to be one of my bridesmaids. And yes Sophie I'm sorry you had to find out this was but you're the other woman, but I have to thank you as if he didn't break the loyalty that two people in a monogamous relationship must I have I would still have those rose tinted glasses. Jonathan I want you to leave the chapel right now and if anyone else wants to leave with their gifts I understand it but I want to get married to the one I love and I know loves me for who I am and not for my bank card"

Jonathan looked at Sophie and said "let's go. Fuck this crazy bitch" but Sophie faces turned sour and said "fuck you Jonathan I can't belive you lied to me. Fuck off I hope to never, EVER see you again!!" and thus he left.

Mary looked at the left side with surprise and said "you know the groom who you are related by blood left. Right?" everyone nodded and someone said "we know but you treated us with more love than he ever did in his life" an older woman stood up and said "Mary your behavior made us see the fact that I raised a narcissist who only wants me if I'm useful and I want to stop any relationship with someone who might see me as nothing else than a bank of money, food or a place to be. And so if it didn't bother you we would like to be part of your family" Mary looked at her family and they all nodded in agreement "ok then let's celebrate this wedding" everyone sat in their seats and the ceremony continued with a new groom.

After the ceremony everyone went to the site where the reception was held. Once everyone arrived Mary's mother went towards her daughter and said "well sweetie who is this handsome guy?" Mary laughed then said "mom this is Balan. He is the one who helped me and if it wasn't for him I would be in that hole Jonathan put me in" Mary's mom smiled then said "oh really then welcome to the family son you can call me Suegrita" Balan nodded in agreement and said "a pleasure to meet you ma'am. I can see now where my dearest Mary took her breath taking looks from" Mary's mom laughed a little bit and the reception continued without any issue.

#balan wonderland #balan/reader #balan x reader #balan wonderworld #balan #Balan x oc

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italian-pastry · 4 years

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Bnha Marriage Headcanons

KIRIBAKU

- KiriBaku got married first no I will not change my mind

-Baku wanted to get it done right after they graduated so 1, they can be married before they really get into hero work and risk death and 2, they can focus on their work since they married already

-the thing is; they had no celebration

-they just went to a courthouse one day and signed the papers and boom they're done

-(jirou and shinsou were the witnesses since they can keep secrets)

-and no-one really said anything about it

-Bakugou just said to Kiri after a date (while they were still third-years) and was like

- "Let's get married"

-and Kiri was so shocked he was just like "oh ok sure"

-bakugou did not appreciate that

-"WHO SAYS 'OK SURE' TO A PROPOSAL???"

-"THAT WAS BARELY A PROPOSAL KATSUKI YOU DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A RING"

-they were married for 12+ years before they had a ceremony

-it was pretty epic ngl

-lots of red and gold and dragon-esque imagery because that stuff is rad

-wedding armour? I say yes

-bakugou threw the bouquet straight into Deku's face

-"KACCHAN I'M ALREADY MARRIED"

-"I DON'T GIVE A FUUUUUUUUUCK"

-Eijirou and Katsuki hyphenated their last names (when they signed the papers after they graduated)

- Mr. And Mr. Bakugou-Kirishima

-Their kids got to be involved! It was great

TODODEKU

-they actually waited a bit after they graduated and got their careers in order to get married (like responsible adults)

-they waited a year or two

-Izuku proposed (Shouto cried)

-the wedding was suprisingly extra for an anxious broccoli and bitchy peppermint

-lots of silver and stars

-Inko would've gotten into a fist-fight with Shouto if he didn't let her help pay for anything

-and said fight almost happened

-they ended up compromising and she helped pay for Izuku's suit

-All Might mostly happy-cried the entire time (he was Izuku's best man)

-endeavor? Whose he? We don't know him. He don't get to show. This is an Emdeavor-free zone

-Shouto started crying during the vows, and his best man (Bakugou) had to read them for him

-it was funny

-since the #1 pro hero was getting married, it was a huge deal for the media

-think the royal wedding levels of huge

-the wedding was just for family and friends tho

-so the paparazzi can suck it

-Shouto took Izuku's last name (because SCREW Endeavor)

TSUYURAKA

- Tsu proposed a week or two after the TodoDeku wedding

-She'd been planning it for months her friends' wedding just so happen to have occured beforehand

-they were very efficient about planning the wedding tho so they were only engaged for like a few months (3-4)

-the wedding was magical

-nature Flowers FROGS

-you can bet your ass it was Princess and the Frog themed

-"they put chemicals in the water that turned the freaking frogs gay"

-they decided to not take each others' last names they just vibed with their own

-Urarake was DEFINITELY a bridezilla

-but like

-a badass bridezilla

-but she turned into a marshmallow during the actual ceremony

-she did better than Shouto tho

-she was able to actually say her vows

-the whole thing was super sweet

-the reception tho

-the reception was lit

-they totally had a preplanned first dance as wives

-and it was awesome

-Momo caught the bouquet

-Lesbian Luck if I may

-it was the ultimate Gal Pal ceremony

SHINKAMISERO

-it was an amazing mess from the beginning

-Sero proposed to his boyfs on their dating anneversary

-but it turns out

-Shinsou had the same exact idea

-(Kami hadn't really thought of it)

-so that was pretty fun for Kami, being proposed to by both of his boyfriends that day

-They got married before TodoDeku, but they weren't the first (not counting Kiribaku)

-Sero was just happy to be getting married, so he wasn't much help during planning

-Kaminari was the control-freak, surprisingly

-he just really wanted to have an amazing wedding don't judge this poor hopeless romantic

-shinsou just asked questions like "so when the priest guy says 'you may now kiss the grooms' how are we gonna kiss? There's three of us"

-Shinsou also almost forgot to get a suit

-he only got his suit like 2 weeks before the wedding date

-dont tell Kami, but the wedding was low-key kinda basic

-(oh except for the fireworks)

-but it was still amazing

-Eri was the flower girl and ring bearer

-I know she's like 11 at this point but hush she deserves this

-there were little pikachu cookies at the reception

-they were a hit

-since this is a poly wedding there were some complications

-there were 3 first dances as husbands

-3 sets of groomsmen (do they even have that many friends among the 3 of them?)

-there were some roadbumps

-but did they care?

-no

-they all joined the Sero club and were just happy to be married

-they decided to be ~unique~ and they made an amalgamation of their last names

- Shin-ar-o (Shin from Hitoshi, Ar from Denki, O from Hanta)

-So they all have the last name Shinaro now

-their first kid was born 9 months after their honeymoon

-sooooo 👀

AOMINA

-Second to be married with a ceremony (Mina was almost disappointed)

-Mina proposed since Aoyama is mr. No balls

-he did buy her a ring that matched his engagement ring

-the wedding itself was very extra

-mina almost got cancelled because "her dress was sparklier than her husband"

-theme? No. Just sparkle

-Aoyama had really long vows that was generously seasoned with healthy doses of French

-Mina expected this and so her vows were pretty short

-Their reception was wild

-no children allowed

-it was an epic rave and they had a pretty fantastic time

-Mina and Aoyama actually spent a crap load of time planning the wedding

-they were fiances for almost 8 months

-since Aoyama is a low-key attention slut, the media was allowed to be involved

-(mostly everyone else with their weddings didn't really want the media to be involved)

-so they did a lot of interviews about the planning process and who they were hiring and who was involved and the whole shebang

-they legit had fun with it

-legally, Mina took Yuuga's last name, but everyone still uses Ashido (she wanted them to)

-Yuuga got drunk at the reception and proceeded to cry the rest of the night and ramble about how happy he was

-(Mina also got drunk but instead she danced on a table then proceed to pass out)

HAGOJIROU

-they were the first to be married with a ceremony

-Ojirou proposed a few months after they graduated

-there were many botched proposal attempts before that

-but it worked out in the end

-PASTEL WEDDING PASTEL WEDDING

-Hagakure's dress made her look like a cupcake it was pretty fantastic

-Ojirou said 'Naw' to a black suit so he really rolled up in a baby blue suit

-slay king

-there was tons of cloud/sky imagery since that sounds super cute

-since Hagakure's dress was so poofy, she had a black swan moment during the reception and changed into a black dress more suited for dancing and general partying

-although they were the first wedding, they still had the biggest cake, to this day

-surprisingly, neither of them cried during the vows

-Ojirou did get pretty misty-eyed tho

-Hagakure will say she didn't cry but it's not like anyone can prove her wrong

-Tooru took Mashirao's last name

-Tooru Ojirou <3

-(Tooru was already pregnant when they got engaged but shhhhh don't tell nobody)

MOMOJIROU

-GAL PALS GAL PALS GAL PALS GAL PALS

-they were one of the last to get married in the first group (like, there was a large group of people who all got engaged at once, and Momojirou was one of the last ones)

-Momo proposed but you know what that means

-the most extra engagement ring ever

-it was black and purple and amazing

-Jirou was a tad overwhelmed by it (but she still loves it)

-She has a plainer ring she wears out and about, she only wears the super fancy one during events

-VICTORIAN WEDDING LET'S GOOOO

-it was also space themed and super pretty

-not nearly the most extra wedding, but certainly quite extra

-Jirou cried a lot

-Momo did a lot of pleased smiling

-it was real sweet

-their reception was elegant and amazing

-their first dance was AMAZING and heartwarming and just real sweet

-Momo just wanted to keep becoming more extra and more extra and even MORE extra

-Jirou had to reign her in a lot

-the venue and catering and all that stuff was lovely and expensive

-(which almost gave Jirou a stroke)

-Momo just wanted the best for her gal pal

-btw the gal pal joke was carried through the whole wedding

-it even said it on the invite

-"You have been formally invited to the Gal Pal wedding of Kyouka Jirou and Momo Yaoyarozu"

-Jirou took on the Yaoyarozu last name because idk she felt like it

#bnha #kiribaku #tododeku #momojirou #ojiro x hagakure #shinkamisero #kirishima x bakugou #todoroki x deku #momo x kyouka #shinsou x kaminari x sero #marriage hcs #bnha hcs #do i ship too many things?#well #i ship more #so look out for that

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resinatingbeauty · 3 years

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In Memory of The Best Friend I Ever Had - RIP Shadow (assumed)- 4/30/2021

Shadow showed up at my parents house where I lived at the time, one night back in 2016. I had just gotten home from working at a local country club late in the evening, tired, and physically burnt out from working 40+ hours a week on top of going to college for my associates degree. I saw something pass by the driveway out of the corner of my eye. Something massively fluffy, tail straight up in the air, trotting along. There are many feral cat colonies in this town and many cat owners that lived on that street. Needless to say, I didn't expect this one to whip back around and start chirping at me, rubbing my legs after I called to her.

My mother was adamant when my last two cats had past 8 or so years prior that she wasn't looking for any more pets. My mom loves animals, but she also loves her home and was thinking about doing renovations before adopting any new companions. I knew I was in trouble when this cat came to me with nothing but affection, clearly malnourished, but strangely well groomed. I knew she had to be owned by someone, I had no idea who.

That night I went inside after spending some time enjoying her company. At the time, I was calling 'Charlemange'' as a play on 'Charlemagne'. I had been taking a medieval humanities course at the time and the name seemed fitting enough considering how much scraggly fur she had. Huge paws. Big, fluffy tail and mane. I had never seen a cat so gorgeous around the area. All the feral cats are short hairs, reinforcing my notion that she had to be someone's pet.

I watched through the window slit of the front door as Charlemange played with the moths and other bugs that were attracted to the lamp post my parents have at the end of the driveway and regretted leaving her out there.

I simply thought that Charlemange would return home where she belonged. When I went out to my back screened in patio, whom do you think was waiting for me? Meowing? Charlemange. To my mother's horror, she would launch herself at the screen and hang there to get our attention. Imagine this big ass cat hanging from your screened in porch you've been trying to renovate by all her claws.

She was persistent and Charlemange NEVER returned home, wherever home was.

Eventually, I sealed the deal, low key giving her a can of tuna. Now you see how Shadow went from Charlemange to Shadow.

For about a month, all I had to do was make a high pitched noise and Shadow would come out of wherever brush she was stalking, running and talking until she found me. One evening, I went to give her her dinner, and she shot in the front door.

Mortified, I watched as she scooted right into the one place that I dreaded her to go. My parent's room. That night, as a 20 something, I received a lecture from my father about how my mother felt about pets. 'She isn't a kitten, you know,' he said, 'thats a grown cat. Someone else's cat.'

I just listened and acknowledged what he was saying. I knew there was no point trying to explain what exactly happened. When my dad got done going off on the back porch and went back in to bed, I heard a meow from the patio door. Shadow had been standing at the door, waiting for him to leave , almost like she was saying, 'Hey, I'm really sorry about that, sis,'

Shadow would go on to live in or around the property for nearly a month. I made an effort to find her owners and return her to no avail. Eventually, a single mom I had been working as a private tutor for as a side hustle agreed that she would take Shadow. This would only last for a few months. The family had another cat, Karma, whom had been declawed (I abhor this) and two little girls who had no respect for animals (especially cats) because of this. I knew how the oldest handled Karma and my only solace in handing Shadow over was that I knew she wouldn't be hit by a car, would be fed, loved to a degree, and would scratch the shit out of them if they fucked up.

Their mother ended up calling me, giving me money to bring Shadow in to the humane society, saying she was a wonderful cat, just not the best fit for the girls. I could only imagine what Shadow went through at that house, because the time there changed her. The collar I had on her was returned to me snapped in two. It looked like it had been pulled off. I cringed thinking about it and never put another collar back on that cat. At the time, a woman had been busted hoarding 100+ cats that had all been relinquished to the humane society and local rescues. The humane society's solution for most was euthanasia and I wasn't about that for Shadow. Back to my backyard she went.

Eventually, Shadow won over my mother and my father, especially my father, whom you would never think would love that cat so much. When my mother brought Shadow to the vet, we were surprised to find she had a chip in her ear registered to someone on our block. As per protocol, animal control was sent out to investigate. The woman told animal control that she didn't want the cat. All she did was run away. Shadow's real name was Holly, but she was still Shadow to me.

Shadow became the best friend I ever knew. Not a night went by where she wasn't under my covers sharing the pillow with me, laying stretched out on her back or side as the little spoon. If she wasn't in my bed, she would sit at the door to the bedroom, guarding me or in a chair next to me, always watching. I could do no wrong in that cat's eyes. She was the highlight of my day when I got home from every crappy job I had since. A furry coat to soak up the tears shed during long nights of insomnia and depression. An inspiration for my art and spirituality. My familiar and kindred spirit. If I would talk to her, she would respond with chirps and meows like she knew exactly what I was saying. If someone else was in the room giving her attention and I walked in, she would perk up and run toward me like they never existed. Shadow was the second cat that chose me. I have never chosen a cat from a shelter or adoption / rescue facility. This is how I acquired both my childhood furry friend and Shadow.

It all began when I noticed Shadow's fur was sticky and stiff, like she had been sitting in honey. Just the end of her tail at first. She always had this silly habit of sitting in her food tray, so I cleaned it and her and thought nothing of it until the drooling started.

Shadow had always been a drooler, but not to this extent. Drool bubbles would pop from her left lip. One night, when I came home from work before I started my leave to focus on my Etsy shop, I was horrified to find her sitting on the couch with a bloody chin. Now, there wasn't a large amount of blood, but this alarmed me significantly. It was time to see a vet, like, yesterday. Thankfully, my shop sales had been great and I didn't have to fret over the bill- I was ready to pay whatever it was to make her feel better.

The vet confirmed what I knew deep down and didn't want to acknowledge because the thought was just too painful. Cancer. No chance of survival even if I wanted to go through the hell of treatment, which involved removal of the tongue and jaw. I brought Shadow home and cried, hoping for the best -that the antibiotic would work. The vet said she had been wrong before, it could just be an abscess and it would heal. Shadow was still doing cat things. Shadow was still my best friend, she still loved me, she was still trying to cuddle me at night and surrounding me with the reminder of death in the odor of her breath.

Yesterday, I brought Shadow in to be put to sleep. The decision was made when I looked up from making a rune set and saw puddles of blood on the floor, a stream of it from her face as she was sitting in the window sill. I have never felt so heartbroken. Not even at a family member's funeral. I asked to bring her home, burying her under the tree where I buried my last cat and childhood familiar, Elmo. When I saw the standard biohazard bag peeking up through the dirt, I knew that was where she belonged. With her sister. Yesterday, my heart was buried with that cat. Eleven years was not long enough but each one filled with so much love and happiness. I stood with her until the end. The only peace I feel is that I know that she is no longer hurting. I know she knew I loved her.

I miss you Shadow. To those of you who have recently lost your best friend, your familiar or the love of your life, my heart goes out to you. I hope that someone else can read this and share my pain. I understand that there was nothing I could do but love her. Love your pets. Love them as long and as well as you can- nothing is immortal. We accept this when we commit to caring for our (mostly) furry (sometimes scaly or feathery) friends. This doesn't mean that it hurts any less when we lose them.

To my customers, who have been patiently and diligently awaiting orders while Etsy forced hiatus on my shop, preventing sales during this crisis in addition to my sister in law's wedding and me poking my own eye out back and February- you all are really the best turn of luck I've had. You do not know how much I appreciate you allowing me the time to spend these last few precious moments with her. It truly means the world to me and I hope at the end you receive something worth your time and patience. I have not forsaken fulfillment, and orders are still shipping. Unfortunately, I NEED to reopen and accept new orders, as Etsy is demanding payment for $600 worth of shipping labels. My shop is still appearing as in hiatus at the moment, but I ask for all the support my friends, supporters and followers can offer at this time as I essentially will be working for free when I reopen to pay these fees. Great, right?

If you are awaiting refunds, there is literally no money in the account associated with Etsy. However, as the funds become available, I will be processing refunds / cancellations. I'm sorry for the delays, I never thought I would say I found success at the worst possible time. I urge the rest of you- if you have a deadline for your order for the love of goddess TELL ME. I am getting a little frustrated with buyers (who are frustrated with me, understandably, but still, my item descriptions are clear about relaying deadlines) who are upset or complaining about meeting gift deadlines or other deadlines I literally had no idea about. I'm a decent psychic, but not perfect.

~ Samantha

(Owner/Designer/Creator blursedbaubles.etsy.com)

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josjournal · 4 years

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The Man by his Side (Full Moon Ficlet #406 - Chaos)

Written for @fullmoonficlet

The sun was coming up over the trees while Derek leaned on the railing of the balcony outside of the room he normally shared with Stiles. He could hear people inside moving around, the entire pack had descended upon the house for the first time in three years. Even Jackson and Ethan had flown back in from England. Derek was overwhelmed by having them all in the same place, a small part of himself lost in the memory of the last time his original pack, his family, had gathered in one home at the same time.

A knock on the door behind him pulled Derek back into the bedroom. “Come in,” he called out, smiling when Cora entered, looking nervous as she twisted her fingers in front of her, her eyes flashing gold. “Morning. Everything alright?”

“Depends on how you define ‘alright’,” she muttered. Derek raised his eyebrows as he reached for the shirt hanging from the end of the bedpost and shrugging into it. “The caterers called and there was some kind of flooding in the business next door that cut the power and they lost all of the food they prepared.” Derek huffed out a sigh as he started buttoning his shirt from the bottom.

He opened his mouth to suggest calling local restaurants for carryout, the party wasn’t that big, but Cora continued. “The photographer emailed to cancel stating they’d been double-booked. The band got in a car accident after their gig last night and two of their members are in the hospital.”

“Are they alright?” Derek asked, his hand freezing as it reached for the jacket that he’d draped over the end of the bed.

“Yeah, just a few broken bones,” she said, waving one hand as she smoothed the other over her hair before tugging at her dress, the lace refusing to lay flat. “That’s to say we now have no food, no photographer, and no music. Nothing else could possib-”

Derek cut her off with a hand over her mouth, feeling strangely calm compared to his earlier worries. “Don’t even say that. Next thing you know, the groom won’t show up.” He laughed, the smile falling from his face when he saw her eyes widen above her hand. “He’s not here?”

“We tried calling and his dad is out driving around but no one can find him,” Cora said, biting into her lip, the perfect lipstick transferring to her teeth, and Derek had an image of Lydia and Erica screaming at her for ruining her makeup.

“I’ll find him,” Derek said.

“You can’t!” she shouted. “Everything here is going absolutely batshit crazy.”

“Then deal with it. Everyone can take photos, Erica’s Instagram is full of gorgeous photos. Order carryout and put it on my card, but call now so they have enough time to make it all and hopefully deliver. Offer to pay double. We can use the radio for music,” Derek said, tugging his jacket off and pulling his shirt over his head before dropping his boxers and shifting. He knew his sense of smell was even stronger in this form and he would need all the supernatural help he could get.

He was barrelling down the stairs just as Scott opened the front door, looking frantic with a much calmer Melissa behind him. Racing past them both, he heard Scott shout, “Groom on the run!” and he ignored it as he headed towards the road.

He was halfway down the drive when he skidded to a stop, an idea popping into his head. Changing direction, he ran through the woods as fast as his four legs could take him. He could hear some of the other pack in the distance calling for him but he had one thought and one thought only as he went in search of the groom, leaving the chaos at the house to someone else to handle.

When he was a hundred yards from his destination, the wrought iron fence just starting to emerge between the trees, his ears perked up at a familiar voice mumbling low enough that he couldn’t make out the words. His nose twitched with the scent he knew as well as his own and he slowed his pace not to disturb the man as he padded up to the fence closest to the spot where he knew he would find him.

He was sitting on the stone bench right in front of the headstone he’d expected, silent now as he played with the flowers in his hands. Moving slowly, Derek ducked through an opening in the bars and moved slowly to sit on the ground, leaning into his legs. A hand stroked through the fur on his head and scratched behind his ears in his favorite spot, although he’d admit that to no one else.

“Hey,” Stiles said, his voice rough and Derek didn’t have to look up into his face to know he’d been crying. Derek laid his head on Stiles’ knee and whimpered before he nosed at the watch on his wrist. “I’m late, aren’t I?” Another whimper. “I’m sorry. I woke up this morning and my head was so loud. Thoughts and memories and worries and I just had to get away from the chaos.”

Derek understood. There was a spot, not quite a hill but high enough that he could see over where the old house had stood. When things got to be too much, he ran there and sat until his mind calmed again. Stiles went to see his mother. He whimpered again and Stiles leaned over to press a kiss between his ears. “We should probably get to the house before they send out the search party.”

Derek lifted his head and rolled his eyes; he was the search party. While Stiles placed the roses in the urn next to the stone, Derek went in search of a pebble, finding one at the base of a tree that was slightly heart shaped. Carrying it carefully in his mouth, he laid it on the gravestone and looked up when Stiles made a soft sound of appreciation. It was something Stiles always did along with the flowers and Derek had never asked, just done his own research to see it was a sign of respect in the Jewish religion and he was glad to share that with his soon-to-be-husband, especially since it brought a slight smile to his tear-stained face.

They walked to Stiles’ Jeep and Derek hopped into the front seat, nosing at Stiles’ phone that was blowing up. Grabbing it, he scrolled through the messages, his eyes growing wider the longer he did. “No food, no photos, no music?” He looked at Derek who did his best to raise his eyebrows in a ‘what can you do?’ kind of way.

Grinning, Stiles put the Jeep into gear before reaching into the backseat and grabbing the go bag that he kept back there, packed with things for both of them and tossing it into the footwell in front of Derek’s seat. “That settles it. We’re eloping.”

He laughed when Derek tilted his head back and let loose a howl of agreement, Stiles joining in as he turned the Jeep in the opposite direction of the house and towards the interstate. As they left Beacon Hills behind, he looked over at his fiancé and knew that even though he would miss having his family witness the wedding, the only thing that mattered was the man by his side.

Cross-posted to AO3

#sterek #eternalsterek #fullmoonficlet #sterek fic #my writing #the man by his side

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downwiththeficness · 4 years

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A Need So Great-Chapter 9

Summary: Eva Moore is assigned to work the last year of her contract with the DEA in Colombia. She just wants to get to the end of her tenure, but she keeps getting drawn further into a string of murders in the city. It isn’t long before she’s forced to face the ghosts of her past.

Word Count: ~3,300

Warnings: None

A/N: For the purposes of this story, Carrillo isn’t married--or, if you like, divorced. A/B/O dynamics are prevalent, and they come with their own warning. The overall rating for this story is Explicit, although not every chapter will contain adult themes.

Taglist: @dirtynerdy98 @1zashreena1 @heresathreebee @deliciouslyclassytrash @maybege @kid-from-new-zealand @clydesducktape

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8.5, 10, 10.5, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

Eva sat in the conference room, trying hard not to fidget. Javier and Steve were to her left, and there was a projector sitting behind the table. None of them knew why they were sitting there. None of them knew when the meeting would start. All that they were told was that they were supposed to be sitting in that room by nine am that day. No exceptions.

The air kicked on, filling the room with a dull drone. Eva grabbed her pen and held it in her palm, using her thumb to slide the cap up and down along the length of it. She wanted to get up and take a lap around the room to excise some of the nervous energy she felt.

Javier lit a cigarette, sinking down lower into his chair, looking annoyed, “How long’ve we been sitting here?”

Steve looked at his watch, “About twenty minutes.”

“Fuck me,” Javier groaned, rubbing his eye, “I got about a thousand pages of paperwork that need to get done and we’re sitting here with our thumbs up our asses.”

She had to agree. She’d gotten a little behind with reading through case files. Although she was used to redacted information, she wasn’t used to whole sections of them being completely missing. As she moved through the most recent information, that was occurring more and more often. She thought she’d gotten the mole over two months ago, but now… there had to be more than one.

The door opened and Vanessa walked in. Eva inhaled deeply, her grip on the pen tightening until she heard the plastic crack. Jaw clenched, she sat up and prepared herself for the inevitable. Unable to help it, she glanced at the two agents she’d worked with so closely, already mourning the friendship they’d started to develop. She wondered if Connie would be calling to cancel their work out tonight.

Blinking, she turned her attention to the woman who signed her paychecks.

“Hello, thank you for waiting. I’m Vanessa Arnold.”

A tall, stately woman, dressed in a crisp suit, Vanessa looked at them with a critical gaze. She addressed each of them in turn, welcoming them to the meeting. Eva’s eyes narrowed as Vanessa sorted the stack of files in front of her. She knew those files—well worn over the years, and slowly growing.

“I am here,” she announced, her expression business placid, “Because I’ve heard some disturbing information and I would like to give you the opportunity to address it.”

Next to her, Javier stubbed out his cigarette, “What kind of information?”

Vanessa smiled, it was not a nice smile, “It has been reported to the States that you are engaging in some inappropriate behavior.”

Javier and Steve looked at each other, a whole conversation passing between them that Eva wasn’t sure she could decipher. Steve, who was sitting next to her, put his elbows on the table, resting his head on his hands. Javier stayed where he was, but she could feel the heat of the glare he leveled at Vanessa.

“Now, we deal with some very serious things, and sometimes that wears us down.” Standing, Vanessa circled the conference table, hand skimming over the chairs. “Sometimes, that leads us to forget our boundaries and the expectations of the DEA for its agents.”

Eva’s gaze followed Vanessa as she sauntered towards them, pace excruciatingly slow. She knew where this was going, had attended this meeting at least once in every location she’d been sent to, usually at about the six month mark. And yet, it still hurt. Vanessa knew how to make it hurt.

Javier cleared his throat, “With all due respect, Ms. Arnold, can you get to the point?”

There was that ugly smile again, “Absolutely. I’ve received reports that you and Agent Murphy are participating in social events with Mrs. Moore. Going out to bars, eating lunch together—Agent Murphy, your wife has been attending classes at the gym with Mrs. Moore, has she not?”

Steve’s mouth thinned, “She has. There aren’t many Americans in this country, least of all anyone who might be able to commiserate about life in close quarters with the DEA.”

Vanessa cast him a condescending look, “Still, it doesn’t exactly put you in a positive light, does it?”

Eva could feel the wheels of Steve’s mind turning as he processed what she’d said. He flicked his fingers out in a sharp motion before curling them into his palms, “I don’t understand. Eva is a contract consultant, paid by the DEA to work with us. How is associating with her outside of work a negative?”

Here we go.

Vanessa stepped back and flicked off the lights, then moved to the projector and turned it on, “Mrs. Moore is generally reticent to talk about it, but I feel its important for you to know who you are working with.”

The projector clicked and Eva’s mug shot flashed onto the wall opposite the group. She closed her eyes, working to control her breathing. She’d been released into police custody right out of the hospital. Her arm was still in a cast, her face heavily swollen and bruised. The picture was not flattering.

“Mrs. Moore was charged and convicted of the murder of her husband a few years prior to coming to work for us.”

Another click. Her husband’s picture, his professional photo, came up. Josh was impeccably groomed, smile wide and white, eyes clear and sparkling. She bit the inside of her cheek, stunned that she could still feel such hatred towards a person no longer living.

“This is Joshua Moore. A prominent doctor and businessman out of Louisiana. His practice was located just outside of New Orleans. He was most well known for donating large amounts to charities across the state.”

For the tax write off. And, to get the votes of the city councils.

Click. Their wedding picture. Eva felt bile rise in her throat. Fourteen years old, looking like a baby next to a twenty five year old who’d just started working for the local hospital. Her mother had picked out her dress—a frilly, lace encrusted thing that was a touch too long. She remembered how much her feet hurt from walking in the heels she needed to wear to keep the thing from dragging too much down the aisle. Standing at the altar had been excruciating enough that she’d stumbled over her vows.

“By all accounts, Mrs. Moore and her husband had a passionate relationship.”

Passionate is one way to put it.

In the beginning, she’d fought him when she thought he was being unfair. He’d scream, punch doors, throw things, eventually things devolved into physical beatings. It only took about a year for her to stop fighting and just do what he wanted. It was easier that way. Soon enough, he figured out how good she was at hiding things—money, product, herself—and he let her in on the family business.

Click. Their blood covered carpet with his outline marked in tape.

“One night, things got out of hand. Mr. Moore unfortunately lost his life at the hands of his wife.”

God, could she be a little less dramatic? Her voice had lowered down to a soft, sweet sound that grated on every nerve Eva had. She felt her mouth lift in a sneer before she could check the motion. Sniffing, she relaxed the muscles of her face, looking forward at the picture dispassionately.

Click. The trail of blood leading from the living room out the back door.

“When police arrived on the scene, Mr. Moore was found in the back yard, on fire. Autopsy reports state that he was set aflame post mortem. His cause of death was confirmed as blunt force trauma to the skull.”

Click. Her husband’s dead body, skin black and burned down to bone, laying atop a cart. Click. A close up of his face, half the skull missing. In bottom right corner, there was a little ‘R’ marked in what looked to be black permanent marker. This was the only new aspect of the photos. Every location. Every six months. Every photo. She’d seen them over and over and had them memorized. It didn’t seem possible that this little song and dance could still make her angry, but it did. She was tired of paying for a justifiable action she’d taken to save her own life.

Vanessa left the last photo up, moving to stand before them, one hand slipping into the pocket of her slacks. Eva kept her gaze steady, ready to take what would come next, the words that she’d heard for many years.

“Gentleman, you’re sitting next to a cold blooded murder, a person who took a life that was privileged and beat it to death with a fire extinguisher. Think about what kind of person could do that to someone they loved. This about who she would have to be to drag a dead body out of her house and set it on fire. Think about how associating with that kind of person reflects on you and your careers.”

The silence that followed was familiar and tense. Both men looking at Vanessa—Javier gently tapping his forefinger on the table, Steve with his head on his hands.

Vanessa’s eyes narrowed, but she kept smiling, “I’m going to let you keep thinking on that. Thank you for coming in. Have a nice day.”

And then she as striding out, her heels clicking on the tile. Eva watched her go, the door closing gently behind her. Eva just caught the face of that department head she’d nearly forgotten about as he approached Vanessa in the hall. She let the sneer form on her mouth, knowing that the rumor mill would start almost immediately.

The air in the room felt oppressive, the darkness only adding more pressure. Eva pushed a breath through her nose, scratching at the skin above her eyebrow as she tried to think of something to say.

Javier spoke for her, “What a load of bullshit.”

She couldn’t help it. She laughed. It was, indeed, a load of bullshit. She’d never had someone put it so succinctly so quickly following the presentation.

Steve leaned back in his seat, smashing the power button on the projector. It turned off with the groaning hiss of an air fan, leaving the room completely dark. Eva took the opportunity to swallow back the old feelings that had been drudged up in the last ten minutes. Ten minutes. That’s all it took for her to feel like shit again. She fucking hated Vanessa.

Javier stood up and flicked on the lights, returning to his seat and sitting heavily. He pulled his cigarettes from his pocket and lit one, offering the pack to Steve, who took it. Eva folded her hands over her chest and waited for someone to speak.

Steve tapped off ash into a faceted glass tray, “So that’s why you told us about it early on.”

“That’s why I told you about it early on,” Eva confirmed with a nod.

Javier blew out a lungful of smoke, “She do this often?”

“Yeah.”

“How often?”

“Every time, with every team.”

He nodded, leaning his forearms on the table, “You notice she left your files.”

“Yep,” Eva bit out.

It was a perfect strategy. If she hadn’t been up front about her husband, it would be impossible for anyone to ignore the fact that the whole story, in black and white, was sitting right there.

Steve reached out and placed his hand next to her on the tabletop, “You want us to read through it.”

She shrugged, “You can, if you want. Its a nicely worded story. Not too flattering to me, of course.”

They looked at each other for a few seconds, another private conversation passing between them. She kept her expression neutral, not wanting to sway them one way or another.

Steve threw the butt of his cigarette into the tray, “Connie and I are having a pool party next weekend. You want to come? Carrillo, too.”

Eva felt her jaw drop, didn’t bother to conceal her shock, “You want me to come to a party.”

“Yeah,” he said, his mouth curling into a smile, “Maybe you can convince Javi, here, to put on a swim suit.”

“I wear swim trunks,” Javier cut in with mock anger.

Steve rolled his eyes, “Only because Connie won’t let you come if you’re not wearing appropriate attire.” Then, to Eva, “You got a suit?”

She nodded, “I do.”

“Good, bring a bottle of booze, and you’re set.”

Eva sat there, staring at him, her mouth open. It was one thing for her to tell them what she’d done. It was another thing to come face to face with pictures of her husband’s mutilated body and react with, what? Nonchalance?

Steve leaned towards her, “Connie wouldn’t be alive if you hadn’t gotten her out of that restaurant. I don’t give a shit what you did to that guy. What you did, here? That’s what counts.”

She looked between them. Javier wasn’t talking, but he nodded as Steve spoke, offering silent support. Eva felt her chest constrict with a soft affection for them both. The relief was a physical thing, exhaling with her next breath.

“Thank you.”

Steve shrugged, “Don’t mention it. Vodka—bring a bottle. Wear your suit.”

As it turned out, Connie did not cancel their work out that night. She met Eva outside the gym at their regular time, looking at her like a friend. Eva had to cough into her hand to hide the surprised little shriek that wanted to burst out of her when the woman came into view.

They spent the hour sweating and huffing through a one challenging set after another, the sound of the instructor’s voice coaching them through the movements. Afterwards, Eva slumped on the bench, tossing back water and toweling off her face.

“That was fun,” Connie commented from her spot next to her.

Eva sent her a sidelong glance, “Fun is not the word I would use.”

Fun was sitting at a bar, drinking and hollering at the band. Fun was watching a ball game or shopping for new clothes. What they had just done was hard work—muscle burning, lung searing, skin sizzling hard work. Still, Eva enjoyed it, needed the release of endorphins.

“You know, one of the things I look forward to when I get back to the states is flaunting my newly hot body when I see those skinny bitches at my high school reunion.”

Eva laughed, “You’ll be the talk of the party—look at those biceps.”

Connie flexed, smiling wide, “Gotta get me one of those strapless, backless dresses, just to show off.”

“Oh, Steve’ll love that.”

“He would,” Connie said with a coy little tilt of her shoulders. “He tell you about the party?”

Eva nodded, “Yeah, I’ve been tasked with bringing a bottle of vodka.”

“And wearing a suit,” Connie asserted, pointing at Eva.

“I have one, don’t worry.”

“I want everyone dressed for the occasion, no office wear allowed.”

“Ah, damn, I’ll have to leave my pencil skirt at home.”

Connie rolled her eyes, “I’m so glad I get to wear scrubs. My feet still hurt at the end of the day, but at least its not from wearing heels.”

Eva took another long swig, “Yeah, but you do have to be one your feet all day. At least I get to sit down.”

“Pros and cons.”

Eva nodded, “Agreed. Pros and cons.”

“So, are you ever going to tell me what’s going on with you and Carrillo? Steve says you��ve been seeing him.”

Eva set down the water bottle. She’d been wondering, herself, when Connie was going to bring it up. Despite their weekly gym excursions, she hadn’t pushed. Eva was grateful—she didn’t really know how she’d characterize her relationship with the man. They weren’t...like, boyfriend and girlfriend. At least, not how she’d known the concept back before she’d been married. Companions, maybe. Friends, definitely. Friends who slept together. Friends with benefits? That felt too trivializing.

“We’ve gone out a few times,” Eva edged, standing and motioning for Connie to follow.

They walked towards the bathrooms, the humidity spiking from the showers as they passed through the doors.

“And?”

Eva opened her locker and pulled out her gym back, rustling around for her change of clothes, “And...I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

Sighing, Eva stood up and looked at Connie, “I don’t. Not really. I’m only on assignment here for another six months or so. I like him. I like spending time with him. I don’t know where I am from there.”

Connie fixed her with a level look, “You don’t want to get into anything serious because you think you’re leaving in six months.”

Eva thought about it,“Yes.”

“But, you like him enough that you’re willing to go out with him even though it might end sooner rather than later.”

Eva thought again, “Yes.”

She gave a little bob of her head, “That’s fair. Steve says he’s pretty intense.”

Eva didn’t have to think about that one, “Yes.”

“Is that all you’re going to say?”

Eva’s face scrunched, “You want me to say more?”

“Yes, for God’s sake!” Connie burst out, her hands flying in the air, “I want details.”

Eva laughed, “Let me get cleaned up and then we can talk details.”

Connie’s eyes narrowed, “Don’t think I’m going to forget. We’re going to the bar and you’re going to tell me everything.”

They did, indeed, go to the bar, although Eva didn’t really tell Connie everything. She talked about their dates, how he’d been polite and conscientious, how she felt when they kissed, and that she hadn’t yet spent the night at his place but she wanted to.

“You know, when I met him, I thought he was terrifying,” Connie commented as she sipped a gin and tonic.

Eva lifted a brow, “Why?”

Thinking for a moment, Connie settled on, “He was just so serious. Like, really, really serious.”

Eva could get that. The man could write a book on taking things seriously. Serious was in his blood. But, she’d seen him soft and sweet, too. She’d seen his dimples as he smiled. Seen his laugh. There was more to him than he showed to the world, more than a hard, scary man. It made her warm inside to think that she got to see that side of him.

“Shame that you don’t think it’ll last,” Connie said, a leading tone in her voice.

Eva brought her beer to her lips, “I have to go home sometime.”

“Where is home, exactly?”

The question caught Eva off guard. She realized that she didn’t exactly know. For a long time, Louisiana was home, and then Texas, and then a host of assignments. Now, it was Colombia. She’d been traveling for so long that she couldn’t root herself down anywhere. She didn’t even know if she wanted to. Her contract end date had been so far away for so long that Eva had never taken the time to work out what she would do afterward. Her record would be cleared, she would no longer be a felon. She would have years of work experience and a tidy little savings.

The possibilities were so numerous that Eva found herself unable to really settle on any one thing that she wanted—except, that wasn’t exactly true. Her heart, down deep, wanted what she might actually be able to have. A too serious, dimple-cheeked man who smelled like tobacco and vetiver.

Connie was looking at her, waiting for her answer. Eva just shrugged and ordered another round of drinks.

#narcos #horacio carrillo #carrillo #A Need So Great

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whereisten · 5 years

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Heaven-Sent

Summary: When your marriage falls apart before it even starts, you set off to Atlanta for a new beginning. You decide to face your fear of skydiving. Your guide? Jung Jaehyun.

Multi-part series: Part 1 - Part 2 Preview - More Coming Soon

Part 1

Word Count: 2,931 words

You were preparing for the best day of your life so far. You were marrying the man of your dreams come to life. He was everything to you. He was your reality. He was your escape from the other realities you wish you didn’t have to carry with you.

But then.

It all happened so quickly.

You walking down the aisle to the altar. The flashes of cameras. The look on Chanyeol’s face when you lifted your veil and there was no trace of warmth on his face.

There was nothing there.

You’ve never seen him like this before.

It was as if someone who looked a lot like your fiancé was standing in for your fiancé.

Maybe it was the nerves, you told yourself. Maybe he was stunned by how beautiful you looked.

You felt and knew how lovely you looked that day. For the first time, you were truly happy and aware of your beauty.

The priest began, “We are gathered here today to witness the union of Park Chanyeol and Y/N.”

You smiled at Chanyeol. His gaze shifted away from you and out to the crowd.

What was going on?

The priest continued with the motions and when it came time to recite your vows, Chanyeol was up first.

“We’ll begin with the groom,” the priest said.

“Y/N, the brightest star in my galaxy, I-“ Chanyeol forced himself but halted.

You froze.

The pews of the grand church fell into silence.

Chanyeol looked into the crowd again. You chose to follow his gaze to see a woman in a cream colored dress that almost dared to be white. Her long black hair and bangs were straight as a pin. She was otherworldly.

She looked pleadingly at Chanyeol, you noticed.

And then she saw that you caught on. And, at long last, she looked guilty.

“Chanyeol,” you started.

Chanyeol was caught red handed. But why, you tortured yourself as you wondered. What did he do, you tormented yourself. What could he have done to warrant such a look of shame on his face?

He forced himself to look at you. “Y/N, I am so so sorry. I can’t do this.”

Everything that followed happened even quicker. Chanyeol running down the aisle. The black haired woman meeting him at the door. Him opening the door for her. Her running out. And him following after her.

Never looking back.

No remorse.

He was gone.

You had your back straight and head held high. The crowd was in chaos. Your mother wailed from her pew. Your father was controlling your wailing infant half-sister. Your closest friends were in different parts of the globe and couldn’t make it for your big day, which made you wonder if you had any real friends at all.

Who could you turn to, then?

So you ran. You ran back to the dressing room. Changed into your favorite Shinee tee and most comfortable pair of jeans and a pair of brown cowboy boots.

You didn’t shed a tear. Not just yet. You could hear people in the hallway coming to find you but for what? Most of the people at the wedding were here for Chanyeol, anyway. Your bridal party was Chanyeol’s sister, Yoora and her friends. She was the designated maid of honor. But now everything felt like a lie. An obligation.

“I can’t believe that Seulgi,” you heard one of the bridesmaids say.

You heard knocks at the door.

“Y/N,” Yoora called out. “Are you alright?”

Was she for real?

You didn’t answer.

“Y/N. I know you’re in there. I can send the girls away if you want it to just be me.”

Again, you said nothing. You found your bag and debated how you would escape without anyone trying to bullshit a conversation with you. You really had nothing to say to anyone at this place.

You looked at the window hidden behind the elegant curtains and unhooked the latches. You jumped out the window with your bag and ran to the parking lot to get in your Jeep Cherokee. You drove the hell out of there. Not bothering to look back at what you left behind.

Thank goodness you and Chanyeol hadn’t moved in together yet. Otherwise, where could you have gone now?

You recalled how upset you were when he refused to move in with you or you with him. How could you not have noticed his hesitation? What he had to hide?

You sighed. Your phone was ringing nonstop that you put it on silent. You had missed calls from Mom, Yoora, and Mrs. Park. None from Dad.

You checked your texts, only paying attention to your mom’s.

Mom: I hope it’s okay. I took your plane tickets and decided to take the trip with Terrence. That piece of shit Chanyeol is paying every cent for this.”

Was that supposed to make you feel better?

You only stared at your mother’s message. You weren’t that shocked, truthfully. Your mother was a selfish woman that loved herself more than she loved her own child. She had no grace or delicate touch in all of the years she raised you. It’s no wonder Dad left her and remarried and in the process, let you become an afterthought. It’s no wonder you were so gullible when it came to Chanyeol.

You clenched your fists. All Chanyeol had to do was say the right words and he had you. But deep down, you knew it wasn’t love he had for you.

You wanted to believe it. So desperately. That you could have a happy ending. After all of the years of shortcomings and heartbreak in your family.

But why play you the way he did? Why go through with any of this?

Chanyeol was a fucking coward. Seulgi had the nerve to look ashamed when she was a show runner for your wedding gone to shit.

You went from shock to anger. And then, the sadness came up from underneath it all and you cried. You cried for hours, curled up on your couch in the living room. You played your favorite crying song because any sane person had a crying song. You cried until you couldn’t cry anymore.

But it seemed like the tears were endless.

You went up to the rooftop of your apartment building and took refuge in seeing the city lights. The sun was setting. It was your favorite part of the day and you felt some relief from the travesty of this day.

You took some deep breaths and found some of the pain in your chest fading. At least for now.

Your life wasn’t over, you told yourself. You had a lot going for you. You were young. Had a successful job as a concert promoter. You could leave Los Angeles. Start over.

And so that was what you did.

1 month later

You were settled in Atlanta. Burying yourself in work. Monsta X was your client, embarking on their fourth US tour. Everything was going seamlessly. The venues were cooperating with the company’s demands and specifications. The band’s schedule wasn’t crammed to the brim so the band was happy. The band performed well. Their company performed well. As the middle woman, you were doing well enough to keep your job. Some may say thrive.

You had some time before the band had to travel down to Miami for their promotions and their show. So you could unwind for a bit until then.

Your co-worker Ally joined you for lunch at a small Italian restaurant close to the State Farm arena.

“Y/N? I wanted to know if you’d be interested in skydiving,” Ally said.

You coughed. “What?”

“I take it you don’t like heights?” Ally asked.

You shook your head. “I’m afraid not.”

Ally sighed. “The thing is I had a session scheduled for tomorrow that I can’t go to. It’s too late to cancel it and I would hate for it to go to waste. I kinda figured you hated heights when you refused to go on the rides at Six Flags so I tried asking everyone. You’re my last resort.”

Your heart started racing. “I don’t know, Ally.”

Ally gave you the ticket anyway. “Look, go or don’t go. Maybe you can find someone else who’ll take it off your hands. Just take it. It’s yours now. Do what you want with it. Sound good?”

You nodded. You put your fingertips against the laminated piece of paper. You read the ticket.

Highway to Heaven and Back: Skydiving Expedition

You raised your eyebrows at it.

You thought about it. One moment you said yes. To try it. Feel something new. Get over one of your greatest fears. Feel something other than the perpetual loneliness and betrayal you felt every day.

The next moment you wanted to hide in your downtown apartment and order Chinese and watch Riverdale. For the fifth time.

You decided to throw caution to the wind and go.

The skydiving place was located in Upson County, an hour north of your apartment. It was a mini-airport and you could see a couple of small airplanes that were transporting skydivers.

You participated in the training session so you could know everything there was to know about the journey you were going to embark on. The instructor Mr. Davies taught you and the other initiates the do’s and don’ts. You learned about the steps to safely skydive. How to put your body in the correct freefall position. What to do in cases of emergencies. Operating the parachute after freefall. How to land. And to actually land.

You were thankful Ally bought the package that included an experienced instructor to be your guide. There was no way you were going to solo skydive. If you had to do it with a stranger, at least it would be with an experienced one. The stranger was paid to keep you alive. Not deterred completely from the experience, you thought you could actually do it.

You put on a red jumpsuit, a harness attached to the parachute, goggles, an altimeter, and a black helmet. Then, you and the other skydivers were partnered up with instructors.

“Y/N! Well...if it isn’t your lucky day, you’re going up with Jaehyun,” Mr. Davies said as he read out from his clipboard. “Get on over to plane 214! Jaehyun’s waiting for you there.”

You liked the feel of your shoes against the tarmac. You were more fond of the ground than ever, it seemed. You reached plane 214 and a man stepped off the plane with his forest green jumpsuit and skydiving gear. He had Ray-Ban Aviators on. He looked like he was ready for a reboot of Top Gun.

And so were you.

He made Chanyeol look like a before picture.

He smiled, blowing you away with his dimples. His dark brown hair was wavy and swayed gloriously against the wind. He was slender but you can tell he was well-built under his gear. His muscles protruded from the arms of his jumpsuit.

Lord.

“Y/N?” He asked

“Yeah!” Well, that was the most alive you sounded since the rehearsal dinner.

“I’m Jaehyun, your instructor. We are going to get pretty close with each other in the next hour. So look forward to it!”

With a smile and voice like that, how could you not?

He shook your hand and you couldn’t explain it. You felt ease. Joy. Hope.

And not like you were about to fly 14,000 feet above the ground.

When he released your hand, those feelings didn’t fade. But they weren’t as pronounced as when you made physical contact with Jaehyun.

No need to get so excited, you told yourself.

Jaehyun got you up onto the plane and you fastened your seatbelt when you sat down. Jaehyun, much to your delight and nerves. sat across from you. You looked out the window and saw that you were ascending.

Oh my Lord.

You felt like a weight was on your chest. You gulped. You began to sweat profusely. You had to catch your breath. Oh God don’t panic, please. You don’t want to panic. You don’t want this. Why can’t you do something bold for once? Why do you let yourself feel this way? Stop getting in your own way!

“Y/N?” Jaehyun frowned. He was worried. He inched forward and made eye contact with you.

“Look at me,” he said quietly.

“Jaehyun, I’m so sorry. I-I can’t do this. I can’t.” You sobbed. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. The nerves and the self-doubt were all at the forefront of your mind and you didn’t know how to make it stop.

“Y/N, give me your hands, please.” Jaehyun, while he looked anything less than calm, sounded so serene and sure of himself.

You gave him your hands and he squeezed them. “You can do this. I am right here with you. You’re not alone. We are in this together, okay?”

Those words. You would replay them multiple times after that day. He said all of the things you’ve longed to hear your whole life.

You sniffled. You wondered how your makeup must look and you shuddered. Well, that was a good sign. You were panicking about something else now.

Speaking of panic, the feeling began to fade. You felt the tranquility you did before when you shook Jaehyun’s hand.

“Breathe,” he said. “In. Out.” He did the breathing as well as he watched you.

“Thank you,” you said.

He smiled. “You’re not the first person to get like this.”

You continued, “I don’t know what comes over me. I’ve never liked heights but I thought maybe today could be the day that I could overcome it. At least confront it. I wanted to try. I do.”

Jaehyun was attentive to your words, your expressions, and everything about you. He could sense the pain you’ve endured. It was written in his eyes.

“I think today’s going to be the day, Y/N. Just wait and see.”

It was time.

Jaehyun opened the exit door and your side bangs got into your eyes. The wind was intense and a little fucking scary. Jaehyun backed up and you got yourself in front of him. You both sat on the floor of the plane. He would be on your back as you guys jumped off.

You looked down. And oh, how you regretted it.

Everything was so small and far away. You felt even smaller.

You felt Jaehyun secure himself behind you. “Ready,” he said.

Jaehyun’s presence was calming. Was it enough to ease the fear completely? Hell, no. But the feel of his body against yours gave you the courage to jump.

And you did. Together.

You yelled. Holy shit. This was happening. You felt sorry for Jaehyun’s ears. Your freaking out turned into laughter.

“Oh my God!” You yelled.

Jaehyun laughed. “You got this!”

“I got this!”

Jaehyun cheered. He steered you guys as you descended.

You were flying. The most dreadful part of the experience was gone. The dread of what was to come. You were in the moment. You flailed your arms, thinking you were Peter Pan. You laughed and felt happy tears leave your eyes.

“Jaehyun!” You yelled.

“Yeah?!” He responded.

“Thank you!” He had no idea what he did for you. He went above and beyond and helped you face and even conquer your fear.

“You’re welcome!” He yelled back.

It was incredible. This had to be one of the best moments of your life. You remembered to give Ally the biggest hug when you saw her on Monday.

When you landed, you almost wanted to kiss the floor. The nerves never completely went away. Hey, you were human.

Unabashedly, Jaehyun gazed admiringly at you. He was so proud of you and even more overjoyed to see you happy for once.

You felt a surge of newfound confidence in you. Ask him to dinner, you told yourself. As a thank you. And if he wants it to be something more, roll with it. Because that’s what you really want.

You were about to approach Jaehyun, who was taking off his gear. He had accumulated a crowd of admirers in less than 15 seconds. It was to be expected.

One girl with a midriff and booty shorts was in his breathing space. Another girl had her phone out, taking pictures of him, like he was a pop idol. The rest of the girls just...looked at him. At a loss for words.

Relatable.

Your confidence dimmed a little. Maybe it was for the best that you left. You could’ve come on too strong if you asked him to dinner.

You grabbed your gear and stuffed it into your backpack and made your way back to the training center to return the gear to Mr. Davies.

“Y/N!” Jaehyun yelled.

You turned around and Jaehyun was running up to you with his bag.

“Let’s go back together,” he said.

“Won’t your fan club be disappointed?” You joked.

Jaehyun shook his head. Was he genuinely confused? “Fan club?”

“Don’t be so modest,” you said.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Y/N. They were nice but if they want to see me again, it would have to be for a skydiving lesson.”

You blurted, “And what if I wanted to see you again? But like on the ground?”

He was shocked at your reply.

You bit the bullet. “Jaehyun, what time do you get off work?”

His shock faded and he gave you a knowing smile. “You were my last appointment of the day.”

Part 2 (Coming Soon)

Author’s Note: Shoutout to Skydive Atlanta for the info! Maybe someday I’ll come visit and get my butt on a plane and MAYBE go through with skydiving!

#nct 127 #nct #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jung yoonoh #nct jaehyun #nct 127 jaehyun #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct au #nct 127 au #jaehyun au #nct fluff #nct romance #nct blurb #nct imagine #nct 127 imagine #nct blurbs

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henderistic · 5 years

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Your Crush in SVT is Left at The Alter (long post)

(They have a crush on you too)

[Requests open!!!]

A/N: So I actually have a valid excuse as to why this took so long surprisingly, pretty much I’ve had a UTI (tmi, sorry) for the past week, probably more and only found out yesterday, I’m on antibiotics now so I’ll be good as new shortly! Sorry for the wait

Genre: angst, fluff if you read to the end of each member’s reaction

Very Important!

↳ all members in this will like all genders/sexes since I don’t want to leave anyone out, also four members will be gay (picked by a random number generator) in this scenario! P.S. don’t leave your s/o at the alter please

S.Coups: Seungcheol, everyone’s favourite teddy bear leader, was currently punching and kicking things as you watched in astonishment, never knowing him to be violent.

It had been a lovely day for a wedding, the sun was shining and it wasn’t too hot, something rare for July. But then again everyday was a good day for a wedding when it came to your friend. He had been anxiously waiting for this day for over two years now and you could see it in his eyes while he was getting ready. His eyes had been sparkling since he had sat down in the stylist’s chair, one he trusted with his life as she had produced an astonishing amount of fan favourite looks. You had been sat in the corner watching him, quietly sulking to yourself when Jeonghan came over, looking at his phone and muttering something about how the groom wanted your approval for his hair and makeup. You took a big breath in and got up, hoping neither boys had noticed your glum expression.

Seungcheol looked at you in the mirror with a gummy smile, “so- how is it? Think carats will go crazy for this one too?” he chuckled. “Yeah, I’m sure they’ll love it, but don’t forget this is your wedding,” you forced a smile. “Hah! It’s mostly her’s really, I just agreed to whatever she said!” It was clear he had noticed your face falter at his comment, a look of concern quickly gracing his face but disappearing as soon as it had begun.

“Anyways, I wanted you to put my boutonnière on, it’s the flowers that go on the lapel,” he told you, almost solemnly. You gave him a grin and began putting them on, well trying was the correct word. You shared hushed giggles before the stylist couldn’t take it anymore and put it on him correctly. As she was doing this you two ended up staring at each other, almost how they do in movies before they kiss. Your moment was ruined though when the loud voice of the wedding coordinator tore through the room, “okay everyone, showtime!”

The entire thing felt like a blur until the bride walked down the aisle, not in her dress but just casual clothes. She marched down the aisle, forcefully grabbing the mic out of the MC’s hand. “I’m sorry to do this to everyone but the wedding’s cancelled. In all honesty I never truly loved him,” she finished, the entire crowd in shock. Knowing Seungcheol would be heartbroken you took him outback for some air.

“How are you holding up?” you asked in a slightly higher pitch than normal, hoping not to upset him at the angriest you’ve ever seen. He let out a ragged sigh and said “how do you think?” You knew it was a rhetorical question so you softly put your hands on his shoulders, giving him the beginnings of a massage. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lash out at you, it’s not your fault. In fact, I’m glad you’re here because that means I have someone I truly love with me.”

(Gay) Jeonghan: It was a destination wedding, it had to be since gay marriage still wasn’t legal in South Korea. It was beautiful, a winter wedding in Norway with the two grooms paying for flights and accommodations, easy for them with Jeonghan having worked in the Korean music industry for many years and his fiancé being the vice-president to an up and coming company. You were seated in the second row, on your old friend’s side. He looked absolutely dashing in his tuxedo, waiting for his soon-to-be husband to walk down the aisle. You could tell he was nervous just by looking at him, his hair slightly disheveled after running his hands through it so many times and how his eyes could never focus on one place.

Everyone quickly went hush hush and the doors open, revealing the fiancé, his arm wrapped around your friend’s father as his own had disowned him for being gay many years ago. Instead of matching Jeonghan’s beaming expression he had a somber look on his face, as if he was already regretting his choice. Once the crowd saw this whispers were about, the ceremony master having to ‘shhh’ them. As soon as everyone was quiet he began to take uneven steps down the aisle, dread growing more and more apparent on his features the closer he got to the alter.

Suddenly, a voice breaks the music playing, “I can’t do this!” To everyone’s shock, it wasn’t a closeted homophobic guest but Jeonghan’s groom himself, “I can’t risk my career and my family hating me just to marry someone who won’t even be around most of the time!” The now ex-fiancé said before storming off, aggressively unlinking his arm from his ex’s father’s. The music had entirely stopped by now, leaving everyone in stunned silence with gasping faces, yours included. You could tell Jeonghan was fighting back tears, his entire future, gone in a moment, having to deal with the backlash of an entire country worth nothing now but as soon as he saw you in the crowd he called you outside. With your heart fluttering you followed him, he looked around to make sure the coast was clear and asked to kiss you. You weren’t sure what you were thinking but you agreed, thinking deep down you were just a rebound but he knew otherwise.

Joshua: (took some liberties here and went for a Roman Catholic wedding as it’s my religion and I feel Joshua would like to get married in a church but I am biased lol) The hymn “Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee” had begun, signalling the large wooden doors to be opened and reveal the procession. First came the cross bearer with a silver cross hoisted onto a wood pole, then came the middle aged priest dressed in mainly white with yellow detailing. After this the rest of the clergy came, then followed the bridesmaids and groomsmen, the ladies dressed in red, knee length dresses with small pieces of matching red fabric on their shoulders, the men in traditional dress suits. After this came the two people of the hour, first came the bride, she was wearing a modest slightly off white dress with a train following behind her like a river, her arm in arm with her father. After that came Joshua, he was with his mother and looked dashing in his tuxedo, with a small boutonnière of red roses on the right side of his chest.

The hymn finished once everyone had made it to the alter, two wooden chairs being brought out for the couple. The mass went normally, the two readings and then the gospel, all of which consisted about something about Christ and his ‘bride’ the church or just love in general. After the gospel, instead of the homily it was the actual wedding ceremony. The priest began asking a few questions before asking the one everyone had been waiting for.

Being asked if she took Joshua to be her husband made her face drop, the entire parish noticing and their smiles being quickly wiped off their face. She began stuttering before saying “I can’t” and running off. Everyone watched her leave, most with mouths wide open in shock. The priest looked solemn as he had to say “I know this doesn’t seem right but we must continue with mass,” motioning for the groom to sit down. Everything was now off, and when the church was called to reply everyone mumbled, except when the priest said “For those who have been wounded both emotionally and physically,” everyone was clear as day when they responded with “Lord hear our prayer.”

After the priest allowed everyone to leave after communion, the music was happy and out of place with everyone having serious looks. The clergy left first, then the parishioners, well most parishioners, Joshua stayed last, along with you. You played with the hem of your skirt/the fabric of your pants before deciding to get up and go over to him. You could tell he had been crying from your place in the church, but getting closer you didn’t realize how much he really had been. You asked softly if you could sit beside him, to which he nodded in agreement, trying to suppress his tears.

You both sat in silence for awhile, you admired the cross hanging on the wall behind the alter, it was large and domineering in a sense. The quite soon became uncomfortable as you could tell how much he was suffering. Trying to comfort him you placed your hand on his thigh, just above his knee, and gave him a sympathetic smile.

He placed his own hand over yours and looked away, breaking the deafening silence with a strained voice, “I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered to you.

“Anything for my,” you paused, feeling bitter about the entire situation, “friend.” You had liked Joshua ever since you met him, maybe even loved him, so when you saw his now ex-fiancée run away from him it made your blood boil.

He had spaced out a bit after you said friend, only coming back to reality to say “friend?” You nodded, slightly confused but trying hard not to show it on your face. “Oh,” was his only response.

“Something wrong?” you asked.

“Uh yeah,” he stumbled, “I just thought you thought of me as more,” he laughed it off. At his sudden words you squeezed his hand and he looked at you and smiled in between tears.

Jun: You weren’t sure why he fell for her, in fact not even the media knew. The person in question was Jun’s fiancée, a seemingly cold hearted woman who only cared about herself and the status her soon-to-be husband brought her. Hell, she didn’t even seem interested in learning Jun’s native language. You tried to push these thoughts out of your head, you really did, while walking into the wedding hall and finding your place. It didn’t help that Jun had been your long time crush, he was so wonderful and kind, always caring more about others than himself, the complete opposite of his new bride.

Your thoughts were cut short though when the groom saw you and rushed over. He clearly wanted to greet you with a hug but looking behind him nervously and going for a smile and handshake instead. “Hey! I’m so glad you could make it,” his voice bright, although he continued in a whisper saying “really sorry you aren’t one of my best (wo)men but my lovely lady wouldn’t allow it.” You really had to bite your tongue before you said anything to cause a rift in your friendship, he truly was headover heels with this girl. “That’s fine,” you forced out a smile, “oh look at the time, you should go get in position!” He thanked you and made a comment about how he didn’t know how he could live without his human clock.

It had been over an hour and the bride had been a no-show, Jun was sitting down and so were the rest of the wedding party, you knew at this rate they wouldn’t be able to complete the ceremony and get married and it looked like he knew that too. After five more minutes of waiting he told everyone he would try calling her, excusing himself outside. After another five minutes of waiting and now Jun was no where in sight you went to find him. Once you found him you came across a heart wrenching scene, it was the man who you felt like you had know for eternity crying, throwing his ring like you would throw a ball for a dog to catch.

“Isn’t that expensive?” you chimed in, hoping you could help him in some way, “so what if it is? She clearly doesn’t care about me,” he sobbed, pulling you into a hug. You decided enough was enough and to stop being so proper, “I know it’s probably the worst thing to say at the moment but I’ll never understand why you love that woman.” Jun looked you in the eyes with a heartbroken look, “I guess she always was just a rebound from being scared to admit my feelings to you...”

Hoshi: Everytime they looked at each other they practically had love eyes, it was almost sickening. So when the news of their engagement broke, everyone was happy, or in your case feigning excitement. You were truly happy for Soonyoung, don’t get me wrong, it’s just that when you had met the Seventeen boys Hoshi had been your bias for months, and it came as no shock to you that you had a crush on him in an instant. He was even nicer and humble, not to mention handsome, than what was portrayed on camera. That was 5 years ago, and him and his fiancée had been dating for 3 years, known each other for 4, so you couldn’t help but be jealous of her.

You current situation wasn’t any better, in fact it was worse, she had brought you along to all the bridal appointments and were now helping her get ready because you were Soonyoung’s closest friend that was tight lipped enough to not tell everyone else about the planning. You sat behind her, trying to fix her hair into a neat fishtail braid, something you had learned from your friends back home, and were having to use all the self control you had to not ruin everything for her. Her dress was beautiful, her makeup was beautiful, everything about her was elegant today and you couldn’t help but feel some self pity about it. Having just completed the braid, a loud iPhone alarm goes off, signifying that it was go time.

You sat in the pews, looking at the bouquets that one could’ve mistaken for paintings and admiring the white wedding arch decorated with small clusters of baby’s breath and fake cabbage butterflies. The entire cathedral was a site to behold, but even the scenery didn’t take away from the bride’s beauty, wearing a mermaid dress with a long train of crinoline. Even though she looked stunning, there was a sense of discomfort on her face. Soonyoung could see it clear as day on her and mouthed to her ‘what’s wrong,’ she just shook her head and walked out, dropping her bouquet of white roses. The crowd gasped in shock, and looked at him with anticipation, expecting him to run after her but all he did was sit down next to you in the front row and sigh.

It had been twenty minutes of a stuffy uncomfortableness lingering in the air that guests began to come to terms with the fact the woman of the hour wasn’t coming back. As they left in droves, your best friend turned from his position of counting the tiles by his feet to look at you. “Y/N,” he sighed, “do you want to go on a date?” his eyes widened at his own suggestion, “I’m not using you as a rebound if that’s what you think, I just know that you’ve had a crush on me since we’ve met and really I’ve come to really appreciate you,” he trailed off. You smiled and held his hand, nodding your head to silently agree.

(Gay) Wonwoo: You were happy he was happy, that was true, but you upset that the reason he was so happy was because he was marrying someone other than you. They made a cute couple, no one would deny it, not even you, but it was still hard to have your long-term crush not recognize your feelings.

It was the day of the wedding, you were getting ready after purchasing the attire you planned on wearing tonight, grief clearly making your time management skills go out the window.

“If Wonwoo was here he would’ve reminded me to get it earlier,” you sighed. He truly was your lifeline whenever life got stressful, always reminding you to eat and even shower, often times he would tell you to bring your laundry over so you could do it together and as a bonus you wouldn’t have to pay for it like you normally would. It hadn’t been like that in awhile, making you crave it even more. In fact, he didn’t really speak to you after his boyfriend proposed to him, it was like he wanted to distance himself from you. It was hard focusing on making yourself look presentable with all these thoughts floating around in your head, but you managed to do so on time, and putting the last finishing touches on your hair you got your wallet and/or purse and walked out the door, not forgetting to lock it or else your now distant best friend would scold you.

The wedding was being held at a fancy hotel, complete with valet and a young blonde woman greeting all the guests and checking to make sure they were actually invited. After she had confirmed you belonged here, she gave you directions to the banquet hall the ceremony was taking place. As soon as you walked in you knew you were in the right place, watching as Jeonghan took out the camera he was toting around and zoomed in on a plate of ham, BooSeokSoon rooting him on. You were making your way over to them before a light tap on your right shoulder alerted you that someone wanted your attention.

Turning around you find Wonwoo, looking nervous and a little red, “how do I look?” he asked shyly. He was clad in black dress pants with a blue dress shirt and a suit jacket matching his pants, his hair was curly and he had on those iconic circular glasses instead of his regular contacts.

“Wonder-fabulous,” you sounded breathless. He giggled at your choice of words, and hid his face under his hand, trying to instinctively bundle up his shirt material to make those cute sweater paws you fell in love with. You stood like that for a moment, just staring at each other and smiling before he was called over by the aforementioned Ham Recorders.

You watched him rush over there and sigh when he was out of ear shot. It was nice the whole event was informal since no one could officiate their wedding and make it legal but at the same time it was even more difficult as this meant you got to interact with your best friend more than in an official ceremony.

You made your way to the buffet only to be surprised when you arrived and saw who the head that was talking to your mutual friends.

“Oh, I didn’t know Wonwoo invited you,” the fiancé said. It’s not that you two had any true bad blood in between you, it’s just that both of you couldn’t stand each other but tried to get along for your friend’s sake. He quickly excused himself and you were left alone again, happy to gather your food.

You had just begun eating when the blonde lady from the front of the hotel came up to you and asked if you had seen the second groom, you looked confused and she said that he was last seen with you. You said no and she left to tell Wonwoo the bad news. You watched her leave and saw that after she told him he made a b-line straight for you.

He looked surprisingly calm for the situation he was in, something normal for him but you would’ve thought even something like this would make him crack. It wasn’t until he whispered into your ear “it’s okay if he left, I’ve got you and that’s all I need,” before sending a discreet wink.

Woozi: “Hey, how are you holding up?” You really didn’t know why you even bothered to ask, his ex fiancée had left him at the altar, who would be okay after that experience? Too caught up in your thoughts you didn’t hear the furious scribbling stop until you heard a sound of indifference come from Jihoon.

“Look, I know that whenever you’re dealing with something you throw yourself into your work but please, talk to me,” you told him as you tip toed over. He put his pencil down and looked at you after you sat down beside him, the pain in his face evident. “I just don’t feel like talking about it right now,” he sighed. Woozi was always strong headed so you knew that trying to pry his lips open would never work, settling on putting your chin on his shoulder as he went back to work. He pushed his notebook away and got out his computer, opening up whatever program he used to make music, he had told you several times but you had already forgotten.

You watched him as he diligently worked, not saying anything. The song was a ballad, that you could tell just from the instruments he was using and the slow pace of the song. He had played the small clip so many times in the past hour, making minor adjustments each play, that you would surely remember the part for the rest of your life.

Bored out of your mind you took a look at his opened notebook and read the lyrics, trying to picture how he would fit them into the song. You were so focused on trying to imagine the final product that you almost didn’t see the message of the song, it was about his situation but there was a twist, his true soulmate was there trying to comfort him. You began to softly smile, still looking at his chicken scratch handwriting. Jihoon must’ve noticed this and began blushing a bright pink hue.

“Is this about us?” you asked quietly, he just nodded at you and looked away with a grin on his face.

Dokyeom: It was currently raining, but that wasn’t the thing that had dampened Seokmin’s mood, in fact “dampened” wasn’t even a good word for it, his mood was completely drenched by the fact he had just found out the woman he was supposed to marry had been cheating on him since they had gotten engaged. Really, the rain just added to his already sour emotions.

You had your arm around him as he recounted all the times she had acted suspiciously, light tears coming out. You looked around and saw everyone cleaning up and knowing he had always been a busy body with too much energy you suggested you both help. He didn’t even bother to look at you as he shook his head, eyes transfixed on the ground. “I need someone to make it fun though,” you trailed off, hoping he would agree. Seokmin let out a sigh and got up before shuffling over to a chair. You hadn’t known him to be religious but it looked as if he were praying, and so you decided not to disturb him again.

You picked up a flower arrangement, admiring it, and took it over to a woman who seemed to have become the de facto florist. “I’ve never seen him like this before,” she whispered to you, all you could do was nod in agreement. Seeing that, she only gave you a sympathetic grin and pointed over to the row of chairs Seokmin was sitting in, asking you to take off the decorations on the back of them.

You took the white sheets with brightly coloured ribbon off one by one, resting them in the crease of your arm. Once you got to Dokyeom you tried to carefully take off the decor without disturbing him but he piped up before you could even touch it, “can I admit something? And promise not to run away,” he said in shaky voice.

Confused, you responded, “I promise.”

“I love you Y/N”

Mingyu: You got off the bus, bidding a small “thank you” to the driver and made your way to the Seventeen dorm. Very few members were still living there, in fact it was barely a dorm anymore, more just a few roommates living together but that’s where you hoped to find Mingyu as he wasn’t at his house. He had been left at the alter a couple of weeks back and was now very distraught, the last time you had seen him he wouldn’t stop cleaning your house even though you had invited him over to relax. He was always like that, he liked to clean and found it reduced his stress, a very desirable trait in a partner. That wasn’t his only desirable trait though, or at least you thought so, he was tall and handsome, plus he knew how to cook, true husband material.

The walk was fairly short, although the cool spring weather you hadn’t dressed for made it feel like an eternity. You arrived at the apartment complex and punched in their number, a loud bzzz! coming from the machine to alert you had been allowed access. You walked up the five flights of stairs, even though they now lived in Gangnam the elevator seemed to be always broken. Winded, you knocked on their door to have Jeonghan greet you, it was only him, Vernon, Seungkwan and Jun, everyone else had moved out because they wanted more space and privacy, like Minghao, or they had a spouse, like Seungcheol who got married last fall. All the remaining boys had their reasons for staying, and with so few people left everyone had their own room.

“Looking for Mingyu?” Jeonghan asked, you nodded, “he’s in Vernon’s bedroom cleaning. I miss having him do all the chores sometimes, it’s just too bad it has to be for such a sad reason.”

You made your way to Hansol’s room, giving Seungkwan a short wave since he was having a conversation with someone you presumed to be from Jeju as he was speaking in dialect. You got to the back room and knocked, the owner answering the door. “Mingyu,” Vernon looked back in his direction, “Y/N is here.”

“Oh Y/N! I’m so glad you’re here, you can help me orgina-“ you cut him off, “Mingyu, I think you should take a break.”

He pushed the shirts he had been folding and looked at you, you looked back and heard the door close quietly. When he heard the door as well he began to look nervous, prompting you to ask him if he was okay.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he said, you raised your eyebrows in suspicion, “okay maybe I’m not- but it’s not for the reason you think.”

“Oh?” was the only answer your brain could form, “I guess it’s because I’m here, alone with you. You know after she left me I took a moment to myself and I realized you’ve always been there for me you know? And I’m so thankful for that and I-“

“Mingyu, is this a confession?” you asked him, shocked. He shyly smiled and nodded.

Minghao: They has absolutely nothing in common and had you not known better you would’ve thought it was an arranaged marriage. It didn’t even seem like they were in love really, they spent all their time apart, her with her friends and Minghao with you. His fiancée didn’t seem to mind though, as she spent many hours with people she was attracted to.

It came as no shock that when she had called off the wedding just days before hand and he didn’t seem phased, although the attendees and media sure as hell were. Now here you were, sitting on the couch in his living room as he scrolled through his phone. You stared at him, wondering how he remained so stone faced.

“Staring isn’t polite Y/N,” he said with a cheeky grin, still on his cell phone, you rolled your eyes at his comment and he laughed, shaking the whole house in a pleasant way. Clearly, he was paying some sort of attention to you.

“I just don’t get how you can be so unaffected, she left you days before the wedding for God’s sake,” you half mumbled, taking a sip of your water with lemon and ice, he only shrugged at you and proceeded to put his phone down. It looked like he desperately wanted to say something but was holding back.

Finally,he cut the silence, “I guess it’s just easy when you’re actually in love with someone else,” he said, as if it were a fact even the old lady down the road would know. You raised your eyebrows at his comment and asked who. As soon as you asked him he flushed a bright red, trying to divert the topic but only nonsense words would come out of his mouth. Having enough after about thirty seconds of him looking like a fish out of water you picked up your phone and began scrolling through social media.

You heard Minghao take a deep breath so you looked up, only to meet his eyes when he said “I’m in love with you.”

(Gay) Seungkwan: You and Seungkwan had practically been best friends since the second you met, his energetic extroverted personality drawing you in. You had been there for all the ups and downs life threw at him, including dating, so when he told you he was dating his now fiancé you were estatic. Time went on and the two of them got closer and closer, but seeing them like that sparked something in you that had you feeling guilty for the past four years, you fell in love with your best friend. You knew you would never act on the feelings but it pained you to see the two together, this eventually ended up with you acting cold and distant when they were together, which was often.

When the news of the engagement came to light, Seungkwan immediately asked you to be his best man/woman/gnc person. Hearing this, you cried for the entire night. Feeling foolish and knowing it would absolutely break his ever sensitive heart, you agreed. You might have said no had it not been for how delicate he was to his friends and family. Little to both your knowledge that being moral support and attending the fittings wouldn’t be the end of your work, because now you were searching the hotel frantically for a missing man and listening to the constant ringing of a phone trying to contact a person who clearly didn’t want to be found.

Having turned the entire place upside down, and nearly on the brink of tears you had to return to one of the best people you knew and tell him that his fiancé went MIA. You came into the room to find Seungkwan, puffy and red, being comforted by his mother. As soon as he saw your face he knew and began ugly crying. You rushed over and he pulled you into the biggest bear hug while you whisper countless apologies in his ears. After what felt like an eternity you let go of each other to find the room had completely dispersed, leaving only concerned party goers talking to hotel staff. At this point you knew you had to take advantage of the situation and said “I’m so sorry this happened to you, but just know I love you,” purposefully vague. He let out the first smile of the night and told you he loved you too, in whatever way you wanted him to.

Vernon: To say the entire thing was a shit show was a huge understatement, in fact you weren’t sure there were any words that could describe what had just went down. It had started off lovely, a small church in Miami overlooking the water. The two of them had decided on the location as none of Hansol’s American family knew Korean and English was the international language. His fiancée had worn a beautiful princess dress, which she managed to spill champagne on while getting ready for for the wedding, no big deal and she clearly didn’t care since she was already drunk off her ass. Next came the actual event, she had staggered down the aisle, holding onto her father for support, him looking pissed which at the time you assumed was because his little girl was drunk even before the reception. Everything was going fairly well after that, although the fiancée did slur her words quite often but that wasn’t even a problem in comparison to what happened when the priest asked if there were any objections. As soon as he had finished his sentence an old woman, who You later found out to be the bride’s mother yelled throughout the room that she didn’t want her precious daughter marrying some “foreigner.” Before Hansol even had time to object that he was more Korean than American his fiancée agreed and left with her parents.

The sound of Vernon crushing the beer can he had been drinking brought you back to reality and made you look at him. He opened his mouth for a few seconds and took a deep breath in, “hey can I tell you something?” You slightly smiled at him and nodded, “anytime.” He closed his eyes and paused for a moment, “maybe it’s best she left because I still haven’t gotten over my feelings for you,” this statement made your heart race at 100 miles per hour and your face light up with elation, “is that so?” you questioned. “Uh yeah, I-I hope that’s okay,” he stated in a startled tone, beginning to look away, before he could though you caught his chin and just stared at him with a smile, unable to form words.

(Gay) Dino: It had just been revealed that the man Chan was supposed to marry, although unofficially, was already married to a woman. The entire crowd was gobsmacked and silent, including the groom who wasn’t cheating. The air was heavy, like the maximum of 300 people had a 1000 in it. It made sense though, everyone had just watched the man that had lied and quite possibly cheated walk out of the wedding hall after revealing such a revelation.

You had always known Chan had a bit of a temper, at times it could even be attractive, but he only made things worse when he said “that’s fine! I love someone else anyways!” to his ex fiancé while he was leaving. Everyone was uncomfortable, but something supernatural was forcing them to stay. After about fifteen minutes, when everyone had come back down to earth, people started to quietly pack up and leave.

Once all the guests had left Dino was just standing there, staring at the ground lifeless like a porcelain doll. You hadn’t left as you thought it would be quiet rude to leave someone so vulnerable, not to mention he was your best friend. You began walking up to him and he started to slowly function, but only in a robotic manner. Taking his shoulders you guide him to sit down while he was still staring at the floor.

Once you’re both in a more comfortable position he looks at you and pipes up, “you know, I wasn’t lying when I said I loved someone else.”

You looked at him, nearly uncomfortable at his confession and tried to tell him through body language to go on. Chan took the hint, “um- well I don’t know if you want to hear it,” he tried laughing it off.

“Well you can’t just tell me that bombshell and not expect me to ask questions,” you said in a quieter than usual whisper, almost as if you were trying to keep the wind outside from hearing you both.

“Well, you’re the ‘someone else’ I’m talking about.”

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You think wedding planning is hard? Try doing it in the middle of a world pandemic, and an old fashion family feud.

Going to the chapel, and going to get married.

My daughter is getting married. Her Fiancé and her have been engaged since summer of 2018. They are a smart young couple who have all their ducks in a row. Both have good jobs, dept. free (less a small amount of School loans) and have a nice little nest egg of savings to buy a house. They have traveled, had many adventures across the globe. They were engaged in Barcelona, and this doesn’t even touch the list of places they have traveled together. The love life and live it to the fullest each and every day. Even if it’s a walk on the boardwalk, or down to the local coffee shop, a nice lunch or bar for a cocktail. They enjoy staying in and cooking new things, try new recipes and live a very healthy lifestyle. They love the Lakers, and very rarely miss watching a game. Even if not televised on their network of stations, they find a place to go watch. (when they are playing)

Better to vent on paper, than react with killing people.

Now to bring you to the reason I am writing this all out on paper. My daughter is so excited to be part of this big wonderful Family, and we are so happy to welcome her Fiancé’ into our family. This young couple have been together for over 5 years, and have been planning their wedding for over a year and a half. So Covid-19 has really set the Bride/Groom (everyone involved really) into a whirlwind of emotions, uncertainties and sometimes anger! They asked themselves, are we going to be able to get married, do we have to postpone, cancel, move venues…. Nightmare Right!? Some might think….. just postpone? Well as you can tell a little about them by the beginning of this, they have a plan. The plan does not include postponing the wedding. So as if a world Pandemic wasn’t enough, we have two dueling Mothers…. Hold on, not the Mother of the Bride, but the Mother (MOG) and Step Mother of the Groom (SMOG) acting like complete selfish, hateful and rude bitches! (sorry, I didn’t mention groom is from a split family). The two between each other don’t have a lot of communications, aside from a couple late night drunk text messages (from what MOG/SMOG have both shared), and just nasty words transmitted through other parties involved. My daughter has tried to remain neutral and have relationships with both, as they will soon be her family. She has a stronger relationship with one than the other, but that is based on the relationship her soon to be husband has with each. Oh boy… to put it in a nutshell… these women have found a way to feud and put my daughter in the middle, along with many other victims. My daughter has been used in a tug of war game between the two. Mostly with assumption about how much one or the other is involved in the planning of the wedding, and even their assumption of my involvement has been miscued. My daughter and soon to be son in law are very non-traditional and know their own vibe. My daughter is very lucky to have a hands of fiancé that has helped plan and make decisions of what their wedding will look like. So in all they have planned their entire wedding. (Keep in mind throughout this writing, that the parents of the Bride are paying the majority of the bill, with exceptions of a small cost of some rental furniture the FOG agreed to pay. The Bride and Groom have also taken on the complete Bar, and many other small things as well). So to continue, there have been so many snarling comments from both MOG and SMOG that have been said to my daughter, things that are so unbelievably petty. As petty as they are at times, its abuse and becomes quite hurtful. I just ask myself why? Why do these grown women treat my daughter so poorly? My daughter is educated, has a BA, earned her teaching credentials and is working on her Masters. She holds a full time job earning a good salary. She is beautiful, kind and generous with her time and sometimes goes above to keep the peace. Some might even be thinking; why would she still want to be part of this family. Aside from the fact there are so many more amazing people in the family other than the MOG & SMOG, and of course the love she has for her soon to be husband, and the fact that he has stood by her side, one would of “taken the high road” (inside joke).

A little to help you understand, or it will just seem unreal?

Back story…. Well, I won’t claim to know all the details, and don’t want to tell another women’s story. Besides I have heard a little of both sides, and they don’t coincide. Anyhow, I digress. MOG was married to Father of Groom (FOG)…. And one day she found out FOG was having a baby with the now SMOG. Now to clarify, the MOG and FOG were not divorce, but MOG thought (from how her story goes) she was a happily married with two young boys. (like 6 and 1.5 young). Fast forward 28 or more years later, the son is getting married to my daughter. I’m sure it didn’t seem fast forward for all parties involved, but I wasn’t there. I have heard stories from both women, and some a little crazy and neither paint a pretty picture of each other. Hi I’m the Mother of the Bride… I’ve stayed neutral, stayed out of the drama and allowed my daughter to guide herself throw these rocky waters. After all, she is the one marrying into this family. Don’t get me wrong, I am 100% here for my daughter, I support her, give her advice and sometimes just hold her while she cries. Believe me when I say there have been times when I want to get in my car with a bat (and go play softball) or pick up phone and tell one of these ladies off. However, my daughter is strong, smart and can handle herself.

This is where most of the fun begins.

These past two weeks have been a complete nightmare and a tale no one would believe unless it was in writing. In the middle of a pandemic, we have riots and protest that engulf our lives. Police buildings being burnt down, looting, fighting and complete KAOS has taken over the world. Don’t get me wrong, changes need to be made and I am not saying the protesting is wrong, it just added a little more stress to a world that is already upside down with this COVID-19. Not to even mention that USA is in the middle of an Election year. This is just KAOS on top of KAOS, On top of KAOS…. And then you add the MOG & SMOG and it all seems a little un-real!

From the Start of the current storm.

Rewind about two weeks, and started with a little squabble between family (FOG side). SMOG went deep and attacked Brother of Groom, and then attacked a cousin and then continued to drag MOG through the mud with accounts that took place 25+ years ago? I mean, my personal opinion, you sleep with another women’s husband, and wreck a household, you may have some consequences throughout your time. Anyhow it came down to SMOG texting (not even a decent in person or very least pick up the phone) an apology. My daughter let her know she accepts apology, but included how hurt she was that she was acting so hateful to the people she loves, and how it really has effected so many. She added that she should get some help. Well holy moly did that go off wrong!!! SMOG came back with the a nasty, hateful Crazy effing text back! Asking what help was she recommending. Well my daughter is young, maybe a little naive to recognizing when a bomb is about to explode replied “you need to ask yourself that question”. After all anyone that would be so hateful, nasty and treat other people the way she had the previous couple days needs some kind of help. POW POW…. Did that set off whatever unbalanced brain we are working with. SMOG came back asking my daughter where she got her Dr. degree and how she shouldn’t be giving advice she wasn’t qualified to give. She added how wonderful of a SMOG she had been, and listed all her accolades of being a mother. Most of which as mothers we all do. I’m talking PTA, Volunteer positions at kid’s schools, taking to routine dr. and dentist along with toting them to all the extra activities kids participate in. So really just a bunch of noise, in addition to the continued bashing of the MOG. The straw that broke the camel’s back was the last comment she made attacking my daughter. She said that the only thig my daughter was worried about was this wedding, and to quote her “you don’t seem to care about much outside your white privileged wedding”. Now that hit home a little funny because this wedding is not your Country club, spare no expense kind of wedding. We have had to create a strict budget, and cut corners and find ways to have the dream wedding. Yes, we are fortunate not to have run to Las Vegas or have a courthouse wedding, but definitely not a “White Privileged wedding”. With all going on, we had to ask ourselves if SMOG learned a new saying amongst all the protest and riots. (ha ha). Anyhow… that was funny, but incredible mean and hateful. Some can already guess where this is going with upcoming wedding, if not let me illiterate. This was quickly finding SMOG on the un-invited list. My daughters’ Fiancé got on phone and called his dad to find out what the heck was going on. Not to share confidential information, the outcome was she would not come to the upcoming Bridal Shower and they would work day to day to see if she would be an invited guest at wedding.

Bridal Shower planning

My daughter has a large squad of friends who are amazing, and she has very special friendships with so many young ladies who she has met throughout her adolescent years, throughout her college and now profession life. Many live out of state, and one even out of the country. None local to host a bridal shower, so as the MOB I of course wanted my daughter to have an amazing shower, where we could come together and celebrate my girl. Her Maid of Honor (MOH) who lives just a couple states away co-host with me and we worked together to have a “Garden” themed Bridal Shower at my house.

The Upcoming is here, enter the “Garden” with caution.

All is well, aside from FOG calling to have my daughter and his son reconsider having the SMOG at the shower. Now, I was angry about her treatment of my daughter, it wasn’t about me banning her from the event. It was the Bride & Groom who felt strong about not having her amongst MOG, mothers of others she had bashed and Grandmothers who also saw all the text, and hate messages she had rocket launched into the world wide world of text messages. They thought it just might be best not to mix them, and not add fuel to the fire. In many ways they made the right call, because your soon to find out that with the MOG, and many family members from FOG side mixed was enough toxic energy to blow up a city block. In all fairness, I must add that the FOG guest were on best behavior and I do not have any complaints. Also I can understand how having to be in a space with ex-family would be stressful, but honestly after 28 years? Well the MOG had her group of ladies rallied around, this group included friends and some aunts. MOG brought tons of Champagne, and wine and they all sat and pretty much got hammered. It got raunchy and the group acted like it was a bachelorette party. They disengaged during games and acted like school aged brats. While my daughter was opening up Shower gifts and trying to be graceful, they were in the back laughing, talking very loud. Taking pictures and totally oblivious to the fact they were indeed at a “Garden”/My daughter Bridal Shower. I applaud my daughter for keeping her composure, and keeping it classy. She even called her soon to be Mother in Law (MIL) over when she was opening her gift to break up the frenzy that was taking place. This was not a success; she went back to her own personal party within my daughter’s shower. Soon the presents were open, and this pretty much meant the end of event. ALAJUELA ONE MIGHT BE THINGKING AT THIS POINT! Even though this is supposed to be a joyous event. Some quest had left, and some remained to just sit and talk. Well like a light switch, MOB was louder, flashing her legs up in air signally somehow towards the table that included some of the FOG family. My daughter walked over and asked her future MIL to sit down, and maybe drink some water. I guess at this point you can guess my daughter is pretty good at lighting the bomb! MOG went from crazy, to hysteria, slamming, pouring of wine on tables, crying to wanting to get behind the wheel and drive away. Couple of her squad joined in, added to the madness…. It was basically an effing shit show!

Back paddle for just a minute

Towards end of the shower, three of the most important men came home from golfing. The shower was a good excuse to get out of dodge, but they didn’t stay gone long enough. My husband, my son and soon to be SIL arrived on time to witness the behavior of grown women acting like Sorority girls gone bad. It was good and bad they came back a little early. Good because they would not have believed it unless seen for themselves. Bad because my SIL is so embarrassed by the poor behavior of his Mother and her friends/Aunts.

Back to the Garden

During MOG tyrant of throwing ice buckets and stomping out while giving the bird, she insisted she was going to drive home. Many others (I stayed clear) tried to calm her down, and talk sense into MOG. She tried shoving another guest and continued to yell and scream. My stern husband finally put his foot down and made MOG get into back seat and my husband ended up having to drive the MOG, her Trashy friend and poor sweet Grandma home. My husband is good at deescalating a situation, and defiantly shows who the bigger person is to put himself in that situation. In addition to the entire cost of Bridal Shower being on the Bride’s family, now my husband had to add additional expense to get home via Uber.

Was that all real?

Unbelievable right? I left so much out.. but this is only a short blog to vent and get this all out of my head! After all was calm, we started cleaning up. We stacked all the beautiful flower on one table, picked up trash, glasses. You know, all the regular stuff. Small group of mostly my family and some of my girlfriends remained, and we indulged in a couple more drinks and ate some of the leftover food from shower. We basically were kicking back having some relax time, played some corn hole, lit a small fire for one spoiled niece to make s’mores over. Over all just a nice, change it up a little relax time. Ended up picking up a couple pizzas and then ended the evening early. We were all so exhausted, it was time to call it.

Little did we know

Little did we all know, the entire evening and after my daughter and her fiancé left the madness continued. My soon to be SIL was getting rage texts from his mother. I guess they were pretty bad, mean and hateful. I don’t even want to know the details, because it would hurt my heart.

Hmmm…. What are you thinking about the Bride & Groom?

So maybe you’re thinking what kind of people the Bride and Groom are to be treated so poorly by these women in their lives? The Groom grew up in a split home, going back and forth between Mom and Dads. Again I only know what I have been told by conflicting people, but been around long enough to know that this young man is strong, determined, independent, kind and is always doing the right thing. I mean doing right thing as always wishing his Step mom happy mother’s day, making sure he’s dividing his time between families, basically showing up to be part of a family regardless of circumstances. As for his older brother, he checked out long ago. Older brother shows up when he can’t get out of it, like Christmas dinner etc. It appears both boys have a better relationship with their own mom, and that tells a tale all in itself. I’m sure older brother who was about 6-7 years old when the home was split, must be a little angrier towards the Step Mom. Older brother is successful, independent and lives further away than my daughter and fiancé. My daughter in which I described earlier is a very loving and kind young lady. As her parent, she has never given us any grief. Her fiancé and herself are ones who would rather avoid drama or any kind of atomicity and often pacify to keep everyone happy. So bottom line, they are good people who do not deserve what they have been given during this already difficult time planning wedding during Covid19, protests, riots, looting and election year.

It started off romantic

In the Summer of 2019 my then daughter’s boyfriend asked my husband and I if he could ask our daughter to marry him. We were ecstatic, and absolutely gave our blessing. He had purchased a beautiful, sparkly and a fair size diamond ring. As I mentioned before they had a trip, to Barcelona. This is where he popped the question. The planning began, they had their vision and it was coming along great. I didn’t have to do much, as they were doing it all. It was kind of a relief, and knew that my daughter was being smart and planning a with a budget that met what we could afford. It was going to be in a beautiful Garden venue close to the Ocean. They had lined up all the vendors for the food, lighting, the rustic wood tables, DJ, Dessert bar, Bar tender, flowers, it was a beautifully planned wedding. Then along came COVID-19.

Four Months until wedding

So four months out, we had a lot of hope and were optimistic that COVID-19 wouldn’t cancel their dream wedding. COVID-19 peaked, and was appearing to ease. Stores, we’re opening and it appeared we were progressing. Stage 1, then stage two and then 1 month before wedding we were entering stage 3 in additional stages and requirements. It was looking good, reports showed religious ceremonies a go, restaurants a go, bars open. All looks good for a wedding! It was just about now, at the one month that the SMOG started the Family Feud. Funny thing was, my Future SIL, his Step Mom, Brother, Cousin and sister had just aired on the game show “Family Feud”. Anyhow… 1 month and all the drama with SMOG, this is one-week shy of Bridal Shower, and we all know how that went down. We are now at 3 weeks out and venue says, hold your brakes! They now can only have 75 people for a wedding, and no reception. Went from 207 guest invited, due to covid and traveling across US borders and some of the guest that are higher at risk as elders or have underlining conditions opted out. We were at a solid 150. How do we cut this in half? What about the reception, that’s the fun part where we get to celebrate the Bride and Groom?

This brings us to today 6-22-2020

So with only 75 people allowed, we are looking for a restaurant or venue to accommodate at least 100 people for a dinner or a small reception. Original Garden venue also wants to charge $2000 for just a 75 person wedding? Little steep in comparison to what we were getting before. So we are at the starting line, trying to figure this out in a three-week time.

My final thoughts

I want my daughter to have the most beautiful wedding she can possibly have under the current conditions. We have thousands of dollars already invested in vases, votive candles, napkins, venue, caterer, photographer, and all the furniture and lighting vendors, the dessert table… and so on. It must make sense, and not steer to far from her vision or the budget. I suggested a “Backyard” wedding, which I know sounds trashy. I have a pretty large size backyard, and it’s a blank slate for however her vision can transform it into. It can hold 100-120 and they could utilize all the items that are already paid for and they wouldn’t go to waste. My brother had his reception here 22 years ago, and we could make this backyard wedding look like a tropical garden in the middle of our City if she wants. Believe me, I don’t want it at my home. It would be a lot of work! We are already exhausted from all the drama and just wish this damn Covid-19 would go away and stop interfering. Just pray for my daughter and her soon to be husband, pray that they find a new venue that fits the vision they both have. They will soon learn that marriage is hard, and it takes sacrifices, and compromising to make it last as long as my husband and my marriage has. We will be celebrating 30 years next May. COVID-19 may stop these two youngsters from taking a honeymoon until next year, maybe we can do a 2ndhoneymoon with their first! LOL

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javistg · 7 years

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Runaway Katniss - Epilogue

Here it is! The epilogue I promised. I wrote this for @hookmatchmaker who sent me the prompt : Katniss/Runaway bride! :)

Here’s PART 1. You can also find it on AO3 and FF.net.

Enjoy!

“Perfect,” Katniss thought looking at the freshly baked loaf she had just pulled out of the oven.

With tender care, she placed the bread in a basket lined with an embroidered linen napkin.

Katniss smiled. Everything was ready.

It had taken her a little more than a year, but she was finally going to marry Peeta.

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A couple of days after Katniss canceled her wedding to Gale, Peeta had been called back to the Capitol.

His editor wasn’t satisfied with the article he’d written.

“This was supposed to be a human-interest story with a happy ending,” Alma grumbled. “People want to read about a girl marrying groom number 4, Mellark. Nobody cares that she failed to follow through with her plans, yet again --especially since she didn’t even have a wedding this time.” Taking another look at his notes, she stated, “We might run the story if she somehow manages to find groom number 5. But, until that happens, the piece is out.”

Peeta had immediately bristled at his boss’s words. He hated the implication that Katniss’s struggles could be minimized and broken down into a bite-sized blurb. The woman he knew --the woman he’d fallen in love with—hadn’t set out to hurt those who loved her. She acted the way she did because she was scared and confused.

Katniss had spent her life taking care of her family, she had earned the right to be treated with respect, and the men who had proposed to her deserved to be treated as more than just comic relief in a fluff piece on the Sunday paper.

He was about to start on an indignant rant about respect and common decency when his boss looked up from her desk.

“I still need a feature piece for the weekend edition,” she said. “Think you can whip something up?”

Peeta immediately snapped into action. He stormed out of his boss’s office and, after throwing away his notes on Katniss’s love life, he turned his attention to a topic he had begun to research during his visit to District 12. A matter he felt was far more important to expose.

Peeta’s new project would do more than entertain the crowds by making them laugh at the expense of someone else’s suffering.

He didn’t know it yet, but his article about the security protocols in District 12’s mining industry would, in time, even help save people’s lives.

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The first months weren’t easy for Katniss.

She was still in District 12, surrounded by her friends and family, following her old routines while she tried to figure out what she wanted to do with her life.

Jumping from one relationship to the next had left her feeling hollow and confused.

Most people seemed to have an idea of who they were and what they wanted to do with their lives. But Katniss had been too focused on other people’s futures and well-being to pay much mind to her own. She wondered if she had ever really known what she wanted to be when she grew up.

True to his word, Peeta didn’t abandon her. He traveled back and forth as much as he could to keep their relationship going.

Stuck in her small, sleepy town, Katniss felt time stretch endlessly between Peeta’s visits.

She had never minded the quiet life of District 12, but the stories Peeta told her about the Capitol intrigued her.

The hours they spent together were never enough; especially when she compared them to the long, dreary days they spent apart.

Peeta’s steadfast presence grounded her. By his side, she felt safe. Sharing her fears and hopes with him imbued her with a strength she’d never had before.

Gradually, between frequent visits and phone calls, Peeta became her friend, her confidant, her lover.

Being with him was an intoxicating mixture of passion and comfort. Katniss had never felt as alive and wanted as she did when he was around. She had never been so comfortable in her own skin.

Peeta had a way of listening to her that helped her clear her mind, and make sense of the world and her place in it.

As hard as it was, spending a few months on her own was a good thing. It gave her the space to evaluate her life without pressure.

Before long, Katniss realized that, in her need to take care of others, she had neglected the things she truly loved. Like wood carving, the trade her father had taught her, which lay abandoned in the dark recesses of her mind.

When she spoke to Peeta about it, he suggested she went back to it. “You could give it another shot,” he said, “I know you like working with your uncle at the hardware store, but this could be something that made you truly happy.”

Determined to get a fresh start, Katniss found a small workshop where she could practice her trade.

With Prim’s help, she went back to school where she took a few courses aimed at small business owners and craftsmen.

By the end of the first semester, she had already built a couple of dressers, a bow, and a beautiful desk.

Her heart raced anxiously in her chest as she snapped a few pictures of the pieces she’d created.

With trembling fingers, Katniss packed a small suitcase and hopped on a train bound for the Capitol. The thought of the binder with the pictures, safely stored inside her backpack, kept her smiling all the way.

Night had fallen over the busy city when Peeta found Katniss waiting at his doorstep. His face lit up as she explained about the stores she had visited during the day and the orders they had placed.

Three months later, Katniss moved to the Capitol.

Johanna Mason, the shop owner who had bought her furniture, helped her find a workshop on the outskirts of town.

Peeta’s open arms welcomed her into his home.

Months flew by as Katniss adjusted to her new life in the big city.

There were times when she missed her friends and her home.

She missed Prim, most of all. But her sister was always a phone call away, and her happiness, whenever she heard of Katniss's new projects, was enough to soothe all her anxieties away.

At night, Peeta’s embrace and company made all her struggles vanish into thin air.

One morning, after clearing up the breakfast table, Katniss dropped to one knee and asked Peeta to marry her. Again.

The tenderness in his eyes was just as sweet as it had been back in District 12 but, this time, he said, “yes.”

Fearful of the stress of organizing yet another wedding, Katniss had suggested to put pomp and circumstance aside and to follow her district’s humble tradition.

Peeta had agreed on the spot. A private toasting ceremony was all he needed.

XXXXX

Katniss married Peeta on a crisp autumn afternoon, just as the sun dipped under the horizon painting colors in the sky.

There would be no church, no witnesses, and no fuss. Just a bride, a groom, and a loaf of bread.

The fire of the hearth and the strength of their love were all Katniss needed to say, “I do.”

#runaway Katniss #things I write #thanks for the inspiration

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dccomicsnews · 7 years

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[Editor’s Note: This review may contain spoilers]

Director: Armen V. Kevorkian

Writers: Sam Chalsen and Judalina Neira

Starring: Grant Gustin, Candice Patton, Carlos Valdes, Danielle Panabaker, Jesse L. Martin, Tom Cavanaugh, Keiynan Lonsdale, Danielle Nicolet, Sugar Lyn Beard, Neil Sandilands,

Summary

A new metahuman, codenamed Hazard, creates a widespread bad luck streak with her powers while Team Flash welcomes back Harry Wells who has bad news for Wally.

Positives

Before getting into the episode, I had the chance to meet Tom Cavanaugh at Fan Expo Canada this past August; he’s a very approachable guy and extremely funny. So that’s why I’m glad that Harry Wells is back, seemingly for good this time. Although H.R. Wells quickly became a fan favorite, Harry’s chemistry with Cisco made the character pop and it has been missing for the past few episodes. The notion of Wells’ personality causing him to be booted off of the team he and daughter Jesse created contrasts the inviting characterization of H.R., which is needed for Tom to keep the portrayals separate. The necessity of having an extra genius on the team aids in both this crisis and the revelation of where these new metahumans came from. Further, Harry serves as the source of deductive reasoning, pointing towards The Thinker as the catalyst for these events.

Now we’ll get into the main plot. What works in this episode is the villain of the week is in a spot we can all relate to. We’ve all had bad luck before, like being late for work, tripping over ourselves in front of our favorite person, and so forth. And we’ve all thought the universe is working against us in some way. That’s why the character of Hazard is so relatable; Becky is chronically jinxed, so when she gets empowered, the natural reaction is “Hey, this is fantastic! The nightmare is over!” The problem is her apathy to the chaos that her good luck streak brings to others. She sees it as their turn, which follows the pattern of metahuman abilities bringing out the worst in most people. Sugar Lyn Beard’s portrayal of Hazard is believable in the sense that she feels entitled to some measure of severance from the universe, and the events leading up to her empowerment ground her to the audience. She has that Kristen Bell atmosphere about her that invites you in. I remember her being on the Canadian station YTV as one of the network’s VJ’s and I’m glad she’s found work elsewhere. I also like the nod to her costume in the comics by establishing that as her casino uniform; the black and red gowns worked better and she seemed more realistic than she would have going with the comic book ensemble. She doesn’t see herself as a criminal or a supervillain; she sees herself as just a girl whose ship has finally come in and to Hell with whoever gets clobbered when it’s docking.

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This episode also sheds light on Joe’s relationship with Cecile and the cliffhanger announcement that leaves him stunned. The writers are paying attention to all the players this year and their developing relationships; Cecile is starting to feel like one of the family and Danielle and Jesse have great chemistry together. The scene where the gang is enjoying Laser Tag together is cementing that familial bond that’s been the backbone of the show. And speaking of relationships, the dissolution of Wally’s relationship with Jesse Quick leaves the prospect open for the Wally-Linda relationship, hopefully. Wally’s decision to leave Central City makes sense; I’ve always had a problem with Lonsdale’s portrayal of Wally, but maybe it has to do with him playing second banana to Barry. Distance is needed for the character to develop. I don’t expect the Teen Titans to pop up, but it would be cool to see Wally grow as a hero apart from Team Flash. With the rumor circulating of him joining Team Legend, this seems like an ideal fit for someone who’s built for time travel.

And finally, The Thinker is taking on that same puppeteer role that Tom portrayed brilliantly in season one. The opening scene of his being something of a narrator describing Becky Sharpe’s life, and that final shot of how conniving and brilliant he really is, reveals to the audience how much of a threat he actually is. Sandilands is doing a fantastic job so far in a very cerebral role.

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Negatives

I have a huge problem with the portrayal of Iris West this year. Candice is an actress that is as brilliant as she is beautiful. She is suffering, however, from bad scripts. This past week, online, I’ve seen memes poking fun at that line she said to Barry last week about how they both are the Flash. I found that a natural response that says to Barry that now they’re a couple and working together, it’s an outgrowth of the Team Flash dynamic; Cisco is the gadget man and suit designer, Caitlin is the field medic/biochemist, Harry is the genius, and Barry is the speed. But Barry admitted to her last year that there is no Flash without her, so her response follows that logic and is not entirely idiotic. However, in this episode, Iris felt completely off. I don’t think she’s the kind of person to sporadically tell her fiancé to suit up for a makeshift wedding out of panic. Further, she would not be idiotic or thoughtless enough to ask a priest to marry them when he is in the midst of concluding a funeral (which is a worse omen than the groom seeing the bridal gown). And plus, again, what about her journalism career? After spending three seasons building Iris up as a strong female lead, the writers are having difficulty showing off her strengths and giving her a lot of flaws.

The breakup of Jesse and Wally seemed very cold. I found this out of character for Jesse as well. Those two formed a strong bond last year, and Jesse did not strike me as a woman who would break up with her boyfriend via hologram (nice Atlantis name drop, by the way, Harry; nice to know Zolomon wasn’t lying about that being on Earth-2). While it provided a reason for Wally’s absence – as well as demonstrated how far he’s come as a speedster if he can travel through dimensions – it just didn’t feel like something she would do. Plus I wasn’t a fan of her sending her dad to deliver the message.

While I like the light-hearted bad luck giving way to more severe consequences, the resolution was a bit out of left field. The particle accelerator suddenly cancelling out the effects of Becky’s powers seems like a gamble, especically given its history. And that plane with twin jets on fire? Since when does a plane recover from catastrophic failure like that? This is me shaking my head. The resolution could have been better written.

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Verdict

In this episode we had an explanation for Kilgore and Hazard and possibly future metas popping up, Thinker’s craftiness revealed, fun laughs with Hazard, Harry back in the mix, and Wally departing for Blue Valley. And yet we were saddled with more Iris stupidity, an implausible resolution to the climax, and poor characterization for some of the other cast members. This is one of those episodes that had more bad points than good, so I’m gonna have to go with as merciful a rating as I can. Fingers crossed that next week’s episode will be better, since we’ll be introduced to Elongated Man and Mache—sorry, I mean Danny Trejo as Gypsy’s dad Breacher, who’s gunning for Cisco.

Review: The Flash 4×03 “Luck Be a Lady” Director: Armen V. Kevorkian Writers: Sam Chalsen and Judalina Neira Starring: Grant Gustin, Candice Patton, Carlos Valdes, Danielle Panabaker, Jesse L.

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Runaway Bride Can’t Hurry Love Part 8- Sam Winchester

Warnings: Some angst (I think)

Words: 1081

Pairing: Cas x Reader, Sam x Reader (Later)

A/N: Welcome to Part 8 of Runaway Bride Can’t Hurry Love. I hope that you guys enjoy this next part.

Summary: You get a little surprise when you come home.

You had a nice day after seeing Sam go through the torture that he had put you through. Coloring his hair was sweet vengeance. You pulled up into the driveway of your home in your beat up truck that you used for work. You happily got out of your truck and walked inside, dropping your bag and toolbox by the door.

“You know, when I only see one dog, I know I’ve had too much to drink,” your father said as he put down his beer bottle onto the table.

“You’ll never guess who came crawling into town with his tail between his legs,” you said with a smile as you walked into the room. You saw your soon to be husband, Cas, your father, and your grandmother waiting for you.

“Who?” a voice that you recognized well said.

You stopped in your tracks when you saw Sam sitting in the room with a hat protectively covering his colored hair.

Sam smiled from his spot on the couch. “Hello, Y/N,” he said in an innocent tone. “I just came by to apologize to your family.” Sam looked at your father. “When I’m wrong, I’m wrong. I pushed a story. I made a mistake.”

“In other words… he’s only human. And he brought us wine to drink,” your father said, holding up a full wine bottle.

“They made me put my hat back on,” Sam said offering you a small smile.

“Oh, yeah scared the hell out of Rufus.” Your father explained to you.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you said as you looked up at the ceiling, not liking the idea of having Sam Winchester in your home.

“No, no, you should have seen Rufus,” Cas said with a chuckle, growling a little bit.

“It wasn’t that funny,” Sam said looking at Cas. He didn’t see it as funny. He had never had a dog growl at him like your dog had, and he loved dogs.

You moved towards Cas with a stiff smile on your lips and you sat on the arm of the chair that he was sitting in, putting your arm on his shoulder. “So, the forces of good and evil have already met.” You took the wine bottle from the table that was next to your father and looked at Cas before storming out of the room.

Cas quickly got up and followed you to make sure that you were alright. “I’ll help you take that into the kitchen.”

“Check on the crabs, Cas,” your grandmother told Cas as he walked out of the room.

“You got it,” Cas called back to your grandmother.

Sam looked over his shoulder with pursed lips. “Gee, I hope they don’t have a fight out there. You don’t think they’ll call it off?” It would make his story even better if something happened. He wanted to get the truth about you and he would if it was the last thing that he did.

“Well, wedding cake freezes. This we know,” your father replied leaning back in his seat. He knew first hand with how many wedding cakes he had to freeze because of you running off. He and your grandmother had been the ones to sit down and eat them after all three cancelled weddings.

“You know, your daughter seems… like a lovely girl,” Sam said softly.

Your father pointed to a painting on the wall. “Like her mother.”

Sam saw the portrait. “Ah, beautiful.” He got up to admire it. “I just can’t see her leaving multiple grooms in the dust like that.”

“Oh, yes, you can. She has ‘em all on tape,” your grandmother.

“She has a tape?” Sam asked, surprised to know that you kept tapes of the embarrassing ceremonies.

“Yeah. Chuck at the hotel videos weddings. I mean, Y/N didn’t know she was doing to make the hundred-yard dash,” your father said gesturing to a pile of videos that were on the bookcase.

Sam went over and looked at the tapes. “Dad’s fishing trip, Grandma’s knee operation, Grandma’s birthday…”

“Gotta tell you this about my daughter. My daughter makes real good time, even in a long dress and heels. Y/N may not be Hannibal’s longest running joke, but she certainly is the fastest,” your father laughed.

“Ha ha,” your grandmother said giving your father a look.

Sam noticed a tape that said Y/N I, II, III. Sam carefully picked it up while your grandmother and father went into the dining room.

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Your father whacked his crab with a hammer busting it open. “Y/M/N and I were only blessed with one child, not for lack of trying.”

You took a bite of your crab rolling your eyes. “This is good, Dad, don’t leave anything out.”

Sam’s hammer flew out of his hand, and he went to pick it up from where it had landed.

“So I’ve come to see it as a bonus, really, that we’ve been able to plan, and pay for so many weddings.”

“Not this one. This one’s on me.”

Your father looked at you with wide eyes, shocked hearing you say that.

“That’s fair,” Sam said looking at you.

“Despite what you think, I don’t do it on purpose. And I have no intention of doing it again.”

Cas looked at you with a smile. “That’s right, Y/N. Just keep your eye on the ball.”

Sam looked at Cas, raising his eyebrows in question to what he had said.

“Sports psychology. It was my major in college,” Cas explained to Sam.

“Ah…”

“I’m the town’s unofficial fitness trainer. Big advocate of the mind and body combining for success. You could say, or you can quote me, I’m a glass full kind of guy.”

“Cas is the head of the P.E. department at the high school. And he coaches the football team. And he’s climbed Everest.”

Sam looked at Cas with a shocked look. He hadn’t been expecting that. “Everest. Is that right?”

“Twice…”

“Really?”

“Without oxygen…”

“My girl likes to brag about me,” Cas said with a coy smile.

You leaned over and kissed Cas on the lips.

“I’m taking her trekking in Annapurna on our honeymoon.”

“How romantic,” Sam said with a coy smile.

“We think so.”

“Nothing like sharing your nuptial bed with Sherpas and a yak.”

Your father laughed at what Sam said.

You shot Sam a look that could kill.

Sam smiled at you knowing that he had won this round.

Tagging: @idreamofhazel (Thanks for betaing this) @faegal04 @supernatural508 @mommy-winchester @mamaredd123 @crazysocklovingfangirl @mrswhozeewhatsis @baitellasupernatural @fandommaniacx @oneshoeshort @tinalynn91 @sofreddie

#Sam Winchester #castiel #Runaway Bride Cant Hurry Love #SUPERNATURAL AU

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ahloveisboo · 7 years

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Guess And Check

Pairing: Optional bias x Reader Genre: Fluff Word count: 2.5k Summary: What started out as a boring obligation to your sister may have turned into a night to remember.

Your cheeks already feel flushed from the four glasses of champagne you’ve knocked back - or was it five? - since the newly wed couple had performed their opening dance. It’s your older sister’s wedding, and having only just broken up with your boyfriend, you find yourself wallowing in self pity as you watch the pair being disgustingly happy on the dancefloor.

You chug the remainder of your drink, dipping your head in your hands. Sighing, you glance over to your phone. Your ex was supposed to be your plus one and you aren’t that acquainted with your sister’s friends. Which leaves you at the mercy of your family, to be entertained by their endless drunk chatter about their neighbour’s cousin’s drug scandal and old men’s politics.

You had invited your best friend at the last minute, but she had plans of her own that she couldn’t cancel. So here you are, drunk and alone, bored out of your mind and counting down the minutes until it’s socially acceptable to leave.

You watch your old aunt Helen and cousin David retreat to the dance floor, dragging their significant others with them and leaving you to your own devices at the now empty table. You check your glass again, still finding it annoyingly empty. As you grab your little, black purse you stand, legs wobbling a little from the alcohol now rushing through your veins. You giggle, biting your lip. Hopefully no one is paying attention to the tipsy maid of honour.

“Allow me,” A voice says next to you, warm and smooth like silk. A hand pushes against the small of your back, keeping you from losing your balance. You turn around and roll your eyes at the unidentified man.

“Uh. Thanks, but I- I can take care of myself,” you say, flashing him a 60 kilowatt smile. “I was just getting myself another drink.”

“Actually,” he smiles back, holding up a full glass for you to accept. “I came to bless you with a refill. You look like you need it.”

You scoff, offended by his statement. But not offended enough to refuse the drink. You bring the glass to your lips, smiling as you sit back down. “So you’re trying to get me drunk, is that what you’re saying? Taking advantage of lonely, vulnerable women at a wedding. You should be ashamed.”

He laughs and sits down next to you. “Would it sound better if I said you caught my attention the minute I walked in?” He admits, peering up at you over the rim of his own glass. “I just needed a little liquid courage myself to come over and talk to you.”

You finally allow yourself to look at him - really look at him. Tall, lean, his well toned body hugged by the designer tux he’s wearing. Dark hair that you’re sure was supposed to be perfectly styled, but gets more tousled every time he runs his hand through it. His dark brown eyes are soft and his cheeks are slightly pink, matching yours.

He doesn’t look familiar, which means he’s not from your sister’s side of the party. You rack your brain for any close relatives of the groom that are strictly off-limits but no one comes to mind. He’s very handsome, you’ll give him that.

You can’t help but smile, a little intrigued. “I am both flattered and a little creeped out.” you say, making him laugh again.

“I solemnly swear I am here with good intentions,” he replies, taking another sip from his drink before standing up again and extending a hand. “Care to dance?”

You look up at him, your eyes flickering from his hand to his sparkling eyes. You down your drink and reach up to put your left hand in his, squeezing as you lower it to your side. Suddenly you feel energised, spontaneous. His hand fits into yours perfectly. “Actually, no,” you smile. “Not really.”

Confusion settles on his features. His lips move but you grab his hand tighter, pulling him with as you walk towards the exit of the ballroom. You spin on your heels, smiling from ear to ear when he follows without protest. Your smile morphs into a grin as you explain, “I don’t feel like dancing, but I know something else we could do.”

The venue for the wedding is somewhere secluded, far away from the city life you grew up in. It’s a beautiful, old mansion with tall ceilings and big, golden chandeliers. Breath-taking baroque paintings and flower patterned floors. It’s surrounded by fields as far as the eye can see.

The sun has started to set, painting the sky with every colour visible to the naked eye. This is your favourite part of the day. When you were younger, you’d climb up to the roof to watch the sun as it slowly retired, chased away by stars. It reminded you how insignificant your pain was. How, in the grand scheme of things, you were nothing but a speck of combined chemical elements created by celestial bodies. It frightened and calmed you at the same time.

All you want is to remind yourself that pain is fleeting. That dull ache in your heart is temporary, and right now you are somewhere incredibly beautiful, with someone admittedly equally beautiful and all you want to do is run. Take him far, far away.

You lead him out of the building, onto the cobble stoned path that leads to the high entrance doors. You’re still holding his hand when you stop at the end of it. He stands beside you, following your gaze as you take in the scenery. “What are we doing?” he asks, softly, as if not wanting to ruin the moment. You only smile at him.

“There’s something I want to show you.”

Your sister chose this spot to get married for a reason. When you were little, your parents would take both of you up to a little cabin in the woods. The property was owned by your family. Being a city kid, you liked nothing more than sitting by the nearby river, listening to the trickling stream and birds singing and let it calm your raging mind. You had always dreamt about one day sharing this place with the love of your life but at this point you don’t even know if you believe in soulmates anymore. So to hell with it.

Now here you are. Holding a stranger’s hand, dressed in the most expensive dress you have ever worn, blisters appearing on your feet. You have been walking for almost twenty minutes and neither of you has said a word. Every now and then you stop, just to cast a glance at the man behind you and exchange smiles.

The soft pink glow spreading over the horizon makes his skin glow and suddenly he’s the most beautiful person you have ever seen. You allow yourself to look at him a beat longer and you can tell he’s feeling it, too. Whatever it is. This moment, this place, it makes your heart swell and your head spin.

“Wait,” he says, stopping you from continuing your path. He pulls you closer, moving his hand to the small of your back. He lets his eyes wander over your delicate features and smiles as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. His hand cups your face and for a moment, nothing matters but the two of you, skin pressed against skin. “Can I ask where you’re taking me?”

You shake your head, inching your face closer to his. A sigh escapes him as you bring your lips to his ear. “It’s a secret,” you whisper, and suddenly your hands are on his chest, pushing him away. He stumbles backwards, watching you turn and break out into a run before him. You kick off your heels, not caring if you’d ever find them again. The grass tickles your feet and you can hear the mystery man catching up easily. A laugh erupts from your throat as he slips his hand back into yours, both of you now running to wherever you lead him.

The end of the field is marked with a barbed wire fence. You used to fit in between perfectly, with those scrawny legs and skinny arms of yours. Now you’ve grown into your adult body and are wearing a long, velvet dress that cost more than all of your wardrobe combined and your companion looks like he stepped straight out of a James Bond movie. You look at him, eyes bright and smile wicked.

“We uh- We’re going to need to cross this fence,” you tell him, watching his face. You expect him to protest and stop this madness right here, right now. But he nods and walks up to the edge. He carefully picks at the top wire with one hand, pushing down the others with his shoe.

“Ladies first.”

You grin, hitching up your dress until the fabric hits your thighs. You push one leg through, careful not to catch your hair in the wire above you. You manage to slip your entire body through the gap he’s created. But as you pull up your left leg, the hem of your dress gets caught, making you topple over on the other end of the fence. Your dress rips in the process, leaving a tear up to your thigh.

The wires snap back as the guy is now leaning forward, a hand on his knee and the other covering his mouth, trying very hard not to laugh. His body is shaking with silent laughter. You snarl at him as you get up, smoothing out your dress. “I’m glad my misery entertains you. Now get your pretty butt over here.”

It only takes another ten minutes for you to reach the edge of the forest. You slow down, beaming at the man beside you. With a tug of your hand, you lead him further, past the pine trees and towards the riverbeds.

You stop to listen to the familiar trickling, crouching to touch the water. The moonlight is reflected in its surface and you allow yourself to lock eyes with the handsome stranger. Your dress is bundled up at your thighs and your hair is now spilling over your shoulders, no longer kept in place by the abundance of bobby pins your hairdresser put in hours before the ceremony. You can see him suck in his breath as he takes in the image and you smile.

The tight fabric of his tuxedo moves around his thighs, muscles flexing as he bends down to sit beside you. The night is cold, and the soft breeze is leaving goosebumps on your skin. But you don’t care. You have missed this place so much. You feel tears well behind your eyes as the feeling of nostalgia settles in your bones. Then silk engulfs your shoulders, chasing away the cold. You notice he has taken off his jacket, leaving him in only a crisp white button up shirt. His tanned skin still glows in the moonlight, no longer warm and soft but shimmering like the stars overhead.

His hands wrap around your waist and he pulls you down until you are settled in between his legs. Your head rests on his shoulder, your back pressed against his chest. His warm breath tickles your neck.

“Did you know,” you hum, pulling his jacket around you tighter, “That the stars we are looking at right now, have been dead for almost 400 years?”

He chuckles. “I didn’t take you for a trivia kind of girl.”

You pout, searching for his hand in the darkness. You spread your fingers out against his palm, intertwining them with his. “You don’t know anything about me. I may be an astronaut on leave. Or a cosmic physicist.”

“You mean astronomer.”

You pinch his thigh, making him squeal into your ear in surprise.

You suppress a grin. “Don’t mock me. This is my sacred hiding spot and I will not tolerate any negative energy here.”

He hums into your hair, muttering something you can’t make out. “Do you take all your creepy admirers to your secret hideaways? And here I was thinking I was special.”

The journey here has cleared your head, body void of all alcohol.

“I used to dream about taking my ex-boyfriend here,” you confess. You shift in his lap, pushing your ear to his chest to listen to his steady breathing. “We broke up a few weeks ago. You know, the usual: I was in love, thought he was The One, wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.” You pause. Pain is only temporary, you remind yourself as you push away the ache in your chest.

“You don’t have to tell me,” He replies, understanding, “You are right, I don’t know anything about you. And you don’t owe me that, either.”

You squeeze his hand gratefully. “Do you mind if we just… sit like this for a while?” you ask, voice nearly a whisper. You tilt your head to nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck, before pulling away to lock your eyes on his.

“Not at all.”

Hours pass, and you have never felt more at peace as you do now. His arms are draped around your shoulders, holding you in place as you gaze at the stars.

Finally he shifts underneath you. “We should probably go,” he whispers. His brown hair falls over his eyes as he looks at you. Something stirs in your stomach. You know he’s right, but you don’t want to leave. Biting your lip you untangle your hands.

“We probably should.”

You both move to stand again. A drop of water falls onto your nose. Another one hits his shoulder. More drops follow, faster and harder. Your eyes widen and soon it is pouring with rain. You curse yourself for not bringing a jacket. Your hair is already sticking to your face when you speak up, louder to make yourself heard over the noise of rain on a leaf covered ground. “Well. I didn’t see that coming.”

He doesn’t seem too fazed. His smile is still plastered on his lips as he takes you in from head to toe. You shake your hair out of your face and return the smile. “What?”

Closing the distance between you, he shakes his head. His dress shirt is now soaked, giving you a perfect view of his torso. His hand snakes to your lower back as he cups your cheek.

“I’ll never forgive myself if I let you go like this.”

His lips press down on yours, his mouth warm and wet from the rain. It molds into yours perfectly, as though he was made to kiss you, and only you. His hand moves to the back of your head, entangling your hair as he deepens the kiss.

Suddenly you feel drunk again. He tastes sweet, and you don’t remember experiencing anything this intoxicating.

He pulls back, giving you both room to breathe. You find yourself missing his touch instantly. As you slowly open your eyes, his hand finds yours again.

“Let’s go.”

He breaks out into a run, pulling you with him.

Author’s note: I got the idea for this while listening to Speak Low’s Guess and Check. If you haven’t heard it, you should do yourself a favour and click on the link.

#noonanet #writing #kpop drabble #kpop fluff

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My Older Brother

Story time.

So I have an older brother, six years older than I am. As a toddler, my brother is extremely active and energetic like a “bouncy ball ricocheting around the house”, as my mom described. She had to hold on having another child until my brother reached a reasonable age, which is six. When I was finally born, my brother was very gentle and caring around me, to my mother’s relief. He even insisted that he should be the one to name me. “She’s my little sister, so I should name her,” he said. I hold dear the name he has given to me up until now.

Growing up, both of us get along well for siblings. We regularly have fights and quarrels, but we mostly tolerate each other’s company. He had a lot of influence in my hobby. He mostly introduced me to many cartoons and games he loves.

I look up to my brother a lot during my junior and senior high school days because he had things I didn’t. He was that popular, outgoing, extroverted kid that could be friends with anyone. He is the class clown, the sports enthusiast, the MC, and the mood maker. I wasn’t jealous of him since we’re two very different people. Still, I hoped to have some of his confidence.

Now that I’m older and looking back, perhaps my brother is the one who is always compared to me. I have good grades and is a relatively model student. He, on the other hand, sometimes failed his subjects.

As he entered college, he became more mature, and we had less dumb fights. He used to belittle and tease me, but it changes. At that time, I was in a dilemma about my college choice and he advised me a lot. “You are different than me, you are talented and smart. You can be anything you want. You can do anything you want,” he told me, even until today.

Despite the teasing and immature acts he do, accumulating through those years, I still looked up to him. Sure, he is still childish, he is still arrogant, he is still overconfident, he is still selfish, and he is still short-tempered as ever. But he is learning things the hard way.

People used to compliment him a lot. Because of his extroverted personality, people think he will do well. He thought of the same. I thought of the same. After graduating from college, he could work in a major company, climbed through the ranks, and succeed there. Long story short, things didn’t go that well. In a way, I think, he too had some expectations yet it betrays him. He fell into a slump for a few years after graduation. Through this phase, he is still mentoring and advising me. For me, it’s as if he’s saying, “I screw up. Please don’t end up like me.”

I went to a university out of town, but still in the same country, so I was pretty far away from home. I didn’t keep up that much with the news from home. Until one day, my mom phone me and told me that my brother is going to marry his girlfriend. The first question that pops into my mind is, “huh, how is he going to do that?” In my country and my family tradition, usually the groom mostly pays for the wedding, by their own money and not their family’s money. My brother’s salary is nowhere compared to a wedding’s cost. I was devastated, I pretty much knew where this is going. My family is going to pay for my brother’s wedding.

My family was pretty much divided at that time. My mother did not agree at all to the wedding. It was rushed and my brother’s girlfriend’s family side was too demanding. They wanted to have a wedding in an expensive hotel. At this point my father has given up and complied to every of my brother’s plead. My brother and my father agreed to the wedding and already paid for down payment without my mom’s agreement. All of this happened while I was out of town, while I am in university.

Here’s the problem. If you are marrying someone with your own money, then go ahead. But his entire agenda is to be funded by my parents, the wedding, the reception, even the engagement ring. What are you even doing? If you are using their money, then consult to them. Have both of their agreement. Don’t threaten them by using yourself as a bargaining chip. You’re the damned first son of the family, and our family’s well-being is not your privilege, but your responsibility.

I pretty much was in a confused state and called my brother, my mother, and my father separately. Each of them state their own problems and each of them has different opinion that is actually reasonable. If only they would talk this out with each other.

Okay, it’s getting pretty long. All in all, after days of my mother’s tears through the phone call, the wedding is cancelled. My brother cancelled it. I don’t know the exact reason why, but he told me that he knew that it is over. He just knew it and he ended it. At this point I am already tired and fed up with his antics. He has wasted all that money, that down payment and engagement ring all for nothing. Did he apologize to my mother for talking low and ignoring her as if she didn’t exist? I don’t know. Did he apologize for wasting my father’s hard work? I don’t know. All I know is that I’ve lost all respect for him.

Time passes until it was my holiday break. All is fine, our interaction is normal as always. He is my brother, I won’t ignore his existence or deny it. He is the perfect example for me. He has taught me something through his own actions, even without him telling me. I have a goal now. I won’t become someone like him. I loathed the fact how he threw away my mother. I loathed the fact how he threatened my father. I loathed the fact that he knew my family’s weakness and exploited it for himself. I loathed the fact that he has degenerated so much that the only way to save himself is through marrying someone, even if that someone is so broken and toxic.

I knew the fact that he was empty inside. He was lonely. He had nothing. His dreams failed and he is stuck in reality where he can’t get anything he truly wanted. I know how badly he wanted to fulfill everybody’s expectation for him. But it wasn’t an excuse to destroy your own home.

After those incident, he told me, “Now I’m working in Dad’s company. If I can turn back time, I would work hard and apply to those major companies. I could’ve worked there. But now that it has already happened, I’m going to stay here. I’m going to work for Dad and repay my debt.” I could swore I hear him saying, again, “I screw up. Please don’t end up like me.”

To my brother, I love you and I hate you from the bottom of my heart. Ever since I’m born, up until now, and into the future, you’ll always be my example. Your experiences and stories taught me things I haven’t experience myself. I hope to avoid every mistakes you’ve done and meet every achievements you’ve reached. You’re always teaching me through your own methods. And for that, I thank you.

#story #me #my brother #I skipped a lot of details and for that I am sorry #I just need to get it off my mind

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