#my mom literally told me that she would rather t---- and i be sneaking around fucking in a car or what have you
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Why (part 1)
!Warning!- a little language, cheating, slight age gap.
Y/n's Pov
It was a hot Friday evening, I was watching Gilmore girls with my sister. If you don't know what that is then what are you doing, it's literally one of the best shows on the planet. Anyway I was swooning over Jess when I suddenly heard my phone buzz, I picked it up and saw a notification from Millie.
Emilia partridge, my best friend and my boyfriends sister. Yes, I am dating the famous Louis partridge. Some people think it's weird because I'm 3 years younger than him but it really doesn't matter to us. I've known him for as long as I can remember. We've been family friends since before we were born and neighbors for even longer. It was an absolute dream living like this. Imagine your best friend and boyfriend living right next to you and you can visit them any time you want cause they are basically your second family. Even though I loved going there with permission, sneaking in from my window to millies window is a different kind of rush. We had these ledges extending our windows, we got so used to jumping from one to other that we couldn't get hurt even if we tried. Anyway back to the text. Since today was one of our last days of summer vacation, one of our really good friends was having a party before school started. Millie had been bugging me all day to go to the party but I just wanted to surprise Louis and stay with him the rest of the day. I wanted to give her company. It's not that I don't like hanging out with Millie and my friends but I just don't like parties, I would rather stay in and watch a movie or read or just laze around. I decided to text Millie back so I went to my room and opened the texts to reply.
I'm so glad she understood. Well I was gonna spend some time with her and after that with Louis so I got dressed. I wore my black mom jeans with one of my oversized t-shirts.
You might be wondering why I dressed up a little to meet them, but in all honesty I wear these kinds of clothes everyday. I literally sleep in my jeans sometimes that's how comfortable I am in them. I don't dress to impress anyone, just myself. Anyway I was getting late so I just jumped to millies window without thinking, I know she never locks it and I don't either and I know you might think it's not safe but no one knows, not even our families.
I entered and saw Millie arguing with Louis in the hallway. It was only Millie screaming at him. I made my way from millies bedroom to where louis and Millie were standing. As soon as I saw Millie I could tell that she had been crying for a few minutes and louis was just standing there with a terrified but guilty look, looking straight into my eyes. Millie ran to me and gave me a hug, louis started approaching me and a tear rolled down his cheek. But as soon as he took a step Millie stopped him and said 'don't even try to come near her!'. I looked at Louis with a worried face while Millie pulled me into her room and locked the door. She sat on the bed and I went over to her and hugged her and asked 'why were you yelling at Louis?'.
She was crying so much I couldn't understand what she was saying. 'It's okay, everything is fine. Calm down' I said trying to stop her from crying. 'Lou-Louis k-' she said but couldn't finish. 'Louis what?' I asked feeling worried. 'Louis K-kiss-kissed another g-girl' she stammered. I felt my knees get weak and I fell down on the floor and broke down crying. Millie calmed down a little bit and pulled me up so I could sit on the bed. I heard pounding on the door and Millie screamed go away while I was still in her embrace crying. 'I need to talk to her!' The boy who broke my heart yelled through the door, still pounding on it. After a few minutes of crying I told Millie that I wanted to go home. She offered to stay with me but I convinced her to go to the party. I was in no shape to go from the window so I had to face him. I hugged Millie goodbye and opened the door to see Louis sitting on the floor crying. It hurt me that I couldn't help him but it was his fault that all of this was happening. I ran out the door, louis following close behind. I shut the house door in his face and ran to my room. He got to my room door a few minutes later. Pounding and saying he's sorry and that he wants to explain. I just ignored him and fell asleep.
To be continued...
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Shadow of my past lover
Summary: Returning to your hometown is harder than you thought.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Characters: Sam Winchester
Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, flirty Dean, cocky Dean, sad reader, heartbreak, mentions of a break-up, a hint of fluff, tension
Divider by @firefly-graphics
“How long, Y/N? How long did you hide out there in the middle of nowhere?” Sam wraps you in a hug, almost crushing you. “It’s been too long if you’re asking me.”
“Fifteen years, I think,” looking up at the tall man you can’t hide the smile creep onto your lips. “You grew like a weed, Winchester. If only I knew you would become a hot guy,” you grin, patting your friend’s cheek.
“Dean will freak out,” you frown, and your body goes stiff when Sam, your best friend from childhood, mentions his brother. “Still mad at him? Will you ever tell me what happened back then? One day you just broke up. Everyone couldn’t believe Dean was with that other girl. It was always you and him. I believed you would marry one day.”
“It was a nice dream,” shrugging you give Sam a sad smile. “Dean never told you why he broke up with me after the summer break that year?”
“No,” Sam shakes his head, wondering what could’ve gotten between you and his big brother. “Dean only told mom and dad he’s got a new girlfriend and that you broke up with him,” you scoff, shaking your head. Tears threaten to fall but you push them away.
“Classy, Dean. Not only did he lie, but he also dared to blame me too,” frustrated you kick a stone away, pacing back and front, wringing your hands. Sam remains silent, just gives you time to open up to him.
“Munchkin, what happened back then? We always wondered why you never came over again. Then you moved away with your parents and no one ever saw or heard of you again,” guiltily looking up at Sam you give him a soft pat to his scruffy cheek. “Dean did something stupid – right?”
“I came back, bouncing my legs as I missed your brother so much. Three weeks away from the boy I love were hell to me, Sammy,” you exhale.
“Dean and I, we-“ you bite your lip, looking away to find the right words. “A month before my parents forced me to spend my summer break in France, Dean and I had sex for the first time. He was my first, and we promised there will no one else.”
“I assume one of you broke the promise. And I might sound prejudging but I guess it was my brother,” Sam watches your face fall. “Oh, Y/N.”
“Anyways, we made a promise at the age of sixteen Sam. Young love and crap,” you shrug, eyes dropping to your shoes. “I kept it, you know. There was a cute boy in France. He was charming and well, a French boy. I loved his accent and sense of humor. If not for Dean, I could’ve fallen in love with him.”
“I see,” nodding thoughtfully Sam watches you pace around him. Your hands clutched to your sides you scream in frustration.
“I came back, barely unpacking my stuff as I wanted to meet up with Dean. I climbed up the tree, sneaked into his room but oddly, he wasn’t happy to see me,” sniffing you look at Sam. “I wanted to kiss and hug Dean, but he was distant. I knew, just knew something is off and asked him what happened.”
“I’m so sorry,” helpless Sam must watch you recall that night. He can see the pain flash over your face and wishes he could soothe you. “What happened?”
“Dean said one word – or rather name. Lisa, the new girl. You know the one we caught blowing Brady off behind the gym,” you huff. “Dean said he and that bitch got closer over summer and that she’s better in bed.”
“Ah, you son of a bitch, Dean,” Sam yells. “Sorry mom,” he grumbles, wrapping you in a hug. “That was a dick move, literally.”
“Dean excused his betrayal, you know. He said if I didn’t leave him for three weeks, he would’ve never cheated on me, that bastard,” gritting your teeth you hide your face in Sam’s chest. “I loved him so and he replaced me after not even three weeks.”
“Dean is an ass,” grunting his brother’s name Sam gently runs his hands up and down your back. “He had the perfect girl, the one, by his side. How could he mess up everything for a girl like Lisa?”
“The worst is – my first time is tainted by his betrayal. Anytime a nice guy wants to go on a date with me, I ask myself – is he a nice guy or like Dean? Does he pretend to like me to get into my pants? Will he leave me after a few dates too.”
“The shadow of your former lover follows you,” nodding, you smile as Sam understands how you feel. “When Ruby cheated on me with that douche at Stanford, something broke inside of me. Jess, she was the one healing me.”
“I heard about your wedding plans, Winchester,” giggling you look up at Sam. “Shame you are off the market.”
“So, you are back in town to do what?” Sam watches you inhale sharply. “Do you want to shoot my brother or beat his ass to hell and back? I’d lend you a hand, you know.”
“Nah, it’s nothing, really. My parents want to renovate our old house. The last renter moved out and they want to sell it or hire it out again,” you explain. “I am here to check on the house and property.”
“I can help you later if you want me to,” holding out his hand Sam smiles when you place your hand into his large palm. He would never tell you so, but when you moved out of town, never looking back, you broke his heart a little too…
“Hello, sweetheart,” Dean opens his arms, waits for you to pounce on him to greet your former boyfriend but all he gets is a frown followed by an annoyed huff. “Sammy said you need help to check on your parent's house. Couldn’t believe you came to town and didn’t greet your favorite Winchester first.”
“My favorite Winchester is Sam, followed by your parents,” you snap at Dean. “I don’t know why you expected me to greet you, Dean. After all, I never was good enough for you anyways,” walking toward your parent’s house, keys pressed to your heart you ignore Dean follows you.
“Y/N, that was a lifetime ago,” grumbling Dean watches you unlock the door with trembling fingers. “I was a stupid boy back then. We both made mistakes and it ended up in a breakup.”
“We both made mistakes?” furious you spin around to glare up at Dean. “When did I make a mistake? While I was yearning for you in France? When I gave you my virginity? Or when I didn’t even unpack my shit to climb up the tree to be with you?”
“When you had something going on with that French douche,” Dean growls. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out you fucked that asshole?” Dean is in your face, breathing heavily, while you try to find your words.
He is not the boy from back then anymore. In front of you stands an angry and aggressive man, a tall and bulky one.
“I did not fuck Pierre! He was nice, yes, but I would’ve never cheated on you, Dean. I took one picture with him, at a fucking museum. It was for his sister, as she didn’t believe him he mate a girl from the US!”
“He had his arm around you. Your best friend Bela showed us more pictures. You had a hot date with him on the beach. That douche had his arm around you on every picture!” Dean talks back.
Slowly losing your patience you drop your bag to fist Dean’s plaid. You don’t give a shit he pants heavily or that you can smell his cologne.
“My mom took the fucking picture. She asked Pierre to wrap his arm around me. I was never alone with him, Dean. All I could think about was to get back to you – not fuck that boy!”
“Bela said you fucked that guy!”
“Bela didn’t say shit, Winchester! She always made stupid jokes. I bet she said I should fuck him or something. Why should my best friend tell you lies about me?” now it’s you who is in Dean’s face. You growl at him, pushing against his chest but unlike the boy from back then, the man in front of you won’t budge. “Damnit, you are too strong. Did you eat too much spinach?”
“I got frustrated over our breakup and started to train,” grunting Dean steps closer, forces you to move toward the door until your back hits the cool wood. “I thought you cheated on me and lied to you. I never was with Lisa before we broke up.”
“I don’t believe a single word leaving your treacherous tongue,” humming Dean watches you pick your bag back up. “Now get the fuck out of my sight.”
“Tongue,” Dean’s lips part to let his tongue swipe over his lower lip. You are engrossed in watching the skilled muscle taste what you longed to have for so long. “I know you always loved my tongue, sweetheart.” Dean husks before he crushes you with his body. His mouth hot against yours he pins your hands above your head. “Happy reunion, baby girl.”
“Get off me,” whining you part your lips to let Dean slip his tongue inside. “D’,” it’s a silent whimper, an unheard plea falling from your lips when Dean claims your soft pillows again.
“Do you know how many times I dreamed of kissing you again? I couldn’t believe I lost you to that French douche,” moaning your name Dean holds you there, pressed against the door, while your mind races and you can’t process Dean believed you cheated on him.
“I never even kissed that boy,” you sniff. “Why did you not ask me? Why hurting me deeply without any proof? Do you know what you did to me that night? You were the first boy I fell in love with, my first everything and you just told me I’m boring in bed and that I can’t compare to Lisa,” you cry, eyes filling with tears.
“Back then, I tried to hurt you, Y/N. You hurt me, broke my heart,” glaring at Dean you purse your lips, ready to rip him apart. “I wanted to get back on you. I’m sorry.”
You growl, now fighting his hold on your hands you wiggle in his grip, shake your body to break free.
“You asshole! Anytime a guy asked me out, I got nervous and believed he will think I’m awful at sex. I could never relax in bed with a guy. Most of the time I didn’t cum, too afraid he hates whatever I do.”
“Sweetheart,” nuzzling his face in your neck Dean sighs deeply. “I’m so sorry I ruined sex with other guys for you,” the smirk in his voice tells you otherwise, but you bite your tongue, waiting for your chance to hit his ugly face. (It’s not ugly but you try to convince yourself to hurt Dean.)
“I hate you so much, Winchester! It was your fault I had to move out of town. I cried the whole time, and my parents took the chance to finally move away. Fucking asshole,” Dean holds you pinned to the door, ignores you still fight him. “Lemme go. I need to check on my parents’ house.”
“You know,” a cocky grin on his lips Dean dips his head to roam your body with his eyes, “now that you are back in town, I could make things up to you.”
“How do you want to make up for breaking my heart for nothing? How will you give me back my self-confidence and make me feel like I’m sexy and desirable? There is nothing you can do about it,” you huff, frustrated.
“Sweetheart, I was stupid at the age of sixteen,” Dean admits finally releasing your hands to cup your face with the palms of his hands. “I know that I should’ve talked to you instead of listening to rumors.”
He leans closer, stopping when his nose bumps into yours. You can see the freckles on his skin, can smell his minty breath but the worst is, you can feel his warm hands on your face, forcing your eyes to flutter shut.
“You broke me,” you whimper when his lips meet yours. With your eyes closed, you try to pretend you are still the kids from back then, but the way Dean kisses you and his rough hands on your skin reminds you he’s a grown man now. A handsome and cocky one.
“Baby girl,” Dean moans against your lips, only breaking the kiss to breathe again. “I broke my own heart by letting you go. I never was with someone I genuinely loved since our breakup. All this time I was with girls meaning nothing to me.”
“What do you want, Dean? It’s been fifteen fucking years,” your heart flutters anytime Dean looks at you, but you steel yourself to resist his natural charm. “We can’t turn back time and kick your ass for being a dick.”
“But,” he grins now, eyes dropping to your chest, “I could be a good former lover and make you cum for all the times you didn’t reach the peak with one of the douches you chose over me.”
“Dean Winchester,” hands-on your hips you glare up at Dean. “Don’t fuck with me! This isn’t funny nor something you can fix with your charm and a cocky grin. You hurt the young girl from back then deeply.”
“I know,” he sighs. “Let me make it up to you.” he pecks your cheek, smirking against your skin when you start to shiver. “I could start with telling you I never fucked Lisa. She was a boring chick, clingy, and had an annoying voice.”
“This doesn’t make me feel better at all,” grinning Dean watches you hide a smirk. “Only as you didn’t fuck her your behavior won’t be forgiven that easily.”
“Did the inquisition already begin?” Dean furrows his brows when Sam jogs toward you and his brother. “I wanted to film every moment, Y/N. Not cool, Munchkin. Restart and I can take some nice pictures.”
“Bitch, get out of my way. I had a nice conversation with Y/N,” hating his brother takes your attention away from him Dean glares at Sam. “Let me just make it up to my girl. I waited years to see her again. Hell, I even stalked her on Twitter, and I hate social media.”
“You should watch the old man try to play candy crush,” Sam smirks when he steps closer. “Give me the keys and I can have a look around while my brother tries to hit on you, Y/N.”
“Looks good,” humming you look around the kitchen. “You should let us check on the pipes, electricity and I could call Bobby to help us check on the roof,” Sam walks around the house, a clipboard in his hands to make notes. “The windows downstairs look good.”
“I will check Y/N’s former room with her,” Dean grasps for your hand to drag you upstairs. “How about you check the basement, Sammy? Take your time,” cursing under your breath you try to keep up with Dean.
“Hey, wait! I’m not that fast, Winchester,” you scold. “Dean!” before you can complain Dean picks you up in bridal style to run upstairs. You would yell at him, but you admire his strength and the way he holds you close to his chest. “Let me down.”
“Never again, sweetheart. Now that I got you back in my arms,” Dean smirks when you start to squirm in his hold, “I’ll never let you out of sight again…”
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Headcanons with short blurbs: the queens and the onesies they wear xx
(I’ve honestly had this headcanon since I first joined the fandom and never shut up about it, so I thought why not post it?)
Catalina: A pikachu onesie and a lion onesie!
Lina is very stubborn and prideful, so she tries to act like she doesn’t want a onesie at first. She felt as though she had an image to uphold as the mom friend of the group. However, after Anne and Cathy bought her a pikachu onesie one day, going against the million statements of her claiming she would drop kick Anne if she bought her one, Lina was forced to give in. She was hesitant to try it on, but Jane and Cathy both gave her puppy dog eyes so she reluctantly gave in. Lina ended up loving it, could not believe she was letting her pride keep her away from such a wonderous thing. She loved it so much that Jane got her a lion onesie as part of their anniversary gift and they ended up cuddling all night while enjoying a cheese and grape plater along with some wine. Lina nearly broke a window with how loud she screeched when Jane almost spilt wine on their onesies, she has still yet to live it down as Anne constantly reminds her of it.
“A pikachu onesie?” “Yeah, because we choose you as our mom friend!” “N o” “Lina” “but Janeyyyyyyyy” “Put it on because you are my little pikacutie, okay?” “I’ll put it on if you never make that pun ever again.” “........Deal.”
“A lion, huh?” “Yeah, I thought it fit me. They are very prideful and amazing leaders.” “I guess that’s the nice way of saying you lovingly have a stick up your ass majority of the time.” “Hey! You bitc—” “Now now girls, settle down. Lina, don’t listen to Anne, I think lions are very charming and majestic!” “Really?” “Yeah, they are so cool and strong!” “Thanks Janey.”
Anne: A creeper onesie and a T-Rex/Dino onesie!!
Anne is one of the biggest onesies supporters there are! She would literally wear only onesies if Cathy didn’t make her get dressed up for their fancy dates and what not. However, Anne is an absolute goofball and is probably either the most chaotic or the biggest dork when it comes to the queens running around in their onesies, probably both! She loves to goof off and pretend to be her onesie, half the time she is wearing it she’ll sneak up on Parr and try to flirt with her in character. It’s very amusing for everyone, especially when Cathy is wearing one of her onesies and either plays along or hides herself in the protection of the cloth hood. Anne would take a movie night date with onesies and cuddles over some fancy dinner any night, honestly saves both her and Parr a lot of money! Aragon has a whole photo album of times Cathy and Anne stayed up past who knows what hour and ended up passing out in goofy poses. Her favorite is the time Anna drew cat whiskers and words on each of their faces, Aragon had a field day with that. Anne blew a fuse and told Aragon to delete the photos, she hasn’t. Nonetheless, even with experiences like that, Anne only thinks fondly of her onesies as it is a source of comfort for her, reminding her of family game nights, late night sleepovers with Kat, and cuddle time with Cathy. She also carries random objects to fiddle with and hides them in the pockets, so she really appreciates the practicality of onesies as well. Overall, Anne just love love loves them, and will wear them whenever she can.
“Creeper noises.... creeper noises.... creeeeeeeeper noises....” “Anne, that’s not what a Minecraft creeper sounds like.” “Well, obviously, I know that. I’m just saving my actual impersonation for a certain special someone!” “Cathy?” “Yeah, how’d you know?” Lina rolls her eyes. “Gee, I don’t know, it’s totally not like you guys were making out on the couch half an hour ago.” Cathy walks into the room and sees the group talking. “In my defense, Cathy’s an amazing kisser.” “I’d really rather not hear that about my god daughter.” “You think I’m an amazing kisser Annie?” “C-Cathy! Holy fuckers. Since when were you there?!” “Not long, but long enough to overhear what you said.” “Oh, well, obviously I do.” “You guys are seriously having this conversation in front of us?” “Shut up, let me talk to my future wife!” “I-” “Ignore them Annie, I just wanted to let you know that you’re not half-bad yourself.” Cathy giggled before giving Anne a gentle peck on the lips. Anne’s face instantly turned red. “I- wait! Sssssssssssssss Boom! My heart just exploded babes.” Anne jested while holding a hand to her heart. Cathy simply laugh. “That’s my favorite little chaotic creeper.” Cathy cooed before leaning in for another kiss. “They really just ignored us and did that in front of us.” “Yup.” “And now they are making out, again.” “Yup.” “God, this family is so gay.”
Anne sees Cathy humming to herself in the kitchen, she then sneaks behind her in her Dino onesie and tackle hugs her, peppering her cheek and neck with kisses. “RAWRRRRRR.... that means I love you in Dino-lect. :3” Cathy laughs before giving Anne a quick peck on the lips. “Not that I mind too much, but Annie-Rex, do you really have to do this every 15 minutes?” “Dinosaurs have a short memory Cath, I have no idea what you are talking about.” “That’s goldfish babes—” “shhhhhhh..... rawr.”
Jane: A momma shark onesie and a momma polar bear onesie!!!
Jane loves onesies, and even she gets frustrated on laundry day when everyone has to give up their emotional support pajamas. Her and Lina are the momma onesies, with Lina being the lion and Jane being either the shark or polar bear. Jane loves her bear onesie so much, being a polar bear is right up her alley, especially for puns! She also plans on getting Lina a brown bear onesie so they can be a bear family! Jane also sings baby shark whenever she is in her shark onesie. Kat finds it amusing, but everyone else gets a bit annoyed. It once got stuck in Lina’s head for a week, and she would hum it randomly, only to be followed with her telling Jane “you are so lucky I am in love with you” and a glass of wine.
“Baaaaaaaaaaabyyyyyyy SHARK DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO—” “Jane, you’ve been singing that nonstop for the past half hour. Please, I’m begging you as your fiancé, sing something else.” “But I’m momma shark!” “I just want five minutes to eat sushi in peace.” “NOT MY CHILDREN—” “Janey,,,, no.” “Fish are friends, not food!” “Janey, please, I just want to eat my lunch babes.”
“We should be a bear family.” “Hm, please elaborate?” “I mean onesies wise!” “Oh god no Janey, we already have so many onesies that all the houses closets are full.” “I know, I know, but hear me out. I really like this idea!” “*sigh* okay, but only because I love you.” “Yes! Thank you Lina!” “Of course, so what’s the big idea?” “So obviously I have a polar bear onesie because I’m cool and chill.” “You aren’t, you are literally the most neurotic mom, but go on babes.” “Hey!” “What, I’m not going to lie to my fiancé.” “Fine. Then I’m a polar bear because I’m the mama bear that hogs all the blankets.” “That I will agree with.” “Whatever, so anyways, I figured out the rest of us have really cute bears that fit us as well! Like you, you would be the mama brown bear! Cause you’re my big teddy bear.” Jane giggled. “Hm, I guess I could see that.” “Right? And Cathy and Anne would be based off their pet names for each other, Anne being Cathy’s P-Anne-da, and Cathy being Anne’s Koala bear.” “Awww, they would so do a bunch of couple photos because Anne would drag my goddaughter around the house to pose in front of any pretty background.” “They would do that, and Cathy would pretend she hates it, but secretly adores it.” “Yeah, she can be a bit reluctant to express herself.” “Sounds like a beautiful mama bear I know.” “....Anyways! Who is Kat?” “Oh, you’ll love this one! She’s a pink carebear!” “Oh, she’ll literally break the windows from how high her happy screech is.” “Yeah! Especially when she sees Anna as a black bear. It’s just so fitting!” “A black bear?” “Yeah, y’know. Looks a bit intimidating, but is one of the biggest softies of the bear family.” “Yeah, that does sound like Anna.” “I know right! Just,,,,, please, I want a bear onesies family photo with all our dumb grown up children Lina.” “I—” “I’m getting you the brown bear onesie for our anniversary, I hope you know that.” “Well I’ll accept it gratefully, because I hope you know that I love you and will do anything for you.” “YESSSSSSSS BEAR ONESIES FAMILY PHOTO!”
Anna: A tiger onesie and a dragon onesie!!!!
Anna probably is the one who wears onesies the least, but she still absolutely loves them. Being the total softie and simp that she is, she loves to get in her tiger onesie and be cat moms with Kat. They will cuddle and watch bootlegs while holding Bling, Kat’s pet kitten. She’ll make the occasional pussy joke when she’s in the tiger one with Anne as well, but she loves to be in her dragon one and ramble with Kat about them living in a fairytale, Kat being the princess who never needed a knight, and Anna being a dragon shapeshifter who helps her escape. Honestly she’ll be in her dragon onesie and randomly scoop up Kat, screaming to the world how she finally kidnapped the most beautiful princess in the universe from her kingdom. She’s such a simp and proud, the onesies only strengthen her affectionate side.
“We are the tigers, mighty mighty tigers! We are the tigers, mighty mighty tigers—” “Kat, Liebling, I know you get excited when I wear my tiger onesie.” “I do! Because when you wear it, we are cat moms together!” “Yeah-” “Cat moms!” Anna couldn’t help but grin at Kat’s excitement. “Of course Liebling, but could you try a different song than that one from your murderous lesbian cheerleaders high on depression rock comfort musical? I think it’s scaring Bling a bit.” The small white kitten looked up with a confused and concerned expression. “Oh, you are right! Hmmm, what else can I do?..... oh, I know!” “Oh?” “I got the eye of the tiger!” “That you do, the apple of my eye.” “Awww, babes!” “Hm, tell you what? How bout we take a break from the song references and cuddle for a bit? There’s the perfect spot for both you and Bling, it’s called my lap.” Kat giggled as she moved to sit in Anna’s lap, facing her. “Purrfect.” Kat booped Anna’s nose and elicited a small giggle. Anna playfully rolled her eyes and wrapped an arm around Kat. “Pfft, god you are lucky I love you so much.” “Heheh, I know! I love you too.”
“Hello there princess, are there any knights bothering you who I shall scare away?” Kat giggled as she pecked Anna on the cheek. “No, but it is a bit cold. You wouldn’t mind flying me to the couch and warming me up now, would you my dear dragon?” “Anything for you, milady.” Anna laughs before picking Kat up and carrying her to the couch for cuddles. “Thanks Annabanana.” “Anytime Kätzchen.”
Kitty: A unicorn onesie and a cat onesie, among many, many other onesies!!!!!
Just saying right now, Anne and Anna both totally pspsps Kat whenever she is in the cat onesie. Kat absolutely loves to make cat puns with Anna and Anne and Jane whenever she is in the cat onesie, she literally has a list she has been working on so she can one day out pun Jane Punmour. She always makes sure her onesies have pockets so that she can carry around Bling whenever she is wearing one. Kat loves her unicorn one, constantly running around with her pride flag as a cape because how could she be a unicorn without a rainbow now? That’s just homophobic /j. Her and Anne are probably the biggest on making jokes about their onesies and using them when talking to their girlfriends. Kat at times likes to be called Anna’s Traum (dream in German) when she is in her unicorn onesie because unicorns are magic, so her magical love makes Anna’s dreams become a reality, and everyone finds it so fucking wholesome. Anne and Kat also constantly have mini competitions of who can woo their girlfriend better with onesie pick up lines. It’s very chaotic and both Cathy and Anna absolutely adore them for it. Those are their emotion support dorky dumbass girlfriends right their gang. Kat and Anne will also randomly start meowing as an inside joke, they thought it would be funny to see how the others reacted to it, and they were right, it’s hilarious. Since then, they do it randomly and it lowkey scares Cathy and Anna, but at the same time they are attracted to these whacky dorks so they love them nonetheless.
“Are you sure you aren’t the one who is secretly a unicorn in this relationship?” Anna playfully rolled her eyes while ruffling Kat’s hair under her onesie’s hood. “Why would I be liebling?” “Because the amount of joy and love you bring into my life is absolutely magical.” “Awwww, Kätzchen.” “DID YOU HEAR THAT ANNE?! MY LOVELY AND BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND AW’D AT MY PICK UP LINE!” “YEAH? WELL CATHY FUCKING GAVE ME THE PUREST SMILE EVER AND I AM GAY!!!!!!” “I see you and Anne are at it again.” “Yeah! Do you think I’ll win?” “You’re always the winner in my eyes.” “Yes, unicorns for the win!”
“Pspspspspsps” “pspspspspsps” “guys, you know if you need me, you can just call me by my name.... right?” “PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPS!!!!” “Ahhhhhhhhh! Okay, okay, meowssage received. I didn’t realize how much you guys purrceived meow as a cat.” “......” “what’s wrong, cat suddenly got your tongues? You guys feline alright?” “Kat no, I will stop with the pspsps if you stop with the puns. I’m already dating Anne, I can only handle so much.” “H e y.” “But Cat-hy, I like my purr-ns. I think they are purrfectly fine, I would even argue they are clawesome. Also, purr-ns are my purroagative. So don’t have too much of a hissy fit.” “I have regrets.” “Babes,,,, why?” “Sorry purrty lady, but these are just so amewsing to me!” “Dear lord—” “I thought they were fur-unny.” “Anne no.” “Hissssss!” “The fuck?” “Meow?” “Meow.” “:D meow.” “What is happening?” “Cathy, I think our girlfriends just took us liking pussy to a whole nother level.” “Amwbkwbrk aNNA—” “She’s not wrong.” “ANNE!” “CATHY!” “KAT :D” “......” “meow! :D” “Someone save me now.”
Cathy: A stitch onesie and a wolf onesie!!!!!!
Cathy signed up for loving onesies when she agreed to date Anne, it was part of the contract. /j. Honestly, they are Cathy’s salvation, and that isn’t even that hyperbolic. Anne got Cathy a onesie during a week she was utterly burnt out from lack of sleep and overload of deadlines, and the second Cathy put the stitch onesie on, she was out like a light. She literally can’t sleep without them. Anne also adores it because Cathy is just constantly so cuddly and fluffy and small, and seeing her all sleepy in the onesie is heaven. At times, Cathy will fall asleep on their onesie dates because she conditioned herself to fall asleep with the onesie on, and everyone loves to take pictures of snoozing Cathy. She hates how she can’t wear her onesies when she writes, other wise she’ll just fall asleep at her desk again. If she is ever skipping sleep too much, Anne or Lina will force her to put on a onesie and snuggle into their lap till she falls asleep. Honestly, who needs caffeine when you can have a onesie? Well, Cathy is still addicted to coffee, but she doesn’t need it as much anymore thanks to the semi decent sleep schedule due to the onesies. It was clearly the best gift Anne ever got Cathy, and Cathy always thanks her for it and showers Anne in kisses at random moments when she is just in pure bliss from her onesie. It’s just good vibes for Cathy, something she definitely needs and appreciates at times. She wouldn’t give up onesies for anything in the world, well besides Anne, and coffee, and her laptop for writing, but other than that, nothing!
“Hey Annie, love? You know how ohana means family?” “Yes I do, my Cathy-stitch-a-roo.” “Well Anne, you are my ohana.” “Awwww babes!” “And I want to grow our ohana together.” “Awww— wait, are you saying what I think you’re saying?” “Yes, I want to take the next step.” “Gasp!” “Let’s do it Annie... let’s adopt a ferret and a gecko!” “Fuck yes! See, this is why I love you, my beautiful space creature girlfriend who is so amazing she is out of this world.”
“I’m a lone wolf, I don’t need anyone’s validation or affection, I’m better off by myself anyways.” “You say that while you are cuddling Anne.” “So?” “Cathy, you literally were just crying ten minutes ago when Anne got up to use the bathroom.” “It’s— it’s our snuggle time... 🥺💙” “Aw babes. <3”
#six the musical#parrlyn#parrleyn#katanna#aramour#six the musical headcanons#onesies headcanons#yes Cathy has a stitch onesie because I have a stitch onesie#yes I got a stitch onesie because of fanart of Cathy having a stitch onesie#I just love Cathy#I hope you guys liked these#this was a lot of fun to make :DDDD#Enjoy xx#catherine parr#anne boleyn#anna of cleves#katherine howard#jane seymour#catherine of aragon#long post
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complicated [2] - jj maybank
here’s part two! please enjoy and tell me if i should keep it going!
summary: you’re a kook and JJ doesn’t like you at all. That’s what he wants everybody to believe anyway.
word count:+2k
warning(s): sad shit, mentions of abuse, swearing
taglist (open): @danicarosaline, @yeehaw87, @sspidermanss
PART ONE
It'd been a few days since the party at the boneyard and you were meeting up with the pogues soon as per JJ's request.
You’d hung out with them before but something felt off about this time, Kie had been texting you all morning making extra sure that you were coming.
She was never usually this concerned about if you'd be coming or not, it was usually just one message about a half hour before you were supposed to meet but today your phone was buzzing non-stop.
Kie 🌺✨: So ur coming today right?
You: ofc 💞 meeting at John B's place right?
Kie 🌺✨: Yes but wear something cute 👀
You: okayyyyy
You: why tho? 👀
Kie 🌺✨: For the group pics obviously 👀
You: sounds fake but ok bby 😌✨ I'll dress cute... only for you tho 😉
Kie 🌺✨: that's why you're my girl 😘
Kie 🌺✨: okay I've gtg do some stuff but I love you
You: love you too 💞
Kie 🌺✨: John B's at 1pm
You: I've got it, see you then
She was definitely up to something, you could tell, she never cared how you dressed especially not when all you were doing was meeting up with her friends.
Deciding not to worry about it, you threw your phone onto your bed and started to get ready.
Settling on your favourite white crop top, the one with a daisy embroidered in the middle you pulled it on along with a pair of denim shorts and your white converse, that had become dirty from the amount of wear and tear they'd been through since you got them.
The posing you were doing in front of your mirror was interrupted by your phone chiming yet again.
JJ Maybank: Hi.
JJ Maybank: Kie gave me ur number
JJ Maybank: She told me to ask u to bring snacks
You: Sure I'll stop by the store on my way
You: Any preference?
JJ Maybank: Whatever is fine with me princess
You: Alright I'll see what I can do
JJ Maybank: Wait get chips
You: What's the magic word? 🥺
JJ Maybank: Are u really gonna make me do this princess?
You: I mean if you want ur chips 👀
JJ Maybank: Remember when I told you I didn't hate you? I take it back
You: Then starve 😌🥰
JJ Maybank: Fine. Pretty please will you pick up some chips
You: Why of course I will since you asked ever so nicely!! 🧚🌺✨💫💞
JJ Maybank: You suck
Laughing at his response you grabbed your purse and left your house, making your way to the store.
You couldn't lie, you enjoyed messing with JJ. Now that you had his number you had a feeling that the two of you were going to be annoying each other on a whole other level now.
When you arrived at the store you made sure to stock up on snacks, buying extra chips as an attempt to ensure today stays peaceful between you and JJ.
Soon enough you found yourself at John B's front door, knocking on the frame gently.
Kie answered the door with a bright smile, giving you a hug before pulling you inside.
"Did you bring snacks?" Was the first thing you heard as Kie ushered you into the chateau. You let out an airy laugh and held up the plastic bag in your hand for JJ to see, "As promised."
"Great! Both of you go sit down." Kie instructed and you obliged, sitting down on John B's couch and placing the bag of snacks in-between yourself and JJ who immediately started rummaging through the bag, you watched intently as he pulled out a bag of chips with a big smile on his face, "These are my favorite!"
Nodding your head at the boy you looked at him with a mockingly parental look, trying your best to hide the smirk forming on your lips, "That's what happens when you say please, sweetheart."
JJ scoffed before looking around the room in confusion, "Where'd the others go?"
Neither of you had noticed Kie and John B sneak out the front door and realization washed over the both of you as you heard the engine of John B's van running.
The pair of you scurried out to the porch, watching as the van moved away and Kie stuck her head out the window, "We're going to get beer, we'll probably be a while! You two should talk while we're gone! Bye!" She shouted before John B hit the gas and the van sped off.
Sighing you looked at JJ with an unimpressed expression, "Guess we're talking then."
"Seems like it." The boy muttered crankily, following you into the house.
Spending time with you meant getting to know you and getting to know you would eventually lead to falling for you. JJ couldn't let that happen. But he had no choice, he'd rather talk to you than spend hours in silence waiting for his friends to return.
"Do you wanna play 20 questions?" You asked, breaking the awkward silence that has settled over the both of your once you returned to your seats on the couch.
JJ let out a huff, looking at you with his eyebrow raised, "What are we? Twelve?"
Letting out a scoff you couldn't help but roll your eyes, "You sure do act like it."
"Fine. You ask first." He sighed, sinking into the couch and digging into the chips you'd brought.
"Alright, start off easy… What's your favorite hobby?" The blond boy beside you shook his head and leaned his elbows on his knees, turning his head to look at you, "Surfing. My turn. What did you mean the other night when you asked me what age you were when it all started going wrong?" He fired, the question had been locked and loaded in his mind since the night at the boneyard.
"It's kind of a bummer, you sure you wanna get into it?" You questioned, catching your lip between your teeth.
The boy only nodded, staring at you expectantly, "Well, when I was thirteen my mom got really sick, she's been in and out of hospitals on the mainland for the past three years, my dads never left her side so I don't see much of either of them anymore. She's in some private hospital on the mainland right now, we're pretty sure she won't be getting out again." You explained numb to the situation, it'd been three years of you pretty much raising yourself, your dad kept up with the bills and put money into your credit card but he hadn't actually been home with you unless your mom was healthy enough to be there too, but she hadn't been home in the last year which meant neither had he.
"Shit…" JJ murmured, looking at you sympathetically to which you shook your head at him and gave him a tight smile. You really didn't want anyone's sympathy.
"It's fine. But I guess to give you an answer to the question, everything started going wrong when I was thirteen." You added on casually as if you hadn't just opened up about your dying mother seconds earlier.
"My turn." You stated, keeping eye contact and asking, "Why don't you want to get close to me?"
His little speech the other night had left an impact on you, you wanted to know what was so bad about you that made befriending you so awful.
JJ sighed heavily, shrugging his shoulders, "It's complicated, I've got a reputation here on the cut y'know? And you've got yours on figure eight. We just shouldn't mix."
You didn't bother trying to hide your confused expression, you both knew that that was bullshit.
"Maybe we shouldn't. But since when have you ever gone by the rules of society?" You piqued up.
"Hey it's not your turn anymore, you already asked your question." He butted in, throwing a chip at you.
"Fine, you go but we're getting back to that one." You warned him, making him chuckle in response.
"After you asked me when things started going wrong, you said something else…" JJ threaded carefully, having a sinking feeling that he knew what you meant by the question in the first place but the curiosity was killing him.
You nodded patiently waiting for him to continue, you knew what he was about to ask and you mentally prepared yourself to give him an answer.
"So… why can't you wear dresses to parties?" He finished, his voice gentle but his eyebrow raised.
Swallowing thickly you fidgeted with the hem of your crop top, "Last year at a kook party-" You started, shifting your eyes away from JJ's, focusing on your legs instead, "-One of Rafe Cameron's friend's, he was a senior and I had just finished freshman year, well anyway I was wearing this cute little dress and he told me he really liked it so we started hanging out and the next thing you know he was kissing me and that was all good and fine, it was really great actually." You retold to JJ, pausing for a second to glance at his eyes that were looking at you intently, his bottom lip between his teeth.
Heaving out a heavy sigh you ran a hand through your hair before finishing the story, "But then his hands were all over me and I didn't really know how to feel, yanno? I was a virgin and I'd never had a guy be into me like that so I let him go on. Until he literally tore my dress right off me and I knew then that I definitely wasn't ready for what he wanted. So I told him to stop and he flipped out on me, called me a tease and a slut and told me that if I didn't want to be fucked then I shouldn't have dressed like it. And that is why I can no longer wear dresses to parties."
You couldn't figure out the look on the boys face, it was an expression that was a mixture between anger and sadness and something else that you couldn’t quite place.
"Who was the guy?" He inquired, his voice dangerously calm.
The story made him angry, he hated when guys thought they could just take advantage of people, he couldn't lie and say that it didn't especially bother him that it had happened to you.
You just shrugged again, "Doesn't matter. Pretty sure he moved to the mainland for college." You explained seemingly unbothered, the same way you had been after answering the last question and JJ wasn't having any of it.
"It does matter though, why do you do that?" He wondered out loud, scooting closer to you on the couch while you avoided eye contact.
"Because JJ, if I start acting like it's a big deal it's going to become a big deal and I don't want a fuss over something that happened to me in the past while other people have bigger things to worry about." The blond beside you nodded in understanding at your statement, he got that, he felt the exact same way and he realized that the pair of you were a lot more alike than he thought.
"Just don't tell Kie or John B okay? I'm only telling you because I let it slip at the boneyard, you're the only one that knows." You whispered, finally meeting his blue eyes.
He nodded with furrowed brows, "Secrets safe with me, princess."
Giving him a tight smile you spoke up again trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere, "If you weren't so stubborn I think you and I would be really great friends."
JJ laughed, taking off his red cap and running his hand through his hair before placing the cap back on his head, "You know what you're probably right-" The boy let out and exaggerated sigh before going on, "Screw it. We're friends now, princess." He stated with so much authority that you had to laugh.
"Wow and all it took was my tragic origin story? If only I’d known sooner." You said sarcastically, shoving his shoulder with your own.
JJ laughed and so did you, it was so strange, if someone had told you a week ago that you'd be playing a way too personal game of 20 questions with JJ Maybank you would've laughed in their face and asked if they were stoned. But it felt oddly comfortable in the moment.
The giggling was hushed by your phone buzzing with a message from Kie.
Kie 🌺✨: We're on our way back
"They're coming back." You turned your head to face JJ who was smirking mischievously, "Should we fuck with them?" He asked you while scooting closer to you and looking at your phone screen.
"Oh absolutely, here." You agreed handing him your phone watching as he began to text Kie.
You: Take ur time 😉
Kie 🌺✨: What's with the winky face?
You: No reason 👀
Kie 🌺✨: omg Y/n what happened? 😳
"What should we tell her?" JJ snickered and you gasped excitedly, "Oh my God, tell her that we "bonded" but put a bunch of sex emojis after it."
"Brilliant." He commented under his breath as he began typing again.
You: Oh nothing, me and JJ just did some bonding 😌🥵👅🍆💦
Kie 🌺✨: Oh god please tell me you didn't…
Laughing at her response, you snatched the phone back from JJ, leaning close to him so he could still watch the screen and started typing, unable to contain your laughter.
You: Oh yeah, we bonded reeeeeaaaallll good. Right here on John B's couch 😜
"They're gonna be real smug about this working." JJ chimed in and you nodded in agreement.
"True. But I'm kinda glad it did." You confessed almost shyly, not trying to inflate his ego.
To your surprise JJ nodded in agreement, "Yeah you're not so bad after all. But we gotta keep this low-key, I don't want the other guys on The Cut thinking I'm a kook sympathizer." He muttered dramatically with a grin.
"Oh of course not, stays between us and the pogues." You stated with a grin to match his.
The boy reached a closed fist towards you, "Truce?" He offered up hopefully.
"Truce." You told him, bumping your fist to his gently with a smile.
Things had always been complicated between yourself and JJ but you had a feeling that it was only going to get messier from here.
part 3
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among the evergreen
☇ “The day you will see two of me is the same day you won't need me unless you say you do”
➣ pairing: reader x jungkook
➣ genre: christmas themed, modernfantasy!au, e2l!au, fluff
➣ word count: 12.6k
➣ disclaimer: this is literally an exaggerated satire of Hallmark Christmas movies filled with eggnog crack for the holiday spirit. please do not take this seriously. happy holidays!
➣ summary: the odd christmas wedding with the odd christmas runaway with the odd christmas adventure with the odd christmas stranger
"You can't be serious right now, ___."
"Hyunjung, I've never been more serious in my entire life." Grabbing a chunk of clothes from your closet that ranged from sweaters to leggings, you shove it into your duffel bag. "This version my parents made of me?— I'm not her. They seriously think they're going to discipline me by selling me off to a man I don't know?"
"Oh, don't be dramatic. They're not selling you off, they just arranged a marriage for you."
You open your mouth, gaping at her. "Even worst! Where's my consent? Where's my sense of individualism?! I'm an adult and yet, they're giving me away to a random person they arranged a marriage with just last year!"
"And may I remind you that you're getting married to that random person in two weeks, ___. Perfect for a Christmas wedding," Hyunjung optimistically exclaims over the FaceTime call, removing her towel that was wrapped around her head and combing her hair with her fingers. "I don't think you should be leaving."
You cringe at her romanticizing an arranged marriage that takes away your sense of freedom.
"No, Hyunjung," you point your lotion bottle in your hand at her. "The version that my parents fabricated of me— she. She's the one getting married in two weeks. I, however, am taking a trip to Europe."
"Europe?" She repeats, nearly gaping at the sound of that. "That's why you need me to drop you off at the airport? Europe? Are you joking me?"
You nearly snort, folding one of your t-shirts messily and tossing it into the duffel. "You thought I was joking when I took that trip to Greece by myself. Does it look like I'm joking?"
"Insane. You're absolutely insane."
"I hope you say that in a good way," you throw a wink at her.
"You cannot be serious."
"And why not? I'm my own adult! I can go to another country myself. Plus, you remember Hana, right? She offered a place for me to stay in London."
Hyunjung raises her eyebrows. "And you're sure Hana is going to let you into her humble abode and take you in?"
"98% sure," you pause for a moment, continuing on to your last minute packing of shoving whatever you could into a duffel. "The 2% is only if I actually get there before she leaves for Amsterdam."
"Wait, what?"
"I should be getting there before Tuesday night, hopefully. If not, then I'm stuck to tend to a motel for a couple of nights until she comes back from finishing that research project in Amsterdam," you snort. "Which will be unlikely. I scheduled a plane for Italy that leaves tonight. From there, I have to take a bus to Belgium to take a ferry to London, so essentially I should be there before Monday."
"Why not take a straight plane to London?" Hyunjung inquires, evidently confused to your excessive and over-the-top plan.
"Where's the fun in that?" You chuckle, grabbing your backpack. "Do you wanna hear my plan that I originally called you for?"
Hyunjung makes a motion with her hand, urging you to proceed into such plan that you always make up to escape your drowning parents.
"A couple nights ago, I bought a plane ticket to Italy. I went to a travel advisor today and paid for a bus and a ferry with cash. This way, my parents will simply think I'm in Italy and while they'll most likely hold this whole huge crazy man hunt for me in Milan, I'll be in London, living my own life, single as a bird. Maybe drinking tea with the queen, perhaps."
The thin look Hyunjung plasters on her face is as if she was talking to someone who told her that she was having twins— maybe even triplets.
"Okay," she begins slowly, squeezing lotion into her hands. "Where do I lie in all of this?"
"What?" Narrowing your eyes at her mischievously, you smirk. "You think you have a role in my plan to be set free?"
"I have a role in any devious plan you make up in your head to get the hell away from your, and I quote, "insane, restricting puppeteers of parents"," she scoffs, making you laugh. "Now what is it? Do you want me to lie to them that you're in Italy?"
"See, you're already ahead of the game!"
She rolls her eyes.
"I just need you to lie that I did go to Italy only for a few weeks and if they press you, just tell them that that's all I told you. Easy."
"Yeah, until your parents try to blackmail me."
"They've never blackmailed you."
"Yeah," she exclaims before biting her lip. "But they could!"
"They won't do that," you roll your eyes at them. Sure your parents are strict, but they find blackmail a bit too extra. "Look, are you going to pick me up soon or not? I have a flight to catch."
"Yeah, yeah," she sighs. "I'll leave in five."
The parents that you call yours were indescribably suffocating.
Over-exaggerating, but you do try to peer at it from their perspective, but all you see is publicity and reputation in a string of lies and facades— all of which is clearly evident because you were grown up to keep such a good reputation.
Daughter of a CEO of an oil company and a broadway star, your life was bound to be molded into the flawless model of what a family should be. From the fake smiles on the news to having to be present at elite parties that nearly make you want to rip your brain out, doing one wrong thing would be an instant detrimental effect to your family.
And being tired of having to keep an ideal picture during the day, you sneak out during the night under fake names and fake personas— you are not the daughter of two important people, you are yourself.
Not getting caught was your specialty. It progressed well over time, knowing how well you can harbor in the dark for so long without being exposed, but that week-long trip to Greece was what probably ruined your streak when your mother found out you were not on that school trip upstate, but you were oceans away, relaxing in the nice beaches of Corfu.
Maybe then your mother has gone insane trying to maintain a good reputation for you, but an arranged marriage? Something they've never told you about since two weeks ago? Hell, you were going to drop everything and go off grid just for the arranged marriage to not happen.
And that's exactly what you're going to do.
The current position you're, unfortunately, in is not ideal to your original plan you have set out for yourself.
Muscles growing tired, you've become exhausted, a tad bit dehydrated, and you had an odd craving for something with chocolate. And to tie it all off, your bus driver had just announced they are scheduled to depart a little later than usual as you sat at the window seat, pondering about the extra time you could've used to get a bottle of water and maybe some fudge brownies from the store, but sacrificing this seat is not apart of your plan.
So you sit there, watching strangers trickle in slowly to find seats on the bus, and thankfully none of them took the chance to sit in the empty seat next to you. As you finally grow a comfort in your seat, ignoring your growing dehydration and aching muscles, you may have spoke too soon when you felt the bus almost shake by how the one stranger slipped into the seat next to you with heavy momentum.
Glimpsing at the panting stranger, you shift your crossed legs to point towards the window. You don't see his face well enough, but you didn't show much care when you lay back into your seat. "Woah there, cowboy, we depart in twenty. You didn't have to rush and crash into this seat beside me."
"What?" He says, breathlessly. You can tell from the corner of your eye, he's giving you a questionable look. "It's supposed to depart at 10:30."
Snorting, you fix your posture. "Yeah, well, delays happen, big guy. It's going to be 11 now. Nice entrance."
As you peek at him, he don't miss the eyebrow he raises at you. Settling in nicely beside you, he holds out his hand in a polite manner. "Jungkook."
You glance at his hand and back at him, going back to leaning your head against the head support. "Hi."
"Ah," he takes his hand back after he notices you not taking it. "So you're going to make me ask you for your name?"
You arch an eyebrow at him. "I'm not making you do anything?"
"I introduced myself. It's a common courtesy to at least share a name back, but seeing that you didn't tell me your name, you're in turn ruining that common courtesy by having me ask you for your name."
"Or I'd rather keep my name to myself than reveal it to an utter stranger," you smile. "Nice try, but you haven't earned my trust enough to know my name."
He has a fixed gaze on you. "Did you want my life story in exchange?"
"That depends. How badly do you want to know my name?"
"Well," he lets out a dramatic sigh. "When I was little, my mom and dad got divorced and my mom married another man—"
"Hmm, see, " you cut him off. "I can't even trust that's a real story. Guess we're better off as strangers."
He chuckles as you close your eyes.
And that's how you shut him up from then, when the began to depart, and in the midst of just entering the freeway when you make the mistake of grabbing a small bag of pretzels from your backpack and sitting back to eat them in hopeful silence.
"Why are you heading to Brussels?" The stranger asks mid-crunch of your pretzel.
Your eyes widen slightly by the sudden question, before you're shrugging at him in response. "None of your business."
It would be easy to tell him that you're only there to catch a ferry, but along with that will follow up more questions— talking to him was draining enough.
He lets out a light scoff. "A simple question."
"That's none of your business."
Jungkook cocks his head to the side as you're chewing on your pretzels. "Are you always this hard to crack?"
"Are you always this annoying?"
"Not really, but it's definitely getting a rise out of you."
"So I sit next to a dipshit named Jungkook who probably has daddy issues," you throw at him, referring to his previous said fact about him to exchange for your name. "Long hours ahead of us."
"And I, for one, intend to make the most out of it by trying to get to know you."
You snort, pulling out your earphones from your pocket, closing your eyes for the last time until the next stop. "Good luck."
Fortunately for you, when they flutter open, the bus had made a stop in the middle of a venue with greens and whites that catches your eye as you peer out the window. Making it quick, the bus driver announces for a 20 minute break parked in the Swiss Alps, instructing where the bathroom is and demonstrating a shop just in sight.
"Finally," you breathe in relief, feeling your dehydration grow with each second.
You ignore Jungkook and the fact that he was blocking you just slightly to take your break when you squeeze your way between him and the seat, making room for yourself between the people packing in the bus aisle to leave the bus as well.
The air was crisp and your breath was evident every time you exhaled, taking you aback by the wonders of the place around you. The skies were grey, but the massive trees and the sparkling fresh snow of the woods is what makes you wide-eyed.
And you think about how there are so many wonders in the world that your parents have not made you seen. Sure, you've visited Switzerland, but only for pure business. Never once were you told that you could explore and initiate that wanderlust that always grew inside of you when you're away from home.
Taking your boots and trudging through the snow, you follow the flock of people from the bus who are noticeably going inside one of the small wooden buildings or heading to where the restroom signs were.
Grabbing a water bottle along with a bag of chocolate-covered almonds, you're about to buy something with the cash you exchanged with Swiss Franc, when you tiredly see that the line was taking awhile. Letting out a yawn, you divert your attention out the window, only to see something interesting just nearby.
It was a cottage that looked completely different from the similar buildings like the store you're in. Squinting, your curiosity gets the best of you as you're trying to get a better look of it, noticing that there evident trails of moss on the roof, creating a rustic aura, as well as interesting charms being hung on the patio.
You wonder what's inside, completely enchanted by its appearance and its—
"What are you buying?" The voice of your familiar, annoying seat partner appears by your side, causing you to jump out of your thoughts and to scowl at his arrival.
"You don't ever know how to leave someone alone, huh?" You sarcastically grin to which he responds with a smirk, shaking his head.
"Just you."
You give him a look before you're buying it. "Give me some space, Jungkook."
"I don't know if you're allowed to say my name when I don't know yours, gingercake."
You give him a fake smile before you were finally next in line and Jungkook seemingly follows you to the register. When you notice he's beside you empty-handed, you give him a pointed look. "You're not buying anything?"
"No," he replies. "I don't need anything."
"So, you're just here to annoy me then."
"Essentially," he laughs before he nods his head to a certain direction. "You noticed the cottage out there, too?"
"Quite creepy that you're watching me, don't you think?"
He shrugs. "Think of it what you will. But you didn't answer my question."
"I don't answer to strangers."
"But we're not," he says. "We're bus buddies."
"No," you cringe at the term he made for both of you as you grab the receipt and your snacks. "No, we're not."
Before he would say anything more, you make a hurried walk for the door, back turned to him.
"Oh, come on," he persists as he tries to walk beside you. "Is your name embarrassing, or something?"
"My name is none of your business."
"You're being so stubborn over a little thing. Are you like a wanted criminal? Is that why?"
You gasp dramatically as if he was correct. "Yes! Right on the nose!"
"Come on," he continues, knowing very well your sarcasm was not a pretty trait on you. "I'm not a snitch either way."
"No, but you do know how to get on my nerves."
"That hurts," he chuckles. "Come on, it's just a name—?"
You turn over to him in brooding irritation. "That you don't deserve to know, end of discussion. Jungkook, please, I am of little importance to you and you to me. Not knowing my name won't hurt you in the long run. So please, can I spend the rest of this bus ride without you bombarding me asking me what my name is?"
Jungkook looks at you before he puts his hands up in defeat. "Fine. But for the record, I have never met anyone so protective over something so little like their name."
"And I've never met someone so pushy, but here we are—" As you turn around, you notice that the bus was gone and your eyes widened.
"No, no, no," you mutter before you're sprinting towards the road and just there, the bus was moving further down the winding road, growing tinier within the second.
"Great! How absolutely peachy! We missed our bus!" You groan, removing your beanie from your head, exasperated. You turn over at Jungkook who just so happens to finally catch up to you, noticing the reason for your distress.
"It's fine, don't panic."
You turn over to face towards the standing dumbass with a baffled look. "We're in the middle of the fucking Swiss Alps, idiot! There is no service here. How the hell are we going to get to Brussels now?"
"Look, just calm down. Let's go inside and see if the cashier can help."
However, going into the store didn't help when the lady at the store didn't have any type of phone to help you contact anyone, nor was she interested in helping you both so she pointed you towards the cottage you happened to stare at earlier.
At first, you didn't oppose the idea, very curious as to what this cottage has to offer. And when you step onto the patio and a notice a wooden sign that says open, Jungkook is the first to turn the knob and take a step.
Remarkably, you're not walking in with fear, but you're walking in with a curious mind— and when you happen to step inside, you're not quite disappointed.
It was breathtaking— something you've never seen before. There were rows and rows of jars filled with herbs of sorts and odd colorful gems and crystals were displayed with the occasional plants that hung from the ceiling. A bucolic, yet eerie feeling was blossoming in your chest that you don't notice that you've walked farther in than Jungkook.
"Hello?" Jungkook calls aloud. You peer behind yourself, noticing his wandering eyes as you turn your head back front, focusing on the table with a crystal ball.
"Hello, is anyone here?" Jungkook tries again as you wonder where every single ancient thing came from before the sound of foot steps makes you pause, moving backwards to stand behind Jungkook.
"Visitors?" A voice of whom you'd assume belonged to a female spoke aloud in the unreal way possible.
As she makes an appearance coming out of one of the corridors, you notice that out gracefully comes a woman of red hair and piercing green eyes, lips decorated in berry and cheeks of a deep plum. Her clothing was almost a gypsy, but she wore a coat of fur over the gold jewelry she wore on her neck and hips.
"And what is this?" She brings a finger to her lips in utter astonishment and peculiarity, eyes narrowing to focus on you and Jungkook. "A wreath's bond?"
A what bond? You think.
Jungkook and you take a moment to glance at each other, exchanging odd looks before looking back at the woman who was shuffling towards the circular table with the crystal ball sitting in the center of it.
"Ah, you two don't know," she observes, laughing hysterically and taking a seat. You're confused, but there was an odd feeling in your stomach that seemed to give some sort of trust to her. "Come, you two. Sit. I have a feeling about you both."
"Actually," Jungkook begins, grabbing your wrist and preventing you from moving towards her. "We were told that you would know how to get to the nearest bus station."
Her head snaps up, and lets out a scoff. "By who?"
"Lady in the gift shop," you answer. "They had no phone, but she told us to come here."
"That damn grinch. Always tells visitors to come here when they need a phone or directions."
"Well, do you?" You ask politely.
"This is the Alps, honey-pie. There is no such thing as service here."
"Great, she sees you as food," Jungkook whispers quietly down to you. "She's going to eat us."
The joke that comes from Jungkook makes you nudge him with your elbow, releasing yourself from his grasp that you didn't realize was still there.
"Is there a bus stop nearby?" You try.
"Not nearby, but I can lead you to a village just an hour travel by walking... well, it's more of a ski resort, but surely there's people there willing to help."
"Where is it?"
She's silent before she's patting on the table, motioning you both to sit.
Jungkook and you hesitate, but you're the first to move, walking towards the lady who could easily kill you, but emanates curiosity that even you couldn't resist. Jungkook follows after you, sitting in the chair across from yours.
"Let me see your hands," she says, palms outwards, awaiting your hands. However, you were reluctant, looking up at Jungkook who was shaking his head discreetly. "Oh, I promise I won't bite. I'm Evanora, the friendly witch of the east."
"A witch?"
"That could explain the crystal ball," Jungkook nods, staring directly at the iridescent ball sitting on the table.
"What did you think I was?" She inquires, a berry-lipped smile on her face. "And the crystal ball is just for decoration. Now, hands. Give."
You, with a slight bit of reluctance, gives your hand to her, Jungkook following after you as the witch throws a smile, to which she closes her eyes and slightly squeezes.
You meet Jungkook's smile he was trying to prevent by the odd circumstance you both were in, you shrugging in uncertainty before Evanora opens her eyes.
She nods, pointing outside her window. "If you go down the trail, you will see cabins."
"Wait, that's it?" Pressing her, you were immediately concerned as to what she saw.
"What I saw," she pats your hand in an eerie manner. "Shouldn't be said."
You open your mouth, curious as to what on earth she could possibly have seen that's making her bite back a smile. Eyes peering over to Jungkook, you shake your head. "It doesn't matter anyways," you scrunch your eyebrows at her words. "Trail? What trail?"
"Packed up by snow. But if you follow the opening of those trees, you will find the village." She gives a smile before it immediately fades.
"What?" Jungkook presses, noticing her mood change.
"I must warn you, there are winter elves ahead."
"Elves," you blink.
"Like Santa's elves?"
"Winter elves," she nods. "Do not interact with them. They tend to distract you from your purpose. And they like to steal anything shiny."
"You can't be serious," you arch an eyebrow.
"You've met a witch. Is it really that hard to believe?" Evanora says as she stands. "Go, embark on your journey, but I will tell you this—"
Jungkook stands quite abruptly, seemingly ready to leave the cabin of Evanora's while you stand up slowly, awaiting for Evanora to finish. "Lose one another, you will lose the purpose."
"We won't lose each other," you promise.
"I have a feeling that you may," she quietly says, but it was audible for you to hear. "And when you must, your wreath's bond will find you both again."
Scrunching your eyebrows together at the phrase, you're about to open your mouth to ask for explanation.
Immediately, the witch puts her finger up to silence you before she smirks. "The day you will see two of me is the same day you won't need me unless you say you do."
The two of you searched for the opening of the immense and jaw-dropping trees before you, noticing the snow, as Evanora said, being packed up on a trail, however that didn't stop the two of you from walking down the trail.
When you first begin walking, Jungkook is quiet, knowing that you're in your thoughts. And he was right. The so-called witch made you more concerned, especially after she held your hands and said she couldn't say what she saw. You think of the bad things that she must've seen, ranging from a terrible accident or a betrayal or anything that would bring you in harms way.
"Come on, you actually believe she's an actual witch?" Jungkook asks all of a sudden. He must have noticed your brain turning in the silence. "She didn't give us the best directions. She told us to find a ski resort where someone can help us."
"The day you will see two of me is the same day you won't need me unless you say you do," you say aloud, slowly. "What does she mean?"
"Just a whole lot of mumbo jumbo to me," he postulates. "She was probably just saying shit out of her ass." When he sees that you've paused, Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you. "You're not telling me you actually believe in that nonsense?"
"I'm superstitious. I believe in ghosts, aliens, mermaids. A witch doesn't sound like nonsense."
Embarrassed wasn't the word you'd say you felt when Jungkook looks at you, flabbergasted after you decree that you believe in the supernatural. Maybe a tad bit awkward, but seeing that he lets out a chuckle, you purse your lips. "You've read Harry Potter, haven't you?"
"No. No, I haven't actually. I just believe in a little bit of magic, that's all."
"I still think the winter elves is a load of bullshit," he states. "Come on. Elves?"
"Yeah," you nod, semi-lying. "Yeah, I know."
From then on, it felt exhausting.
The continuous trudging in the snow with heavy boots felt overtiring, but determination was your factor that kept you persisting. You couldn't afford to miss a day— not when you didn't think of pulling out enough cash from the bank, so paying for a couple of nights at a motel in London will surely give your location away to your parents who are probably on a manhunt for you.
Just then, Jungkook, who was in front of you, stops.
It makes you bump into him, looking up from the white snow to give him a questioning look. Seeing that he points at something in front of him, you glance at the direction, noticing evident small houses that were seemingly built by branches scattered amongst the area.
"Is this it? Are these the winter elves we have to worry about? Oh man, I sure hope they don't eat my toes!" Jungkook howls, hands on his stomach as he pokes at one of the houses on a tree stump. "Oh no, I wonder if they're magical. Are they gonna freeze us to death?"
You stand up straight, rolling your eyes at him. "Pipe the fuck down, asshole," you scold him, punching his shoulder.
"Oh, come on, did you really believe there would be winter elves? Elves? Please, these are houses made out of branches that a hiker probably made—"
His words were muted out when your ears catching something similar to a musical pipe.
"Shh," you bring a finger to his mouth. "Do you hear that?"
Jungkook's words are mute with your finger pressed against his lips while your ears try to pick up what sounded more clearly like a faint flute folk song.
Scrunching his eyebrows, he brings a hand to your wrist, removing your hand from his lips and stares at you intently. Gazing up to him, you stand still when he comes near to you, bringing his previously muted lips to your ear.
"That's the wind," he whispers, causing you to exasperatingly sigh, lifting your hands to push him away as he cackles loudly that he was clenching his stomach once more.
Annoyed wasn't a term you'd settle with how you were feeling at the moment, but as you stand there, with arms crossed over your body, you wait for him to shut up. "For gods sake, come on."
Grabbing his arm, you continue to walk along the veiled trail, his laughter fading away after a long time, and once it did, your breath nearly stops when ahead you see a spread of lights.
"Is that it? The ski resort she was talking about?" Jungkook asks, panting as you shrug, continuing to walk as you saw people in layers walk around. You admire the colors they were wearing, some were neutrals, but some wore festive colors of red and green, gold and white.
"Come on, old man," you tell him as he was trailing further from you.
"Slow down a little bit, would you?" He calls for you as you throw a grin at him, turning back around to keep walking on the cobblestone sidewalk, mesmerized by the village.
After a few steps of being mesmerized of the things around you, you turn around, noticing that you weren't the only thing mesmerized by the things around you, but when you see Jungkook being swept away off his feet into what seems to be a pub by a strand of golden hair, you're once again, annoyed.
Pursing your lips, you let out a sigh and turn around, beginning to walk down the street, easily letting your contempt ease off your chest as you try to look for someone to help by yourself. You didn't even care if you were going to have to leave this ski resort by yourself, that was your whole purpose.
You walk further down, watching in awe as the people decorate their exteriors, putting up tinsel, lights and garlands, those carrying a fresh tree into their homes, and those carrying stacks of presents, curious at how festive the place was being.
Stopping in front of a store, you stare from the outside, admiring the exterior before your eyes narrow, attempting to peek inside the store.
First, you see a spectrum of colors of what your eyes focused to be wrapping paper of different designs and patterns galore. You think it's a gift store, but then, you observe that there are people in rows, wrapping boxes in a quick and swift motion. At first, you're marveling at how fast they're wrapping, tying it all off with a bow on top and tossing it in a pile of other finished presents before you're thinking they resemble something so familiar that—
You're distracted.
Realizing this, you tear your eyes away from the store, continuing to walk, searching for someone who was not tending to decorating or not busy in this ski resort to help you, only when you reach a revelation.
This was no ski resort— at least one without a ski left. And as if Evanora's raspy voice was echoing in your ear, you realize the mistake that you and Jungkook made; you separated.
It is with no hesitation that you're walking with a brisk pace, others on the street looking up at the foreigner walking towards the pub in such a hurry.
You pull on the door, a bell indicating that customer walked in, eyes searching for the person you were warned not to split from, implicitly ignoring that others were looking at you with a strange curiosity.
Walking inside and letting the door shut behind you, your eyes graze upon the small pub before they stop to the familiar raven-haired boy talking to the blonde in which her pernicious coquetry was evident even from afar.
You're about to grab Jungkook from his arm in attempt to drag him away, but you stop when you see that the blonde seductively takes a finger to his neck, tracing a line down his throat to hook her finger along the silver chain that was tucked under his shirt.
Nearly vomiting whatever was in your stomach at the sight in front of you, you crinkle your nose in utter remorse when Jungkook looks at her up and down, a smirk on his face.
The sight merely makes you leave the pub, until you turn around adamantly, only to remember what Evanora was saying— they tend to distract you from your purpose.
Groaning distinctly, you whip towards the idiot and the seducing winter elf, clearing your throat at the two who were sharing a laugh together.
"Oh, hey," Jungkook looks up at you briefly before looking back at the blonde. "There you are. Where were you?"
"Can I grab you for a second?" You say oddly sweetly, feigning the blonde a friendly smile lifted by your cheeks in which she returns one politely before going back to drinking from her cup. Without even hearing Jungkook try to object, you grab his arm hastily and take him outside.
Jungkook stumbles over his feet for a moment before the crisp winter air hits both of your faces on impact. "Woah there, gingercake. What's going on?" Even with a tug, it doesn't loosen your grip from his arm as you try to drag him away from the pub as fast as possible.
"We're leaving," you utter, but hearing that, Jungkook immediately stops, your turn to be the one stumbling.
Turning around with a huff, you give him a scowl, letting your hand that was digging into his arm go. He opens his mouth, his narrow eyes questioning your motive. "Why?"
"Jungkook, just listen to me."
He crosses his arms across his chest, a smug painting his features. "What if I don't want to?"
You half-heartedly scoff at him, shrugging. "Fine, then stay. I couldn't care less."
He opens his mouth to say something, but even when he could even process words to elicit, you're already turning around again, eyes focusing on the horizon that's being set as your only goal and focus. As you walk ahead with persistence, you curse in your head for even being kind enough to get him out a situation that could easily have him stripped.
"Hey, woah," Jungkook jogs up to reach in front of you. Stopping to raise an eyebrow at him, you observe him as he gives you an uncertain look. "Is that jealousy in your voice?"
"How rich," you scoff. "Jungkook, I am anything but jealous right now, and you're really testing me." Moving around him, you continuing to walk before he stops you again, looking around to find a gap between stores, pulling you to the side from the strangers who were walking past you both.
"You are!" He exclaims once he successfully pulls you away.
"Jungkook," you exasperate, before lowering your voice. "This is not the ski resort. This is the village Evanora warned us about."
"What?"
"You were flirting with a winter elf, idiot," you whisper loudly. "This is not a ski resort, it's a village of winter elves."
Jungkook half-heartedly laughs, shaking his head. When he sees that your face was anything but amused, his face morphs into confusion. "No, there's no such thing as—"
Rolling your eyes, you shut him up by moving closer to him, eyes not tearing away from his when you bring your finger to his neck, which ultimately makes him freeze at your sudden movements. As you're tracing down his throat, you don't think of anything more as you yank down the collar of his shirt, only to reveal what you originally suspected.
"Where's your necklace, Jungkook?" You ponder, your eyes never leaving his. Jungkook hesitates before he removes his eyes from yours and looks down, your hand not leaving its current state and exposing his bare, pale chest.
He inhales sharply before you finally let your hand go, waiting for his eyes to meet yours again. You take a step back, crossing your arms with slight arrogance as you offer an amused smile.
"She was trying to seduce you, Jungkook," you state. "So she could steal. She obviously did a good job when she made you forget your purpose and stole your necklace."
"For fuck's sake," Jungkook curses, running a hand through his hair. You were close to tell him 'I told you so', but you refrain when he takes your wrist and drags you out of the opening. "Let's go."
The scenery was beautiful, with the green hues that contrasted with the white that was almost so bright it blinded you, but with the little bit of sun that peeked from the clouds, you couldn't help but get distracted with everything around you.
It almost makes you feel like you don't have a crazy dad or an insane mother that expect you to be home in perfect condition just to sell you off to someone you don't know.
You must have been mindlessly walking and trudging in the snow with your boots nearly weighing you down because just when you bump into something, you're about to curse at yourself for being stupid to walk into a tree. That is, until you realize it wasn't a tree, it was Jungkook's form, who had idiotically taken a halt that caused you to bump into him.
"Jungkook—"
"Look," he cuts you off. Peering over his shoulder, your reaction had shifted from annoyance to awe when you notice that the evergreens weren't the only wonder.
Walking down to the ski resort was just over a hill, trudging over inches of snow and having to make sure not to fall face forward. Jungkook eventually sees a bit of struggle coming from you— to which, in your defense, he has an advantage due to his elongated legs— and reaches out to your for support. However, your adamancy slaps his hand away, continuing to walk over the hill to see more of the lights that contrasted the nearing night sky.
"Hey, question," he inquires aloud once the snow had reached scarce and just ahead were the many wooden buildings with warm lights.
Nodding, you spare him a glance, breathing almost heavy as you both continue to walk. "Shoot."
"Don't you think you could've stopped her when she was stealing my necklace?"
Jungkook reaches to your side as you both reach the icy street where people were bundled in clothes. What reassured you were the group of people walking down the street across from you, carrying their snowboarding gear inside a building, their laughter echoing down the streets.
Without pondering, you shrug. "I wasn't the one flirting with her."
"I'm going to ignore your raging jealousy here and ask you one more time—"
"Jungkook, I wasn't the idiot who easily got distracted and forgot what Evanora said," you cut him off. "She said that, lose each other you lose your purpose— and while you were being whisked away by some winter elf, I was trying to find someone to help us. It's not jealousy, it's called not being stupid."
"Great," he exhales deeply. You don't miss the stress that elicited along with it, you cocking your head to the side in sudden curiosity.
"Why? Was it important?"
He waves you off. "It was just a family necklace, that's all."
"A family necklace," you repeat, before scrunching your eyebrows. "Sounds pretty important to me."
"Doesn't matter anymore," he shakes his head as you both continue to walk down the village. "It's gone now."
Feeling a tad bit sympathetic, you reach up to him, matching his pace. "This," you say as you pull out your hand from your pocket. "This was handed to me by my mother which was given by her mother and by her mother and by her mother."
He peers down at your frozen hands, eyeing the ring. "What does the leaf mean?"
You don't tell him that the leaf meant growth.
In your mother's line of successful women, the ring was always passed down so long as there would be potential demonstrated. Your grandmother, being a former model, and your mother, having to be a broadway musical star, you were seen to have potential to be an heiress of the company your father runs— but it's too bad you distasted such high expectations. Hell, you were even willing to have the elves steal this rather Jungkook's necklace when all you're doing is creating a ruination in your line of successful women.
"It's alright," Jungkook says, shaking his head after noticing your reluctance. "You won't tell me your name, I can't expect you to tell me the meaning of your family ring."
At first, you're taken aback at how easy that was for him to say that, especially after trying to have you choke out your name. You stare, flabbergasted but almost grateful he didn't try to push this time.
"The necklace was given to me by my uncle from my mother's side," Jungkook explains nonchalantly as you both unconsciously walk towards the line of cabins that most likely held travelers. "Said he'd give it to his son if it weren't for the fact that his wife can only reproduce daughters."
Snorting, you quirk a smile at him. "How many daughters does he have?"
"Five," he chuckles. "All of who are very, very annoying."
"Why's that?"
"Annoying in a way that they're disgustingly successful," he says. "Runs in the blood except for mine."
To that, you let out a snigger. "I can definitely relate to that."
"What's this?" He laughs. "We're actually having a decent conversation?"
Rolling your eyes, you give him a nudge, shaking your head.
And oddly enough, for once the silence when both of your laughter dies isn't awkward— it's not tension nor is it uncomfortable. It's almost pleasant.
Jungkook, silently, looks at you in a peculiar fond way that makes you slow down your pace a bit. Your insides twist and turn in your stomach at the way he just stares at you without so much of a word— as if he's either judging you or he's admiring you, in which you're hoping deep down it's the former.
You're exhaling a shuddering breath when you desperately decide to ruin the moment, taking one of your hands out of your pocket at pointing at one of the cabins. "Over there," you declare, cheeks beginning to redden. "Let's try over there."
And you do not miss a second to speed up your pace, careful on the slippery street not to slip, hearing Jungkook walking behind you.
When you finally reach to a random cabin with a car parked outside, you're silently hoping that they would answer the door to two strangers.
And with each second passed and your hopes were falling, you hear the door unlatch, your ears perking at the sound when the door opens. A man, wearing a red plaid flannel and a black beanie opens it with a confused look.
"Hello?" He asks and your eyes light up.
"Hi!" You cheerily state, relieved that someone was even willing to open the door. "Sorry to be such a bother, but we're stranded and we were hoping if you knew where the nearest bus station is?"
The stranger nods with a warm smile. "It's down the hill, actually. Quite a trip on foot."
"Is it?" Jungkook asks. "Are there any taxis or maybe Ubers that you know of that's available here?"
The stranger shakes his head. "Nope, but I'd be gladly to drop you guys off there."
"Wait, really?" You ask in surprise, looking at Jungkook with excited eyes. "That'd be really great!"
"Of course," he gleams. "I'm assuming you both need to get to your families for Christmas."
Jungkook and you exchange glances. "Something like that."
"I'll let my wife know and grab the keys."
"Thank you!" You call out, the door being left a crack open as you turn over with Jungkook with excitement. You're nearly about to squeal when Jungkook gives this uncertain look that throws your whole excitement out the window. "Alright, what's in your panties that got you in a twist?"
"You really trust this guy?"
Your expression falls, shrugging. "He's got a car— unless you want to walk another who-knows miles on foot by yourself?"
"We can't trust everyone we meet, you know."
Ironic he said that. Your expressions falls as you narrow your eyes. "Says the one who trusted a winter elf."
Sure, pettiness could be drawn from tHe opens his mouth to make a riposte, but the stranger comes back with his keys and a coat over his shoulders.
"I'm Seokjin, by the way," he introduces himself as he unlocks the car, both you and Jungkook sitting the backseat. He turns the engine on, immediately turning on the heater that felt like cold air at first.
When he backs up out of the snow without the problem of getting stuck, you feel your body at ease as you finally realize that your plan was setting back on track.
Seokjin speaks up, apparently disliking the silence that you both elicited. "How did you guys get stranded?"
"Our bus left without us," you tell him. "It was his fault."
Jungkook gapes at your accusation. "Oh, nice, we're pointing fingers now?"
Couldn't help but laugh in return, you counterfeit a smile. "Can't deny it."
"You know, for a person to look so nice," Jungkook tilts his head to the side. "You're an absolute pain."
"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee," you send a wink his way, immediately frowning afterwards. "Piss off, Jungkook."
"Love to, gingercake, but looks like we're stuck with each other for—"
And just then, Jungkook's voice trails off by the sonorous jolly laugh that comes from the man in the front seat. You turn your attention to him, wondering why on earth he would be laughing. "Sorry. You both remind me of my wife and I."
"What?" Jungkook and you say in unison.
"We used to banter like that a lot."
To that, you snort. "Banter is an understatement. Can't help it when he's a walking idiot."
"And she's a headache in human form," Jungkook pipes in, to which you glare in return.
"Well, my wife used to call me dick for brains," he adds, a jolly chuckle following after as he reminisces his memory lane. "But, I guess I must have warmed up to her if she somehow let dick for brains marry her."
"Yeah, well, she's much more stubborn and colder than that. I don't even know her name."
"You don't?" His eyes peer in the rearview mirror to give us a glance.
"We just met. And besides," you reason, shifting uncomfortably in the seat. "It's not important."
It really wasn't. Your name isn't really your identity when all you think about when you hear it is high expectations. If you let your name be known, everyone is bound to find out who you are and eventually— with word getting around— your mother will find out where you are running away to.
Sure, you could make up a fake name, but you'd be creating bridges even after this trip you know you're going to have to burn them.
He chuckles. "I remember my wife being that stubborn. She really wanted me to give up on her."
"I'm guessing you didn't," you observe.
"She was worth all the constant banters, I'll tell you that," he shakes his head. "Once, she didn't want to admit she was sorry for keeping us a secret from her friends and family. It took her three months of guilt to finally say sorry."
"Three months?" Jungkook ponders. Seokjin nods behind the wheel.
"It took her time to tell her friends and family about us, but she eventually apologized."
"She must have been scared to want to hide it from them."
The idiot next to you snorts. "Or embarrassed."
"Scared," he answers. "Which is why I forgave her the day I found out about it."
"And you let her feel guilty for three months?"
"I knew she was sorry from the beginning. I just didn't think that the most adamant person in the world would even think of apologizing to me," he chuckles. "But hey, eventually she did."
To that, Jungkook lets out a chuckle before he's making a trip around the roundabout, making a stop in front of a wide building.
"Here's your stop," he says, putting the car in park. "You two have a nice Christmas, alright?"
You smile at him. "You and your wife as well. Thank you again for helping us."
He shoots you a smile just before you close the car door. "Anytime."
When you hurry inside the bus station, you totally forget about the time until you see it on the massive clock built in the station, and you sincerely hope that the next bus ride to Brussels would be in the next 2 hours. Luckily, as you and Jungkook stood in line for awhile, you both get a ticket for the next bus to your destination which comes in the next twenty minutes.
And as you're trying to forage for remaining cash, you realize that you were short. Jungkook must have noticed this when he coolly steps up and gives his cash, paying for his and your ticket. You look at him, surprised, when they give two tickets to him.
"You didn't need to do that," you utter to him as he gives your ticket.
He shoots you a winning smile, a wink following after. "All you have to say is thank you."
The entire trip of having to hike down the woods was more exhausting than the plane ride to Milan that you couldn't help yourself when you fall asleep on the bus ride. Jungkook must have knocked out too when you wake up in the middle of a bus stop, head on his shoulder.
You think of the possible reason as to why he would be going to Brussels. After all, this whole trip was of him trying to ask questions of you, not the other way around. And it's not like you weren't interested— it wasn't your priority to get to know someone you won't end up knowing in the next week anyways.
Because like everything in the world, not everything is permanent.
You let your head fall onto his shoulder once more, basking in the comfort that will only last for so long.
Getting off the bus at your desired location, you both realize that it reached dusk, the sun had made its set and the night has become dark. It made a stop just nearby a grand area of colorful lights that intrigued you from afar.
You turn around to face Jungkook who stretches as he hops off the bus. Shooting tired smile your way, you decide to give one back.
"Do you want to go see what's over there?" You ask him, nodding your head towards the place that caught your attention.
His eyes flicker from what you were indicating to yours, a mischievous look painting over his former tired one before he angles his arm, in which you gladly take as you both make way to the bright, shining lights before you.
It doesn't take you long to realize that it's some sort of Christmas Market, as advertised by some of the posters that you saw on the way to the big area.
There were chatters and squeals and Christmas songs galore and despite the weather being cold and brisk, you felt warm.
Saying that there were colorful lights would be an understatement, when really, the Christmas Market looked like an utter theme park within itself. The tall, elongated buildings were decorated from head to toe and even the gazebos that gave shelter to those selling— it was all breathtaking.
It must have taken Jungkook's breath away too when you catch him eye goggling at the many fascinating attractions around him.
"So," you begin, ready to take your first bite from your waffle that Jungkook bought for you after he saw you eyeing it from afar. "Why did you want to come to Brussels?"
The questions surprises him, but his answer was responded with ease. "To start anew."
"Does it have to do with the whole success-running-in-family's-blood-besides-yours thing?"
"You could see it that way," he chuckles. "Or simply because life as it is now for me isn't exciting."
You give him a look, lowering your waffle. "You sound discontent."
"And you sound like you know exactly what I'm talking about."
Chuckling, you shrug. "Well, I'll just say that my trip isn't so much of a nice vacation."
"Hm, you sound tired of the life you have."
"Sounds like you know exactly what I'm talking about."
And with that, both of your words are left in the air as you both are walking down, side by side, down the streets of the brightly lit Christmas market, being thousands of miles away from home.
In your own thoughts, you think about the what if's. What if you didn't hear your parents talk about an arranged marriage for you? What if you actually were forced into it like everything you've ever done in your life? What if you're walking down the aisle to meet a man you haven't even said one word to? What if you end up not loving him?
This wasn't any type of romantic story where two strangers eventually fall in love through force, this is was an ending to your own story. Realistically, there's a chance that the person you're going to marry isn't the prince charming or the knight in shining armor that anyone would expect.
And there goes your life.
Gone and wasted, and not being able to give it a second chance.
However, you weren't letting that happen now— not at this moment in time.
"Do you think that such high expectations can be overbearing?" You ponder out loud, glancing at Jungkook who was a bit startled by your sudden question.
"A lot of the times," he responds. "Why? What type of high expectations are you being held to?"
"Doing something that I don't want to do," you state honestly. "That's why I came all the way here."
"Avoiding it?"
"You could see it that way."
"Can't avoid it forever," Jungkook says. Can't avoid it forever.
You don't think you've ever seen a light show— or at least not one against a building that brings people's jaws to the ground, so when you're watching it, you're absolutely mesmerized.
The lights were dancing and moving in a fluid motion, you were marveling each second of it.
There's a feeling in your chest. So bright and so merry, you finally understand why almost everyone loves Christmas. With your family either being busy during the holidays, you never realized that this is what you're supposed to feel like. Light and finally content.
Gleaming up at Jungkook, you only smile wider when you realize you caught his eyes. "What is it?"
There was this ghost of a smile on his face that he hides. "Nothing."
You give him a nudge, smugly grinning at him. "It's a simple question."
When he hears you repeat his statement in target to him, he gives this smirk— and for once you're not looking away in irritation or giving him some snarky comment back because when his eyes flicker to your lips and back to your eyes, you knew what was bound to happen.
And you were inevitably going to let it.
Jungkook, with gentle hands, brings you to him, pressing his warm lips onto yours and it is as if you felt your entire body just melt. You move softly against his lips, savoring every bit, but your lips were not helping themselves when they curl into a smile.
He is warm. Like a mug filled with hot chocolate, he is a fireplace on a Christmas eve, and admittedly, you've never been this warm in the cold.
When he lets go, he's looking at you with eyes shaped as crescents. "You trust me enough to kiss you but not know your name?"
To that, you let out a joyous laugh, reaching up on your tip-toes to kiss his cheek. "I'll have you know that revealing your name is dangerous."
Jungkook scoffs, dropping his hands from your cheeks. "How dangerous could yours be?"
You bit back a smile at his subtle frustration, grabbing his falling hands and holding them in yours. "Very."
And all throughout the night, it was filled with cheer and excitement as Jungkook and you strolled around in the everlasting lights. Free samples and attractions at its finest, you both spent your time together forgetting you two had lives you're running away from.
And until your legs couldn't hold you up much longer, you had to go find a nearby motel for the night, forgetting that you had to leave early in the morning for a ferry.
Jungkook and you fought for paying for the room, but Jungkook, being charming in a revolting way, inevitably wins and chooses a room where you both end up with a fireplace and a king bed together.
Just before your eyes were closing, time spent with him was filled with giggles and laughter in the air. He tells you about this one story of how, one Christmas, he thought he saw Santa Clause, but it just his dad's friend dressed in a suit trying to climb chimney for his sake. The story makes you laugh, and though almost unbelievable, it makes you flutter your eyes close, reaching a deep sleep that you desperately needed.
That morning, you feel like a child on Christmas morning— even when Christmas isn't for the next week. You felt excitement twist in turn as curiosity has gotten the best of you that all you wanted to do was run downstairs and open the presents that Santa brought.
However, the feeling was fleeting— because even children soon realize that Santa isn't real. And that breaking feeling was because of reality that waves over you as your eyes fixate on the sun that peeked through the window.
Waking up to Jungkook next to you, lightly snoring, makes you feel all sorts of butterflies— something you haven't felt in such a long while. You feel almost giddy, knowing that there's someone there and it just happened to be him, but of course, you knew it wasn't going to last long.
Not wanting to leave without goodbye, you bring your hand to his arm, giving him a little shake as you wake him up. A smile creeping on your face as he groggily awakes, squinting at your active presence.
"Hey," you say quietly. "I have to go."
Go was what made him sit up in bed quickly. "What?" He asks, voice raspy.
"I have a ferry to catch," you say as he rubs his eyes. "I wasn't going to stay in Belgium."
"You weren't?" He frowns. "Where are you heading?"
"London," you reply and you watch as his tired face falls, sitting up straight. "It was nice. You know, meeting you and all."
He smirks at you. "The feeling's mutual."
To that, you smile. "Well," you shrug, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. It was the least you could do. "Merry Christmas, Jungkook."
"Wait!" He pulls your arm back when you pull away. Raising an eyebrow at him, he looks at you with hopeful eyes. "Not even a name?"
You think you'd owe him a name, but you shake your head. "Maybe the next time I see you," you bit back a smile. "But, no worries, I won't forget yours."
When you get to Hana's place in London, you're glad that you made it just in time before she left for Amsterdam. You were also glad that your duffel bag and backpack that were stranded in the bus that left without you was brought to Hana's after you filed a claim for your missing belongings at the bus station.
Hana welcomed you with an embrace, bombarding you with questions that you didn't have time to answer because she had to leave that night, but she made sure she had enough time to catch up with you. You don't tell her about the colossal, mad adventure you had with Jungkook and how he lingers in your thoughts, but instead you tell her about the good things you expect to happen in your time in London.
And before she left to the airport, she gives you a hug, wishing you all the best luck for the holiday season in exploring a city you haven't been to. While you had the house to yourself for less than 24 hours, you realized that all good things come to end.
Especially when you answer the door and your mother is on the other side, hands on her hips.
You completely froze seeing upon her arrival. "Mom, what are you... what are you doing here?"
Without a word, she barges in, sitting on the orange sofa that Hana owns, crossing a leg over her other as she looks at you with darting eyes. "You think I don't remember Hana moving to London? I knew after you took that trip to Greece that you would make a spontaneous trip to London knowing that Hana lives here, but I didn't expect it this soon— oh." Your mother points at you. "—You are something else."
Being yelled at by your own mother felt like a chore, so you calmly close the front door she walked through, walking over to her. "Mom, I don't want to get married."
Her eyebrows furrow together. "___."
"Look, I'm an adult. Most moms want you to focus on finishing college and being able to make a living for yourself, but no, my mom wants me to focus on being presentable— not to mention that she wants to give me away so quickly! And it's not even with a person I love."
"___—"
You shake your head, cutting her off. "You are not making me go back there and marry someone I don't know."
"Sweetheart," she begins before she stands up, searching for your eyes. "You ran all the way here just because you didn't want to get married?"
"I ran all the way here to live, Mom. I wanted to live and experience life without having to worry about what the media has to think about me. Or having to put on a fake smile knowing that I'm a CEO's daughter and the heiress and that if I mess up, that's on me."
Your mother frowns, but you can only shrug in response. "For once, I just wanted to live. Is that so bad?"
Finally, you give her her turn. You hear her sigh, almost disappointingly, but if a little disappointment is what will give you what you need, then you can live with it. "Darling, I think then this is a good time to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
She lets out another sigh. "You're not really getting married."
You blink. "What?"
"You must have overheard your father and I when he were talking with Mr. Jeon, but we didn't want to tell you when we first arranged it."
"Why not?"
"Because you're not actually getting married," she enunciates. "You're having a wedding to look like you're married, but you don't have to go through with it."
You open your mouth in confusion, but immediately close it when your mother continues.
"In order for your father to establish this business proposal with Arua&Co., the CEO's grandfather needs the approval. By doing that, he needs a traditional reason as to have two major companies combine rather than a very good proposal, and that solution is a wedding."
"But, how—"
"Our loophole is that he specifically said he wanted a wedding, not a marriage— not to have both of our kids actually marry each other. So, if you're dressing up and looking as if you're getting married, you don't have to go through saying 'I do' if you don't want to."
"So you're not really giving my life to someone I don't know."
"That's sick," she full-heartedly scoffs. "I may expect a lot from you, ___, but this is just the one thing we really need you to do. After that day, you're still single as you want to be."
"Really?"
"Yes, and..." Her voice trails off as you cock your head to the side. "I wanted to tell you this, but because you ran away so soon..." She pauses before she looks at you with a motherly gaze, one that you haven't seen in a long time. "I know that your father and I have a lot of expectations from you, but I know you're an adult. And you need to live your life." You felt your stomach clench. "If you want your freedom, I'll give it to you."
Your jaw nearly falls but she puts her finger up quickly. "With certain restrictions!"
"That's fine— anything!" Nearly squealing, your eyes widen with happiness. "You really mean that?"
"Yes, I'm tired of having to be dreaded by you— my own flesh and blood," your mother laughs. "So, you don't have to come to any of the events we go on. But you will go to the ones we need you to be there for. And you can leave without being monitored, just— shoot me a text from now on. I'm going to get a heart attack the next time you decide to go halfway across the country without letting me know," she says begrudgingly that you couldn't help but give her hug.
A hug that was genuine. A hug that you haven't given her in a long time.
"Really?" You ask, voice muffled in the hug.
"Really. Merry Christmas, honey," she promises, basking into the hug. "Now, can we go home? After you shower? You smell the bus."
To that, you lightly chuckle, nodding. "Right, but— can I do one more thing?" You ask, pulling away to give her a sheepish look. "Can we go to Switzerland real fast?"
It was a long story of how he managed to be back here, but long story short, Jungkook is one day in Brussels having beer, and now his two best friends are helping him put on a suit.
"I told you running away from your problems is never a good idea," Namjoon says as tends to the cuffs of Jungkook's scarlet velvet suit. Namjoon, the always practical one, was not helping his dread at all on this day.
Jungkook, groaning, looks at himself in the mirror, never thinking that this is how he would be spending his Christmas eve. "I don't want to be here."
"Well, you are and you're going to marry the girl, whether you like it or not," Hoseok asserts, flipping carelessly through his magazine of interior design.
"Thanks," Jungkook says with a hint of sarcasm.
Namjoon chuckles. "You're gonna wanna say I do anyways. I just met her and she's actually really cool."
"It's just... weird. I've never met her in my life and now I'll be spending the rest of it with her," Jungkook states and immediately he thinks of you— the stubborn girl he doesn't know the name and now he's probably never going to find her and actually know her name. Not when he's going to be all over the media platforms after this wedding and you to find out that he's actually an heir to Arua&Co. and married to some girl who probably isn't as adamant, or pretty, or curious as you.
Namjoon shrugs. "Yeah, well. You'll form a bond somehow."
Jungkook looks up from his suit after hearing a bond. Mind immediately tracing back to what the witch— if she even is one— Evanora said: a wreath's bond.
It doesn't take long before Jungkook raises an eyebrow, recalling the moment of when he sat down at the table across from the stranger and next to the witch, stating some sort of phrase— a riddle.
"The day you will see two of me is the same day you won't need me unless you say you do— it's today," Jungkook speaks.
"Aw, shit. Great," Namjoon announces, letting go of Jungkook's cuff and tending to his own collar. "Jungkook's been in Europe too long he's saying some whack ass shit."
Hoseok chuckles, continuing to flip through his magazine. "I'm telling you, bro, Switzerland is fucking crazy."
"No, you guys. Two of me— she meant the rings— the wedding rings. You do— she meant saying I do. It's a wedding day. She must be here."
"What," the man who finally looks up at his magazine cocks his head to the side. "Now you solve random riddles? What did they feed you in Brussels?"
Jungkook, without so little of a hesitation, gets out of the groom's room of the venue, running down the hallway to the grand venue of the warehouse of where the lights are all around, there are mistletoe hung, and all sorts of greens bringing color to the room. But what he was searching for was the most vibrant of it all— only to realize that he sees anyone but you.
And to himself, he scoffs, thinking of how foolish he could have been to actually believe a witch who possibly could not have been one in the first place.
The dress you wear is lace, from your sleeves to your shoulders. Usually, you'd complain about wearing sleeves on a wedding dress— hell, you'd complain about every little thing that isn't much an inconvenience just to piss your parents off for having a bratty daughter. From the wedding dress, to wedding makeup, to the bouquet, to the food— everything will seem just wrong to you— but having that certainty and approval to say no doesn't make you peep one dreadful word.
Admittedly, you liked the idea of having this wedding. It was like a trial run— and you didn't have to oblige to any commitment.
Your mother walks in on you as you had just put on a dress, hair curled, and light makeup— your mother looks at you so lovingly.
"You picked this dress out, huh?" You ask her and she scoffs.
"Only the best for my daughter," she smirks as she walks over to give you a hug. She wore a deep green dress paired with a fur shawl. "You look beautiful. Even if you're not actually getting married today."
To that, you laugh, shaking your head. "If I have to be a runaway bride, might as well look good doing it."
"That's the spirit," your mother smiles, taking one more look at you. "Are you alright?"
"Just preparing how to dramatically say I don't," you joke, earning a mood lightener in the air. "Is the wedding starting?"
Your mother nods. "Your father is waiting for you outside. Whenever you're ready."
It feels odd, truthfully. About to go marry someone you haven't even properly been introduced to yet, but you try not to think about it— because after all, you don't have to go through with it.
As your arm is interlocked with your father's and you were holding red roses and ferns, you couldn't help but think that this was some sort of fairytale, only for one that you were going to run away from anyways. You think of this just as your father would— solely just business.
As you hear the wedding song play in the audible warehouse, you take a deep breath, your father, giving you a reassuring smile before he starts to take his steps.
Do brides normally feel queasy? No, what were you thinking— you're not actually a bride, and you're not actually going to be married.
Your reassurance in your head makes you feel calm until you're stopping at a spot from across the aisle, where everyone had stood from their seats, countless pairs of eyes staring at you, and only you. Time had froze, but that's not what's making you freeze altogether.
Because standing on the other aisle is Jungkook, the boy from the bus, the boy who went to Brussels who wanted to start anew, the boy who was so curious as to what your name was, the boy—
He was the boy he made you warm in the coldest of nights.
"You alright?" Your father whispers to you, snapping you out of your trance you realized you were in.
"Yes," you answer, eyes not tearing away from Jungkook's.
The person in the velvet suit, waiting for you is just as much in a shock as you are, eyes almost wide, and a look that almost seems like he's relieved to see you. As if he had found oxygen again.
From finally standing in front of him, to staring at him with surprised looks on your faces while the ceremony was taking place, to the very end, you had so many questions and had so many things to say, but couldn't. Instead, you stare at him, thinking what you could possibly say to him to be in this crazy coincidence.
"Do you, Jeon Jungkook, take ___ as your loving wife?"
"I do," he says, his eyebrows scrunching as that was his first time hearing your name. You almost want to snort out loud at how peculiar it is to first hear someone you've been dying to know's name at an alter— standing in front of you. And just immediately, it shakes you because just before, you were thinking of the many ways of how to say you don't, you're actually thinking of saying I do.
"Do you, ___, take Jeon Jungkook as your loving husband?"
The question, that you were so prepared to either say I don't or to runaway dramatically, was left in the air, as you pause. In that moment, you couldn't help but look at the crowd, expecting an answer that was almost obvious— but when looking at your mother for reassurance, she gives you this look and a shrug.
Only if you want to.
Eyes meeting back to Jungkook's chocolate ones, you take a deep breath.
"I do."
"Then Jungkook, you may now kiss the bride."
And there's this big grin you couldn't hide when you notice his little smug look before he's leaning in, recreating the night of when the lights were shining so bright and when just a single kiss could warm you up.
"___," he breathes your name out as if it were fresh air once he releases you from the kiss. "Not as dangerous as I thought."
You scoff, a smile growing. "Just you wait."
He gives you one more look before he kisses you once more, lifting you up from the ground. This time you kiss him harder, confused, yet grateful that this is how you two would meet again— right under your noses.
When he sets you down gently as a feather, he gives you one more look before you slowly both turn over to the crowd who were muted by the moment you had with Jungkook. There was clapping and there was screaming— and you don't even realize that Hyunjung crashes into you with the biggest hug.
"I'm sorry! I tried my best to divert your mom when she asked me if you were in London!" She says, nearly taking your life away as she squeezes you.
"It's fine, Hyunjung— just let me go," you beg, attempting to push her away. As she finally lets go, she gives you look from your eyes to the bottom of your dress.
"I didn't think you'd go through with it," she says, eyes almost tearing up. Rolling your eyes at her, you notice that your mother is walking up beside the nearly crying Hyunjung, an eyebrow raised.
"Neither did I," your mother intervenes. "Is it because he's good looking that you decided to say yes?"
Turning your head to look over at Jungkook who was being hugged and patted down by his groomsmen, you look back to your mother, a big smile painting your features.
"No, actually," you begin. "We know each other."
Your mother is surprised by your answer. "You do?"
"Yes," you smile, looking over at Jungkook. You don't tell her that he was the person who you were stuck with the whole day— the person who made you believe that you could actually live.
"I guess it all works out in the end, doesn't it?" Hearing your mother say that to Hyunjung, you smile to yourself before you're approaching Jungkook who had been waiting for you, and probably has been for awhile.
"I knew you'd be here."
"Really now?" You challenge.
"The day you see two of me is the day same day you say you do," he fluidly states causing you to open your moth amusedly. "A wedding day."
"So, you believe in witches now?"
"Not witches. But maybe just a little bit of magic," he laughs, before he grabs at your waist smoothly, guiding you down the aisle in which you both walk down it, the many people clapping for the newlyweds.
Once he reaches the end where the photographer was snapping pictures, he lets one hand rest at your waist and the other to cup your cheek. He's close, so tremendously close, that his lips only graze yours.
"___," he breathes out with a smirk. "I'm never going to stop saying your name."
And when he kisses you, you feel warm all over again.
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UT - Growing Pains
Summary: Even if they don't fully understand it, the monsters try to offer Frisk comfort and support when she gets her first period.
With a thundering heart, a lump in her throat and tears pricking her wide eyes, Frisk stared down at the wet, warm fabric twisted around her ankles.
Something was wrong with her. Her HP hadn’t changed and yet she was bleeding.
She had woken up, achy, hot and needing the bathroom just a few minutes ago. She should have known the dull, deep stomachache wasn’t normal, but seeing the dark, sticky seat of her pajamas only compounded the growing panic. Blood, she’d seen before. Blood that appeared for no reason? How could that happen?
A choked noise escaped as her first thought was of resets—something she’d done, a fight, an injury from another timeline, quite literally bleeding into this one, but how could that happen without any HP evidence? She had checked and doubled-checked it, finding no damage, which meant healing items wouldn’t do anything to help.
Was she sick? The tremors running through her and the feverish heat clinging to her might confirm it. Alphys might figure it out, but if it scared her as much as it was scaring Frisk, what if she couldn’t focus on finding a way to fix it?
Don’t cry. You…You’ve had worse than this. A lot worse. Just…stay determined.
Sucking in a ragged breath and biting her lip to hold it, Frisk kicked off the stained pants and, after a moment’s thought, hesitantly shuffled for one of the bathroom towels to wrap herself. Legs weak underneath her, stomach throbbing and jittery with nerves, she shuffle-limped tearfully out of the bathroom and down the hall.
Mom will know. She knows a lot, she has to know. She can make it okay.
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As it turned out, though she had no firsthand experience with it, Toriel did know. She now had Frisk bundled up against her on the couch, head resting on her knee as she ran a paw over her hair and warm forehead. With a low, quivery sigh the child relaxed, soothed by the ministrations.
It had taken some doing to get there; the early morning had been fraught with panic. Papyrus’ scream when he found bloody trousers in the bathroom had woken everyone in the house and forced Toriel to fight for some semblance of control. She had given the shortest explanation possible for the sake of time and then sent Papyrus to the store with a list of some basic supplies. Speaking of which, Toriel could hear his scrambling strides long before he kicked open the door.
“The great Papyrus returns! I bring all of the necessary provisions for your ultimate care and comfort, human!” he hollered breathlessly, grocery bags brimming in his arms. “You will be pleased to hear that after clearing the so-called ‘Feminine Care’ aisle, I took the liberty of sweeping the ‘Health and Wellness’ aisle for disinfectant, bandages and gauze!”
“As much as we appreciate your thoughtfulness, Papyrus, my child isn’t injured,” Toriel reminded him patiently.
“How can that be?” he scoffed as he shuffled his burdens onto the nearby table. At least a dozen packs of pads in varying sizes spilled out and onto the floor. “I was told before I left that she was bleeding and in pain! Is that not still true, human?”
Tired, halfhearted signs from Frisk assured him that it was very much the truth and he huffed, folding his arms and giving the Queen an expectant stare that spoke volumes of “You see?”
“U-Um, I’ve been doing a lot of research on h-human biology,” Alphys piped up. “T-Tori—Queen Toriel asked me to find out whatever I could s-since Frisk is staying with her f-for the foreseeable future…So anyway…No, she’s not injured, Papyrus. Approximately half of the human p-population experiences bleeding like this every month, once they c-come of age.”
“Wh—Seriously? Frisk is going to get laid up like this every single month? As in every month, every year, forever?!” Undyne sputtered. “That’s just a big hassle! Humans come with so many botched parts! Never mind bleeding out; if I were the one dealing with it, I’d probably just get bored to death!”
“Good heavens, Frisk is not going to bleed to death!” Toriel exclaimed, paw tightening against Frisk’s head as she shuddered. “It is only a small portion of blood to lose. She ought to be well again in a week or so. Correct, Alphys?”
“Yeah, that’s right! She should be j-just fine,” Alphys promised hastily, wringing her claws as she mustered the courage to rush on. “And, Undyne, I think that if humans like her do have to deal with this every month, it…it must make them p-pretty tough. Right? So Frisk shouldn’t, um…be made to feel bad about it. You know?”
She must have noticed how the flush in Frisk’s face had deepened, leading her to curl deeper into her throw blanket. After everything Frisk had done to influence their kind, it was easy to forget sometimes that she could still be a scared, uncertain kid. For a moment Undyne looked stricken at the realization, throwing her hands up in surrender.
“Oh! I wasn’t implying she should feel bad about it! She probably already feels bad enough; it’s gotta suck! It’s not her fault her body’s turning traitor. Uhh…” Hoping to compensate, she forced a toothy grin. “Hey! Maybe it’ll make for some sick scars!”
Rather unlikely, Toriel thought with some amusement, though she didn’t correct her. Undyne seemed to have the same trouble that Papyrus did, understanding blood without a wound.
“Hey, kid. I got a bag of rice warmed up,” Sans greeted as he strolled out of the kitchen toward the couch. “Should be nice for your side, right? Down but hot out.”
“Brother! You actually cooked something?” Papyrus gasped, belatedly forced to fight his instinctive smile in exchange for a distasteful sniff. “Of course, I would feel some modicum of pride for you if it weren’t for that infuriating pun!”
“Well, that’s not very rice of you,” Sans retorted, laying an affected hand over his soul. “That heat me too close to home! If you’re going to insult some rare, special edition cooking, at least give me some advance warming.”
He glanced to the couch, where the lump under the blanket was shaking in silent laughter. Toriel chuckled too and it spurred him on. “I put in a hot of effort to do this, y’know. It was no easy heat. Maybe it’ll leave a hot to be desired—or for all I know, this is as good as it sweats! I had to rice to the challenge and give it my best hot, for the kid’s sake. Don’t grain on my parade.”
“Alright, alright! By the time you finish, it’s sure to go cold!” Papyrus groaned, shoving Sans toward the couch so he could hand the rice bag off to its owner. “How did you successfully use the same ‘hot’ wordplay more than once in four sentences?!”
“I’m just that good.” At Toriel’s nod of approval, Sans poked a couple of fingers under the blanket, pulling its corner back to reveal Frisk wearing a watery smile. He returned it. “There, see? That’s the brave kid we know. You’ve got this.”
She accepted the hot bag with a signed thank-you, wincing faintly as she draped it over her sore stomach. It would stay toasty for a good, long while, warmth trapped under the blanket’s folds.
“And, uh, don’t tell your mom or anything,” Sans added with a quick wink to counter Toriel’s raised eyebrow. “But I might have snagged some chocolate I can sneak to you later. If you’re gonna be lazing around with me for a week, I gotta show you how to get cavities properly.”
“I must applaud your model example, my friend,” Toriel huffed, though it didn’t hold too much reproach. Her mind was already wandering. If Chara were still…That chocolate would have been long gone before Sans could come across it.
This bleeding was just another reminder of how quickly Frisk was growing up. How would Chara have treated this coming of age, had it come to pass? How comforted would Frisk be to have a sibling who understood?
With wistful fondness, she would always be left to wonder.
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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Fifty-Seven: Aquarium ]
[ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Yamanaka Ino, Haruno Sakura Hyūga Hiashi ]
[ SasuHina ]
[ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ]
[ AO3 Link ]
The day after her surgery, Hinata is back in school as though nothing ever happened. In fact, the only notable difference is the now-defunct timer implanted into her left wrist. The one that, only hours after receiving it, went off when she came face to face with a boy named Sasuke Uchiha.
...it’s a bit of a long story.
Her father - furious despite the implant being his idea - immediately forbade Hinata from contacting her supposed soulmate until she turned eighteen. But blurting out her name and getting Sasuke’s in return, Hinata has found a bit of a workaround: social media.
Her father has never been big into it, so it’s safe to say that he likely hasn’t thought of the idea himself, and therefore hasn’t told Hinata she’s forbidden from doing so. Contacting the boy via Twitter that night, she got to talk to him for about an hour before they both had to call it a day.
And now, here she is, back at school and timer uncovered from its gauze.
As soon as she arrives, Ino and Sakura swarm her, trying to get a peek at the time.
“Come on, come on! Let us see!”
“There’s nothing to see…”
“What harm will it do, ‘nata?”
“No, I...I mean that literally. There’s nothing.” Holding out her arm, she reveals the clock run down to all zeros.
Both girls stare with wide eyes. “...wait..did it come that way? Did you already meet them?”
“No.”
“...so it already went off?!”
“Yesterday. At the hospital, before I even l-left.”
Sakura and Ino’s eyes go wiiide, mouths agape. “...no way…”
“Who was it?!”
“A boy named Sasuke Uchiha.” She then goes on to detail her father’s fury at the happenstance, and her sneaking behind his back to talk him.
“Wow...never thought you’d be the sort to disobey your dad,” Ino teases.
“I mean, this is her soulmate we’re talking about here!” Sakura insists. “Of course she’s gonna push on in the name of love!”
Hinata gives a small, sheepish laugh. “I-I mean...it isn’t really love yet. We barely know each other…”
“But it will be! Come on, Hinata - stop being a skeptic and accept the power of the timers!”
“...I’ll see how it goes.”
“So, any chance you’ll get to see him with your dad being such a jerk?” Ino then asks.
“Well...I was hoping I could ask you guys for a little h-help with that.”
They both immediately grin, exchanging a knowing glance. “Well, duh!”
“It won’t be for a while. I want to let things, um...die down a bit first, okay?” She doesn’t mention also wanting to get to know Sasuke better, knowing they’ll both just roll their eyes. “Once he’s not so grumpy, w-we’ll maybe have some kind of...outing! I’ll go alone with you guys, and message Sasuke...and he’ll just happen to be there…!”
“Ooh, I like where this is going,” Ino agrees with a smirk. “So very sneaky, Hinata! Well I never!”
“Just let us know, and we’ll figure it out,” Sakura agrees with a gesture. “Leave it to us!”
“Thanks, guys.”
With that plan ready to unfurl when it’s ready, Hinata just...keeps on as she always has, with the added aspect of talking to Sasuke. At first it’s all just your typical small talk: piecing together the more mundane aspects of each other to get a better feel for who they are. And slowly, things get a little deeper.
“He didn’t start acting sick until he was about eighteen. Not bad enough to really be noticed, anyway. Now he’s twenty-one, and doing all of his college courses online to stay home where he’s less likely to be exposed to something.”
“Oh my gosh…”
“It’s just kinda become the new normal, you know? He’s been doing really well. Just gotta hope that keeps up.”
“Tell him I’m...I’m rooting for him.”
“I will. Sorry for uh...kinda unloading there.”
“No, I was the one who asked. Um...want me to trade a story?”
“Sure.”
“My mom passed away due to complications with my little sister being born. I was only about five when we lost her. I can only remember bits and pieces of her…”
“Oh man...I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, it was...a long time ago.”
Then, after three weeks of talking almost constantly...the pair agree that the time has come to try meeting face to face again. This time without the shock...or Hiashi.
“So...any ideas?”
“I know, I know! Look, I just saw this trending,” Ino offers, showing her phone’s screen. “There’s a new exhibit at the aquarium!”
“...does Sasuke like fish?” Sakura asks, clearly not sure if this is the best plan.
“I...I don’t know. But it’s something to do, and pretty p-plausible for me to go so Dad doesn’t get suspicious.” Hinata’s always loved water and the wildlife in it. “Okay...let me talk to Sasuke, and we’ll iron out a day!”
“An aquarium, huh? Sure. I haven’t been to one in ages. Fish are cool.”
Snorting a bit at his reply, Hinata asks for a date. “Would Saturday work?”
“Yeah. I’ve got nothing going on, and Mom will be home to keep an eye on Itachi. Don’t think I have too much homework, either. I’ll see you guys there.”
“Awesome!”
Saturday can’t come soon enough.
But first...she has to ask Hiashi.
“Hey, Dad?”
“Hm?” Reading the paper, he doesn’t bother to look up.
“Um...Ino was telling me about a new part of the aquarium opening this week. Would it be cool if I w-went with them this weekend? Saturday, maybe?”
“Do you have any projects due?”
“Uh...no.”
He glances to her over the top of the paper. “...very well. Don’t stay out too late.
“I won’t.”
Success!
Relaying the good news to everyone, now all she has to do...is wait.
Sakura’s mother agrees to drive them, all a bit too young to drive on their own. On the way, all three gossip about their real intentions.
“So, is he cute?”
“Um...I guess so?”
“You guess? Come on, Hinata.”
“Okay, um...yes, he’s...he’s cute.”
“Details, please!”
“Uh...dark hair, kinda...messy. Dark eyes. I haven’t really seen him much. I barely saw him when we met, and he doesn’t really...take selfies o-or anything.”
“Guess we’ll just have to see when we get there,” Ino grins.
As expected, the place is actually pretty crowded given the day and novelty. The girls thank Mebuki and head inside, managing to get their tickets and find a place to wait near the lobby.
“Any word from him yet?”
“No, not yet. But I told him I’d wait by the lobby. If you guys want, y-you can go ahead.”
“And miss the introduction? No way!” Ino replies.
At that, however, Sakura actually looks a little unsure. “...maybe we should give them some privacy first, huh Ino?”
“Whaaat?”
“Just for a bit! I mean...things didn’t exactly go well the first time, right? We should butt out.”
The blonde sighs, folding her arms. “Oh, all right. But text us when you head further in, okay? We’ll stop and wait for you.”
“Okay! Thanks, guys.”
Sakura gives a subtle thumbs up as she leads Ino further in, which Hinata acknowledges with a wave. Hanging around the lobby and picking up a pamphlet, she startles when someone says her name. “W-wha-?”
Standing behind her a few paces, Sasuke perks a brow as she spins around, hands in his pockets. “Sorry...kinda loud in here.”
“Y...yeah…”Suddenly unsure, she turns around fully to face him. “...um…”
“...well, since it was a bit interrupted before…” He holds out a hand. “I’m Sasuke. Sasuke Uchiha.”
Blinking, Hinata then giggles, accepting the shake. “Hinata Hyūga. It’s nice to meet you, Sasuke. Um...again.”
He gives a small grin. “So...should we head in?”
“Sure. My friends went on ahead - I’ll let them know you’re here so we can catch up.”
“Cool.”
As she types, they head a bit further in. Most of the building is rather dark to help accentuate the tanks, which are all lit from within. Fish, crustaceans, and other aquatic critters all swim and scurry around in their habitats.
“So...you like fish and stuff?”
Hinata can’t help a small snort at the question. “I-I do! I’ve always loved water…”
“It’s pretty neat. I had a goldfish as a kid for like...a few months. I wasn’t the best fish dad.”
“Well...kids aren’t really, um...prepared for sensitive pets. It happens a lot. Maybe you could try again!”
“...yeah, maybe I could. You have any?”
“No...my father is strictly against pets. He says they’re a w-waste of money.”
Sasuke’s nose wrinkles. “...no offense, but like...your dad’s a bit of a jerk.”
Hinata gives a weary smile. “He...yeah. He c-can be. He’s just a very, um...closed off person.”
“My dad’s kinda that way too. Kinda tough on us. But Mom helps set him straight.”
“Yeah...I wonder if mine would, i-if she were here.” After a pause, she notices Sasukes’s awkwardness. “...o-oh, sorry! I...I don’t mean -?”
“It’s fine. Just...was worried I upset you there for a sec.”
“No, I...I’m fine. Really. I don’t have any trouble talking about her.”
“...all right.”
They keep meandering down the mostly-linear route through the aquarium, Hinata on the lookout for her friends. Sasuke points out interesting species every so often, most of which she’s able to comment on.
“So what’s your favorite?”
“Hm…” she mulls that over. “...I really like lionfish.”
“Lionfish? There’s a fish named after a lion?”
“Yeah! I’ll s-show you when one comes up. They’re very, um...frilly.”
That gets Sasuke to snort. “Frilly...gotcha.”
“Hey! Hinata!”
Jolting a bit, Hinata brightens as Sakura waves from down the hall. “Oh, t-there’s my friends! Um...they might be a bit...forward.”
“It’s fine.”
The other pair jog back to meet them, immediately plaguing Sasuke with questions. Though he looks a bit exacerbated, Hinata notices he handles their curiosities patiently.
...she wonders if that’s for her sake.
“Come on, we’re almost to the new exhibit!” Ino then gushes once the interrogation is complete...for now.
“Right behind you,” Sasuke replies, watching them trot forward. “Ready?”
“Yeah. Um...sorry about that.”
“It’s fine. I had a feeling your friends would be kinda...protective. Hard to avoid when we grow up sorta segregated, right? And I mean...our situation’s a bit unique.”
“Y...yeah…”
Considering her for a moment, Sasuke then lifts his arm a bit. “...can I...hold your hand?”
“...eh?”
“Y’know...since it’s sort of a date.”
Slowly, her cheeks go rosy. “S...sure…” Softly, she lets her hand mesh with his, finding the fit to be exceedingly pleasant.
His makes hers feel so small…
Giving a hint of a smile, Sasuke then leads them forward. But in all honesty, Hinata’s not too concerned about the exhibit. She’s not sure much can compare to this.
.oOo.
(This is a sequel to days 355 and 356!)
More soulmate AU! With actual interaction between our two lovebirds, lol - seems Hinata's sneaky plan is working! Sakura and Ino are the best wingwomen - they know what's up xD
I guess not too much to say about this one. idk if I'll do more tomorrow or not - depends on what I can wrack my brain for with the prompt! Hopefully today's was enjoyable - I had a very, uh...rough evening, so my mind's a bit distracted. But I gave it my best shot :'D
On that note tho I gotta head to bed. Thanks for reading!
#sasuhina#uchiha sasuke#hyūga hinata#yamanaka ino#haruno sakura#hyūga hiashi#best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina
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2nd August 2019
Author: Kenyoda
Admin’s Note: Another oneshot of @ebonyphd‘s Internet Friends AU! You can read the rest of the series over here!
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Unexpected Friends
Shouto had known that this was a bad idea from the moment Natsuo had suggested it. But he was too shy to actually ask Midoriya out on his own, so he leaped at the rather neat solution that his brother had offered at the time. His current partner - a guy this time - had been dying to meet Shouto. Natsuo claimed that Tenko was also a high nerd and that he and Shouto would get along like a house on fire.
Shouto was unconvinced.
The last partner his brother had was a snobby ableist that had also been “dying” to meet Shouto. They had spent the whole date “lamenting” over Shouto’s “misfortune.” They had no idea he could read lips. He had spent the whole time fuming: he was deaf, not dying. They were also super rude to Natsuo. He was quite glad when Natsuo dumped them.
Natsuo had suggested that Shouto and Izuku tag along on his date with his boyfriend to see a movie. That way, if things went well, Shouto could ask him on a real date. Shouto had reluctantly agreed, pretty much because he had no idea what to do otherwise. So here he was now, waiting for Izuku and this ‘Tenko’ to show up. When Tenko made an appearance with a blonde girl that looked like she walked out of a vampire manga, all of Shouto’s alarm bells rang at once.
He, presumably, was dressed in black from literally head to toe. If he did not know any better, Shouto would swear the open jacket they were wearing was from Empire Souls, specifically from Company XIII, one of the main antagonists of the game. Under that there was a black t-shirt with red lettering that said,
The Number of FXXXs I give today:
0
houto internally snorted at that. This was Natsuo’s boyfriend, huh? This was completely different than his usual dates. They were usually somewhat intelligent, sociable, but ultimately shallow. This guy screamed anti-social. As the two approached, Natsuo grinned. The hood of the jacket was thrown back, revealing white hair and red eyes. A devious smirk was etched into his face, but his eyes softened when they landed on his brother.
“Hey Nats!” greeted the blonde as they came to stand before them. Tenko just gave a halfhearted wave and mumbled something. Natsuo did not seem to be offended - in fact he smiled wider.
“Hey Tenko! Glad to see you made it! How did the competition go?” Natsuo asked as he stepped forward and hugged the shorter man. Shouto blinked in surprise when he hugged him back.
“Good,” was the only thing Shouto could make out from the angle. Suddenly, there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned to find a bright Izuku bouncing next to him. Shouto couldn’t help the grin that stretched across his face. He hugged his friend tightly, Izuku doing the same. It had been nearly 2 years since the two had become friends. They were both in high school, Shouto attending a school for the deaf and blind and Izuku one closer to his home. But they met often at each other’s homes, and they spoke all the time on Unplug. Izuku beamed at him again. Shouto’s heart jolted in response. He had also been pathetically crushing on him for the last year.
Shouto had tried on numerous occasions to tell his friend, but he always lost his nerve at the last minute. What could he offer Izuku? He couldn’t hear him - sure, Izuku never minded that he had to sign when they were together, but he could not expect him to want to do that forever, right? Izuku was clearly popular among his peers, and becoming more popular since his friends encouraged him to start the HeroTube channel to supplement his forum ramblings. He had seen personally that his friend was pleasant and attractive, especially after he bulked up to do a Valor cosplay. Izuku discovered that he loved working out and that Uraraka did too, so they continued. Sometimes Shouto would join them on runs.
Shouto had little to offer in return, so the thought of admitting his crush was a little daunting. Both his siblings had been insisting that he at least attempt to talk to Izuku about it but Shouto refused. He didn’t want to lose the easy friendship he had with the other boy. Izuku was currently rambling to him about some post he found regarding a potential TV serialization for Altered Reality Academia. Izuku’s facial expression turned curious and then he told Shouto that his brother was trying to get his attention.
Shouto turned to see Natsuo and Tenko standing in front of them, Tenko looking a bit curious. Natsuo formally introduced everyone. The vampire girl’s name was Toga Himiko. Then he was introduced to Shimura Tenko. He and his brother apparently met at the hospital where Natsuo was currently doing a hands on internship. Shouto, through Izuku’s helpful translations, asked the teen whether he had ended up there due to the vampire girl and Tenko laughed heartily. Natsuo scowled.
“No. I did not. I am apparently more of a vampire than she claims to be… I am actually allergic to the sun,” he said, surprisingly in sign language. When Shouto must have given him a surprised look, he explained that his sister was Hard of Hearing. Shouto found that it felt a little less weird now. That is, until Toga said that he looked good enough to eat; then he was momentarily afraid for his life. A sneak glance at his friend’s pale face said that Izuku felt the same. Tenko rolled his eyes and assured them that she had already “fed” and that they were safe.
Shouto was still dubious.
“So what are we seeing again?” Natsuo asked his boyfriend, signing for Shouto.
“Sako-chan is debuting his movie at this festival, neh neh— Ten-chan?” Toga said, her lips and curls moving rapidly. Natsuo stumbled translating a bit but Shouto got the idea. Ah, another friend is debuting a movie, huh? Interesting. Apparently, it was part of an independent film festival. It was called DartMan: The Dark Midlife Crisis. It was supposed to be a parody of edgy superhero films.
As the group made their way towards the building, he and Izuku caught up on their week. Shouto told Izuku about his thoughts on becoming a social worker or a lawyer. His friend thought that was an amazing idea and had no doubt that he could pull it off. When Izuku said that, Shouto couldn’t help the flush that washed over his face. He wanted to tell Izuku how much his support meant to him, but he couldn’t begin to form the words. His hands were shaking too bad. So he settled for a probably broken but vocal ‘thank you.’ Izuku beamed back. He then surprised Shouto by saying he was still thinking about what he wanted to do. This was unusual as Izuku had talked about being a comic artist for the longest time.
Izuku had always talked about his want to be the next Yagi Toshinori. His writing was excellent and his art was amazing. Shouto was sure he was a shoo-in for the art school he wanted to go to. It was part of a larger university. What had changed? He had entertained the notion of them going to that very same university together. He had thought that maybe mentioning it would not be a bad way to approach the crush problem. Start simple. After all, most people would probably run the other direction if someone suddenly blurted out that they would ‘dream of kissing them and never leaving their side ever again’ out of nowhere. But Izuku’s change in direction had thrown him.
“Why did you change?” he asked as they stood in line. Izuku looked thoughtful for a moment.
“Well, partially because of my mom and partially because I tried commissions for a while. Sure, it was nice getting the money and I did not mind drawing for people, but suddenly what I loved doing became a chore. I— I don’t want to lose what I love doing for money. So, I have been thinking lately that I should do my art for myself on my own time and find something else to do…” Izuku said, his face clearly saying he was not sure about it. “I still want to go to UA, though. They have good connections,” said the boy with a shrug.
“That doesn’t sound like you, though,” Shouto pointed out immediately. Izuku cringed. Shouto pounced on that, nerves be damned. His friend needed help and Shouto was going to give it. “What is really bothering you? Someone leave nasty messages about your work again?” Shouto asked. Izuku resolutely shook his head, even as he moved forward in line. “Then what is it?”
“My mom was talking with one of the neighbors and they said some things about how I was wasting my potential and that I was such a ‘smart boy’ and that mom was a bad parent for letting me waste my time,” he finally admitted, shoulders slumping. Shouto inwardly seethed. How dare they make Izuku feel bad about what makes him happy?!
“That’s bullshit! You are smart! That is what makes you so good at what you do! You would not be half the analyst you are if you weren’t! Sure, being a comic maker is not the first thing that people would think of for you, but that doesn't mean it's not what you are destined to do. Tell them to go pack sand,” Shouto argued. Izuku laughed, out of shock more than likely.
“Thanks Shouto, I just… I worry that I am not cut out for it… if I am not living up to my potential,” he said, forlorn. Shouto took the distraction to buy their tickets for the movie before Izuku could even protest. He then beckoned his friend to come along. Izuku pouted, saying it was not fair. Shouto just grinned.
“Don’t worry about it, you can pay next time,” he said with a grin, before turning scarlet. Way to be a pretentious ass! he berated himself. He was no better when he caught Izuku sporting a similar shade on his cheeks. Shouto decided to find another distraction. His eyes landed on his brother and Tenko walking together.
It was strange.
He had never seen Natsuo so relaxed around a date before. Most of the time, he was overdressed and drawn as tense as a bow string. Now though he was in a simple polo and a pair of jeans. He was walking with his arm around Tenko’s shoulder as they talked. They quietly laughed at some inside joke as Toga flitted around them all bouncing curls and energy.
He wondered if he and Izuku could ever be close like they were, so secure in their relationship. His eyes cut to Izuku and the boy seemed lost in his own head. But that was Izuku, forever dreaming. A soft smile pulled at his lips. Izuku’s eyes suddenly bugged and he turned red. Shouto was confused at first until he felt Izuku squeeze his hand. Then he felt his face heat.
When had he taken Izuku’s hand?!
But his friend only smiled bashfully as he stared at the floor. He did not let go of his hand. Shouto’s heart kicked in his chest. It was a lovely feeling. Maybe he had a chance after all? Shouto held his hand a little tighter. They settled into line for snacks and Shouto felt eyes on him. He looked up to see Tenko eyeing him as his brother talked with Toga about something. The ethereal looking teen gave him a kind, teasing smile.
‘Nice job,’ he mouthed before eyeing their joined hands then looking at him again. Shouto blushed again, but felt grateful all the same. Tenko had definitely been a nice surprise. The boy was strange and had equally strange friends but so far he had been nice. Far nicer than most people he had met since he had finally started escaping the house. Shouto smiled back and mouthed,
‘Nice jacket. Empire Souls?’
Tenko nodded before mouthing, ‘made it myself.’
Shouto gaped. Okay… maybe Natsuo was right. He was going to have to speak to his boyfriend more… maybe if he plucked up the courage… he could go on a real double date with them in future. That could be fun. He felt a tap on his shoulder.
‘What are you smiling about?’ Izuku mouthed.
‘The jacket is Empire Souls inspired. He made it,’ he mouthed. Izuku’s eyes lit up. He immediately started drilling Tenko for details. Shouto laughed, but he was keenly aware that despite his enthusiasm, Izuku still hadn’t let go of his hand.
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Goosebumps Review #11
So I started this little project to read all the Goosebumps books I wanted to read as a kid but never got the chance to. Which makes this next one a little out of place because it’s from the Goosebumps Most Wanted series, which was published in 2013, long after my childhood had ended. But when I saw it, it looked kind of interesting and I thought, well... I already reviewed Creature Teacher: Final Exam, which was from the same series... I reviewed that one because it was the only sequel to the first Creature Teacher, which I recently reviewed and loved. So I figured I’ve already broken my childhood cut-off date... why not check out a few more of the new ones?
(Spoilers ahead)
How I Met My Monster
Goosebumps Most Wanted #3
So right from the start I was a little confused by this book. It’s a part of the Most Wanted series and I was under the impression this series was meant to be a who’s who of the most famous Goosebumps monsters. I mean, other books in the series have brought back The Haunted Mask, Mrs. Maaargh, Slappy, The Lawn Gnomes... But I couldn’t figure out who this book was supposed to be about. The monster on the cover wasn’t instantly recognizable and nothing about the title gave it away. I guess it kind of looks like a werewolf, and it does have that t-shirt that says I Love Wolves... Was this about one of the werewolves in the Goosebumps mythos? But I’m pretty sure I’ve read every werewolf book in Goosebumps at this point and none of the character names given in the blurb are ringing any bells... Is this a new character? How can it be one of the Goosebumps universe’s most wanted monsters if this is its first outing?
I really wanted to know because if this was a monster from an older book I really wanted to read the first book before I read this one. But I couldn’t figure it out. Not even the Goosebumps wiki was giving me any answers. So I finally just said screw it and started reading. And then I saw that one of the characters was named Monroe Morton, and our protagonist, Noah Bienstock, believes he might be a monster. And suddenly I was like, Morton...? Like, Mr. Mortman? I know you are spelling it differently, but it still sounds the same and this is almost the same plot... Is this just a retelling of The Girl Who Cried Monster? Okay... Calling it. The twist ending is that our protagonist was secretly a monster himself all along...
So the story turns out to be about Noah Bienstock, who everyone just calls Bien. He lives in an apartment building in the city, which is a bit different from the new house in a sleepy rural town where most Goosebumps protagonists live. The apartment building is called Sternom House. That’s mildly important... His best friend, Lissa Gardener, also lives in Sternom House. That’s also mildly important... They’re about the same age, they go to the same school, and they are both bullied by a big fat kid named Harlan.
I hate to use the word fat, but the book pretty much calls them all out on it. It’s a book about... kids with greater weight than their peers. The only person in this book who isn’t... a larger kid... is Lissa. Everyone else is... rather corpulent... Bien’s mom, who isn’t winning any mother of the year awards, flat out calls him fat to his face in the beginning of the book. Or excuse me... She tells him he’s “a chub”. And I’m just like, Jesus... and I thought my parents were bad...
But Harlan is the... largest of the large kids, so he bullies everyone else. In the beginning of the book we see him stealing Bien and Lissa‘s lunch money and using it to buy extra pizza at the cafeteria. When the characters stop bringing lunch money and start packing a lunch, he just flat out steals their lunches. Harlan’s only real character traits are that he enjoys shoving people around with his belly, and stealing lunches. I don’t think any of our protagonists ever get to eat lunch once in this book. Which as a hypoglycemic, that kind of pisses me off. Some people literally can’t afford to miss lunch, you know? Harlan‘s the kind of kid I would have beaten the shit out of if he messed with me. In fact... I did have a bully exactly like this when I was a kid. I beat the shit out of him... Funny enough, he stopped messing with me after that.
Bien doesn’t beat the shit out of Harlan though. Bien is a paranoid mess because he keeps having nightmares about being attacked by monsters. And that’s our plot for this book. Bien is so paranoid from his monster nightmares that he sees monsters around every corner. So naturally he won’t stand up to Harlan. And when a new kid by the name of Monroe Morton (he’s also a fat kid) starts school, Bien becomes friends with him at first, but it doesn’t take long before he starts to believe Monroe is also a monster. And what do you know... Monroe has also moved into Sternom House. It seems like the only person in this book who doesn’t live in Sternom House is Harlan.
The book, sadly, is pretty slow. I’ve read Goosebumps that were slow burns before, and it didn’t bother me. The Werewolf of Fever Swamp took its time, but it managed to stay interesting. This one, not so much... The book was just a constant rinse, wash, and repeat of Harlan acts like a total shit, Bien sees a hairy monster, Bien tries to tell someone, and everyone laughs it off and tells him to deal with it. The characters all take Bien’s worries about monsters as if it’s a joke, and I know we are supposed to believe it’s because he keeps having nightmares and complaining about monsters, like a boy who cried wolf scenario (or a Girl Who Cried Monster scenario maybe?) but the whole time I’m just sitting there saying, they are laughing at him because they are monsters! Everyone in this book is a monster! You already showed your hand, Stine! Just get to the point already!
There are a few interesting parts in the book, (and only a few) like when Bien and Lissa are both trying out for the school swim team and then Bien starts looking around and realizes he doesn’t see Lissa anymore, just before he is attacked by some kind of aquatic tentacle monster in the pool. And I’m thinking, oh cool~ Is Lissa a tentacle monster? Of course nothing comes of this and it was just a segue into a scene where Harlan strips Bien naked in front of everyone at the pool. (Yeah that happens, and I find myself wondering if I even want to know what kind of shit Stine is working through in this book...)
There’s also this weird subplot about the school Pet Fair... Where all the kids are supposed to bring in their pets and whoever has the most interesting and unusual pet will win $300... Is this a thing schools do? I’m pretty sure its not... I mean, I know R.L. Stine used to be a teacher, but he has some really weird ideas about how schools work. He also has some weird ideas about what is considered an unusual pet... Bien takes two betta fish and they way Stine writes it, it’s like he actually believes that is the most unusual pet a kid can have... I mean, there’s a kid who brings a fucking monkey to the pet fair. Who has a pet monkey?! But no, the betta fish... Those are sure to win. He actually chooses that over a myna bird. I didn’t even know what a myna bird was until I read it in the book and had to look it up. I’m starting to think R.L. Stine’s never been in a pet store before...
Also I want to point out that Bien takes two bettas to the pet fair and puts them both in a tank together so they can fight. Oh my god! Do not do that! That’s probably the scariest thing I’ve read in this book...
Eventually the plot does finally start moving along... more than half way through the book... Lissa sees the monster and finally starts to believe Bien. Lissa tells Bien he needs to spy on Monroe and get proof it’s actually him. The monster starts attacking Bien directly (but doesn’t do more than threaten him). Bien’s parents go on vacation and tell Bien he’s going to be staying with Monroe‘s family for the week. Bien wakes up one night and finds Monroe missing and the window open and sneaks out to try and get pictures of him. The monster corners Bien in an alley and reveals its human from to him. And... it’s Lissa...
Damn... I was hoping she would turn out to be that tentacle monster in the pool. Considering she’s such a good swimmer and all the set up with the pool scene... But no, we are just forgetting that whole tentacle monster attack ever happened. Lissa is that big harry monster on the cover. And she was attacking and scaring Bien to try and get him over his fear of monsters... I don’t think this girl knows how getting over a fear works...
Oh but hey, the book still isn’t over yet. We still need a handful of pointless chapters where out of nowhere Lissa starts acting like a total dick towards Bien so she can... scare him into keeping her secret? And I’m talking like, totally wrecking the school pet fair, eating Bien‘s fish, blaming him for it, and getting him suspended from school. Her character does a total 180 for no reason at all. Until she finally chases Bien down, he tries to hide at Monroe‘s house, but oh no! Monroe is also one of those monsters on the cover! Everyone is because I fucking called it in the first chapter! Remember how I said Sternom House was mildly important? Well Nilbog spelled backwards is goblin! Err... I mean... If you rearrange the letters in Sternom it spells Monster. Although honestly, I may as well be watching Trolls 2 at this point...
Yes, everyone in Sternom House is a monster. Even Bien. Although Bien didn’t know it because, “it’s against the rules.” Everyone has to find the monster inside of them on their own. And because the rules say everyone has to find the monster inside of them on their own and can’t be told about it, that’s why Lissa and Monroe told him about it and then forced him to drink some stuff that would force him to turn into a monster... I’m seeing a contradiction here... I’m just going to guess they were tired of Bien‘s shit and decided to break the rules so they could get on with their lives... The book doesn’t say that’s what happened, but if I was in their situation I’d do the same thing.
And so the book ends. We never find out what was the deal with that tentacle monster. The pet fair subplot was totally pointless. Bien, Lissa and Monroe are all monster buddies now. And they decide to go eat Harlan, or something... I mean the book’s not specific on that point, but it sure sounds like they are going to go eat him.
I had mixed feelings about The Girl Who Cried Monster back when I first read it. There were some problems with it. But overall I didn’t think it was a bad book. This one... is kind of the same on the mixed feelings front. I liked the characters but the story was just... borderline painful. And I’m not sure what was Stine’s deal with calling the characters out on their weight. Does Stine have a problem with kids who are larger than the cultural norm? I feel like you just don’t call people “fat” or “a chub”. That’s something you just don’t do.
I don’t know... This marks the second Most Wanted book I’ve read and so far I haven’t been impressed with either of them.
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All My Fault 32
By: SassyShoulderAngel319
Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Damian Wayne/Batman
Rating: PG-11/T- (for implied mature themes but nothing explicit)
Notes: (Masterlist) This story is so long. It really got away from me and got out of hand but... heck I still dig it! Also I’m aware this has taken forever to update, please don’t be mad at me.
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Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18, Ch 19, Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24, Ch 25, Ch 26, Ch 27, Ch 28, Ch 29, Ch 30, Ch 31
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I got swamped in a Superboy hug the second I entered the parlor. “Cloudy!” Jon exclaimed. “I can’t believe you’re alive! How come you still look the same as how I remember you? Shouldn’t you be older? How long have you been home without telling me? How come you never said anything? What’s really going on between you and Damian? What—”
“Kent!” Damian protested. “If you could shut your trap long enough for either of us to explain anything, that would be helpful.”
“Damian, play nice,” I said, giving Jon a hug back. “We’ll explain everything, Jon. Just settle down a little, okay?”
“Okay. Sorry,” Jon said.
The three of us sat down and Damian and I explained how I ended up in the future without aging after going missing for eight years. I laughed when he said that his parents hadn’t told him I was back even though his mom interviewed me—as Cloudburst—and his dad had Tweeted me when it was first discovered I was alive. “They probably thought you already knew,” I reasoned. “It’s not their fault you never check your social media.”
“Mm. Yeah probably,” Jon agreed sullenly.
Explaining that Damian and I had fallen in love with each other was a little more complicated, but after a lot of awkward silences and searching for words, we managed it. “But you can’t tell anyone,” I added at the end. “At least. Not yet. Just… don’t say anything about it. Please, Jon?”
“Can I talk to Richard about it?” Jon asked.
“No,” Damian and I said at the same time.
“Why not?”
“Because given half a chance he’d tell the entire Justice League about it. We don’t need anyone encouraging him,” Damian said.
“Why don’t you call him Dick?” I asked Jon, not meaning to change the subject exactly but genuinely curious.
Jon refused to meet my eyes. “Because it’s a bad word,” he mumbled.
I giggled. “Jonny, please never change,” I said.
Damian pinched the bridge of his nose. “Kent, you’re eighteen,” he said.
Jon pointed at me. “She’s twenty-one and she doesn’t swear!”
“Fair point,” I said, giving Damian a look. “But Jon, you still can’t say anything until we… go public about it, okay?”
“Ooh! Like a secret romance!” Jon said quietly.
“Yeah!” I agreed with a smile.
“Something like that,” Damian said, still pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
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“Dick!” Jason hissed, hurtling around the doorframe and into Dick’s room. “Dick guess what?”
“What?” Dick asked, looking up from his phone.
“Cloudy and Damian—”
“Got it on? Did the dirty? Had some hanky-panky? Whatever euphemism you’re gonna use, I already know,” Dick said with a smile.
“How did you find out?”
“I heard shouting from Damian’s room and went to make sure nothing bad was happening and apparently Jon had snuck in through Damian’s window to ask him about something and found them lying naked in bed together. Which they still were when I got in there,” Dick said. “How did you figure it out?”
“I found Cloudy sneaking back into her room wearing the same clothes as yesterday and her hair was messier than usual. She said she passed out in the game room but I went in there after patrol this morning and she wasn’t there.”
Dick laughed. “I can’t believe it worked. And Bruce and Alfred thought a sleepover in Metropolis for that shareholders meeting or whatever was a waste of time,” he said. “BUT the two of them have sworn me to silence.”
“Yeah Cloudy practically begged me not to tell anyone,” Jason agreed.
“So we’re telling Cass and Tim right? Because they’re in on our little plot?”
“Absolutely.”
“Alfred will probably figure it out in two seconds, but let’s pray Bruce never finds out,” Dick said. “Because if he finds out…”
“He’ll kill them both. Twice,” Jason said.
“I wouldn’t go that far, but he might undo all our fine work of getting them alone all the time.”
“What do you mean? You don’t think he’d kick Cloudy out of the house, do you?”
“No. No. He wouldn’t kick Cloudy out. But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t forbid them from ever being alone together ever again while they both live in this house,” Dick said.
“And if they really love each other, one or both of them would move out immediately,” Jason mused.
“Yeah probably,” Dick agreed, chewing on his lower lip. “We gotta make sure B doesn’t find out for a while.”
“When’ll he be back from Metropolis?”
“Tomorrow, I think. It was a business trip. Something about boring board meetings at the Daily Planet.”
“So we have that long to make sure he doesn’t find out,” Jason said.
“Yup.”
“Then I guess we have some work to do.”
“Guess so,” Dick agreed.
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“Maybe it’d be better if we just… never said anything,” I said to Damian and Jon, winding the end of my braid around my fingers.
Damian gave me an appalled look. “That was one of the best nights of my entire life and you wish to pretend it never happened?”
I sighed, refusing to meet his eyes and instead looking at my knees. “Just… just for a while. Just until we decide… what to do. Your father would kill me—and then you—and then me again if he knew what happened.”
“I assume he will walk into the house and immediately realize. He was called the greatest detective in the world for a reason,” Damian said.
I rubbed my temples. “I know. But… what else can we do?”
“Uh, guys? I feel like I shouldn’t be here for this talk,” Jon said, raising a hand like an awkward schoolboy trying to make a comment in class with a teacher he was scared of. “Really. I just came to get Damian’s help on something I’ve been following in Metropolis. You two should really talk about this in private when I'm not here.”
Damian sighed. “Fine. Come with me to the Batcave, Kent. We’ll discuss there. McCl—Nora, would you care to accompany us?”
“No, I uh, I’m going to go have a word with Dick. And maybe Jason. I’ll see you later. Good luck on your case, Jonny.”
“Thanks Cloudy,” Jon said, giving me a hug as we all stood up and left the parlor.
I climbed the stairs to Dick’s room and knocked on the door.
“Who is it?!” Dick called.
“Cloudy,” I replied.
“C’mon in!” Jason’s voice said.
I opened the door and shut it behind me. “Fantastic. Two birds with one stone. Almost literally,” I said quietly. Both of them glanced up at me. The streak of white in Jason’s hair was lit up a pale blue in the light of his laptop screen. Dick was on his bed and Jason at the desk. They both looked interested.
“I think I know what you’re going to say, Cloudy,” Dick said. I cocked an eyebrow.
“Oh yeah?” I challenged.
“Yeah. You’re going to order us not to tell anyone,” Dick continued, unperturbed.
“And we won’t,” Jason added.
“Except Tim and Cass,” Dick amended.
“What?! No!” I shrieked. “Listen, if every child in this family knows, then it’s just a matter of time before Bruce finds out and kills me, and then Damian, and then me again and then—”
“Nora! Relax,” Jason protested. He used my real name so I knew he was serious. “Big bird and I are taking care of it as we speak.”
“Huh?” I asked eloquently.
“Girl. Seriously? We’ve been trying to get you and Damian together since you got here and he pulled off his body armor and you stared at him!” Dick exclaimed. “Tim and Cass are in on it too! Why do you think we all convinced Alfred to force Damian into monitor duty for the night when you were taking the night off? His knee injury wasn’t even a pulled muscle. Two ibuprofens and he would have been fine for the night. But no. We wanted you to be alone together. We didn’t need backup at all. And hey, it worked.”
My face went slack the longer Dick talked. “Yeah but what do you mean you’re taking care of it?”
“There’s hallway footage of you two, er, kissing rather passionately that I'm currently erasing and replacing with earlier instances of you two going to your own rooms and then you sneaking out of his room this morning is also being erased and replaced with a couple seconds of nothingness until you came out of your own room all showered and dressed,” Jason said.
“Why?”
“Because we don’t want B to find out yet either,” Dick said.
“Why?”
Jason shrugged. “We don’t want either of you to move out yet and we figured one of you would if Bruce found out. Probably you.”
That was a fair point. “So… you’re not going to tell anyone?”
“Except Tim and Cass,” Dick said distractedly.
“No!” I protested. “No one!”
“We’ll keep the details secret if it means that much to you,” Jason said. “We’ll just say that you two finally admitted your feelings for each other or something.”
I sighed and put my hand on Jason’s shoulder. “Thank you. Seriously. Thank you.”
He smiled at me. “You’re welcome, Cloudy,” he said, reaching up and patting my back. “Can’t guarantee Tim won’t figure it out but—”
“But at least you’d have done your part,” I finished.
“Something like that,” Jason agreed.
I nodded—and then bit my lip. “Jay, can I ask you a question and have you give me a square answer?”
Jason pursed his lips. “I'm really more of a triangle guy but sure,” he said. I smacked him lightly upside the head. Nothing too painful. “Ow, hey!”
I looked him dead in the face. “What should I do?”
“Kid, that’s not a question I can be objective about. You know that,” Jason said. “I love you, Cloudy. You’re exactly the sister I would have loved to have my entire life but I only got you for a couple years. I want to protect you as much as I can but at the same time I want you to be happy.”
“How come you’re not asking me?” Dick asked.
“Because I already know your answer, Richard,” I said seriously. “Something corny about following my heart or doing what makes me happy. Plus I know you saw Damian as more of a son than a brother when you were both younger and I know you want him to be happy.”
Dick grumbled under his breath—something about me making a good point. I turned my attention back to Jason, eyebrows raised expectantly.
He sighed. “Cloudy: do what you want. Are you, like, actually legitimately in love with Damian?”
I chewed my lower lip for a moment. “Yeah,” I said.
“Then, heck, Clouds, date him!” Jason said. “Do what you want and what makes you happy. We both know if he’s ever less than respectful of you that you could kick his butt.” He used heck the way I believed it was originally intended to be used—like he couldn’t decide which curse word to use and ended up combining them. “Look, if you wanna be with him, then just do it. It’ll be a lot easier on all of us if you did anyway.”
I cocked my eyebrow again. “How so?”
“I swear every longing look you two threw at each other across the cave when you thought the other wasn’t looking was going to take a year-and-a-half off my lifespan.”
“He’s not alone,” Dick added. “I noticed too.”
I grunted. “Mm. Thanks,” I muttered.
“No problem. Now rest assured that everything is fine here and we’re taking care of ensuring Bruce doesn’t find out and go be with Damian if you want,” Jason said, giving me a smile. He shook his head. “I can’t believe I'm condoning anyone I'm close to being in a relationship with the little gremlin but…” He shrugged.
I ruffled his hair. “Thanks, Jay.” I looked over at Dick. “And thanks Dick, too. Both of you. For… everything, I guess.”
Dick chuckled. “That’s what brothers are for, right?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said. “See you later.” I ducked out of Dick’s room.
“See ya!” Dick and Jason chorused as I shut the door.
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chapter three: goodbyes and old memories (part one)
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pairing: Stiles Stilinski Black!OC
word count: 8,454
warnings: kate argent, abuse, pedophilia, trauma, swearing, implied PTSD, mention of a panic attack, slight violence, slight assault, mention of hunting, slight mention of bullying, mention of deaths via fire
"You have six minutes," the Peacekeeper informed us and shut the door behind my family. It was silent for about four seconds as my father, two sisters, Derek, Cora, Laura, William and Talia all stared at me. For some reason, those four seconds felt like an eternity and I thought the peacekeeper was going pop his head in any second now to tell us our time was up. Shockingly—but at the same time not shocking at all—my father was the very first to speak.
"Aurora?" He said, his voice trembling. I didn't know what to say. The look on his face—the look in his eyes brought my walls down.
"Daddy," I said, tears already beginning to roll down my face as I stood up from the chair I was sitting on and ran to him. I ran into his waiting arms, wrapped my arms around his neck and he hugged me back, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly. I didn't care if they all saw me crying, looking like a big baby in front of them. I needed to feel safe, even if it was for a second. Either way, they're all family anyway, so it shouldn't even matter.
"Daddy, I'm so sorry. I couldn't let Alise go up there, I-I just couldn't. I'm sorry," I sobbed out.
Bubba shushed me as I sobbed, hiccuping and all. He pulled away and gently wiped my tears away.
"I'm scared, Daddy. I'm terrified. I-I-I d-don't wanna leave you, I don't w-wanna kill chil-children. They're gonna m-make me kill kids, Daddy. But I-I... I don't... I don't wanna die. I'm so scared, I don't know what to do," I rambled, hiccuping like crazy and honestly at this point I felt a little embarrassed to be this emotional in front of the Hales. They've never seen me like this.
"My baby girl, my brave, beautiful baby girl," he began, and he looked at me with, so much love in his eyes, it made me feel like my heart was breaking all over again. "I'm scared too, baby. But you have a shot, okay? Remember, you have a lot of people waiting for you to come back. And you must come back to us, you understand?" I nodded, gripping his shirt like as if the Peacekeepers were about to come in any second now and take me away, and my Bubba's lip trembled.
"God, I love you so much. You have to be brave, okay? Just as brave as you were out there, you have to be in there. And the killing... no one will look at you differently, you won't be killer, okay? You have to do it to survive, Aurora. It's... messed up, you know that the most out of everyone, but in these conditions, it'll be okay. You gotta do what you gotta do to get back home," he told me firmly. I nodded and he continued, "no one will view you differently, baby girl. I'll make sure of it."
I nodded again, knowing damn well he couldn't force others to think I wasn't a murderer but I let it go for now. That's a different conversation for a different time, a time that I might not live to see, or a conversation I might not live to have either. He sighed and tears began to form in his eyes as he looked me over once again.
"God, you remind me so much of Rose," he commented and I smiled because, for the time being, I guess I could see what he meant. Mama would've done everything to protect her children, just like I did. He kissed my forehead and hugged me once again. I breathed in his calming, familiar scent and as I did, I heard him whisper in my ear.
"Hopefully now you can realize that you truly are a good person and can stop blaming yourself for a death that wasn't your fault," I pulled away from him, like as if I was burned and I stared deep into my father's eyes and he gave me a knowing look. I don't think he can even begin to comprehend how much those words are affecting me right now. I looked down in shame, suddenly feeling guilty for an unknown reason, and he tilted my head up, looking up at him once again.
"I love you, Aurora."
"I love you, too, Daddy," I replied, hugging him tightly for the last time, sniffling into his shirt, silently thanking him because for once in five whole years, I didn't feel the guilt of my mother's death on my shoulders. Even though I knew it wouldn't last all too long, since I have long accepted the weight of the guilt and allowed it to make a home somewhere deep within me, it was nice, at least for now. I unwrapped myself from his body and turned to face my sisters and, honest to God, I had literally one nanosecond to register the fact that Alise and Amara running at me. Literally running at me.
"God, why would you do that?!" I heard Alise say and she was quickly interrupted by Amara.
"Oh my God, you idiot, are you okay?!" Amara bombarded me. And then she, as well, was interrupted by Alise's screams.
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THA-" Alise screamed at me and I couldn't take it any longer.
"Alise!" I cried out, causing her to stop talking and I pulled away from both of their arms and crouched down to level myself with her crying face.
"Wh-why-why? Why would you do-do that?" She cried, hiccuping as she hugged me tightly.
"Alise, I would rather die a million times over than to watch you be in those Games," I informed her. She looked at me like she understood but I know she's incredibly stubborn, she wasn't having it. "When I heard your name be called I nearly lost my mind, I thought my ears were literally playing jokes on me."
"You have to win, you have to-to try, you have a chance," she whimpered out. I sighed, knowing this would be a hard conversation to have.
"I do have a chance, everyone's always told me I'm smart all my life. I'll definitely try, okay? You have my promise, Alise."
She nods and I kiss her forehead, hugging her tight.
"Don't let Beau forget about me..." I commented trying to lighten the mood, smiling at her. Alise laughed, sniffling as she nodded at me. I went to stand up but Alise stopped me again. I looked down at her expectantly and I felt her slip something metallic and small into my left hand. I opened my hand and I saw it was a golden pin; a golden pin of a Mockingjay holding an arrow in its beak
I looked down at Alise in confusion, why is she giving me this?
"It was Mom's pin... I made it a while back. I knew she loved Mockingjay's. It was her favorite bird. She told me once when she dies she wanted to come back as one of them. After she passed... I didn't what to do with it, so I just kept it on me all the time," Alise explained and I felt my heart break at the mention of Mom. I was also slightly taken back at the fact that Alise had managed to forge a literal metal pin but at the same time, I still didn't understand why she was giving it to me though...
"Alise, why are-?" Alise cut me off.
"Just take it, so you know we're with you, always, even when we aren't there. Even Mama, she's gonna be there with you, too. Through the pin," Alise rambled out and I nearly melted at the sentence. I wanted to break down into tears once again, but I had to stay strong, for my family. I quickly wiped the tears that escaped and nodded my head at Alise, putting the pin in my pocket.
I turned around to face Amara and I truly took in her appearance, like as if it would be the last time I would be seeing her and I wanted to capture the beauty that is my sister. She's crying just as much as she was when Alise's name was called, and probably not more than Alise currently is. I wondered if she had the same moment I did when she heard Alise's name and saw me go up on stage.
'Do you think she wanted to replace the both of us? Volunteered for us?' I thought to myself. It must suck for her not to be able to do anything, just stand in the sidelines and watch her siblings get sent to literal Hell. I think I would've literally lost my Goddamn mind if I knew I couldn't have done anything about to save Alise.
"Amara-" I started but she cut me off.
"Just come back, Rory. Please, come back," Amara whispered to me as she pulled me into a bone-crunching hug. She finished with; "I don't know what I would do if I watched... if I watched you get ki... get mur..."
I cut her off, knowing she was struggling with finishing that sentence, "you won't. I promise."
I pulled away from her hug and looked at the Hales. Cora and Laura were crying and so was Talia, which was a rare sight to see. William looked troubled, probably keeping it together for his weeping family and I looked next to him and my eyes landed on the last Hale, Derek and- wow. Derek was actually crying.
Derek and I had a nice relationship, which I'm proud of. He is a very silent, loner-type of guy. Reminded me so much of a hermit. He was a very closed person, never really wanted to let anyone in, never wanted to show that he cared. The fact that I managed to sneak into his life, slipping in through the cracks of the walls he has built around himself and that he allowed it, was a pleasant, almost satisfying feeling. It felt like a weird accomplishment, like a trophy. Especially since he basically acts like he despises everyone, and just barely tolerates Boyd, Erica, and Isaac—even though they still, very clearly annoy the shit out of him. He's super nice to me, Alise, his family, and my father—duh! And it annoys the shit out of Stiles, which is the best part too. And don't even get me started on he acts when it comes to Amara. Lord, the only time I've ever seen a love that deep and profound was when Mama was still alive. Bubba treated her like as if she was his entire world, which she was. Derek treats Amara that way and it what she deserves. I do pick them good, don't I?
The story of Amara and Derek began when I was twelve years old, almost thirteen. I had asked Amara, who had turned sixteen at the time, why she stares at this specific boy at school so much and she had admitted to me—after about five minutes of her making me super-pinky-promise not to tell a soul about her lil' secret—that she liked the boy. And after watching the boy myself, wanting to see what the hype was about, I noticed the boy was a year older than her but he was indeed cute. And I even tested him, acting all clueless and asked him to walk me to class because I was "lost". And he passed it because he did without a second thought, even it was about five months in the school year. He's a lil' clueless but it's whatever, his beautiful hazel eyes make up for it. He carried a nice conversation with me the whole time in which I learned that his name was Derek Hale. And he didn't forget about me either, which I personally thought was adorable, he would say hi to me in hallways all the time. So I knew he was a good person—and most importantly good for my sister.
But Amara never did anything to act out on her feelings. And I wasn't going to force her either. Mama used to say that if something is meant to happen, it'll happen, that fate works in mysterious ways. So nothing happened, no matter how many times I told her "stop waiting for something to happen out of nowhere and to do something about your feelings" or how much I wanted it to happen, Amara was too shy, too scared of being rejected. And soon it was too late.
The Hales were a big family and they lived in a pretty big house. They had many family members; cousins, uncles, and aunts. But then the Hale Fire happened, four years ago when I was still twelve. The only survivors were Talia, William, Laura, Cora, and Derek.
The Hales were a family of twenty-two.
Derek closed himself off from the world. He lost nearly all his friends, which was a disgusting thing, only five of his family of twenty-two survived and you leave him? Yeah, better not to have those people in his life but it's such a wrong time to leave him. I felt so bad for them and racked my brain for days, trying to find a way to help them out.
I remember a couple weeks, probably one or two, later, I overheard Bubba talking to Ms. McCall about the fact that the Hales were struggling food-wise and that they wanted to help them out. I decided that the next day I would hunt as much as I could give it to them. It took all day and I lost a lot of bows and knives and Scott and Stiles wouldn't stop complaining but I managed to catch four bunnies and two ducks and one squirrel. I even managed to get Alise to ask the Dunbar's for two pieces of bread that morning, which she got thanks to how adorable she was.
The next day I went over to their makeshift home at the time with five bags and a timid smile on my face when the door opened. Mr. Hale, whose name I would learn later on is William, answered.
"Sorry to bother you, Sir, my name's Aurora Galloway, daughter of Hudson and Rose Galloway, and I feel really bad for what happened to your family. You may be a stranger but my Mama... she used to always say our house is always open to those in need, even if they are strangers. And you are a stranger, in need. Hopefully, this helps," I proclaimed and I handed the bags to a very confused looking William. Once he looked in the bags the man broke down in tears.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry, also please don't tell the Peacekeepers I hunt," I begged the man, confused as to why food of all things is making him cry, hoping that he wouldn't rat me out because I hurt his feelings. He then dropped down to his knees and hugged me, thanking me profusely.
Out came Derek and Talia, I didn't know her name either, at that very moment, from inside their makeshift home, probably wondering what was taking the man so long or why he was on the ground. Now that I think about it, that view from inside the house was probably terrifying to them. They came running over and Talia spoke first when they reached William.
"William...? William?! What happened?! William, what is it?!" She yelled at him. Derek looked long and hard at his father and then at me and I saw anger flare in them. He then proceeded to grab me by the shirt.
"What did you do?!" He yelled in my face and recoiled back, trying to get out of his grip, scared at what was happening.
"Nothing, I didn't do anything! Well, I don't think I did anything! I just gave him this! I promise I only wanted to help!" I explained, trying desperately to remove Derek's hands from my body.
"Derek, let her go, now," his mother ordered and Derek looked torn but he begrudgingly let me go. I took a couple steps back, fearing what his mother had in store for me. At that moment I was terrified of all of the remaining Hales. What the heck is wrong them all? Are they vegetarians or something? Oh my God, what if they are vegetarians?
"Thank you, thank you so, so much!" Their father yelled, now up from his knees and literally picked me up off the ground, hugging me tightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs. Hale take one look at the meat in the bag and she gasped.
Mr. Hale put me down and Talia crouched down to my level.
"Did you get this... for us? How...?" Even though the Hales were showing me kindness, they still pretty much terrified me, so I cut her off.
"Yes, but you can't tell anyone or I'm gonna get in big trouble says my Bubba! And I can't say, it's a secret. Well, gotta go now! You're welcome, bye-bye!" I rambled out, trying to get out of that conversation as quick as possible. I ran away from the Hales without a second glance.
I unknowingly began my relationship with the Hales after that day. A week later, William came to my house and Bubba answered the door. I was standing at the kitchen, absolutely terrified that Mr. Hale was going to tell them what I did and get us all in trouble. But he did the opposite; he thanked us, he told my father that what I did basically saved them, helped them out a bunch. He told Bubba that he should be glad to have a daughter like me.
Bubba ended up giving me a stern talk about hunting and how I was supposed to keep it a secret but I could see in his eyes that he was proud of me. I remember being so happy that day.
But what I personally believe really formed my relationship with Derek was the whole Kate fiasco. God, that crazy bitch.
Shortly after the fire, Derek had gotten involved with a woman. Her name was Kate Argent. Lord, did that break poor little Amara's heart. She assumed he wasn't on the market because of the fire so she hadn't made a move because he was still healing. When I told her that he was seeing this Kate lady, the look on her face said it all.
I felt bad for Amara, she really fell for this boy. And I know that I hated Kate because Amara is my sister and I have to hate whoever is hurting her, even if they don't mean it but this Kate chick was just... off to me. She gave me a bad vibe, one that said 'steer-clear-of-this-bitch!'. I had no idea what Derek saw in her.
I found out that they were a thing when I saw them making out in the woods when I went to do everything; hunt, practice my knife-throwing, my archery and hang out with Stiles and Scott when we weren't beyond the fence. They dated for about three months before I realized something was seriously wrong in that relationship. She had this grip on Derek that was... something I can't even begin thinking of the proper word to explain. She refused to let him do any work with any girls, have any friends, barely talk to family, it was bad.
Talia came over to my house one day and talked to Mama about it.
"I just... I don't know what going on anymore with him, you know? He was so open with me, used to talk to me about everything... and now, it-it's like I barely know my own son," Talia cried, laying her head on my father's shoulder as Bubba comforted her, trying to calm her down. She had shown up that night randomly at our doorstep, crying. I had answered the door. My father took her in immediately asking if she was okay. She explained that she hadn't to do her husband because he was "too worried about his job and he didn't need more on his plate". It was at that moment, after watching Talia sob into my father's shoulders, I decided I would put an end to that relationship, and possibly create a new one.
After spying on them for about a week or two, I realized that this Kate chick was using and abusing Derek.
I found out she was using him while walking to the Townsquare, for a little trading action. I had unintentionally eavesdropped on a conversation Mrs. Farway and Mrs. Evergraze were having. Mrs. Hazel Farway and Mrs. Primrose Evergraze were two little old ladies that had retired and spent the rest of their days watching others work, giving advice to others and, mainly, gossiping about the district. Always. Like gossiping was literally all they did. I had no idea how they got all the information they spoke of since they barely moved from those rocking chairs they basically lived in but everyone knew, when they said something, it was either true or going to happen.
Mrs. Evergraze was talking about how the Mayor had felt bad for the Hales and had made an arrangement with the Capitol to get them some money to get back on their feet.
"When will that Derek boy open his eyes and realized that slimy Kate is only with him for the money?" Mrs. Farway sighed. My eyes widened. First off, how the hell does she know they're together? And Kate's only with him for money? What money? I decided to continue my research later on that day, with my father because now he and Talia are constantly coming over each other's houses, quickly becoming best friends.
Later on, that day, before I went to bed I saw Bubba in the kitchen, reading. I decided to question him.
"Bubba?" I remember asking him quietly. He looked up at me, his brown eyes eyeing me curiously and a smile appeared on his face.
"Yes, Rory?"
"I got a question, I was wondering if you help me understand..." I explained vaguely, beginning to wonder if this was the right thing to do.
"Of course, what's going on?" Bubba asked, setting his book down on the dining table and motioning me over to him. I walked over and sat on his lap.
"I heard the Hales are getting money from the Mayor... is that true?" I had asked him, tentatively. Bubba's face changed almost instantly, going from curious and slight worriment to an almost angry look.
"And where in the Hell did you hear that from? Were you spying on my conversation with Talia?!" He interrogated me and instantly I regretted asking him anything at all. I remembered I made a mental note to trust my gut feeling always.
"No, no, Bubba! I heard it from Mrs. Farway and Mrs. Evergraze earlier today..." I explained myself, hoping not to get in trouble because of some gossiping old ladies.
"Gosh, those ladies do love to talk, don't they? Well, no one is really supposed to know but yes, they are. And honestly, it's great for them. It'll really help them out," Bubba explained and I nodded understanding. I then decided to ignore my gut feeling once again and ask him about Kate.
"And also, who is Kate Argent and why did they call her 'slimy'... is she a bad person?" I remember asking Bubba again and I also remember his eyebrows raising in shock or surprise, I don't know but it was one of those two.
"Kate? Did she talk to you?!"
"Bubba, no! It was Mrs. Farway and Mrs. Evergraze again! And no, she hasn't spoken to me! Is she really that bad?" I asked again, wondering what she did that was so bad.
"Oh goodness, you nearly gave me a heart attack, Aurora. Stay the hell away from those women, Rory, you're too naive, they'll confuse your little mind. But Kate Argent... is not a good person, at all. She's known for being a thief. She stole from everyone at the market, even assaulted Mr. Cornell when he caught her. But that was years ago, anyways her father, Gerard Argent, got her out of those accusations those, he's 'close' friends with the Mayor," Bubba tried to explain, using his hands to do the quotation over the word "close". I nearly recoiled back in shock at the new information.
"The Mayor's gay?! Doesn't he have a wife?!" I asked Bubba, now incredibly confused. I don't hate gay people, not at all, I'm literally bisexual. I believe all people have the right to love whoever they want to love, regardless of gender, but this man has been married to his wife like a thousand years now... and they have kids, too—and to this day I still laugh at the look my father gave me when that sentence came out of my mouth.
"My Lord, Aurora! No, he blackmailed him!" And afterward Bubba had to explain what blackmail was to me and after getting a stern talking for being a little snoop, I was sent to my room.
While laying in bed, after being banished to it by Bubba, I tried to figure out a plan on how to help Derek but nothing came to mind. I decided I would confront him after school.
And that's exactly what I did the next day. And after taking an entire day to explain the whole situation, what I was doing and what I was planning on doing to Stiles, I managed to get him on board. After I begged him for help for like ten freaking minutes.
"Derek scares me Aurora, let him suffer in peace, please, for the sake of me, pretty please?" He begged me, his arms flailing everywhere—a thing he still does to this day, you can't have a Stiles conversation without he waving his arms around like a madman—and I shook my head at him.
"Quit your begging, peasant boy! You made a pinky promise you'd help, and you're keeping it. Stop being such a coward," I argued, in a weird posh accent. I remember thinking that Stiles needed to calm down, he was acting like as if Derek was going to kill us.
"Aurora, come on-"
"Fine coward boy, I'm going on my own then," I had interrupted him, being fed up with his stubbornness. I had turned around to walk away from him and I was suddenly yanked back, a hand grabbing my arm. I turned and saw it was Stiles. I stared at him in confusion.
"I don't want you going on your own though," Stiles admitted, looking extremely conflicted. I glared at him. He wasn't giving me any leeway in this situation.
"Stiles, what the hell? Dude, I'm going, whether you like it or not. And I don't understand you couldn't just come with, it's not you had to talk to him," I tried bargaining with him, feeling a little bummed because I really wanted to spend some time with Stiles and I thought he was going to come with me but he didn't want to do this and I obviously wasn't going to force him too either.
"Fine, let's go," Stiles groaned out, finally giving up. I broke out into a big smile because thank God, I really didn't want to do it alone.
"Yay!" I cried out, grabbing Stiles' wrist and dragging him out of the school. We managed to find Derek speed walking down a neighborhood and I had a feeling I knew where he was going. We hiding behind Ms. McKenna's house, sneaking glances at him from a safe distance.
"Wait, so how exactly are you gonna do this? Just go up to him and say, 'Hey, your girlfriend is a scummy, gold-digging bitch with a serious history of theft and you should dump her for my sister,'?" Stiles whispered, mimicking me. I smacked his arm for his language and sighed because he was right.
"Just follow my lead," I whispered back and I ran up to Derek, coming up to him from behind.
"Hey Derek, how you doing?" I said, greeting him loudly. He jumped, obviously getting scared by my sudden presence.
"Aurora?" He asked, looking confused. I wiggled my eyebrows at him, smiling.
"In the flesh," I responded boastfully, striking a lil' pose for him. I turned my head, wanting to see where Stiles was and spotted him right behind me. I winked at him and turned to face Derek once again.
"What do you want?" Derek grunted out, his eyebrows scrunching up and his eyes glaring holes into my face. He eyed Stiles up suspiciously too. I decided to continue my lil' innocent act.
"Why are you assuming I want something? Can't I just talk to my old pal?" I lied to him, shaking my head at Derek.
"Who's the boy?" He questioned. I felt Stiles get closer and grip my arm from behind.
"None of your business. Anyways, back t-" I retorted quickly, trying to change the subject from Stiles back to whatever it was I was trying to do. I was still trying to figure out a plan and I only had like twenty-three percent of one at that moment. But Derek cut me off.
"I gotta go, don't talk to me," he grumbled, shutting me down completely. He turned around and began walking once again. I began following him and Stiles followed me.
"Derek, come on, don't go. Derek!" I pleaded, trying to get him to stop but he was ignoring me. I huffed and suddenly an idea came to me.
"How's the house-money treating ya? You just gonna not talk to me because you gonna be rich now?" I quipped, knowing damn well that would get his attention. 'Try ignoring me now, bitch,' I had thought to myself and then I quickly chastised myself for swearing.
Derek whipped around, causing me to stop abruptly, apparently too abruptly for Stiles because he ran right into me, causing me to stumble forward a lot and nearly fall on my face. He grabbed my arm from behind once again, stopping me from making a complete fool of myself.
"How do you know about that?" Derek questioned glaring at me harder than before.
"Don't need to worry about that, Derek, but just know, I'm not the only one," I said, smirking at him as I managed to finally figure out a plan and I had him exactly where I wanted him.
"Who else knows?" He interrogated me, stepping closer to Stiles and I. I stood my ground because if he even thought I found him in the slightest bit intimidating, he was going to be very discouraged and very soon. I decided to still answer his question though.
"The only people I know who know apart from myself and your family are my father and some big-mouthed old ladies. But maybe you should ask your girlfriend, maybe she knows someone else who does..." I hinted, trailing off at the end. I remember seeing something flash across his eyes and face, but as quickly as it appeared it disappeared before I could analyze it.
"How do you know about her?" He asked once again, deciding to get in my face, probably hoping that would get some answers from me. I could basically count his eyelashes from how close he was. Stiles at that moment decided to do something besides stand off to the side with his tail between his legs and that was to get in between Derek and I. He pushed me back and stood protectively in front of me. I couldn't see his face but it must've been a scary one because I honestly, at that moment, I thought Derek would swing at him for his bold move but Derek stared at him for about five seconds and then backed up.
"Y'all suck face where I hunt," I admitted, sneering at him. How dare he get in my face, has he lost his damn mind? I began to get mad because what the hell, why is he being so freaking mean? What happened to nice Derek? What does Amara even see in him anymore? But then I remembered the conversation my mother had with his and I remembered Kate. This is what his mom meant by "I don't recognize my own son anymore," He's acting like this because of her.
"Whatever, I gotta go. Don't tell anyone what you know or else," Derek said, threatening me. I was pissed but I decided to let it go. He went to turn around but I quickly began talking again.
"Wait, come on, Dere-bear, I just wanna talk, why you in such a rush?... Wait, are you in a rush to see her?" I said, realizing that I was right earlier, he was rushing to see Kate.
"Aurora, I really need to get going-" he began to say but I wasn't letting him get away that easily, so I cut him off.
"Yeah, get going out of that relationship!" I interjected in a witty way.
"Shut u-" I cut him off again because don't ever tell me to shut up. Fuck you.
"You're scared of her, Derek. I see it. I've seen what she does to you, what she tells you to do. My Mama told me that in a relationship the couple loves each other. What you guys have... it isn't Love. Hell, it's barely a relationship, Derek. I know you see that." I affirmed, looking him right in his eyes, trying to get him to see what she was doing, trying to get him to see that Kate was a bad person.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," he claimed and I rolled my eyes at him. He's more stupid now for thinking I'm just as stupid as him.
"Derek, you're observant, you're smart, I know damn well you are. I know you see that she isn't a good person, I know you know about her not-so-secret past as a literal criminal, I know you know she's using you to get to that huge stack of money you're about to receive, and I know you know that she's turning you just as rotten as her and that this rotten version of yourself is hurting your family, especially your mother," I stated, glaring right at him. His eyes widened and I quickly continued, "And you're just ignoring that because you don't wanna face the consequences yet."
Derek stared at me and I could tell he looked defeated so I knew I was getting through to him.
I continued, "but the funny thing is, there are no consequences, Derek. If you explain what happened, your family will understand, you know that. They'll forgive you and they'll help you. You know they're there for you always."
"But she'll do something, her... her grandfather is... not a good person," he explained, looking at the ground.
"I know about her grandfather, but you shouldn't suffer through this because of some raggedy old ass man. Now go and break up with that scummy, gold-digging, pedophilic, slimy bitch," I finished, quoting Stiles a lil' bit, walking up to Derek placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me and I smiled at him.
"Now? But-" I cut him off.
"We'll go with you, if you feel like you can't do it on your own, she won't be able to do anything, we some good, innocent, adorable ass kids," I advised, pulling Stiles close to me and pressing my two pointer fingers into his cheeks, making it seems as though he had dimples.
"But Aurora-" I cut him off once again, finally getting fed up with his stubbornness.
"Dude, don't do this for me, do it for your mom. She's hurting seeing you like this," I mentioned, knowing I was hammering this home.
Derek looked as though he was thinking it over and I mentally patted myself on the back for accomplishing this. Stiles looked at me with this face that clearly screamed, 'what the hell else did you just get me into?' And I smiled innocently at him. Derek then spoke up, interrupting our little moment.
"Okay, fine. I'll go break up with her now but-" I nearly burst with joy at the sentence, I didn't even need to hear the rest of it. He's finally doing it!
"Yay, let's go!" I more or else shrieked, grabbing both of their hands, pulling them in the direction of the forest.
The break up consisted of many screams, insults, fake crying, and threats but he managed to maintain being calm and did get through it somewhat cleanly by pulling out the classic 'you're literally a pedophile and I can totally use this information against you and ruin your life forever' card which was a nice touch, in my opinion, got her to back off instantly.
Afterward, he went home, explained the whole situation to his family, apologizing to them. But Stiles and I obviously weren't there for that part, I found out through Talia. She had come over once again and she talked about the whole situation to Bubba over coffee, talking about how they all forgave him, how much he has truly changed and how happy and at peace she finally was. I walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water while she was talking and as I made my way out of the kitchen, my father looked at me and winked at me. I smiled back, greeting Mrs. Hale on the way out.
And the look on Amara's face was great when I told her that a certain boy whose name starts with 'D' was single once again.
After the whole Kate fiasco, For about a month afterward, Derek would show up literally out of nowhere and pull me away from everything to talk to me. Now that I look back at it, I realize he was confiding in me, trusting me and I subconsciously smile at the memories. The first time he appeared out of nowhere. I was in school, in the hallways, talking to Scott and Stiles about some stupid test we had to take the next period. He had come from behind me, startling the hell out of me.
"Can I grab Aurora for a second?" Without even waiting for Scott nor Stiles to respond—which most definitely was going to be a big, fat"no" from the both of them, they had yet to trust him, around that time—he dragged me into an empty classroom. He apologized for being a lil' prick and I accepted his apology, in return I told him if he ever needed a friend to talk to, I'll be there. I didn't he would take me up on that offer so literally.
One day, about three-ish months after the Kate fiasco, Derek had come over to my house. He was telling me about some rumor that was speculating about him and at that moment Amara came in through our door. I smiled at her and then I saw her freeze. I also saw Derek kind of tense up as he stared back at her. I looked at Amara and then Derek and an idea popped into my head, gasping so hard I nearly choked.
"HEY AMARA, how you doing?!" I exclaimed, grinning like wild. She didn't answer, seeming frozen as she probably was trying to figure out why in the world her crush was at her house, so I decided to help her out.
"I'm good, thanks for asking, anyways have you met Derek Hale?" I asked, trying to sound as clueless as possible. Amara looked at me like as if she wanted to smack me and I smirked at her, giving her a thumbs up and winking at her. I got up from the couch and grabbed Derek, pulling him off too. I dragged him towards and I pushed him a lil' so he would be standing right in front of Amara.
"Derek Hale, meet my older sister, Amara Galloway. Amara Galloway, meet my friend, Derek Hale," I overexplained, grinning like a little school girl at the same time. All they did was stare at each other so I huffed, a lil' annoyed that I had to do all the work but I was going to do anyway. I pinched Derek's side and that seemed to snap him out of the trance that my sister's beauty put him in.
"N-nice to meet you," he stuttered out and I could already see them together. I was grinning like a madman.
"Nice to meet you too," Amara echoed shyly. She had this little smile on her face and I saw Derek smiling at her.
"Hey aren't Y'all in the same school? That's crazy, what a coincidence," I rambled out, trying to get them to talk.
"Yeah, I've seen her in halls before," Derek responded, sounding in a slight daze, still staring at Amara. Aurora turned to look at me weirdly.
"Aurora, there's only one school-" she began but I interrupted her.
"Anyways, that was nice, I gotta talk to Derek in private, bye Amara!" I exclaimed, excitedly. Amara stared at me and I motioned for her to go away. She huffed and walked in the direction of her room. I didn't want to send her away but I need her to out of the room for now.
Derek stared at her as she walked away and then when she was out of sight, he turned to look at me. We stared at each other for a few minutes; I had the biggest grin on my face and he looked a little scared.
"Aurora, are you okay? I've never seen you smile this much." Derek commented, looking at me incredulously.
"Am I okay? I'm great! But the real question is... what do you think about my sister?" I asked, not even trying to hide what I was trying to get at.
"What do I think about her? She's... nice I guess," Derek half-confessed, looking over in the direction Amara left. I scoffed, she's Goddamn stunning, nice is belittling to her, well, at least in my eyes.
"You guess? She's more than nice, I would say she's... gorgeous, don't you think?" I instigated, smirking at Derek. His eyes literally bulging out of his head.
"I didn't say that," he sputtered out and he was just making this too easy. They are literally meant for each other.
"Yeah, but you didn't have to because I already know that you want to."
"Umm..." he uttered out, looking around my living room frantically, possibly trying really hard to find something to get out of this conversation. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Derek, I saw the way you look at her, you look like me when I..." I trailed off, stopping myself as I realized where I was taking that god awful comparison. 'You look like me when I stare at Stiles,' I was going to say... how stupid could I be, nearly revealing my crush like that? I internally shook the thought out of my head and quickly continued my sentence, knowing that Derek would catch on and see this as a way out, "Look at some pumpkin bread or something."
"Pumpkin bread? What? You know what? Whatever. I don't like your sister," he disclosed to me, not even realizing it and my eyes widened. Jack-fucking-pot!
"I never said you did," I replied with the biggest, shit-eating, devious, smug smirk on my face. His eyes widened as he quickly realized his mistake.
"Fuck."
Turns out, about two weeks after the whole Kate fiasco, Derek caught me talking to my sister in the halls at school and was wowed at her beauty, because fucking duh, my sister is fucking drop-dead gorgeous, getting hooked on her immediately. He told me he wanted to talk to her but didn't know how to approach her due to the many rumors speculating about him at the moment. A week later, Amara grew some tits and asked Derek out. And the rest is literally history, they are literally married now.
I returned back to reality and realized I was staring right in his red-rimmed eyes. At that moment, that old memory of us made me realize something. I realized just how much I meant to Derek. I realized why Derek and I had such a lovely relationship, why he was so kind to me. I realized why Derek had allowed me to sneak into his life, why he let me slip in through the walls he built. I realized at that moment how much love Derek must have for me. I saved his family from starving to death, got him out of a predatory, abusive relationship, was his friend when he really didn't have any, held all of his secrets, let him confide in whenever he wanted to and helped him meet and get with the love of his life. He wanted me to get in because he trusted me, he cared about me. That old memory took a whole new meaning in my mind.
"Come back, Aurora. Please," Derek pleaded me, more tears falling down his cheeks. I nodded, now noticing that tears falling once again dripping out my eyes. Great, now I'm crying again.
"I will, Dee, I will," I whimpered out and he walked towards me, wrapping me up in a big hug. I hugged his torso tight, feeling my tears wet his shirt. I looked over and I saw his sisters, still crying and holding each other for support, staring right at me. I looked at them and smiled weakly.
"Get over here," I called out to them, pulling my left arm from Derek, motioning them over. They ran at me just like Alise and Amara did minutes ago and I allowed them to group hug me this one time. Might be the last one I ever have, so might as well.
"Time's running out, guys," Alise warned us and I let the Hale siblings go, wiping my tears away as I swore under my breath. I speedily walked towards Talia and hugged her, not wanting to let them leave without a hug.
"Oh, my sweet, brave Angel. You're gonna be okay, okay? You got this in the bag, you hear me? No one can throw a knife or shoot an arrow like you, sweetie. We'll be waiting for you when you win," she encouraged me and I hated it but she actually gave me some hope that I could possibly win this shit-show. I nodded and watch as a single tear ran down her tan skin as she leaned down and kissed my forehead. I smiled and turned to Mr. Hale and he quickly wrapped me up in a hug.
"There's nothing I can really say that hasn't already been said but as Talia said, you can do this, just remember that we're going to be on the edge of our seats waiting for you to return back to us," he promised me and I smiled once again, hugging the man tighter. I pulled away and turned to look at my family, smiling weakly at all of them, looking at them and feeling an almost... bittersweet... emotion? I couldn't think of the proper word since I was so focused on the fact that I had so many emotions running through me at the moment.
"Well, this is it, Y'all," I stated quietly, my voice cracking at the end. Alise suddenly looked panicked.
"No, no it isn't!" She cried out and at that moment Amara decided to speak up, looking very anxious and... bothered.
"Aurora, there's something I have to tell you," she said quickly, her Galloway rambling coming out. And before I could even process the sentence that came out her mouth, the Peacekeeper came in through the door.
"Time's up," he said simply and I felt my begin heart beating erratically. I didn't want them to leave, all of this instantly becoming too real for me but I couldn't cause a scene because then Peacekeeper would nine times out of ten hop in and that's the absolute last thing I want to deal with. Getting a war-styled trauma flashback while my hearts beating a thousand miles a minute and also, on top of that, I'm already on the verge of having a full blown panic attack doesn't sound like a good time for me. Sounds like the literal recipe for a heart attack.
Fuck.
They all began to be escorted out of the room by two Peacekeepers and right before she would step out those doors, Amara ducked under the Peacekeeper's arm and ran towards me. She wrapped me in one last, crushing hug and I felt her press her face up against mine, her mouth close to my ear.
"I'm pregnant. Come back so you can help me name your future niece or nephew," she whispered and turned around, letting the Peacekeeper who's arm she ducked under grab her and pull her out of the room. She was pulled out of the room and the doors were shut abruptly before I could fully process the news.
I stood there in shock at the revelation that was essentially chucked at me, my legs giving out and thank God, I was already standing in front of a chair, my knees would've paid dearly. Amara's pregnant. I'm an Aunt now... Aunt Rory. Let's see if I live to hear myself get called that.
I sat in silence for what felt like forever, with my head in my hands, wondering what the fuck was going on and I wasn't meeting my mentor, seeing Liam, or on the way to my inevitable death yet. Shouldn't I have been gone by now? What were they, or I guess, I was waiting for?
The sound of the doors opening once again got my attention and I swiftly looked up, wanting to see who came in and got the answer to my "who am I waiting for?' question from before because through doors I saw Isaac, Allison, Kira, Boyd, Erica, Lydia, Malia, Scott, and last but not least Stiles wall shuffle into the room.
"That's funny, you thought you were finally gonna stop crying about three minutes ago, didn't you?" I heard a tiny voice say in the back of my head as I stared at the group of friends that I loved so dearly. 'Think again, bitch.
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chapter tres was a long one... sorry, got a little carried away there. PART TWO IS GONNA BE LONGER !!! so sorry, just there's a lot of flashbacks and shit/ anyways, as always feedback always appreciated !!! thanks for reading ♡
#teen wolf#stiles stilinski#stiles#teen wolf crossover#teen wolf fic#hunger games#hunger games fic#hunger games rewrite#stiles stilinski fic#stiles fic#black women#teen wolf rewrite#girl on fire#black original character#stiles stilinski x black!oc#oc: aurora galloway#aurora galloway#CrossOver#black girl#black oc
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I need to make sure, YOU DO ALL 99 QUESTIONS, 99 being "ask anything" so, question for 99 is... Christine or Samantha?
Quite possibly the scariest ask meme I’ve ever answered lmao
how tall are you? I’m somewhere around 5′7 - 5′8
what is your body type? It’s a body, it keeps me alive lol
what is your favorite part about your body? My hair, usually.
is your current hair color your natural hair color? No
are you more outgoing or more shy? Shy
are you more femme or butch? I wanna say femme but that’s only because I have very long hair atm.
are you tol or smol? Tol more than smol
wine mom or vodka aunt? Vodka aunt
weird habit? I nervously bruise myself as weird as that sounds. If I’m at work during a stressful call I’ll end up accidentally bruising my legs or arms by squeezing them so hard in a panic
favorite meme? Lately I’ve been saying stuff and putting this gif of Sarah Paulson from Bird Box right after whatever I’ve said. I’ll include it at the end or my formatting will get all messed up.
do you sing in the shower? Occasionally when I’m waiting the three minutes for my deep conditioner to deep condition (?) I’ll sing Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac or Gypsy.
ever used a bow and arrow? No
are/were you a theatre kid? Nope
have you ever seen a broadway musical? Live? No
do you think musicals are cheesy? No way!
have you ever been a part of a protest or a march? I haven’t.
favorite Cards Against Humanity Card? I’ve never played it physically, but I’ve played it online a couple times.
last movie you watched? Ghostbusters. I needed some Kate McKinnon :P
behind the camera or in front of it? Behind
favorite tv show? American Horror Story or Friends
meaning behind your url First and middle name and then roleplay
reason you joined tumblr Many years ago the lead singer of my favorite band at the time had it.
who’s your closest tumblr friend? I couldn’t pick just one person.
what’s something most people love that you hate? Seafood?
have you ever taken narcotics? No lol
have you had sex? Sex means a lot of things to a lot of different people and as far as what I consider sex to mean to me; no I have not.
have you ever gotten caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? One time the cops followed me home at sixteen because they thought my friend had beer in the car. We were really sims junkies and had several cans of Red Bull and Monster in her backseat.
worst/funniest lie you’ve ever told? This is dumb, but last year I lied to my mom about a hickey that my partner at the time gave me. I had too many to hide and that was my fault lol spoiler alert: she didn’t believe my dumb ass.
describe your passion without mentioning it. Pen, paper, gay
describe your best friend. She is beautiful inside and out. I love her to death.
give us one thing about you that no one knows. Well, I mean two people know this but this past weekend I relapsed for the first time in God knows how long and that’s something I have a lot of shame over. Even though I know anyone reading this won’t find it shameful because we all or most of us deal with this kind of thing.
how do you feel right now? I’m emotional from the last question lol
what is your biggest fear? Abandonment
what’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? Mamma Mia, the ABBA version.
what is the best decision you’ve made in your life so far? Coming out! Literally saved my life.
have you ever tried your hardest and then been disappointed in the end? All the time
something you fantasize about. I fantasize about a day that I can love someone and finally believe they aren’t going to walk away or make me feel that I’m not good enough.
last time you cried and why I cried on Saturday because I didn’t want to be alive anymore lmao this is dark you asked for it 🤷♀️
what was the last thing that made you laugh? The Meryl Streep meme lol
do you really, truly miss someone right now? Yes. Different people at different times.
who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? I really don’t know.
the last time you felt broken? I feel broken every day, haha. Today?
are you starting to realize anything? Starting? I don’t necessarily think so.
are you more dominant or more submissive? I can be either, depending on the other person and the situation.
i’ll only date you if you love Sarah Paulson.
do you prefer to date people the same age as you, younger, or older? I’ve liked people older, I’ve liked people younger. I don’t think I’ve ever liked someone my own age, though. I’m open to whatever.
describe the person you’re in love with/have a crush on in great detail. G r e a t d e t a i l
do you have any kinks? See the turn on question.
first thing you notice in a person? Eyes, hair and kindness/personality.
how can someone win your heart? Loyalty and common interests.
been rejected by a crush? Of course
have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? Yes
would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? I never text, it’s probably like Kelly lmao. I’ll show her this, but no. I don’t think I’ve ever been romantically involved with a straight girl.
is trust a big issue for you? Yeppp
did you hang out with the person you like recently? I don’t hang out with anyone tbh
is confidence cute? I think if a girl knows she’s got it, then that’s great. Like own whatever you’re good at / if you’re cute af own that you’re cute af. Everyone’s cute af, girls are unbelievable
what would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? Hypothetically, if I liked a person and they kissed someone else deep down inside that would probably make something in my chest flinch, but I wouldn’t say anything.
would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? I don’t think so, but I laugh pretty easily.
does the person you have feelings for right now know you do? To be completely honest, when I came out I pretty much memorialized every girl I liked from 11 years old to 2017 within my coming out letter. Anybody I’ve liked from 2017 - present knows that I liked them. I’m usually the “keep it in until I die” kind of person though.
ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? I’ve done this several times and I’m sure I’ll never stop.
do you want to get married It scares me, but yeah.
worst thing you’ve ever done? I accidentally told a client “That’s great, bye!” when she told me her husband couldn’t hear properly to do a survey. (I was very sick and a little high on painkillers)
three things that turn you on. Cover your eyes kiddos. 1) Thigh kisses. 2) Lower stomach kisses. 3) Neck kisses / hickeys. Friiiick
who do you hate? Hate is a very strong word, I greatly dislike someone but that’s neither here nor there.
favorite term of endearment? Probably baby, but I like honey if I’m the one saying it
who was your celebrity/fictional gay awakening? Courteney Cox
intimidating girls or kind girls? Kind
what do you look for in a possible partner? Someone who is trustworthy, kind, sensitive and again as always can make a grilled cheese that doesn’t look like a wet sock
do you tend to like more masculine, feminine, or androgynous girls? I’ve liked literally all of them, I’m just a giant lesbian
are you good at flirting? Nope lmao
who was the first person you came out to? I think it was @therainbowtink if we’re getting technical here but I’m sure @onenighttofuckupmylife had to be a close second once I really knew for sure.
do you have any friends who are wlw? All of them except two
is your crush wlw? All of my crushes have been, thankfully
last person to make you reconsider your sexuality? No man has that power, come on now
write a short love poem to your crush/self? Dear self, you are a dumb ass. Love, Samantha.
do you fall in love easily? Ohohoho
is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about? Yes. It varies, but I’ve got a couple.
are you good at hiding your feelings? I try, I have no idea if I’d ever make it as an actor. I act at work every day when I pretend to not have severe anxiety lol
are you a forgiving person? Yes
what is your “type?” I have no type, I’m just gay af
fall asleep in her arms or rub her back until she falls asleep in yours? They’re both such rewarding places to be. Being able to give someone that comfort is one of life’s greatest gifts, but when you’re really really tired or really really sick you want nothing more than to curl up against your person and pass tf out against them. I couldn’t choose.
tall girls or short girls? Both!
hugs or kisses? Oof. I don’t know, it depends on the situation. Both are fun. I’m kind of an awkward hugger I’d rather snuggle
twirl her around or get twirled? I’m too old both of those make me want to throw up haha.
tummy kisses or thigh kisses? Honestly they both fuck me up, but I like giving tummy kisses better than giving thigh kisses.
hairline kisses or neck kisses? Neck always
play with her hair or stroke her tummy? These are both very rewarding who wouldn’t choose both
making out or soft kisses? Soft, but sometimes you just need to make out 🤷♀️
hugs around the neck or hugs around the waist? Both!
how confident are you in your sexuality? 110%
when you like someone do you blush or get butterflies in your stomach? Butterflies in the stomach 110%
have you ever liked a friend as more than a friend? did you tell them? Do you mean every single time I’ve liked someone? I’m reasonably sure every girl I’ve ever liked up until present know that I liked them.
how old were you when you realized you were into girls? This question is tricky. I was 10 when I had my first crush on a girl. 17 when it happened again, but didn’t acknowledge that I had one until 20.
most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of a cute girl? I’ve done a thousand embarrassing thins.
do you have a favorite lesbian ship? is it canon? Foxxay and no because Ryan Murphy is a coward.
what is the most aggravating thing someone has said to you about your sexuality? When I came out my grandma told me “we have no reason to discuss your sex life” and that not only aggravated me, but hurt. Alternatively, my aunt told me that I like girls because my dad wasn’t around for a chunk of my life and that hurt me I think more than aggravated me, although it did that too because it’s never been any of her business.
when was the last time a girl made your heart flutter? Have you seen Sarah Paulson? Every single day. Every. day.
what is love to you? Love is when you care about someone and their well-being. We love our pets, we love our family, we love our friends, we love artists and actors and musicians. We love ourselves. Love comes in many forms.
ask me anything. Call me whatever you want (just not Sam lol)
A straight couple: shows PDA in public
Me:
#asks#personal tag.#thank you this made me insanely emotional#there's some pg13 themes under the cut#self harm tw#sorry i just don't want anyone to feel triggered by what i've said#alurous
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Tyler Seguin: You Don’t Have Me: Part 6
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You woke up that morning, having not moved at all in the middle of the night, with a large tattooed arm wrapped around your stomach. You were momentarily confused, until you saw Tyler’s messy brown locks on your right side near your boob. His legs were intertwined with yours. He was pretty much on top of you, or as much your sore body would allow him to be.
Reaching for your phone, you checked to see how missed calls and messages you had from Anna and your Mom. Between the two of them, plus some other random notifications, there were 23 messages and calls. Deciding that your Mom would be the more calm and rational of the two, you dialed her number.
“(Y/N), honey, are you okay? What happened?” She answered, immediately.
“Mom, I’m fine. It was just a little accident, okay?” You whispered, trying not to wake Tyler up but, it was too late. He had shifted on his stomach, his head in his hands. He was taking his time waking up, leaning over slightly to glance at you, scanning your face to see if you were okay. “I just had to get stitches on my forehead, but don’t worry we can cover it for the wedding.”
“I don’t care about how you look in the wedding.” She started. “I do, I just care about you way more. I’m coming over-“
“Mom really it’s okay.” You interrupted. “I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.” As soon as you finished talking, Tyler got out of bed. He was only wearing his underwear. That’s what he wore to bed? The million and one thoughts you had about Tyler and his choice of underwear were disrupted as your Mom started talking again.
“You may be a big girl, but you’ll always be my baby, so, yes- I’m coming over.” She said. You gave in, not protesting any further and before you hung up you made sure to tell her to pass on the news to Anna. You would call her yourself, but your head was hurt and Anna would just multiply that tenfold.
A few minutes later Tyler reappeared, a tray in his hand. A tray that you didn’t even know that you owned, so that was good. You gave him a confused look as he walked into your room, still only wearing dark gray boxer briefs. You cursed his parents or God or really whoever was to blame for making a man who could look that handsome so early in the morning.
“I brought you breakfast.” He smiled. You looked at the tray, before turning your head to look at him. “A lightly toasted bagel with strawberry cream cheese and decaf coffee because your doctor told you not to have caffeine while on your pain meds, which I also brought.” He said holding them out for you in the palm of him hand. “Also, while you eat that, I’m going to go to CVS real quick and grab your prescription because it should be ready by now and that will also give you some alone time with your Mom.”
You smiled and thanked him, taking the pills with the water he had left by your bedside table last night that you had never actually opened. He turned to go the bathroom to get dressed, but you stopped him.
“Hey T, if you don’t want to wear the clothes you were wearing last night, there’s a pile of stuff you’ve left here over the years in the closet.”
He turned instantly and smiled. “You called me T.”
You gave him a confused look. “Yeah, and your point?”
“You haven’t called me T in months.” He said, still smiling.
“Oh.” You immediately got flustered.
“Don’t freak out, it’s a good thing.”
You gave him a light smile as he walked away into your closet to rummage through the pile of clothes that had been left at your house over the years. As he walked into the bathroom to shower, you spent your time clutching your coffee mug and overthinking everything.
Even with your Mom helping you out, Tyler stayed at your house for three days, helping you with whatever you need. After he went to make you dinner on the second night and realized that you were out of some stuff, he went grocery shopping for you. It started to annoy you how helpful he was being, especially when he wouldn’t let you do anything. But then there were times where you loved having him there. On the last night he stayed, the night before you would go back to work, after you had complained all day about how gross your hair was going to be since you couldn’t really figure out how to wash it without getting your stitches wet, he helped you wash your hair. Not really even helped, he just flat out washed your hair.
You had walked into the bathroom to grab something and you found him putting a chair by your sink, and a towel on the back rest, so that you could lay your head on it. When you asked him what he was doing, he explained how he had Googled what he could use to cover up your stitches so that he could wash your hair and then promised he’d be gentle. As he was finishing his big speech he added a slight and quiet, “only if you want to.” You answered the only way you knew how, by giving him the biggest of hugs, whispering thank you in his ear. Then, you sat down in the chair and let him wash your hair, he had even braided it when it was done so that it could be curly and, “you won’t even have to do anything to it in the morning.”
Thinking about it now, you realized it was by far the nicest thing anyone had ever done for you.
That same night, the two of you talked, promising to see each other more, that the two of you would start to hang out again. You even made plans to meet him the next day, for dinner after your first day back at work since the accident. Even though he was dropping you off for work that morning, since your car was still totaled and you hadn’t bothered getting a rental yet. Which, was something you definitely had to do soon. Tyler still wanted to make sure you were okay and see you after work.
When Tyler had texted you the address and name of the restaurant to meet him at you were surprised to see he picked a fancier restaurant. He had offered to pick you up, but honestly, you wanted a moment to yourself before seeing him, and your office was pretty close to the restaurant. So, you ubered there. You had brought an extra outfit to change into at work, so that you would like nice and not so office-y but as you checked it over in your office’s bathroom mirror you realized a pit was forming in your stomach. You were nervous.
Why were you nervous?
You and Tyler had hung out thousands of times before, he had just literally lived in your house for three days. The two of you had seen each other through all of the ups and downs, you knew everything about him and he knew everything about you. There was no reason to be nervous.
Or maybe there was a reason to be nervous. What if it was different? What if hanging out with Tyler wasn’t the same anymore?
When you got to the restaurant, your heartbeat started to rise, and then you saw him, wearing a dress shirt and a sit jacket. I mean, yeah, this was on the fancier side of restaurants, but even still, he was dressed up. He stood up when he saw you being led over by the hostess, a smile on his face as he kissed your cheek.
“Hi, how do you feel?”
“Fine.” You smiled. “How was your workout?”
You conversation was interrupted by a waiter taking your drink order, normally you would have gotten a drink but since you couldn’t drink alcohol while on you were on the pain medication you stayed with water. Tyler, not wanting to drink if you weren’t, did the same.
The two of you fell into a silence, something not feeling right but you couldn’t put your finger on it. You were both looking at your menus, but not really looking at them, and honestly, even if you were interested in eating nothing on this overpriced menu excited you. All you really wanted were some French fries.
If this had been a date, it would have been disastrous. The two of you weren’t talking, just occasionally sneaking glances at each other, watching what the other was doing.
The one time he did try to make contact, his arm reached out for yours. He was trying to hold your hand, you thought and it was a really sweet gesture, but instead he knocked over your glass of water, spilling it all over the table, you, and the floor. You both, along with a few waiters tried to clean it up, but it was clear that there was still some underlying awkward tension between the two of you. Finally you sat back. “Tyler.” You said and his head popped up. “What are we doing?” You exhaled.
“I don’t know.” He said, a lighter tone present in his voice.
“This shouldn’t be this awkward.”
“No.” He sighed. “It shouldn’t.” He paused for a second, his eyes falling before they popped back up. “Wanna get out of here?”
You nodded, as he pulled out his wallet, leaving a one hundred dollar bill on the table before the two of you exited the restaurant rather quickly, trying not to make a commotion. But, that was pretty unsuccessful as people started to realize who he was and of course, the spilling of the water glass had caused quite the hoopla.
As the two of you got into his car, you realized that no plan was made for what the two of you were going to do now. But thankfully, Tyler was one step ahead of you. Which, was weird, because it was usually the other way around.
“Are you hungry?” He asked.
“Yeah, and honestly, the only things I want right now are French fries.” You said, turning to look at him.
“Is McDonalds okay?” His face looked oddly hopeful. You shouldn’t have been surprised, remembering how much the man loved his fast food. Thinking about it, this should been way more problematic for an athlete of his caliber, but he only had like three percent boy fat, as he’d mentioned once or twice, so it really couldn’t hurt him too much.
You nodded at him while chuckling a little bit. You mind instantly flashing back to all of the times he would stop by your place after a game, a familiar brown paper bag in hand. Just before he pulled up to the drive thru he stopped and looked at you. “The usual?” He asked. You gave him a reassured nod before he order for the two of you. You didn’t know wether to be impressed and a bit touched that he remembered your order or dissapointed yourself for getting McDonalds that often that you had a usual order.
As you sat in the passenger seat of his car, a chicken McNugget in your hand you felt a rush of conflicting emotions through your body. On one hand things felt very different, but on the other hand they felt very much the same. And you couldn’t tell if it terrified you or made you feel comfortable. Or both, if that was even possible.
#Tyler seguin#you don't have me fic#YDHM#NHL imagines#hockey imagines#Hockey Fanfiction#hockey rpf#hockey imagine
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9.
Hello to whoever still reads these!
For those of you who know me, (and even those of you who don’t) you probably know that I am a little bit of a [budget] adrenaline junkie. It’s not a cheap habit to fund, and I’m sure my mom would rather me be a knitting junkie or a getting good grades junkie, but I turned out how I turned out. I blame my dad for encouraging this– we made a pact when I was 7 or 8 that I’d go skydiving with him when he turned fifty, and my first trip to Universal Studios as a kid was spent trying to sneak onto the big scary rides that I was too little for (admittedly a bad move and, yes, we are all shocked that I am alive at 22).
Anyway, this weekend I went whitewater rafting in the Pacuare River, which I had never heard of before I was literally in bus on my way there. I was minimally involved in the planning of this trip and basically just showed up where I was told at the ridiculous hour that I was told to show up.
The rafting company picked us up outside our school in San Jose, and took us over the mountains to the east and to Squirres, Limón where we ate breakfast and headed down to the river. The guide scared the absolute sh*t out of us on the ride over about all the ways we were going to die in the river, I decided if it was my time it was my time, we saw a King Vulture which is apparently very rare where we were, and then we were suddenly rafting.
Rapids are classified on a scale of I to VI, but commercially you can only do up to class V. Class VI is reserved for people who want to raft and kayak off of waterfalls, but must do so at their own risk and without a commercial rafting guide. The Pacuare has rapids class I to class IV, and we cycled through all of these over a span of about 19 miles. For anyone who was wondering why I didn’t write this post until four days later, it’s because I just regained the use of my arms. The rapids were thrilling, but what really made the trip incredible for me was the landscape (riverscape?). I’ll include photos below, but there’s no way that a single one of them is going to do this place justice. The Rio Pacuare is allegedly one of the top five places to go whitewater rafting in the world, so I may have seriously spoiled myself by doing it for the first time there, and I don’t have any other points of reference to compare this to, but I believe that whole top five business.
It felt like I was in a dream. At one point, we were able to leave the boats and just float ourselves down the river, and I was so lost in the moment, I was just laughing to myself the whole way down, in complete disbelief that I was even living real life. I’m sure people feel like this all the time, or maybe you think you have but haven’t (definitely would have thought I understood this feeling prior to actually feeling it), and I’ve definitely been overwhelmed with my appreciation for the beauty of certain places in my life, but never like this. I don’t know how to explain it without sounding like a crazy person or using cliches like “enchanting” and “picturesque,” so I’ll move on, but if you do nothing else in your life, go raft down the Pacuare. The adrenaline, plus the pure appreciation for life and the world, was an insane and druglike combination.
There were 8 people and a guide in our boat, all of us laughing and joking and screaming and trying to wrap our heads around the experience all four hours we were on the water.
PS-- in keeping with the themes of my last post... This entire trip (pickup, 3 hour ride, breakfast, rafting, lunch, another 3 hour ride) was all $85.
It’s worth mentioning that I suffer one of the worst cases ever recorded of a condition called RBF (Resting Bitch Face), and an accompanying condition called Crippling Negativity, but I bought the rafting photos (because I’m a sucker) and I have never seen myself look so happy. Both of those Real Medical Conditions were temporarily 100% cured. Even my mom said she hadn’t seen me that happy. I can genuinely not remember ever having been so happy in my entire life, either, which sounds depressing but I swear I was just that stoked to be alive on that day. I was feeling so in love with life, and that’s one of those feelings you just want to bottle up and keep under your bed just in case.
Birds and butterflies passed overhead, waterfalls poured down next to us on either side, and people from an indigenous group called the Cabécar fished along the banks. The Cabécar live along the ridges of the Talamanca Mountain Range and make the trek (sometimes four or five hours) down to town for work or to buy clothes and toiletries. They don’t walk around in loincloths carrying spears, just jeans and t-shirts like the rest of us, but live without electricity in their homes, and practice small-scale agriculture and hunting for food. Also, take notes, the Cabécar are a matrilineal society, which means that the mothers are the heads of the household. They speak their own language, and are almost entirely self-sustained. We passed under a few of their transportation systems– a “zipline” type rig in which a person gets into a large basket and pulls themselves over the river to cross it, like a big hand-powered cable car. They’re also a pretty private people who close their doors and windows should a stranger happen across their homes, which is pretty much the same thing I do, so I liked learning about them and seeing them on the river. As we passed by one of the men fishing in the river, he pulled a fish out with his bare hands and held it up with a big giant smile to show us.
So, yeah, life felt pretty unreal on Saturday and I’m still not sure that entire day really happened, but here are some photos that barely do the trip justice. I didn’t take any of these, which is pretty clear because I am in most of them.
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Apparently, the Carpet-Pisser has made a return. I do not understand this sh*t, man. B*tch literally attacked our mom. Twice. We called the cops about it. There's police reports. Never mind the actual domestic case on her after one of their drunken brawls outside of our apartment which ended with her being detained and him with another torn shirt. I wanted to call he cops about that but my mom wouldn't let me. The neighbors did. That's where we are right now, or rather, were at one point. We are at drive-by stonings now. Why is my brother still romantically this train wreck of a person? After all that? After everything she's done to him, let alone the family? Never mind the sh*t that happened before, like the actual carpet pissing incident, which ended in another instance of the cops getting called and her getting detained. Yeah, the carpet pissing was the beginning a whole thing which ended with a hole in a door and a swing at a cop. And he was seeing her again within a month of that sh*t. I don't understand, man. It's like he refuses to acknowledge throw toxic that relationship is, how destructive it is to everyone in its vicinity. I cannot stress this fact enough; She threw a chunk of street through our mother's bedroom window, and this asshole is demanding that she be allowed to come back into our home because he wants to f*ck her. How is that not one of the sh*ttiest thing, ever?
It's wild to me that my brother thinks he's the most altruistic, that he constantly puts the family before himself, when he keeps doing sh*t like this. My mom took him in when he got evicted from his apartment with two stipulations: Go back to school and don't bring that carpet-pissing b*tch around. She did so at a substantially reduced rent and gave him the spare room she had in good faith. Motherf*cker didn't even have a bed to sleep on. He's still sleeping on her spare bed to this day! Almost six years later, He's still hasn't gone back to get his degree, hasn't paid a full year of rent, and he was sneaking her majesty, The Water Works Queen, into the apartment within a month of the move. My brother gave his word he would follow these stipulations and then immediately didn't. But he's an honest and upstanding person, right? He's the most empathetic and selfless of us all, right? He always puts family over self, though, right? Motherf*cker actually had the audacity to tell my mother, to her face, "She didn't mean to hurt you." The b*tch who through a whole boulder of concrete through my mom's bedroom window, one that had the trajectory of smashing into the side of her head if she was in her room that night, “didn't mean to hurt you.” That second bit, i was in her room when that chunk of street came through the window. Intention or not, that sh*t would have seriously injured out mother and you're just good with bringing this b*tch back around here? You just expect our ma to get over it because you want to f*ck her attacker? Word? It's just okay because he said she was sorry? Those mental gymnastics are tantamount to the Right dismissing that treason in January as just another tour at the Capitol. Seriously, Dude is basically demanding that the victim of assault, welcome their attacker back into their home, because he wants to f*ck said attacker. How do you read that and think to yourself, “fair.”
Like, in his head, what's supposed to happen? That we're all just going to accept this sh*t because he "loves" her? That we are going to be get over her many, many. MANY, transgressions against the family because he doesn't want to put in the effort to meet someone who won't throw chunks of street at our mom? We're just supposed to suffer in silence because he refuses to seek any semblance of therapy to get right with himself, so he can get right with a real woman? Like, i hate this hoe. Hate her. So does my other little brother. So does the vast majority of the friend group they share. No one likes this b*tch because she's trash. Everyone in his life knows that. Everyone. Choosing her will alienate him from the family but I'm sure he'll spin that sh*t as our fault, somehow, in the little distorted world he's built for himself, in that spastic mind of his, where he never has to take responsibility for his objective sh*ttiness. He actually believes he's never wrong, that he's the consummate victim in his own life. We are the reason he didn't finish school because he had to pay rent so he needed to work instead of study, not the constantly blown financial aid loans of sneakers and weed instead of paying tuition. Never mind that you can do both, that I know people who did both. That he knows people who did both. It's our fault he lost his apartment because it was too much for him to handle alone and no one wanted to move in with him, even though living with him absolutely meant we'd have to regularly deal wit the Carpet-Pisser. He's a terrible roommate overall but that Carpet-Pisser bit is a deal-breaker for us. I told him as such and he refuses to accept it. No, in his delusion, I didn't move in with him because I hate him, not the dizzy b*tch who pissed on my carpet and needed the cops to restrain her violent, drunken, outburst. Who wouldn't want to deal with that every weekend? Gold medal level mental gymnastics.
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Neighbor AU! Lai Guanlin [Requested]
Pairing: Lai Guanlin x Reader
Genre: Fluff// Neighbor! Au // Bulletpoint- scenarios
Requested:sorry i took too long to answer you back, i only saw your reply today. anyways, regarding the guanlin fluff, i was thinking about neighbor!au (can be idol!guanlin or not) hehe :”> thank you so much 💗💗💗💗💗
Summary/Extra:Guanlin moves into your neighborhood and is a lost puppy// I was debating whether to write it as a fic or a bulletpoint-scenario so it ended up kinda messy. I hope you enjoy tho!
•Alright so one day you were just minding your own business, ya know doing yo thang, scrolling through Instagram
•Till like noises from outside made you sit up in curiosity
•since your bed is like across the window you could kinda see some people were finally moving into the house to the left of yours
•but like ew neighbors and you laid back down cause that’s none of your business
•a couple minutes later your mom yells your name and you’re literally scrambling down the stairs
•”yes?”
•”say hi to our new neighbors.”
•you would have whined a little but she was making that face (you know the face where parents are like be normal or I will hit you and you will never hear the end of this type of face?)
•So you turned towards the family with your best smile and say ‘hi welcome to the neighborhood I hope you like it here. Oh and you can call me (y/n)’
•You should have seen how proud your mother was with your introduction but that’s not the point
•taking a quick glance at the family you spot a guy your age
•You mentally sigh because he is the most handsomest thing on planet earth you’ve ever seen Well besides Jihoon who is your best friend but what he doesn’t know won't’ hurt him and your only interactions with him would probably be cringe neighbor stuff
•after the awkward introduction you sort of forgot about your new neighbors till you walked out of your house and noticed he wore a similar uniform to you
•You didn’t actually take a good look because you were more concerned in getting into class on time rather than being late
•and it didn’t cross your mind till you heard chatter about a new student being in your class
•you were actually interested in knowing if said student was your neighbor cause though he knew your name, you didn’t know his
•and before you knew it your mind was filled with questions about him
•soon the bell rung signaling the beginning of school
•the teacher walked in and quieted the students to make some announcements before telling the student to enter the classroom
•once he entered the room he received loud response from the class
•he had a gummy smile the whole time
•”Hello, I’m Lai Guanlin from Taipei please take care of me.”
•The teacher thanked him and asked him to please take a seat
•as his eyes scanned the classroom for empty seats his eyes locked with yours before making his way to his desired seat
•You watched as he sat next to you and noticed how his smile got slightly wider and his first words to you were the cutest thing ever
•”Hi neighbor.”
• A little cringey but you still thought it was super cute just because of how happy he was
•However your interactions were cut short when the teacher called attention to the front board to start class
•You couldn’t help but pout a little wanting to know a little more about your neighbor whom you had just found out was from Taipei
•But the gesture didn’t go unnoticed by your one and only best friend
•He was quick to nudge you intrigued with the interactions exchanged from the both of you
•”You're totally into him.”
•”Be quiet Jihoon.” *elbows his tummy*
•”Deny it all you want (y/n)~”
•You rolled your eyes before sneaking a glance at Guanlin
•You were merely interested in all honesty not romantically but more in a friendly way
•”Ohhohoho sneaking glances already?”
*Que another tummy elbow jab and Jihoon grunting in pain*
•ANYWAYS
•After homeroom you headed to your next class not really expecting to share any classes with Guanlin because you barely shared any classes with Jihoon
•But you were surprised to find the taller male by your side as you walked
•”Um (y/n) right?”
•”Yup!”
•He shot you another gummy smile before nervously scratching the back of his head
•”Do you know where classroom K307 is?”
•”...On the other side of the building…But I can walk you if you want, I just have to tell the teacher ”
•”Please?”
•And that’s kinda how your day went, you walked Guanlin to his classes occasionally with a jealous Jihoon why ya’ll gonna make ma boy 3rd wheel
•By the end of the day both of you headed your separate ways… Well kind of Guanlin was picked up while you walked home
•Once you got home your mom instantly bombarded you with question
•”Did you know the neighbors son goes to your school?”
•”How is he? Is he nice? What’s his name?”
•You answered all her question before heading up to your room to do some homework
•after about a good amount of doing home working with a bit of getting side track you had finished your homework
•It was getting dark by now so you moved from your desk to your bed and laid there, going through your phone lazily
•However you were soon interrupted with the sound of something hitting your window
•Getting up you walk to your window and find Guanlin smiling like a kid as he waved, halfway sticking out of his window
•You opened your window and mimicked his actions
•”What are you doing?”
•”I just wanted to say thanks for helping me get to my classes today!”
•You roll your eyes playfully unable to hide the smile playing on your lips
•”You couldn’t have texted me?”
•”I-I don’t have your number!”
• You pulled your phone out of your pocket but was stopped mid way when your mom suddenly called your name for dinner
•”Hey Guanlin I have to go right now I’ll talk to you later alright?”
•”W-wait can I-“
•”Bye Guanlin!”
•You quickly waved goodbye and shut the window before hurrying down the stairs
•once you got back to your room you glanced out your window and noticed the lights were off so you didn’t bother and went to bed
•the next day the idea completely slipped your mind till Guanlin had taken his seat next to yours
•”oh hey Guanlin about yesterday what were you going to ask me?”
•”oh that…*awkwardly clears throat* I was gonna ask if I could have your number… I-I MEaN OnLy iF YOu WAnT TO B-bUT yUO DoN’t HAve tO.”
•By the time he was done stumbling over his words you had already scribbled your digits on a piece of paper before handing it to him
•”Here.”
•”T-Thanks.”
•”But you can still talk to me via window it’s cute.”
•You shot Guanlin a smile in which he returned and your could've sworn you saw him blush a little
•but of course the cute moment was short lived before Jihoon’s voice creeped into your ear
•”Just date already.”
•*que you kicking his leg* bruh stop abusing this baby
•class soon started afterwards though so it’s not like Jihoon had really interrupted anything
•the day went on as normal with you occasionally helping Guanlin to his next class if he had forgotten and just so happened to see you along his way
•and this kind of carried on for a while till Guanlin has memorized his classrooms
•but that didn’t really stop the friendship from growing
•Guanlin and you still said hi when you passed each other in the halls
•had late night talks about stupid things whether it be over phone or via window
•if anything you could say he was becoming your second best friend
•One particular night Guanlin had hit your window multiple times with small pebbles till you finally opened your window
•”You know you could have texted instead of pelting little rocks at my window.”
•”I know but it’s fun!”
•He gave you his adorable gummy smile and of course you sighed in defeat
•”Of course it is. One day I hope it breaks.”
•”Hey!!”
•”I’m joking but whatsup?”
•”Your smart right?”
•”Decently why?”
•”Can you tutor me?”
•”oh omg is thee Lai Guanlin asking me to tutor thy?”
•”Yes. Now can you tutor me or naw????”
•”listen swaggy rapper keep the sass to yourself. But sure what do you need help in?”
•”everything”
•Your jaw literally dropped but you obliged and the studying session began the next day
•after class you and Guanlin had met up in the library to try and figure out where he needed help the most
•in all honesty he wasn’t bad he just took longer to grasp some concepts
•and this continued on for a while to the point studying at the school library went to studying in your room
•most of the time you guys would study but occasionally you two would mess around as in make jokes, poke fun at each other or watch videos
•every study session would usually end with your head on his shoulder with both of you laughing at dumb videos
•thought one day during study session you were a lot sleeper than usual and ended up falling asleep
•Guanlin noticed and his face softened before he placed you in your bed and tucked you in before he quietly left
•when you woke up with Guanlin’s coat on the next day your guys friendship kinda deepened into something more for each of you
•I mean it was bound to happen you two basically spent every chance you had with each other js
•But of course both of you kept your feelings to yourself with subtle hits
•like Guanlin would brush his hand against yours before holding it if you didn’t pull it away
•both of you would subtly complement each other and laugh even more at each other’s joke not matter how stupid they wer
•if someone didn’t know better they would have already thought both of you were dating
•ANYWAYS
•While Guanlin and you were hanging out Guanlin had told you he was going to be on a show called produce 101
•At first you thought he was joking because ITS FRiCkeN PRoDucE 101
•but when you realized he wasn’t you were really happy for him like genuinely happy for him
•okay maybe a little too excited for him like you were already imagining his audition and how he was going to do so amazing
•”okay but like your going to capture the hearts of the judges trust me.”
•”like their wigs will be snatched.”
•”okay but like you better still text me or I will kick you when you come back.
•anyways Guanlin was just happy how super supportive his best friend was
• When Guanlin finally left he felt confident asl But was still really nervous but kept thinking of you
•You were still so excited to see Guanlin on 101 so when the first episode dropped you literally stopped everything and told everyone to shut up
•OH AND YOU ALSO WERE ROOTING FOR JIHOON BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT YOUR GUANLIN- wait what
•But after watching the first episode you kinda felt bad for Guanlin but continued to support him *and Jihoon*
•throughout the show you swore you never cried and screamed so much
•But you had fallen in love with the other trainees and their hardwork and dedication especially with Guanlin
•so when the last episode was coming up you were a literally wreck
•you became even more of a wreck when Guanlin’s parents had invited you to come watch the last stage live with them
•of course you said yes and when the day came it was literally so surreal
•Especially when Boa had started to announce the final line up
•you literally so nervous like you didn’t even know why
•BUT BITCH WHEN YOUR TWO BEST FRIENDS HAD MADE IT INTO THE FINAL LINEUP YOU BEST BELIEVE YOU WERE A CRYING MESS BUT IT WAS OUT OF HAPPINESS
•You had first found Jihoon though and hugged the crap out of him and literally yelled congratulation at him and told him how proud you were of him
•when you found Guanlin you both literally yelled each other’s name and you ran into his arm
•y’all hugged each other so tightly awww lil cutie
•Guanlin was so excited and in the moment that when he pulled back he had kissed you in the moment and cause he liked you
•Honestly you were super shocked but kissed back because heck you liked this boy a lot that’s an understatement
•when he pulled back you both were smiling little blushy nerds
•and your faces only got redder when the boys cheered the both of you
•Guanlin ended up pulling you flush against his chest in a hug,giggling like a child
•”you have no idea how badly I wanted to do that.”
•”oh?so you liked me back for a while?”
•”shut up I caught you staring when you introduced yourself cutie. You were in love at first sight~”
•”shoot caught red handed.”
•”I love you, you little nerd.”
•”I love you too s-swaggy rapper.”
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