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dream-a-little-longer-1 · 2 years

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Hello luna! it's my first time requesting on tumblr. I hope you're not gonna eat a piece of bread for dinner again.😣 pls do eat something more healthy and take care of yourself😉(was really worried when I read the note on the last post. I just thought maybe you could do a 2nd part of the your child have a nightmare but this time reader wakes up seeing their child in bed with them in the morning? You don't have to do if you don't want to😅 its just a random thought that I think it's cute. But once again your health matters the most.💓

Hello there!!!welcome to my blog!

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Im happy u r requesting!

Omgs haha!no dont worry,i actually ate for lunch!thank u for worrying tho,u r so cute i swear!!!i have such cute friends here!

And ofc it'll be my pleasure to write a second part!!have fun reading,and thank u again for ur concern!stay safe!

Love,Luna

You can read the first part here

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William

•When you snuggle closer in your husband's arms,and feel a pair of smaller ones wrapped tightly around you

•you could've sworn you'd gone to bed with only one pair of them

•so slowly,you open you eyes to the light of the morning coming from the window

•and upon seeing the sight in front of you,your heart melts completely

•you child,is sleeping in between you and your husband

•and your heart absolutely clenches from how adorable this looks

•how you child is so alike your husband;with their soft blonde locks,and his scarlet eyes now closed

•William's arms are around both of you,and you cant help but to lean over to kiss him on the forehead,

•then lean down to kiss you child on the cheek,careful not to wake them up

• " asked me to sleep here last night,had a nightmare."

•William's voice is still low with sleep

•but his one single eye shines brightly

•and when he leans over to kiss you softly on the lips,you cant help but to sigh

•you feel like the luckiest person alive

Louis

•When you wake up from your sleep,

•you immediately feel the extra weight upon yourself,and its not from your husband's wrapped arm around you

•with much difficulty,you flutter your eyes open,only to be met by two pair of scarlet eyes staring at you

• "good morning!!!"

•the twin, excited voice of your husband and your child greet you

•you have only a moment to blink,before your child is kissing you cheeks sloppily,

•Louis pulling you closer to kiss your forehead

•and when you start laughing so loud,you sides begin to hurt

•you dont even care about starting the day late

•not with the comforting warmth of your family surrouding you

Mycroft

•today was supposed to be your day off,and you'd planned to sleep the better half of it with your husband

•you knew how much Mycroft lacked sleep,so you were planning to not let him out of the bed at least until noon

•so when something snuggles closer into your stomach,you immediately know its not your husband

•when you open your eyes and stare blearily down,the familiar raven hair is all you see before sighing softly

• "you awake? it's still early."

•a soothing voice in your ear says

•you sigh, leaning back against the comforting presence of your husband,feeling Mycroft wrapping his arm tighter around your waist

•and when he kisses you neck,and tells you to go back to sleep

•you only nod,and wrap your own arms around your child

•needless to say all three of you will sleep until noon,only to wake up from hunger to eat lunch

Sherlock

•lately you've been working harder than usual,torn between the housework and your job

•so when the weekend finally comes,you had declared that you will sleep until noon,and nobody is allowed to wake you up

•Sherlock,had of course agreed, knowing how much you needed sleep

•he had promised that he would take care of things that day,and that you dont even need to move a muscle

•but you should've known better,as you had two little kid around (one being your husband),sleep wouldn't be an easy thing

•so when a tiny finger pokes you in the cheek,you cant help but to groan slightly

• "hey!cut it out,let her sleep."

• "but im hungry!"

• "i dont care! I'll make you something,so let your mama sleep."

•there's a pause

• "dont be a brat,tsk."

•and you know if your husband enter the kitchen,no one will survive after that

•so when you open your eyes with a grin

•Sherlock only huffs,annoyed with how your child didnt let you sleep

•and your kid cheers loudly,their long raven hair bouncing up and down as he jumps down from the bed and rushes toward the kitchen

•Sherlock leans in and presses a sweet kiss to your lips,and your can't help but to snort at his apology

• "Nice job,Mr.Holmes. you still owe me something."

(p.s : can i just say i love the idea that Sherly banters with his kid?!)

#moriarty the patriot x reader #moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot fanfic #ask #william james moriarty x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #Louis James Moriarty x reader #Mycroft Holmes x reader

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supercantaloupe · 3 years

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@dimension20alphabet prompt fill #6: Flowers

title: A Little Fall of Rain - campaign: Fantasy High: Sophomore Year - 1882 words - set post-fysy

Aelwyn learns a new way to grow.

The window of the wizards’ tower overlooks the backyard of Mordred Manor.

There’s a small graveyard plot, its grass overgrown. There are a few trees, as old and strange and history-filled as the rest of the house. There’s a hill that gently slopes down to the edge of the woods, a short walk into which you’ll reach a creek. But you can’t see that from the window; just the hill and the trees and the messy grass.

Aelwyn spends a lot of her time looking at that yard, when she’s home-where-it-does-not-feel-like-home. Plain and drab and sad. Her sister and her friends go to school and the adults go to work, but Aelwyn spends most days home alone. She can hardly stand to look at that empty yard for another second.

So, she decides she won’t.

She goes to the library one day, and spends hours browsing the shelves and reading, taking notes. She comes home in the evening when the library closes with a stack full of books, and stays up late reading them in bed while her sister trances in the bunk below. The next day she scours the garage and basement and storage of the manor for tools, anything she can scrounge together. She gathers them out back in preparation, leaning them against the wall outside. The next day, she goes out again, borrowing cash from Jawbone to get the items she’s missing. She thinks about stopping by the mall, too, for the right outfit, but Sandra Lynn catches on and gives her an old pair of boots and overalls for free.

The next day, she gets up early, and gets to work.

The first few days are nothing but digging, ripping up grass and sprinkling fertilizer and turning the soil until there are new, neatly defined beds outlining the house and the yard, blank canvases.

She loses two days to a spring thunderstorm, one raining her out all day and one sunny but swamped with mud, setting her progress back at least a few more days. She feels like tearing her hair out, and throws a trowel across the yard in frustration.

She comes back the next day, pulls the trowel out of the ground from where it’d stuck, and gets back to work. She spends hours one day lining the beds with rocks to keep them neat and pretty, and checking the levels of soil temperature, nutrient balance, everything. She makes a chart in her notebook, portioning out where everything will go.

The next day she spends ten straight hours planting. Her only break, around noon, is when Jawbone comes out and brings her a sandwich and a lemonade and practically begs her to take a rest. She obliges, if only to quiet the distracting growl of her stomach. He has to come back out and drag her in when the sun goes down for dinner, despite her protests. When she washes up to eat, it takes her two minutes of scrubbing to remove the dirt stubbornly caked into her fingernails.

If there’s anything good to come out of being an unemployed, out-of-school teenager slowly and painfully rebuilding herself from trauma, it’s that Aelwyn has a lot of free time. Free time she spends every day out under the sun in her new garden, planting seeds and sprouts and monitoring their progress, new greens popping up row by row. She covers the beds with mulch and straw to protect their roots, just like the books say to do. She waters them every morning, and curses when the rain comes and renders her work redundant. Her delicate elven skin starts to burn in the sunlight, even after she takes to wearing a wide-brimmed hat, but after so long it just starts to tan instead. Now when she washes in the evening she sees someone her parents would have hated – face sweaty and flushed, hands caked in dirt and callouses from work – and it feels good, in a strange way. There is a satisfaction in going to bed each night, climbing up onto the top bunk and collapsing in the pillows with the deep-set, satisfied exhaustion of hard work in her bones.

Her garden starts out well enough, neatly arranged and manicured and ready to go. Then days pass, and weeks, and there is not much more to show. Nor is there enough new work to sustain her breakneck pace. Aelwyn stares out the window of the wizards’ tower and grows restless and frustrated again. She’s doing everything right. She’s double checked every book in the library about it. Why aren’t they growing? Why isn’t it perfect?

The manor’s inhabitants have long since figured out Aelwyn’s project, and her dedication to it, and they respect it. They don’t bother her when she’s working and they don’t offer to help, an interference. But visitors don’t always get that so intrinsically, and the Bad Kids have a lot of friends. There are the girls who live here, and then their male partymates, and occasionally other guests. The half-orc brings a satyr girlfriend along often, most times he visits.

“I like your garden,” she says. Aelwyn is sitting on the back porch, staring broodily over her stunted plants. She glances over her shoulder at the satyr unkindly, she who has broken the unspoken rule against disturbing her in her yard.

Aelwyn grunts and turns back, scowling. “I don’t.”

“O-oh,” Zelda says nervously. “I’m sorry, that was stupid. It’s, um, it’s just…fine?” she stammers to correct herself.

Aelwyn huffs. “They won’t grow properly. I’ve done everything right.” She gestures in frustration at the neat rows of plants, manicured but underwhelming.

“Some people, uh, some people just don’t have a green thumb,” Zelda says. “I mean, like, satyrs are supposed to be, like, really in touch with nature and stuff, right? But I can’t even keep a fern alive in my room, it’s like, crazy,” she continues. Aelwyn grunts again. “Have you tried talking to a druid?” Zelda continues. “They’re supposed to, like, know a lot about plants, right?”

“I don’t know any druids,” Aelwyn says bluntly. She’s talked to Sandra Lynn; a ranger is as close as she can get, but Sandra Lynn doesn’t know any more about gardening than Aelwyn does.

“I could ask Danielle for you?” Zelda offers. Aelwyn turns again and looks at her, confused. “Danielle Barkstock. She’s, uh, my party’s druid.”

“Danielle Barkstock,” Aelwyn repeats, placing the name. “She was one of those girls in the crystals.”

“Um,” Zelda says. “Yeah. Um. We all were. Uh…we formed an adventuring party together after…that.”

Aelwyn laughs once, no humor to it. “I’m sure she would love to help me out with my pathetic little shithole here.”

“I could ask her for you,” Zelda repeats, sounding intensely nervous again. “I don’t have to tell her it’s for you.” Aelwyn looks her over again. “Sorry, it’s a crazy, stupid idea, I’m just…ignore me, haha, it’s stupid–”

“Would you?” Aelwyn cuts her off, sounding uncharacteristically soft. Zelda blinks, then nods.

A few days later, all the Bad Kids and all the Maidens are over at the manor for a party. Aelwyn pointedly stays out of the way, spending the afternoon in her garden. She hears the back porch door slide open and looks back to see who’s there. Zelda, and a half-elven girl with flowers braided into her hair. Actually, there’s a third with them: a small silver fox.

“You must be Aelwyn,” the half-elf says.

“You must be Danielle,” Aelwyn returns coolly. Danielle descends the porch steps and wanders through the garden, observing Aelwyn’s work silently. Aelwyn waits, kneeling in the dirt, for any kind of feedback. “You’re a druid, then?” Aelwyn says, breaking the awkward silence. Danielle nods. Her fox wanders between the plants, sniffing them as it goes. “You know what’s wrong here, then? Why they won’t grow?”

“I know more about animals than plants,” Danielle responds neutrally. Aelwyn shuts up and looks down. “But I think I have an idea here,” she continues, finally looking at Aelwyn. She turns around and meets her gaze, hopeful if restrained. “It’s too perfect. You have to step back and let them grow on their own for a bit.”

Aelwyn’s brow furrows, confused. “I’m doing everything the gardening books say to do.”

“Then stop reading books,” Danielle says simply. “Plants are living things. They’ll tell you what they need if you let them grow and listen.” With that, she walks back to the house, her familiar following at her heel.

Aelwyn blinks, dumbfounded and confused, and offers a feeble “thanks” as she goes. Danielle holds up a hand but doesn’t look back.

It feels strange, and foreign, and wrong to sit back, but Aelwyn forces herself to heed the druid’s advice. She returns the gardening manuals to the library. She spends time in her garden still, but without tools in her hands. She lays in the grass and looks at the sky. She drinks tea and reads under the shade of the tree. She keeps the grass in the graveyard plot trimmed.

It does take a few days for her to notice, but her plants do start to grow again. They creep beyond the boundaries she’d so carefully delineated for them, and she fights the urge to trim them back. She watches and listens to them closely, not with the eye or ear of a drill sergeant but of a parent, a real one, a loving one, one like Sandra Lynn who offered her overalls and one like Jawbone who brings her lunch and lemonade and asks her to rest. She finds what the plants ask for, and she gives it to them; plucks insect pests from their stems, prunes diseased leaves, ties them to stakes so they can grow tall, waters them when they’re wilting.

By summer, it is no longer just green. Aelwyn wakes up one morning and looks out the window in the wizards’ tower, and for the first time, she sees pink. The next day, yellows. Soon, there is a rainbow of flowers blooming all over the yard, of a variety and vitality Aelwyn has never seen before. Her old home had a garden, sure, but it was too manicured, too neat, too formal, too artificial, and never was she allowed to tamper with it; that’s what hired landscapers were for. Mordred Manor has no hired hands; Aelwyn has her own.

Jawbone and Sandra Lynn meet her in her garden one day. It’s sunny and hot out, and Aelwyn is watching the bees and butterflies flit from plant to plant, drinking their fill of sweet nectar. They say how beautiful it is, and Aelwyn agrees. They tell her how proud they are of her work, and she agrees. They say they’re proud of how much she’s grown. (At first she thinks they mean the plants, but she realizes after what they really mean.) And they thank her for livening up the manor, and bringing some color out to the yard.

When they go inside, Aelwyn gets up, and grabs her shears. She finds the best blossoms from the best plants and carefully snips them off, tying their stems together in a bouquet with ribbon. And she sends them to Danielle, with an apology and a thank you.

#fantasy high #d20alphabet21 #fantasy high sophomore year #aelwyn abernant #fanfic #dimension 20 live #dimension 20 #danielle barkstock #zelda donovan #let the poet bless this round #remember when these were supposed to be short? lol #no proofreading! we die like men! I have to be on a train ten minutes ago!

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hetalia-nordic-trash · 3 years

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The Heart Gambit (Dennor): 5-Too Clever by Half

Word Count: 1,460

Description:

Lukas and Mathias agreed to go to the park together, but are bogged down thinking about personal issues.

Author’s Note:

Yessss more Dennor. I’m having so much fun writing so I hope you guys like it. I’m so excited to write more this summer so let me know what you want me to write more about! Notes, asks, and comments mean so much!

Also check out my new writing blog @thechosenburrito where I post all my writing both Hetalia related and original writing!

Previous: 4-Treat me like a Fool

The sun peeked between the curtains in Lukas's room. He stirred a bit, regretting the promise he made to Mathias. He pulled himself out of bed and started heating some water for coffee. It was, unfortunately, instant coffee but it was the best thing he could do considering the circumstances. He threw open the curtains to let the light fill the room and was met with complaints from Emil.

"You know, just because you get up at the ass crack of dawn, doesn't mean the rest of the world does." Emil groaned as he rolled over in bed.

"I'm making coffee."

Emil set up and started pulling on some day clothes.

"I hate you."

Lukas poured two cups of instant coffee and left one on the nightstand next to Emil.

"I hate you less now."

Lukas sat at the edge of his bed and looked out the window. He sipped his coffee and began thumbuming through the book at the foot of his bed.

"I take it you're up this early because you're going to the park with Mathias," Emil said, blowing on his coffee?

"You heard that?"

"I had my ear pressed to the door of course I did."

Lukas closed the book.

"Well, I did promise to go. That doesn't mean I wanna go," Lukas replied in a bit of a huff.

Emil stood up and pulled on a shirt.

"Yeah but you can still say no."

"I know that."

Emil sat back on the bed and started trying his shoes.

"Well, then if you don't wanna go, call him and cancel."

"I'm not gonna do that."

"Why not?"

"Because..."

"Because you wanna go."

"I didn't say that-"

"Admit you wanna go with him!" Emil almost screamed, pulling on a jacket.

"Why are you like this!?...and where are you going?" Lukas said, looking up from his book to see that Emil was fully dressed and heading towards the door.

"You need to admit that you have feelings for 'that asshole' because you keep repressing it and messing with your brain! It's just gonna make your life worse to ignore it." Emil said opening the door.

"And I'm going sightseeing. We're in Italy, and I'm probably never coming back here again so I'm gonna enjoy it."

"Have fun on your little park date or whatever."

Emil stepped out and closed the door behind him.

Lukas stood up from the table and threw himself back on the bed, burying his face in his hands.

"What's wrong with me?" he muttered under his breath.

Was this a date? No, right? Definitely not a date. It was just two people going to a park to hang out. Two people who just so happened to be competing in the biggest Chess competition in the world. Two people who also happened to share an oddly intimate moment yesterday. Wait that sounded wrong. Not like that. He rolled over in the bed. It's fine, they're just friends. What's the worst that could happen? If Mathias didn't have feelings for him then everything would be fine. Lukas would just keep living his life and after the competition, he would never have to see Mathias again. But if Mathias did have feelings...things would be much more complicated. As much as spending his life with Mathias, maybe getting a house somewhere, or traveling the world, it just wouldn't work out. The media would be all over it. Not to mention what would happen to Emil. But most of all, when Lukas really thought about it, he just had too many flaws to be in a relationship. Maybe but Mathias did like him, but not really him, some kind of strange idealized version of him. Maybe that's what happening, Lukas didn't love Mathias, did he? Was it even real? If it wasn't real, would he think about him this much when the literal biggest match of his life was only days away?

Lukas let out a long sigh and rolled out of bed. He pulled on his clothes and made his way to the door. He wasn't getting Mathias out of his head by sitting around in his room.

- - -

Mathias rolled over in bed to snooze his alarm. He'd already done this 3 times and regretted telling Lukas to meet him so early in the morning. But he figured that Lukas was probably more a morning person and would think he's weird for getting up at noon.

Mathias groaned and dragged himself out of bed. He hissed, half-jokingly, as he drew open the curtains to see that the sun had just barely risen completely. He made his way to the bathroom, catching a glance at a notepad he had been writing on the night before. Last night's phone call with Alfred came back all at once.

"So you're telling me you DIDN'T talk to him yesterday."

"I...no I didn't get to. His brother showed up, but Lukas never did."

"*sigh* ...you're killing me here Mathias."

"Hey, I tried! It's not my fault he didn't show!"

Mathias started brushing his teeth.

"I know I know...look you just need something on him!"

"I thought this was about getting in his head and figuring out his strategies. You know, so I can actually win?"

"Look there's been a change of plans."

He started styling his hair.

"What kind of change?"

"Well...I've been thinking about it, and you don't have to win the match on Sunday."

"What are you talking about?"

"Look, if you win on Sunday, everything will be great! You'll have the title, maybe you do a few commercials, a couple of brand deals, the whole shebang! ...but if you lose... it doesn't have to be a deal-breaker anymore! If you can dig up something on the other guy we can maybe... um... make it so that... you know..."

"You want to frame him for cheating?"

"Woah Woah Woah! That's your idea, not mine haha... Of course, we wouldn't frame him for cheat... but we could sure take the wind of his win you know... make you look like you were against the odds..."

Mathias started pulling on his clothes and putting on his shoes.

"Look I don't need that, man. I'm a good player."

"No yeah no I know that. I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about finances., deals, the money!"

"And I'm talking about me winning the match."

"Since when did you care about winning?"

"I don't!"

"Well, you don't care about winning, and it's sounding like you don't care about money, so what do you care about then!?"

Mathias checked his reflection and headed to the park.

- - -

Lukas was huffing and puffing. He hadn't realized how much walking with going to the park would involve. He looked around and came to the realization that he was so far into the park that he had no idea where he was. He just kept wandering around until he eventually saw a small lake. There was a bench at the edge of the lake with someone sitting on it. Lukas didn't care who it was, at that point, he knew his knees were about to buckle. He made his way over to the bench and sat down on it.

"Sorry... if I bothered you... I just really... needed a break," Lukas said, trying to catch his breath.

Lukas turned to see that it was, in fact, Mathias. He was digging in a paper bag for a slice of bread.

"I mean, you're not bothering me! Considering I asked you to come!" Mathias beamed, passing him a slice of bread. "I was getting a little worried 'cause I realized that I forgot to tell you where to meet me. But hey! You made it!"

Lukas smiled a bit. He looked at the slice of bread Mathias handed to him. It was a bit stale, but he wanted to be polite. He took a bite of the bread.

"Woah what are you doing!"

"...eating..."

Mathias laughed.

"No silly! That's for the ducks!"

Lukas swallowed.

"Oh."

Mathias started tearing pieces of bread and tossing them into the water. Ducks and their ducklings paddled their way over to the edge of the small lake and started picking at the pieces of bread. Lukas did the same, occasionally holding his hand out to Mathias for another piece of bread.

Lukas yawned, remembering that he only had one sip of coffee. Was he really sleeping that badly all the time? He rested his head on Mathias's shoulder and felt himself blush.

"Heh... uh... you know I think I heard somewhere that you're supposed to feed them seeds and not bread. I think bread is bad for them or something..."

Mathias's voice faded out as Lukas drifted off on Mathias's shoulders.

Next Chapter: 6-Someone else’s Parasite (Coming Soon)

A/N:

This is technically late but I had fun writing it that’s all that matters!

I’m going to take this time to plug my non-hetalia work “ Intro to Love ” (on Wattpad) about a college student who struggles to keep her superpowers a secret and while making new friends. How much of her normal life will she give up to save her friends from a mysterious villain that drains students’ brains and turns them into zombies? The complete Chapter 1 is out NOW AND so is Chapter 2.1-'The last of the Good Days’! Go read them! Right now! They’re waiting for you! Chapter 1.1 is here on my tumblr!

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taeguboi · 4 years

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BTS HC - Lockdown

In which each BTS member lives with y/n

I’m hoping these imagines might lighten the mood for anyone who might be feeling a bit lonely right now.

Please see the end of post first if you need some context or wish to see the notes

Has good balance of me time and us time

steps back when you both need space

sitting in the back yard on some chair reading a book

taking in the sun

The restrictions don’t hinder him from making sure you both get plenty of sun and fresh air

it isn’t much but in week 1, he gave the back yard a little tidy up

turned it into a place to chill out

so there aren’t any flower planted or decor

but it makes all the difference

there’s chairs, a table and a parasol

to you, this is perfect

Spot of tea under cooler weather

or orange juice under the sun

Board games at the table in the back yard

you tried cards once out there but even just the slightest breeze...

“Goddammit!!!”

The card games are for when it rains

or for when neither of you quite feel like going out today

He swears you’re cheating at UNO

you swear he’s just really bad at it

turns out he keeps saving those wild 4 draw cards too long

which you gather over his last 3 rage quits

because he just slings the cards, revealing them to you

“You play it too safe” you tell him

so he plays it a bit less safe

“Yes! Finally I won!”

“OH! Look at that!” you smile

he smiles back because of how proud you...

“...it’s sunny again!”

‘Goddammit y/n...’

Shopping trips together

not so helpful when the rules get stricter

“One adult at a time please...”

oh dear

who goes in?

so you go in

“Crap! Namjoon has the shopping list!”

this period of time really shows how you complete each other

pretty much every day you each think

“what would I do without him/her?”

Random talks

he tells you about this one book he read

and now you want to read it

so you do

and you can’t take your eyes off it

you find a new love for reading

so sometimes when you both need me time

you remain in the same room, just reading a book each

Every day you feel enlightened

almost sad at the thought of going back to normal life

because you won’t have as much time for yourself

Jin

Everyone is suddenly having the time to cook from scratch

imagine Jin’s frustration since he did this all along

so when certain things he usually gets aren’t in stock

“Oh for crying out loud!”

you sometimes have to calm him down when shopping

and since only 1 adult in at a time it’s like a really awkward phone call

you’re just stood outside alone like

“For Christ’s sake Jin! Calm down!”

but he makes every meal taste great anyway

“Sorry it doesn’t have the usual...”

“Jin, please!” you reply

because it’s still really yummy because

“you’re still the best cook in the world, okay?”

“Okay fine...” he sighs “Thank you”

can I just add here food is the only time you both get hysterical at each other

He still low key hoard particular ingredients when he FINALLY can get them

and you have to explain how irrational he’s being

“We don’t need SIX tubes of tomato puree!”

“Jin... How are we going to use up all THIS fruit and veg before it goes off?”

But he’s not selfish, no

if he’s in a shop and sees someone elderly, he helps them out

“Would you like me to reach that for you?”

“Do you need any toilet paper? There’s 2 packs left - here”

“Here’s my number; let me know if you need me to run any errands for you”

ahh you’re lucky to be living with such a gentleman

Daily walks in the park to feed the ducks

“This is the best kind of exercise” he tells you “...relaxed and where you can connect with nature”

some of the ducks at the beginning of the lockdown are a bit nutty

Jin may or may not be low key scared of that one goose

“I swear it’s giving me the evils”

it may or may not have chased him the second day in

“Wahhhhhh!!!”

*Jin running away in the distance*

You cooked for him that evening

“Honey, I don’t know how to put this...”

“Aw sweetie it’s okay about what happened in the park; I mean you were the one holding the bread and...”

“oh no no” he replies. “this meal is awful”

r00d

but it’s okay

you knew the minute you offered to make dinner it wasn’t going to turn out well

so you both agree the kitchen will be his space to work his magic in during lockdown

and he somehow gets better than he already is at cooking

just woowwww

foodgasm

but neither of you get podgy

Lazy exercises together

chair exercises watching the tv

small periods of jogging in the woods

“oh wow, what’s that?”

you come across some random squirrel

and all of a sudden trips to the park for that daily walk

it turns into a nature watch

bird watching

luckily he forgets about the angry goose

Sometimes talking about what you miss

and then promising to do all of those things when everything is back to normal

so many plans

and it helps you both stay optimistic

because you just created a bunch of stuff to look forward to

Suga

Late night movie marathons

and accidentally getting into a routine of late mornings late nights

Cooking together

because neither of you want to do it

but someone has to

can’t live on instant food for all this time

Night time walks

less people, less danger

please don’t yell at me if we’re not supposed to do this in real life I haven’t actually been out that late during lockdown hahaha

it’s only around a few blocks

but deep talks, you know

There may not be much room in the back garden

but you have a ball and a hoop

basketball together

he teaches you to shoot better

“yes! I did it!”

*he hugs you from behind*

sorry that was gay

He’s actually quite chill about the whole lockdown situation

almost like he forgets the circumstances sometimes

“I think I might nip down to _____’s house today...”

“Uh, Yoongi, remember?”

“Oh yeah”

Detective series marathons too

the two of you trying to figure out whodunnit

sometimes even low key bets or light arguments if you disagree

a mildly sore loser when you’re correct

smug af when he is correct

Evenings lounging in the back yard with the drink of your choice

some quiet music on

random hypothetical conversations and questions about life

“what if...”

“what happened to...”

“don’t you think that cloud looks like a goldfish?”

Board games that keep the brain stimulated

why is he so good at scrabble

you can’t recall a game you’ve won

but no monopoly

not after the last time

“I want a divorce!”

“We’re not married”

“Yet”

tbf you might as well be an old married couple

because there’s those films you just watch over and over

close to unlocking the power of mind reading

“want a cup of tea?”

“omg I was about to ask that”

Some days you get on each other’s nerves a little though

so you each occupy yourselves with little chores

and even though you weren’t in the mood to do anything together

you’ve just made the house look great in a day as a team

and you’ve got everything you need just in time for dinner

“I’m proud of us”

“I’m proud of us too”

J-Hope

Picnics in the back garden

much better than one in the park though

there’s no packing involved

there’s cushions

sometimes low key fine dining

your favourite is the one evening picnic the other day

you had been shopping alone for the essentials

and he wanted to surprise you

he had set up a makeshift table out of a few old crates

did the cooking

the pasta dish was lovely

there was even dessert

okay the dessert was M&S

fairy lights

seriously you swear you weren’t out for that long how did he manage all of this so fast?

wine

staring at the stars

and there were blankets too

dozing off until early hours of the morning

finally coming indoors at like 2am

sleeping in til noon oops haha

then binge watching some random show together

and now it’s your new favourite

For some reason you have a big stock of popcorn

watching any old crap on the TV as an excuse to eat it

like there’s 3 films on this afternoon that sound shite

but you’re going to watch them all anyway

and the third one is actually really good

more popcorn more films

“we should probably go out at some point...”

whoops it’s been like 4 days now

and now it’s raining damn

fuck it, you go out anyway

dancing in the rain in an empty park

followed by shivering on the walk home

he gets in the shower first

but then runs a lovely hot bath for you

candles, bubble bath, the works

just so you can have some relaxing time to yourself

so thoughtful

lockdown doesn’t mean needing to compromise on showing you love each other

Jimin

You’re not quite sure how you got pulled into this

but Jimin decided to make use of his YouTube following

Virtual dance classes

and fun little exercise sessions for all the family

He does the dance classes solo

but he loves to flaunt you to the world even in lockdown

“Today joining me for this session... my lovely significant other, y/n!”

at first you felt uncertain and a little conscious

but thanks to Jimin your confidence grew

He helps you stay positive during a tough time

and you even feel like your self improvement has been going amazingly well

he even inspires you to make your own channel

to show the world what you love; [insert hobby/interest here]

people love the both of you

they go to Jimin’s channel to keep fit and happy

and your channel just fills them with joy

But not everything revolves around the virtual world

Care packages for all of your friends

food and other essentials get mailed to the ones that lost their jobs

and for the ones still working, a bundle of stuff for their mental well being

and a little drawing with rainbow colours in each

and a positive message

Woolly jumpers, cushions and hot chocolate

sweater paws

Sometimes in the evening you doze off

like you fall asleep just as you are

and you wake up to the smell of food and a blanket over you

Sometimes you miss your friends

and Jimin hates to see you down

so he organises a big surprise

his hands over your eyes as he walks you into the living room

“surprise!” you hear over the laptop

and then Jimin hands you some gifts

he asked them all a few days ago to send you something meaningful

and your heart just melts

and you may or may not cry a little in front of your friends on the video call

you just have to do something in return so

You make the living room all nice whilst he’s making a video in the garden

wow you’re actually quite proud

the lighting is just right

the improv decor is actually somewhat aesthetic

“Honey, why’s it so dull in here..... Woah, what’s this?”

“Dinner’s ready” you smile

and you have a gift for him too

you can’t wipe the smile off his face when he sees it

a scrapbook of memories between you and him

which you look through after eating

“We’re going to make more memories like this once this blows over”

Lots of online socialising

Calls with his friends

which you always end up being a part of in the background with your commentaries

Cute online double dates with Jimin and/or your best friend

Will try everything and anything to kill the boredom

“look what I found in the bargain bin at the supermarket!”

“Tae, I’m not really sure I’m in the mood to take up crocheting...”

but actually it turns out to be more fun that you thought

he has his little ways of making everything fun

one day you guys just find some random paints in a cupboard

and WOW

he’s so good at it

such beautiful landscapes

Makes sure that you both maintain some sort of routine

“best make sure we have an early night lovely”

“why? it’s not like there’s much to do tomorrow”

but no matter how sceptical you may be at times

he’s determined to be your sunshine

he helps you stay sane

makes everything sound productive

“because tomorrow we are going to make a playlist for when we walk, feed the ducks, go shopping, learn how to make a new dish...”

makes you a cup of tea just because

or breakfast in bed

the perfect companion

caring about even the people he can’t physically be with

“we haven’t heard from _____ in a while; we should drop a phone call or something”

but it isn’t just a phone call

it’s also a letter in the mail a few days later

plus a painting for the close friends

Dressing up really formal for a home date

3 course meal, courtesy of the microwave

then a slow dance in the living room

always the romantic

“tonight was amazing... will I see you again?”

“you are terrible Tae, you really are!”

such a joker

he keeps you smiling through it all

Jungkook

Tries to get you to go on daily jogs with him

“Can’t I just walk?”

“Come on, y/n; get those endorphins running through you!”

you try like once

*wheezing*

nope

Nintendo switch

Not that I have one welp

I can just imagine it okay

Lots of active games

thrashes you at Wii Sports Tennis

but you whoop his ass at Bowling

he does most of the shopping

so that he can go for a jog first

and also so he’s not out too often in any one day, two birds one stone and all that

Doesn’t quite always get the shopping list right….

“Jungkook?”

“Yes?”

“I wrote 1-2 bananas… You’ve brought back 12”

blames your handwriting

Small bits of banter like this keep you both sane

and he eats all those bananas in like 2 days

“What? There was no cereal in the shop”

someone teach this boy to cook please

*brings back like a crate load of instant noodles*

at least it means you’ve come up with something to pass the time

teaching Jungkook some basic meals

maybe beginning with breakfast first thing in the morning wasn’t the best idea

“Jungkook! I said keep an eye on it!”

“I did”

and he literally just watched the bacon burn instead of regularly flipping it over

bless

Singing to you whilst snuggling on the couch

bliss

meme-y dances before bed time

like you’ll be sat in bed maybe watching tv / reading

and something moves in the corner of your eye

oh my word Jungkook

*insert all the meme-y dances you have even seen him do*

the biggest dork

can’t stop laughing at his own silliness afterwards

jumps into the bed and puts his head on your shoulder

falls asleep like this quite fast

well you aren’t surprised since he’s always so energetic

Small campfires in the back garden

the best marshmallows you’ve ever had

and it’s so much fun

campfire stories

usually people have a guitar around the fire

not Jungkook though, no

*serenades you with a ukulele purposely singing out of tune*

has you in stitches

people in the neighbouring houses hear the laughter and some think it’s insensitive to be laughing so much

but seriously, if you can’t laugh, what can you do?

So I thought I’d make a post around the strange times many of us are living in. Whilst I get that some readers may not be in a situation like mine (UK) so a quick bit of context for you even though I made the location / country ambiguous in my writing. The circumstances explained in the imagines though are of course based on my experiences in England.

Right now, we are limited in what we do; only essential shops are open, (supermarkets, pharmacies, etc,) the country is being advised to go out as little as possible, (only for food shopping, medical reasons and exercise,) social gatherings aren’t allowed, our death rate has been increasing due to the virus (even our prime minister has it,) and our NHS is overwhelmed - currently more than 10,000 being treated as I’m listening to the news and writing this note.

I hope everyone is staying safe and doing the right thing by staying indoors and maintaining social distancing.

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In Your Arms (Lance x Reader)

Warnings: swearing, pining, angst (with a happy ending)

Word Count: 4,474

Prompt/Request: could you do a lance/ female reader with the prompt/senario "We've been best friends since pre-K, and now we're in college but things seem off, and I'm sad because I've crushed on you for years, oh damn you like me too?" kinda thing?? Best friends to lovers (while being pining idiots) is my jam

Summary: Lance and the reader have been best friends for longer than either can remember, but pining may just cause a rift in their friendship.

Author's Note: I've included a song for this anon, too. The song is the In Your Arms by the artist Kina Grannis. I hope you enjoy!

Author: Mod Alex

I shoved open my best friend’s bedroom door, not even bothering to knock, I hadn’t needed to in a long time. My cheeks felt like they were going to rip from how wide I was smiling. “Guess what?”

Lance looked up from his laptop, a simple smile on his lips. “What?”

I held up the plain white envelope I’d been hiding behind my back up until now. “This is what!” I was practically hopping in place. He set his laptop to the side, moving with grabby hands for it. “Uh, uh, uh! Move over.” He whined but flopped over allowing me enough room to plop down beside him. I slumped over so that I could rest snuggly against him before holding the envelope over both of our heads. “Take a look.”

“It’s from KU!” Lance grabbed your arm, shaking it (and by extension you) with excitement. “Well, open it already.”

“Yeah, yeah. You have no sense of suspense.” You really couldn’t blame him, he’d gotten his letter a week earlier and you had been just as pushy then. You flipped the envelope picking open the paper to reveal the letter.

“Read it, read it, read it!”

You smacked his prying hand away, snatching the letter before he had a chance to. You cleared your throat before speaking, mimicking a faux administrative voice. “Dear Ms. (Y/n) (L/n), it is with great pleasure- oh my god!” Lance beamed, grabbing the letter with one hand and hugging you tight with the other since you had taken to squealing into his chest.

He kept up the ridiculous voice you had been using as he picked up where you left off. “...it is with great pleasure that we inform you that you have been accepted for admission to Kerberos University. Congratulations, (N/n).” He must have set the letter aside because after a moment you felt his other arm come to hold you tight. You relished in the feeling. You two had always been this affectionate, after all, you’d basically grown up together, but sometime around… say seventh grade, your feelings for him had gone from closest friend to friend you wanted to be much, much closer with. So lying here with your ear pressed firmly to his chest and his heart beating steadily with his arms wrapped securely around you was both everything you could possibly want and absolute torture at the same time. You wanted nothing more than to be able to lean up and kiss him, this was the perfect opportunity to, but you couldn't and so you forced yourself to be content with lying with him. And in the meantime, you didn’t have to force yourself to be happy to go to the same university as him.

Realistically speaking the place you'd managed to rent was off-campus and you two would be sharing it with several other people, but your daydreams still took place with you and him in domestic fluff before heading to class and dipping in and out of the house throughout the day. Can you blame a girl? Even if your daydreams were a bit of a stretch from reality, you couldn’t say you were unhappy. Being able to wake up to a post-it note on your oval mirror from Lance wishing you good luck on a test or reminding you that you are fantastic. Cute little things that would send the butterflies in your tummy on a frenzy. The best thing about the shared house, though, was being able to have sleepovers with Lance basically every night. One of you was always falling asleep in the other's room, so much so that you basically shared two rooms- not that you were complaining.

Like this morning, you woke up to the light shining on your face. You groaned quietly in protest before letting your eyes flutter open when the bright annoyance refused to leave. The stars on the ceiling were the first thing you saw. You admired them for a moment, they were the kind that was common in children’s bedrooms- the glowy kind. They weren’t glowing now, it was too bright for that. They were still pretty, though. The stars also meant that you were in Lance’s room, specifically in his bed. It wasn’t abnormal-- like you'd said before you could usually be found here with him and vice versa. You turned, peeking at him from the corner of your eye. He looked beautiful, his features soft and unburdened. It was enough to make your heart thud in your chest. His arm was draped over your midsection, not necessarily holding, but not, not holding you either. You let yourself relax in his presence. “Mmm, good morning, gorgeous.” You blushed, having not expected his flirting to begin this early in the day. It wasn’t real flirting, of course, as you’d reminded yourself countless times in the past, it was just his flamboyant personality.

“Morning yourself. How’d you sleep?” He whined in response, burying his head on your shoulder.

“I’d have slept better if I got to sleep in longer.”

You laughed. “Lance, it’s almost noon.” Just as you had said, the digital alarm on his bedside ticked again, showing the actual time to be 11:48.

“But it’s my day off.” He kept whining and you couldn’t help but chuckle again. It was your free day too and as nice as laying in bed with him was, you had no intention of wasting your one free day by not going out.

“Tough, buddy. Come on-- up and at em’. I’m taking you to breakfast-- er, I guess technically lunch.”

“Oh? Are you asking me on a date, (N/n)?” His voice lilted teasingly. You socked him in the shoulder, glad he wasn’t looking at you to see how flustered his comment had made you.

“Tch, you wish. But seriously hurry up, I’m hungry.”

Lance got up a little while later giving you the opportunity to get ready. The restaurant was a short walk away and was decently cheap (which was good as you planned on paying for both of us!) which was part of why Lance and you frequented this place. The other part was how good their food was. Many study nights had taken place at your humble little hidey-hole.

You two were lucky, though, since it was your free day there would be no studying. Instead, you could sit and enjoy people watching, with good food and even better conversation. Lance's comment stuck with you though, and though you had been quick to write it off, a part of you deeply wished his joking had been true-- that maybe deep down he really had wanted this to be a date. God knows you did. By now the waitress knew your orders, a testament to your frequent visits here. "So what are your plans for the day?"

"I thought you were calling the shots?"

"Haha, you're a free man. You only came cause you wanted food, not because I dragged you here." You stuck out your tongue in a playfully childish manner. He returned the gesture before you both burst into laughter.

"You have a point, but I'm serious. I want to spend my day off with you, so whatever you have planned, count me in." Your heart was making its attempt to pound out of my chest, the butterflies not far behind. You just hoped your blush wasn't as obvious as it felt.

"Well, in that case, you get to spend your day off going with me to the thrift store."

"Oh? Spontaneity or refurbishing?"

"Yes."

"I'm in."

"You don't even know what we're doing."

He beamed at you, "I don't have to. I like surprises and I know it'll be fun since I'm with you." He's too sweet, you could practically melt.

"Alright, sweet! Then after we're done here, we can head over."

Lance had attempted to protest when you paid for breakfast, but eventually, your stubbornness won out, as it generally did in your friendship. You drove your way to a little hole in the wall thrift store that you went to whenever you had a little extra cash on hand. It wasn't as popular as the Goodwill the next street over, but the two ladies who ran it were as sweet as can be and they always had secret gems that you were sure you wouldn't be able to find anywhere else. You'd found an antique chair that, after a quick varnish and reupholstery, was quick to become your favorite chair. Or the time you'd found some beautiful curtains that, while they wouldn't quite fit your window, made for the perfect fabric for a dress. You didn't plan on going for any furniture, save for a nice full-length mirror that you'd been on the lookout for. No, while that had been your original plan for the day, you had completely changed course now that you were in the company of Lance. You wanted to have some fun. In the parking lot, you explained the game to Lance.

“Okay, so the way it works is we both have a budget of ten dollars and we have to create a full outfit for each other. I figure since we’ve known each other since forever it should work better since we know each other's style. And don’t be an ass, since there’s somewhere I plan on going later with you in these outfits. What do you think?”

He grinned at you, “Sounds fun.”

You split up once you got into the shop. Occasionally you’d sneak glances at him and he’d stick his tongue out at you and tell you to stop peaking. You’d laugh and tell him you just wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to make you look ridiculous. Of course, you knew he wouldn’t, he had a better sense of style than most of your friend group combined. Thankfully you were familiar with this sense of style and had already taken to curating an outfit for him. You’d been here dozens of times so you knew just how to find the perfect deals and the most eye-catching pieces. So far you’d found a Nasa shirt that would make a nice contrast to a darker jean jacket you’d found. You wanted to find a nice pair of light jeans to balance it all, but so far you hadn’t had any luck. It was as you perused the aisles of clothes and did the mental math to figure out just how much more you could spend when you saw them-- the most perfect pair of light blue acid-washed jeans you’d ever seen. If they hadn't been exactly Lance’s size, you would have considered buying and tailoring them for yourself. At this point, you figured you could stop but you still had three bucks left and the shoe aisle was calling to you. ”Oh, well aren’t you perfect,” you mumbled to yourself as you found a pair of boots, a pair of knockoff Doc Martens, that looked exactly like a pair Lance had loved before they wore out not long ago. One of the ladies called you over and you obliged her, you wouldn’t ring anything up until after Lance had tried everything on just to make sure everything fit right, but you had no problem with chatting with her until Lance had finished.

“Oh, dear, I think it’s so cute that your boyfriend and you are doing that-- what do they call it Maggie?”

“Goodwill Date Night, love.”

“Yes, thank you hon. I think it’s so cute that your boyfriend and you are doing that Goodwill Date Night and at our humble shop no less!”

You squeaked, trying to shake your hands to tell her, no, but they were full. “We aren’t, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s just my best friend, I just thought it would be a fun thing to do. It’s not like that, Ruth.”

She giggled to herself. “Alright, dear whatever you say.” She turned to Maggie and they talked like two schoolgirls sharing in delightful gossip. You sighed, walking over to the dressing room where you and Lance planned to meet, it was as you walked there that you found on a rack of hats a grey and white striped beanie. It was still a little chilly out so it wouldn’t be terrible to wear temperature-wise, and it polished off your ten bucks leaving you with no more than measly chump change.

A few minutes later Lance joined you, he was grinning but it didn’t meet his eyes. Something was wrong. “Lance are you ok-”

“Here you are! Oh are these for me, you shouldn’t have!” He took the bundle of clothes from you like a child on Christmas, and yet it didn’t feel right. He had just cut your sentence off, something he never did. Just as you were about to comment on it, he bounded over to the dressing room. Worry gnawed at you, but there wasn't much you could do with him in the dressing room. Instead, you took your clothes and went into the dressing room next door to Lance to get changed. It was the perfect outfit, you’d expected no less, of course. The jacket he threw in fit you like a glove, and it was just light enough that you knew you wouldn’t overheat. The cute pair of shoes he'd picked out for you somehow even managed to be comfy!

“You ready?”

“You know it!” Both of you left your respective dressing rooms.

“Yay! The jacket fits! You’re out here looking like a full course meal, Lancy.” You spoke playfully, though you meant every word. He didn’t respond, and you looked up at him to see he looked, well, starstruck. He seemed to realize you caught him and he shook himself out of it.

Yet, when he spoke his voice still had certain awe to it. “You look, you look stunning, (N/n).” Your eyes widened for a moment before you broke your gaze from his, refusing to make eye contact, afraid that if you did you would do or say something to tarnish your friendship, but god, if you didn’t want to kiss his beautiful face right now.

Lance continued to be strange throughout the rest of the evening, although he agreed to keep by your side for the rest of the day as he’d originally told you. Keeping up with the theme of spontaneity, you decided to try another thing you’d always wanted to do but never had the guts to ask Lance on a real date to do it. So a should-have-been date was now a platonic outing with your best friend, even if you still really wished it was a date. So after adorning your new outfits, you began your “penny date”, a concept where one person chooses a number between ten and twenty, symbolizing how many times a penny is flipped, heads for right and tails for left. The penny is flipped when you arrive at a junction and by the time you run out of flips, you have to find something for a “date” at the location. Although Lance was still being weird and a little distant, much to your growing concern, he did seem to enjoy the idea. The game had led you to a little arcade where you and Lance spent the rest of the night playing various retro games and ate more pizza than you’d like to admit.

“It’s getting late, should we turn in?” You two were in an uninhabited corner of the arcade, not that there were many people, to begin with.

“Mmm, maybe. Just a few more games?” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, instead of laughing or play arguing like he usually did, he looked away, and you swear you could see the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks.

“Yeah, we can stay a little longer.” You took his hand, it would eat at you forever if you didn’t find out what was bothering him. His head snapped up, eyes fixing on your intertwined hands.

“Lance, please, I know something is wrong. You’ve been acting off since the thrift shop. I thought maybe I was imagining things, but I don’t think I was. You can talk to me, you know? Did I do something to upset you?” His other hand had come up to hold your cheek tenderly.

“No, no you didn’t-- I’m the one that messed up.”

“Hey, you didn’t do anything wrong.” He shook his head sadly.

“I did.”

“I don’t understand.”

“(Y/n).” Was it just you or was he leaning closer as he spoke? “It’s because.” Your eyes started to flutter shut, he was going to kiss you! “I like-”

“Sorry to interrupt but we’re closing. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Lance and you shot apart as if you’d been burned.

That had been almost a week ago. That night the drive home had been filled with a suffocating awkward silence. Since then it was like Lance had been avoiding you. Honestly, at this point, you didn’t know what to do. Your friends had even begun to notice your mopey behavior. A knock sounded at your bedroom door; you had yet to get out of bed today and you weren’t about to now. Whoever it was could just go away. When no other knock came you thought whoever it was had left, and then the door opened. If you had the energy to you’d groan in exasperation. “Oh, (N/n).” The hint of anger you had harbored at the intruder melted away as your friend Hunk sat beside you on the bed. “When was the last time you got up?” You shrugged as best you could while lying face down. “What happened? Did you and Lance have a fight?” His comment made you wonder if Lance was being weird with the others. You supposed it was if Hunk thought you had fought. You shook your head. He got up and you assumed your noncommital attitude had run him off too, but a moment later you felt him sit again. He began brushing your hair and despite your whines, you settled down quickly. It felt nice and you were sure you needed it. He hummed, filling the mocking silence with warmth. “Can you sit up? If not that’s okay, it would just be easier to braid it if you were sitting.”

“Okay.” Your voice was croaky from lack of use, but Hunk still smiled encouragingly. His fingers carded through your hair with ease and when he finished he pulled you into a hug. You broke. Tears that had come and gone in solitude now poured freely down your cheeks as Hunk shushed you. “I don’t know what I did. He hates me now, Hunk. I don’t know how to fix things, I just want him back.” You blabbered, words blurring together. Knowing he couldn’t do much to fix anything, Hunk just rocked you until your sobs subsided. When they did you pulled away from the hug.

“So you did have a falling out?” He spoke carefully, afraid you might fall apart again.

“That’s the thing, I thought we were okay. The other day we were going out to a couple places and after the thrift shop he was being strange and then....” You sighed, hugging yourself, taking a breath to steady yourself. “And then I thought maybe he was going to kiss me and we got interrupted and it’s been even worse since then. Whenever I do see him he acts as if nothing happened but he won't stay around me any longer than five seconds. It’s been a week, Hunk. I’m dying.”

“You said the thrift store?”

“Yeah?” Hunk gave an exasperated sounding laugh.

“(N/n), things are going to be okay. For now, I need you to trust me on that, okay. There are muffins downstairs, fresh. You should go eat. I’ll be back before dinner.”

“Wha-- Where are you going?”

“I’m fixing things!” He called out as he left.

Although a big part of you wanted to lay back down and mope, you needed to work on the schoolwork that you’d put off and... the muffins did smell good. Nobody else was home, so you felt a bit better about leaving the security of your room. After a couple of muffins and the first round of schoolwork, you took a quick shower and put yourself back together. You still felt destroyed but at least now you looked like less of a wreck. You’d taken to studying at your desk in your room by the time Hunk got back. It was much earlier than he had told you, still hours before dinner. “(N/n), you look much better.”

You sighed, “I tried to do what you asked, but I still feel like a raging dumpster fire.”

He gave you a sympathetic smile, “I figured. But I’m proud of you for doing this much. I need to ask you to do one more thing, though.”

“Oh?”

“Can you go meet Pidge at the library, she needs back her copy of some textbook. I don’t remember which one, sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck like he did whenever he was embarrassed.

“Oh, um, sure.” You wanted to ask how the fixing was going but you didn’t want to seem pushy. Besides, you could always ask him when you got back, you guess.

You got to the library which was thankfully only a short jog away from the parking lot. You pulled out your phone to shoot her a text asking where she was when you didn’t automatically see Pidge. Almost instantly you got a message telling you that she was in a study room. You smiled knowingly, it was typical of Pidge to reserve a study room all to herself for days on end. You trekked that way, keeping an eye out for the room number she said she would be in. It was at the end of the hall. “Hey, sorry for keeping your textbook for so lo-- Lance?” Lance was reclining in one of the chairs; he had almost fallen when you entered.

“(Y/n), what are you doing here?”

“I’m meeting Pidge, to return her textbook. What are you doing here?”

“I’m meeting Hunk, he wanted to try out a new recipe and said he was coming from the culinary building.” Your eyebrow furrowed. What was he talking about? Hunk was at home. It registered then, a light-bulb moment indeed. You’d been had. You turned to leave, but the doors slammed in your face, Pidge’s voice calling out from behind it.

“Sorry, (N/n), I had to do it to ya.” She snorted at her own meme reference. “You guys need to talk through things. I am not spending another second watching you two lovesick fools mope because you each think you ruined your friendship.” You flustered, she really was just gonna expose you like that.

“Pidge, you can’t just lock us in here-” Lance was beside you now, banging on the door.

“Actually I can, and I did. I’ll be back in an hour.” True to her word, Pidge’s footsteps faded away despite Lance and your protests.

You slumped at the door while Lance paced the room like a caged tiger. Watching him stabbed at your heart until you’d curled in on yourself, fighting off a fresh wave of tears. Did he hate being around you that much? What had you done? Lance noticed your disposition, his concern quickly switching from the situation to you. Within moments he was at your side. You were so confused, for a week now he’d been acting like he wanted nothing to do with you and now he was at your side trying to console you. You must have said that out loud since Lance has stopped all of his ministrations to eye you with guilt. “(N/n)-”

“Lance, can’t you just talk to me? We’ve been best friends since pre-K, but it’s like you want nothing to do with me.”

“It’s not that, I swear to you. It’s… It’s actually the opposite.”

“What?”

“I’ve crushed on you for years, honestly at this point, I’m pretty sure what I feel for you is more than a crush. Back at the thrift shop that day I heard you talking with the shop owners. You made it pretty clear my feelings aren’t reciprocated.”

“You like me?”

“Yeah, and I almost kissed you and ruined our friendship and I haven’t been able to face you because I know you just see us as friends, and I don't want to ruin that, but I just-- I can’t want that. Not anymore. I want to go on silly dates with you like that and wake up next to you and hold you and kiss you and just be able to know that I’m not an idiot for falling in love with my best friend-- I… I’m sorry.” He turned away from you, mortified at spilling his heart out.

“Lance.” You took his hand, but he still refused to look at you. “Lancy.” Your voice was soft, tender even. “I like you too. I have for a long time, like a really long time. Why do you think I took you out on that excursion. I mean jeez, I haven’t exactly been subtle.”

“But you told the ladies-”

“I was flustered and to be fair we weren’t dating.” He looked even more embarrassed if that was even possible.

“I am so sorry.”

You shook your head. “You have no reason to be. We could have handled that better sure, but,” you shrugged, “everything turned out right in the end. I guess we owe Hunk and Pidge our thanks. Although I do wonder how he found out about the thrift shop...”

“I may have told him my woes.” You chortled at his embarrassed mumble. You wiped away a tear from laughing to see Lance holding open the arm that wasn’t occupied by your hand. You practically flew into his arms. You stayed cuddled in each other's arms like that for a good long while after all Pidge said she was going back in an hour.

Bonus:

That night, Lance had taken to cuddling you in your bed. You’d been joined at the hip since that afternoon when Pidge had come to free you. Your friends were happy to have you both happy again and were quick to remind you that you owed them, although they were mostly jesting. You didn't mind much either way. Lance was officially your boyfriend, your greatest wish come true. At the moment he was almost asleep, happily tucked in with you when you spoke. “Wait so you mean to tell me that we could have been together for a lot longer?”

“Well, damn.”

#voltron #lance x reader #fanfictions #lance mcclain #swearing #pining #angst #mod alex

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mintseesaw · 5 years

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Felicity

Sequel to Fierce & Delicate (link in masterlist)

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, husband au

Word count: 11.6k

Warnings: mature content, implications of depression, family conflict

a/n: this is unedited :( but I hope you still enjoy it. Tbh, I wouldn't push through writing a sequel if it weren't for your feedbacks and the notes fierce & delicate has received, so much love to you all! 💕

Also, I'm not sure if reading this would make sense if you haven't read the first one haha. Let me know what you guys think. Comments and likes are much appreciated. They actually motivate me to write more ☺️

“Let’s go back to the villa,” he whispered right next to your ear tickling the sensitive skin behind the shell of your ear. The goosebumps that were there earlier because of the cold breeze and disappeared as his body covered you with his warmth automatically reappeared from your arms again.

“One more minute. I like it when we cuddle like this while watching the sea.”

Today is your last day of holiday in Maldives. And spending it like this, unproductive and with your husband in his arms...is much better than any of the outdoor activities you two have done in the past four days. You couldn’t recall when was the last you’ve had a day this cozy with him, on a holiday or not. And you wish to have more of this when you get back home.

Since you and Jungkook met, dated and got married, no one initiated for the two of you to go on a trip. It wasn’t necessarily needed, and out of respect to your husband’s situation back then, there’s no room for you to insist although you had the means to pay for one. But now, the past four days in this paradise that brought you refreshment, peace and elation to have it together with your husband, you wondered why you have not asked him during the early months of your marriage.

First day on the island was wasted on you sleeping all day, trying to gain your energy back as the flight reasonably tired you out. You were too drained to entertain Jungkook’s excitement to wander off to the beautiful scenery so you send him off and even coaxed him to bring his camera, assuring him you would be fine alone in the room. You were sleeping the whole time and only woke up when he had returned.

The next three days were spent doing all the outdoor activities that Jungkook wanted to try out. You knew your husband always has a thing for anything adventurous.. He enjoyed every bit of it, and even more when he saw you struggling to ride the air jet ski or squirming as he urged you to touch a stingray. Not that you hate animals, you’re just never really an animal person.

As much as you don’t find most the activities fun like he did, seeing your husband having the time of his life is enough reason for you to enjoy the vacation itself. Being with him in a beautiful place like this island is enough for you. It soared your heart that you’ve witnessed him with full of delight clearly present in his eyes. His laughs and smiles were genuine and almost never left his face. Something that surprises you—the intensity of his elation during this trip. It makes you wonder, have you been treating him good enough?

The outdoor activities may or may not be his favorite. You’re almost sure they are. To you, on the other hand, the consecutive nights of consummation that lasted until the wee hours of morning are most especially branded in your mind.

Earlier this morning was no exception. The rounds of steamy activities had caused you to wake up later than usual in the morning. It was almost noon when you too decided to get up.

After taking a semi-breakfast and lunch, you persuaded him to sit with you on the shore. Fortunately for the two of you, the sun was not scorching hot enough to burn yours and Jungkook’s skins although it could if you stay longer especially because you skip applying a protection for your skin. Tipping your head back to peak up above, you noticed clouds have unusually occupied the blue sky like it was about to rain. Maybe, that’s why.

Both of you were sitting in the sand, pairs of feet resting on the wet sand where the sea water consistently dances along the shore due to the waves crashing. Your back pressed comfortably against his chest as his arms lay across your stomach. Your hands clasped in between his fingers, silently communicating on their own.

“We can do so much more than cuddling if we go back to our villa,” he suggested maliciously.

Turning your head and having a view of his grinning face. Eyes narrowing, “We’ve been doing that since we came here, aren’t you sated?” It’s true. Post dinner on your first night here was when the consummation had started. Jungkook didnt stop initiating the move to score every night and every chance he get. As for you, who miss your husband so much, control seemed to escape out of your system every time Jungkook touches you tenderly. Not even when he tried his luck on a sunny day was he ever turned down.

On the third day of your holiday in Maldives, you two went on an island hopping. The supposed activity was not followed as the tourist guide, who was also the one driving the motorboat, made a stop on a specific island—it was left unexplored by the business industry As no commercial hotels or any infrastructure had been built, yet. And you were particularly mesmerized by the natural beauty of it, undeniably more breathtaking than the one where you were staying in. Jungkook asked the guide to dropped you off there and pick you both after a few hours seeing the astonished look on your features.

Your little wander on the island was the only time you genuinely enjoyed swimming in the water as it was the only moment you had outside without the possibility of being watched.

You didn’t notice how far away you’ve swam away from Jungkook that only when he started chasing you was when it finally clicked in your mind. You weren’t supposed to swim away because you didn’t know why he was chasing you in the first place, but you still did, as a reflex. He didn’t even try, because he already caught you despite your efforts to swim farther away from him. Squirming in his arms as squeals and giggles were uncontrollably coming out of your mouth, from taking you by surprise. His hold tightening around your waist, closing the distance between your bodies, his wet torso pressed flatly on your back.

You were still trying to catch your next breath from the activity when you felt his lips on your shoulder travelling further on your neck. The water reaching up from your torso didn’t prepare you for his next move as his hand disappeared through your bikini bottom, boldly palming your private part. Your supposed warning as an attempt to stop him turned into a helpless plea.

His tender caresses to the sensitive nub was so maddening that you didn’t how you got out of the water and laid flat on the sand. The roughness of the sand against your back didn’t seem to bother you one bit. You were too consumed with the fact that he was hovering you, sucking the sensitive spot on your neck, and buried deep inside you.

Jungkook didn’t even bother taking off the material that covers your lower part. He only pushed the material aside for his entrance and gave you no time to adjust to his size, pounding relentlessly as your whimpers and moans of pleasure were drowned by the sounds of the sea. He didn’t stop. Not even when you cried out by the delicious stretch of his rough intrusion, not even when you were having a hard time catching your next breath as he particularly stroke deeper, not even when your insides tightened around him as your peak was approaching you so intensely, shuddering from bliss on his arms. It was only when he growled out his release when he finally had a respite.

Although the neighbor island was not occupied by other tourists during that steamy moment, you shouldn’t have let it happened as someone may still have witnessed it. The thought of someone actually seeing you with Jungkook while doing it actually scares you.

“I can’t control it if you’re in my arms like this wearing that sexy summer dress,” he nuzzled your hair, “Fuck, and you smelled so good. How could you even do that.” Feeling his grip tightening around your waist, not too tight to suffocate you but enough to show you who you belonged to.

“You’re just insatiable, don’t even try to point the blame on me.” Your expectation over hearing another argument coming was cut short by the sound of his chuckle vibrating through his chest, feeling it resonate against your back. The sound of waves crashing through the shore almost drowned it, if not for your close proximity.

The calming sound of waves soothed the air between you and Jungkook. And you wish right there and then that you and Jungkook would always be in this state—hearts filled with only love and pure euphoria. Because right now, you will trade for anything just so you two can stay in this paradise forever. A dream far from reality.

“Jungkook,”

“Hmm?”

The salty air that meets your skin creates a soft motion to the hem of your summer dress against your thighs.Your attention suddenly directed at the material of your dress, finding a temporary entertainment, “Can we do this again in the future?”

“Going on a holiday? Of course, if that’s what makes my wife happy…”

Tilting your head through your shoulders, you pressed softly, “And we’ll utilize our shared resources, right?”

He exhaled, then spoke close to your ear, “Whatever you want, my love…” he shifted his head so his lips can touch your temple while his fingers toy your much smaller fingers in comparison to his.

“Thank you,” you murmured tenderly, eyes closing as you pucker your lips to ask for a kiss, which he granted delightfully.

Once he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. His eyes twinkling, “Anything else that my wife wants?”

You gave him a soft smile.

“I love you.”

As soon as you utter the words, his burning stare grew intensely. You drew back, shifting your head away from his intense gaze suddenly feeling shy from confessing your feelings like it’s the first time. In contrast to his dark eyes, his mouth twitched into a grin that his set of pearly white teeth came out in full view. Cupping your cheeks in his palms, pulling you into a sweet and passionate kiss not shying away from the tourists who are scattered around the shore.

Jungkook planted a soft kiss on your forehead, alluring you to his request. “Look at your skin, it’s turning red. Let’s go back inside.” You nodded in response, suddenly feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you.

You didn’t know what time it was when you opened your eyes, startled from your nap. Your eyes scanned through your surroundings as your vision becomes clearer, picking up the pieces of your last memory.

It was then that you sensed your whole body is covered with discomfort. Your head stinging from headache. Your eyes puffy and tender from all the crying you did all throughout the day. Your body felt heavy—that you felt restraint and couldn’t move like the usual. Adding up to that is this weird sensation swirling in your stomach, like something in it wants to come out.

You have guessed right because in a matter of seconds, a bile quickly rising from your throat as the pressure in your stomach intensifies. Although you haven’t yet make sense what’s happening, your body has already reacted on its own, dragging yourself up with small but determined steps towards the toilet despite feeling no energy left from you. As you feel the urge surfaces from your throat, your eyes brimmed with moisture when nothing seems to be coming out of your mouth. You stayed in that position, head hovering over the toilet bowl for a few seconds.

Only when your stomach has calmed down and the urge to vomit has subsided, was when you decided to sit flatly on the bathroom floor. A sudden wave of spell adding up to the physical ache that’s present in your head. Your throat burning from all the involuntary force that urged the contents of your stomach out of your system.

Why do you feel so physically horrible? It wasn’t because of what happened earlier, right? You contemplated, trying to come up for the cause of this little episode. If it were the food you had eaten—you actually barely ate anything today. Maybe it was because of that? Or it might be simply because you’re literally sick as you felt just exactly like it.

And then like you recalled, it wasn’t the first you had an urge to throw up. It was more than once, if you were not mistaken. As quick as you remembered the times that you did, recognition suddenly flickering in your mind. Is it what you think it is?

Taking birth controls doesn’t completely stop the probability of conceiving. But the chances of getting pregnant is very slim. How— you stopped dead on your tracks. Your eyes widened at the sudden realization.

It’s possible. Because you stopped taking them five months ago.

The next day you went to work earlier, Jungkook being kept in the dark of your presumption. He didn’t approve of your sudden decision, although he didn’t say it out loud. It was evident from his expression. He was subtle, asking why you’re going to work an hour than usual. He took it as a sign of your anger at him. He didn’t want to go against your way as not to make you angrier. For you, on the other hand, it isn’t the reason. You planned to buy a pregnancy test in a pharmacy and take it at work.

You bought three and made sure no one was in the restroom when you took all the kits. It was a good thing no one was there because when all of them showed the same result, you didn’t have the strength left in you to control the sounds of emotions that spilled past your throat.

With all that’s happened in the past week, the restless nights you’ve had over your husband’s suspicious actions made you even more vulnerable now that another circumstance is right in front of you. Crying numerous times since the past few days have reflected your inner turmoil. But it isn’t the same this time. You’re happy.

The tests could be giving you a false hope, but you can sense it, feel it even more that you’ve proven your assumption. And now, the thought of having a little creature inside your womb brings you a different kind of joy. The little bud is the product of Jungkook’s love to you and yours to him.

And right there and then, you made a decision. For your baby’s sake, you will forget all this and forgive your husband, who’s only doing everything for your own good.

It was never his fault you were broken in the first place. No, he completed you. He had picked up the shards of glasses of your broken youth, dreams and passion in life and brought it together with his love. If not for him, you’re not even sure if you’ll ever be happy in your life.

If there’s someone you should blame for the emotional damages inflicted in your past, it’s your parents. Perhaps, you shouldn’t, but trying to rationalize your situation, it’s anyone but him. He made a mistake. In spite of the pain that cost him to commit a mistake and inflict it to you in return, now that you’ve come to know that you’re possibly carrying his baby, you want to do this right. Facing them again could probably help you move on.

Once and for all, to see your parents again light up a little hope that it would help you move on. That maybe, this time, they would understand the path you’ve chosen for your life. Perhaps, seeing you far from a miserable life they had predicted you to have when you chose to marry Jungkook despite their objection would change their mind about him. You made up your mind, you will meet them.

“Where have you been?”

It was already dark when you got home. Although it was not that late, you quickly picked up Jungkook’s sentiment. His tone was not accusing, but out of a helpless wonder. He must have known. You didn’t exactly tell him you left work even before noon came. But by the tone of his voice and his stance gave away his restless state, thinking of the possibilities where you might have gone of to.

You didn’t answer. Not because you have no plan to, but because you couldn’t wait to tell him about the news you’ve found out and your decision to see your parents instead of giving the reply he wants to hear. However, this time is not the right time to do it. Not when all this hasn’t been settled.

“You were not at work,” he said. “I was calling you and when you were not answering my calls, I went home because I thought you’d be here.” Lowering his head, “I was so worried that I tried to look out for you. Please don’t do that again, no matter how mad you are. Just… tell me where you are. I’ll let you be, I wont bother you. Just please, tell me where you are.”

“I’m sorry,” you sincerely mumbled under your breath. It took all of your willpower not to draw yourself closer and console him so you could take away his anguish, his worries of the uncertainty.

“I-I...t-thought... I thought you left me.” He choked, as fear crossed his face. It made you feel even weaker.

“I wouldn’t do that.” You tried to assure him. “I made a mistake.” Sadness clouded his features, almost afraid to return your calculating gaze at him.

“I know, but it didn’t change my feelings towards you. We’ve been through worse and I’m still here, because I want to be with you.” Your toned wasn’t so comforting and soft like it used to. But it was only your coping mechanism not to cry in front of him. Somehow, you didn’t want him to show your vulnerability.

He took what he could get from you. Even by means of getting a taste of your cold facade, not letting him read your mind through your eyes. At least you were still talking to him. He expected so much worse than this.

Days passed and the household remained unusually quiet. Your cold treatment towards Jungkook scares him, that any time, you would grow tired of this setting.

He wouldn’t let it happen. You’re not going to slip away from him. Although he was patiently waiting for you to come around, he couldn’t help the ache surfacing from his chest as his presence remains invisible to you. He was unable to have a normal conversation with you, he couldn’t kiss you when he wants to express his affection like how he frequently does. His heart constricted every time you avoided his eyes, and every time you take the chance to avoid his presence. Yet, he’s in relief that you don’t try to get away from him every night. At dinner. It was the only time he’s able to see to be with longer even though your at arms length.

It was also during a dinner with him that you chose to tell him about your plan. He was trying to initiate a conversation, like what he’s been doing for the past few days. But your pregnancy was consuming all your energy that you just want to sleep after work or even at post meals. You missed your husband so much. You rarely get to see him every day as you tried to put your distance from him. Most of the time, you feel so sick, especially every morning and you didnt want to give him a clue of your state as you planned to reveal it to him when you come back. Perhaps, to surprise him.

When he stopped talking, you looked up from your food, barely touched. You realized he didn’t stop, he was waiting for your reply.

“It’s fine. Thank you for the dinner. I’m not that hungry, I’m sorry.”

“That’s alright. I was thinking you probably don’t like it. I can prepare something else, next time. Or we can have your favorites— ramen and rice cake for tomorrow? I recall you haven't had them lately.” A smile plastered on his face. You’re not sure if it was sincere because you know he’s hurt just as much as you are.

You gulped down the lump that was forming in your throat. Nodding your head, not trusting your own voice to speak without giving him a hint of your emotions.

You cleared your throat, “Listen,” Jungkook immediately fixed his eyes on you when he heard the raspiness of your voice and for the past few days, it felt like it is the first time you actually let him have an eye contact with him.

“I filed for a leave—“

His smile was immediately replaced by panic, it was evident through his features.

“Why? Where are you going? Are you— a-are y-you leaving?”

“I’ll be gone for a few days.” You confirmed, pursing your lips.

“It’s because of what I did.” He stated more to himself than to you. A sad smile forming on his face.

A sigh went past your lips. Your eyes looking everywhere but on him. He took your silence as a confirmation.

“You’re coming back, right?” He asked, needing an assurance to let his mind at peace. You’re not leaving him, permanently.

“Yes. I’m not leaving you, Jungkook, please remember that.”

“Why are you leaving?” Your heart constricted at the sight of his shattered look. You almost pleaded him to stop asking, because his thoughts—they are not true. Leaving him is something you will never do under any circumstances.

“I need to do this.”

“If—if you hate my presence, I should be the one leaving—“

“No! It’s not because of that…”

Then why are you leaving? He repeated in his mind. But he remained silent, too broken to form a reply. And you took it as an opportunity yo continue, “I’m going to see my parents.”

This time, he stood up drawing his body close to where you sit, following his movement until you were craning your neck just so you can clearly see his face.

“You don’t have to see them...You don’t have to leave. If it means seeing them, I’ll give you the space, I’ll leave the apartment.”

“Jungkook, it’s my own decision. You are not leaving because I don’t need space.”

“Then I’ll come with you.” He attempted, despite knowing he cannot influence your decision anymore but hoping, at least, you would allow him to.

Although he does not intimidate you, there’s something about his height that take away your pretense of a strength. He certainly does not scare you. It must be his powerful aura, that despite letting you be in-charge most of the time, there’s no lying he has the upper hand to this marriage. That he could sway you through submission if he ever tries to. This time was no exception, only that you’re struggling so hard not to give in. So you stood up, despite having no match with his built to prove that you can stick to your own decision.

“I don’t want them to hurt you-“

He frowns before cutting you off, “They’re not violent, YN.”

“They did it before, you were emotionally harmed because of them. What makes you think they wont do it again? Let me see them alone,” You were not meant to burst out, and you regretted it the moment you witness under your peer when he took a small step back. You sighed, realizing that you shouldn’t let this go anywhere near a fight, “Please…”

“Why do you want to see them? Is it because of what I did?”

“Yes, but it’s not what you think. I’ll try to reconcile with them for…” you stopped mid-sentence, blinking.

The frown present on his face falling deeper into a confusion when you fail to finish your statement. Is there something else he doesn’t know? “For what?”

Your eyes snapped shut for a second, before answering, “Give me a few days to fix this. I’ll be okay, and I’m coming back home.”

“You don’t have to go.” Jungkook mumbled, in an attempt to change your mind despite reading your eyes. You’re determined and there’s nothing he could do for now to bend your decision especially when he’s trying to make it up to you.

Your close proximity with Jungkook allowed you to reach for his muscled arm. His eyes grew wide at your sudden contact with him. “It’s not your fault.”

“Do you really need to leave?” Voice wavering from the pain filling in his heart with the thought of not having your presence for days.

His body reacted on its own before it even registered in his mind, closing the distance in between the two of you. He was expecting the worse when he came to realize what he did, that you will drew back from his touch. His heart quicken its beat as you stayed in his arms, finding temporary comfort through your submission.

He lowered his head, nuzzling your hair through his nose. He missed your scent. “I’ll be here when you come back.”

You were gone even before Jungkook wakes up. It’s clear that he didn’t want to let you go. And letting him see you leave the apartment under his watch would be too hard for you and for him. So you decided to leave even before he wakes up.

Hours later after the train that you’ve boarded on left Seoul, you arrived to the city where you’ve spent most of you life with. The first thing from you mental itinerary is to meet your parents.

You already called your mother, beforehand. When you opened up about your desire to see them, she initially offered their home. However, you didnt give her an answer. Because knowing her, she’ll only persuade you to stay longer than you intend to especially since she is aware Jungkook is not going with you. Good thing though, she was coaxed to decide for the place of the meet up. She sounded so delighted over the phone, having in mind that your initiation to talk to them could possibly mean a reconciliation with them.

And of course, your mother will choose a luxurious place. Not that you were surprise though.

When you got inside the restaurant, a staff escorted you to the receptionist, where you gave her the reservation’s name which is your mother’s. The staff maneuvered you to table while formally mentioning that she is already on the table waiting only a minute before you actually got here. You didn't know where the male staff is taking you as you let him lead the way. But the moment you spot a familiar figure, her back facing your direction sitting on a table placed on the far end corner of the VIP area, you already knew where you’re going. From your direction, you could clearly make out her hair curled in perfect waves. And just by the mere sight of her figure, one could mistaken her as a lady in her early thirties.

You were right. Because when she casually turned and fixated her eyes on you, it proved your affirmation seeing how she barely aged after two years without a proper contact with her. Not only that she look youthful compared to her actual age, she could be likened to you as her sister more than a parent.

“My darling!” She exclaimed, gathering me close to her so she could plant kisses on both of your cheeks. Her face in heavy make-up, yet it it only accentuated her features, making her more astonishing in sight. As your eyes unconsciously skimmed her body, you noticed her fashion style didn’t change a single bit. She never wears anything except dresses from high-end brands. A pair of diamonds decorated on her ears, golds on her wrist and ring finger and what seems to be a million dollar worth necklace clinging to her neck. She’s, no doubt, a wife of a tycoon—regal, beautiful and expensive. Perhaps, it’s from her where you inherited your fine features.

“Mother.” You greeted her curtly as you two took your seats. A smile plastered on her face as she instructed something to the waiter while taking a glimpse of the menu. You guessed she was already ordering for the two of you.

Nothing much has changed.

When she seems to be done ordering almost half of the menu with the amount of time she consumed, she waved off her hand to the waiter signalling him to leave you two alone.

“It’s been long, my dear.” Similar to what you just did, you saw her eyes traveled up and down your visible length.

“I know.”

“How are you my dear? I haven’t seen you since you got married...” Her smile slightly fading as she intentionally left her statement incomplete. You’re sure it meant something the way she let it linger. However, it’s too soon speak out your thoughts especially if they intend to contradict hers, you want to make this work in your favor.

Clearing your throat, you straightened your back as you showed concern to your father’s absence. “Where’s dad?”

“My apologies, your father can’t make it. He’s abroad for business.You didn’t answer me, dear.”

Nodding your head since you are aware he’s never not busy so it doesn’t even surprise you.

“I’m doing fine, and I’m happy if that’s what you’re worrying about. I have an amazing husband who sees to my well being.”

“My child, I thought you’d want to ask for forgiveness for defying us. Otherwise, I don’t see the point of this meet up.”

You froze, what did you just hear? Your hand on your lap suddenly clenching into a fist out of her sight.

Shock crossed to your face. You couldn’t believe what you’re hearing from your mother. You had a tiny hope in you that they would change. And now, you don’t know anymore. Perhaps, Jungkook is right. You shouldn’t have made a move to do this in the first place.

“Mom…you’re not serious.” It took so much of your will power to keep a straight face when all your anger towards your parents is slowly resurfacing.

“I see, you’re not financially struggling. I’m sure it’s you who helped him find a decent job, anyway.”

“What are you talking about, mother? Jungkook was accepted because he deserves to get the job—”

Her eyebrows lifted, shrugging as if she didn’t buy what I said. You watched her more intently and then something clicks. They knew how you’re doing all along?

“You had us followed, haven’t you? Perhaps, investigated if you’re more desperate.” A bitter smile forming in your mouth. You’re not prepared for anything like this.

And your cruel mother didn’t even try to deny it.

“We want to know if he can take care of you. That kid even had part time jobs? His present job isn’t enough, is it?”

“That’s enough, mom. Don’t mock my husband. Stop your men from following us. If you want to know how I’m doing, I’ll gladly provide the details, myself.”

She shrugged her shoulders, lips pursed and warily observing you through her perfectly groomed eyelashes.

You were about to speak again when the waiter appeared, serving wine and then the main courses.

You took the opportunity to continue when the waiter left.

“I would’ve married your best candidate if I love him, you know.”

“Love is not everything, dear, you're living in a fantasy.”

“Would you have accepted Jungkook as my husband if he’s rich like Namjoon?” She didn’t answer, and took a sip from her glass instead, “Actually, it doesn’t matter anymore because you’d still force me to marry a stranger, right?”

“Namjoon is a good man—“

“Im not referring to his personality, mother. The fact that you want me to marry off with someone without my consent, I couldn’t grasp the thought of my own parents letting me live in an emotionless, miserable life.”

“Your father and I were a product of arranged marriage—“

“Don’t I know that? You fed me with that fact all my life.” You refrain from moving, as you watch her direct her narrowed her eyes on you.

“Careful YN, I don’t like your tone.”

“What? You want me to apologize? I wouldn’t. And certainly, I wouldn’t apologize for choosing Jungkook over my parents.”

“How dare you!“ She stood up from her seat, eyes widening in complete fury.

“You really didn’t know? Not even have a clue how the consequences of ruling my life did to me? You still believe you’re the perfect parents for raising me the way you did?”

“I’m telling you to stop, YN. Don’t make a scene here.” She gritted, warily scanning the room with fear of others possibly hearing your words. Mortifying.

“I had hoped that the past years have made you change your ways of how you see me. How treating me as a daughter would change to letting me live and respecting my decisions. But now that I’ve spoken to you, I realized I made the right decision of not allowing my husband to come with me.”

“This is how you repay us after all what we’ve done for you?! You still chose that kid?! That kid who used to work at cheap clubs and grew up in a rubbish community? For all we know he only married you for money. Getting involved with someone like him is unacceptable to this family. You’re a disgrace.” She hissed, her sharp eyes turning darker as if she wanted to hurt me from her mere eyes.

“You can call me whatever you want, mother. But you have no right!” Your voice suddenly raising from your calmed tone that your mother’s eyes grew wide in utter surprise because you’ve never raised your voice to your parents, “no right to insult my husband.”

“YN!” She exclaimed in disbelief.

“I respected you and dad so much despite everything what you did to me. If you can’t accept him as my husband then just respect him as a person. He doesn’t deserve any of your judgment and disgusting treatment. Do you know why I asked to see you? Because I want to forgive you and tell you how happy I am living with the life I wanted.”

“We wanted the best for you and you never deserve to be with someone like him.” Cautiously taking a sit. Your mother may be right, you were not taught to disrespect anyone especially your parents. Defending your husband doesn’t count as disrespecting them when all they’ve done is treat him less than how I human should be treated. Especially if Jungkook is here, he would never try to defend himself against your parents.

“The best for me? I used to see a psychiatrist, mother, all because I was mentally unstable. Is that what you want for me? To seek for medical help because my parents did the right thing? Or...tell me, is it my fault that I became emotionally horrible living with my dear parents? Is it my fault I became desperate to follow my own dreams without you trying to manipulate my life? You should’ve been the first person to feel how your own daughter feels. How treating me as a pawn more than your own child could ruin me. Jungkook is the one who saved me from you.”

For the first time in your life, you saw her slowly cowering back. Were your eyes deceiving you? They must be. Because your mother always has her chin up whatever the circumstances are. She remained silent. And you wish you can read her mind so you know if her softening features are genuine or only for a show.

“We didn’t know that you’ve been through that because you didn’t tell us.” Her hand clutching her hand bag so tightly didn’t go unnoticed to you.

“You never listen to me, how could I tell you? I always try but you listen to everyone. But me.” Is that guilt you’re seeing on her face? You must be imagining things. It would never happen. You continued to speak as she didn’t dare respond yet again.

“You didn’t deserve my forgiveness, but I’m giving you that so I can move on. For my peace, and for my baby’s sake.”

You need to leave now because this is already going near what you’ve purposely anticipated for. Quickly standing up from the chair. And before you turn your back to her, you caught a glimpse of her expression for the last time. Shock.

“What do you mean? YN? Are you pregnant?”

You didn’t answer her, you didn’t turn back to her despite hearing her frantic calls of your name as you walked straight out of the restaurant.

You called for a cab right after you exited from the establishment even though you’re not sure where you’re going. You told the driver to drive around as you let your emotions calm down. Unconsciously drying off your face from the tears that spilled from your eyes as you dialed Jungkook even before your mind has registered what you just did.

You slightly panicked and you’re ready to end the dialing when you heard his voice.

“YN? Hey...how’s the journey? Are you okay?”

You quietly swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to dissipate the raspiness of your voice. You shouldn’t have called him while you’re emotionally vulnerable. He could easily sense it

“Hi… don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”

“YN? Are you crying? Are you sure you’re okay? You met your parents, didn’t you?” You heard a shuffling in the background, and now you’re wonder what he’s doing before he answered the call. It’s still within work hours.

“I did.” Referring the talk you just with your mother. He quickly picked up what you mean.

“It went bad?”

Silence.

Then you sighed before speaking up, “I did the right thing,” defending you from her, you silently thought.

“Please stop crying, I wish I insisted to go there with you.”

Although you couldn’t see him, his face flashed before your eyes. The tone of his voice giving away his sulky expression.

“No, I’m fine.” It’s true, even though you’re emotional. The talk went horrible in contradiction to what you actually expected. But it felt good to finally let, at least, your mother know what you’ve been through without inhibitions. She could just shrugged it off, for all you care. It doesn’t matter anymore.

The conflict may have not been resolved and you’re nowhere near giving them the forgiveness, but it made you accept where your priorities in life lie now. And for one, it’s moving forward with Jungkook and your baby.

“When will you come home?”

“In a few days.”

“Please, hurry. I miss you so much.”

As you watched the changing view from the window, you whispered softly, “Okay. I miss you too, Jungkook. I have to go.”

After the ride, you were dropped off to the busy streets of the city where you instructed the driver to. You use your idle time to wander off the familiar places you used to go to. You also didn’t forget to visit the libraries and read some random books to help ease your mind from so much worries. It did. Spending days alone allowed you to think clearly although you’ve gone bored most of the time. Somehow, it became a form of refreshment and a little soul-searching going in the nostalgic place despite growing up here. This place had only witnessed your complicated past that tinted your soul and didn’t cause any of it.

Three days later, you went back home. Jungkook was asleep on the couch when you got inside, the TV is on like he fell asleep while watching some show. He was still wearing his dress shirt, tie nowhere around his neck. Did he eat already?

You missed him so much. It was only three days without seeing him. But being away from him made you realized how much his presence means to you even though you two had been talking while you were away.

Brushing his bangs away from his eyes, your face neared close to his, giving him a small peck on his cheek. The gentle movement made him startle a bit and making you jumped back in return for waking him up too soon.

His eyes fluttered open. His eyes growing the size of a saucer when it was you he laid eyes on, not expecting to see you although he was waiting for you with full of hope you will be here tonight. So it brought him too much raw happiness that you finally came home to him.

“I missed you,” you purred against his lips as he continued to plant small kisses on your lips, showing you how much he feels the same way.

“Jungkook,” calling him so sweetly. How he longed to hear your voice in flesh. Talking to you through the phone is nothing compared to hearing your voice here in front of him. It does nothing but made him miss you more and intensifies his desire to touch you, kiss you, and make love to you.

He hummed in reply, daze enough to make out a word.

“Can we use your vacation leave now?”

That’s how you two ended up here. That night, you have packed your things. Jungkook did the same. The next day, you arranged your flight which was set on the same day at night.

Nothing productive happened after going back in your villa aside from cozily resting on the sofa, a random television show playing in the background which you don’t even pay attention with. Your attention divided into his head resting on your lap and his animated recollection of what has happened in the past four days in this beautiful paradise. He really had a great time during this vacation. Is this his first time going on a trip out of the country? When you were still dating him, you learned that he rarely allows himself for recreational activities aside from hanging out with his friends. And it pains you to even think he never let himself had a great time for himself because he was too busy taking care of his family.

You didn’t dare ask about it because you didn’t want to spoil his happiness. Seeing him in a state of pure elation warms your heart.

Later that night, you took a shower as Jungkook prepared a private dinner outside. An hour and a half later, a light make up adorned your face, hair left untouched after it was blow-dried letting your locks fall in natural waves. Halfway through putting on a lipstick, you saw Jungkook appeared on the bathroom’s doorway through the mirror. He was wearing a striped short sleeve button down top, a pair of tailored shorts and a pair of white sneakers. His outfit made him look youthful more than a married man. So attractive and beautiful. Lucky for you, no one will see your husband in this attire or else you don’t know if you will enjoy the dinner knowing that women will feast their eyes on your husband.

His shoulder leaning on the door frame, as his eyes feed with the view. When he looked back up from scanning your body, he was met with your gaze.

“Your back is showing.” He commented as if the fact is not noticeable.

An eyebrow was lifted and he saw it through your reflection in the mirror, waiting for another statement to make his implication much clearer.

“It’s windy outside…” he trailed, sizing up the look on your face which silently tells him to go on.

“I know that.” You simply replied.

You heard him sighed as you make your final touches, dusting a highlighter on your cheeks before turning to face him.

“You don’t like my dress?”

“You look beautiful as always.” Dipping his head so he could nuzzle your hair. He was avoiding your stare.

“But my dress...” Tilting your head to the side, searching for his expressive pair of eyes.

“It looks good on you, baby, so much, men will surely ogle on the mere sight.” He admitted almost too painfully. You drew back from his arms.

“I’m not changing.” You declared with finality.

“I know Jagi, and you’ll be the death of me.”

You tiptoed with your gladiators on to give him a chaste kiss. He was quick to catch your waist, turning the kiss into a little make-out session.

It was you who pulled away. Or else you’re not going anywhere near the door of the room.

Jungkook requested for a private dinner from the hotel. You planned to give your anniversary gift to him around this time, so you asked the waiter who will be serving you two tonight to keep it so Jungkook wouldn’t have a clue about it, hence the purpose of surprising him.

Walking hand in hand, letting him tug you softly wherever he’s taking you. As you walk, you pass by the perfectly aligned cottages. You noticed there weren’t that much of tourists outside. Perhaps, the lack of live activities in the island during the night forced most of them to just stay in their villas.

Although you were slightly shivering from the cold breeze, it was not enough to slow you down from your pace. The journey took longer than expected. You thought the table you’re occupying for the dinner would be close to your villa. Jungkook muttered something which you failed to hear clearly as the sounds of crashing waves were far louder than his voice. When someone who was wearing a familiar uniform of the hotel employees approached the two of you, you guessed that the lone cottage not far from where you both stood is the one you’re going to occupy.

The male staff greeted the two of you and noticed he has a good American English accent. You politely smiled then followed him suit as he maneuvered you and Jungkook to the cottage. Even from afar and the dim light that the post lamp near it have provided, you could make out the differences of it from the ones you’ve seen earlier. It was specially decorated.

You guessed right. Because when you went closer to it, you couldn’t help yourself but admire the beautiful setup. You thought Jungkook would only take you on a simple dinner, although he mentioned it being a little private. You tug his hand in an attempt to get his attention as he was giving instructions to another staff. It was the one you asked to keep your gift so Jungkook wouldn’t have an idea about it as he has no idea you prepared a present for him.

He grins when he saw the look on your face, evidently showing how surprised you are.

“Do you like it?”

“You didn’t mention it’s a candlelit dinner.”

“That’s the whole point of a surprise.” The smile plastered on his face tells you there‘s something else you’re not aware of.

“What else did you prepare for this dinner that I don' know about?” Peering curiously at him. Jungkook didn’t have the chance to reply as the waiter coaxed you towards the table.

“Mr. Jeon, Mrs. Jeon, please do take your seats.” Jungkook nodded to the waiter and gently drag you to the flower decorated cottage. As you neared the table, your eyes caught the red petals beautifully scattered on the center of the table around the lavender scented candle.

Jungkook pulled the intricately designed metal chair for you. It was then that you noticed a single rose lying on the round, empty plate. You took it and drew it close to your nose so you can smell it properly.

“Thank you,” softly whispered. When you had taken a sit, Jungkook made a half turn to occupy the chair across mine.

The waiter then started serving the courses. Your eyes quickly traveled to his when you realized they were serving an Italian menu. It’s your favorite. Before you even had the chance to speak your thoughts, a soft, romantic melody suddenly plays. Your head going sideways trying to locate where the sound is coming from. The faint sound of the crashing waves drowning from the music that lingers sweetly in your ears. He didn’t leave your gaze. He grins seeing that you’re struggling to form a statement as your mouth was left ajar. You didn’t expect that he would do it anything special.

Still in daze of his effort to pull a special dinner, you whispered softly, “You did all of this…” It wasn’t a question, because he really did.

“Happy anniversary, Jagi.” He purred softly. Even with the dim light, you can see his eyes twinkling from adoration. “We’ve been celebrating our anniversaries for years and we’ve never done this before. I want to make this one memorable for you.”

“You didn’t have to...but—thank you. I-I...I don’t know what to say, I’m not expecting anything like this because being with you is enough for me.”

His hand reached out to yours, kissing your knuckles and the wedding band worn on your ring finger.

“Anything for you.” Your heartfelt interaction was cut short when the waiter came back with the wine, pouring to each of the wine glass. Muttering a ‘thanks’ when he finishes, leaving the two of you alone, again.

The two of you started eating. You mentally reminded yourself not to eat too much so you wouldn’t feel sick after the meal, especially now that you’re aware it’s a full course meal.

The primo was already served, and although the palletto is mouth watering, you didn’t finish half of it in discretion. Jungkook didn’t seem to notice it, because you already asked the waiter for the second course.

“How is it?”

“It’s good, and it tastes just like the ones I’ve had in italian restaurants.” You were referring to the Filletto al pepe.

“The chef must be good to be able to cook authentic Italian cuisines.”

He smile shyly. “Actually, he’s an Italian.”

“Oh. So, that’s why.”

Like the first one, you ate half of the portion of the second course. You’re on the fourth one when he noticed your wine was left untouched.

He lifted his eyebrow in question, “You don’t like the merlot? I thought that’s your favorite kind?”

“It is. I just felt like not having an alcohol tonight.”

“What do you want then? I’ll ask the waiter for something else.”

“Just...water, please.” He stared at you for a few seconds, before asking you again, unconvinced.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

During this time, you two were able to talk about a lot of things. And sometimes, he just stares at you lovingly while listening to you talk endlessly. It was several minutes after finishing the courses when he stood up and laid out his hand in front of you. He didn’t even speak but you knew what he was asking for. He wants to take you on a slow dance. The intensity of his gaze almost melts your heart as you took his hand and then he gathered you in his arms. Hands clasped over his nape, his around your waist. His hold on you allowed him to sway not only his body but yours as well to the soft melody.

Not long after, you slightly pushed him away. It’s time to give him your present. His eyebrows forming a line from your sudden withdrawal.

“I have something for you.”

“You do? You didn’t bring anything when we went out though...”

Instead of replying, you turned around to seek for the waiter, when you spotted him, your hand made a gesture to easily give off a signal for him to take out the box you’ve asked for him to keep.

When you turned back around to face Jungkook, his face was scrunched up in full confusion.

“What was that? What did you tell him?”

“The present. He kept it so you wouldn’t know.”

His eyes were wider than usual, still comprehending what you just did. In no time, the waiter came back with the box decorated with a ribbon on top.

You thanked him as he passed it to you.

You pushed the box forward towards Jungkook and whispered softly, “Happy anniversary, my love.”

His eyes going back and forth to you and box as he took it. It was the size of a shoe box and he was wondering what stuff could the box contain.

“Open it,” you encourages as he seemed to be thinking critically what you got for him than actually seeing it for himself.

He slowly untie the ribbon and pulled the cover to reveal its content. He fell even more confuse as he only saw strips of colorful papers that filled the box full. He scurried his fingers through it like he was on a hunt, determined to find the real gift. When he couldn’t seemed to find it, he slightly tipped the box, discarding the strips away. On the last few fistful strips, he saw a small, rectangular, white object. His eyebrows formed a straight line, trying to think the relevance of this tiny stick to be considered an object for a present.

It was then he took it in between his fingers and scrutinize it closely that it finally dawned him. His mouth dropped open.

He snapped his head so hard in your direction from utter shock trying to get a confirmation.

“Is it… is this true, YN? You’re pregnant?” You could see his eyes welling up.

You nodded a few times, “Yes.” You replied lowly. But he heard you, and the moment he did, he pulled you in a deep kiss. His hands were travelling everywhere he could touch you, your hair, your face your arms and then he palmed both your cheeks to kiss you again. He was over the moon. He didn’t know how to handle it, and the only way he could express it so sweetly is through his kisses.

Planting a soft peck on your forehead, finally freeing your swollen lips from his. His arms pulling you closer against his body like he was protecting you. Perhaps, from the cold.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” He dazed, dipping his head on your head to plant multiple kisses all over. “Tell me it’s true, that I’m not dreaming.”

“It is, Jungkook. We’re pregnant.”

Once again, he captured your lips. And you’re not aware how long he was kissing you, but by the time that he pulled away, you took in his dark hooded eyes and felt a hard pressure on your stomach. He is hard.

Just like the other days, you didn’t stop him from his advances even if you two were still technically outside. He was squeezing your butt cheek while dominating your mouth. His tongue long entered your mouth to have a taste. You were left panting when he lowered his mouth, aiming for your jaw, your shoulder and then your neck, the spot where he chose to suck the skin. It was maddening and you’re already losing your sanity. You didn’t have any sip of the wine but you felt just as intoxicated as what an alcoholic drink can do to you after having glasses of it. Perhaps, you really are. Only from your husband’s kisses and desirous touches.

As a matter of fact, you’re not aware how and when you ended up in your villa. Your aching desire clouding your mind that you probably lost your mind to keep track of what’s happening. If it weren’t for him dragging you towards the privacy of your rented room with your body going along wherever he leads you, you wouldn’t have been in your right mind to process your way to the villa.

The moment he pulled you inside, and closed the door behind you, it was like his patience suddenly ran out as he pressed you against the wooden surface, covered your cheeks with his palms then crashed your lips in a searing kiss. His grip let him dominate the kiss and you were not complaining about it. In fact, it turns you on even more when he takes the lead, controlling your needs, teasing you, taking you over the edge, and more.

His lips left yours and you let out a sound of whine, disappointed by the lack of attention from his lips. His name was on the tip of your tongue, about to call him when you felt his lips trailed wet kisses through your jaw down to your neck on your sweet spot.

Your hands find their way to his hair, gripping his locks between your fingers as an outlet to let your desire speak for you aside from the sweet mewls that were coming out of you.

“Jungkook,” you whimpered just as he not so gently sucks your sensitive skin that you felt a faint burning sensation. He knew what he was doing for his tongue started tracing his mark. It didn’t help ease your discomfort over the prolonging desire you want him to aid. In fact, it only intensifies your need like a sprinkle of water through a burning flame.

His lips went farther down your naked shoulder, easing off the strap not wanting a single barrier going on his way. His hand travelling from your waist towards your clothed mound. The only layer covering your breasts is the cotton dress you were wearing and he used it as an advantage, baring your other breast for his eyes and mouth to feast. Dipping his head, his tongue flicked your peak, sending a tingling sensation down where you ache the most. Your fingers tightening their hold through his hair.

“Jungkook please,” you were growing more and more irritated. You want him now.

He was quick to tend to you, kissing your lips, hands cupping your face. “What do you want, baby?” Brushing his lips against yours, the corner of his mouth turning up.

“I want you!”

His dark eyes stared at you, fighting back the urge to smirk at your needy state.

“We won’t hurt our baby, right?” connecting his forehead against yours, kissing your nose as if to help ease your panting.

You shook your head, not trusting your voice to speak. You craned your head up to press your lips to his.

And then you suddenly felt his hands found their way on the back of your thighs, pressing his palms against your clothed skin to urge you to jump on his arms. You did and wrapped your legs around his waist and knotted your arms over his nape. No one dared break the contact on your entwined lips as he expertly maneuvered his way through the bedroom. Your elevated position allowed you to dominate his lips, and it gave you the sudden confidence to push your tongue inside his mouth. It didn’t take long for he placed you on the mattress. You cried out of the sudden lost of contact to his lips. Your sexually deprived state draining your energy and left you with a thread-like strength that you failed to pull him closer.

How does he even have so much control in him? There’s no doubting that he doesn’t want you as much as you do to him because you can see it in his eyes. Dark and burning with desire. His lower lip in between his teeth as he unbuttoned his top, his eyes never leaving yours. You could almost make out an amusement playing on his features even though he wears no expression, like he’s enjoying your frustration. You impatiently watch him unbutton his tailored shorts, the constraint of his hard member creating an evident bulge on his front. And now that he’s left almost naked with his boxers on, it became too painful to look at the evidence of his desire without having any contact from him.

He must have decided to end your misery because he started climbing on the bed, crawling his way over you and parting your legs so he could rest his body on your middle. The moment he did, you reached out, cupping his face to crash your lips on his. It was then you felt his hard member, pressing so painfully against your abdomen that you could feel your core aching and leaking from the intensity of your need. Your whimpering sounds being swallowed against Jungkook’s mouth.

“Help me undress you, baby.” You did just as what he told you to. Desperate to feel him, anything to relieve the throb on your center.

“Up,” he instructed hoarsely, arching your back so he can remove your dress over your head.

“Beautiful.” His eyes scanning through your naked torso. Admiration and lust evident on his face as he feasted the view.

“Jungkook,” pulling his arm, “I want you, now.” your demand came out as a helpless plea.

“I know, baby.” he chuckled, although his face was dark with desire.

Pushing your hips up so you can rub your center against his bulge. Your body slightly trembling from the delicious contact.

His hand snuck in between your bodies, aiming for where you want him to touch the most. He pushed your panties aside, discovering how much you want him.

“Fuck,”

A loud moan emitted past your lips when his thumb flicked your clit. Another finger experimentally slid inside you. The simple ministration almost made you lose your mind. And no later than a second, the pressure stopped that you couldn’t help but to let out a cry from so much frustration.

Jungkook pinned your waist flat against the bed, the little distance between your bodies allowed him to pull your underwear down to your legs past your feet. Then his fingers hooked his boxers down until it reached his thighs to free his hard and swollen member, and glistening with arousal. He’s so huge that a sight of him alone made you clench your insides so hard out of too much need.

He rubbed his veiny length up and down before pushing your knees up a bit so he could have a better angle.

Aligning his steel hard length on your entrance, you bit your lip in anticipation. Your eyes met his when you tilted your head up. All this time, his eyes were on you. You were so focused on his hard length that you didn’t notice he was watching you all along. He chose that moment to thrust his hip roughly and you heard him curse under his breath. Your eyes clenched shut, crying out from the forceful intrusion. It should have hurt you for he’s huge and you can only take so much of him. But the evidence of your desire allowed his length to slide in easily, stretching you to the extremes, and relieving the ache of your prolonged desire that pain felt so surprisingly good through your sensitive muscles inside. Tears spilling from your eyes. He was quick to wipe them off. Kissing your lips tenderly and murmuring an apology.

“No. More please,” urging him to move.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please...Jung— Oh!“ halfway through pleading through his name, he started thrusting in and out of you that a series of delicious moans started pouring from your mouth. The pace was not too fast, but not too painfully slow.

He caught your lips, holding your chin in place. “Is this okay, baby? You’re not hurt?”

“Jungkook, more…” Ignoring his question as you seemed to be so focused on the delicious stroking of his member inside you, wanting more than what he’s offering.

Submitting to your plea, his thrusts quickened. Lifting the back of your thighs a little bit so he could go deeper. The same position allowed him to touch a sensitive spot several times. In and out. Until you could feel the impending snap of the knot tied by a thousand strands of your pleasure.

“Oh, Jungkook!” His name falling out deliriously on your mouth repeatedly like it was the only thing that mattered. The sounds you were emitting seemed to intensify his pleasure of being inside you that it urge him to go even faster, deeper. And the longer he does, the louder you get, screaming only his name and nothing else.

You can feel it, you’re close.

A growl rumbles out of his chest when you squeezes him so tight that he could taste his own orgasm. When he particularly stroke a sensitive spot where a thousand nerves are located which can trigger your orgasm, once, twice… and with the third stroke that you finally felt the twisting of your stomach, waves of pleasure hitting every core of your being. Your mind losing its own consciousness, vision blurring as the world has gone mute for a few seconds. Screaming his name one last time as you arched your back, wrapping your arms over his back tightly, needing his embrace as you ride out your high. He continued hammering his hard length inside you, prolonging your orgasm and chasing his own. Your eyes moistened from the overstimulation, almost painful, yet pleasurable enough to let him jar you over and over until you were writhing beneath him, coaxing his release to hit him sooner. It worked.

You heard him growled your name as you felt him stiffen beneath you, an indication of his approaching peak. The moment it did, he attacked your lips, muffling his own sounds of pleasure. He doesn’t like you hearing his moans because he thinks they are unmanly. But you love them. It gives you an assurance that you can please him like he does to you.

He rested his body on top of yours for a bit, his head nuzzled on your neck, panting from doing all the activity by himself. His hands firmly planted on the bed on both your sides so as not to put all his weight on you. His chest pressed flat on yours, allowing you to feel his heart beating so fast against his rib cage. You let him in this position, wiping the beads of sweats that covered his temple and forehead. You kiss the side of his head, your fingers stroking his hair in a comforting manner. He likes it when you take charge on the aftermath.

Your fingers lightly scratch his scalp, soothingly. Your other hand on his back, feather lightly rubbing his skin that is covered with a little moist of sweat. You tilted your head a little, purring closer to his earlobe.

“I love you.”

He lifted his head, meeting his half opened eyes. The corner of his mouth curled up in reply. He suddenly close the distance, capturing your lips. “I know baby, I love you, too.” He gently murmured against your tender lips. Then he kisses the tip of your nose before rolling over to his back, taking you with him. You ended up on on his side. His arms immediately covered your naked back from the cold. The new position gave you literally no space in between your bodies. His warmth comforting your body. You’re not sure if he’s still awake as your nose is buried on his neck that it didn’t let you see if he is. But you’re too tired and comfortable to move an inch.

“Babe…” you faintly whispered as your fingers traced the skin of his arm, if he’s asleep he probably wouldn’t hear you. He didn’t say anything.

Until he move. His arms tightening around you.

“Jagi, give me a minute or two,”

“What?”

He lifted his head to meet your eyes. “I thought you wanted more.”

You hit his chest playfully, but he caught it even before you do, taking it closer to his mouth to kiss the palm of it.

Not even a few minutes later, he flipped you both so he’s hovering you again. Jungkook pressed his hips against yours and you felt it. He’s turn on, again.

Squeals come out of your mouth as he attacked your neck, biting and sucking the skin playfully as if he’s some kind of a blood sucker creature. You thought you’re not ready to take him again after the intense one you just had. It was like you were not sated enough when he unsolicitedly slid inside you. You’ll always love the feel of him, filling you completely. He made you lose your mind, and didn’t stop after you exploded for the second time of the night.

You let him had you again, this time it was excruciatingly and painfully slow. You could make out a faint light illuminating from the blinds through your heavy eyelids when he finally stopped. His body falling with a thud on the other side of the bed, exhaustingly. That’s the last thing you remembered before sleep consumes over you.

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Nothing But A Name

A/N: i literally cannot believe this

my fic just got deleted somehow maybe i was just a dumbass but whatever

so this is a repost im sorry if you’ve already read it forgive me

Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x g!Reader

Summary/Prompt: You have a secret blog and an enthusiastic fan, but never in a million years would you think it was who it was.

Genre: Fluff, College!au

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: None

—Y/N POV—

I shoved my books and pens aside after carefully tucking my (finally) completed Economics assignment, still wondering if the teacher would accept it. The rain pounded down onto the dorm roof harder with each passing hour. I half-hoped we would get a day off because of too much rain.

“I’m only a day late,” I assured myself aloud. “Relax.” I wanted to sleep, I wanted to not get back up for the rest of the week. It was only Wednesday. I had three more days of classes until I could sleep until noon and not have to stay up so late. I pulled my laptop out of my bag and placed it carefully onto the desk. I checked my watch. I probably still had time for a post before I slept.

I opened my blog page, Tristful, and typed away at the keys, making a new post.

It’s raining. Really hard. Rain is always portrayed as a symbol of bad luck, isn’t it? of grief and loss? But I’ve always loved it. It’s beautiful.

It’s tiring, isn’t it? Having to wake up in the morning and do the things that you hate to do? Me? I want to draw and paint and play my music, I want to photograph everything under the sun, I want to read and I want to write. But I can’t. Like a lot of people can’t. I’m so exhausted, with living life. No one on this side of the screen seems to care much.

Loving someone taught me how to sacrifice in vain,

And loving no one taught me to love myself again.

I clicked post and leaned back in my chair, knowing that sleep would soon trap me in its hold. My eyelids were already getting heavy. I stared at the screen, a tiny bit of relief flowing through me, that I had a place to vent; a place to smile and to cry where no one would know it was me. My blog was a complete secret—not even my best friend Ziya knew.

A ping startled me: someone had sent a message. I opened the box and saw, spirit rising, that bubblegum-dimples had replied to my newest post. I smiled to myself. I had no idea who this person was (I assumed it was a she) but she had taken it up to follow me and react to whatever I did. Not in the creepy way, I mean. It was sort of cute, once I got used to it.

Aw its okay things will get better you sound like you need a hug I wish I was there! its raining here too lol

I laughed. thanks Im feeling better already

Then, as an afterthought, I added: what are you up to nowadays?

Soon I got a reply. what else? homework. it sucks being in uni and still having to do hw

ooh uni> me too what subject do you take

I take history and econ. science isn’t for me haha *shrug*

My eyebrows raised in amusement. I take economics too its such a bitch nowadays

speaking of which, I should really get back to studying sorry got to go

okay bye ttyl

I shut down my computer and collapsed onto my bed. I fumbled around for my alarm clock and set it for six the next morning. It’s already two am? I thought, horrified. Damn, I’m going to spend the entire day in bed after I turn in my assignment. My eyelids drooped.

The agonizing buzz of my phone caused my eyes to snap open, mentally screaming at whoever had the audacity to call so early and throw away my sleep. I reached over to the desk where I was sure I had kept my phone, my head still buried in my pillow. Without even looking at the caller, I answered. “Hello?”

“Sorry, Y/N, did I wake you?”

Jaehyun. Jaehyun. Why. Why?? “You sick son of a—“ I sighed, rubbing the drowsiness out of my eyes and propping myself up on my elbows. “No, of course you didn’t. What are you talking about? I’m always bright and fresh at two freaking am.”

I could almost see him wincing on the other side. “Y/N, I’m really sorry. I just needed help on the last homework question in Econ.”

“You expect me to believe that you were up until two doing homework?” I asked incredulously, this wasn’t like him at all.

“You know the professor will kick me out of class if I don’t do my work this time, too,” he whined. “You heard him.” I had heard him. Jaehyun had most consistently failed to submit his paperwork for five weeks in a row and the professor publicly humiliated him, asking him not to take Economics if he had such a low IQ that he couldn’t add two numbers.

I groaned. “Which question?”

“The last one,” he replied, sounding infinitely more cheerful. “Question 20.”

I squinted around and took my book from where I had shoved it aside, rummaging quickly through it for the answer. “Um. Option (b).”

“Why though?” I silently prayed to whoever was listening to help this boy through his troubled times.

“It’s the same exact question as one of the examples in the text.” I voice shaking as I yawned. “Look in the book, dumbass. Quit pestering me so late.”

“The textbook?” I heard shuffling sounds.

“Do you even still have your text?” I teased. “Or did you sell it for drug money?”

“Hey, I don’t do drugs,” he protested. “Oh, I found the question. Thanks.”

“Hm.” I mumbled. There was a pause. I knew he hadn’t hung up because I could hear his breathing.

“Are you okay?” he suddenly asked.

My forehead creased. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing, just…you sound sick?” Another pause. “Oh, right, you were sleeping. Never mind.”

“I’m fine. Goodnight, Jae,” I said firmly, wanting nothing more than rest.

“Yeah. Goodnight. Thanks.” Then I heard a beep. He’d hung up.

Thank you, I mentally remarked. Boy’s been pushing his limits. Jaehyun wasn’t my best friend, no, I had only met him after I started uni last year. But although we had only two classes together, something seemed to stick. My actual best friend, Ziya and Jae couldn’t stand each other. They only did to be civil. Ziya said she was sure he was some fishy guy and Jae said she was stuck-up and possessive. Neither was true. Personally, I just thought they were jealous of each other. Maybe they liked each other? Too much thinking. Shut up and go to sleep, brain.

—Jaehyun POV—

I hung up the phone and tossed it onto the bed. Then I got back to work, holding an eye open with one hand and furiously scribbling away into my notebook with the other. I hadn’t been lying. I was doing my homework.

Okay, maybe I procrastinated until ten pm. Okay, and maybe I was looking at my phone half the time. I was still doing my homework.

I finished the answer and literally flung my book and pen aside, throwing myself onto the bed. My hand cradled my phone and I smiled to myself, remembering the post.

Okay, so I had a blog. Nothing to be overly concerned about. A lot of people had blogs. But mine was secret. I didn’t let anyone see or even know about it. They would probably tease the heck out of me. At any rate, no one would suspect that I had a blog that looked like what it did. I didn’t want people to know that side of me. Everyone saw me as goofy and cool and as of the moment, I was okay with that scenario.

But there was that girl. The girl who posted almost every day and wrote little couplets at the end of her posts. I was sure it was a girl—if it turned out to be a guy, I would be genuinely surprised. Not that guys can’t write poems—the way the person wrote just gave me that instinctive feel. The name of her blog was Tristful and I remember the moment I first saw the blog, I had rushed to find the meaning of the word. Sad, I recalled. Melancholy. She didn’t say anything extravagant. Not many pictures of her favourite singers and actors, no out-of-this-world conspiracy theories, just a simple post about what happened in her day. Not a play-by-play description. Just a note of her mood, and the most relatable things that I’d ever read. Her little couplets were awesome, too. That took effort. Not many people had the patience to think up a new couplet each time they posted something.

She had posted just a few minutes ago. And like the loyal follower (some people might call me a stalker, I swear I’m not) I was, I immediately liked it and replied. It was apparently raining over there, wherever she was. It was raining even harder over here. But today’s post was a lamentation about how she had to live life in a way she didn’t want to. I couldn’t agree more. I was learning history and economics but I wanted to sing and dance and perform. It was frustrating. I felt like everyone was slipping into a boring monotonous life that our ancestors set the blueprints for, and people like tristful19 tried to pull us out and make us see that we could, hypothetically, do what we wanted.

I would never admit it to myself, but I liked her. Even if it wasn’t a her. She made me feel like I wasn’t alone. It seemed weird, but I had developed a sort of crush on her, whoever she was. She must be somewhere far away, possibly millions of miles, and most likely saw me as another girl. But even so, my heart always felt warm when she replied.

I was still smiling to myself as I drifted off to sleep.

—Y/N POV—

I entered my Economics class, assignment in hand to see Jaehyun staring off into space with a dreamy look in his eyes, smiling to himself. That’s odd, I thought. He looks like a lovesick puppy. “Yah!” I said, flicking him in the forehead. He snapped back to where I was from wherever he had been, frowning. “You look like you’re in love, what’s up?”

A faint red tinged his cheeks. Was he actually blushing? “Nothing,” he said uncertainly, trying to play it cool. “What are you talking about?”

“Your ears are red, Jae.”

He immediately covered them. “No, they’re not.”

Cut the crap, Jae. “Is it Ziya?” I deadpanned. His mouth fell open.

“What?!”

I shrugged. “Is it Ziya?”

“Why would you think that I’m in love with Ziya?” he retorted. “I don’t even like her.”

“Well, I mean, both of you are always fighting and teasing each other.” I seated myself in the chair behind him. “I don’t know, I was just asking. Seemed to me like the textbook definition of a schoolboy crush.”

“Well, Y/N, if you haven’t noticed, I’m not a schoolboy,” he hissed. “Don’t know why—“ Just then the professor walked in. The class fell silent. Jaehyun turned around after giving me one last nasty look.

We both managed to get through Economics without much incident. I turned in my paper and the professor was satisfied with the homework that Jae submitted for the first time that semester. The only chink in the glass was that he gave back some tests that he finally graded. I walked through the halls to my next class, a C- printed in bold letters on the paper dangling from my hand.

“Hey, at least you didn’t fail,” Jaehyun mumbled as he trotted beside me, crumpling up his test sheet and tossing it into a nearby trash can.

“Hey, Y/N!” I didn’t need to look at Jae’s scowl to know that it was Ziya.

“Athletes are called to the field at nine-thirty,” she panted as she jogged up to us. I groaned. “It’s on the notice board. Get going. You know how the coach goes hard on latecomers better than anyone. I’ll get your notes for this period.”

I handed her my bag, but Jae snatched it away from me, frowning at Ziya. “Jae—?”

“You don’t even take English,” he snapped at her. “How would you take her notes? I’ll take them,” he said, turning to me, “I don’t take my own anyway. Wait up after practice, okay? I’ll buy you lunch.”

“Oh, really? Thanks, Jae,” I replied, confused but smiling sweetly at him. What a nice change. “Stay in love, it’s doing you wonders.” As I sprinted down the hall, I could hear the two of them bickering. I shook my head. Those two would never get along, would they?

Was he in love? I pursed my lips. Wouldn’t he tell me at least, if he was? I wonder who it is…. I shook myself. Are you being jealous, Y/N? No. I’m only mad that he didn’t say anything before. Lies. You’re jealous, aren’t you? NO! I’M NOT! STOP IT!

—Jaehyun POV—

“You’re being pretty generous today.” The voice made me roll my eyes and turn around. Ziya. Of course.

“What are you doing here?” I shot back. “Won’t you give me a moment’s peace?” She held her hands up in surrender. I leant back against the brick wall of the building that bordered the playing field. I was waiting for Y/N to come out so we could get lunch, but look who decided to ruin my day.

“I’m not here to see you or Y/N, if that makes you feel better,” she answered.

“Then why are you here?” I asked. I had become curious, even if I didn’t want to admit it.

She shrugged. “None of your business. You’re waiting for Y/N, aren’t you? There she is.” I turned towards the field and saw her exiting the fenced boundaries, but she wasn’t alone. With a twinge of irritation, I registered the lean form of Taeyong, captain of the soccer team. I waved at Y/N, but she didn’t seem to notice me. They were close enough, talking animatedly, and then closer and closer, and then….they completely passed by, not even bothering to spare me a glance. What the heck?

“What is he doing with her?” I muttered angrily, jealously surging up within me, an insatiable urge to rip Taeyong limb from limb.

“Give it a rest, Jaehyun.” ZIya’s voice floated to my ears, temporarily removing me from my thoughts of putting a bullet through Taeyong’s head. “You’re doing the same thing.”

“What thing?” I responded shortly, still iffed at being ignored.

“You’re mad at Taeyong.”

Of course I’m mad at Taeyong—“What? Why would I be mad at him?” Look at him, trying to chat her up like….Jesus, I need to warn her about him—

She snapped her fingers in front of my face, bringing my attention back to her. “Same reason that you don’t like me.” I looked at her; the undertones in her voice had not gone unnoticed. “You’re so possessive of Y/N. You don’t want anyone else but yourself with her.”

Her expression seemed so forlorn that I felt bad. “Ziya, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—“ She stopped me.

“It’s okay.” She smiled. “I won’t deny that I tried hard to get her away from you, too.”

I nodded. “Oh, these are her notes. Give them to her, will you?”

The awkward silence fell. I let out a breathy chuckle when I remembered what happened in Economics. “Did you know that Y/N thought I liked you because we’re always arguing?”

She cracked a small smile. “Yeah, she’s mentioned it a couple times, but you’re not really my type much. No offense.” She brushed her hair aside. “Besides, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say Y/N is the one you have a crush on. You act like it.” Her face lit up, evidently having seen something behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Taeil, one of our seniors walk over. “See you around, Jaehyun.” With a dazzling smile, she linked arms with him and the two walked off.

I was confused. I act like I have a crush on Y/N? Impossible. I don’t like her that way, do I? Is that how people see us?

The rest of the day passed in a daze. I didn’t have any more classes with Y/N, but my thoughts were on her. I won’t deny that I’ve imagined it. What it would be like as her boyfriend. But she’s made it pretty clear that I’m friendzoned! Hasn’t she been trying to set me up with Ziya? That must mean she doesn’t see me that way, right?

After scrawling down a few sentences to pass off as an essay for tomorrow’s English class, I lay sprawled across my bed, absently thumbing through my phone. A post in particular caught my eye. tristful19 back at it, huh?

Well, today was a better day! I won’t name names (duh) but one of my friends was pretty nice to me…I wonder if he likes anyone. I won’t deny that I might like him—I did have a tiny crush on him sometime last year….I think I’m not over it yet. He’s attractive, I’ll give him that.

Sometimes I wonder, is it the trail of a dove?

the perfume of a flower? or a hint of love?

Well. If that didn’t make me feel worse, then I don’t know what did. I knew I was being silly, getting upset at the newfound lovelife of a blogger who could be anywhere (as if I even had a chance), but it did. I was disappointed, but still, happy for her in a way. My mind was preoccupied, Ziya’s words ringing in my head. What am I feeling right now? I’m not jealous of Taeyong, am I? Why should I be?

“I like Y/N as a friend,” I said aloud.

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, buddy.”

I shot up in bed, head hitting the edge of my desk. Eyes watering in pain, I managed to spit out, “What the hell are you doing here?”

Mark, a classmate of mine from the room across the hall, waltzed into the room as I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress, rubbing my head.

“Bro, chill, I just needed at clean towel.” He flitted to the wardrobe, knowing where everything was already. “It’s Johnny’s turn to do the laundry and the idiot forgot.” I stood up, arms crossed. “Hey, don’t lend Johnny anything, okay? He needs to learn a lesson.”

“What—what were you saying about Y/N?” I tried to make it sound as if I was only asking casually, but Mark saw right through it. He peeked out from behind the wardrobe door and flashed me a sly smile. My face flushed. I could feel my ears turning red again.

“Dude, you clearly don’t see her as just a friend,” he began, still rummaging through my clothes. “It’s so obvious.”

“What’s obvious?”

“From the way you look at her. It’s obvious that you like her. Everyone thinks so. Even Taeyong came to ask me whether you two were dating or not.”

Fury rose in me. “Taeyong? Why?”

“I think he’s going to ask her out. I don’t know.”

It was like a slap to the face. “What?! And what did you say?”

“I told him you weren’t.” He found a towel and tossed it over his shoulder. “Why are you upset? I thought you only saw her as a friend.”

“Mark…” I growled.

“Bro, you’re in denial. Suck it up and go ask her out.” With a final toss of his head and a smirk, he let himself out the door. What the heck, Mark. You can’t just say stuff like that and then leave.

I took my phone and rapidly typed away, creating a new post.

How do you know whether someone likes you is a question that Google has seen too often. But how do you know whether you like someone? My heart isn’t answering that question.

—Y/N POV—

I went to class the next day, feeling a little subdued, for two reasons. One was the fact that bubblegun-dimples hadn’t replied to my post and I felt silly for feeling so attached to them. The second was the conversation I had with Taeyong the previous day.

Once he had walked me to the mess hall near my dorm, I’d paused because I felt that he had chatted all this way to say something important. I wasn’t wrong.

“Y/N, I know this might sound a little forward, but…” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “w-would you want to go out with me sometime?”

Oh. Oh. “I…I don’t really know, Tae, it’s—“

“Is it Jaehyun?” He interrupted abruptly. My jaw dropped.

“J-Jaehyun?” I stammered. “Oh, you know him?”

“Yeah.” Taeyong shrugged. “Best shooting guard on the basketball team I’ve ever seen.” After a pause, he repeated his question. “Is it because of Jaehyun? You guys are together or something?”

“What?” I yelped. “No. We’re not together. I just….” I trailed off. “Where did you hear that we were together?”

He gave a non-committal jerk of the head. “It’s not very subtle, is it? It’s obvious from the way he acts that he’s whipped for you.”

I didn’t know what to say. “Tae, maybe you’re mistaken. We’re not dating. And I’m sorry, but I just don’t feel that way about you.” I grimaced apologetically. “Sorry. I’ll think about it.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” he assured, putting on a smile. “Good luck for your track events next month!” He flashed me a thumbs-up and ducked under the door of the mess hall.

Coming back to the present, I sat down next to Jaehyun for English class, Taeyong’s words echoing in my ears. Is it Jaehyun? It’s obvious from the way he acts that he’s whipped for you…

I glanced sideways at Jaehyun, who seemed distant as well. I drew my courage. Dude, it’s just Jae! Your best guy friend, come on! I nudged him with my elbow. He winced.

“Something wrong?” I asked. He shook his head, his dark locks falling onto his forehead. I pressed further. “She broke up with you?” He scoffed at me.

“No, she likes someone else.”

Oh, the poor kid. “Aw, tough luck, buddy. Things will be alright in the end.” I patted his back sympathetically.

—Jaehyun POV—

I didn’t know how I was still sitting there with her. For all I knew, she was Taeyong’s new girlfriend and I had totally blown my chance with her. Did I like her? I guess so. What else could explain what I felt?

“Jaehyun-ssi, if you could please read your essay, we could proceed with the class.” The professor’s sharp tone brought me out of my reverie. I glanced regretfully at the few sentences I’d scribbled in my notebook. I sighed.

“I didn’t do it, ma’am.”

The professor pursed her lips. “I thought so. Y/N, please read yours.”

She stood up, the hem of her shawl brushing against my face, setting my insides on fire. What is even happening to me?? I tried my hardest to focus on what she was saying, knowing nothing other than the theme was on the forsaken lovers, Romeo and Juliet. But the sweet lilt of her voice was making it too hard for me to understand what the words were. I was only picturing the mesmerizing movements of her lips. But then she was ending the essay.

“The taste of his lips, the touch of his skin, gave her the feeling of something akin

and she wondered, is it the trail of a dove? the perfume of a flower? or a hint of love?”

My blood froze. The first thing I thought was, she stole that. The second was, Y/N wouldn’t steal. That means…

The class burst into applause and I joined in, two seconds too late. She sat down, face blushing in pleasure.

I leaned over to her and snatched her notebook away from her. Skimming the neat print, my heart jumped into my throat. “You wrote this yourself?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

I pointed to the couplet. “Even this?”

“Of course. What do you take me for? A thief?”

So it’s her? She’s tristful19? How? What—My eyes ran down her writing again and it struck me. When she talked, it wasn’t as noticeable, but….her writing style is so similar.

I handed the book back to her wordlessly. She tucked it into her bag.

“What did Taeyong say yesterday?” I suddenly questioned.

She glanced over at me in surprise. “Oh. He was…asking me out.”

“And what did you say?” I continued more forcefully.

“I told him I would think about it.”

“Don’t.”

Her eyebrows disappeared into her windswept hair. “Why?”

“He’s not right for you.” My palms were sweating. My heart was pounding. Jae, what have you done now?

“What are you talking about, Jae?” she finally snapped, losing her cool. “If you have something to say, say it instead of beating around the bush.”

I stared at her, eyes digging deeper and deeper into hers, absorbing the beautiful color. I remembered the post the night before and my heart sank. So she does like Taeyong. You’ve got no chance, Jae.

I sat straight. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

I avoided her the rest of the day, mind too far gone to have any peace.

A ding from my phone later that night told me, by instinct, that there was a new post from her. Can you believe it? She’s tristful19? I opened the post.

It’s so frustrating! For the longest time, I’ve had a crush on one of my closest friends and since the past week, people are telling me that he likes me, too. I even turned down a guy on a date yesterday for him! And today, in English class? He was so close. Staring at me the whole time. I searched his eyes but I can’t tell….I was so sure that he was going to tell me that he likes me, but…*sigh*. I’m waiting so long for him to say it first, but I guess I might have to take charge now.

Oh, how I wish for a world in black and white

no grey, no confusion; just what’s wrong and what’s right.

My heart began to pound. I read the text again and again. English class? ….one of my closest friends…turned down a guy….

“Me,” I whispered, unable to believe it. “She was talking about me.” My fingers hovered over my keypad uncertainly.

maybe he doesn’t know that you like him

The reply was almost instantaneous. not for long

My heart clenched. if he knows, what would you want him to do?

I waited for her response, heartbeat rising in tempo. My phone dinged. run to my door right now, in the dead of night and say it

I couldn’t think straight anymore. I grabbed my jacket, shoved on my shoes and bolted, without even bothering to close the door.

The cold night air was sharp, it stung and woke me up like nothing else. I pulled on my denim jacket as I sprinted across the freshly cut lawns lit only by the moonlight. The wind ripped through my hair and elation filled me to the brim. I thought I would burst. The campus seemed timeless as I dashed across it, not tiring, not stopping for even a moment.

I forced my way through the door to the girls’ dorm and raced upstairs to the third floor. Within a second, I was in front of her door. I drew in a deep breath, vaguely aware that the warden had awoken. I knocked.

—Y/N POV—

I heard a knock at the door and I looked up from my laptop, confused. Who would be knocking at this hour? Maybe it was Lisa from down the hall. I lifted myself up, cracking my aching joints and pried open the door.

My mouth fell open. “J-Jae?”

He was gorgeous. I saw him every day, but nothing could have prepared me for this sight. He was out of breath, his firm chest heaving up and down. His hands were planted on the doorframe. His favourite denim jacket hung off one shoulder over his thin white t-shirt. He looked at me through his hooded eyes and I felt my heart contract.

I found my voice. “Jae, are you okay? What—“

“I love you.”

The rest of my sentence evaporated. “What?” I asked faintly.

He let himself inside the room and closed the door. “I. Love. You.”

Realization dawned on me. “Bubblegum-dimples? You’re—“ I was cut off by his lips.

Kissing Jaehyun was better than anything I could have imagined. The second his lips met mine, a jolt of desire ran through me. His lips were dry but I couldn’t care less. They fit against mine perfectly as if they were made for each other. His hands snaked into my hair and drew me closer to him. My arms found their way around his waist, pulling him impossibly near.

His tongue swiped against my bottom lip and I gasped, breaking the kiss.

He bumped noses. “To be fair, I didn’t know you were tristful19 until today either.” He pressed his lips against mine in a chaste kiss. I buried my face into his chest.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he murmured beside my ear.

“Why do you even have to ask?” He stroked the side of my face. We were rudely interrupted by a brief shout from downstairs. I jumped.

“It’s the dragon,” I whispered. “You should go, it’s late.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” he asked as I opened the door and looked both ways.

I smiled, kissing him briefly. “Of course.”

He grinned, dimples on display and then disappeared into the darkness. I closed the door with a snap, leaning against it, unable to stop my giddy smile. Bliss coursed through me.

Before I slept that night, I made sure that bubblegum-dimples saw my latest post. It wasn’t much, but it told him what I wanted to say.

The sun and the moon may never meet, they hide from each other in fear—

but twice upon a time, fate draws them in; the inevitable eclipse is near.

fin.

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How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days

Thank you guys all so much for reading this story! I’ve never really posted all my chapters onto Tumblr like this, so it’s a learning experience for all of us haha.

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Chapter 6 – Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 Words: 3925 Summary: Lucy and Natsu are determined to take the necessary steps to fulfill their lifetime dreams. Little do they know, they have both given themselves 10 days to achieve it.

The second the clock hits noon the next day, Lucy knocks on an apartment door with Natsu standing by her side.

Leading up to this moment, Lucy spent all morning going through her apartment and removing any indication that she lives there. From picture frames to clothes laying around to reusable cups she may have brought to Natsu’s place, she makes sure there isn’t a trace of her.

Besides quickly telling Levy the rundown of what she wants her to do, Lucy didn’t give much time to prepare. However, Lucy trusts that both of their acting skills will be enough to pull this off.

“How do you know this doctor?” Natsu asks while they wait for the door to open.

“We went to college together,” Lucy explains.

Natsu sniffs the air. “This place kind of smells like you.”

Lucy’s eyes widen, but she is saved by the door. On cue, the door slowly creaks open. Standing on the other side of the door is Levy wearing her infamous reading glasses. Although her eyes are stern, Lucy can tell Levy is loving every moment of this.

“Lucy and Natsu. Come in.”

Lucy pretends to look for the couch as they enter. She prays that Natsu isn’t examining the apartment too much. Once they’re comfortably seated, Levy sits directly across from them with a clipboard in hand.

“How have you been, Lucy?” Levy asks.

“I’m great,” Lucy replies with a smile. “Just living life my best life with Natsu.”

Levy hums, taking a look at Natsu. It isn’t until now when Lucy remembers that they haven’t met each other yet. Lucy slightly clears her throat when she notices that Levy seems to be looking at him for a little too long.

“Alright, let’s get to know each other,” Levy begins suddenly. “How long have you been together?”

“Today makes seven days,” Lucy responds.

Natsu stares at Levy scribbling on the clipboard. He realizes that it has only been a week, yet it feels like it’s been a decade.

“Is it too early to be seeing a therapist?” Natsu asks curiously.

Levy’s scribbles pause while Lucy sucks in an animated gasp.

“Did you hear that tone?” she asks with a hint of hurt in her voice.

Levy glances up at them above her glasses as Natsu takes a deep breath.

“This is what she does.” He points at her accusingly. “One second she’s sweet, the next second she turns into a whole different person!”

“Do you think you’re addicted to rage, Natsu?” Levy inquires with complete seriousness.

“Rage?!” Natsu exclaims with bewilderment. Levy raises her brows, causing him to lower his voice. “Sorry. Rage runs in my family, but no. I’m stronger than that.”

“I want you to close your eyes and take a deep breath,” Levy advises him gently.

Lucy is amazed at her best friend’s skills as they exchange a few deep breaths. She can tell that Levy definitely has been watching too many movies. But even then, she plays the role perfectly.

Once they’ve done a few rounds, Levy gives him a satisfied smile. “Okay, I think I know what step one is for your relationship.”

“Alright,” Natsu nods. “What do we need to do?”

“You and Lucy need to spend some quality time together. No phones, no distractions,” Levy answers. “Natsu, do you have any family that lives around here?”

“I have grandparents that live on the other side of Magnolia,” he responds.

“Why don’t you go visit them for a couple of days? You and Lucy can have more quality time there.”

“That sounds like a great idea,” he realizes aloud. “Let me look at my calendar.”

As Natsu concentrates on his phone, Lucy sends Levy a hard gaze. The most she expected for Levy to do was tell Natsu to empathize with her or practice a few bonding exercises. She didn’t expect to be signed up for a two-day getaway.

Levy notices Lucy’s racing thoughts, so she sends her a sheepish expression.

“Okay,” Natsu speaks up. “Let’s go today.”

“Today?” Lucy and Levy repeat simultaneously.

“A-Are you sure?” Lucy asks, uncertain. She turns to Natsu, finding him with a determined look.

“I want to work through this, only if you do, too,” he responds firmly.

Lucy has no choice but to nod. “Okay. Let’s do it, then.”

“Well, that concludes this session.” Levy stands up, beckoning them out of the apartment. “If you would like another session, you will be charged.”

“You were a great help,” Natsu tells her with genuine sincerity. “We’ll let you know if we need anything.”

They stand from the couch, but Lucy stops a few feet from the door. “I’m going to stay back here for a bit. I’ll meet you at your place in an hour.”

“Since we’re riding on my bike, just bring a backpack,” he replies.

“Okay, thanks.”

Lucy blinks incredulously as Natsu leans in and gently kisses her forehead. He looks down at her with a glint in his eye.

“This is going to be awesome,” he says.

With that, he leaves the apartment. Not wasting a second, Lucy immediately turns to Levy with a scowl.

“I’m sorry!” Levy bursts out before she is lectured. “I didn’t think he’d actually agree to it!”

“This wasn’t in my outline,” Lucy groans. She starts to pace through the apartment. “What if our relationship gets better after these next two days?”

“Well, what else did you expect out of couples’ therapy?” Levy counters. “You know, Natsu is actually a really attractive guy. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you worked things out.”

“That’s not the point of this experiment,” Lucy retorts. She rubs her temples in distress. “Should I actually go with him?”

“You’re going,” Levy answers simply. “I’m sure you’ll think of something while you’re there. Also, consider it a treat for yourself after working so hard this past week.”

Lucy decides to take Levy’s words with a grain of salt. While she can agree she has worked harder than she thought she would, she is fearful of what will happen these next two days.

What kind of home does he live in? How will Natsu’s grandparents treat her? Does he have siblings? What will they do during their stay? Will they sleep in separate rooms?

Lucy gulps as these thoughts drift in and out of her mind as she packs her bag. She has no idea what they will do together, but a part of her can’t help but be excited to experience something new with Natsu.

“Keep me updated on everything!” Levy calls out to her once Lucy has her backpack set.

Lucy sends her a small smile while closing the door. She can feel anticipation swelling up inside of her, but she tries her best to suppress it. The last thing she needs to involve in this mess are her emotions.

Lucy’s legs seem to be moving automatically as they take her to Natsu’s apartment. There, he is already outside on his motorcycle.

“Have I been on this one before?” she asks, noticing that the color looks slightly different.

“Gray has one that’s pretty similar,” Natsu replies. “Anyway, you ready?”

It isn’t until now when she begins to piece together that it was Gray who nearly flattened her all that time ago. But now isn’t the time for that. Lucy sits behind Natsu and wraps her arms around his waist.

“You might want to hold tighter than that,” he mentions.

Lucy yelps, causing Natsu to chuckle as they drive away. Due to the deafening wind, they don’t get to exchange too many words. She’s grateful—she still isn’t sure how she wants to present herself these next two days.

Only an hour has passed when the city buildings disappear, replaced with luscious trees and wider streets. Even though Lucy has never been on the outskirts of Magnolia, she isn’t disappointed. She can’t believe it took her this long to come out here.

Soon enough, Natsu drives into a neighborhood of cookie cutter houses. Several streets later, they are entering a driveway to a petit home.

“Welcome home,” Natsu says, shifting gears on the motorcycle.

Lucy hops off the bike to stretch her arms and legs. She studies the house in front of her; it reminds her of traditional homes on magazines.

She follows Natsu to check if the front door is unlocked. The door opens and he cocks his head to the side to welcome her in.

As she enters the home, Lucy is instantly hit with a smell that causes her eyes to water. The smell surrounds her with a distant familiarity. She blinks her tears away before Natsu can notice.

“Igneel! Grandeeny! I’m here!” Natsu calls out.

Lucy sees a silver-haired woman appear. She has permanent wrinkles that accompany her warm smile.

“Natsu, it’s so good to see you again,” Grandeeny says. She gives him a loving embrace, peeking over his shoulder at Lucy. She pulls away with the same smile. “So, you’re Lucy?”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Lucy replies, sticking her hand out. She’s surprised when Grandeeny hugs her instead. The warmth of the hug is enough for the back of her eyes to start watering again.

Lucy can’t figure out why her eyes are reacting this way. She doesn’t have much time to think due to the sudden movement of someone running through the living room.

“Wendy has gotten so big!” Natsu proclaims. He picks up the toddler, her vibrant blue hair swaying over her face. He helps her push it back with a grin.

“Natsu is big, too!” Wendy points out.

They share a laugh until another body crashes against Natsu’s legs. He looks down to find a boy mischievously giggling.

“Sting, you’re going to shock the whole house!” Natsu teases. He sets Wendy down to wrestle with the boy.

Lucy watches the three play with one another in amusement. A sense of awe develops inside of her at Natsu’s softened personality. He ends up chasing after Sting and Wendy somewhere else in the house, leaving her alone.

She takes that as an opportunity to observe her surroundings. She sees multiple pictures hanging on the walls, all capturing different ages of Natsu. His smile still hasn’t changed, although she wonders if his hair has actually gotten brighter over the years.

“You can take your stuff upstairs,” Grandeeny tells her, inviting her further into the house. “You’ll be staying in the last room on the right. We’ll meet you in the backyard.”

“Thank you,” Lucy says gratefully.

After stepping upstairs, she enters the bedroom to realize that it is Natsu’s room. It’s clear that the room has aged along with him—some spots on the walls have chipped paint, the carpet has several stains, and the closet is filled with moving boxes.

There are a couple of plastic trophies sitting on a shelf, forcing Lucy to stand on her tip-toes to read the awards. She stifles a laugh when she reads that they’re all for eating competitions. She’ll definitely have to ask him about that sometime.

She turns back around to place her backpack down on the bed. She pauses after she realizes that it’s just a full bed. She is moments away from a train wreck of thoughts, but she dismisses her worries for when the time comes.

To distract herself, she wanders to the window and takes in the view of the backyard. She can see Wendy and Sting still happily playing together, which causes her to become misty-eyed again.

It isn’t until that moment once Lucy recognizes the reason for her tears. She is being reminded of a time when she lived like this. Having her own bedroom, looking outside to see a family, being unconditionally loved in her own home—she didn’t realize how much she missed it until now.

Lucy jumps as a hand gently lands on her shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Natsu asks.

“I’m fine!” she assures. She looks at him while rubbing her eye. “I just have something in my eye.”

Natsu looks at her skeptically, obviously not convinced. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“It’s not time yet,” she tells him as softly as she can. She tries to change the subject. “Is your grandpa home?”

“Not yet. Grandeeny told me that Igneel went out to get some ingredients for dinner tonight,” he answers.

Lucy tilts her head. “You call them by their first names?”

Natsu blinks several times before realizing. “Oh, right. I haven’t told you yet. They’re not my actual grandparents. They’re my foster grandparents.”

Lucy doesn’t hide back her puzzled expression. “You’re a foster child?”

“My parents put me up for adoption as soon as I was born, so I never met them,” he explains. “I had foster parents, but their house became too full, so they sent me here when I was 15.”

“Are Sting and Wendy foster children, too?” she asks.

Natsu nods. “After experiencing me, Grandeeny and Igneel wanted to foster their own kids.”

Another wave of awe washes over Lucy. Over this past week, she has been so intrigued at the stories of people Natsu allowed her to meet. Yet here she was, forgetting to consider Natsu and all of the incredible layers he has, too.

“I lost my parents when I was 15,” Lucy blurts out.

Natsu hums, his eyes softening at her. After spending so much time with Lucy, he can finally discern all of the layers everyone has—her included.

“It sounds like we both have stories,” he mentions.

“I guess we do,” she replies quietly.

They stand in front of each other for a few moments. The silence between them is heavy, but Lucy is comforted at how closer she already feels to Natsu.

“Natsu! Lucy! Igneel is here!” Grandeeny’s voice travels up the stairs.

Lucy’s heart leaps into her throat as Natsu reaches over to take her hand. Even though they’ve held hands before, this time feels the most genuine of all. She allows him to lead her out of the room. Once they’re in the kitchen, they find Igneel with his back to them. Natsu gets his attention by clearing his throat.

“Hey, Igneel.”

Igneel turns around, a large grin immediately spreading across his lips. Wrinkles decorate his face, although they sink deeper than Grandeeny’s. Despite not being blood related to Natsu, their smiles are strikingly similar.

“Welcome home, Natsu.” Igneel doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around him and tightly embrace him. “It’s been too long.”

“I was here for Christmas remember?” Natsu remarks.

“When was that again?” Igneel asks, rubbing his head to jog his memory.

“Five months ago,” Grandeeny reminds him.

Igneel shrugs and directs his gaze to Lucy. “So, you’re the one!”

“The one?” Lucy repeats curiously.

Natsu opens his mouth to interject, but Igneel doesn’t give him a chance.

“You’re the first one that Natsu has brought home to us and meet!”

Lucy can’t hold back her wide eyes. She turns to Natsu, but he avoids her gaze with shaded cheeks.

“Well, I’m happy to be here,” she says, realizing how much she means it. “Thank you for welcoming me here.”

“We try,” Igneel sends her another grin. “Natsu, why don’t you help me cook dinner? Grandeeny and Lucy can set up the table outside.”

As Lucy follows Grandeeny outside, she picks up Natsu muttering to Igneel.

“What are we cooking tonight? Lucy doesn’t eat meat.”

Lucy mentally curses at herself for her selfish, fake eating habits. She feels as though the way she acted this past week is slapping her in the face; however, it’s through kindness and love. Is this what it feels to be killed with kindness?

It isn’t long until the table is set and Lucy is sitting with all types of toddlers. She knows Wendy and Sting, but there are two she hasn’t met yet.

“That’s Rogue and that’s Sherria,” Natsu introduces them.

“We are best friends!” Wendy announces proudly, pointing at Sherria.

“That’s great,” Lucy responds with a slight laugh. She directs her attention to Rogue, seeing his averted eyes. “Rogue, who is your best friend?”

“Sting because he’s my brother,” he answers with a hushed voice.

Lucy glances at Natsu to see him nodding. She has officially lost track on how many times she has been amazed at how intricate this family is.

“Dinner is served,” Igneel presents as he places a dish in the center of the table. “Cheesy zucchini casserole made just for you, Lucy!”

“T-Thank you,” Lucy stutters, taken aback at how delicious it looks.

“Don’t get too flattered,” Natsu remarks as he reaches over to take a piece. “Igneel used to be a chef back in the day. He can make anything.”

That doesn’t make her feel any better, but Lucy expresses her gratitude by making sure her plate is nearly licked clean. She almost does because the casserole is that good.

In the midst of eating, Lucy observes Natsu as he speaks to his family. This is a whole new side to him. While she knows about seven days’ worth of his life, he updates Igneel and Grandeeny on the past five months.

She learns about his new work uniform, a new restaurant tried out and loved it, the pain in his shoulder from high school still exists, and now he has a cat to take care of. For some reason, Lucy’s heart swells at how alive Natsu is as he tells these stories.

“Are you still thinking of leaving central Magnolia for a place with more activity?” Grandeeny asks.

Natsu hesitates, which causes Lucy to wonder if there’s more to what he reveals.

“I’m just waiting until I have more options,” he answers.

As the sun sinks further beneath the horizon and the air starts to become chilly, the family takes that as a sign to go inside. Lucy reaches over to stack the plates and carry them inside.

“Natsu and I will handle the dishes,” she assures.

Igneel and Grandeeny don’t argue, showing their ages as they yawn.

“Well, we’re going to put the kids to their rooms and head to bed. What are your plans for tomorrow?” Igneel asks.

Natsu shrugs and casts a look at Lucy. “We don’t really have anything to do.”

“Why don’t you go explore the beach?” Grandeeny suggests. “They’ve done some renovations to the pier.”

“Then, it sounds like we’re doing that,” he replies easily. “Goodnight, you two.”

With a shared shrug, Igneel and Grandeeny take the sleepy toddlers into their rooms upstairs. Lucy has only touched one plate when Natsu takes it from her hands.

“Hey, let me help,” she insists while trying to take it back.

He shakes his head. “Nope, you’re a guest here. Guests aren’t allowed to help.”

Lucy purses her lips, leaning over to take another plate. Natsu blocks her by sticking his hips out and bumping into her. She giggles and pokes his side to make him to jump. Their laughs blend with the sound of dishes clinking against one another.

Clearly not getting the chance to help, Lucy lets out a sigh in defeat.

“You can get ready for bed,” he tells her. “I’ll be up there soon.”

Lucy has no choice but to return upstairs. After finding the bathroom, she decides to wash her face and slip into more comfortable clothes. She can feel a butterfly or two swirling in her tummy; their time here has already felt too good to be true.

However, she stops in her tracks when she enters the bedroom. Natsu is taking a few pillows and blankets to toss them on the floor.

“What are you doing?” she questions.

“I wasn’t sure how you felt sharing a bed with me,” he responds.

“It’s fine,” she guarantees with a wave of her hand. “We can sleep together.”

The words come out suggestive, which causes Lucy’s cheeks to warm up. Before he notices, she helps him put back the blankets and pillows. After that, she looks into her backpack.

“It’s only eight o’clock,” Natsu sighs out. “What are we supposed to do—”

He doesn’t finish his question as his eyes land on the deck of cards that Lucy holds up.

“Since you said you normally win any game you play,” she says while shuffling the deck. “I wanted to see how much you’d win tonight.”

“You’re on,” he challenges her.

Sitting crisscrossed on the bed, they play all types of card games until the middle of the night. Oftentimes, the card stack falls over because of the cushioned surface. It isn’t long until Natsu and Lucy migrate to the floor instead.

There are moments when they accidentally raise their voice or laugh too loud. In response, they quickly press a hand to their mouth and listen for one of the toddler’s cries. When enough time has passed, they resume the game.

It isn’t until Lucy has won her third game in a row when Natsu falls back on the floor and sprawls out his body.

“Unbelievable,” he sighs out. “Not even Gray has beat me this many times.”

“What can I say?” Lucy shrugs with a smug look. She catches a glimpse of the alarm clock and gapes at the time. “Natsu! It’s almost three in the morning.”

“We should probably go to sleep,” he admits with a yawn. “Igneel and Grandeeny have to take the kids to school before they go to work, so we’re on our own tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan.” She stands up to return the deck of cards to her backpack.

They’re silent as Lucy lifts the covers and snuggles beneath them. Natsu waits until she’s comfortable and then leans over to turn off the lamp. As darkness overcomes them, she holds her breath as he joins her under the covers.

Suddenly, the bed feels a lot smaller than when they were sitting on top of it. She can feel his body heat radiating next to her.

“I sometimes get overheated when I sleep,” he admits, his voice disappearing into the darkness. “Sorry if it gets too hot.”

“You’re okay,” she responds softly. She’s not ready for them to go to sleep yet. “Hey, I meant to ask you earlier. When did you get those trophies?”

“My eating competition ones?” he asks.

Lucy nods, forgetting that he can’t see her. The sound of her hair pressing against the pillow is enough for her nod to become audible.

“It’s sort of embarrassing, so don’t make fun of me,” he tells her. “In high school, we used to have eating competitions.”

“You competed in all of them, didn’t you?” she lightly laughs out.

“Every single one of them,” he replies proudly. “I was the top eater in my grade.”

She can’t help but continue to laugh, Natsu promptly joining her. Their laughs sound like lullabies as sleepiness begins to settle. They’re quiet again, which allows their eyes to slowly flutter close. Lucy is hardly awake when she hears his voice.

“Today was really fun with you, Luce.”

“No one has ever called me that before.”

“I just did.”

“I like it.”

“I thought you would.”

Neither of them can fight their eyelids anymore. Natsu wasn’t lying when he said his body overheats, but Lucy finds it oddly comforting. This entire trip so far has been just that—so pleasant that it makes her feel like everything will be okay.

With a warm blanket pulled up to her chin, she allows herself to enter her sweet dreams and imagine what tomorrow will hold.

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Boba | LJN

Genre: fluff

Word count: 2.9k

Jeno... It just didn’t feel right not seeing him in the morning. Not seeing him smile at you when he hand you your drink His cute smile…

(A/N: this had been in my draft’s since last year and I'm finally posting ahaha...ive been so dead on here oml it's scary. maybe I should actually announce when I go on Hiatus but its not like any anon’s ask me what's up....pls talk to me I'm lonely yall.)

Up the small hidden staircase that was hidden between the endless buildings in your city’s Chinatown stood a small family-owned bubble tea restaurant:

“Mrs.Lee’s boba shop”

You went there every morning

Because It was the closest bubble tea shop from where you worked, so it was just convenient.

Every day you went you would get the same thing:

A medium Coffee milk tea with extra boba.

After a while of you going there every morning, the lady that works there, Mrs.Lee, started to recognize you.

She called you “coffee girl” whenever you would come in before she knew your name.

The day she finally found out your name was when you went there with your co-worker one day.

And she overheard him say your name.

*cough* stalker much but I ain’t judging *cough*

It’s a kind gesture so you’re not complaining

Anyways the two people who worked there was Mrs.Lee and her son,

Lee Jeno.

Apart from his mother, Jeno is the one making the drinks in the back.

And not gonna lie,

You kinda got a thing for him.

Like ok, boba is great but getting to see Jeno every day is kinda better.

Him being the one who makes the tea, he’s the one who gives it to the customers at the end where you pick up your order.

“Medium coffee milk tea with extra boba” Jeno would say, knowing fully well that you ordered it.

When you would come and retrieve it, he always gave you a kind moon-crescent shaped smile as you took it from his hand.

Ahhh do you hear that?

It’s the sound of a heart bursting from one-sided love!

Hahaha…

…

It’s just a small crush, you’ll get over it eventually.

So anyway, after you get your boba you go to work and continue your day there.

Usually, you would be put on morning shift so you would be the other opening the restaurant.

Well. Your coworker Yuta would open it while you got boba

let’s just say you were there with him haha...

But one day your managers changed it

You went back home after your shift and got a call from your manager,

“Y/n, could you close the store tomorrow? You’ll start work around noon” your manager had asked and of course, you agreed...you can finally sleep in.

The next day you woke up around noon, a few hours before you had to start work so it’s all worked out

Bc sleep is great

And you finna not functioning off of only coffee

You got to work around 2pm

It felt like you were missing something though. You never closed so it’s all weird. Like it just doesn’t feel right.

You didn’t even get your boba...maybe that’s why it felt so weird.

During your break you sat in the break room just pondering, thinking about The boy who worked at the boba place.

Jeno...

It just didn’t feel right not seeing him in the morning.

Not seeing him smile at you when he hands you your drink

His cute smile…

AHHH

you never actually spoke to him though. It’s not like you have a chance with someone who just serves you drinks.

Just doing his job.

“Y/N YOUR BREAK IS OVER,” your coworker said as he walked into the break room, seeing you staring at the wall mindlessly.

“Goddammit y/n you're freaking me out man,” he said, making you grip your chest to calm down from being startled.

“Stop staring at the wall like that,” he said, walking towards you, leaning on the wall you once stared at.

“Sorry Yuta today just doesn’t feel right” you sighed, standing up from your chair, grabbing the notepad that hung out of Yuta's pocket.

“Well if they continue putting us on closing then you have to get used to it” Yuta pat your head, amused by your current state.

“Oh, by the way, your on table 7” Yuta kindly gave you a smile before he started pushing you out of the break room to serve table 7.

You walked out, heading towards table 7 until you realized who was sitting there.

Mrs.Lee and Jeno?

You thought they worked all day….

“H-hello you two” you got to the table, getting their attention,

“Y/N! Sweetie, we thought something bad happened to you! We didn’t see you come in this morning” Mrs.Lee exclaimed, making you smile.

“Oh sorry...I was put on closing shift today so I just started work a few hours ago” you smiled at the two, making Mrs.Lee turn to her son.

“so she does work here, good job Jeno,” she said, making Jeno awkwardly laugh, looking away from you. “Oh, today is my birthday so we closed early to celebrate it. Jeno suggested this place because he told me you work here-“

“Mom!” Jeno interrupted her. “Um I'm sorry y/n you probably have other tables to serve, we’ll tell you our orders,” Jeno said sternly, making you confused as you slowly pulled out your notepad.

“Um okay...what would you two like to order?” They quickly gave you their orders letting you have time to write it all down and collect their menu’s “okay it’ll be right out” you smiled softly before leaving towards the kitchen, hearing a light slap from the table.

The mother slapped her son for disrupting her

Asian parents...

Tsk tsk

“Hey Yuta, it’s the mother’s birthday at table 7. Wanna sing her happy birthday?” You walked back to your coworker who had just finished his break.

Yuta took a peek at the table and smiled at you.

“That mother specifically asked for you to serve them you know,” Yuta said, reading the orders at the serving station to see where to serve the food at.

“W-what?” You turned to him shocked. “yeah, she was like “does y/n work here?” And “my son would like to see her”” Yuta continued, picking up some plates off the table.

You started to feel a light blush upon your cheeks. H-her son wanted to see you. Lee Jeno. Lee Jeno wanted to see you?

Yuta smiled at you

“I know you like him y/n” Yuta stopped right next to you, whispering in your ear making you almost hit the plates out of his hand. “Fuck off” You snarled, making him laugh before walking out towards the tables.

you brought the food to Jeno’s table a few minutes later.

“thank you y/n,” Mrs.Lee said as you placed her food in front of her.

“enjoy your meal” you smiled, starting to walk away before someone called for you, making you turned back to who called for you.

Which was Jeno

Out of all people

“Hey um, I just wanted to ask if you get out of work any time soon” you heart felt like bursting. You were just squealing to yourself in your head.

“Oh...um I’m closing today so...I don’t get off for a while” you awkwardly smiled, watching as Jeno’s expression slowly disappeared from his cute smile.

“Oh ok um. Thank you” he nervously put, Wanting you to get out of there as quickly as possible by how awkward he made it.

But your face was all red so

It helped you hide your embarrassment.

As you walked away to the back, Mrs.Lee looked up at her son

Who now had his completely red face in his hands

“You like her don’t you?” She asked

“That’s why you picked this place to eat at. Correct,” she asked, making Jeno look up from his hands to stare at her.

“Mom-“Jeno started to say before his mother cut him off,

“That’s probably why you always sit in the bench right outside this place when you go on your lunch break”

“MOM!” Jeno softly exclaimed, looking at you serving the people a few tables away.

“You know I do see you sitting there. I was so confused but it all makes sense now” she started to eat, “well I won’t be mad if she became my daughter in law”

By his mother’s voice, Jeno wanted to cry. He did like you.

Like a lot.

But he’s just a guy who serves you bubble tea every morning

What would you see in him...to his knowledge, you probably don’t even know his name.

“Mom please stop” Jeno pleaded, looking over to you talking to that one coworker that would come to their boba restaurant sometimes.

“Anyways she probably has a boyfriend…”Jeno sadly remarked, staring at you, watching your co-worker cup your face with his hands.

His mother looked back at where he was staring and sighed, “You know, your father felt the same way before asking me out to our first date” she tried to get her son’s hopes up,

“come here after closing hours, bring her favorite boba, ask her if she’s off tomorrow and suggest to go on a date” she said, happily smiling knowing that her son is finally taking time to date a girl she actually likes.

“Ahh Yuta I messed up I MESSED UP!” You shouted to your coworker who was currently getting some ingredients from the walk-in freezer.

you had just sped to the back after awkwardly taking to Jeno.

Yuta turned to you, placing all the ingredients from the freezer on the table next to you, concerned for your well-being.

“What happened?” He panicked, noticing your really read face. He quickly brought his hands to your face, trying his best to cool it down with his cold hands

“Your face is all red. God dammit y/n you’re going to kill yourself with heat stroke” your face was burning. “Come on, it’s too hot in here, let’s step out to the tables, it’s not so hot there” Yuta placed his hand on your back as you two stepped out to the waiting station that looked out to where all the customers were sitting.

Yuta placed his hands on your face again, cupping your face so your cheeks could cool down more by his cold hands.

He turned to where Jeno was sitting, watching as he covered his face with his hands, most likely as red as you, “you get flustered so easily” Yuta laughed, moving one of his hands to pet your head.

“Yuta!” You whined, not in the mood for his jokes as tears threatened to leave your eyes.

“Oh no okay okay let’s not get emotional” Yuta panicked, wiping the one tear that left your eye,

“are you on your period or something. You're so emotional. You’re out here looking like a tomato and I’m not fond of working with a tomato. Especially being best friends with one” you took Yuta's hands off of your cheeks and wiped your tears, laughing at his attempt at making you feel better.

“Yuta! Go serve table 2” your manager had yelled,

“Calm down now. We still have to sing happy birthday for his mother. Don’t get all red than now, I can’t have you look like that in front of him” Yuta joked, running off the retrieve the plates of food for table 2.

What would you do without Yuta? He always finds a way to make you feel better…

“Let’s go sing happy birthday to your boyfriend’s mother” Yuta had pulled you to him after you placed an order to the kitchen. Happily prancing, grabbing a slice of cake for you to hold.

But. What was that he said? Boyfriend?!?!

“W-what!” You coughed as you choked on your own saliva, lightly hitting Yuta in the chest after almost dying from what he said.

“H-He’s...not my boyfriend!” you shouted at the boy,

“I THOUGHT YOU DIDNT WANT ME TO GET FLUSTERED!” You continued shouting at him, progressively getting louder as your face began to turn red.

“Shh. Not by anything else. It’s ok when I joke about it though” he smiled, “it makes it funny”

You softly sighed, chucking to yourself,

“this is what I get for having you as my best friend...” you admitted, accepting the faith that you gave yourself.

You two and a couple of coworkers walked towards table 7 to sing happy birthday to Mrs.Lee.

After placing the cake in the table you stood a little behind Yuta to hide a little because you were placed furthest to the right where Jeno was sitting.

“You’re okay, just don’t get too red” Yuta whispered, smiling at Jeno

who was currently staring Yuta down to his soul

(because he thought you and Yuta are dating remember?)

you guys eventually finished the song, ending with you not so red.

.“I hope you have a wonderful birthday Mrs.Lee” you smiled at her,

“Thank you y/n,” Mrs.Lee said, smiling brightly at you before picking up the receipt. “Thanks, y/n” Jeno spoke, smiling at you with his crescent-shaped smile.

which obviously made you F L U S T E R E D.

“You’re welcome” you smiled warmly towards the both of them before hurrying off to the back.

Jeno stared at you until you disappeared into the back.

He can’t help but smile to see the person he can’t wait to see every day.

It finally hit 11

Which means it was the end of your shift.

the last customer left and you and Yuta were left to clean up and close the restaurant.

You had to finish mopping up the kitchen whilst Yuta sat at one of the tables waiting for you to finish so you both can lock up.

Yuta sat, he was on his phone before he realized there was someone waiting for a few feet outside the restaurant, sitting on the cold bench that sat in front of the building.

Shifting his head, he realized who it was.

The boy who was with his mother today for his birthday.

He was patiently waiting, holding a small plastic bag in his hands.

Yuta smiled, looking back near the kitchen, watching you still have a little more left to go. He quickly got up and silently opened the door, making the younger boy notice him.

“Hey...are you waiting for y/n?” He asked, the boy slowly nodded at his question, making Yuta want to squeal like a teenage girl.

“Come inside!” Yuta motioned for the boy to come inside, noticing he was hesitant, “come inside dude. The doors will lock if I let go” the boy quickly got up and entered the warm building.

MATCHMAKER YUTA’S MISSION IS ALMOST COMPLETE

“I’ll get y/n, wait here”

The boy looked at him, opening his mouth like he wanted to say something.

“H-hey are you and y/n…” the boy began to speak, making the elder stop and look back at him.

“Is me and y/n-?” Yuta began to ask.

“Dating?...”Jeno cut Yuta off, “are you and y/n...dating?” As much as he hated to say it, he just had to ask.

Yuta chuckled, reassuring the younger boy “y/n is my best friend. And to just let you know..”Yuta walked closer to Jeno “you should have seen her all day. You made her so flustered...I thought she was going to die by heatstroke”

Jeno wanted to laugh at Yuta's joke but the feeling of himself getting red by the fact that he made you flustered.

“She really likes you.”Yuta smiled, patting the younger’s shoulder as he noticed his cheeks reddening.

“I’ll go get her now”

Yuta walked to the back, entering the kitchen when you finally finished mopping.

“Hey y/n” Yuta hymned, turning your head to look at him.

“Yes?” you questioned, concerned by the wide smile on the boy’s face. “What’s wrong with you?” You asked, more concerned for your elder as he walked over towards you and grabbed the mop out of your hand.

“I’ll put this away, go out to the tables” Yuta commanded, making you even more confused and very concerned.

“Yu-“ you began to speak before Yuta cut you off, “trust me...go” Yuta basically pushed you out into where the tables were, making you gasp at the sight of the boy who was standing at the table in front of you.

“Hey y/n,” Jeno said nervously, making a smile emerge on your face. “H-hey Jeno…” you calmly said, trying to not blush.

The boy released some anxiety, you actually do know his name. It was like heaven when it slipped out of your mouth.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him, noticing the small plastic bag that was on the table.

“Oh I..I wanted to give this to you,” Jeno reached for the bag and pulled out a closed cup of coffee milk tea, “it felt weird not making it for you this morning…” he admitted, holding it out for you.

you couldn’t help yourself. YOU BLUSHED VERY HARD. TOO HARD.

“T-thank you Jeno” you desperately held yourself back from squealing as you took the cup out of his hand.

“Oh and...I also wanted to ask if you were off tomorrow...maybe we could hang out or something” Jeno asked, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

DUDE HES ASKING YOU OUT

ITS

FUCKING

DREAM

COME

TRUE

Before you could answer Jeno’s offer, a loud “YES SHES OFF. TAKE HER AWAY!” From Yuta emerged from behind you two, making both of you laugh.

You giggled, making Jeno look at you, “Yes I’m off...I’ll love to hang out with you tomorrow” you happily said, staring at his adorable smile that you could never resist.

#nct #nct dream #nct lee jeno #nct reaction #nct imagine #nct jeno imagine #Lee Jeno #lee jeno imagine #jeno imagine #lee jeno scenario #nct jeno scenario #nct scenario #kpop #kpop imagines #nct headcanon #jeno headcannon

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that-was-anticlimactic · 5 years

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Ninjago OC: Enok Tristan Iverson

My new child, Enok Tristan Iverson!! I’m super proud of him and I hope you all like him!

(Side note: I spent a looooong time trying to find a power and I’ve settled on this... I tried finding something not OP or overused, and I don’t think it is, but please let me know if it is or I should change it!!)... also sorry I wrote a lot...

ALSO!! I meant to save as draft and then post this in the morning like at noon but at two a.m. my time but I accidentally pressed post... so I might reblog this in the morning because I made some changes from my doc to here... idk I’m excited and I don’t want people to not see him because I posted it too early haha

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~picture in the process~

Elemental Power: Wood

Wood Generation- can create wood / branches / trunks / roots

Wood Attack: can use / release wood to fight others, like a weapon. Can project wood towards someone, release it with hands…

Wood Pillar Projection- related to above, can project woods pillars from the ground

Manipulation of Properties- can move and lift wood, also can do…

Wood Absorption- can absorb wood that they did not create, encasing themselves in wood for armour of sorts or just to block themselves for being hurt— kind of draining, only used in big emergencies

Assimilation Shield- goes along with above: can create a shield that can absorb anything to protect themselves. Can’t perform with wood they made. Very big action, more of a true potential mode vs. any time he wants because he’s not OP

Matter Surfing- can take wood from the ground (sticks and such… or just create I suppose) and can use it to move with, kind of like moving the ground ish

Weapon: Halberd

Color: a reddish brown color, I think

Ethnicity: Danish!

Appearance:

Sandy / super light brown hair, medium length

Bright blue eyes, long lashes

He has glasses, not big hipster ones but smaller ones, he has small eyes

NOSE AND LIP FRECKLES… also probably has a big nose

Not tall, not short… actually, surprisingly, basically the same height as his boyf, Cole. He is 5’7, but Cole is 5’7 ½ and Tristan is 5/7 ¾ so…

Not super skinny, but not super big either. In the middle weight wise.

Personality:

Goes by his middle name, Tristan, when he moves to Ninjago because it’s just easier to pronounce. Though after awhile, the team kind of goes back and forth. Cole likes calling him by his first name.

Has mild autism and ADHD-- it’s not bad, but it’s there and affects his life

Paces back and forth a lot and repeats words a lot. He also repeats things people say to him to help him comprehend what he heard!

He talks to plants and trees a lot because his power makes him feel connected with nature! Like, it’s a one sided thing because they don’t talk back, but it’s like he can feel them listening and caring and helping / encouraging him.

Tends to be more happy, a very positive person, like Jay on steroids, also super trusting

When he is really mad or regular mad, he doesn’t always know how to react so he throws things a lot. Not important things, just like shoes and stuff because he doesn’t know how to handle anger all the time since he’s not an angry person. He trains about when he’s angry.

Literally obsessed with Hygge-- always has candles

When I say always has candles, I mean always. Literally always. Gets everyone a candle for their birthday / Christmas as a part of their gift— Tristan knows not everyone likes them as much as him so he always get them something else

Also received like a candle from everyone for Christmas and Birthday. Like Tristan loves his Hygge traditions and fully believes in it.

Likes doing dishes for the repetitiveness and finds it relaxing

He feels super aimless in life, struggles to find a purpose in life, really happy when he meets Cole and joins the team

He also always has “old lady” candies on him, like mints and caramels. They make him happy because his mom did that and he misses her, so he does it!

Kind of squeamish, you know? Does not like blood

Also slightly indecisive because he wants to be good and doesn’t want to make bad decisions

This boy be Pansexual

Casual flirt- tucks Cole’s hair behind his ear, making eye contact then quickly breaking it, adjusts collar. Also loves just watching / observing Cole in a not stalkish or creepy way.

History / Backstory:

Lived in Denmark, or Ninjago’s version of Denmark, for the first fifteen years of his life, then moved to Ninjago once he learned he had powers.

His grandfather had the wood powers before him, but skipped a generation and were transferred to Tristan. His grandfather, Einar Schou (name chosen because it means *he who fights alone* and I thought that was cool) moved to Ninjago after his daughter, Katrine Schou, got married (married Mads- pronounced Mes- Iversen) because he was needed in Serpentine Wars because they needed all the help they can get (he was like ‘are you sure you want me? I’m just wood’ and they were like ‘yes! Every elemental power is great and amazing!’) and stuff and his wife had died so he said to heck with it and stayed in Ninjago.

Tristan was sent by his mother to Einar because he could teach him how to harness his powers and such, as he had them before.

How he joined the team:

So, he kind of stumbled upon the team, I suppose. This was during season one. His grandfather sent him to the Monastery to train, unaware that Wu was back in business and training and Tristan explained everything and he was just kind of like, friends with the team. He didn:t really join the team until season four. Before then, he was kind of like Darreth, there is they needed him, happy to help. (Age 16, now)

Once season four hits with the tournament, and he is 17 ½ his grandfather encourages him to go. That’s around… four years after he meets the team. He still isn’t super adjusted to distrust and unhappiness that NInjago harbers, as Denmark is a rather happy place, so he is iffy. No one particularly wants to be friends and such, and that’s what he’s best at. He goes anyways and gets out in the first few rounds because he does not really believe in what they are doing.

He ends up meeting Cole down in the noodle factory, and is shocked that he’s out. When they have some down time, he talks to Cole about what happened, and Cole isn’t too like… why are you talking to me new person ahh because he knows Tristan a little bit. So he opens up a bit about how dumb it all is with the Jay and Nya thing and like absentmindely slips up and is like “yeah I’m gay so I don’t even know why I did that” and then freaks because he just came out for the first time.

He and Cole end up hanging out and he helps Cole escape and stuff and talks to Cole more once he found Zane because Tristan kind of knew him and that’s more than everyone else. They end up still talking after all the Chen stuff is over and Wu sees how well they get along and what he can do and how his personality fits with the team and invite him to join.

Relationships with team:

Cole: boyfriend !!! He loves Cole with his whole entire heart and would do just about anything for him! He realizes he likes Cole in Possession when Kai convinces Cole to try Airjitzu on their way to The Cloud Kingdom. He asks Cole out after Skybound, Cole freaks out and says no at first because ahh he’s not ready and he’s scared and stuff. Tristan is cool with it and is like “I’m so sorry, I never meant to make things awkward...” and nothing ends up being awkward between the two. Cole ends up kissing Tristan (and simultaneously coming out) after the events of Hunted, becsuse Tristan was with Nya and Lloyd. Best friends to Boyfriends trope✌🏼

Lloyd: best friend aside from Cole! He really likes Lloyd. Lloyd can read Tristan super well and definitely just found out he liked Cole by watching. They can easily talk to each other, and Tristan introduces Lloyd to the practice and state of Hygge and helps him cope with the events of Possession. Just really good friends.

Nya: another good friend. They both struggle with direction and purpose in life (Nya has the whole water ninja v. samurai thing) and they bonded over that in Possession, actually. They both appreciate each other’s company and can definitely calm each other down at their worst. Also they are both super supportive of each other always !!

Jay: complicated. Tristan loves Jay— he loves him like the brother he is... so that’s one reason why they butt heads so often. Jay is both one of the most optimistic yet pessimistic people at the same time and tends to freak out at little things a lot and that’s just confuses Tristan so much. Jay confuses him. Tristan grew up somewhere where people viewed thugs differently and Jay is always changing his view points and outlooks. They still love each other like brothers, but they butt heads sometimes! Like, Jay likes candles the most out of the rest of the team and loves going candle shopping like these boys could smell candles for hours!

Zane: there isn’t much to say, good friends, brothers, they go grocery shopping together a lot, they’re just... they’re just good friends! There isn’t much more I feel like I can say to that:/ they just have a normal brotherly teammate relationship!

Kai: Kai’s is a lot like Zane’s relationship with Tristan. Good friends, brothers, care about each other a lot... I suppose other than Lloyd and Nya, Kai is the biggest shipper of Cole and Tristan once he finds out (becsuse the team finds out Tristan likes Cole I’m DotD when they realized Cole was gone). Definitely gives him terrible flirting advice!

Some personality stuff:

Tristan’s biggest personality flaws are that he lacks direction and feels aimless, and he is super indecisive. Asking Cole out was one of the strangest moments of his life because he just didn’t think. But a lot of what gets to him is what he’s meant to do in life. He doesn’t always feel like he’s a part of the team because he came later, he doesn’t always feel like he’s doing what he should be doing… heck, his true potential occured when he like, figured out his purpose. That’s what was holding him back. I’m not sure of the details yet, but it happens after March of the Oni in what would probably be a Tristan season.

His indecisiveness is also a problem, it’s one of his biggest flaws when in battle. He strives to be a good person, he was brought up that way and Denmark is a happy, caring place. So he over analyzes things a lot in hopes of making the right decision.

He also really struggles with his powers sometimes. Like, he loves being the master of wood, but he feels like an off brand version of Bolobo (which he kind of is, in a way… also they’re probably related in some way), and that freaks him out a lot. It takes a lot of training for him to be good at creating wood with his powers, and he felt so useless then. Especially since they don’t always fight in places with a lot of wood, so he has to try extra hard to make sure he can make wood and concentrate a lot. It becomes easier with time, but hey, that’s why he went to train with his grandfather. So he gets better. He knows he’s not as powerful as the other ninja, and after awhile he kind of learns that that’s okay. I mean, he is on a team with the green ninja and the four main elemental powers. And Nya who is insanely talented and amazing.

((also feel free to send asks or stuff about him?? I’m always bored unless I’m at work haha... but idk I’m still trying to figure him out and people usually add send asks at the end of these so like I suppose that’s why ?? I feel weird saying that haha))

#ninjago #ninjago oc #OC: Enok Tristan Iversen #I love him so much guys #im so invested in his life

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everpantherr · 5 years

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Loved and lost. Pt 1.

Now before you cry guys everyone assume that Everett did survive the snap but my honest I hope he turned into dust like not a bad thing I want him to be kept good looking for T'challa so they can be together..and be in more marvel movies but this story he stayed behind :'(

Warnings: none

Mentions mpreg,

Official post to wattpad.

Artist: BIM

The story will go on to the characters pov and parts of narrator.

He remembered it was like yesterday when Shuri and okoye told him the breaking news and that the half of the population were gone..

It was two years since the snap happened and it was really hard for Everett because T'challa didn't survived and Everett fell into deep depression even though he had 3 children that are counting him was hard for him he couldn't decide if stay in wakanda to help Shuri the queen and help wakanda expand or go back to the USA and go back to help people who did survive.

He made a decision.

He decided to leave his baby's in wakanda with Shuri and Ramonda it was safe and the best for them while he does help in the America,he wasn't sure when he able to see them again

But it was for the best

He was getting to leave on his plane but he stop and give kisses to his kids

"Dada" his youngest son martin said as he give kiss on his forehead he teared up

"Martin.. I love you so much" he sniffed as T'chara and T'chaka came hubble over and hugged his arms

He kissed them both and rubbed T'chara cheeks

"Just like your father.. T'chara please take of your brothers while I'm gone ok?" T'chara just giggled as Everett smiled

He pick them both up ( he had lessons )

And brought them to there play rooms as he requested a Dora to watch them over

"Tell Shuri to look after them..."

"But consort-"

"I gotta go help back in the America it's safe for them to be here then the city I should be back in a few months..and also I'm no longer royal, my baby's are but now you have queen Shuri so respect that" Everett said as he grab his bag and headed off to America.

Not even a day that he was already crying and missing his kids but he had to stay strong and help the people.

After 3 months he came to wakanda he was hurting because he thought that his children won't recognize him he was done putting the gone list and the survival papers and send them around the world for the people and help the foods and etc it wasn't easy but he did, got it done

"Daddy!" They both scream and pulling him to the ground

"I missed you guys" Everett tears up as he hugs them both and kissing them

"Yeah know colonizer I should beat you up for leaving me to be the mother of YOUR children" she smiles

"But welcome back"

"Your highness thank you I'm sure I'm staying put this time..." There were sadness in that and Shuri knows it

"We are hurting Everett he was my brother"

"It was hard being out there and it's hard being here too.."

"How about take your boys to the field and get some air" she really didn't want to have more emotion as she has hands full already

"Yeah.. alright"

I grab my blanket and took my kids to a open field to watch them wonder and play

I play with martin as he was only a year old and barley can wonder around

It was peacefully and hearing my kids giggle away playing with there toys

But until I heard a deep voice startled me

"Ahh kitten you are alive"

Everett turns and sees M'baku alive and well

"Heh I could say the same thing to you.. how's your tribe are your people safe?"

"I lost so many especially children and familys"

"I'm sorry.."

"I'm sorry about T'challa... you know he did his best out there he loved you very much Everett just know that."

"Thanks M'baku.. I can't just think about the future how I'm going to tell them what's happened to this world and there papa"

"Don't think about that now kitten there still young you have long ways to tell them that"

"Sorry.. your right I'm just stressed.."

"I complete understand I heard you went back to help in America"

" I did.. it was like being in the air force again, God I'm so lost M'baku" Everett croaked and tears were falling down

"Kitten.. listen you are a strong man who you serves your country you help save wakanda and beinging strong to your boys, your just stressed out and need some rest.. if you want you are more welcome to Jabari and rest there since queen Shuri is busy with wakanda and since your... ahem but aside from that Everett I'm more welcome to open doors for you I know if you head to USA Your kids aren't safe."

"I... i-"

"Don't worry about the cold my tribe has made coats for every children and toddlers for the cold, and I have a hut I barely don't use since I'm busy with my tribe but you are more welcome to use.. just think about it it will take things mind off from the world. I'm not forcing or anything it's somthing to think about"

Everett stay silent has M'baku hold little martin

Everett was thinking about this and M'baku was right he wasn't much needed in wakanda anymore he wasn't sure if he should live here with all the stress that Shuri might put him through and back in the America will be worse so Jabari might just what he needed besides the cold though but it could help him and his kids, drop off the world and start a new life

"You know what.. you're right it might start help with a new life and my kids and besides they might love the snow but how I'm i going to get there with 3 kids? Oh I guess my plane could help.. I still have a job."

M'baku smirks

"Pefect saves me less traveling I'll give you a day to pack if that's fine see you then kitten"

M'baku walks off

"Why does he keep calling me kitten?" Everett mumbles as he packs up his kids and head back to the castle and pack up for the night and put his kids to sleep.

During the night Everett put his kids sleep expect martin he was crying and struggling to sleep

"Ssh... ssh..." rocking him back and forth

The door open and it was M'baku again

"Sorry I walked by and headed your little one crying do you need some help?"

"No.. no.. he's just being stubborn that's *yawn* all.."

"You are tired Everett let me i can help him sleep I promise I won't hurt your baby"

Everett was exhausted and he does trust M'baku since he did offered his home to him

"Ok thanks M'baku" he hands over martin

"Don't mention it just have a seat on the couch I have the rest from here"

Everett sat down on the couch and he eventually fell asleep

By the morning

He was woke up to a blanket around him and seeing martin in his crib sleeping Everett checked the time on his wrist watch and it was still early and have lots of time to pack so that's what he did during all morning

It was around the after noon that Everett packed up in the plane and M'baku came up

"Hey M'baku I can't thank you enough for last night "

"Again don't mention it you almost done?"

"Yes just waiting for my kids to wake up"

After heading to Jabari M'baku showed Everett and his kids to the hut where he was staying and it was cozy warm and roomie

He quickly made a little crib to put martin down and unpack while his toddlers are in playing in the snow already with M'baku he went his room and started un pack when he stumble across his wedding photo of him and T'challa he looked at it one more time until he shoved it down in a drawer to not look at it again as he was starting a new life.

"I'll start the fire for you but then I gotta go back to the tower"

I nodded as he starts the fireplace

"Alright the fire has started there's a market few down a hill for dinner but anyways you should be good to go" M'baku said as he was heading out

"M'baku... thank you"

He just nodded and left

"Well kids its time to a new start life" i smile at them

And Everett did what he did he dropped everything from the world expect his work because he not near to close to retirement even though he's living in Jabari for free but he still serves the America

M'baku helps around me and my kids for months now which i appreciate

But lately I started to feel feelings for him I mean He does bring me wine or beer after our tough days together

But that one night I drank because my son's called M'baku Daddy which I choked my food that dinner night and it through M'baku completely off the table too but laugh so hard

We sit on the he couch as the fire was going and the boys are asleep

M'baku had his arms behind me and I wrapped up in blankets

And I know that the fact he does lik- Love me

Am I started to feel the same thing??

"Are we going to talk about what happened?"

"Everett you are the one letting this happened I mean you let me into your house and let me help around what did you expect"

"N- uh... ahem I guess..." i had no words to that

"Do you want them to call you dad?"

"Do you want them to?"

"I don't know.."

"Look.. M'baku I appreciate what you do for me and my boys but.. after all of this and you being around i.. I started to feel about this-" Everett was interrupted by M'baku putting his hand on his mouth

"I can fix that.." he mumbled and he lean in towards Everett and Everett leaned in and they both connected lips

Everett closed his eyes as this happened he haven't felt a kiss for like Ever to be honest he doesn't even remember when was his last kiss from T'challa but he doesn't want to think about that now

Everett and M'baku stopped And pulled back

"Wow.. heh uhem" Everett was nervous and was turning red

"Haha my god Everett your reacting if it was looking your first time kissing!" He laughs quietly

Everett punches him on the arm

"Shut up its been 2 years M'baku!"

And since that night Everett and M'baku started a relationship but it was slow progress for Everett because he wanted to take things slow since he's new life with his sons were going good

But he still had emotions to T'challa but he had to move on

And eventually there love was strong

And after a few months

On the night of traditional winter blue moon festival

M'baku purpose on the blue night in M'baku palace on the deck were it was beautiful

And Everett said yes

They got married and Everett once again was a royal member

By next year Everett had some shocking news..

He was pregnant with M'baku child.

He had a hard time believing this was this a prank?

But it was true and it wasn't a prank

He can't believe it he was so happy did wanted a big family and he was shocked again by his age but he didn't care and when he told his husband he was filled with joy and happiness and he so happy that his child was going to heir to his Thorne

By M'baku's Jabari health care he told that Everett was going to have twins one boy and one girl

They couldn't be happier

By the time he give birth to his new born son M'baku and Everett named him M'Buka after M'baku great grandfather

After his long rest M'baku had to go wakanda for a meeting and Everett was actually nervous to go back because he moved on from T'challa and married M'baku

But M'baku said that it was going to be fine

But oh boy he was wrong

Queen Romada and shuri, okoye were pissed at Everett and M'baku and growling yelling at Everett for leaving T'challa 'so soon' apparently but Nakia was supportive and understand for Everett

By the year went and Everett was at his office when one the deputy agents came barging in unannounced

"Sir! We have some news! People are reappearing again from the snap!"

"Wait what!?" Everett rushed to the scene and he couldn't believe his eyes

"Get everyone and I mean everyone to work and get around fast! And get the avengers!"

"I gotta get back home!"

Everett landed back in Jabari and rushed to M'baku and his boys

"M'baku!? Honey? Kids???"

"Your highness your husband is helping in the tribe as people are coming back. And your kids are safe in the another room"

"Thank you" He said and ran off to find M'baku.

After the whole incident and things settled down

Everett was getting ready to the market for dinner and he put on his wakadian blanket on and had his vase for water when his son martin and T'chara and T'chaka came running up to him

"Daddy!! Daddy!!"

"What's wrong??"

"Some guy wearing a black suit came up to us claiming that we are his kids and we were scared and trys to claim that he knows you but we ran!" T'chaka cried

I froze as I think who it was..

Can't be..

#blackpanther #everpanther #everett ross #t'challa #everett/t'challa #marvel #M'baku #M'baku/Everett

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foryourlifefic-blog · 5 years

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Chapter 4 (Part 2)

“Passed out in his room I suppose.” Jonsey says “when I arrived he was asleep on the floor.”

“Yes he’s very hungover, as I’m sure the rest of us are.” I add.

“Why the bloody hell are you all up so early!” Jimmy huffs beginning to join us.

“It’s noon Jim” Jonsey says.

Jimmy pulls me up from the sofa so he can sit down and set me on his lap.

I grin at his hastiness and begin to lay my head on his chest.

“Am I the only one who didn’t couple up?” Jonsey says.

“Well you and Kenny.” I point at him but he just continues to groan.

By this point Robert and Adeline were all over each other as well as Matt and Cameron.

“May I have some of your coffee?” Jimmy whispers into my ear.

“Sure” I say grabbing it off the table and giving to him.

He sips it lightly then begins to reach up and kiss around my jaw and neck.

“I think it’s time to go back to the room” he hums in my ear.

I shake my head “you need to eat something first.”

“Not necessarily” he says.

“Well we have to get that strength of yours up.” I tease as I grab him a piece of toast.

He stares at me as he munches some of it then goes on to place the rest of it down on the table beside us.

I get off his lap and grab his hand leading him down the hallway to his room, similar to what the other couples were doing.

...

“What do you mean we have to switch companies again?” Jimmy asked into the phone.

He had received a call from Peter Grant soon after our morning sex, with some unfortunate news.

“There is no where else! No where that will meet our standers! I just don’t understand why he is selling now.”

I was starting to get confused as to what he was talking about so I decided to slip out of bed and put on my clothes from last night.

“No...No...” he says “no we aren’t doing that. That’s out of the question... because it is.”

Jimmy continued to argue on the phone. I took this as an opportunity to rally up my band mates so we could go home and get our shit together.

I gently closed the door and tiptoed outside to see Kenny alone on the sofa.

“Woah” he says “ready for another party already?”

“Haha” I laugh sarcastically “where’s Matt and Jen? We all should get going don’t want to overstay our welcome”

“Well Jen already went back to the apartment.”

“Seriously?” I ask putting a hand on my hip “did you talk to her?”

“Kind of” he says “not about that though, she hasn’t said anything about it so I didn’t either.”

“Pussy” I mutter “okay well where’s Matt? We need to catch a cab or something.”

“Might wanna check his room.” Kenny begins to slur as he already started drinking again.

“Fine” I whisper “which room is he in?”

“Third one on the left.” He points down the hallway.

“Thank you” I say turning on my toes and walking down the hallway.

When I find the room I immediately start banging on the door.

“Matt get your stuff together! We’re leaving!” I continued to bang.

He finally opened the door “okay, okay I’m coming” he says wiping his eyes.

He was in a pair of boxers with his hair all tousled. I saw a naked Cameron in the bed behind him.

“Get your stuff babe!” He says behind him “we are going to the apartment!”

After hearing that I pulled his arm and shut the door behind him.

“She’s coming?” I whisper.

“Is there a problem?” He asks “jealous?” He raises his eyebrow.

“No” I roll my eyes “look, I think she’s really nice and everything, but I thought we all agreed that when we got back we would all focus on the next record!” I say.

“Shhhh” he sushes me “and we are, but I really like her Leila, she won’t get in the way.”

“Well just remember you and Kenny share a room together so you better figure it out.” I say.

“I guarantee by our next album we can buy a place that has four rooms in it.” He says.

“Mhmmm” I say walking away.

I went back to the living area to discover Kenny still by himself reading a magazine.

“Hey” I say knocking on the wall to get his attention “I’m gonna tell Jimmy goodbye, then get all my stuff. You should do the same.” I point at him.

“Okay” He says flipping a page, obviously not paying attention.

I strolled down to Jimmy’s room pulling my skirt down and smoothing my hair to appear more presentable.

When I reached the door I knocked on it three times.

Jimmy opened the door with a towel around his waist.

As soon as he saw me smiled and pulled me in his room instantly giving me a wet kiss.

“Love, I was beginning to wonder where you were.” He said in between kisses.

“I was gathering my band mates, we should get going.” I moan.

He stops kissing me and pulls away “whatever for?”

I take his hand putting it up to my face and begin to kiss his wrists “I don’t wanna over stay my welcome.”

“You could never.” He says “besides we are here the rest of the week, and I wouldn’t mind having someone to come back too in the evening time.” He says

“And you want that someone to be me?” I ask.

“Yes. I admire you love, and I want you here with me for the rest of the trip.” He says stroking my jaw.

“I am flattered Mr. Page, however” I whisper in his ear “I have much more important things to do than warm somebody’s bed.”

“Surely you don’t think that’s all I mean.” He whispers in my ear.

I look up at him and smirk “surely you would like to explain yourself.”

“Well we are here for five more days” he says stroking my hair. “And there’s this dinner tonight... I was kinda hopping you would be my date.” He says running his lips along my jaw.

“Hmm tempting.” I say “what is this dinner for?”

“Oh there’s this business deal that has to be set in, its all quiet boring. Having you there would definitely make it more exciting.” He says.

“Is it just the rest of the band?” I ask.

“Yes” He says “unfortunately the rest of your band mates won’t be able to make it, but they are welcome to the after party at Rodney’s.”

“I’m not complaining I need a break from them anyway.” I giggle to myself.

“What do you say?” He asks.

“Consider me there.” I bite his lip “I really must be going though, but” I say grabbing a pen and writing on the notepad on the night stand “here’s my number, you can call me when the plans are finalized.”

He nods “will do, its a little formal so-“

I interrupt him “I’ve got it covered” I say thinking of a very specific dress in the back of my closet that I’ve been waiting to wear.

He kisses me “I can’t wait love, and like I said I hope you will be accompanying me hear tonight.” He says gesturing to his room.

“We shall see” I say beginning to go to the door.

He chuckles “see you tonight love.” He waves.

“Goodbye Mr. Page.” I smirk

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Hmmm so it looks like Mr. Page has a tempting offer🤔

To those of you who are just now joining the story welcome! I hope you are enjoying it!

Always welcome to comments, questions, and criticisms so feel free to message me! And I will be posting again soon!

#jimmy page fanfic #jimmy page #robert plant #fanfic #led zeppelin

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

Yesterday

What day of the week was it yesterday? It wassss Thursday.

What “number day” was it? February 4th.

What time did you wake up yesterday? I automatically wake up at about 6:30 AM every weekday since I have to start work by 8 sharp. I use the free hour and a half to either get some more sleep, or go ahead and try to properly wake up.

What was the weather like? It’s been chilly these days, so I’m trying to savor it as much as I can before it leaves for good in a few weeks.

What did you eat for breakfast? I had coffee so I can psyche myself up for my one-on-one talk with the CEO of the company I work at - she apparently does that with all the new hires to get to know them which I appreciate, but it also made me nervous as fuck. Other than chugging that coffee down, my mom also made me corned beef with rice.

What did you wear? I wore an olive green top I typically wear outside so that I could look nice for the aforementioned video call.

What did you eat for lunch? I’m not usually able to take a lot of bites when I’m working, so the corned beef meal actually stayed wiith me the whole day.

What did you eat for dinner? We had sisig, mainly. My dad also got a free sample of kare-kare when he was out today for some reason lol, so I had that with my rice.

Did you have any snacks or treats? I don’t think so, no.

Who did you talk to in person yesterday? Just my immediate family as I didn’t get to go outdoors.

Who did you text or call yesterday? I had two work-related video calls yesterday. One of them was with Leah, the CEO; the other one was with a client along with my teammates Ysa and Bea.

Did you work yesterday? If so, what time was your work shift? Yeah, as I do every weekday. My shift is from 9 AM to 6 PM, but I start working at 8 AM. I so wish I got paid for that extra hour, lmao.

Did you have to go to school? I have not had to go to UP in a long time, no. I don’t even call it my school anymore.

Did you have to run any errands? If so, then where? All my errands were work-related, so.

Name something you watched yesterday. Good Mythical Morning posts a new video every weeknight here, so I watched it as soon as it came out. I watched some wrestling stuff as well.

Name something you read yesterday. I don’t think I was able to read anything.

Name a song that you remember listening to yesterday. Hm, I do remember feeling a little down very briefly last night and I got in the mood to listen to 26, by Paramore (because of course).

Did you do anything different/atypical yesterday? Did something out of the ordinary happen? Well the talk with Leah happened, so there’s that. I was really nervous for it, but I’m glad it went well. She seems to have liked me so I hope I stay on her good side.

Did you hang out with anyone yesterday? If so, then who - and what did you do? Just with my family. We did the usual stuff, like having dinner together < Same. I usually hang out in the living room with my family after dinner as well, but in the last few days I’ve taken to spending some time alone on the rooftop because the weather has been nice again. I might keep it up until March, or whenever the weather gets sucky and all humid all over again.

What is something fun that you did yesterday? I ordered from a high school batchmate’s small business. I’ve loved her pastries for years, and when she reopened her shop for 2021 the other day, I saw that she had added croissants to her menu. They looked fucking good, so I didn’t hesitate to order from her and now I can’t wait to get them next week, hahah.

What time did you go to bed? For some reason I was really tired yesterday; I think I was asleep by 9 or 9:30.

Today

What day of the week is it today? Friday THE BEST DAY

What “number day” is it? February 5th.

What time did you wake up? I woke up earlier today because I slept early last night – around 6 AM. I was actually woken up by an earthquake, so that’s my new thing for today lol.

What is the weather like? It’s only 8:30 in the morning so I can’t say for sure, but right now at least I can say it hasn’t been warm or uncomfortable.

What did you eat for breakfast? I haven’t had it yet. But I did smell my dad cooking bacon before he left for work today and that smelled nice. I might pick up a strip or two to munch on.

What did you wear today? I’m still wearing the same stuff. I take showers in the evenings on Fridays so that I feel great in welcoming the weekend, haha.

What did you eat for lunch? I will most likely skip it.

What did you eat for dinner? No clue but I’m looking forward to what my dad has planned.

Did you have any snacks or treats? Nope, but we still have some leftover tteokbokki in the fridge. I might heat it up later in the day if I get in the mood for it.

Who did you talk to in person? So far only my parents, but I know I’ll be talking to Nina as well once she gets up for the day.

Who did you text or call? No one yet. We’ll see if I have to text anyone for work today, but so far there’s been no need to.

Did you work today? If so, what time was your work shift? I will be. My shift will officially start in half an hour, but I’ve gotten up early to start other tasks.

Did you have to go to school? No. If I’m not mistaken, I think UP was also recently closed to the public until the 15th because of recent Covid cases, so that sucks. I was looking forward to visit.

Did you have to run any errands? If so, then where? I’m out of 3-in-1 coffee packs so if my parents don’t buy a bundle today, I might have to go to the nearby convenience store to pick one up myself.

Name something you watched today. I have a Good Mythical More video playing at present to accompany me as background noise. I’m not necessarily watching it, though.

Name something you read today. I needed to read several articles for work a few minutes ago.

Name a song that you remember listening to today. I haven’t turned on my Spotify yet but I’m looking forward to Hayley’s single coming out at noon. AAAAHHHHHHHHH

Did you do anything different/atypical today? Did something out of the ordinary happen? I got up very early for work, lol. I usually wait until 8 AM sharp for me to pull myself out of bed, but I was up and at my workspace by 7:20ish. I feel like this set-up is better for me, so I might try waking up earlier again in the next few days.

Did you hang out with anyone today? If so, then who - and what did you do? No. I do want to go to a coffee shop tonight, though.

What is something fun that you did today? Haven’t done much today considering the time... but idk. I might give Grey’s Anatomy a start tonight? Or maybe revisit The Crown?? Maybe go for a long walk around the neighborhood tonight with Kimi? We’ll see. I’m in the mood to be spontaneous this Friday.

What time will you go to bed? I’d like to sleep by midnight or even beyond it because it’s the weekend, and I wouldn’t want to waste my free time.

Tomorrow

What day of the week will it be tomorrow? It will be Saturday.

What “number day” will it be? Feb 6th.

What time do you have to get up? No time - the best kind of morning. I want to get up early though so I can maximize my day.

What is the weather supposed to be like? The high is supposed to be 31ºC, while the low will be 24ºC.

What do you plan on eating for breakfast? It depends on what either of my parents will cook, but I am guessing some type of omelette and either hotdogs or corned beef. And rice, of course.

What do you plan on wearing? I haven’t planned it out yet. Definitely something comfy though, especially if I decide to only stay in.

What will you eat for lunch? Will be skipping it.

What will you eat for dinner? If my mom cooks it will probably be some type of pasta. My dad mixes his dishes up every time, so if he decides to be the one to make dinner I’m not sure what he has planned.

Will you have any snacks or treats? I’d love to be able to. My parents will sometimes whip something up in the afternoons, like pancakes or wicked Oreos. Should I decide to land in a coffee shop tomorrow or on Sunday, I will most likely pick up a savory pastry.

Who will talk to in person tomorrow? My immediate family for sure. < Same. I haven’t made plans to see friends recently.

Who will you text or call tomorrow? Out of all my friends, I’ll probably message Angela. Otherwise I have the day to myself tomorrow.

Did you have to work tomorrow? If so, what time is your work shift? Not during the weekend, thank fuck. There are some clients who are relentless and will continue to message over the weekend, but I ignore them.

Do you have to go to school? Nope. Couldn’t go to my university even if I wanted to.

Do you have to run any errands? If so, then where do you need to go? Not that I know of yet. < Same.

Name something you plan to watch tomorrow. I think it’s time for a new series, haha. Like I mentioned, probably Grey’s.

Name something you plan to read tomorrow. I’ve got nothing lined up. Maybe my usual Wikipedia binge as always.

Name an music artist that you plan on listening to tomorrow. Probably streaming the shit out of descansos.

Will you do anything different/atypical tomorrow? Is something non-routine supposed to happen? I actually haven’t picked up my embroidery kit since January. I wanna get back on it.

Will you hang out with anyone tomorrow? If so, then who - and what will you do? Just me and my dogs.

What is something fun that you hope to do tomorrow? I want to resume my embroidery templates and I already know how fun I’ll find that :)

What time might you go to bed? Again, just any time that’s extremely late because it’s the weekend.

[ohsh1t2wksl8]

#survey #surveys

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megmckinney · 3 years

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The Dreaded Day Of Travel

It’s hard to prepare for traveling with muchas cosas (many things) as we would be traveling home with. Considering our travel to Mexico and everything that happened, it’s not unusual for either of us to feel a bit uncertain about how traveling home would go. Would we have someone to help carry our stuff? If we don’t, can we still make it work? Will Volaris accept Rowley this time now that his rabbis vaccine would be in their 30 day time frame? Will we be able to get back into the US? How will Summer do on the flight?

The great thing about Sayulita is you don’t have to make appointments anywhere. You want a massage? You walk down to the beach and get it. You want to see the vet to get a health certificate to fly and deworming? You just show up and they do it on the spot. No 30 min check up required and an appointment. Of course I did ask if we should make an appointment but the vet said no to just come in when we were ready. It’s not like they would say no, obviously we had to get home and needed to bring our dog lol So we made sure everything was as Volaris required so we could fly home.

To book our flight online it said we would take off at 12:35 pm. But when you click details, the flight time was actually 6:35 pm. Maybe a glitch in their website? We planned our goodbye brunch at Chocobanana with Kristin, Tyler, Noralina, Felix, and the kiddos, went home to nap/pack, and then headed for the airport. If our flight had been at 12:30, well, then, we would have missed it lol but after booking the res, the email confirmation said 6:30 so I was pretty confident about the evening flight.

We got to the airport 3.5 hours early to be safe. They wouldn’t let us officially check in until 4 so we cruised around the airport. it took SO long to get us checked in because of Rowley. We were the first ones there and by the time we were finally done, the line was incredibly long. They needed to review Rowley’s paperwork, make copies, review them again, have us fill out forms, check the weight. It was never ending. Plus we had to pay for the surfboard, get all of Summer’s gear tagged. It was a process. It took 45 minutes to get us checked in. So it’s finally 4:45pm and we are heading to our gate. Things are fine from here, we board the plane, get to our seats, Summer sleeps on me the entire flight. It was SO sweet but my legs were falling asleep, my left butt cheek was hurting, and I was having a hard time breathing with 21 pounds of weight on me and a baby in my belly. We weighed Summer at the vet after weighing Rowley. It’s good to know how much she weighs now haha.

We land, head to baggage claim/CBX Border Crossing. We find guys with the carts to help us with everything. We go to cross the border through CBX but they won’t take Summer without a birth certificate. My expired passport is no big deal. That works fine he says, especially since it expired in 2020. Matt tried to convince them, the supervisor called the Border Patrol but they said no. So we had to turn around and head the exit of the TJ airport, get a taxi to the border, walk across the border, and hope they don’t give us any trouble getting into the US.

We hop in the taxi to the San Ysidro border crossing. He drops us off and surprisingly there is someone to help us carry our stuff. We are shocked and stoked. We get to the mexico crossing and they just need to see that we have ID, they don’t need to check it BUT we lose our guy to help carry our stuff to walk across the final part. I’m excited because I knew with the wagon and the zip ties we brought that we could do it and I had been looking forward to consolidating everything without extra help. Matt was embarrassed. He kept describing us as Beverly Hill Billy but I don’t get embarrassed easily. I was completely stimulated. I had never walked across the border. It was all new and exciting for me-- until we got into San Ysidro and that was SCARY. More on that later.

So we get into the US Border, we get in line, it was a nice mexican/american lady. I think that was helpful. Women LOVE Summer. Even this woman, who questioned how an 18 month old didn’t have a. birth certificate, couldn’t help but comment on how beautiful Summer is with her red hair. She questioned us a little bit but not for long and then let us go. So the only difficult part was not being allowed to cross through CBX.

We get out of the building and need to get a ride home. It’s super sketchy in this area. Tons of drug addicts walking by, dark, scary. We sign up for an Uber XL, he’s 13 minutes away. The cop makes us move down the street so we aren’t on trolley property, Summer is crying because she’s thirsty. Matt runs to jack & the box to get water and leaves us alone on the street. That was the scariest part. I was just getting ready to duck incase gun shots went off. lol read to kick if someone came up with a knife. I was on high alert.

Our Toyota Highlander finally arrives. He said he didn’t think our stuff would fit. And to be honest, it didn’t. We left the stroller in the trash. It was the old, dirty, used Bob that I got on offer up that we all hate. It was nice to have in Mexico but I never want to use it again lol Once in the car the driver told us that if we didn’t have a baby and if I wasn’t pregnant, he wouldn’t have taken us!!! We were the fifth passengers in his brand new car that he did not want scratched up with our surf board, suitcases, dog crate, wagon, etc.

Our house in La Mesa is booked on airbnb until Feb 2 but our other property in Mission Hills is open for a few nights, Of our three properties, the mission hills home is the only one that I actually own. And I’ve never stayed in it, so it’s been fun to stay here, use the hot tub, enjoy the space! When we bought it, it was a flip, and we bought all of the staging furniture, as well, so it’s a really beautiful and modern home. The decor, the pillows, everything is so chic.

We put Summer down at midnight america time which is 2:00am mexico time. She slept until 4:45 american time so 6:45 mexico time. Not bad. We went to lazy acres for breakfast, got some groceries, Matt took Summer on a walk to balboa park. No stroller so back in the wagon for her. She went down at 9:40 am. I have been blogging, chatting with my dad, unpacking suitcases. It’s been a nice morning.

This afternoon we are signing our loan docs for the refinancing and hopefully heading to la mesa to get our car and stroller! woohoo! I hope Summer sleeps until noon!!! It’s 11 am now. Fingers crossed!!! She needs to catch up so we can get back to a normal sleep schedule!

Well, that’s the end of our travels. I still need to finish the previous blog post but THANK YOU to everyone who came along on this journey with us!!!!

I probably wont be blogging much until October when we plan to move to PALM BEACH FLORIDA for a few years while Matt starts a new pool business, invests in airbnb properties. We’ll see!! More to come from our new nomadic lifestyle!

Love you all! XO

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theopenbookwigtown · 6 years

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We made it!

Hello From the Open Book!! Colin and Arminta from Goderich, Ontario, Canada are book sellers for a few days. YAY!!!

Our Open Book story starts just over 2 years ago when Colin and I decided to change our life. We moved from the city and bought a shop (not a book shop) and home in the country - with a flat for rent on AirBnb. Soon after, a friend posted on Colin's Facebook wall about the Open Book and that wouldn't that be fun to do with our shop!! HAHA (Not really as there are a lot more moving parts to our store. See Point Farms Market and Mini Golf).

That was June 2, 2016. On June 6th Colin had booked our 5 days (in 2018) and surprised me as a graduation gift! (I had that year been attending college to get an Early Childhood Education certification). Then, he bought Jessica's book and we started to really learn what this wee town was all about!! For 2 years my excitement has been building and finally we are here!!

Wigtown has already proved to be a lovely town that you can fall right into and feel at home!!

After some delayed flights, we landed in Glasgow Tuesday around noon and made our way to Wigtown. The A77 route from Ayr to Stranraer is just spectacular.

Tuesday evening Kate met us outside as we waited for George to arrive. After settling in we went down the street to Craft and had a drink and chips, while listening to the Acoustic Club that gathers on Tuesday evenings! Finally back the flat were we collapsed from travellers exhaustation!

Wednesday morning saw us sleeping in! Till 10! So we opened at 11 and decided that we would stick with that opening time for the remainder of the week. We hope tomorrow to get up early and go for a drive in the morning!

/Arminta

#OpenBook #theopenbookwigtown

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