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harrysmimi · 2 years

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Periwinkle, Chp 1

Spaghetti And Talk

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Harry was all dressed up to go to his girlfriend's graduation party, a white button down shirt tucked into pair of black dress pants, his classis boots. He fixed his hair passing by the mirror just one last time.

His phone dinged which lied face down on the mattress of his double bed, leaving the blazer he picked up his phone to see a text from his girlfriend asking if he have left already. He typed in his quick response, dropping the phone back on his bed picked up his blazer. Slipped his wallet into the back pocket of his pants and headed out.

As soon as he headed out she saw his neighbour fiddling with her door balance a load of things in her hands as she tried to lock the door. Her phone trapped between her ear and her shoulder, a similar graduation gown hung over her arm as she tried to lock her door managing a heap of bags and being scolded at by someone over the call.

"Hey you need any help there?" He asked.

"Oh, thank you, I am fine," she smiled and finally locked the door, catching her phone in her hand she smiled at Harry.

"Busy day at Salon?" He asked, noticing about at least eight paper bags in her hands.

"Oh yes," she nodded, "summer is approaching so it's going to be very crowded."

"I see, have an appointment at your Salon next week," he smiled back.

"Oh see you there then," she seemed to be in hurry

"Yup," he nodded, "you look to be in hurry isn't it almost closing time?"

"I've got to go help with setting up things for tomorrow," she shrugged chuckling, "anyway Sandy will kill me if I am late she was already kind of mad at me on the call as she's got a date tonight, I better get going! You have an amazing night!"

"I will, thank you!" He chuckled seeing her in hurry down the stairs instead of taking the lift, he pressed the button to call up the lift as he wasn't in hurry. The mop of dyed red hair disappeared right in front of him.

The lady who lived in the flat next door was her Grandmother and the girl came to see her almost everyday, it was frequent until the lady passed away. Harry made pretty good friends with the girl over the time though. YN was the name of the girl who rushed in hurry past him, she was the crazy one who dyed her hair a new colour every other month. She said she was going to take care of her Grandmother's hair Salon in London after which made sense of her constantly experimenting with her hair, she also worked there to help her mum. She is very sweet and humble though she come from a rich family, her grandma who owned a very well known Salon in the country.

Harry liked her, in fact the tiny attraction he's had towards her. Perhaps an itty-bitty crush, but he is very well aware of the fact that he in fact have a girlfriend. What he also knew was YN was borderline in love with him but have kept it to herself as she is just too scared to confess, and also that she never crossed his boundaries. YN doesn't know he have a girlfriend who he have been dating for a year, she isn't the type to ruin someone's perfect relationship.

Harry decided to go take a cab to his girlfriend's school in as she had told him that. His cab driver made him late, his girlfriend texting him and spamming his messages with upset texts asking him to hurry like he can just fly the car as if he is Harry Potter and not Harry Styles. But at last he made it to the place.

They both have been in an argument about him not being able to make time for her because of work. He lived alone, he's got rent and bills to pay and of course put food to his own plate as he no longer lived with his mother unlike her. He was definitely pissed and not at a right place but he was ready to put it to aside just for the night, maybe make upto her during his summer break take her home to see his mum but not before sorting out things with her.

"Oh hey Harry," he was greeted by his girlfriend's best friend Ira (Eye-Rah), she was there with her boyfriend.

"Hey how are you?" Harry greeted her with a side hug, "where is Blake?"

"She's in waiting for you, I'll take you to her. Dance is already started," the girl rambled as she walked in to the where the party was going on.

Harry and his girlfriend didn't go to the same college, they met during his last year of college at the pizza place he worked at when he moved to London for college a year ago. She was bold enough to ask him out on a date. Harry was hesitant of, but it worked out and now they've been together for just a month over a year. He has never been so in love with someone before.

He was a little nervous to go the graduation party, in a college he didn't go to. He followed Ira to the gym side of their school where the dance was going on. His heart did a little flutter hearing Blake's favourite song playing, he is sure she had harrassed her DJ friend to play it.

"She was just here," Ira said helping Harry look for his girlfriend.

Harry looked around, until he found the brunette he was looking for. It was like someone just air sealed his lungs and guts in a torturously tight plastic bag.

Blake was dancing with another guy. Well he wouldn't mind she have guy friends. Harry wouldn't feel this hurt if he wasn't touching her. A split second felt like whole ten minutes as he watched that guy's hand run up and down her back and settle dangerously close to her butt. He turned around as Blake turned around to face her back to the guy, he can not see her grinding on him. She was drunk her ass off there already. He noticed Ira was already gone.

Was there a point in going there and confront Blake about it? Probably, and he almost did when he found her kissing that guy.

That was it!

He left the place and decided to walk home though it would take him and hour and his legs would probably fall off from intense cardio. He can probably get over that.

Just as he was on his way he saw YN's car parked right in front of a a different building just about twenty minutes away from his own. She was taking out groceries from the back seat, a pair of beats over her head as she danced and sang along to some Michael Jackson song. For a moment Harry decided to walk past her and let her do her thing, but he really felt like he needed someone to talk to or else he'll be a crying mess back home, all alone.

"Hey YN," he called, causing her to startle and drop the paper bag of her groceries. A loaf of bread wrapped in a plastic bag, a few Tomatoes and onions, a small pack of spaghetti and everything else spilt out.

"Oh no my eggs!" She exclaimed crouching and taking off her flannel shirt she had on as a jacket, to pick up the stuff and gather everything in the shirt and use it as a makeshift bag. "Well not my eggs, my chicken egg!"

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Harry chanted as he immediately got to helping her.

"It's okay, it's okay!" She assured him, "don't step on the tomatoes..."

It was too late he accidentally stepped on two of her tomatoes.

"God!" She sighed sitting down on the pavement not bothering anymore to collect her veggies.

"Hey, I'm so, so, so sorry! I really didn't mean to scare you like that, I'll, I'll pay you back don't worry about that." He assured her.

"No, no, it's okay, you don't have to," she shook her head, "they're all messed up anyway," the only thing that was left intact was one Tomato, luckily all her onions and the bread loaf in it's plastic bag.

"You've still got one Tomato left," Harry picked it up. He couldn't help but smile at her defeated pout.

"Yeah that's not enough to make spaghetti, I was craving some spaghetti. I finally found like the easiest way to make it on YouTube, but..." She sighed, "anyway, you alright? You look a bit upset if I'm not assuming."

"I guess I'm not okay really, I was just headed home when I saw you wanted to say Hi," he looked a little embarrassed, the flush on his face making him look like a tomato. The irony have to be; chefs kiss!

Pun intended!

"You want to go on a ride? We can get spaghetti!" YN offered.

"I don't want to bother, I already bothered you enough." He helped her pick up the trash and clean up the pavement the best they both could by picking up the somewhat destroyed yet intact tomatoes and throw them in the bin a little down the street.

"Come on, I'm offering," she waved off his excuse.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Yeah and you can rant about whatever to me, I don't mind I'm all here for the tea," she said with the cheeky smile, wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

"You're amazing," Harry giggled getting into her car with her.

"So what happened?" She asked, "you looked very happy when we met earlier."

"Oh, when you were at your grandma's flat?" He asked.

"Yeah," she nodded, "I was there to take care of a few things before it goes up for rent."

"You're putting it up for rent?"

"Yep! My grandma actually wanted to move with me to the pent house of hers I live in but that never happened so the tenant was her client; just so you know, I don't want you think I'm going to profit off of my dead grandma's property." She explained.

"I would never judge you," he assured her. Though he can kinda tell that she has been asked about it a lot, or at least that's what's he thinks is the reason behind her explaination.

"So what happened to you my friend that you look like a day old wrinkly carrot?" She asked, he couldn't help but chuckle at the choice of her words.

"Is it really okay if I just rant?" He was very surprised that someone wanted to hear him talk.

"Sure why not!" She shrugged keeping her eyes on the road as she drove, "I mean only if you want to though, if you don't want to or you feel uncomfortable. I can rant about my day if you want instead."

He knows that she talks alot and she is a very interesting person to be around, Harry had figured a long time ago.

"I, I actually have a question if you don't mind, it is kind of personal you can not answer it. I'm just... A little curious." He looked down at his fiddling thumbs in his lap.

"Shoot!" She agreed.

"Have you ever been through a break up?" He asked. "I'm sorry if it's too personal."

"Oh it's totally fine. I went through my first breakup when I was fifteen I guess, I have been dating this guy from my class for about a year. It was very bad, I was a being a little dramatic bitch that I am. But it was horrible!" She shared, punctuating her rant with her giggles.

"Why did you break up with him?"

"Oh he was moving to LA with his mother after she got divorced. The worse part was like my little fifteen year old ass thought we going to get married, move to Bahamas and like have a cricket team together." She laughed at her old self, "and even worse patt about was that, that little fucker didn't even tried to tell me that he moved to LA I found out from his drunk dad."

"Oh that's bad," Harry said. Be didn't wanted to smile, she was sharing a miserable story but he couldn't help it by the way she went on with her story telling.

"Yeah, and the second time my girlfriend slept with my best friend in my own house, it happened like four months ago. It was two shots with one arrow, lost my best friend and kicked that bitch out of my life!" She shared another story.

"Oh now that's horrible," he frowned. Now he didn't understood how she moved on so fast or how she feels so comfortable with sharing her experience so casually.

"Yeah, I know," she nodded, "but you can talk to me whatever you want to I'm here to listen to. That's all I do at work."

"Yeah? People rant to you about anything at the hair salon?" He chuckled.

"Hell yeah, that's like my favourite part of the job," she exclaimed, "I have heard the worse, the worse, stories in only two years of my training and hair school."

"That sounds fun though," he exclaimed.

"It is fun!" She nodded in agreement. "And what happened to you?"

"Caught my girlfriend cheating," he blurt out.

Now YN felt like her heart dropped to her abdominal cavity real hard. He have a girlfriend? Well, he caught her cheating on him. But does that really do anything to make things better? She liked him since the she have met him. But he is going through the worse part of it, she sighed and pushed what she was felt in that moment in the very back burner.

"I'm sorry," YN said. She had stopped at a red light so she could turn to look at him.

"Yeah, we have been dating for a year now, I really did not expected to see that. It just really made upset I guess," he nodded, "light's green."

"Oh," she started driving again, "I mean it is very understandable why you're upset. Can I ask you if you talked to her or not?"

"About this?" He scoffed, "no, I am so fucking mad right now I just don't know how to process it. I've never been cheated on before nor I have been through a break up."

"I can say I understand, really, I've been through similar situation. But you'll find a way to understand your feelings." She assured him, "I'm sorry I'm not very good at giving relationship advices. But I can tell you that you need to get a closure from her or that's really going to fuck you up bad. And I mean it."

"It's fine, I'll talk to her when I figure out how to process how I'm feeling right now." He nodded, "before I wanted to cry but I don't know what happened now."

"Yeah, but remember; always put yourself first no matter what, that's what my Nani used to say to me you know," YN said, "at the end the day there are only going be handful of people who really care about you. And it's okay, but you need to put yourself first and do what feels right for you."

"That's a very good advice," Harry nodded, "that's what my mum says to me sometimes. Just that I've never been through a break up."

"It's a rollercoaster ride, isn't it?" She said and he just nodded.

YN had parked in front of a nice looking restaurant which he reckons have spaghetti at this time. They'd both gotten a table and she ordered herself a spaghetti, Harry went for the same as he couldn't think of anything right off his head to order. It was very quick, their food was served within minutes. Mainly because there were hardly ten people in the diner.

"Enjoy!" The man who served their food patted YN's head and left. Harry was confused.

"Oh that's my uncle by the way, he owns this restaurant." She explained, Harry nodded understanding what just happened.

"If you don't mind me asking how are you doing after you know..." Harry stopped his question halfway not wanting to push her boundaries. She seemed bery close to her grandma and he didn't wanted to upset her.

"I'm doing good, thank you." She said, "it just feels very empty and erie without her now. But for most of the part I feel fine."

"I'm sorry, but you can talk to me if you want anything okay?" He offered.

"Looks like we've become besties now, haven't we?" She winked.

"You can say that," he shrugged simply.

"So bestie, tell me about your girlfriend," she prompted.

"I dunno, I wanted to take her home to meet my mum this summer." He shared.

"Wait, you've been dating for a year and you haven't yet taken her to see you mum?" YN looked rather surprised that he expected.

"Yeah, I mean she dodged my suggestion for Christmas when we've been dating for about six months. My mum came to see me in London so it wouldn't be weird for her parents to send her with me all the way to Manchester." Harry explained, "she said she was going to Paris with her family but she never went. And this time around we've been arguing a lot so I really couldn't talk about it."

"Do you think she was serious about seeing your mum?" She asked.

"Yeah, she took me to meet her parents who were rather rude might I add." He explained taking a sip from his Coke.

"Hmm," she sighed as if she is analysing some data in her head, "you missed a red flag there my friend."

"Really?"

"Hell yeah, she didn't wanted to meet your parents." She nodded, "I mean I'm still going to tell you to talk to her 'cause I'm as stupid as you are. And I really suck at giving relationship advice."

"Did you just called me stupid?" He gasped dramatically, YN was quick to pick up on his teasing and just shrugged simply.

"I called myself stupid too," she added.

"That's understandable," he agreed. She gasped, crumpled up a tissue and threw it at him making him fall into fit of laughs.

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Well, Harry thought he was going to cry tonight but he didn't. Not exactly as he expected, like sobbing and throwing a fit. He did cried, it felt nice to get out what he was feeling.

It wasn't until a week later on Sunday he had a knock on his door. His was sister visiting him for a week, as he was expecting her back from meeting her friends so they can go out for dinner but he opened the door to find Blake there.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I, I, uhhh... I wanted to talk."

"What is it?" He asked.

"I, I, uhhh... I am really sorry," Blake sighed, "for, for..."

"For?" He wanted her to say it.

"Basically cheating on you, I, I didn't mean to. I was, I was drunk and I... I don't know, I am really sorry," she stuttered.

"Basically? Yeah, I saw you making out with the guy you told me not to fucking worry about," he started, "now I'm sorry we're done here Blake."

"Are you, are you breaking up with me? No!" Her tone was defensive.

"Yes, I don't want this to go any further, okay?" He was trying to be as calm as he could be, "I can't trust you anymore."

"Don't do this Harry, please?" She looked at him, tears glazing her pretty big blue eyes.

"Just leave Blake, please," he sighed.

"Okay, okay, but can we please talk again?" She asked.

"I don't know, just leave for now," it felt very hard for him to push her away like that. It would sound a tad bit dramatic but it felt like someone was ripping out his heart from his chest. He is just putting himself first here, that's what his sister told him as well.

"We have not broken up Harry," was the last thing he heard from her before he shut the door.

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"Harry I need you sit still," YN scolded him as she tried to give him a proper hair cut.

Yeah, like he said he's got an appointment at her Salon he showed up.

"Dude come on," she whined, watching him dodge her. "Where K keep the clippers now?"

"No, no, no, I'm sorry I'll sit still," he stopped not wanting her to shave his head off.

They both had to stop their playing around like little kids hearing Sandh clearing her throat, "Keep it professional here, will you now?" That was directed to YN to which she nodded.

"Is she always like this?" Harry asked.

"Shush!" YN scolded him.

After his hair cut was done and he's followed her to the cash counter to pay. Sandy was stood there with her suspicious eyes lurking over them both. Sandy's been like YN's second guardian and the woman is very protective of her.

"Hey do you wanna go somewhere?" He asked, in whispered tone.

"I can't, I just started my shift." She whispered back.

"What the fuc— you own this place!" He whispered exclaimed.

"I can't, I can't, I—"

"I will wait, ten minutes. Parking lot behind the mall." He took his card back and annouced as he walked out of the store.

"What was he doing here?" One of the new girl at the Salon asked.

"He's our client, Ira now go do your work before Sandy fires you," YN groaned and walked away to go find the Manager.

"I know, I heard it all," Sandy interrupted YN even before she could say anything, "do you want to go?"

"Please?" She gave her sad puppy dog eyes.

"Okay fine go," Sandy rolled her eyes.

"I love you," YN cooed and hugged Sandy giving her a kiss on the cheek. "You look very fucking scrumptious in that dress, I'd steal you but your husband might kill me for that!" YN blee her one last kiss before she ran to the back room to get out of her apron.

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"How did you get away from your Karen boss?" He asked.

"Aye, don't talk about her like that huh! I'ma break you face if you do so," she warned him. "Where do you wanna go?"

"I don't know," he shrugged.

"Dude," she sighed, "I'm going back to work!"

"Oh come on, I really don't know where to go!" He whined, "and I'm bored. I've got no friends!"

"You've got friends. In every corner of London I bet," she pointed out, "wanna go to the arcade?"

"That sounds fun!" He already unlocked his car.

"'cause it is fun!" She rolled her eyes jokingly.

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"Harry stop stealing my balls!" YN pushed him away as they both raced on the basketball game seeing who can make more points. He was stealing balls from her side, but she was way ahead of her game.

"I won, I WON!" She celebrated, "someone was saying he's a pro in basketball!"

"Yeah, yeah what ever!" He rolled his eyes, "you can't beat in this though," he challenged her to the arm wrestling.

"Okay, you can go first," she accepted the challenge.

Harry got through four rounds, on fifth he lost. It was intense when YN was on her fifth around and it was head on competition between her and the robot wrestler.

"It's okay YN, you can give up," he tried to distract her.

"Shut. Up!" She groaned and actually won the round. "Did I told you I grew up in a very fucked boarding school? Better luck next time lad!" She patted his shoulder and collect her reward tickets she was going to spend on to buy the Pikachu stuffed toy at the gift store.

It was a fun day at arcade!

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lesless · 6 months

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The Calm Before the Storm (as always)

There is a stillness to life at the moment that I know will not last, but I am using this time to ready & prepare. My partner is on a work trip this week visiting 2 states, I have a few things to polish at work & not many commitments. We leave for an atypical holiday trip next Tuesday, I am excited! In advance of this I laid out toiletries & other items to check them over before the trip & became frustrated with my ancient plastic travel containers & toiletries bag that barely zipped closed over the bulbous minis.

I went to Target at 9 PM & grabbed square silicone containers & a toiletries bag. I was delighted that the cheapest one ($12) ended up being my favorite & the only isle open at that time was the self-checkout which I firmly believe means you pay what you think is appropriate for the items you are buying. Anyway, I would normally feel it silly to spend $ on replacing something like travel containers but I also went to the beauty store earlier in the day & impulse purchased some leave-in conditioner & lotions in addition to my staples & honestly this trip we are taking was not in my budget so I have decided if I'm going over, I'm going over & will just be comfortable owing some on my credit card until next year. Between travel & holidays I refuse to interrupt my good time worrying about money, I will worry about money in January. So I got myself a few treats & replaced the travel containers & feel very smugly pleased about the whole thing. Also, quite unexpectedly, a ring I dropped off to sell a while ago just sold so perhaps the $ will all balance out?

I also cleaned the house yesterday, picked up some pears & a variety of heirloom apples & tomatoes, croissants(!!!!), made some delicious pasta, washed the sheets, & of course worked. Today I am working from home so I think I will try to go on another jog with Max, & be miserable, but feel accomplished, & take a shower. I will do my nails & try to work on my writing or photo project, probably talk to my cousin who is planning to fly up to CO to drive back to TX with me for Christmas! I may need to go back to the grocer as I only purchased fruit, bread, & pasta ingredients enough for dinner & 1 lunch, which I will need to take into the office tomorrow. Overall, a doable series of tasks & a nice bit of solitude before a week with family.

#me

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kirihotto · 1 year

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Fireplace Festa {Jimin X Reader 18+}

Christmas. A special time that comes around once a year, filled with magic stories and warmth.

I Knew the rest of the members pretty well as soon as I started dating Jimin. For the christmas season The seven guys would host a party for themselves as old tradition. But when Jimin and the band mates got big they hosted larger parties in the holiday spirit. Hundreds of idol groups and musicians were invited, sure they wouldn’t all come but it was still a lot of people. Which is exactly why I wanted him to relax before this big party tomorrow. But due to said party, this last week he has been out of the house nearly everyday. planning. It has been three years since we have been a couple. Every waking moment has been like a dream. Well. other than when we were busy constantly. But even still I couldn't believe that I was dating an idol. One of the most popular idols in one of the most popular boy bands in the world. A bad ass on stage to a sweet playful boyfriend at home. Adorably deadly.

The Eve was nearing, which is why I was in a panic. Gift shopping. I had gotten every other member something. Namjoon tickets to an art gallery, Tae an ornament resembling Tanny, Hoseok a new mini bag , JK a new bucket hat by his favorite designer, Jin a set of lama PJ’s, then Jimin.. Nothing. Well. His main gift, yes. But we had a tradition of a Christmas Eve gift. Which I had not gotten. All I had wanted from Jimin was to spend this night with him. As silly as it sounds, I missed him this past week. Cuddling by the fire, watching Christmas movies, his kisses, his touch- That spiraled. Seeing all these couples together in the mall, made me feel all the more alone. Nonetheless, The hunt progressed. Thoughts of Jimin begging suppressed in my mind. Attempting to find something for him, nothing was to his taste. Well- nothing I had already gotten. I knew the stores were all closing earlier due to Christmas eve. Much to my dismay the mall announcement came through.

“All stores will be closing in less than ten minutes. Thank you!”

I was empty handed. Feeling defeated, I made my way out of the mall sulking. Until my last hope. My eyes lit up as an Idea came to mind. Running into the store as quickly as I could without anyone noticing. Sure it was Uncomfortably close to closing but I’d just hoped this would work.

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Getting home I ran the shopping bag upstairs and hid it in the spare room closet. Just before the door to the house swung open. A cold breeze is sure to follow. Making my way to greet who I easily assumed to be Jimin. A slight pink dusted my cheeks. Jimin all the same, but he was from the cold. Dusting off the slight snow that dusted his sandy hair. Patting down his thick plaid sweater, a white button up easily seen and black jeans he shivered, letting the warmth soak in. His warm welcoming eyes greeted me without a word. A smile quickly spread across his plump lips. Setting down an obvious bag he opened his arms to me.

“I’m home!” He chuckled out. Flying into his inviting hug, snuggling into his chest slightly. We both embraced each other at the door smiling. Jimin’s arms reached across my back. His classic rose and spice collagen hit my nose.That’s what I had wanted all day. His touch. Him. everything was perfect.Until Jimin let out a stressed sigh.“Sorry I’ve been so busy.”

“It’s ok!” I replied pulling back from the hug, my hand on his lean shoulders. My gaze focused up on him. His head hung low, gaze on me. “I understand you're busy. I knew that you would be. You guys host that insane party every year. If you ever needed help you could have asked. Anyway, It doesn't matter now. Your home and it's christmas eve! Let's relax before the big day hm?”

“Alright. Alright. Let's get set up.” Jimin reassured me, picking up the bag he had dropped moments ago. Waddling off into the kitchen. I trailed not too far behind. Curious at what he meant.

“Get ready?”

“To decorate cookies! Hoseok gave us some extra to decorate. I thought it would be fun when he made the suggestion.” He opened the bag as I peaked in. seeing a nice stack of homemade gingerbread men and trees. As well as a decent array of icing colors. He trailed off into the kitchen setting the bag on the table. Jimin’s gaze focused back on me. “I’ll set these up and you go play some christmas tunes?”

This was my chance.

“Y-yeah! You go ahead, I'll be right back!” Before Jimin could question anyhing I ran up the stairs my face again flushed. Not knowing how I could pull this off. Going into the spare room where I had tossed the bag earlier I prepared the gift quickly. Being sure to stay quiet enough so he wouldn't get suspicious of me being so late to get this gift. Jimin had set out most of the supplies when I greeted him in the otherwise empty kitchen. Cookies filled the table along side the sprinkles and colorful bag of icing. Flicking on some background Christmas themed music. I slid across the hardwood floor with my fuzzy socks. My hands now resting on the table next to Jimin.

“They look edible enough.” Jimin chuckled to himself. I elbowed him after his comment. Though I knew he was only teasing. Figures.

“Well. if it were Namjoon making them, they may not be. They look great!” replying to his previous sas. My eyes scanned the table as my body leaned over the table slightly.

“Let's start then! The night won't wait for us.” He kissed me on the cheek with a little giggle, before grabbing an icing bag and chair. I did an awkward pause after. The thought of him liking his gift taking over my thoughts. Sweet chatter about the Christmas party planning chaos. Of course it was chaos. It was BTS after all. Smiling, warming and lighting up the house. Brighter than any Christmas tree ever could. Our evening was near. After decorating all of the cookies that remained from the large batch we made hot cocoa. Stacking cookies and warm mugs on a tray. Taking the two treats to the welcoming couch, with cozy blankets.Snuggled close together leaning on Jimin's shoulder as we snacked away. His head rested on mine, his sandy hair almost in my view.. The thing I had dreamed about all day. Our warmth compared nothing to the winds outside. We sat in comfortable silence as Jimin hummed peacefully. The only music I needed to hear. The fireplace crackled in front of us. Making the most wonderful sound.

The silence was broken by more welcomed chatter. The traditional christmas movie playing softly behind the conversation. It had been awhile since we had talked like this. Sure we lived together but it was get home and go to bed for the past while. But this lovely night was getting closer to an end. It was around ten o'clock. I didn't mention the gifts that were supposed to be exchanged soon. Hoping he'd forget. Since I had always been the one to bring it up due to excitement. But my hopes were shot down.

“I can't wait anymore.” Jimin stated as he untangled me from him. Making his way toward the tree he came back with a purple box about the size of his hand. A pretty bow was tied in the middle nearly the same color as the thin box. Sitting next to me. “Merry christmas eve. I hope you like it as much as I do.”

“Oh my goodness.” Opening the box carefully there were two silver bracelets. One engraved with Jimin and the other had my name. The ends were decorated with small designs I couldn't define as anything in particular. Upon further inspection the inside part was engraved too. With an ‘With you’ in slight cursive. Looking over to Jimin who had his hand behind his head, his eyes flickering to the fireplace then floor. Not meeting my gaze. I could feel happy tears fill my eyes.

“I-i made them after a vlog shoot. Do you like them?- wait. Why are you crying? Are they that bad?” Jimin’s focus now is on me, his warm hand on my shoulder. Leaning toward my face. He inched closer to me, our thighs now touching.

“I'm not crying! I love them of course Jimin! You made them!?” ok. I did tear up a bit but I didn't cry. The writing was so detailed and effort was clearly visible. He sighed in relief and let go of me. Lifting up my hand closest to him, he slipped with one with his name on my wrist. While the other went on him, baring my name. His soft lips curled into a smile as he looked down at the bracelets. This was WAY better than what I ended up getting him. Now it was my turn to give him his gift. “O-on another note. I have a gift for you too..”

Clearly he was confused. His doe eyes searched around me for any sign of a gift. Those doe eyes would soon change I'd hope. His eyebrows contorted. That's because his gift was on me.. As much as I hated this, it was all I had. Having put the effort in to even put it on. I took my hand from his. My face is red, lifting the bottom of my knit sweater slightly. His eyes instantly followed, seeing the shock visible in Jimin's eyes. Red lace.

“I-its me-!” Before I could even finish that embarrassing sentence he pounced. His hands on either side of my head, my hands above my head. His once innocent doe eyes changed into lust in a mear second. Sandy hair falling out of place dangling over me. He leaned down to my ear, pressing his body against me slightly.

“May I?~” Jimin whispered sensually but sweetly, in a lower voice than he usually spoke. Making my stomach turn. Nodding sheepishly at him. My head turned to look into the blazing fire, warm as our bodies were becoming. Jimin lifted up my shirt to reveal my stomach and lower waist. Red lace decorated my form. Snaking his head down my body as he left soft kisses until reaching the bare skin. My body flinched at the feeling. His warm lips on my now cold bare skin. His eyes looked up to me longingly from my waist. Averting my gaze again realizing I had been staring. He let out a little chuckle. The vibrations felt easily across my stomach.

“Ah~” I jumped slightly at the new feeling. My hands flew down to his silky hair like a reflex. He had licked an uneven stripe leading up to my chest. Covered by the crinkled up clothes and lace under yet to be revealed. At first he left open mouth kisses along my lower waist and stomach around the lace. Moans flooded out of my lips without my consent. Nonetheless Jimin certainly didn't seem to mind. As my voice grew louder and heavier breaths, his kisses turned into budding hickeys. He tugged at the hem of my shirt as his head was now above me again.

“This isn't-too much is it?” He stuttered, his face growing pinker by each word. Again adorably deadly.

“N-no.. enjoy your gift a-as you’d like..” I can't believe I just said that. Jimins gaze told the same expression. My hands trailed down from sandy hair to his shoulders. lips again on mine. My back arched, attempting to feel his warmth again. Jimin had yet another gift for me I suppose. Our breaths fanned across the small space between us. Until He pulled back. My heart filled with anxiety and butterflies. Jimin sat on my lap tearing off the sweater and shirt he was wearing over his head. My boyfriend's abs stared back at me tauntingly. The familiar scent of roses and spice graced my nose. His hands wandered back to me not a moment after. Finally, painfully slowly. Removing my sweater, While the red Bra matching the set I had bought, was ‘unwrapped.’ A few butterfly kisses traced my neck as Jimin leaned into my neck, sandy hair tickling my face. His hands lightly traced my figure between our bodies.

“Fuck You're so sweet.” Jimin whispered in my ear slightly. “Behave for me?”

“Mm hm.” I nodded slightly, but fast enough to get to where I had planned with this silly scheme. He chuckled teasingly before kissing his way down my form again. My hands making their way to the sandy blonde hair. Feeling myself longing for more of his touch from every one he gave. Getting back to where he had started my lower stomach. My voice was louder and the small noises from Jimin were clear enough. He was losing his patience. With that he stopped his kisses. As I protested. “Huh?”

“Hang on baby. I’m not going anywhere. I haven't even used my gift yet.” Jimin again chuckled. My protests were shot down by my flustered face. We wouldn't be here if it weren't for my stupid idea anyway. He pulled one of my legs over his shoulder, face leaning into my thigh. Soon leaving kisses. “This is a gift I'd never refuse.”

#bts jimin fanfic #bts jimin #jimin x reader #park jimin #bts x reader #bts fic #bts fanfic

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trashbag-baby666 · 6 months

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The Year Babe Made The Dead Turkey, Fly-Baberoe/OC

It’s a holiday special 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻 a Joe Toye Day special!!!

Summary: Babe, Gene, and Graham get stuck hosting Thanksgiving last minute.

WC: 1,160

C/W: None

BofB Masterlist!

Well the Thanksgiving plans got changed last minute and now Babe, Gene, and Graham found them in the mess.

The mess of shopping for Thanksgiving dinner the day before Thanksgiving.

"Shit," Babe said a bit louder than he intended.

"Hm?" Gene turned looking at the tall red head pushing the cart.

"I forgot the list at home..." Babe bit his lip and looked at the two men as they both turned looking at him, "I put it in the pocket of the jacket I ended up not wearing.",

"Look it's gonna be fine, I'm the only one with food allergies so it can't be that hard?" Graham looked between the two.

"Yeah, we have to make sure it's kosher for Lieb," Gene sighed chewing on his lip. The three of them looked an absolute disaster in the Walmart aisle.

It was 5:30 pm and Gene had just gotten home from work when they saw the text that Daisy had went into labor.

So, her and Billy wouldn't be hosting Thanksgiving, then Graham offered to.

"Okay, let's just go aisle to aisle...just get the basics and everyone else can just bring what they were supposed to." Graham sighed looking around. Most of the stuff was picked over so it would for sure be an interesting turn of events.

Gene made a small sound and nodded. "Let's get shopping, I want to go home and sit on the couch."

"You're so real for that Gene." Graham sighed and turned his wheelchair leading the way down the aisle.

"Okay I know for sure we have to get a turkey and stuff for green bean casserole." Babe said as he caught up with them with the cart.

"Okay, let's get a few cans of green beans." Graham stopped infront of the canned vegetables and grabbed two cans putting them in the cart.

"And they're out of kosher crème of mushroom soup." Gene sighed, "I'll just make it and let Lieb know."

"I don't think he really likes it anyways." Babe shrugged, Lieb came from a house that cooked. Cooked a lot and had his Bubbe cooking for him growing up. so he was very particular about cooking and always mentioning how his Bubbe could've made it better.

"Gene I still haven't figured out how we're going to make all this." Graham sighed as everyone tried to keep up with Gene. He was hauling ass over to where the picked over turkeys were.

"Why?" Gene questioned seemingly to forget he was married to two men who could barely make Mac and cheese without burning water. Don't ask him how they managed to burn water but they did.

"Well for one we only have one oven." Babe smiled sheepishly.

“We will figure it out.” Gene sighed, before grabbing a turkey without a second glance and walking back over to the next aisle.

It was even worse madness when they got home, trying to make a few dishes before tomorrow.

Graham was pealing potatoes for mashing and Babe was figuring out how to make green bean casserole.

Gene was mumbling to himself in French as he seasoned the turkey so it could marinate overnight.

“How are those potato’s coming along?” Gene looked back at the two of them.

“My hands are getting a little crampy. I don’t know if I’ll be able to be much help for the rest of the night.” Graham sighed setting the peeler and the potato back on the counter.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry if it seemed like I’m pushing you guys.” Gene washed his hands and came over to the two on the other side of the kitchen.

“No, it’s okay,” Graham sighed looking at Gene. The pale boys eyebrows furrowed a soft pout on his lips.

“It’s okay, I think we’re all just a little stressed out.” Babe sighed taking Genes hand and then took Grahams giving them both a small squeeze.

“Babe is helping so he can wear that apron he made himself.” Graham smirked poking fun at Babes hot pink house wife apron with little hearts on the neck and straps.

“Yeah because you want me to role play in it later.” Babe snickered looking at the two, “Let’s just finish the potato’s and the casserole. Then we can drink some wine and unwind.”

“Sounds good to me.” Gene nodded agreeing, “I’ll get up a bit earlier tomorrow and I’ll finish cooking.”

Once they had the potato’s and green bean casserole in the crockpots. They made a spot in the fridge for the marinating turkey.

“I’ll grab it,” Babe rushed over to the island the turkeys pan was sitting on.

“You sure? It’s a little heavy?” Gene asked, he watched as Babe confidentially picked the turkey up. The rest happened in slow motion. Babe took two steps and slipped on nothing. The turkey went flying out of the pan and smacked the floor.

Babe gasped as he hit the floor, “I’m so sorry Gene.” He grabbed the turkey putting it back in the pan.

Graham looked at Gene who was holding back laughter and they both let it erupt.

Babe looked at the two, “You’re not mad?”

“No I’m not mad at you, Edward. Are you okay? Did you catch yourself? Let me see your wrists.” Gene got on his knees by Babe.

“I’m fine, promise.” Babe smiled meeting Genes big blue eyes.

“Good, I think we should call it a day and tell everyone else we will order a pizza, or people can bring their own food.” Gene sighed as he picked up the turkey setting it on the counter.

“I agree.” Babe nodded and grabbed the sponge out of the sink to wipe up the floor.

“Second that.” Graham hummed, “Wait guys Billy is FaceTiming me!”

“Do you think she had the baby?” Babe perked up thinking about his best friend.

“Hey guys!” Billy smiled his voice a whisper tilting his phone to the baby in his arms, “This is Ms. Ruby May.”

Babe felt his cheeks heat up and he smiled seeing his niece along with the others. “Oh she’s so cute! How’s Daisy doing?”

“She’s sleeping right now but she’s really sore.” Billy hummed looking back down at his beautiful daughter.

“Well tell her to give me a call when she feels up to it.” Babe smiled.

“I will,” Billy smiled as Ruby let out a small cry, “I’ll give you guys a call later. Love you guys.”

“Bye,” the three said waving.

“She is so adorable.” Babe cooed excitedly, Babe had been more excited than anyone else. When he learned that Daisy was pregnant. He’d get to have his first niece and he was so excited.

“She has the Speirs nose.” Graham giggled.

“She does.” Gene nodded, it was true Daisy always complained about her nose looked just like her dad’s and so did George’s.

“I love you guys,” Babe threw his arms around Graham and Gene hugging them tight.

#Babe cannot cook to save his life #it’s a holiday special #happy joe toye day #band of brothers #modern au #babe heffron #eugene roe #baberoe #Graham dunne (OC)#Billy Dunne (OC)#Daisy Speirs (OC)#disabled oc

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whats-wild-to-you · 10 months

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need some angst in my life

girlfriend is upset at him and wants to leave bc he never tells her anything

like does not share his feelings or when he’s tired etc

“bc what’s the point of being in a rs if you cant even trust me “

tears and angst where he begs and tells her he’ll change

thank you 🥲

oh shit 🥺 vulnerable Jay clinging on to his lover _______________________________________________________

This was it! The last straw. Your breaking point.

For months you had been lenient with Jay, trying to put yourself in his shoes. But it seemed that the more you let him be, the more closed off and secretive he became around you.

To the point were you began to thinking if you were at all together anymore.

"Are we still together?" You asked one day over breakfast.

Thanks to his manager, you knew his schedule for the week. He would fly to China tomorrow to shoot for a show but he didn't think it was necessary to inform you in advance.

You watched him furrow his eyebrows in confusion before he answered calmly. "What do you mean? Of course we're together!"

"Really? Doesn't feel like that to me! I never know were you are, or what you're doing!"

One thing you had told yourself when Jay and you started dating, was that you'd never be one of those clingy girlfriends who demanded updates on their boyfriend's whereabouts every hour. Still, it would've been nice if Jay shared his schedule with you.

"Work is work, babe. I don't want to bore you with details!"

"Huh! Do I bore you with details when I tell you about my work day then?"

"No, I-"

"It's not like you're a thug or something! What's the problem? You don't want me to know what you're up to? I see a lot of it on the tv, the internet and in magazines anyway."

"Right? So why would I talk to you about stuff that you already know?"

"I'd like to know in advance! Is that too much to ask? That you open up to me and share stuff with me? You've been on autopilot ever since the year began and if it wasn't for your manager, I wouldn't even know when you leave the country!"

Jay was visibly struggling to come up with an answer that would ease your mind, but failed.

"Is there someone else?"

"OMG, no!"

"You don't sound very convincing."

After clearing the table and loading the dishwasher, you watched Jay getting ready for a busy day ahead.

Having made up your mind, you called after him when his hand reached out to grab the door handle.

"If you decide to change your attitude and start including me in your life I will come back to you. Until then I'll be sleeping at my parents' house."

Jay wanted to argue, you knew he did. But then he checked the time and realized he was already late.

A low chuckle escaped your throat when you too began packing your stuff into a suitcase.

Three weeks later you still hadn't heard from Jay. It didn't surprise you. Thanks to twitter, instagram and updates from his manager, you knew he was very busy. But still, it hurt. You felt neglected. Even amidst all the chaos shouldn't he find a few seconds to text you? Let you know he's alive and well?

You deliberately hadn't told your parents why you were suddenly sleeping back in your old room and hoped they wouldn't start asking uncomfortable questions.

But after three weeks, you started feeling uneasy.

Why weren't they asking uncomfortable questions?

It was Saturday night and you returned home from a girls' night out with your friends when you spotted Jay's car in the driveway.

Sprinting to the door, you pushed it open, barging in the living room.

"What are you doing here?" YOU barked at Jay.

"Honey, don't be mad!" Mother answered instead and grabbed your father's hands, allowing Jay and yourself to talk in private.

"I've been coming here every night for the past three weeks, talking to eomeonim and abeonim."

"So you're avoiding me?"

"No. I just don't want to lose you! Baby, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. I need you in my life. I-"

"You had me. But you didn't appreciate me. You were keeping me in the dark."

"Sit. Please."

You sighed, looking at his pained expression, then sitting down opposite from him. This was it. The moment of truth. His once chance to redeem himself. After tonight, you would either go back to being a couple or you would end up becoming strangers. For you, there was no in between.

"When we first began dating, your parents didn't like the fact I was a celebrity. They didn't want their daughter to suffer unnecessarily. I promised them I'd keep you out of that part of my life. That is not me anyway. You don't want to know this guy. I didn't want you to fall in love with him either. I wanted you to see me for who I really was." He concluded his monologue and even from where you were seated you could see the unshed tears filling his eyes.

"I see. But you could've talked to me!"

"I didn't want to lose you! I didn't want you to fight with your parents over this, they only want what's best for you. When I first came here they told me they had already talked to you, that you knew about their conditions and that they had chanced their mind about me since then. Why didn't you tell me? You keeping things to yourself too. If I had known, I would've talked to you sooner!"

"I do keep things to myself." You said ruefully.

"From now on I won't be keeping any secrets from you, and inform you about everything. Instead, if you feel left out, you have to tell me immediately, okay?"

You nodded, allowing your facial muscles to relax. "Okay."

Raising to your feet, you walked over to Jay, kneeling in front of him. With the sleeve of your sweatshirt you wiped away his tears, while he promised again and again to change and become a better boyfriend.

#jay park #more soju please #park jaybum #park jaebum #park jaebeom #ask request #anon request

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mondscheinprinzessin · 2 years

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Ehehe joonas to olli

I just got another idea. For explanation read this prompt. But it also works as a cute standalone.

"Thanks for helping me." Olli said and reached for another apple hanging from a branch above him.

The basket half full of small yellow and red apples was placed on the highest step of the ladder he was standing on. A short distance away with the same set up Joonas was doing the same as him.

Although Olli had seen Joonas eating already two of the ripe fruits instead of putting them in the basket he was a big help, most of all for his grandparents as they were getting too old for that job, and for Olli who wouldn't be so bored while he was defending himself and the basket from wasps.

"No problem. I mean spending time with you is always nice. If we chill on the couch or do this. But please do me a favour and don't fall from the ladder. Olli!" Joonas called out when Olli was stretching his whole body to reach an apple too far away, balancing on the tip of his foot.

Seeing as he wouldn’t be able to get it from his position Olli let up before he was really ending this day with a broken leg.

“Maybe we should take a break.” Joonas said and picked a last apple. “My basket is full anyways. You think your grandma will bake us a cake for tomorrow?”

“I would be surprised if she hasn’t planned it. We will go back home with two cakes, and five mason jars of apple sauce, and probably another basket with apples. We can supply the whole crew.” Olli grinned and descended the ladder, putting the basket in the grass next to it.

Joonas took him by the hand and pulled him away from the fruit trees they had yet to harvest. “Let’s lay down a bit?” He proposed and pointed to a shady place at the edge of the lawn where the rose bushes began and gooseberries.

Bugs and bees and other insects were flying around the flowers creating a nice background buzz to relax to and the sun wasn’t beating down too hard, the grass under his back cold from the shadow it had been in over the day.

Letting his head fall backwards Olli peered at the sky, looking out for funny shaped clouds but the sky didn’t offer many clouds to begin with and he quickly grew bored of his activity, closing his eyes for a bit to shield them from the bright sun.

Next to him he could hear Joonas ripping out grass and other flowers, being reminded of how he had played in his grandparent’s garden when he was small, running around the trees and “stealing” the fruits when his grandma wasn’t watching.

He let him be for now, they could cuddle in the guest bed they had at his parent’s house later in the evening when dinner was eaten and the city as silent as it could get. As nice as it all was Olli couldn’t wait to be back in Helsinki though, back to their own flat, to their own bed, to a pillow that smelled of Joonas and a couch where they could talk about everything or nothing.

Olli loved it to visit his hometown and see his family but foremost he loved Joonas and every minute they spend together and if he thought back to their finished tour where they had shared months together, seeing each other every day, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He wanted that for life, see Joonas every day of his already happy life and he could swear he would be even happier. Imagining that Joonas would spend all the years they had together with him, made him so happy that he was grinning at the blue sky that almost had the same colour as Joonas’ eyes, and he would never get tired of pointing it out. Of how beautiful they were and how the sky he had seen since they were kids and met in the court of their school was reflected in them to always remind him of this fateful day.

He will probably tell the story to him on their wedding day too and every day Joonas needed him to tell it to get that sparkle back in them.

“What are you smiling for, sunny boy?” Joonas asked close to his ear and Olli startled, his eyes opening to see Joonas leaning over him.

For a short moment Olli was captivated by the lips being right there but then he only smiled and kissed Joonas’ nose. “Just because. It’s a nice day. I’m happy.”

“Yeah?”

Sitting back up Olli nodded in response and saw that ripped out grass had found its way in a pile on his stomach. “Joonas...why is there grass on me?” He asked with no annoyance to be found, only slight amusement.

“Maybe there will be flowers growing on you.”

“I like flowers, but I don’t think I want to wear them like this.” Olli said and brushed the grass off.

“And how about like this?” Joonas reached behind his back and held a flower crown in his hand.

It was mainly out of clover but some more flowers had also found their way in, specks of blue and yellow next to the white and pink dotted flowerheads of clover.

It was pretty but Olli knew that Joonas had a talent for anything artsy and his flower crowns were no exceptions. “For me?” He asked and Joonas nodded. Olli already wanted to take it but then Joonas moved it out of his way.

“You’re only getting it under one condition.” He said and Olli waited for him to explain. “You have to answer a question for me.”

That wasn’t hard, Olli thought and agreed, suddenly noticing that Joonas seemed rather nervous, so unlike than just a few minutes before.

“You told me you don’t want to get married in Vegas but have a real wedding.” Joonas started and Olli was confused why he was picking up that topic now. “I would love to give you that if you let me. I want to spend my life with you and see you laughing as often as possible and have you on stage with me as often as we can make it happen, I want to see you when I wake up in the morning and when we go to bed, when we’re with friends and when we’re alone, I want to do everything with you, I want to see you in every way you exist even when you’re crying because I always want to be there for you.”

Olli listened to his speech and was too stunned to reply anything, taking in everything Joonas had said about him, about them, feeling a warmth that didn’t came from the sun on this summer’s day.

“So, what I want to ask you, Olli will you accept this flower crown and marry me, please?”

The question left Olli wide-eyed and with an open mouth. He- today- what was happening?

He hadn’t expected for Joonas to ask him so soon or rather not in a non-joking way as all the talks about a wedding before had been filled with maybe and what if and nothing as serious as this.

But of course it was what Olli wanted!

“Yes, Joonas, of course, yes! And yes again!” He gave his answer accompanied with a bright smile and pulled Joonas into a quick hug before he took his face into his hands and kissed him square on the mouth with the intensity he was feeling right now.

Joonas looked relieved when Olli pulled back and mirrored his wide smile, holding out the flower crown for him to take. “It’s no ring, I know. If you want one, you will get one.” He said as Olli carefully placed the crown on his head, but he shook his head at Joonas’ suggestion.

“I think we will need all the money for the beer at our reception or the boys won’t turn up.”

“That’s fine. Then I have you all for myself.” Joonas said softly and kissed Olli in a way that had him melting. “And you said no cloverleaf would help me.” He continued and Olli looked at him confused.

“Back in the tourbus when you painted on me?” Joonas reminded him and Olli had the scene clearly in his mind again. “The crown is full of them, all the luck I needed was right here.”

“I would have said yes even if you had proposed with a leaf from the apple tree.” Olli said because it was true. It didn’t matter if Joonas gave him anything as long as his love was right there.

#answered #I don't know what happened help #I had had feelings at once and now I wrote something romantic #but damn are they cute #here have it #itsfandomsgalore

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hobiiiiiworld · 2 years

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A piece of us | KSJ - Chapter 3

Synopsis: Seokjin is now on tour, and you correspond through emails. Seems like Seokjin isn´t quite sure of what being a dad entails.

Pairing: Reader x Kim Seokjin

Genres: Marriage | Fighting | Pregnancy

Word Count: 2,8K

Note: All the timestamps are based on Seokjin´s time, who´s in Europe.

Read on Ao3

[email protected]

Late night thoughts

To: [email protected]

10.04. 22. 02:14

Hello.

This is awkward. I thought of writing you a letter. Like an actual letter with inc and paper, but it would take days to get to you. That wouldn’t work; my would feelings expire before they reached you. If I tell you one thought today, I will most likely not be thinking the exact same thing tomorrow. Should probably talk to someone about that, right…? It’s almost as if I can hear you telling me to relax and just be alive, the way you always did our first years, do you remember? I miss that.

Things over here are busy and I'm just being shuffled here and there and put on different stages… In between performances, interviews and meetings I keep thinking about you and I.

Right now, it would be really comforting to have you here, _____… And I know it’s not my place to tell you this after the things I did to you, but know there will always exist time and space for you here.

Hey Google, is there a way to travel back in time? haha

PS: Yoongi is still texting me daily, asking how you are - please forgive him for whatever you think he did and text him back.

P.P.S: Why am I writing this in an email? Don’t ask me, I don’t really know. It makes more sense to put it all down and email it you, rather than not talking to you at all.

Alright… Bye?

Your Jinia

[email protected]

For the time being

To: [email protected]

15.04. 22. 02:14

Hi, again,

I’m back to emailing you. Understandably enough, you don’t pick up my calls and don’t reply to my messages, so I figured I’ll keep on writing these awkward emails to get everything off my chest and hopefully reach you.

The thing is, I understand why you’re not answering. I would probably burn the house down if you did to me what I did to you… But please, tell me how the baby is. I acted a fool and said things to hurt you. Things that weren’t true. Things I don't mean. Things I wish I could take back. So please, tell me how the (read: our) baby is. I hope everything fine and you’re just mad at me for messing it all up. I can be understanding and I will be patient - for now I’m just holding on and waiting for your reply. Hopefully soon.

The tour is moving along. They are speaking of a break in two months and I’m flying home, which is the last thing my company wants right now. They want another album of me by the end of next year, which means back to writing and recording. Greed can kill a man, they say. They never specify which man.

Still missing you.

PS: I keep getting messages from Yoongi, who, in my opinion, needs to chill. Hoever, he didn’t do anything bad. Not to you, anyway… He was more loyal to you than he was to me, so you should probably thank him, not ignore him.

Anyway, enough of my whining.

I love you,

Jinia

[email protected]

Talk to me

To: [email protected]

17.04. 22. 04:02

Baby, talk to me. I beg of you. What do I need to do? Fly home?

I’m getting impatient and I wonder if anything is wrong. Hourly I have to remind myself that I’m your husband - the father of your child, even - and they, whoever they are, would call me if anything were to happen.

It’s nights like this when I wish you would pick up that damned phone and let me talk to you. I have a lot to apologize for, if you would only let me.

Pick up.

Pick up pick up pick up pick uuupp.

I will leave this hotel room right now and I will fucking fly home, you hear me? I will. Just wait and see.

Answer me,

Jinia

[email protected]

Re: Talk to me

To: [email protected]

17.04. 22. 04.10

Seokjin,

Stop this. I will talk to you when I’m ready. Go take care of yourself - starting with some water and sleep.

I do miss you,

_____

[email protected]

Re: Talk to me

To: [email protected]

17.04. 22. 18:50

My lovely wife,

I am sorry for all the fuss. Of course we will take this at your speed. Whatever you need.

Tell me if there is anything I can do.

With all the love I have in me,

Your Jinia

[email protected]

My thoughts

To: [email protected]

01. 05. 22. 17:49

Jin,

I keep thinking about what went down… You actually wanted a divorce less than two months ago. It was so easy for you to just sign the papers, consequentially leaving me. We can’t come back from that. At least I can´t. For me, we were till death. We were a sure thing. Even when we fought I would never imagine a life without you. You left. And now you’re sending all these emails with no actually content, trying to make it right. It doesn’t make sense.

Also, I am not about to bring a baby into this world and have the first thing I teach him or her be that anything can be forgiven. What kind of example would that set for our baby? That your partner can do anything as long as they come back with an apology and excuse? No. That's not something I want to teach my kid.

That's not something I want to for myself either.

What I am trying to say is, right now, all I can give you is a coparent relationship. It might change, but right now I'm not capable of giving you anything else… I hope you can respect that.

Talk soon,

_____

[email protected]

Re: My thoughts

To: [email protected]

03. 05. 22. 23:45

My wife,

As much as I'm sorry, I also understand. Up till now I have only given you excuses and demanded you forgive me. That's not fair on you. I'll try to explain my thoughts the best I can in this email, so bear with me. Don't take this as an excuse, but as an explanation as to why I did what I did. It might help you understand.

Back when we were trying to get pregnant there was a rumor that you were still on the pill and that you didn't want to bear my kids. Of course I didn't believe them at the time, but then it never happened for the two of us like we wanted. And those voices started to get really loud. Time passed, still nothing, and I'm ashamed to say I started believing that you thought I wasn't good enough to be a father, that you didn't love me enough to actually want a family with me, or, the worst one, that you wanted my money and were planning to divorce me.

Instead of going around thinking and obsessing over those voices, I tried to live my life. I didn't realize how much I was pushing you away from me at the time - in hindsight I can see everything so clearly, every little interaction and how it drove you away. Anything is better than laying down and surrendering to the hurt I was feeling, I guess.

Anyway, when we started to have a really difficult time there is nothing I can say about how I acted. I didn't know how to handle the fights and the long silent days we had, and I started to spend more time away, spent less time thinking about your feelings and even less time thinking about my own. It was a game of getting to tomorrow.

And tomorrow came - you started to reach out to me again. I could tell you were clearly still mad. At that time I think I would prefer it if you would still act mad and ignore me. It was worse knowing you were pretend towards me. Of course you were only trying to make it right and make us talk again.

You became pregnant, and I was mad, scared and confused. I voiced my worries the only way I felt I could - by masking them behind anger. I told you: we tried to get pregnant for 6 months: nothing, yet there we were, thaving it happen after one night. That didn't make sense back then. Something in the equation had to have been changed - and my stupid mind screamed it had to have been me… I am so unbelievably sorry to have insinuated anything like that. It had nothing to do with you. Of course it didn't. I'm working my way through this so I can be the best man for our baby. It's a slow prosess, but I hope I will get there in the end.

And even though I am wiring this awfully long and sad email I don't want you to take any of this onto your shoulders. It's not your burden to bear, and I'm not saying to for you to come back to me and forgive me or understand me. I just want you to know what really happened. Maybe it can give you some piece of mind. It didn't happen because of nothing, and it didn't happen because of you. I am so sorry my love.

Isn´t today checkup day? Can you tell me about it? How is the baby? How are you?

Waiting for your reply

Take care of yourself and our baby,

Your Jinia

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Baby update

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06. 05. 22. 09:17

Seokjin,

I had the appointment changed, so today was actually checkup day. Our baby is now a kumquat! That very first ultrasound I had showed our baby looking something like a little blob, but now it's actually starting to look like a baby (se attachment 1). Something else that is in development is my stomach (see attachment 2). See that baby bump! When the time is right, I'm going to get a 3D ultrasound, maybe we can see who it looks like.

Everything is fine with the baby, it's just the right size - whatever that means.

They asked if I wanted to go back in two weeks and draw some blood to find out what gender the baby is. Apparently it's very accurate. If you want we can videochat during my appointment if you want to be there with me?

Sending you love on the tour,

Your baby and I

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Re: Baby update

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06. 05. 22. 11:37

My love,

Let's pretend I didn't just prance around when you called it our baby. And that baby bump took me OUT. You know how to make me weep!

I'm so happy our baby is good and safe with their mom. The most important thing right now is that the two of you are healthy. Tell me if there is anything I can do for you to make your life easier or better, and I will make it happen.

About the appointment you have, please videochat me. If I have the time, I would love to be there! When is it? The tour schedule is filled, but I hope I can be there.

Only a month till I am traveling back home! I can't wait to be with the two of you. Last time we were together things were awful, I would love to make it right? Can I please take you out for dinner? I know you said coparenting but I'm not sure what that means… And if it is anything like what I imagine I'm not so sure I can do it. I would do anything for you, but pretending I don't love you is not something I think I can do.

I love you both,

Your Jinia

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Re: Baby update

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06. 05. 22. 15:24

Seokjin,

Well, the baby is yours, so take it all in. I'm glad you're happy about this. We should be happy! This is a good thing, something we have hoped would happen for a while. Let's celebrate it, as we should, and be happy.

The appointment is on the 18th, at 14:00 KST. Just let me know if you'll be able to make it and I'll call you. I can change the appointment to make it work for you.

I understand it'll be hard for us; this will be an adjustment from being in a relationship to only being coparents. But it needs to happen for our child's sake. And for my sake. We can talk about it when you get here.

Sending celebration whoops,

Babymama and baby

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06. 05. 22. 18:55

Babymama,

That name suits you so well! I really can't wait to see you in action as a mom when this baby is born. I'm sure you'll be the greatest mom. I can remember when we were younger and you were taking care of that little kid who got lost in the park. I remember thinking, she will be an excellent mom, her kids will be lucky. Who knew you would end up having my kid? And I'm so happy I got to be with you for all these year, and even more exited for our future as a family.

The other day I started looking at some samples and things we can do for the nursery, and I found this very cute giraffe (see picture attached). Should I just order it? It's up to you, of course, but I think a gender neutral room will be good. Let's not push pink down the throat if it's a girl, eh?

For the appointment - it´s now in my calendar as priority number one. I can't wait!!! What are you hoping for? Or maybe I should ask what you think it will be? Personally, I just want want another person to wish with - other than that I'm happy!

Love you,

You Jinia

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Re: Baby update

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07. 05. 22. 00:57

Good morning!

That giraffe was so cute, we don't want it… We need it. It will match perfectly with the neutral tones in the nursery. You have a good eye.

What I'm hoping for? I'm hoping for a girl we can spoil!

About the appointment. I will make sure to call you then. I am so happy that you could make it, it just wouldn't be the same without you there.

Please be healthy,

You baby and baby mama

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I am sorry

To: [email protected]

19. 05. 22. 12:10

The most gracious woman on earth,

I suck. Things over have been crazy these last 24 hours. When I got back last night someone had broken into my hotel room and stolen most of my possessions, meaning clothes and perfumes and anything I need. I staid up all night talk to the local police and trying to figure out what to do now… I got in bed at 5, and with everything going on I managed to forget to set an alarm earlier than the company one… Which is how I managed to sleep through your call.

I really wish things went differently, and I hope you believe me when I tell you how sad I am to have missed the appointment!

Might as well ask here too - did they tell you the gender of our baby? I really want to know, even though it seem like I don't.

A lot of love from Europe,

Your Jinia

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Re: I am sorry

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19. 05. 22. 20:52

Dear babydad,

As the mother of your child I am telling you to step up. Apologizing won't get you very far after she's born. A child won't care if you intended to be there, the only thing that matters is if you actually showed up or not.

I, an adult, can understand you not being able to be there after what happened, but you need to be and do better for this child. After all, she is counting on you. Depending on you and your attention.

You didn't hurt me today, and it's me you should apologize to. After all, I said we should be just coparents. I meant that, which means you don't owe me anything.

Take care,

The girls

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Re: I am sorry

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19. 05. 22. 12:10

Honey,

I understand what you're saying… I will do better for our daughter. I won't be perfect, but I will be there.

The break is in three weeks, I'll be home then. Rest up and let me know if I can do anything for you.

Love,

Seokjin

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onyourstageleft · 1 year

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thoughts on sensory stuff this got long but also helped? idk I just hope the read more works

:readmore:

so like we've all heard about how the pandemic let a lot of people unmask and now they're struggling to go back to the Before Times of masking (when I say people I am people. grammar consistency be damned for this post)

I interrupt this program to bring you the news that I'm probably autistic. not seeking official diagnosis for Reasons but yeah

anyway I've been realizing this and just better understanding myself the last year or so

and now I'm working at a retail job at a small business where I am alone for like 5+ hours of my 8 hour shift. no coworkers, no manager (I am the manager) just me for most of my day

and I've been dealing with that by having twitch streams going in my office, video calling another store manager for like 2+ hours a day, that kind of thing. well today that system was broken bc I was training someone on her like 5th day (and last bc it didn't work out she just wasn't a good fit) but she was with me for 6 hours of the day. and I still did my video call with the other manager for my first 2 hours. and we had a busy day with customers where a lot of my regulars came in. and it's coming into the holiday season. and the owner stopped by for a few minutes. and another (different) store manager came by with a transfer of inventory for me. and I called my mom on the way home. and I talked to my husband at home before he went to the gym

and I am so overwhelmed with the socializing I've done today that I think laying facedown on the floor for an hour sounds like a good idea

BUT I work tomorrow and I have to clean and do laundry and dishes this evening. and my mom is flying in Thursday morning. and we're going to see my mother in law Thursday afternoon. and I work a 10 hour shift Friday. and I'm probably telling my mom about polyamory this weekend if she asks. and we're going to a theme park Sunday.

anyway the socializing and sensory meltdown is hitting HARD and I just needed to get all of these words out bc really how do I wind down? when do I decompress? I am busy and stressed and my husband helped trim my hair while he was home so I need to shower but I also need to put the laundry in the dryer but I also need to eat dinner but I would PREFER to stop experiencing thoughts and sensations today

also just realized that I did not even once hit my delta vape today (I work at a vape store I'm slightly high at work all the time) and I think that may also have contributed to this state bc I know I have a higher threshold for sensory stuff when I'm high but maybe starting to hit it now would be a bad idea?

AND I took my meds late and I didn't eat lunch and I have to go to the chiropractor tomorrow and pick up my new meds and wash the sheets in the guest room

anyway writing it all out helped so I think I'm gonna go grab a snack and take a shower but sensory things are still a lot and I've already had a good cry for no reason in the middle of writing this out but maybe I need another one in the shower, enhanced by sad music. idk man I tried to put on a twitch stream like normal but it was a too overwhelming so now I'm just silently laying on the bed typing

all this to say

I stopped masking full time this last year and now i apparently just get exhausted and overwhelmed when I have to do it for 8+ hours a day? that's a fun new revelation I'll have to figure out how to mitigate in the future

#long post #personal #rant #masking #neurodivergent

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agenderfluidjourney · 1 year

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Here’s me live tweeting a bit of a meltdown in 2022 in the lead up to coming out as genderfluid to my wife. Also I was on a plane and running on zero sleep

I’m at the airport at 4AM for work and I hate hate hate being away from my wife and daughter. I am flying out and flying back same day, though. I could not handle a job that I had to travel regularly.

That anxiety is at an incredible high and I am laugh crying in public to a TikTok about skeletons because I am an absolute bundle of nerves right now.

I would share the TikTok, but it’s not exactly the kind of appropriate I want to share right now, maybe when you’re older.

I am planning on coming out as genderfluid to my wife tomorrow. Wish me luck? Tell me an encouraging story?

I do really appreciate a couple of absolutely incredible folx who have been helping me out already.

I am just bristling with nervous energy, but it’s the only way I’ll actually go through with this.

I have decided to start psyching myself out about this while on a plane after getting 4 hours of sleep. I literally cannot do anything about this until tomorrow evening. More than 24 hours away. Airplane anxiety is best anxiety.

Alright no more panic tweets for a while. Thank you.

My wife loves Halloween, Ouran Host Club, and Loki the Norse God. We just had a conversation last week about “queering the catalogue” as an academic concept, and regularly talk about gender. Coming out as genderfluid is going to go great. Right? Right! Yeah.

Flight attendant: Something to drink?

Me: Gingerale to calm my nerves.

Fight attendant: Nervous about flying?

Me: Something like that.

Am I self conscious about generally live tweeting my own coming out to my wife? Yes. Is compulsively tweeting my anxiety helping in any way? Maybe? Am I doing it anyway? Yes.

This is actually my first time in the office. I hope they have a prayer, meditation, and crying room.

Excited to put on my professional facade for my coworkers today while screaming internally. Literally going to be in a conference room with them for 6 hours today.

I gotta imagine office work suppresses a whole lot of folks identity. Not just because of the capitalist social constructs, but also because it’s so oppressively mundane that I cant’t properly be introspective.

Which is fine at this precise moment because this oppressive environment is also suppressing my anxiety through broad spectrum exhaustion.

Honestly, there have only been a tiny handful of times I managed to surprise her with a birthday gift or event or something. The idea that I could maintain a secret twitter from her for over a year is frankly implausible.

I’m a big ‘ol bundle of nerves worrying about what my wife might think when I tell her I’m genderfluid. But like, she’s always been so much more smart and clever than me, that I would not be surprised if she already knows about this twitter and is just waiting t this point.

I don’t know if I’ve ever made it clear how absolutely head over heels in love I am with my wife. She’s pulled me out of my lowest lows and supported my highest highs. We talked about getting married within weeks of dating and have been married over a decade.

We talk about getting old together, about running a quirky bed and breakfast. We never leave a room without saying I love you, and the words have never lost an ounce of meaning.

I’m so very much in love, but that’s part of what’s making me so nervous about coming out to her.

So, I’m still planning on coming out to my wife tomorrow. But her best friend just went into labor a week and a half early and we’re supposed to be there for emotional support and my flight home was delayed and I’ve been up since 4AM. There is no “right time”

I am flying back to the love of my life, and, tomorrow, I’m gonna tell her everything I think I know about my gender. I have a bag of my favorite candy, and I have some marvelous people providing me with great support.

Also everything is a lot right now, but I am made of incandescent laser beams and stardust, beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Treacherous as the seas! Stronger than the foundations of the Earth!

The candy is butterfingers.

So when I talk to my wife tomorrow, I’m going to lead with showing her this comic. This is the first thing that hit me like a ton of bricks that maybe my weird quirks are more than just “a cis dude in touch with his feminine side”

Followed by lots of reassurances of what I feel like is a precise understanding of where I’m at currently, and why I’m telling her now.

The next big thing I want to be really clear of is how it impacts how I feel about her (specifically that it doesn’t, she’s the light of my life, but that I want to be more transparent about identity feeling I’ve been having)

If I get that far and it hasn’t already turned into a natural conversation (or be otherwise derailed) my last major focus is to listen and support her with whatever feelings she may have.

And that might be shock, or anger, or fear, or sadness. She might be hurt and she might need to grieve. It could be that there’s a long process of talking and figuring it out afterwards and it might not be easy.

I could be really setting myself up for a rough time. But I don’t get to decide how she feels about this change in my identity. She gets to decide how she feels. I can’t rob her of that agency. We’ve been married for a decade, she has my trust and respect.

Almost home, going to pass out, been up for 28 hours. Tomorrow is going to be a big day.

I came out to my wife as genderfluid, and she is incredible and accepting and we’re talking it out and while she was surprised and a little stunned she was pretty much like “well, yeah”

I’m still nervous as we’re talking through stuff, but we’re figuring it out together and that is infinitely better than where I was at previously.

Asked my wife to braid my hair this afternoon and I didn’t have to worry about what she might think.

Gonna spend a little time away from twitter, but I wanted to bookend my little milestone. I’m incredibly glad I came out to my wife about my genderfluidity, and that she has been understanding and accepting. My artistry isn’t much, but I felt a need to capture the moment.

It’s just a beginning, and there’s work to be done, but there’s nobody I’d rather do it with than her. Been married a decade, so I suppose I already knew that.

A huge thanks to the folks who helped me out with kind words of encouragement and advice

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theunexpectedexpectations · 7 months

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She stood up and ran back to the cottage. She knew she needed to stay focused and just help her dad as much as she could. Even if she has to sacrifice her time she wanted to be here for her dad. He was already doing enough, now he has to raise her alone and homeschool her all by himself, she was going to make it as easy as it could for him.

'If I just work hard, focus on passing school, and helping dad that will change things, that will make them better.' she thought to herself almost half believing it even. 'I can't just play and explore all day.. it's not how people live here.' she continued. 'I have to be reasonable.'

She threw the sliding door open and put on her tutu, she noticed a ballet bar when they moved in just outside of her room. She threw her hair up into a slick bun and pinned it securely. 'It's time to start living in the real world, Freya.'

'I'll make my dad proud, and I'll make sure he feels less alone. I know he has to be taking this hard. I have to plan for the future and focus on school work. I need to plan for college and get ready for life to begin. Maybe even be a pro ballerina!'

She threw herself into her ballet training and made sure to have every move beautifully mastered.

Ezequiel noticing she was only outside for 20 minutes, completely unlike her.

"Hey, are you going to explore some more?" he asked.

"I don't have time to anymore. I need to plan for my future and focus on what I can to for us now." she responded strained.

"Okay, I supposed I can allow that," he said sarcastically, "What would you like for dinner?"

"I'm fine." she said

He stared and watched her do a few moves and waited for a chuckle or sarcastic remark back. He figured and hoped it was just a little mood change from everything.

A few weeks later he returned home from the store.

"Hey, kiddo, I got your favorite things from the store." Ezequiel said.

"What is it?" she asked looking up from her homework that she had been flying through.

"Oh, well, I got you some of those gummies you like and I bought you that movie with the cartoon girls in it who save their school." he said.

"I don't have time for that stuff, I'm almost done with this years coursework, and I still have to practice ballet, then tend to the garden." she said dully.

Ezequiel was quite confused and sad to see such a quick change in his daughter. "Is everything okay?"

"Fine." she said.

"I understand that things are really bad at the moment, and I'm sorry, but you can't just 180 on me like that." he said, begging for some sort of reaction from her.

"I need to be here." she said quickly. And filled in the last answer in the booklet, "I need to get ready for bed. I have things I need to do tomorrow." she was quiet after that and walked into her room.

Ezequiel heard the bath water start and felt a really sad cloud come over him. "This isn't right." he said to himself.

/2 days later/

"Why doesn't this stupid thing just let me submit my work?!" she yelled impatiently at the computer.

Ezequiel walked in and said "Well what are you trying to do, kiddo?"

"I want to submit my work for this online book competition and it won't let me enter it!" she threw her hands up frustrated.

Ezequiel leaned in to see what was on the screen, it was going to have her fill out information like their address and such. "Well, honey, I don't want you to put this information in the computer anyways. It could jeopardize our safety." he explained calmly.

"Oh great, I just almost put us in more danger as usual!" she cried out.

He watched her sob in the computer chair, unsure of how comfort her.. 'What do I say? How do I tell her?'. All he could do is put his hand on her shoulder, he felt how hot she was and realized she must have a fever.

She started sweating and crying, Ezequiel picked her up and threw in a cool bath to lower her temperature. She was still crying, but her temp went down. He picked her up and laid her down in bed.

"You need to rest Freya, you're overworking yourself. I need you here, but I need you, too.." he looked at her red face and flicked her nightlight on.

"I'm sorry.." she said, drifting to sleep.

He snapped the overhead light off. 'I can't do this alone..' he thought to himself.

"Good day, Ezequiel, I hope you found your trip here a much more pleasant one. How are you and young Freya?" the Queen asked, greeting him at the gateway this time.

He smiled, appreciating her taking the time to greet him. "I did, I see Speio is getting the portal spell down better?" Ezequiel said, kind of guessing.

The Queen laughed, "Something like that. Come let us catch up on the terrace I wish to hear all about Freya!"

They both made their way through the castle and up the stone staircase. It led to a beautiful outdoor garden with books, and seating.

"So tell me, Ezequiel, how have things been with you and Freya?" she asked.

Ezequiel looked at the Queen a bit more closely this time, she looked much more awake and rested. She even seemed to be glowing a bit as well.

"Why don't you tell me how you've been? You seem much better than last time." he asked.

"I am quite well actually, the darkness hasn't been as active, and I've been able to almost pinpoint where Sigrid is. I feel as though things might actually be looking up for us." she was smiling this time.

"Well, I am relieved to hear that, Queen," he hesitated "Wait, you found Sig?"

"I have an idea of where she is, her life force became a bit more clear to me. I can feel her in a certain area within your Realm." she said.

"Where? Which town? Please, tell me anything?" he pleaded.

"I'm sorry, but at the moment it is not very clear. I know she is in your Realm though." she looked down as though she couldn't speak on it anymore.

Ezequiel read her body language, he's been getting better at that lately, "However, things have been not-so-good for us." he continued.

Ezequiel watched the Queens face drop, "Please explain, Ezequiel?" Amnestria pleaded.

"I can't really put my finger on it, but my daughter is not acting like herself anymore. She doesn't go outside and play, she doesn't joke around with me, and she doesn't seem to enjoy herself at all anymore." he said looking at the Queen hoping there would be some sort of answer.

"I see.." she said quietly. She looked down at her hands for a moment, which were noticeably less rough since last time, too,"Perhaps, the reason the darkness is fading isn't because of anything Good. It may even be bad that this is happening. Freya maybe shutting the power down within her."

"How do I fix that?" Ezequiel asked.

"Being there for her is one thing, but are you sure *you* are there with *her*?" she looked back at him and it was like he forgot that even though he was hiding how he was feeling, he never thought what Freya may be hiding.

"You're right.. I guess I didn't realize that while I may be hiding my pain, she may be hiding hers as well.." he felt guilty, just because she doesn't bawl her eyes out every day doesn't mean she isn't grieving. It struck a cord in him because it's not like she need to be grieving, Sig is alive and almost found. It wasn't fair to Freya.

"She needs someone to remind her that she can still enjoy life, while missing her mother." the Queen said, almost finishing his thought. "She's allowed to miss her mother, that's at least fair if she can't know the truth for the time being. And we need the world to continue on if she loses her imagination completely I may even cease to exist at some point.. even Sigrid."

/POOF/

"EVEN ME!" Speio popped into the conversation.

The Queen looked at him annoyed, but smiled, "Eavesdropping isn't becoming, Speio."

Ezequiel laughed, he actually couldn't imagine what he would be thinking or feeling if he hadn't figured out how to find these guys. He knew he had to fix things, he can't let pain that can be relieved so easily and so soon drag on. Sigrid will be home soon and he can stop longing to even catch a glimpse of her.

Ezequiel smiled and said, "Thank you. I actually needed this." The dynamic made him feel at home.. that's probably why he knew he was safe here.

The Queen smiled and looked at Speio, who was beaming back at her. "We've become quite fond of you as well, Ezequiel." she said.

"Would I be able to ask your name, Queen? You say name an awful lot and I don't even know yours." Ezequiel asked.

"My name is Amnestria Magvaris. I am a healing elf, and I use spiritual shielding from our previous high priests. It is taught to each generation in my family." she explained.

"Thank you, Speio, Amnestria. I'm happy I have a friend in both of you." he said.

"Come," Amnestris said smiling "We must get you back home, so you can be there for young Freya!'

Ezequiel and Speio both get up and follow the Queen.

The Queen was talking on and on about how Freya needed feel better in order for things to go back to a balance.

Speio whispered to Ezequiel, "I know where to find Sigrid.."

Ezequiel a bit shocked, "I thought something like that might be classified?"

"Sometimes I find it in me to do the right thing, and there are rules on what is allowed, I was given no instructions on this one." he said smirking.

"I see, when and where do we start?" Ezequiel said, mustering up courage to go against whatever it is that may have his wife.

"We can talk tonight, I'll meet you at the forest line. I want to help." he said.

"You better believe I'll be there." Ezequiel whispered back.

"What are you two whispering about back there?" Amnestria said looking over her shoulder at them.

If looks could kill..

"I was trying to pester Speio about the gateway spell.. thing." Ezequiel spat out defending him quickly.

Speio smiled sheepishly at the Queen, her face seemed unmoved, but she turned and kept walking forward.

Ezequiel stayed quiet the rest of the walk back. He knew that Amnestria was definitely listening now if she wasn't before. Speio also just stared forward and didn't speak.

They made their way through the double doors and down the long pathway to the castle. They didn't really need to take him that far.

"Thank you for walking me here, I appreciate that." Ezequiel said.

"Well you did say that I should have greeted you myself last time?" she asked confused.

Ezequiel smiled, he understood why Sig took everything so literally now, too.

"Farewell, Ezequiel, until next time." she looked hard at Speio. "Why are you just standing there?"

"To make sure he gets home safely.." Speio smiled and bowed his head trying to hide his expression.

"Very well. Goodnight." she walked away and disappeared into the darkness. Ezequiel and Speio both watched her and waited.

"I will meet you at the forest line at 11:33 Human time." Speio said to Ezequiel he stared at him very seriously.

"Wait, how do you know when that is for me?" Ezequiel asked, puzzled since his phone never said anything other than 5:45 am.

"You only know how to tell Human time, to explain our time is different. It's classified for you, but to *try* to explain it: your black mirror there is not programmed to tell our time like you weren't taught how to." Speio responded.

Ezequiel thought that was an interesting perspective, that was the kind of question Freya used to ask when she was younger 'Daddy, how do you tell time in the mermaid world?' that question rang in his head. And now what Sigrid's note said even made sense. 'She can transcend to other dimensions and Realms'.

Ezequiel smiled, "Thanks for a straight answer for once."

That fizzing sound that started to become all too familiar started happening and everything went black.

He opened his eyes and he was outside of his home- luckily they lived in a secluded area with no neighbors. He looked around just to be sure, and of course there was no one.

'11:33' he thought to himself, 'Just remember 11:33'.

He walked in and Freya was in her room, so he took the opportunity to go downstairs and read another book from the shelf. He snagged a green one with a sword on it and made his way back upstairs he wanted to talk to Freya when she came out of her room.

He opened the book and right as he was about to start reading Freya came in.

"Oh hey, you are home." she said.

Ezequiel closed the book and said, "Yes, I'm home and I have some things I need to say to you. I know that your mom's disappearance was hard on you, just like it was on me. And you're allowed to miss her, but where is Freya? This isn't the girl we raised?"

Freya's eyes dropped to the floor and tears just rolled down her face. "I need to be more like mom then you won't be so sad and you won't miss her so much. She didn't like me doing exploring or anything like that so I'm going to do what she wanted me to do."

"You do realize that, you are you, and your mother is who she is. You can't replace someone solely because you miss them, then you lose who are and no one wants to see Freya disappear. I love you because you have a fun imagination and make life more interesting with the questions you ask. You can miss mom as much as you want, but leave room for yourself when you aren't doing what makes you happy it drains you. You can still enjoy the things you like despite her not liking what you were doing she still loved you for you, not if you were someone else. You'll make her proud in whatever choices you make." Ezequiel had more to say, but he stopped. Freya was crying. He got up and hugged her tight.

"You don't have to try to replace your mom for me to be happy, because I can't miss you *and* your mom. Then what would I do?" he said holding her while she cried.

All she could do was sob on his shoulder and when she let go she wiped her tears. Looked up at him and said, "Well are you gonna tell me where the heck have you been all day? I was so bored!" she smiled.

Ezequiel said, "Well I had to go exploring myself, and I gotta say maybe I should it more often."

She looked inquisitively at her father, "Exploring, hmm? Did you find anything fun?"

He pretended to ponder as if he had no idea where he actually went this morning. He decided the truth would make for a different conversation and said, "Well, I did find a hybrid elf/dryad guy. He's not the best with magic though so he's more trouble than anything."

She looked at him like she believed him, then smirked and said, "Yeah right, you wouldn't find one just walking around *here*."

A little baffled by her oddly correct answer he smiled at her. There she is.

#freya greene #mystery #sims 4 screenshots #suspense #sims 4 story #thriller #disappearance #unexpected expectations

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historia-kq · 10 months

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Some life updates + Vacation Semi-Hiatus

(Crossposted from Toyhouse because I'm too lazy)

Hey guys. Time for a life update. (teehee)

This month has been very busy for me. I've done so much attacks on Art Fight this year, and I had to stop just two days short before I fly to the Philippines tomorrow. I think despite the whole fiasco that's been happening with that site this year, this one is probably the most fun I had (and yeah there were a few people that broke my perms, but I don't want to get overly negative about it). I wish Axel and Turtle the best of luck running Art Fight in the future. That being said, here are some updates:

Regarding the phishing scam bulletin: I regret to inform you that I wasn't able to get the rest of the money I've lost from last week's Steam phishing scam (The first purchase of the $500 Steam Cards). Thankfully, I had the other purchase cancelled, but after trying to recover the rest of my money by contacting PayPal and G2G, I gave up on it. However, I still have my Ko-Fi goal open if people want to help me get all that lost money back to me. I greatly appreciate it.

On a lighter note, I finally set up a wiki for Mimosa and the Clocktower! It's hosted on WikiTide, and can be found here. I've been doing progress on setting it up, and so far I had created three articles that give an overview of Timesea, the magigon species, and berries (The rest were modules, page layouts, and templates). However, it's still a huge work in progress (I also want to change the wiki's layout + the Anissa theme is the only one that suits it orz), but I don't have the time right now to continue working on it, and I'll explain in the next bullet.

Lastly, I am gonna go on a semi-hiatus because me and my family are returning home to the Philippines tomorrow, meaning that not only am I unable to bring my good old Inspiron Laptop with me, but I'll also be very, very, busy doing vacay stuff. I'll still pop up whenever I need to, but as I said, I'll be busy for nearly a month. I'll hopefully get back to working on Mimosa Game once I return home, since I put development on hold due to Art Fight.

Anyways, that's all for now. See ya.

#personal ramble

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ianmhill · 1 year

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I went to the Old Glory pre-season game with a guy from work seeing as my wife is away. They played pretty much two different teams in each half. The first half it looked like defence was optional and the lineout was, if anything, worse than last season! Things improved a bit in the second half, but they are still far from perfect. But what would you expect seeing as it's the first game for a while and there are a LOT of new players.

Out in California, my wife started feeling under the weather over last weekend. On Monday morning she tested positive for COVID, so I left work with the intention of hibernating for a few days. But I took a test later that day which came back negative and as I was having no symptoms, decided to go into work as usual on Wednesday.

However, her positive test has meant that I have cancelled my flight to go and have a long weekend there and out of an abundance of caution I cancelled my guitar lesson this week.

On the plus side, I don't think my wife was suffering too badly…except I'm not convinced she was been telling me the whole truth so I didn't get too worried. She is flying back home tomorrow.

To make the week even more complete, I got a message from the Bank on Tuesday morning asking me to confirm a transaction in Newark (which it turns out had been declined anyway). So now my debit card has been deactivated for probably the fifth time since I've been living here. After last time I swapped a few online shopping services to default to using my credit card, but there are still a few things that will need to be updated. And I am still without access to buying anything except with a credit card as the new card hasn't arrived yet. I can't say I know where the card got compromised this time, but there are just too many opportunities, especially in restaurants.

Two lighter notes: I did win on the Premium Bonds this month - twice actually, a total of £125! And it does look like we're going to get a tax refund again this year.

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gaaaaaay · 2 years

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Brain rot rant

Journaling is good for u right???

I'm so stressed out by literally everything all the time and simultaneously absurdly depressed and my brain just straight up doesn't work anymore anyway it's my day off and I'm hoping talking through my stressors and what I need to get done today might help. Please don't even read this lol

The thing is that these are tricky tasks for me because they involve making decisions I just don't feel ready to make lol

1.) Plan trip back home next week - four days to see everyone you know from your past life. Some of them are crazy though and tbh you'd rather just Not but you don't wanna be a total dick. You also have to drive your unregistered uninspected car up there for six hours and, assuming you make it there without breaking down or getting pulled over, sell it once you get there bc long story short your ex sucks and refuses to transfer the title of Your Goddamn Car. Also a bit of an oversight on your part not taking care of this sooner but you had no idea it would be an issue bc no one tells you how to deal with any of this shit life throws at u

2.) You're broke. that's not new really, you're just as broke as you've always been. You lent all your savings to your crazy even broker friend so she wouldn't be homeless and you're just praying she can pay u back soon. She's driving u nuts and being weirdly rude to the point where u want to cut her off but u need that money and honestly, u need a friend. Bummer! At least your debt is paid off I guess.

3.) JOBS!! Every spare minute I be stressing about jobs. That's right, we're switching narration styles rn. My current job sucks obv, it's minimum wage and is just enough to keep me afloat if I work enough hours to make me crazy, which is anything over like 20 hours tbh bc the workload/responsibilities/physical labor is a lot. There is v little management so when I'm training people and shit I have to make like executive decisions constantly and I was barely trained myself so obv the job isn't rocket science but there are no guidelines for anything and it's exhausting. This ain't my circus and I ain't getting paid enough to care about it tbh. Plus all the new ppl keep burning out quickly bc the job sucks. Anyway so with whatever's left of me I'm trying to find something better, some kind of office job or at least a new local job where I would probably do half the work.

-Have this event that I have to schedule for my current job that I've been putting off as long as possible bc I keep telling myself I'll be outta here in like a month. It's been rescheduled like four times for various reasons lol. I don't wanna go!!!

-I should be hearing back from one local job today or tomorrow and they're probably gonna hire me and then I have to Decide!!! Agh!!! This job will probably be more socially stressful but is SO close to home and I know that walking to work rn will ease my anxiety a lot for some reason.

-i have to send my schedule to this other local job and I totally forgot I was going on vacation next weekend bc time is flying by and I'm taking it day by day. Ack!! I also just feel weird about this job I can't tell why exactly. Email will read: Dear job, sorry I don't look at calendars I guess!!

-this job in the city has reached out to me twice so I should really respond today but it pays only slightly more than my current job and is part time, so who knows what that means. Is it even worth it?? Can I even afford to be picky after a year long extremely discouraging job search??

-no word from last week's interview, probably bc I couldn't convince them or myself that I'd be happy there tbh oops.

Just wanna crawl into bed, not have to talk to a soul, and then die lmao!!

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mini-melo · 3 years

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right, because i just want to write down my headcanons man, and @petrichormeraki reblogged my last post with an ouch in the tags and i'm very willing to make it hurt a little more.

also it is literally 2 am, my new bed is too hard to sleep on, and i'm still sleepy as shit, so this is in no way a quality post.

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Nobody "found" Tommy, exactly. Things started going missing in small quantities, objects moved randomly, and there were remnants of a basement that Grian never built in his old hobbit hole.

When the pranks started, and the obnoxious laughter followed it, the hermits weren't surprised so much as they were relieved that they weren't going crazy. They still don't know who it is, but as long as they aren't just imagining things, they're fine.

Eventually, Tommy just... shows up.

Grian sees blond hair in his hobbit hole every once in a while, and it's much too tall to be Zedaph, so he investigates his old base. When he sees a lanky guy who's very much not Zed preparing what looks to be a chicken canon, Grian turns around and pretends he didn't see anything. He laughs when he wakes up the next day with said canon in the middle of his base, shooting chickens all around him.

Scar sees red dart into some shops now and then. He thought it was Grian, pranking hermits again, so he follows the red streak running around and finds a tall—boy? man? —guy rummaging around the chests in The Barge. It doesn't take long for Scar to realize this is the guy that's been taking from the shops. He was about to confront the mystery man when he realizes that the guy in red leaves something else in the chest, and it may not have been diamonds, but Scar knows enough about scuffed appearances to know this guy doesn't really have a home. Doesn't really have anything.

Mumbo catches glimpses of a tall figure hovering around the edges of his industrial district. He thought it was Xisuma, with the height and all, so he leaves it be until he finally sees the figure in full view, blond hair blowing in the wind as he just stares at the melon and pumpkin farm. The next day, Mumbo doesn't acknowledge him except for a shulker box full of melon and pumpkins in the exact same spot. When he finds it again, the box is empty except for some redstone and a note. "I wanted to try it but I don't know how, so here's your redstone back."

Tango changes his door's button to a lever, and he keeps hearing it open and close. He thinks it's Mumbo checking the redstone, or Grian pranking him again, so he goes down only to find a blond boy (not like he realizes until much, much later that this is a child) flicking his lever repeatedly, a relaxed air about him and a small grin on his lips. Tango leaves him be, and the next day puts the button back. He leaves levers, unconnected to anything, around his base, and smiles when hears delighted laughter followed by the flicking of a lever.

Beef makes new maps only to find cobblestone dicks already made in some parts of his map district. He thinks it's probably another Grian prank and just destroys them. Suddenly, he makes a map clear of anything and he starts flying there. The next moment, he looks at the map and there's a grey line in the middle. Beef encounters a tall blond (he looks young but so does Grian so he doesn't think about it) happily building a cobblestone dick when he gets there, and he can't help but feel a little guilty at the thought of having to tear it down. He leaves it up, makes another map to build on, and hangs the map with the cobblestone dick in Grian's old hobbit hole, where the mystery guy is supposedly staying. The next time Beef visits the map district, the area above the cobblestone dick is full of wool, obstructing it from the map and making it free for more wallapaper.

It all comes to a head when Xisuma checks the whitelist after one-too-many incidents and finds a glitched out name.

T̷̢̧̰͙̜̩̺̜̤̰̣̖̣̙͋̊̅̽̆̚͘͠ọ̷̗̮̯̺̪̤̬͖̗̌̌̍̀͗̒͗̚͘͠ͅm̸̡͓͎̦̠̲̫̯̓͒̍̔̍̌͗̐͆͊̀̅̀̔͘ḿ̶̛̫̯͖̰̤̗͋̃̄̓̆̓̇͛̍̅̏͝ÿ̵͙̙̯͙̈́I̷̲̫̞̠̮̒̂̒͘̚̕͝n̸̡̳̮̲̝̮͍̦̑͗̑̄͌͛͌̋̀̇͆͠n̴̖̄̓̋̀i̴͚̘͂͆̿̕͝ţ̵̞̪̬̯̠̮͈̬̮̼͈̠̥́͊͐̀̊̐̆̂͑͋̎́

He looks at the code and realizes that wherever this TommyInnit came from, it doesn't have a very good admin if this is what his internal code looks like. Xisuma tries to fix it, and succeeds. For the most part. The only thing he couldn't seem to touch was a line of code so glitched out that he couldn't read it at all.

After that, Tommy is seen a lot more. Everyone has just accepted this random guy that Xisuma hasn't kicked yet and collectively decides to let him be. He seems to be paying for his stuff now, although not with diamonds, but he's still trying.

Tommy, for his part, comes onto a peaceful server full of big buildings and redstone contraptions. He wants to destroy shit, destroy everything beautiful, but then he remembers Wilbur blowing up L'manberg, and Techno summong withers in L'manberg, and Dream blowing up Logstedshire, and Tommy can't bring himself to destroy the hard work of these so-called hermits. Instead, he watches and observes and steals just enough to survive. He sees Grian's pranks and just emulates the gremlin, and his very first prank was so harmless and subtle that people didn't notice until they hit their own furniture. Who knew moving stuff two inches to the right would be a great prank?

Somehow, Tommy becomes part of the hermits without even trying. He emulates Grian even more and makes a small starter base of his own. Mumbo leaves him some redstone in shulker boxes and he makes his own farms, and eventually he starts his own big base. It takes him so long, so many tears, so many tests, and so much energy, but when he's finally finished, about a year into his stay, the hermits throw him a party in the big dining area of his cobblestone textured castle.

And if the castle was vaguely dick shaped? Nobody needs to know it was intentional.

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it isn't even that angsty, which is surprising.

anyway, i have so many thoughts about this and i might expand on some things eventually. maybe later today, or tomorrow. definitely when i've slept for more than 2 hours.

#mcyt #hc x dsmp #hermit!tommy au #god i'm so fucking sleepy #but this bed makes me want to burn everything #have this very very rough fic #about how tommy ended up in hermitcraft #melowrites

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