#i hate him so much for ruining my safe place lol

[koffeenoe2]

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[nicksbestie]

hi as of like yesterday yr requests are still open so i hope this isn’t a bother ! but anyway i was hoping to see some caregiver!reader + agere!johnnie ? preferably gnc reader but fem would also be okay ( whatever prior relationship you want :] ) don’t have many ideas for plot aside from maybe johnnie has had a bad day/is really stressed out so he kinda starts isolating himself, which reader respects but is also really worried about him :( so after a while reader uses maybe like a spare key to go into johnnie’s room and at first it just seems like he’s just upset but as reader starts trying to get johnnie to open up and trying to comfort him, he regresses which makes him more upset/panicky. whether reader has prior knowledge of regression is up to you but in general they’re just really sweet and supportive trying to calm johnnie down <3 maybe they eat dinner/reader feeds johnnie, and watch a movie/cartoon while cuddling ? ( little spoon johnnie ofc ) anyways feel free to add or take away anything i just want johnnie to be taken care of and as an agere i am totally projecting lol

Secrets - Johnnie Guilbert

Summary : Johnnie's biggest secret is exposed without him being ready, but it goes better than he thinks it will.

Pairing : Johnnie Guilbert/Reader (romantic)

Warnings : descriptions of mental health issues, depression, and isolation

Word Count : 1541

A/N : This is an age regression fic, which is purely safe for work and innocent. Any hate/disrespect towards me, my work, or readers, will not be tolerated.

Everyone has secrets. Some of them are terrible ones, skeletons in your closet, ones that would ruin many people’s lives should they escape out into the public. Others are small and simple, things they just like to keep to themselves, and wouldn’t hurt anyone if other people knew, they just don’t want them to be everyone’s business. Some people keep secrets to protect themselves because they would be embarrassed about it if anyone found out. Everyone keeps secrets, and sometimes they’re revealed at the wrong time. Johnnie had secrets, and he was in no way prepared for his biggest one to be exposed to anyone, especially not you, but sometimes life goes in ways that we just can’t predict. 

Johnnie had been struggling a lot lately. That wasn’t a secret, and although you knew about it, you didn’t pressure him very much. He wasn’t the type to open up when he was overly pushed about whatever was wrong, and you wanted him to feel safe and comfortable coming to you when he was ready, and not before that. But that didn’t mean that you weren’t concerned, because you most definitely were. This bad spell for him was bordering on being one of his worst ones ever, and you were about to step in, because you couldn’t stand to see him hurting on his own any longer, even if that was what he told you he wanted. 

Johnnie had begun to isolate himself for almost every hour of the day, only exiting his room to eat and use the bathroom. He didn’t talk much to you out loud, texting instead, as it took much less energy out of him to take that route. He didn’t like to talk about it, despite knowing that he most definitely needed to. You hated how he could be so self destructive, but you knew that you did the exact same thing when you felt the way that he did. So, you respected his space and always let him have it when he asked for it. However, it normally didn’t last this long, thus feeling the massive worry that encased your mind. 

After a couple more hours, you continued to let your worry grow, but you decided to do something about it. You hated the fact that you were about to ignore the boundaries that Johnnie had put into place, but you were seriously concerned, and you hoped that he would be able to understand and forgive you should he be upset with your decision. You grabbed the spare key that unlocked all the doors in the house, kept in the kitchen just in case of emergencies, and gently knocked on his bedroom door. You weren’t going to just barge in, you wanted to give him the chance to open it himself. When he didn’t reply, you softly called out to him, telling him that you were going to open the door. He didn’t argue, so you did just that. 

Walking into his room, you noticed that the blinds were closed, the lights were off, and he was quietly laying in his bed, staring at the wall. You immediately laid down next to him, letting him curl up next to you. You noticed the stained tear tracks on his cheeks, your heart breaking for him as he simply laid there. You let the both of you cuddle in silence, not wanting this to be a heartbreaking moment for the both of you, so you didn’t break the silence for a while. You knew that you should probably talk about what was going on, but the moment was so peaceful that you didn’t want to say anything. You both laid there quietly for about half an hour, taking in the comfort of the other’s presence, before you said anything. 

“We should talk about this, baby. It’s getting worse this time.” 

You could feel him shake his head against your chest. 

“No. I don’t want to talk.” 

“Honey, it’s important-” 

“No!”

Woah. He very rarely snapped at you. He had almost never snapped at you, especially not when he was feeling like this. But, in all fairness, you had pushed him a little bit. You could feel the tears from his eyes soaking your shirt, and you decided to not speak any more for a little bit. You gently pulled his face up, wiping his tears away with the soft pads of your thumbs, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, brushing his hair out a bit with your fingers. You noticed that his eyes were widened more, much more glassy, and you definitely were concerned about it, but you brushed it off to the tears causing it. 

You were more surprised when he pulled away from you, as he had never done that. You gently reached out to try and cuddle him again, but you noticed that he wouldn’t even look at you. He seemed to be panicking about something, and you couldn’t figure out what it was. You weren’t upset with him, but from the anxiety radiating off of his body, you could tell that he probably felt like you were. So, you immediately spoke up to try and help him recognize the fact that he was always safe and loved with you. 

“Love, what’s wrong? It’s all going to be okay.” 

You were now completely confused, as the second that you spoke, your boyfriend burst into tears. He seemed to be absolutely inconsolable, crying nearly at the top of his lungs and clutching the squishmallow on his bed tightly between his arms. You didn’t know what else to do besides just hug him, whispering comforting words as you told him that everything was going to work out, and that you were here for him. It wasn’t until he looked up at you with the same glassy-eyed look as earlier and spoke a few words when you realized what was going on. 

When a choked out “I sorry” left his lips, you put together the look in his eyes, and unexpected crying, and the clutched stuffie, and immediately realized what was happening. Your boyfriend had slipped right into his littlespace, a littlespace that you were completely unaware of, and was absolutely distraught. You had been a caregiver in a previous relationship, and you quickly controlled your shocked face, bringing him as close to you as possible and gently stroking through his hair. 

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. You’re safe, angel, nothing to be sorry for. I’ve got you, you’re going to be alright.” 

It took a lot of repetitive words and soft praises for Johnnie to relax, his crying eventually slowing when he realized that you weren’t upset with him, and that you were still there and still loving him despite his newfound headspace. He wrapped himself back around you, seeming to become a very quiet little. You were more than excited to get to know him in his headspace, so excited to get to love and spoil a little one, as it had been a long time. Less than an hour later, the two of you were still curled up next to each other, you simply hugging your little boy and whispering sweet nothings to him as he relaxed. You both enjoyed the quality time, and as it turns out, Johnnie is a very silent little, despite when he’s not upset. It wasn’t for another half an hour or so that you moved, and you probably wouldn’t have moved at all had it not been for Johnnie’s stomach growling. 

You held his hand as you walked to the kitchen, calling him the most adorable as he rubbed his eyes with a fist. You put some chicken nuggets in the oven for him, before you went to the bathroom and you helped him remove the makeup that he’d put on that morning. He hadn’t gone anywhere, but he put it on to cover the dark circles under his eyes. You were gentle but bubbly, and you noticed that your little loved to laugh, and giggled at every funny face you made at him. Dinner went quite smoothly, him eating all of it, which absolutely warmed your heart, as he hadn’t been eating much lately due to his depressive slump. 

Little Johnnie seemed to love food, and you were grateful for that, because you didn’t want dinner time to cause him to be upset again. After he had finished eating, you got him a popsicle from the freezer, wrapped it in a paper towel so his hands didn’t get cold, and tucked him in on the couch while you cleaned up the plate and put it into the dishwasher. He was wrapped up in a blanket, cuddled with his stuffie, and you sat down next to him as soon as you were done. You gently tapped through channels and shows as you waited for your little one to pick a cartoon he’d like to watch, finally settling on “Spongebob”, and he immediately wrapped himself back up in your arms. 

He’d been in a dark episode for a while, but now, it seemed like he was able to see the light at the end of it, and you couldn’t wait to be here to help him through it all.

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[solarwonux]

Love Letter To Miami || Jung Hoseok 

pairing: fashion designer!hobi x latin f!reader || exes to lovers au

Genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, slow burn, 

W.C: 18k

Warnings: slow burn, angst, lots of Miami references, maybe actually a little too much ( I am not sorry I miss home lol) alcohol, language, mentions of pregnancy, arguing. 

Thank you so much to @astronaut-jin-moon​ for beta reading this. It means a lot!

Synopsis: Hoseok unexpectedly uprooted his life in Miami for a chance to chase his life long dream. But he sacrificed the only thing that kept him rooted...you. 

Now, he’s back home after six years. 

AO3

a/n: Hello, I am back after 672389238 years. If you guys didn’t know I moved to the other side of the world on my own for work. I was supposed to finish this and upload it back in March. But settling down was harder than I expected and other factors came into play around April. So, this story is very near and dear to my hear. 

Please let me know your thoughts. I am also thinking about writing a second part. But again I am a full on adult now so it’s a bit harder to write as much as I used to. Still, I have no many ideas please let me know and thank you for taking the time to read this.

Enjoy!

Miami International Airport is Jung Hoseok’s least favorite place in the world.

It has nothing to do with the humidity seeping through the thick concrete walls, the smell of summer rain all year round. Or the crowds of spring breakers ready to ruin the lovely beaches he rarely frequented when growing up.

No, Miami International Airport is Jung Hoseok’s least favorite place in the world because it means he’s back home.

It’s not that Hoseok hates Miami per se. It’s home to his family and best friends, and how could he hate a place that harbor’s many of his favorite people?

Hoseok’s love-hate relationship with The Magic City has nothing to do with his upbringing, but everything to do with feeling out of place everywhere he went. It’s not like he didn’t fit in. Growing up he was loved by everyone, everywhere. His sunshine attitude and bright smile always managed to make everyone’s day a little bit brighter.

At school he wasn’t the odd one out, nor was he bullied for being different because everyone around him was. His classmates came from different backgrounds and different parts of the world. Some–like Hoseok–came from immigrant families, immigrant parents, or were even first-generation immigrants themselves. They flaunted, celebrated their cultures whenever they could, and spoke their native tongue with pride, not fear.

But yet, it wasn’t perfect. Miami, for many people including Jung Hoseok, was a safety bubble, despite the minor prejudices one would face when regarding the older generations. Still, it was safe and that’s why he needed to leave. At some point in his life, the comfort became almost suffocating. He knew the names of each street like the back of his hand. Even the ones he had yet to discover. Everywhere he went, every party he attended there was at least one person that knew of him.

Hell, even the workers at the Regal Kendall Cinema–the setting for his first kiss at fourteen–knew who the fuck he was.

It always started the same way:

“You’re Hoseok, right? Your cousin told my cousin’s friend, who told my friend’s friend, who told me that you’re studying fashion design right?”

It didn’t make sense to him, because Miami wasn’t the smallest place in the world. (See population of 454,279) Yet, somehow everyone just seemed to know each other?

Hoseok didn’t mind it at first. It’s what he was used to growing up. The local Publix workers loved to pinch his chubby cheeks and coo at him as if he were a doll. (He earned a few free cookies that way). He loved basking in the attention. But after the last New Year’s Eve he spent at home, the excitement he would always feel when counting down from ten and eating all twelve grapes the second the clock struck twelve. Seized to exist.

He couldn’t fake one of his dashing smiles any longer. He couldn’t ignore the growing doubt and regret in the pit of his stomach any longer. He felt stuck. Everything around him was slowing down. He was slowing down. Working at Trendy Studio didn’t fill him up with the same amount of joy it first did when he got the job. When his portfolio and designs were accepted with great admiration and care. That’s when he realized that he had finally finished outgrowing Miami.

So, that night after everyone had gone home and to bed. He stayed up, hovered over his desk, nursing a headache due to all four glasses of champagne he had snuck and practically chugged after his realization. He submitted his work resume anywhere he could find available. The only criteria was that it had to be far away from his safety net; Miami.

Here’s the thing. He was entirely surprised that he hadn’t had this realization sooner. As a child whenever Hoseok dreamed and envisioned his future, Miami, Florida was never a part of it. It was such a clear vision to him. Everything he did, every straight-A, every AP class, every college acceptance letter, every goal and award he received in life was meant to get him out. That is until he met you and his crystal clear vision of his future was replaced by you.

Well, let’s backtrack, it wasn’t exactly the moment he first laid eyes on you. Hoseok had known you far longer than he had loved you. You went to the same elementary, middle, and high school as him. Sometimes you even shared a class with him. To make matters worse, you went to the same ballet studio as his older sister–Jiwoo–did. And for years, until you turned fifteen and spontaneously quit; his mother–bless her heart–would give you a ride to the studio while your parents were too busy running the quaint gift store they named after you. Their pride and joy–next to your little brother of course–and the reason they made the life-altering move from Colombia to Miami when you were just two years old.

Hoseok grew up with you. He always thought of you as Jiwoo’s annoying best friend. He went to every single one of your ballet recitals. (He has no idea how he was able to sit through the Nutcracker every year.) He went to every single one of your dance competitions after you joined the school’s dance team with his sister. He saw you at your absolute worst; the hideous bob cut, the acne, the first time you got your period the summer before seventh grade, and the depressing year after you turned fifteen. He saw it all but never thought about it twice.

So, it surely came to him as a surprise when you kissed him in your backyard the day before the start of a new chapter; college.

After Jiwoo moved out years prior, the two of you surprisingly got closer. You found solace in him and in turn, he found it in you. Talks about hopes and dreams happened way more often than they should’ve, especially when filling out applications together. The two of you planned to move out and far away, but luck was never on either of your sides. Or maybe it was faith’s twisted way of bringing the two of you together, but neither of your families had the sufficient funds to be able to send you elsewhere. The money earned during part-time jobs, or the scholarships weren’t enough. So, at the last minute, the two of you applied for an in-state university. One that was fifteen minutes away from both of your homes, and got in. Staying together with not just each other but with your family and childhood friends.

Inseparable; until death do us apart…or something like that.

The romance didn’t bloom right away. For days you didn’t speak to him. Not even when he was doing you the favor of driving you to school. It wasn’t until weeks later when Namjoon called you out on your odd behavior around his best friend. You budged and confessed your lifelong crush on your best friend’s little brother.

To say that Hoseok’s ego wasn’t inflated would be an understatement. He felt like a King ready to rule a kingdom. It sparked something inside of him that for the better part of his life remained dormant until the night that you kissed him. It only got worse upon hearing your confession, prompting him to do the one thing he could think of, and he asked you out.

Hoseok had only gone on a number of first dates before you, but he made sure to pull out all the stops. The bouquet of roses much to your dismay was the first one. Then came the dinner at The Cheesecake Factory at Dolphin Mall, topping it off with the movie at the cinema just an escalator ride away. He even did the whole fake yawn, arm over the shoulders thing, and paid for the whole night.

No wonder he couldn’t afford college.

You didn’t make the effort to kiss him that night, leaving him utterly speechless and disappointed. For a second he thought he had fucked everything up. After going home he laid awake in bed, thinking of where he had gone wrong. Then his phone vibrated next to him with a text from you thanking him for the entire night. It erased all thoughts of failure and disappointment that he had. His heart swelled in his chest as he read the text over and over and over. Memorizing it to the point of reciting it word for word. Soon he was imagining a whole future with you, settling and forgetting his plans of leaving and never coming back.

It’s crazy how life works because he left. Six years ago to be exact and now he’s back. Not by choice but by obligation as best man to Park Jimin. As much as he wanted to decline the offer, he couldn’t do that to one of his best friends. Especially when it was Park Jimin–Mr. Casanova, Number One Heartbreaker of the 21st Century, Mr. I’m Never Settling Down, I’m Going to Be A Sugar Daddy When Grow Up–Park Jimin. He was finally tying the knot. And of course, it had to be to your cousin–Nathalie–of all people. It doesn’t stop there because to overcomplicate things further, you just had to be the maid of honor.

Jung Hoseok knew the decision he made in accepting the internship with Vogue Australia would have its pros and cons. One of the cons, the biggest one in his opinion, was that he had to move to the other side of the world. He had to make the choice in staying in his comfort bubble with his family, with his friends, with you. Or leave the only life he had ever known behind and start over in a foreign place like his parents did. It wasn’t easy, mainly because the issue lied in telling you.

So he chose not to. Not his best move, he admits, but he didn’t know what else to do. He spent weeks practicing whatever he wanted to say to you in the mirror. Yet, whenever he tried he just couldn’t. You were going through a hard time, and he didn’t want to add to all the troubles you were facing. Though he’s not sure how you finding out through your mother, who was told by his mother in a conversation entirely made up of Korean, Spanish, and broken English would’ve helped. He’s also not sure how refusing to answer your questions when you came running into the airport while he was in the line to check-in would’ve helped either. He also supposes that breaking off a five-year relationship entirely, after walking away and never looking back didn’t help either.

But he did that, and he had six years to repent for his sins. Probably more if Jimin hadn’t decided to switch it up on everyone and get married. He wasn’t ready. Six years away. Six years he spent watching his parent’s age through his phone screen. Six years in which he missed the birth of his first two nieces. Six years in which he secretly texted your mother every once in a while to see how you were; wasn’t enough to prepare him.

The twenty-hour flight wasn’t enough.

Your anger was one of his biggest fears because it was silent until you couldn’t hold it anymore and would explode. You had six years of anger, silently brewing inside of you. All directed towards him just like he deserved, and he wasn’t ready for any of it. Not the last-minute fittings, the bachelor party,  the rehearsal dinner, the wedding. Not the gawking from strangers that somehow knew him. The familiar streets he spent years driving down, or the spring breakers getting ready to destroy his beaches. Not his parents, his friends, or you.

Perhaps, he lied before. Miami International Airport is Jung Hoseok’s least favorite place in the world because it means he’s closer to you and the future with you that he selfishly left behind.  

Spring Break is the worst time of the year.

Not only are the normally overly crowded areas, more crowded than usual. But your hometown is filled with outsiders coming to destroy the most precious part of the city.

The beaches. Or more specially Miami Beach.

Now, it’s not like you actually liked going to the beach per say. There were a lot of factors to consider. For example the heat,  the humidity, and the white sand sticking onto your body like second skin due to the copious amounts of sunblock you’d lather yourself in. But most importantly it was the parking cost at Ocean Drive.

In your humble opinion $8 dollars was too much.

But watching the news during Spring Break broke your heart more than usual. College students let loose littering the streets and beaches. Taking advantage of their week of freedom to get drunk as hell and start destroying property left and right. The beach wasn’t your second home like most Miamians but it still held a special place in your heart.

Why Jimin and Nathalie wanted to get married during the most horrifying event of the year—next to Halloween of course—was beyond you. They’re both spontaneous and a little insane so it was poetically on brand for them. Still, you really wish they would’ve waited at least a week.

“This is going to be a disaster.” You mumble to yourself, slumping back on Jimin and Nathalie’s couch.

They invited you over to discuss wedding plans over pizza and ice cream, which ceased to exist. They had been all loved up in the light pink love seat of their living room, leaving you to witness it like a fly on the wall in pure and utter disgust.

Sometimes you think they do this on purpose. Invite you over with a promise of something only to rub it in that they’re completely head over heels for each other. It’s as if they were telling you to go out and find someone. But it’s not your fault that you’ve tried and all the men you’ve met are complete asshole’s, who don’t understand that in order to be friends with benefits. You have to do the friend part first.

“No, don't tell her yet.” Nathalie says doing a terrible job at keeping her voice low enough for you to hear. Though, you weren’t paying attention to anything they were saying earlier. You are now. And you have a terrible suspicion that they were talking about you.

“Tell me what?” You lift your head up enough to see them. Frozen in their embrace exchanging wide eyed looks and silently yelling at each other.

Jimin groans in annoyance, throwing his head back hitting the back side of the love seat. “I told you, you were being too loud.” He all but whines, throwing an arm over his eyes dramatically.

“I thought she was sleeping.” She retaliates by hitting his chest lightly, making him flinch.

You sit up crossing your arms. “She is still here. What aren’t you going to tell me yet?”

Nathalie clicks her tongue and stands up. “It’s not that important. Only that Hoseok just arrived in Miami and his parents are picking him up.” She shrugs her shoulders in nonchalance, strutting her way to the kitchen.

Oh.

“And he’s coming over later for pizza and ice cream and wedding stuff.” Jimin chuckles awkwardly at the end.

Oh.

With the way he has his eyes completely trained behind you. You know him and Nathalie are having a silent discussion. But that didn’t matter because your ex boyfriend. The person you once loved with all of your heart and you now loathe was coming and they didn’t want to tell you?

“I see.” You fall back on the couch again. Your silence is loud and it’s a little bit frightening at how well you took the news, they seemed to think. It’s indicated with the sighs of relief they both let out simultaneously. What they don’t know is that inside you’re completely falling apart.

It’s the weight of the situation, and you need to come up with an excuse fast in case he shows up in the next five minutes and you’re still here.

“Oh looks like I have to go. I forgot to feed my cat.”

You don’t have a cat and they know that so that excuse is off the table.

“Oh god. I totally forgot that I needed to clean my apartment.”

No, that one wouldn’t work. They know you strictly clean your apartment on Sundays to start the week anew. And it’s Friday night. Fuck!

In the end though, you pick the worst excuse out of the book. “No, it’s Friday. I forgot mom wanted me home for dinner since Danny is visiting from college.” You stand up, furrowing your brows so they know you’re serious. But you know them as well as you know your brother. And they know that he won’t be in town for another five days, which is why he can’t attend the wedding. But you won’t let them see you falter.

Your escape was now or never.

“Babes.” Nathalie sighs, dropping her hands to the side. Her face is morphed into pity and you hate that it is, because you know she’s only looking at you like that because Hoseok was mentioned. “You don’t have to leave, Jimin can tell him to come over tomorrow.”

You scoff brushing her off whilst grabbing your things from the coffee table. “Nah, it’s fine. I have things to do anyway. Joon is having a new artist come in and record soon. So I want to get the paperwork done as fast as possible.” Huh, maybe you should’ve used work as the excuse. It would’ve been more believable. They know you absolutely love your job at RKIVE RECORDS and they know that Namjoon—your boss—tends to overwork you sometimes.  They would’ve bought it in an instant. Plus they don’t need to know that you’ve finished the paperwork before coming over.

“But we still have to discuss the bachelorette party.” She pouts, clasping her hands in front of her begging like a child.

You offer a smile, grabbing your purse. “Drinks tomorrow at my place and we can discuss it then.” You walk towards her, tapping her nose lightly before looking back at Jimin who’s looking at you with equal amounts of pity.

God, when will this nightmare end.

You face Nathalie again, putting one hand over your mouth like you’re about to share your deepest darkest secret with her and use your thumb to point behind you.“We don’t want him to listen to how wild the night is going to be.” You joke, making his ears perk up.

“Hey, I said no stri—“

“Goodbye Jimin, I love you.” You say, stuffing your feet inside your shoes at their entrance. Opening the door before they continue their protests.

Needless to say, you're relieved that Hoseok is not standing on the other side when you do. You have a lot that you want to say to him. Six years worth of things that you’ve been wanting to say to him. But you wouldn’t know where to start. And yes, ignoring him would be impossible, but at least you’d have one more day to get all your thoughts in check.

This wedding was going to be a disaster.

Hoseok doesn’t know what he was expecting when he came over to Jimin’s place but it certainly wasn’t the cold shoulder and menacing glares from your cousin.

The discomfort settled deep within him as soon as he sat on the couch, sipping on the vanilla latte he had bought when exiting the airport. His parents had picked him up, tears filled their eyes as they reunited with tight hugs. Despite the jet lag he was currently experiencing and his mother’s protests to please go home with them so she can cook him the best home cooked meal in the world.

Hoseok still ended up at Jimin’s place, which now he wishes he hadn’t, but he had to attend to best man duties. Something about Jimin wanting to check his best man speech for the rehearsal dinner, just in case.

The trust his best friend had in him was miniscule. Hoseok had reassured the now blonde that he didn’t add anything embarrassing or widely inappropriate to the speech. It was mainly because he wasn’t done with it. But even if he was done, the idea of letting the entire world know that Jimin once had a threesome in a public jacuzzi back in college had not crossed his mind.

Maybe once.

“How’s Australia treating you?”

Hoseok jumps at the sound of Jimin’s voice. He’d been so focused in his thoughts and Nathalie’s glares that he had practically forgotten about the groom in the room.

He clears his throat, “It’s wonderful, I never want to leave.” He responds, setting down his empty cup on a coaster on the coffee table.

Nathalie scoffs before standing up in what seems to be like a protest, making Hoseok’s eyebrows come together at the center of his forehead. His mother’s home cooked meal sounds way better now than before.

Jimin sighs, watching his fiance make her way to the dining room before turning to face Hoseok. “Don’t mind her, she's stressed about the wedding.” He says, offering him an almost forced smile.

Hoseok sighs before leaning into the couch further, his nose jumping at the slightly familiar perfume it picks up. A scent he’s all but avoided for years, but still lives permanently implanted in his brain. It smells like you. Well you mixed with a hint of another cologne. A much manlier one than he’s ever worn, but he doesn’t let his mind dwell on that for too. It’s the only thing that lets him know that you could have possibly been here in the same spot he was in earlier. It helps him understand Nathalie’s coldness towards him.

He can’t stop himself from asking. “Jimin, I’ve been away for six years. I’m not stupid. She was here right? He leans his elbows against his thighs, peering at Jimin sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table.

The blonde sighs before throwing his head back in frustration. Sometimes he wishes his life was easier and drama free. Then again this was better than the new season of The Bachelor. “Naty and her were supposed to discuss bachelorette ideas since they’re both finally free. But she left as soon as she heard you were coming.” He confesses with a long deep sigh and Hoseok can’t help but feel awful.

Obviously he’s not forgotten what he did to you. It’s something that lives permanently rent free in his mind. He was a coward then and a coward now.

“You should’ve told me I would’ve come by another day.”

Jimin smirks only a little. Enough to know that he had been plotting something all along. “Kinda wanted to see the two of you in the same room before the rehearsal dinner. I love the two of you very much but you were the biggest douchebag for what you did to her and she’s obviously still angry. So maybe if you guys met beforehand you would just hash it out here and the rest of the week would run smoothly.” He shrugs in nonchalance that it almost fires Hoseok up.

Of course, he’s not going to admit that out of all the ideas Jimin has had in his life. This one seemed pretty reasonable. The only problem is, that it would've blindsided the two of you if you hadn’t found out that he was coming. And he’s sure that Jimin would’ve had to find a new best man to replace him if his plan had played out exactly the way he wanted it to.

“You’re fucking insane Jimin. Do you want to see me dead?” He says shrugging, leaning back into the couch again. His head swarming with thoughts of you, your smile and your laugh, and he’s come to realize that a part of him is a little disappointed that you weren’t here ready to murder him.

“I mean you deserve it.” Jimin chuckles before shutting his laptop and leaning his arms on top of it. “Your speech is fucking awful by the way.”

Hoseok springs up, arms up in the air in confusion. “Hey! I’ve worked on that thing for three weeks and made the revisions you asked for.” He counteracts. His frustration causes Jimin to finally break into a fit of laughter, making Hoseok pout.

“That’s the problem.” He says after calming down. “It’s too formal now. There’s no personality.”

Hoseok crosses his arms in front of him in protest. “I’m not rewriting it.”

“I didn’t ask you to rewrite it. I’m just saying maybe add something to make it more Hobi. Right now it reads like it was written by the fucking Duke of England or something.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He sighs in defeat.

“I’m telling you he’s not as attractive as he used to be.” Nathalie yells over the sound of your blow dryer. She’s sitting behind you on your bed, scrolling through her many pinterest boards. This one is named Appropriate Bachelorette Party Ideas.

Sadly, strippers dressed as firefighters were officially out of the question. But the penis shaped cake was not. Nor were the little penis straws and balloons. This all being your mom, her mom and Jimin’s mom’s idea. You swore their minds permanently lived in the gutter.

You shut off your blow dryer, placing it on the ground in front of you. “You don’t have to lie to me. Mom follows him on Instagram and she sends me pictures sometimes.” You grin at her through your full length mirror. “I’ve always known he was going to age like fine wine.” You joke, earning an eye roll from your cousin.

“He’s not even thirty. That saying doesn’t apply to him yet.” She shakes her head, turning her attention to her laptop again. “My statement still stands, he's not that good looking anymore.” She mumbles more to herself as she scrolls, making you laugh lightly.

You stand up, your hair half blown out and the other wet and curling. “You don’t have to lie to yourself just cause you’re being loyal to me.” You sit next to her on your bed. “You and I both know that he’s the best looking one out of our friend group.” You say bumping your shoulder against hers.

She looks up in alert, almost as if offended. “I think you’ve mistaken him for Jimin.” She scoffs, eyes full of hearts. This had been an ongoing joke between the two of you for years. Even before Hoseok left and she and Jimin got together. Back then her infatuation with Jimin was nothing but a school girl crush. So imagine your surprise when she told you months after they slept together that they were secretly seeing each other.

It had kept you up all night. Mainly because oddly it made you miss Hoseok. A feeling you had pushed away since the moment he turned around at the airport leaving you in tears. A feeling that returned last night as you met up with Yoongi for the third time in the span of a week. Nothing he did could get you out of your head so after many failed attempts of trying his hardest to give you the big O. The two of you just sat in your bed and talked.

Friends with benefits with more friends than benefits is the best way you could describe your relationship with the well renowned producer. He was a great listener and gave great advice and last night he had told you to just give Hoseok a piece of your mind. Even gave you some pointers. Some that you would take and some that you would totally avoid.

Like having hate sex.

You don’t hate Hoseok. You resent him. Plus wasn’t having sex with an ex something you should one hundred precent avoid?

“Whatever, I’m tired of boy talk Naty. Can we finally start planning before the mom’s take over and give us penis shaped everything.” You practically whine leaning your head against her shoulder, only to have her shove you off.

“Only if you agree to wear the lavender strappy dress.”

“But I can’t breathe in that dress. It’s so fucking tight.” You cross your arms in front of you pouting. She stays unfazed, scrolling through her pinterest board, your eyes pick up on makeshift photo booths. All with different themes.

“Idiot, it’s only for the pictures. Then we can change into our sweats and eat all the sweets.”

“I can’t believe you’re convinced that the moms won’t take us out to the club that day. It’s like you don’t know them at all.”

Nathalie rolls her eyes before putting her laptop to the side and turning to face you, putting both hands on your cheeks and squishing them. “Oh I know what they’re going to do. I overheard my mom and your mom on a three way call with Jimin’s mom the other day while I was over. They have it all planned out. But I’m limiting them to one club, so please wear the dress.”

You sigh, shoving her hands away standing up. “It’s like I didn’t grow up with you. I know one club means like five in your head.” You say walking to your full length mirror and sitting down on the floor again. “Fine, but that means I’m cutting you off after three drinks. I don’t want you hungover at the rehearsal dinner.”

“With how things are going with you. I think it will be the other way around.”

Hoseok doesn’t miss clubbing and he doesn’t miss clubbing in Miami. Most importantly he doesn’t miss clubbing in Miami during spring break.

It’s awful here. E11EVEN has never looked more crowded. There’s barely space to walk, or breathe. The humidity doesn’t help either.

It’s been two days since he’s arrived in Miami. And his days have been filled with fixing his sleep schedule. Helping his mom around the house and staring at the blank document that’s supposed to contain his best man speech.

He can’t write anything. All his best ideas have been turned down by the groom himself. He has no fucking idea how to make something more Hobi. He just is Hobi. Truly, he wishes he never came back home. His days have been filled with nothing but disappointment and memories he’d rather forget. Just last night he went for a walk around the block and ran into your mother walking your family dog, who coddled him to no end. Acting like he didn’t betray her only daughter.

Acting like he was still part of the family.

She talked his ear off for almost an hour and nothing Hoseok did to get away worked. It also didn’t help that your family and his were neighbors. So escaping home wasn’t an excuse because then they’d just end up walking the same way.

It was good to see her though. She still looked the same with some new wrinkles here and there, but still the same.

Now, he’s at a club with Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung, all celebrating the groom’s bachelor death. Something none of them saw coming. Needless to say he’s overwhelmed. His sleep schedule still needs a good fix and the music is blaring against his eardrums, so he can’t think properly. Though, it’s probably due to the fact that he’s a little over four drinks in and well on his fifth one.

It’s too early to tell if he’ll regret this later on, but a part of him is sensing it already.

“We have to go.” Jungkook yells over the music as he leans over the table with his forearms. The rest of the men sitting in a booth babysitting their drinks with absolutely no energy to go out onto the dance floor unlike the youngest who's been breaking a sweat every time his favorite song comes on.

His words catch their attention and Jimin sits up straighter than before. “Why?” He yells, cupping his hands over his mouth like that’s going to help him with volume. It doesn’t, but somehow the younger male picks up on his confusion.

“The girls are here. I just saw Tae’s wife trying to twerk.” He says turning to face the brunette. “Sorry dude, she kinda sucks at it.” He adds apologetically, earning an eye roll from the man in question.

“Don’t look at her then.” He retorts, crossing his arms in front of him, turning to face the crowd in an obvious search for his wife of three years.

Jimin though springs up fast, standing on his toes with a huge smile on his face. “I knew they were going to come here. This is the club Nathalie and I hooked up in, in the bathroom.” He says like it’s the best love story in the world and not the most unhygienic one. Though, Hoseok can’t judge. Once post break up he had sex with some random girl in a dirty bathroom club. Worst experience of his life. One he will never ever ever bring up again.

“Dude, the whole point of a Bachelor party is to not meet your future wife at hers.” Jungkook yells in annoyance, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth, playing with his lip ring.

“Who fucking cares.” This time it’s Taehyung who speaks, standing up and checking his reflection in the black vinyl wrapped column behind him. No doubt ready to go hit on his wife. It’s entirely obvious that Jimin has the same idea because the second he spots his fiancé wearing a pink beaded necklace with a bunch of tiny penises dangling around it. He’s running out onto the dance floor with Taehyung trailing closely behind.

Jungkook plops down next to Hoseok sighing in defeat. “We’ve lost them, they’re fucking whipped man.” He shakes his head, placing his elbows in front of him on the table.

“Yeah.” Hoseok answers halfheartedly. He doesn’t mean to give Jungkook such a half assed answer but he’s finally spotted you. Finally saw you in person for the first time in six years, laughing at the way Nathalie and Taehyung’s wife jumped when their significant others snuck up on them. Both of them earned well deserved hard slaps against their chest.

You’re wearing the most beautiful dress. Lavender and strappy and it hugs your body just right. He notices that you look a bit more skinnier than before and it makes his heart sink a little because grabbing onto you was his favorite thing in the world. Still you look so good. So damn good that he’s starting to regret ever leaving for Australia in the first place and finally starting to enjoy the fact that he’s back home.

That is until your eyes meet his. And they’re only met with one thing.

Pure solicited rage.

Hoseok gulps and quickly downs his drink. Already mapping out a route so he can get his sixth one.

Jungkook whistles next to him, slapping an arm around his shoulder making Hoseok jump. “I saw that, you’re fucked dude.” He laughs nervously, patting his shoulder gently. The action lacks all the comfort in the world. But it’s a nice gesture? He thinks.

“Trust me I know.”

You’ve managed to avoid Hoseok for a good thirty minutes. After meeting his eyes for a brief second you did everything in your power to disappear, pushing your way to the bar.

That is until a gin and tonic appears in front of you.

“Yoongs, I didn't order this.” You look up. The smirk you’ve come to know well over countless nights of meaningless pleasure, greets you. The cute bartender was the reason why you convinced Nathalie to come here tonight. He was in your bed last night and always gave you and the girls free drinks because of your very transactional relationship with him.

Yoongi shrugs, placing the white rag over his shoulders and leaning against the bar with his elbows. “I know but he did.” He nods his head towards the left, making you shift your gaze in that direction. Only to regret it when your eyes find Hoseok’s behind his yellow tinted shades.

He looks different, a different kind of different. A different that screams expensive. Dripping with confidence. “Don’t leave me here alone, Yoongi.” You rush out. He catches onto the panic laced behind your voice and that only makes him smile wider.

He leans into you, lips hovering over your ears. “Can’t believe you’ve replaced me already. Was last night really that bad?” He jokes, before pushing himself away from the counter and the drink towards you, walking away.

He’s cynical.

You groan, threading your fingers through your hair in frustration. “Don’t do that you’re going to mess up your hair.” You jump, Hoseok now standing next to you leaning against the bar, looking everywhere but you.

“Doesn’t matter, nights’ already ruined anyway.” You sigh, grabbing a hold of your drink and taking a sip. You’d be an idiot to decline a free drink.

“Ouch, that hurt.”

You ignore him, making him fall silent. The music pounding around the two of you, acting as a buffer for the awkwardness floating around the two of you. All the things you’ve been wanting to say to him since that night disappear with your confidence. Drowned out by the two gin and tonics you drank earlier.

And just like always, Hoseok breaks the silence.

At least one thing is still the same.

“You look nice.” He says, leaning in slightly for you to hear him. His glass of whisky sits untouched in between his hands.

“Thanks.” You answer, placing your drink down and finally turning to face him.

Mistake number one.

He looks better up close and unfamiliar which makes your stomach drop a little. Once upon a time you always believed that no matter what. Hoseok would always be someone familiar to you. Now, you’re being proved wrong and because you never admit defeat. You’re blaming it on the alcohol, his simple black t-shirt, light washed jeans and the orange tinted glasses, sitting on the bridge of his nose.

“You too.”

This is awkward. More awkward than what the two of you expected, because a part of Hoseok and you still assumed that everything would be the same. Regardless of what happened. It was a conversation the two of you would often have. Full of what if’s, and false fantasies. That ended up becoming reality.

“How have you been?” This time it's you who breaks the silence, catching Hoseok off guard. That much is obvious since his eyes grow wide. You’ve never been one to initiate a conversation. At least not during the first few months of your relationship. The minute you started getting comfortable with him. Nothing in the world could shut you up and your tangents about everything and anything.

He takes a sip from his drink. And it burns down his throat. Obvious that it wasn’t very diluted. “I’ve been good.” He shrugs, mentally slapping himself because that is what he could come up with? A generic ass answer when he has endless stories about the last six years, that he’s always been wanting to tell you.

“And you?” He clears his throat, setting his glass down and running his index finger over the rim.

You nod, biting down on your straw in contemplation. Small talk was never your forte but it is your fault for starting it up.

You should have run away the second Yoongi placed the drink in front of you. You would’ve dealt with the embarrassment later. It would’ve been better than your current situation.

“I’ve been good too.” You answer, nodding, folding your hands on top of the bar, shifting your eyes from his, to his nose and then the wall of expensive liquor behind the bar.

“That’s good, I’m happy you’re doing well.” He all but whispers and it's amazing how you’re still able to hear him over the loud thumping of the bass. “Do you come here a lot?” Another stupid question. He might as well just publish a whole book series on them, because apparently he’s filled with a lot. Can you blame him? Yes, you can because he didn’t have to come to you. He could’ve stayed with Jungkook and listened to him complain about how he isn't pulling enough girls like usual. Or he could’ve found you.

So, he chose to do the latter. And now he’s regretting it. Only a little bit though. You look so pretty in your lilac dress, your cheekbones, arms and cleavage sparkling with the kind of glitter usually used for music festivals. Letting him know that your kid-like spirit is still alive. Something he feared you would lose on the night he left you broken and pleading on the airport floor.

His guilty conscience will never let himself forget it.

“I don’t.” You finally answer, pushing your drink away. In a different circumstance you would’ve finished it. Now, finishing it would be a mistake because once it was empty he would order you another one. Not necessarily trying to get you drunk. He knew your limit better than yourself, but more out of chivalry.

“Oh, then how do you know the bar guy?”

You should’ve known this question was going to come. Yoongi always made sure everyone knew you and him were somehow intertwined. Whether it was subtly or in the most obvious way possible.

“Work.” You say, like it's the most obvious thing, but then when you spot the confusion written all over Hoseok’s face. You realize that what you just said didn’t make sense at all, so you clear your throat to clarify. “Yoongi is a producer at RKIVE, he only bartends on the weekends for his brother.”

“Ah, that makes sense as to why the two of you are so close.”

“We aren’t that close.” You say, waving him off. It’s a lie, he’ll be able to know that it’s a lie with one look. Which is why you avoid his eyes all together.

“Please he’s basically eating me alive right now with one look.” He scoffs, taking another sip of his whisky. He usually only drinks one but maybe today’s the day he makes some changes. “And he smells like you.” He adds, hardening his face to keep himself from pouting.

“Okay, so maybe we hook up sometimes.” You say, raising your voice a little bit. “Why does that matter to you?”

Hoseok grips his glass with one hand, while pushing his glasses up with his other one. “You’re right it doesn’t matter to me.” He says before standing up from the barstool. Rethinking his choices and reasonings from before. He definitely regrets coming up to you. He was already suspicious about your relationship with the bartender, when he saw him lean into you a little too close for his own comfort. Hearing the confirmation come from your mouth makes him feel even worse. Then again, this is all his fault and his price to pay.

He should’ve just stayed with Jungkook.

The neon lights and cigarette smoke are distorting his reality. Hoseok thinks.

Are your arms really wrapped around his neck, reeling him in? Or is this a figment of his imagination? Is your body so close to his that he can smell the scent of your perfume?

Daisy by Marc Jacobs

It’s still the same and it's driving him insane. Apart from the heat of your body dancing so close to him. His hands are on your waist. Like they belong there, because they once did.

He’s not sure if you're conscious about what you’re doing. If your smile is a fake one or not. If you’re letting the lights, the music, the smoke, the alcohol that you consumed–provided by your kind friend Yoongi–is also distorting your reality. If that’s the case. He should be the bigger person and push you away. You get touchy and needy when drunk, making a part of you want him right now. He knows that when the sun is up and you’re a bit more sober, you won’t want him anymore.

Still, it feels good to be wanted by you again. None of the others that came after you could compare to what you would make him feel back then. What he is currently feeling right now.

On top of the world, wearing rose colored glasses to hide away from his reality.

“Let’s get out of here.” You lean closer to his ear, yelling over the music. A weird remix of Usher’s DJ’s Got Us Falling In Love Again.

How fitting.

He should say no. You don’t want this, he knows this. But his heart is yelling louder than the pounding of the bass against his eardrums. So, he caves into his desires, knowing very well he will suffer during the morning after.

“Okay,” He agrees, pulling you closer, letting your head fall against his shoulder.

Karma is going to come for him just like he deserves.

When Hoseok left, he left everything he could ever want behind. His parents, his sister, his cousins, his dog, his friends and his future with you. That’s why he closed himself off. For the longest time he lived on auto pilot.

Gym, work, home. Hit the clubs every Friday to Sunday and sleep with someone new almost every weekend. There were no feelings involved. He never allowed himself that luxury because they were all left behind when he boarded the plane. He never treated his weekend conquests like they were pieces of gum on the bottom of his shoes. A luxury weekend away in one of those fancy five star hotels. Penthouse suite and all. They dined like kings and queens, took advantage of the room service, mini fridge and luxury spa. He made sure they felt special for at least a little while. And plus there was an unspoken rule. Everyone involved knew that nothing more would come out of the weekend.

So maybe he’s just confused. Or maybe he forgot how to be with someone that he genuinely likes, because you're straddling his lap, with your lips attached to his neck. And he genuinely is frozen with his hands by his side, and his heart in his throat. He only knows that he is still alive because he can smell the alcohol from your breath.

“Why are you acting so weird?” You pull away, flipping your hair to the side and resting your palms on top of his chest. You’re aware that sleeping with your ex is a hard no in the rule book. Especially one that absolutely destroyed you. But tonight you don’t care. Yoongi was an asshole earlier and Hoseok looks so good. Your moral compass might be five steps out the door. But after tonight.

After the wedding.

Hoseok will go back to Australia and you will go back to lying to yourself. Sleeping with Yoongi because you’re trying so hard to avoid the heartbreak Hoseok caused you, instead of confronting it like you should.

“I’m not, it’s just–” He stops, bringing his eyes up to your face. He’s searching, he has that look on his face. The one you know so well because whenever he didn’t know what to say he would just look at you, eyes running between yours and past them, searching for the right thing to say.

“Haven’t slept with anyone in the past ten years?” You quirk an eyebrow.

It finally clicks , his face morphs into disbelief before gently pushing you off his lap, leaving you stunned, confused and a little bit heartbroken. Maybe he didn’t want you after all. The reality check kicked in, hitting you harder than it should have as he rolled his eyes while standing up. It should’ve been your signal to just shut your mouth, but you are stubborn. A fact you and Hoseok know very well.

“Hit a nerve didn’t I?” You sit up on the once perfectly made bed, tugging your knees in and wrapping your arms around them, avoiding his gaze. Maybe you didn’t want to see the evident anger in them or maybe you didn’t want to know the truth. That he actually found solace in someone else that wasn’t you. So you braced yourself for the hit in your gut.

It never comes. Instead he lets out a sigh, the bed dips next to you, making you look up at him again. His angry eyes morphing into understanding as he props himself up against the headboard. “I was nervous about seeing you again.” He whispers, looking down at the white duvet. The tiny stitches serve as his focal point. “I didn’t know what to expect, I didn’t know if I should say hi or ignore you. I didn’t know if I should go up to you and ask you how you were. Or if I should apologize for what I did even if it was six years too late. But I saw you tonight and I completely forgot myself.” He confesses, shaking his head lightly, letting out an almost soundless chuckle.

“W-”

Hoseok holds his hand up, stopping you from continuing whatever you were going to say. Something he never dared to do when you were together. He always let you speak your mind and get your word in before he said something himself. He valued your opinion and never let you run away from your emotions. But that was six years ago, this is now. And the now Hoseok was completely different in every sense of the word..

“Leaving you behind was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life. It wasn’t leaving my mom, dad, Jiwoo or the guys, it was you. I tried telling you many times, but I just couldn’t, because we were talking about getting married and the names for our kids and the nice little house by our parents houses. And it was suffocating. I couldn’t stay here but I couldn’t take you with me either. Your life was already here, that dream that you had of going somewhere else was gone because of me, and the comfort we found in each other. So, I couldn’t tell you and I couldn’t leave you and the only solution I saw was to just disappear.” He finishes, finally looking up at you. He knew what he was going to find and the anger was burning brightly. Even though you were older, you were still the same firecracker he grew up and fell in love with.

You scoff, “You’re unbelievable.” You stand up, fixing your dress, shaking your head. “You’re so fucking unbelievable it makes me want to scream.” You walk up to the window, a humorless laugh escaping your now smudged blood red lips. “I was fucking miserable after you left, and I can’t believe that you’ve actually convinced yourself that you did the right thing by not telling me. Do you think I wouldn’t have let you go? Do you think I would’ve begged you to not leave me like some hopeless little girl? Because you’re so wrong.” You turn around, arms crossed in front of your chest, pulling in tighter for comfort. “I didn’t want to have this conversation now or maybe ever. I don’t want to say something I don’t mean because of all the anger I have towards you that’s just been inside of me for the past six years. But let's have it because you have no idea how much I truly do hate you.”

The bite shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did, he thought he was over you. He thought he was healed enough to hear you say the one word he hoped he’d never have to hear come out of your mouth. Yet, there it was, lingering in the air like poison.

“You didn’t do me any favor by not telling me. Instead, you destroyed me. I spent so long searching for answers by myself because you wouldn’t answer any of my texts, calls or emails. All I wanted was some sort of explanation so I could stop the hate that I have for you from growing even further. And I couldn’t, instead I just let it grow.” You wrap your arms around yourself tighter, swallowing hard to keep your voice from trembling due to all the different emotions growing inside of you. “And it took me so long to just accept the fact that you never really loved me as much as I loved you.”

“That’s not true, I–”

You hold up your hand just like he had done to you. You let him have the floor but now it was your turn, “No you didn’t because if you did you wouldn’t have left the way you did. You wouldn’t have pretended like I didn’t exist when I was simply just asking for an explanation that day. You wouldn’t have ignored me because it felt better to not confront your mistake.”

“I couldn’t stay, I was fucking dying knowing I was going to die in a place I never considered home.” He said, breaking his composure, finally letting the screw of the bottle break loose.

“And do you think I ever considered this place my home?” You throw your hands up in the air. “I didn’t go to New York for school because of you, I turned down the scholarship to my dream school because of you but I had somehow convinced myself that because I had you I would always be home even if it meant being stuck in the suburbs of Miami for the rest of my life. It brought me comfort that maybe one day together we could decide to leave everything behind and just go. But we didn’t ever get the chance to explore that topic because you already had a plan for your future and it never involved me.”

“You don’t know how wrong you are.” Hoseok bites back standing up. The bed keeps the two of you apart. He wasn’t oceans away anymore, but somehow he felt even farther from you now that he was in the same room as you. It was stupid to expect that everything was going to be fine. “Even now, after ten years you’re still the only one I see myself growing old with. I fucked up, I was young, but I’ve had many sleepless nights beating myself up about it. I’m sorry, I’m sorry for not telling you, I’m sorry for thinking that maybe your life would be so much better without me. I’m sorry for not feeling guilty after I realized how much happier I was in Australia, but even then I still wish I had you with me. And I will always want you with me.” He breathes out, rounding the corner of the bed, finally standing in front of you.

“I will never stop being sorry, and I know you won’t forgive me for as long as you live. I knew that if I told you I wouldn’t have been able to go, because it would’ve only taken you to tell me to go, to not go. You would have supported me through and through, but it just felt easier to just leave and disappear. I loved you so much, more than everything I have ever loved in my life. But I knew our reality. I knew that phone calls wouldn’t have been enough. I knew that slowly we would drift apart and I couldn’t go through that. I couldn’t stomach the fact that we would’ve become perfect strangers over time, that we would’ve slowly dissolved into nothing. I didn’t want you to be fine and then start hurting over time. I didn’t want to fight and not be there physically to make it right.” He stops in front of you, hands by his side, eyes dropping low in a gentle form of sadness.

“But we could’ve talked, we could’ve figured something out. For a while after you left I just wanted to talk to you and listen to how amazing Australia was. But you pushed me out like I meant nothing, and it fucking hurt Hobi.” You choke out, looking away. You always hated crying in front of him, because he would try everything in his power to make you feel okay.

Right now you don't want to feel okay.

“I know and I will never stop apologizing for it, but don’t you think it would’ve been harder if we just became strangers over time while still being in each other’s lives?”

You shake your head. “I just don’t think it would’ve happened, we always had faith in each other when we were together. Why was this any different? I know we would’ve somehow made it work.”  You suck in a breath, closing your eyes, as the tears slowly fall down. Hoseok’s hand itches to reach out to you and wipe them away, but he doesn’t have the right to anymore. So, he stuffs his hands in his pocket.

“Maybe I just didn’t trust myself. Changes are scary and I was uprooting my entire life for a dream that I wasn’t even sure would come true. I was scared that you’d think less of me if I didn’t achieve it or that you’d get frustrated with me. Or that I would resent you for some reason. I guess it just felt easier for you to hate me.” He sighs.

“I wouldn’t have let you.” You shrug, wiping your tears away. “I would’ve taken the first flight to you if I knew you were having a hard time.

Hoseok lets out a humorless chuckle, angry at himself, “That was the problem. I couldn’t have asked you to do that. I had to start over from scratch but I couldn’t ask you to do the same for me. You were growing and finally doing something that you liked. You were starting to finally enjoy your life outside of me. I couldn’t have asked you to drop the comfort of your inner support system just to be with me, because then you really would have resented me. I know you say now that you wouldn’t have, but it happened to our parents when they moved here. Who's to say it wouldn’t have happened to us?”

You shrug, furrowing your brows into the stubborn look he knew so well. “I don’t know but we would’ve figured it out.”

“We wouldn’t have, it would’ve been something that would have gradually built over time. And I couldn’t lose you in that way.”

You scoff, pushing past him, walking quickly towards the door of his hotel room. You were done, said everything you needed to say. You had no business in staying somewhere you weren’t ever welcomed in. Wordlessly you put on your heels without tying the buckle, and grab the handle of the door. His gaze burns holes into your smooth back.

“At the end of the day you still did.” You say turning the handle before turning to face him again. “It was nice seeing you again Hoseok, I hope Australia was everything you had ever dreamed for.” You open the door as he opens his mouth to say one more thing. He couldn’t let you leave again. At least not in this way.

“I think it’s best if we don’t talk to each other for the rest of the weekend.” You swallow, stopping for a second almost as if you had something else to say but decide against it. “Fitting is tomorrow at 10am, don’t be late or I’ll have to listen to Nathalie have another meltdown.”

That was the last thing you said to him before walking out of his life. It was Earth shattering, everything between the two of you left unresolved and worse. Farther apart than before and it was suffocating. Maybe Miami wasn’t the problem in the first place, maybe it was always him. Either way if this was how you felt when he left you behind. Then truly he was the biggest asshole he had ever had the unfortunate privilege of knowing.

This hurts more than the heaviness of life itself.

Nathalie lets out a deep sigh for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. You had tried to ignore it at first but it was really starting to get on your nerves. Especially because you knew she had something to say and instead of just going out and saying it, she was waiting for you to ask.

Why did everyone always expect you to reach out first?

“If you have something to say just say it.” You mention, looking at yourself in the mirror once again. The sage green, off the shoulder bridesmaid dress wasn’t very flattering on your form. But this wasn’t your wedding, you weren’t there to make a statement in the loveliest gown that made you feel on top of the world. It was once your dream, now you aren't so sure it will ever become a reality.

Nathalie sighs sitting down on the velvet couch with her wedding dress unzipped, gently clinging onto her body. It was tight. The wedding diet she had been on was apparently ruined by Jimin with all the delicious food he had been cooking for dinner recently.

“I saw you leave with Hobi last night, anything happen?”

There it was the million dollar question that everyone and their mothers wanted the answer to.

You sigh, reaching behind you to unzip the dress. It was now suffocating, too tight around your ribcage making it impossibly hard for you to breathe. “Nothing happened, we talked.”

Nathalie cocked an eyebrow, “Only talked?”

You hum, letting out a small sigh of defeat, dropping your arms by your side. “More like fought.” You shrug trying to seem as unbothered as possible. The truth was that after you left you went to see Yoongi. Hoping to let out some steam. But as soon as he saw the state you were in. He brought you inside and let you cry on his couch, while he watched a movie on Disney+.

When you were done, he paused the movie and finally spoke to you, harshly. In a way he had never spoken to you before. A slap in the face but a much needed one. Making you come to your senses. It took everything in you to not call Hoseok again and apologize. But just as you were about to dial his number you realized that you had nothing to apologize for. Everything you had said and felt was valid.

So, you just stayed on his couch, makeup smudged all over your face as you continued watching the movie he was watching. It was where you woke up this morning, joints aching in discomfort, listening to Yoongi’s soft footsteps as he prepared for the day ahead of him. At the sight of you he didn’t say anything, didn’t make fun of your appearance. Instead, he simply gave you a bowl of raisin bran cereal, a meticulous sliced orange and a large cup of coffee. Telling you to drink up and energize since the day you had ahead of you was long.

He was right, it had only been one hour and you already wanted to go home. “Just fighting, not hot and steamy make up–” She pauses for a second and looks around, putting her hand to the side of her mouth “--sex.” She whispers, sending you a mischievous wink.

You roll your eyes before looking at yourself in the mirror again, cringing at how unflattering the color looks on you. “You’re annoying.”

Your cousin lets out a loud laugh before putting her hand over her mouth. “It totally did happen.” She practically squeals. “I knew something must’ve happened, the two of you were practically clinging onto each other when you left and your eyes are so fucking swollen. Must’ve been a wild night.” She rambles, standing up and holding her dress up to her body, jumping in front of you. “You have to tell me everything, was it the same or better than before?”

You close your eyes in frustration, “Naty,” you start, balling your hands at your sides “Nothing fucking happened, we made out for a little bit and then we fought. He practically told me he left to save me from him or some stupid reason like that.” You sigh, looking up at the sky blinking a few times. “He basically hinted that I wasn’t enough of a reason for him to stay and then I left, went to Yoongi’s and now I’m here.”

Her face drops, bottom lip protruding outward. “Well, did you at least sleep with Yoongi?” She cocks her head to the side, making a small smile appear on your face. You know she’s only asking to lighten up the situation.

You shake your head before sitting down on the pink crushed velvet couch of the fitting room. It had only been the two of you for the past hour, the rest of her bridal party had left with your mom’s and Jimin’s mom’s for an early lunch. The two of you stayed replaying that small fantasy the two of you had as children while playing with your mom’s fancy dresses. It had been fun until reality kicked in.

“If you can count sobbing on his couch while he ignored me and watched Thor sleeping with him then yes.” Your smile widens as she falls next to you pulling you into a bone crushing hug, her dress slipping down, revealing her nude strapless bra.

The two of you stay like that, laughing for a while. Recounting the end of your night as best as you could. It was absolutely amazing how much your heart was still broken after six years. Maybe that’s what happens when you truly lose the only love of your life.

“I’m sorry for inviting him.” She whispers after a few minutes of quiet.

You look down at her for a split second before looking up at the mirror in front of you. Maybe the color didn’t look as bad on you as you had once thought. “It’s fine,” you pause before smiling down at her again. “I’ll be fine.”

“Bu–”

“Naty, I survived six years without him. I can make it a lifetime. I'll be fine. I’m okay.” You try to say as reassuringly as possible. Though, you know she’s not entirely convinced she drops the subject before standing up and extending her hands out to you.

“We still have like six hours to kill before the rehearsal dinner. Want to disappear for a while?”

You grab her hands letting her pull you up. “Does it involve ice cream?”

“Is that even a question?” She playfully rolls her eyes and lets go of your hands, before disappearing behind the curtain to the actual changing room leaving you alone in the lobby of the private room.

Maybe disappearing and pretending like nothing was wrong was what you needed now. As much as you wanted to, it would've been impossible to ignore your ex boyfriend for the rest of the weekend. Thankfully you hadn’t needed to see him this morning as Jimin and his groomsmen were in a separate room. Just knowing that he was a door away after everything that had conspired between the two of your hours before. Made you feel uneasy.

You didn’t lie to Nathalie. Hoseok was your past and who knows who your future would be. You had done well surviving without him all these years. A weekend wasn’t going to break you.

“If you want to say something you should just say.” Hoseok says to Jimin who was sitting on the steps of the private fitting room in front of him. Hoseok ignores him, fixing the lapels of his black formal tux. The dainty little sage green pocket square was a bit unsettling to his eyes. Not that he didn’t like the color, it was fairly nice. But he also knew you had been the one to suggest it. Afterall it was one of the color options you wanted for your own wedding.

Jimin’s eyes go wide, almost like he’s been caught. “I have nothing to say, what makes you think I have something to say? I’m perfectly at peace sitting here admiring your handsome features. Has anyone told you that you are handsome? I bet your mom did a lot when you were younger, it must've been nice to grow up with lovely parents. You know I only had my mom after my dad die–”

“Jimin,” Hoseok exclaims, shooting him a glare at his rambling. Jimin did that every time he lied, which is why he didn’t do it often. “I don’t need to hear your life story again. Just say what you want to say before the guys come back.”

Jimin sighs, pushing himself off the floor. “Did something happen last night with you an–”

“No,” he interrupts him before he can finish asking and it throws him off his course again.

“Are you sure? Naty, I and the entire fucking planet saw the two of you leaving last night. Giggling like drunk little teenagers very obviously sneaking away.” He pauses for a second, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger, “you know if you guys did something that's okay. Sometimes in moments of weakness between two exes things happen. That’s completely normal, I just hope that…you know… were safe and it was consensual and like the two of you know it was just a one time thing since you’ll be going back to Australia at the end of the month.” He finishes, nervously stuffing his hands into the pocket of his slacks.

His suit jacket had been off for hours and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone, while the sage green silk tie hung untied around his neck. Hoseok was grateful he didn’t have to wear one, it would’ve made walking down the aisle with you in his arms ten times harder than it already was going to be. The unfortunate privilege of him being the best man and you the maid of honor. Ignoring you was simply just impossible that much had been proved to him last night.

Last night. The first sleepless night he had in a while. He wasn’t sure if Jimin’s statement had irritated him or if he was already irritated from his lack of sleep.

Either way, even if Jimin always means well, Hoseok was beyond annoyed now. “We didn’t sleep together, Jimin.” Hoseok looks away from the mirror and at his best friend. “We were going to but I got in my head about it and then we started talking and then we fought. And honestly I might’ve fucked it up more than it already was in the first place.” He says, pulling off his suit jacket. It was hot. Maybe it had to do with the bright lights shining down on the two of them or maybe it was just him.

Jimin stood silent for a second before opening his mouth again. “What did you say, did you apologize?”

Hoseok lets out a bitter laugh before finally deciding that the suit jacket was perfect and shrugging it off, tossing it on the pink crushed velvet couch. It was so annoyingly pink that it actually hurt his eyes.

“I did, but then I couldn’t stop. I tried explaining myself and why I did what I did but I just ended up making everything worse.” Hoseok claims before sitting down on the steps in front of the wall of mirrors. There were at least three versions of him staring back at him and each single one of them looked worse than the other. Reflecting all his inner turmoil perfectly.

He was a fucking mess.

“Do you know how it feels when you hear the only person you have ever loved tell you they hate you and for very valid reasons?” He looks up at the groom, tired eyes shifting into deep sadness. He didn’t have to pretend in front of Jimin. At least not anymore. Nor did he want to because it was honestly getting exhausting. He had lived his life pretending for the past ten years. Pretending that his life was better when only certain parts of it were. Pretending that he didn’t have a gaping hole inside of his heart.

“Did she say that?” Jimin whispered, taking a seat next to his best man.

“She did but she didn’t need to, I already knew she did, but just hearing her say it made it so much more real.” Hoseok sighs and looks up at the ceiling, blinking away the spots of light in his vision and the tears that had started to form.

When he left to australia he had only let himself cry for a full month. He refused to cry after that month no matter how hard life was progressively getting. After last night all he wanted to do was cry and scream and disappear again.

Jimin puts his arm around his shoulders patting him softly. “If it makes you feel better Nathalie and I once broke up and she said those exact words to me. They’re awful, but we made it work and look at us now.” He whispers.

Hoseok shakes his head, looking down at his palms. “We aren’t like you and Nat. We were never meant to be together forever. It was stupid to ever dream that we could ever be each other’s forevers. Once she decides on something, she doesn’t go back. Which is why I know she will hate me for the rest of her life and I guess it’s just something I have to live with. I thought I was helping out by leaving, because I was afraid that I would lose her overtime. But in the end I ended up doing just that and this time there’s no chance of reconciliation, because that is something she doesn’t want.” He finishes, letting the sought out tears fall onto his open palms.

He’ll cry just for now, just for this moment and then he’ll pick himself up again. Just like he had been doing all this time.

Jimin pulls him into a hug. “I don’t believe that’s true. I’m sure that one day the two of you will sit down together and really talk it out. No bad blood between the two of you. I’m sure she doesn’t actually hate you. If she did she wouldn't have gone to Australia three years ago to attend the grand opening of your studio.” He spills in a hushed tone, making Hoseok’s eyes grow wide as he quickly turns to face him.

“You’re fucking with me, I would’ve seen her if she was there.” Hoseok scoffs, pushing Jimin’s arm away before standing up. “This was a mistake Jimin, a friend wouldn’t lie to me to make me feel better and you’re doing just that. I can’t fucking believe you.”

Jimin chuckles before standing up. “You know I’m not good at lying. Naty and I never asked her about it. It was like an unspoken secret the three of us had with each other. But apparently Namjoon was invited and she went as his plus one. When she came back she was so happy and glowing, it was something we hadn’t seen in such a long time. That we decided not to pry any further.” Jimin walks closer to him before putting both his hands on his shoulders, forcing him to look at him. “She was so proud of you. I think it helped her seeing how happy you were. And things just felt lighter after she came back. Naty and I didn’t have to walk on eggshells around her anymore.” Jimin continues, smiling brightly and Hoseok isn’t so sure if he’s just gotten really good at lying in the past six years. Or if he was actually telling the truth.

Either way this new piece of information is so overwhelming that he feels like he’s about to collapse.

“Why wouldn’t she tell me, if she was there why wouldn’t she come up to me and tell me?”

Jimin furrows his eyebrows and opens his mouth but it's quickly interrupted by another voice, making Hoseok look behind him. Namjoon stands by the doorway, a take away bag of coffee in one hand with a brown paper bag of what he assumes is pastries, par to Jimin’s request in the other.

“She knew that if you saw her, you would’ve dropped everything and had gone home with her. And she couldn’t do that to you. She saw how happy you were and didn’t want to ruin your big night by making her presence known. We only stayed until after your speech and then we got on the next flight to Miami.” Namjoon says, stepping further into the room.

Hoseok is at a loss for words. The only thing he wants to do; no, the only thing he needs to do is see you again. He needs an explanation because there was no way that the things coming out Jimin and Namjoon’s mouth are real.

They just couldn’t be. He would’ve known. How didn't he know? Your presence was so big no matter how small you made yourself out to be at times. You always shined like the brightest star in the night sky. He would’ve known if you were there. No matter how many lights were flashing in his face that night, he would’ve still been able to pick you out from the crowd. That’s who you always were to him. His one and only focal point. His light in trying times. And now he feels like complete and utter shit for not being able to find you on the day he desperately wanted to be with you the most.

The grand opening of his fashion studio. He wanted you by his side, showing you off like he always imagined he would. And maybe he would’ve been able to do that if he would’ve found you in the sea of people. Or maybe he wouldn’t have needed to look for you at all because the two of you would’ve been together in the first place.

He needs to see you, so shrugs on his suit jacket and runs to the exit, only to be blocked by Jungkook and his giant shoulders. “Move, I need to–”

“They left ten minutes ago. Told Namjoon and I to tell you guys that they would be off the grid until the rehearsal dinner.” Jungkook states, crossing his arms in front of him. “Plus you have a best man speech that I know you haven’t finished so I think it’s best if you just stay with us.”

“Off the grid?” Hoseok exclaims, his disbelief causing the groom to let out a loud laugh, which quickly catches his attention. “You’re not nervous about this, what if they run away to a different country?”

Jimin walks closer to Hoseok, knowingly patting him on the shoulder. “Off the grid,” Jimin says in quotations, “usually means getting vegan ice cream at their favorite shop in Hollywood Florida. They’ll be back before the dinner, and knowing them they’ll be like ten minutes late just to scare everyone.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes. You and your cousin were never good together, but it was something he had learned to live with. Now, he’s forgotten all the shenanigans he had to deal with when his life revolved around you. “But I need to talk to her.”

“Just wait until she comes to you.”

“But what if that never happens.”

“A lot has changed in the last six years, but not much. She’ll come around just like she always does.” Jimin says before patting his shoulder and disappearing behind the changing room curtain, leaving him behind in disbelief.

He stares at himself once more in the mirror, maybe the sage green pocket square wasn’t as ugly as he once thought. Jungkook and Namjoon awkwardly standing behind him exchanging awkward stares. His heart is against his throat, beating out of time. Feeling a little bit more hopeful once again. He had fucked up six years ago and last night but the next time he sees you and gets to talk to you, he will be sure that he doesn’t.

Afterall you were the only person he will ever be able to love for as long as he breathes.

Some say that when it rains on your wedding day it means goodluck, a sign of fertility and a lasting marriage.

Nathalie was not taking it that way.

“It’s ruined.” She crumbles sitting on the floor with her wedding dress surrounding her, making her look like a giant cupcake. Her half finished make-up is now ruined as the tears pour down her cheeks like the weather outside. “The weather channel said it wasn’t going to rain and now there’s a fucking hurricane happening outside.”

Her mom had stopped trying to calm her down and now it was up to you to talk some sense into her. “At least you decided against an outside wedding.” You say, earning a glare from your over dramatic cousin.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the worst?” She sniffles, a small smile appearing on her face. Ever since you were young you knew that telling her that everything was going to be alright would do the opposite to calm her down. Telling her to stop feeling the way she was and to ignore her feelings because there was always a bright side to everything, wasn’t of any help. More so because she always reached that conclusion herself.  So, you always did the opposite, and tried to joke around with her as she slowly came to her senses.

“A few times, most of the time it comes from you.” You smile, leaning your head against her shoulder. Your maid of honor dress was still on the hanger, taunting you.

“Do you think mom is right?” She tilts her head, looking at you curiously with wide eyes and a pout on her lips. “That it’s good luck for it to rain on your wedding day?”

“I don’t know, you know how they are with all their superstitions, but it could be…mom already put an opened scissor outside for it to stop.”  You raise an eyebrow, lifting your head. “But I wouldn’t think about it too much unless you don’t want to run your head up the wall, expecting things to go right or wrong.”

She nods looking down at her intertwined hands on her lap. There was something she wasn’t telling you, something she didn’t want to reveal yet. That much you knew from the way her brows furrowed and the tension in the air. Before you could ask she broke the silence, tears pooling in the corner of her eyes and you were terrified for what was about to come out of her mouth.

“I think she might be right.” She whispers and your curiosity grows. “Not about the goodluck thing but maybe the fertility thing.” She finishes, sounding smaller than before. If you didn’t know your cousin the way you do, you would’ve sure laughed in her face for believing such an outdated old wives tale. Especially because you were usually the one who did. Not her.

You raise your hand up to your mouth, in shock, afraid to confirm what she was hinting at with words. “You’re not–,”

“I’m pregnant, I found out last night after the rehearsal dinner, while you were sleeping.” She says her voice fading out into almost nothing at the end. The realization dawns upon you like a blanket. Everything makes sense. Her dress being a bit tighter than before. Her feeling sick at the dinner after taking a bite of the seafood pasta. Her saying that she had the biggest stomach ache before running down to the small convenience store in the hotel lobby. And the waterworks about the rain on her wedding day.

It wasn’t just the rain it was the fact that she found out she was pregnant hours before she walked down the aisle. “Does Jimin know?” You say, making her roll her eyes. Of course, he didn’t know, they hadn’t seen each other since they parted ways the night before. And she had been avoiding her phone all morning long.

“I don’t know how to tell him, what if he totally freaks out and leaves me at the altar. And then what, what am I going to do with a baby on my own? I can barely take care of a fucking succulent.” She breaks, putting her head in her hands in complete despair.

You rub her back gently, “first Jimin loves you more than he loves life so I don’t think he’d do that and if he does do that then I’ll help you out. After I hunt him down and tear him into teeny tiny pieces.” You try, feeling a small bubble of excitement inside of you. The first baby in the family after many years. And although you could tell Nathalie was terrified, her lifelong dream just like yours was to build a family. It was nice that one of you could at least have that.

“Please feed him to the dogs when you do.” She giggles lifting herself up and hugging you tightly. “I’m so scared, like I thought we at least would have a few years alone together before we added another little life, but I guess God has other plans for us.” She buries her face into your neck, hugging you tighter than before. “It’s going to be okay right?”

“Yes and if it isn’t then you can always count on me.” You whisper, bringing her closer. Only pulling away when there's a knock on the door. The two of you share a confused look until you hear the sound of Jimin’s voice through the wood.

“Naty, your mom, says you’re crying. I know I’m not supposed to see you yet but can you at least tell me you’re okay.” He says in a rush of panic.

Nathalie's eyes grow wide as she pulls away and starts silently speaking with her hands frantically, pointing to the door and then you and then the whole room. From what you can understand she’s telling you to go and talk to him, but honestly you were god awful at charades growing up, but given what she just revealed you could only assume that is what she was telling you. You nod as her hands fall down to her side. She scrambles to stand, tripping slightly over the tail of her dress, as she moves to the side of the room that’s less visible from the door.

You walk to the door and open it wide enough to poke your head out. You lock eyes with the groom to be, as he bites his bottom lip with worry. “She’s alright, right? She’s not getting cold feet right?” Jimin blurts out, running a shaking hand through his already made up do.

A smile appears on your face as you carefully walk out through the tiny open space of the door, closing it behind you. “She’s okay Min, the rain has her freaked out a little but she’s okay. I promise.” You watch as Jimin lets out a deep breath. His hands falling down at his side, in relief.

“Can I talk to her please? I won’t look, I promise I just need to tell her something.” He pleads, pulling his infamous puppy dog eyes and you cave.

You nod. “But don’t tell our moms, unless you want our heads on a stake.” You giggle, causing him to roll his eyes at your dramatics. He’s fully convinced that because you and your cousin are so close in age. Your dramatics have rubbed off on her…and him.

“I won’t.” With that you turn around and open the door wide enough to squeeze through, where you meet Nathalie pacing in the background.“He wants to talk to you.”

Nathalie’s eyes widen as she starts to shake her head quickly. “No, no, no I can’t. I can’t talk to him. I can't. It's too soon. What if I tell him about the—” she pauses, taking a look around before leaning forward and whispering, “the baby.”

You make your way to her, putting your hands on top of her shoulders. “Tell him when you’re ready, but I’ve never seen him so fucking nervous. I think the two of you need this.” You say softly, giving her a tight hug before stepping to the side.

She takes a deep breath and walks over to the door, resting her back against it and opening it a little. “Jimin,” she whispers.

You listen to the little nervous chuckle Jimin lets out before speaking. “Baby,” his hand appears through the little gap. Without hesitation, she reaches out and intertwines her fingers with his, visibly relaxing into her lover's warmth.

It’s an intimate moment between the two of them, and you want to look away, but something keeps your eyes glued on them. Maybe it’s the fact that their love brings you some sort of comfort. Or maybe it’s the longing of having someone like that again. When Hoseok left, you promised yourself that you would never let yourself fall. He was supposed to be the final period of your book, instead he left a comma behind. A sentence you will never let yourself continue.

If it’s not him, then it’s no one at all.

“Jimin, I’m so scared.” You hear Nathalie say, causing your head to snap up in an instant.

Jimin’s hand squeezes hers tightly. “Nothing’s going to change my mind about marrying you. I’d marry you over and over until the end of the world.” He whispers, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over her knuckles.

Nathalie bites her lip, looking up and resting her head against the door. “That’s not why I’m scared, Min.” She blinks her eyes fast, wielding her tears away. “I-I’m pregnant.” She whispers, tightening her hold on his fingers.

You hear the moment Jimin’s breath gets stuck in the back of his throat. The hold on your cousin’s hand falters. And you know he’s fighting the urge to push the door open and finally see his bride's face.

“Naty, fuck.” He chuckles. “I want to kiss you so badly right now. I never want to let you out of my sight. But I know that if I do that our moms will walk down the aisle with our heads on a stake..” He laughs, making the two of you laugh along with him. “I promise you right here right now, before I promise it in front of our friends and family. That I will love you and our little baby for the rest of my life. I will never stop and I will work everyday of my life to keep falling in love with you over and over again. So, I can wake up with you in my arms and to the laugh of our five children.” He sniffles, and you have to blink back tears when you listen to his words. A part of you wishes you weren’t here, but the other half is happy that you stayed and didn’t occupy yourself with some menial task. Listening to him promise almost the impossible, is enough for you to realize that even though you still hold some resentment towards Hoseok. Even though you still hold so much anger towards him.

He’s it, he’s the end. Maybe it’s finally time to forgive him, and if nothing comes out of it again. It’s okay because at least he will still be in your life.

Nathalie throws her head back laughing. “Slow your roll daddy. I’ve barely carried this baby for a month. I will decide how many children we have by the end of this.”

His loud laughter is heard through the door. “Okay, okay it is your body after all. But like, think about it. Promise?”

She shakes her head in disbelief, scoffing. “I will as long as you promise not to tell anyone? I want to keep this between us for a little while longer.”

“I promise.”

Jimin and Nathalie are tangled up in each other's arms. Jimin has subconsciously been making small eye contact with her stomach. A wide smile appears on his face once he remembers their big secret. You’ve been secretly replacing Nathalie’s champagne flutes with sparkling cider flutes.

It’s fun, it makes you feel like a secret spy as childish as it sounds. And something in you has been awakened since witnessing the moment between the newly wedded couple in Nathalie’s hotel room. And the way the two of them broke down while sharing their vows at the altar.

You’ve been avoiding the alcohol all night, as well as Hoseok, but every now and then you catch a glimpse of his longing stare from your peripheral vision. You want to talk to him, but it’s too soon. At least that’s what you keep telling yourself because you’re scared.

Jimin stands up, doing the whole tapping the knife against the glass flute to grab everyone’s attention. His famous smile lights up the room instantly as he sets down the knife and glass down. “I’ve literally always wanted to do that.” He says, causing the entire reception hall to break out into light hearted chuckles. He clears his throat, “I want to thank you all so much for coming out tonight, honestly this is the best day of my life, so thank you for being a part of this new beginning for Naty and I.” He winks down at your cousin, before looking back at the crowd. “But now, it’s time for the speeches.” He says while looking between you and Hoseok, your nerves are getting set on fire. “I’d say flip a coin to see who goes first, but Hoseok said he wanted to go first before he forgets everything he’s practiced in front of the mirror.” The crowd laughs again, and you catch a glimpse of Hoseok rolling his eyes from Jimin’s side before he stands up fixing his suit and walking towards the stage.

Just like the first night you saw him again at the club. He looks expensive. You wonder what his first reaction to seeing you again was. Does he think you’ve let yourself go? Does he think you look better than before? Or does he not care? You aren’t sure and before you can dwell on it any longer Hoseok clears his throat into the mic, grabbing your full undivided attention.

“Hello…is that what people say before the start of best man speeches?” He tilts his head to the side, earning a few chuckles from the crowd. “Anyway, when Jimin asked me to be his best man I thought one of two things. One is that I was incredibly honored to have been considered, even though I honestly felt like I was his last pick. So, if any of you in the crowd were asked to be his best man first, don’t tell me or I’d actually be super offended.” He says pointedly, shooting a glare, earning more laughs. “And two, I was actually surprised that he trusts me so much, like you guys don’t understand how much dirt I have on this guy. I have years of sneaking out in the middle of the night together while we were teenagers and wild college parties permanently tattooed in my mind.” He sends a knowing wink to Jimin, causing the groom to send a deathly glare back, making the entire room erupt in laughter.

Hoseok rolls his eyes and clears his throat into the mic again. “But maybe I’ll write a book about the shit we used to do when we were young one day. For now, I just want to say to you in front of all our friends and family that I’m proud of you. I know I’ve been away for a long time but the man I am seeing now is not the same man I left behind. I think I’ve witnessed every important moment in your life. From the day you kissed Chloe Ramos during recess  when we were ten, to the night you laid your eyes on Nathalie for the first time. You had called me after a few years of not speaking to one another, except for the occasional ‘I’m alive,’ texts and the memes that remind us of one another. But that night… you said that you met the most beautiful girl in the world, and that your heart literally felt like it was breaking and repairing itself at the same time, like you could breathe again with ease for the first time in years. I thought you were crazy especially when you told me her name. I literally had to remind you that you’ve met her many times before. But you said this time it was different. I think that was the night your heart started to beat for someone else that wasn’t you.” He swallows and looks down at the ground grinning, slightly shaking his head.

This entire time you’ve been holding onto every single word that escapes his mouth. Clinging onto each syllable as you feel your heart speed up and slow down at the same time. Your palms are starting to feel damp and you almost wish that you had had that one tequila shot Jungkook had offered you hours ago. You wouldn’t be feeling anything and everything all at the same time, overwhelming you as you see the love of your life open himself up to a room that once held so much pride and resentment towards him.

“I think I knew at that moment when you cried asking me for advice. I think I knew that this day would come. And maybe I have been writing this speech since that night without me realizing it because even though I rewrote it many times as per your request idiot, it is still the easiest thing I’ve ever had to write in my life.” He pauses, taking a deep breath before settling his eyes on you, making your entire being freeze. “I know this because that night I told you to not make the same mistake I did. Naty and you are perfect for one another. You bring out the best and worst out of each other, but also help each other grow. I had that once4, and I let it go. So, now that I’m here I’ll tell you the same thing I told you that night.” You feel yourself slowly spiraling into nothing, crashing down onto the ground as the tears start to flood the corner of your eyes. “Don’t let each other go. Support each other to the end, even if it hurts sometimes. Be each other’s start and end and if one day you find each other at a crossroads in which you don’t know if you can or can’t continue any longer. Talk to each other with the truth, because I didn’t and I’ve been paying for it since.” He stops, nodding his head in your direction and you feel it first before you can acknowledge it.

Your heart stops and restarts for the one and only Jung Hoseok once again, and you’re sure he feels it too because now the tears are running down his cheeks just like yours.

He shakes his head, clearing his throat. “Anyway, enough of that moppy shit. I’m so incredibly happy for the two of you, and I do expect little nieces and nephews some time soon so you can send them to spend summers with me in Australia.” He winks at the newly wedded couple, who are now melting into each other’s sides. Hoseok raises his glass of champagne in the air. “Cheers and congratulations Mr and Mrs. Park. The love you two have for each other is only seen in fairytales and I’m so happy that I can somehow be a part of this one.” He nods, before bringing the flute up to his lips and downing it in one go.

You’re shaking, and you should get a hold of yourself before you have to go up to the stage and say your speech. But all you want to do is run up to him and hug him tight. So, as he’s approaching the last step of the stage stairs you do exactly that.

It feels like jumping into cold water, but this time you aren’t drowning because he’s holding you just like he did before.

Hoseok doesn’t approach you again until the guests start to filter out one by one.

“I’m upset with you.” Is the first thing you tell him when he is standing in front of you again. You smile up at him and take the hand he had extended out to you. There was an upbeat pop song playing through the speakers. Jimin and Nathalie are locked in each other's arms in the middle of the dance floor, slow dancing and ignoring everyone who comes up to them bidding them a farewell. It was almost laughable, and you enjoyed every single eye roll that came from the couple whenever someone interrupted their moment.

“Really?” He cocks his head to the side as he leads you towards the dance floor. “I honestly had no idea.” He says sarcastically as he places a hand on your waist pulling you close, while still holding on to your hand. You set your arm on top of his shoulder.

“Your speech was so fucking good and it’s not fair. I always helped you out with your papers so when did you get so good at writing?” You joke, swaying against the beat of the song. Thankfully most of yours and Jimin’s family have already gone home. Yet your friends stuck around taking advantage of the fully paid bar and the dessert table. You had kissed the luxury of leftovers goodbye when you spotted Jungkook shoving three scones into his mouth while Taehyung and Namjoon laughed at him, and Jimin recorded the entire thing.

It was certainly going to be going into the blackmail folder they all have saved on their phones.

Hoseok laughs, shaking his head, tapping his fingers to the beat against your lower back. “I had a lot of practice for many years.” He nods, moving a bit faster to catch up to the song. “After I left I started journaling whenever I could and I guess the habit just stuck.” He pauses for a second before looking down at you. “Thank you.”

You raise a brow in confusion. “Why?”

Hoseok spins you around so your back is facing his front and he pulls you close, leaning his head down. “You always told me to journal and I never listened until I was too far away. So thank you, it helped me out a lot.” He whispers in your ear, sending shivers up your spine. Before you can fully comprehend the position you are in he spins you back to face him. His cheeks pink with warmth.

You grin, pulling him down closer to you. “I never knew I’d see the day when Jung Hoseok admitted defeat and say that I am always right.”

He rolls his eyes, chuckling. “Now all I said was thank you, I never said that you were necessarily right.”

You give him a little shove, causing him to stumble back a little bit. “You’re so annoying.”

He smiles instead of replying. He pulls you in closer to him and holds onto your waist tightly, letting his head fall into your neck. This time the song has changed and it’s actually a slow one, from the Latin band Camilla, you know that was one hundred percent your dads doing.

“You were right.” Hoseok finally whispers into your neck. His breath grazes your skin, making the slightest of goosebumps rise all over your body. Before you can respond he keeps talking, with his face hidden within your neck. “I should have told you that I was leaving, instead of doing what I did. I don’t know if we could’ve made it work but at least I would’ve still had you in my life. I loved seeing you live your life, but I hated that you were finally living without me.” He takes a deep breath and lifts up his head, resting his forehead against yours. “I thought what I was doing was the right thing, but seeing the way you reacted two nights ago I knew I didn’t. I’m sorry.” He closes his eyes tightly, digging his fingertips into your lower back. He’s afraid that you’re going to run away from him again.

“I was so angry Hoseok, but I also think that if you hadn’t left the way you did I would’ve settled and just stayed in the spot I was at before. So even though it hurt like hell, I am grateful for it because I don’t think we would’ve been able to grow as people if we were still together. We would’ve learned how to resent each other instead of loving each other.” You say, twinkling your fingertips down the side of his face, before resting your palm against his check, smiling when he leans into your warmth.

It’s familiar yet new and it makes his heart race.

“Just don’t leave me like that again. I can only forgive you once.” You whisper, hugging him close, placing the side of your head against his chest.

His chest shakes gently with laughter as he runs his hands up and down your back. “I won’t, I will never be able to live another day if I did what I did then, and it’s taken a lot of therapy and journaling to be able to finally admit my defeat.” He leaves a light kiss on the top of your head before pulling away, putting his forefinger under your chin and lifting it up so that the two of you are finally looking into each other's eyes. “You were right.”

You smile, nodding your head. Like a winter blanket his warmth wraps around you calming your nerves down. Though things aren’t the same as before it just feels good to have him back. “So what now?”

Hoseok smirks at your question, mischief twinkling behind his calming eyes. “Come with me to Australia.” He says and before you can tell him your hard no because you can’t leave everything you built for yourself behind he finishes his proposal. “Namjoon wants to open a branch of RKIVE RECORDS in Australia. And since you’re his favorite employee and co-founder he was going to send you. So, come to Australia with me please?” He sticks out his bottom lip, almost pouting, making you scoff.

You’re about to pull away from him and speak to the menace you have as a boss, but Hoseok holds you close. “You can network with artists from my company and you never know, maybe you’ll like it enough to manage the Australian branch.” His eyes twinkle with hope and if he hasn’t done a good job at convincing you already he adds. “I just want more time to get to know you as the you now…please give me the chance to do so.” He finishes whispering the last part of his sentence and all you can do is hug him as tightly as possible.

He’s sure you have hugged him today more times than you have in the five years the two of you were together. Physical touch was always his main love language and you hated it with everything in your being. You preferred nice and encouraging words rather than physical touch. So, he learned to only initiate it if you did it first. Maybe that’s something that has changed too, still he hopes that he can find out soon.

“You’re fucking unbelievable Jung Hoseok.” You whisper, pulling him tighter.

“Of course I’ll go to Australia with you.”

a/n pt.2: I hope you’ve enjoyed this. If any of you follow Epitaph just know I finished writing the next part and I am just editing plus I am re-reading the entire thing and making some changes. 

#btshoneyhive #btsdreamcourt #bts imagines #bts fic #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts hoseok #bts hobi #bts fluff #bts smut #bts angst #bts x reader #jimin x oc #kdiarynet #jung hoseok #hoseok fanfiction #hoseok imagines #hoseok fluff #hoseok smut #hoseok angst #hoseok x reader #bangtail hobi #hobi x reader #hobi imagines #hobi fluff #hobi smut #hobi angst

[n0jbread]

A headcannon I have is that Mariana lives in the place where he was going to hide flippa to avoid being killed by Quackity

So the final thing he build in honor to her dead daughter was her safe room, under everything. And sure there's time when she wants to leave but... He just feel so bad, the only motivation she has is build wood statues of flippa but she never finished it, Mariana feel to much sad for being his daughter killer.

And to making more sad is that there's times where Slime visit Mariana's house, he hate her, she ruined everything. But he love him, he want Mariana back by his side, I'm sure they wouldn't never say it out loud but they miss each other.

Maybe he will laying in her old bed smelling everything to have a little something of her, wishing her to comeback and she is there, So close and so far from each other.

(Sorry if there's mistakes English is not my first language lol)

#slimeriana #fliporiana #misclick duo #misclick family #el mariana #slimecicle #qsmp

[thedivinevera]

Favor(chapter 3)

Yan!Emperor! Zhongli x fem!empress! reader x concubine!yinshu

Emperor/empress, concubine, Chinese dynasty, Chinese concubine, concubine/empress, yandere Emperor, sleeping in one bed, kissing, lesbian homewreaker, marriage, harem, reader is traditional

Tw : unhealthy obsession, yandere, a little nsfw, lesbian homewreaker(lol), harem agenda,forced marriage, mention of cheating, the culture in this fanfic is heavily based of Chinese imperial harem but it's not really accurate I give it a little touch of my own,very, very, very bad written

As the famous tradition of liyue imperial harem system perform by all the consert in the previous history, The empress and all the consort if the emperor has needed to welcome the new wife of the emperor, teach them how the Palace work and the rules ans hot to please the emperor etc etc, so meaning as the empress and the only "wife" of the emperor you need to teach concubine yinshu how the Palace work

Hello so like everyone has taken the liking of my little series so I guess I will going to write more, I also have a coming series the LOVE FOR ALL, and WRITTEN BY- i wish for you to support it if you like to thank you and enjoy this is a lot more shorter than I expected honestly

Pls read this ↓

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This is edited

Reblogs are appreciated thank you

As the tradition of the mighty empire of liyue you need to welcome the concubine as the empress and the mother of the geo dynasty. If your going to be honest you don't want to do it but you also don't want to disrespect the Imperial ancestors because of your selfishness and despite the plan of yours wanting to have a arm length relationship with yinshu, you don't also want to have a bad relationship with a daughter of a governor for the sake of the liyue citizens and to not waste your husband's work. Despite zhongli taking you away from your perents and killing your friends in palace, you don't hate him that much to the point that you will going to destroy his political power and ruin all the thing he want to do in liyue after all he's the power of liyue and its protector so your guilt will going to be dammed if the liyue fall into danger because of you and your hate for zhongli(this explains why reader had s€x with zhongli in part 2 despite hating him)

You're in the consort's palace where all the old concubine gathers. You seat at the first chair(or throne) the chair is placed in the middle front of two row of seats (INSPIRATION photo below) where the empress seat as the sign that she is the wife

After a minutes the eunuch notify that concubine yinshu is in here, your order him to guide where she sit. She sit in the first seat in the left before yours, she similes at you, you admit it is nice to see a smile so pure cause after you enter the Palace you never once see a smile so pure and not currupt of greed or obsession

"as you may know, my name is l/n y/n the empress of the geo dynasty and the first wife of emperor zhongli as the only wife of him now, before you enter the Palace I will be the one who teach you how things work in here, if you had any questions please don't be shy to tell me." "ah if you know I am-" "my biggest fan yes and I adored it, and also please don't be to close to me" you said it bluntly "I- why?" "if your thinking about the reason, no its not because your the new wife of him, don't worry. it's about him, let's just say that the emperor is not what you think it is, so to keep you safe you better keep a good distance between me and you it's for your safety dear" "wha- what do you mean the emperor is a nice-" your finger push tru her lips "just trust me to this, once you become more familiar in the Palace you will going to understand"

In yinshu's mind he can not understand if it's not because of jelousy then what is it, yinshu has start looking for information about the history of both emperor and empress she can not find anything not until a veteran maid has spoke to her she told her about the death of handmaid of the empress and how all of them is executed by the emperor. The thing is all of them has a similarities, all of them are close to the empress and has a great relationship with her, after the death of her favorite hand maid the empress keep everyone in an arm length to protect them from the cruelty of the emperor. Wow so there's a lot more than what is seems. Yinshu is scared but at same time fall in love more to the empress, she protect people from the emperor what a beautiful personality...

Meanwhile in the empress palace a bundle of gifts has come to the door all is gifted by the emperor, the emperor just come home from the war as always he will going to give a lot of gift for her, zhongli has always think the empress as some sort of godess so each time that zhongli win a war he always give a lot of gift as sign of thank you, this also become a sign to the citizens and maids in the Palace that the military of liyue has once again win from a war, the empress is happy about the win but not really at the gift, she just happy to know that liyue has rise once again to Power not because zhongli is alive obviously, the only thing she knew is after he come home he will going to make a way to her bed and her body as always, oh wait look at does gift, hold on– is that a fucking eyes!!?? A blue human fuking eyes!!! Gracious he's insane. They eys is beautiful the more you look at it, zhongli want to give the empress the eyes of a human whose similar to a blue gem..

#yandere zhongli x reader #Yandere Emperor #Zhongli x reader #Zhongli #Genshin impact x reader genshin x you #Zhongli x you #zhongli x y/n #the priestress words #Genshin x reader #Genshin impact x y/n #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere zhongli

[horsetailcurlers2]

do you have any outlaw queen headcanons? (robin lives au)

yes for sure! i’ve admittedly been on my swan queen vibe for a while (so i might be a little rusty at this lol) but i am nothing if not a multi shipper and this is perfect timing bc i have been thinking about OQ lately.

-in my perfect “robin lives” AU, the zelena-is-marian arc never happened lol but for narrative purposes let’s say zelena just had a redemption arc, robin was not killed, and everyone is safe and happy and storybrooke is settled and peaceful with no magical antagonists.

-robin and roland move into regina’s house eventually and it is…. quite the adjustment. he has spent at least a decade living in the woods and sleeping on the ground for one thing. and unlike everyone that came over during the first curse, he very much does not have 30 years of built in knowledge about modern technology. he is absolutely hopeless with it all. it took regina two months to teach him how to use the coffee maker. he only knows how to put on his two favorite channels in the tv (do NOT ask him to put on netflix or even put in a dvd). and he flat out REFUSES to use the microwave. regina finds this all to be some combination of exasperating and adorable. henry just finds it absolutely hilarious.

-as robin settles in and gets more comfortable in storybrooke, he discovers the things he likes about our realm. he loves the music. naturally, robin really likes classic dad bands. like the avett brothers and stuff. he’s always asking regina to help him play their music on his “magic song thingy” (an mp3 player). he also loves the nature channel (sorry if that’s a little on the nose haha). i also think he’d have a fascination with reruns of old family sitcoms.

-he makes her more social. not in a forced way, i just mean that he makes her feel a lot more comfortable going to public social gatherings. it’s a lot easier for her to be around all her former subjects when robin is there with her. and he’s kind of a social butterfly so she lowkey loves seeing him in his element. a lot of her discomfort also comes from thinking that nobody actually wants her there or that they all still hate her so he definitely helps assure her that she is wanted and he encourages her to spend more time around people so she can see for herself.

-sharing her space is very difficult for regina at first. she’s always been a very solitary person (aside from her relationship with henry which is a completely different thing) and every time she’s had to share space so intimately, it’s usually been because it was forced upon her. so she is very grumpy and irritated when he first moves in because he keeps leaving things out of place or because he snores in his sleep or “breathes too loud”. eventually they work it out and she learns how to live alongside another person and she learns to make space for robin while still keeping some for herself.

-he LOVES post it notes. he thinks they are the handiest modern convenience after indoor plumbing and electricity. he leaves an excessive amount of notes for her all around the house- on her vanity mirror, on the refrigerator, on the dashboard of her car. sometimes it’s practical reminders (they’re out of bread, he will be working late, he’s handling dinner that night) but usually it’s just something very sappy about how beautiful she is or what a good day he wants her to have. it’s ridiculous and cheesy and cliche but she can’t help smiling every time.

-the charmings host a lot of the big family gatherings at their farmhouse, but regina’s house is also a hot spot for family dinners (see my regina headcanons about how she secretly loves hosting). they have monthly family game nights at mifflin street but regina has actually been banned from playing. she is confined to being the score keeper or the game master because she gets WAY too intense and it kind of ruins it for everybody else.

-somebody with as much trauma as regina is bound to have some nightmares. the first time they share a bed for not so scandalous reasons, he is so startled and freaked out by her nightmares that he falls off the bed and onto the floor. they aren’t bad all of the time, and a lot of nights she doesn’t even have them. but when they’re bad, they’re pretty bad. once he catches on to what’s going on, he’s exceptionally good at helping sooth them.

-roland LOVES living with regina and henry. he thinks having a big brother is so cool and he is obsessed with “helping” regina in the kitchen. he also really loves the “magic moving pictures” on the tv. at first, it’s an adjustment for him because he misses sleeping in a tent with his papa’s merry men, but he still visits camp very often. regina also puts some of those glow in the dark plastic stars on his ceiling and he LOVES them bc it feels like he’s still sleeping under the “outside ceiling” as he calls it.

-robin’s main love language is gift giving. it seems a little contradictory with the whole “robin hood” thing but it is not materialistic at all. it’s just in the sense that he is thoughtful and perceptive and he likes giving things to the people he loves that show how deeply he knows them. it’s very novel to regina, who has never really received a gift from anybody except for daniel (and henry of course). she mentioned her favorite novel once offhand, and he bought her a beautiful first edition for christmas months later. it’s also the little things: her favorite flowers when he comes home one weekday evening, her favorite candy when he swings by the grocery store, stopping into her office to surprise her with a coffee the exact way she orders it. she’s never had somebody who is just so clearly always thinking about her and prioritizing her in such a way.

-i go back and forth on whether or not they would ever get married (mostly because regina has so much trauma around marriage and they are already in love and living as a family anyway). ultimately though, i think that they would. the idea isn’t so scary to her when it comes to robin (plus at this point she’s had quite a bit of therapy) and it’s what she’s always wanted- to be married to the person she really loves and to have a peaceful simple life surrounded by people who love her.

#this is a little all over the place so lmk if you want something more specific #regina’s love languages are much more complex and i could go on and on about them for hours #lmk if you want headcanons for any other regina ship #regina mills #ouat #once upon a time #outlaw queen #robin hood #regina mills headcanons #outlaw queen headcanons

[zalrb]

“I could give you the tour,” Katherine continued. “There isn’t an inch of this place where I haven’t taken him.” 

He’d walked away from her, angry and anguished, but he hadn’t left the cabin. He wasn’t going far, not after the attack. He’d stayed around, making sure they were safe inside, making sure she felt OK, making her tea, getting her blankets, but he was quiet and contemplative, silently agonizing over their conversation, a desperation, a wordless indignation at what she’d revealed to him about her deal with Elijah. And when they’d gotten into bed, Stefan lying on his side, facing away from her, Elena staring up at the ceiling, she lay next to him for exactly five minutes before shaking her head and sighing.  

THIS IS SO IN CHARACTER IM SPEECHLESS

“I can’t go to sleep like this,” she said. “With you angry at me. I--” She turned so she could face him, though all she saw was his back. “Stefan, please try to under---” 

He’d rolled over and kissed her with an earnestness that moved her to immediately put her arms around his neck.

OMFG GSKSHSKSNSNSNS I KNOW YOU HATE THEM BUT MY GAY ASS IS FUCKING ECSTATIC RIGHT NOW, ITS GIVING CALZONA AND IM LIVING FOR IT

the whole sex scene.... just... wow.

me wondering how i got here

CAUSE THIS IS FUCKING HEAVEN

His determination to make her feel him, feel what it was to be alive, had her grabbing at him, pulling at the sheets, whimpering and begging, answering his pleas with pleas of her own. He’d awakened every atom in her body to him, and feeling his heart beat wildly against her chest had in turn made her wild and overwhelmed --- a mess of sensations. She was overcome with the singular feeling that she could never, ever give this up, she never wanted to live without this. He rocked into her deeper and deeper as if to say, So then stay with me, stay with me, stay with me … 

“It must kill you to want him back and know he wants nothing to do with you,” said Katherine now.

“And now he’s gone,” said Elena simply. “I didn’t think about that, not really, because I’ve never thought of him being gone, never thought about how much that would …” She took another sip so the vodka would burn away the anguish she felt. She paused, as if she were trying to gather her words. “I think the only thing that would be worse is being with him and never being loved by him.” She looked at Katherine, her eyes hardened. A harshness twisted her face.

“So you should tell me, how does that feel? Do you think it’s worse?” 

LMFAO WHOS PLAYING WITH FIRE NOW

“You think that you and him actually have something. You think it’s, oh my God,” she put her drink back down, walked across the room and reached out to touch Katherine’s shoulder, “you think it’s special.” 

“He did none of that with you,” she said finally. “If you are special to him, Katherine, it’s for all the wrong reasons. You’re the bitch who ruined his life.”

“No,” said Katherine, inching closer to Elena, staring her dead in the eye. “I’m the only one he’s sleeping with right now. I’m that bitch.” Katherine didn’t know if it was rage or heartbreak that flickered in Elena’s eyes but it was enough to satisfy her. “You can let yourself out,” she said as she slipped out of the living room. 

DAMN LOL, everytime elena and katherine fight i feel like im watching a tennis match LOL

the back and fourth is amazing and ON TOP OF THAT very thought provoking. they have me questioning whether katherine really IS special to stefan or not. i can see both sides lol but thats probably just me being a libra

He’d walked away from her, angry and anguished, but he hadn’t left the cabin. He wasn’t going far, not after the attack. He’d stayed around, making sure they were safe inside, making sure she felt OK, making her tea, getting her blankets, but he was quiet and contemplative, silently agonizing over their conversation, a desperation, a wordless indignation at what she’d revealed to him about her deal with Elijah. And when they’d gotten into bed, Stefan lying on his side, facing away from her, Elena staring up at the ceiling, she lay next to him for exactly five minutes before shaking her head and sighing.  

THIS IS SO IN CHARACTER IM SPEECHLESS

Well because he does it in 4x02 after finding out that she blood-shared with Damon (not knowing she was sired into doing it and into not telling him)

like he's mad but he's still going to be there for her

“I can’t go to sleep like this,” she said. “With you angry at me. I--” She turned so she could face him, though all she saw was his back. “Stefan, please try to under---” 

He’d rolled over and kissed her with an earnestness that moved her to immediately put her arms around his neck.

OMFG GSKSHSKSNSNSNS I KNOW YOU HATE THEM BUT MY GAY ASS IS FUCKING ECSTATIC RIGHT NOW, ITS GIVING CALZONA AND IM LIVING FOR IT

the whole sex scene.... just... wow.

Well, we've spoken about how my SEx scenes are underrated in this fic because of Steferine but it's really fun to show the difference between the two of them and I think this might be one of my favourite SEx scenes I've written. This entire fic was me being like I've written dozens of sex scenes for SE and for SK, how am I going to do these ones differently?

the back and fourth is amazing and ON TOP OF THAT very thought provoking. they have me questioning whether katherine really IS special to stefan or not. i can see both sides lol but thats probably just me being a libra

ROFLMAO. Maybe not special but maybe ... specific/particular.

#stelena #steferine

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Siren Boy

Janus foolishly sings along to a siren song and somehow ends up with a siren interested in something other than murdering him.

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| Ao3 |

Warnings: minor injury

Pairings: pre-romantic roceit

Word count: 2177

Notes:

a fic for day 5 of Roceit Week (this should've been posted yesterday but I got distracted reading lol). The prompt was 'duet' and this fic... barely fits into that. LIke, such a loose thread it's barely visible. but still I wrote something. it's not my best work but this fandom needs a more saturated mermaid fic market, so, here you go.

Reblog to let Roman kiss the pretty human.

I hope you enjoy!!

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Janus sighed, leaning against the railings of the ship he was currently sailing on and looking out across the endless sea towards the horison. 

His job paid well but got incredibly boring incredibly quickly. He wasn’t part of the crew that scurried back and forth across the deck. He wasn’t even really a sailor, despite what he told the people who hired him. 

And despite his affinity for the sea, Janus really had no place on boats amongst sailors, not really. 

He was a child of a siren and a human, born with human legs and thus useless to his aquatic kin, born with scales and fangs and a voice like silk which made his hated by the humans he was stuck with.

But Janus had made do, survived, grown up. He’d worked out how to utilise people’s paranoia and his own talents for money to make a living, worked out how to talk his way onto ships and make a living on the sea, even if part of him wished to be in it, rather than drifting atop it. 

It was mostly pirate crews he was able to get on board with because they were most suspicious of the sea, although they were the most unpleasant to be aboard with too. Pirates - despite being the most likely to hire him - were also the most likely to mistreat him and underpay him. One incredibly nasty captain had even attempted to take his scales whilst he was sleeping. But that was a story for another time.

For now, Janus was actually aboard a royal ship (an amazing opportunity for him, royals payed very well, actually) and his job was to protect the travelling family against the lure of his own kind, the sirens who lurked in the waters and hoped the drag the glittering royals into the sea using song that did not effect Janus. 

Which was why they hired him. Because of his siren heritage, Janus wasn’t effected by siren song, meaning that if he heard it, he could warn the crew and passengers and make sure they stayed below deck until the sirens had given up. He was supposed to protect them. 

Right now it was night. He and the lookouts up in the crows nest were the only ones out on deck and sirens rarely attacked this far out from their cosats anyway. So instead of really paying attention like he should be, Janus was resting his chin on an arm on the banister, looking out to the open sea and occasionally throwing a small jewel (a pile of which he’d stolen from the royal safe, because he would be long gone before they ever found out and he didn’t really care) as far as he could and listening for the satisfying splash sound they made. 

And maybe the reason he was so startled when he heard the first notes of drifting song was because he was not paying attention. That didn’t mean he didn’t snap into action immediately upon feeling the little tug on the edges of his mind - for him it was light enough to brush off easily, not so much for the other humans on board the boat. He whistled twice, sharp and loud, through his fingers to alert the others on the deck to get inside. He couldn’t let the sirens hurt anyone, or the only reputation that allowed him any income at all would be ruined. 

Luckily for him, he’d caught the sound of song early enough for the lookouts to get inside so that Janus could bolt the doors from the outside and return to the railings with a lanturn to look around and see if he could spot the culprits of the song.

He couldn’t see anyone yet, they must still be under the water, but he could hear the notes of the song clear as day and strangely enough he found he actually… recognised the tune? That was a first. 

There was no harm in humming along, right? The song was familiar, a shanty he had heard often enough aboard pirate vessels, he was pretty sure. He hadn’t heard it enough to know the words off of the top of his head, but he knew the melody well enough to join in. 

Only a minute or so later, the song ceased and Janus thought for a second that the siren had given up until he heard a loud splash. He yelped, before narrowing his eyes at the water, he still couldn’t see anyone… 

He leaned further over the railing, lowering the lanturn towards the water below in hopes to get a better view. Seconds later he realised how stupid of a thing to do that was as his hand slipped on the railing, he barely had a second to slam his eyes shut before he began to fall. He cried out, though he already knew it was useless because minutes previously he’d locked everyone else below deck. 

He’d expected to fall, hit the water and either be drowned or ripped apart and eaten by the creatures that were probably swarming down there. He expected to succumb to a fate he had been so sure he was immune to. 

Something grabbed his ankle and Janus cried out as his whole body jerked- momentum from the fall stopping so abruptly it had pain shooting through his ankle to the point where he was slightly worried he was injured worse than a bruise. But his main worry right now was not his potentially sprained ankle, but what the hell had caught him in the first place. 

Janus tried to look back up at the boat from where he was dangling and when he did his eyes were immediately caught by a pair that glittered like rubies in the starlight. They lit up when Janus caught their eye, grinning wide enough to show sharp teeth not unlike Janus’ own. 

“Careful,” They said, smirking, their voice sounding foreign in a way Janus had never heard on his travelled, “You might fall if you lean too far over.”

“A little late for that warning, don’t you think?” Janus said, a little breathlessly, he was starting to get a little light headed from hanging upside down for too long, “Any chance yuo could lift me up?”

They pouted, “Not even a thank you?”

“Thank you,” Janus said, trying to keep his tone as sincere and panic free and the growing nausea, “Very much for catching me, I really appreciate having my life saved, but if I hang here much longer I fear I might pass out.”

“Alright alright,” They said, rolling their eyes before finally hoisting Janus up over the ship railing and letting him sprawl onto his back on the deck and catch his breath, “That was close, lucky I was here, huh?”

Janus huffed, sitting up and turning to the stranger, who was sill lying draped across the boat’s railing, chin now resting on a hand. It was dark, but now that Janus had the ship’s lanterns aiding his eyes (he had unfortunately dropped his in his fall) he could mostly see their whole appearance and… oh god. 

“You’re-” Janus started.

“A siren? Yes, well observed,” They said, still grinning. Their bright red hair was long and streaked with gold, the fins on their ears and arms as well as their dorsal which Janus could see clearly were a translucent pinkish red, dotted with glittering sparks though they drooped in the open air. Their tail was mostly hidden, hanging down the outside of the boat and thus lost from Janus’ eyes to the darkness. 

And a pretty big thing that Janus could definitely see, was how shirtless this guy was. 

Of course he was shirtless, because merfolk didn’t have shirts, but Janus didn’t realise before just now how bad of a position that put him in, because he was far too gay and shaken up to deal with all of this right now.

Why had the siren who’d tried to lure him into the water saved him anyway? Where was the logic in that?

“Like what you see, sweetie?” They said with a smirk, Janus tore his gaze away, looking off in the other direction out of spite.

“Shut up,” Janus said, “What are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn’t you be in the water with the other fish?”

“Ooooh someone’s upset, guess I hit a nerve,” The siren said, wow, really mature, “You’re rude, I literally saved you! Does it matter why I’m here?”

“Surely it was your intention to lure me into the water?” Janus said, still looking away, “Why would you save me?”

The siren was silent for a moment just long enough for Janus to give in and look back, only to find them watching him with an odd expression. 

“Because you sang back to me- it was fun to sing with you rather than alone…” they said eventually, “No-one’s ever done that before, I was curious.”

“Right,” Janus said, turning his attention to his ankle - just for something to do other than look at the (very pretty, don’t think about that) siren. He pulled off his shoe and sock and sucked in a sharp breath at the pain the action caused. His ankle was indeed swollen and bruised, sprained at least. There was a crash next to him and the siren let out a loud ‘oof’, Janus turned to find that they had fallen from the railing onto the deck next to him, whether intentionally or not, Janus didn’t really care.

“Apologies,” They said, “That was incredibly inelegant of me.”

Janus huffed and went back to inspecting his injured ankle. Maybe it wasn’t wise to ignore the siren, who could certainly be quite deadly to him if they wanted to be.

He was aware than in his peripheral that they were slowly shifting closer to him, but they also seemed to think they were being sneaky, so Janus pretended not to notice for now.

That was until they reached over and brushed their clawed fingers over his injured ankle - although lightly - earning them a sharp elbow to the shoulder and a loud hiss as Janus backed away. Part of his mind told him that such a reaction was horribly animalistic, but he knew that was the people who found him and raised him talking and he tried really hard not to care right now as the siren seemed to wilt a little bit.

“I didnt mean to hurt you,” They said softly, sitting back to leave a fair amount of space between them both, “I could heal you- but- um- you probably wouldn’t want me to, so, it’s fine.”

“Why on earth would I not want to be healed?” Janus said, glaring, though mostly he just felt confused. He might not trust the siren, but he knew they had a whole range of useful abilities when they weren’t trying to kill you, so why…

“Because I would have to kiss you,” Roman said, “And your reaction to that touch a second ago made me think you might be against that-”

“Kiss me?” Janus yelped, the siren made a hand gesture as if to say ‘I told you so’, “I don’t even know your name!”

“My name is Roman - why exactly is that a prerequisite for me healing you?”

“Okay, Roman,” Janus said, coming to the realisation that they probably didn’t know what a kiss insinuated in human culture, he took a deep breath and attempted to explain as shortly as he could, though his face was pretty red by the end of it anyway.

“Romantic interest?” Roman said, tilting their head a little, “Like- mates?”

“Um, yes, well-” Janus answered, frowning, he was glad he knew enough about sirens for this, otherwise it would make conversations like this so much more difficult, “The first time you kiss someone probably happens before that, to, uh, express attraction for someone? But it’s quite intimate and I have hesitations.”

Roman hummed, tail swishing a little where it was now draped across the deck of the boat. Janus was frankly astonished by how big the fin was, enough that Janus could probably lay across the entire fin with spare roon. He’d always assumed they were smaller. 

“But if it’s just to heal what I hurt,” Roman said slowly, “Then surely it would be ok?”

Janus considered for a moment, wondered why the idea of kissing Roman didn’t seem even remotely as horrible an idea as it should have. In fact, a large part of him really wanted to say yes. 

“And besides, you are very attractive, I wouldn’t mind kissing you the other way too.” Roman said nonchalantly, looking away. Janus tried to get his suddenly flaming blush under control whilst Roman wasn’t looking. 

“Just healing,” Janus said eventually, “We can uh- circle back to the other way later.”

“...Fine, just healing,” Roman hugged, reaching out a hand with a smirk on their face, “For now,”

Janus hesitated, before pulling in a deep breath of cold night air and taking Roman’s hand. 

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Tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @reptilianrapscallion420 @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess (if anyone wants to be added let me know!)

@roceit2023

#sanders sides #roceit #roman sanders #janus sanders #ts roceit #ts roman #ts janus #fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #rowans writings

[littlemoondarling]

🌲 What is the kindest thing your OC has ever done for someone? What is the kindest thing someone has ever done for them? On the flip side, what is the worst thing your OC has done to another person?

Can you answer this for Rouge ? I got curious about him

I was hoping I'd get this question so I can answer it about Rouge lol so I'll answer this while eating

Rouge has surprisingly done alot of good in his life, one of which him always having his castle as a place of refuge for anyone seeking it, the unwanted, the abused, the suffering, all were welcomed as long as they could handle the fear of living under the same roof as a family of vampires, people would find themselves a suitable job (or something to learn if they were too young), get payed monthly and have a safe place to live and raise their children in. His castle was also turned into a safe haven when France was taken over during ww2, he would offer food, shelter and medical attention to anyone in need, that is how he actually adopted Fran, his mother sought shelter at Rouge's castle but ended up passing away during a traumatic childbirth and Rouge just couldn't leave this little sick human live the life of an orphan with no mother or father, so he adopted him... and lied to him about it... he can't be good All the time XD

The worst thing he's ever done is probably the way he raised Elliot, context, Elliot is a trans man and was originally raised as a girl named Eleanor, and while Rouge supported him throughout his transition he also ruined his son's life. Rouge hated how much El resembled his mother and would always comment on it, "It's like you're not even my daughter", "I can see her in you". "I wish you looked more like me." And things like that, he also always commented on El's food intake, "Too much," "wouldn't it be better if you ate just one?" "No man would love a woman who eats like that." And this led to Elliot developing a massive eating disorder that took over his entire being. Rouge also... gave up on him when Elliot's depression got too bad, he just left him to literally rot in his room...

#moony answers #rouge #elliot rouge

[arashrita]

-Comes in through a window-

hello may I request a TWST matchup? Also congrats on 100 followers!! Ik I’ve probably never interacted before but I truly love your fics!

My personality: From the outside I am seem as calm, reserved and quiet. However I am very sarcastic and I’ll admit rude to people I hate, and am very pessimistic. I tend to lie a bit… to… much sometimes and can get very stubborn when i want something my way. So I’m very ambitious. I will not hesitate to criticize stuff that are wrong, because of that I tend to be hard on myself and always set these high expectations.

I tend to have big mood swings because I tend to get very annoyed easily and that ruins my mood for the rest of the day. I’m also an introvert not as bad as Idia. Like I will go out of my room for a lot of things. I’m not a very huge fan of PDA but Will try.

forgot to say this but I’m also a March Aries

likes: trying different food, traveling, winter, the cold!!! Sometimes cooking.

Dislikes: Some Optimistic people. Bugs (deathly afraid lol) shots, school, Sleeping (I’m insomniac) and hot places

anyway congrats again for 100 followers!!! Stay safe, eat, drink, sleep etc!!

Hey there! I hope you are doing well. Take care of yourself yeah? Sometimes you just need to lay back just a bit. You seem like a hardworker. Good luck!

Okay, so I can be wrong but I think Vil Schoenheit is a good match for you.

If you two end up dating then,

He understands you to a different level, because, he faces what you face almost everyday.

Will definitely try to help you.

Lots of bickering, since you both are sarcastic.

Skin care and other things are a must.

He doesn't like PDA either so he will be affectionate with you in private.

Dote on you whenever he has the time (and mood.)

Long talks at times when both of you are frustrated.

You are his life saver, really. He finally has someone who understands him.

Overall, a quite stressful but understanding relationship.

#twst #twst disney #disney twst #twst headcanons #twst vil #twst matchup #vil schoenheit #twst imagines #twst random #twst dating headcanons #dating headcanons #vil x reader #vil x you #vil schoenheit x reader

[sunghoons-mole]

it’s too late.

GENRE // ex!park sunghoon x afab!reader (ft. bf!jungwon)

WARNINGS // angst, heartbreaking, sunghoon is a complete ass (he would never, hes an angel) 

FROM THE AUTHOR // this is the first fic ive posted without proper capitalization. if that bothers you, i apologize. this fic was a shower thought, and i was just in a hurry to get it all out before it left my brain lol. enjoy !

the knock on your door was so sudden that you almost dropped the book you were reading. 

that’s how disasters begin, isn’t it? a knock on the door. you’d read enough books to know. 

setting the book on the coffee table, you walked towards the door slowly, sure it was nothing to be worried about. wiping your sweaty palms on your pants didn’t make the doorknob less slippery. 

when you saw sunghoon through the cracked door, you slammed it shut again, turning the lock and putting your back against it. but you were sure he could hear the steady drum of your heartbeat as panic washed over you. 

but not just panic. longing. 

“y/n, let me in.” his voice seemed to impale the wood that separated the two of you. you hated how quickly you listened to him.

closing the door and locking it behind him, you turn to face him, crossing your arms. you refused to speak first. 

“i know i suck.” he scratched his neck, looking at the floor. “i should have called. i-”

“you shouldn’t have left in the first place,” you yelled back, unable to stay quiet. your heart felt heavy, seeing him here for the first time in 8 months. it was normal for him to disappear on you without notice, for him to break your heart time and time again. but 8 months was the longest he’d ever left you. what in the hell was he doing back at your door? 

“y/n, love, can we just sit for a minut-”

“no. say what you need to say, so you can leave.” in a matter of minutes you had become too fired up to sit back down, and you weren’t in the mood to hear him out, not when you had spent 8 months putting yourself back together. 

and how dare he call you love again. 

“okay, okay.” you could tell he was slightly frightened by your raised voice. good. he deserved to be as scared as you were when you woke up to see that he was gone once again, wondering if he was safe. if he was okay. if he even cared about you at all. 

“i don’t know how to tell you. fuck,” he whispered, pacing the floor. you stepped away from the front door, clearing your throat and growing impatient. 

“i was afraid.” he stopped in place, looking at you. “of you. of... commitment.”

god, he sounded so typical. 

“and i let that drive me away. i thought if i just disappeared, it would hurt less for both of us.” 

if you had any doubts that sunghoon was sincere, they vanished at the sight of a tear rolling down his cheek. 

“and god, i was so fucking wrong.” his voice broke, and you felt your heart break along with it.

“everything i did, everywhere i went, i was kicking myself. because i wished you were there with me. doing it all with me. and i knew i fucked up.”

as compelled as you were to forgive him, you had realized a lot in the past 8 months. 

“you left several times before, hoon.” he winced at the nickname. “and yeah, you fucked up. every. single. time. you walked out that door.” your voice was growing hoarse from the yelling, and because you were on the verge of tears. how could he do this to you? how could he show up again, ruining all the progress you’d made on letting him go? 

“but i’m here now,” he whispered. “i’m telling you that i love you.” he steps forward, cupping your jaw with one hand. “please give me another chance.”

you pushed his chest away from you. “how do i know you won’t just up and leave again, park sunghoon?” you were full on crying then, unable to act tough and unbothered any longer. “you broke me. i spent so much time cleaning up the mess you made of me. and you come marching over here to make a mess of me again.” 

his expression was worried, sorrowful, pitiful. more tears fell as he took a step towards you again, tucking the hair behind your ear. “i won’t make that mess again, y/n. please trust me. i love you, so much. and i’m so fucking sorry it took me that long to come to terms with that.” 

just as the temptation to melt into his arms began, your phone rang from the couch. you jumped then, staring at sunghoon, your tear-soaked eyes meeting his tear-soaked ones. you backed toward the couch and picked up the phone. 

“hey,” you started, trying not to let it show that you had just been broken into pieces once more. you couldn’t let him know. 

but jungwon didn’t need a magnifying glass to find even the tiniest cracks in your composure. “baby, are you okay?” 

the worry in jungwon’s voice saved you, wrapping a bandage around your heart and knocking some sense into you. jungwon was love. jungwon was compassion. jungwon was everything sunghoon had been lacking for the past several years. you weren’t dumb enough to throw that to the wolves. 

“i’m okay, wonnie.” you looked up, locking eyes with sunghoon who was holding his breath. “i’ve just had a bit of a rough day.”

“i’m on my way home now. i was calling to see if you wanted me to grab us dinner.” you could hear the windshield wipers going through the phone. had it started to rain? “how do tacos sound, lovely?”

“sounds perfect, jungwon. thank you.” sunghoon lowered his eyes, staring at the floor and putting his hands in his pockets. 

and all of a sudden, it didn’t hurt so much anymore. the pain seemed to be numbed by some sort of metaphorical cold compress, and you didn’t feel so bad for sunghoon in that moment. he had dug his own grave on this one. it wasn’t your fault if he hated lying in it. 

“i’ll be home soon. cozy up with a blanket, okay? it’ll make you feel better. besides, the rain is going to cool down the air. i want you to be warm until i get there.” jungwon giggled into the speaker. “i have plenty of hugs to catch up on. should warm you up real nice, i hope.”

you couldn’t hide your smile even if you tried. wiping your cheeks, you hung up the phone and set it on the coffee table, next to your book. 

sunghoon walked closer to you. “i should be going...”

“yeah. that would probably be best.” you looked down, crossing your arms.

you were caught off guard by him pulling you into a hug. you were stiff for a moment, but the familiar feel of his arms around you caused your heart to betray you. hugging him back, you buried your face in his chest one last time.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t be who you needed me to be.” he whispered, resting his chin on your head. “if jungwon ever mistreats you, i’m here.” you felt a teardrop in your hair as his chest shook against your cheek. “one call, and i’m here.”

you pulled away, shaking your head. “he won’t.” you went to the door and held it open, taking one last look at your first love. there was pain in his eyes, beggin you to let him stay, and he was still crying. 

you couldn’t remember if you’d ever seen him cry at all. 

you managed to tear your eyes away from him. “it’s too late, hoon.”

he nodded, eyes never leaving the ground as he walked out the door. 

~

thanks for reading ! with love, sunghoons-mole

#enhypen #enhypen fic #enhypen sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon #enhypen jungwon #yang jungwon #jungwon #sunghoon fic #jungwon fic

[bluiex]

Lol my favorite pairings are funny.

I love Scarian the most because 3rd life ruined me.

But with Grian I like pairing him with Mumbo and Ren often enough sometimes even Impulse or (really rare pair here) Scott.

Scar is often with Cub, Mumbo, or Jimmy.

Though my versions of them are different from each other.

Life Series Grian isn’t a Watcher in my headcanons. He WAS one but is being punished. Each iteration he forgets the last punishment and does it again. Only to remember in the void between games and regret how he hurt his friends. Knowing he’ll forget and do it all over again.

Life Series Grian hates negative emotions. Guilt. Anger. Despair. Fear. He despises these emotions and hates feeling anything but the rush of the win. This leads him to do stupid things. A lot.

Double Life Grian is a good example of this. His whole cheating on Scar was due to him wanting a rush. I honestly think he didn’t loved BigB he was in love with the Idea of BigB. The forbidden romance and shit.

I don’t think, had he even been with BigB, he would he have won. BigB is too calm, has the least amount of kills, and plays it safe. Grian is bloodthirsty and makes enemies like crazy.

But that my persona headcanon.

Hermit Grian is different, he feels Constantly. His emotions are all over the place and he cries for no reason and can’t understand why. Mama has ADHD something awful and the littlest things send him into a spiral.

He also is a massive flirt in Hermitcraft and has all the guys wanting him. And he flits between them all (I will die on the hill that Hermitcraft is just a giant poly.)

Hermit Grian is impulsive and acts before thinking lol. His brain is a dark place for some. And he’s always thinking of just starting problems for no reason. And Hermit Grian is a Watcher, but is a very calm Watcher. He just vibing.

But one thing is true for all my Grian headcanons, no matter the universe.

“If Grian has no problems, Grian will create his own problems.”

I love sharing my Headcanons. If you guys want I could share mine of Scar next? :)

God i love your Grian headcanons. Especially the him not being a watcher for LL and it was just a punishment for him. So so good

And yeah I like that for Grian in DL he likes the idea of BigB and the thrill he gets from what he's doing. Uncaring how much it'll hurt others

#bluie gets an ask poggers #long post

[purble-turble]

19, for DKR and Prince MK?

19 Bringing them a plate of their favorite sliced fruit.

Thanks for your patience!! It takes me so long to get to these prompts sometimes, but here is the next one! I managed to keep it much shorter than the other ones (through great force of will might I add lol)

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Normally it would be unheard of for a king to do chores. It was beneath his station to do things like cook or clean; that was what servants were for, after all.

Too bad none of them could be trusted.

Not with something so precious and dear to him as his darling prince.

If it meant keeping his beloved MK safe from everyone trying to steal him away and ruin their newly refound happiness, then Demon King Red would cook a million dinners and sweep a billion floors! He'd do it with a smile on his face knowing that it was all for his darling, his love, his everything, his reason for living… There was nothing he wouldn't do for his prince.

Except let him out of the tower, of course.

MK had asked every day since he'd shut him in there a month ago to be let out, but sadly it was the one request he absolutely couldn't grant. Poor MK was so kind and trusting. He didn't understand that the rest of the world was evil and jealous. King Red couldn't risk that they might be torn apart by those outside forces. His darling would grow to love the tower. He'd see it for what it really was- a protective cocoon for their love, a place where they could be the only two people in the world. Perhaps he would even want to help with the chores that Red had taken on to keep the tower nice for them both. He was still a little pouty, no doubt because their honeymoon had been cut short because the king had to dispose of that servant. (How dare he smile at his darling like that- just remembering it made Red's hair start smoking in a fury!)

Well, until the prince was feeling more up to it, Red was more than happy to take on the responsibilities. He had thought he was a somewhat decent chef, having learned a bit back in the day despite his mother's insistence that it was unnecessary, but MK still wasn't eating much. Whenever he placed a bowl in front of him, he barely touched it, just preferring to stare angrily at it. Obviously it was Red's own fault… he needed to step up his game and figure out exactly what his darling wanted!

Perhaps he needed a little bit of help.

Standing in the palace kitchens, he stared down at the assortment of foods in front of him. The kitchen staff had helped assemble a variety of snacks that he could offer his darling, and now they were all standing off to the side, nervously waiting for him to make his choice and leave. He paid them no mind, trying to focus on what MK might like best.

The dishes he had prepared for the prince previously were perhaps too fancy. He wanted to impress him and so had tried to mimic the sort of elegant meals he was used to, being royalty and all. However, MK wasn't born into demon royalty. He might want something more simple. Reaching out, the king picked up a tray of fruit that was laid out in a nice display.

Yes, this would work. Fruits were nice and sweet, while still being a good snack. This would be a good lunch for his darling!

He turned away from the table, about to head back to the tower, but he paused suddenly. These sliced fruits on the tray, were they… peaches?

Hmm… did MK like peaches?

Now that he thought about it, peaches reminded him… of…

King Red dropped the tray.

There was a loud clang of the metal hitting the floor and the fruit that was laid across it so artfully splattered across the kitchen tiles. He whirled around, glaring at the kitchen staff as they huddled against the back wall.

"Peaches?" he demanded, "MK hates peaches! Whose idea was it to have this as an option?!"

For a moment, all the staff did was cower in silence as he fumed. He was starting to think of what might be an appropriate punishment for them, but then one stepped forward with a deep bow.

"Please accept my apologies, your majesty," the demon chef said, "I was afraid this might happen. None of us could possibly know the prince's tastes better than you! Please, if you'll allow us, we could prepare a more suitable fruit tray if you'd give us some guidance."

Red felt the smoke wafting off his hair come to a stop. This chef made a good point. Of course they wouldn't know his darling's favorite fruit! In fact, if they had then that would have been an actual issue to deal with.

Folding his arms across his chest, the king huffed quietly and thought for a moment. What fruit did MK like best?

Certainly not peaches… maybe dragonfruit?

Dragon… like… like that girl who-

No.

MK hated dragonfruit too.

Plums maybe? Hmm. No.

Bananas? Papaya? Mangos? Blueberries?

No, no, no, NO!

What would MK like? What was a suitable fruit for his prince? Something as sweet as he was, but not peaches… maybe something… red?

"Strawberries," he finally said, "MK likes strawberries."

The chef who had spoken before and was waiting bowed again, "Of course, your majesty. Allow us to get that for you."

Demon King Red nodded and turned away as the chefs started to scurry about to fulfill his wish. He could go about putting together a tray by himself now that he knew what he wanted, but since he still had the kitchen staff around he may as well put them to use. He still didn't trust them, and especially not their judgement, considering those awful peaches… but perhaps he didn't have to do every chore on his own.

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[twopoppies]

Hi Gina! I hope you’re well! That will probably sound a bit weird but it’s been bothering me a lot the last few days and you’re one of my favourite accounts that definitely feel like a safe space. So back in very late 2020, I’d say mainly December and November I had a really weird feeling that was making me feel somewhat anxious. Basically I felt that there was something off with this entire DWD thing and Olivia mainly, I felt like there will be something happening with them but I’m partially blaming it on years spent on Twitter and the fact that anytime Harry is seen with a blonde, skinny woman everyone immediately says they’re sleeping together or "watch out, they’re gonna be a couple soon" lol I still don’t get why twitter stans are this way and I’m glad I already left that side of social media. Anyway, we all know what happened shortly after and let’s just say it was definitely not a happy time, my god she was so annoying, it made me want to throw up sometimes. And once the official BUA came out I was just so happy that she’s finally gone. Now, after I saw that Harry’s friends and generally, people around him are still liking her posts, stuffs like that it made me kinda confused. I don’t know, I guess you could call it some sort of ptsd after this shitshow at this point. And well, this feeling that this happy time won’t be lasting that long won’t leave for the past few days. So, I’m sorry for ranting but just wanted to ask your opinion on this all. What do you really think will happen now in the near future? Do you think they will ever reunite them at some point? Or if it’s not for Olivia then do you think they would make him stunt again sometimes soon with another woman? Obviously everyone is better than her but I’m just hoping that he will get some peaceful time now for at least a long year if not more. Kind of how it was after Camille. Do you think they’ll want to drag him around with some new girlfriend now or just let him be his "single" self to the world? Thank you so much in advance for answering and I’m sorry for the probably needless rant but it’s been making me really uneasy in the fandom aspect, the past few days. Hope you have a great day Gina! x

Hi honey. I think it’s just helpful to acknowledge that we don’t know anything about why his stunts happen, what is involved contractually, or what the end goals are. From an outsider’s perspective, it would seem ridiculous to bring her back. She’s almost universally hated, he seemed miserable, and his reputation seems to have suffered due to the way the stunt rolled out and was handled. He’s also overexposed to a point where people are now starting to think it’s cool to hate him. So doing another high profile stunt seems pretty pointless, IMO.

In general, I just think it ruins my enjoyment of fandom to focus too much on things that make me unhappy. Especially if I’m worrying about things that may never happen. I don’t know how to make you stop future worrying, but for me I just try to focus on the good things that are happening now — like how happy he looks on tour. And maybe stay away from places like twitter where rumors and fear mongering seems to run rampant.

#holivia #stunts

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I think you’re the only one that agrees with me on Neville being a mediocre character. You may not agree with this, but my blood was boiling when Neville destroyed the last horcrux in DH. Ginny was the one I thought deserved to destroy the last horcrux. Instead of the Neville scene, what if Ginny was like: "Fuck you, Tom. He didn’t run, and he wasn't a coward like you; he was more of a man than you'll ever be, and fuck you and your fucken diary," she gets flashbacks of her first year (walking up in the middle of no where covered in blood, blackouts during major parts of the year, knowing these students were petrified because of what Tom was making her do), Harry saving her, him playing exploding snaps when she felt alone, their time in Grimmauld Place, the summer before her fifth year when they finally got to know each other properly, the number of times she caught Harry staring at her, their first kiss, time spent by the lake, their breakup, their last kiss, the love she felt when she saw him battered but safe in the RoR, the fear she felt when she felt someone walk past her near the forbidden forest, and the way her heart and future shattered when she saw Hagrid carrying Harry's body. Then she gathers up her courage and pulls the sword from the hat, and then she cuts off Nagini's head. Give my girl the retribution and justice she deserves for what Tom did to her! I wanted that emotional fuck yes, that's my girl moment. Instead we got a typical antihero become a hero. Boring. Why is Hermione the only female Horcrux destroyer? There were seven horcruxes, and only one was destroyed by a female? As much as I love Molly's line and the killing of Bellatrix, I don't mind if Neville kills her instead. Bellatrix messed up his family, so killing her would make sense. Tom ruined Ginny's first year, and the possession messed her up mentally for a while. Yes, we adore it when the underdog becomes a hero, but I hate it even more when it comes at the expense of a girl who deserves redemption. Ginny deserved to kill the last Horcrux with the sword of Gryffindor, not Neville. Okay, sorry that was my little rant. Lol.

I do agree with you. Neville is mediocre and I don’t think he deserved to destroy the final Horcrux. Ginny slaying Nagini would have been badass and had her storyline come full circle.

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Now that’s I’ve spent a day mulling over the final Mistborn book, I’ve decided I’m rejecting canon and doing it myself XD

So Kelsier Lives AU >>> Mistborn Rewrite

This is a long post, so my thoughts are under the cut!

The Final Empire proceeds mostly like canon, with a couple small differences and a couple giant ones right at the end.

The koloss don’t exist anymore. This is minor here, but more relevant next book. I have no thoughts for them, so they’re gone XD

Elend and Vin are no longer lovers. Instead they’re ride or die besties. Elend, knowing the dangers of the court, feels the desire to take this charming young woman under his wing and maybe keep her safe from the brunt of it. Vin hasn’t ever really had a friend before, and gets to go through the journey of thinking he’s acting before realizing that no, he’s actually invested in her well being.

More Spook! Not really sure how, but more Vin and Spook that does not involve romance. They’re also ride or die besties lol.

We’re also doing something with the fact that Vin could sense Sazed’s power stores in the metalminds. Turns out there was a reason her father didn’t realize her mother was skaa. It’s because she wasn’t. She was a terriswoman, and Vin ultimately discovers she has feruchemical powers on accident during the climax.

As a result, Vin’s backstory is going to take a minor shift. Her mother loved her and Reen very much, and when she was killed Reen took Vin and ran. I’m thinking the event traumatized Reen and he turned abusive in a twisted sense of protection. The earring is the only memory of their mom that Vin has, and she pierced her ear herself. Notably, while in the mists. This will be relevant later.

Kelsier lives. The Lord Ruler misses with the spear and he’s hauled away from the square, barely alive and bloodied. He’s given pewter, Sazed patches him him, but no one is sure if he’ll make it. Not sure who insights the rebellion, Breeze’s team maybe, but it happens.

Then Vin kills The Lord Ruler, right before dawn. She plunges the spear through his chest and discovers that not only is he Rashek, he’s The Deepness as well.

A yellow sun rises that morning.

As the yellow sun washes over the world, the world changes. Ash melts away, the sky clears, the grass fades to green and the Ashmounts become nothing more than mountains. The hold The Deepness had on the world is released.

The epilogue takes place several days later, when Kelsier finally wakes up. He didn’t expect too, but he did. He finds out what happened, learns his brother lives, and sees the flowers he always hoped he would.

Then there’s Book 2/3. I have no idea whether all these ideas would do better as one book or two, but regardless this is very different to canon and is where the bulk of the changes happen. Book 2 combines elements of tWoA and tHoA, plus a healthy dose of me doing my own thing lol.

Book 2 is focused on wrapping up the loose ends of Allomamcy, discovering the Three Metallic Arts in full, establishing the new government, and most importantly; where the heck is that atium???

Ruin and Preservation do not exist. I hated that plot line so into the trash they go XD

Kelsier is working on the atium problem. He denied kinghood because he has no patience for bureaucracy and endorsed Elend as king, which mostly settled the people. Now that he’s more or less fully recovered from The Collapse, he’s trying to locate the atium. With no success so far.

Spook is important. He’s a scout for Elend and is potentially helping Kelsier with the atium problem? Not sure specifically but he’s a tin savant already. This kickstarts the investigating of Allomancy.

Speaking of, it eventually comes out that Elend is an electrum Misting. He is not Mistborn, but he can have a cool power as a treat. This also ties into the uncovering of new Allomantic metals.

The Kandra are important because I think they’re cool! Not sure how I’m going to rework them, considering Ruin and Preservation are no longer an actual thing, but they are here and they are cousins to the Mistwraiths still.

They might still have the atium too, and Elend would like to be diplomatic but firm about getting it.

Specifically, I think it’s Vin and Kelsier and TenSoon growing close that finally sells the diplomacy. I’m not sure if it’s been TenSoon all along, or if I’m keeping the imposter plot, but regardless they still get close and the wolfhound thing still happens. Not sure how, but it does. Doggie TenSoon is very important to me <3

Tindwyl is still here, she’s helping Elend without erasing his entire personality. Her and Sazed do in fact, still fall in love <3

Elend spends a lot of this book proving to the people that he is a worthy king, and deserves Kelsier’s endorsement <3

Straff and Cett are also here! I think they’re tailing Elend to find the atium. So Luthadel does not end up under siege, but Kandra homeland might.

Notably, Jastes is not here. The koloss don’t exist so he’s dead lol.

Zane gets to stay, probably under a different name because Zane sounds too modern lol. He’s Straff’s Mistborn, is unrelated to Elend, did not survive Hathsin, and is also not insane. His core arc is trying to figure out how to make a life for himself that he likes, to parallel Vin.

Speaking of Vin, her arc is reconciling with herself to become a whole. Vin Mistborn. Street urchin, noblewoman, Mistborn, and deserving of love and joy <3

Kelsier has to learn how to live, now that he’s not dead.

Dockson also lives, and learns that there’s some good in the society he hates so much.

We get to see Breeze being a good man! And a mentor to Allrianne. No dating, just mentor/apprentice

Clubs is also here and I love him lol

So is Ham and his wife <3

The bulk of the Three Metallic Arts mystery is on discovering the rest of the allomantic metals and unlocking Hemalurgy. Feruchemy has mostly been figured out by now, but it gets tied in a bit as new metals are discovered.

Hemalurgy is no longer of Ruin. It is now simply the art of Giving power via infused metal. How does that work? Don’t know yet, I don’t think murder is required but it’s often easiest way to get power probably XD Spikes are the method still, and Inquisitors have the spikes in the places they do mostly just to look menacing. We learn a lot of this with Marsh.

Feruchemy is the art of Storing power. It works like it does in canon, and new things can be stored as new metals are discovered.

Allomamcy is no longer of Preservation, and is the art of Using power. This also works like canon, and this book spends a lot of time discovering new metals and using them to not get murdered by Straff XD

Vin is the coolest Mistborn on the block, and has elements of all three. Remember the earring? Vin used it for mist enhanced Hemalurgy on accident when she was young, giving her the ability to pierce copperclouds.

Also we’re going to acknowledge that Vin is a frighteningly powerful Allomancer!! She pulls so much power from metals, it floors everyone XD

The mists can be drawn upon by powerful Metallic Arts users, and are not limited to Allomancy. They buff what you’re trying to do, and are basically raw power. Vin draws upon them again early on I think, and starts unraveling the mystery in time to use them in the climax.

The climax is of course, a fight against Straff’s armies. He realizes Elend is going to get the atium and that Cett has allied with him, and decides to slaughter everyone who stands in his way. This does not work out for him lol. He gets killed, Elend gets the atium, Zane defects, Cett and Elend have a treaty and are trading partners, and all is well and everyone lives <3

And of course, The Lord Ruler still sucks. We’re axing the “oh he was honorable, just corrupted :(“ angle entirely. He was a tyrant and an ass, end of.

#bird caws #mistborn #mistborn rewrite au #mistborn the final empire #wow this turned out so incredibly long lol #but I had thoughts and I needed to get them out there lol #tWoA and tHoA were just not it for me and I think Brandon Sanderson should’ve let me handle it XD