#leftovers from jb week

[effulgent-girl]

Timeless follows the adventures of an unusual trio — a history professor, Jaime Lannister, a scientist, Podrick Payne, and a soldier, Brienne Tarth — as they attempt to stop Catelyn Tully, a time-traveling criminal, from changing the course of history.

#jaime x brienne #leftovers from jb week #timeless au #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #graphic #gotedit #time travel #time machine #effulgentgirl #I really had to think who the flynn in this verse could be

[dolokhoded]

80s jesus 'verse disciple headcanons pt. 3 (jesus, judas, jb)

my sincere apologies i know i said i'd bost judas "in a little bit" about. 2 weeks ago. here they are. @ that one anon who asked me about judas, my brain works very slowly, there he is

JESUS

ok starting off jesus is gender wacky. idk what he is i use he/him for him but calling him a man feels off. he's my favorite gender identity which is wack.

being somewhat divine does that to you you don't really care for the labels society has completely made up. ANYWAYS

i don't even know what i'm gonna write for jesus i'm sure you know what kinda guy jesus was. 

okay. grew up in nazareth with his parents miriam and yosef and his siblings 

(don't ask me why im using the hebrew form of names for the parents but not jesus himself. it's because we have a hundred marys.)

he has three siblings, two sisters and one brother, and he's older than all of them with a pretty big age gap, he was kind of an accidental pregnancy

(or, y'know, the son of god. but who knows ! )

had a relatively normal life compared to everyone else. i guess reparations for how well his life went last time idk.

jesus is also the only one out of them all who has somewhat of a sense that they've all existed together somewhere before ? he doesn't clearly remember any of it, but he did recognize his disciples when he met them.

he also has a lot of nightmares. they're vague, but very painful.

anyways aside from that pretty decent upbringing. he always knew that he wanted to help people as much as he can.

he learned carpentry from his dad and although he did study political science he ended up just running his father's shop.

however of course he also runs his organization ! which i really struggle to pick a main cause for because like it's jesus ? i feel like he'd care about anything that helps people he's just trying to make the world a little better.

idk. i'll think about it.

before he was doing that he was doing a lot of activist and volunteer work alongside his cousin john ! you guys know cousin john !

and therefore already had a lot of peers and a lot of friends who then followed him and supported him. the first being andrew, who was very close with john and was there when there was just talk between the three of them and maybe some more friends about jesus starting his own cause

aside from carpentry, which he obviously likes and is very good at, jesus is actually a little bit of a creative in general.

he just started with woodcarving with his leftover supply for fun and then slowly moved on to clay and occasionally even sculpting.

likes to give stuff shape anyways

cares so much for his whole team and always reminds them to be kind to themselves and take care of themselves however he has not practiced self care a single DAY in his entire LIFE

will overwork himself to exhaustion if someone doesn't physically drag him away. has before.

for an all loving creature he has the emotional intelligence of a doorknob

dgmw he's great. he's kind to everyone and all that. he's understanding.

still has not known what the fuck is going on a day in his entire life. each time any of his friends looks the slightest bit off he comes to the wildest possible conclusion.

most of the time said conclusion being that it's his fault

he might be a tiny bit self-centered. usually not in a positive way towards himself either, it just means he thinks he's the cause of everything bad happening in his life.

feels like the world revolves around him, just in a very pessimistic way

but he's got a lot on his plate can you blame him.

love how i went "yeah he's relatively doing pretty well" and then gave him a bunch of issues lol sorry jesus

JUDAS

welcome, queers, i know you're here for him, here he is

judas is an only child and comes from a very rich family.

his parents own an insurance company and have like a bunch of buildings they're renting.

generational wealth, basically. it's all inherited and they're making a shit ton of money out of nothing it's all already set up.

judas' family is also very religious.

and i know that so far two out of the two times i've said that it means the parents are assholes but i swear it's not like that james and john's parents are also religious it just wasn't relevant.

but yeah judas' parents are, in fact, assholes. judas was very involved at the temple from very early childhood.

which unfortunately led to him being abused by religious officials that he could supposedly trust and grew up with.

especially once he started growing into his teens and came to the realization that he very much Does Not like women.

which his parents didn't love either.

somewhere around that time he started to distance himself from his family, especially once he moved away for university. judas studied political science but halfway through kind of changed career plans and double majored in journalism

which was very demanding but he did it anyways !

in university he meets jesus. jesus is in his third year when he's in his first and helps him out a lot. they're both very politically active too and always meet at protests and charity events etcetcetc so, yeah, they know each other. and sure there's something there but judas is very closed off and they drift apart when jesus graduates.

oh, judas also has depression, he was diagnosed at age ten, his family was very ashamed of that as well.

in his last year of university, he falls out with his parents once and for all.

they already weren't close, judas was very hurt by them and obviously he had a lot of personal issues with them but to him the line came when he found out about a lot of things that were going on behind closed doors in his parents' company, they were scamming a lot of innocent people and also partnering with a lot of . really just scum of the earth kind of people.

judas got rightfully very upset and had absolutely zero reason to keep covering up any of this. so he didn't ! and obviously that was very disastrous for the company.

judas gets disowned. not legally, but his parents cut all ties with him. not that he wasn't going to do that himself anyways.

obviously though as a consequence he suddenly has very very limited money. luckily for him he's currently in a relationship with his guy, isaac, who's very happy to let him move into his apartment. it would benefit him too to share the rent anyways. as it turns out, isaac's not a great guy ! judas himself isn't too well either so they have a very weird very unhealthy very codependent relationship and though they fight a lot it takes judas two years until he finally finds the strength to walk out on him.

judas didn't think that through very well because he doesn't really have anywhere to go. to his luck, guess who he runs into !

it's jesus. of course it's jesus this is the dolokhoded bible where the main character is still jesus, no matter how much i love to talk about james and simon.

jesus is on his way to a meeting with his team and he's like hey why don't you come along. and judas does. and that's it, he meets the whole gang, he ends up rooming with andrew and philip for a while before he gets his own place.

and, y'know. he does, eventually, in an excruciatingly slow process that tests the patience of all of their friends, get together with jesus.

okay i prob have to write this too uhh sad stuff ahead judas attempts once.

he's spiraling and overworking himself and hiding it pretty well. has some petty fight with john that jesus scolds him about and then has another fight with jesus over that and overall it's not going swell.

strangely enough it's john who decides to check on him after that. he has not gotten along with judas a day in his life but he could tell how upset he was and jesus is hurt and also a little petty and isn't gonna go do it himself so he decides he might as well. to his horror he stumbles into. well. yeah

he survives.

he moves in with jesus, john and matthew for a while after that.

(a lot of them are rooming they don't have much money)

goes back to therapy too.

okay sad stuff over. it gets better. he's doing well. gets a job at an independent news page and becomes quite known among his circles for his work too.

JOHN THE BAPTIST

or JB.

he does not baptize anyone. his first name is john baptist. don't ask me the logic of being named after himself when he hasn't existed yet for people to be named after him ok making an au of a defining characteristic of current human society is fucking difficult

jesus' cousin. his mother, elisheba, is miriam's sister. she's a good fifteen years older than her, and was in her fourties the year that both jesus and jb were born so her getting pregnant was a bit of a surprise.

grew up with jesus and they're very close. they studied together and they theorized together and they discussed everything together.

very big on environmental activism. and by consequence very very anti-capitalism. very anti-fast fashion, for multiple reasons. also vegan :).

jb genuinely believes the human race is the universe's biggest abomination and we should just go extinct. he's not wrong.

he doesn't pick favorites (but he does and they're andrew and philip they're his favorites)

philip was sort of his right hand

he's kind of there to encourage all the shit jesus can't if he doesn't want absolute chaos and zero planning. give simon a pat on the back for getting into fights with racists and all that.

generally he's a little more radical that jesus is. they don't agree on everything but they both respect each other's stances.

he's so well read. it's obvious too, they're all educated obviously, but this guy talks and you can tell he knows his shit. it's very impressive.

and not even in the sense of being well informed and reading theory he knows literature he knows art he's so cultured and i don't like using the word cultured because it often brings to mind a very western very white very high class perception of "culture" but that's not what i'm talking about here.

jb calls himself an atheist in a more political sense. he believes that people shouldn't rely on some higher force to give humanity and morality substance and should instead search for meaning inside those things alone, otherwise they won't have the right motivations to be moral and therefore their beliefs will have no strong foundation.

he grew up jewish but his relationship with his faith is very personal to him and stays between him and god. he doesn't care to discuss it with anyone, except maybe jesus a few times.

sort of everyone's go-to person for advice. he's there to talk the stupid out of them.

his mother was a seamstress, and he learned from her. he likes to make a lot of his own clothes.

professionally, however, he's a translator. he speaks hebrew, english, greek, russian and arabic. (also a little bit of french and german. he's not qualified to translate those though) (is constantly in the process of learning more)

he just fixated on different alphabets as a teenager a little too hard.

#bible fandom #dolokhoded bible #took me. EIGHTEEN DAYS approximately. #im doing either matthew and philip or matthew philip And either thomas or nathanael next. #whoever doesnt make it to the next post is banished with thad and little james. my dallas jenkins era. #(i am joking fuck dallas jenkins)

[myf00djournal]

How good is progress? Chip chip chip away.

My watch went a bit haywire at the beginning, missed the start apparently, and the entire run whenever I looked it kept showing inaccurate splits. At one point it said 6:15 but clearly none of them were. It made me push because I thought I was running behind pace 😤 So bizarre. That’s Apple for you lol. My Runna membership is in lieu of getting a Garmin but unfortunately they don’t have a feature that paced you through “race day” it’s just training plans. They said that feature is coming though so fingers crossed 🤞🏽

Very proud of my efforts especially over the last 6 weeks but that work started about a year ago 🙏🏽 🏃🏽‍♀️ I just completely believe in myself now. It is so daunting looking back. This time last year I was still chasing my 2022 goal of going under 30. Once everything clicks it’s just magic 🪄

I haven’t been posting my whole day lately. I just took a break. I still tracked on some days but I’m feeling like I had a good understanding of my routine foods lately and didn’t need to input everything.

My week has felt pretty consistent. I did strength training 4x, and after tomorrow will have run 22.5km in total. I felt tired though because we had a shutdown period at work and I WFH. It felt very tiring to go back 🙃

I did my easy run on Tuesday but skipped a 7km progressive run on Thursday because it was 40 degrees here 🥵 I’m running my 11km long run tomorrow with my mate around the river so I’m excited for a change of scenery and some company. Next week is a deload week as it’s halfway through the program and I am keeeeeeen.

Today after parky I just got a coffee ☕️ . I had had Nutrigrain before I ran, just a small portion. I usually have half an English muffin but we ran out.

Came home and did uni work 📚 as my semester started this week.

Went to our fave sushi 🍣 place for lunch. I love my wagyu beef, prawn nigiri, katsu 🤤, 🐙 had about six plates. Then checked out JB and got one of those 14 in 1 air fryers and slow cookers all of that jazz. Josh had been eyeing it off for months and my family gave him a voucher for his birthday. Cute.

Then we got bubble tea because that’s our new Saturday thing. I tried a rose green tea. Tasty.

And then I did a uni reading and napped 🥰

Josh is currently cooking up a chicken korma with basmati and naan that I am stoked for. Get in my belly.

We have leftover lemon meringue cake from the birthdays last night so will also get into that 🤭 generous servings to fuel me up!

I hope everyone had a nice week and is enjoying their weekend 🫶🏽

#gymlife #training #strength and conditioning #nutrition #food #food log #mfp #wieiad #personal #health & fitness

[lowlights]

love confession prompt: “ i know you're busy, but it's important." for either pero, whiskey, or max phillips

Hi my spooky bby- I could honestly go for any of these boys but I'm in the mood for a little whiskey....

Whiskey x f!reader - a little language, nothing else

Living in the country was supposed to be peaceful. Just you, your dogs, your goats, and the fresh air.

It's anything but peaceful right now. You feel like the world is shattering around you.

Jack is sitting in the leather chair in your living room, hunched forward with his elbows resting on his thighs, his posture a far departure from how he usually lounges like a lazy cat. 

You're across from him, hugging your arms to your chest and trying to keep your face from betraying your emotions as he tells you about the job that's taking him away.

Away from his ranch next to yours. Away from you.

Fuck, how did your neighbor come to mean so much to you? It started with a lost goat (Fitz was an escape artist) and you repaying Jack with dinner on the porch after he brought Fitz back and mended the fence. Then he was coming over to chat every few nights. Then he would ask for some help at his place, for which he obviously had to repay you.

You would look for reasons to spend time in his company at every turn, bringing over leftovers or sharing bottles of wine together after a hard day. You fell so quickly for him. He worked his way into your life and you never saw it coming.

"I promise, it'll just be a few days. I've got Richie and JB lookin' after my place and they promised me they would stop in every day and look after you, too. I made 'em swear it to me," Jack says sweetly. You nod, and ask the question that's been settling deep in your belly since he told you he was leaving for work.

"You said your old job was...dangerous. Is this gonna be dangerous, Jack?" you ask, voice weighted heavily with concern.

He gives you a sad smile. “They’re just callin’ me back for one more job, something they need a specialist for. I should be in and out in under a week.” 

You nod in understanding but anxiety bubbles over in your stomach and you realize you can’t sit still for another second or you might crawl out of your skin. “Well, let me send you off with some things,” you say as you jump up and speed into the kitchen. “Do you need food? I’m sure you do. Do they feed you on the way? Do you take a plane? Of course they would feed you on a plane. If it’s a normal plane. I don’t even know where you’re going.” 

Jack follows you into the kitchen, standing in the middle of the small, tiled room as he watches you zoom back and forth and ramble on. “Hey, it’ll be alright. Can you just…hey-” he says as he tries to get your attention without luck. 

You feel like your anxiety might explode out of you and your head is spinning. “Oh, do you need me to check on your chickens? The boys don’t know how to keep from freaking out Miss Featherington when they go to collect the eggs. She’ll peck their hands clean off. I can do that, I’ll go in the mornings.” You’re still crisscrossing around the kitchen, moving food around but not actually accomplishing anything. 

Jack puts his hand on his hip. “Sugar, I need to tell you-” 

“Shoot, where’s that leftover meatloaf I made you the other night? I thought I froze some for you. I can thaw it and make you some sandwiches,” you say without actually hearing him calling your name repeatedly, trying to get your attention. 

Finally, Jack’s frustration boils over. “I know you’re busy trying to take care of me, but it’s important,” he says, grabbing you gently by the shoulders to stop your frantic movement. “I need to tell you something.” 

You look into his eyes, his soulful brown eyes, and the tears finally well up as you think about saying goodbye to him. “I’m sorry,” you say softly. 

“Oh my little honeybee, don’t apologize. I don’t want to leave ya, but I need to tell you something before I do. I hope I’m not being too forward, but I’ve got it something terrible for you,” he tells you, his eyes shining with emotion. “I love you.”

You stare at him, horrified. “Oh my god, you are doing something dangerous!” you exclaim, grabbing his hands where they rest on your shoulders. “Is that why you’re saying this?” 

He pulls you close and your arms automatically wrap around him. You bury your face in his soft shirt and feel calm for the first time in minutes when he hugs you tight. “I should have said it a long time ago. I’ve been feelin’ it for so long, but I didn’t have the guts to say. It was awfully cowardly of me. Remember that night on your porch when the wind was howlin’ and you were sat up right next to me?” 

You nod against him. “I loved that night. I told you things I’ve never told anyone.”

“Me too, sugar. I wanted to kiss you so bad and I chickened out because I didn’t want to ruin things,” he explains. 

“You wouldn’t have ruined a thing, Jack,” you promise, looking up at him. “I would have let you kiss me.” 

He chuckles, brushing your hair away from your face. “Well, this is what I get for being afraid. A rushed love confession as I’m about to leave for a stretch.” 

“Are you leaving right now?” you inquire, unable to imagine him not in your arms in this moment. 

“I’ve got a few minutes, my sweet girl.” 

“Kiss me before you go? And come home to me safe, so we can do this right?” you plead. 

“Whatever you say, honeybee,” he says, slotting his lips to yours and kissing you like you’ve always wanted him to. 

~~

Because this is for Eri and she only deserves happy endings, Jack comes back and they live happily together with all their animals.

#drabble #jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey x female reader #agent whiskey #kingsman #jack daniels #for my beloved

[milkiane]

mcdonald’s; jj maybank

summary: you and jj go out on a midnight adventure for some fast food.

warnings: none ! :) gif credits to @gemmusings

word count: 415

you knew you should’ve listened to jj when he told you to eat some dinner.

but to be fair, john b’s leftovers from last week didn’t sound so appealing.

after tossing and turning a few more times, you sighed, moving to look at your sleeping boyfriend. he had an arm loosely wrapped around you, soft snores falling out of his lips as he peacefully slept.

too bad you had to disturb his sleep.

you lightly traced his eyebrows with your finger as you simpered at him. “j,” you whispered, running your hand through his tousled hair.

“jj,” you tried once more, peppering his face with soft kisses when your stomach grumbled.

“huh?” he mumbled, burying his head deeper into his pillow.

“i’m hungry,” you whispered into his ear.

“jb has some leftovers in the refrigerator,” his voice muffled. “just go get some, he wouldn’t mind.”

“no, i want some mcdonald’s, jj.” you said, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck.

“they’re closed,” he pulled you closer by his arms. “go to sleep, y/n, it’s two a.m. we’ll go get some tomorrow.”

“they’re open 24/7, please.” you kissed his neck, trying to charm him into going to the fast food place with you.

jj groaned, slowly moving away from the comfort of his bed. “okay, let’s go.”

you grinned, planting a kiss on his lips. “thank you, baby,”

still clad in pajamas, you and jj were in mcdonald’s at two in the morning, waiting in line behind a couple of teenagers trying to sober up.

jj sleepily leaned against you and kissed your forehead, pulling you closer to him.

“next.”

“uhh, we’ll get one—“

“oh, wait, can we get a happy meal?” you asked him, eyeing the mini stuffed elephant by the display.

“one happy meal,” jj clarified. “with the six piece chicken nuggets and fries, and a regular orange juice.”

you and jj quietly sneaked back into his room, carefully climbing over to your side as you watched jj flop on the bed with a sigh.

“thank you, jj,” you kissed his cheek, opening the box of nuggets. “i love you.”

he lifted his head off the pillow and grabbed a nugget. “i deserve this.”

you laughed softly, massaging his scalp with one hand as you ate your food.

he turned back around to face you and laid his head on your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist as he closed his eyes. “oh, and i love you, too.”

[sapphosclown]

Good Hair Crew, Plus Jonah - Oneshot

Jonah just wants to be apart of the Good Hair Crew (ft. mild angst w a happy ending)

tw: description of panic attack/overstimulation

Andi Mack Appreciation Week 2021 

Day 1: Favorite Character

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Was this a stupid thing to be upset about? Kind of. Was Jonah still upset about it? Kind of.

He knew his friends knew of him before they became friends, but they didn’t know he knew of them too. They didn’t have the name yet, but Jonah saw them all the time. If you saw one, you usually saw the other two at their side. It’s a small town and an even smaller school, you get to know who’s friends with who.

When he met Andi he told her he recognized her shoes but that wasn’t the whole truth. Jonah had always admired what Andi, Buffy, and Cyrus had. He felt like he was always hearing drama from one person or another about their friends, but never about the not-yet-known-as Good Hair Crew.

Everyone knew they’ve been inseparable their entire lives and for some reason that made Jonah’s chest hurt in a way he couldn’t quite describe.

So when he and Andi became friends, and then he started becoming closer friends with Cyrus and Buffy, he was kind of excited.

He had offered himself up to join the Good Hair Crew many times, but they always shot him down. And it wasn’t a big deal, he understood that. Which is why he felt so stupid for the way his heart sank when Andi asked him to take that picture of the three of them. He had thought surely by now he was a part of the Crew, but he wasn’t. They were still his friends, but he still felt like an outsider looking in.

And that was accentuated on this stupid particular morning at the Spoon.

Buffy and Cyrus were taking turns retelling the events of the previous night at Andi’s party. Jonah was really happy for them but he felt like he had missed a few chapters.

He accidentally zoned out, watching the ice in his lemonade create a whirlpool as he swirled the straw around.

“JB, you okay?” He heard Cyrus ask.

Jonah snapped his head up to look at his friends who all had a mild look of concern on their faces. “Yeah! I’m good.” He quickly smiled. They all hesitantly bought it before Andi changed the subject.

“So I know we just had a party but do you guys wanna come over tonight to watch a movie? We have a bunch of leftover snacks and I promised Bex I wouldn’t let her eat all of them.”

“Sounds fun.” Buffy smiled, popping a baby tater into her mouth.

“I’m in.” Cyrus chimed.

Andi smiled and turned her attention to Jonah.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Sounds good.” He replied.

Andi clapped excitedly before changing the subject once again.

***

Movie night at the Mack’s was always a good time. They had good blankets, good snacks, and the couches weren’t anything special, yet Jonah always felt comfortable there.

After much debate they finally landed on watching Chicken Little. And while it was just a silly movie about a chicken and some aliens, Jonah still found himself a little out of it. What was it about three person friend groups that worked out so well? He kind of felt more like the little fish guy he couldn’t remember the name of. Just an outsider, kind of running around doing his own thing but the group doesn’t mind having him around.

He really tried to fight it but the more he tried the more he dissociated and the further into the spiral he fell until he felt his heart start to speed up and the air became harder to inhale.

God, why now?

“No.” Jonah whispered to himself, shutting his eyes and trying to remember his grounding techniques.

“Jonah—” He heard Cyrus’s voice just slightly muffled as he attempted to think of three thinks he could touch, see, and smell.

“Jonah, you’re okay, just take a deep breath—” Cyrus attempted to put his hand on Jonah's shoulder which is usually helpful but for some reason this time it felt awful and before he processed what was happening, Jonah's legs had taken him out to Andi’s front porch, pacing as he recited the things he could see.

Part of him expected his friends to be out right behind him, and that part was a little disappointed every time he turned to the door and it was still closed. But the other part of him was relieved, he just needed to be alone for a minute, and it was really nice outside; it was quiet.

The crickets were chirping and he could see some of the stars peeking through the thick clouds, the air was cold but not as bad as previous nights. He managed to regain control of his breathing as he took in the scent of the night's wind. He took a seat on Andi’s porch and looked out into the street.

He heard the fire open and close and before he turned to see who had come out he felt his jacket placed gently on his shoulders, soon followed by the stops next to and in front of him taken up.

Buffy spoke up first. “We thought you were probably cold.”

“I’m okay.” Jonah forced a smile.

“I’m sorry we didn’t come out sooner.” Andi said.

“It’s okay—”

“I- I just figured since you rushed out maybe you wanted to be alone but I could’ve been wrong,” Cyrus interjected.

“It’s okay, Cyrus.” Jonah repeated, his smile more genuine this time. “Besides, you were right. I just needed a second alone. It just felt like too much there.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Buffy offered.

Jonah let out a sigh. “Okay, I know it’s stupid but… I’ve just been feeling really out of the loop lately and I know I'm usually pretty out of the loop but I feel like I've really grown to be a part of this group yet I still feel like an outsider and like you guys don’t really need me around. Like, I know you guys care about me so I feel really stupid for thinking it but… it just feels like… like… you guys are the Good Hair Crew and I’m always just there tagging along but I’m not part of it. I mean, I know you guys sleepover after the movies and I’m not trying to seem like I don’t like that you guys are close I mean obviously you’re close you’ve known each other since second grade and that’s wonderful but you guys are the first real friends I’ve had and I just still feel so alone and it’s just a scary feeling. I finally have close friends but it’s still the Good Hair Crew plus Jonah.”

It all came out like word vomit and once it was over he regretted saying all of it. No one said a thing, no one knew what to say. He knew he should have said anything, he knew it. And yet he let his mouth take control and now he messed up and he couldn’t take it back.

He kept his eyes on his knees, hoping that maybe he could keep the tears from showing themselves. The silence stayed static in the air, that is until he heard Andi stand up from behind him and walk back inside. He kind of expected Buffy and Cyrus to follow after her, but they stayed in the steps with him.

“I’m so sorry we made you feel that way.” Cyrus said suddenly, breaking the silence.

“It’s fine you guys couldn’t have known.” Jonah sniffled, wiping a tear out of his eye.

“Still, you didn’t deserve to feel like that.” Buffy replied, placing a hand on his shoulder firmly (which Jonah appreciated). “We’re sorry.” She repeated.

“It’s okay, guys, really.” Jonah smiled.

They sat out there for a few more minutes before the door behind them opened again and Andi popped her head out, clearing her throat dramatically.

“Let’s go finish the movie.” Buffy prompted, patting Jonah's shoulder firmly. He nodded and they all headed back into the apartment.

However Jonah was a little thrown off by the blanket fort built in the middle of the room where the four of them had just been watching TV.

“Sorry it’s not perfect, this is the best I could do right now.” Andi said.

“It’s still pretty epic.” Jonah said, trying to figure out how Andi made such a large fort by herself in 5 minutes.

“Go in!” Andi said cheerily, gesturing for Jonah to get in.

Hesitantly, he crawled through the entrance and the other three followed behind. There was a single candle in the middle of the fort but Jonah chose to ignore the obvious fire hazard as it did enhance the ambiance.

“Jonah Beck, take your seat please.” Buffy said with exaggerated formality in her voice.

“I’m already sitting?” Jonah pointed out. She ignored him.

“Upon recent events, the council has made a decision.” Andi continued. She turned her head to Cyrus, they nodded at each other before Cyrus reached out the front of the fort and rationed holdings rolled up sleeping bag.

“Jonah Beck, we would like to formally invite you to officially be a member of the Good Hair Crew.” He said as he extended the sleeping bag to Jonah (avoiding the candle as best he could).

Jonah felt his heart leap and he stared at his friends in shock. “Guys, you didn’t have to do this. I know this is like your thing I never wanted to intrude—”

“You’re not intruding.” Cyrus interrupted. “It’s our thing, yes, but we want you to be a part of it.”

Jonah was at a loss for words. He didn’t really know how to process what was happening and he had so many emotions at once he didn’t know what to do and he may have forgotten to breathe for a minute.

“Plus, you have some good hair, so I think it works out well.” Cyrus teased. “Now can you please take this my arms are getting tired.”

Jonah hesitantly accepted the sleeping bag and his friends started clapping. He knew he was smiling like an idiot right now but he was honestly just really happy.

They adjusted the blanket fort to fit the TV inside, and as they all fell asleep, Jonah looked over to his friends. He knew the bond they had was something special, and to be let in on something that special, it was kind of an honor.

So maybe it was kind of a stupid thing to be excited about, but it didn’t feel stupid. He was just really happy.

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a/n: i think jonah has to be my favorite character and i am always so sad when he’d excluded from the group picture at the end of s3 so this idea came to me one day and i decided Jonah deserves to be officially announced a member of the ghc. thank you for reading sorry if it was messy i wrote pretty much all of this at 1am in various intervals. happy andi mack anniversary week!!!

#i know it’s a day late shh don’t talk ab it #andi mack #andi mack appreciation week 2021 #jonah beck #cyrus goodman #buffy driscoll #andi mack fic #my writing

[juleswolverton-hyde]

Not by the Moon | 04

Genre: Smut, Romance, Strangers to Lovers, Drama, Tragedy, Werewolf AU, Supernatural AU, Bookshop AU

Pairing: Bookshop keeper!/Werewolf!JB x Reader

Warnings: A sprinkle of jealous werewolf!Jaebeom and poor yet adorable attempts at coming across as human.

Summary: Every story has a purpose or goal it is dedicated to, their authors at times going to great lengths to see the project they once started to completion. Nevertheless, the things the writers swore on to see their latest art piece to completion are static.

Unchanging.

None of them swore by the Moon nor Love because they can solely genuinely swear on all that changes like themselves.

And yet, a wolf in love foolishly swore by the moon.

That is when Time truly started ticking.

Author’s Note: This chapter is from Y/N’s POV.

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There are a lot of extraordinary people in the world, but you often don’t find them remarkable until you happen to stumble upon  and talk to them. The wolfish man holding tightly onto my hand, his arm draped across my shoulders, as we swagger over the pavement to his home above Paper Souls is such a curious person.

The good hour he dozed off hasn’t helped his sickly state. Even though he was nestled comfortably against me, occasionally a pained delirious whine fell from his panting lips as his features turned into a grimace. Upon waking, Jaebeom tried to dismiss his symptoms as nothing to worry about, but I insisted on getting him home as soon as possible.

“I’m sorry I ruined our outing,” he murmurs, voice strained. As we ascend the stairs to his apartment, he keeps his head bent low to focus on his steps.

Step by step. One foot before the other. There you go.

“It’s not your fault you got sick,” I reply, keeping a close eye on his movements to offer additional support if needed.

He turns his head to me, a few long black locks partially concealing the sweat on his brow. For a moment, it seems as if he wants to protest yet decides against it. Henceforth, what I get in reply is a hum resigning in the notion it’s indeed not his fault.

Is your condition causing this?

The question burns hot on the tongue, but I swallow it down. Hopefully, we’ll get to talk about it properly sometime in the future. 

The day we know each other.

We make it to the top, albeit not effortlessly since I have to steady him when he almost trips on the last step. Panic and instinct rush through me when Jaebeom threatens to topple over, so I act quickly and shoulder more of his weight after clumsily steadying us both on the narrow staircase. 

“Are you going to be alright?” I ask, out of breath. The adrenaline of the potential danger has spent whatever energy I had, the muscles in my limbs melted.

“I will be,” he weakly answers. 

I gently let his arm glide from my shoulders, the removal of the weight simultaneously a relief and a missed presence. The attempt at letting him stand on his own feet is successful, although his hand shakes as he unlocks the front door.

The feverish fingers glide from the doorknob to entwine with mine once more before his tongue runs over my lips again. Despite this being the third time it happens, it still doesn’t fail to bewilder me nor bring a boyish smirk to his face when I look at him, speechless.

“Thanks. Today nice. I-,” he starts up and averts his gaze to the side, a rosy flush on his cheeks, “I mean, today was nice.”

I put my hand on the side of his face, gently compelling him to look at me. A cheeky idea rises in my mind, tempting me to go against my very nature.

Which I do.

Standing on the tips of my toes, I close my eyes and give him a peck on the cheek. The action surprises us both because he looks utterly gobsmacked when I have gathered very piece and sliver of the courage needed to look up at him.

However, before I can utter a word, a hesitating hand reaches out to carefully brush against my cheek, the touch as light as the fall of a feather on porcelain. The gentleness of the contact forms a funny contrast to the roughness when he firmly presses his lips on mine the second after.

Musk mingled with the musty perfume of books, warmth of spices and bitter coffee with a hint of fresh cologne fills my nose and overtakes the senses. My brain short-circuits, filled with a strange primal instinct no one has ever awakened before. Notwithstanding, something in the way our bodies harmonize in the small yet passionate contact triggers it, leaving me wanting more.

Skin on skin.

Just us.

But it’s too early and we barely know each other. This isn’t right. Not now, at least.

Hence is why I pull away, taking a step back with the imprint of his moustache ticklish on my lips. 

A whimper like an abandoned puppy erupts from his throat as he chases after my mouth. Nevertheless, when I take a step back to avoid further contact, he gives up and lowers his head. However, as rapidly as disappointment had overtaken him, he rights himself and clears his throat. When he speaks up, the words come out in a mumbled mess. “I- I’m sorry. That was too direct.”

“No, it’s fine,” I reassure him, vaguely gesturing with one hand while I rub the back of my neck with the other. “I- I liked it, but let’s not- Do you... really see me that way?”

“In what way?” he asks, blinking as he gives me a blank look. But, the meaning dawns on him after a moment in which I badly try to articulate what I mean. 

He grabs my right wrist, the one he bit, and holds it up for me to see. The broken skin has already healed a bit, but it’s still sensitive and throbbing, especially now that JB puts pressure on it. “I didn’t do this out of some de- del- confused?”

“Delirious?” I help him, wondering what point he is about to try and convince me of. 

“Delirious! I didn’t do this out of a delirious frenzy. This means something to me. Something important. To me, this is us.” JB takes in a deep breath to steady himself, his voice strained as he seems to hold something in. “What I want for us. And I want others to know this because you’re my territory.”

“I’m just a friend.”

And scared of losing you to Love.

“You are, but you’re also more to me. I know you said you want to take things slow and I agree with that.’’ His expression softens, dark eyes filled with tender affection. ‘’However, I want you to know how I really feel about you.”

“I don’t want to risk our friendship.”

“Me too. Yet,” he closes the distance and cups my face, his thumbs lovingly brushing my cheeks, “you deserve to know my intentions. Know I want to take the risk when you’re ready to do so too.”

“Thank you.” I run my hands over his arms, his body heat warming my palms through the fabric of the sleeves. It’s a pleasant thought, knowing he is there to catch me should my knees give out. Which is likely to happen as the leftover tension from our trip upstairs fades and affection fills the heart. 

“For what?”

“Waiting.”

Until I figure out when it’s the right time.

He nips at the tip of my nose, his tongue cheeky in its feather light touch. “I always will. Do you have any plans tomorrow?”

“I’m going out for tea with a friend.” The delight in his expression sours as it did in the park, the confident playfulness replaced by a vicious brooding. The autumn chill cools my face, the warmth and safety of his hands fallen away. 

Turned to stone by the suppressed vehemence, I stumble over my words as I swiftly explain myself. “She is an old friend I met at university. We go out for tea or coffee often, especially before I have to go on a trip.”

“Ah, I see.” He hangs his head in remorse, but perks up immediately as if remembering something. “I got you something. Wait here.”

He rushes inside, coming back soon after with two books in his hands which he holds out to me. A collection of Keats’s poems and Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake.

The books I read when we met.

“For you,” JB happily announces, the bright proud ring in his voice distorting it to sound like a bark. “So you have something to read when you’re away.”

 “Thank you so much. That’s so sweet of you.” I accept the gift, showing my gratitude in the brush over his fingers as I take the books from his hands. “I should get you something in return.”

“Just send me a reminder to take my medication every day.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “That’s all I want.”

I nod. “I can do that.”

“And a text you arrived home safely.”

“Of course.”

“And let me pick you up from the airport when you come back.”

“My, do you have any other demands?”

Lips pursed as if seriously considering the rhetorical remark, Jaebeom tilts his head to the side. “Well, eating together again would be nice. Maybe we can go around town and try out various cafés and go bookshop hopping? I could also cook for you at least once a week, though I’ll have to ask Jinyoung to teach me.”

Oh my God, he really is serious.

Before he continues adding to the evidently growing list, I cut him off. “Okay, okay, I hear you. One thing at a time, alright?”

“Right,” he chuckles, “one thing at a time.”

“I’m gonna go.” With a heavy heart full of reluctance, I initiate our goodbyes. “Go to bed and get some rest before your fever worsens. I’ll text you tomorrow.”

“Can I have one more kiss?”

“Of course.”

I stand on the tip of my toes and tenderly press my lips against his. “Goodnight, Jaebeom.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

I ascend the stairs, but do not head home immediately. Instead, I remain where I stand and turn around to wave at the wolfish man gazing down at me.

One more moment with him.

Before I set off on the homebound journey in the next.

Above, the moon is waning.

Yesterday evening, Morgan sent pictures of the place she has chosen for our next tea adventure, lyrical about the interior. Since the moment we met, in our first year of studying journalism at the local university, we have been visiting coffee shops and tea rooms around the country and occasionally written an article about them for the university’s blog. Our adventures always begin the same, never having changed in the six years we have known each other.

A picture.

And a rant about aesthetics, reviews, and the potential of having discovered a hidden gem.

The latter might be the case of Moon Bunny Coffee and Tea, a tea room inspired by the French countryside. The far wall is made of bare brick, which forms a strangely yet nice contrast to the white wooden furniture and neatly set tables. From the speakers in the corners of the establishment, instrumental pieces and French songs alternate each other to enhance the atmosphere that makes one feel as if they are truly in France. And if the interior does nothing for the imagination, the pastries and beverage names noted in French on the menu will do the trick. 

It’s only recently opened and is run by a young couple. Élise, the owner, has opened this establishment after working in various patisseries in Paris during her teenage years. However, she has now settled here with who I actually presume rather than know is her partner. According to the context Morgan sent, the tall guy with pale blond hair, oval narrow face and a leather necklace with a strange bauble - that seems to change colour - hanging from it is called Mark. The level of familiarity between the two as they work makes it easy to assume there is more than friendship, hence the suspected relation between the two.

“So, have you seen him again?” Morgan takes a sip of her cinnamon and apple tea, a smirk on her cherry red lips.

I told her about Jaebeom and the strange first encounter with him. Regardless of the weird amiability that grew between us as the hours passed in each other’s company, I could not help but remain wary. After all, the bookseller has a particular reputation thanks to the rumours created by the local gossip mill. In hindsight, it’s idiotic I used those groundless stories in my analysis or, rather, overanalysis of the kindness he showed me. Yet, I did, though they sound as absurd as they did before now that I know him better.

Notwithstanding, whereas I was losing my sanity anxious bit by anxious bit as I told her about it over the phone, Morgan’s enthusiasm grew at the same rate. Each argument in favour of the concern about my strangeness or far-fetched theory he was merely polite, she countered with a more realistic view on the situation. In the end, it’s also her input which led to me dropping by Paper Souls on the way to work and back on a daily basis.

And I’m glad she’s part of the reason I did because I might otherwise have given up after the third day of seeing the bookshelves cast in shadows. 

“I have,” I admit, unable to suppress a smile at the memory of our outing to the park.

And what came after.

The memory of the chafing of his moustache triggers a phantom of the loving warmth of his lips on mine. Cheeks heat up, remembering the roughness of his sturdy hands. A sharp sting followed by a throbbing treks through my wrist again, the half-healed wound suffering from a pleasant phantom pain.  

“Judging by that grin of yours, you’re not telling me everything.” Morgan cuts her scone in half and smears some of the homemade strawberry jam it comes with on one half, followed by a dollop of clotted cream. 

I nibble on the rice cake filled with red bean paste. Maybe it’s not a perfect partner to the tea I chose although it makes for a delicious combination regardless. The taste of red beans is an acquired one, but the subtle sweetness evens out the bitterness of the beverage. “We went on somewhat of a date.”

“Somewhat?”

“It kind of just happened.” The whiskey tea I ordered is stronger than I thought, howbeit not in an unpleasant way. Like the real drink, it goes down smoothly and warms the body from within. “He offered to go out for lunch in the park and I agreed. It was nice. Really nice.”

Especially his body heat, the safety of his presence. How protected I felt despite not knowing him all that well.

“And?”

“And?” I repeat like a parrot. I know what she’s unconsciously aiming at, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll tell her outright. It’s always fun to tease the raven-haired woman a little. 

“Details, lass!” 

“We kissed,” I say, the confession hardly louder than a whisper. ‘’And I was the one to initiate it.’’

“How scandalous.” In fake shock, she clasps her hand over her mouth. “You’re a bold one, Y/N.”

“Oh, stop it.” I take a sip of tea and point at the other half of her scone. “Clotted cream with jam instead of the other way around now?”

As a fierce defender of both sides of the old discussion, Morgan indeed now smears the fluffy white cream on the other half first before she tops it off with the jam. “You really like him, don’t you?”

“I do, but I’m not sure if there’s a future for us.” I lean back, cross my arms and look out the window. 

A little distance away, there’s a metal bench and somehow an image of myself sits on it, alone. No wonder she looks glum because she is the me of the future, a woman who’s heart was devoted to the type of love that is, like humans, a plaything of Time.  

She tilts her head to the side, brow furrowed. “How do you mean?”

“It’s not my place to say this, but,’’ I turn back to her, absent-mindedly rubbing the mark on my wrist, ‘’he told me he has this condition that’s kinda like dementia, but he gave off the impression it’s also not. I don’t know what’s going on, only that there’s a deadline. A cruel one, and while I know avoiding it is futile, I’m not ready to face it nor will I ever be.”

The confusion on her face lightens to understanding concern. However, despite her features softening, there remains a hint of brooding in her attitude. “I see. It’s like that,” she murmurs cryptically as she takes a bite of her scone, more to herself than as a reply to me. “The story is repeating itself.”

“Morgan,” the mention of her name makes the raven-haired woman snap out of her reverie, “what do you mean?”

Instead of providing a proper answer, she dismisses the questions with a vague gesture. “Just the murmurs of an old soul.”

There is inherent beauty in the medieval cities of Europe that leaves one in awe wherever they go. Furthermore, the shops specialized in local goods and hidden gems add to the flair of narrow streets enclosed by tall buildings that breathe history. Nevertheless, regardless of the ancient beauty, there is nothing which can compete with a warm bed at the end of a day full of running from one end of the town to the other in search of the best chocolatiers.

Well, there is one thing.

As I’m putting on my pyjamas, my phone gives off a light buzz, indicating a new message. 

Jaebeom: Can we video call? I miss your face. 

You... You miss seeing me?

In spite of the unease of not having makeup on, I oblige and call him first. It has not even gone over once before messy black locks show up on screen. However, before he can have a good look at me, I quickly slink beneath the blanket.

“What’re you doing?” He, too, is in bed howbeit without any insecurity whatsoever. In fact, he is more than comfortable wearing not even a top regardless of the chilly weather, leaving defined collarbones and defined chest muscles on display. 

“I’m not wearing makeup, so I look horrible.”

And you showing up like this doesn’t help either.

Because the bare skin, little as it is, unleashes a storm of butterflies in the stomach. The temperature in the room rises or maybe it is simply my body reacting to the aching to run my fingertips over his definitions, the features that unintentionally unleash an absurd frenzy holding the middle between unashamed love and lust. The cheeks heat up as the need for the thick comforter decreases yet the growing discomfort is not enough to come out of hiding. 

“I’m sure you don’t.” Either intentionally or not, he puts on irresistible puppy eyes. The well-meant tenderness in his voice also stirs something in me, charmed by the kindness. “Please don’t hide. I want to see you.”

Although reluctant, I lower the sheets. 

Only to want to pull them over my head at his words and the stupidly bright smile accompanying them. “You’re even prettier like this.”

“Shut up, you weird wolf,” I grumble, jaw clenched as I strain myself not to hide again. To distract us both, I change the topic. “Did you take your meds?”

“I did! And I mean it. No, no, no! Get out from under there. Y/N, come on. I’m not lying. You are pretty. And caring and nice and-’’

“You’re handsome.” I glare at him, peeking just over the edge of the sheet. Unfortunately, my revenge isn’t successful since it merely yields a low chuckle.

Though it seems the victory is still mine because he bites on his bottom lip and softens his voice further to a timid whisper. “Even with my new look?” 

He shows off the mess of his shorter black locks, which are shaved on the side and longer on top. It’s a shame to see the long hair go because I personally think it suits him better, but he pulls the cooler style off too.

“Even more so because of it.” Although they’re essentially minor changes, it casts Jaebeom in a whole other light. He’s still a wolfish man, and I doubt I’ll ever see him as something else, but the new look gives him a more human allure. As if he’s tuned in better to life in the city instead of wandering the rough landscape in his mind. 

“I’ll tell Jinyoung he did a good job, then.” He gets up on his elbow, a view of the upper part of his chest filling the small screen. The veins in his hand form mellow ridges on the back of it, highlighting a few patches where the skin has scraped off, as he fluffs his pillow before lying down again and snuggling into it to get comfortable. “How’s Bruges?”

“It’s a really pretty city. I think you’d like it.” A wistful smile forms on my lips, in part dazed by the entrancing sight a moment ago. “I wish you were here. Wish we could get lost forever... together! I mean, get lost together. Here. In the city.”

“Are you getting sleepy?” His features soften into a dreamy expression though a cheeky spark illuminates the night sky in his eyes. 

“No,” I fiercely protest. That is, until an involuntary yawn escapes me, which makes it impossible to hide the fatigue of running about town the entire day anymore. “Maybe.”

“Go to sleep, Y/N.”

“Don’t want to. We’ve only been talking for a few minutes.” I conceal another yawn by pulling up the comforter.

“You likely have another busy day ahead. So go hit the hay and I’ll talk to you in my dream.”

“Who says I won’t do the same?’’ I remark smugly, proud of the comment that pops up and is too tempting not to make. ‘’Wouldn’t that make it our dream?”

“We’ll talk in our dream,” he corrects himself, a content hum following the correction. Notwithstanding, the delight darkens into a stern seriousness as he tries to look over my shoulder to scan the room, to inspect every nook and cranny instead of what’s on display in the background. “By the way, what’s your colleague doing? Are you alone?”

I roll my eyes and sigh. “He has his own room because he tends to want more of the local taste, if you know what I mean.”

“I don’t.” A deeply puzzled expression forms on his face, clearing the spine-chilling suspicion. “Is that code for something?”

“An affair, JB. My colleague more often than not enjoys a one-night stand, if not more, with local girls. It depends on how long we’re away.”

“Have you ever done that?” It has to be the exhaustion, but the question strangely sounds like a whine.  

“Never. In fact, you...” I bite my lip as my stomach ties itself into a nauseating knot, chest constricted with bleak worry about what he will say about the confession balancing precariously on the tip of the tongue. However, I swallow hard and continue the unfinished sentence. “You’re the first guy I’ve dated.”

“We’re dating?”

“Are we?” His question makes me wonder if we actually are, if I didn’t jump to a fantastical conclusion. Then again, we kissed, went out together, and drank coffee in his shop. Nevertheless, also judging by the curiosity in his response, I doubt it’s right for me to assume it’s true. “Well, maybe we aren’t. After all, we’ve only been to the park, so I suppose-’’

I’m wrong, because we barely know each other and yet. Yet, I kissed him. And he kissed me back. Is that anything to go by, a valid reason?

“We’re dating!” The sudden outburst catches me as much off-guard as the enthusiastic addition or, rather, plan for when I return. “I’ll cook for you after bringing you home. Afterwards, we can just sit on the couch and read. You can also nap on me to cure your jet lag. Does that count as a date?”

“I don’t know if it does according to the official terms, but,” the fatigue ebbs away, replaced by the giddiness of going home as soon as possible, “it does to me.”

“Two dates,” he murmurs thoughtfully, nodding as if confirming an unspoken notion. “We’re dating.”

Weirdo.

I watch him analyze the situation, overcome with affection. When he bites down on his index finger to suppress a broad grin, I almost have to do the same. 

“I wish I was there with you,” Jaebeom eventually notes to break the twilight hush, at last content on where we stand. The yearning of the wish is tangible in my bones because I feel the same way, though I try not to show it. “I should’ve given you a shirt or something, but I wasn’t sure if it would be good. That’s not the word. Ap... ap... appropropiate? Appropriate. If it would be that.”

“I do have the books you gave me, so I do have a piece of you here.”

But I do miss your scent. Wait, that’s weird to say. I shouldn’t say that.

Though it’s indeed strange and I don’t tell him, it isn’t a lie. Jaebeom does smell nice, like a wild forest in which the air is scented by a cologne that barely conceals its secret. The ferocious guardian in the shadows. 

 “Still, I wish I had given you something that marks you as mine.” Gaze downcast, the big wolf man pouts at the thought, sulking. 

“You have.” I hold up my wrist, the place where he bit me now nothing but a red blotch.

“It’s almost gone. I should renew that once you’re back. A shirt and bite. That should show other males we’re together,” he muses, the disappointment gone in an instant as his focus changes.

“Totally not possessive, are we?”

“I’m not,” he grumbles. “Just marking my territory.”

“JB, you are.”

“Does it bother you, make you upset?”

“Yes and no.” I take in a shaky breath, distracted by the thought of the implications I want him to be. After all, something about the feral allure melts any resistance and lets me slip into a headspace I didn’t know I had. 

Somewhere, deeply hidden in the brain, there’s a different woman, a different ego. A part of me which wants and needs him. That doesn’t mind being his possession.

His mate. 

“Don’t get me wrong-’’

“How can I get you good?”

The unintentional play on words uttered by urgent yet confused puppy eyes distracts me from the splendid explanation I wanted to give him.

How... How does he do it? Does he even know what he’s doing? Never mind.

“Don’t misunderstand me,” I begin anew, “I appreciate your concern for me and I really do feel safe with you. But you bit me. In public too! I get it’s your way of telling me you like me and maybe I don’t actually mind the mark you left behind so much-’’

“So it’s not the biting?” A boyish smirk plays on his lips. Had he had an actual tail, it would have been swishing heavily with a dangerous cheer. “I can do it again?”

“No.”

Maybe someday I’ll let you. But not anytime soon.

“But you said you didn’t mind my mark. If that isn’t a problem, why can’t I refresh it?”

“Jaebeom, please, let me finish talking.”

“Sorry.”

“Thank you.” I take in a deep breath. “Now, normal human couples don’t bite each other to let others and one another know they belong together. So let’s try to find other ways to do just that. Commonly, the girl wears the guy’s shirt. I think that’s a good starting point for us.”

“What are other ‘ways’?” he asks, evidently not too keen on the idea.

I tilt my head, trying to come up with the most frequent ways in which people casually express being taken without immediately suggesting obvious physical marks. “Necklaces, bracelets and rings are common couple items. Some even go as far as getting matching tattoos.”

“I like the sound of that, a tattoo. Permanent. Permanent human mark.”

“Let me think about that one, okay?”

“Okay.” He nods in agreement. “But, if I understand you correctly, I can give you a shirt.”

“You can.”

“And you’ll wear it because it has my scent on it.”

“That’s kind of the idea behind it,” I confirm, glad he understands the underlying meaning despite not explaining it.

He looks down at his chest only to discover he’s not wearing anything. The glance over his shoulder falls on a black shirt somewhere behind him. He turns away, grabs the piece of clothing and holds it tightly against his body when he turns back to me. “Sounds good to me.”

I guess I’ll be given a ‘welcome home’ present.

#GOT7 #GOT7 smut #GOT7 fanfiction #Jaebeom #Im Jaebeom #Werewolf AU #GOT7 Werewolf AU #Werewolf!Jaebeom

[bisexualkiecarrera]

4 times JJ complimented you + 1 time you complimented him

JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

wordcount: 3.5k+

warnings: just drinking, smoking and cursing!

1. 

Hanging out in a group of only hot guys and your best friend Kie wasn’t always easy. You loved your friends dearly and normally, any day spent with them was a good one. There were just some days that you just couldn’t bring yourself to have fun when all you could think about was how you looked in your bathing suit. 

You’d explained it to Kiara during a sleepover once when she asked why you hadn’t come in the water that day, opting to stay on the boat in your baggy t-shirt. She didn’t really understand but she tried her best to be helpful whenever she saw you get in your own head after that. John B and Pope were either absolutely oblivious or smart enough to know not to push the subject when you answered their concerned questions with “I’m just a little tired, don’t worry about it.” JJ knew without you ever muttering a word, familiar with the feeling of being uncomfortable showing people your body, even if it was for a completely different reason. 

The day in question was the hottest day of the year so far, and even though you were sitting in the smallest bit of shade the HMS Pogue’s tiny driving console provided, you felt a line of sweat drip down your spine. 

“Babe, come in! Seriously, it’s way too hot for you to not be in the water!” Kiara called as she swam up to the side of the boat, head barely resting on its edge. Your eyes skittered over to the boys, treading water several yards away, but the only one who seemed to be listening to your conversation was JJ. He gave a small encouraging smile before turning back to the two boys splashing each other like children. 

You bit at your lip for a second, mulling over your decision before realizing it really was too hot to stay dry. You mumbled out a “fine” as you went to slip your arms out of your sleeves, “but go back to the boys and I’ll meet you over there.” Kiara gave you a wide smile before pushing off the boat, swimming gracefully back towards the group. 

You shed your shirt quickly and got in the water, trying your hardest to make as small of a splash as possible. You sink your head under the water, wetting your hair as you make your way towards your friends. You take a look at Pope now floating peacefully on his back and make eye contact with a smiling John B. “Hey, little minnow. Nice of you to join us.” You roll your eyes fondly at the nickname, leftover from when you were kids. Back before you the world taught you to be self conscious, it was nearly impossible to get you out of the water and back into regular summer clothes, and so your fishy nickname was born.

You wink at JB before swimming quietly towards Pope, who still had his eyes closed as he faced the sky. You get close before stilling for a second, letting the waves settle around you. You lean in towards his ear and let out a “boo!,” sending the boy flailing. The three others laugh off to the side as you and Pope begin a splash fight. Not long after, JB can’t help but join in, followed by Kie. You take this as an opportunity to wade over to JJ, who’s looking at you with pride mixed with something you can’t quite place. “What’s the look for, J?” He takes a second to look over your face again, brow furrowed slightly in confusion. 

He shrugs a little as he answers, meeting your eyes. “You just look really pretty like this, all happy and back in the water.” You feel heat unrelated to the temperature cover your face as your eyes dart back to your friends, Kie now hanging on Pope’s back. 

“You’re just glad there’s finally someone who can beat JB in a race in the water.”

2.

A movie night at the Chateau just isn’t complete without an all-out pig fest, food scattered on every counter and table. Kie is generous enough to supply you all with enough fries from The Wreck to last a lifetime, and Pope brings along some ice cream, but always the cheap kind that his dad is willing to part with. John B mans the grill, making you all hot dogs and cheeseburgers while JJ provides the bud and whatever beer he can steal out of his fridge or convince his cousin to buy for him. Over the years, he’s also claimed the spot as your assistant, hovering over your shoulder as you move around the Chateau’s already cramped kitchen making brownies. 

It’s been years that you’ve been making what you call “kitchen sink” brownies for you and JJ and JB. They appear at every birthday and holiday and whenever someone is especially sad. They’re really just boxed brownies with whatever snacks you can find thrown into the batter, but JJ loves to be the one who gets to crunch up the toppings and sprinkle them, and you figure that the world owes JJ Maybank every second of happiness he can find. Tonight, the search through your kitchen at home proved especially successful, coming away with not only chips and pretzels, but also mini oreos and a pack of m&ms. 

JJ walks around the counter to see your finds spread out on the counter and his jaw drops. Your giggle tears his eyes away from the assortment and he raises one eyebrow in question. “You’re sure your parents are cool with you taking all this stuff?” The question makes you laugh, and you lean in like you’re about to tell JJ a secret.

“If I’m gonna be honest,” you drop your voice to an almost-whisper, “I think my mom bought extra snacks this week just for this.” A small smile appears on his face, and if you hadn’t known him for so long, you would have no clue that there was a little sadness behind it, thinking of his own parental situation in comparison to yours. “C’mon, J. Batter’s done, pan is greased. All I need is your supreme topping skills.” 

What seems like forever, but in reality is only 30 minutes, passes by before you slip back into the kitchen to take your brownies out of the oven. The raggedy oven mitt JB leaves on the counter for you is barely hanging on by a thread so you grab the extra cleaning rag to wrap around your covered hand for protection. The second the pan touches the oven, JJ is there behind you, looking over your shoulder. You turn to him, eyebrows raised in scolding as his hands fall to your hips. You place your hands on the plane of his chest and push gently backwards, shaking your head. “I’ll put a five minute timer on. Go sit, you know they’re too hot right now.”  He allows you to guide him back to the couch before you pull out your phone and set the alarm, pulling you to settle into his side. 

The timer goes off and JJ jumps so quickly it genuinely startles you. You all share a chuckle at how fast his feet moved, and in no time at all, he’s back next to you, a brownie on a paper towel in each hand. He extends one out to you and you gladly take it. “Hey, man, thanks for getting me one too, really thoughtful of you,” John B says as he makes his way to the kitchen to cut one for himself and Kie and Pope. JJ’s mouth is already full of brownie and there’s a smug smile on his face as he swallows. He shouts a “yeah, of course, buddy!,” after your friend’s retreating figure before turning to you. 

“You know these brownies are ring-worthy, right? Like, SO fucking good I’m considering proposing right now.” 

You giggle at the statement as crumbs fall from his lip. Your only answer is “JJ, you know you did half the fucking work, right?” He laughs at your response and wiggles his eyebrows. 

“Guess that makes us both wifey material!”

3. 

By far, your least favorite part of your friendship with JJ is tending to his various cuts, bumps and bruises. Between JJ’s general recklessness, his ongoing beef with Rafe Cameron, and Luke Maybank himself, it felt as though you spent every other day standing between his knees as he sat on your bathroom counter. This time, a particularly heated run in with the kooks had thankfully left JJ with nothing but a busted lip, bloody knuckles and an adrenaline high. His mouth was running a mile a minute, recounting every step of the fight despite the fact that you’d witnessed it all first hand. 

“Did you see the look on Rafe’s face when he hit the ground? Absolutely unreal!” You let out a frustrated huff as he waved his hands wildly, not noticing your own hand outstretched to grab his. 

“Yeah, J, I saw but please give me your hands. I need to put antiseptic on.” Your voice is a little pleading and he quiets at your request, laying his wrist in your hand and watching your face as you get to work. You dab at the cuts with a soaked cotton ball, and it doesn’t escape either of you that JJ no longer flinches at the sting. Once you’ve moved on to the other hand, his stare intensifies as you carefully move his rings around to make sure there’s no hidden nicks underneath them. When it’s time for you to move onto his face, he places his hands gently in his lap and lets you inspect his face closely, turning it from side to side with a finger at his chin. Your demeanor lightens a little when you’ve decided the damage is as minimal as possible. “Really glad you managed to keep Rafe away from the money maker this time. Well, mostly.” You punctuate your point by pressing the cotton to the tear in his lip and the pressure makes him hiss. You pull your hand away and grab the vaseline, smearing a small amount over the cut as gently as possible. “You really should ice that, J. Keep the swelling to a minimum.”

You realize a little belatedly that he hasn’t taken his eyes off your face the entire time you’ve been working and your eyes raise to meet his. The look in his eyes is a little confusing and a little startling, and his voice is gentle when he says “Thank you for patching me up. You always take the best care of me.” 

You let out a deep sigh before patting his leg gently and moving towards the door. “I think I could find work as a school nurse with all this experience you’ve given me.”

4. 

A boneyard party used to be your absolute favorite way to blow off steam on a Friday night. The sand, music, booze and weed were the easiest way to melt away the stress of a long week, but lately, the stress of seeing your best friend sneak off with some random had you absolutely dreading stepping foot on the beach. Most of the time, you had a pretty easy time keeping your less than platonic feelings for JJ at bay. You always rationalized swallowing your emotions down by telling yourself that you both needed each other as a friend way too much to jeopardize that. It was getting harder and harder to listen to your own advice lately, and partly because you weren’t quite sure what he was feeling. He’d been especially affectionate lately, not giving second thought to curling his body around yours on cold nights around the fire. His compliments had become less silly and teasing, and sometimes when he looked at you, it felt like he was staring straight into your soul. 

Tonight, you’d allowed Kie to pick you out an outfit from your closet, not wanting to spend time debating with yourself and getting yourself stressed. She’d picked out a pair of high waisted denim shorts and a cropped white t shirt, topped with a yellow scarf to tie around your ponytail. It was simple enough that she knew you’d be comfortable but cute enough that you’d feel confident. 

Secretly, she’d also seen the way JJ eyes had dragged slowly over your figure when you’d worn those shorts the week prior. Neither of you had spoken to her, or Pope or JB, about your feelings for the other, but they as a group had all witnessed the gentle way you handled each other and had their suspicions that one of you would break soon. She’d driven you to the boneyard, promising to stay sober enough to relocate you all back to the Chateau at the end of the night. She pulled your hand along, heading straight to where she knew your friends would be congregating, just behind the keg. JB and Pope each had a full cup in hand when you approached and JJ had a joint hanging from the side of his mouth. “Gentlemen, let’s get it going,” Kie startled the boys, a giant smile across her face. 

A few hours into the party and a considerable amount of beer later, the realization hit you that JJ hadn’t wandered off to find someone to mack on yet. He’d even turned down the touron who approached him first, despite her tiny skirt and flawless makeup. It had to be some sort of record for him, usually his presence at these parties was fleeting. You thought back to just the week before when you’d watched him lead a beautiful curly-haired girl back to the Twinkie. You’d felt nauseous watching them flirt, his legs parted as he sat on a low hanging branch with her settled between them. Her hands rested on his chest as she stared up at him from under her eyelashes and you had to rip your gaze from the pair when he slid from his perch and wrapped her hand in his. You kept your eyes on the ground as they passed, but like a train wreck you couldn’t help but watch, you were unable to stop yourself from throwing a last glance in their direction as they approached the van. He’d turned to look at her with a sly smile on his face and must have caught your eye over her shoulder. His smile dropped quickly and something looking like an apology crossed his face for a second but when you looked away again, focusing on holding the burning tears in your eyes back, he recovered and smiled back at the girl, pulling her into the spacious backseat. 

Even just the memory had you tense, and JJ felt the uneasiness radiate off of you from his position by your side. He called your name gently so as to not call attention to the two of you and you turned your head quickly, blinking away your thoughts. Your eyes focused on the concerned look on his face. “You alright? Did someone upset you?” JJ’s eyes were already scanning the crowd for who could have possibly upset you and it pulled a small smile to your face. 

“No, J, I’m alright, just thinking. All good now.” His face turned back to you, a small pout gracing his lips. He asks if you’re sure and when you nod in agreement, he turns his attention back to your friends. The two of you watch Pope and John B argue about if Gatorade was actually better for you than regular water or not for a few minutes before you turn back to JJ. “Hey, JJ?” Your voice is small and it surprises the boy beside you to hear you so timid. When his attention is turned on you completely, you start your question. “Is there a reason you turned down that girl before? She was like, stupidly pretty.” You’re finding it a little hard to meet JJ’s eyes as you ask, so you fiddle with the strings on your bracelet instead. 

A small chuckle leaves his lips before he replies with “I got the prettiest girl at the party standing next to me already. Why would I leave?” Your eyes meet his and there’s no humor anywhere on his face and you can feel yourself get hot under his gaze. You’re left speechless for a second before the sound of Kie’s voice pulls you from the moment. You clear your throat and turn back to your friends, mumbling under your breath. JJ replies with a “hmm?” and you repeat yourself a little louder this time, so he can just hear you.

“Kiss ass.”

+1

Somehow, Kiara had managed to convince her parents to allow you to come to Midsummers as her guest and by an even greater miracle, you’d managed to save enough babysitting money to buy yourself an appropriately fancy dress, floor length and blue with pretty flowers embroidered on it. You arrive at the Carreras’ house early in the afternoon to begin getting ready, helping Kie put her hair up with some flowers pinned in. You chose to keep yours mostly down and let your best friend weave some braids in, tiny beads sprinkled down the length of them. Neither of you put on very much makeup, but it was still more than you’d worn in recent memory, and it felt nice to look in the mirror and actually feel pretty and put together. Kie comes up behind you as you look in the full length mirror and wraps her arms around your waist, chin resting gently on your shoulder. “We look fucking good, don’t we?” She giggles and scrunches her nose up as you meet her eyes in the mirror. 

You nod emphatically before turning to face her, a wide smile on your face. “Hell yeah, we do, baby! The lady pogues know how to clean up good!” Your response makes her laugh, head thrown back, and it makes you wish all your friends would be in attendance, despite how much you love girl time with just you and Kie. 

Your dreams of being able to spend the night with all of your friends almost came true, spotting John B on Sarah’s arm from across the room upon your arrival. The night became even sweeter when you saw Pope standing next to his father, but even as the five of you stood together at the edge of the party, people watching and laughing, you couldn’t shake the feeling that JJ was the piece you were missing most. Kiara and Sarah left to make their way to the restroom and Pope was pulled away to help his dad, leaving you and JB standing in the corner. “You should go see him, you know. Skip out early, I’m sure Kie wouldn’t mind.” You turn to look at your friend, confused at his sudden idea. You had a feeling you knew exactly what he was saying, but you waited for clarification, fiddling with the glass in your hand. “JJ is at the Chateau and before I left, he seemed pretty upset that he wouldn’t get to see you in your dress.” 

He holds out the key to the twinkie and your jaw drops a little, and it makes JB chuckle, shaking his head slightly at your obliviousness. It really hits you all at once, exactly what JJ’s recent change in behavior meant. The intense stares, the end of his slew of meaningless hookups, and especially the sincere compliments that you’d been taking as a joke. You knew you had to see him, so you looked up at JB and handed him your glass, taking his keys from him. “Tell Kie where I went, please.” You turned and started to make your way through the crowd and you heard John B’s cheer through the noise of the party, smiling as you reached the door. 

You don’t even bother turning the radio on when you get in the van, the pounding of your heart loud enough. When you get to the front door of the Chateau, you can hear the television on and it takes a second to see JJ’s outline resting on the couch. The front door slams behind you and JJ doesn’t turn right away. “Jeebs, why are you ho-” The question catches in his throat when he turns and sees you in the doorway instead of John B. He breathes out a quiet “wow, hi.” You move towards him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders so that his hands fall at your hips. 

“JB told me you wanted to see me in my dress, so here I am.” You look up at him teasingly as a blush spreads across his cheeks. “Plus, I couldn’t really have any fun at the kook party. The cutest boy in town wasn’t there.” It’s JJ’s turn to be left speechless and it makes you giggle. The sound pulls him out of his trance and its milliseconds before his lips are pressed to yours. You snake your fingers into his blond hair and you feel his hands squeeze at the meat of your hips as your lips part and he licks into your mouth gently. It feels a thousand years before you pull away, resting your forehead against his. “You’re my favorite person, JJ Maybank. I think you always will be.”

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[bellylivesthepoguelife]

Safe. John B x Sarah

Request: “ Can I request “you make me feel safe” and “Soft kisses on the nose” from the prompt list w Sarah and John b!? "

Word Count: 1.6K

The air was heavy with the leftover humidity of the day, as the Pogues settled into their row of hammocks. Their day of surfing and adventures on the HMS Pogue had them now winding down with watching the sunset over the marsh. Conversations came and went as a reggae mix played from a speaker in the background, but none of it was forced.

John B and Sarah laid together in the hammock closest to the dock. The one next to it held Pope, his head on the side next to their feet so the friends could see each other as they talked. The pattern continued with Kie on the other side of Pope, and JJ on the end.

Sarah laid furthest away from Pope, content to listen in on the discussion he and John B were having about the logistics of extracting the gold. Each of them were throwing out potential issues that may arise, and coming up with a plan. She tuned them out after a bit, turning to watch the sun sink over the horizon and letting the warmth heat up her face. She could hear the familiar timbres of Kie and JJ's voice as they gently spoke to one another, their voices too low for her to make out their words, but loud enough for her to know they were talking.

She was content. The adventure of the gold had kept them on their toes, and the adreneline flowing through their veins. It made sense why they always said adreneline junkies were only concerned about where they would get their next thrill. It reminded them that they were alive. 3 weeks ago she had a routine: play the part of the doting daughter, stay on top of summer homework, attend whatever parties were going on... the problem was that she had gotten used to the pressure that she constantly felt (sometimes from even herself) to be the perfect daughter, perfect sister, perfect girlfriend. The past few weeks with John B and the Pogues had showed her that the only things they required from her was her friendship. (And, of course, the plot map for Tannyhill.) She had felt free-er, happier than she could ever remember. And she knew it was in a large part to John B and his pursuit of her.

She felt the muscles in his arm tense as he pulled her around closer to his chest. She noticed Pope's body retreating up the steps to the porch before looking up at her boyfriend. She couldn't help but grin. Her previous thoughts coming back to her, reminding her of how much she adored the man next to her.

"Penny for your thoughts?" John B asked, noticing her smile and returning it.

"I'm just really happy." She traced circles on his chest.

He took in a deep breath, pulling her in tighter.

"Me too, Val."

A few moments pass while they sit in content silence. The sun has drifted below the horizon, allowing twilight to encase them.

"How did your talk with Pope go? Did you guys decide on a plan?"

"Yeah, I think we figured it out."

"Good. I'm excited."

John B scoffed and pulled back to look at her face. "For what? You're not going?"

Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked up at him. "What do you mean I'm not going?"

"Exactly that." His eyes conveyed how serious he was.

It was Sarah's turn to chuckle at him, resting her head back on his chest. "Okay John B."

"I'm serious Sarah."

"So am I. There's no way I'm not going. And you know everyone else will be on my side too, so you're outnumbered."

"Sarah, do you even know how dangerous this is going to be?" They were still talking quietly, but she could tell he was close to raising his voice.

"I do. I heard JJ talk all about "the decapitation quadrant". But if you're that worried about how dangerous it's going to be, then one: you shouldn't be willing to risk anyone going, and two: if that's the case, then there's no way in hell I'm letting you go by yourself." The couple was quiet for a moment, thinking through what to say next. "Besides," Sarah continued, "I feel safe with you, John B." She let the words hang between them for a breath. "And I mean that in every sense. Not just about getting the gold. You make me feel safe."

He took a minute to process through everything she said. "Okay. You make some valid points." Sarah smiled into his chest, knowing she had won their proverbial "fight". "But when we go, you have to promise me that you'll be safe."

"Easy. I promise."

A voice that wasn't John B's broke through the night. "You'll be safe?" Sarah's head lifted up to look in the direction of the voice that came from next to their hammock.

"Yes, Pope." Sarah agreed, unable to stop the laugh from escaping her mouth. "I'll be safe."

The other three friends joined in laughing at John B's expense. Sarah looked down at her boyfriend to see him rolling his eyes, clearly annoyed at the fun being poked at him.

"Oh c'mon JB, that was funny. We're all right here, man." Pope reasoned.

John B rolled over to face Sarah so his back was to the rest of the group. "Yeah right. Everyone go to sleep."

Sarah laid back down, John B's body now blocking her view from their friends. "Goodnight everyone!" She called.

"Hey," JJ called to her accross the hammocks. "Make sure you're being safe tonight."

She pressed her nose to her boyfriends, smiling as they looked into each others eyes. "Ignore them." She whispered. "I really mean it though. You do make me feel safe, and protected." She became serious, hoping that he would understand the gravity and seriousness she was trying to convey. She closed her eyes as he replaced his nose with his lips, kissing her nose gently.

"I know, Val."

She wrapped her arms around him again, holding each other as they settled in for the night.

"Night." Kie called out. "Be safe Pogues."

JJ and Pope erupted into laughs, shocked that Kie was the one to bring up the joke again. They all laughed along, and Sarah realized that she never imagined being inducted as an honorary pogue would bring her so much genuine happiness.

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[collecting-stories]

Ursa Major - Kiara Carrera

Request: date idea with Kiara or John B: camping in the backyard or on the dock, one sleeping bag and making up stories about the constellations

A/N: I did Kiara cause I don’t get enough Kiara requests

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You had unzipped the sleeping bag from that Kiara had brought from home, laying it out on the dock behind your house along with the quilt from your bed. Lanterns lit the small area and you’d carried down some old throw pillows that your parents wouldn’t absolutely murder you for using. 

You both wanted to go camping but since Kiara parents nixed the idea and told her she wasn’t allowed to leave the OBX you’d decided that backyard camping would have to do. You’d set up a tent at the end of the dock in case it rained but both of you thought that just camping out under the stars would be better, especially since it was a surprisingly cool night. The last week had been nothing but humid weather and you were thrilled to finally have some breathable air back.  

“This looks amazing.” Kiara called as she stepped onto the dock. She was carrying a portable grill and her backpack.  

“Thank you, I’m a pretty skilled camp ground...preparer. I don’t know.” You shook your head, “what’d you bring?”

“S’mores.” Kiara held up the grill as evidence. “All the stuff for it’s in my bag.”

The grill was set up away from the blankets on the edge of the dock. You sat facing each other, mirroring positions with one leg tucked in and the other hanging off the end of the dock, feet brushing against the water as you roasted marshmallows. Kiara liked them just browned while you singed them all until the outside was a black shell.  

“I don’t know how you eat that.” She admonished as you pulled the marshmallow off the skewer with your graham crackers.  

“This is the only way to eat them.” You replied, taking a bit. Kiara laughed when part of the marshmallow escaped the sandwich, dripping onto your chin. Careful of the fire, she leaned over and kissed your chin, eating off the leftover. “Thank you.” You smiled, kissing her before she moved back to her own spot on the dock.  

“I’ve seen kids eat neater than you.” Kiara teased, taking a bite of her own smore.

“Maybe I did it on purpose, did you ever think of that?” You asked, watching a new smore catch on fire. You blew it out, inspecting the level of char. “I mean I got you to kiss me.”

“Yeah cause I don’t kiss you all the time.” She laughed.  

You stuck your tongue out at her before turning your focus back toward making yourself another smore. While you did Kiara turned her attention out toward the marsh, looking up at the sky in the distance. She had big plans to travel someday but there wasn’t anything like this view. The OBX had some of the best clear skies, especially, it felt like, in the summer. The stars were bright, clear, and visible in the distance.  

“What’s up?” You asked, poking her knee with the handle of your marshmallow skewer.  

She looked back at you and smiled, “the stars just look so beautiful.”  

“Well,” You said, laying down your skewer and standing up, “turn that thing off and come join me here in the stargazing area,” you did a sweep with your hand over the blankets and pillows before plopping down in the middle of them. Kiara laughed, finishing off her smore and turning off the grill so that she could join you on the blankets.

“Alright, I’m here,” she said, stepping onto the blankets and lowering herself down next to you. “Now what? Are you gonna wow me with John B facts about the constellations?”

“John B knows one fact about the constellations that he learned on a field trip to the planetarium and he’s never forgotten it.” You replied. “I know actual astronomy facts about the constellations because your girlfriend is a genius.”

“Alright genius girlfriend, wow me with your facts. I wanna know it all.” Kiara teased.  

“Well, since we’re technically in the northern hemisphere we’ll see constellations like Ursa Major, Cassiopeia, and Ursa Minor. I want to go to the southern hemisphere someday to see Centaurus, it’s my favorite constellation-”

“Oh my god...you’re like the astronomy version of Pope.”

“Shut up!” You laughed, “astronomy is way cooler than Pathology. And someday when they’re elevator to space is finally constructed, I’m not taking you.”

“No, please, I can’t possibly handle you leaving me here on earth Zenon.” Kiara teased, propping herself up enough to look at you.  

You looked over at her for a second before turning back to the sky. “That constellation is Ursa Major, the bear. Now, let me wow you with my mythology skills. The ancient Greeks saw the bear in the sky and believed that Zeus had been caught in an affair with Callisto. In a jealous rage Hera had cursed Callisto, turning her into a bear. It was then Zeus who put her and her son Arcas into the sky. Her son becoming Ursa Minor or the little bear.”  

“Damn, that would suck.” Kiara laid back beside you, looking up to the constellation that you pointed out.  

“JB could tell you that the big dipper is part of Ursa Major but that’s hardly her most exciting celestial object.”

“Celestial object.” Kiara laughed, “you sound like a teacher.”

“I’m literally gonna go in the tent and never come out.” You replied.  

“I’m sorry, I love you, you’re such a nerd. A beautiful, amazing, nerd.” Kiara pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder. “tell me more, I promise, no interruption.”

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[n0-eyedtaissa]

Could we see a little Fruthie snippet about whatever you want to lighten our spirits? 🙂

ruthie drags her feet as she walks up the driveway to the jones’s house at 111 elm street, shoulders slumping as she turns her key in the front door lock.

with the current state of the world, hiram lodge had shut down most of riverdale for the purpose of reducing the spread of infection, though he wasn’t very happy about how much money he would be losing in the process. for the first time in years, decades even, the doors of pop’s chock-lit shoppe would be closed, it’s lights off, unable to be a beacon of comfort and community in such a troubled time.

unfortunately, this meant that ruthie (amongst many other people living in the southside) were out of work for an undetermined period of time, with no answers to their questions. she tried to forget it as she took her shoes off at the door, hanging her coat on the rack between jughead’s favorite jean jacket and fp’s riverdale sheriff’s department windbreaker. 

turning the corner into the kitchen, ruthie’s surprised that no one’s taking up shop at the sink washing up the dishes from dinner. the dish rack is full and drip-dropping wish sudsy water, leftovers already placed in tupperware containers left to cool on the counter before going into the fridge. it’s not a strange sight at all, there had been many nights where ruthie had shown up late in the evening after a long shift, but a naive part of her thought that everyone else’s lives would be at a standstill too, not just hers. 

ruthie’s ears perk up at the low, even sound of laughter, knowing that the source was no other than fp jones himself. following the sound, ruthie heads towards the family room, where she’s affronted with a wholesome, funny sight:

there are bedsheets and blankets clamped to the old pool table that was standing as the base of the makeshift fort. the blankets are pulled taught and tucked between the wall and the couch, the other end being secured by the armrest of fp’s recliner chair, making a shoddy kind of canopy. the cushions from all of the living room furniture had been pulled off and arranged as a base layer of padding against the hard floor. it looks like fp pulled out the big camping sleeping bags from the garage, ruthie laughs as she spots jellybean’s skinny legs poking out of the humble blanket fort, her dad laying next to her in his dark blue flannel pajamas. the lights in the family room were off to preserve the ambiance, the blue light from the tv lending a cinematic feel to the room and engrossing the two into whatever old movie they were watching. 

ruthie doesn’t interrupt the father-daughter bonding moment, but she slips her phone out of her back pocket and snaps a few pictures of the two of them because she knows it’s something that fp would want for later. 

she retreats from the darkness of the family room just as quietly as she entered, slithering upstairs to change into some comfortable pajama pants and to send a text to sweet pea to check in, telling him to make sure to thank fangs’ abuela for letting him spend the night. 

ruthie knows which creaky stairs to avoid as she makes her way back downstairs quietly. she can hear fp explaining some baseball fact that somehow related to the movie, but it sounded like jb was genuinely enjoying her dad’s tidbits of information. rifling though the pantry, ruthie finds a bag of microwave popcorn and sets it to cook, rushing to stop the timer before it could go off at 0:00. she tiptoes into the living room toting a filled glass bowl.

“it’s not a real movie night without popcorn” she pipes up, loud enough to grab their attention from the movie playing on the tv. 

“ruthless,” fp lilts, leaning up to look at her from under the cozy shelter of the blanket fort. “when’d you get here, pretty girl?” he asks and ruthie can’t help but laugh as jellybean scrunches up her nose at the term of endearment. 

“not all that long ago, just didn't wanna disturb movie night” ruthie smirks as she crouches down to admire the fort’s handiwork and (lack of) structural integrity. 

“that’s what the pause button’s for” jb raises a curious eyebrow at ruthie as she sits up quick enough to grab at her temple when the blood rushes to her head. 

ruthie laughs, her heart warming at the teenage mannerisms that echoed her brother’s back in he day. “how’s it goin’, jb?” 

she pulls her knees up to her chest and has to think about the question for minute. “people are talking like the apocalypse is about to happen but i dunno, at least i don't have to run the mile next week...” the young girl’s features are awash wish a relatable mix of relief and unease. 

when it was clear that jellybean was going to give no further clarification, ruthie looked to fp:

“school’s cancelled. two weeks, at least” fp chuckles, though he himself was unsure how he would go about entertaining his teenage daughter until riverdale middle school made it’s transition to online. 

“right on” ruthie gives jellybean a fist-bump. “can i join you guys?” she wanted to make it clear that it was okay to decline; that she would understand if this was time that they wanted to spend together alone. 

“well there’s only twenty minutes left but here’s the cliff notes—” jellybean doesn’t even wait for ruthie to sit down and get comfortable before she launches into an animated, well-detailed summary of the previous hour’s events. ruthie lets out a big breath, overwhelmed at the information being thrown at her and the she-said-what’s and the wait-who-did-that’s. 

fp looks at ruthie in the lowlight of the still room and he doesn’t think about the still world outside him, or the scary uncertainties that were plaguing his thoughts and making him worry about himself and others. because even in the darkness of the room, it’s warm and it’s bright and it’s lively. he doesn’t want to look at it like quarantine; it’s making up for lost time. 

[keepingupwithfundies]

CO 1001: Who’s The Most Romantic?

Four couples go on a date competition, Jinger and Jeremy explore LA, and Jim Bob and Michelle watch their grandkids. 

-T 

The Seewalds arrive at the main house, and talk about how crazy 2018 was: two new in-laws and three new babies joined the family, and Jessa is expecting. The Seewald boys are growing and Jessa wants a nap. Kendra and Joe are enjoying watching Garrett grow up. Josiah and Lauren had a miscarriage, and Abbie and John got married. Michelle and Jim Bob are watching all the grandkids while the couples go on dates. Of course, this needs to be a competition, so the couples are competing for most romantic date. Jessa says Michelle is always looking for a chance to relieve her kids of the stress of having young children. Only four couples could make the competition: Jessa & Ben, Kendra & Joe, Josiah & Lauren, and Abbie & John. The rules are: (1) $60 budget; (2) cannot go more than one hour away; (3) 4 hours long; (4) photos and videos for proof. The Forsyths say they didn’t play to give the other couples a chance. Jeremy says for a romantic date, he would have a chef come to the house to cook for them. Jana says a candlelit dinner and a walk. Tyler says steak, and Jackson says hunting.

Joe and Kendra are doing a penny flipping date. If its heads, you go right, and if it’s tails, you go left. Wherever they end up on their 20th flip, they were have a picnic. They go down some dirt roads and hit some dead ends, but Kendra says it is all about where you end up together. They stumble upon a white gazebo after the last flip, and Kendra is thrilled.

Jessa and Ben go to a chocolate factory to learn how to make some chocolate. Ben and Jessa agree that chocolate is the epitome of romantic. They put on hairnets and a beard-net for Ben as they begin to make the shells for bon bons. Next, they add coffee filling. The couples are then asked to choose bon bon flavors for each other. They tend to just pick their favorites.

Josiah and Lauren are going horse back riding at Fort Rock Family camp, and they will end with a bonfire in the woods. The Forsyth family has let them do this for free. Lauren says cheap dates are easy for newlyweds, as you just get to be together.

In Los Angeles, Jeremy is picking up Jinger and Felicity at the airport. Jeremy was there for a conference early, but he is excited they have all arrived to explore the city together. The Vuolos announce that they are moving to LA so Jeremy can pursue further theological training. They are excited to move, and Jinger says she has always wanted to move to a big city. Jessa says she is excited for them. The younger Duggars are all surprised, as they are country people. Ben says he wouldn’t mind living in a city, but Jessa makes a face at him. The traffic is bad compared to Arkansas and Laredo. Jinger says there will be some culture shock, but she is ready for it.

Back to the date competition, to no one’s surprise, John and Abbie are going flying. They are flying to a lake for a romantic steak dinner. Jeremy says there is no competing with John flying, and that he is a romantic guy now.

Back at the main house, Henry has awoken from a nap, and Jim Bob is in the yard playing with the kids. Jim Bob tries to name them in birth order, and mixes a few up, and forgets Felicity for a few minutes.  Meredith and Spurgeon bit each other, and Michelle and Jim Bob remember how much they appreciated when Grandma Mary would take their kids and let them have a date night.

The couples talk about their favorite dates, and they agree they enjoy spending time together. Ben says he and Jessa try to do a date night at least once a week to make time for each other so they don’t become parenting coworkers. They top off their bon bons and take a video for the competition.  Jim Bob and Michelle talk about how important times like these are for couples. Jessa and Ben finish their chocolates and get to try them, and they really enjoy them.

Josiah and Lauren are horseback riding, and Lauren’s horse would not obey her so they trace horses.  That horse is not happy to be on the trail and is bucking, but eventually they get off.  Abbie and John are at the lake, and they grill steaks. Jessa and Ben stroll in a park and enjoy their chocolate. Joe and Kendra finish their picnic and then answer questions from JB and Michelle in the car.

Jessa and Ben are asked about finances- Ben says they aren’t as organized as they should be, and Jessa says she is more frugal than him for date nights, but she spends more on gifts. Abbie says they grew up dealing with finances differently- John was more investment focused, while she worked. But Abbie has seen how his investments have worked out, so she trusts him.

[TW: Miscarriage]. At Fort Rock, Josiah and Lauren start a bonfire and start the questions. They are asked which vow has most been tested. Lauren says the vow about sickness and health, due to their miscarriage and how hard it was for both of them. Josiah says joy and sorrow, for similar reasons. Lauren says they have drawn closer together and are trying again. [END TW: Miscarriage].

Jessa is asked about how she struggled to accept romantic gestures early on in the relationship, but now the affection comes naturally.  Jessa says she is more into PDA now than Ben is. John says romantic gestures are important to keeping a healthy relationship- John says they have a rule to never do “pecks,” they have to do “real kisses.” Joe and Kendra say they are romantic, but private. Jinger says Jeremy is super romantic, and he tries to surprise her, and she does the same.  Having finished their date, people begin heading back to the main house to pick up their kids. Joe and Kendra enjoyed their date, but know they have more romantic siblings. John says it doesn’t matter, they are happy with the date. Josiah & Lauren and Ben & Jessa think they have good chances.

It is time for the awards from Jim Bob and Michelle. There are a few categories: most thrifty, most creative, date they’d like to copy, and most romantic- the overall grand prize. The couples share their photos and videos of the dates. Austin and Joy say John should win. Jim Bob says all the dates were great. Josiah and Lauren get most thrifty, as they spent nothing (we spent the least, but had the most fun, Josiah says). Jessa & Ben win the date JB & Michelle want to copy (Ben: we’re first…in that category). Most original goes to John and Abbie. (The leftover category, they complain). And Joe and Kendra get Most Romantic, as their stumbling on the gazebo and having a picnic was just a classic. They are surprised, and it turned out better than they thought, but Kendra thinks everyone’s dates were very romantic. Josiah says you don’t have to spend money for romance, and Abbie says its about cherishing. Kendra says it is good to pour as much into their marriage as possible. Jim Bob and Michelle offer to babysit for marriage retreats for more focus on their marriages.

#CO season 10 #recap #counting on

[izzy-b-hands]

Every Road Leads to an End, Pt. 1

Y’all had to know this was coming at some point lol. My first Kingsman fic, this one in particular set Post-Golden Circle. I’ve got a lot more planned, for this time period plus during each movie and in between, but for now, I think this is a good start. 

A forewarning that I’m taking canon and making it what I want, because while I love the movies dearly, there’s also a good number of things I’d have maybe done differently, or at least messed about with and considered changing. For one, the little pup Eggsy gets Harry in Golden Circle? He’s around again, because I wanted to know what happened to the puppy. I named him PJ, for Pickle, JR (after dear Mr. Pickle.) 

So, here that is! 

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

“You texted me, and I quote, ‘Major emergency, come quickly.’ This-” 

“Is an emergency,” Harry finished. 

Eggsy stared down at PJ, who was wagging his tiny tail happily. “This is dog-sitting. I thought there was a mission, and I’m only supposed to be called back in the event of that or-.” 

“There is, this!” 

“Okay, and where are you off to then? If there isn’t a mission, aside from watching your dog,” Eggsy asked as he picked up PJ.

“I...have a date.” 

“You have...where did you meet...I have so many questions,” Eggsy said. 

“And they will have to wait; I am already late. Thank you for arriving so promptly, instructions are on the fridge regarding PJ’s dinner and bedtime, and I’ve left you money for your dinner,” Harry was like a bullet on track to its target, walking fast enough Eggsy could hardly keep up as he followed him to his bedroom. 

“Oi! Now I get to ask at least one question before you go.” 

“Fine, one. Then I need to finish dressing; I cannot find the right color pocket square I need-” 

“I’ll help you find it if you answer,” Eggsy interrupted. “Where’d you meet her?” 

“Him.” 

“Okay, him. Where was it? I mean, you’re something of a homebody, when you aren’t working-” 

“I am not,” Harry scoffed, and turned to rifle through the pile of folded pocket squares tossed on his bed. “I do things.” 

“You texted me a week ago, and I quote-” 

“That is quite enough of my quotes, I think.” 

“You keep interrupting like that; I’ll just find more of them. Anyway, as I was saying, you said ‘lots of excitement tonight, saw a fox in the garden.’ I mean...Harry.” 

“Are you going to help me find it, or not? I need the same shade of salmon as my tie, and I’ve found every other shade under the bloody sun, and I even sort these by shade, I’ll have you know, and,” Harry sighed and tossed a handful of squares back onto the bed. 

“You’re nervous!” 

“I have been in situations far worse than a first date; I am not made nervous by this,” Harry shook his head, and shuffled through another bunch of squares. 

“You are absolutely a nervous wreck, oh my God. This is adorable! Look at your dad, PJ. I have never seen you like this.” 

Harry sighed again, clearly exasperated, and turned to Eggsy. 

“Put the face away, I’ll help. Now, don’t get mad, but could you just wear a different color tie, that matches one of the squares we know are here and ready to be worn?” 

The kiss on the cheek wasn’t expected, but it was sweet. “Eggsy! Genius! I’ll change it straightaway, then-ooh, I’m going to be even later! I don’t have an excuse for that, we had a reservation and everything...” 

“Tell him I was late showing up. I don’t mind taking the blame,” Eggsy bit back a giggle as Harry whirled past him to another drawer. “Would I know him, if I saw him?” 

Harry stopped dead. 

“Harry?” 

He turned again, a new silk light green tie in his hand. “I can’t...I will tell you. All of it, later. I promise you that. This is also, technically, a mission. That turned into more, and if anyone else with Kingsman or Statesman found out it had, the trouble we would be in.” 

“So he works for Statesman?” 

“No.” 

“He works for us?” 

“Eggsy, please,” Harry sighed desperately as he switched ties. “Like I said, I will tell you everything, later. Once things are more...solid.” 

“As in your relationship with him, or the mission?” Eggsy asked as he set down PJ, and swatted Harry’s hand away from the tie. “You’ve got it all crooked, hang on. And is the mission to...you know?” 

“Eggsy!” 

“Just checking! Even if it isn’t, I mean, I can spend the night here with PJ. I’m already the ‘Prince That’s Never Seen’ to the Swedish media. Won’t be any issue if I’m not home for a day or two, and I let Tilde know it might be a few days, depending on what was going on. So, you know. If things happen...let them happen. Have some fun. Safe fun, I mean, actually, do you have-” 

Harry was bright red as he snatched up the matching pocket square and his coat from his bed, and strode out of the bedroom with Eggsy and PJ on his heels. 

“Oh, look at him blush! PJ, your dad is gonna have a wonderful night, isn’t he?” 

PJ barked in response, wiggling as Eggsy picked him up again. 

“Yes, he is, and then he’s going to tell us all about it when he gets back,” Eggsy continued, even as Harry spluttered half-protests, sighing and shaking his head as he walked out the front door. 

Without any shoes on. 

“Give him a minute,” Eggsy told PJ, who stared up curiously at him. “He’ll realize in one, two, three, and-” 

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Harry spat as he stomped back inside, struggling on with his shoes before heading back out, one oxford still untied. 

“That’s a lad,” Eggsy smiled. “C’mon PJ. I think you deserve your dinner, and I will order mine, and then I think a movie is in order. We’ll find something with a dog in it, just for you.” 

It wasn’t long before they were settled on the couch; PJ fed and a pizza box open on the coffee table, and the closest thing Eggsy could find for ‘something with dogs’ (an episode of Planet Earth) on the TV for PJ. 

Then his phone buzzed with a text alert. 

Stuck between a rock and a hard place. Advice?

Eggsy frowned at the text from Harry. Text were strictly for non-Kingsman, and non-confidential and/or coded Kingsman business. This, however, wasn’t code for anything that he knew of. 

Is one of the things the guy you’re seeing? And if so, what is the other thing? 

He could hear Harry’s frustration in the reply.

No! Not exactly. He invited me over, but he knows we’d both be in trouble if anyone knew about this; no one is even supposed to know he’s alive!!

That many exclamation points signaled a show of proper emotion from Harry, whatever this was, it was deeply serious to him. But it was hard to advise when he only had not even a quarter of the story. He sent back his biggest question. 

Who?????!!!!!!

For about five minutes, there was nothing, and he almost set his phone back down on the coffee table. Then: 

Merlin.

“Fucking hell,” Eggsy murmured. “And how in the hell? There’s no way...somebody has to be fucking with him, which means who knows what he’s gotten himself into now.” 

He sighed, and bemoaned that he had left his luggage at his hotel, rather than bringing it with. There wouldn’t be enough time to get it, change into a suit, and try and configure Harry’s location so he could get there. 

Unless. 

He hadn’t ever actually spent a night in Harry’s guest room, but Harry had always assured him it was supplied for him, should he and Tilde ever need a place to stay. Searching it proved just that: three suits with varying colors of ties and other accouterments for him, and three matching dresses and pants suits for Tilde, plus three tiny matching jackets that would have fit JB. 

“PJ, you hold down the fort, yeah? You’re a big boy now, I think I can trust you,” Eggsy said as he finished putting in his cuff links and pulled on his jacket, watching as PJ settled down on the couch with a sigh, his grey wiry fir blending into the dark material. “I’m gonna go make sure your dad makes it home, and when we get back, we’ll have that leftover pizza. I’ll make sure he lets you have a little, promise.” 

 From there, he was on his own. His watch and glasses let him track Harry somewhat, but wherever he was, he was on the move. With whoever this impostor Merlin was, surely, and that was who he really wanted to track. But even if this Merlin was using any Kingsman or Statesman tech, he wasn’t registering on any of Eggsy’s gear. 

He got as close as an Italian restaurant, dropped off by a non-Kingsman cab, if only so as not to arouse Harry or the faux-Merlin’s suspicions if they were near enough to see it. There, outside of it, the dot representing Harry had stopped. Or so it seemed to have, finally, though at no point had the dot gone into the restaurant, leaving him wondering where on earth the actual dinner had been, and why on earth Harry was stumbling around in the dark with the faux-Merlin. 

There were a few dark alleyways just near the restaurant. A small chance to be sure, too easy if anything. But as he wandered down the first, the blip of Harry’s dot on the map superimposed over his glasses got louder and louder and-

“Jesus,” Eggsy ducked behind a bin, then peeked back out over it. 

Up against a nearby wall in the alley were Harry, and what for all the world looked like Merlin, kissing hard and utterly unaware of anything else going on around them, apparently, since he hadn’t exactly been quiet as he’d ducked away. 

“If I’m wrong,” Eggsy whispered to himself, then shook his head. Even if this was somehow real, Merlin had somehow survived the land mine and was safe and back, it was better to check, to interrupt and know for sure. 

“Let him go,” he stood and pulled his pistol, pointing it at the possibly faux Merlin. 

“I think he’d rather I didn’t,” and god it sounded like Merlin. “Harry, did you not tell him?” 

“I was going to, later,” Harry hissed, and whipped around. “Put that down! What on earth are you doing?” 

“Not many men could survive a land mine. Fewer still could survive it, and be repaired well enough to go into hiding afterwards. So if you really are Merlin, and if you are...know that I am sorry for all this, but I’ve got to have answers. As of right now, I have no proof you aren’t some...double, hell bent on doing God knows what with Harry-” 

“Hell bent on doing something with him, that’s for sure,” Merlin murmured and giggled, pressing a kiss to Harry’s cheek. “If you’re still up for it, after we explain things and send Eggsy on home.” 

Harry sighed and pushed himself away from Merlin. “Look. I-I should have just told you everything straight away. I know you, and you’re a good agent. And a good agent would have done just as you’re doing now. It’s just...I mean, this was a date!” 

“Still is,” Merlin called from the wall. “This isn’t quite how I saw it going, no, and I certainly didn’t think Eggsy would be involved, but this doesn’t ruin the night or anything.” 

“Oh my God,” Harry muttered, and pushed his glasses up as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. 

Eggsy lowered his gun. “Well?” 

“Tell you what,” Merlin said, striding forward. “You both come back to mine, for now. We can explain things, then Eggsy, you can go back home feeling that all is well-” 

“To Harry’s, actually. I was dog sitting,” Eggsy interrupted before stowing his gun away. 

“Right,  back to Pickles, JR, then, knowing that all is well and Harry is safe,” Merlin continued. “And Harry, if you’d like, well...” 

“I could just about die right now. And I’ve never said that about anything,” Harry sighed. 

“Dramatic, outside of work, isn’t he?” Merlin snickered as he led them out of the alley and down the sidewalk. “Part of why I asked him out, you know. Nice to get to see the man under the agent again. Don’t get me wrong, I love the agent, but I liked the man first.”

“Makes sense,” Eggsy replied, giggling as Harry blushed ever more red, trailing just behind them. “So, did you two ever...before this, I mean?” 

“That’s a lot of old history to be getting into,” Merlin smiled. “Maybe a bit too much for tonight, but later on, perhaps-” 

“Oh my God,” Harry muttered again.

“Think I should take the overuse of that phrase as a good sign for later?” Merlin asked with a positively wicked grin. 

“MERLIN!” 

Eggsy and Merlin fell against each other in a fit of laughter as Harry sighed deeply yet again. 

He calmed once they were in Merlin’s house though, his coat off and tossed onto the couch as if he lived there, and Eggsy half-wondered as they settled onto it. 

“So. I’ll make a long story short, so you can get back to PJ, and we can get back to...other things,” Merlin said. “I did survive the mine, but barely. And I very nearly didn’t survive the jungle, because my tracker didn’t click on again to let Ginger Ale know I was still kicking until you all had already left.” 

“How the hell did you survive?” 

Merlin shrugged. “I shouldn’t have, Eggsy. Chalk that one up to dumb luck, perhaps. That, and Ginger Ale, or should I say now, Agent Whiskey’s fantastic medical research and work with prosthetics.” 

Eggsy gestured to Merlin’s legs. “I have to admit, I was curious.” 

“Amazingly built prosthetics, all thanks to Agent Whiskey. She assembled a team to get me out, get me to Kentucky, and get me healed and well again. And she would have told you and Harry both right away, but-” 

“It wasn’t assured he would survive,” Harry interrupted. “And so I asked them not to say anything to you at that time. I didn’t want you to lose him twice. I figured it, rather selfishly, I admit, that it would be enough for me to lose him twice.” 

“But you didn’t,” Merlin said softly, grabbing Harry’s hand. “I’m right here, not going anywhere.” 

Harry only nodded, but Eggsy could see his fingers tighten around Merlin’s. 

“With you still not knowing I was alive, and my continued survival not assured at that point, I was put into a sort of hiding. Kept in Kentucky, under Statesman medical care and guard. I remain under their guard now, to some degree, and not Kingsman guard because, well-” Merlin shrugged. “Kingsman is still rebuilding. We have Agent Tequila here, and Harry, and yourself as a reserve agent, but that isn’t much. And there’s concern that some of the guards I tried to take out with me are still out there, and might be looking for me.” 

“Didn’t they find them all? Or all the pieces of them, I guess,” Eggsy asked. 

“Enough...pieces to make up all the bodies except for two. We might have presumed they were just truly blown to smithereens, until certain messages started to arrive at various locations, specifically the rubble of the Kingsman HQ and your old home, Eggsy. Agent Whiskey was the one who suggested surveillance on those locations and a few others after I was recovered from the field, and thank goodness she did. We might never have seen them until it was too late, otherwise.” 

“Too late?” 

“Attacks,” Harry said. “On Statesman HQ, specifically trying to get to the medical ward. One got damned close too. No identifiable information on them, except that everything done to erase their identity was similar to what Poppy had done to her cronies. Erased fingerprints, filed down teeth, all that. But since we know Poppy is dead, that tells us nothing. And the henchman that we thought died when the land mine went off weren’t identifiable either, not even the pieces of the dead ones. So figuring out who the live ones are, if they are alive, and where they are...” 

“Damn near impossible, until another attack, which hasn’t happened because you’ve been kept under guard here. And that’s why no one was supposed to know you’re alive,” Eggsy finished. 

“And why this,” Harry sighed, picking up Merlin’s hand and kissing it, “is so very risky. If anything happened as a result of me, I swear-” 

“I know, and I’m willing to take the risk,” Merlin interrupted. “Anyone would for someone they love. Eggsy would for Tilde, essentially does being married while being an agent, right Eggsy?” 

Eggsy nodded. “Harry. You shouldn’t deny yourself this, happiness, just because of the risk. There’s always going to be something, you know? Life just isn’t that easy, that safe...especially for us. Tilde and I, we know the risk, and we both accept it to be together. If you and Merlin feel the same...why not go for it?” 

The look Harry was giving Merlin gave Eggsy his out. “And, that said, I think maybe my portion of the evening is complete, and the portion with you two is uh...yeah. I’m gonna head out, go back and let PJ have the bit of pizza I promised him, and then turn in for the night, and you two aren’t even paying attention to a word I’m saying right now.” 

They certainly didn’t seem to be, again concerned only with each other and kissing and the fussing about with Harry’s tie, which was plenty for Eggsy to see. 

“I mean good for ‘em, you know?” he told PJ as they snuggled on the couch, his suit hung back up in the guest room of Harry’s house, the pizza warmed up for a late night/early morning snack. “But...bit like watching your parents snog, you know? Like, they’re adults, consenting and all that and isn’t like that...urge disappears as you age, I just. It was time for me to not see anymore. You get it, right, PJ?” 

PJ whimpered, and snuggled in closer. He was laid out on Eggsy’s chest, and very nearly had his cold nose poking Eggsy’s chin as he moved closer and closer. 

“Aw. You just miss your dad, don’t you? Well, never fear, he’ll be home in the morning. Er, later morning, considering the time. Dads have to have their fun too, and in the meantime you’ve got me!” 

Eggsy flicked off the TV and closed his eyes, listening to PJ’s soft breathing as he finally fell asleep. 

And then his watch buzzed on his wrist. 

He carefully moved his arm, to not disturb PJ, and looked at the alert.

ALL KINGSMAN AND STATESMAN AGENTS, REPORT TO NEAREST HQ LOCATION IMMEDIATELY. AGENT COMPROMISATION HAS OCCURRED. 

#text post #LeeH writes #kingsman fic #harry hart x merlin #not sure what else to tag rn #so lemme know if y'all want others added! #I'll figure out the tagging as I write the next part of this and the other fics I have in mind lol #eggsy is here too of course #like there's gonna be multiple plot threads of Harry and Merlin and stuff with Eggsy going on plus major Spy Problems #so I'll add tags in as we add in more threads lol

[janiedean]

let's do some positive JB asks. how do you see the Davos Onion Wedding enterprise organising the wedding of the century? what will be the colour scheme? what location? do your best Janieeee

thank you anon

OKAY SO

first of all davos is a man of action ie he doesn’t want to wait for the good moment and so on, also they lost people and so on and IT’S A HAPPY OCCASION SO HE’LL GO FOR IT FOR FUCK’S SAKE therefore the moment people realize they’re hitched and they’re like weeell yes we want to be married at some point he goes like BUT WHY NOT NOW

SO: first he scores the entirety of the area but ngl winterfell isn’t doing too well when it comes to the inside but the godswood is absolutely safe and northern weddings don’t require septs so he’s going to have it in the fucking godswood if it’s going to kill him, but at this point like hell he’s going to make it sloppy.

therefore, he starts going around winterfell finding people to help him set the entire thing up after jon gives him leave because ofc everyone wants a good wedding to cheer their spirits up and at this point dany is like well if he marries her he’s certainly not a problem for me okay go ahead. first ofc he recruits pod who is ofc going to help with his parents’s wedding, then tormund actually volunteers because hey he wants brienne to be happy and if it’s jaime well he’ll find someone else, then he sees sandor sulking somewhere and he’s like THERE’S NO TIME TO SULK WE HAVE TO ORGANIZE A WEDDING HERE, then he goes to gendry like HEY ADOPTIVE SON #1 WE NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP HERE TOO GO CRAFT THEM A FEW WEAPONS WE NEED TO GIVE THEM GIFTS. then he goes to find sansa like ‘well we have a week we’re gonna need cloaks and jaime’s going to need a better set of clothes than the stuff he had on riding from king’s landing also brienne might not want to be married in chainmail ask her YOU KNOW FASHION IT’S YOUR PROBLEM’ and then he not so subtly sends missandei and dany to help them too so they can bond

at that point after he realizes that brienne would like the dress and would like it blue he sends pod scouring the castle for every scrap of blue fabric they can find so that they can adorn the main hall accordingly while arya volunteers to help out too because hey she likes brienne and she can high-five her on topping the hot dude of their dreams so she goes around looking for blue flowers and the likes, sandor is ofc recruited for the heavy lifting and the decorations around the hall while davos makes sure that the dress and cloaks sewing is working, then he goes to find tyrion because WE HAVE TO DECIDE WHO GIVES WHOM OUT AND SO ON.

this is the point where bronn shows up like yo guys wtf happened while I was away WHAT YOU COULD HAVE SAID YOU NEEDED SOMEONE WHO COULD KILL DRAGONS WAIT JAIME IS FINALLY MARRYING BRIENNE THANK FUCK LET ME GO PUNCH HIM FOR HAVING FIGURED IT OUT THIS LATE and at this point they decide that it’s only proper if davos officiates because hey he just has to check people say the vows, pod gives brienne away while sansa holds her cloak, tyrion gives jaime away and bronn holds the cloak.

also since everyone knows it’s jaime getting married into her house and not the contrary bc we srs they decide to go for pink and blue scheme at the godswood and just blue in the main hall, so just before the wedding day everyone spends the night adorning the godswood with blue and pink flowers and what blue and pink decorations they could spare from the main hall (suddenly all the crap the boltons left back in the day is useful if you cut off the flayed people from it) while the great hall is all blue, brienne shows up with the blue and pink dress that’s slightly essosi-fashion because dany and missandei contributed to it while with jaime in between salvaged tully stuff brought by catelyn back in the day that FOR SOME MIRACLE SURVIVED THE ENTIRE SHEBANG, leftover clothes from ned and what else they manage to get him a nice blue and grey outfit, ofc she puts her cloak on him because are we even srs??

also while stuff is being organized arya manages to send a raven to hot pie like HEY BRO CAN YOU SHOW UP HERE WE NEED GOOD COOKS and since it’s got and they have teleportation hot pie manages to show up with a few worthy apprentices like GUYS I’M IN CHARGE OF THE KITCHENS NOW BYE. there’s probably a subplot where he tries to teach gendry and pod to cook. gendry isn’t half-bad at it. and as the feast goes down davos stares at it like MY LEGACY LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL WEDDING NOW WHEN CAN I PLAN THE NEXT ONE while staring not so subtly at both arya and gendry, missandei and grey worm, possibly sansa and tyrion and anyone that looks even remotely interested in tying the knot

I said what I said ;)

#jaime x brienne #otp: i dreamed of you #ch: davos seaworth #game of thrones spoilers for ts #LET'S HAVE NICE THINGS HUH #Anonymous #ask post

[theadmiringbog]

It was at these moments that he found college most enjoyable: he was in a warm room, and the next day he would have three meals and eat as much as he wanted, and in between he would go to classes, and no one would try to hurt him or make him do anything he didn’t want to do. Somewhere nearby were his roommates—his friends—and he had survived another day without divulging any of his secrets, and placed another day between the person he once was and the person he was now. It seemed, always, an accomplishment worthy of sleep, and so he did, closing his eyes and readying himself for another day in the world.

--

But it is a singular love, because it is a love whose foundation is not physical attraction, or pleasure, or intellect, but fear. You have never known fear until you have a child, and maybe that is what tricks us into thinking that it is more magnificent, because the fear itself is more magnificent. Every day, your first thought is not “I love him” but “How is he?” The world, overnight, rearranges itself into an obstacle course of terrors.                

--

The skills I gave him were not skills he needed after all. I wish I had nudged him in a direction where his mind could have been as supple as it was, where he wouldn’t have had to harness himself to a dull way of thinking. I felt I had taken someone who once knew how to draw a dog and turned him into someone who instead knew only how to draw shapes. I am guilty of many things when it comes to him. But sometimes, illogically, I feel guiltiest for this. I opened the van door, I invited him inside. And while I didn’t drive off the road, I instead drove him somewhere bleak and cold and colorless, and left him standing there, where, back where I had collected him, the landscape shimmered with color, the sky fizzed with fireworks, and he stood openmouthed in wonder.                

--

It was impossible to explain to the healthy the logic of the sick.              

--

it feels as if he and Rhodes (and he and almost every one of his contemporaries at the firm) are living parallel versions of adulthood. Their world is governed by children, little despots whose needs—school and camp and activities and tutors—dictate every decision, and will for the next ten, fifteen, eighteen years. Having children has provided their adulthood with an instant and nonnegotiable sense of purpose and direction: they decide the length and location of that year’s vacation; they determine if there will be any leftover money, and if so, how it might be spent; they give shape to a day, a week, a year, a life. Children are a kind of cartography, and all one has to do is obey the map they present to you on the day they are born.             

...

His friends have no children, and in their absence, the world sprawls before them, almost stifling in its possibilities. Without them, one’s status as an adult is never secure; a childless adult creates adulthood for himself, and as exhilarating as it often is, it is also a state of perpetual insecurity, of perpetual doubt. Or it is to some people—certainly it is to Malcolm, who recently reviewed with him a list he’d made in favor of and against having children with Sophie, much as he had when he was deciding whether to marry Sophie in the first place, four years ago.                

--

Sometimes I felt that there was something physical connecting us, a long rope that stretched between Boston and Portland: when she tugged on her end, I felt it on mine. Wherever she went, wherever I went, there it would be, that shining twined string that stretched and pulled but never broke, our every movement reminding us of what we would never have again.                

--

And yet he sometimes wondered if he could ever love anyone as much as he loved Jude. It was the fact of him, of course, but also the utter comfort of life with him, of having someone who had known him for so long and who could be relied upon to always take him as exactly who he was on that particular day. His work, his very life, was one of disguises and charades. Everything about him and his context was constantly changing: his hair, his body, where he would sleep that night. He often felt he was made of something liquid, something that was being continually poured from bright-colored bottle to bright-colored bottle, with a little being lost or left behind with each transfer. But his friendship with Jude made him feel that there was something real and immutable about who he was, that despite his life of guises, there was something elemental about him, something that Jude saw even when he could not, as if Jude’s very witness of him made him real.                

--

In graduate school he’d had a teacher who had told him that the best actors are the most boring people. A strong sense of self was detrimental, because an actor had to let the self disappear; he had to let himself be subsumed by a character. 

“If you want to be a personality, be a pop star,” his teacher had said.                

--

He saw how determined he was, he saw how brave he was being. And this reminded him that he, too, had to keep trying. Both of them were uncertain; both of them were trying as much as they could; both of them would doubt themselves, would progress and recede. But they would both keep trying, because they trusted the other, and because the other person was the only other person who would ever be worth such hardships, such difficulties, such insecurities and exposure.                

--

They all—Malcolm with his houses, Willem with his girlfriends, JB with his paints, he with his razors—sought comfort, something that was theirs alone, something to hold off the terrifying largeness, the impossibility, of the world, of the relentlessness of its minutes, its hours, its days. 

--

Rosen Pritchard had always been important to him, but after Caleb it had become essential. In his life at the firm, he was assessed only by the business he secured, by the work he did: there, he had no past, he had no deficiencies. His life there began with where he had gone to law school and what he had done there; it ended with each day’s accomplishments, with each year’s tallies of billable hours, with each new client he could attract. At Rosen Pritchard, there was no room for Brother Luke, or Caleb, or Dr. Traylor, or the monastery, or the home; they were irrelevant, they were extraneous details, they had nothing to do with the person he had created for himself. There, he wasn’t someone who cowered in the bathroom, cutting himself, but instead a series of numbers: one number to signify how much money he brought in, and another for the number of hours he billed; a third representing how many people he oversaw, a fourth for how much he rewarded them. It was something he had never been able to explain to his friends, who marveled at and pitied him for how much he worked; he could never tell them that it was at that office, surrounded by work and people he knew they found almost stultifyingly dull, that he felt at his most human, his most dignified and invulnerable.                

--

Relationships never provide you with everything. They provide you with some things. You take all the things you want from a person—sexual chemistry, let’s say, or good conversation, or financial support, or intellectual compatibility, or niceness, or loyalty��and you get to pick three of those things. Three—that’s it. Maybe four, if you’re very lucky. The rest you have to look for elsewhere. It’s only in the movies that you find someone who gives you all of those things.                

--

Here, in his hands, is Lispenard Street: their apartment, with its odd proportions and slapdash second bedroom; its narrow hallways and miniature kitchen.

#A Little Life #books

[silkkpopbonnet]

Teenager

“Oh, Jesus. The drama starts.” BamBam squealed as he fell back into Yugyeom’s arms watching Nia stroll inside the apartment.

“Bitch, you don’t live here, what are you doing?” Jinyoung stepped forward, with Youngjae right behind him.

Nia gave Jinyoung a smile laced with venom. “No, but my daughter does so you can shut the fuck up.”

Jinyoung looked from left to right and back Nia. “Who are you talking to?”

“I think it’s you, hyung,” Youngjae answered. “But she not that crazy.”

Jinyoung shook his head. “I know she not that crazy, Nia you’re stupid but not that stupid-”

She held up a hand silencing him before giving him the finger. Gasping, Youngjae held tight onto Jinyoung’s shirt as he tried to step to her. Looking from Amina to Jaebum, Nia stood in front of Amina but spoke to Jaebum.

“Can you tell your crew and your toy to leave? We have things to talk about.” She didn’t even look in Amina’s direction.

Placing her hands on her hips, Amina snapped her fingers in Nia’s face. “I don’t know you, and you don’t know me, but what you will do is show me some respect. Come waltzing in here like you some damn body, check your facts cause last time I saw them, you were no one.”

Still not looking at her, Nia set her purse on Jaebum’s table. “Jaebum, I’m asking politely, tell them and this little girl they need to leave.”

“Hair is about to fly, and I’m pretty sure it’s that 30 inches you got on, so no I’m good.” Jackson pretended to toss popcorn into his mouth.

As Yugyeom and BamBam laughed, Jaebum stood up. “You guys can go, thank you for coming, and Mark and BamBam thank you, I will see you guys tomorrow. Amina stays though.” He wrapped his arm around Amina’s waist, moving her from near Nia. “Amina, her name is Amina, don’t be petty.”

“I’m not.” Nia shrugged. “Calling a spade a spade.”

“And you gonna call my fist, dinner.” Amina spat out, as Jaebum held onto her tighter.

“Oh assault, yes that’s what’s adults do, children Jaebum, really? How old is she? 18?” Looking down at her nails, Nia helped herself to a seat, apparently unbothered and confident in the presence of hostility around her.

“I don’t feel comfortable leaving.” Youngjae looked at Jaebum, still holding on Jinyoung.

“It’s fine, I promise.” Jaebum moved Amina along with him as he got them out the door. “I promise, I will call you guys over, and we can discuss this.” As the rest of Got7 finally left, with Mark’s help out the door. Amina stood near Jaebum watching him, her eyes would occasionally drift to Nia who merely waved at her, vexing her even more.

“I don’t like this, why is she here?” Amina hissed to Jaebum.

“We are gonna find out.” Walking back to the table, Jaebum pulled out a chair next to him for Amina and then sat back in his own spot, between them. “What is it?”

“I want to be present at Areum’s birthday. That’s it.” Nia shrugged, her slender neck moving as she showed JB her pearly whites.

“You were hours late to her first birthday, you haven’t shown up any other year, why now?” Jaebum rubbed his forehead, the stress headache from this might put him in a hospital.

“To be a cunt,” Amina mumbled, earning her a chuckle from Jaebum.

“Because…” Nia dragged out. “She is my daughter, and I wanted to see her, she’s five this year, starting school. How is her English? I’ve heard nothing but Korean from her does she know English?”

“So now we’re talking about her education? This could have been done in an e-mail, don’t play me, Nia.” Jaebum sat up staring at her.

“Oh, I’m not.” Nia sat back, crossing her legs, revealing much more thigh that made Jaebum uncomfortable. “It’s easy to play you anyway, this is a different game.”

“Like the picture?” Amina asked. “Did you take that? So you found out where I worked and followed me?”

Nia shrugged, she didn’t answer Amina directly but spoke to Jaebum. “Tell that child that I was at the right place at the right time, I had come to see her but got treated to so much more.” Leaning in close to Jaebum, Nia continued. “Did you know that some of her co-workers thought she was sleeping with Jun, by how they acted around each other?”

“Call me a child one more time.” Amina threatened. “Them teeth gonna become apart of this table.”

Nia rolled her eyes at Amina, she knew what she said would make JB’s hair bristle, and he sat back, one arm on the table a smile on his face. “I knew that only had to be you. Let me guess, you sold it to the press as well?”

“Gave it to them actually, money ain’t a thing to me.” Nia finally looked at Amina. She put a fake smile on her face, pushing her hair behind her shoulder.  “But seriously though, you used to do makeup for iKON right? I heard that you and Chanwoo used to be close. Does Jaebum know that?”

“If it’s in the past why do I care, stop stirring up shit Nia.” Jaebum slammed his hand down on the table, not even earning a jump from the woman.

“Just something to think about.” Wagging her finger at Amina. “Don’t keep secrets.”

“Bitch, I will,” Amina stood up, only for Jaebum to hold on her arm and force her to sit back down.

Taking a deep breath, Nia let it out slowly, her rounded mouth painted red, she turned her head slightly to look at Jaebum. “So, the party, I’m coming tell me where it will be.”

“So you can cause trouble on Areum’s day? Fuck that.” Jaebum waved her off.

“Do you want to tell the courts why I wasn’t invited? When I was making an effort, can you tell them why you wanted to protect your girlfriend’s feelings in the interest of your daughter?” Nia sat up, pushing her cleavage in Jaebum’s face.

Jaebum stood up, pushing in his chair. “You’re a liar. The two are not mutually exclusive. You’re starting up trouble now.”

“Am I?” Nia stood along with him, suddenly she reached out and stroked her hand down Jaebum’s chest. “Come on now Bummie, we used to have fun.”

Shooting up like a rocket, Amina grabbed Nia’s hand and tossed it back to her. “Used to is the operative word there.” Amina quickly came around the table standing in front of Jaebum. “You’ve had your fun, you can go, I’m tired, stressed and hungry.” She stepped into Nia’s face, biting her bottom lip erotically as she spoke her next words. “So after daddy feeds me, I’m gonna get that bomb dick and get put to sleep. Can you leave now?”

Nia glanced at Jaebum, a hint of jealousy and anger flashing across her features. “Have fun with that Jaebum, little girls only please you for so long.” Picking up her purse Nia turned around and headed for the door.

As her hair whipped behind her, Jaebum held Amina’s arms by her side, knowing she was reaching out to snatch it. As Nia reached the door, she turned around once more addressing Jaebum. “The party, I will be there, or you will be receiving papers from me on a new custody agreement. Choose wisely.”

She slammed the door shut, and Amina locked it behind her. “She is so infuriating! How can you stand her?”

“I can’t, but like I said we don’t communicate like that, tonight is the first time in a long time that we’ve talked.” He watched as Amina sat back down on the couch folding her legs under her body. “I’m sorry.”

“For?” As quickly as everything happened and went on, she had forgotten about what happened before Nia showed up, well she almost did.

“Tonight. Nia mouthing off, the guys, everything.” Jaebum made his way over to her taking her hands to make her stand. “I saw her earlier, and Areum was very upset, I’m sorry I didn’t remember you and that I wasn’t there when you needed me either.” He kissed her mouth gently.

“It’s not your fault what happened, it was scary, but not your fault. Areum is important.” Leaning back she looked at JB. “She saw Nia earlier?”

“Yea.” Jaebum sighed. “She saw and heard us yell at each other, cried the whole way home.”

“Poor baby.” Amina cooed, “Maybe tomorrow will be better. I hope so, she doesn’t need all this negativity and all these emotions coming at her either.”

Jaebum put his head on top of Amina’s, arms around her waist as she spoke. He listened to her voice, the sound of her talking about Areum and wondering about her safety and feelings amidst everything that had happened to them both today, especially Amina.

Squeezing her tight, he kissed her head. “You’re perfect you know that?”

Amina scoffed. “Far from it.”

Jaebum laughed. “Still hungry?”

Amina wriggled out of his arms walking towards the kitchen. “Hell yes, what you got in here?”

Jaebum shrugged. “Leftover takeout, but the bigger question is are you still wanting my bomb dick after?”

Over the next week, Nia did what she could to see Jaebum on her own time. Popping up out of nowhere, calling him and to Jaebum being an annoyance that he was thankful that he usually lived without. Jaebum did wonder though if Nia’s appearance had something to do with Amina. He didn’t want Amina to have to worry about Nia continually doing something to hamper their relationship. What if they got married? Had children? He sighed laying his head down in his studio, they had a small concert planned, Got7 did, and he wondered how he would make it until then.

Speaking to his lawyers, he went over the options of going back to court and then getting involved with Nia again. He didn’t want to have to go through the legal system yet, but most of all he was afraid of the judge ruling that Areum had to spend more time with Nia. Nia was often in China but she lived in the United States, on the other side of the world and his heart could not take his daughter being so far from him. He panicked internally at the thought and nearly made himself sick with worry when he thought about Areum being forced to be somewhere he was sure she didn’t want to be. If Areum wished to see Nia, then he wanted her to wait until she chose to do so, not being made to do it.

Nia had a point about Areum’s English, she spoke English about as well as Jaebum did. She understood it, but responding was slow and they both often mixed up words or just didn’t use proper prepositions and…English was hard. He was Korean, living in Korea, and his daughter was half-Korean, English wasn’t that important. The lawyer suggested that as apart of Areum’s culture it could be a point against him.

It was decided then, that Nia would be allowed to attend the party. That was all Nia wanted, she would go on with her life if she could attend the milestone parties, or indeed any birthday party she wanted of Areum’s after this. Seeing Nia once a year would be a pain, but keeping his daughter by his side was a small sacrifice. Sure, he’d be annoyed, but Nia just wanted to vex him, and he shouldn’t give her the time of day. He got angry just thinking about it, she wanted to attend a party, or she’d take him to court for a child she had no intention of seeing the other 364 days of the year.

Taking a deep breath, he got his emotions in check as he looked down at his phone, reading Amina’s text.

Party is tomorrow, is everything ready?

He texted back smiling.

Yes, Areum is excited, be prepared for her to act like royalty.

Amina answered.

Isn’t she kind of K-pop royalty already?

True, she might be, Jaebum thought. Sending her a picture of a man shrugging, Jaebum told her he’d see her later as he looked up to see the rest of the guys coming back into the studio.

“So, Amina has a fire to her,” Yugyeom stated. “I like that, does she have a sister?”

“Yea, she’s 18,” Jaebum answered, watching Yugyeom wonder over the possibilities. “Don’t be nasty, and you’re a hoe, so I say no.”

“I am a classy hoe.” Yugyeom nodded. “Get it right.”

“A supreme hoe, she’ll be into it,” BamBam added.

“A two dollar hoe,” Mark added, causing the others to laugh.

Yugyeom nodded his head. “Yea, but that two dollars your girl is eager to spend.”

“Ohhhhhh!” Jackson cried out, high-fiving Yugyeom as the guys laughed.

These were the moments that Jaebum lived for, surrounded by his friends, no, his family, laughing, making jokes and just having a good time. They were there for each other like no one else was, and he was thankful for that.

“So, what’s the line-up?” Mark asked, sitting back on the couch, two snack bags in his lap.

“Six songs,” Jinyoung spoke. “Hyung, says Teenager is one we must sing.”

“Why?” Youngjae asked. “Not that I mind, I get to hit some amazing notes but I’m curious, I would have thought Moon U was the song to have from 7 for 7.”

“The dance for Teenager is better.” Jackson retorted. “And my rap line is on point.”

“It’s for Amina,” Jaebum answered. “I want her to be there, so I can sing it to her. I feel like that around her.”

“Aww hyung.” BamBam pretended to wipe his eyes.

Jaebum blushed, pushing the younger away from him. “So, I picked one, only six songs for the showcase, what else?”

“How about A?” Yugyeom asked. “BamBam’s hair was amazing then.”

“A damn lie,” BamBam answered. “You know we have to do Just Right.”

“Areum’s song,” Jackson said laughing.

“Ok, so Teenager, Just Right,” Jinyoung spoke. “I think If You Do.”

Mark shook his head. “Yea, good one.”

“I got it.” Youngjae piped up. “Teenager, Just Right, If You Do, Never Ever, Fly and Remember You.”

“I like that.” Jinyoung nodded. “Let’s do that.”

Yugyeom shook his head. “The first songs, are you sure we shouldn’t swap out Fly for I Like You?”

“Everyone loved Fly, more than I Like You.” Mark countered.

“Fly was more popular in the US I think too,” BamBam added.

The argued a bit more over what songs before finally choosing the first set. A mix of dancing and singing skills. As they ran through the songs once more and practiced, Jaebum groaned thinking about dance practice, he’d have to go through hours of getting moves down perfectly again.

It was a life he loved though, with the best people in his group.

Morning found Jaebum waking up to the sound of Areum screaming in excitement as she ran into his room. “Apa! Apa! Look! Come now! Look!” He groggily rolled over in bed looking for Amina who wasn’t there.

“Apa please!!!” Areum pulled his arm.

“What is it?” Sitting up in bed, he rubbed his eyes, yawning.

“Look what Mina did, come see!!” She pulled his hands until he was standing up.

The number of balloons that filled the living room made him wonder how long Amina had actually been up. Pastel pinks, lavender, blue and cream on the floor. A colossal unicorn was standing in the middle of the room, big enough for Amina to sit on, he watched as his daughter ran to it hugging its neck.

“Look at it!!! Look at it!!!” She screamed.

Jaebum rubbed his eyes and noticed that Amina was standing in the dining room, dressed up for the day. She wore a pink top, fitted with sheer sleeves, black jeans, and holographic belt.

Jaebum smiled shaking his head. “Is that a unicorn horn on your head?”

“It is, but isn’t it cute?” She touched the small jewel on her forehead and the spindly horn that came from it.

“You look good Mina, you can be the duchess unicorn.” Still, astride her unicorn, Areum pointed at Amina.

Amina bowed. “Thank you, your majesty.”

Jaebum kissed Amina’s cheek. “This is too much, and you said I was extra.”

“Every girl deserves to have a good day.” Amina smiled, pointing to the breakfast she made. Little unicorn head waffles, the eggs were dyed blue, and the bacon had edible glitter on them. Lowering her voice to a whisper, Amina continued. “Besides, if Nia is going to be there, this is what I want her to remember.”

Nodding his head, Jaebum picked up a piece of bacon testing it, no gritty glitter feeling, he ate the rest and held up his finger. “Gonna clean up, and I’ll be back.”

After breakfast, Areum watched cartoon until it was time for her party to start, Amina had gone home to clean and get herself ready. Jaebum stressed a little at what was going to come this afternoon. He had sent Nia an e-mail about where the party was and what was going on. She had responded saying she’d show up, he just wondered if it was going to be on time.

After dressing up for the party, Jaebum picked up Amina, and they drove their way to the hotel. Areum was singing TT at the top of her lungs with Jaebum sometimes joining in. As they got out, Amina held Areum’s hand, as Jaebum held a few presents.

“So, this showcase, when is it?” She looked at Jaebum smiling as he looked at her.

“Three weeks, I’d like for you to come.” He opened the door to the hotel, ushering his girls inside.

Amina nodded her head. “Of course, where will Areum be?”

“I’m going too, Apa is going to sing my song.” She let go of Amina’s hands skipping towards BamBam as she saw him.

“Her song?” Amina took a bag from Jaebum, as he rolled his eyes.

“Just Right, I swear every time she cried, BamBam and Yugyeom sang it and did the dance.” He sighed. “It’s her favorite.”

“Was my favorite too for a time, but I always liked Mine better in a way.” Nia came from the room, smiling with a glass of champagne in her hand. “Bummie, good afternoon, and Areum.” Nia knelt down as the girl hid her face in BamBam’s jacket. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you,” Areum whispered, holding onto BamBam’s hand.

“How about we say that in English?” Nia asked the girl.

BamBam sighed. “She can say it in Korean and Chinese, probably Japanese too, stop trying to tell her what to do.”

Ignoring him, Nia continued speaking in English. “Areum, can you tell me thank you, mom, in English?”

Areum looked at Jaebum then at Amina, Amina felt the desperation in the girls’ eyes, hell, her own Korean was rocky, and Areum sometimes corrected her, but to force her was wrong. Especially like this. Areum mumbled in her accented English.

“I can’t hear you,” Nia spoke a little louder.

“Well, I did.” Jaebum and Amina said at the same time. Amina walked around Jaebum to take Amina’s hand as BamBam and her lead Areum into the room.

Standing up Nia was about to stop her when Jaebum stepped in front of her. “Enough. She will learn.”

Speaking in English still, Nia shook her head. “That’s not her mother, she better not do that again. When I’m speaking to Areum, she is not to interfere.”

It took Jaebum a minute to realize what she was saying, he was embarrassed at his own level, and it frustrated him that Nia, who spoke Korean with nearly any accent was doing that. He responded to her in Korean. “Don’t be a bitch, she is five. She speaks Korean and damn near more Chinese than Jackson does. Don’t force her, it’s her day, be nice, be a mother for once.” He turned from her and walked into the room.

The planner did a fantastic job. The Centerpieces were perfect, babies breath in a mason jar with a golden unicorn. Around the edges of the room along the wall, pots were hung in the same manner. Their lights blinking against the gold. The first party table was decoration only, and yet he found himself in awe at how perfectly everything was placed. An ice cream bar was in one corner along with the birthday cake and cupcakes.

As Areum’s friends arrived in their little costumes, the girls held hands and screamed, the boys beginning to chase them dressed as dragons. Jaebum greeted the parents and thanked them for coming, reminding them to also stuff themselves on sugar-laced food.

Amina shook her head walking over to Jaebum. “I am in a fairytale wonderland, seriously I am jealous of Areum, as a kid I might have killed for something like this.”

Putting his arm around her, Jaebum kissed her cheek. “When it’s your birthday, I’ll do you right.”

“Will you now?” She winked at him, just as Ava called her name and gushed over the little unicorn faced doughnuts. “I’ll be back.”

Youngjae sauntered up to his hyung, whistling as he did so. “Wow hyung, when it’s my birthday can I get something like this?”

Jaebum laughed. “Amina just said that.”

“Well, Areum has the best dad I’ve ever known, besides mine.” Youngjae clapped him on his back. “Nia is behaving.”

“For now.” Jaebum glanced her way as she continued to sip her wine.

“She’s plotting something,” Jinyoung said, startling them as he came up. “I can smell it.”

“Probably your breath,” Yugyeom mumbled, earning a pinch from his elder.

“Are we gonna perform?” Jackson asked, doing the dance from Just Right earning a groan from Jaebum.

“Only if Areum asks, and don’t ask her!” Jaebum threatened as soon as he noticed Jackson looking at Areum.

Just then as they started talking to some of the other parents there, someone opened the door, walking over to Nia who she hugged.

“Who is that?” Mark asked, trying to look at the people milling around.

“Oh my god.” Jaebum turned to Amina who glanced at him and then at the man walking towards them with Nia. “Chanwoo.”

“Ikon’s Chanwoo?” Youngjae asked?

BamBam answered. “Yea, that’s him, he’s cool but why is he here? Hyung, you invited him?”

Jaebum clenched his jaw remembering what Nia had said that night. “I heard that you and Chanwoo used to be close. Does Jaebum know that?” Jaebum said nothing, trying to maintain his cool around the people who had come to his daughter’s birthday party, and his girlfriend who was very clearly nervous about him being here.

Approaching the group, Nia put her hands on Chanwoo’s shoulders as he bowed greetings to the members of Got7.

“So, Chanwoo is actually a friend of mine, well him and Bobby, but I didn’t want to be alone, so I invited him. I hope that’s ok Jaebum, but, look here.” Pointing at Amina, she smiled. “You know Amina, Chanwoo.”

The look on Chanwoo’s face as he saw Amina was nothing short of adoration. He smiled wide, waving at Amina. “Hey, Mina.”

“Chanwoo.” Amina stepped close to Jaebum, not lost on Chanwoo as he stared at her wondering why she wasn’t saying more.

“Nia,” Jaebum cleared his throat. “Let’s talk.”

Pulling her away, Jaebum growled. “What the fuck are you doing? This is Areum’s party.”

“Then calm yourself down and let them talk, Channie says they have unfinished business.” Nia wretched her arm away from Jaebum. “She’s a child, and she will grow tired of you soon, she’ll want something new. Something her speed.”

“You’re the same age as me!” Jaebum nearly cried out. “A few days older, what the fuck. Nia, you and he can leave now.”

“Look.” She pointed at them, the guys had dispersed talking to the other parent’s or running around with the kids as was BamBam and Yugyeom’s case. Chanwoo was holding Amina by her elbow talking in her face. She was partially turned from him, speaking about something. He itched to know what. “Just let them talk, maybe you’ll learn something.”

“Why can’t I be happy?” Jaebum asked her. He trusted Amina, he knew nothing would go that shouldn’t have, but damn he didn’t want her in the situation, to begin with.

“Because I wasn’t because I don’t think you should be with her.” With that Nia walked away, she smiled at the guys as she passed them and began to speak to one child’s mother.

Taking a deep breath, Jaebum looked over at Areum. She was oblivious to anything, running around with her friends, playing, eating and having a great time. He wished that today could have gone the same for him, he wanted to believe that somewhere inside her that Nia wasn’t so spiteful, just downright hateful. He wanted to leave, he wanted to go outside scream and cry, just do something to get rid of this negative energy and the feeling of despair, rage, and stress around him. Instead, he looked up to see Amina and Chanwoo in one corner, his hand on her arm and her softening as whispered something near her ear.

Well, time to introduce himself.

Chapter Six

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