#seriously i have nothing to do over the holidays want to go somewhere

[chuluoyi]

𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐 !

- gojo satoru x reader

valentine's is around the corner and word has it that you're going on a date with geto...? no way! gojo is going to make sure that you're saying no! ever wonder how gojo finally gets you to become his? be prepared for a confession of a lifetime!

genre/warnings. crack, semi-failed love confession (it's gojo, what do you expect?), poor geto, and of course, fluff !!

notes. i genuinely love writing this :') loser gojo has always have a soft spot in my heart *sighs* i'd recommend listening to beautiful & because of you - beast (highlight) for this !!

a part of gojo's love entries and valentine's special !

Satoru doesn't really pay attention to holidays. To him, it's all the same—he can turn everyday into a holiday if he wanted to.

However, Valentine's Day is an exception. He knows it and is somewhat excited even. Why, you ask? Because this is the moment he has chosen. He's going to make you his on that very day.

He had everything planned out to perfection: skylit rooftop, bouquet of roses, eloquent speech (at least, he thought so). He was going to charm the pants out of you and it'd be a smooth-sailing event, he was sure of it!

At least until he heard that life-shattering gossip—

"I saw Geto-san asking her out for the 14th just now!"

"What?" he snapped his head in Haibara's direction, who was eagerly sharing with him and the others what he had allegedly heard, his eyes practically sparkling with excitement.

"Ehh, not bad," Shoko mused with a hint of amusement, casting a curious look his way. It was obvious she was enjoying this.

Nanami let out a thoughtful hum. "That's quite a surprise. I didn't think they'll go that fast."

"But how?!" Satoru suddenly exploded, grabbing Haibara by the collar. "How did that slimy bangs go from saying nothing to asking her out?!"

"O-oh Gojo-san! Don't squish me, please!"

And from then onwards, his focus was set: preventing you from falling into Suguru's grimy hands. Absolutely no way! He was so close already. He was on the cusp of winning your heart, and he knew it!

Now, you laughed at his jokes, you didn't ignore him as much, and you even asked him if he was okay after his recent mission! That was huge progress, even Satoru knew as much. And no, even if it was Suguru, he refused to hand you over to him.

On the 14th, you were going to be his... even if it cost him everything!

Gojo Satoru is annoying. You supposed you knew that already, but over these past few days, his ability to get on your nerves somehow had ascended to a wholly new level.

"I'm telling you, you should go with me! I'm going to take you somewhere amazing!" he practically demanded right up in your space, prompting you to let out a long-drawn sigh.

By all means, his attempts to woo you were all lame. He didn't know the first thing about being humble, and logically, you should have been more inclined to push him away.

‘Should’ being the operative word, because, somehow, over the past few weeks, you've started to see his antics as not just bearable but even endearing in a way. No one had ever pursued you with such relentless zeal before him, and it became increasingly difficult to overlook the way your heart fluttered in response to his (occasionally dubious) attempts to win you over.

So, right now, it really wasn't because you were playing hard to get. "Gojo, I've told you already. I can't on that day, I've already got plans," you sighed, exasperated.

He shot you a glance, his expression shifting into a brazenly raised eyebrow. "With Suguru?"

"How do you—"

"Tell him no," Satoru pressed, scowling. "Tell him I asked you first."

"In fact, he asked first—"

“Just say no!”

“No!”

"You're seriously going on a date with him?" he questioned, almost in disbelief. "And what, you're going to confess to him too?"

His tone didn't sit well with you, causing your irritation to rise. You frowned and retorted boldly, "And if I do? It's not like you can do anything about it anyway."

Wait, that actually hurts. Satoru was now irked too. Hadn't he shown enough for you to understand just how much of a big deal it was for him? Didn't you know he actually likes you so much that it made him toss and turn on some nights?

(No, you didn't really know. He just made himself look stupid most of the time. You were not that impressed.)

"As a matter of fact, I can," he began, expression turning into a slight sneer. "I can and I will if you still insist on going with him."

"Wha?"

"I'm going to crash your party so hard, you'll wish you hadn't gone behind my back. The audacity he has, trying to steal my girl!"

"You sound like a creep," you couldn't help blurting out, wide-eyed. "And I'm not your girl—"

"You—are quite heartless." His gaze on you behind that glasses hardened, and you were suddenly taken aback by how upset he looked. "I'm giving you my all—I think about you all day and night I think it's actually making me crazy!"

You stared at him, genuinely dumbfounded this time, realizing that somehow or another now, he was pouring his emotions out.

"Nothing I say will make sense to you, but whatever—" he exhaled sharply in frustration. "It's always you—in my mind. Compared to anyone else now, you're the prettiest. And if you were to ask me to pull a Blue on Ichiji right now, I'd probably do it! You see now—what you have done to me?"

"Ichiji? Gojo—!"

"You might think I did all of this for your attention, and yes, you’re right! That's how much you've messed with my head!"

. . .

Oh, now he had really gone and done it, hadn't he? He had laid it all bare, every last bit of it—the chaotic heap stacking up as his botched confession. And there were no roses, no rooftop, and none of the grandeur he had envisioned. This was so not how he wanted it to go at all.

Satoru grimaced, suddenly regretting this turn of events. He had seen it coming already—you calling him a total weirdo and then leaving him in the dust. Just the thought was enough to make his heart squeeze. Wanting to escape before it became a reality, he abruptly turned on his heel and walked away from you.

He barely made it a few steps away before he felt a firm tug on his arm.

"Wait! Gojo!"

You grabbed his arm tightly, forcing him to turn towards you. Satoru stubbornly refused to meet your gaze, his lips pressed into a massive pout. Yet, beyond that display of defiance, you could discern a hint of heartbreak splashed across his face, and it made your stomach churn.

Always trying to make you look at him. Always trying to get you to smile through his lame jokes. Making himself stupid on purpose. Frustrated when his feelings went unnoticed… All Gojo Satoru did thus far finally added up.

So it's true... he likes me this much...?

In that moment, warmth flooded through you. This idiot. Everyone said he was no good, but your heart couldn't help but leap, and a flurry of butterflies seemed to dance in your stomach.

In this instant, everything seemed to fall into place. Any doubt you might have melted away, leaving only a sense of certainty about your feelings. Everything just feels absolutely right.

"I'm not going on a date with Geto, you know."

"Huh?" Upon hearing that, he swiveled to face you, his gaze intensively searching your face for further explanation.

With a huff, you elaborated, "It's for my Grade One promotion mission. Geto-san asked to join me for it."

"But why? He doesn't need to—"

"He wants to tag along to absorb more cursed spirits, you see..."

"Oh, amassing new little friends, I see," Satoru quipped, face scrunching up distastefully.

His mood seems better now, you noted. You exhaled, your heart suddenly felt like it was pounding louder. "So, you've got the wrong idea. It sucks but my Valentine's day is going to be spent on a mission."

A beat passed by before he finally spoke again, still sheepish and avoiding eye contact. "I'm coming with you too, for that... mission or whatever."

You pressed your lips together, trying to ignore the warmth spreading across your face. "And?"

"And... huh?"

"That's all? Nothing else you want to add?"

And suddenly his eyes sparkled back to life. Beyond those ridiculous round glasses, his bright, yet steadfast eyes met yours with such vibrant shine it made your chest thump so hard and face flush with matching intensity.

Silly, silly boy... liking me so much that he turns stupid.

"Actually, I've got plenty more to say!"

With an indignant snort, you released his arm. "Well, I'm waiting. Because what you just said before has to be the most underwhelming confession I've ever heard."

"Wha? Hey! That wasn't my confession! Just you wait, I'll do it over, and this time, I'll make you swoon so hard you'll forget how Suguru's face looks like!"

And on the night of February 14, he truly surpassed himself once again in making a terrible confession, and yet it still signified the day you truly became his—the beginning of your life together, which along the way, would be filled with more shenanigans, endless laughter and of course, love.

Epilogue

"Haibara, I really thought you're the most sensible here! I can't believe you!"

Suguru massaged his temples with utter grievance. So this was the cause of his headache and constant death stares Satoru gave him these past few days—the three people gathering in front of him!

"I've told you already, Nanami—Gojo is really going through with it," Shoko cackled with utter satisfaction. "Now, pay up."

"Ieiri-san... sigh— from now on, I'm not participating in your bets anymore."

Haibara, who went with Shoko's suggestion to incite this, sheepishly laughed. "Ehe, Geto-san, all that ends well is well though, no?"

"Satoru was really about to skin me alive! Ugh, and you almost ruined my date too..."

"Eh? Date?" All three sets of eyes suddenly fixed on him in utter astonishment. "Who?"

-> continue to 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 (with geto suguru—soon!)

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[magics-neptunes-things]

One Love (6)

Hi guys :)

This is the new one for my Luna's serie. I hope you will enjoy it, please let me know what you thought about it :)

TW : Injury, blood, surgery.

It was a summer break. Everything is supposed to be fine; Lucy and Ona were supposed to be enjoying her holidays, but there is something bothering Lucy for days now. And it has nothing to do with the surgery she had some days ago for her knee and being able to play at least one more year. She was looking to be able to play at the next World Cup to be honest. Only Ona knew it because she didn’t say anything to someone else.

And Ona was taking so good care of her. She was even more gentle and caring than ever, even if her usual nature makes her be. Lucy has seriously started to ask herself if her girlfriend have the ability to read her mind. Because, sometimes, she just thinks about something and several seconds after, Ona is asking if she wants that precise thing. The first time she thought it was the hazard, but living with it constantly since days now, it’s a little bit scary.

Because of the surgery, she has an impressive amount of kiss, hugs and massages, which she really doesn’t mind. She doesn’t have the right to go swimming for now, but just sitting by the pool with her feet in it while looking at her girlfriend in the water is enough for her happiness.

That’s exactly what she was doing at this moment. Because of the surgery, they didn’t go to Menorca or another place, Lucy needs to rest and it was obvious that Ona wouldn’t let her do something stupid. When she comes to Lucy, Ona doesn’t take support on Lucy’s knees like she usually did. She put her arms on the edge of the swimming pool and let her cheek rest on one of her arms to look at her girlfriend.

“Are you alright?” Ona asks gently.

“I’m fine” Lucy responds, even if her mind was spiraling some seconds ago. “I’m a little hot maybe.”

“You’re always hot” Ona smirks.

Lucy snorts and look at the Spaniard getting out the pool. Coco and Narla are both laying somewhere in the garden in the shadow of a palm tree. It’s hot today, Lucy’s right.

“Where are you going?” Lucy asks while looking at Ona.

“Taking you something to drink. You have to stay hydrate, mi Vida.”

“Don’t go inside with your feet wet, you’re going to make marks on the floor.”

Ona mimics her while getting up, making Lucy laughs slightly. The English woman hit Ona’s thigh with her hand in a playful way in return. Ona could have let things like this, but just when Lucy turns back, the youngest leans over her to wring her long hair, dripping fresh water into Lucy’s back.

Lucy yelps, making jump the two dogs who should definitively be used to these kinds of fights.

“You’re so dead, Batlle.”

Ona giggles, running into the house. She loses time opening the door of the safety gate surrounding the pool, allowing Lucy time to get up. The dark-haired woman chases Ona inside and she’s sure that she almost heard Narla sighs before she lays down again.

“Your feet!” Lucy shout to Ona when the Spaniard reach the inside of the house and she sees footprints on the floor.

Of course, Ona slips. But, by a miracle-like reflex, Lucy managed to catch her before she bumped her head on the ground. The team would have been mad to learn that their player got a concussion while fooling around her house.

“Are you going to torture me with kisses?” Ona asks with a smirk, standing up again.

“No. More like I will torture you not kissing you.”

“What? Lucy you can’t do that!”

********

Several hours later, both of them are laying on one lounge chair. To apologize, Ona made Sangria and with some crisps it’s even better. Minding Lucy’s injured knee, Ona is still wrapped around Lucy. Who definitively kissed her several times despite her treats.

“We should make it one for when our parents met what do you think?”

Lucy immediately tenses up when Ona addresses the subject that has worried her terribly since several days. At first, she thought that’s it was great idea, her parents meeting Ona’s parents, her brothers getting along together with her nephew and her niece in the middle of all that. But now she’s scared as hell. What if something goes wrong? They don’t even speak the same language.

“No?”

Ona’s voice takes Lucy back in reality and she looks at her girlfriend with a fake smile.

“Yeah”

“What’s going on?”

Ona frowns slightly. Of course she realizes that something was on her girlfriend’s mind. She just doesn’t know what.

“Nothing, I’m just… What if our family don’t get along?”

Ona seems so surprised that Lucy almost regret having talked about her fears. At least they would have one to be optimistic about this diner.

“Why won’t they get along?” Ona asks.

“At first because they don’t talk the same language? I know that your brother can talk English and that you can translate if something’s needed to, but how the hell are they suppose to talk together?”

Lucy is agitated, Ona can tell. That means that her fears are real and Ona is talking with her most soothing voice when she answers.

“Like you said, our brothers get along well so it’s a pretty good start. I’m sure that your nephew and your niece will be a great entertainment if things are a little tense at first. But I don’t think it will be that way.”

Lucy hums, letting Ona’s stroke on her arm calm her a little bit.

“Plus, their sons get along well, but their daughters get along pretty well too”

Ona said smirking, kissing lovingly Lucy’s neck. It was another attempt to help Lucy to relax, but she feels the English woman’s body tense again.

“Oh my god. Are they like no sex before marriage or something?!”

Ona bursts of laughing this time, pushing a little on her arms to sit down and have a better look at Lucy. Hearing Ona’s high laugh makes Lucy smile and Ona is almost crying laughing when she talks again.

“Do you think they would have let me play football and will still talking to me if they were conservative or something? Have you seen me?” Ona giggles. “You are the first of my girlfriend they have met, but they knew I had others before you.”

Lucy grumbles this time, not really liking to hear about Ona’s past relationship, which she knows is totally hypocritical of her because Ona sees Keira almost every day. Without another word, she takes Ona against her again with authority.

Ona is still smiling about her girlfriend’s concern but put her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder again. She strokes softy Lucy’s bad knee and think a little before saying something else.

“Everything’s gonna be alright mi Vida. As long as your father don’t say that he supports Real Madrid, it’s going to be ok.”

“He better not” Lucy snorts.

********

Ona was right. Their family get along pretty well, their differences of language being erased by Lucy’s dad’s Portuguese and Ona’s mother’s basic English. She almost learn it only earing Lucy and Ona talking together but it was enough to have a great conversation with the Bronze.

“You are lucky to have two grandchildren already” Ona’s mom says at one time during the diner.

Alfred and Alzira were playing with Narla and Coco in the garden after the dessert. Ona and her brother Joan, sitting next to each other, exchange a glance. Lucy almost chock on her sangria, making Jorge smirks at her sister in front of him. Ona spat her girlfriend on her back. They already talked about having kids together, but that’s true that they never talk about it to their relatives.

“Yes, I am” answers Diane Bronze, smiling when the Batlle’s stay silence. “Maybe I’ll have more one day.”

“Oh, so you want a third?” Joan asks Jorge, ready to push her sister under the bus to save his ass.

“Nah, not at all” he laughs. “I love my children, but two is enough. Now that I can sleep at night again, no one will never take that away from me again.

“Two is good” Lucy mumbles, glancing at Ona from the corner of her eyes.

“Joan is older and with his girlfriend for longer” Ona points, not having missed her brother move. “It would make sense if he has kids first.”

Ona smirks when Joan try to crush her foot under the table and miss because she moves on her chair. The shift makes her closer to Lucy, who kind of mistake her girlfriend’s movement, thinking that Ona is looking for some physical touch. The Catalan woman really doesn’t mind when Lucy puts her hand on her lower back though.

They all are saved from this conversation by Narla barking when Coco tries to steel one of her rocks.

Later that night, when Ona’s family is back to Villassar de Mar and Lucy’s is in their room, Ona can’t stop to think about the conversation they had about children. She wants to have children with Lucy, but they both are professionals women footballers, being pregnant mean to have to stop for like nine months at best. Lucy said she wanted to carry a child first after she stops playing, but she wants to be able to play the next World Cup, in 2027. Won’t it be too far from now?

Lucy, who was checking that the doors were closed, fine her girlfriend standing up in front of the bay windows of their bedroom, lost in her thoughts. So lost that she doesn’t hear her coming. Ona jumps when Lucy takes her against her, her front glued against Ona’s back.

“What’s torturing your mind, Beautiful?” Lucy whispers.

“Nothing” Ona answers before turning in Lucy’s arms to cuddle against her. “Today was great.”

“It was” Lucy smiles softly.

Her concerns were useless and she’s very relieved to see that everyone had a great day. But she feels like her girlfriend is hiding something from her and she doesn’t really like it.

“I can hear your brain, Bonita.”

“Yeah? What are you hearing?” Ona smirks.

“That you are hiding heavy thoughts from me.”

“That’s an easy answer.”

Ona is smiling when she looks up at Lucy, who put a strand of Ona’s hair behind her ear. She doesn’t have to ask Ona to talk to her one more time, the Spaniard opening easily to her.

“I was thinking about the conversation from today, about children.”

“What about it?”

“You said that two children are good, were you saying that to stick with your brother or was it more for us?”

“Oh, for both of it” Lucy shrugs. “I think that two is a perfect number honestly. When you are three, I feel like there is always one who is away from the two others, look at my sister. I’m pretty sure that almost no one know that I have a sister.”

Ona nods, following Lucy in their bed when she takes her by the hand. She only has a brother herself and she’s not sure that she would have get along so well with him if she had another. Or a sister.

“Would you rather have boys or girls?” Ona asks with curiosity.

“I don’t really care. All I want is healthy children with the most beautiful girl in the world.”

“And here was I, thinking that you wanted to have children with me” Ona sighs dramatically.

Lucy pinches her ribs, making her squeak and trying to escape Lucy’s arms. But Lucy doesn’t let her, stopping her tickling only when she scared to wake the children up. When she stops, she was on top of Ona, her faces separated by only several centimeters.

“I love you, even if you are an idiot sometimes” Lucy whispers before kissing her.

“I love you too” Ona smiles softly. “But you can stop your kisses now, because there’s now way we are doing anything with your family around.”

“Oh, come on.”

********

Some days after that, the break is over, and the season is starting again. Lucy’s knee seems to be good enough for her to play without having a care to give for now, or at least more things to think about it. It’s a good news for both of them, Lucy being happy to be able to play like this and Ona seeing her girl being happy. With Mapi back from injury, they are almost always starting in the defense every match, unless some of them is being rested.

Their families went to the first game together, before the Bronze had to go back to England. It was noticed by the fans of course, but none of them is bothered by that by now. Ona and Lucy still chose to stay private but not secret, even if the video of them kissing in the crow of a football stadium went viral.

They are playing against Levante today and they went to Valence to play the game. After the training, when they are sitting on their cubby, Ona comes to Lucy before going in the tunnel.

“How’s your knee mi Vida?” Ona asks softly.

“I’m fine Princesa. Stop worrying, you’ll be older than me soon.”

Ona rolls her eyes but help her getting up anyway. They slowly follow the other in the tunnel, talking with Salma and Jana.

The game went great, Ona knows some of the players from the other team, but like always she putted her relationships on the back of her head for the game. It’s not the same after the game though, and the Catalan woman always enjoy catching up a little bit with her friends like this.

It’s ironically one of them who take Ona down, soon after the beginning of the second part. It was one fair challenge, until her opponent casually shoves her crampons into her ankle while walking on her foot.

Ona’s cry of pain is audible in all the stadium. Alexia is at her level when Ona grabs her foot in pain and the blonde saw Lucy coming straight for them. It was what Alexia thought, until Lucy passes right next to them and go right for the girl who hurt Ona.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” she shouts, pushing her hard.

Ona gets distracted from her bleeding ankle by the scene.

“Stop her, please” Ona whispers to Mariona, crouched beside her.

The Majorcan sights softly before getting up to stop the scene before Lucy get carted with red. It would already be a miracle if she doesn’t have a yellow.

“Lucy come on, breath” Mariona says a little harsher than Aitana who were actually trying to stop Lucy.

The English woman glares at Mariona, but she doesn’t seem impressed by it.

“She could have broken her ankle!”

“I know but she doesn’t. Your girlfriend is currently getting treated, so maybe you want to check on her before the game starts again no?”

Lucy sighs, rolls her eyes to the referee when she shows her a yellow card but jog to find her girlfriend. Ona’s sock is red with blood and Lucy grimaces when she saw that the team needed to cut it with a scissor to take it off.

Alexia sends her a disapproval look when she crouched next to Ona. The Spaniard is laying on her back, one arm on her face while one of them team medic is currently stitching her wounds.

“Hey” Lucy says softy, removing Ona’s arm from her face. “You’re ok?”

“Yeah” Ona answers, without loosening her jaw. “Did you get a yellow or a red?”

“Yellow” Lucy answers absent-mindedly, looking at her girlfriend’s injury. “Will you be able to play after that?”

“She won’t” one nurse answers for her.

Ona pouts and Lucy squeeze her hand. Thanks god, even if she has several stitches, it doesn’t seem to be a bad injury. Lucy looks up when she hears her name being called. The game is about to start again. And, even if she doesn’t want to, Lucy has to be back.

Not being subbed until the end of the game, Lucy had to watch Ona getting out of her view to received other care and maybe painkiller. She doesn’t reappear until the 92nd minute, some seconds before the referee whistles the end of the game.

When Ona came back on the pitch with crutches, Lucy feels her heart tightens a little bit. She made her way to Ona, passing a protective arm around her shoulder.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. I got six stitches though.”

“If Mariona didn’t stop me, she will have got six stitches too” Lucy grumbles.

“Even if it was hot, I’m glad she stops you. I was the one sending her, to be honest.”

Lucy pouts but doesn’t have time to answer anything, other people coming to check on Ona. Staying next to her like a bodyguard, Lucy glares so hard to the girl who hurts Ona that she didn’t come to excuse herself one more time. At some point, she passes her arm around Ona waist to help her staying up. And when it was time to go to the changing room, Lucy doesn’t hesitate one second to take her girlfriend in her arms to carry her inside, in a bride style.

Ona took good care of her during the summer, it’s her turn now.

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[dozing-marshmallow]

I looooooooove the chris x wife! reader fic that you wrote!! It got me kicking my feet and blushing 😊 By any chance, could you write a chris x wife! reader going on their honeymoon?

Awww this is such a cute idea, thank you so much, I’m so happy to hear that you loved the last one! ⋆˙⟡♡  I had to get something out on the man’s birthday as soon as I could and this request was the one I was fixated on finishing the most, so do enjoy reading and McLean’s bday ~💗!

CHRIS MCLEAN X WIFE! READER ON HONEYMOON HEADCANONS

Most newly wed couples go to just one location for their honeymoon.

Yet it was very poor of you to think that standard would apply to Chris.

You didn’t realise until he informed you that you were gonna go to two countries per continent(apart from Antartica, cuz what the hell): Barbados and Costa Rica for North America, Brazil and Colombia for South America, France and Italy for Europe, Thailand and (The) Philippines for Asia, Morocco and Tunisia for Africa, French Polynesia and Australia for Oceania.

The only reason why Chris cut it to two instead of four was because he suspected you would get sick of travelling, and didn’t want you to be complaining on holiday.

“Chriiis, we don’t need to, you know!” you’re verbal about your humble take on the honeymoon as Chris made his long list based on the notes he wrote from his and your opinions,“This is all so costly! We could really go to two continents instead!”

“Huh?” he looks at you, confusion scratching into the space between his eyebrows,“(Y/N), this is literally nothing. You seriously wanna spend our whole two months of celebrating marriage in one place like working class people?”

Harsh, but it’s fine because it’s Chris.

Before you left, he took you on a massive shopping spree where it had not even been the beginning of him pampering you with all the jewellery, the swimsuits and the candies.

This guy doesn’t need to book reservations: the best hotels, air BNBs, holiday homes, you name the one you want to stay at the country and baam. Availability opens a door and charm hands over the keys.

He also hired a chaperone for each country, but most of the time, only for the arrival and departure; he wanted more alone time with you.

At this rate, you wondered if he needed to pay to enter the countries asides from paying the fuel and landing runway.

That’s right. You were getting there by his jet -he ended up upgrading- to each location.

Since it wasn’t meant to carry fifteen contestants this time, Chris abolished the loser and first class section in the new version of his plane to be furnished completely into his headquarters.

During each jet ride, you and Chris would review helpful phrases and attractions that would enhance the experience.

“So in France, we will have to remember to say “bonsoir” from 6 PM onwards.” you reiterate.

“That’s doable.” Chris comments, leaning back in his chair.

“And they don’t like smiling a lot.” you add, doing it yourself.

His relaxation ended,“Bummer. D’you think they can make an exception for me? My resting face is a smile.”

They did- in every place.

The honeymoon was an epoch for Chris to meet his fans from all over the world. If you had a dollar for every autograph he signed the entire getaway, you would have enough money to have your own jet.

Weirdly enough, Chris lost genuine pleasure to greet his global admirers and increasingly rushed the interactions.

“It’s okay to be more attentive to your fans, Chris.” you insist, with your head on his bare body, laying around somewhere on the warm Tunisian beach.

“Nah.” he differs with his hand scrubbing sand on your back,“I came on holiday with you, not them. I couldn’t leave you by yourself.”

Aw. You love your husband,“You’re right. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

He bought you anything that caught your eye. Clothes, hats, rings, ice cream, souvenirs.

Chris had also bought five cameras. He wasn’t letting a single moment of a scenery or pose go to waste.

Be prepared for the day when he eventually gets them all printed out and stuck in fresh albums and wants to reminisce with you.

He took you to the best restaurants, never settling for one less than five stars (maybe four if you persuaded him enough).

“To another exceptional night of our honeymoon!” he raises his glass of happiness.

You copy, both clinking and declaring cheers.

Going back to your accommodation, Chris would have you carried until the first descent onto the fine duvets.

Let’s just say that, by the time you do get back to Canada, both husband and wife’s necks have never been more wine red.

#tdi x reader #td chris #request #chris mclean #total drama #chris mclean x reader #td chris mclean x reader #total drama island chris #total drama chris mclean #tdi #total drama headcanons #total drama scenarios

[astroluvr]

Our Evergreen

summary: it's jack's first christmas with you as your fiance, and now he must put up with all of your christmas traditions

a/n: hi, it's literally been over a month (???) since i've posted, and like, just as long since i've even written, so pls go easy on me as you're reading this- i'm still finding my groove!! i am, however, very excited about it being the holiday season, so here's this. hope u enjoy :)

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"Baby," Jack laughed, when you groaned upon seeing him still in nothing but his jeans and a wifebeater. "The trees aren't going anywhere."

"Okay, but the trees we want will go somewhere if you don't get dressed."

"I can't take you seriously when you look this cute." he pouted at you.

"I'm leaving you here." you threatened, tossing him the hoodie he picked out.

"Fine." he shrugged.

"Jack, do you even want to marry me?"

"Okay, baby, you're being a little dramatic." he scoffed, gesturing at the ring he slid onto your finger on the quiet coast of a tropical beach three months before. "Duh."

"How can you say you do if you don't even want to pick out Christmas trees with me- Jack!" you were cut short by a squeal when he stood up quickly and pulled you into his chest and kissed all over your face.

"Course I want to marry you, and of course I'll go pick out trees with you if you stop talkin' crazy." he mumbled against your ear and you couldn't help but smirk at how easy it was to make him get his act together.

"Then get dressed." you told him quietly, and he left a firm pat on your behind before grabbing the hoodie.

You squealed in excitement when Jack finally got a parking spot outside of the tree farm. He laughed when you threw your car door open and exhaled happily at the sight. In all five years that he'd been with you, he had never seen you so in the Christmas spirit. At Thanksgiving, you were hardly even done with your food before you were playing Christmas music.

He knew that you enjoyed the holiday, but he had never seen it in this capacity, and although it was a lot of work to keep up with, nothing made him happier than watching you fill your carts with Christmas decorations. You both had moved into your first house together and he was more than obliged to funding every single ornament and Christmas lights that he was procrastinating hanging up.

"Baby, I've never seen you with a real Christmas tree before. Where's all this energy coming from?"

"It's December! We have to get cracking, J." you explained, cuddling into his side as he threw his arm around you and kissed the top of your head.

"No," he laughed as you two walked into the farm, surrounded by massive trees that Jack cringed at the idea of putting on top of the Jeep. "I mean, I know you like Christmas, but usually it's... you know, minimal."

"I don't know, I'm just extra in the spirit this year." you shrugged, stopping short to look up at Jack. "Extra in love, too."

"These trees must be expensive." he smirked, and you rolled your eyes at him. "Love you, too, baby."

After you both made your way in, you ordered cups of hot chocolate and started to browse the tree farm.

"I haven't had a real tree in years." Jack said out loud, brushing a hand against a tree that still had snow packed on the inside as you took a sip of your drink.

"That's because you never bother to buy one." you raised an eyebrow, and Jack shook his head.

"I mean, yeah, but my parents gave up on it when me and Clay got older. Then we started buying those box trees." he said, standing in memory before laughing and grabbing your attention. "I remember one of the first years we came out to one, my cousin came along and they had Santa here, and he was scared as hell of him. We all got on his lap and he ran away and ended up running right into a tree."

"Jack!" you smacked his chest when he laughed loudly before joining him.

"I have to ask Clay if he remembers that. It was... damn, it was funny."

You both started on the paths, hardly looking at the trees or minding the other people there that side eyed your raucous laughter that was much louder than the speakers playing Christmas music.

"See, we never really had real trees. I don't know, maybe a couple of years, but I remember every year, putting up the star. I want to keep that tradition."

"What, putting up the star?" he grabbed your hand, taking in the scent of fresh pine mixed with your perfume.

"I want our babies to put it up." you said softly, and Jack squeezed your hand involuntarily.

It was almost impossible for the subject of kids to come up after you two had been so in love for so long, but you had never really discussed the ins and outs. You had giggled about what your baby might look like, about whether they'd be Jack's height or extra short, you had pointed out onesies, you had even shared your baby names, but the idea of having a baby to carry so many memories crowded your chests and created a fuzzy feeling.

"I-I mean, you know, that's still a while away, but-" you stammered, worried about creating too much of a shift in energy when you noticed Jack swallow hard.

"Is it?" he whispered, stopping in front of a short tree that didn't even look like it was meant to be there.

"Maybe not." you chuckled in realization, and Jack kissed your forehead.

"What else do you want? For our Christmases?"

"Well, I want us to come tree shopping every year, and hang stockings. And matching pajamas on Christmas."

"Yeah?" he raised his eyebrows and grinned at you, earning a smile back.

"Mmhmm." you nodded, growing excited at the pure image.

"And what about when they're all teenagers and just want money for Christmas?"

"Then I'll drag you out of bed and make you come tree shopping."

"Fuck them kids, huh?" he laughed out, and you giggled in return, nudging him out of your way before he pulled you into a hug.

You found solace in Jack's hoodie, loving the way he warmed you more than the hot chocolate was.

Your smile became more solemn when you looked up at Jack whose blue eyes lit up when they looked over your features. You shook your head as your heart swelled.

"What about you?"

"I don't know, I want them to love Christmas and being a family. I want them to, just, have all these beautiful memories. I don't care what kind of tree or it is or what we're wearing, but I want them to feel like this. I want them to feel like this kind of happiness." he whispered, trailing a thumb across your cheek.

"I can't believe I get to marry you." you laughed, pushing your face into his chest and shaking your head.

"Yeah, imagine how I feel. I can't believe I even get to know you."

When you looked back at him, he was ducking his head to kiss you. There was only a nip in the air, but it felt like it might've been a blizzard surrounding you when you felt that sharp warmth take over your body. You clutched your cup, and wrapped your free hand against the back of his curly hair, and sighed happily. He pulled away for a moment to take a breath and to murmur his admiration before going back in.

This time the kiss was a little less chaste, and earned a squeal from you when he worked his tongue into your mouth, bending over your body slightly as if he couldn't get enough of you. You wouldn't have even gotten a chance to stop him had it not been for high pitched giggled from behind you.

You both pulled away quickly, remaining intertwined as you looked around, expecting to see a little boy and girl, until you found an elderly couple in matching flannels with pink cheeks as they looked upon you. You gasped and tried to pull away before you could further your embarrassment.

"Can't keep my hands off her." Jack swallowed, and you pursed your lips in embarrassment. "Sorry about that."

"It's alright, I know how it is. It gets a little harder once you're fifty years in, don't it, honey?" the man winked at his wife, who only laughed.

You smiled at the interaction before shuffling closer to Jack who seemed absolutely entertained.

"I promise we aren't a couple of freaks," the woman began, before smiling. "We just noticed you two, and had to ask if this is your first Christmas together?"

"Well, not really." you spoke, a smile breaking across your face. "We've been together for five years, but we just got engaged, so it's our first Christmas doing everything together."

"Wow. You both should hold on to each other. You're a beautiful couple."

"I lucked out." Jack curled his arm around your waist.

"So did I." you smiled and looked upon the couple, their wrinkled eyes showing a lifetime of unconditional love.

"Well, it was nice to meet you both. We wish you all the best." the elderly man, rubbed his wife's arm before nodding towards you and Jack, earning a response from you.

"It was nice meeting you, too. Thank you."

Before you could continue walking, Jack kissed you once more and stopped you short. "We can't keep making out."

"That's not what I'm talking about." he rolled his eyes at you, and you pursed your lips. "I'm talking about this tree. We should take it home and plant it. Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but I think it's a good sign."

You stood next to Jack, and looked at it. It was small, but obviously evergreen, dwarfed by trees that had been fertilized by years and ready to be picked and loaded onto the back of trucks and the tops of minivans. It was the kind of tree that nobody would pick because it wasn't as big and green as the others, but still it stayed on its own, and would grow just as big as bright as the others.

"I think it's a great sign." you smiled, picking it up and laughing at how light it was.

"Do you want to get a bigger one?" Jack asked, taking the long forgotten hot chocolate from your hand as you cradled the pot.

"This one is good for this year, I think."

#THATS ALL I GOT IM SORRY! IT WENT A DIFF DIRECTION THAN I PLANNED #jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagines #fiance!jack harlow #bf!jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x y/n #christmas blurb

[jmvore]

Baby, Yes Or No...

↳ SYNOPSIS › Jung Hoseok met you three months ago and in those three months, he realized, he liked you too much to not give a relationship a chance. If only he could confess... that would make things easier, wouldn't it? › masterlist + other gift ‹

» RATING › 18+ [M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T] » WARNING(S) › nothing but pure fluff, Hoseok struggling with his feelings toward the reader, kissing under the mistletoe, side vminkook (mentioned), kissing, and confessing. » PAIRING(S) › jung hoseok x f!reader » WORD(S) ›  1.7k+ » POST DATE › 12/28/2023 » A/N › Thank you @/saradika for the divider(s)! Happy Holiday @hobipaint! This is part one of your gift, the other half is a header/icon combo I'll send to you through a message. Anyway, hopefully, you like it ❤️ALSO I'M SO SORRY IT WAS SO LATE. I also have something I am going to send you through message if that's okay.

thank you for reading! & remember: you nice, keep going.❤️ › masterlist ‹

Hoseok observes how your face lights up at the ginormous Christmas tree in the middle of the plaza. Pointing at the star that brightens once the clock turns midnight, the Christmas lights dance off your face as your smile grows wider. In that moment, he would say he felt like he was in one of those God-awful hallmark movies. The one where it took the girl falling for someone else for him to realize he wanted to be with her. Or, you know, it taking him forever to realize how much you mean to him.

The setup was perfect (or unlucky). Whoever this Joshua guy was, he was an idiot. He should've acted sooner but it was too late. He knew about his crush on you but Hoseok was determined to make you see him too. That faithful day he saw you at the Plaza almost a month ago, he didn't realize how much of a part you would play in his life.

How much he would need you in his.

And as Hoseok watches the way you're excited about everything around you, he realizes how much he loves hanging out with you, in every sense of the word. You want to get smoothies? He's down. Need someone to go somewhere with you? Not a problem, he's down. He knew he was down bad when you talked about going to some book club and volunteered to go with you.

Even Jimin had picked up on his crush.

Can you blame him though? You’re beautiful, kind, sort of stand-offish (which he loves) but once he could break down your walls, it was game over for him.

Yeji warned him about breaking your heart but he knows, he would never do it on purpose. Not if he can prevent it.

Only now, it's getting to the telling you part. He doesn't know how he is going to do it, but he knows he has to. He has to ask you out before Joshua does. He knows he’s been eying for your attention but he doesn't know if you've even given him the time of day.

Hell, will you even reciprocate his feelings?

“Finally…” Jimin chuckles at his friend when he recognizes the look that crosses his face. He nudges Hoseok your way as you turn to look at both of them, confused. Your friends surround all of you as you squeeze through to try and get to him.

"Hey! I was looking for you. Where have you been?" You ask, a small pout on your lips that he wants to kiss away. It's so hard not to! Why did you have to be so cute? "The lights are already up..."

"It's okay," He chuckles. "There's always New Year."

"I guess you're right." You turn to look back and Yeji gives you a thumbs up but when you turn back, you realize he's staring at you. You wipe the side of your face and frown, “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“What? No.” Hoseok laughs the more worried you look. “No. It's nothing.”

“Can’t be. I’m not buying it.” You shake your head, brows furrow as you scan Hoseok's face. “Hobi. Seriously, what's wrong?”

He glances back at Jimin for help but only receives a smirk in return.

“I, um…” He tries to say but the words simply aren't working in his favor. He wants to confess. He wants to tell you how much he likes you and how much your friendship over these last couple of months has meant to him more than anything but his brain isn't computing.

Why isn't it working?!

He hates that this is where you're probably going to see how much of a wuss he is. He can't even tell the girl of dreams how much he cares about her. Witchcraft. That's what this is. Because he's never been this tongue-tied before.

What the hell are you doing to him?

“Hey Hoseok?” You shake his shoulder to catch his attention again as your brows furrow. “Are you alright?”

“Uh…” Hoseok waves his hands frantically before scratching at the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. Yes! It’s nothing. I'm going to go see if Jungkook wants to get some hot chocolate.”

“I’ll go-”

“No!” He dials back his enthusiasm as he closes his eyes and takes a breath. “It's fine. I think Jimin’s looking for you.”

You turn to see Jimin with his hand in Taehyung’s, pointing at the inflatable snowman hanging from the bars. As you are distracted, he takes his leave. his steps quick and hurried. He’s going to hate himself for doing that to you but he didn't know how else to get out of the situation.

It shouldn't be this hard to tell someone how they feel! What's wrong with him? 

“Hoseok?”

“Shit!” He jumps, glancing at his cousin before looking back to see you sitting on the edge of the fountain with Taehyung and Jimin consoling you.

He’s probably fucked up his chance.

“Why are you running, hyung?” Jungkook asks, leaving Yeji and Ryujin’s side to be by his. He glances in the general direction he’s looking in before responding, “What did you do?”

“Nothing!” Hoseok’s already upset with himself. He didn't need the others upset too. “Nothing, just… fuck, I just couldn't tell her.”

“Why not?”

“I don't know!”

Hoseok sits on the park bench with his head in his hands. He knows he needs to figure it out, but he can't. He's overwhelmed and doesn't know how to start. He feels a heaviness in his chest at the thought of Joshua beating him to confess and a sense of dread rises in his stomach. He feels like he's about to lose control.

He watches you walk away with Jimin and Taehyung, leaving him to stir in his thoughts.

Maybe he lost his chance.

"Hot Chocolate!" Jungkook sings and skips toward the building as Taehyung and Jimin follow behind their boyfriend. Everyone decided they wanted to go to Sweets 'n Treats for some hot chocolate. You wanted to head home, not really in a festive mood but you know Jungkook won't let you.

Neither is Jimin.

"You doing okay, honey?" Yeji sits down next to you with yours and her hot chocolate in hand. She hands you a cup with a pretty heart drawn on the top and a lid. You smile, thanking her for the thoughtful gesture and taking a sip. You both enjoy the warmth of the hot chocolate as it spreads through your body.

It makes you feel a bit better.

"I'm okay." You shrug. "Where's Ryujin?"

"With the boys. I told her I was going to talk to you."

"Oh." You chuckle, grabbing a couple of sugars to sprinkle into your chocolate. Yeji watches you frown. She knows you're trying not to bring the group down but you were also hoping Hoseok would have said something by now. You felt like all the signs were there. "Should I say something?"

"To Hobi?"

"Should I?" Yeji raises her hand to rest her chin on her knuckles in thought. She glances in the general direction he was in and notes how Hoseok's trying his best not to watch your every move. "I think you should follow your heart."

You feel a tug in your chest, and a warmth of approval radiating from Yeji.

"Go get your man girl!" She says, waving for Jungkook and Ryujin to come over.

You take a deep breath as you stand with your drink and head towards Hoseok. Your heart is pounding in your chest. You can feel the sweat in your palms (not from the hot chocolate). You tell yourself to act naturally, but you can't help the butterflies in your stomach.

You still force yourself to head his way. You know your friends are watching. They've been rooting for the two of you ever since they learned of your feelings for one another.

'You got this!' Yeji mouths before turning back to her conversation with Jimin as You take a sip of your drink, trying to calm your nerves.

"Hobi?" Voice as quiet as a whisper but you're sure he heard you because his smile is brighter the moment he sees you. "Hey."

"I'm sorry about earlier."

"What was that about anyway?" You try to play it off as a chuckle but you're curious why he ran away.

"Nerves I guess." That's an understatement, trying to keep your composure but you know exactly what he's feeling. "Can I tell you something?"

You nod but he doesn't look at you.

"I, um..." His grip tightens on the handle as he clears his throat. His voice is low and trembling.

"What's going on?"

He appears to be nervous and uncomfortable as if he's struggling to find the words to say. His eyes dart around the room as if looking for help before he speaks again.

"Hob-"

"I-I like you, ___!" He finally blurts out, leaving some of the patrons confused. He doesn't care. He's glad he's finally said it. "I like you a lot and I didn't know how to express that and then I was afraid of you rejecting me and-" He takes a deep breath and continues. "But I guess I knew I had to take a chance and tell you. I hope you feel the same way."

He stops rambling as his eyes widen and his heart pounds against his chest. He waits for a response, but you don't say anything, and his heart plummets. Dreading the worst.

Why weren't you saying anything?

Did you not feel anything?

"Y-You don't have to say anything! It's okay if you don't feel the same way. No pressure." He excuses himself but before he can get off the stool, you grab his arm to stop him.

"Wait." You look at him and grin. "I feel the same way. I felt the same way for a while now. I was hoping you said something first."

He's taken aback and smiles, before pulling you into a hug. You giggle, telling him not to be so rough but he can't help but squeal at the realization you feel the same way he does. He pulls back but hesitates when he glances down at your lips.

"Kiss me, Hobi." Your lips meet in a passionate kiss as he holds you in his arms and pulls you close. You feel your heart flutter the minute he pulls away and looks you in your eyes.

The moment is broken when you hear Jimin scream, "Finally!" as the rest of the group laughs.

"Yeah. Finally." Hoseok whispers as you look up to see what they're laughing at. You notice Jungkook behind you holding a mistletoe above your head.

"Really, Kook?"

"Yes!" Jungkook wiggles it above your head again and smiles. "It's tradition."

Hoseok leaned in to kiss your lips one last time as he couldn't believe he had the greatest gift this year.

Your love.

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[gokartkid]

we've been loving in silence

title prompt

brocedes im thinking normal-people esque.

like, lewis and nico are in a high school relationship, they've known each other for forever ever since they were kids, their parents are close, they've been on holidays together the whole deal but-- they're also childhood friends in that way where they fell apart somewhere in intermediate and early high school.

nico made different friends, lewis made different friends, they just stopped talking. they were never really friends at school either, they'd have a great time on the weekend but. again. they had separate groups

they start going out after they keep running into each other at parties in high school: they go off into quiet corners and end up talking for hours nursing warm beers and chatting about everything, nothing. one of these nights, someone leans forward -- dunno who, lewis or nico, and it doesn't really matter but they're kissing

they keep it secret and its painful. lewis doesn't want to be judged for dating nico (internalised homophobia and nico is just again. theyre part of different crowds. nico goes with it but its frustrating-- sometimes he just wants to talk to lewis at school but he knows he cant, they dont go anywhere in public together or if they do its not even fun because lewis is looking over his shoulder to see if theres anyone that they know.

they break up-- and its awful and messy and lewis tries to do it over the phone but nico is like you cant seriously be doing this i live 5 minutes away from you im coming over.

neither of them can even talk about it to anyone because again nobody KNEW (and people did know but they knew the vibe was. not tlaking about it, so they never brought it up. the secrecy never even mattered tragedy!) and its very licking your wounds why are you so moody and angry, ppl in their life being like. just TALK to us!

and then they just ignore it because they're going to different universities anyway (nico goes away, lewis stays near their hometown) except then nico transfers back because his dad has an illness and he wants to stay close to him. lewis hates bumping into him (he doesn't like who he used to be. he feels really bad for treating nico the way he did) but it comes off as him just hating nico.

nico is seeing someone who's-- just okay. lewis hates him. lewis also hates how okay his friends are with nico, and with the guy hes seeing (they were never homophobic, just normal guys. when nico comes to a party theyre at they back slap him say hey whats up ur back etc etc)

nico and the guy break up. long getting back together process -- theres a moment where lewis is like can we just be friends again. and then both of them are nervous about moving beyond that and possibly fucking it up again and then NEVER having each other in their lives

everyone around them can see whats going on but they cant moment. lewis thinks his parents r just being annoying asking after nico but they always knew and they care about lewis and they just want him to be happy etc. etc. (somewhere in here a rlly difficult coming out convo with his dad where theyre not making eye contact but in the end its all abt love)

and then yeah. they get back together and its the same but so different and theyre grown up!

#sorry. monster of an idea??????? #brocedes #asks

[ofstoriesandstardust]

day 5 - blue christmas - jake “hangman” seresin

a/n: this is part of the storm warning universe (which is actually a Rooster series). in the last part, i’ve referenced the Christmas Jake spent back in Texas, but the last part isn’t finished yet, so here’s this instead. this is pretty much all for @struggling-with-delia​ who’s been listening to me ramble about the storm warning universe since august unpaid

summary: Jake’s first Christmas back in Texas in over a decade. 

inspired by elvis presley’s “blue christmas”

12 days of ficmas | main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | storm warning masterlist

warnings: swearing, arguing, these two clumsily attempt to solve their problems, i had to look up if houses in texas have fireplaces

word count: 1,724

Elvis’ voice croons out through the speakers, Blue Christmas on repeat for the umpteenth time. You pull your door open, padding over to the staircase. 

"Jake, turn that crap off!” You shout, Bradley snickering over the phone. 

“No! It’s not my fault you’re uncultured!” Jake shouts back from somewhere in the living room by the sounds of it. “Hurry up and say goodbye to your boyfriend; we said we’d do this together.” 

“No, you said we’d do this together. I never agreed to anything of the sort!” 

“You’d never know the two of you spent years not speaking to each other from the bickering you do.” Bradley’s voice comes through the phone and you glance down, catching his shit-eating grin. 

“Shut up, you’re on thin ice Bradshaw.”

“C’mon, kid, I’m serious!” Jake yells, Elvis finally turning off as Jake picks something else off the Christmas playlist. You sigh as you begin to pad down the stairs. 

“Well, as much as I wish you were here, go have fun with your brother. I’ll pretend it’s not weird you’re putting Christmas decorations up two days before Christmas-”

“Jake insisted I wait for him-” You protest. 

“-Text me before you go to bed, okay?” Bradley says, interrupting you. 

“Yeah, will do.”

“Goodnight, I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

“I love you.” Jake mocks as you end the FaceTime call, sliding the phone into your back pocket. “Seriously, out of all my teammates, you picked Bradshaw?”

You take the box of ornaments he’s offering you as Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree starts to play in the background. “Firstly, I know you don’t hate him as much as you pretend to.” He rolls his eyes, shrugging. 

“It’s still Rooster.”

“And secondly-” You say, ignoring him. “You’re unfortunately not going to get your way and have me end up with Javy.” 

“I don’t actually want you dating my best friend.” 

“Your drunk texts about me having babies with him say otherwise.” You say under your breath but Jake catches it nonetheless. 

“That was one time!” He defends. 

A silence falls through the room, the only sound being the fireplace crackling and the Christmas music as you and Jake work silently to decorate the tree. He’s already pretty far through the boxes usually kept in the basement, the house offering a comfortable and warm feeling with the Christmas decor. 

“Hey, remember the Christmas parties Dad used to throw?”

“I’d rather not.”

“He always said we couldn’t call them holiday parties because the only true holiday was Christmas.” You shoot your brother a look and sigh. 

“Is every time we see each other from now until we die going to just be us revisiting our shitty childhood?” 

“We have nothing else to talk about!” 

“Then let’s not talk.” 

“Well, then what do you want to talk about?” 

“Why you decided to make me wait until the 23rd to put up Christmas decorations.”

“I wanted us to do it together!” 

“And it’s going so well. Let’s go back to the not talking.” You say, picking up another box of ornaments as Jake sighs, leaning up against the arm of the couch. 

“Kid, I’m trying.” You give him a glance, taking in his defeated stature. “I’m trying to be here and make up for everything you’re angry at me for. Cut me some slack, will ya?”

You sigh, turning back to the tree, fiddling with the ornament you’re holding as tears prick at your eyes. 

Jake had been trying. He’d been making a decent effort to call and to text and to keep you updated on his life in San Diego and to stay updated on yours, even if he got daily updates in the locker room from Bradley’s “non-stop gushing” (which had been Javy’s words). 

The bickering between the two of you was no different than any other set of siblings, except for the edge beneath words, years of unresolved anger still simmering just below the surface. 

And so yeah, maybe some of your anger was long past warranted, but sometimes your chest still ached with how much he’d missed. 

“Yeah. I know.” You say quietly after a beat of silence. “Sorry.” 

-

You’re not sure what Hallmark movie is playing in the background as you text Bradley, double tapping to love the photo he sent you of Ice and Mav. Jake flops down on the couch next to you, grabbing the remote. 

“Whatcha watching?”

“I have no idea.” You shift, showing the phone to your brother. “Look at the picture Bradley sent to me.” He smiles. 

“They really like you, you know?” 

You groan, leaning back. “They terrify me.”

“Oh, Ice is straight up terrifying, I’ll give you that. But technically Pops has adopted me as his own so I wouldn’t know anything about impressing him.” You huff, clicking the phone off as Jake flips through the channels.  “Seriously what is this crap kid?” Jake complains as he flicks back to the original channel. 

“I don’t know, some Hallmark movie.” 

“I’m turning it off.” 

“Be my guest, I wasn’t watching it.” The TV shuts off, going black as the two of you sit in the warm glow of the room.

“Bradshaw have a good Christmas?” 

You nod. “Sounds like it. Said he misses me.” 

Jake snorts. “Of course he does. Boy’s so enamored with you it’s kind of gross.” 

A silence settles in the room as you bite back your snarky remark that Jake’s just mad he’s single, choosing instead to pull the blanket off the back of the couch and curl under it. 

He sighs, catching your attention and you look over to him, watching his finger tap his beer bottle nervously. “We should talk kid.” 

You groan. “Jake, we’ve made it through the whole visit without killing each other, can we not?”

“No, I want to talk. I’ve let you have your space for the last few months, I’ve let you be angry, but I don’t want us to keep fighting and having things be like this. Let’s talk.” 

You sigh, sitting up, looking at him expectantly. You wave a hand, gesturing for him to continue. “Okay. Talk.” 

“How do we make it so that you’re not so angry at me all the time?” 

You shrug noncommittally in response. You didn’t really have an answer to that one. If you did, you would’ve done it by now, because the anger didn’t feel good anymore, just sour in your stomach. 

“Kid, I’m trying. I’m sorry. I don’t know how many more times I have to apologize before you forgive me. I want to be here; I want to make up for all he years I missed.”

“It’s not that easy Jake-”

“-I’m not asking you to let it all go swept under the rug but you gotta give me an inch and put a little trust in me that I want to do this.” 

“Yeah? And when the next new shiny part of your life comes along you’re going to have one foot out the door before I can breathe and you’ll be back out of my life.” 

“Is that what this is about? That you think I’m going to leave again?” 

You sigh, tossing the blanket off and standing up from the couch. “Jake-”

He cuts you as you try to walk into the kitchen, blocking the door. “No, you’re not running from this conversation. I want you to trust me. What is it going to take for you to trust me?”

“Jake, it’s Christmas, really let’s not ruin the holiday.”

“Kid.” His voice is firm, forcing you to look him in the eye. 

“Fine. Fine. You took off when I was fifteen. You weren’t there when I graduated high school or college or any big or small moment in my life. And I needed you, my brother. So yeah, sorry that I don’t trust that you’re not gonna take off again when that seems to be the only thing you know how to do.” 

You watch in real time as his shoulders deflate, a defeated look crossing your brother’s face. “Kid-” His voice is raw, a rarity for your usually calm brother, as he struggles to find his words. “I’m- I’m trying. I’m doing my best. I want to be here. I want to be the person you call when you and Bradshaw have a fight and when one of the horses get sick and when Emma sends you a meme you can’t stop laughing over. I want to be here, I want to make up for all the lost time. I want nothing more than to be your brother again, but I need you to trust me and I need you to forgive me. It doesn’t have to be tonight or God even the next few months but at some point-” He pauses, taking a ragged breath. “I don’t want to tell you to let it go but- please.” 

There’s little noise in the room with the exception of Jake’s heavy breathing as he looks at you with a desperate look you’ve never seen before. You open and close your mouth several times, unsure of what to say to him. Looking at him, so vulnerable and open, makes your chest ache, and half of you wants nothing more to just pull him into a hug. 

“Fuck kid, if I could- if I could take it all back I would. I never would’ve left you here, never would’ve stayed gone. It’s killed me every single day knowing that I did that but please- God I am trying so hard to make it right but I can’t do that if you don’t meet me halfway.” His voice is wet, tears forming in his eyes, and the breath is knocked out of your chest watching your older brother, your unshakeable, unmovable, stone-cold older brother, break down into fragments right in front of you. 

“Okay.” You whisper softly. “I- okay. I’ll try.” 

He swallows, hesitantly moving an arm out as to wrap you into a hug but he holds back. So you do what he’s asked of you, meeting him halfway and closing the gap, wrapping your arms around his sturdy frame. He’s quick to turn the hug, squeezing you. 

“I’ve missed you kid, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right, even if it takes a goddamn Christmas miracle.”

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[thatgordongirl]

I’m not even around my friend and still thinking about all the things she’s done that have worn me down over the years. Everything she does now seems to frustrate me twice as much, like being pushy about where we sit, or judgemental about me going to play cards in the library with the group and a person she doesn’t like for literally no reason. She’s rude and when some people who don’t want to save face with her point it out, she tries to make out like we’ve misinterpreted it. She can never really communicate what she means apparently, and deliberately belittled people by accident. She told the group while I was away that she doesn’t really care about any of us because of her past friendships.

she was mad I didn’t cheer loud enough when she got an award. She expected the whole class to be silent for while we watched a movie, which is kind of understandable but it was even people who were nowhere near her and wouldn’t hinder her watching. She gets made when people she doesn’t like sit near us, but she doesn’t know them or even remember their names, so how is she a good judge of their personality? She still blows up if I stay home, so I stopped telling her. All the things I like she doesn’t really take seriously. I had an uncultured childhood because I haven’t watched all the things she’s watched. I watched a whole series for her and she couldn’t get through one episode of mine without mildly insulting it.

all of the things I care about are secondary to the better stuff she has, that I should be participating in. She makes a big deal out of her birthday and tells us things to get but literally never buys anything for anyone else. She makes me feel mad the minute she walks in the room. Having her near me is sometimes such a tense feeling, I’m worried I’ll do the wrong thing or not give the right answer. I feel a bad but just her being somewhere automatically ruins it a little for me. It’s not like she’s never tried, but it’s few and far between. Her help or advice feels overshadowed by all these hurtful things she’s said that she doesn’t me. I feel like she picked up some manipulative behaviour from the past and feels so much that she’s always the victim she can’t see from others point of view.

I have to keep being around her, even if I cut her off, we are in mostly the same classes and always with each other. There’s nothing I can do, but I’m tired and I think she noticed that I’ve stopped messaging over holiday breaks

[satans-helper]

Reaching for Stardust - Part IV

Read Looking For Space here / RFS on wattpad / Playlists

Word Count: ~3400

Warnings: none <3

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Josh was spending the afternoon with his parents which worked out fine for me–I was determined to find the perfect birthday present for him, particularly considering he’d planned an entire trip on his own and was currently refusing to let me pay him back for any of it. But I also didn’t feel like being entirely on my own so I called upon Bev, who always proved herself to be helpful and discerning whenever I was struggling with the holiday and birthday gifts for my sweetheart. 

“So he really didn’t tell you any of this?” she asked while we browsed that same boutique I had found the iconic bull pendant in. “He just laid it all on you suddenly, like, ‘Surprise! Pack your bags, babe?’” 

I chuckled, gazing over the counters. I hadn’t been inside of the charming little boutique for quite some time but it looked the same as it had in my memory, full of sparkling jewelry, whimsical trinkets, incense, colorful fabrics and fantastical books and artwork. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. I knew I’d know when I saw the perfect thing. 

“Pretty much,” I told Bev, picking up a small silver box engraved with a wolf, its eyes made from tiny blue gemstones. 

“That seems so unlike him. Like, being spontaneous, sure. But you not being in on it?” Bev mused with a slight shake of her head as she trailed her fingers down a purple and gold scarf hanging from a rack. “Doesn’t sound like Josh. How’d he keep it to himself anyway?”

“Yeah, I don’t know,” I admitted. “He’s always excited to tell me anything. Seems weird that he’d keep this all a big secret until like, a week before it’s happening.” 

“Jesus,” Bev remarked softly. “And you’re still gonna buy him a gift? I’d be pissed.”

“I’m not pissed. I’m kind of nervous though,” I confessed. I looked away from her to the mass of wares the boutique offered, but nothing was jumping out at me. I wanted to find something that captured Josh as well as that bull pendant had, something that represented all of his love and light, something he could hold onto just the same. 

“Why?”

“Well, I told you about how he wants to get married before we buy a house, right?” I said, meandering over to the jewelry counters, looking down through the glass at the dizzying array of rings, necklaces, bracelets and brooches. “And when I brought it up again the other day, he was like, we should keep our options open and figure out where we wanna buy one. As if he’s not certain he doesn’t wanna stay here.”

“I mean, do you wanna stay here?” Bev inquired, peering down at the jewelry right alongside me. “Dual income, no kids. You guys could go anywhere.” 

“Okay, but our families are here. I like it here. Josh does, too.” None of the jewelry was catching my attention either so I moved on, stepping to the back of the shop where more sculptures and trinkets were positioned on shelves. “It’s news to me that he’s seriously thought about moving somewhere else.”

“Has he been seriously thinking about it or are you just assuming he has?”

I sighed. “Fine, maybe I’m assuming a little. But he’s been so resistant to it, now I’m wondering if he really has been wanting to live somewhere else. And I don’t know if I’m ready for that. Like, where would we even go?” 

“Detroit?”

“Yeah, that was my thought. I haven’t brought that up to him yet.”

“So start with that. But this trip to Savannah,” Bev said, raising her eyebrows at me. “Maybe you’ll fall in love with it and want to move there.”

“Doubt it. Besides, Josh wouldn’t. He’s such a woods and mountain boy, not a beach bum.”

“I’m sure there are woods there.”

“No mountains though.”

“And that’s a deal-breaker? We don’t even have mountains here.”

I laughed a little. “I’m aware! But if we moved somewhere, we should move somewhere that’s closer to mountains. At least we’ve got lots of woods and plains here.” 

“You better have this conversation with your boy soon,” Bev said. “But maybe wait until after the trip. Just enjoy it. I wish someone would surprise me with some place tickets.”

I bumped into her shoulder, smiling. “Someday I will.” 

“I’m counting on it.” 

With nothing worthwhile in the boutique, we set our sights elsewhere, deciding on taking a lunch break before figuring out the next stop. Bev was on her phone while I drove, searching for inspiration, expressing the same sentiment that I held in my own mind–we wouldn’t be finding anything special enough for Josh at a place like Walmart or something. 

“Hey, check this out,” Bev proclaimed, tapping the screen of her phone. “There’s an estate sale today on Bennett Street until 3. I bet there’ll be some neat stuff there.” 

The house itself was charming right at first glance. It was small but had a decently sized front yard, with dusky blue siding and an attached garage. The siding was weathered and worn, the white paint on the front door and the garage door was obviously in need of rejuvenation, and the yard was full of overgrown weeds and unkempt flower beds. But stepping inside, the interior was orderly and stable, nothing that needed to be gutted or even repaired from what I could see. Plastic folding tables were arranged in the empty space between the furniture that had all been pushed to the walls, and most of that was decorated with little neon circles depicting numbers, and covered in all the goods for sale. 

“Pretty much everything has to go,” said the woman who emerged from the kitchen, alerted by the sound of Bev shutting the door behind us. She was drying her hands on a kitchen towel as she approached the square table I had positioned myself in front of, then waved one hand over the surface. “I’d hang onto some of these smaller things if I could, but I think she’d actually prefer that some of them could go to better homes.”

I glanced at the walls, my eyes landing on a family photograph. “Was she–?”

“My mom.”

“I’m so sorry,” Bev and I said in near-unison.

“Thank you. She had a long life,” the woman said, then smiled down at the table. “And collected lots of nice things, clearly. Look around as much as you want. There’s lots of stuff in just about every room, furniture included.”

I felt a little crass about asking but did anyway: “I’m curious–is the house for sale, too?”

“It will be soon. I’m trying to get it as empty as I can before I start really making those arrangements. Are you looking?”

“Kind of. Keeping an eye open,” I said, looking around more closely at the open living area. Hardwood floors and lots of natural light were instantly appealing. 

“Mom kept the inside pretty nice. She loved taking care of her home,” the woman told me. “The outside, not so much. When she got older, she decided she’d rather let the yard do what it wanted and she wouldn’t hear any protest from me or my brother.”

“I like it,” I said. “Would make for a great gardening project.”

She smiled. “I think so, too. If you give me your contact information, I could call you when I put it on the market?”

“Really?” My heart skipped a beat at the mere idea of having an “in” like that. “That would be amazing.” She handed me a little notepad and pen and I wrote down my name and phone number, buzzing, fantasies of buying the house and making it into a little haven for Josh and I rippling through my mind.

“Wow, your mom had quite the jewelry collection,” Bev remarked and I followed her eyes down to the round table in front of her, covered in necklaces, bracelets and earrings. “Some of this stuff looks really nice.”

“She had kind of an eclectic taste,” the woman told us. “Never shied away from wearing whatever she wanted. But some of it’s not MY taste so, please, absolutely feel free to take some of this off my hands.”

One piece did catch my eye–a long rope chain of soft gold with what looked like a handmade gold star pendant hanging from it. Or maybe a sunburst–it was hard to tell. It looked like it could go either way, which I felt added to its mystique and charm. And even despite its relatively simple design, the gold itself was brilliant and shiny and the craft of it was impressive–each point of the star or sun was sharp and clean and the inner portion was rounded out with tiny blue, yellow and white crystals. I thought of one thing–Starshine.

I felt proud of and excited for my purchase, which had been folded into a spare tissue and squared away in my bag, and proud of the connection I’d made. A birthday gift for my beloved was one thing; the real possibility of a house together was an even bigger thing. I figured I’d save that news for a while though, at least until after Josh and I got back from our trip. If he could have some secrets, I could have some, too. 

“Happy?” Bev asked me, looking quite happy herself. She’d left the estate sale with some new–or rather, old–jewelry for herself, a vintage silk scarf and a pair of hardly worn black velvet pumps. 

“Very,” I said, patting my bag. “I think he’ll really like it.” 

“I think he will, too.” Bev sighed outside my car, her hand resting on the passenger door. “I wish I could go on that trip with you. I know it might seem super out of the blue and weird, but the more I think about it, the more I think it’s romantic and sweet.”

I clicked the unlock button on my car remote. “Yeah. It is romantic,” I tentatively agreed as I opened the driver’s side door and slid myself inside, waiting for Bev before I gave my final thoughts. “It still bugs me though. You know, that he didn’t just tell me.”

“Sometimes surprises are good,” Bev reassured me, looking down at all her new goodies in her lap.

“Yeah,” I echoed again, turning the engine over and the low rumble felt similar to the rumble in my chest, some brisk ache in my heart that I couldn’t explain. “Sometimes they are.”

–

After I dropped Bev off I found myself driving aimlessly, or so I thought for some time. When the song, the one Josh had played during one of the many nights when we were on our backs in cool grass looking up at the sky, came on shuffle, churning through my car speakers I felt an irresistible pull toward a familiar place. John Denver’s even, calm, tenor voice both soothed and alerted my heart as I drove, the familiar words of the song beckoning me back to where we’d really looked for space together. To where everything began. 

The barn looked as derelict as ever. Falling apart at the seams, so to speak, it sat at a slight angle, weathered to hell with whatever paint had once been on the wood almost entirely gone and what was left was so sun-damaged it was hard to tell what color it really had been. It was broken and splintered and looked so much harsher in the daylight than it did at night. At night, it looked almost soft and somewhat inviting in its gentle gloom, like it just wanted a friend or two to spend some time by it. The grass and weeds surrounding it, rippling over the acres, had gotten longer since Josh and I had last been there; some of it went nearly up to my chest as I walked along the faint path that still remained, finding my way to the main doors that were perpetually torn open. 

I peered inside, inspecting what else might look drastically different when not cloaked in darkness. Cobwebs and dust clung to every corner and surface; rusted equipment sat in broken heaps on the floor; old hay, the smell so much more potent in the afternoon heat, remained in hilly piles above and below and the broken roof with its varied slats and breaking points allowed the sunlight to stream in, almost creating a kaleidoscope in the dank dusk of the interior. 

But it was what remained outside the structure that really called to me. I went back out and stepped around the perimeter, quickly able to find the old tree trunk that felt so symbolic it hurt–it was complete permanence. No matter what had happened in this tree’s past, part of it had remained and would always remain. The roots undoubtedly went deep and hard into the earth, securing it there for life outside of a place that would weather away more and more with time until one day it would be almost nothing. And there, next to the tree stump, was the panel of wood with our initials carved into it. The “JK” was sharp and defined above the little plus symbol and my own initials and the sight made me smile though my heart swelled in my chest, which reminded me of what the whole experience was missing. 

When the song had played during my drive, I knew what I had been coming back to this place for. More than one thing, but one of those things was to complete that past moment–I retrieved the little pocket knife from my jeans and got to work, engraving a wonky but legible heart around our initials. When it was complete, I stepped back, pleased. Even when the final day of the barn’s life came, those etching would always remain in the wood. 

Josh was home when I returned and my heart did a flip when I saw his face again, still reeling from the nostalgia of that first and only love that had begun to blossom so long ago. I shut the door, dropped my bag, kicked off my shoes and surprised him from behind in the kitchen, gathering him up in my arms like he was one single star I could keep down on earth. 

“Oh, hey, darling,” he said, lifting one hand to pull an earbud out. “Didn’t hear you back there. How are you? How’s Bev?”

I rocked us both slightly back and forth, tightening my grasp. “Good. We did a little second-hand shopping. Got lunch. How’re your folks?” 

He took the second earbud out and slid them both into his pants pocket. “Good. They said they want us to bring back a tour guide of Savannah for them.”

“We should find some nice souvenirs for them, too.” I looked down at the counter in front of him, the cutting board laid out and covered with an array of vegetables. “Stir fry?”

“Exactly.” Josh wiggled back against me and I giggled. “But I can’t finish the job without my arms.”

“I can do it,” I told him, releasing my hold to move my arms in front of him, grabbing the knife with my right hand and a yellow bell pepper with my left. “You can make sure I’m doing it right.” 

Josh leaned back, his hair in my face; I moved my head to the side enough to see what I was doing so I didn’t cut myself and ruin dinner. “Doing just fine,” he remarked, then sighed. “Actually, watching you is sort of meditative.” 

“Really? That’s good. We all know you’re the better chef,” I said and Josh laughed a little; I could see his nose crinkling in the reflection of the window above the sink. I had to move slowly and methodically, carefully slicing the pepper before moving onto another, a green one. “Guess where I went after I dropped Bev off?”

“The moon?”

“If only. No, the barn. Our barn.”

Josh smiled in the clear glass beyond us. “Really? That’s so sweet. Or should I be hurt that you went without me?”

“Don’t be. I was thinking about you the whole time.” When it got to be time to actually get the pan ready, I pulled myself aside and let Josh get back to work, leaning against the counter as I watched him. “I found our initials again. I carved a heart around them.”

Josh turned, smiling all white teeth and pure joy so bright I wanted to eat him up. “Yeah? That’s even sweeter. How’d we forget to do that way back in the day?”

“I probably thought it was too cliche and you were probably too nice to fight me on that.”

“Sounds right,” Josh affirmed with a laugh, opening the fridge. “I love that you went back and added that. It’s only appropriate. I need to see it when we go there next.” I smiled at the thought–it had been a little while since we’d been there together. “And what did you get from your shopping adventure?” 

I pivoted over to the drawer with the spatulas and tongs. “Just one thing, actually, and it’s not for me.”

“You’ve got a surprise for me now?” Josh asked, holding a package of chicken. 

I thought of the necklace and the house but mostly the house, with all its charm and possibility. “Yeah, I do. But don’t get too excited,” I suggested, watching him return to the counter, tracing the contours of his face with my eyes. “It’s just something small.” 

“Small is good,” he said, nodding, and sliced through the plastic overlay of the chicken with a steak knife. “I’m small.”

“Small in size, but with a huge heart,” I countered, then sidled up to him so I could wrap my hand around his arm. “And with big muscles.” But really–Josh had always been a bit of a hard-body but now he was the epitome of one, so fit and strong that I doubted his lack of height was the first thing everyone noticed. It had to be everything else that at least some noticed–his dark eyes that held everything in such softness you couldn’t help but find yourself entranced and the dark, strong brows that framed them and that which I envied. The perfect nose, so straight and proportional that it wasn’t even fair, right down to his perfect mouth that enchanted me even further whenever he gave me one of his signature kitten smiles, tongue between his, yes, again, perfect teeth. Being familiar with the small things he did to maintain his beauty only made it more alluring and seemingly unachievable for others, myself included. There was the occasional plucking beneath the arch of his eyebrows, a casual skincare routine, a whitening toothpaste, lip balm. Nothing out of the ordinary, yet everything about him was extraordinary and I was sure everyone else could see it all the time. And as easy as it would be to fall into a pit of my own insecurities, Josh never made me feel less than. He never had. He reciprocated my starstruck and dreamy looks, staring into my eyes like he was looking into a golden sunrise, and still whenever he touched me, I felt sparks shimmer all across my skin.

“I need these muscles,” Josh told me, leaning into my own touch. He emphatically tapped the cutting board with the tip of the steak knife. “And this meal will help them grow. Do you wanna eat inside or outside?” 

I didn’t even fully register the question, too far gone watching every small movement of his body and continuously returning to gaze at his profile. “I really love you, Josh.” 

He turned to me, one of the kitten smiles spreading across his face. “Is that right? Even after all this time, you haven’t gotten sick of me?”

I shook my head, wrapping my arms around him. “Nope. Never have, never will.” 

Josh snuggled against me. “I love you too, darling. Always have, always will.” 

There’s a sentiment some people hold that is the more you say something, the less profound it becomes. I never felt like that with Josh no matter how many times we said those words.

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[sally-mun]

STORY TIME, GUYS

So over the holiday weekend (I think on Sunday) my mom and I were out doing a bunch of window shopping, largely just to celebrate that we’re fit to be around other humans again post-covid, and then we were going to grab some groceries and go home for the day. When we get to the grocery store, we see a car backing out of a space RIGHT up front, next to a cart corral. Whoo, score! I personally don’t really care where I park, but it’s better for my mom to be closer, so we go to take this car’s spot. As we’re approaching, though, we see that car then pull into another spot further back... Weird.

Well, it turns out that the car had backed out of the space we were going to take because the OTHER car in that space was literally stradling the line that separates cars forward/backward :| Like it wasn’t one of those times where a car pulled through just too short and their trunk was on our side, their BACK WHEELS were on our side. We realized this is exactly what the first car had gone through, so we too had to back out and look somewhere else.

Incidentally, we went around to the other side of the aisle and got a free spot directly on this shitty driver’s other side. I mentioned that I wished I could leave a note on the car’s windshield just saying the word “RUDE,” because this is so grossly inconsiderate, and my mom pointed out that there was in fact a pad of paper with a pencil in the backseat. So I did exactly what I said I would: I wrote “RUDE” in big letters and nothing else, and left it under the driver’s side wiper of that car. Because seriously, FUCKING RUDE, DUDE.

Anyway, as we’re gathering our shopping bags from the trunk, my mom and I note that our car is parked pretty crooked, so my mom decides to adjust it. She backs up and fixes it once, but I told her she was still a little off, so she does it a second time. As she’s exiting the car from this second adjustment, I realize that the rude driver is approaching his car. To exactly zero surprise, he’s exactly the entitled middle-aged white guy you’re thinking of right now, and he’s speaking very curtly into a cell phone as he approaches. At this point I’m DYING to see him react to getting called out (and anonymously, since he’d have no reason to think it’s from us), so I set the shopping bags on the tail of my mom’s car to straighten them up before we head into the store.

I see him get into his car straight away, apparently not noticing there’s a note on his window. For a second I think, oh my god, is he going to take off with it there and suddenly read it WHILE driving?? That would be funny, but sadly I wouldn’t get to see that. HOWEVER, a second later I see his door open up again and he very loudly says “WHAT THE FUCK?!” By now my mom and I don’t have any other excuse to linger and are walking past him to head into the store, and just as he’s leaving my periphery I see him snatch the note off the windshield, and then in a surprisingly whiny voice yelling “OH GOD BLESS IT!!” (because I guess he didn’t want to say something offensive after having already yelled the word “fuck”).

So my mom and I go in the store and we’re giggling about how satisfying it was, and we note how this guy had absolutely NO self-reflection in the matter. Like, it’d have been one thing if he’d noticed while approaching his car that his parking was way off, and been like, “Oh crap, I really beefed that,” and then when seeing the note took it in stride because, YEAH, that was pretty rude. Buuut no, this guy was just so pissed to have even BEEN called out. HOW DARE someone say, quietly and privately, that he’d done a rude thing!! We mused over how he was probably going to spin it when he told people about it later. Something something liberals, I’m guessing.

Anyway, we figured that was the end of the saga and just went about getting our groceries. We had a laugh over misreading a box, I saw a lady wearing an awesome dress and she let me take a picture of it, aaand every now and again I started laughing again over the rude driver. Just figured it’d be a nice little story for Tumblr, as I’m telling now.

WELL LITTLE DID WE KNOW, THE SAGA WAS NOT OVER. As we’re leaving with our cart, maybe 45 mins later or so, we see that our guy is STILL THERE -- and there’s a tow truck here now! Apparently after we’d gone inside he discovered in some way that his car wasn’t going to get him home. I don’t like promoting karma (I think it has an enormous moral blind spot), so shall we just say, this guy instantly got his comeuppance~ The guy was cranky and pouty and borderline tantrum-y with the tow driver, and I didn’t feel bad for him ONE BIT.

The thing is, I missed an opportunity to put a BEAUTIFUL bookend on the conclusion of this. After loading our groceries into the trunk, I went to put the cart in the cart corral, which as noted is on the other side of this dude’s car. Naturally, he’s standing DIRECTLY in front of where the large carts are meant to go, so I approach him and say “excuse me,” as I would with anyone. The guy completely ignores that I’m even there, and is still just scowling at the tow driver with his arms folded. (Note that the tow driver is BEHIND me in this situation, so he’s definitely facing me and knows I’m standing 2 feet away.) I say again, louder, “EXCUSE ME,” and he finally glances briefly at me and takes one (1) step forward, aka only half unblocking the corral. At this point I’ve had enough of this guy and just push my cart forward anyway, colliding with his ass and leaving him feeling even more like he’s the victim of the day.

But what I should’ve done was just locked eyes with him and said, “RUDE.” And then driven into the sunset while the guy’s head slowly caved in.

#again I know I normally don't share personal stories here #but this was TOO GOOD to not share laskjdflaksel

[drabbles-mc]

Tagging Along: A Tagging Out Christmas Special

OC Diego Ramírez x F!Reader

A fun filler episode in the greater Tagging Out universe! 🎄

Warnings: alcohol, little itty bitty bit of angst, language, smoking, holiday feels

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: Does this really have anything to do with the rest of the Tagging Out storyline?? Not at all! But I love Diego and wanted to write a Christmas fic with him and Reader so here we are. I have a lot more family content for the actual fic, but this opportunity for a fun little one-off was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Hope you enjoy!

Narcos/Diegoverse Taglist: @ashlingnarcos @narcolini @garbinge @nessamc @mysun-n-stars (If you want to be tagged in future Diegoverse fics please let me know!)

You knew that him making it back home before mass was going to be a long shot. He knew it too, which was why he’d brought his change of clothes with him to work that day. He swore up and down to you that even if he got stuck working late, he would find a way to leave and go to mass.

You’d laughed over coffee that morning as you told him, “If you miss it, it’s not me you’ll have to answer to.”

He rolled his eyes with a smile as he put his coffee mug in the sink. “There is a long list of things God is going to want me to answer for before we reach missing one midnight mass.”

“Your abuela will get you before God does.”

His eyes widened but he laughed. “That’s true. Don’t worry,” he walked over and kissed the side of your head, “I’ll be there.”

You called after him as he walked down the hall towards his bedroom to get changed, “If you’re not home in time, I’ll come back and pick you up! I’m not showing up without the family favorite.”

He came stumbling back down the hall shortly after, buttoning up the shirt of his fatigues. “Please don’t call me that in front of them.” He’d tried his best to sound annoyed but there was still a smile tugging at his lips.

You hummed in amusement. “I’m sure your brother will take care of that for me.”

Diego pulled his boots on, quickly lacing them up before disappearing back towards his room. When he reemerged again, he had a few articles of clothing draped over his arm. You smiled at the sight of his dress slacks. You could remember exactly one occasion when he wore them in all the time you’d known him. It was nice to see that he took it so seriously, for his grandmother if nothing else. Church hadn’t really been your thing in a long time but you knew that the invite to midnight mass for Christmas was a big deal. You respected that.

“I’m gonna head out.” He stuffed his wallet and keys into his pockets. “Come by and see me before you leave later?”

You nodded. “Sounds good.”

“Perfect.” He smiled as he leaned in and kissed you on the lips. “Drive safe.”

You reached up and cupped his cheek for a moment, your thumb brushing along where he’d just shaven the stubble away. “You too.”

When you’d stopped by his floor on your way out for the day, you knew the second that you got off the elevator that he wasn’t going to be leaving with you. He, Steve, and Javier were all up to their elbows in files and photographs. You just hoped it meant that they were getting somewhere.

Your heels clicked lightly against the floor as you walked up to his desk. The focus in the room was palpable. It must’ve been more intense than usual for none of them to notice someone walking into their section of the office.

After giving it a few seconds, you finally drummed your fingers on the edge of Diego's desk to get his attention. He whipped his head up, eyes wide, his expression only softening when he realized that it was you. He smiled, but you could see a bit of tiredness in it.

“Hey.”

You smiled. “Hey. How is,” you gestured vaguely to the papers on his desk, “everything?”

He sighed, dragging his hands down his face. “Spent most of the day trying to figure out the answer to that question.”

“Hmm,” you nodded, soaking up what he was saying. “So should I plan to come back and pick you up for mass, then?”

He gave an apologetic smile, not that he really had anything to be sorry for. “Probably.”

You chuckled softly as you reached across the desk and gave his hand the quickest, tiniest squeeze. “Call me if anything changes, okay?”

He nodded. “I will.”

The two of you exchanged a quick goodbye before you turned and started heading back towards the elevator. When you stepped inside and turned back around to face the expanse of the floor again, you saw that Diego was already buried back into his work. The other two members of his team, on the other hand, were both looking at you. You offered a weak smile as the doors were closing, not sure what else to do. It would take a Christmas miracle to bring you all back to a state of normalcy at this point.

The evening slipped away, and the phone in your apartment never rang. So you got yourself ready, picking out a simple but nice dress to wear before getting your hair and makeup in order. You pulled on a different pair of heels than the ones you’d worn to work before finally grabbing your keys and purse and heading out the door.

Now you were parking at the front of the lot, and you noticed that Diego's car wasn’t the only one still parked there. He wasn’t the only one working as late as possible on Christmas Eve. You cut the ignition of your car, opening the door so you could step out into the fresh night air. It was so different than Christmas back home, where you would be bundled up in boots and a parka to go with your hat and gloves. Not that you would be going to a Christmas Eve mass if you were back home to begin with, but still. It was different, but it was good.

Before you could get too lost in your thoughts, you saw the main door of the building swing open. You looked over, hoping and assuming it was Diego. Your stomach knotted when you saw that it was Javi. You couldn’t remember the last time the two of you had a conversation. As if your nerves for the night weren’t ramped up enough.

He was sparking up a cigarette as he crossed over into the parking lot. You knew that he saw you—you were the only person out at this hour. You wouldn’t put it past him to just walk right by you and to his car, though. You readied yourself for that.

When he stopped in front of you, you couldn’t hide your surprise. He exhaled a puff of smoke. “Choir boy is on his way down.”

You chuckled, still a little nervous but not as much as before. “Just because he goes to church on Christmas doesn’t mean he’s a choir boy, Javi.”

He looked you up and down. “Roped you into it?”

“I wasn’t roped, but yes, I’m going.” You paused. “Steve still here too?”

Javi shook his head. “We sent him home. He’s got the kid and Connie.”

You found yourself smiling at that. “That’s true.” You watched as he tapped ashes off the end of his cigarette. “No midnight mass for you?”

He laughed, the first real, positive thing you’d gotten out of him in months. “Not a chance.”

You wanted to ask if he at least had someone to spend the day with tomorrow. No one should have to spend the holidays alone, especially someone like Javi who was half a world away from everything and everyone he’d known. It wasn’t your place to ask, though. You knew that. Silently, you just hoped that he would spend it with Steve and Connie.

You both turned and looked when the door opened again. You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face at the sight of Diego in his crisp dress shirt and slacks. Javi took it as his cue to leave, not ready yet to be in a conversation with both of you at the same time.

“Don’t let the holy water burn you,” he joked as he snubbed out his cigarette with the bottom of his shoe.

You chuckled. “I’ll try not to.” You paused, knowing that this would’ve been the point when you hugged him goodbye if it had been a few months ago. But it wasn’t. “Merry Christmas, Javi.”

He nodded as he fished his keys from the pocket of his jacket. “Merry Christmas.”

By the time that Diego got to you, Javi was already in his car. The tension melted out of you the second that Diego's hand landed on your hip. He leaned in, kissing you softly on the lips as your hands came to rest on his shoulders.

Pulling his lips off of yours, he stepped back to look at you once more. “You look beautiful.”

You beamed, butterflies in your stomach like it was your first date all over again. “You don’t clean up so bad either.” You toyed with the top button of his shirt. “How far back did you have to dig in your closet to find this?”

He laughed and shook his head. “Completely forgot I had it.” He paused. “You still wanna go?”

You smiled. “Even if I didn’t, it’s a little too late to back out now, right?”

He shrugged, a lopsided grin on his face. “Maybe.”

“Come on,” you lightly patted his chest, “I’ll drive.”

There was a protest on the tip of his tongue but you were pulling the driver’s door and sliding in before he could voice it. He just chuckled and shook his head, deciding not to push his luck as he walked around to the other side of the car to get in.

You waited for him to buckle himself in before grabbing the small thermos of coffee that you’d made for him. Pulling it out of the cupholder, you handed it over to him. He gave you a relieved smile as he took it from you. He’d been more than ready to power through without it, but he wasn’t going to turn it down.

“Thank you.” He hardly got the words out before taking a sip. He looked over at you. “Sorry you had to come all the way back.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine.” You paused, drumming your fingers for a moment as you gauged whether or not you wanted to ask the question. “Rough day?”

He shrugged. “Long.” He took another sip of his coffee, not really looking at anything in particular.

Even from the brief glance you stole, you could tell by the look on his face that he was debating whether or not he wanted to tell you something. “What happened?”

He let out a small, quiet sigh. “Search Bloc came by.”

Your heart sank a little. “Real long day.”

He nodded. “Yea. But it’s done now, though.”

Maybe if the two of you had been heading back to his apartment instead of church with his family he’d want to talk about it. Maybe if it wasn’t Christmas Eve. Maybe if it wasn’t a harsh reminder of everything he'd been building himself back up from he’d have more energy to say something. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

You switched tracks of conversation as you got closer to your destination. “You’re sure she won’t mind that I’m tagging along?”

He smiled over at you, and suddenly the rest of it didn’t matter. “If I showed up without you at this point, she’d send me away to go and get you.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh. “I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration.”

“When I stopped by a couple weeks ago to drop some things off for her, the first thing she asked was where you were.”

That was heart-warming—there was no denying that. It wasn’t as though she had ever put you in the position to feel like she didn’t like you—she didn’t seem the type to be like that with much of anyone. But there was still a small sense of victory in the fact that she asked about you when you weren’t around.

“Can I tell you something?” you asked after the lull in conversation had gone on for a bit.

The humor in his voice was audible as he said, “Shoot.”

“I’ve never been to a midnight mass before.”

He chuckled, and you could feel him looking at you. “Are you worried you’re going to catch on fire walking through the doors?”

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Nothing that dramatic, no.”

“Worried my abuela will be able to tell?” he asked with a small smirk after studying your face.

You glanced over at him for a moment. “She’ll know, won’t she?”

He laughed. “She won’t care. I’m her favorite and my church clothes were at the back of my closet, remember?”

“So you do admit that you’re the favorite,” you shot back with a tiny laugh.

His smile grew before he took another sip of coffee. He didn’t say anything though, just shaking his head at you instead. He set his mug of coffee back into the cupholder, reaching over and resting his hand on your shoulder instead. It was more obvious in such close quarters, but even across crowded rooms there was something about the way Diego looked at you that resulted in you feeling it every single time. The smile on your face stretched a little wider as you forced yourself to keep your eyes on the road.

When you rounded the street corner onto the block where the church was, your eyes popped wide open. There were so many cars, so many people all shuffling towards the church. It wasn’t like nights in Colombia were ever quiet, but this was a different type of busy. You hadn’t seen this before, hadn’t been expecting it.

“Holy shit,” you said quietly as you tried not to laugh in surprise.

“Something like that, yea,” Diego chuckled as he leaned forward in his seat, looking for a somewhat safe and decent place to park the car. He pointed down the block. “Might have to walk a little bit.”

You laughed, nodding. “Apparently.”

The church was packed. For a brief moment the thought crossed your mind that you wouldn’t be able to find Diego’s family in the ocean of people packing themselves into the pews. Without even thinking about it, you reached out and grabbed onto Diego’s hand, determined not to lose him in the shuffle. He gave you a light squeeze, tugging you in the opposite direction that you were heading. You turned to look where he was pulling you, and relief washed over you when you caught sight of Diego’s brother first, then the rest of his family.

The two of you somehow managed to weasel your way through all of the people and land next to his family. You chuckled quietly to yourself at how enthusiastically Diego’s grandmother slid past the other members of their family who were already sitting in the pew so that she could hug him. You were beaming at the whole interaction, the way that she greeted him to enthusiastically as though she hadn’t seen him the week before. He took it in stride, and you knew that he enjoyed it more than he would probably admit to.

Then her attention was on you, all warm smiles as she pulled you in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek as well. She held lightly onto both of your arms as she looked you up and down. She’d only ever seen you dressed down for casual afternoons and dinners at her house. This was a whole new look on you, and you were still uncertain if you had picked the right outfit for the occasion. It’d been too long since the last time you crossed the threshold of a church.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she said simply with a nod and a smile.

You relaxed, knowing that she meant every word. “Me too.”

Neither you nor Diego had time to really greet the rest of his family as a hush fell over the church and mass started. Growing up you’d been to church. Your family wasn’t the type to show up every Sunday per se, but you went often enough. It was different here, but you were still able to keep up alright. You made quick work of translating the few prayers you still had committed to memory, but the rest of it felt like you were hearing it all for the first time. It was beautiful. The energy in the room was unlike anything else. All those mornings standing, sitting, kneeling in pews back home didn’t feel quite like this. It was the holiday, and the time, and the company. It was all different, but it was all good.

You were so wrapped up in all of it, that you didn’t realize how quickly the service flew by. That wasn’t typically a feeling that you had when you went in the past. It was a welcome change. You completely understood Diego’s family’s adherence to the tradition. Like Diego said—he hadn’t worn his church clothes probably since last Christmas, maybe Easter, but he still made a point to show up. He could put the blame on his abuela’s strictness all he wanted, but you could see the shift in him as he stood next to you. There was something there. It was there because of all the work his grandmother put into raising him, no doubt, but still. It sent a fresh wave of warmth through your chest.

When the service was over, and everyone started to make their way out of the church, you noticed that Diego’s family was in no great rush to leave. His sister had one very sleepy child propped on her hip, one standing leaning against her husband’s leg halfway to falling asleep as well. But no one left yet. It was the first chance all night that the rest of his family actually got to talk to the two of you. Diego easily draped his arm over your shoulders as you all stood there talking, and you leaned into him as you spoke, catching everyone up on what little had changed in your lives since the last time you saw them.

“Every year,” Diego’s brother said with a laugh, “I wait for Diego to catch fire when he walks through the doors for midnight mass.”

You were trying to stifle your laughter as their abuela swatted his chest. “Stop that, mijo.” She shook her head. “You know better.”

He pulled their grandmother into a hug, and you could see that she was trying hard not to break her annoyed façade. He kissed the top of her head. “C’mon, ‘buela. I love him. Ya tu sabes.” He flashed a cheesy grin and for a split second he and Diego could’ve been twins instead of brothers. “Me quieres.”

She gently patted the spot on his chest where she had swatted him only seconds before. “Te quiero.” She paused, pointing a finger at him accusingly. “But you’re lucky it’s Christmas and that we’re in—”

All three of the siblings finished the sentence in near-perfect unison, “La casa de díos.”

You had to laugh at that. “Sounds like you’ve all heard that one before.”

“Yea,” Lía spoke up as she adjusted the hold she had on her daughter, “because every year one of these two acts up during mass. Diego was only on his best behavior this year because you’re here.” She had to laugh at her brothers.

“In our defense,” Diego spoke up, “it was never during mass.”

“Yea,” his brother joked, “because we knew that we’d get our asses beat when we get home.”

“Basta!” both Lía and their grandmother admonished him in unison.

Diego leaned down, pretending to whisper in your ear even though everyone could easily hear him. “As you can see, it usually wasn’t me causing the problems.”

Lía shook her head at both of them before looking back to you again. “Sorry for them. I’d leave them home every year if abuela would let me.”

“But I won’t,” she spoke up, a proud smile on her face. She looked around, and once she saw that most of the crowd had dissipated, she motioned towards the door. “Let’s go. The kids are exhausted.”

“The kids?” Diego joked, “What about the rest of us?”

She simply shook her head at him once again before shooing him towards the end of the pew. Diego followed the wordless direction without a fight, stepping and effectively putting you between him and his grandmother as you all shuffled towards the main aisle of the church.

When you were all on the front steps of the church, Diego pulled you close again. You looked over at him but you saw that he was already back in a conversation with his sister, the action so second-nature to him now that he didn’t even realize that he was doing it. You looped your arm around his waist and tuned into what they were talking about.

“We’re all staying over for the night and doing breakfast in the morning,” she said with a smile, “so if you guys want to come by tomorrow, you can. I’m sure she’s going to have plenty of food.”

The idea of spending Christmas Day with the rest of Diego’s family was nice. You were sure that all of the cousins and aunts and uncles would be there too even if they weren’t with you tonight. For the last few weeks you’d been battling it out with homesickness, and maybe spending time with his whole family and all of the antics that they caused would soothe that a bit.

“That sounds nice,” you chimed in with a nod before glancing up at Diego. “What do you think?”

He beamed at you. It hadn’t been something that he was going to try and talk you into, but if you wanted to go, he certainly wasn’t going to tell you no. “I think it sounds like a plan.”

The cheer was impossible to miss in his grandmother’s voice as she said, “Perfect!” She pulled each of you back in for a hug and a kiss before finally getting around to saying goodbye. She patted Diego's arm gently. “Cuidate, mijo. Hasta mañana.”

He gave her a warm smile and a nod. “Hasta mañana.”

The goodbyes you both exchanged with his siblings were much quicker, knowing that there were only a few hours to go until you’d all be together again. You watched on in adoration as Diego pressed kisses to the foreheads of his very sleepy nieces. No doubt they wouldn’t be nearly as tired tomorrow when the Christmas festivities that didn’t involve sitting in a pew were in full swing. You had to admit, though , the two girls did very well during mass. Better than you would’ve at their age.

You found yourself glued back to Diego’s side as the two of you watched the entire entourage head down the street in the opposite direction from where you were parked to get to their own cars. You could feel it as Diego’s body started to relax against yours, like his body knew that the day was finally starting to wind down.

“What do you think?” you asked as you looked at him. “Ready to go?”

He pulled you in the direction of your car. “Yes, please.”

You laughed as the two of you started the trek back to your car. Even through the fabric of your dress, you felt the way his fingers traced along your skin. You soaked it up without comment as the two of you strolled, taking in the sight of all the lights and decorations as you walked. It reminded you enough of home to bring you comfort, even if things weren’t exactly the same.

“My place?” you asked as you unlocked the car.

Diego nodded as he pulled his door open. “I’d like that.”

You were both buckling in when you said, “And we can grab your car on our way back from your abuela's tomorrow?”

He leaned back so his head was against the headrest, eyes already halfway to closing. There was still a smile on his face though as he told you, “That works.”

You were expecting to hear him snoring before you reached your apartment building, but he wasn’t. He couldn’t have been fully awake, but he wasn’t passed out either. You stole glances over at him while you drove, smiling to yourself each time. Even in his sleepy daze he still reached over to keep his hand on your leg while you drove.

Even while you were unlocking the door to your apartment, it was hard to believe that he wasn’t asleep. He stood behind you while you dug around your purse for your keys. His arms were draped around your waist, his chin hooked over your shoulder. You wouldn’t mind standing like that for a while, but you knew the long day he’d had.

Diego maneuvered through your apartment with relative ease despite the fact that the two of you spent a vast majority of time over at his place. Your place was bigger, nicer, but when you and Diego first started seeing each other, you always opted to go over to his place just so that the past wouldn’t be lingering around so much. His tiny little apartment was a clean slate in a way yours wouldn’t be. The two of you were far past that now, but the routine of staying at his place never went away. You didn’t mind it.

You were putting your dress back up on its hanger when Diego walked into your bedroom. You chuckled at the way he was peeling clothes off as he walked through your room and around to his side of the bed. He always left a trail of clothes in his wake no matter where he was. Every time it got a chuckle out of you. It was a habit that would drive you nuts if part of his morning routine wasn’t gathering them all up again.

“Tell me about Christmas Day with your family,” you said in a whisper as you both laid under the covers together.

His eyes were closed but he smiled and let out a quiet hum of approval at your request. “It’s loud,” he murmured with a laugh. He listened to the way you giggled softly at that before pulling you a little closer and continuing. “Lía and Carlos pretty much always stay over with the girls. Roberto doesn’t, but he always comes over first thing for breakfast. Sometimes my aunts and uncles make it that early, other times they don’t. Then usually we wait until the rest of the cousins and the kids get there before doing presents. Then it’s all hands on deck for more cooking. The rest of the day is pretty much just the kids playing, and the adults supervising. Abuela never stops moving until everyone leaves at the end of the day.”

“What about you?” you asked, “Do you usually stay over with your sister and the kids?”

He shrugged. “Sometimes.”

“Did I break tradition by dragging you back to my place?”

He huffed out a laugh before kissing you on the forehead. “You’re fine. They’re glad I have other places to be. Besides,” he gave you a light squeeze, “it means I won’t be in the kitchen while Lía and abuela are trying to make breakfast.”

You laughed. “Least I’m doing them a favor.” You paused as you thought about everything he just said. “That sounds nice.”

His voice was raspy, and you knew he was going to fall asleep soon. Still, though, he asked, “What about your family?”

A sad smile crept across your face, homesickness settling over you again. You took advantage of his exhaustion and said, “I’ll tell you about it in the morning. Get some sleep.”

He didn’t argue, instead just silently pulling you closer so that your head was tucked against his chest. He wrapped his body around yours like a coil before finally succumbing to sleep. You smiled as you rested against him, heart a little lighter as warmth from his skin bled over into yours.

When you woke up the next morning, you woke to the sound of your bedroom door creaming open. Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you looked over to see Diego walking in with two mugs of coffee. He looked awfully awake and alert for someone who had had such a long day and night before.

“Merry Christmas,” he said with a smile as he handed you one of the mugs.

You laughed, still sleepy as you accepted it and took a sip. “Merry Christmas.”

The two of you weren’t in any great hurry as you finished your coffees and slowly started getting dressed and ready for the day. You based your outfit off of Diego’s, not wanting to over or under dress. He didn’t dress as nicely as he had for mass the night before, but he still cleaned up a little more than when the two of you would go over to hang out on the weekend. You picked a more casual dress, something nice but not over the top. You tried to ignore Diego's spectating as you did your hair and makeup, knowing that it was the only way you’d be able to stay at all focused.

“Can we make one stop on the way?” he asked as the two of you made your way down the steps of your apartment building.

You nodded. “Of course.”

You had to laugh when the one stop turned out to be the liquor store. He came back out with a few bottles ranging from whiskey to white wine. He shrugged as he set the bags on the floor by his feet. “Easiest way to shop for all the grown-ups.”

You chuckled and shook your head. “You guys are something else.”

“Don’t worry,” he said with a laugh, “we all share.”

You looked over at him as you continued down the road, unable to wipe the grin off your face. “That what you meant by supervising then?”

He laughed again. “Someone's gotta do it.”

When you got to his grandmother’s house, you quickly realized that you weren’t the first ones to arrive. You weren’t late, but you weren’t first. There were already a few cars parked out front. You pulled up behind one and threw your car in park. Once you cut the ignition, you looked over at Diego and smiled as you watched him looking through the bags by his feet.

“You get stuff for the kids too?” you said, half-joking.

His reply came effortlessly. “Dropped their stuff off a couple weeks ago.”

You couldn’t stop yourself as you reached over and rested your hand against his back. You waited for him to look at you before saying, “Thank you.”

He shook his head, a smile on his face. “Nothing to thank me for.”

You nodded towards the house, and you could’ve sworn that you could already feel the energy and warmth radiating off of it. “Thank you for letting me be part of this.”

He leaned over the console and kissed you on the lips. “Of course you’re part of this—it’s family.” He pulled on the handle and pushed the door open with his foot, getting out of the car without another word.

You sat still for a moment and soaked up the weight of what he’d said, and the way that he had said it so effortlessly. It only took a second for a wide smile to break out across your face before you got out of the car as well.

The two of you walked up to the front door of the house, Diego’s arms full from the bags of bottles he was carrying. You were laughing and shaking your head at him as you reached to open the door for him. Before your hand even wrapped around the handle, though, you could hear the laughter and the music coming from inside. You weren’t even across the threshold yet, but as you listened and looked at Diego, you couldn’t help but think that for the first time in a long time, you felt like you’d finally come home for the holidays.

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[thessalian]

Thess vs An Aggravating Day

I don’t know what the hell is wrong with the equipment the techs are using to dictate their reports, but fucking hell they need to either replace it or learn to use it properly because I swear, every single day I have to send an email to at least two people going, “Sorry, your dictation cut off somewhere; please advise”. Some don’t end up having any dictation at all - well, not reports, anyway. They dictate all the stuff I can type from the request form, and the pot label, and then ... nothing else. I think they’re in too much of a hurry to take any kind of care, because when it’s not that, it’s forgetting some presumably important bits of reporting. I can hear the difference between “dictation cut off” and “I just forgot to give a measurement or the inking protocol used”. Either way, it’s a daily thing - I will have to email various people and find the politest ways possible of saying, “You fucked up”.

I manage, but one day I just want to turn around to them and yell. To tell them to please check that things are on before they begin to speak. To tell me that there are tissue fragments in the main body of the text, and not just cram that information into the block key, because I have to backtrack to add that shit to the body of the report and it’s driving me up the fucking wall. To please read out digits if dealing with numbers that are phonetically similar to other numbers, particularly when spoken too fast and/or in certain accents (mostly the teens, since “thirteen” can sound like “thirty” if rushed, for example). And to for fuck’s sake stop reading the lab number for every single pot. I know it’s written on there somewhere, but no one else does it and no one has called me out on not typing it so all it does is slow everything down.

I swear, if I could find a way of providing the techs a “Admin’s Guide To Better Dictation” booklet that wouldn’t make me look like a problematic employee? I’d do it.

Also apparently I have to go into the office tomorrow because we’ve got a lot of absences due to illness. There’s just one problem - I agreed to this without checking the bus strike schedule. And yeah, bus strike in my area. Now, my normal bus is running, but unfortunately it shares a route with several buses that aren’t. This means that the people who can’t take those buses will be on mine, which will mean significantly overcrowded buses. Getting to work is going to be bad. Getting home is going to be worse. It’ll probably have to be the Overground--

Hang on.

*checks a thing*

Oh fuck; there’s also a rail strike tomorrow. I don’t know what it’s going to look like tomorrow but I know it’s going to be painful for me. Like, excruciatingly. The Overground, which was my primary option at least for getting home, is going to take a lot of the run-off from the rail network. I was and still am debating emailing Scruffman and at least giving him the heads-up that I might have some issues getting in, but I know he wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t seriously needed. I guess I’ll see how it goes, but ... look, I may seem like I’m catastrophising this, but I actually did a test run on my regular bus out of my neighbourhood over the holidays while the other buses were on strike. On an actual holiday, when there’s generally plenty of space on the bus, it was not only standing room only but the feeling of being a sardine in a tin.

Today was an aggravating day. Tomorrow is going to be a horror show.

#Thess has a day job #Thess has a commute #At least tomorrow

[sussyside]

My brother told me my eyes look kinda dead

Nothing happened today. I was legit goofing around with my friend and him an hour be4 he said that.

Yknow, im very good at acting like everything is fine. Just so yknow, dissociation is the key. I think me being surprised is oso something I unconsciously told myself to be cuz I have no idea how he managed to spot that. Like sure I have all these issues over here but today I’m completely fine. Like how can my eyes look dead when I’m genuinely don’t feel depressed today. It’s been a week since. I alr make sure I don’t look fatigued or depressed anymore like just how?

On one side ye sure it’s obvious cuz my mental health has never been cool for a few yrs now. But on the other hand, it’s not abt the fact I wanted to hide it, it’s more of I genuinely feel happy why would he said my eyes look tired and dead. We legit abt to go on holiday to one of my fav place in the world I’m genuinely excited to go there. How can I be depressed over it.

My mental health often has this kind of relapses like this since I started high school. Just every 3-6 months, I would went into a period of being insanely depressed. Probably cuz school, who knows. The thing here is I hallucinated stuff with it. Voices often come up in my head when I was sleeping. I’m pretty used to having voices in my head cuz ADHD so it’s just my voice. But during these periods other ppl’s voices it is. The 1st time was a slowly builds up of many different screams of both men and women just right at my ears with a stinging continuous wooden table knock. They said something but I forgot. The 2nd time a women voice just chanting bullshits at me. The 3rd time, just a month ago, my cousin's voice and my teachers voices, all at them scream at me to burn to death. twice in a single night. I'm not suicidal actually, or do I? Rn I'm sure I'm not tho.

I used to suspect that I have psychosis man. Or even worse, schizophrenia. I talked to my school counselor abt it and she said ppl with psychosis most of the time they are not aware of their delusion. Well, I'm clearly aware of my hallucination so I put that thought aside pretty quick.I never told her abt my thoughts abt schizo tho.

I often write abt what i feel at the present somewhere online cuz my memory is very not good. I think there is still texts of me talking abt my 1st hallucination somewhere with details.

Ik the internet is not somewhere so u can self-diagnosed. So you guys can treat this as just me sharing my rambles abt what im thinking cuz truly, idk where can I talk abt it man. What i feel is never seems to be taken seriously with insightful thoughts irl so here i am.

#mental health #ranting #sorry for the rant #rant post #personal rant

[heartkyeom]

we don't know that we know each other au

joshua hong x gender neutral reader

warnings: some light nsfw content at the beginning

notes: based on a very long au prompt I found and I thought it would be fun to write!! didn't wanna do a holiday party so just. think of it as a normal party ok bye pls enjoy!

the original prompt: my boss is always telling me how perfect her son would be for me and she promises he's coming to the next holiday party and don't worry he's heard all about me too and ALSO there's this dude i slept with once a couple of months ago and sometimes he still sends me dick pics when i ask him to at 3 in the morning cause seriously dude's got a good dick AU

it was a good one night stand. he was pretty cute, your friends dared you to pick up a guy from the bar and joshua was there

and he was good in bed, so good that you both kept up a lazy friends with benefits agreement- less friends more benefits

you didn’t know what the hell joshua did with his life. maybe he liked painting? who knows but the dick was too good to ask

you both mutually sent nudes when either of you needed to get off, it was good and didn’t need any commitment

he was nice enough from what you remember, you just weren’t looking for a relationship

this was something your boss did not understand

this lady, bless her heart, was convinced you needed to meet her son because you would supposedly look so good together

you had given her your standard explanation that you weren’t looking for anything serious but she was determined to have you two meet

joshua didn’t mind going to the annual company parties for his mom, her company was moderately big so he could expect decent food/drinks- all he had to do was show up in a suit

she never forced him to come, joshua always came because he wanted to support his mom but this year it was different

she was quite insistent about making him meet one of her graphic designers and it was becoming annoying

his mom liked to play matchmaker for him and the people were usually nice, but nothing ever came of it

but something in him figured it would be good to go, just to see what would happen

the party started innocently enough, he greeted everyone from family friends to board members who had known him since he was a teenager

he was admittedly having a good time, mixing and mingling with everyone while sipping a beer

until his mom told him he was gonna bring the graphic designer over so they could meet. he abandoned the drink just in case things got serious

and serious is the understatement of the century because he expected a lot of things, but the last thing he expected was to see you

and holy shit it was him. he looked really nice, way better than your drunk memory actually. he was clearly trying not to seem affected but you saw right through him

oh god you didn’t notice your mouth was open and now you’re just screaming to yourself “bitch fix your face FIX YOUR FACE!!!”

…your boss was right though, you were clearly a good match because you had seen far more than his face

she’s like “hi 😁 here’s my son joshua! 😁  joshua this is y/n, I’ll let you two have some time to talk” and ohhhh my god the tension between you two once she left

it was you. he absolutely was not drunk enough for any of this wow

but you were so beautiful, he hated that he forgot all the details of your face the last time he saw you

you both greeted each other quietly, silently taking each other in and sitting with the tension of the moment

“should we go somewhere to talk?” joshua’s gentle tone shook you out of your daydream and of course you obliged

you both walked out of the main hall to a large foyer, stealing glances of each other like you both couldn't believe the other person was real and not just someone you traded nudes with

you burst into laughter at the same time because what the fuck were the odds??? how did your only one night stand happen to come back into your life so easily?

“it’s nice to finally meet you,” you sheepishly admitted to him and it was true- you didn't really talk last time at all, and if you did it was lost to the blurriness of that night

“you too,” he smiled at you again and the tension seemed to dissolve a bit

“I’d really like to get to know you if you’ll let me,” he reached his hand out to grab yours and oh my god the way your heart started beating faster……

you didn’t want a relationship. you swear you didn’t. but when joshua looked at you like that, how could you say no? you could give it a try and see what happened

“I would love that,” you replied and you could visibly see his mood get lighter. if you said no, the possible frown on his face would’ve been too much to bear

you spent the rest of the party sitting at a table back in the main hall learning about each other’s lives inside and out

the conversation felt so natural between the two of you, you normally wouldn't feel this inclined to share so much about your personal life

joshua noticed your hesitation at first, but he was so understanding and never tried to get anything out of you. he kept reassuring you that it was ok! no pressure! I just wanna take in as much as you’ll let me have of you

it was nice to confide in him, it made you feel like you could trust him with any of your secrets

you didn’t even notice that a few hours had passed since you started talking, it wasn’t until joshua pointed out that most of the people had left that you looked around

you both gathered your things and walked out of the venue together, your brain still buzzing with all the new things you learned about him

he wanted to take you home and you were jumping at the chance to do it until you remembered that your car was there- you didn’t want to let him down but he quickly reassured you that it was fine

“it’s okay, we probably shouldn’t have sex on the first date anyways” he replied and it made you laugh so hard.. like ok he’s very funny too?

“so this was a date then?” you messed with him just to hear his response

“yeah of course!” the way his face lit up oh my god you could have screamed!!! so cute!

you exchanged goodbyes and you began to walk away until you felt his hand on yours

he pulled you closer until your lips connected and it felt like you had never been apart

he was so gentle with you yet so passionate, it seemed like he was making up for lost time- it was all so tender and you couldn't help but smile at how sweet it all was

he pulled away from the kiss and quietly asked you why you were smiling, a tiny smile played on his lips

your cheeks were flushed red... you could barely even look at him! much less reply!! you just put your hands over your face instead

he gave a little fake gasp of shock like omg!! he knew you were shy but not this much!! but he thought it was so adorable, it took everything in him to not kiss you again

he heard you giggle, he pried your hands off your face slowly and you made eye contact again, he whispered "why are you so cute" and AAAA it made you melt even more

he didn't have to be so patient with you but he was. it made you regret not giving each other a chance before

and oh god you hate thinking about all the kisses he could’ve given you in the time you've been apart.

but fate brought joshua to you now for a reason, so why question the timing?

as he sent you off to your car with a small wave and a smile, you knew that you couldn’t imagine your life without knowing how things turned out with joshua hong <3

#SCREECH this one was so fluffy. where tf is my joshua i'm sick to my stomach #heartkyeom #joshua imagine #joshua reactions #joshua hong #joshua fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen #seventeen x reader #joshua x reader

[gffa]

Last time I went about five months between doing a set of STAR WARS fic recs, this time it’s only been three months! Hurrah! It helps that, as always, this fandom puts out an incredible amount of excellent fic, so I feel like I’m never hurting for fics I want to yell about and shove at people, which is something I continue to appreciate as it often feels like so much of the world is such a huge tire fire. It helps to be able to find fics to retreat into, to have fun with, to express joy and creativity with, and so many of the authors in this fandom are just so good at this! To the point that these sets sometimes take awhile because there are always more fics I want to add, until the post starts threatening to be overly long instead of a decent length–in my defense, no seriously, you guys are just too good! Also, I forced myself to stop at 69 fic recs, because yes I do think it’s funny. (Nice.) STAR WARS FIC RECS: PREQUELS RECS: ✦ a comedy in four acts by jesuisdeux, obi-wan & dooku & yoda & qui-gon & cast, time travel, 4k    This was what time-travel is: staring at the dark sockets of skulls everywhere your gaze lands on. Being haunted by ghosts long gone. The apprehension of the slow yet sure approach of the inevitable which is sending chills down your spine. ✦ No Rest for the Weary by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & jedi & ocs, 61k    Needing a break from life at the Jedi Temple, Obi-Wan Kenobi and his apprentice, Anakin Skywalker, visit a Jedi AgriCorps settlement on the Midrim planet of Helia. There they encounter new friends, new enemies and have new adventures, all while attempting to navigate their sometimes turbulent relationship as Master and Padawan. ✦ Stars of Tatooine by Be_Right_Back, ahsoka & kanan & mace & rex & obi-wan & cast, 10.5k    After the end of the world, Ahsoka more or less kidnaps a child, has to air some old grievances, and tries to find whatever peace the universe can still offer. All paths in the Force lead home, eventually. ✦ Festival of Light by dendral, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & rex & cast, 8.7k    During his first year at the Jedi Temple, Anakin learns that even the Jedi celebrate holidays. ✦ the master, the padawan, the Force by skatzaa, depa & caleb, 1.4k    Caleb expects things to be different after Master Depa takes him as her padawan, but really, it feels like nothing really changes. ✦ desecrate my lungs by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & padme & cast, 16k wip    Time-travel fix-it in which Mustafar haunts Anakin decades after it happened and years before it would. ✦ Grace by dismantlingsummer, obi-wan & anakin, 2.3k    Shortly after Mustafar, Anakin realizes what he has done. He finds Obi-Wan to beg for death. ✦ Fifth Migration by wrennette, yoda & mace & obi-wan & ki-adi & yarael & coleman & plo & palpatine & cast, 2k    How about an AU where the Sith’s Grand Plan accounted for everything -everything that is, except the fact that the Jedi temple is actually an very ancient spacecraft and the second word got to the Jedi about there being clones on Kamino, all Jedi are called back inside and they take off immediately? Just imagine the dear chancellor’s face… ✦ fill pages with scribbled ink by magneticwave, obi-wan/padme & sabe & mace & quinlan & cast, 9.8k    A year after the Invasion of Naboo, Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi is invited by Queen Amidala to return to Naboo and participate in a rite known as the Night of Fireflies. Things kind of snowball from there. ✦ Mind Your Words by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin, spanking, 7k    Obi-Wan reminds Anakin that there are consequences for careless behavior for young Jedi on missions. ✦ (you taught me) the courage of stars by grumpyhedgehogs, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cast, 5.1k wip    Ahsoka Tano flees after a warrant for her arrest is issued, but not before receiving aid from an unexpected ally. (Ahsoka proceeds to go on a road trip filled with a bunch of strangers who all say the same thing: Obi-Wan Kenobi is much more than he has ever appeared to be.) ✦ they faked it (guess everything’s complicated) by katierosefun, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 4.5k    Ahsoka temporarily loses memories of the events of Obi-Wan’s fake death. To help with the healing process, Anakin and Obi-Wan have to pretend that they’re okay. ✦ programed to dream by ghostwriterofthemachine, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, body horror, 1.3k    The spaceship Comet-rider is the fastest, most efficient vessel in the galaxy, and is crewed by Separatist-funded pirates. Anakin Skywalker is missing. Unfortunately, these two things are connected. ✦ Unpleasant Truths by hellowkatey, obi-wan & anakin, 2.1k    Obi-Wan and Anakin are stuck in a room with one another while waiting for truth serum to wear off. ✦ moment’s silence by skatzaa, obi-wan & owen & beru & luke & leia (pre-obi-wan/beru-owen), 2k    Owen had long since resigned himself to trouble, whenever Beru got that particularly stubborn set to her jaw. ✦ hold gently and let go by shatou, obi-wan & anakin (pre-slash?), 1.7k    A troubled Anakin comes to Obi-Wan to discuss attachments. ✦ sun child by Ro29, obi-wan & anakin, 2.1k    (or; sometimes being so tied to the Force causes problems, Obi-Wan helps his Padawan as best he can) ✦ A Dinner Out by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & cast, 1.6k    Obi-Wan can’t get his young Padawan to eat much, so he tries something new. But trying something different has unintended consequences. ✦ Shades in the Desert by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin & luke & owen/beru, 10.8k    Not even from a certain point of view did Darth Vader kill Anakin Skywalker. He wished he did, but the specter of the Jedi’s light escaped before he could finalize his fall to the dark. Meanwhile, Anakin is raising his son on Tatooine. ✦ somewhere along in the bitterness by CallToMuster, obi-wan & anakin, major character death, 3.8k    It was probably the twelfth day floating alone in space that Obi-Wan and Anakin realized no one was coming for them. ✦ Songs for Little Jedi by soft_but_gremlin, mace & younglings, ~1k    The initiates are having nightmares, so Mace sings a lullaby to comfort them. ✦ atmosphere level by softredscrunchie, obi-wan/satine & qui-gon, 1k    As a joke, Satine tells Obi-Wan she thinks Mandalore is flat. He doesn’t take it well. ✦ on sith holocrons and misunderstandings by billowypants, obi-wan & anakin & mace & yoda & cast, de-aged!obi-wan, 7.2k    or, de-aged!Obi-Wan has the same Force bonds as adult Obi-Wan, and he does not react well. ✦ Perseverance & Resilience by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin, 1.1k    In the aftermath of Naboo, Obi-Wan realizes he needs strength to protect his new Padawan. Growing up, Anakin needs peace. ✦ A Delicate Balance by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & yoda & jedi, spanking, 9.6k    As Anakin’s skills grow, so too does his penchant for getting into trouble. After a training mishap, Obi-Wan struggles with his role as Anakin’s master. ✦ mirror, mirror by CallToMuster, obi-wan & anakin, 5.4k    Obi-Wan has been rescued by Anakin after being rather embarrassingly kidnapped on the remote planet of Ilnuria during his investigation of rumored kyber crystals deep beneath the planet’s surface. …But is all as it seems? ✦ Mace Windu Appreciation Week by Redminibike1, mace & obi-wan & anakin & ponds & cody & jedi & cast, 12.5k    Set of unconnected ficlets for Mace Windu Appreciation Week, because he deserves it :) ✦ begin again as a quiet thought by skatzaa, obi-wan/quinlan, d/s, ~1k    Cool, smooth leather touched his jaw—gloves. Because of course Obi-Wan had thought of that as well. ✦ Drunken Lullabies by Siri_Kenobi12, obi-wan & anakin & siri & quinlan & aayla & garen & bant & ferus, 6.5k    “Do I really have to go to this thing?” Fourteen year old Anakin Skywalker dramatically sighed. “It’s sooo boring!” ✦ heaven knows how I love you by the_13th_battalion, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 1.2k    Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka are stranded on an unfamiliar planet overnight. They spend their time exploring the community- and maybe they get a little closer to each other along the way. ✦ A Reckless Padawan by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, spanking, 3.9k    When Ahsoka upsets Anakin with an act of reckless disobedience, it falls to her grandmaster to help her see the error of her ways. OBI-WAN/ANAKIN RECS: ✦ Too Hot by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.8k    Too Hot: A game where two players kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other, that player loses. The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser. ✦ Nostos by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin & padme, NSFW, 17k    Or, how Obi-Wan and Anakin discover that there are many ways to come home. ✦ to touch the light, darkest by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.9k    Obi-Wan begins to fuck Vader back to the light ✦ encode by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & padme & handmaidens & cast, 26.3k wip    Instead of being accepted into the Jedi Order at the age of 9, Anakin Skywalker became a ward of Naboo. ✦ Hunting the Homeward Light by GreenQueenofClubs, obi-wan/anakin & mace & ahsoka & shmi & padme & cast, 31.9k wip    When Anakin Skywalker was nine, he left his whole life and mother behind to follow Qui-Gon Jinn to Coruscant and the Jedi Temple. When Anakin Skywalker was twelve, he left his whole life and Master behind to follow Mace Windu to the Outer Rim and away from the Jedi Order. When Anakin Skywalker was twenty… ✦ use my body to break your fall by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 44.7k wip    Obi-Wan Kenobi is too good at being a Sith Lord general of the Separatist army. The Jedi Council approaches Anakin with an offer he can’t refuse. These things are, actually, related. ✦ Over and Over by obiwanobi, obi-wan/anakin, 1.4k    “I love you,” he blurts out, loud and impossible to miss. Obi-Wan blinks once, twice. And freezes. The first time Anakin tells him is a mortifying experience. ✦ Exceptions by rinverse, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & mace & quinlan & cast, NSFW, modern au, 23.4k    Young and brilliant, Anakin is the mind behind JEDI Tech’s latest innovation. Obi-Wan is the company’s perfectly composed Director of PR & Marketing. And last night, they were just two strangers at a bar, looking for something quick and easy. But life had other plans when it crossed their paths again the very next day. ✦ Here There Be Dragons by Ghost_Owl, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, 10.1k    Anakin knows why he can’t shift into his animal form like every other Jedi. It’s because he doesn’t want to, it’s because he’s had a vision of what he would become, and he doesn’t want it. ✦ Waiting in a Sea of Stars by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan/anakin, ~1k    Stranded in deep space, Obi-Wan and Anakin wait for rescue. ✦ Tristitia by JSwander, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 5k    An alternate timeline where Palpatine focuses his attentions on Obi-Wan Kenobi instead of Anakin Skywalker after the attack on Naboo. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 11: Communication, What Communication? by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, mobster au, 7k    a 7k obikin PWP that is somehow a prompt mashup of a mobster au, an accidental sugar daddy au, with a soupçon of an anakin never left tatooine au, and a pinch of qui-gon was anakin’s dad au ✦ who a person truly is cannot be seen with the eye by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, spanking, 3.6k    Anakin purposely avoids doing what Obi-Wan tells him to do. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 12: Potidaea, 432BC, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, historical au, 4.3k    Here is a short smutty scene inspired by all those classics asks, Alcibiades praising Socrates in Plato’s Symposium, and this vase c.490-480 B.C. depicting standing, face-to-face intercrural intercourse between a bearded man and a youth, which as far as we can tell was the most common and accepted position for it in Ancient Greece. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 13: Minikin and Tiny-Wan by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 5.4k    Happy May the Fourth! In honor of this happy day, I have written the fluffiest, crackiest, vanilla-flavored smut imaginable. Based on long discussions on discord with tomicaleto about her adorable Tiny AU. ✦ to hold until brightness by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.4k    Obi-Wan feared that it drew out the darkest in him, to bring Vader to these flashes of light, but it was a trade he would make again and again without hesitation. ✦ May Be Found, If Sought by ghostwriterofthemachine, obi-wan/anakin & mace & quinlan, magical academy au, 2.3k    In which Quinlan, Mace, and Obi-Wan teach Non-Traditional Magical Philosophy in an institution rampant with academic snobbery and discrimination, something dark is stirring in the nearby forest, and no one is ever prepared for Anakin Skywalker. A small story about first meetings in magical academia. ✦ infinitely varied by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, modern au, 2.2k    Also known as Obi-Wan and Anakin teach a tiny program called A.H.S.O.K.A. how to be something more than lines of code via the power of linguistics. ✦ recipe for disaster by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, modern au, 9.8k    When Ahsoka tells Anakin she doesn’t want to learn piano anymore, Anakin is heartbroken. He doesn’t care about the instrument, obviously, but he’s practically in love with her teacher. Obi-Wan offers up a solution to their impending separation, and it’s not dating like any normal person would suggest. Instead, he’s gonna teach Anakin how to cook. Except Anakin’s a pretty well-known chef, and Obi-Wan is absolutely awful in the kitchen. ✦ Pretty Kitty by GayCheerios, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.2k    “Master, you always take such good care of me,” Anakin says, a little chirp coming after his sentence, as his thumb rests on Anakin’s plump bottom lip. ✦ As One, Into Eternity by Pseudonymoose, obi-wan/anakin, force ghosts, 3.1k    Death comes, but the man who was, and is, and will be Anakin Skywalker is not gone. And in the Force, he will never be alone again. ✦ does he make you laugh? by y0u_idjits, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, fusion fic, 3.6k    “Tell me it’s not about screwing the guy who’s screwing your husband.” ✦ Rotten Work by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, 2.8k    Obi-Wan: I’ll take care of you. Anakin, with bloodshot eyes and a broken back from hours of terrible posture: It’s rotten work. Obi-Wan, who needs to bathe this man for his own sanity and health: Not to me. Not if it’s you. ✦ afterimages by shatou, obi-wan/anakin, 1.3k    Mustafar is nothing but a bad dream. ✦ understanding is honoring the truth beneath the surface by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, 7.3k    Anakin asks Obi-Wan to take control. ✦ The strongest stars… by Tomicaleto, obi-wan/anakin & beru & cast, NSFW, 7.4k    The war’s end seems to be close, with everyone looking forward to it. And when Anakin is doubting himself the most, an unexpected visit arrives at the Temple. ✦ home has a heartbeat by izazov, obi-wan/anakin, 5.6k    Or: Anakin and Obi-Wan are together, but there are still some things left unsaid between them. ✦ turn back now (i’m haunted) by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & padme & quinlan & ahsoka & cast, modern au, ghosts au, 25k wip    Anakin Skywalker’s house is haunted. Luckily for him, Padmé knows a ghost hunter. Unluckily for him, it’s the hottest, most english-professor ghost hunter he’s ever seen. And extremely unluckily for him, he’s starting to get the feeling he understands maybe ten percent of what’s actually going on here, not to mention what’s at stake. ✦ game plan by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 11.2k    Or, Vader keeps capturing Obi-Wan during the Wars. Obi-Wan keeps escaping. It’s kind of a thing. ✦ Provocation by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.9k    Or: Obi-Wan and Anakin attempt to navigate their complicated relationship with barbed words and wilful ignorance. It wasn’t going well. ✦ Languages by Crowgirl, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 6.5k    So Anakin pulls out a map and makes a list. REBELS RECS: ✦ The Scent of You by ambiguously, kanan/hera & cast, a smidge of nsfw, 2.9k    Everything changes after Malachor, and Kanan has trouble finding his balance. ✦ Heard It in a Love Song (Can’t Be Wrong) by ambiguously, zeb/kallus, 2.7k    Kallus can’t quite figure out what makes Zeb tick, but he keeps trying. ORIGINAL TRILOGY/MANDALORIAN RECS: ✦ A Discussion of Choices by Peppermint_Shamrock, luke & mace, 2k    Mace Windu has traveled the galaxy since the fall of the Republic, keeping out of the Empire’s sight and teaching where he can. Upon the request of a ghost of an old friend, Mace finds himself instructing Luke Skywalker, who is still reeling from the truth of Vader’s identity. ✦ staring down the barrel of the hot sun by magneticwave, luke/din & obi-wan & grogu & mace & cast, 25.7k    “Gone to a Child of the Watch, the Darksaber has,” Grand Master Yoda announces in his creaky little voice. “Peace, there is not, and yet peace, there must be.” ✦ Released by Peppermint_Shamrock, cody & rex & luke & cast, 6k    Nearly two and a half decades late, Cody’s chip is finally removed. Adjusting to having his mind returned to him after so long takes time, and Cody struggles with questions of his purpose of the past, present, and future. Fortunately, he does not have to struggle alone. ✦ A Tatooine Rainstorm by skatzaa, leia & luke & shmi, 1.7k    Leia meets a ghost. ✦ Dealing with the Darksaber by Peppermint_Shamrock, din & bo-katan & cara, 1.3k    After her recovery, Bo-Katan contacts Din to challenge him for the darksaber. Din is still very much not interested in the whole affair. FULL DETAILS + RECS HERE

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This Little Town - James Potter

summery - James Potters best friend from childhood realises she loves him. requested by anon "Can you write a friends to lovers james potter fic? I loved regret and the way you want, i seriously cant get enough of your james fics"

warning - none i don't think, this hasn't been edited yet so read with caution.

word count - 5,656

Reading time - 27 mins 30 seconds

***

James Potter had been nothing short of heartbroken when he found out at eleven years old that his lifelong best friend wasn't to be joining him at Hogwarts in September but instead was going to school somewhere in France, which would have been fine had it not been miles away from where he would be. He forgot about his heartbreak however when he got to Hogwarts and met his three best friends, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew along side who he was sure was the love of his life, Lily Evans.

He got to spend time with his childhood best friend during every holiday that he didn't stay at Hogwarts. But these meetings were always short lived and therefore after awhile their friendship wasn't as strong as it had been in earlier years. The letters went from daily, to weekly, to monthly, then eventually to nearly nothing at all.

However when they met again each Christmas and summer at the old tree house that was in the forest behind their neighbouring houses it was as though they had never been apart at all.

This summer was slightly different as one of James' school friends had joined him. He was called Sirius Black and y/n being from a respectable pure blood family recognised the name immediately and was rather apprehensive of the tall brunette boy but quickly learned to like him, realising he was nothing like the other Black family members she had met.

On top of this she needed to tell James something. She was waiting until the end of summer to tell him, hoping for a moment alone with him to break the news.

This moment came when the group of three had climbed the hill across from their town and gotten to the top in less than half an hour. Sirius had decided he was going to head home earlier than the other two, claiming that he needed to pack for Hogwarts because he didn't want to leave it last minute like he did the year before.

When the two had been left alone they collapsed onto the ground, laying next to one another on the grass, staring up at the sky which was starting to grow darker. It wasn't as warm as it had been a few weeks ago as September quickly approached however it was far from cold, a light breeze dusting over them.

She made a small sound of complaint at the feeling of the harsh ground under her head and he quickly lifted his arm, she leaned her head against his shoulder and looked up at him, meeting his eye and smiling.

"It's been a good summer" Said the girl quietly, looking back up at the sky, stars starting to reveal themselves after hours of hiding.

"One of the best" James quickly agreed, playing with her fingers which were sat right beside his.

"Sirius is great. I'm really happy you have him, he seems like a great friend" She told him and he grinned at the news that she liked him. He had worried before they met that they wouldn't get on because had that been the case he'd have no idea what to do.

"I'm glad you like him, I was worried you wouldn't get on. Next summer i'll try and have the other boys over so you can meet them. You'd love them too, especially Remus. You and Remus would make great friends you are so similar" James said excitedly.

Y/n decided this would be the perfect time to tell him. If he was so excited for her to meet his friends then surely he would be happy about what she has to tell him

"About that, I have something I need to tell you" She began and he frowned, looking down at her through his eyelashes.

"Is everything okay?" He asked her, his hand slipping from hers to her upper arm

"It's better than okay" She assured him "with everything going on with that dark wizards mum and dad want me closer to home in case something happens and they need me back. They don't feel comfortable with me still going to Beauxbatons anymore" Before she could finish her sentence he sat up quickly, her following suit.

"If you're away to tell me-" He started excitedly, trailing off as she smiled at him

"I'll be joining you on Monday" she confirmed and he jumped up. pulling her up with him and spinning her around.

"You're coming to Hogwarts!" he yelled and she laughed at his excitement "this is the best news ever" He started running down the hill towards Sirius, who was just a little dot at the bottom walking in the opposite direction.

"Padfoot wait up, you'll never believe it" She heard him yell after the boy who finally stopped walking and turned towards him. Y/n sat back down, looking over the small village in Devon and pulled her knees to her chest. For the first time since she has began school she was actually excited for summer to end.

***

James had been right about her forming a friendship with Remus. They were very very similar people and had hit it off as soon as she had entered the compartment on the train alongside James and Sirius and once again when she sat down at the Gryffindor table after the sorting. When she was sorted into Gryffindor James has cheered the loudest, followed closely by Sirius.

However something that James hadn’t accounted for was the friendships she would make with her roommates, who happened to be Lily, Marlene and Alice. Y/n knew who Lily was and when she found out they were to be roommates she had worried that the red head would hate her due to her friendship with James. However that didn’t happen, the two girls got on very well and became quick friends.

One Friday afternoon, y/n found herself walking along the corridor with Lily, making their way back to the common room after their final class of the week ended. She had been at Hogwarts for 3 months and had had more fun than she did in 5 years in France.

“How long have you and James been friends” Lily asked her curiously as they passed a group of Hufflepuffs who smiled at them.

Smiling back she told her that they had been friends since they were born pretty much and had been inseparable until they turned 11 and went to different school.

“He really likes you, you know” Y/n told the ginger girl beside her to which all she received was a scoff. “I’m serious Lils, he talked about you all the time before i came here. In fact he still does”

“He doesn’t really he just thinks he does” Lily responded. 

“You and I are very similar. I think he came here and missed you so he deflected his feelings onto someone who reminded him of you. That person just so happened to be me” Lily grinned to which Y/n’s eyes widened, she couldn’t believe Lily really thought something so far fetched. Y/n went to reply when she hard footsteps quickly approaching them from behind and an arm was wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her into someones side

“Look who it is, my favourite girls” James said, looking down at his best friend who he was much taller than, having had a massive growth spurt only last year, and squeezing her shoulder. Remus appeared at the other side of Lily and the pair shared a look as they observed the two in front of them. Y/n caught this interaction after she smiled back at James and it occurred to her then that Lily wasn't the only one who thought James felt something more for her. 

She felt a funny feeling in her tummy at both the feeling of him close to her and knowing what some of their friends thought. She had never felt anything like that before. 

***

Y/n and James had both gone home during the Christmas holidays, this time without Sirius. He had decided to stay at school to keep Marlene company as she was to be staying. When they got home they never seen each other for a few days, having been busy visiting other family members and just doing holiday things. When they did next see each other it was relatively late on Christmas eve and James had climbed into her bedroom window.

“James why can't you just use the door” She laughed as he tumbled in, falling onto her bed. She was sat at her desk, writing out her last few Christmas cards before she would send them, along side the presents she had bought, with her owl to her old bauxbatons friend.

“I need your opinion on something” He told her, ignoring her question. She hummed in acknowledgement, encouraging him to carry on. 

“Well you’re a girl” He began apprehensively

“I’m glad you’ve noticed” She said back in a slightly impatient manner, turning to look at the boy sat on her bed with raised eyebrows only now noticing the two bottles in his hand.

“Which do you recon Lily would like best” She felt a sharp pain in her chest when she heard the question and cringed at herself for feeling at all jealous. 

“How would I know, me and lily aren’t the same person you know” she answered, reaching out and taking the bottles that he handed her.

“You’d might as well be” he answered, watching her as she smelled the first bottle. She took notice of the fact that he did acknowledge that his best friend of 16 years was remarkably similar to that of who he claimed was the love of his life. She doubted James had ever had any feelings for her like lily said, however she found a part of herself wishing he did. For she had realised when Lily had told her what she thought about James’ feelings that she was actually the one who had the hidden crush. 

She assumed that it had started because he had become part of her everyday life again, and having him around her so much had just sparked something she hadn’t experienced with him during their short periods of time together during holidays where the end of their time was always in the near future.

She realised she had zoned out when the boy sat on her bed cleared his throat and when she finally looked at him he had furrowed his eyebrows and was looking at her in concern.

“What’s wrong” He asked her

“Nothing, just tired” He seemed to accept the answer with little hesitation and nodded back to the two bottles in her hands that she had now smelt. She cleared her throat awkwardly and handed them both back to him

“I’d say the second one, she already has one very similar to the first and she rarely uses it” She told him, turning back to the small stack of Christmas cards on her desk and beginning to put them into their envelopes.

She could feel James’ stare bore into her back and she straightened up in her chair slightly, feeling awkward.

She considered for a moment telling James that she had accepted a date to hogsmade on the first weekend back but decided not to, having a bad feeling that he wouldn’t take the news well. Knowing he would find out eventually she decided to handle the situation in another way.

"I've been thinking, now that I'm friends with lily I could try and talk to her about going on a date with you" Giving her owl the last package and giving it a small treat she opening the window to let the bird out and opted to watching it fly away rather than looking back to James.

"You're kidding" He exclaimed. She forced herself to laugh at his excitement, pretending it never hurt at all. She was the one to propose the idea.

"Not one bit, She is coming over for a movie night tomorrow and I'll talk to her about it then. I can be very persuasive when I want to be"

"If I ever take you for granted again y/n just remind me of this moment" He told her, jumping up from her bed and giving her a quick hug before he climbed back through her window and into her back garden.

"Merry Christmas James" She yelled after him, when she checked her watch and realised it was 12:03.

"Merry Christmas Y/n" He yelled back before disappearing behind the trees that separated their gardens.

***

The holidays had come and gone and the snow that blanketed the grounds of Hogwarts started to melt, indicating the beginning of spring and the approach of the first hogmades weekend of the year. Lily had agreed to go out with James after lots of explaining and begging. James of course had been ecstatic about the news and didn't seem to care about what it had taken or why his best friend had done so much to make it happen, too busy in his bubble of happiness to care.

"I still think you should tell him y/n" Lily mumbled as they walked towards their table at the back of the library. All of the girls knew about her date and has done nothing but attempt to persuade her to tell James for over a week now.

"You know what he's like Lils, he's why too protective to be happy about it. or even mutual for that matter" She responded for what felt like the hundredth time.

"And you still haven't stopped to think about why he's so protective" lily questioned with a smirk.

"Oh don't start. He views me as a sister, it's not that serious. its just how we are"

"Just how you are my arse. He loves you and deep down you know it. I don't get why you can't just accept it and go on a date with him yourself instead of forcing me to do so" The red head complained, finally reaching their seats and taking out their work.

"It's just not like that, honestly" She couldn't think of anything worse than admitting her feelings so anyone out loud.

The more she thought about telling Lily or Remus the more she realised it was simply a terrible idea. Remus would undoubtedly tell James which would swiftly end their friendship and she couldn't help but think that deep down Lily did have feelings for James, and that the news of her friends feelings would cause a drift in their friendship.

"Whatever you say" Lily replied with a laugh "Anyway what are you wearing for your date with Abbot"

***

It took little effort to sneak out of the castle without James or any of his friends seeing her and her date Henry Abbot. Henry was a Hufflepuff that she shared a few classes with, when he had asked her out she has been ecstatic and agreed instantly. But now most of that excitement was gone and the feeling of stress and guilt about going behind her friends back took over.

By the time they had made it to Hogwarts the pair had already discussed most of what they had in common, which was very little, but they carried on as thought it hadn't started to grow awkward and he acted like he hadn't noticed her looking over her shoulder constantly.

"Why don't we head to the three broomsticks, hopefully it will be a bit warmer than it is out here" He smiled down at her and y/n nodded with a polite smile.

"That sounds great" As they made their way to the crooked stone building at the corner of town they fell into a somewhat comfortable silence and she let herself look around more, raising her eyebrows in surprise when he slipped her hand into his.

Just to her luck it was at this moment that she spotted James, who it seemed had seen her long along. Lily was stood beside him trying to act was though she was enjoying herself and James looked as though he had seen red. She could see now that her plan to distract James to the point of not caring that she had a date would not work and she also realised that her date with Henry was not in any way going to diminish her feelings for James.

"You fancy him" Came a voice from beside her that caught her of guard though she quickly realised it was Henry who had a rather amused look on his face

"I don't know what you're talking about" She mumbled as she pulled her eyes away from James and pulled her date towards the three broomsticks.

"Potter, you fancy him" He repeated with a laugh. "It's fine, I'm not offended"

"I do not fancy James" She told him firmly.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, it happens to most girls at this school at some point or another. they either fall for Potter or Black" He told her grinning and she just rolled her eyes and laughed.

"He's my best friend, and lily is a good friend of mine also" She responded "As soon as she realises his feelings for her they will be happy together"

"My friends don't think he actually likes her you know" He told her as they entered the three broomsticks at last, the feeling of his James trailing after her finally lifting. "What would you like"

"A butter beer please" She answered with a small smile and he nodded, telling her to go find a table and he'd be right over

She left his side and looked around her, finding a table in the back under a window. Making her way over to it she slipped onto one of the rather uncomfortable seats and waited for Henry to return.

"What are you doing" She heard the familiar voice of James asking as he sat down on the seat in front of her without waiting for an invitation.

"I should be asking you that question" She answered sarcastically, look up at him with narrowed eyes before look back to the bar to see what was taking Henry so long, only to find he was being somewhat harassed by Sirius.

"Well you're obviously on a date, I was more asking why you never told me" He bit back, pulling her attention back to him.

"What do you want James, you're not my father. And where's Lily" She said calmly, thought feeling anything but. All she had wanted was to be left alone for an afternoon and get to know someone knew, but apparently that was too much to ask when it came to James.

"I want you to tell your date that it didn't work out and that you'd best be going" He told her to which she laughed "And Lily is waiting outside"

"Why would I do that, it is working out and I don't want to leave. You have a date with the girl of your dreams and you're leaving her outside on her own to pester me about something that is none of your business" She told, having lost her patience and growing tired of his behaviour.

"The dates just not what I expected is all" He responded with an agitated expression.

"Well that's not my fault, Maybe now you can move on and find someone who actually wants you" Y/n snapped, not thinking about her words or how they could hurt him.

At long last Henry had managed to get away from Sirius and stood in front of the table with raised eyebrows, two butter beers in his hand.

"Everything alright mate" He asked James who looked up at him with a face of disgust. Sirius quickly appeared behind Henry and shot Y/n an apologetic look.

"Maybe we should leave Prongs. Lily is probably getting bored out there" Sirius told James to which he got an eye roll in response.

"I don't care mate" For some reason James' response had Y/n more angry at the boy than she had ever been before.

"Why do you always do this James, why can't you let me be happy" She mumbled, standing up and grabbing Henrys hand. "Talk to me when you decide you are going to act your age and stop being such an arsehole" At that she left the pub with Henrys hand firmly held in her. On their way out they seen Lily sat on the wall across from the pub and she gave a sorry smile when she spotted the pair

"I'm sorry Y/n, I tried to stop him" She said quickly and Y/n just shook her head

"It's not your fault Lily, I'll see you back at the castle" She smiled as she made her way to the exit of Hogsmade.

"It seems my friends where right about his feelings then" Henry joked as they made their way back in silence to the castle

"Maybe they were" She agreed with a small laugh "I'm sorry it went so badly at the end, I've had a good day"

"It's been good, though I do think we are better of as friends. You are clearly very involve with Mr Jealousy and if i'm not wrong he's most definitely in love with you" Henry said with a chuckle, causing Y/ns head to drop in guilt.

"Ok you're right but he doesn't love me back, he's to busy loving Lily" She mumbled and he shook his head quickly

"He left her outside a pub in the Scottish highlands march weather to come and persuade you not to date me, a boy he doesn't even know so doesn't have any grudge against. You can't really think he actually loves her. And she certainly doesn't love him"

***

James hadn't talked to Y/n since the incident at the three broom sticks and she certainly didn't opposed the silence she got from him. She was annoyed at him for trying to ruin what could have been a successful date and for treating lily the way he did even though the red head had assured her many times that she didn't care and had only agreed to the date for her sake anyway, not because she fancied him.

James on the other hand had no idea why he was as annoyed at he was and neither did hid friends. He hadn't the right to be annoyed at her for going on a date with another boy because they were just friends. It didn't take his friends long to catch on to what the issue actually was and that he did in fact fancy her. Him no longer pursuing Lily was just the cherry on top that confirmed their assumptions.

"Maybe you should talk to him" Lily urged as they sat at a table in the common room with Marlene and Alice, a pile of books and parchment sat in front of them each as exams came closer and the work load got heavier

"No" Y/n mumbled as she scribbled down the last few sentences of one of her paragraphs in her potions essay which was due the next day.

"Come on, it's been over a month. I get you're both mad at one another, god knows what he's so mad over, but regardless it's time you talked about it" Marlene said, grabbing the scroll from her hand. Earning an eye roll and a glare.

"I agree with them y/n, it's gone on way too long. It's getting weird to be honest"

"If he wants to talk he can find me, he's the one hiding from me not the other way around" As if on cue the portrait swung open and in walked the marauders.

At the sight of the girls sat at the table Remus and Sirius made a B line towards them, being trailed awkwardly by James and Peter, an out of place position for the confident James Potter.

"What you up to ladies" Sirius asked as he perched himself on the arm of the sofa that was sat in front of the desk they were occupying.

"Studying Sirius, and if you had any sense you would be too. Exams are in almost a month" Y/n responded, grabbing her quill back from lily and carrying on with her essay, not looking at James once.

"Woah, what's with the hostile tone" He joked "Maybe we will join you" He carried on, a loud groan coming from the 4 girls.

"So much enthusiasm" He laughed but was cut off by James.

"I'm going to head to bed actually, very tired" He said and Y/n finally let herself look at him, finding him to already have his eyes firmly trained on her.

"Alright mate, we'll see you later" Remus responded after a few seconds of silent and James finally looked away, turning away from them and disappearing up the stairs.

"Will you please talk to him. He's way to stubborn to talk to you first but he knows he's in the wrong, trust me he talks about it and you every second of everyday" Remus begged and Y/n just scoffed and continued on yet again with her essay, at this rate she'd never finish it she thought.

"Y/n please, he's been a real mess. He's gotten so moody I'm struggling to live with him honestly" Sirius added

"Always the drama queen Sirius, always a drama queen" Lily joked "Anyway we've been telling her to talk to him for weeks, she just won't listen"

"What's the worst that could happen" Peter added for the first time.

She thought about it for a second and realised there really wasn't anything to loose. They would become friends again at some point because they always did find their way back to one another so what was really the point in ignoring him. If Sirius was being true and he did know he was wrong what good was she doing dragging it out?

"Fine" She finally agreed drawing a gasp from lily.

"Really, gosh I didn't think that would work" Marlene expressed her surprise.

"I can't promise we make up, If he doesn't stop being an arse he's getting the silent treatment for another month at least, and I mean it" Making her way up the boys stairs, ignoring the laughter that erupted at the table from her parting statement she tried to walk as slowly as she could, cursing Hogwarts for giving them a dorm so close to the entry.

She stood outside their dorm room and contemplated what she was going to say, but gave up after a few minuets realising that no matter how much she planned she never ended up saying what she had planned to say.

She knocked once before slowly opening the door, stepping in and closing it behind her. She quickly spied James who was lay face forward on his bed, his back facing her. She waited a second before saying anything and even considered leaving though knew he already knew someone had entered the room.

"James, I think we need to talk" At the sound if her voice his head had shot up and he had scuffled into a sitting position, staring at her as though she had returned from the dead.

"Ye" Was all he managed as she made her way over and sat down beside him on his bed.

“I don't want us to be fallen out anymore. You're my best friend and I don't like things as much without you. Not to mention I really don't like seeing you in the way I do right now" She rambled and he grinned half-heartedly down at her.

"Well its sorted then, we're fine" He confirmed and she was about to agree when she decided she would push the cause of the argument a little more to find out what he was thinking.

"Why didn't you like the date with Lily, James?" She asked quietly, knowing it was possibly a sensitive subject.

"It just wasn't what I expected was all" He told her simply and she nodded slightly.

"What did you expect then" She asked, leaning back against the bed frame, watching him as he fiddled with his hands.

"I dunno, I just expected it to be different" He said bluntly "I guess I expected it to be with her like it is with you, but it wasn't" he admitted guiltily, she mumbled a quiet 'oh' in response and looked away from him quickly.

Though she too had grown suspicious of his behaviour towards her she hadn't expected him to ever admit anything out loud, especially not to her.

"Were you jealous of Henry" James had scoffed quite quickly when he heard his name and Y/n simply rolled her eyes at his response "Don't be a dick about it James, he's a nice boy"

"He's an arsehole is what he is" he snarked back.

"Says the boy who interrupted my date and publicly argued with me over something that was none of his business" She responded quickly, his sigh was proof enough to her that he did know that he was wrong.

"I'm sorry" He told her softly.

"Ye I know"

"I love you" She smiled at him and leaned into his arms gently, hugging him.

"I know" she repeated.

"No I mean I love you, like how I thought I loved Lily" He mumbled against her shoulder. He felt her stiffen slightly against him and sighed at the response, taking the dragging silence as a rejection. she pulled away eventually placing her hands on either side of his jaw.

"You mean it" She whispered and he nodded.

A smile broke out on her face as she wasted no time in leaning in and finally pushing her lips against his after what felt like years of waiting. He quickly responded by moving his hand up to her face, hers falling down to his shoulder. He didn't mean to do it but before he could control himself he started laughing. She pulled away from him, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"Really James" She asked, his laughter growing louder.

"How on earth did it take us this long to realise" He asked her after calming down.

"Speak for yourself I realised after my first month at this school, Lily and Remus pointed it out about you first but I didn't believe them" He raised his eyebrows at this

"They what" He asked.

"They said that you actually love me and and that you projected your feelings for me onto Lily in first year because you couldn't have me anymore" She told him and he laughed loudly once again.

"You know what, I think they might actually have been onto something" He mumbled before leaning in once again and kissing her.

***

5 Years Later

Y/n had always known that weddings were stressful. Being a Bridesmaid at Lilys wedding only further showed her this fact. After graduating Hogwarts there had been a war that seemed for awhile never ending. But it had ended and with it brought many weddings. James assumed that the burst in weddings was people trying to distract themselves from the horrors they faced in the aftermath of the war but Y/n believed it to be a lot more romantic than that.

She believed that so many were marrying because they knew that the only thing that beats hatred is love, and after surviving a time filled with so much hate what better way to celebrate than to do so with love. It made perfect sense to her because it had been the reason she had said yes to James when he had asked the question only two months ago.

The wedding had started to die down slightly, and after wishing farewells too a few of her high school acquaintances, including Henry Abbot who attended with his pregnant girlfriend and their two year old son.

It was here that she realises she hadn't seen James in awhile and she decided she would look for him. the wedding had been held in James and Y/ns town, Lilys now husband having been a friend of theirs who they had introduced to Lily in the summer after 6th year.

As she exited the large tent in the middle of the field she spied the silhouette of her fiancé up on the hill that looked over the village, the hill that she had told him she was be coming to Hogwarts atop of all those years ago. She started to make her way up the hill towards him and when he finally spotted her he smiled down waiting patiently for her to reach him.

"What are you doing up here love" She asked him as she made her way over to sit beside him on the grass, looking out ahead of them at their childhood homes in the distance, the houses that neither family occupied any longer.

"Just needed some air" he told her gently, reaching out and wrapping his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me Y/n L/n, and it all started in this little town" he said and she tilted her chin to look up at him, smiling brightly at the glimmer in his eye.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me as well James Potter" she returned and he just chuckled, leaning down and kissing her forehead.

"We should get married here too. The forest behind our old house has that clearing in the middle, It's big enough and would work I think" he expressed and she raised to her knees and connected her lips to his, earning a quiet groan from him

"It sounds perfect James, absolutely perfect" she whispered into his mouth, his hand gripping at her waist as he admired her and the life he had managed to make with her.

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