#I just realised that i forgot to add the zippers on the side of the boots RIP

[introvertedandscared]

really rough mockup i did for a shezow suit design of mine, colours touched up digitally because i couldnt get it to look right with my markers.

pose base below cut

[roscgcld]

INUMAKI TOGE || scary man

request: The little sister ask is so cute is it okay to ask something like it I don't want to bother you, but if it okay then inumaki toge x little sister reader (5 or6), where she is scared of them because he doesn't visit a lot and is quite so whenever he visit she hides under the bed , poor baby would be so sad,also imagine the other 2d years trying to help him,  

I forgot to add this sorry when the other second year try to help him it backfire because she gets attached to maki instead ( string beautiful woman a big sister!) Sorry again for forgetting your writing is so good

note: hello love! no this was not a bother to me at all! I enjoyed writing that imagine! i wouldn’t mind writing a short imagine for this! also, thank you for thinking my writing is good c: it is average at best, but i feel your love~ i hope you enjoy this though!

pronouns: she/her

scene: before yuji’s appearance in the story; since it will be weird to only have maki ><

"This is going to be your future school, by the way!” A tall white man with a blindfold said to the young girl, who was holding onto his hand tightly as she stared at the school in awe. Today was a special day, the Inumaki clan had revealed to the world another Inumaki heir; one with strong cursed energy that is quite the force to be reckoned with. Even though she doesn’t have the Cursed Speech Ability like her older brother does, she still has all the qualms to be a powerful sorcerer in the future. So, with that, Gojo somehow convinces the Inumaki elders to let the young girl to visit the college.

The main reason? For his own student, of course!

Everyone knows how much Toge misses his family, more specifically, his baby sister. He hasn’t seen her since she was born, besides the odd visit here and there that never seems to end well for the two of them. When she was first born, she loved her older brother to pieces, not minding his tattoos and how quiet the man was. But the older she got, and the more she spends time around others who look relatively normal, it become a shock to her system when she realised that her “onii-chan” has scary tattoos on the side of his face.

And only speaks in onigiri ingredients too! What kind of person talks like that?

Gojo had heard this little ‘issue’ form Yuta one day, after noticing that Toge looking more glum then usual after the school gave students permission to return home over the weekend. So, as the loving sensei he is, why wouldn’t he pull some strings to let the youngest Inumaki heir to come and visit the college? She is going to enroll here in the future anyway; and since her brother was going to be there to keep an eye on her as well, his parents had agreed to let her go with the white haired shaman.

Which was how we found the little girl, wide eyed and dressed in a adorable purple and white kimono, walking beside her guardian for the day. Gojo found the young girl quite adorable, having to hold her tiny hand firmly so she was not running about the school to explore. He didn’t want her to fall and hurt herself, since she was technically under his case; but he also wants to see her reaction to seeing her older brother. “Y/N-chan, shall we go and see the onee-chan and onii-chan I told you about?”

Immediately the girl’s eyes widen as she nodded her head in excitement, soft pigtails bouncing along with her movements. Gojo had to slap a hand over his face to stop his laughter from leaving. He may not want kids, but he does find kids absolutely adorable; and wouldn’t mind taking care of them from time to time. “Let’s go then, cutie!” He said after he took a moment to calm down, laughing when the little girl just tugged on his arm excitedly as she tried to lead the way.

Only to pause when they reached a courtyard and turned to look at the older man with a soft pout; as if silently telling him that she’s lost now. 

Gojo grins and reaches over to pat the top of her head before he led her towards the courtyard, where he was sure the second year students were resting at. The second years were all on break right now, having had 3 hours of lessons earlier in the day. So the man was able to locate them at their usual resting spot - the cherry blossom gardens, resting on the soft grass under the shade of the still budding cherry blossom trees.

“Yo, second years! I have a guest I want you to meet!” Gojo called out as he led the little girl towards them, who now switch to grabbing onto the fabric of his pants as they made their way towards the small group. Maki and Yuta shared a confused look, wondering if Gojo had fathered a child along the way. Panda had opened one lazy eye, his nose twitching a little at the sight of the young girl. Only Inumaki looked like he had an idea on who she is, perking up a little as he got up hastily. “Bonito flakes!”

“That’s right!” Gojo said with a grin as he clapped, gesturing to the girl that was hiding behind the tall man’s legs; peeking over at the group shyly. “Let me introduce you to the youngest Inumaki heir, and younger sister to our dear Toge-kun, Inumaki Y/N!” He introduced before he carefully coax the girl from behind his legs, squatting down before her as he gave the unsure girl a smile. “Now, Y/N-chan - how do we greet people?”

Immediately the young girl pauses before she faces the group once more, folding her hands before her before she gave them a soft bow. “It’s nice to meet you all.” She said in a soft and shy voice, causing both Maki and Yuta to coo at how cute she was. Neither of them have met Toge’s little sister before, besides seeing the odd video and picture from their friend; so seeing the young girl that’s no more than six shyly greeting them definitely causes them to find her adorable.

Toge, on the other hand, was ecstatic. Even though he does not see her as often, due to college and all, he still loves his baby sister to death. Without a fail he will send birthday and christmas presents to the young girl, receiving videos of his baby sister unwrapping them on camera and thanking him with the cutest smile on her face. However, he knows that she still does fear him - so he wasn’t too shocked when she just shyly clutched onto the front of Gojo’s uniform; shaking her head repeated whilst the older man tried to coax her to go and greet the others.

Yuta, as if feeling her distress, decided to get up and gestures for his friend to follow, both boys quietly making their way towards her whilst Maki stayed back to watch with a smile. “Hello there.” Yuta greeted quietly as he bent down to her height, giving the young girl a welcoming smile whilst Toge stood over the two of them. “My name is Yuta, you must be Toge’s younger sister?” He asks in a kind tone as he gestures to the other boy, who just waves at his sister warmly.

At the sight of the two males, the younger girl freezes up before burying herself deeper into Gojo’s jacket, causing the older man to chuckle as he rests his palm on her back soothingly. “Don’t be scared. Like I said, they are nice people.”  He tried to coax the little girl, who refused to pull her face out of his uniform jacket. Her action caused Toge’s shoulders to sag a little, feeling bad that his own baby sister was scared of him. 

It wasn’t his fault that his ability causes him to have tattoos on the side of his mouth and tongue. He remembers crying about it when he was younger too, but had gotten used to it ever since. Plus, a few of his uncles and aunts carry the same markings too, so he didn’t feel too alone.

But when your own baby sister is clearly scared of you, anyone would be sad.

Maki, as if sensing the tension, got up before she made her way towards the two, gently smacking the back of Yuta’s head as she squatted down beside the male; who glared at her in response as he rubbed the back of his head lightly. “You’re hopeless.” She grumbled before she turned to face the little girl with a smile, who had shyly glanced over the new addition to the group. “Y/N-chan, my name is Maki.” The woman greeted in a surprisingly soft tone, causing the little girl to loosen her hold a little on Gojo’s jacket. “Your onii-chan has told us a lot about you, and Yuta and I are quite excited that you came to visit us all the way in Tokyo.”

The three males shared a shocked look, having never expected Maki to be able to converse in such a soft tone with anyone before. But somehow she is doing it - quietly talking and coaxing the girl out of Gojo’s jacket; and soon the two girls joined hands to go to the vending machine to grab a drink. Yuta and Toge both blinked, sharing a look between each other whilst the two girls slowly faded off into the distance. Even Gojo was quite shocked by the outcome, grinning over at the two as he rest his face in his hand, his elbow resting on his bent knee with a grin. “Oya? Seems like you’ve got some competition for attention, Toge-kun.”

“...Tuna.” Toge huffed, and if his zipper was down, there was definitely a pout set on his lips as he looked away from the grinning older man. “Gojo-sensei.” Yuta said with a soft frown as he glances over at his teacher disapprovingly, who only gave a cheeky smile in response. Yuta ignored the older male as he got up, gently patting Toge on the shoulder with a smile as his friend glances over at the slightly taller male. “Don’t mind, Toge - I am sure all we need to do is help her warm up to you a little more. I mean, it’s been awhile since you’ve last saw her. Maybe she just needs more time.”

Toge gave his friend an uncertain look, but it wasn’t like there was any other choice. So he just sighs softly before he nods in defeat, to which Yuta just smiles and squeezes his shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry - I am sure she’ll talk to you eventually.

As the day continue to go by, Toge was pretty sure that there was no way the two of you are going to be bonding anytime soon.

Throughout the entire day, you have been clearly shadowing Maki around; asking her if she can teach you things, following her about as she went to class; clinging onto her every word as she entertained your curious questions. Yuta wasn’t any better then Toge, but she still managed to talk to him without flinching or running away from him; but she’d have to be clutching onto Maki or be close to the older girl whenever she’s conversing with Yuta. Even Panda had some interactions with you - well, it was more so you jumping and climbing all over the panda with the bright smile and loudly giggles whilst Panda laid there, letting you climb about his fluffy body.

However Maki did actually try to get the younger girl to talk to him - asking the young girl to go and ask if her older brother wanted a drink after class, quietly coaxing her to go and ask him for things like snacks or change for snacks. The younger girl though, was not having it - shaking her head with tearful eyes, silently begging the older girl without using her words. This caused Toge to deflate and his mood to drop significantly. It wasn’t like he can control his appearance to begin with.

To be honest, he had never thought much about his appearance. Because of this, he was used to getting comments and hiding his tattoos so he didn’t really stand out - but when it’s his baby sister, who he loves with his entire heart, is the one scared of him? 

Now that was just another low.

Toge whines as he leans back into his seat, watching his baby sister going about following Maki as she went about her day. Yuta, who was seated next to the sulking teen, glances over at him in amusement as he finishes his mouthful of water. “Maybe she just needs some time to warm up to you.” He tried to offer, feeling bad that he was feeling this way. He was sure having your baby sister fear you was probably not the best feeling. Must have been another slap to the face when she ended up falling about your best friend. “I mean, she’s still young. She’ll grow out of this.”

The same boy just whines and tilts his head back with his eyes closed, trying not to think about the entire thing. It was because of this that he didn’t hear soft whispers and footsteps, only looking over curiously when he felt someone gently tapping on his knee. Opening his eyes quietly, he looks pulls his head up just in time to see his baby sister, cheeks rosy and eyes downcast as she held out a crudely picked bunch of flowers. Maki stood beside the young girl with an amused look on her face, looking over at Toge with a raised eyebrow when he looks up as well. “Salmon?”

 “Y/N here said she wanted to make you feel better.” Maki said with a grin as he reaches down to pet the soft girl on the hair whilst the young girl just shyly nods her head. “She felt bad, since I told her that you’re sad that she’s scared of you.” Maki continues whilst Toge blinks before he carefully takes the flowers from the girl’s young hand. Quietly she wrapped her arms around his legs, since he was seated on a few seats higher from the ground. 

Her reaction caused Toge to freeze, watching as she nuzzles closer and tighter her grip even more. “...D-Don’t be sad, Nee-chan.” She mumbles out in a soft voice, one so pure and innocent that it had all the seniors coo at the little girl quietly. “I-I promise to be a g-good girl..”

Toge felt his heart melt, the sadness he felt from the day melting along with him as he reaches over to pat the top of her head gently. He had hoped that his actions spoke louder then words for him, offering the girl a soft chuckle when she just looks up at him with a bright smile. Wordlessly she held her tiny hand out for him, causing Toge to tilt his head as he grabbed it; letting the little girl start to drag him about somewhere.

Maki and Yuta decided to sit back as they watch the two siblings go off to somewhere on campus, probably to the pond located on the temple grounds to feed the fish together. “How did you convince her to approach Toge?” Yuta asks with a raised eyebrow as Maki took Toge’s place on the stone steps, her long sword resting by her side. “Oh, I just explained that her older brother loves her a lot, and ask her who do you think gets you all of those gifts on her birthday.”

“Ah, guilt tripping.” Yuta teases with a grin whilst Maki just rolls her eyes with a chuckle, nudging him softly. “I would say it’s teasing her how to count her blessing.” Was Maki’s reply as they watch the two walk deeper into the campus, Toge nodding his head with an excited look whilst the young girl was talking non-stop about something. 

“But hey, at least both of them look happy.”

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[handmadecp]

‘Explorer’ Bag.

Hi Guys, I finally managed to find the time to build the ‘Explorer’ Bag. It may have been my hands that put this together but all Credit for the Original Idea and the Pattern goes to ‘Tony See’ at Dieselpunkro. He makes some amazing patterns and sells them at very affordable prices. Ok, lets go. First I bought the pattern from Dieselpunkro, downloaded it, stuck all the pieces together as required and then cut out and stuck to the 6-7oz leather I chose to use ready to transfer from paper to leather. You don’t want a thin leather for this that will just fall/collapse it’s shape, but you also don’t want it so thick that it’s difficult to bend cut and stitch. I also chose a Veg Tan and dyed it myself, more on that later, but you can buy a factory ready dyed piece if you so choose.

Pic 1 : Stick all the pattern pieces together as required to create the ‘full’ patterns, I use Decorators white / Cream paper tape, it doesn’t mark the leather to any great degree when you take it off.

Pic 2 : The patterns come in several pieces, this main boddy section pattern was in about three pieces but just stick them together as shown on the instructional video on YT.

Pic 3 : Here is the main body section after the pattern is removed, the holes are punched through the patterns before removal.

Pic 4 : Here you have one of the side psections with Pattern stuck to the leather with decorators tape and I used a 1.5mm hole punch for the stitch holes and a larger one ( what ever you feel necessary for your rivets to fit ) where necessary.

Pic 5 :  All the patterns are treated the same and eventually you will end up with a big pile of cut out and punched pieces as seen here, there were 64 pieces here, the most I’ve ever done.

Pic 6 : Here are the same pieces all dyed ready to start the build. I decided on a Nice walnut color by Fiebings, I achieved this particular look by rubbing harder in certain areas as it was drying and then it was down to a bit of luck. At this point I could not know what the final look would be, but from past experiences I had a ‘hopeful’ idea. Once dyed I coated in ‘Tan Kote’ and wiped it off before buffing to a shine, this also added darker areas here and there.

Pic 7 : I started by putting together a side pouch so seperated the pieces of the two. I used a waxed thread and a saddle stitch, which was the stitch I used on all of this bag.

Pic 8 : Somehow I forgot to take pics of the first stitching, which was adding the side to the front piece of a pouch, you can see it through the back piece I’m about to start stitching here. this pic shows me placing the front and side section ‘through’ the hole to stitch the inner edge of the side piece ‘inside, there will also be another piece of leather going over the hole at the back, that makes three layers of leather to stitch through, hence why your hole punching should be done carefully and slowly, if all in their correct place they will match up and make for a reatively ‘easy’ (ish) time of it.

Pic 9 : seen from the back, the stitching joing the three pieces, the front and side pieces now being attached to the side panel and attaching the ‘back’ panel to fully create the pouch, lots of stitching on this Project and you might find your fingers getting very sore, I have a little ‘thing’ I now do which cuts down the number of times I have to pull the thread tight thereby reducing the strain on my fingers considerably. I now stitch forwards four holes pulling them in..but loose after the fourth is in I then pull all four tight, I find It saves my fingers ...oh also, don’t pull so tight like you are trying to strangle it...with all those stitches....’it ‘will’ hold, believe me.

Pic 10 : The pouch is now attached to the actuall ‘side’ section, well...’one’ of them, remember you have to make two of them. You can see the ‘flap’ sitting on top waiting to be attached, if you zoom in you can see the holes in a line where it will attach to.

Pic 11 :  Holding in position to test fit.

Pic 12 : Here you can see the process, it always seems, no matter how deep I sink the 1.5mm punch for the stitch holes I still have to push an ‘awl’ through each one to open enough to pass the two needles more easily.

Pic 13 : Ready for the next step, attaching the pices that will hold the D’rings for shoulder strap attachement and attaching the fasten strap and Buckle. Here I’m rubbing hard to darken at the ends, just my touch, if you are making one..it’s your project you go with your own ideas.

Pic 14 : Both side panels with pouches now ready to stitch the small inner flaps that will prevent things from falling out of the main bag.

Pic 15 : I attached the small inner flaps to each side pouch section using a Saddle stitch.

Pic 16 : I next stitched ( Yup...I said there was a lot . )...the ..errrm, not sure what this bit is called so just for the purpose of moving forward i’ll call it the ‘skirt’ piece...So, I stitched the ‘skirt’ piece to the outside of both side pouch sections as shown here.

Pic 17 :  Ta daaa..looking great. Very impressed with how the color looks, I love the ‘aged’ look on leather.

Pic 18 : An extra pic to show it going all the way around and to prove it was my sore hands that did it..hahaha.

Pic 19 : Next I cut the zipper to the required length, glued it into place trying to keep the zip central and then punched stitch holes  all around it. I have found, that after marking the hole for the zipper that once cut it leaves very little of the edge of the zipper to attache to the leather...it’s very close to the edge, so I now try to cut the zipper hole less wide than what the pattern says, I find it easier to attach it and punch the holes with more material under and around it. But you will find your own way with it as I have done, if my tip helps you then that’s great.

Pic 20 :  As well as the contact cement I used to stick it in position I’m also using a saddle stitch and stitching around the zipper for extra strength.

Pic 21 : Done, the zipper works fine.

Pic 22 : Now I’m attaching two of the ‘four’ Handle strap holders with D-rings., you can see the positions for the other two on the left.

Pic 23 : After adding my ‘Sharman’ mark to the inner back piece I stitched it in place to finish the creation of the zipper pocket.

Pic 24 : Whilst stitching the back to the zipper pocket I had the other side flapping around everywhere so had to get creative and here’s how I resolved the problem, I tied string around the other flap and threw it over a beam in the work shop...worked a treat.

Pic 25 : All four bag handle connectors are now in position as seen here, stitched and rivetted. I’ve chosen to use the Antique rivets, buckles and D-rings for this project and it seems to suit it very well.

Pic 26 : Next I fitted the inner bottom strengthener piece.

Pic 27 : I used Elmers rubber solution glue to stick the bottom strengthener into position so that I could adjust it if I needed to whilst stitching, as it turned out the holes had lined up really well and the job went smoothly.

Pic 28 : All stitched in,ready to move forward. Incase I didn’t mention it already I also dyed the flesh side of the leather, the walnut gives it a nice look I think.

Pic 29 : I added rivets too, there’s no chance of this coming off, it’s glued, stitched and rivetted with x4 antique rivets.

Pic 30 : Now I had to put together the outside pouch which will be on the front below the main flap, I did it the same as the side pouches, attached the side to one edge then attached the buckle systems as shown here, after that I stitched the other edge ‘through’ the hole and stitched it underneath to the inside edge at the same time attaching the back section which will finish the creation of the pouch.

Pic 31 : Attaching the pouch to the front of the main body section. The following pics from 32 to 39 are extras to show the stitching a bit closer.

Pic 32 : the reason to stitch the edge on the inside is to give a much smoother look along the edge when completed.

Pic 33 : having to use a stitch awl to widen each hole slightly, I stabbed muself more than a few times, so many that I had to wash my hands and coat in antiseptic cream each night. All that ontop of arthritis and carpul tunnel issues, sometimes it can be a little hard to manipulate the needles, but...if at first you don’t succeed ehy.

Pic 34 : you can see the three layers here the outer, the gusset tucked under and the flesh side of the ‘backing’ piece.

Pic 35 : showing the spike (Awl) that keeps stabbing me.

Pic 36 : Needles come through fine now.

Pic 37 : Another view of the whole thing. It’s starting to make me believe I can actually do this if I just keep going.

Pic 38 : Pouch attached.

Pic 39 : View of the bottom section now strengthened. I decided later to add some metal ‘Bag feet’..not part of the plan..but Didn’t want to do all this work just to have the bottom get scratched up without at least trying to prevent it. I’ll show that at the end.

Pic 40 : I then realised, I wasn’t quite done with that as the inside backing piece had an ‘outer’ line of stitches as well, as seen here, but if you are someone that gets frustrated easily I would find another hobby, by this point I had been making this for two weeks because real life kept getting in the way and stopping me, very frustrating but hey..what can ya do except suck it up and keep moving forward.

Pic 41 : People wonder why they have the holes so big..well the good thing is they allow two needles to pass through smoothly, if you are doing hundreds of stitches you really don’t want them getting snagged all the time, but anyway not to worry because once done I either lay it on an anvil if it will fit or put a small anvil under it inside on my hand..and tap with a carpenters hammer gently flattening all the thread and closing the holes a bit more. I always tell people, there will always be a point where you will think something bad about the job you are doing...don’t give up, keep going forward and you will be surprised at just how good it  ‘ will’ look when ‘Everything’..all the polishing and treatments etc are completed. remember, until it’s fully completed it’s just a W.I.P. ..a work in progress so don’t judge it until it’s done.

Pic 42 : The front pouch fully attached.

Pic 43 : Here I have sat the side section in place whilst I begin to stitch it to the main body.

Pic 44 : Same thing ..another angle.

Pic 45 : attaching side panel..Other angle.

Pic 46 : First side panel attached fully to main body.

Pic 47 :  Other side section ready to fit. The colors are not really as different as the lighting makes them look check out pic 48 for what it really looks like.

Pic 48 : halfway there.

Pic 49 : Clips come in very handy at times like this, the section itself is wanting to fall all the time, ..problem solved.

Pic 50 : Using the Awl to widen the hole, not fun when it catches you...but all part of the game.

Pic 51 : Done, both side sections now firmly attached and the whole thing is starting to come together.

Pic 52 : Now it needs the main flap, but that needs some work first.

Pic 53 : Different angle.

Pic 54 : View of the back and the zipper pocket.

Pic 55 : First I had to attach the closure straps using rivets (Double Cap, you can use single cap but I prefer double.) I also stamped the ‘Shaman’ Mark on the Leather label then riveted that to a back piece and stitched that to the front edge of the main flap as seen here, now..we’re ready.

Pic 56 : Again I used a saddle stitch for extra strength, once at the other end ..just because I wanted to...I came all the way back again, no real reason to do that, it’s perfectly fine without the extra, but I ‘m keeping this bag and I wanted it, so I did.

Pic 57 : main flap...Attached.

Pic 58 : Main flap rear view.

Pic 59 : Angle shot shows how well all the colors have matched.

Pic 60 : Now I have to make x2 bag handles.

Pic 61 : Using the saddle stitch. All you need to do here is stitch all the holes together pulling the two sides together as shown and make two of these.

Pic 62 : Connect the bag handles to the D-rings as seen here. I used rivets to fasten them on.

Pic 63 : I attached the clip end sections using rivits and stitching to the main shoulder strap at either end, then the clips were attached, again using rivets.

Pic 64 : Attach the shoulder strap to the side rings.

Pic 66 : As I said earlier, I attached ‘Metal bag feet’ to try to avoid damage to the base from dragging, might not stop everything but should help and looks good I think.

Pic 66 : And we are done. This took me four weeks in the end, but we’ve had a lot  of ‘Life’ getting in the way. If I had nothing else to do but this I reckon I could do it in about a week to ten days. I wouldn’t recommend this particular project to a beginner mainly because of the expense, I wouldn’t practice on this one. But there are many more projects out there online and if it suits you to do so you could visit my Blog ‘A Journey into Leather Craft’ and check out my archive, you’ll see the things I’ve made from the very first knife sheath to this amazing bag. I can’t believe I made this, Just shows you never really know what you can do until you try.  I look forward to the next project, hope you will come back and check out the next one. To all those who have followed my projects for a long time thank you, hope you enjoy them and hope I have inspired some of you to give it a go yourself. If you are new, thanks for stopping by for a look, hope you liked what you found and hope you will also come back for the next one, maybe tell your friends about my blog, I’d appreciate that. Until then, as always, stay safe and to all the makers out there, Stay Crafty.

[bts-fic-mania]

DAZED DAMSELS

PAIRING : BTS × Female OC

GENRE : Fluff | Romance | Comedy | Husband AU!

RATING : 13+

WORD COUNT : 11.4 K

SUMMARY :

Balancing between work and home has been quite a tiresome task, but still Min Ji has been managing and juggling through all of those responsibilities thanks to her lovely husband who's always been by her side as her backbone. Will this Wedding, Bachelorette party and a simple shopping trip add in a bit of spice to her life...?? Help her reminisce her past...??

Having the most important responsibility of all time can be nerve wrecking but Soo Jung is determined give her best friend the best wedding a person can ever wish for. But how is she gonna react to the fiasco and the most astonishing revelation of eternity...??

It's the biggest day of Ji Na’s life -'Her Wedding Day'. She never even dreamt that she'll marry the man who ruled the entire world's hearts. Her family and friends didn’t leave any stone unturned to make her wedding more memorable. She wouldn’t have had this much fun in a million years. Little did she knew that the universe had another special thing in store for her...

"Where are the Keys ?" He inquired, looking for them in his pockets.

"Tae, Open the door already !! I'm soo tired... My feet are gonna give out..." Min Ji whined as she slumped down on the floor, her back against the door.

"Yahh! Where did i keep them. " He said, still struggling to find the item.

"Yep. Gotcha." He jiggled the keys, then inserted the key inside the lock to open the door.

Both of them entered their home, tired and exhausted.

Min Ji plonked herself on the couch, face first while Tae went inside to place the packs with their clothings in their bed room, getting himself a bottle of water on his way back.

His phone began ringing the moment he sat down beside his wife.

"Hey Jungkook-Ah !" He let out, rather chirpily.

Min Ji wondered how he could be soo lively after their wearying shopping trip and soon she observed an elated expression plastered on his face.

He disconnected the call, a soft smile on his face.

"What ? What did Jungkook tell you that's making you smile so bad?" Min Ji asked teasingly, her head propped on her elbow.

"Jungkook invited me to his Bachelor's party which is gonna be held in a week. I'm soo excited to meet all my hyungs after such a long time." He sinked back into the sofa, his expressions were enough to reveal how happy he was at that moment.

"That's nice." She grinned, too elated to see her husband so riant.

"Ohh i completely forgot." He remembered. "Jungkook mentioned that his wife wanted you to attend her Bachelorette party too."

"Huh... But... I don’t even know her or anyone there, what will I do alone. I'll stay at home with my bed, my soulmate." Min Ji stated, casually.

"Ohh... So your bed is your soulmate then who am i ?" Tae asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Uhmm... You're my lovely, adorable and handsome husband." She complimented him.

"Yahh... Min Ji-Ah You need and have to go okay. Get out of this house and just enjoy your life, jagi. There's an entire world outside these four walls." He tried to convince his wife.

"You know how i feel in a crowd full of people I don't know. Even you won't be there. I'd be really bored." She retaliated. "Secondly, I've got nothing to wear and I'm no mood to go for a shopping trip anytime soon."

"I'd accompany you and we'd buy a gorgeous dress for my beautiful wife. Please Min Ji." He pouted.

'His puppy eyes were too hard to resist. Damn, he knows my weak points.' She thought to herself.

"Okay. FINE." She gave up.

'It was easy for him to make her agree with everything he wanted.' She thought, looking at his satisfied smile.

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Works been keeping Min Ji and Taehyung pretty busy lately.

Who says a Teacher's Job is easy...? For a teacher like them, who literally put in their whole and soul into their work, it's never been facile. Sadly, being a teacher is the most under appreciated job despite the burnout they go through, every single day.

Min Ji and Tae lazed around after being drained of all the zing.

They worked their asses off, the entire week, since they had to take a few days leave on the occasion Jungkook's marriage.

Min Ji flipped open her journal just to discern that she still needed to go and buy a dress that she'd wear for Jungkook's Wife's Bachelorette party.

' It's Sunday tomorrow and the Bachelorette's gonna be on Monday... So I'm gonna go shop tomorrow and drag Tae along too... YES!! It's Sorted then. ' She planned in her mind.

"Tae, We need to go look for a dress I'd wear to the Bachelorette's. So you need to accompany me tomorrow." She said, unaware that her husband who was sitting on the couch, besides her, his eyes fixated on the TV screen as he played 'Over Watch' did not acknowledge a single thing she said.

No response made her look at him and call him out again.

"Tae..."

"Tae..."

"Tae..."

"Taehyung..."

"Mr. Kim..." Min Ji spoke again, touching his shoulder to shake him, but he shrugged it off.

In spite of Min Ji's repeated attempts of trying to gather his attention, the boy didn't budge.

"YAHH!! KIM TAEHYUNG!!" She shouted, annoyed that her husband ignored her entire existence, completely focused on the game.

Taehyung jumped from the couch, stumbled down to the ground, puzzled and scared out of his guts. The controller dropped on the carpet by his side with a 'thud'.

Min Ji was trying hard to suppress a loud laughter as she saw her husband's pallid appearance.

"Bahahahahaha..." She laughed, hysterically.

Taehyung stood confused, trying to figure out what just happened.

"Min Ji-Ah..." He whined, putting his headphones down at the coffee table, picking up the controller, placing it on it's proper place.

Min Ji cackled while Taehyung smiled lightly, listening to her melodious haa-hee.

"Stop It... It was not that funny." He turned to her.

"I-hh It wah-hh was..." She held her stomach and tried to calm her breathing down.

"It was sooo funny. You should've seen the look on you face... Haha..." She beamed.

"Okay Okay... Fine... Now speak up, What's the matter ? What did you want to tell me ?" Tae inquired.

"I just wanted to inform you that we're going shopping tomorrow and you're coming with me." She let out, straight.

"Oh... Okay... But that's all?" He asked and she nodded.

"Yah!! You disrupted my game because of such a mere thing." He said, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning.

"Tae... Okay... I'm sorry." Min Ji pouted as Tae turned his head to his side, away from her.

"I was thinking that I'd order Japchae for dinner today. But since you're soo annoyed with me..... " Min Ji continued.

"Japchae!!" His eyes twinkled as he drooled, visibly.

»»-—————--✧✦✧--—————-««

"Tae... Get Ready..." Min Ji whined, her husband still lying down, occupied on his phone, unaffected by what she told him.

"Kim Taehyung, I swear that I'm gonna burn your phone to ashes if you're not ready by next five minutes." Min Ji warned.

She giggled as she saw Tae immediately standing up, dropping his phone at the nightstand, stumbling on his way to the bathroom.

»»-—————--✧✦✧--—————-««

Tae locked the main door as they stepped out of their home.

"T-" Min Ji was cut off by the ringing of Taehyung's phone.

"Hello Bogum." He said, signalling Min Ji to wait for a minute as he went a bit away to talk with his friend.

A few minutes later, Tae returned, apologetic in guise.

"Look... I know that I promised you that I'd help you with the dress but Bogum's father is in the hospital and he needs my help so i need to go. I've got no other option Mini... " He was sad.

Taehyung was really a genuine friend that everyone deserved to have. He was always up for it when his friends needed him.

"It's okay, Jagiya. I'll manage everything, here. Bogum needs you right now so you should go. Don't worry about me." She assured him as she placed her hands in his.

"I owe you one for this, cupcake." He spoke.

"What's up with these nicknames? Huh?" She teased. " And you don't owe me anything." She pecked his cheek.

"What did i do to have you in my life.?" He hugged her and her cheeks flamed up.

" Taehyung-ah, Bogum might be waiting for you... Goooo...."

"Bye. I Love You." He shouted, running towards his car.

"Yahh!!! This Boy!! " Min Ji smiled to herself and shook her head in disbelief.

'Seems like I gotta do this all by myself' She thought as she mentally face-palmed.

»»-—————--✧✦✧--—————-««

Min Ji wandered from store to store looking for a suitable dress she could wear to the Bachelorette but in vain.

She was strolling through the hallway when a beautiful, metal black, bodycon, dress caught her eye.

She immediately entered the outlet, looked for her size in the dress and bolted towards the trial area.

As she was about to enter the corridor, her phone went off. She opened her handbag, looking for it and then,

"Ope!!" Min Ji squealed as she stumbled backwards but managed to retain her balance and save herself from the embarrassment of falling straight on her bum.

Min Ji bumped into another women who was storming out of the corridor, busy taking over her phone and both failed to realise the other's presence.

"Sorry!" The lady said as she bowed and dashed towards the exit.

"It's.... fine..." Min Ji said, which came out as a whisper since the woman was already out of the store by the time she uttered those words.

She shook her head and headed to the trial room.

"Yah!! Soo Jung-Ah!!!" A voice called out, behind a closed door, Min Ji just went past.

"Aye!! Come here and Help me." The voice spoke again.

Min Ji's motherly instincts rose after listening to the word "Help" so before she realized, she knocked on the door.

"Hey! There's no one outside here since you're calling out for them..." Min Ji continued "Are you alright ?? I can help you if you want me to."

There was absolute silence for good few minutes until the voice spoke up again, "Hey!! Could you please help me fix the zipper of my dress..? Since you can see my friend's already bailed out..."

Min Ji stifled a chuckle, "Yep...Sure."

The door opened which revealed the silhouette of a woman dressed in a wedding gown.

Min Ji couldn't help but remember the day of her marriage and smiled to herself.

"Here... It's Stuck!! " Her voice snapped Min Ji out of her daze.

She moved towards the woman, trying to pull it up but it didn't move.

She took a step away and stood there, analysing it, thinking of something that could be used repair it.

An idea struck her mind almost instantly as she reached out for some Vaseline from her handbag and applied it to both the edges of the zipper before pulling it up with a 'ZIG' and *VOILÀ*, it was fixed.

"Thank you so much." The woman smiled.

That's when Min Ji looked up at the woman's face but she couldn't help but feel that it look familiar.

"Do I know you? Have we met before? I think I've seen you somewhere." She inquired and let out a string of words before she could stop them from rolling off her tongue.

The look on her face turned sceptical as she could practically see the wheels turning inside woman's head.

"N-No... I don't think so." She immediately grabbed her shades before putting them on.

"Oh-Okay then... I should leave." Min Ji bowed and made her way out.

'Weird' she thought to herself.

Min Ji couldn't help but feel that she knew the women she just met.

But the thought subsided as soon as she tried her dress on. And she knew what she was gonna have on for the party.

She rushed towards the cash counter, bought the dress and made her way back home, happy to finally relax after an entire day full of exertion.

»»-—————--✧✦✧--—————-««

Min Ji stepped out of the lift, trudging towards their apartment.

She was about to open the door when she noticed a hamper with a card by it.

She picked it up, trying to figure out who could sent it to them and walked in, shutting the door behind her.

She slouched on the couch and started unboxing it.

It contained Two Exclusive Perfumes: One Chanel and One Jo Malone with an Invite to Jungkook's Wife's whose name as mentioned on the card was KANG JI NA.

It stated that Min Ji had to be ready really early tomorrow (which meant waking up even before that,,,URGHHH....) since it wasn't just the party but a trip filled with activities including all of them staying there.

"OHH GOD... I NEED TO PACK UP EVERYTHING..." Min Ji bolted towards her room, ready to complete another task so she could lay down on her bed at the earliest.

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Here she was stressed the heck out of her life waiting for what these next few weeks hold.This was it. This was the day Kim Soo Jung, Head stylist of JK's company and wife of the famous actor Kim Seok Jin, was gonna be held at the helm of being THE BEST MAID OF HONOUR. Knowing her best friend Kang Ji Na was gonna get married to the love of her life after a period of creepy stalking and one sided administration (Really pretty adjectives used by Soo Jung to make Ji Na flustered Infront of Jungkook).

She was more than happy and overwhelmed at the fact that her friend's one sided endeavours bore into fruitition and before she knew those two were marrying each other. She has to say this is one of the most happiest moments of her life. She states dramatically to her husband, right after she enters the house with cake samples and seating herself on the couch, not wasting a second to search up her contacts for best wedding dress maker.

"I thought discovering cookies and cream flavour was your happiest moment." Jin retorts while sitting beside her on the couch, with a mischievous smirk on his lips.

"You know me so well Jinnie!!" She says smiling fondly and leaning in to give him a cheek kiss.

"Did you like to rush home from work and Wow... did you bring me some cake!!" Jin says while taking the package placed on the tea table.

"Those are cake samples for Ji Na's wedding" she says while Jin opens the box and gorges over one of the sample.

"Don't knock yourself out with those cakes I too have to try and decide the best one. How do you like that one, though ?" She asks.

"Oh it's soo good I was starving" Jin says with stuffed mouth and reaches in for another sample.

"No!!! Jinnie it's not for you to eat. I have to do the taste test and find the best." She whines poutyly while snatching away the box

Jin's face dulls down with disappointment.

"Okay you can eat those but you will have to tell how each one is and help me find the best." She says.

Jin's face lightens up. "You are the best Soo Jung-Ah!!" He exclaims while taking away the box.

And like that with just a mere snap of finger, Soo Jung's one of her many jobs was done. she pats herself internally while smirking at the victory of having her strategic plan work. She hands him over the taste quality rating list with names of each flavour.

Jin does whine about work given but feels it's worth the delicious cakes he tries.

She calls in the best of all wedding planners who is also Jin's childhood friend, wedding designer whom she worked with for a huge actress's wedding having advantage of discounts and instant work.

Now the biggest deal of all, The Best Bachelorette party.

Soo Jung had planned everything before a week of wedding rolled around. She went in with Ji Na and other bridesmaids for dress fitting, approved and checked up all the wedding arrangements made by Hoseok her wedding planner, mailed all the invitations. Everything was going according to her plan until she couldn't think of a good idea for bachelorette's, which she needed to sent invite for too.

Soo Jung racked her brain while tapping her pen continuously on the edge of her planner. She took few days off and was working continuously towards her maid of honour duties

Being frustrated she thought of going out meeting other friend as she was feeling coerced and needed air to breath.

She went in and waited in the café while ordering a sweet Caramel Frappuccino.

"You know I recognised it was you just by seeing that overly creamy drink on the table without even looking at your face." Yoongi teases her while settling himself before her in the small cabin.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Soo Jung says while enjoying her drink and humming in contentment.

Yoongi just chuckles and gets himself a simple Iced Americano.

"So how is your Best Maid of Honour campaign going? " Yoongi asks.

That's when she starts to worry again about something she came here to avoid.

"I am facing an idea block for the bacherollete party." Soo Jung sulks while worrying maybe her coming to this café only wasting the precious time she has.

"Just do as we boys are doing." Yoongi remarks while looking at his phone.

"Oh yaa I forgot to ask Jinnie. What are you guys doing?" Soo Jung asks expectantly.

"Las Vegas baby!!! We always teased our youngest about taking him to Las Vegas and getting him wasted before his wedding. We know he likes Hangover movie too much. So we had to fulfill his fantasy." Yoongi lets out with excitement.

Soo Jung deflates and starts to rack brain again for ideas.

"You don't seem to like that idea..?" Yoongi claims after lifting his gaze from to the phone and meeting Soo Jung's disappointed face.

"Nah that's too typical and so unlike Ji Na she hates clubbing and getting wasted. I want to do something she loves and something she can relax with as it's gonna be her big day." Soo Jung says while sipping her coffee.

Yoongi smiles at her thinking how she cares so much about the ones she love.

"I am sure you will find something." Yoongi says while patting her head.

"I hope so." She returns him a smile.

"Oh why don't you ask Namjoon as he is Ji Na's best friend and knows her for long time too." Yoongi suggests.

"Yahh! I am Ji Na's best friend, can't you see who is the maid of honour. I don't see Namjoon picking out dresses and bouquets for her." She remarks offended.

"He is the best man.....but I thought I was your best friend." Now it's Yoongi's turn to be offended.

"Whatever he is managing Jungkook's side so he doesn't count as her best friend right now... It's complicated Yoongi. But you will always be my little meow meow." Soo Jung teases him.

"Yahh how many times I have to tell you not call me that." Yoongi spits with mild anger yet internally feeling pleased.

"Come on... I know you love it." Soo Jung teases him with mischievous grin.

Yoongi answers her only with a slurping noise of his coffee.

»»-—————--✧✦✧--—————-««

When Soo Jung reaches home she contemplates what Yoongi said. Namjoon really did know Ji Na way long than she did and having no other choice she had to step down her pride just a little bit and ask him for a few pointers regarding Ji Na's likes and dislikes.

Soo Jung waits until two telephonic bleeps and hears a hello from the other side.

" Hey Namjoon, this is Soo Jung." she introduces.

" Oh Soo Jung it's been long since we conversed.. How are your maid of honour duties going?" Namjoon asks.

" It's been great actually. You know I won't let my best friend down ever." Soo Jung remarks while emphasizing a little bit more than necessary.

Namjoon just gets amused at her kiddish saltiness towards him.

" Hmmmm..." He states after a period of awkward pause " So what did you call for...."

Soo Jung clears her throat "About that.... I was thinking of few bachelorette ideas and I did find many, like many great ideas that she may love but still do you have any suggestions about what she might enjoy." Soo Jung adds in the unwanted whipped cream to save herself after remarking herself as best friend cause clearly she doesn't have any great ideas.

"So much for being Ji Na's best friend...Huh?" Namjoon teases but doesn't give her time to retort. "She did say she loves hiking and camping." he says without giving much of a thought.

Suddenly a light bulb lightens above Soo Jung's head.

"Thank you very much Namjoon, I agree you win this time. Bye! " before Namjoon can tease her for her slip up she cuts the call.

She swiftly opens her system and looks for the hiking resort just near the venue.

She can't believe how perfect the whole deal is. Being a full day trip she wants it to be a surprise.

Soon she orders in to design and send her the invites in two days with complimentary perfumes.

Now that everything is sorted she thought she could relax but still she was a little stressed about how whole plan will turn out.

Next day she shopped secretly for everything she needed for the party and came back home, exhausted.

Having taken off she gave all her responsibilities to her assistant who was great at her work but still Soo Jung preferred to not risk it and checked before finalizing everything.

She started to work on her real job while settling herself comfortably on bed.

"Soo Jung-Ah! finally I caught in your natural habitat otherwise you were out as a light by the time I returned." He says while settling himself beside her and cuddling her up.

"Aww Jinnie I missed you too" Soo Jung said while keeping her work aside and started playing with Jin's hair while looking at beautiful black-brown orbs.

"You are doing great my wife. I can say you are The Best Maid Of Honour." Jin states while intertwining their fingers together, pressing a fond kiss on her hand that he held in his.

" Do you think this will earn you browny points and I will let you off the hook for whatever mischief you have planned for." Soo Jung remarks sceptically.

"Noo... Jagiya I mean it." Jin states with sincerity. "You have been working so hard I am proud of you." Jin looks at her with a smile.

Soo Jung has nothing to say to her husbands's soft demeanour so just smiles with cheeks tinted in a shade of pink.

"But yaa it was so evil of you to manipulate me into helping you to select a cake for you. Now my trainer wants me to work half an hour extra otherwise I might look like a dumpling on screen." Jin whines poutyly.

Soo Jung can't help but laugh out loud at the prospect of being caught and also feeling fuzzy over the fact that Jin caught on to her plan.

"It's okay Jinnie your fans will still coo over you saying how you look like a cute dumpling, All puffy." Soo Jung mocks his crazy fan following.

"Somebody seems to be jealous." Jin remarks with a mischievous grin.

"Why would I when I have the real deal and besides you aren't my favourite actor either." Soo Jung states while leaving the room to prepare dinner.

Jin falters at her sudden motion and starts whining about what she just said.

»»-—————--✧✦✧--—————-««

The days roll by and soon the day of the trip comes around. She wakes up way earlier than anyone to pick up everything she needs and order the van to reach the venue.

Now all she has to do is pick up the bride.

Soo Jung gives Ji Na a heads-up and is glad to see she received her call.

Ji Na having a good life style habits unlike Soo Jung is way more in a better condition in the mornings.

Soo Jung is far from being a morning person but she has to push herself for her best friend.

She rushes her to the venue and see's most of the girls have arrived. Soo Jung invited all of the girl group members Ji Na trained and debuted with before starting her solo career. Even after going solo she tend to be in good connection with most of them.

Soo Jung see's a really pretty woman approach whom she kind of recognise from some where but can't put the finger on.

°°°°°°YESTERDAY; IN THE SAME STORE°°°°°°

Ji Na was assessing her gown when she heard a knock on the door of her trial room followed by her best friend calling her out.

Ji Na opened the door only to reveal a stunned Soo Jung who eyed her up and down, examing Ji na's dress.

Soo Jung was mesmerized to see her friend in a princess wedding gown.

"Whoa... You look FANTABULOUS!! " She exclaimed.

"Thank You" Ji na blushed at the compliment. "But Where did you disappear?" She asked strictly. "If it would've been for that lady I would've still been holding up the dress and standing lonesome, calling your name out like a fanatic in the empty area. But thanks to no one other than you, that lady was about to recognise me and my identity was just a bit away from being revealed." Ji na blabbered.

"JI... Calm down. PLEASE. My assistant called me to inform about a sudden fiasco regarding your Bachelorette party so I went out to sort them up a bit. I'm thankful that the women was at the right place at right time and happy that she wasn't one of your crazy fangirls." Soo Jung says, grateful.

Ji na passed her a mix of an annoyed and a 'yeah-yeah' look.

"I feel kinda Guilty tho..." Soo Jung continued seeing a big 'WHY ?' written on her best friend's face. "Actually, on my way out, I bumped into a woman and if she would'nt have had balanced herself, she could've fallen down. And i was in such a hurry that i didn't even apologize properly."

"It's okay, hun... Rhe next time you meet her, if it be, then you can repent over this." Ji na patted her shoulder. "But for now.... We need to look for dresses we'd wear to the Bachelorette now that my wedding gown has been finalized." Ji na reminded.

Both the women went out and started looking out for a dress as per their preference.

°°°°°°°° PRESENT; BACK TO THE TRIP °°°°°°°°

When she realised where she recognised the women from, she immediately looked away away, her back facing the woman approaching her, now.

Ji na saw Soo Jung standing awkwardly, so she approached her.

"What's wrong??" She asked.

"That woman from the shop, she's a guest at your party." Soo Jung confessed, embarrassed.

Ji Na looked over her friend's shoulder, "Ohh Shit!!", her eyes turned wide as she rotated in her stance too.

"You know her too?" Soo Jung asks a bit muddled.

"She was the one who helped me with my zipper the other day and then things were left on an itchy note." Ji Na clears it.

"So she was the one who you bumped into." Ji na says and Soo Jung nods her head as an answer.

The best friends stood there uneasily for a good amount of time until Ji na felt a hand tap at her shoulder which forced her to look at the bearer of the hand, but she whirls Soo Jung along with herself, both smothering a guilty look.

The woman's expressions falter a bit but transform into a smile soon. "Hey! I am Kim Min Ji, Taehyung's wife " She states chirpily.

The faces of both Soo Jung and Ji Na retorts into confused expressions.

"Hi... Sorry for yester-" Soo Jung gets cut in between.

"Sorry about what.....oh about the incident where we bumped into each other yesterday." Min Ji states calmly.

"Yup I was the one who suddenly left Ji Na alone. It's just I had learnt my assistant did this huge blunder....." Soo Jung starts to explain herself.

"It's completely fine... You don't have have to give me any explanation and no need to be awkward. You are Maid of Honour for lords sake... I can understand the pressure you have. The time's have passed by soo let's start anew, shan't we ?" Min Ji said as she put her hand forward in front of Soo Jung.

Soo Jung looked puzzled at Ji Na who was too shocked herself.

"Yeah... Yeah, for sure... You're right! Nice to meet you Min Ji... I'm Soo Jung by the way, Jin's Wife." Soo Jung smiled, taking Min Ji's hand for a hand-shake.

"Ms. Kang Ji Na or should i say soon-to-be Mrs Jeon Ji Na, the idol and bride-to-be. You looked soo familiar." Min Ji states with a warm smile.

"Hello Min Ji! I'm sorry, I'm just not used to be in public that way..." Ji Na confessed.

"It's completely fine..." Min Ji says as she leans in for a hug.

"I am glad you made it. It's really good to meet after so long. Jungkook tells a lot about you and Taehyung." Ji na states.

"I'm happy to meet you in person too Ji na..." Min Ji let's out.

AND THAT WAS ENOUGH TO BREAK THE ICE BETWEEN THEM.

"It's bizarre about how we never met even after the boys being such good friends..." Soo Jung turns to her for an excited hug.

"So what are we gonna do today..??" Ji na inquired.

"Let me present the amazing plans you have today, as this is your last day before you forget us for ethereal fiance of yours." Soo Jung teases and Ji Na can't help but start blushing.

The trip starts off with you guys changing into hiking attires to enjoy the mini hiking trip Soo Jung planned.

Ji Na seemed to be thrilled and very much after knowing the day Soo Jung planned.

All of the girls start excited for the perfect view the top most peak holds.

Hiking enthusiastically Soo Jung seemed to enjoy the trip. Being not much of active person herself the idea of hiking wouldn't much of a liking for her personally but when it comes to Ji Na she seems to be the opposite.

Soo Jung starts to breathe in the fresh crisp air and loved how the birds chirped pretty while she was surrounded by the lushious green trees with healthy sunshine peaked through the canopy when she looked up.

Everything seemed fine until..... halfway she suddenly remembered why she despised hiking.

Breathing heavy she tried to catch up with others but she can't permit it herself. She was just thankful Min Ji didn't leave her side purely through concern. Suddenly Soo Jung felt a cramp on her side.

She still tried to walk in failing a little by twisted her ankle. She just stood there cursing the person who mentioned to her that hiking was an amazing plan. 'Who was that Satan... Obviously it was Namjoon!!' she face palmed herself.

Min Ji faltered in her steps seeing Soo Jung was left behind. She approached her tired face.

"Are you okay, we can wait in the café which is just a minute away. Will you able to hang in till then?" Min Ji bent down to look at Soo Jung like a person would speak to a child hurt.

"I am fine....ouch..." Soo Jung moaned while trying to walk.

"Oh you seemed to have bent your ankle. It's fine let's just settle ourselves there." She says and guides Soo Jung to nearby artificial tree trunk fashioned bench.

"I can't believe I chose hiking of all activities. I know Ji Na loves it but I should I have known it would have been a bummer to me.....so much for asking Namjoon for advice." Soo Jung snorts.

Min Ji laughs at Soo Jung's childish bitterness.

"It's okay you can see Ji Na is having fun. So you did a great job. Don't be too hard on yourself." Min Ji comforts.

" Do you like hiking ???" Soo Jung asks for the sake of having conversation flow.

"I am neutral towards it. But I do love camping. I am looking forward to that." Min Ji remarks.

"Ohh I love camping too since I was a child. It used be the only reason I went camping. For amazing s'mores and playing funny yet memorable games with my friends. Those were some good days." Soo Just states while reminiscing her past camping memories which she can't forget about.

According to her those were the best of the summers she ever had.

"Same. I loved camping as a child too. It used to be the best part my summer. I used to love treasure hunting and all the team work we used to put in. It used to be so exhilarating as a kid." Min Ji states with admiration.

Soo Jung makes a agreeable noise.

"Which camp did y-" Soo Jung got cut off by Ji Na coming there way.

"Are you okay Soo Jung-Ah ?? I noticed you weren't with us in the café so I came back searching, did you hurt yourself?? " Ji Na asks concerned.

"No I am fine just sprained my ankle a little. Everything is good and dandy other than that." Soo Jung tries to cheer up to not worry Ji Na.

»»-—————--✧✦✧--—————-««

Soon with her friend's assistance, Soo Jung finally reached the peak. When she takes in the beauty all her anger towards hiking washes away.

Now after having comforting spa treatments all of them get ready for the bon fire party arranged in the camping site.

Soo Jung brought in the most comfy sweaters with pjs to wear and she created a unique one with bride to be embroidery for Ji Na.

Then all of the girls gathered around the bon fire to enjoy marshmallows with some booze.

All of it brought back soo many memories and Soo Jung couldn't help but feel warm that she is feeling the same endearment she felt when she was a little girl. With all the girls camping huddled up and cozied in one blanket, all of them enjoyed some amazing barbeque with delicious s'mores.

S'mores aroma and sticky yet amazing texture always brought back her childhood.

At the end all the girls played some random games like never have I ever and chatted about random things while being tipsy.

»»-—————--✧✦✧--—————-««

Next day they woke up, the sun peering through tent they crashed in and heard the most pleasing birds chirping.

Soo Jung exited the tent to see Min Ji and Ji Na already awake yet groggy sitting on the grass while sitting curled up by bringing their arms towards chest as if to protect themselves from the chill yet soothing spring early morning.

Soo Jung joined in while settling herself on the prickly yet fresh dewy grass.

She started to look at the beautiful butterflies which were on for their honey hunt. At the moment she felt the most peaceful in days.

"Last night was so amazing. I loved every second of the camping Soo Jung-Ah. Thank you for such an amazing surprise, Chingu-Ah." Ji Na said while hugging her Maid Of Honour lovingly.

"Anything for you..." Soo Jung returned a smile filled with warmth.

"How long do you guys know each other?" Min Ji asks curious.

"For five years or so right after she started her solo career I became her stylist and now her best friend. But it seems like I know her forever" Soo Jung remarks clearly admiring her friendship.

"Oh I was meaning to say this, I am a fan of your work and it completely reflects how creative you are, in the way you planned this trip. I enjoyed myself alot. It was just so.." Min Ji's fond ordeal is continued by Ji Na.

"Nostalgic... Right ?" Ji Na said.

"Yeahh.... Exactly..." MinJi let out.

"I felt that too" Soo Jung affirmed.

All of them start to giggle at the similarity and sat in comfortable silence remembering their childhood.

»»-—————--✧✦✧--—————-««

The same evening the party kicks in the resort with loads of champagne. All the girls dress in their fanciest out fits looking all glamorous. Soo Jung gets ready along with Ji Na and Min Ji.

Ji Na's Dress :

Soo Jung's Dress :

Min Ji's Dress :

Soo Jung feel pleased to see everyone having fun and sips her drink in the corner.

All the start usher Soo Jung to make a toast. Soo Jung getting a little embarrassed just states how much she loves Ji Na and jokes about she might be the only fan who actually got to marry her idol.

Music started to create an amazing vibe for everyone to enjoy themselves. Ji Na's fellow idol friends performed one of their hit songs as a girl group and she herself joined in.

Soo Jung did plan few drinking game to get Ji Na wasted.

"Drink if you are married." Hwasa proposed which let to some of you take in the shot except for Ji Na who was forced into drinking any way as she was bride-to- be.

"Take a shot if you texted some one four hours straight." Irene remarks.

Soo Jung glares at Ji Na who seems to avoid taking a shot.

"Does it even count if you don't get a reply." Ji Na whines with defense.

"It sure does honey..." Hwasa states who is a little drunk herself and forces her to chug the drink. Everyone fall into a giggling fit even though things did not seem to be as funny. It's just every body seems to be tipsy.

"Take a shot if you met a movie star." Ji Na remarks with ulterior motive of revenge.

"Jin is not a movie star he is just an actor." Soo Jung remarks catching on her motives but fails as she is forced to take two more for denying.

By the time clock hits one all of the guests blacked out drunk chatting nonsense and some of them just moving to the beat.

Soo Jung cares for the safety of all the girls and ushers to their rooms to sober them up cause she really can't afford to ruin the wedding tomorrow.

After having a lovely day, Soo Jung feels a rush of relief wash over her. She relaxed for a while looking at her planner for further activities then realised she didn't check up on the boys.

She scrambles in for her phone on the nightstand.

Jungkook:What are... 2:55am

Ddeokdinnie:we are... Wednesday

Soo Jung opens in Jin's text first.

Ddeokdinnie[9:04am]: We are half way to Las Vegas

[ Photo sent]

Ddeokdinnie[11:01]:We just checked in to our rooms. We sure gonna show a nice time to Jungkook-Ah, but that kid seems to have his brain elsewhere. So much for bringing him up to be a fool he is now🤦🏻‍♂️.

Ddeokdinnie [1:55pm]: You seem to be busy.Enjoy!

Ddeokdinnie [2:05am]: i m gld u ennjoying.i miss u....

Soo Jung can't help but smile at the small miss you which seems to be written after having right shots of soju.

Soo Jung replies Jin that they are safe and adds in a miss you and love you.

Now she goes to the attend Jungkook's text as the lover boy seems to be really brought up by Jinnie. Soo Jung chuckles reminiscing Jin's hypocrisy and opens the text with no intend to reply just to exhilarate him. Clearly in non positive ways.

Tsundure turned lover boy[1:05am] : I know Soo Jung you might have taken her phone away give it back to my Ji Na.

Tsundure turned lover boy[2:55am]:What are guys doing. I just wanted to check in if Ji Na was having fun......Let me know how she is.

Soo Jung coo's over Jungkook's adorable concern and feels tempted to message him back. But she doesn't, wanting to tease him a little and knowing he would pester Jin or Tae for the information anyway.

Soo Jung soon forces herself to sleep as she still has a lot of responsibility as a maid of honour and reminds her that this is not the end.

Next day she wakes up to the harsh ringtone of her phone.

"Hello..." She answers with scratchy voice.

"Hey...Soo Jung, This is Hobi. You seem to be still asleep. Seems like yesterday was wild. I have arrived to the venue...."

Soo Jung glances her watch too see she is late.

"Oh God I overslept I should have not participated in those drinking games.....I will be there soo just give me five. You are already aware of plans please follow through." Soo Jung states while hurriedly rushing to her closet and hanging up before Hobi finishes his okay.

❖ ── ✦ ── ✧ ─ ◈ ─ ✧ ── ✦ ── ❖

The D-day came when the heart throb of millions of women round the globe Mr. Jeon Jungkook,kpop idol turned camera director was going to be someone's man and the luckiest girl who had been chosen for him by the gods above was none other than Ms. Kang Ji Na, kpop idol who is not as much as famous as jungkook but still made a little space in the hearts of netizens with her charm, dignity and hard work which never let downs her fans.

They both were more like a couple made in heaven. It was like as if a committee was setup in the ethereal heaven with various gods, goddesses and angels discussing over who should marry jungkook and how to make his wedding one of the best ones the universe had ever experienced.

There was golden silence in the room until the alarm popped out of no where and kept roaring like a wild cat.

Ji na gave it a few hits as if it were her own fiendish child weeping to get his things done and she trying to keep his mouth shut.

"Ji na, get up!!!" yelled her mom.

"Eomma...five more minutes..." moaned Ji na,trying hard to overcome the state she was in.

"You can't still be asking for five more minutes like you always do pabo...its your wedding day and you have loads to do." told her mom in one go.

On hearing that she gets up at the speed of light.

"AHHH!!! It's my important day. How did I forget?? Eomma, I still cant believe I'm getting married. Its happening..OMG I'm soo nervous." she says exhilaratingly.

Her mom is rather a calm lady unlike Ji na who couldn't hold up her emotions that well and state to tear up for no reason.

Her mom plants a kiss on Ji na's forehead as a sign to make her calm down.

"Eomma, can you pinch me...cause I cant believe I'm actually getting hitched up with Jungkook." says Ji na frantically.

Her mom considers it to be her one and only best and the last chance to take revenge from her daughter for troubling and teasing her from the day she was born.

She pinches Ji na so hard that her entire body suffers from redness and make her look like a cherry.

"AHHHHH!!!!!! Eomma not that hard..You shouldn't be taking your grudge on your young, beautiful daughter like this.." tells Ji na rubbing the spot where her mom gave her a mark that's probably gonna last till she dies.

"It was a pay back Ji na..its nothing when compared to how you made me suffer by living in LA and leaving me alone in korea.." exclaims her mom.

Ji na gives her mom a tight hug and a peck on her cheek..

The door which was kept ajar opens in the blink of an eye and there stands a 5 '11" tall, young man with black hair which doubtlessly looks like a dense enchanted forest.

Ji na looses her grip on her mom and jumps onto the man like a tigress coming for her prey and he catches her softly in his arms and Pat's her back.

"NAMJOONAH!! You arent supposed to be here." lies ji na who missed him a lot and wanted to see him very badly.

"What is Jungkook doing?" inquired Ji na letting loose of namjoon.

"He panicked when you didn't pick up his call..he called you numerous times and he ended up sending me here to check on you" complained namjoon.

"Oh shit!! I didn't check my phone from last night... SooJung and MinJi made me drink FIVE FULL SHOTS of soju at the bachelorette's. You know that I get drunk with just one shot ..it took me time to sober up" she exclaimed.

"Umm I see...I guess you guys had a lot of fun at the party while we kept wondering what you guys were doing and just wasted our precious time at ours." Namjoon complained rubbing his finger on his chin.

"Don't lie joonie!! You guys went to Las Vegas for your bachelor's while we stayed back at here. That explains how you guys enjoyed a lot more than we did." Whined Ji na holding both her hands firmly to her waist.

"I wish what you said was true. We indeed went to Las Vegas, but the party got messed up and Kookie ended up drinking like a monster, chanting your name and crying like a baby and we were thrown out of the bar for his behaviour..." Namjoon sighed.

Ji na couldn't control her cackle and laughed out loud, " I wish I could see him like that".

"Namjoon, I think you should leave now and help your brother. It's an important day for him, TODAY." interrupted Ji na's mom.

She quickly yeeted Ji na into her bath room asking her to get herself a shower. Namjoon smiled and made his way out of the room.

But before Namjoon left the room Ji na shouted, "OPPA!! Tell jungkook that I love him and I love you too oppa....BYE!!!"

Namjoon quickly peeked through the door and gave her a big smile showing off his cute dimples.

Ji na took off her clothes in the bath room and made her way into the shower. She drenched her whole goddess figure with water. After 5 minutes of standing like a statue in the shower, she grabbed the shampoo and manipulated it on her hair until her hair oozed out with foam.

She tried to style her hair with foam and acted like the character she was in and also tried to add up karaoke to her performance.

She finished her so called bathroom concert and dabbed her damp, trickling body with a fluffy towel and came out of her bathroom with a thick bathrobe.

As soon as she came out she was yeeted onto her bed by two beautiful women who were indeed her best friends.

"SOOJUNG , MIN JI ....you scared me to death... GOSH..." she stuttered.

The maid of honour, Mrs. Kim Soo Jung and The bride's entourage, Mrs. Kim Min Ji are twinning in a beige sheath silhouette and the hemline reaching their ankle.

"Here!! Ji na take off that robe" SooJung said plainly.

"YAHHH!!! What are your intentions??? I'm gonna complain about you two to my husband" Ji na joked.

The three of them kept laughing for a while.

"We came here to help you with your make up,hair and your dress Ji na" MinJi exhaled.

"Oh!!that's great, So we'll start now" smiled Ji na switching her mood.

Soojung helped Ji na style her dress . The wedding gown was a ball silhouette which had a transparent fabric at the back with a zipper and her bust being a bit revealing in the front . The gown was extremely long with beautiful embroidery sewn on the hemline.

The fabric at her back was see-through and glittery which made Ji na's beautiful back on display for everyone to watch.

Min ji helped Ji na with her bridal make up and fixed her long locks.

»»-—————--✧✦✧--—————-««

The bride's family arrived at the hotel where the ceremony was about to take place. They were greeted into the hotel by the hotel staff.

Simultaneously, the groom's family also arrives.

Min ji and Soo jung swiftly grabbed Ji na's hand and they ran to their hotel room.

"YAHH! Leave my hand...it hurts" Ji na complains.

" I'm sorry Ji na, But you know it's considered bad luck for you both to see each other before marriage " explain MinJi.

Ji na keeps dreaming of her past about how jungkook hated her like hell and later falling hard for her after coming to know the real her.

A sudden beep of her phone breaks her reverie. Before Ji na could check her phone Soo jung yanks it from her hand.

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25 Oct,2020

4.00 pm

          I want you to meet me in room no.275 in 15. Come soon sweet heart. I'll be waiting for you.

                                                         Love- Jungkook

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" Umm...so you guys are planning to meet before the wedding huh!! You very clearly know that we are never letting that happen" bawls Soo jung.

"But......I want to see him very badly." Pouts Ji na.

" Soo jung, let's prank Jungkook by sending Tae instead of Ji na" says MinJi enthusiastically ignoring Ji na.

"That's a great idea!! I'll message Jungkook telling him to put a blind fold so that he won't know its Tae.." grins Soo jung while texting Jungkook.

The both ladies end up dressing Taehyung into Ji na's spare wedding gown and decorating his head with a large wig. They lock Ji na in the hotel room and follow Taehyung .

Taehyung quickly knocks the door twice where Jungkook was waiting in and enters the room valorously while the two young ladies tip toe into the room and hide behind the couch for a better view of the drama they were gonna encounter.

Jungkook yanks Taehyung into his arms and holds him tightly not giving him enough space to breathe.

" Bae!! You've turned a lot more muscular than the last time I saw you. Don’t you think you've been gyming a lot these days?" Said the blind folded man, vigorously kissing Taehyung's neck.

Taehyung couldn't stop his guffaw .Jungkook takes off his blindfold on hearing a manly sound. To his damn, God for saken surprise, he found three familiar personalities rolling on the floor and laughing their heart out.

He feels extremely abashed and his cheeks turn red as an apple from the embarrassment he faced then.

" You really thought it was easy for you to meet Ji na before your wedding. Didn't you ?" Laughed Min ji holding her painful stomach .

Jungkook was completely speechless at that point and he couldn't utter a word to defend himself. The three of them kept teasing him and enjoyed themselves laughing at the awkward Jungkook.

»»-—————--✧✦✧--—————-««

Now, the actual deal of the day was to come about. Jungkook and Ji na were just 30 minutes away from starting their new lives together and annexing their names with each other.

The wedding hall was pervaded with a horde of dignified guests seated on their respective tables on the either side of the aisle.

Jungkook's parents positioned themselves on the left side of the aisle on the stage while Ji na's parents installed themselves onto the right side of the aisle. Both the elderly couples were dressed in their traditional hanbok while the other family members and the guests designed themselves with modern western style.

The wedding hall was beautifully decorated with flowers and so the hall was filled with fragrance of those beautiful flowers. There were daisies, calla lilies, ranunculus, tulips, roses of different shades etc. There were wedding curtains here and there which camouflaged with the tint of those beautiful flowers. And not to forget about the sweet strains of classical music that drifted through the crowd.

Jungkook was stunning in a single-breasted charcoal tuxedo with a white wing collar shirt and a cute black bow tied around his neck line with some artificial white calla lily along with it's buds worn on the lapel of the tuxedo. He situated himself on the dais afore the aisle.

The guest tables were crammed with few costly goodies of dryfruits, champagne bottles, distilled water bottles and few pre wedding photo cards of Jungkook and Ji na.

The bride's maids accompanied Ji na to the aisle helping her hold her long gown. Ji na stood idle for a while at one end of the aisle meeting her eyes with Jungkook's who stood at the other end. All the heads turned to face the far end of the walk. The music stopped and the opening to the bridal chorus began to play.

Jungkook couldn't help but stare and grin at his gorgeous wife-to-be.

*****Jungkook's P.O.V*****

I couldn't believe my eyes. I know, Ji na is beautiful but I never thought she'd look absolutely stunning in a wedding dress. If I knew it before then I'd asked her to wear it every time we met. My eyes stopped listening to my brain and started to tear up in happiness .It was obvious cause it is the first time that my eyes encountered the most beautiful thing in the world,my dearest Ji na-Ssi. But I still managed to roll back few droplets just to ensure nobody would make fun of me after.

The dress perfectly fitted onto her. I couldn't help but notice her flawless love handles. I even cursed and swallowed harshly when Ji na stood before me like that.

She wore a Cinderella ball gown with embroidery on her bodice. Rhine stones and Pearls were sewn on her gown that matched her crystal head piece. She held a French rose silk bouquet. When she began to walk towards me my heart beat matched with her pace. It started beating so fast that I thought it'll probably gonna tear up my chest.

The way she looked at me when she started to walk towards me had sent an arrow that pierced through my heart.

»»-—————--✧✦✧--—————-««

Ji na positioned herself beside Jungkook a feet away from him, but he managed to pull her towards him by her waist. She gave a warming look at him with a big smile on her face. And jungkook grabbed a chance to give a peck on her cheek.

"Cherished family members and honoured guests, I would like to thank each of you for coming out this evening", the preacher on the podium spoke.

" Let us begin by offering thanks to the lord on this wonderful day", all of them bowed their heads and he prayed.

The preacher led them through their vows and it was time for the exchange of rings. Both of them slipped their rings on each others fingers.

" By the power vested on me, I now proclaim you both husband and wife. Now, You may kiss the bride." the preacher ordered.

Jungkook leaned forward onto Ji na and kissed her plump lips placing his hands on her shoulder.

The emcee of the ceremony was elected to be Mr. Kim Seokjin, actor and best friend of Jungkook. He performed his duties very well from guiding the guests to introducing the cake cutting and bouquet throwing activities at the end of the wedding by cracking jokes in between that kept the guests entertained.

Jin announced the dinner and the hotel staff placed the delicious food before the guests guided by jimin who took the charge of catering .

Mean while Ji na and Jungkook left the hall to change their outfit into a comfortable one. The Best Man and Maid of Honour trailed behind them to help them.

Jungkook followed Ji na to her room but the bridesmaid's successfully shoo-ed him away.

They returned to the hall and sat beside each other on the podium. Jin handed over his mic to his beloved wife to give a speech and so the entertainment continued as each of their friends started singing,dancing and giving speeches for them. Jungkook even managed to pull Ji na to dance with him.

After the commencement of their evening, the guests were offered dessert and the couple went back again to change their outfits into traditional korean hanbok.

They returned the hall holding each others hand and greeted each and every guest at their respective tables. The guests stood up at their places pausing for hugs and kisses congratulating the young couple and giving them beautiful gifts.

Jungkook managed to invite south korean president and the first lady who just arrived at the time the newly weds were greeting their guests. The older couple congratulated the younger ones and handed over a venus flower basket which has a great reason to it's own. In Japan it symbolizes " till death do us part". They helped them reach out safely, greeted them once again for accepting their invitation and returned back into the hall.

Ji na then turned around throwing her bouquet behind her. The women collided with each other as they tried to catch it.

Jungkook and Ji na ran to the decorated Ferrari that waited for them. Taehyung and Jin tried to stop both of them from escaping, just to tease them.

Taehyung tried hard not to step on Ji na's long trail that brushed the ground as they ran. They were so quick to get away. Jungkook jumped in the driver's seat helping Ji na settle herself in the passenger seat. Jungkook took off as if it were a race. The ribbons, twisted coils whisked in the wind behind them.

The happily married couple left the hotel all by themselves to get few dates and chest nuts for the pybaek ceremony held at Ji na's in-laws place.

"I'm not gonna speak to you, Ji na . You hurted me...", said jungkook seriously steering .

"What did I do kookie?" Ji na cried out.

"Firstly, you didn't show up when I texted you. And worst of all you sent Taehyung instead. You know how they made fun of me", complained Jungkook.

" I sent you a sorry text later sweet heart", Ji na defended herself.

Jungkook gave Ji na a staid glare.

" And secondly, you've distracted me during the entire wedding with that sexy dress of yours and ofcourse your seductive figure. My mom caught me eyeing your provocative figure and she gave me a death glare...", pouted Jungkook.

Ji na chuckled and leaned forward to give Jungkook a quick kiss and settled herself to where she was before.

" Are you tryna give me a ROADHEAD baby girl. I'm ready for it . Go on", Jungkook laughed.

"STOP KOOKIE!!! You're so shameless. There are people here", shouted Ji na cutting her eye contact with Jungkook's and blushing all herself.

Jungkook halts his car at the parking of the store and both of them entered the store merrily.

Ji na let goes jungkook's hand in the store helping herself to find a small pack of nuts. After 15 minutes of struggling, she eventually finds the perfect sized pack.

She turns to face her husband to show him what she got. To her surprise she finds him standing at the bill counter with a large pack which is half of his height.

Ji na quickly grabs Jungkook out of the queue .

" What are you doing Ji na? You cant see I'm paying up there!! " Jungkook yells.

" Is this whole packet for the entire family? Pybaek's only for us bae. We dont need a larger pack." Ji na explains while throwing the large one to where it was before.

" I want you to collect as many nuts as possible with your skirt at pybaek so that we'll have many kids." Jungkook says in a matter of fact tone.

" This man's probably gonna kill me with those looks some day and he never forgets to embarrass me everywhere " she thought to her self hitting her palm on her forehead .

She grabs Jungkook by his hand,paying off at the counter for the packet and yeeting him into their car.

Jungkook trails behind her silently and gives her a soft kiss and they're off to their destination.

»»-—————--✧✦✧--—————-««

Both the couple arrive at Jungkook's lavish house and his parents greeted the young couple into their house. Ji na handed over the packet to her mother in law .

Both of them entered the hall way which was crowded with their friends and family members.

" You were fast kid. Both of you ran as if you were eloping." said Jin bursting out his wind shielded laugh.

" I realized that if we both stayed there you and your wife were never going to let us breathe. So we had to do that." replied Jungkook with a poker face.

" Let us begin the ceremony. " called out jungkook's mom.

Ji na and jungkook sit facing eachother beside the table decorated with chestnuts and dates.

Ji na and jungkook hold a white apron from both it's ends and his parents threw them towards the newly weds. Jungkook gives his 100% , catching everything without missing a single seed. Ji na couldn't stop but give jungkook a kiss on his cheek for his extraordinary performance .

The number caught signifies the no. of girls (dates) and boys (chestnuts) they would bear in future.

Later Jungkook lifts Ji na on his back and gives her a ride to denote his strength which is a part of ceremony.

Jungkook places a chestnut between his lips and its Ji na's turn now to take a bite from his mouth.

All of their friends and family members cheer them and enjoy themselves with the drinks and so the wedding day ended on a happy note.

»»-—————--✧✦✧--—————-««

The next day Jungkook wakes up first yet late after their first official first night from a state where Jungkook back hugged Ji na tightly, protecting her from the cold breeze and their duvet being tangled up between their legs.

He quickly gives Ji na a cute sleep peck on her forehead and goes out into their new kitchen to make her breakfast.

After a while, he comes back with two cups of caffé latte along with croissants and wakes his wifey up.

" WOW!!! I'm quite impressed. " exclaims Ji na giving him a kiss to appreciate his efforts.

" I did this only to get a kiss from you and now my mission is successful." he says joyfully plonking on the bed beside Ji na.

»»-—————--✧✦✧--—————-««

A sharp door bell breaks Ji na and Jungkook apart who were probably enjoying their best quality time watching a movie while cuddling each other. Jungkook curses even without knowing who showed up at their home, gets up angrily to attend the door.

As he opened the door he hears a loud thud followed by metallic sheet pieces, ribbons falling straight on his head.

When he recovers from the unexpected blast he sees his's and Ji na's friends standing with balloons, party supplies and beverages.

They hug Jungkook and run into his house without his permission. He stands there for a while with a poker face and ofcourse crying internally for the interruption they caused.

He closes the door and returns to where ji na is.

" Jungkook-ah, sorry for the intervention. It's been a long time since our last meet so we just came here to see you both. ", explains Taehyung.

'It was yesterday we last met . This bastard is getting on my nerves' Jungkook thought to himself giving him a fake smile and crying internally.

Ji na senses Jungkook's annoyance and tries to calm him down, simultaneously, greeting the guests trying hard not to show them how they actually feel.

" It's been so long we all sat together like this. So I thought it would be a great around every one and come to breach our lovely weds time." Namjoon wiggled his eyebrows teasingly while Jungkook got more pissed.

"Oh my God I just asked Jungkook to watch it with me. I myself was really looking forward to it. It's gonna be amazing view from our balcony.I am glad you brought in all of us together." Ji Na states excited but yet feels the longing gaze Jungkook gives.

" This was gonna be our thing, You spoiled it hyung." Jungkook whined poutyly but Ji Na pulled him closer to comfort the giant man child.

Soon every body gathered in the balcony. With some Chinese take out brought in by the considerate Jimin.

Namjoon started to adjust the telescope to view the shower more precisely to be able to witness it's beauty.

All started to anticipate the meteor shower to start soon as per the live news shown on the internet. All just cuddled up in their blankets and fell into random conversations.

Couples start to get sappy to which the single boys started to mock yet all were grateful to have their loved ones together to witness something that will happen only few times in a period of human existence.

"So what were you guys doing fifteen years back." Taehyung asks

"You know, we were just a bunch of dorky kids who wouldn't even care about once in a life time astronomical deals, it was characterized nerdy." Yoongi retorts sarcastically.

" That was the reason I didn't invite you guys then." Namjoon states silently while still peering through the telescope.

" Oh God!! I saw one. Guys!!! it's happening!! " Namjoon states excited as if he were the same kid fifteen years ago.

Soon the meteors start falling through distinct sky appearing like beautiful splinters of fire which can be explained as the fireworks made by nature.

Along with Namjoon all others start to get excited and some of them start jiggling around happily while holding to the balcony reeling.

The maknaes pushed their hyung to try and see the meteors a little nearer through the only telescope.

While staring with lightened smile MinJi states" I remember seeing this while camping when I was eleven with two of my best friends. It was one of the most beautiful thing I ever witnessed and that with them along with me. It's nostalgic seeing it again today", said with her eyes sparkling.

Soo Jung gets a little confused " What a coincidence I saw the meteor shower in a summer camp with my friends too."

Ji Na can't help but cut in and she felt a chill run down her spine for such an absurd coincidence the world has ever played on them.

"So Min.... Minty, Oh God Min Ji!! Are you MINTY POO?" Ji Na shouts shocked.

"That means, Soo Jung you are SOJU BUN !!" MinJi exclaims.

Now all of them just look at themselves in silence

"What are you long lost sisters or something..?" Yoongi remarks sarcastically while not being able to digest the trio's exaggerated expressions.

All of them just start giggling together as what Yoongi said was actually close to reality.

"Some thing like that, Yoongi... All of us went to the same summer camp when we were eleven that's where we know each other from." Soo Jung enunciates.

" Wow!! I can't believe this can all be coincidental and it's so absurd we didn't realize this till today." Ji Na states still in daze about the new found information.

" It's okay Jiffy Bugga..." Soo Jung teases.

" I can't believe we found each other again. I missed you guys so much after I left the summer camp. I still get dew-eyed thinking about our memories." Min Ji says while pulling the two girls for a group hug.

"W-Wha-Ba-Hahaha... " Taehyung cracks up listening to his wife's name. "Minty poo!! " He says breathely, earning a slap on his arm from MinJi herself.

"Soju Bun huh. Should have told me sooner." Jin teases Soo Jung while patting her head.

Soo Jung kicks him to his shin and he exclaims way dramatically than the actual pain.

" I just meant that I don't need real SOJU when i have you." He says, agonizing in pain while Soo Jung side eyes him.

On seeing their hyung suffer like that, all the boys who were previously laughing, instantly shut up while Jungkook who was about to taunt Ji na with her nick name clamps his mouth up too.

After the girls stop getting perplexed and emotional about there unexpected reunion they pull a toast for life and how things can turn out so unexpected.

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[siebenschoen]

there’s reason to believe

fandom: the wayhaven chronicles

pairing: (m!detective x Ava)

warnings: angst and almost love confessions; part of a February Prompt list: day 3 - snowfall

it was fun to explore Janosch’s character and his relationship with Ava a bit more, but I'm also glad it's done now and I don't have to stare at my screen any longer.

summary: It’s cold outside when Janosch decides that he deserves to know.

It’s cold in his office. Almost freezing. Janosch pulls the zipper of his jacket up and kicks the heater. It doesn’t really help. He sighs and thinks about doing it again - more for momentary satisfaction than a real result. He’s worked here long enough to know that the town’s limited funds barely cover maintenance of the station, let alone repairs. The police are not the top priority here, Wayhaven is too small, too quiet for that. Or well, at least it was.

He stops himself from cursing, when he sees Ava walking through the front door. She has pulled her coat up high and the scarf she’s carefully tucked into it, almost covers her chin. But the tips of her ears and nose are still bright red from the cold. It’s cute. He opens the door before she can knock. “Agent!” He smiles to see that she goes even redder at this enthusiastic greeting. “It’s good to see you - I could need a distraction right now.”

“Detective”, she nods, then frowns, “You shouldn’t let yourself get distracted from work.”

He shakes his head, still smiling. “Don’t worry about it, there’s not much to do at the moment.” Absentmindedly his fingers brush over the left side of his neck, feeling the small rise of the barely visible scar. A habit he picked up after… after Murphy. “It’s been quiet lately.”

He can see Ava’s frown deepen from the corner of his eyes. She takes a step towards him, but stops when he turns to look at her, stuffing her hands deep into the pockets of her coat. “So”, he says, the brightness of his tone sounding more forced than he intended to. “What brings you here? Besides the pleasure of my company.” He adds, throwing a wink her way for good measure.

Ava clears her throat. “Agent Greene would like you to join the meeting today.”

Janosch is not an idiot. If Rebecca wants him to join a meeting, she could just call. And so could Ava, if it would have been deemed necessary in order to not stress Rebecca’s and his weird mother-son relationship even more. But he decides not to mention it, to let her have this one. It’s cold, he can barely feel his feet and he is not in the mood to argue with Ava about whether or not she has feelings for him. Besides, with her, standing in his office, clearly waiting for him to get ready - it still feels like a win.

“Sure”, he gives her a smile, “Just give me a sec.” He can feel Ava’s eyes on him as he walks back to his desk to turn off his computer. And if that knowledge makes him lean forward just a little bit more deliberate than strictly necessary, then so be it. He’s trying his best here. 

Janosch grabs his backpack and eyes the papers on the edge of the desk, debating how quickly they need to be taken care of, before he stuffs them in a folder and throws that into his bag - just in case. He shrugs on his coat, wraps his scarf around his neck and pulls the knitted hat over his ears. He opens the door and grins at Ava. “After you, Agent.” Ava’s cheeks are still slightly red, but she doesn’t say anything, just begins to lead the way through the station. He follows close behind, noticing the way some of her shorter hair strands have escaped Ava’s strict bun and slightly curl around her pale neck. He might have a problem, Janosch thinks, not for the first time.

It’s snowing outside. Only light, little flakes, only able to slightly dust the ground white. Maybe later that’ll change. It’s supposed to get colder still, he remembers. Verda had mentioned it, the girls were looking forward to it. He supposes that he’s happy for them - it snows so rarely in Wayhaven - even though he himself doesn’t much like the cold.

Ava waits quietly next to him, while he fishes around in his pockets looking for the car key. She would be faster on her own, but it’s been a while since they’ve done that. Lately she seems to have gotten used to his slower, mortal ways. Not that he minds that. If only he could find his keys now, so they don’t have to stand in the cold much longer. He doesn’t enjoy it and he would be surprised if Ava would, vampiric senses and all. 

His hair continues to fall into his eyes and he’s starting to get annoyed with it. He hasn’t had time to go and get it cut and he’s not used to having longer hair anymore. The knitted hat doesn’t help, only pushing his curls further down-

There’s fingers on his forehead, gently pushing away the disturbing hair. Ava’s fingers, he realises belatedly, once it clicks into place that the feet he sees - slightly bent forward, with his head turned down on his quest for the key - are in fact hers. His head snaps up at the realisation.

He’s not exactly a tall man and Ava isn’t a small woman, but this is the first time he has had to look up to her and- his breath catches in his throat. She’s beautiful. There’s snowflakes collecting in her hair - almost like a crown - and her pale lashes shine like a halo in the muted winter light. And, god, her eyes are so, so green. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen eyes this green before, will ever see eyes like this again. Breathe! He has to breathe, he remembers and drags in a rough breath, as her hand slips down to his cheek.

She’s looking at him and he doesn’t think anyone has ever looked at him like this - so intense, so completely, right to his very core - and even if, it’s not like he could remember right now. All he sees, all he thinks is Ava. He wants to touch her. Hold her head between his hands and kiss her. He wants it, desperately so. But he doesn’t move, not one inch, while her hand still rests against his cheek, while she’s still looking at him.

He’s scared, he realises, even though it’s hard to think with Ava’s eyes still on him. Scared that this moment will break, because they all do between them. Scared because for all he jokes and flirts he can feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest and she must hear, she must know. 

You deserve to know, too, the thought sticks to the edge of his mind. You deserve to know, it whispers with a voice that sounds suspiciously like Tina.

“Ava”, he says softly, still scared, but trying to be brave. Her eyes widen when she hears him and her hand falls from his face as if she woke from a trance. She clears her throat and steps away, but his hand reaches out and catches the sleeve of her coat. “Ava”, he says again, “You know, don’t you?” She goes slightly red at his words, the beginning of a frown tugging on her features.

“I-”, he starts and stops. His heart is hammering wildly in his chest. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, without looking away from her. “I understand, if this is too much, if you need time. I understand”, his voice wavers, “if you don’t feel the same.” His eyes lock with hers and he let’s go of her sleeve, carefully, slowly. “But, please, don’t lie to me.”

“I… I’m not...”, she clenches her fist and frowns. For a moment he thinks she’ll say something, but then she just looks away. Janosch’s throat suddenly feels very dry. “It’s okay.”, he says quickly, before his voice has time to shake. He laughs. A small, nervous thing. “I’m a big boy, I’ll be alright.” The words fall from his mouth - spoken too fast to be true - and land between them on the cold, grey pavement.

He doesn’t look at her. He can’t. Not with the snow still clinging to her blonde hair, not when her eyes are still so green. His fingers tighten around his scarf. He has to leave. Now. She’ll worry enough as it is. She doesn’t need to see- He really doesn’t want her to. Not now. “You go ahead, I think I forgot my keys inside.”, he mumbles and turns around. His eyes sting as he walks through the door of the police station without looking back. 

He flees. Like a coward.

[ch4nb4ng]

Tension builder Pt. 1

Request: bang chan smut where shes felixs sister so she felix and chan are like bffs but eventually like the tension builds. Like, through teenage years even

Word count: 1.2 k

Pairings: (fem) reader x Chris

Warning: Smut lmao

A/n: Hey guys it’s been a while and I’m sorry I have been busy and unmotivated. But I’m back now, enjoy :)

Summary: You and Chris had known each other for a while. The tension was high. You wanted him, he wanted you. But there was one problem, your brother, Lee Felix. And Chris, well, he was Felix’s best mate.

“I’m bored,” you pouted to the boys.

“Why don’t we go watch a movie?” Chris suggests, making you and Felix smile at the idea.

“Oooo okay, let’s go.”

You, Chris and Felix make your way to the car. Felix sits in the back, while you sit in the passenger seat and Chris drives.

“Oh shit. I forgot my phone on the kitchen bench,” Felix puffs, causing you to roll your eyes, “I’ll be back real quick.”

Felix runs out the the car and slams the door behind you, making you jump out of your seat.

“Did you get scared? That’s cute.”

Chris laughs, placing a hand on your thigh, shivering under his touch.

This slight teasing had been going on for weeks. As soon as you met Chris really. ‘Wow he’s sexy’ was your first thought about him. From his hair, to his eyes, well-defined arms and legs. But his lips. His lips were on a whole new level. They were so plump. All you could think about was kissing them, biting them, sucking on them, having them on, well, other places of your body that you desired.

But there was one problem. He was one of Felix’s best friends. Felix. Your brother. Therefore, Chris was off limits. But that didn’t stop him.

*1 month ago*

You were studying Minding your own business, when you heard a knock at the door.

“Felix! Are you gonna get that!” You yell. Nothing

“Felix!” Nothing again.

Sighing, you run downstairs to open the door.

“Sorry I thought Felix was gonna get the d-”

You were interrupted by the one and only Chris standing on the other side. Your eyes widened, heart rate beginning to quicken in his presence.

“Hi Y/n. It’s okay. It’s, nice to see you.”

“Come in.”

You blush, completely embarrassed before standing behind the door, inviting him to come in.

“Would you like something to drink?” you ask, both proceeding towards the kitchen.

“Oh um, some water please.”

You nod, grabbing a glass and pressing it against the fridge, letting the water pour.

“Is Felix home?”

“Well I thought he was,” you answered, back still face towards him, “but I guess not.”

“Well if he’s not home then I can do this.”

“Wha-”

You were interrupted by him pushing you up against the wall, pinning your hands to your side, making you completely powerless.

“C-chris, what are you doing?”

“What I’ve wanted to since the day we met,” he groans, moving his knee in between your inner thighs, lightly rubbing over your clothed core.

You groaned, “Please, Felix will be home any minute,” wrapping your hands around his neck.

“Y/n!!! I’m home!!!!”

You both panicked, completely separating from each other while Felix walked into the room.

“Chris please,” you giggled, “Felix will be back any minute.”

You both laughed, reminding you of the same words you said at your first, intimate encounter. He kept his hand there, rubbing his thumb in small circles.

And on cue, Felix dashed out of the house, running into the car.

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Who’s music?”

“Mine!” Chris yells, beating Felix to the punch.

“No. to be honest, I kinda like Felix’s music better.”

“Nah not today,” Chris disagrees, shaking his head, “I’ve got some new music actually. Why don’t we listen to it.”

“Ugh fine,” you say, rolling your eyes.

He connects his phone to this bluetooth, letting the music blast through the speakers. Your eyes widened when you realise what kind of music he put on. He knew The Weeknd was your weakness. He just played one song by him, after the other, and another, another. Your gripped hard onto the seatbelt, using all the strength you had not to pounce onto him then and there.

“Oh yeah this is some good music,”  Felix bangs his head along with the music, jamming out in the back seat, “y/n don’t you love The Weeknd’s music?”

You grit your teeth, trying to not show any kind of emotions to Felix, especially Chris.

“Oh yeah, this music is rEALLY good,” you muttered, giving Chris major side eye from the passenger seat. He laughed, catching on real quickly.

Finally after what seemed like forever, you had arrived to the cinema. Ignoring Chris, you got out of the car, walking ahead of the two.

“Y/n, why are you walking so fast man?” Felix groans, almost out of breath trying to keep up with you.

Trying to stay calm, you turn around to them, plastering the fakest smile on your face,

“I don’t wanna miss the movie, lets go!”

You ran to the booth, ordering 3 tickets to the movie you wanted to see. You grabbed your tickets, and headed into the theater. Purposefully, Chris sat in between you and Felix. You rolled your eyes, refusing to look at him and focus on the movie. But boy, did you pick the wrong movie.

There was passion, lust, desire. All the things that you wanted Chris to do to you were being portrayed. The sexual frustration began to build within you the more and more the movie went on.

To add even more to that, Chris placed his hand over your thigh once more, rubbing his thumb dangerously close to your clothed core. A small moan escaped your lips. You grabbed onto his wrist heavily,

“Chris I swear to god, I’m gonna-”

“You’re gonna what huh? Kill me? Punish me? I don’t think so,’ he whispered in your ear, his seductive tone driving you crazy.

Moving straight along, he undid your zipper, slipping his hand straight into your pants, but not all the way. Keeping his fingertips between the layer of your panties and jeans. Agonisingly slowly, he massage your clit through your panties, eliciting a muffled groan from you. You looked over at Felix, completely unbothered and stuffing his face with popcorn, focusing on the movie.

“Mmm this is so much fun y/n. Making you squirm under my touch.”

Nothing but a stiff moan left your lips. His touch was divine, something you always longed for.

You had to take your sleeve into your mouth, muting the array of noises escaping your mouth. You grabbed onto his arms for support. You knew you couldn’t much longer. Moving back up from your core, he slipped his pants into your panties for time. You arched your back out of the seat from the direct skin to skin contact. A fire ignited within you, your skin feeling flames sparked under you.

“Chris please, if you don’t stop I’m gonna cum,” you shivered, biting your hand to stop the small, heavy moans that were now unstoppable.

“Cum for me then.”

He flicked his finger faster from side to side, creating the pit in your stomach to get thicker and thicker. You felt the all too familiar feeling of your soon to be orgasm, when he suddenly removed his hand, acting like nothing had just happened.

“Chris what the fuck.” You groan, completely annoyed and unsatisfied.

“Shh, y/n, I’m just trying to watch the movie.”

He turned and looked at you with that stupid fucking sly smirk spread across his face. You turned around and faced the movie.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” You whisper to him, slightly palming your hand over his pants, “revenge is a dish best served cold.”

[seekthemist]

Hi! Number 21 “First one to make a noise loses.” for Pynch, please??

Anonymous said: 54 + Pynch? 🙏

“We have to be quiet.” + “First one to make a noise loses.”

Okay, first of all, BIG KINK, second of all welcome to Mist’s favourite pastime: merging prompts for maximum filth. Messy and E-rated, again, so mostly under the cut.

From this prompt list!

They hadn’t planned to go to Monmouth Manufacturing. The original plan for this afternoon was to drive out of town, on the other side of the mountains. Ronan had promised Adam he absolutely remembered the way to a pond where he had been eight years prior–and the unspoken arrangement was that Ronan would drive like a maniac on mountain tracks, blasting outrageous music, and Adam would not have to think.

The outrageous music was what caused the detour, because Adam was absolutely certain this electronic bagpipes madness rearranged by a Mexican folk band was something that must come from one of Ronan’s dreams, and instead Ronan insisted it was a thing.

“I think the CD was at Monmouth, I can fucking show it to you!”

“Even if you show it to me there would be no way to know the difference from a not-dreamt CD.”

“I’m sure there will be a barcode, a code, some bullshit and then you can make it you little library project to look it up and cross-fucking-name it”

“Cross-reference it.”

“Cross-fuck you.”

That was why they rerouted and entered the empty ground of the factory from an entrance that was never the one they used to drive while in town–more like the playing ground for when Noah and Ronan used to attempt outrageous stunts.

Ronan jingled the keys very pointedly–as if there was a huge argument to be made on his rights of access, now that he was basically back to the Barns, even though a dreamer could dream any key he needed.

It was late in the morning and Monmouth was quiet and dimly lit. The building always tended to look abandoned, when caught without other inhabitants. If not for a bouquet of flowers abandoned close to Gansey’s desk, the old factory would have effortlessly acted as if no one had step foot inside for ages. Instead, Adam knew Gansey had been there just the previous day, but had a terrifying lunch planned with Blue and the Ganseys this weekend.

The revised plan only required a short stop for Ronan to rummage through his own mess and find what was surely going to be the soundtrack of the trip–“real” music or not.

It did not, in any degree, require Adam to take hold of Ronan’s nape and drag him into a kiss. But Ronan had been excitable and foul mouthed the whole morning, and the profile of his shoulders as he reached over for a box on one of the bookshelves had been to alluring to resist.

Adam hadn’t meant to strip him either, but Ronan had started it, wrestling with the zipper of Adam’s hoodie and sucking on his tongue.

It hadn’t been the plan, but tumbling on the floor between the bookshelf and the desk was an excellent use of their time.

Pinning Ronan on the floor always gave Adam the same sensation of tampering with a bomb primed for ignition. He knew for a fact that there was no predicting if Ronan would flip them around–that only added to the thrill, making Adam harder.

The effort of wrestling one of Ronan’s legs out of his jeans was maddening with Ronan jerking him off at the same time. But he must not be the only one on edge, because as soon as Adam conceded some ground–dropping his forehead on Ronan’s shoulder with a choked moan–Ronan stopped toying with the condom and actually put it on Adam.

“Fuck…” Adam exhaled, under his breath, pulling one of Ronan’s legs up against his side to rub where Ronan was slick and open for him. The plan definitely derailed, and Ronan had the audacity of looking up at Adam with an alluring grin, flushed redder than sin. “Yes, you call for swearing, happy?”

“Mmhn,” Ronan hummed, making a grand scene of having to consider the question.

Adam tightened the grip on his knee and thrust the tip inside. “Happy?”

“Ah! Yes, fuck…yeah.”

“Good,” Adam whispered, uncertain of what argument to pull next, if any.

That was the exact moment when a couple of indistinct voices joined the sounds of Adam and Ronan’s bantering and heavy breathing.

He froze, and Ronan did as well, beneath him.

Neither of them heard the main door downstairs opening and closing, but they both knew the pace and tone of the chattering that reached them.

“-can’t believe you forgot the flowers. Is this just because I made you buy them?” What was unmistakably Blue’s voice argued from the open space.

“I always work on the assumption that I am the gift with my mother, Jane,” Gansey obviously came right after.

The plan absolutely, categorically, had not involved having sex with Ronan with Blue and Gansey roaming the place.

He should have pulled out, maybe hide in the closet like the stereotypical clandestine lover caught in the act. Instead Ronan clenched around him on the wave of the realisation dawning and Adam’s vision went a bit black at the edges. He thrust inside Ronan hard, ending up all the way inside. Pressing him down on the floor with one hand over his mouth barely muffled the keening noise that followed.

“Shhh,” Adam hissed, almost furiously, his fingers digging into Ronan’s thigh. Then he dropped his forehead on his own knucles, the hand still over Ronan’s mouth, and exhaled, more quietly. “Hush.”

Ronan’s breath pulsed crazily against Adam’s palm, just as he squirmed reflexively against the cock in his ass. Adam was aware of it, of the beating of Ronan’s heart, of the perfect heat they created together on the cold floor.

Of the many things Adam had to withstand in his life, having to explain to Gansey why he was fucking his sort-of-roommate on the floor of his bedroom–with the door open, in the middle of the day, because Gansey turned around five minutes, basically–was not one he wanted to add to the list.

And yet, pulling out and recomposing themselves felt like an impossible task, with zero possibilities of success–not with how hot Adam was feeling, how glazed Ronan’s eyes were, how turned on they were. Adam could picture it in his mind–the two of them rushing to dress up and getting spotted looking exactly as if they had just been fucking.

“We have to be quiet,” Adam almost mouthed, against Ronan’s temple, pressing a kiss on it just because it was impossible not to.

Underneath him, Ronan shivered, but canted down, almost with no leverage, to fuck himself slowly on Adam’s cock. It was barely a grinding, and yet Adam felt it right in his bones.

In the open space, Gansey and Blue were repacking part of their bags, as the discussion about the flowers brought upon some questions about dress codes. Adam was peripherally aware that she was arguing on it, that Gansey was partially reassuring and partially a bit defensive. Helen name was coming up.

It was difficult to concentrate on anything else but fucking Ronan, though–forbidden, risky, impossibly sexy. Adam wouldn’t have asked for this and yet he couldn’t stop.

“Quiet, mh?” he reinstated, waiting for Ronan to nod around a deep swallow to remove his hand from Ronan’s mouth. His limbs were starting to hurt, so precariously arranged, and being able to reshuffle a bit was a necessity.

The outcome of it was excellent. With a full grasp on both of Ronan’s legs, the next thrust in–quiet, slow–finally brought Adam at a nice, comfortable angle. Even with his back flat on the floor, Ronan met him in a perfect curve, circling his hips like an afterthought–chasing pressure more than reasoning over what they were doing.

“Quiet,” Adam hissed, again, when he saw Ronan biting his lips–and his eyelids fluttered even more at the reiterated order.

“First one to make a noise loses?” Ronan suggested, under his laboured, fragmented breath.

“Loses what?” Adam asked, dropping his head onto Ronan’s chest at the feeling of Ronan’s nails digging along his back among hectic, stolen caresses.

“Dunno, your dignity?”

That sounded very likely, considering the sounds of Gansey and Blue reshuffling stuff around.

In one particular moment–deliriously thrilling–they moved towards the kitchen-bathroom, and the open door of Ronan’s room must be in visual as they passed by it. But no one would think to look inside, past the bed, down on the floor between the desk and the bookshelf…or would they?

Adam fucked Ronan deep, slower than he had ever fucked him before, against the twisting coil in his stomach–where anxiety heightened the excitement, and vice versa.

There was something diffused in Ronan’s expression, his eyes a bit watery and fluttering close from time to time. The curve of his jaw was even more impressive, clean-cut like chiselled marble as he clenched his teeth against the bubbling breath rising from deep within his chest. And yet he had something almost mellow, in the way he arched his spine and rocked them together in a wave of tensing muscles.

Adam bent down to kiss him, in plain disregard of the pseudo-challenge Ronan had indicted. It was all contact, all tongue, desperate and hungry, and hearing the vibration of Ronan moaning as quietly as possible and only in Adam’s mouth drove Adam almost out of his mind.

He heard the door closing like an afterthought. But it had been there, definitely, and Monmouth was silent again, with just the roaring of Adam’s blood in his ears to hear–or feel.

He straightened up, breaking the kiss, and thrust into Ronan hard enough to make him drag a bit across the floor and closer to the wall.

“Ah!”

It was a brief, shameless sound, but Ronan looked up at Adam with a convoluted type of horror–the only type that allowed him to be worried of a sound that could never be mistaken for something else, and at the same time clench deliciously around Adam, his cock twitching on his stomach.

“They’re gone,” Adam said. “They’re gone,” once again, building up in rhythm, and depth, as disbelieving in his own voice as Ronan looked–wide eyed and staring at him.

Ronan cracked a second moan, a bit broken, a bit giggling. Then Adam hoisted his leg higher, with a deep groan in his own right, and at the next thrust Ronan was wailing.

The subtle echo of his voice bumping along the walls of Monmouth Manufacturing was the hottest, most forbidden thing Adam has ever heard. And yet, at one indistinct point, Adam slammed his hand over Ronan’s mouth again, muffling him forcibly–and that was hot, too.

It was all it took for Ronan to snap, coming so hard it was like a seizure. He held onto Adam almost aggressively, inside and out, and it was all too easy to let go in his grip, in an orgasm strong enough to be blinding.

“You lost,” Adam murmured, while he was still trying to catch his breath. His heartbeat was still going so fast that it was difficult to get soft.

“Fucking tragic,” Ronan wheezed, still holding onto Adam for dear life.

“What if I won and I call for another round?”

Ronan lifted his head from Adam’s shoulders and looked at him, suddenly much more interested. “Oh…”

In the face of all the ruined weekend plans, Adam grinned.

[5hfanfiction]

Why Did I Get Married? (Camren)

Chapter 16: The Kiss

“Paint a picture for you and me, Of the days when we were young, Singing at the top of both our lungs, On the day we fell in love. On the day we fell in love.”

Camila strummed her guitar mindlessly as sang the words softly to herself, unaware as to wife looking on. She had pushed her album release back by a couple of months; it was scheduled to drop sometime over the summer, and she most likely would’ve been touring for the rest of the year. But the tour wasn’t set in stone as yet.

Her album was completed, with eighteen songs because dropping an album with only ten songs and a radio edit was ridiculous. Definitely not something Camila would do.

“Hey,” Lauren said as she entered the room, startling her wife. “That’s a nice song. Is it on the album?”

Camila nodded. “Y-yeah,” she stammered completely caught off guard. “It’s called ‘2002’.”

She took a seat on their bed next to her wife, who turned her body in her direction. “So when can I get to hear your songs?”

The singer smirked. “You’ll just have to wait like everyone, Laur. Pre-Save my album on Spotify and Pre-Order 'The Hurting, The Healing, The Loving’ on iTunes.”

Lauren rolled her eyes. “That’s not fair! Being married to you meant hat I’ll get early access to your music. Come on give me the links.”

“So you can leak it?” Camila slipped her guitar back into its case and got off the bed. “No can do, babe. You just got to wait just like the rest of the world.”

“Am I not invited to your album release party?” Lauren pouted. “I’ll even bring snacks.”

Camila shook her head and laughed. “Fine. You’re invited. Give me your phone,” her wife stared at her, silently asking why she wanted it in the first place. “I’m going to put the songs on it, jeez. I’m not going to look at your nudes that you haven’t sent me yet.”

Lauren choked on air. “W-what?” She stuttered. “I don’t…I don’t… I mean I don’t have nudes on my phone. I just wanted to know why you wanted it. That’s all.”

The younger woman just smirked and took the phone from her wife, connecting it to her MacBook and transferred the songs.

“There you go. You can listen to it on your flight to Milan,” Camila handed the phone back to her wife. “Are you nervous?”

Lauren scrolled through her phone looking for Camila’s music, ignoring her wife. That was until the woman waved her hand in front of her wife’s face snapping Lauren out of it. “Huh?”

“I asked, are you nervous about meeting the Dos Santos, dude?”

The photographer shook her head 'no’. “Not really, no. I’m more nervous about leaving Izzy. I’ve never been away from her for so long. It’s going to hurt.” She sighed.

“Hurt you? Or hurt Izzy?” Camila took a seat next to her wife, taking her hand in hers. Lauren didn’t respond, she simply sighed. “Lauren, you do know following your dreams doesn’t make you a bad mother right? The same can’t be said about me.” Camila shrugged. “But it’s different with you. You’ve been giving 100% throughout Izzy’s life, you should at least give that into your career and making yourself happy as well.”

“I just don’t want to hurt Izzy, you know? I don’t want her to think the both of us are abandoning her,” Lauren sighed. “We already did it when we took that break from one another. Even though it was just for a few days.”

Camila took her wife’s face in her hands, forcing the woman to look at her, to look into her eyes. "You’re not abandoning her. Izzy knows that. She loves you.”

***

“Lauren,” Marissa greeted the woman. “You’re alone?” She asked as she typed something on the computer, looking at Doctor Briggs appointments today. “Oh right. Your one on one session with Doctor Briggs is today and Camila’s is next week.”

The photographer nodded in confirmation. “Yeah, is Doctor Briggs in as yet?”

“No. She’s running a bit late, why don’t you take a seat?” The secretary gestured to the empty waiting room, besides for a couple who were too engrossed in bickering quietly, to notice someone else had taken a seat.

Lauren awkwardly cleared her throat and pulled out her phone. There were a bunch of notifications; mostly from Maggie tagging her in shit on Instagram. She scrolled through twitter for a bit and saw a tweet her sister had just tweeted.

@  thecoolerjauregui Sometimes I feel like bread is the only thing I’ll ever love

Lauren snorted loudly. Her sister had a tendency for tweeting dumb shit and always had a lot of retweets. She questioned the sanity of her fans.

Lauren closed the app and then decided to respond to Natasha.

Natasha: Are we still on for tonight?

Lauren: Why wouldn’t we be?

Natasha: Just checking. I know you didn’t want to leave your precious lil familia.

Lauren rolled her eyes and tucked her phone away. She knew her friend didn’t mean it in a bad way. Natasha of all people would understand why she was willing to give up her dreams for her family.

It took a few minutes for Doctor Briggs to come in and a couple more until Lauren’s appointment began.

“Good morning, Lauren. How are you today?” The therapist asked as she grabbed her clipboard and iPad.

Lauren shrugged. “I’m doing alright. Just a bit excited slash nervous about a job I have later. I’ll be heading to Milan.”

Chelsea nodded. “And Camila? What does she think about you having to go?”

“She actually wanted me to. She was really supportive about the whole thing,” Lauren smiled. Between the two, Camila seemed like the one who was actually living out her dreams. Sure, Lauren was happy being a photographer but she had turned down so many opportunities for her family. She was finally happy that she didn’t have to turn down this one.

Doctor Briggs wrote in her clipboard and flipped the page stopping on their assignment. “What about your assignment? How did that play out?”

The photographer awkwardly ran her fingers through her hair. “I actually didn’t make the list. I didn’t feel like it was necessary to make something like that. I love everything about her.”

Being in love with someone meant that you took the good with the bad. The ugly as well; just look at Beyoncé for example. But sometimes, there’s the littlest of things that irk you about your partner.

Doctor Briggs smiled. “Oh really? There’s nothing about Camila that you don’t like?”

“I mean…she isn’t the best listener. Not that she won’t listen to me. She hogs the bed. I kind of forgot about that because we hadn’t slept with each other for so long, but she’s also an amazing cuddle buddy,” Lauren rambled. It seemed as though even though the things about Camila that annoyed her, she always found the bright side of it.

“I don’t like how she put her career over us, over her family, but I love how she’s trying.”

“What do you mean, "trying”?“ The therapist asked.

Lauren mindlessly played with the zipper of her jacket. "I didn’t realise it until it was constantly brought to my attention. How she was home a lot longer now. How she pushed her album release date back. How she wasn’t sure if there was going to be a tour,” Doctor Briggs nodded. “But I don’t want her to give up her career for us. I want her to balance it. The way I do. And I guess, she’s having trouble doing that.”

“Do you have any ideas on how to help her balance her career and her family life?”

The woman shrugged. “I don’t know. I think that’s something we have to sit and discuss together. But I can see that she’s trying. I think even Izzy can see it.” Lauren admitted. Which was true, even though Izzy was still torn up about Camila always having to leave her, she seemed to have accepted the fact that her mother would return to her. Even though she would rather her being home with her all the time.

“Is there anything else you’ll want to add to your list? Any quirks or bad habits?” Doctor Briggs asked. It was not to say that there was anything wrong with Camila, but sometimes even your partner who you claim to love, there’s always something you don’t like about them.

Lauren combed her fingers through her hair and shrugged. “There’s really nothing that’s unbearable about her.”

The therapist decided against pushing the subject seeing that Lauren clearly seemed to have no issues with her wife besides what was stated. “Okay, I’m going to ask you some questions now.” The client nodded. “You and Camila met when you were very young, yes?”

Lauren nodded again. “Yes. We were 15 and 16. We attended the same high school.”

“How was your high school life like?”

She shrugged. “It wasn’t the best but at the same time it wasn’t horrible. I wasn’t popular like Camila was. I had a close knit group of friends who I’m still close with but they all live overseas.” Lauren sighed at the memory of her high-school days. “I was picked on by a couple of girls in my year. They used to call me names; said I was a freak. They picked on me for other things,” Lauren folded her hands into a fist at her sides. The thought of having to relieve those days, of not standing up for herself made her angry. How could someone just target someone else and for no apparent reason? “But I rather not relieve it. They weren’t good memories.”

Chelsea had been scribbling in her pad and paused for a moment to look at her patient’s emotions. It was clear that she still harbored some sort of animosity towards what happened to her.

“How was your relationship with Camila during high school? Were anyone opposed to the idea of you two dating?”

Lauren looked straight ahead and stared at the wall behind her therapist. She sighed. “I think the only people who didn’t give a shit about our relationship were the teachers and our friends. Everyone said Camila was too good for me.” She shrugged. Which they were right. Camila was the captain of the cheer squad, the teacher’s pet, she was acing all her classes but yet, she still had such an active social life. She was the school’s golden child. And Lauren? She had always felt inferior to her wife, even to this day. She always felt like she didn’t deserve Camila and that she could’ve done so much better.

Sure, she knew Camila had loved her. They had gotten married after all, but there’s always that voice in the back of your head where you think the person you’re dating or who your married to could’ve done so much better than you.

“What did Camila have to say about that?”

Lauren laughed and shook her head. “Camila couldn’t give a shit what people had to say. That’s what I love the most about her. She doesn’t care about what irrelevant people think about her or the people she cares about,” she sighed and looked at the therapist. “But I’m not Camila. What they said…what her fans say sometimes about me? It hurts.” She stressed. They always say when you’re famous not to read the comments, but how would know you the good things people are saying if you don’t read them?

You can receive thousands of 'I love yous’, 'You’re beautiful,’ but the one bad comment? That’s the one that sticks with you. That’s the one that you constantly think about even if you don’t want to, and you can’t help but wonder what you can do to improve yourself. To make them like you.

What do people get out of hurting someone?

What do they get out of sitting behind their computer screens, or typing behind their iPhones and saying shit no one asked them to say?

And the thing is, if the roles were reversed, they wouldn’t like it. So why do they do it?

It fucks with you because it’s truly not your fault. You can’t make someone like you

“So Camila was happy in the relationship?”

Lauren nodded. “Yes. She was. We got married for a reason,” she subtly rolled her eyes. Unless Camila married her for money, then that was a story for another day. “I am too. Well, not like I used to be, because we aren’t what we were, but we’re getting there. I can’t imagine a world without her.”

Doctor Briggs placed her iPad on the table next to her chair and took off her glasses. “Lauren, you realise that your insecurities are something that’s affecting your relationship right? It’s stopping you from reaching your full potential in your marriage.” The photographer sighed heavily and looked down. She knew it was a major blockage but she couldn’t help it. “You both are married and from what you’ve told me and what I observed, Camila does not want to be here at therapy because she’s afraid that word gets out, but she’s still coming to therapy to work this out.”

“I…I know,” Lauren stammered. “She’s home a lot more now, she’s trying. She’s trying to be there for us…for Izzy. We talk a lot more now. We went to Paris for her birthday….and the things she told me, I know she wants us to work. I want us to work too.” She remembered the way Camila held her in her arms, they way they looked at one another. It finally felt like them again.

“Then what’s holding you back from letting go of all these self doubts?”

Lauren placed her face in her hand and sighed heavily, pausing for quite sometime. “Because…because everyone leaves. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Everyone lies, everyone forgets me, hurts me and they give up on me,” she laughed bitterly. But when she raised her head, Chelsea could see that there were tears in her eyes. “Am I that bad? Really? Am I that bad that the first girl I liked to have shown interest in me, fucked me over because of some dumb bet? She broke my heart and shattered my self esteem…” she wiped at her eyes harshly. “And my dad…the man who I looked up to as a kid. Who I wanted to be just like. He fucked us over, he fucked my family over because of some fucking maid!” Doctor Briggs sat upright in her seat and grabbed her notepad again. “I loved him! I loved my parents’ marriage so much. I idolized them and then…then I get to find out that he cheated on my mother for years. My mom was just a house wife. A nobody. She didn’t go to college. She didn’t have the money my dad had, they were from two different worlds but yet they somehow seemed to make it work…all for it to fall apart.”

Maybe that was Lauren’s fear…that one day Camila would realise that she was too good for her. That she would break her heart the same way that mystery girl did. The same way her dad did.

Everyone eventually realises their worth, right?

“I see how broken my mom is after my dad. She still loves him. There’s still love there, but love can’t mend a shattered heart,” she ran her hands through her hair. “I don’t want to break Camila’s heart to save mine, but I don’t want what I see happening around me…to happen to me.” Lauren looked at Doctor Briggs. “Have you ever gotten your heart broken?”

The therapist kinked an eyebrow. She was accustomed to people directing her questions back at her, but this one was different. “Yes, Lauren. I did. A long time ago. It took quite some time to get over it, but I did eventually.”

“Are you married?”

Chelsea nodded. “Yes. To my husband Daryl. We’ve been together for five years now and we have a two year old son.”

Lauren nodded and sat back in her seat. She ran her hands through her hair and fixed her jacket. No one spoke. “I don’t want to break my daughter’s heart the same way my dad broke mine. The same way my parents are breaking my sister’s. No one wants to tell her because we know she can’t handle the truth…but I can see that it’s hurting her. Not having our mom and dad together. I would do anything for Izzy.”

“Lauren…” Chelsea began. “You are not your father, you’re not your parents, you know that right?” The woman nodded. “Just by saying that you would do anything for your daughter, you realise that, that is a step in the right direction?” She nodded slowly. “What happened to you was unfortunate, but some times things like that cannot be changed. Your father did what he did for reasons, but your circumstances are different. You accept that you’re at fault and that you’re willing to make your marriage work.”

“But will that…will that be enough in the long run?”

“I cannot answer that for you. If you and your partner realise that it’s not making any sense and that you both should move on…then that’s your decision to make.” Which was in fact true. Doctor Briggs could not play Cupid and decide if they should stay together or not. She was simply a mediator and was trying to lead them on the right path and for them to realise their issues and help them to try to solve it. “I’m going to ask you some questions based on your compatibility test. Okay?”

Lauren sighed heavily. This session was taking a lot of her and she couldn’t wait for it to be finally over.

“When asked the question 'What is my biggest fear?’ how do you think Camila answered based on what she thought was your fear?” The therapist asked. She placed her hand under her chin and studied her client.

Lauren thought about it for a moment. They were 91% compatible which meant that there answers were somewhat similar. “Losing our family. Losing her. That’s my biggest fear and I think after everything we’ve been true, I think Camila knew what the answer was.”

Doctor Briggs nodded. “Yes, she did. That’s what she said.” The Latina kinked an eyebrow, but she didn’t say anything. “What about when asked 'What is my favourite thing we’ve bought together?’ What do you think she said?”

She wracked her brain for an answer. She never admitted such a thing to Camila so she wasn’t sure if her wife knew what it was. “I guess, well to me, the favourite thing we bought together was our home. It’s not as lavish as other celebrity homes, and my wife isn’t one for material things, but she did want a nice home with a beautiful backyard for our daughter to play in and for us to make many memories in. So when we saw that house…"Lauren paused and stared into space, as though she was reliving the memory. She smiled to herself. "We just knew that we could’ve made a home out of it. It was perfect for us.”

Doctor Briggs nodded again. This had caught Lauren off guard. Her wife knew her a lot more than she thought. Sometimes, you don’t have to say something to someone for them to know, if they’re paying attention, they’ll realise. They’ll realise when something upsets you just by the change of your mood or the tone of your voice. They’ll see the way your eyes light up and they’ll know you like something, or the way you constantly talk about something and they’ll know how much you want it.

They’ll know if they pay attention.

“Lastly, 'What is the colour of my eyes?’ What do you think she said?” The therapist jotted down some notes on Lauren’s reaction as to the answers of her wife. Clearly, not expecting any of this.

Lauren shrugged. “I would’ve just said green, to be honest. Even though I hate when people say that because it’s not actually green. But the easier answer would be green.” She paused. “But Camila doesn’t do easy. I think she probably said at first glance it was green, but when the light hits them, they turn grey.”

Chelsea had a small smile on her face. “You forgot the part where she said 'if you were to look really close around the iris, it’s like an explosion of colours. And when you look into the sun, then she could get lost in your eyes for an eternity.” The woman smiled; there was also a light shade of pink that tinted her cheeks as well. Camila definitely knew her.

“Wow,” was all Lauren muttered under her breath.

“I guess it’s safe to say you and your wife know each other quite well,” Doctor Briggs said as she wrote in her pad. She scribbled a bit more until she looked at the clock to realise that time was winding down. “I have an assignment for you. Your relationship has been progressing and seemingly moving a lot faster than the average one; that has been in distress, might I add. It only seems fitting now, that you two were to rebuild your physical relationship.”

Lauren’s eyes were opened widely at the mention of a 'physical relationship’. Sure, she wanted to get her wife back into bed, but she wasn’t ready for that step as yet.

“I don’t mean sex,” Doctor Briggs saw that her client had visibly relaxed instantly. “I meant, a kiss. Do something romantic that will lead up to having a kiss. Not a peck but an actual kiss filled with passion.”

“And tongue?” Lauren laughed.

The therapist shrugged. “If that is passionate to you, then I say go for it. Don’t rush into it. Don’t try to make it happen because I said you have to kiss. Find the perfect moment and seize it. Gauge her reaction to it as well and see if she wants it, if you want it.”

“What if she pushes me off before I get the chance to do it?”

“Judging from what you told me, from what I witnessed firsthand, I don’t think she will push you off,” Doctor Briggs took a sip of her coffee that she had seemed to have forgotten about. It was cold, but anything was better than piping hot coffee. Am I right or am I right? “You said that she’s trying to make things work right? And your trip to Paris was also a success?”

Lauren nodded, the memory of their almost kiss came rushing back into her mind. She wanted to kiss her, right then and there, but she didn’t think they were ready. She didn’t think that was the right time.

“Then…I’m expecting to hear about your assignment when we meet next. Can you please inform Camila that next session will just be her alone?”

***

“Izzy?” Camila called out to their daughter who was engrossed in the show she was watching. “EMILIA ISABELLA!” She yelled.

Lauren was startled when she reentered their home and so was their child. “Woah, Camz. What’s wrong?”

Camila stomped frustratedly into the living room. “I’ve been calling her for the last few minutes and she wasn’t answering.”

The child’s other mother turned to look at her as she shrugged off her jacket. “Izzy, how many times do I have to tell you to answer when one of us is calling you?”

Izzy hung her head. “I’m sorry, mama. Sorry, mummy. I just like the tv show. I didn’t watch it yesterday so I wanted to catch up.”

Camila sighed, and stooped to her daughter’s level. “It’s okay, baby. But next time, you’re to answer me okay?” Izzy nodded. “Can you go wash up for dinner?” The child headed to the washroom while Camila turned to her wife. “How was your session?”

Lauren walked into the kitchen with her wife trailing behind her. “It was fine. I got a revelation and all that jazz, so it was really good.” She washed her hands, then took a seat at the dining table. Izzy entered the room and Camila helped her up.

“Mama?”

“Yes, mija?”

Izzy moved some food around in her plate and she looked at her mother. “You’re leaving tonight right?” Lauren nodded slowly. “When are you coming back?”

The photographer was somewhat relieved as the child asked her 'when’ she was coming back, which meant that Izzy knew she wasn’t going to abandon her. “In two weeks, baby. But I’ll try to come back sooner. Okay?”

Izzy nodded. “Can we FaceTime everyday?”

Her mother nodded. “Your mummy would be here with you and you’ll have aunty Maggie.”

Camila shook her head 'no’. “Actually, Maggie has a modelling gig in Madrid. So it’ll just me and you. You and me. Both of us….togetherrrrr.” She tickled her daughter causing her to giggle.

“Mike Wazowski,” Izzy said through her giggles.

Lauren shook her head smiling. “I’m living with children.”

Her wife stuck her tongue out at her. “You love us. Don’t deny it.”

The little family engaged in their typical banter. It had been quite some time since this had happened; especially since you know. But over the weeks, home finally started to feel like home again.

Lauren stopped talking and just looked at her family smiling to herself. This was what she wanted. A wife who she was in love with, and a symbol of their love; Izzy, to nurture and shower with their undying love and affection.

Here’s the thing; you can’t choose someone who doesn’t choose you. You just can’t. Because your person is going to be your person until your dying breath. Not only when you just met, and you’re in the honeymoon phase of your relationship, but when things get messy and tough and you don’t know if you want this anymore. You have to make sure that you have someone by your side who actually wants to be there.

Someone who puts in just as much effort as you do. Someone who makes you laugh, and who you want to wake up every morning to the sound of their breathing; to having their limbs intertwined with yours.

There’s difficult times in your life, really bad, hurtful, messy shit happens that makes life heavy and unbearable at times.

But love?

Love should be there with its arms wrapped around you, whispering into your ear that everything is going to be okay.

Love should be there chartering your ship out of those stormy seas.

Love should be your safe place.

Please, please don’t give the best parts of yourself to someone who doesn’t see the value in what they have. Don’t give yourself to someone who isn’t patient, who doesn’t understand you, who doesn’t see the cracks in you and tries to hold it together.

Don’t settle for anyone who doesn’t look at you and sees a home in you.

***

Camila reentered their room, drying her hair with a towel. Her wife threw on her jacket, and jumped when she saw her. “Hey, I didn’t hear you come in.”

The singer shrugged. “I’m a ninja.”

Lauren rolled her eyes. “I just put Izzy to bed. Natasha should be here soon.” Camila nodded and approached her wife, adjusting her jacket. She visibly gulped at the closeness. How easy would it be to just kiss her, to finally taste her lips again.

Camila stepped away from her wife. “Are you nervous?” She asked.

Lauren sighed. “To be honest? I think the nerves are starting to kick in. I mean, I’ve always wanted to work with this guy, Camz!” She exclaimed. “And it’s finally going to happen. What if I mess this up?”

Camila didn’t respond. Instead, she headed into their shared closet and pulled out a box overhead. Setting it on their bed, she gestured for her wife to sit beside her. “Does any of this look familiar?”

Lauren took some of the photographs out of the box and smiled. They were polaroids she took over the years of them being together. Most of them were from the dates they went to, candids of Camila, nature and so much more. “Wow,” Lauren whispered under her breath. “I can’t believe you kept these.”

Camila smiled. “Why wouldn’t I? I’m your biggest fan.”

“I just- wow. These are a lot different to what I do now.”

Camila handed Lauren a picture of the both of them. She couldn’t remember who had taken it, but they looked so happy, so in love. It was when Lauren had just started NYU, and had begun her degree in photography. “Why did you choose to do photography?”

Lauren looked up from the picture in her hand, to her wife. “There’s just something about capturing a moment, that really gets to me. Things change, people change, but pictures are forever.”

“This was when you were doing photography for fun, Laur. Without worrying about having to impress some big shot designer or whatever he is,” Camila shrugged. She couldn’t care about the guy. “This was when you did photography for you. Don’t let the desire of pleasing someone get to you. Do this for you. This is your life, your career. Make yourself happy first.”

Lauren looked at her wife in disbelief. Camila had always supported her over the years, but eventually she had stopped saying these things.

She had always loved her job and what she did, but as time went by, Lauren only tried to please her clients. She had done things in her career she never would’ve done. The love for her art had slowly started to disappear. But hearing what her wife just said, finally made her realise what had been happening.

So she smiled at Camila. “Thank you.”

The brunette shook her head. “No need to thank me, amor. You have to make yourself happy before anyone else.” Camila repacked the photographs into her box and placed it where it used to be. When she turned around, Lauren was standing not too far off from her.

Lauren inched closer until they were practically in each other’s personal space. Either not knowing just how fast the other’s heart was racing. Lauren traced her wife’s jaw with her index finger, and stared into her eyes looking for any sort of hesitancy.

Their lips were on each other’s. It was both familiar and a strange territory to the two. Camila sighed into Lauren’s mouth as her wife traced her lips with her tongue seeking entrance.

As their tongue touched, Lauren felt the instant connection she always felt with her wife. Her chest was bursting with emotions. Their tongues met eagerly in a dance that they both knew all too well. Similar to the push and pull of the tides, they gave and took with ease. Lauren caressed her wife’s body with such care; Camila thought it felt as though if she had touched her the wrong way, she would’ve ended the kiss.

Lauren however, was intent on savouring every moment of this kiss. It had been so long since she shared a moment like this with her wife. She was intent on worshipping the woman she was in love with.

She slowly made her way down Camila’s neck, creating a fire within her that she had felt every single time they kissed so passionately.

Afraid that they were going too far, Camila gently placed her hand on her wife’s chest pushing her off. They didn’t speak; looking at her wife, her eye’s were dilated and her chest was heaving up and down.

“I’m- I’m sorry,” Lauren stuttered our. “I-I…”

Camila pulled her back in for a quick kiss to assure her that everything was okay. “Don’t you dare apologise for kissing me like that. Ever.” She smiled and traced her wife’s lips with her finger. “That was perfect.”

*** Y'all finally got your kiss! Yayy 🙄

Hope y'all enjoyed the chapter 🦋 Until next timeeee. Wattpad:Commander_Camren

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I believe that answers your question, doesn’t it? Stiles stilinski + OC

A/N: guys I decided to start writing one shots because I suddenly have a lot of inspiration. I will be doing Dylan O’Brien and characters because Dylan is my bae. I hope you like my first one shot

pairing: Stiles Stilinski/OC

warnings: none

word counting: 2917

“… and yes, I know I said that I’d go shopping with Lydia. I just forgot I promised my mom I’d go visit grandma today. I haven’t seen her since she moved into the retiring home and I feel guilty because mom said she has been asking after me. Why can’t Lydia just understand that my grandma is more important than our weekly shopping spree?” I finished my story and dropped my head onto my desk with an exaggerated sigh.

When I got no reaction from him, I looked up from the desk and saw my best friend gazing down at his phone, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed. He was sitting opposite me, his notes spread out in front of him. The desk that stood on the far left side of my room was pulled forward a bit so there was enough room for him between the wall and my Mahogany desk.

“Stiles? Are you even listening to me?” He jumped when he heard his name and started fumbling with his phone, looking at me with wide eyes.

I raised my eyebrow when he opened his mouth and then immediately closed it again, clearly not having heard a single word I said. “Me? Off course I was listening, Y/N, but I was just.. Well, you know, I was reflecting on.. that very interesting story you were telling me. The story I absolutely heard every detail of.“  I shook my head when he started rambling, pursing my lips at him.

“Right. Sure. Just forget about it and tell me what was so important that you decided to ignore me.” He dropped his hands on the table when he noticed I wasn’t buying his explanation, his face turning a bright shade of red. “Well it’s not that important, Y/N. Just a text from Scott.”

It was clear that he was lying, but I didn’t really know why he decided not to tell me what got him that flushed. We normally told each other everything that was going on, including what was happening (i.e. not happening) in our love life. I had to listen to him gush about Lydia for the last couple of years, giving him advice on what he had to do to get her to like him and even talk to Lydia about ‘how good of a boyfriend’ Stiles would be if only she gave him a chance.

I was just being a good friend, trying to make Stiles happy by trying to get Lydia to like him, while in the meantime I was desperately trying to hide my feelings for him. We were best friends and I didn’t want to ruin it by telling him how I felt about him; about how every time he smiled at me, it felt like a whole damn zoo exploded in my stomach. Besides, he only had eyes for the gorgeous strawberry blonde. How could I possibly compete with Lydia Martin? It’s quite simple: I couldn’t.

“Scott texted you? And what could Scott have possibly said that made you so flustered?”

He let out a nervous chuckle and ran his fingers through his already dishevelled hair. “You know what? I suddenly realise that I had to get home early today. My dad needs me to help him with a case he’s working on.” He started gathering all of his notes and hurried to get them all in his backpack, shoving his phone in there as well. He pushed his chair back and it hit the wall with a loud smack.

“Stiles.  Your dad never lets you help him with his cases. He tries to keep you out of his police work as much as possible.” He didn’t listen to me and tried to get from in-between the wall and desk, banging his knee against the desk in his rush. “Stiles! Would you please just calm down and tell me what’s wrong?”

He grabbed his backpack off the ground and hurriedly closed the zipper. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I really need to go now. I’ll text you later.” He walked into me when he tried to leave, almost knocking me over.

“Stiles!” I heard him rushing down the stairs and not a second later, my front door slammed shut.

I didn’t know what was going on with the boy, but I sure was going to find out.

I was a girl on a mission.

I took powerful strides towards the oh so familiar locker and saw it stood wide open, it’s owner and the person I desperately wanted to talk to standing in front of it, talking to our other best friend. I ignored Scott when I joined the two of them and I looked at Stiles expectantly. “So you didn’t text me last night.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement and it was pretty damn clear that I was not amused with the way he had been acting.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed in a high pitched voice, looking over to Scott for help, obviously sensing my darkening mood. “There you are!”

Scott looked as uncomfortable as I had ever seen him and it was clear he was thinking about the best way to get out of this confrontation he obviously had no part in.

“Yes. Here I am. Now will you tell me what the hell is going on with you?” I crossed my arms, my confidence evaporating with every second I stood in front of the boy. He was looking everywhere except for me and it was beyond frustrating.

“I would, but I have to get to class. So bye!” He snatched a random book out of his locker and slammed it shut, hurrying away from me. My shoulders sagged and my frustration was quickly turning into sadness. When I realised Scott was still standing next to me, quite awkwardly and not really knowing what to do, I turned my attention on him.

“Do you know what is going on with him?” His eyes widened and he quickly looked around him, not meeting my eyes. “Scott, I can clearly see that you know something. Tell me!”

He finally looked at me and blinked slowly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Y/N! Stiles is acting perfectly normal, if you asked me.”

I didn’t believe him. He knew what I was talking about. Maybe Stiles was telling the truth and he did get a text from Scott yesterday? But what could have been the message that caused the boy to act like this towards me?

I narrowed my eyes at the brown eyed Alpha and I noticed his Adams’ apple bobbing in his throat. “Scott. What did you text him yesterday?” His eyes widened and he patted my shoulder.

“I didn’t text Stiles anything. I need to get to class now and so do you.”

Classes ran by slowly. I wasn’t able to focus on anything my teachers were saying. I was too concerned about Stiles and why he was acting so weird around me. I had absolutely no idea what Scott could have texted him to cause this strange behaviour.

By the last class of the day, the only class that day that I shared with both Scott and Stiles, I was completely desperate. I needed to know what Stiles’ problem was, but judging by the way they both ignored me when I entered, I didn’t expect to get an answer. I sat down in my regular seat beside Stiles and I turned my body towards him. He didn’t look in my direction once and instead, chose to keep his eyes trained on his notebook, quietly doodling something.

When Mr. Harris entered the classroom, I let out a deep sigh and turned to the front. I knew how much Harris hated Stiles, Scott and I already and I wasn’t about to give him an excuse to hate me even more.

When I looked back at Stiles out of the corner of my eye, I noticed his phone in the front space of his backpack. If I could just reach over and get a peak in his phone, I could finally know the cause of him acting this way. When I tried to reach over, his eyes snapped towards me and I quickly acted as if I was taking notes this entire time.

When the bell finally rang, I was quiet while Stiles and I walked towards his Jeep. If he didn’t want to tell me what was wrong, I sure as hell wasn’t going to initiate a conversation. The entire ride to my house was spent in an awkward silence. It was clear he didn’t know what to say and frankly, I didn’t really feel the need to talk to him anymore. I just wanted to go home.

When we got to my house, I muttered a quiet goodbye and opened the door of his Jeep. I heard  him sigh and I saw his arm cross over my body to slam the door shut again.

“So now you want to talk?” I refused to look at him and chose to look out of the window instead, crossing my arms over my chest. His hand grabbed mine and forced my arms out of their position.

“You’re angry with me.” He noted and his thumb drew little circles on my skin. He took my chin in the hand that wasn’t holding mine and turned my face in his direction.

I pulled my chin out of his grasp but didn’t let go of his hand. “No shit.” I finally met his eyes and I saw they were looking sombre. “Off course I’m angry. I don’t particularly enjoy being ignored by my best friend. Without even knowing why, might I add.”

He chuckled a little and nodded his head, his lips forming a tight smile. “I understand. Honestly, I have been mustering up the courage to talk to you.” When he saw me frown, I noticed he was getting a little bit nervous by the way he was playing with my fingers on the hand he was still holding. “You wanted to know what Scott texted me, right? The thing that got me acting all weird?” He took my silence as a sign to keep going and his tongue poked out to wet his lower lip.

He suddenly let go of my hand and grabbed his bag, probably searching for his phone. He affirmed my suspicion by putting his bag in its original place on the back seat, holding his phone in his free hand. He was quiet for a while and then suddenly handed me the device. “Go ahead. You can read it.” He nodded at the phone resting in my hand when he saw my doubtful expression.

I turned my attention on the text message Scott sent him, my expression darkening with every word I read.

I was going to kill Scott McCall.

“He told you.” I deadpanned. “Off course he did.” I shouldn’t even be surprised he told Stiles. They had been best friends longer than I’ve known them, so off course Scott would tell Stiles.

“He sent that text yesterday when we were studying and I just didn’t know what to say, so I figured the best thing I could do was get out of there as quickly as I could.” He looked at me with an expression I had seen countless of times. However, it had always been directed at a certain strawberry blonde. Until now, I had never been on the receiving end of this particular expression. “I am so sorry I hurt you. I was just trying to think things through because honestly, the thought of you being in love with me had never even crossed my mind.”

Offended, I pulled my hand out of his. “Is the possibility of me liking you that repulsive?” I should just get out of the car. It would spare me the humiliation of him rejecting me. If I walked out now, I could probably still save our friendship; whatever there was to save.

I opened the door of the Jeep again, ready to cut this awkward conversation to an end, but he noticed what I was about to do and gave me an annoyed look. “Are you seriously about to get out now?” He sounded angry. I didn’t understand what he had to be angry about. In fact, he should feel ecstatic because he found out someone was in love with him. For once, he could be the one doing the rejecting instead of being on the receiving end.

“Yes, Stiles, I am seriously about to get out of the car so you can save the whole ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ crap and just save me this humiliation by letting me get out of the Jeep now so we can pretend this never happened”. He shook his head, muttering something along the lines of ‘unbelievable’ and cut the engine, pulling his keys out of the ignition.  He threw open the door on his side of the Jeep and slammed it shut behind him.

Confused, I watched him make his way towards the other side of the Jeep. He opened the passengers door and pulled me out of my seat. “What are you doing?” I asked him, feeling him pressed up against me.

He cupped my face in his hands and I could feel his calloused skin on mine. My breathing started to get heavier and my chest heaved up and down when he pressed his forehead into mine.

“Proving a point.” He whispered and not even a second later, his lips were on mine.

My eyes widened at the feel of his soft mouth. Holy shit. He is kissing me. Stiles is kissing me.

Confusion filled me. I really wanted to enjoy the way his lips pressed into mine and the way his hands held my face like I was about to break at any point in time, but I needed answers. I pressed my hands into his chest and gave a gentle push.

His mouth left mine and I almost regretted my decision of pushing him away instead of letting him kiss me senseless. His fast breathing almost matched mine as he pushed his forehead against mine again. It was almost as if the kiss never happened and I only imagined it, but the tingling of my lips and the heavy fluttering in my stomach was prove it did happen. “I’m sorry. I just really wanted to do that ever since I found out you’re in love with me.”

He finally met my eyes and I noticed they were a bit darker than usual, his expression awakening a raging fire inside of me. I wanted him so badly. “Why?” I managed to whisper, his eyes trailing back to my lips. I forced myself to keep my gaze on his eyes. I knew that if I dared myself to take a look at his luscious lips, all of the strength I was mustering right now would leave me and I would give in to the sinful thoughts going on inside my head.

He licked his lips and finally pulled his head away, creating a little bit more distance between us. “Because I love you too. I am so in love with you, I sometimes can’t even think straight.”

I couldn’t believe what he was saying. He was in love with me?

“But what about Lydia and all of the times you asked me about her?”

He shook his head and his hands took a place on my waist. “I only did that because I thought there was never a possibility of you loving me back. I was trying to convince I was in love with Lydia so you wouldn’t see the way I look at you. Scott said it’s pretty obvious when he sees me look at you. “

I shook my head, looking up at him through my laches and biting my lip. A laugh escaped me, the feeling of happiness spreading a warmth inside of me, igniting my body and setting it on fire.

“So… where do we go from here?” He gave a nervous chuckle and put his hand on the back of his neck.

I pulled him closer and slammed my lips onto his. This was it. I was officially kissing Stiles Stilinski. Stiles Stilinski, my best friend who was as madly in love with me as I was with him. He groaned and put one of his hands on the back of my head, sliding through my hair.

His tongue trailed my bottom lip but I decided to tease him a bit and smiled against his mouth, keeping mine closed. “Tease.” He mumbled, his other hand trailed from my waist to my ass and gave it a firm squeeze, pulling me even closer to him.

I moaned into his mouth and he took the chance to slip his tongue inside of my mouth. It started exploring my mouth and finally touched my own tongue. I let my hands rest against his chest and when I was out of breath, I pulled my lips from his. My breath came out sharply, just as his was and he gave me a bright smile when my eyes met his.

I felt my cheeks flush and gave his shoulder a push when he laughed at me. “I think that answers your question, doesn’t it?”

He gave me a peck on my nose and gently trailed his thumb across my lower lip. “I think it does.”

[sewingwithsam]

Skirt Tutorial: Part 2

I’m back again with the steps to sew your skirt together.

I know I said I would be making a midi skirt in Pt 1 but when I measured out the fabric I didn’t have enough to do this so opted for a skirt just above my knees.

Tip: Don’t use a complex fabric if you’re just starting out. I realised halfway through that I should have done this tutorial with a simpler fabric

Firstly I used the step outlined in Pt 1 to create the pattern pieces for this skirt.

Part 2: Making the skirt.

1. Pin the pattern piece on the fold of your fabric. Repeat this again for the waistband.

2. Cut out each pattern piece. (You will see that I cut the skirt a little bit longer than the pattern piece as I forgot to add a seam allowance)

3. On the skirt, cut the right skirt length to open up the circle. This will be where the seams meet at the back

4. Take off the pattern pieces and try the skirt on yourself or a dressmakers model. This will give you an idea of the waistline.

5. Take the waistband, fold it in half and pin it to the waistline starting from the middle of the skirt. Make sure the pins are on the wrong side of the fabric.

6. Sew a straight line along the edge of the waistband and the waistline of the skirt. This will join the two fabric pieces together and hide the seam.

7. After this, I realised that the skirt waistline was longer than my waistband so I cut a straight, vertical line through the skirt to line it up with the waistband.

8. Take your zip and pin it to edges of the fabric on the back of the skirt. Don’t forget to line the edge of the fabric to the outer side of zip. This will ensure no stitching can be seen.

9. Change over to your zipper foot (it can be done without one, it’s just a bit trickier) and on a slower setting, sew down the fabric on the zip. Repeat this on the opposite side of the zip.

10. Pin the remaining fabric on the back with right sides together. Change over to your normal foot and sew from the bottom of the zip to the bottom of the skirt.

11. Fold and pin 2cm of fabric along the bottom of the skirt, this will be the hem. Starting from the back of the skirt, stitch the hem until you end up back where you started.

You’re done!

Note: If I was to do this again, I’d probably reduce the height of the waistband.

I understand if these instructions are a little hard to follow, I’m thinking of trying out video tutorials soon.

Sam xx (This was meant to go live earlier but I had some technical difficulties) 

[daeris-cosplay]

Time for an Eliza WIP post

This has officially become the project that has been in my progress stash the longest. I wanted to do Eliza with a former friend of mine, but I couldn’t get her done for that event, then the friend stopped talking to me and now, a year later I have decided to finally finish my dear Eliza Hamilton, and she ended up on the list as project number six.

Undergarments

Because I’m stubborn as hell, I wanted to make Eliza slightly more historically accurate than her stage costume actually is. I decided upon making not only the Robe à l’Anglaise she actually is wearing, but also on making an accompanying shift, pair of stays, bum pad and two petticoats. 

As the general Hamilton fan might know, the musical gives a pretty straightforward description of the accurate historical period. 1776, New York City. This meant I had to dig into the historical fashion of that particular period. Without any knowledge of accurate undergarments I chose the Butterick B4254 for my stays. Since this is a commercial pattern, I followed several reviews that recommended making them two sizes smaller than your actual measurements. I would also recommend extending the middle vertical bones upward to the neckline if you have a bigger bust. I made mine with four layers: plastic boning sandwiched between two layers of duck cloth, outer layer of cotton and inner lining of an old bed sheet. Be prepared for tab binding, which takes hours.

Always make the undergarments before making your outer layers! I cannot stress enough that the stays and the bum pad are so defining for the shape of your body, it will drastically change the shape of your dress if you wear it without your garments!

I freestyled my shift, using the guidelines from Marquise here. Basically it’s several rectangles sewn together. It’s shaped by the stays anyways.

I also freestyled my bum pad. Judging from this particular photo, it seems as though Eliza is wearing only hip padding. The curve is too small to be full side hoops (think Marie Antoinette), but in other photos it seemed more like a full pad. I made one shaped like a massively huge crescent/croissant and stuffed it with filling. It’s lightweight but it does the trick for this dress. 

Dress

Since I wanted to make a historically accurate dress, I had to go with a historical pattern. I bought the Robe à l’Anglaise by JP Ryan (and ended up publishing that for Elizabeth earlier, but I got it for Eliza first). The pattern is really easy, and is measured over your corseted bust. There is enough room for adjustments, adding boning etc. However, there was one major thing with this pattern, and that was the closure of the bodice. The stage dress uses a zipper in the center back, hidden by fake lacing, as you can see above. Changing this into a functioning 18th century dress meant I had to make the front opening with the buttons functioning. 

Since my dressform doesn’t really like my shape with stays, I had to try to adjust the front closure while wearing my mock-up. Not recommended. Anyways, I had to move the center front closure to the left side of my torso (photo is mirrored because I photographed it in selfie modus). I forgot to add a decent amount of overlapping fabric, so my bodice is now slightly too tight (until I lose a decent amount of weight. 

I had some duck cloth left, so I made a rigid inner layer of the bodice of it. I hoped to avoid using boning, but I needed it anyways. Up until this point it all worked miraculously well. It fitted and the silhouette was looking great!

Here you can see my first petticoat, which was made of two rectangles of 100x140 cm (I used the fabric width), and I pleated this with knife pleats onto a waistband. Really simple. It doesn’t have to be even, since you won’t see the petticoat anyways. I do create a flat front and a inverted box pleat on the back to easily see which side is front and which one is back (since the back is a couple of cm longer to accomodate the butt pad).

Back to my bodice. I chose to work with satin, since I accidentally found the perfect mint green color when I was out shopping with a former friend. It’s slippery as hell, so if I were to remake this dress I would definitely go with taffeta. I locked the edges of this frilly fabric before working any further with it, but I didn;t account for the stretch it has. The front edges are terribly out of shape, and since I’ve sewn them together there is a nasty diagonal fold on my bodice. I might remake it after all... As you can see, I covered six buttons with the same satin. I decided on a hook and eye closure instead of functioning buttons, since I need to dress myself and hooks are easier to close on your own. 

For the skirt I also went with two lengths of the fabric width. If I look back on it, I could have used wayyy more fabric there. I had a skirt circumference of 3m now, made of a pleated rectangle, but the stage one has probably a full circle skirt of roughly 5-6m. Anyways, I pleated this in the same way as I did with the petticoats. I did measure out the width of each pleat, since this was my outer petticoat. I also made a tie-able waistband for this skirt.

Don’t get me started on these sleeves. I made two pairs of them. The first pair was way too tight, even though my mock-up fit perfectly. This pair had a really large sleeve cap. The pattern asked for three backfacing pleats, but upon trying that, I realised that no matter what I would do with my arms, I would end up with this really weird horizontal fold. Apart from being too tight, they also ended up too short for Eliza, so eventually I went for another pair. The other sleeve the pattern came with, was really better. They were longer, and I made sure to cut them wider than the other pair. 

There went 1m of lace in each sleeve, which I obviously forgot to photograph. I just pleated the whole lot, and handsewed it to the lining of each sleeve. The lace pictured here went into the neckline of the bodice. I haven’t measured the total length, but I think I used like 3m? I made rather tight pleats, and handsewed this to the duck cloth of the bodice, after hand hemming the entire bodice to avoid visible stitching. 

I measured out where to place the buttons, and accompanied each button with an invisible hook and eye. Next, I handstitched the waistband of the skirt to the inside of the bodice, to avoid slipping. I still tie both sides around my waist to emphasize the waist as opposed to the bum pad, but the ‘weight’ of the skirt keeps the bodice down. 

The final result

Surprise appearence by Hamilton (Vagueary on Instagram). Side note: as you can see I used my own hair, simply because I couldn’t be bothered with finding a wig, and my own hair has the right color anyways. I am really glad I finished this project, and I am ready to do a less intense project now.