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lovelylovelyanon · 2 years ago

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First Dates

Chapter Two: Boys Go to Jupiter.

12 YEARS AGO

It's Ali. Not Alice, not Allison, Ali. At least, that's what the little spitfire of an eleven-year-old had always said. She was a redhead with freckles, a little heavier set than her peers, and she was...feisty, to say the least. Always the "punch first, ask questions later" type, little miss Ali Kendrick found herself in Principal McEwan's office once again. The tired-looking woman sighed before donning her glasses to read over the incident report.

"Ali, this is the fourth time you've instigated a fight this week. It's Wednesday morning." The principal was overwhelmed, rubbing her temples as she spoke. Ali just sat there, her arms crossed and her face screwed into a look of anger. Not regret, not remorse, anger. It was true that she'd hit Kyle Miller square in the nose, and it was true that she'd wiped the blood from her fist onto his shirt. She wasn't angry she got caught, she was angry she didn't hit him harder.

"You know I have to call your mother, Ali." McEwan sighed when Ali said nothing in return, dialing her mother's phone number. Mrs. Kendrick was there in ten minutes, striding into the office in her scrubs, cap in hand.

"Go to the car, Ali." Ali knew she was in trouble. Her mother had that look in her eye and the stiffness in her shoulders. She was about to get an earful.

Her mother got into the family van, slamming the door with more force than necessary. She sighed before tucking a chunk of stray hairs behind her ear.

“Alayna Mae, explain yourself." The young girl cringed at the use of her full name, sighing before telling the story of why she felt the need to give Kyle the bloodiest nose of the century.

"No wonder no one likes you, it's because you're weird!" Kyle was pointing at her and laughing as her face grew redder and redder with every word. She had single-handedly gotten first place for her team in a competition during math class, causing Kyle's team to lose. The second the class had made it outside for recess, Kyle had immediately sought her out with his gang of misfits. She knew what was coming; Kyle Miller wasn't one who took losses with grace. Ali had warned him. She'd told him to leave her alone. He and his friends just continued to spit the same insults of "weirdo" and "nerd."

She didn't realize she'd actually swung at him until her fist made contact with his nose. As his friends scurried away Kyle cried and yelled, getting the attention of a nearby teacher and earning her a lovely sit-in with Principal McEwan.

"Paul's not going to like that you're still getting into fights again, Ali." Ali rolled her eyes as her mother referenced her "stepfather." Her mother had met Paul at work shortly after divorcing Ali's father. He was a psychologist, and a pretty bang up one at that. He was always telling Ali that she needed to "express feelings in healthy ways" and "talk through things instead of harming people." What a joke.

"How was Fight Club?" Ali was surprised to see her stepbrother sitting on their family sofa when she walked through the front door. Freddie was fifteen and had a record of fighting that mirrored his stepsister's, picking fights at the same rate as her.

"Freddie! Room, go." Paul dismissed his son, waiting until the teenager had made it completely up the stairs before turning to start in on Ali. He stared at her for a few seconds, his fingers flying to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"You, too. Room, Ali." She waited until she was out of sight before proceeding to roll her eyes. Who did Paul think he was? Certainly not her dad, she had one of those. Sure, he only called once a week, but he was abroad, whatever that meant. He sent her gifts and trinkets from all the places he'd traveled to and sent her a post card every time he went somewhere new. That was one of the reasons her parents divorced; her dad had wanted to travel, but her mom's job wouldn't allow it. When Ali's mother chose being a surgeon over her father, he left. No note, no message, just gone. Ali understood, sometimes she wished she could disappear like that, too.

Her boredom was interrupted by Freddie knocking on her door, letting himself in to sit on her bed next to her.

"You get in a fight, too?" He only nodded at her question, and it was then that she got a glimpse of his growing black eye. Some might see that as a sign that he lost, but Ali knew how her stepbrother fought. She knew he'd won. And she would've hated to see the other guy.

"Dad's pissed, I'm suspended for a week." Ali nodded, not really understanding what he meant by suspended. They sat there in silence for what felt like forever until they were called down to dinner.

PRESENT

The car ride home from yet another terrible date felt like it took years. As she pulled into the parking garage of her apartment complex, Ali contemplated whether or not dating was even worth it. No no, she was young, she had to keep trying. At least, that's what her mother said almost daily.

The stairs were awful in her heels, and she prayed to whatever god there was and begged that the maintenance man would fix the elevator soon. She tiredly shoved her key into the lock before shouldering her door open and throwing her keys into the bowl in the entry way. She checked her phone for the first time in the last two hours and found a voicemail from her stepbrother. She pressed play on the message.

"Hey, Al. I'll be in town tonight and thought I'd see if you wanted to grab a drink or something. We need to talk, it's about Dad. Call me when you can, love ya sis."

Her face scrunched in concern as she immediately found his contact and hit the call button. It rang four times before his voice sounded on the other end.

"Ali Caaaaat, how are ya?" She knew he'd been drinking; she could hear it in his voice and thought she could smell it through the phone. She let out a sigh before responding.

"Hi, Freddie. Where are you?" She plugged the ear not against her phone as sounds filled the background of the call, her mind decoding them as the music and clamor from her favorite bar.

"Oh, ya know, just up at Kelly's. Wanna come? I could-I could buy you a drink." His words were repeatedly interrupted by drunken burps and the occasional hiccup. She sighed once again before retrieving her keys and changing into her comfy tennis shoes; she had a feeling she'd be doing some carrying, which would be impossible in her heels.

"Stay there, Fred. I'm on my way." She exited the apartment and beelined for the stairs, worried she had a limited amount of time before Freddie took flight.

"You got it, sis. Roger that. Aye aye cap-" She cut the call before he could come up with anymore affirmative phrases, hopping in her car and taking the all-too familiar streets to the one place other than her apartment that felt like home.

As Ali walked in, she was directed by Luke the bartender to where her unofficial sibling had planted himself. He sat on a barstool on the very end of the bar, looking as if he would fall off at any moment. She approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump. He all but toppled into her arms, his large stature engulfing her body. His embrace brought the strong scents of beer and campfire, the latter a result of his exhausting job as a fireman. As Freddie hugged her, he lifted her up off the ground, causing Ali to let out a small yelp.

Ali finally broke free of the suffocating embrace, her eyes landing on the seven empty bottles of a cheap beer with the eighth being in her stepbrother's hand. She gently removed the bottle, placing it next to him.

"Let's get you home, Freddie. Luke!" She called to the bartender and handed him her card, requesting he closed Fred's tab. She then slid her head under his left shoulder, slinging his arm around her shoulders that now seemed inadequate for the task at hand. Fred was a relatively large guy, clocking in at 6 foot 2 and 250 pounds. Huffing, she ducked her head under and snapped in Freddie's face.

"Hey big guy, come on now. I need ya to stand. Please, Freddie. Come on." Her words and slight rocking of his shoulder seemed to do nothing. She sighed in defeat, waving the bouncer, Eric, over.

"Need help there, little lady?" Eric flashed her an award-winning smile, and Ali would have found him attractive had she not been close friends with both him and his wife. She motioned with her thumb towards her stepbrother, who was now face down and snoring.

"Can't carry this deadweight all by myself. Figured you could use the exercise." She sniggered at her own joke, taking the affectionate punch Eric gave to her shoulder.

"What, strong gal like yourself can't handle it?" As Eric spoke, he positioned himself the same way Ali had earlier, though he found it a lot easier to actually pick Freddie up. Ali just laughed and shook her head, leading Eric towards her car parked right outside the bar's front door. She opened the car's passenger door and helped the bouncer gently settle her stepbrother into the seat, gently closing the door. She made her war around to the driver's side before giving Eric a fist bump.

"Thanks for your help, see ya tomorrow night!" The look on Eric's face told Ali that he'd forgot that he and his wife were having dinner with her at her apartment. He finally realized nodded, opening and closing her car door for her. She gave a final wave as she drove away, backtracking on the streets that led her home.

She didn't realize what a mistake she made until she parked her car into its usual spot in the parking garage. How in the hell was she going to carry this man up three flights of stair by herself? She couldn't even get him out of the bar!

Her question soon answered itself as Freddie began waking up, seeming a bit more sober than he had been. He groaned as his eyes opened, blearily searching the car he found himself in. It wasn't long before he looked to his left and saw his stepsister with her arms crossed, her face plastered with a sour expression. Freddie let out a small snicker, causing Ali to look at him.

"What's so funny?" Ali's expression turned even more sour, making Freddie laugh even more.

"Nothin', Al. You just look like your mom, is all." Ali rolled her eyes at his words, a punch landing good and hard on the older man's shoulder.

"Just for that, Fred, you can walk up the stairs all by yourself."

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A/N:

Ok, what do we think? First full chapter! I'm crazy about the story I have mapped out in my brain, and I can't wait to share the rest of it with all of you!

Love you always,

LLA

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theliterateape · 2 years ago

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Fifty-Seven Years and Still On My Feet

By Don Hall

My fifty-seventh year on Planet Earth was not great in a lot of respects and rarely have I been so blocked in writing my annual list of lessons learned. If you bother to follow me either here or on my SubStack, you understand. I’ve been penning these yearly recaps since I was thirteen years old and I can state without hesitation that this year has been the roughest to endure. As more and more of those people my age keep croaking, I’m sure I have a few more years of big loss to look forward to but, so far, this has been the worst yet.

The quick hits of the year:

The single loneliest birthday I can recall.

Left a stable but ethically questionable copywriting gig with the comfort of knowing that the years of savings and hard work would cushion me financially until I made writing freelance a viable income.

Except in April, my wife of seven-and-a-half years and keeper of the copper parachute informed me that she had a long-term boyfriend and had been working for nearly three years as a prostitute.

I hid in a Las Vegas apartment for four months trying to get my head around that while she was practicing her trade a stone’s throw from said apartment.

I finally decided that my family needed me to help with my dad’s failing health and that I needed them to find some clarity in a world that had spun completely out of control.

Five months, a bit of substitute teaching, some casino surveillance, and a lot of wound healing later, I snagged a job working as the Promotions and Events Director for five radio stations in Wichita, KS.

Hey—I recognize I haven't had it as hard as Prince Harry or Elon Musk—the trials and traumas of being ridiculously wealthy must be stultifying—but that’s the sum total of my year. The question presented is thus: what does someone learn from such an absurdly comical ruination? Less reinvention and more building myself up from the rubble, I'm at a standstill on which direction the self education goes. If you nearly drown wading in the ocean, is it better to learn to simply avoid the ocean in the future or learn to swim?

Red Flags Exist for a Reason

"No shit," says the Prophet. As ridiculously obvious as this one seems to indicate, apparently it is one worth mentioning and repeating until the words red flags exist for a reason become near-gibberish.

Red flags in human beings are not warnings of what might happen like a sign on a Chicago building declaring that ice might fall, they are predictions of the inevitable, of consequences that almost always will happen despite your best efforts to avoid them. People can change but no one can do the changing for them.

In hindsight, I should've seen this entire year coming from at least a few years prior. I knew my ability to judge the character of those I loved was highly dysfunctional—Christ, I've been divorced twice before—but my facility at ignoring qualities practically screaming at me is almost unmatched in modern times.

Let's be frank, getting engaged after three dates is stupid. Romantic, magical, and moronic on almost pathological levels.

Once the die has been thrown, however, the multitude of red flags were categorically ignored or justified. The fact that she was living for free with a hoarder as a method of escaping a boyfriend who was practically homeless should have set off a few alarm bells but no. The fact that she spent a lot of time angry at her boyfriends of the past and spoke ill of every one of them? The fact that she was a hard worker but only took cash under the table so she wouldn't have to pay taxes? Her bizarre kink-snobbery for anyone, including me, who wasn't into bondage, cum-swapping, and pegging? The frequent moments of existential crisis when she would say horrible things about me?

Later, when we arrived in Vegas she had several meltdowns and not a few instances where she'd bring home strange men or go out and meet more men and declare she was just being friendly. The Cosmic Eye blinked and the Voice from Above barked out "Are you a fucking idiot?" My answer was a shrug and a smirk.

The very concept that three years later I was surprised that she had jumped into the back of a stranger's van and had sex for a c-note is legendary on the drooling mouth-breather scale and, to think, I was judgmental of those who bought Trump's dog and pony show.

So, yeah. Red flags. What defines a red flag? I know who I am. I can even say that I mostly understand whyI am who I am. Red flags are those tendencies that indicate potential harm upcoming. Potential inconsistencies in the future of a relationship. If I were building a home on Miami Beach, a red flag would be that in the past few years, hurricanes have completely destroyed homes on Miami Beach. If I ignore that dire possibility, that almost guaranteed certainty, whose fault is it when I decide to build the house only to have—SHOCK— a hurricane destroy it?

Perhaps the lesson isn't that red flags exist for a reason but to recognize what that reason is in the first place. I saw them but ignored them which has more to do with the unearned hubris of someone who believes he can build that house so goddamned solid that no hurricane can level it. That's some A-level ego and so the lesson may be that I cannot circumvent the red flags out of sheer arrogance and will. That red flags exist and I am not so special or brilliant as to avoid the devastation they portend.

On top of that, I was head over heels in love with her and that sort of love masks a host of potential ills. She was The One and nothing, including the myriad red flags tossed out like confetti, was going to change my mind.

Perhaps the lesson is recognize the obvious red flags, see them for what they are, and make better choices based on the available information. The more pragmatic way for me to learn it goes like this—pull your head out of your ass, boy-o. Wish in one hand, shit in the other and see which one fills up first.

Red flags are there to tell you what will happen not what could happen. Recognize inevitability and proceed better.

Family is a Key to Survival

I've been telling myself and anyone who will listen that I came to Kansas because my family needed me which is true. What is also true is that I needed them just as much or more.

My dad is ill but the guy is built like a leather boot. It turns out that he'll be around for a bit longer than anyone thought and that the assistance required of me was for my mother who was slowly drowning in the extended caregiver role. That assistance came in the form of helping mom with the transport of my pops to dialysis three times a week, giving her some of her own time back but also someone to talk to about more than cancer and the daily indignities of a slowly fading body. That help will continue without reservation.

What I needed was time and perspective. I didn't need the unwavering cheerleading my family gives me (although, after my year, I ain't dismissing that as a phenomenal aspect of living at home) but what I needed was a safe place to wallow for a bit and then pull my head out of my wounded ass and get back on the train.

My default is to go it alone and I will always go in that direction. My mother raised me to be self sufficient. It turns out that I needed another bit of raising in my mid-fifties to learn that self sufficient doesn't mean self sacrificing or self destructive. I needed to learn that my family—wonderfully flawed and full of life and joy—is an absolute key to my survival and I'll not forget this. They are absolutely here, smack dab in Mayberry, USA, willing to put together a bedroom and feed me and remind me that, at least in this tiny corner of the universe, I am welcome.

I'm a rolling stone and expect I always will be but knowing there's a home base where they are, living life, and ready for me to come home for a short time to heal up for the next adventure.

It is the kind of loyalty and acceptance I suppose I've always sought in a wife but came up short every time. Whaddya know? They were here all along.

Pain is Inevitable; Suffering is a Choice

This isn't so much a lesson learned this year but one that I knew and was emphasized by my experience.

None of us can escape pain and loss. It’s perhaps the most constant aspect of living in the world even beyond death and taxes. Unavoidable, pain is simply going to happen. Physical pain, emotional pain. Get used to it, fuckers, because you cannot live without the accompanying discomfort. No safe space on the planet or in your mind can help.

Suffering, on the other hand, is a choice.

Grow up. Grow a pair. Muscle through. Process your loss and rebuild. Step up. Move on. Get real. Whatever phrase you embrace, it always means the same thing: to endure a loss or a trauma, you have to commit to enduring it rather than reliving it. You have to cease the rush of self righteous whining and blame and get into the rehab room and do the work.

That guy who lost his legs in a war zone and now plays basketball on the weekends? He didn’t get from one (loss of legs) to the other (basketball) by sitting around complaining about the war or how hard it is to be him or seeking out any ear to listen to his talk of woe. He went from pain that is useless and made it useful. He muscled through it and came out better than he was before.

That woman who was raped multiple times and mutilated by Islamist extremist in her own country now presenting TED talks and influencing international politics? She didn’t get there by stewing in her pain.

The man who was fat shamed as a kid who went into the gym and busted his ass every day until he lost 150 pounds didn’t get there by crying about being fat shamed.

It is an absolute guarantee that to live in the world is to suffer pain. You simply cannot avoid it in any way. What you decide to do with both the knowledge of the existence and inevitability of pain and the existence of your own specific pain is entirely up to you. Choose to suffer or choose to become stronger from it.

“There are two kinds of pain. The sort of pain that makes you strong, or useless pain. The sort of pain that's only suffering. I have no patience for useless things.” — Frank Underwood (House of Cards, Season 1)

Underwood, in the opening scene of House of Cards, makes his above statement about a wounded dog and kills the dog. “There…no more pain,” he intones.

Psychopathic? Sociopathic? Yup. And given that the character is grotesquely Machiavellian and designed to demonstrate the evil among us, probably not the best solution to suffering. Yet, the concept of useless suffering versus motivating pain is sound.

Except that the binary is false. There is no useless pain unless you decide to make it useless. The decision and task is how to take useless pain and make it useful.

The incomplete axiom is “What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.” To complete the equation, you must add “…if we choose strength over suffering.”

It is MY Fault

In the closing scenes of Good Will Hunting, Robin Williams finally finds the phrase that breaks down Will's resistance and opens him to begin healing. "It's not your fault," he repeats.

In Will's case, traumatized by a horrible childhood, he's correct. In my case, not so much. In fact, Williams's therapist would need to say what I'm realizing this natal day: it is my fault. No, I didn't choose for this year to be so devastating both emotionally and financially but I chose to ignore those red flags, I chose to get engaged to a stranger on the third date and blithely tell her "We're married. Now we can get to know each other." I chose to take her to Las Vegas without considering the fact that she was always just a secret away from becoming what she became.

Everything that happened in my fifty-seventh year was a direct result of choices I made along the way and, in some cases, years before.

Yes, I was lied to on an epic scale for the better part of three years. I was put at risk without knowing it, I was betrayed almost casually, I was discarded like a toy a child no longer has interest in, and yet…

It is my fault.

This is not to say that I need to self loathe and beat myself up over it. It is merely the recognition that none of it was her fault, or the fault of the universe, or bad karma, of God's will, or destiny. It was and is the fault in my choices, in my broken judgment of character, in my need to be of use to someone who can only see me as a stepping stone to, as she put it, "something amazing." It is likewise not to say I don’t have a certain bitterness and anger at her for her choices. She was duplicitous, she became a fictionalized wife, she leaned into the deception with relative ease.

One of my twelve tattoos is a quote from a Chuck Palahniuk novel. "Every breath is a choice." It is an admonition and reminder to own your shit. There have always been those looking to blame others, blame bad luck, blame the system, for their hard experiences but that is a path toward self pity and victimhood. I am the author of my destiny and if I only accept the successes I'm guaranteed to squander them.

So, I accept the fault of my circumstances. It was all my fault which means I can avoid similar by remembering the mistakes and not making the same ones again.

Speaking of not making the same mistakes,

Three (Marital) Strikes and I'm Out

Yes. The adage is to "never say never." That phrase does not include saying "I'll never put plutonium in my pocket," or "I'll never intentionally light myself on fire or drink gasoline."

I have been down that "I do" train three times and I'm just not good at it. Like walking down a flight of stairs and tripping down to crash on the landing below every single time, maybe I should stop taking those stairs. I'm never getting married again. This is not to say I won't date or even find a long-term companion but under no circumstances will I be a married person ever again. There's no reason for it. I'm not having kids, don't have kids, have no desire to own a lot of property, and the idea of putting anyone through dealing with me when I'm too old to remember my name just seems selfish.

Also, it turns out I really like living alone. I mean, a lot.

So, unless she is so wealthy and old I can't say no for the payday coming, I'll live out the rest of my days as a comfortable bachelor, thank you.

A few more thoughts before I close out another year and start another:

Shame and Blame are Past-Focused, Hope and Forgiveness are Future-Focused

Given that my lessons this year have been about my bad choices, I’ll choose hope. I've felt a bit hopeless, lacking in any optimism about my future but that handwringing is also choice.

I'll choose forgiveness even though I still lie in bed some nights having arguments with her in my head, wanting some sort of personal justice or at least some remorse from her that I know I won't receive. Forgiveness is not saying "It's all right." Forgiveness is letting go of the need for that personal justice and moving past the hunger for retribution.

As the Knight in Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade warns, "Choose wisely."

Optimism is Like Groot. You Can Blow Him Up but He Still Grows Back (and Dances)

That Moment When You Think You Can't Hang On for Another Second? Hang On for Ten More Seconds

Seriously. Ten more seconds. Then ten more.

You Don't Have to Have a Lot of Friends as Long as The Ones You Have Are True

A huge debt is owed to Donnie, Bob, Eric, Ari, Kelli, Erik, Jenn & Wency, Charlie, Peter, Allison, Paul, Tom, Wayne, and most important, Joe and David. I couldn’t have survived without them.

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I know my grandfather died at fifty-eight and my uncle, whom I'm named for, had a heart attack at sixty-one. I'm hearing those bells toll but the question I'm asking isn't "What now?" but "What? Now."

To win at life, you need to live. Not in some adolescent “fuck, fight, and get fucked up” sort of way or even the FOMO “live your best life… in Cancun!” manner but in doing things that matter, in appreciating the things that are often taken for granted, in living the life in front of you rather forcing a life you think you deserve.

So, I'm working a job I really dig. I'm moving into a kickass loft apartment next week. I'm going to the gym. It all feels like I'm living someone else's life as if it isn't really me going through these motions and I hope in the Groot optimism that those feelings pass on.

This is the life I have rather than the life I think I deserve because, let’s be honest, none of us deserves anything. We earn it, we embrace it, we settle into it. I’ll always be looking to conquer life because death is coming. It’ll get here whenever it wants and, hopefully, it’ll have to wait until I’m done doing something cool and wonderful before it invites me to discover the undiscovered country.

I hope Death likes Key Lime Pie because that’s my go-to for a birthday.

#Birthday

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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; good enough

lee bodecker x fem!reader.

summary. your father invited you to his birthday party and things ended badly.

words. about 2.3k.

warnings, tags. nsfw, +18!!! drunk state, language, unprotected sex, daddy!kink, very brief degradation, mention of bodily fluids, very brief mention of violence. and i think that's all.

a / n. first time writing for this man that has me obsessed, so i hope y'all like it! none of my writings contains reader's body descriptions to be inclusive. if you find something out of place, please send me a message and i'll change it.

You didn't want to be there, but it was your father's birthday and you couldn't miss it. More than thirty minutes had passed since the last time you saw your husband standing in a corner of the large living room, sipping from his glass of whisky and judging every guest around in silence. Lee hated your parents, your family, their friends. And you didn't blame him. Your family never accepted him, always repeating that he wasn't good enough for you, nor your interests. Except for your mom. She wasn't the only one who didn't treat him like dirt.

Once that you escaped from your father's arms, showing you as a trophy and trying to set you up on a date with one of his best friend's sons, you stepped out of the house to the back garden. It was cold outside, having to close your jacket around your chest as you closed both arms over it. Following the footprints on the grass, you reached the improvised parking where different cars were stationed. The smoke coming from nowhere called your attention, glimpsing Lee sitting on the hood of his black Ford. Cigarette in his left hand and bottle of whisky in his right.

You doubted for a second to interrupt his moment of peace for the first time in two weeks. Two long weeks where you barely had spent time together. He started holding over his shifts because, apparently, there was too much paperwork to attend. You couldn't help but think that he was raving mad about you, or about something you did unconsciously. But the real problem was that your husband never used to talk about his feelings or what was going in his mind.

“I think you've drunk enough”. You uttered watching him raise the bottle to his lips.

Lee chuckled ironically, shaking his head. “Lucky me I don' care”.

Frowning and with your mouth pressed closed, you walked towards his position to face him. He had never talked to you like that, but he was being honest, shrugging his shoulders to point it out a little more.

“I do. I do care”.

“Don' worry, darlin'. I ain't gonna shame you in front of your family”. He scoffed bitterly, finally sipping from his drink. “Watya' doin' here anyway? Party's indoors”.

“You're here tho”.

“And who fuckin' cares, uh? You were having so much fun inside with that… pretty boy who works in Wall Street”. Your husband mocked taking a drag from his cigarette. “We should divorce, don' you think? So you coulda go with him to the big city, and don' be stuck in… How d'your father call it? Knockemshit. Stuck with a… fat sheriff of a shitty town”.

Lee didn't notice the tears blurring your gaze till he raised his face. The bitter smile curving his lips suddenly disappeared, putting his pale blue eyes away from you because it was too painful for him to watch you cry. Your husband gulped hardly, kissing his teeth as he threw the cigar somewhere on the ground. You couldn't believe he really wanted to divorce you, wrapping your heart with a suffocating sorrow that barely let you breathe. He was your life and, after three years together, he seemed to not give a shit about it sometimes.

“I ain' like them”. You whispered sniffing.

“Tha' doesn' change the fact that you don' deserve a man like me. Your father is right. 'M a fucking loser compared to anyone inside his damn house”.

You loved Lee with all your heart, soul, mind, body. He was everything you want in your existence —your life. So damn obsessed with his touch, his kisses, his smell of wind and leather, his smile, that beautiful pair of pale blue eyes. You refused to believe he was talking seriously.

“You should be there. I— Imma go home, tell your mo—”.

Before your husband could finish his goodbye, you interrupted him by slapping his face. He didn't see that coming and you'd never imagine yourself hitting him. But you needed it, seeming the only way to stop him from abandoning you there. He kept his face away from you, trying to comprehend what had just happened. His drunkenness suddenly disappeared, pressing his inner cheek with the tip of his tongue whilst rubbing his hand over the reddened skin. You were so mad right now that you could set on fire the whole world.

And you were about to do it a second time when Lee caught your wrist in the air, painfully gripping his fingers around it to push you closer —chest against chest. Then, he raised his index finger. “Don' you fuckin' dare to try it again, y'hear me?”

You were furiously breathing, but not filling your lungs with air in reality, keeping your eyes on the blue ones that used to steal your heart every single day. It was like a contest of dominance you knew he always won. Any time.

Your husband didn't give you the chance to say sorry, slamming his lips on yours. A moan died in his tongue when it invaded your cavity while releasing your arm to fly his rough big hands to your ass, almost grabbing it all with his long fingers. Your digits went to the lapels of his leather jacket, not lasting too much there till finishing on the back of his head.

Lee was hungry for you, just like you were for him after two long weeks barely touching each other. Your husband devoured, sucked, and bit your lips, urging you to turn around enough to push you on top of the hood of his car. His hands pulled up the skirt of your dress, wanting to reach the waistband of your panties, receiving the great surprise that you weren't wearing any.

“You little dirty girl… Don' wantin' your Sheriff to lose time, uh?” He grunted with such an animal and eager tone, as he took care of the belt and the zip of his pants.

“I need you”. You sobbed against his lips, feeling his hands maneuvering between your legs.

At least, you were fast enough to cover your mouth with a hand when Lee rammed his rock dick into your soaked cunt, drowning in your palm a loud cry of pure satisfaction for being filled by your husband. Back and forth, he hit your body once and once, impaling you against the Ford still being furious by the way your father and friends treated him as if it was your fault. Lee was mad, really mad, digging his fingers in your hips to pin you on place and don't move, continuing fucking you harder and harder —challenging you to not be able to be quiet and make everybody heard how good he used to made you feel.

“Goddammit… you're so damn ti— tight, baby doll… So tight fo— for your daddy, ain' ya?”

“Yes… Yes, daddy”. You cried hiding your face into the crook of his neck.

His strong scent filling your lungs caused you to roll your eyes white, letting your soul leave your body while his cock attacked fiercely your pussy with no mercy. Your vocals were in sync with the screeching noise the car produced in every thrust straight to your guts. The pace was insane, intense than never before, and more pleasurable than you could imagine in your life.

Lee was aware how much you loved him, that you felt devotion for him. But sometimes —sometimes like those— he couldn't help but think he could lose you as soon as you realized who he was in reality. You didn't care. You weren't blind. You knew about his dirty laundry, his past, his sister (...). And you still wanted him with all your heart and body.

“Fu— Fuck, gonna put a… baby inside you”. He growled, wrapping his right around your throat to urge you to face him. “Y'want it, uh? D'you want dad— daddy to put a baby in that… beautiful belly?”

“Yes… please, Lee”. You whined with teary eyes, being too much pleasure for your body to handle. “Please, daddy… I wa— want you to… get me pre— pregnant with your child”.

Your husband's lips curved up in a petty smirk, pulling out from your dripping cunt, causing you to sob in disappointment. Lee managed to put you down on your shaky feet to turn you and force you to bend over the hood of his car. Ass upped, legs spread. He only took a second to stare at your glistening and abused folds in your arousal, prior to impaling you again. With a hand on your lower back and the other tangled in your head, your husband obligated you to arch your back as he continued banging your anatomy once and again.

At this point, you had forgotten your name, where you are, and if someone could hear how you cried pleased any time he crashed against your g-spot. It was a mix of pleasure and pain as Lee wasn't having any kind of compassion with your cunt, clenching unconsciously around his hard length. He knew then how close you were to cumming for him —because of him—, increasing the pace while you tried to find a place to put your hands on and find some balance to stay in place. As soon as the hand tangled in your hair landed back to your throat, you gripped five fingers around his wrist, enjoying the brief lack of air because of it.

“C'mon, my swe— sweet whore… Y'wanna cum for daddy, don't ya?”

His raspy and wrecked voice fell into your ear like an angelic melody, not being able to hold your moans anymore within your mouth. The knot inside your lower belly was bigger and bigger and suffocating, feeling how it could explode at any time. Lee shoved his cock non-stopping producing a sloppy obscene sound when his pelvis crashed against your ass, along the chink of his belt against the back of your thigh.

“Daddy… Daddy…” You called him while the tears started to fall again through your cheeks, this time, of absolute satisfaction.

You couldn't help but bite your lip strongly till the metallic taste of blood covered your tongue, letting yourself go as the knot bursted within your belly. The orgasm threw you above the edge with your husband's palm covering your mouth to not be heard or it would be really awkward to be caught by all the guests, even if he didn't care. He wouldn't mind showing that pretty boy from New York that nobody could fuck his little dirty girl better than himself. Oh, how funny it would be to see his face while your husband was ramming his cock into your abused pussy, cumming inside your tight walls, digging his teeth in your neck to mark his territory.

Lee came with a sensual and passionate hoarse gasp causing you goosebumps bristling your skin, burying himself balls deep to hold it inside the mix of your juices filling up your center. It felt like being in Heaven, although you weren't sure if you could walk after such an intense quickly, feeling your walls burning as his dick still twitching and stretching your cunt.

Your husband wasn't a man of kisses after sex, that's why he surprised you when tilted your face to his and pressed his lips on yours, panting, not caring about the lack of breath. It wasn't a lustful kiss either, more than a tender and fondly one, tasting your mouth, playing with your tongue.

Pulling out his semi-erection, Lee helped you to clean yourself with a tissue before using it to clean your arousal on him and toss it to the ground. As he put on his pants, you fixed your dress and your hair, turning around.

“You meant it?” You dared to ask, still having sorrow covering your voice. “Gettin' divorced… You mean it?”

“What?” He inquired, squinting confusedly until he realized what you were talking about. He chuckled holding your chin with two fingers. “You married me, darlin'. There's no other way you're gonna spend your life but with me. Willingly or not, you hear me?”

Lee raised both eyebrows very sure of his word before you nodded your head with a fleeting smile crossing your lips.

“Can we go home now…?”

“'S that what you want?”

You nodded your head a second time, while your husband placed his arms around you with hidden possessiveness to guide you back to your childhood's house. And of course, your father was enraged when you told him that you were leaving with your husband. He yelled at you and nobody tried to stop him till the moment he had the brilliant idea of pretending to lay a hand on you.

Lee punched him. Lee broke his nose. Lee made your father fall to the floor between the pretty boy's arms. And Lee never felt better in his whole damn life.

“Don't you ever come back to this house, if you leave now with this… bastard”.

“She doesn' need you”. Your husband cooed wrapping your neck with an arm, leaning slightly to borrow your purse. “Ma'am, my pleasure a see ya' again. The beef was delicious. G'night”.

You were yet processing what just happened, ashamed of the desire for your husband himself awakened inside you after watching him hitting your father. Lee could be a total asshole sometimes but one thing was undeniable: he loved you with all his heart and soul, he was obsessed with you since the very first time his oceanic eyes contemplated you walking down the street, smelling a bucket of roses you bought for yourself.

Never again you knew anything about your family. Not even when your son, called after your husband, was born. But you weren't sad. As Lee said, you didn't need them. You had your own family to take care of.

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yakumtsaki · 3 years ago

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Our wedding(s) day is fast approaching, and Jojo, being a caring father-in-law, takes time to offer Sophie some words of encouragement.

-Listen, Sophie, you seem like a reasonable person- -I’m not. -And you remind me of a young me- -Gross. -So I can’t help but ask, what went wrong in your life and you agreed to marry Shajar? I mean she’s my daughter and ‘I love her’ but would you look at her?

-I can hear you, Dad, stop trying to ruin my wedding! -I’m only trying to protect you from an inevitable divorce! -You just want me to be alone and childless so Cyneswith’s kids will inherit!! -Oh God, Shajar, stop being paranoid, that’s why you’ll soon be single.

-Right, Sophie, clearly your dignity challenged you to a fight and it lost, but it’s not too late to back out from this dumpster-fire of a wedding. -Ya I’m not backing out on my literal wedding day, geezer. -Just think about it, ok? You don’t have to make a decision now, that’s what leaving people at the altar is for.

-Alright, listen here, assholes, I have jewels to buy and pets to train to buy them, and I already got a wedding tracksuit tailored! As soon as Shajar gets back from her stupid job I’m locking this down, and our kid is gonna wipe the floor with Cyn’s fug Don spawn, so you can all fuck off! See you at the wedding!

Shajar started at lvl 5 in her ridiculous political career (ty, La Fiesta Tech) and got promoted on her first day!

She also earned 5k! Big day for you, huh, Shaj?

-It is, and yet..

Yet what?

-My aspiration meter is low.. I’m just so worried.. So many questions keep gnawing at me..

Wtf do you have to be worried about, Shajar, your life has literally never been better.

-On the surface, yes.. But deep down..

Deep down what??

-You wouldn’t understand.

Will you just tell me already???

-How can I experience true happiness and achieve self-fulfillment through my relationships and work.. when I don’t own a stereo that costs at least $2500?

................. I am so fucking done with the fortune aspiration, even as a secondary, never again. Just go get married before I begin to understand where Jojo is coming from.

It’s double wedding time! Sophie is simply a vision in her white tracksuit, while Shajar honors her Egyptian heritage with this completely appropriate and non-offensive dress.

At this moment I’d like to call your attention to Jojo and his commitment to looking anywhere but at the ceremony, so first he looks to the east..

..then he looks to the west..

..and finally he faces north. Thank God the wedding is over because he was running out of directions.

-I, Sophie Fucking Miguel, take you, Shajar Turbocuck Union, to worship me for all eternity!

-Aw darling, I will! To the point of madness!

Ya you have already surpassed that point, Shaj.

-Awwww congrats guys, huhu!💗 Now clear out before I change my mind about this.

So I forgot to mention that during that first day I don’t have pics of, Don had a bad ‘joke’ interaction with Jojo and Jojo HATES him and hasn’t interacted with him since. Looking at Don’s profile now I can’t say I blame him, Lord help us..

..that said look who’s finally facing forward and is literally :D now, UGH JOJO

-Moonflower, I know we had our ups and downs, but we’ve come out the other side stronger than ever- goddammit, Cyn, did you just get a bad memory of our wedding? You proposed to me! -I sure did, Donnie, and I can unpropose any time I want, so let’s keep it moving, okie? Huhu!💗

Yes, Don, it truly isn’t a proper wedding unless you play a punching game with your bride right after-

-and then immediately start stinking. Cyn girl, what can I tell you, you’re the one that rolled the engagement want.

-Jojo, my good chap, after meeting your children I just wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart for not picking me to be your husband. I truly consider you my best friend for sparing me this fate.

So this was officially our lamest party of all time, Gunther and Daniel straight up didn’t come and fucking Wulf and Angel spent the entire time serenading each other inside, legit that’s it, I’m never throwing a party again.

-________-

ANYWAY. Welcome to the family, Don and Sophie! I’m sure many happy interesting years await you.

~Oh I got the Union blues, my townie past I have disowned, oooh I got those Union blues, now I am forever boned~🎵

#gen 3 #ts2

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jk9bangtan · 4 years ago

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“Come Be My Wife” 2

Genre: ♕ /♤ / ♘ ( Fluff/ Romance/ Angst)

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Jealousy, jealous Jungkook, mention of COVID-19, mentions of sterile (not being able to have a baby 😭💔), y/n being her stubborn self, A lot of fluff!

Teaser: "You wanna be my wife?!" Jungkook asked pushing you on the bed. "Come be my wife, come on strip. Let's do what you want." He harshly spat his words as he untied his bow tie.

Part 1 - Part 2

11: 30 pm

"Did he really say that?! That bastard!! How dare he?!" The guy sitting beside you spoke after hearing the whole story of what Jungkook did to you.

"Ikr?! I didn't even believe my own ears?" You answered with a weak voice. You has been crying since you left Jungkook and came to you best friend's house. After what Jungkook said to you, you couldn't stay a minute with him. You grabbed your stuff and left the house. He tried to stop you, but you were determined on leaving him. He hurt you and he has to face the consequences.

"And what did you do to him girl? Don't tell me you didn't teach him a lesson!"

"I s-slapped him Justin! I told him that I h-hated him." You answered looking towards your friend.

"That's my girl. You did great, don't worry. He deserves it." Justin assured you that you did well. Justin sighed after taking a look at your miserable condition. He took a deep breath after wards preparing himself to say some nice words to you to make you feel better. Clearing his throat, he shouted, making you flinch in your seat. "I have Ramen. Come on, let's eat ramen."

"Yah!! Don't yell!" You said smacking him on his shoulder.

"fine, fine!! Just let's eat. Your story made me feel hungry. And don't ask how because I don't know." Justin stated as he walked into the kitchen. Just as you were about to get up from the couch you heard the door bell ring. "Are you waiting for someone?" you asked getting up from the couch

"No! Just open the door and see who is it." justin's voice came muffled due to his mouth being full. You just shook your head as you walked towards the front door. " What! I am just eating a banana." Justin announced from the kitchen. The door bell kept ringing and ringing which pissed you off. "fine fine! I am coming" you yelled opening the door.

"Hey babe!" Jungkook greeted a big smile on his face. Your expression changed from an angry one to a shook one, and than again to an angry one.

"You! What the heck you are doing here!" You yelled glaring at him.

"Is this how you greet your husband?" Jungkook replied a smirk on his face. You were about to say something back when suddenly you heard Justin's voice behind you.

"Y/n who is it?" he asked grabbing you from your waist. Jungkook's gaze quickly moved to where Justin's hand landed. He poked the inside of his mouth trying to hold his anger.

"Oh hey boss!! Come in!!" Justin said pulling you to the side allowing Jungkook to enter.

Jungkook entered inside grabbing your hand on his way dragging you behind him. He took a seat on the couch pulling you to sit beside him. You pushed his hand, standing up and walking straight to the other couch placed opposite to the one Jungkook sitting on. You took a seat beside Justin, your gaze never leaving Jungkook's facial expressions. He did look angry.

Justin looked at both of you and sensed the murderous atmosphere between both of you.

"Why are here boss?" Justin asked trying to ease the atmosphere a little. "What do you think? I came to waste some of my precious time with my secretary."

"Oh my god! Thank you! I really appreciate it. I didn't think that you care about me lik-" Justin's words were cut off by Jungkook's harsh voice. "I came to take my wife to where she belongs. NEAR HER HUSBAND!" Jungkook emphasizes his last sentence. His eyes felt as if they are shooting fire balls towards Justin. " I am sorry but your Wife is not here." Justin stupidity answered back, his gaze moving around as if they are searching for Jungkook's "wife"

"Y/n! Y/n is my wife! Y/n let's go!!" Jungkook harshly affirmed, getting up from the couch. "As long as I know. Y/n is not your wife." Justin stated making Jungkook turn towards him with his eyes wide open.

"Did you tell what happened between us to this bastard!" Jungkook asked his gaze moving towards you. "Yes" you finally spoke nonchalantly.

"I can't believe you!" Jungkook said his expression turning sad. "Same here!" Y/n said remarking what happened few hours ago.

"That's my girl!" He said hugging you from the side as he placed a kiss on your left cheek.

Jungkook balled his hands into fists upon seeing you blushing due to what Justin did to you. He gulped trying to calm the burning sensation that rose in his chest. But he failed.

"Take.Your.hands.off.of.her.before I break them for you." Jungkook barked as he grabbed you from your arm and pulled you towards himself.

"Calm down man! Look I took them off of her and listen I will leave you with her for few minutes to try to solve what you did. If you do anything to her I am gonna kill you even if you are my boss." Justin threatened Jungkook as his face expression suddenly turned into a serious one. "She is my wife. I will never hurt her." Jungkook said back looking directly into his eyes. " But you did. And I am giving you a chance to fix what you did." Justin said walking his way upstairs.

"Justin! No, don-" you quickly said but was cut off by Justin saying, "Give him one more chance Y/n. He should explain what has been going on with him." And with that Justin left the living room.

Nothing was heard in the room other than Jungkook's heavy breathing. He took a place beside you on the couch, grabbing your right hand between his owns. " I feel like I am getting sick." Jungkook said placing his head on your shoulders. You dodged hi face off your shoulders and scooted away from him. Jungkook quickly pulled you back placing your hand on his forehead. " Look! I am burning" Jungkook said looking at you with his doe eyes.

" You are!" You said, your eyes softening open touching his burning forehead. "But I don't care," you further stated moving your hand away from his forehead.

"You will regret this if I die from the coronavirus." Jungkook stated a small smile on his face. " What heck! No, don't say that!" You answered looking at him in the eyes.

A small chuckle escaped Jungkook's mouth as he saw how you still cared about his health. "I missed you" Jungkook suddenly confessed grabbing one strand of your hair between his fingers. "I didn't!" You stated turning your face to the side. "Don't be harsh. You are breaking my heart." He said turning your head to his side again."Good! Just like what you did to me." You answered smacking his hand away from your chin.

" I am sorry. I really didn't mean it." Jungkook said dropping his head on your shoulder once again. "Just give me a chance to explain to you what have been going on with me. Just once, please!" Jungkook begged as his arms went behind your back pulling you in a tight hug.

"I am listening" you said after thinking for few minutes.

" That night. Our wedding night. I-I told that I got and important call. Right?!" Jungkook started his explanation his head still on your shoulder. "It was from our family doctor. At first I thought he is going to tell me about my father's condition. As you know he was sick at that time. I actually didn't want to leave you at that time, but I had to. The whole ride to the clinic my mind was with you and I has planing the whole night in my head for the tenth time." Jungkook giggled as he lifted his head. He looked into your eyes as he continued, "as soon as I arrived to the clinic I run to the doctors office. He told to take a seat and to calm down. I quickly thought that there is something wrong with my dad but the doctor assured that he was fine and that what he is about to tell is about me not my dad." Jungkook paused a little bit taking a deep breath. "He...He told me that.... that I am s-sterile.... I-I can't have a b-baby." Your eyes widened upon hearing what Jungkook said. You felt your heart pounding against your chest as if it wants to break free from your chest.

"I left the clinic all broken. I didn't want to go back home to you. The fact of not being able to have my own child was killing me. I went to the park and stayed there for hours and hours. I was thinking of how am I supposed to tell you. And then an idea came to my mind. Not coming near you, ignoring you, not touching you. I thought of divorcing but I knew that I can't leave without you. I was so in love with you and still I am to the point that I wanted you to stay with me. I didn't tell you that I can't have a baby because I know how much you love children and I didn't want you to leave me. I am sorry!! I know I am selfish. And believe me I will try to leave you if you want a divorce. I understand." Jungkook was sobbing the whole time and you too. Your hands went towards Jungkook's cheek wiping his tears away.

"You should of told me" you said pulling Jungkook into a tight hug. " You would of left me." Jungkook answered hugging you back.

"I would never leave you. I do love children but not as much as I love you." You stated, kissing Jungkook on the forehead. "You told me you hated me few hours ago." Jungkook said giggling. "Shut up. We are being serious over here." You said pushing Jungkook away.

"Does this mean you forgave me? I swear I am gonna take medicine every single day." Jungkook asked as his hand caressed your cheek and his eyes looked lovingly at you.

"Hmmm" you hummed in response a burning sensation spreading up into her cheeks. Why are you even blushing? Maybe because of the overwhelming feelings of Jungkook finally opening up to you and him being all lovey dovey like he used to.

"I hate it!!" Jungkook suddenly declared as the tone of his voice become serious. "What?!" You asked dumbfounded. "That Justin guy made you blush. And I hated it. I have been trying to keep you away from him but you keep sticking to him. I told you to not come to company just to not see you with and you still find you own ways to meet him." Jungkook said crossing his arms on his chest as he pouted.

"Are you serious?! He is my best friend ."

"Best friends don't touch each other like that. He keeps looking at you as if he loves you. You can't see what I see in his eyes. He is-"

"Gay!! He is gay. And I really don't know what the heck you mean by he looks at me as if he loves me."

"W-what?!" A shocked expression took over Jungkook's face.

"Hahahaha!!!!" Justin suddenly came to the living room laughing hard to the point that tears were visible in his eyes. "I can't believe you! I have been you secretary for years and you still don't know that I am gay?!" Justin asked still laughing

"Shut up! I better waste my time on work other than knowing stuff about you." Jungkook yelled getting frustrated.

"Calm down boss don't get mad or angry. When you were angry few moments ago you looked sexy as fuck man! I barely hold myself because of y/n"

" You are fired!"

"W-what!! Why?!"

"The way you talk scares me!"

"Jungkook!! Don't!!" You said looking at Jungkook with puppy eyes.

"Are you serious?! He is flirting with your husband." Jungkook pointed towards Justin as you laughed at what Jungkook said.

"No boss!! I swear I won't say anything like that anymore." Justin spoke still a smile on his face.

"I don't understand why I haven't noticed that he was gay before. I look stupid, like come on it is so obvious."

"Because you are stupid!!" You replied a huge smile on your face.

"Oh yes!! That's right. I need to fix this problem." Jungkook answered, returning the same smile to you.

"Boss you first have to think about how to make children and then think about how to stop being stupid." Justin and you laughed looking towards Jungkook.

"Shut up!!! I swear I am gonna kill you!! You are really fired now!"

Hope you enjoyed this two-shot and please feel free to request whatever kind of ff or Oneshot you want me write.

Also, I just hope my writing gets better 😭 cause it sucks to be honest. I am sorry it’s just the English is my third language.

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mariamermaid · 5 years ago

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Full of Surprises

JJ Maybank x fem reader

Summary: As JJ´s 18th birthday is right around the corner, you take it upon yourself to give him a worthy present…

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: does not follow plot of the show, mentions of blood

A/N: I recently watch OBX and totally loved it! Should I open request for the show?

Heart of Gold and full of surprises, at least that´s what JJ always said about you. You came into the group of Pogue´s lastly, but you bonded quickly. Your parents were divorced and after living with your mother for several years, you had decided to move to your father´s since your mother was planning on marrying again. You didn´t get along with her new boyfriend, well fiancé, and with his two younger children, you felt like not having a place in the family anymore. More fights erupted and after long arguments, your mother finally agreed. Your father was born and raised in the Outer Banks, knew every inch and every stone and when you finally set foot on the island, you fell in love with it as well. Your father was one of the few middle-class man on the island, enough money on hand to live, have a small house and offer some peace.

It was Kiara who then brought you into the group and when you offered some homemade lemonade with sandwiches and freshly baked cookies, they all made some room for you in their hearts. Close to Miami, where you grew up, you were a city girl, but you enjoyed the island so much more and so did the people there. Most pogues, who had been living there for their entire life, where almost relieved to find you as your father´s daughter. They welcomed you with open arms and gave you a new home.

“Excited for tomorrow?” JJ tore you away from your thoughts and sat down next to you, his feet dangling in the water as well. You chuckled. “It´s your birthday, are you excited?”

“Well, technically my birthday is on Saturday, tomorrow just starts the party”, he replied and you playfully hit his shoulder. John B was driving the boat to the Chateau, also known as his home. Kie and Pope sat in the back, talking about who knew what exactly. JJ´s laughter died down as he became more serious, a rare sight on him. He shrugged. “It´s just a birthday, nothin´ gonna change.” “Eighteen, JJ! It´s a number to celebrate, legal to leave home and shit!”

You always imagined him being ecstatic about this day, the day where he could leave his shitty home and his shittier dad behind. Apparently, you were wrong. Your brows furrowed as you watched his blue eyes travel across the horizon of the swamps. “Where would I go?” He asked mindlessly and it almost broke your heart seeing him that way. It was rare when he showed his weak and vulnerable sides, but you would always be there for him. John B noticed how his friend became around you, how he let his façade slip, at least for some time. He hadn´t talked to him about it, but he knew Kie had begun to notice as well.

“Where would I wanna go without you?”

You arrived at the Chateau, and you cursed John B for not taking a wrong turn, not that he would ever do so by accident. The topic broke off with JJ, but you knew it wasn´t over yet. At a later point you would ask again, and again and again, until he would tell you the truth.

Sometimes it drove the group insane how hardheaded you were, especially when it collided with JJ´s stubbornness, however, your points were usually better and smarter. JJ would also never admit that he sometimes picked small fights with you, just to see you heated in the topic.

There wasn´t a single thing you couldn´t do, at least that´s how it seemed. You were an ace in school, especially languages, biology and psychology. The worst part? You didn´t even study half as much as Pope did. JJ and John B often made bets, who would get the higher score. You had a diving license and once, you made an entire dress for Kiara from total scratch, while being high. It looked absolutely amazing. You picked locks in under 40 seconds and baked the best cookies on the island. Together with JJ you had taken apart the engine of a car, and build it back together. You could open beer bottles with your teeth or a lip gloss and once at a party, you won an arm-wrestle against Rafe Cameron. To add to all of that, you worked part time as a waitress and not once, you forgot an order. You gave Kie all of her piercings and you stitched up both John B and JJ several times with needle and threat. You knew all the words to slim shady and every single song from any Disney movie.

If there was something you couldn´t do, you were at least down to learn it and work hard for it. It was one of the reasons why everyone in the group loved you so much, you always had an idea for an boring day or a solution to the newest problem. It was John B, who called you on the Friday afternoon to discuss a new problem, a few hours before JJ´s party would begin.

“This better be important JB, the lightning in your bathroom is terrible to do my make up in!” You exclaimed when entering his house, your backpack with the essentials for the party hanging over your shoulder. He was sitting at the kitchen table, blood running down his arm. Your backpack fell to the ground as you started quickly inspecting the wound. A branch was sticking in it.

“Why is there a branch sticking in you?” You asked while hurrying through the house to find the first aid kit. “I fell.” You saw how he scratched the back of his neck, an awkward silence following. You kneeled down again next to him, getting ready to pull the branch out. “You fell?”

“Yeah.”

“Doing what exactly?”

“Climbing-“ While he talked, you pulled the branch out and pressed down a disinfecting towel. “Sneaking out”, he corrected himself as he noticed your eyes twitching. You could always tell a lie. “From where?” “I… uhm… I don´t-“, he hissed in pain as you made the first stitch.

“From a girl´s house.” Finally, he had your attention and you raised your eyebrow while continuing to stitch. “A girl´s house? Who?” You wore now a grin and noticed how your friend began smiling as well. “John B? Pogue´s don´t lie to each other! Whose the girl?”

“Promise me not to tell the others, at least not for now.”

“Pinky promise.” “Sarah.” You almost pocked the needle in the wrong place and let out a small scream. “Sarah Cameron?!” “Yes, psht now!” You had just finished your work and while taking a last look on the wound, you leaned back and eyed John B. “So, that´s why you been smiling so lost in the past weeks!”

“You´re not angry?” “They´re many kooks I don´t like, but Sarah? She´s a sweetheart, she sometimes comes to study when I work.” He sighed relieved and pushed his hair back. “I wish the rest would react as chill as you.” You chuckled. “Good luck telling them.”

“I was hoping you´d help me.” “Your girlfriend, not mine, Johny Boy.”

You pulled out two beers from the fridge and began eyeing the outfits you had brought with you. It didn´t help that the party would start soon, you would just get ready there. “What´s up with JJ by the way?” You asked as you held the red top in front of the mirror. “I was actually hoping you knew.”

“Me?”

“C´mon, Y/n, he tells you everything! From what he had for breakfast to stories from his childhood, I didn´t even know about!” You hit his shoulder while making your way around the table again. “Oh, I would wear the dress, JJ loves it on you!” You sighed and took the ultramarine dress, changing in the bathroom, door slightly opened. “Okay so what? JJ and I talk a lot, what about it? I still don´t know what´s wrong! Yesterday he didn´t seem excited for his birthday at all!”

Leaving the bathroom changed into the dark blue wrap around dress you started fumbling around with your hair. John B shrugged; he was still leaning on the table. “I guess it´s about his dad.”

You let out a heavy sigh. “But that problem is gonna go away, he´s 18, allowed to legally leave home!” “And where should he go? JJ is too proud to move in with me or you, he thinks he´s a burden…”

“He is not a burden! Do you know how often I already asked him to move in?” John B chuckled. “When you wear this dress, he´ll be ready to move into your bed.” You threw the shirt you had worn before against his head. Luckily, he didn´t see how you blushed and quickly changed the topic back again. “Whatever he thinks, I have the moving problem solved! Just wait for his present.” You explained with a proud smile, John B furrowed his brows. “What exactly are you giving him, Y/n?” Kie and Pope had JJ´s present discussed, but you had decided against the custom surfboard and wanted to give him something else. “It´ll be a surprise.” “You can´t even tell us!” “That´s what it makes it a surprise.” He gave you the puppy eyes, but you had your make-up bag in your hand and closed the bathroom door behind you. “You´ll see, John B.”

“Always full of surprises.”

When JJ arrived at the beach, everything was already ready. Kie and Pope had set up fairy lights and brought snacks. A few blankets were spread on the ground, since more pogues would be joining soon. Together with John B you heaved the keg of beer, which was the last thing missing. The second you set down the heavy keg, JJ approached. A huge smile spread on his lips. He wore a light shirt, opened at the front and a cap on his head, looking surfer boy good as always.

“Ready for your party?” Kie asked him as she gave him a hug. Pope looked at his watch. “Three hours left till midnight, till you´re 18!” JJ scratched his back, his eyes looking through the circle of friends. “All that matters that you´re all here with me”, he explained. Laughing you joined for a group hug. “It´s gonna be an amazing evening, promise!” John B exclaimed and you looked over JJ, a certain sadness still hiding behind his striking blue eyes. Within the next hour, more people came. Just before midnight, the group of teenagers outlined about 30 or 40. You were just talking to some friends from school, when an arm slung around your shoulder. You didn´t even have to look up to find JJ, his cologne and the smell of liquor and smoke was unmistakable. He seemed a good amount of drunk and so did you. Soft music played in the background and JJ pulled you on the dancefloor. You giggled as your hands crossed behind his neck. “You know, I don´t need a present, right?” He finally spoke up and you grinned. “Man, you should´ve told us earlier!”

He let out a laugh. You knew JJ often felt uncomfortable when people made efforts just for him. “Trust me, you´ll love their present.” His brows furrowed at your comment and he slowed down the dancing. “Their?” You nodded slowly, avoiding his glance. “I can´t give you your present until tomorrow.” JJ still seemed confused and you both sat down on a thick branch from a fallen over palm tree. “What have you planned again, Y/n?” He asked smirking, but you shook your head.

“A surprise.”

Suddenly John B approached, a little staggering from side to side, well a lot. “DUDE it´s twelve o´clock!” With that he pulled his best friend back on his feet and you followed the two, as John B led JJ to Pope and Kie, who held up the present proudly. From the form it was easy to tell that it was a surfboard, but the three had it customized by themselves. The had drawn the five people of your group as silhouettes surfing on the wave in front of the island. It looked amazing. “Happy Birthday!” They all grinned and Kie and you started singing, while JJ looked amazed at the board. “Guys! You didn´t have to!” “Yes, we did!” Kie immediately exclaimed. JJ eyes met yours and you shrugged. “Sorry you still have to wait.” John B sighed next to you. “She doesn´t even want to tell us, can you believe her, JJ?” JJ remained quiet, his eyes lingering on you. “Full of surprises.”

You woke up the next morning, snuggled next to JJ on John B´s couch. Your head still hurt a little, but after downing a glass of water and freshening up in the bathroom, you felt more awake. You barely remembered how you ended up on the couch, but it slowly came back to you. You had tried to bring JJ to sleep, but he was too clingy and made you stay. At that thought, you blushed. Glancing down on him, as you sat back on the couch. He still slept peacefully. Carefully you shook his shoulder and his eyes fluttered open, he started smiling.

“Mornin´.” “Hungover?” He shrugged and you offered him a glass of water as well. “I´ll wake up the other´s.” He groaned. “Why can´t we just stay here?” You threw a shirt, or whatever it was at him. “Your present!”

“LEFT TURN!” You screamed while John B hit the brakes, taking a sharp turn. “Jeez Y/n, next time you drive! Where are going anyway?” JJ, Kie and Pope were seated in the back, they all looked a little ill after you coordinated John B with absolute last-minute directions. “STOP, we´re here!” You suddenly announced. It had only taken a 10-minute drive from the chateau, but now you were… In the middle of nowhere. You jumped out the van firstly, opening the back door for JJ and the rest. John B took a look around in the mean-time. “Where are we exactly?” Kie asked now as well. A few trees stood around, the water was near, but there was nothing really. You grinned from ear to ear. “You guys see where the water starts? And the post behind the van?” You asked excited and they all nodded confused. Especially JJ watched you slightly concerned. Then you pulled a few sheets of paper and presented them even more proud. JJ took them from you, and while he read them, you watched as his eyes widened. “You´re joking, right?!”

You shook your head. “Nope, this land is officially yours!” JJ let out a short laugh, and looked around again. “It belongs to me?!” “YES!” He couldn´t hold it in anymore and embraced you tightly, spinning you around in the air. “Y/n you´re crazy!”

Pope had taken the papers and nodded approving. Kie and John B laughed surprised. “Now you just need a roof to sleep under!” JB added. You grinned while JJ just didn´t let you go. He looked straight at you, his eyes not once tearing away. “Actually, there is this caravan at the junkyard, it´s in pretty good condition, could use some re-modeling. I think you could get it for a good deal?”

“You´re unbelievable”, JJ breathed again. You shrugged. “I thought you needed a good place to stay, what better than your own place?” He shook his head and just then, you realized how close he was to tearing up. “How can I ever thank you?” He asked whispering, his eyes still watery. “Just let me crash from time to time?” “You can move in with me, if you wanted to! I could live with you for the rest of my life!” JJ exclaimed before even realizing what he said, the group went quiet. You could watch from the corner of your eye, how Kie pulled Pope and John B away from the two of you. Rather awkwardly, you left the hug and JJ scratched the back of his neck.

“I didn´t mean… I didn´t… I... uhm…” JJ started rumbling. “Why not?” You blurted out and he looked up from the ground even more confused. He let out a chuckle. “I´ve known you for like forever and yet you surprise me.” You smirked and stepped a little closer to him.

“Would that surprise you?” You asked quietly and leaned on your tip toes to press your lips softly against his. JJ immediately leaned in and with both hands cupping your face, he held you closer and deepened the kiss. “This is by far the best birthday present.”

#jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj mayback x reader #rudy pankow #outer banks #obx #mariamermaidimagine

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argentdandelion · 4 years ago

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How To Get Your Number Down to Zero (Part 3 of 3)

How to Achieve Emotional Growth

Emotional Vulnerability

In contrast, Simon and, initially, Amelia are limited in their emotional expressions around others, especially in their sadness. Amelia seems to disapprove of crying: she mockingly tells Tulip to not cry. When Simon cries in the “We won’t tell Simon” memory reveal scene, he cries silently while everyone is asleep. Though deeply upset in Le Chat Chalet, he doesn’t cry; his responses are largely anger and obvious frustration. The one time he cries when others might be able to see him is after he seemingly kills Grace. He laughs evilly, cries within seconds, and tries to laugh it off while pressing his hands over his ears, as if trying to block something out (a conscience, perhaps). Indeed, though Simon was baffled, frustrated, and angered at Grace’s sudden changes in behavior, he didn’t confront her about it with anything but bafflement, frustration, and anger, when he confronted her at all.

Later in “Vulnerability: The Key to Better Relationships”, Mark Manson states: “And it’s a shining example of vulnerability because you’re saying “I have a problem. I’m not perfect, but that’s okay. I can deal with it, and I will deal with it.” In a scene set seven months after she either enters or leaves the train, Tulip says she’s “ready for anything”, suggesting Mark Manson’s words characterize a successful passenger. In contrast, Mark Manson’s words certainly do not describe Simon; he rarely admitted he had a “problem”.

Discarding of Concepts, Desires, or Motives

It seems passengers can get their numbers to 0 by letting go, giving up, moving on, or otherwise no longer caring about or being badly affected by a particular issue the memory tapes suggest is highly important. Passengers who could do that eventually got their numbers to zero, while those who didn’t, Amelia and Simon, ended up, respectively, still trapped and maxed-out (and dead).

However, it’s hard to determine letting go, giving up, moving on, or otherwise no longer caring about an issue is the cause for all instances of numbers going down. Indeed, if one thinks of Jesse’s issue as “caring too much about what others think of him/trying to be friends with everyone”, he got his number to zero by caring: actions motivated by caring about Lake. When Jesse confidently, even aggressively, rejects Simon's attempt to soothe him and downplay what was happening, shows a spine in the face of peer pressure from the “cool kids”, and tells Lake “I got you. We’re getting out of here”, his number goes from 22 to 0, and it’s unclear which action did this or how much of an effect each action had.

Re-Evaluation

Successful passengers re-evaluate their beliefs, values, perspectives, perceptions, or behavior. Tulip had the self-awareness to realize she had distorted her own memories to show her life pre-divorce as entirely happy, Jesse re-evaluated the cool kids that put his brother in a dangerous man test, and Grace came to realize that denizens were people, causing much of her Apex beliefs to collapse.

Amelia apparently got her number so high by repeating the same maladaptive coping mechanism over and over for 33 years: she “ran away” from adapting to a life without Alrick. She says “there’s a hole in the universe where Alrick used to be”, but it seems that for 33 years, she didn’t try to patch over that hole with anything but a perfect recreation of her life before the train.

In contrast to Tulip, who realized she was wrong about how she thought about her parents’ divorce, Simon never admitted he was wrong. (Him telling Grace “You were right not to trust [Amelia]!” aside) He did not even quietly re-evaluate or discard his Apex beliefs and beliefs about numbers, despite repeatedly facing evidence it was wrong and seeing all the harm it had accomplished. In a way, he “ran away” from his problems and denied most of his problems even existed, with the notable exception of his relationship problems with Grace. Furthermore, the rarity of him confronting his trauma, turmoil or insecurities trapped Simon in a dogmatic and aggressive spiral until his number maxed out and he, briefly, became unhinged from the weight of his actions until he was killed.

Specific Actions

It’s hard to tell if there are any standardized actions of getting one’s number down by a certain value or percentage of the whole, even for the same passenger.

Although “kicking the toad” (in The Toad Car) clearly has a value of 5 for Jesse (29 changes to 34), his number seems to go up by 2 (29 to 31) when Alan Dracula strongly kicks the toad, and it seems to go up by only 1 when he halfheartedly kicks a cube in “The Mall Car”. It’s possible “letting the toad go free” brought Jesse’s number down by 17, or by more than half its original number. But the preceding sequence wasn’t just letting the toad go free: Jesse freed the toad to ensure he, M.T., and Alan Dracula could escape the Flecs, since The Toad Car required kicking the toad to leave the car. The real number-lowering reason could have been “stick with Lake and help her out, even knowing she broke Mirror Law and has been lying about her history”, letting the toad go free to ensure he and his friends could escape was just the particular way he carried that out.

Tulip’s journey also supports the idea the amount a number drops is context-specific or largely unpredictable. Tulip’s number goes down when she recalls a happy memory with her dad, but being in her tape, which was full of happy memories with her parents (both true and false ones) didn’t bring her number down until she confronted the false memories. Notably, she had tweaked the particulars of the happy memory of fixing go-karts with her dad to support her idea of "work first, play later", and her number only goes down when she acknowledges parts of her memories which don't fit that idea."

People's numbers might be dependent on other people, in the sense of close relationships with others. Certainly, passenger-denizen interaction can lower a number (see Grace with Hazel and Tuba), but so can passenger-passenger interaction. For example, in the “Hey Ho Whoa” car, when Amelia said she didn’t really want to ask for help, but really appreciated Grace’s cooperation, her number went down by at least three digits.

Complicating things, there are times when number responses seem to have a time delay. When the freed toad leaves Jesse in “The Toad Car”, Jesse’s number goes from 31 to 14 instantly. Jesse’s number goes from 22 to 0 after a sequence where he confidently (even aggressively) rejects Simon's attempt to soothe him and downplay what was happening, shows a spine in the face of peer pressure from the “cool kids”, and tells M.T. “I got you. We’re getting out of here.” It’s possible he did several number-lowering things that could have been counted separately, or a single very number-lowering thing with a time delay.

It’s possible a number only goes down if an action, thought or belief “sinks in” or if passengers are aware of what they’re doing. When Tulip tells Amelia she can still bring her number down, Amelia's number goes down before she even speaks, therefore suggesting even thinking in the right direction can get someone's number down.

#Infinity Train #Meta #Analysis #Amelia Hughes #Jesse Cosay #Grace Monroe #Simon Laurent #Tulip Olsen #How to Get Your Number Down to Zero

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serendipityjxmn · 4 years ago

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I Hate You, Park Jimin!

Chapter 22

Words Count: 3.7k

TW: Slight angst..?

Link to Chapter 21

Link to Chapter 23

The ride back to my apartment was silent. It was oddly deafening in the car. I looked over at Jimin. His expression didn’t seem to be mad but I was very unsure since he was too silent. I knew I should say something but I don’t know how to start.

I looked down and continued to stare at my own fingers.

Is he mad that I lied to him?

Of course he would. Anyone in the right mind would feel pissed when lied to.

I sighed.

We arrived at my apartment’s parking lot. Jimin shut his engine off but didn’t make a move to go out.

He stared blankly through the car window. “Why didn’t you tell me truthfully about it?” He asked calmly though there’s disappointment laced in it. “You don’t trust me?”

“No, it’s not that!” The last thing I wanted was him doubting my love and trust for him. “I just.. we weren’t close enough at the time and.. i don’t know.. the timing was just never right to talk about it and plus.. I don’t like talking about it..”

He sighed but didn’t say anything.

Should I ask him about the deal? He’s keeping something from me as well right..?

I sighed. Never mind. That can wait. Let’s not make it more tense than now.

He turned to look at me. I blushed when he stared at me deeply.

“W-why..?” I asked softly.

He gave me a small smile. “Come, let’s go. I’ll walk you to your apartment.”

I went out of the car.

“You’re not.. staying?”

He smiled his own smile that never failed to make me flutter, bemused at me. He had his hand held out to me. “You want me to?”

I held out mine to him and he clasped it firmly.

“I.. I’m not sure what I want..”

He chuckled. “We’ll see.”

We arrived at my apartment but I stopped in my track when I saw unfamiliar shoes outside.

“Someone’s inside?” Jimin asked.

I nodded. He instinctively went in front of me. I chuckled. “It’s a female shoes though...” Hm.. mom?

We both then went in and the lights were turned on. Doesn’t look like a culprit has entered though..

“Mom..?” I asked.

Jimin looked at me. “Mom?”

And then a familiar figure appeared from the kitchen.

“Mom!” I immediately ran and went to hug her.

“Hana-ya..” she said softly, hugging me back.

“Mom.. you’re here!” I said after she released me.

“Whoops. You caught me here. And you’re here with...?” She raised her brows, “a guy?” she asked as her eyes fell on Jimin.

Oops... I momentarily forgot about Jimin. I turned around and saw him squaring up, slightly flustered from not knowing how to react from the unexpected meeting.

“Annyeonghaseyo eomonim.” He bowed.

“Aigoooo! Who’s child is so handsome like this!” My mother gushed and I unknowingly let a sigh of relief.

“Eomonim- please don’t misunderstand. I was just going to drop Hana home. We thought someone was trespassing her house-“

“Don’t worry about that! I didn’t say anything~ come and have a seat. I’ll make you some tea.”

He looked at me, eyes asking on what he should do. I just smiled at him then gestured him to sit.

It was merely about an hour later when I freshly went out of the shower and headed to the dining area to see my mother alone.

“Where’s Jimin?”

She placed a finger on her mouth and jutted her jaw towards the living room. I went over and saw Jimin sound asleep on the couch. I almost melt at the sight. He looked so innocent. I quickly headed back to my room and returned to place a blanket on him.

I went back towards the kitchen island, my mother sitting there drinking some warm tea. I hugged her before going to sit beside her.

“I’ve missed you a lot mom..” I held her hand and went to lean on her shoulder.

“Me too, dear..” She leaned her head on top of mine. “Do you like him?”

Love. I thought without a pause. “Yes.”

My mother just hummed in response.

I went out of my mom’s embrace and sighed. “I’m just.. scared. I like him so much sometimes it’s overwhelming.. Plus he can be a bit overbearing. I’m scared.. that things will end up like dad. He’s rich. Crazy rich. Just like dad too. I don’t ever know if he’s going to still like me even after ten years. I don’t know how much of my flaw he can take..”

My mom smiled fondly at me. “I can tell by the way he looks at you.. His eyes lit up just at the mention of your name. He smiles fondly whenever I share with him about your childhood.”

“Mom!”

She laughed. Her face was wrinkled, showing creases but she’s still as beautiful as ever and suddenly it hit me of how much I missed her.

“But seriously, go for your heart. Don’t be scared of love, my dear.” She said softly. Then she held out her hand and clasped mine. “With love.. it’s always risks and mistakes and errors before you’re sure of it. Give him a chance. You have to give him the benefit of the doubt.”

I only nodded in response. Because deep in my heart I knew her words were true.

JIMIN’S POV

The next morning, I woke up feeling a slight pain on my neck. I had fallen asleep on the couch last night. I noticed the pillow and blanket covering me which I knew Hana had prepared for me. I was still awake when she did so.

And then I heard hushed voices and sounds of plates clinking. The smell of fried rice entered my nose and immediately I heard my stomach grumbling.

“Jimin..?” I heard Hana’s voice called. I looked over to see her heading towards me with a fresh towel on her hand.

“Morning.” I said and she beamed at me.

“Good morning.” She replied back then handed me the towel. “Go shower. Breakfast is ready so be quick.”

I nodded and immediately got up. But not before I placed my fingers and caressed her cheeks, making her blush. Damn it, I want to kiss her but her mom would probably kick me out right then and there. So I resolved into winking at her before disappearing to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, we were in the car on our way to the campus. Hana’s mother had been so nice and even made some lunch pack for the both of us.

I looked over to my left and saw Hana fast asleep. I smiled fondly at her adorable and peaceful face.

My thoughts went back and wandered to the conversation I heard last night. I was tired so I sat on the couch and thought of getting a slight shut-eye but before I could drift off to sleep, I overheard Hana’s conversation with her mother.

So that’s why she was so reluctant to let me in. She was scared the same thing would happen to her.. just like her mother with her father which ended up with divorce.

Little did she know that I’d already spoken with her mother last night just as she was having the time of her life showering.

I confessed to her mother that I was genuinely in love with her daughter, had been chasing after her yet she refused to let me in.

Her mom held my hand. “Thank you so much.. for loving my daughter.. She is very reserved and doesn’t have faith in boys to begin with ever since she was little. And I think you changed that about her.”

And that’s when I decided that I was going to fight for her.

KIM HANA’S POV

“My family’s hosting a dinner charity event tomorrow night. The both of you are welcomed to join.” Jimin said as he took a seat next to me and immediately placed his arm around me. Jimin and I went on a double date sort of with Ah Young and Eun Woo today. Though it was still like a separate date since we only watched movies. We went to a coffee shop shortly after.

Eun Woo nodded. “Heard it from my dad yesterday.”

“Heol~ am I going to be in a place full of people with net worth more than $10 million each?” I joked.

“A good place for a proposal too.” Ah Young chirped in and winked at me.

I rolled my eyes at her. She then turned towards her boyfriend. “When are you gonna propose to me?”

“Anytime you wish.” Eun Woo replied and proceeded to plant a kiss on Ah Young’s lips. Damn, boy still doesn’t have a single care for the world about public display of affection. Ah Young went bright red and honestly, me too.

And all of a sudden I froze when I felt Jimin’s lips near my ears and whispered, “Hm.. not such a bad idea.. that..” making me shiver. What idea?

And so the next day I found myself sitting on a table set with fancy decoration and drapes not far from the stage between my boyfriend and my bestfriend, joined by Eun Woo and the other five of Jimin’s bestfriends.

Everyone looked dashing in their own impeccable suits, my bestfriend looked gorgeous too donning her midnight blue one shoulder strap dress filled with sequins. I myself wore an off shoulder long dress in cream pastel colour.

“Have I told you you look so damn beautiful tonight?” Jimin said, close to my ears. My hands were tightly clasped in his, firm on my lap.

I blushed, the effects of his words together with his low voice immediate on me. “Only for the millionth time.”

“I can’t help it..” he whispered, leaning even closer towards me. “I just feel like biting you.. here.” He leaned slightly lower and chastely gave a light kiss on my shoulder, making me shiver.

“Jimin, stop.” I warned. I could already feel a slight wetness pooling down there and I definitely do not want a repetition of previous misfortune the last time I ate with the rest of his best friends.

He leaned back away and then winked at me, making me roll my eyes.

“Welcome, welcome everyone to the Park’s annual charity event. As everyone invited might have known, my wife and I had founded this event and we’ve been doing this for seven years now in hope to contribute much more to the society.” I recognised Mr. Park giving a speech on the podium. “Every year, we have seen an increase in the number of generous donators with mostly coming from the strategic alliance and partners of Park Corporation itself. We wish to extend our greatest gratitude and are deeply honored for your generosity. We’d hoped to work more with socially conscious parties and organisations and together, we can be the change we wanted in the world.”

That earned a round of applause from the crowd.

“However, before that, we have some announcements to be made. First of all, allow me to invite my son to come up on the stage.”

His son? Jimin? I turned to look at him immediately. He only smiled at me in response, not uttering a single word. He then released my hand and went to come up on stage.

“Good evening, everyone.” He said after bowing. It was unfair, the lights shining on him only made him a thousand times more gorgeous. “I apologize for taking up the honored guests’ time, but I’d like to ask for a few minutes to announce something.”

He then took a deep breath and his gaze landed right to me.

My heart skipped a beat.

“So earlier this year, I was blessed enough to get closer to this wonderful woman, who I’ve been crushing on since forever.”

Oh my god... don’t tell me...

I heard Ah Young squealing beside me but I was lost in Jimin’s eyes. I could only see him.

“So please allow me to invite and introduce my beautiful girlfriend, Kim Hana.” He said and made a gesture for me to come near the stage.

I couldn’t think of anything and everything felt like a spur of moment, where I rose to my feet and someone pushed me forward and I’m now taking step by step towards him, towards Jimin, the love of my life.

He held his arm out to me when I went near and I gratefully took it. My leg was all jelly now. He laced his hands with mine immediately. I finally get a good look at the crowd and I can’t push away the nerve that tingled me to the spine as I wasn’t used to being the centre of attention.

He said to the mic, “Everyone, I just wanted to take this opportunity to..” and suddenly he went down on one knee right in front of me.

I was beyond shocked I had no memory of how I reacted then.

But then on Jimin’s hand was a ring, a diamond ring that looked so beautiful.. I felt my eyes watering when he uttered those words.

“..do this.” He finished. And then to me, “Marry me?” He looked up at me.

I swear a tear escaped my bay. My heart pounds furiously. But all I could see is him.

“Y-yes..” I croaked. More towards me and towards him. And then a more confident, “Yes.”

And the crowd erupted into a loud cheer. But it was all muted to me. Because right then and there, my eyes were only at him. Will and forever will be.

I stood still, mesmerized when he placed the ring on my finger and pulled me into an embrace before finally, planting a kiss on my forehead. “Thank you baby..” he whispered.

This was all so sudden, I can’t believe it was really happening. I’m Jimin’s fiancee now?! My head felt like it was spinning around.

And the mic went back towards Mr. and Mrs. Park. I stood awkwardly still beside Jimin, and I’m so grateful to him for putting his hand on the small of my back, supporting me.

“So with that settled.. I also have an announcement to be made..” Mr. Park said. “I am here to announce that I hereby would like to appoint my son as the rightful heir to the Park Corporations. Effective from this Monday as well, he would be positioned as the new CEO and I will be stepping down. However, I would remain advisor to important matters as the Chairman of the company.”

I gaped. This was all news to me!

“Technically, this is still unofficial. Everyone would receive the news officially once we all enter the office tomorrow.”

Half an hour later, I still had problems trying to wrap my brains around everything. I stood awkwardly still beside Jimin, his hand firm on my waist as some investor or another close partner of the company congratulated him.

“You okay?” Jimin asked.

“Umm.. I just need a bathroom break for a moment.”

“Sure. Don’t take too long though.” He smiled and I smiled back at him. I whisked myself towards the bathroom as soon as he untangled himself from me.

Is everything happening for real? It felt weird.. No matter how he may wanted it to be a surprise.. he probably should’ve asked me first.. perhaps privately? And my mother.. holy shit! My mom! Should I call and ask her? What if she says no? Is everything cancelled then? It can’t be cancelled though..

I shook my head. I need answers from Jimin. But not now. I proceeded to wash my face and immediately felt slightly better. I reapplied my makeup and was going to head out when someone blocked my pathway.

A girl, hair tied in a pretty braid, donning a medium-length black satin dress, Yoo Nara.

I stared down at her but all she did was smirk at me.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“You know what,” she crossed her arms, “you’ll never be good enough for him.”

Wow. Literally, who does she thinks she is? “Thanks for your kind words. I’ll keep that in mind.” I made my way again but she blocked it yet again.

“How long do you think he can put up with you? Did you know that because of you he had to accept his father’s order to inherit the company when he didn’t want to?”

What..? I staggered slightly. “What do you mean?”

She scoffed. “You know nothing, do you? And you expect him to love you endlessly? Well, newsflash girl, love doesn’t show you the reality and how the world actually works. Pull yourself together.” She stepped closer to me. “You will never be good enough for him.”

I felt myself boiling inside. “Shut the fuck up, bitch.” Seeing her flustered reaction, I left smiling satisfactorily although a thousand of emotions rushed through me.

Did Jimin really had to go through all that because of me? Was that the deal he had to accept from his father? What do I do..?

In the midst of the crowd, I suddenly felt lost. I searched for Jimin but couldn’t find him anywhere. I felt a sudden urge to cry. Tears threatening to escape from its bay.

Somewhere ahead me, I saw Namjoon sunbae smiling at me then waved his hand at me. I waved back but knew that I wanted to be alone now. So I made my way out to the corner of the garden where there was no people. The Park’s mansion had huge garden, but even bigger backyard. They were all well kept of course. None of the flowers seemed to be out of its place.

I sighed. Is that what I will always be? A flower that does not deserve to be in the high garden? Always out of place and unfitting?

The tears that was threatening burst out and I struggled to wipe it with the back of my hand, afraid to ruin my makeup.

“Need some tissue?” Someone asked.

“Oh my!” I gasped in surprised and clutched my chest tightly. I turned around.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

I blinked several times, enough to make sure that I wasn’t hallucinating. “J-jungkook...?”

He smiled his expensive bunny smile and I lurched forward to hug him. “Oh my god it’s really you..”

He laughed. “Come on, are you really going to ignore my hand?”

I stepped back and saw that he held out a tissue for me. I gratefully took it. “Sorry I was just... I wasn’t expecting to see you here..”

He remained silent.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

Suddenly his face turned serious. No longer smiling. There was something cold in his expression.

“Doesn’t matter.” He answered me short. “Are you seriously going to be with that bastard?”

W-what..? “What are you talking about?”

He laughed, but the laugh was so sneer it confused me whether it was actually Jungkook talking. “Don’t try to joke with me. You heed my advice. I told you not to be with that bastard Jimin. And now you’re getting fucking married to him..?”

“Jungkook what is wrong with you?” I’ve never heard him use crude words before. He was always soft spoken and kind..

“What is wrong with me? Nothing.. there’s nothing wrong with me. But you.. hmm..” he stepped closer. I took a step back. He took another and got even closer till my waist hit the garden’s fence. “You.. Kim Hana.. you’ve been such a pain in my ass.” He whispered that last words then placed his hands on my cheeks, pushing it together till I felt pain. Instinctively, my hand flew to grab his, desperately trying to stop him.

“Jungkook!” I screamed through gritted teeth.

“I had been so nice to you.. so understanding.. and yet.. you’re still running to him. Tell me.. what do I lack?” His free left hand went down and I froze when I felt it grazed my breast. “God you’re so fucking pretty yet you’re giving it all to Jimin that fucker..”

I mustered all my strength to push him. But all he did was held his thighs against mine, both his hands gripping my wrists so tight it hurt. His face was inches against mine and I turned my face immediately to the side, desperate to have some distance.

Jimin.. Jimin where are you... I thought desperately and I felt my eyes becoming watery.

“Are you crazy?!”

Jimin.

It’s his voice.

I sighed in relief.

And within a second, Jungkook was snatched away from me and I struggled to blink the tears away so I could see clearly.

I gasped when I saw Jimin holding Jungkook by his collar, his eyes filled with rage.

“Do you want to fucking die?! Huh?!”

I saw him raising his fist and knew that I had to stop him before everything turned ugly at this party. “Jimin don’t!” I held onto his hand desperately.

“Babe.. baby are you okay? Are you hurt? Because if you are I swear-“

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” I said, quickly wiping my eyes. I turned towards Jungkook who was smirking at the both of us. He seemed off.. was he drunk? “Jimin let him go.”

He gave me a look of are-you-serious but still released him after staring at Jungkook as if daring him to do anything.

“Jungkook.. why are you here? You can’t be here if you’re not invited.” I said slowly.

He fell silent.

Jimin scoffed. “He’s the motherfucking only son of the founder of Korea’s biggest pharmaceutical chain.”

That hurt like a stab of knife. “You.. you’re rich..?” I choked. Flashes of him saying he needs to work part time.. and me stupidly assuming we were on the same boat..

“If you want the mother fucking money, I’m here you little slut. Why do you have to choose him?”

I swore Jimin was about to plunge forward and throw Jungkook to the ground but I was quicker. I stepped forward and slapped him in the face, well aware of the tear that rolled down my face at the same time. For the first time, I saw Jungkook’s look of fear.

“I genuinely thought of you as a friend. A genuine friend.. who happened to be in the same situation as mine.” I said through tears.

He didn’t say anything but his expression told me he was painful as well. For hurting him. And disappointment in himself.

“I hope I don’t ever see you again Jeon Jungkook. Goodbye.” And with that, I turned on my heels as tears gushed down my face.

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goofatron · 4 years ago

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OC Personality Sheet

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Trelane Powers

Alias: Trey, Lanny, Powergirl,

Gender: Female

Race: Black-White Biracial

Nationality: American

Age: 19 (in AU); 46 (in 2021)

DOB: May 12th 1975

Species: Human

Zodiac: Taurus; Rabbit (Chinese)

Abilities/Talents: Speaks like a million languages, can jerry rig even the most hopeless machines into working again, in tune with nature (speaks for the trees and all that), excellent marksmanship with her rifle (gift from her late father)

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: A free spirit (doesn't actually follow any religious code)

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility/ justice / kindness / patience

Languages: English, Spanish (mainly Mexican variant), French, Japanese, German, Chinese Mandarin, Italian, and Korean.

Family: Robert (Bob, Bobby) Powers (father; deceased); Olivia Jones (mother; left at birth); Louie and Joyce Mitchell (foster family after father was murdered)

Friends: Erick Rothstein; Donovan Ross

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship Status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese / stocky

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue-gray / green / black / other (cursed with heterochromia)

Skin: pale / fair (but tanned) / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other

Height: 5'5" / ~167cm

Weight: 120lbs. / ~54kg

Scars: One giant scar going down her back from left shoulder blade to right hip - a single swipe from a large grizzly bear she and her dad ran into on their property in Alaska. She still has the paw from the bear who nearly killed her and loves to brag about it.

Facial Features: Oval face, freckles all over, soft-Nubian nose, average-thick brows, big lips = big smiles :)

Tattoos: none (though Erick keeps pestering her about it)

Dogs or Cats? Dogs for all eternity. She has 2: a golden retriever named, Emily; a german shepard named, Vengeance. They’re the same age but she rescued them at different times.

Birds or Nugs? birds cus she doesnt know wtf a nug even is???

Snakes or Spiders? snakes though she doesnt mind spiders as long as they stay in their spaces.

Coffee or Tea? bean water

Ice Cream or Cake? ice cream. she likes to bite through it to freak out her friends.

Fruits or Vegetables? vegetables, as she grew up learning how to farm. Fruits can be too sugary for her if they’re from a Super Market.

Sandwich or Soup? Soups, as they’re hearty and good for the soul <3

Magic or Melee? Why is ranged not a choice?? >:I

Sword or Bow? oh there it is! Bow if she had to choose, but if it ever were an option: Gun. Always Gun. Gunbow perhaps?

Summer or Winter? Evolved with the capabilities to survive Alaskan winters in shorts and a tank top in a cabin with no internal heating system.

Spring or Autumn? Spring brings out new life and that means new meat to hunt!

The Past or The Future? Preferably the future. She doesn't like to look back because for her, it’s more bad memories than good.

Erick Rothstein

Alias: just Erick. don't call him ‘Rick’.

Gender: Male

Race: White

Nationality: German-American immigrant

Age: 18 in AU; 45 in 2021

DOB: September 11th 1975

Species: Human

Zodiac: Virgo; Rabbit (Chinese)

Abilities/Talents: Beautiful singing voice; voice actor; bendable; double-jointed

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: Agnostic if anything

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility/ justice / kindness / patience

Languages: English, German, Spanish (as far as high school Spanish goes)

Family: Conrad Rothstein (Father; Incarcerated); Fernanda Brandt (Mother; Incarcerated); Alvaro/Louie Rothstein Mitchell(Paternal Uncle; Disowned runaway); Joyce Mitchell (Aunt by marriage); Kimberly Mitchell (Cousin); Chad Mitchell (Cousin)

Friends: Trelane Powers; Donovan Ross

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship Status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese / stocky

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other (ginger)

Eyes: brown / blue-gray / green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other

Height: 5'10" / ~155cm

Weight: 155lbs. / ~70kg

Scars: Do mental scars count? He does have scars on his back and legs all from a leather strap used by his parents. A few scars where his left kidney used to be when he got stabbed in the 90s after exiting a gay bar.

Facial Features: Oval and firm face, still got baby fat in some areas even in his 30s (lol), traditional Germanic pointed nose™

Tattoos: none (but he does want to get matching ones w/ Trey)

Dogs or Cats? Cats 100% as he is deathly afraid of dogs as they were used to torment him as a child. He does make an exception for both of Trey’s dogs, Emily and Vengeance however.

Birds or Nugs? tf is a nug?? Birds, he guesses.

Snakes or Spiders? Neither (same reason as dogs)

Coffee or Tea? coffee 80% of the time. He’ll save tea for when he’s sick and on really chilly nights.

Ice Cream or Cake? Cake. His teeth are far too sensitive for ice cream unless it’s in the form of ice cream bars.

Fruits or Vegetables? he’ll consume fruit for days. hates green vegetables, only likes the colorful ones.

Sandwich or Soup? both. likes small sandwiches to dip into hot soup. gooood shit.

Magic or Melee? if he can use magic to fashion himself a guitar out of existance, he’s sure to win the battle through sonnets.

Sword or Bow? Why the violence? :c Why cant we all sing together? (he’s a bard at heart if it wasn't clear enough)

Summer or Winter? Summer is nice and warm; winter is numb and cold :c

Spring or Autumn? Spring! Though he does love the color changes that Autumn brings. Not so much the beginning of chilled air though.

The Past or The Future? Past? what past? there is not passst hahaha only the future with friends and new family :’)

Donovan Ross

Alias: Donny, Don, D-man, Ross (school faculty)

Gender: Male

Race: Black

Nationality: American

Age: 21 in AU; 47 in 2021

DOB: August 1st 1973

Species: Human

Zodiac: Leo; Ox (Chinese)

Abilities/Talents:

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: Christianity

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility/ justice / kindness / patience

Languages: English

Family: James Ross (Father); Roberta Wilson (Mother); Trixie Ross (Sister)

Friends: Trelane Powers; Donovan Ross; Elaina Heckathorne (Girlfriend)

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship Status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese / stocky

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue-gray / green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair (but tanned) / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other

Height: 6'2" / ~188cm

Weight: 164lbs. / ~74kg

Scars:

Facial Features: baby fat all through childhood, then chiseled features with a square jaw in adult hood. Wide and slightly bulbous nose.

Tattoos: None

Dogs or Cats? Dogs, but only small or medium sized.

Birds or Nugs? uh, birds? the heck are nugs?

Snakes or Spiders? Neither!

Coffee or Tea? gotta be decafe, but either works

Ice Cream or Cake? why isnt pie an option? :c

Fruits or Vegetables? Veggies. He has to be careful w/ fruits cus he’s allergic to most citrus fruits and bananas.

Sandwich or Soup? A nice, big, fat sandwich to fill ‘er up B)

Magic or Melee? Magic. As big and athletic he seems, he’s more into using his brains than brawn.

Sword or Bow? Short sword if nothing else, maybe even a dagger as he can just pull it out quickly for some fast jabbing action.

Summer or Winter? despite being born in the dead of summer, he’s a wintery boy

Spring or Autumn? Autumn for the same reason as a lot of people. Loves the changes in both color and the air.

The Past or The Future? He always looks forward to a brighter future, but is fond of looking back on his past. He’s made some really good memories with the people he’s met. :)

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highqueenofelfhame · 5 years ago

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when we were kids, six.

“I don’t want to have to worry if I’m part of your future or not, Aelin. You lied to me.” Aelin had lost count how many times he’d said it. That he didn’t know about his place in her life, that she had lied to him. But she hadn’t lied to him. There was just information about her life that she’d left out. Instead of arguing, though, she stepped between his legs and rested her hands on either side of his neck.

“You don’t have to worry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but it just, I don’t know, Chaol, it never came up and I know that’s a bad excuse but I was running from a lot of things that I can’t --”

“You can’t get into or won’t get into?” His voice was flat as his hands were on his thighs, but they balled into fists when she picked them up between them.

“Chaol,” she exhaled, brought one hand up to rub her eyes almost aggressively.

“I caught you in the woods with your husband, Aelin, standing so godsdamn close to each other you may as well have been making out. So you either can’t get into it or you won’t get into it.”

“We were high school sweethearts. Childhood sweethearts. We got engaged right out of high school, married a few years later, and --” Her mouth opened to say the words but something held her back. It was a heavy silence, one that settled uncomfortably over her bones and weighed her down. A flicker of doubt through her veins like lightning. “I don’t… I don’t know, Chaol. It was a long time ago and it just never felt worth mentioning, I guess.”

It was quiet for a moment, quiet and then his head fell to rest on her breastbone, his hands resting on the outsides of her thighs. Aelin ran her hands up his neck and into his hair, pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, but while she held him there in her childhood room her heart was wandering places it need not go.

“I’m sorry I accused you of having an affair,” he said, but she merely laughed.

“I’ll forgive you if you take me home now.” With a nod, he agreed, and they were packing her bags side by side until they she was ready to go, ready to leave Orynth and everyone in it behind again.

It didn’t stop the memories from flooding back on the drive to the airport. Memories of cheerleading at high school football games, of Rowan searching the crowd after a big win or better yet, Aelin being the one person he wanted when they lost. She thought of doing backflips off the pier into the lake, of bonfires wrapped in flannel blankets while she sat nestled between Rowan’s legs and roasted marshmallows. Their kisses were sticky and tasted a little like fire because she was one to burn them to a complete roast, but those had been her favorite summer kisses.

She thought about their wedding anniversary being three days earlier than their actual wedding because they were too impatient to wait and since her dad was ordained, he witnessed the whole ordeal. She thought about how hard she’d laughed when Rowan had thrown up at her feet, literally filling her satin heels and she’d shoved him into the truck and driven him home to take care of him. Rowan had apologized profusely, he hadn’t meant to get so drunk but Fenrys and Vaughan had been relentless. Aelin wasn’t mad, that was something she had never been mad about. They were twenty-somethings being twenty-somethings and having a good time. She understood and her love for him had trumped anything. But she’d always wished they’d been able to dance at their wedding before he’d been sick everywhere.

It struck her how every memory she had, good or bad, Rowan was in it. Up until the last eight years of her life, everything she knew went back to Rowan. Every road led to him, every thought. Every family or personal hospitalization, he’d been holding her hand. The time her family had been in such a bad car accident it left her back ravaged with scars, he’d been the first person at the hospital. He had run there because he was fifteen and didn’t have a car and his parents weren’t home. Everything had always been her and Rowan, until it hadn’t.

It also struck her how, up until Orynth was out of view while up in the airplane that all she seemed to think about was Rowan.

~*~

“You realize you’ve tried on like, literally a hundred dresses at this point?” Elide said flatly.

“I have not,” she shot back, smoothing her hands over her stomach while she looked in the mirror at the gown she now donned.

“And every single one you say just isn’t right.”

“Because it’s not.” It was the truth. Every time she had tried on a wedding dress she just couldn’t see herself walking down the aisle in it. She couldn’t see Chaol waiting for her, couldn’t see the bouquet in her hands even though she’d picked flowers two weeks ago. Cake tasting had been fine, but finding a wedding dress to start forever with was different. There was no compromising. It had to be right.

With a heavy sigh, she bunched up the dress in her hands and gave a sorry smile to the consultant that had been stuck with her for the last hour and hopped off the step and made her way back to the dressing room. She let herself be helped out of the dress, a gorgeous thing with tons of embellishment for sparkle that she would usually be dying over, and got back into her regular clothes. Today just wasn’t the day. Nor had the seven other days in the last five weeks been the day. Maybe there wouldn’t even be a day, but she chastised herself for that thought and grabbed her purse before joining Elide in walking out of the shop.

“Maybe I should just wear a party dress and call it a day,” she said glumly, but Elide nudged Aelin in her arm. Aelin looked down at her with raised brows.

“What happened in Orynth? You just… seem different. Even before you left you were excited about marrying Chaol and now I can feel the hesitation coming off of you.”

“It’s not… hesitation. It’s… we just got engaged. What’s the shame in waiting? We’ll have only been engaged a year by the time we get married. Why did we decide immediately on a winter wedding? I don’t even like winter.” A heavy sigh fell from her lips as she ran her fingers through her hair. “I just missed home more than I thought I did, is all. My family, my friends there. You’d fit in great.”

“I love Orynth. My family is from Perranth.”

“No shit?” Aelin’s brows were up into her hairline at the revelation and she threw an arm around Elide’s shoulders. “Maybe that’s why I like you so much.”

~*~

It wasn’t uncommon that Dorian, her attorney and her fiance’s best friend, visited set, but it was uncommon for him to look so uncomfortable. Aelin had forgotten until last week to give him the papers, partially because Chaol had found them stuck up under the viser in the hood of her car. She had feigned forgetfulness, that she’d meant to drop them off last week but time got away from her, and they’d handed them over to Dorian as soon as they saw him for dinner half an hour later.

But now Dorian was flagging her down while she was on set, looking just a tad bit uncomfortable. They were just about to wrap, so Aelin finished her scene and made her way over to Dorian, eyes looking around the room for Chaol, but she didn’t see him anywhere.

“Why do you look like someone food poisoned you?”

“I was hoping I wouldn’t see Chaol first.” That made her stomach drop in a very unkind way, and she folded her arms over her stomach.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just got the chance to look over your divorce papers and… Aelin… you forgot to sign them.” Her mouth fell open with an audible pop, a thousand different emotions clouding her mind all at once. With a shake of her head as she reached for the papers he held in his hands, she was almost in disbelief as she flipped looking for her own signature. There, next to those idiot-proof tabs were Rowan’s concise script, but her’s was nowhere to be found.

“Right. Um. Okay, yes, I’ll take care of that and get them back to you in a few days,” she was yelling over her shoulder, doing anything to put space between them so he couldn’t pull out a pen. It was an awkward position she was putting him in, hopefully not one so awkward he would feel the need to tell Chaol about it, but still, she was rushing back to her trailer and shoving the papers into her purse as if to hide them from everyone.

And maybe she was hiding them from everyone, the same way she had hidden all forty-three phone calls she’d tried to make to Rowan over the last few weeks from Chaol. He never answered, no matter how many times she called in a row, no matter how many texts. If it weren’t for the fact that the phone kept ringing, she would have assumed he changed his number, but she still got a voicemail.

“Please call me,” she said into the receiver this time, hoping that he actually would. He never did.

Aelin couldn’t help but feel all the hesitation she had felt about marrying Chaol since coming back from Terrasen. It all came to a head as she stood there, cell phone in hand, unsigned papers shoved into her black purse. It was a truth she had wanted and tried so hard to ignore but couldn’t anymore. So when she tried to call Rowan again and he didn’t answer, she made up her mind.

She wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Rowan Whitethorn was going to talk to Aelin Galathynius if it killed him. And she knew exactly how to do it.

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National Enquirer, November 2

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Jealous O.J. Simpson killed Nicole Brown over sizzling photos

Page 2: Melanie Griffith was caught in lockdown meltdown mode outside her Los Angeles home yelling at an unsuspecting laborer and giving him a good working over after he somehow crossed her bath and pushed her buttons but it doesn’t take much to get Mel to blow these days because she’s upset about two things which are getting old and not having a man in her life

Page 3: Lisa Marie Presley’s son Ben Keough’s tragic last moments were caught on tape as he argued with his girlfriend according to the coroner’s report on his suicide and security camera footage also captured the eerie sound of an apparent gunshot said the officer who viewed the tape -- Ben had hosted a party for his girlfriend Diana Pinto then about 4 a.m. the 27-year-old musician went to his bedroom; two hours later Diana went to check on him and had to jimmy the bedroom door lock with a bobby pin and she discovered his body and called 911 but Ben was pronounced dead at the scene -- since his death a devastated Lisa Marie has blamed herself for not intervening sooner; Ben had been to rehab several months before and Lisa Marie could see he was struggling with drugs and depression and she has kept a close eye on Ben’s gravesite with Graceland’s surveillance system

Page 4: Anne Heche’s shocking public pronouncement that she wants to reunite with former galpal Ellen DeGeneres was met with fury from Ellen wife Portia de Rossi -- Ellen and Anne were Hollywood’s highest-profile lesbian couple when they dated for three years before their bitter split in 2000 and they haven’t spoken since but Anne announced after her elimination on Dancing with the Stars that she would love to appear on The Ellen DeGeneres Show but Portia has made it clear she wants Anne nowhere near her wife and she believes Anne is using Ellen to drum up publicity for herself, lonely Ryan Seacrest is longing for a reunion with former flame Shayna Taylor but she wants no part of him -- workaholic Ryan announced the combustible couple’s third split in June after eight on-and-off years together -- Ryan’s obsession with being the next Dick Clark tests the patience of everybody around him and it’s made him a nightmare to be in a relationship with as Shayna found out firsthand -- Ryan seemed so cocky and sure that breaking up was the right thing to do but not having Shayna there to lean on has really gotten to him however Shayna is refusing to be played for a fool

Page 5: Kelly Clarkson made a massive mistake dumping husband Brandon Blackstock according to famed numerologist Glynis McCants

Page 6: Doting dad Kanye West is spoiling oldest daughter North rotten and it’s causing even more problems between him and wife Kim Kardashian because Kim feels North is getting too spoiled but Kanye won’t hear any of it because North is his firstborn and his princess and he treats her like it -- North is regularly served breakfast in bed on a silver tray and gets whatever she wants even if it’s waffles with strawberries and ice cream and she also has a team of beauticians and a stylist to cater to her every need as though she was a full-grown woman and her wardrobe is extensive and expensive and she never wears the same designer outfit twice plus North also loves to shop online for jewelry and Kanye gives her his credit card and she can spend $100,000 in a single sitting and Kanye just thinks it’s cute

Page 7: Daring Jill Duggar and husband Derick Dillard are rebelling against her conservative parents and causing a full-scale family war as the couple has publicly defied Baptist patriarch Jim Bob Duggar several times since their 2014 marriage and now they’ve been banned from the 19 Kids and Counting reality clan; Jim Bob’s even demanded that their neighbors have nothing to do with them -- Jill and Derick drew Jim Bob’s fury after criticizing her parents’ conservative views and shutting down their own family factory after having two sons and said they’re stopping there for now unlike Jill’s folks who had 19 kids, dog lover Jennifer Aniston adores her new rescue puppy but potty-training the pooch has been the pits so desperate Jen had to sign up her new pup Lord Chesterfield for private lessons with a dog trainer -- she has two other dogs Clyde and Sophie but they’re well-behaved and know to do their business outdoors and Jen loves them all but she forgot how much work it is to train a puppy

Page 8: Prince Harry’s wife Meghan Markle revealed her private battle with depression as her struggles with first-time motherhood and fitting in with the rigid royal family pushed her over the edge but Queen Elizabeth thinks her conniving confession is simply a ploy to sully the monarchy -- Meghan described the emotional pain caused by criticism as a death by a thousand cuts and said if people are saying things about you that aren’t true what that does to your mental and emotional health is so damaging -- Queen Elizabeth believes Meghan’s confession is a calculated attack on the monarchy and Meghan is acting like the royals waged a war against her but Meghan and Harry’s actions since they quit have infuriated Her Majesty because Meghan keeps orchestrating situations where she takes center stage appearing to support and put the spotlight on those in need but she turns them all into opportunities to talk about herself and how hard her struggle is

Page 9: Rattled Tyra Banks’ rocky start on Dancing with the Stars has her looking for a way to waltz off the show and she is already trying to back out of hosting because she hates the criticism she’s been getting from virtually everyone plus she’s unpopular with the contestants and is bickering behind the scenes with producers who now regret replacing longtime hosts Tom Bergeron and Erin Andrews -- ratings have also plummeted since Tyra took the helm with the show losing more than a million viewers in early October from the same week in 2019

Page 10: Hot Shots -- Gwen Stefani during a photo session in Calabasas, Tiffany Haddish used a leaf blower during a skit on The Ellen DeGeneres Show, Justin Bieber on a scooter in Beverly Hills, Zosia Mamet donned a unicorn horn as she wrapped the final scenes of The Flight Attendant, Robert Pattinson and Colin Farrell on the Liverpool set of The Batman

Page 11: John Oliver’s jokey jabs have earned him a crappy honor from the town of Danbury in Connecticut -- after he ragged on tony Danbury on his show Mayor Mark Boughton vowed to rename its sewage plant after him and now it’s official that the Danbury Sewage Plant is now the John Oliver Memorial Sewage Plant and as promised John is donating $55,000 to local charities which has spurred fundraising efforts for local food banks and Boughton is offering tours of the plant for $500 donations to local food pantries, ailing Phil Collins was rocked by ex-wife Orianne’s betrayal and pals fear he won’t make it to Christmas -- the singer was shocked when it emerged that Orianne who he’d divorced in 2006 and reunited with a decade later married another man in Las Vegas and the stunning news prompted him to serve an eviction notice to get her out of his Miami home and his life for good but Orianne refused to leave

Page 12: Straight Shuter -- Nev Schulman on roller blades in an L.A. parking lot (picture), Eboni K. Williams only landed the gig on The Real Housewives of New York City because she co-hosts State of the Culture on Sean Diddy Combs’ Revolt TV cable network and Bravo is desperate to get famous New Yorkers on the show so cameras will be following Eboni around at work hoping to catch Diddy, with Keeping Up with the Kardashians ending E! is looking for the next big reality family and it may be Sylvester Stallone’s daughters Sophia and Sistine and Scarlet Stallone who are all models and not one has a sex tape, with Bravo boss Andy Cohen and axed Housewife NeNe Leakes at war their mutual friends are being forced to pick sides -- Andy gave NeNe access to his famous non-reality show friends and now he’s regretting it -- Kelly Ripa and Anderson Cooper are all Team Andy

Page 13: Kris Kristofferson is battling Alzheimer’s disease and has been forced to retire from singing and acting but the songwriter is in the best place he can be at his home in Maui with family and friends who are surrounding him with love and support, frantic Kate Gosselin is feeling a financial pinch and ready to take a bath on her house by putting her $1.2 million mansion on the market for a measly $815,000 because she’s been struggling with money because she hasn’t worked in a while and living off the money she made in past

Page 14: Crime

Page 15: Marie Osmond was blue over being booted from The Talk but husband Steve Craig gave her something to get over it which was a stunning pair of opal and tanzanite earrings worth nearly $3000, Megan Thee Stallion cheated death when she was shot twice in July and is now using the terrifying incident as a platform to empower Black women and she wrote an op-ed saying the attack proved she and other Black women are not protected as human beings -- fellow rapper Tory Lanez was charged with the shooting that left two flesh-shredding wounds in Megan’s feet and allegedly took place after they argued in an SUV in Hollywood Hills

Page 16: Cover Story -- Rampaging O.J. Simpson was driven into a kill-crazy rage after seeing photos of his ex-wife Nicole Brown Simpson dating hunky young boytoys and flaunting her body in modeling shots -- 25 years after the disgraced football star’s 1995 acquittal intimate images from Nicole’s secret photo album including a picture of the blond beauty posing topless with lover Brett Shaves is believed to have given the jealous ex-jock a motive for murder

Page 18: American Life -- I found a $1M diamond in the rough

Page 19: John Travolta paid tribute to wife Kelly Preston on what would have been her 58th birthday three months after tragic death following a secret two-year battle with breast cancer -- John addressed his late love in a touching Instagram post featuring an image from their 1991 wedding day alongside a picture of his own parents as newlyweds, sci-fi legend George Takei has fired yet another shot at former Star Trek castmate William Shatner as the aging actors’ war of words continues to rage on well into their 80s -- George who played Sulu claimed Shatner was jealous of the amount of fan mail received by their late co-star Leonard Nimoy who played Spock but Captain Kirk shot off a testy response and claimed George was making things up and the only person with jealousy is George -- when told Shatner’s comments George calmly remarked that you can tell by those words that he is upset to put it mildly

Page 20: In a rerun of their long-running rivalry Madonna and Mariah Carey are prepping dueling biopics -- their cold war dates back to the ‘90s but Mariah ramped up their feud when she revealed the very exciting prospect of her biopic but that followed Madonna’s announcement that she was collaborating on her own script -- they’re each obsessed with getting their film out first and getting the right It Girl to play her so the other one doesn’t grab her first

Page 21: Elton John and ex-wife Renate Blauel agreed to zip their lips about their four-year marriage and privately settled her $3.8 million lawsuit over claims he blabbed about their relationship in his memoir Me and the movie Rocketman, Stevie Nicks admitted her insomnia has gotten so bad that she needs therapy or needs someone to hit her on the head with a hammer -- she’s long been nocturnal and it used to be she could sleep from 5 a.m. to 1 p.m. but now says she doesn’t nod off until 8 a.m., singer Amy Winehouse died in 2011 but her dad claimed he still can’t get her out of his house -- former taxi driver Mitch Winehouse who is working on a movie and stage show about the late singer insisted he’s regularly visited by his daughter’s ghost who comes and sits at the end of his bed -- Mitch also said Amy helps around the house in his dreams

Page 26: Niecy Nash’s new bride Jessica Betts has a nightmarish criminal past according to police reports -- Jessica was arrested twice in Chicago once for domestic battery and then for selling a gun to a minor

Page 28: Stars Who Refuse to Zip It -- cringeworthy confessions and nasty habits and more -- Jennifer Love Hewitt, Megan Fox, Al Roker, Olivia Wilde

Page 29: Kristen Stewart on Robert Pattinson, John Mayer, Lady Gaga, Suzanne Somers

Page 32: Demi Lovato’s relentless ex Max Ehrich refuses to let her go and her friends are worried he’s turning into a stalker -- since their breakup he’s been particularly creepy, Tatum O’Neal’s confession that she was ready to jump off the balcony of a Los Angeles home was actually a desperate cry for help -- Tatum was reportedly put on a psychiatric hold at a local hospital after the alleged incident and the event signaled she was in unbearable emotional and physical pain and she feels lost and rejected because she was the youngest Oscar winner ever and now she has trouble finding a job and lost all confidence in herself

Page 34: India Oxenberg has confessed she was afraid of former NXIVM cult master Allison Mack of TV’s Smallville -- India found herself Allison’s slave and realized she was being groomed as a sexual partner for NXIVM leader Keith Raniere and she was branded with Raniere’s initials in her pelvic regions, a disturbing TV interview in England has sparked new fears for the well-being on boxer Mike Tyson -- Mike looked like the train wreck he was when he was plowing through drugs and was sent to prison in the early ‘90s; he looked barely conscious as he slurred his speech and offered incoherent responses -- Tyson blamed his interview on lack of sleep and insisted his contact with drugs is now limited to growing and smoking pot on his California ranch

Page 36: Health Watch

Page 42: Red Carpet -- Zendaya

Page 45: Spot the Differences -- Debbie Matenopoulos on Home and Family

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