#UnREAL Beats Bachelor Again

[o0-themilkybarkid-0o]

I will once again list some whopper cafes in Dublin so please do check them out - 

Brother Hubbard on Capel Street (a classic, can’t beat it)

Mind The Step on Millenium Walkway (one of the only late-night cafes left in the city centre) 

Hot Donut on O’Connell Street (amazing donuts oh my god)

The Duck on Clonliffe Road (if you’re near Croke Park, they do lovely iced tea too!)

Nelly’s Cafe in the Drumcondra Community Center, Drumcondra (get the italian sausage melt, it’s AMAZING)

Proper Order in Smithfield (go early, they have unreal pastries and they always sell out really quickly)

Kakilang on Bachelor’s Walk (fluffy Japanese pancakes and boba)

Kaph on Drury Street (3FE coffee, so fucking good)

The Twirly Gate in Chapelizod (a little out of the way, but really beautiful food and right next to the Phoenix Park)

I can recommend lots of others that, lets be real here, do far superior coffee to any shite they make in Starbucks and Pret, and they’re much friendlier in terms of price, menu and staffing. I try to get a bag of roasted espresso coffee in lots of different places all the time. If you see a cafe that has an ARIOSA or a 3FE sign, you know you’re getting good coffee so go wild. 

in general i would say that “it’s not fun if they’re totally unrecognisable” is my fandom thesis. like the point of fanfic etc is putting your favourite little guys in situations. where’s the appeal if they’ve been through so many fanon spin cycles that they’re barely even your guys anymore

[nakedmossy]

Golden Hour ☼

A Triple Frontier Story - Part 1/?

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Molly [reader] has been living on the beaches of Mexico for the last 3 years since being honourably discharged from the army and leaving her fiance back in Texas. Riddled with PTSD, she went on a bender, ending up in a small coastal farming town in the Yucatan. Forced into early retirement despite being the best sniper in her company and all the trauma that came with that responsibility, she has worked hard to obtain peace in her new life. She was closer than ever to fully achieving it, that is, until her ex-crew member and lifelong friend, Will Miller, showed up with a proposition to bring her out of retirement for one last job with the boys. -----------------------------

The sun was hovering around the horizon, beating down on the beach as the water lapped the shore. You rolled the dirty cup around in the dishwater absentmindedly, scrubbing the dried coffee off the sides, letting your hands soak. It had been an easy day, a 5am rise for a morning surf, a bike ride to the market to pick up some fruit, and a mid day Dive to a wreck site with some tourists. All-in you had pocketed around $50, including tips, and a complimentary phone number from the bachelor who had tried to frisk you while you filled the tanks on the dock. It would get you enough food to last through to the weekend, and if it didn't, well, you could always call the bachelor tourist for dinner.

You were caught up in a daydream when you heard something rolling in through the bush, the sounds of the studded tires reverberating off of the rock and palm trees, the sand and jungle brush cracking and moving, the dull hum of the engine. You tipped your head closer to the window over the sink to see a slick black motorbike come to a stop near your hitch, a large muscular figure hooking his helmet on the handlebar before jumping off and walking towards your trailer door. Your hand hovered over the sidearm you kept loaded on your kitchen counter.

“Hey Sweet Cheeks” The voice shouted, the silhouette keeping its arms and hands visible.

Your stomach dropped. No way. The voice belonged to the boy who had pinched your ass as a kid, annoyed your ass as a teen, saved your ass as a new recruit in the army, and more than once grabbed your ass at the bar while you squeezed your ass into a tight dress. You froze for a moment before you looked out your window and saw him standing at your trailer door, waiting.

You opened it abruptly, swinging it hard enough that it hit the side of the trailer with a loud clank. You kept your arm out to keep it wide, surveying the sight in front of you with a shocked expression, your chest rising and falling in shallow, tight breaths of disbelief. He did the same, his eyes travelling up from your bare feet, along your tanned legs, to your jean shorts and your braless tank top, all the way to your shaded eyes.

“Will Miller” You spoke, his name like a muscle memory in your mouth. “What the fuck are you doing here.”

You took three long seconds before you smiled, then you practically jumped out of your trailer and into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist, laughing uncontrollably in surprise and excitement. He squeezed you tight, one hand around your hips, the other on the back of your head, compressing you into his muscular frame. He let out a low growl of contentment while he nuzzled his head into your hair.

“Good to see you Molly” He mumbled.

You squeezed him with as much strength as you could muster before he let you slide down, your feet hitting the sand below. You brought a hand up to shade your eyes, the sun beaming directly in your eyes from behind his shoulder. You knew his face like the back of your hand, you had grown up with it chasing after you with spiders and nerf guns, then spent 10 years in active service being chased by cockroaches and real guns. You hadn’t seen him since you moved to Mexico.

“What are you doing here, man!” You laughed, you couldn’t stop smiling. He hadn’t changed at all, aside from a few new laugh lines around his mouth. His smile was reserved as usual, but unabashed.

“Oh, you know….I was in the area” He winked and looked around, snickering. Your end of the beach was cut off to tourists and hardly even accessible to locals. You weren’t even sure how they got a trailer there in the first place. It was as visibly remote as you could get in the Yucatan these days.

“How did you…find me here?” You watched him watching you closely, like he was looking for something.

“A local kid working at the market. I asked for directions to the little local Turkey with yellow hair and he practically drove me here himself.” He grinned with mischief and dodged my hand as I smacked him. “He seemed to know who I was, too.” He looked at you expectantly, which made you giggle to yourself.

Your friends son, Erik, was one of the few kids who spoke clean English and visited often. You had helped him with his math tests last year and he had agreed to cut you firewood for a year. He had seen the picture of you and your crew in your trailer and demanded stories around the fire every time he came by. He asked about Will the most.

“I can’t believe you’re here right now.” You said, stricken with shock again and unable to gather yourself. “Whats it been…2, 3 years?”

“2 years and 5 months” Will said quietly, smiling at you. “You look younger somehow”

“Yeah, well, that’s the tequila and the saltwater for ya. Stick me back in Iraq and strap a rifle on my chest, ill age 10 years in front of your very eyes”

Will nodded with a knowing smile and looked around, checking out your decaying trailer and old truck, his eyes settling on the boat overturned on the beach, which you were in the midst of patching and doing engine maintenance on.

You shared a quiet moment together, taking each other in, before he smiled again and open his arms for another hug. “Come’ere kid”

He squeezed you again and this time found your butt, pinching it.

“Fucki-OUCH” You wailed, pulling away and smacking his chest. He laughed like a little boy and bounced away a step, stretching his arms and sighing, relaxed.

“So,” You said after a few moments of silence, before stepping back and pacing in a half circle once. “You want a drink?”

He smiled at you and you felt your head spin. It was the same familiar smile he used to give you when you were kids and you couldn’t reach something or you needed his help lifting something. Not patronizing, just…pleasantly amused.

“Yeah, a drink would be nice.”

“Grab a chair, i’ll be right back” You motioned to the seats surrounding the fire pit that was on the edge of the sand. He turned and walked towards them and you felt your chest tighten. You could never calm down when he was around, staring at you, his physical presence was overwhelming. Even still, after all this time. After everything that had happened in the war, your breath caught when he smiled.

When you came back out with two glasses of bourbon, neat, he had his feet perched toe to heel and was leaning back, enjoying the view of the ocean.

“Pretty okay view to wake up to” You said, handing him his drink. You saluted each others glasses and he smiled, looking back out at the water.

“Unreal. I wouldn’t leave.”

“I don’t” You winked.

“So how did you end up here anyways” He took a drink and savoured it, balancing the glass on the armrest.

You took a long, deep breath and leaned back in your chair before exhaling quickly and looking around.

“I came down after Pete and I.…after I left. He took the house, I took…my shit, and I split.” You laughed bitterly, rubbing your eyebrow. “I don’t know. I went rogue for a bit and woke up here one morning after a bender, just never left.”

Will was quiet for a few moments, considering what you said, before speaking.

“Did things end badly - with Pete?” He was watching you intently.

You held his gaze boldly, amidst your discomfort regarding the topic, your face a blank canvas.

“No” You lied, forcing a smile.

His eyes narrowed slightly but he looked back at the water and took another drink.

“What’re you doing to make money?”

“Lots. Pole dancing, escorting. Selling drugs.”

You were mostly kidding about the last part, but you had sold a couple bags of weed to some of the local teenagers after you found out they were buying it from the cartel - trying to keep their names out of the streets as long as you could before they inevitably got recruited.

He was looking at you again, his face dark now, a shadow of the light hearted kid you had gone to prom with.

“Seriously, Mol. What are you doing down here.”

“Getting interrogated apparently. Calm down, Ironhead. Nothing illegal.” But when he didn’t budge you continued “Im a Dive Master, I take tourists out to some of the reefs every couple of days to pay the rent, and I help out at some of the farms on the off season.”

Half satisfied by your half answers he swirled his drink and took a sip.

“Enough about me, care to explain what you’re doing down here? Turning up at sundown like an old friend?” You watched him closely, observing his posture, noticing the hilt of his sidearm poking out the side of his t-shirt.

“Working” He said bluntly, returning your snarky smile with an equally shaded answer. “Recruiting.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you sat deeper in your chair, unbelieving how crassly he was owning up.

“Unbelievable. Just right down to business eh? You turn up here after 2 years, sorry, 2 years and 5 months and you don’t have the courtesy to wait 10 minutes before you pull this shit? No.” You said firmly. “No. Im retired."

He nodded, then leaned forward and downed the rest of his drink, placing the glass at his feet and resting his elbows on his knees. He watched you with such an intensity that you shifted in your seat and looked away.

“Mol, look at me.”

You sneered and looked at him, your hat shading your eyes from the setting sun, but barely.

“Its a 2 day job at most. 1 day and a single shot if we’re clean-”

“No” You cut him off, leaning forward to stand up.

“Its 5 million USD” He said quickly, stopping you from walking away. “Each.”

You took a deep breath and waited, considering sitting back down. You stayed standing. You tilted your head to the side and lifted your hand to your mouth.

“Who” You said quietly, not wanting to give him the impression you were seriously considering it.

“Juarez.”

You choked you had laughed so hard and so quick. You sat down abruptly on the edge of your chair, looking at him like he had two heads.

“No way. Not a chance. Are you kidding?”

He said nothing, just watched you and raised his eyebrows, the words ‘5 million’ written across his forehead like a banner. When it was clear he wasn’t joking you leaned forward, matching his posture, ducking your head down until you had his eyes squared with yours.

“Listen to me. There’s dangerous, there’s what we did in the army, and then there’s that.” You waited for a reaction that never came. You pressed on. “Will, I have been down here for 3 years. Living, working, fucking with these people. Juarez isn’t just a cartel boss who cuts fingers off and mails them to the victims kids on their birthdays. He systematically brings down monarchies. He beheads children. That man is a fucking monster.”

Will sat firm, his jaw set, not breaking eye contact. He was challenging you, as he had a million times before, only this time neither of you were in uniform and both of you had level playing ground. He wasn’t your superior officer, and you weren’t his sniper.

“We’ve dealt with worse.” He said finally.

You broke eye contact and looked at your bare feet planted in the sand, your tanned skin smooth and warm. No scars, no combat boots, no dust. Freedom. What you had worked for your whole life.

“Its 5 million, Mol. One target, one shot. Nothing more. Freedom for the rest of your life.”

“I already have that. Look around” You put your arms out, the whole of the beach and your paradise encapsulated in them, rage tickling under your skin. “5 million aint worth giving this up, 5 billion wouldn’t even be.”

He looked around and back at your trailer, at the rusting metal and the fraying tarps, before setting his gaze on your arm, on the scar that ran up it, and finally back to your eyes.

“Hows the Physio down here.” He said darkly. “Your off season farm job’s health insurance covering it?”

You flinched like he had hit you, your eye flickering as the memory of the bullet cutting through your arm and shattering the bone blazed like fire in your peripheries.

“Fuck you, Will.” You said finally, your voice cracking when you said his name. You stood up and pushed past him, walking towards your trailer. Subconsciously you held your arm and rubbed it, the phantom pain lingering. The deep and permanent damage had bothered you every day since you obtained the injury 6 years ago, on one of the last missions you had done with Will and the crew before they retired.

“Molly” Will grabbed your arm from behind, pulling you to a stop, and you winced. Not from pain, more from recognition. “Im sorry” He said intently, his eyes searching yours.

“I can’t” You said finally, your posture strong and your eyes set. You were still muscular and built like you were in active duty, but so was Will. “Even if I wanted to - I can’t.”

Will took a step closer, his breath almost on your face now.

“Why not” He pushed.

“Because” You spit back at him “I can’t use a scope. Or Binoculars. My heads fucked up.”

Wills eyebrows knit together and he looked over your head with his gaze, face taught with confusion.

“What’you mean?”

You shrugged and licked your bottom lip, looking away from his prying eyes.

“I had an accident a few years ago. I got a concussion that fucked with my equilibrium, haven’t been able to use binoculars or a scope properly since.”

You took a breath and straightened your back, setting your jaw. If he was going to play hard ass, then so were you. Fuck his intimidation tactics, you had learned how to deal with those in elementary school. He would have to try harder.

“Service?”

You shook your head, your lips pursed.

“After I left”

“What happened?”

Your eye flickered again, the memory of Pete attacking you and knocking you down a flight of stairs, your head cracking off the banister, still as fresh as if it happened yesterday.

“I fell.”

Will, visibly agitated now, shifted his weight to his other foot. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I don’t know, probably because I didn’t expect you to come down here and try to recruit me to whack the leader of my neighbourhoods biggest cartel?”

“Mol, im your friend, you shou-“ He started, but you backed up, shaking your head.

“Oh yeah? And where have you been? Last time I checked a prerequisite for friendship was checking in once in a fucking blue moon.”

Will bared his teeth in frustration and took a deep breath, looking down at his feet with his hands on his hips.

“Was it Pete?”

You didn’t answer, which was answer enough. Will’s hands covered his face and he groaned audibly, rubbing them into his hair in frustration.

“Molly. I have like 5 minutes left in me before I pull the fuse line to your propane, light a match, and drag your ass out of here on the back of my fucking bike. Come for drinks. Hear us out. Please.”

“Us?”

“They’re all here, waiting at the bar.”

You shook your head, smiling bitterly. Of course they were.

“There are better soldiers out there. Better snipers out there. Go recruit one of them.”

“Not true. You never missed a shot.”

“I missed once” You started, your voice lowering reflexively. “And you know what shot I missed.”

He held your eyes as the memory lingered in the air between you, the sound of the bullet hitting the body of the child behind your target would be something you took to your grave. It haunted every minute of every day.

“Molly, come on. Look at you. You’re living in a dump trailer with a half broke boat and a fucking peddle bike. You’re better than this and you know it.”

“Im not better than shit. Don't feed me that 'we were warriors' crap. I was a girl who was good with a gun, and I killed people. And now i'm broken. Thats the truth."

“MOL, I NEED YOU-” He yelled now, his hand shaking. The outburst took you off guard and you stepped back, your face slack. Will grabbed his hand and rubbed it, turning around and sighing deeply before facing you again. “Molly, I need you to hear us out. Come have a drink in town, listen to Pope’s plan. Please.”

You were still on guard from his outburst but you closed your mouth, your eyes dropping to his hand, which still shook lightly. PTSD was a tricky motherfucker.

You blinked silently a few times before raising your eyes to his again, a silent moment of recognition passing between you. He wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t seriously asking for help, and the rest of the crew wouldn’t be waiting if there wasn’t already a good plan in place.

“They’re all here? Redfly?”

Will nodded, his jaw tight.

“Fine” You said then, swallowing your pride and knowing you would regret it. “One drink.”

“One drink” Will repeated, his shoulders relaxing slightly.

“But Will,” You interrupted his budding smile and took a step so your faces were close again. “I wasn’t joking. Im not the shot I used to be. If we do the Recon and I tell you I can’t do it, that’s it. Im out. Full stop.”

Will blinked a few times as his eyes drifted down your face to your mouth and back up, his eyebrow twitching.

“I understand, Mol” was all he replied.

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[passionbooties]

title: and flowers can still bloom within the cracks  rating: t  pairing: raihan/leon 

summary:  raihan always assumed one day, he'd be the one to beat leon. and that the victory would be honey golden sweet. then he sees leon lose, in real time, to a newcomer, and the honey sweet gold turns utterly sour.

also can be read on ao3 !

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There’s a crater taking form in Raihan’s stomach. It’s deep, grotesque, with sharp debris that stabs- hard , with every titled breath he takes. 

The locker room is drenched with silence. Which is laughable considering the roar of the crowd featured on the television screen. All of Galar is in an uproar from the very foundations of their world shattering from a single battle.

Leon lost.

Galar has a new champion. 

Raihan remains rooted to the bench while the rest of the leaders break, one by one, from their shock. But Raihan-he’s consumed by the crater continuing to grow and swallow him whole. Leon lost. The TV screen pans to the trainer who had beat Leon. They looked worn but glowing, excited to have beaten the unbeatable. And who wouldn’t be excited to destroy ten years of glory in a single turn of the tides? 

Raihan is being swallowed. By this weird, hollow ache that stings and makes his eyes see green. His throat burns and he wants to move but he can’t because all he’s thinking about is how Leon lost and it’s not because of him. 

He feels heat rise and fall and ashes stain his tongue as the heat boils. How can someone so fresh and so young make the impossible, possible? How could some kid come in and take the crown that Raihan had been gunning after for years?

How could someone beat his rival?

How could someone beat him ?

It seems unreal, and at some level, it’s not. Because he knew this would happen. He had a feeling in his gut, wiggling into like roots of a tree, when he first met the young trainer Hop called his rival. They had an air of change around them that blew, furiously, like a whirlwind. Like they could topple the very foundations of the world if they tried. All they’d have to do was act. 

And act, they did. 

They won. They won and Raihan can’t help but feel so feeble in this moment because who was he to call himself Leon’s greatest rival if he’d never even won . And then some new competitor rolls in and-

“Raihan.”

Raihan looks up but doesn’t respond as Piers and Nessa walk over to him. Concern is written across both their faces and his first instinct is to tell them to give him some space when the camera cuts to Leon. 

Leon’s smiling at the camera, talking about the battle and how refreshing it was to get such a formidable challenger. But he doesn’t look right. His eyes are bright and his smile isn’t reaching the way it normally does. It’s tight and his shoulders are too square-he’s normally more relaxed, more strong and confident. 

“Fuck,” Raihan goes to stand and forces down the weird heat in his stomach to worry about later. 

“There he goes, overprotective dragon mum Raihan ready to pick up their baby from the masses,” Piers drawls. 

Nessa snorts, “Are you on your way to grab your man and whisk him away from all the reporters? You’re gonna cause a scene.”

“I don’t give a shit.”

“We know,” Piers and Nessa say at the same time and if Raihan wasn’t already being tugged in there different emotional directions he would have started a brawl. He’s out and storming for the pitch. The crowd is still roaring, and the cameramen are still talking to Leon and the trainer who wasn’t Raihan that beat him. 

Leon catches Raihan coming for him, eyes wide in question before the realization hits. And Raihan knows Leon gets exactly why he’s here. The camera people cut their attention towards Raihan who’s storming for his target. 

“And here we have the master of dragons, the tamer of weather, Raihan entering the field! No doubt the self-proclaimed greatest rival of former champion Leon has something to say for everyone watching!”

The microphone gets pushed into Raihan’s face. He frowns and slips out a, “Absolutely no comment ,” because he goes for Leon. 

“Raihan,” the way Leon says his name is incredibly intimate. And vulnerable. And if it gets caught by the camera and microphones then the entirety of Galar would put the pieces together that Raihan and Leon have… never really tried to hide. 

“Come on,” Raihan takes Leon’s hand in his and leads him towards the locker room. “Interview is over! I’m taking him home! Good day!” 

As they’re leaving (read: running out of the stadium) the press behind them go into an uproar. But Raihan doesn’t care, and neither does Leon, who squeezes Raihan’s hand particularly tight as they exit the stadium. 

They manage to escape the crowd thanks to Nessa and Piers intercepting the camera crew. Raihan makes a mental note to treat them to drinks and food later. Much later, after him and Leon are able to be alone for a few hours-or hell, maybe even a day. Because Raihan can feel it, through their hands, and the deep shadow that crushes over them, that Leon isn’t okay . 

“Thank you,” he catches Leon saying as Raihan waves down a Flying Taxi.

Raihan looks back, eyes searching and face tight. Leon’s face looks dark, shadowed. His hat is still on his head and he’s biting down on his lip, hard. Raihan can only nod, his heart twisting as the taxi pulls up. Fuck. He hasn’t seen Leon like this in a while.

And he hates it. 

“Where to?” the Flying Taxi driver asks as they board.

Raihan slides in and Leon follows suit. They haven’t let go of their hands. And Raihan peeks as Leon pulls the brim of his hat down a little further, sinking into the seat. “Hammerlocke,” and he rattles off his address and throws a couple of extra Pokedollars with the instructions to make it fast. 

For the ride, neither men talk. But Raihan squeezes Leon’s hand every so often and Leon’s shuddering breaths become less and less heavy as the ride goes on. 

  /

  Raihan’s flat is pretty spacious, considering all the money he’s poured into it to make his home the ultimate bachelor pad. Though, “bachelor pad” wouldn’t really be the right terminology for it anymore. 

Once home Raihan takes Leon to his bedroom and rests on the bed. They sit together, side by side and the silence is still heavy. Enough that Raihan feels the cracks forming, splintering again in the crater he tried very hard to ignore ever since the loss. They haven’t let go of each other yet. Hands still tied and connected and tethered. 

Leon’s face is still shadowed, but it’s not so guarded anymore. The Champion Mask fading away now that he’s safe, and sound, and it’s only Raihan. Raihan who has seen Leon at low points, and breaking points, and near tears. 

“I,” Leon works, slowly. And Raihan presses his nose to Leon’s cheek, nuzzling. “I don’t know-I don’t know where to start.”

“That’s fair.”

“I was so sure I’d win. Even after,” another pause. Leon inhales, and exhales deeply. “After not being able to catch Eternatus and seeing them pull it off. Even then, I never-I was so sure I’d still be called Champion even at the end of the day.” 

And then Leon keeps going in circles and down tangents. Through winding alleyways of confusion and hurt, but also bursting through the doors of acknowledgement and excitement that Galar is entering into a new world where someone else is Champion. Someone else can carry the crown. Someone else can lead a new generation into believing that they, too, can conquer it all.

He does this all through tears. They start running down his face at some point (Raihan knows, because he was watching Leon carefully but he won’t say when) and Raihan pulls Leon closer. Has his head rest on his chest as he talks it out through the sobbing. Every shuddering breath, and shaking shoulder, Raihan holds on tighter and kisses the top of Leon’s head still covered by his cap. 

They sit like that for who knows how long. Until the sun starts to set and orange beams start to filter through Raihan’s bedroom window. 

Leon pulls back, one hand cupping Raihan’s face. Raihan turns to kiss his palm, holding his gaze. Leon smiles. “Are you alright?”

Little flowers begin to bloom in the crater Raihan had ignored in favor of Leon’s own ache. For a minute, Raihan doesn’t know how to respond. And really, the only words that come out at first are, “I love you.” which Leon chuckles and responds with a, “I know. I love you too.”

Of course Leon, sweet and scarily perceptive when Raihan least expects it, could tell. Raihan offers him a crooked smile, and goes to steal a kiss before he really responds. “No. I’m jealous as all hell but…”

Leon’s face on the giant television screen after his defeat crosses his mind. He wonders if he could stomach knowing he made Leon feel that way. With emotions surging forward he wouldn’t be able to properly acknowledge because the time and setting were off. Because the Champion needed to keep going in times of sudden loss, and continue putting on a brave face because the people don’t want to see their Champion feel . 

And then he thinks, would Leon have even made that face at all if it were Raihan and not the trainer who defeated him? 

Leon looks at him expectantly, waiting for Raihan to finish. Raihan instead, shakes his head. “Nah, it’s cool. I’ll be ok. I was more worried for you, though. I knew you were gonna bawl like crazy if I didn’t get you outta there.”

“I would have held it in!” 

“Yeah yeah of course you would. I saw that little teardrop trying to escape,” Raihan teases. 

Leon pouts, which Raihan can’t help but devour. A simple kiss that slips into something more intimate. As Leon’s hand cups the back of Raihan’s head, and Raihan slides his tongue into Leon’s mouth. They know each other well, in the way their mouths move in memorized fashion. The way Raihan bites Leon’s bottom lip just right in the way Leon enjoys. That makes him gasp, and his eyes flutter. 

Raihan sighs, gently, as they part. And presses his lips to Leon’s cheek. Enjoying the soft chuckle that vibrates from Leon. “You hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Bet. Let’s go make food.”

“Sounds good to me,” Leon gets up with a stretch that Raihan watches, lazily. Then Leon scrunches up his nose as he sniffs his jersey. “I’m gonna change first, yeah? I can meet you downstairs.” 

Leon makes a go for Raihan’s closet and Raihan may or may not lightly tap his bum as he goes-lightly! Leon shoots him a look that Raihan simply smiles back at, fang peeking out at the corners. 

“That was a tap for good luck so ya don’t get lost!”

“Stop!” Leon’s face slightly flushes, “I won’t get lost. It’s literally right down the hall.”

“Mhm, mhm. That’s what you said last time,” Raihan walks up to hug Leon from behind, kissing the back of his neck once before letting go. “I’ll see you downstairs.” he murmurs. Leon twists around so they can kiss, once more, before Raihan detaches himself and heads downstairs to start making dinner. 

When Leon comes down he’s wearing a pair of Raihan’s sweats and a hoodie. Raihan can’t help the small heat that pools in his stomach seeing Leon in his clothes. Raihan’s got a few inches on Leon, so his clothes are a little baggy, but Leon still looks tall and carries himself with the pride of a Charizard, still Champion-like. Still holding onto some semblance of regality.

Rotom flies out to take photos as they cook. Well, it’s mostly Raihan cooking and Leon handing him the necessary cooking ware but they’re still a team about it. And if Rotom happens to snap photos of Leon sneaking in kisses then! So be it! Raihan will make sure to post at least one photo on his social media sometime this week. But not tonight, because tonight-Leon is his. 

They retire to the living room, where they’re curled up eating dinner and watching the cheesiest Pokemon movies that Leon and Raihan can act out word for word. In the middle of it all are stolen kisses and touches and the flowers still blooming where the cracks in the craters formed. 

Leon cries a little bit later, again, before they go to bed. And Raihan holds him tightly, fiercely, as the sobs crash like tidal waves. Tonight, is raw. Losing is never easy, especially for someone like Leon who hasn’t tasted defeat in so long. 

But Raihan, rather ironically, knows a thing or two about losing. That it’s horrible dealing with it alone, but a little more bearable when you have someone else to lean in through the loss.

“You’re still as strong and brilliant now as you were before today.” Raihan reminds him, over and over. 

They fall asleep like that, with Raihan’s lips pressed to Leon’s temple and their legs all tangled. 

Raihan had no idea what tomorrow was going to look like for Leon, but he did know that Leon wouldn’t be facing it on his own. 

[jasonrae117]

This is my first post on Tumblr. I have an ongoing story on fanfiction but I felt like trying something new. I was heavily inspired by @flyingkiki because timrae is too good of a pairing and there needs to be more stories. This is my contribution. I will be using songs throughout since its a band au but only this first chapter will have the whole song typed out. Furthermore all songs in this story exist in our world but for sake of my storytelling some will be "written" as originals by the character while others still belong to their respective artist which I will note.

For part one:

1.Dear Society- Madison Beer (As is)

2. Ribs - Lorde (As is)

3. Like That - Bea Miller and Aurora (Intended as band original)

4. COPYCAT - Billie Eilish (intended as band original)

Bad Idea, Good Intentions 

Part 1

Tim wondered why he found himself at a club on this Saturday night. Him and his friends had just graduated with their bachelor's degree in their respective fields and they convinced him to celebrate with them at this club.

By 'friends' he meant primarily his best friend Connor. The other two guys were more of Connor's friends than his but Tim knew them well enough to consider them his too. However, Connor had called him the day before and practically begged Tim to come. Apparently there was this new band that he knew the drummer and this was their highest profile gig yet and Connor wanted to support his friend by bringing whoever he could. Tim reluctantly agreed, feeling like he should get out more and spend time with his friends outside of college.

Tim already felt like this was a bad idea when he walked into a packed club with flashing lights, a fully stocked bar, and a large stage. 

"Tim! You made it!" Connor walked over to him and gave him a one armed hug as the other was occupied holding a half empty pint of beer. 

Tim smiled at his long time best friend. "Of course buddy, I keep my promises."

Connor dragged him over to the bar where their other friends Garfield and Garth were sitting. Both greeted him with cheers and hugs.

"Dude, this place is fucking great! So many hot girls!"

"Good God Gar, can you keep it in your pants for one freaking night?" Garth shoved the blond playfully and took a sip of his drink.

"What can I say, the ladies love me. I just wish your stupid band played something easier to dance to." Gar crossed his arms and glared at the stage where the four person band was performing.

"This is your friend's band?" Tim directed at Connor.

"Yeah, this is Nevermore! Wally West is the drummer. Jinx is on bass, Argent is keyboard, and Raven is the lead singer and guitarist." He pointed to each of the members.

"What the hell kind of names are those. That Raven girl already has a creepy vibe and she chooses a name like that? What's with the Edgar Allan Poe obsession?" Garfield looked bewildered and shook his head.

"I'm shocked you even know who that is. But dude, it's just their stage names."

Tim looked back to Connor wanting to know more about the band that made him come here. "What are their real names?"

"I don't know." Connor shrugged.

"Are they single?" Garth had asked grinning.

"I don't know about the other two, but don't even try with Jinx, that's Wally's girl." 

The guys entered a discussion about Connor's and Wally's friendship and what his stage name was. Tim heard it was something like Kid Flash but he wasn't paying too much attention. He was focused on the band onstage. 

The song sounded familiar but Tim wasn't big on music. Each member seemed to have their unique style and color but they all worked well together. Wally was wearing yellows, Jinx wore black and hot pink striped knee high socks with a short leather skirt and black mesh top. Her hair was dyed entirely bubble gum pink and wrapped up in two space buns. Argent had black hair with red highlights running through it and an all black outfit with a studded leather jacket. The lead singer, Raven, really caught his eye. She has a short purple bob that fell to just below her chin. 

Her outfit is what really had his mind stopping. She had on a black long sleeved ribbed shirt with a large keyhole neckline, showing off the tops of her full breasts, which was tucked into royal blue shorts that seemed to be barely long enough to even be classified as shorts with frayed edges. Her legs were encased in black fishnet stocking ending in a chunky heeled combat boot. Tim liked to think of himself as a gentleman that Alfred would be proud of but...the woman was hot. She had an hourglass figure but probably the best set of legs and ass he's ever seen. She was almost unreal how incredible she looked. 

The banter of his friends regained his attention as the band switched to another song. 

"Hey fellas, let's go hit the floor, this song is much better!" Garth and Connor finished their drinks and placed them on the bar agreeing to Garfield's request. They looked to Tim when he didn't move. 

"You guys go ahead, I'll be there in a second. I haven't even gotten a single drink in."

Connor threw an arm around him. "That's what happens when you arrive late." He ruffled his hair a bit. "Alright man, we'll try to find a spot close to the stage. See you there." 

With that his friends mingled within the crowd. Tim turned to the bar and ordered a bourbon on the rocks, he wasn't great in heavily social settings like this so he needed to calm his mind a bit. As he waited, his focus returned to the band.

They were actually really good. While he was slightly confused since their music was slower than he expected, the songs themselves were great. The lead singer had a lower voice of an alto but in the next song they started, it was clear she had a wider range. It was smooth when it needed to be but raspy and gritty, adding to the unique sound. The other girls added to the dynamic with their higher notes and he found he really liked it. 

The slow beat of their next song reverberated around the bar, drawing everyone in, particularly Tim. He moved from his spot at the countertop to one of the metal standing tables that was currently unoccupied. It stood to the mid-right of the stage with a small gathering of dancing patrons between him and the stage. He gently placed his hand that held the almost empty glass of bourbon on the surface of the table as he leaned into it. 

The lead singer Raven, he recalled from Gar's description earlier, slowly grasped the microphone. One delicate hand curled around the mic while the other laid gently in the supporting pole. Her almost raspy voice fluttered through the speakers.

 

Don't be cautious, don't be kind

You committed, I'm your crime

The low octave sounded almost sensual and her hand slid down the pole in time with the held note.

Push my button anytime

You got your finger on the trigger, but your trigger finger's mine

Her left hand formed into the shape of a gun and as she 'pulled the trigger' she collapsed her hand save for her single index finger that she spun slowly in a circle. Tim grinned at the small gesture representing being wrapped around one's finger and he couldn't pull his eyes away from how delicate and smooth her hands were. Even from the distance he sat she looked flawless.

Silver dollar, golden flame

Dirty water, poison rain

Perfect murder, take your aim

I don't belong to anyone, but everybody knows my name

Raven removed the microphone from the stand with her left hand and held onto the pole with the other as she slid down to a squat. On the beat she pulsed up and down to the next lyrics.

By the way, you've been uninvited

'Cause all you say are all the same things I did

Tim swallowed, eyes having never left her body he watched as the muscles in her legs contract and saw how her amazing ass peeked out slightly more from her bottoms. The routine had certainly taken a turn to a sexual nature and he couldn't help being turned on by the attractive lead singer. Her voice seemed to just purr in his ear. She rose to her feet again as she began the chorus.

Copycat trying to cop my manner

Watch your back when you can't watch mine

Copycat trying to cop my glamour

Why so sad, bunny, you can't have mine?

Did she just make eye contact with him? Holy shit, she definitely did. And was that a smirk? Was he drooling? Tim wiped at his mouth to confirm that he did not embarrass himself. He shook his head a bit to rid himself of the ridiculous idea that she could pick him out in the growing crowd. Many more patrons, especially the male ones, drew in closer and he found that he only had a small space around his table left. No way she looked directly at him. 

Call me calloused, call me cold

You're italic, I'm in bold

She sauntered to the right side of the stage before flipping around and doing a body roll on "italic" followed by a deeper and more exaggerated one on "bold" where she popped her ass out more. There was a cheer from almost all the guys in the building and a flurry of whistles. 

Call me cocky, watch your tone

You better love me, 'cause you're just a clone

Was Time seeing right? He could have sworn she winked at him as she strutted to his side of the stage. He knew he wasn't imagining things when she deliberately pointed at him accusingly while swaying her hips. Damn it was hot in here. He knocked the rest of his drink back hoping to steady his thrumming heart.

The chorus repeated with her returning to center stage and moving the stand off to the side. She dropped to the floor and threw her legs over the side where some of the guys tried to touch her before a bouncer pushed them back. As she finished the chorus she swung her legs back onstage but pivoted so she was parallel to the edge. One leg straightened while the upstage leg was bent.

I would hate to see you go

Hate to be the one that told you so

You just crossed the line

You've run out of time

Raven brought her upper body down flat with such ease and no doubt incredible core control. She gracefully placed an arm above her head as it turned to look out at the audience all keeping in time with the now soft melody of the song.

 so sorry, now you know

Sorry I'm the one that told you so

On the extended note she curled back up and hugged her knees briefly before sitting up and resting her ass on her heels. Tim was not only impressed with her fluidity and the hot choreography, but the range she held in her vocals. He was starting to think this wasn't such a bad idea after all. 

Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry, sorry

Raven bowed her head and sang softly into the mic looking like she was praying for their forgiveness. The music silenced for a beat before she snapped her head up with a devious glint in her eyes, a small curl to the side of her lips, and a quirked brow.

Sike

She got up to her knees and swayed back nearly to the former sitting position before thrusting forward again on each beat.

By the way, you've been uninvited

'Cause all you say are all the same things I did...

...you can't have mine?

She had risen to her feet again through a combination of swaying hips and body rolls. She retrieved the mic stand again and returned the mic to its post before the last lyric and ended the song in the same pose she started with.

At the song's last note the crowd erupted in applause, whistling, and to Tim's displeasure, sexual comments from some of the more rowdy and drunk guys. The band bowed and waved before thanking the owner and the audience and retreated off stage. 

His earlier worry about the band playing songs inappropriate to the occasion was thrown out the window because all parts of him thoroughly enjoyed their last song. He wouldn't dare say that to anyone but damn him if it wasn't true. That lead singer was just so gorgeous and had such a unique and fantastic voice, this must be every guy's fantasy. It was his now but who was he kidding, she must have a boyfriend. Wait...but didn't she wink at him? No, it was all an act. God he needed another drink. 

Tim made his way back to the bar and ordered another bourbon on the rocks. He paid his tab and leaned on the bar, replaying the movements of Raven's body. He felt a little shameful for not watching the other bandmates as the whole song was performed well, but she was too captivating. Probably why she was the lead singer.

 A pat on the shoulder interrupted him from his non-stop overthinking and he turned to see the smiling faces of the friends he came here with. The friends he had completely forgotten about until now. 

"Dude where the hell did you go? We had a great spot just left of center stage! There were a ton of hot girls dancing with us!" Gar waved his arms around almost smacking Garth and Connor. The two just shaking their heads and laughing.

"Not to mention a great view of the performance." Connor nudged Tim and an almost wistful look came across his eyes. Tim swallowed hard again.

"And what a performance that was. Shit that lead singer has a great body." Garth swung his arm around Gar's shoulder.

"And voice." Tim coughed and immediately took another sip of his drink realizing that it didn't help.

Garfield chuckled. "Who was listening to the music when she worked that ass like that. She probably got ninety percent of the guys in here hard by the first chorus."

"And you said she was creepy." Connor poked Gar in his chest. 

He held his hands up defensively. "Hey, that was before I knew she could get down like that! I mean her name is the bird of death, a bad omen. The other girls' names are kinda hot."

"Raven is just her stage name." Tim interjected. He didn't know why he felt like defending her, he quite literally didn't know her at all and this was typical Garfield behavior.

"Woah chill Tim. Got the hots for the lead singer? Wouldn't be the only one. Do you think she's single?" Garth lightly pushed his shoulder and took a seat next to him at the bar, flagging the bartender down. The other two looked at Connor who seemed to have the most information on the girl.

He head flicked back and forth between the two men staring at him before he understood their eager silence. "Look, I don't actually know that much about her. I just know about the fake names and mostly about Jinx. Wally doesn't really talk about the other two and I don't ask." 

Garfield groaned. "Why the hell not? Your friend is the drummer for a hot girl band and you don't ask about their relationship status, or what their real names are?"

"No I don't because that's weird and I'm sure he's told me their names, I just don't remember right now. Not like you'd have a shot with them."  The three men laughed at Garfield's expense and he crossed his arms and pouted.

"I don't see a line of girls wanting to dance with you Kent." 

"It doesn't bother me all that much Logan. Plus, I came here to support my friend not hook up with some random chick."

"Ugh you guys are all lame. I'm heading back out there. This band is playing music more my speed." Gar grounded out and spun on his heel, disappearing into the sea of bodies. 

"Good job Con, you made him all grumpy. Now I gotta calm him down." Garth grabbed his beer and followed his friend.

Tim was now reminded of why he was hesitant to come tonight. He wasn't the best of friends with Garth and Garfield and he came solely because of the desperate plea of Connor. He looked over to the stage and saw the main band playing their hearts out, music blaring over the speakers in an uptempo beat. Although it was more along the lines of typical club music, he found he preferred the darker melodies of Nevermore. 

"Yo buddy! Where'd that big brain of yours disappear to?" Connor waved his hand in front of his face dizzying him for a second. Tim reached and snatched Connor's arm to stop him and dropped it once his motion stilled.

"Sorry, I was just trying to remember something. How are you doing? Enjoying yourself?" 

"Yeah it's great. Awesome way to celebrate getting our degrees. I wish I had someone a little more special with me though, better company than those two numbskulls. How'd they graduate anyhow?" Connor took the seat the Garth vacated and spun facing the bar.

"Well, shockingly, Garth is actually pretty smart and Gar just copies off him when he can. He certainly didn't graduate magna cum laude." The two shared a laugh, lightening the mood once more. "You'll get that someone soon. Why don't you go back out there and see if she's there?"

"I feel like my soulmate isn't dancing in a club right now. I wouldn't be if my good friend wasn't playing for a big audience tonight."

"Fair enough. His band was really good. Do they play often?"

"At smaller venues yeah. I'm sure they'll be playing more here though, if any of the guys have anything to say about it." Connor smiled as if replaying a fond memory. "What do you think about Raven and Argent?"

"They're cool, great voices and Argent is amazing on the keyboard. How she keeps track of all the sounds is beyond me."

Connor let out a lighthearted chuckle. "I meant as attractive women, not their talents. Dork."

"Oh, yeah they're attractive."

"Wow, you're just not into this dude talk are you?" Connor swiveled to face him.

"I'm sorry, what am I supposed to say? I'm not going to sit here and objectify them." Tim looked seriously into his glass. It wasn't his intention to ruin the fun but he wasn't a fan of talking about his romantic interests, it felt too personal even though Connor was his best friend. 

"Sorry Tim. I didn't mean to offend you, just dumb guy stuff. I guess I've been hanging out with Gar squared too much." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Damn Tim really had a way with being a downer.

"Nah, it's all good. I think I'm just constantly in my head too much. Gotta be professional all the time and all that jazz." 

"Yeah man, well I'm gonna check on those idiots. Try to relax and have fun." Connor stood up and began to move before Tim stopped him.

"For what it's worth, I think Raven is the hottest. Her voice is positively sinful." Tim smirked at him and Connor's eyes widened as if Tim had spilt some highly classified secret. 

"There you go man! Hey maybe I can see if Wally can hook us up with a meet and greet." He winked and came back toward Tim to clap him on the shoulder. He started walking backwards toward the mass of people dancing to the music while pointing at Tim and sending him a knowing wink again. Tim just shook his head and laughed. 

[sloanerisette]

Jyoumi Challenge Day #15: Celebration

I originally had another idea, but at the last minute, I thought of this and I’m super happy with it! Got to finally write more with the rest of the DigiDestined, too, and I had a lot of fun. Hope y’all enjoy!

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With tear-stained eyes and shaking hands, Mimi slowly started to type out a message to the group chat she had with the original DigiDestined.

“He finally popped the question,” she repeated to herself slowly, before attaching a picture that had just been taken moments earlier. One of Mimi in even greater tears than she was now, holding up her right hand for the camera to show off her new engagement ring, with Joe sitting next to her, arm around her shoulders, resting his head next to hers. Both were wearing huge smiles, and Joe had been tearing up, too, eyes red and puffy from wiping them.

“And send,” she said to herself quietly, sending the message and the picture to their friends, before moving into Joe’s lap, hugging him tight. “I can’t believe it. I still can’t believe it. I had no idea…” she breathed out, unable to take her eyes off her right ring finger and the diamond that now adorned it.

“I mean, that was the whole idea, right?” Joe asked with a soft laugh, wrapping his arms around her and letting his head rest on the top of hers. Mimi giggled, looking up at him, and Joe wiped away a few stray tears of hers with his thumb.

“I know, but its still just so incredible. I had no clue when you were planning to propose and… I am just so happy,” she told him.

“Me, too. I’m happy you said yes,” he said sheepishly. Mimi looked up at him, a smirk clear on her face.

“We’ve been dating for more than half of our lives, I’d hope you were happy,” she teased him, playfully bumping her shoulder into him with a giggle.

“I mean, you make me happy, you know that,” he assured her with a soft nod.

“You make me happy, too.”

Silence washed over their apartment, the two enjoying having nothing more but just each other’s presence in those moments. Peace and quiet, and after an eventful night, quiet moments as fiances was all the celebration they needed.

However, that quiet was interrupted after a few minutes by the sudden buzzing of their phones pulled them from their reveries, and Mimi started to scramble off of Joe to get to their coffee table, unable to suppress the elation she was feeling as she started to see text notification after text notification pop up.

He did it?

Congrats!

The lovebirds finally did it!

Congratulations you two!

The ring is so beautiful!

You two look so happy!

The messages were pouring in, and neither of them could hold back the smiles on their faces, and Mimi was quick to let her thumbs fly along her phone’s keyboard.

Thanks everyone! We’re SO happy! The best night of my life :)

She sent the text off, Joe looking over her shoulder to see, then grabbed his own phone.

Mine too.

And Joe’s too!

The newly engaged couple looked at each other from the corners of their eyes, smiling at each other just as much with their eyes as their mouths. Another text alert, however, caused both of them to look back to their phones.

How about we all get together tomorrow night after we’re all off? Gotta celebrate the lovebirds finally getting off their butts!

“Does that sound good to you?” Joe asked Mimi, who nodded enthusiastically.

“Of course!” she chirped, quickly sending off confirmations and details of when to come over, just about vibrating with excitement now as she popped up from the floor.

“We have to get the apartment ready!”

By the time they were both able to make it home that next day, they didn’t have much time to get everything tidied up and set up as much as they wanted. Thankfully, the two already preferred their living space to be neat, but given this would be the first time in a long while that everyone would be coming over.

“You reached out to Yolei about seeing her, Davis, Cody, and Ken later this week?”

“Yup! Friday works?”

“Yeah, I’ll just have to meet you all at the ramen shop,” he told her, Mimi nodding, about to wipe their dining table once again before a loud knock rang out against their door.

“Oh! They’re here!” she shouted out happily, pulling the tie out of her hair and shaking her head to let her hair fall. She grabbed Joe’s wrist (her fiance’s wrist, she thought to herself, with a smile that felt like it would never go away) and brought him along to the door, flinging it open and seeing the whole group there.

Immediately they were greeted by a bright camera flash, causing Joe to blink a few times to gather himself.

“Congratulations!” the group of six cheered, the newly engaged couple wasting no time in letting their closest friends in, the group all gathering in their living room. Sora was quick to place a vase with a beautiful flower arrangement on the coffee table, with Matt placing a chocolate cake down moments later.

“You guys! You didn’t have to do this! But oh these flowers are so beautiful! And Matt, that cake looks divine!” Mimi gushed, eyes wide and sparkling.

“Thanks so much, guys. Really, you didn’t have to go all out,” Joe said.

TK shook his head, “Come on, its not everyday two of your best friends get engaged! Celebration is in order! Hell, we would be awful friends if we didn’t go all out for you two,” he assured the oldest of the group, gently pushing his shoulder, offering him a smile. Joe laughed and nodded.

“Ok, ok, if you say so. Mimi and I will cut the cake and then we can celebrate,” he said, standing up. Before Mimi could stand up or he could move, Tai was already on his feet, placing a hand on Joe’s shoulder to lower him back down.

“Hey, the man and woman of the hour aren’t gonna cut their own cake, I’ll handle it,” he insisted, waltzing over to the kitchen once he picked up the dessert.

“Don’t cut your finger off!” Kari shouted teasingly.

“I’ll have you know the last time I cut my finger while doing anything with food was years ago,” he waved her off, before pausing for a beat, “And even if I did, we have Joe here!”

Luckily, Tai didn’t hurt himself, and soon enough he and his younger sister were handing out slices to the group, everyone sitting around, relaxing like the old days.

“You know, Joe, when I first met you, I would’ve never expected you’d be the first one out of all of us to get married!” Tai said, to which Joe’s eyes narrowed.

“Thanks, Tai,” he deadpanned, before Tai realized what he had said, his eyes going wide as he waved his hands in front of him.

“No no no, not like that! I just mean when I first met you I wouldn’t have expected it! But getting to know you in the Digital World, it makes sense that you would! Just look at you, you’re a great guy, always there for people, one of the best guys any of us know, I bet,” he explained, the group nodding in agreement.

“And hot to boot!” Mimi added, sitting up straighter in order to give Joe a kiss on the cheek, relishing in how bright red he was now.

“He’s right, man,” Matt said offering Joe a thumbs up, “You two are perfect for each other.”

All of their friends had said this to the two of them over the years, but with the situation they were in now, now engaged, it felt even more unreal to the two of them.

“You’re all so sweet!” Mimi cooed, setting her plate down for a moment to get a closer look at the flowers, “Sora— you just have to do our flowers for the wedding! They’re so beautiful! I just love them!”

Sora flushed, “For you two? Of course, I’d be more than happy to,” she assured the couple, “And if you need any help with wedding planning, I’d be more than happy to help,” she nodded.

“I’m sure Mimi has a binder full of every idea she’s had since we were kids,” Izzy said, the group laughing for a moment before falling silent, eyes turning to Mimi.

“Yup, I definitely have.”

More laughter followed, and conversation continued to flow throughout the group throughout the night, with stories being told of old trips to the Digital World and plenty of teasing the Mimi and Joe— which Joe took in far greater stride than anyone would’ve expected.

The night wore on, calm and serenity filling the atmosphere.

“Congrats again, guys,” Kari said, reaching over to pull Mimi into a hug, Mimi squeezing her back.

“Oh, thank you so much. You’re all the best for doing this,” she said before the two pulled apart, Kari giving Joe a quick hug, too.

“Matt, where’d you get the cake? It was delicious,” Joe asked.

“Oh, this little bakery a few blocks from here. But I would definitely recommend getting a wedding cake from there because it was pretty good,” Matt grinned.

“Be careful, though, because Matt will probably try and eat it all before the reception,” TK laughed, earning a flick to the back of his head from his older brother.

“Hey, I wouldn’t complain if you got another cake like that,” Sora added.

“And, hey, we gotta get a bachelor party planned! I think its up to us, Izzy!” Tai said, clapping his friend on the shoulders, Izzy nearly jumping from where he was sitting. “I’m thinking lots of drinking and lots of karaoke!”

Joe paled, looking towards Mimi, mouthing the word “Help”, which left her cracking up.

TK caught on, and couldn’t help but snicker, “I think that’s a good plan. Make it the wildest night he may not be able to remember.”

“You guys are going to kill him before he even gets married,” Izzy said, voice wholly serious.

“Maybe a few girls to come along with us?” Matt added.

“You guys, at this rate you actually will kill him before his wedding day!” Sora lectured, yanking Tai and Matt up by their shirts, “It is getting pretty late, too. We should let them relax for the night.”

“Oh, don’t worry Sora, Joe will survive, he always has,” Mimi said, patting her fiance on the arm lightly, a big smile on her face.

“Hey, no worries, we’ll get out of your hair. You two can have a night doing whatever cute things engaged people do,” Tai said, as the group of six headed towards the door, Joe and Mimi following.

“Thanks again for everything, guys. Not just tonight, but you know, always. We’ll make sure to keep you all up to date on all of the plans,” Joe said.

“We’ll see you guys later. Congrats again,” Matt said.

And with goodbyes said and their friends off, Joe and Mimi started to gather up the mess in the living room, both humming to themselves happily.

“I know its kind of late… but can we have a celebratory glass of wine before bed? Please?” Mimi asked, looking towards Joe and batting her eyelashes, knowing full well how weak that would make him.

With a happy sigh, he nodded, “Ok, but just one.”

With a squeal, Mimi ran to the fridge, ready to finish off the great celebration that was the night she and Joe Kido got engaged.

[breanime]

Jealous Logan Delos Headcannons

Requested by @drinix: .... and the other about jealousy? You’re free to pick either one of them if it’s too much. Have a nice day😊

It’s fitting that, after a slew of Billy requests, that my last headcannon goes to the one and only Logan Delos. I hope you guys like it! 

Warning: STEAMY! definitely steamy! Read with caution!

*gif not mine*

Logan never thought he’d fall in love

Never pictured himself being in a committed relationship

Or saying those three words, so foreign and unreal to him

(”I love you”)

He was certain he’d be a bachelor all his life

Having random hookups until the sad, sad day he couldn’t get it up anymore

But fate, it seemed, had other plans

Logan didn’t just love you

He adored you

He was entranced by you

When he looked at you, he knew you were the person he was meant to be with 

He’d never been so sure of anything in his life

But he was sure about you

So when he told you he loved you for the first time, breathless and heart pounding and eyes wide

He wasn’t too surprised when you said it back

But still, his heart always skipped a beat whenever you said those three words to him

He would do anything to be with you

You made him want to be a better man

You made him feel whole and complete and safe

And he hoped he made you feel the same

Most days, he knew he did

But some days...

Some days he felt that familiar dread come over him

That familiar feeling of inadequacy his father had instilled in him

And he started to question your happiness with him

Started to doubt whether he could really be enough for you

Because you’re so wonderful and beautiful and incredible

And Logan is just...

A perpetual fuck-up

Usually he could get himself out of his mood

But sometimes he just had to fake it till he felt better

Had to try to act natural until the dark feeling passed

...which would have been easy

If you weren’t so damn beautiful

Everywhere Logan took you, people stared at you

His eyes would narrow as he held the door open for you, sensing people eyeing you

The waitress was especially friendly

And he didn’t like it

Or the hotshot lawyer at the party would be too close to you, bragging about a big case he won

And Logan would get quietly pissed

He tried--he really tried--to reel himself in and just ignore it

But Logan was a reactionary kind of guy

So when the lawyer leaned in close to you, Logan saw it

(even though he was all the way across the room)

And he felt his blood go cold

Logan would march over there and push his chest against the other guy’s chest, pushing him back

And he’d give him a big, slightly murderous smile and interject himself into the conversation

Sometimes he’d be a real bitch about it

“You got something you’d like to share with the class?”

“This is what you do, right? You like to get up close and personal with people? You wanna get up close and personal with me?”

You, ever calm and patient, would simply grab Logan’s arm and lead him away

You’d distract him with your cuteness and sweetness, and Logan would almost forget about the people who tried to steal your attention from him

...almost

You could tell he was still in a mood when you got home

He was quiet--which was not the norm for Logan

And his million watt smile didn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually did

You watched him as you undressed

Taking in the firm set of his shoulders and the stiff way he walked

The small frown on his face as he stripped off his pants and put on sweat pants instead

You knew what that face meant

And so, wordlessly, you’d walk over to Logan, grab his hand, and lead him to the bed

You’d sit him at the edge of the bed and stand in front of him in-between his legs with your hands on his shoulders

He’d look up at you, dark eyes stormy, and give a weak smile

“Hi baby”

You would lean down and press a kiss on his forehead, inhaling his scent

Cedarwood and sand

“Hi,” you’d say back, voice low

“Logan,” you’d go on, “Do you know what I love about you?”

“What?”

You would kiss his forehead again

“This brain,” you’d say, smiling when you heard him chuckle, “and all the brilliant ideas that come with it. Your wit, your sense of humor, the way you know me better than anyone...”

You kissed his nose next

“And this face,” you’d go on, “This perfect, beautiful face that I am lucky enough to wake up to every day...”

A kiss to his mouth now, feeling his growing smile on your lips

“And these lips... These lips that say such sweet things to me,” you spoke against his lips now, unable to move away, “I love your lips, baby.”

“I love your lips, too,” he’d mumble back, eyes closed

You kissed his neck next, putting your knee on his to keep yourself steady

“I love your body,” you went on, “I love how you look and how it feels when you touch me...” You reached down and took his hand in yours, bringing it to your lips and kissing each digit tenderly, “God, I love how you touch me.”

Logan’s eyes were darker than usual now, and you could see the confidence building in them once more

You kept your eyes on his, smiling, as you knelt down between his legs

He was starting to get breathless, staring down at you and knowing what you were about to do next

You put your hand over the growing bulge in his pants

“I love how you fuck me,” you’d say next, voice low and sultry

Logan licked his lips

“I love how it feels to have you inside of me, how you know exactly how to make me cum...

...I love the taste of you.”

Logan watched, eyes unblinking, as you unzipped his pants

“No one can make me feel the way you make me feel,” you said, meaning every word

“I love you,” Logan would say back, voice serious and awed, “I love you so fucking much”

“I love you too, baby,” you would smile as your hand wrapped around him

Logan would watch you the whole time, sighing and groaning as you stroked him

He only closed his eyes when you put your lips on him, and he gasped at the feel of your warm, wet mouth

Logan was a big man, and you took as much of him in as you could, slurping around him as he moaned

You really did love the taste of him

At some point, Logan would put a hand on the top of your head

He wouldn’t push or press down, but he liked to have a hand on you as you sucked him off

Your name would come off of his lips in a reverent whisper

His toes would curl as you dipped your head down, licking and sucking him with gusto

Finally, he’d grab a fistful of your hair

Gently, but firmly, he’d pull you off his dick, grinning down at his gorgeous girl

“That’s so good, baby...

...but let me show you how much I love you now.”

Later--much, much later--you and Logan would lay in bed together, skin on skin, cuddled up and grinning at each other

He’d lean down and kiss you, soft and slow

And when he opened his eyes and saw the smile on your face

He knew there was no reason for him to be insecure

You were his, and he was yours

And he remembered that the next time he felt like he wasn’t good enough for you

He remembered you listing all the things you loved about him

He remembered the soft, serene smile on your face as you looked at him

He remembered the feel of your lips on his, of your words going straight into his mouth as you spoke with your mouth on his

And he remembered the blowjob and subsequent orgasm-inducing sex that came afterwards

And suddenly, he didn’t feel so insecure

He knew he was enough for you, and that was enough for him

That being said

He still got jealous from time to time

Still didn’t appreciate the lusty glances or flirty remarks that were thrown at you all the time

But he didn’t let it get to him

Instead, he would just interrupt whoever was talking to you

Put his arm around you or hand on your hips (or ass)

And smile sweetly until the other person took the hint and fucked off

And then, satisfied that everyone knew you were with him

Logan would lead you away

To a bathroom

Or broom closet

Or supply closet

Or coat closet

Any kind of closet, really

And fuck you until the only words coming out of your mouth were

I

Love

You

Logan

And after, when you, exhausted, would lean into his touch as he dressed you again, kissing your hair and grinning from ear to ear as he held you

Logan would say back, with no hesitation, question, or fear

Those three words that he only ever meant when he was speaking to you

“I love you”

And he was damn grateful that you loved him back

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That Kid You Knew - Chapter 8

That Kid You Knew: An Iron Man Fanfic

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Warning:  Fluff, mentions of pregnancy

Word Count:  3412

Pairing:  Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary:  You had grown up knowing Tony Stark but as you’d gotten older you’d lost track of him.  When you see him at a party you have a drug-fueled one-night-stand with him.

10 years later he finds you again and has to come to terms with the fact he’s been a father all the time.

Chapter 8

Tony straightened his tie as he looked in the mirror.  His heart was racing even more than usual.  There had been several occasions already today that he had been fairly certain he was going to go into full-blown cardiac arrest.

Today was the day.  After months and months of planning, people losing their absolute fucking minds on the internet and not in the good way, booking venues and musicians and celebrants, ordering cakes, meeting with designers and planners, the paparazzi literally stalking the two of you at every turn, a bachelor party in Vegas that lasted a week, three days if which were still unaccounted for, he was marrying you.

The pale gray Armani suit was tailored to fit him exactly.   It was two pieces and hugged his body without pulling tight anywhere.  You’d left the color and style up to him, saying his designers new more than you did.  There was one notable exception though.  The magenta tie he wore that matched the orchid he wore in his lapel.  Those were all you.

Your relationship hadn't been the standard; meet the woman, start dating, fall in love, get married, have kids thing that society had decided was the order you do things in.  Tony didn't care.  He didn't really consider himself a standard guy.  Besides he has never expected to do any of those things anyway.  If the universe had decided to send him the kid before the falling in love and finish up with the wedding, he could roll with that. It felt good to have it.

It had taken a lot of juggling and healing, but Tony was now comfortably a dad.  Not only that, he was in love.  That part he hadn’t expected at all.  But here he was, about to stand under an arch of twinkling lights and flowers while he waited to see you walk down the aisle in your wedding dress.  He was excited and terrified all at once.

“Dad, can you help me with this?”

Owen’s voice snapped him out of his daydream and he turned to look at his son.  Owen was thirteen now.  He’d had to teach him how to shave.  Owen had laughed the whole time and asked him if he was sure he didn’t need a ruler if he wanted the same effect as Tony.  He was prone to random bouts of sullenness and had an acid tongue, but all in all, he was a good kid.  Tony was really proud of him.  He still had moments that he’d wished he’d been there from the start, but there was still plenty of life experiences they would get to share.

Owen was fumbling with his tie.  Tony stepped over to him and helped him fix the double Windsor knot that Owen was struggling with.  He was wearing a two-piece in white but the tie was the same magenta as Tony’s.  He was a skinny kid, but tall.  He could already look Tony directly in the eye.  “You look good, bud.  How do I look?”

Owen smiled.  “Yeah, dad.  Mom’s going to love it.”

There was a knock at the door and Rhodey entered.  “You two ready?  The way you’re going she’s going to be out there before we are.”

Tony ran his hands along the shoulders of Owen’s jacket.  “Yeah, I think so.  Let’s do this.”

You stood, taking a few deep breaths as your bridesmaids and your stylist fussed around you. Your dress was a simple a-line with capped sleeves, in white lace and tulle.  The skirt almost floated around you, and you knew it didn’t matter how much they tugged or pulled at it, it was going to fall exactly as you wanted it to.

Your stylist fixed the flowers into your hair.  You weren’t sure if you were ever going to get used to having a stylist even though you had used one for every red carpet and other official event Tony had dragged you along too.

She adjusts your breasts again, adding a little more tape.  “You are completely spilling out of this dress.”  She said.

You laughed.  “Yeah.  This low cut might have been a mistake in hindsight.”  You agreed.

She laughed too and stood back, looking you over.  “I’ll give your bridesmaids some tape just in case, but I’ll be around too.”

You smiled and thanked her before looking over at your dad.  “How do I look?”

He returned the smile with such love it made your heart swell.  “You look beautiful, darling.  How do you feel?”

“A little queasy.”  You said.

“That’s to be expected.”  Your mother said.  “You ready?”

You took your bouquet of white lilies and magenta orchids, nodded and your father offered you his elbow.  He led you outside and down the boardwalk towards the beach.  You were on a private island in the Bahamas that Tony had booked out completely.  There was no risk of paparazzi, so you strolled, arm-in-arm with your dad, just worrying about the beating of your heart.

“I’m so proud of you, you know?”  Your dad said, patting your hand.  “It would have been so easy for you to try and trap that boy into this.  But instead, you decided to take the hard road because you thought it would protect Owen.  I know because you’re now getting married that you think you made the wrong choice, but you did it for the right reasons.  And you’ve done an amazing job raising him alone.”

Your tears threaten to break and you run your fingertips under your eyelashes to brush them away.  “Thank you, dad.”  You whispered.

He gave your hand a squeeze and kissed your cheek.  The chairs set up on the sand come into view and all eyes turn to you.  The guests are full of family and friends and some of Tony’s work acquaintances.  A quartet of guitars start playing ‘Fluff’ by Black Sabbath and you started walking down the petal-strewn aisle formed between the rows of chairs on the sand.

Tony’s face lit up when he saw you, such a look of pure love etched on his features makes your heart swell.  Beside him stood Owen who had the biggest smile on his face.  Rhodey flanked Owen’s other side, smiling as you approached.  By the time you made it to the wedding arch Tony’s eyes are glistening and you couldn’t help but lean in and kiss him right away.

The celebrant cleared his throat and began.

“Welcome, family, friends and loved ones.  We gather to this beautiful spot today to celebrate the wedding of these two people.  You have all traveled a long way to share this formal commitment they make to one another after a long history between them, and to offer your love and support of the union.  They wanted to share this day with those of you who are nearest and dearest to them.  

“Marriage is perhaps the greatest and most challenging adventure of human relationships. No ceremony can create your marriage; only you can do that through love and patience; through dedication and perseverance; through talking and listening, helping and supporting and believing in each other; through tenderness and laughter; through learning to forgive, learning to appreciate your differences, and by learning to make the important things matter, and to let go of the rest. What this ceremony can do is to witness and affirm the choice you make to stand together as lifemates and partners.”

Owen took center stage to do a reading next and he stood between the two of you nervously.  Tony put his hand on Owen’s shoulder to reassure him, while you took his free hand.

“‘What is REAL?’ asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender before Nana came to tidy the room. ‘Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?’

‘Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When someone loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.’

‘Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit.

‘Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ‘When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.’

‘Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,’ he asked, ‘or bit by bit?’

‘ It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.’

‘I suppose you are real?’ said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse only smiled.

‘Someone made me Real,’ he said. ‘That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can’t become unreal again. It lasts for always.’”  Owen read.

Owen moved back to his spot and the celebrant spoke again.

“We’ve come to the point of the ceremony where you’re going to say your vows to one another.  But first, to do that, I ask you to remember that love - that is rooted in trust and acceptance - will be the foundation of an abiding and deepening relationship.  No other ties are more tender.   You do not take the vows today out of any religious or civic law, but out of a desire to love and be loved by another person fully, without limitation, then your life will have joy and the home you establish will be a place in which you will both find the direction of your growth, your freedom, and your responsibility.”

Tony took a deep breath and squeezed your hands.  “I take you to be my wife, my constant friend and partner, and my love.

“I vow to honor and you and respect you for all that you are and will become, taking pride in who we are, both separately and together.

“I promise that I am going to challenge you every day.  But that, I will also accept challenges from you.

“Our home will be a sanctuary and a respite for us and the people we love most.

“Above all, I give you my love freely and unconditionally.  I pledge this to you, from the bottom of my heart, for all the days of our lives.”  He said, his eyes glistening.

You smiled and swallowed lifting his hands to your mouth and kissing the back of them.  “I take you to be my husband, my constant friend, and partner and my love.

“I will work to create a bond of honesty, respect and trust; one that withstands the tides of time and change, and grows along with us.

“I will join you and our community in an ongoing struggle to create a world we all want to live in, where love and friendship will be recognized and celebrated in their many forms.

“Above all, I will give you my love freely and unconditionally.  I pledge this to you, from the bottom of my heart, for all the days of our lives.”  You said.

“May I have the rings please?”  The celebrant asked.

Owen fumbled to get them out of his pocket and his hand shook a little as he handed them over to each of you.

“Repeat after me:  I give you this ring, as a daily reminder of my love for you.”

You and Tony both repeated the words as you slid the rings into place.

“By the power of your love and commitment, and the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife!  You may kiss each other!”

Tony wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close, dipping you kissed deeply and everyone applauded.

After you did the legal paperwork and took photos you joined the rest of the guests at tables set up under lights a little further down the beach.  Everything felt like a whirlwind.  Dinner was served.  The starters were set up on a grazing table.  There were dips, crackers, and artisan bread, several kinds of cheese, olives, chargrilled vegetables, and sliced deli meats.  As well as oysters, shrimp, arancini, pork belly, rice paper rolls, and other small finger foods to get everyone started.  That was followed by a seated entree of either rack of lamb, herb potato gnocchi, ragu of chorizo, chickpeas, onion and capsicum and chimichurri, fillet of salmon, saffron potato, quinoa, barley, and white crab and avocado mousse, or pistachio-crusted tofu with a prickly pear sauce.   All these dishes that you had spent so long carefully choosing to make sure everyone had something delicious they could eat you could barely even manage to taste because everyone wanted to talk to you, or see your ring or take your photo.  Not to mention that queasy feeling never quite let up.

After dinner speeches were made, first your dad telling stories of you and Tony as kids and repeating how proud he is of you.  Then your bridesmaid talking about the fate that led the two of you to be together now.

Then Owen got up.  “He-hello.”  He said, the nerves showing in the shake of his voice.  “My name is Owen.  I grew up with just my mom.  She’s a really good mom, but I did always have a hope that one day I’d get to meet my dad.  One day, by complete accident, I did.  I didn’t expect he’d be Iron Man though.  He started out by being a really good dad.  Then he was a really good boyfriend to my mom.  She is much happier and more chill with him around.  So I’m sure he’ll be a really good husband too.  I love you both so much.  So cheers to my mom and dad.”

Everyone applauded and glasses were raised.  Owen returned to his seat and you hugged him tightly and kissed the top of his head while Tony wrapped his arms around the both of you.

Rhodey got up to speak next and he smirked at Tony.  “Well, I bet none of you expected this to happen right?”  He said, making everyone laugh.  “I know I didn’t.  I met Tony back in college.  He was only 15 then, and already completely out of control.  I remember thinking there was no way this kid was making it to thirty.  The longer I knew him the more sure I was that would be the case.  But he did.  I also assumed he’d just continue being a playboy until he died.  My very own Hugh Hefner.  He’s been through a lot of changes though.  He’s nearly died more times than I’d like to admit.  He started to settle.  To figure out who he is and what he wants with his life.

“I never really believed in fate, but there seemed to be something going on with the way these two people had their lives come together.  If they hadn’t known each other as kids, they might not have had the little tryst that brought Owen here into the world.  But the tryst had to happen while Tony was still his unsettled self.  Owen had to be kept a secret though or they definitely wouldn’t have had a great relationship.  They met back up at the time Tony had begun to settle which was the perfect time.  He was able to step up to be the dad he needed to be.  He was able to open his heart up to be the partner he needed to be.

“And now, here we are.  At Tony Stark’s wedding.  Not drunk at Vegas but planned ahead to this woman who he loves and who kept coming into his life at the perfect times.  They were destined to be.”  Rhodey turned and looked directly at you.  “He is better with you.  Happier.  More at peace.  All the things you might have put down as mistakes or chance, they were meant to happen.  I’m glad he has you.”  He turned back to the crowd.  “So raise a glass to the happy couple.”

There was a cheer of the ‘happy couple and everyone sipped their drinks.  Tony got up and hugged Rhodey before taking the microphone for himself.

“First of all, I’d like to thank you all for traveling this far to be with us.  I mean, I know I paid, so free private island holiday, but still, it really means the world to both of us.”  He said, making your guests laugh.  “I grew up not really knowing what it felt like to be part of a loving family.  So instead I modeled myself after my father.  I drank too hard and I worked too hard.  But I told myself that I wouldn’t inflict myself on anyone else for too long because that wouldn’t be fair to anyone.

“It’s funny how life doesn’t really give a shit about your plans.  Turns out while I was trying to stop myself from ever forming any bonds with anyone I was making a pretty serious bond with someone.  So instead of doing things in the typical everyday order where you meet, fall in love, get married, have a kid.  Or doing things the way I envisioned, just a new conquest every day.  I did them in the way that worked for me.  I had the kid.  I fell in love.  And now, I am married to the women I have a son with.  I finally have the family I didn’t think existed for me.  It’s funny how you can not know how badly you needed something until you finally have it.”

He looked at you, his eyes full of love.  “People always ask me if I was mad when I found out she’d hidden Owen from me.  The answer is; of course, I was.  Who wouldn’t be?  The next question I usually get is how could I forgive that?  That question is easily answered if you’ve ever met her.  She is the most kind, brave, intelligent, amazing person I’ve ever met, and I’ve met a lot of kind, brave, intelligent and amazing people.  A lot of you are here today.  Falling in love with her was inevitable.  It was like breathing.  I am excited to call myself her husband.  I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with her.  So I’d like you all to raise your glasses for the crazy way life works and to my wife.”

He sat down as everyone toasted and you leaned in and kissed him deeply.  Though your moment didn’t last long.  You were called onto the floor for your first dance.  The band started to play ‘Nothing Else Matters’ by Metallica and you and Tony start to move around the dance floor in the routine you’d been practicing for months now.

“You look beautiful, you know?”  Tony said, gazing into your eyes.

“Thank you,”  You said leaning in and brushing your lips over his just briefly.  “Would you say I’m glowing?”

Tony opened his mouth to say something and then closed it again.  You could actually see the wheels turning behind his eyes.  “Are you…?”

You smirked at him and he spun you.  “Pregnant?”  You finished as you span back into his arms.  “That’s right.”

“Honey…”  He said, a smile spreading over his face.  “Oh my god.”  He pulled you into a hard kiss, the music completely forgotten.  You both just stand there kissing.  His hand on your cheek, yours clinging to his back.  The beach might as well be empty except for the two of you.  His lips slowly caress yours until they begin to go numb.  When he pulls back his eyes are glistening with tears.

You reach up and brush one escapee from his cheek.  “You’re such a softie, Stark.”

“Don’t make fun of me.  I’m really happy.”  He said as you start to dance again.

You nuzzled into his neck.  “You think we’ll ever get pregnant because we planned to?”

Tony started laughing.  “Who knows.  Like I said, life doesn’t care about plans. But whatever happens, I’m loving every minute of it.”

~ END ~

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PS I Love You (Chapter II: Alma)

Pairing: Thomas Mendez x Tara Day

Summary: After losing three years of memories from a car crash, Tara returns to a life she does not remember.

Catch up here .

Playlist: Wings by Birdy, Take Me Home by Us the Duo, Meet Me Halfway by Black Eyed Peas, Story of a Girl by Nine Days

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Tara had never felt so detached to her surroundings before.

She felt like she was walking into someone else's life. The Tara of three years prior would not have imagined that her life would be the way it was with a beautiful house, handsome, successful lawyer husband and a loyal stepdaughter, a best friend from her daughter.

Walking around Thomas'- their house was like navigating a maze. It was a little overwhelming for her to open the door that she thought was a bathroom but was actually another room. The most frustrating part about it, however, was that she kept forgetting which were which.

The doctor had warned her that while her brain was healing, her memory might not be as sharp but the feeling of helplessness was frustrating.

The weekend passed with her following the routine of her family: they stopped at a local bakery for breakfast before taking Luz to soccer practice and Zoey to science camp. She followed Thomas around as they picked up supplies for the house. As a family, they cooked dinner together and had breakfast together the next morning before going to the farmer's market and going on a hike.

Every moment of it was beautiful but she felt like she was living someone else's life.

She fidgeted with her wedding ring often. It felt heavy on her finger: for her, not long ago she had been married to a man who made her feel like she was not good enough.

Thomas looked at her with the warmest of smiles and she couldn't help the heat rising in her cheeks. He was handsome and her heart skipped a beat when he glanced her way. She knew he was her husband but even though she had developed a crush, the idea of being a wife again was hard for her to grasp. It had been her and Zoey for so long and for her, all at once it had changed.

Thomas had subconsciously reached for her hand during their hike and she let him take it, wondering if it would let her feel closer to the Tara that fit in this life.

There were so many moments in the life that Tara and Thomas had built together. Zoey looked at her stepfather and stepsister with the brightest of smiles. It overwhelmed her heart with joy seeing her daughter like that, but not being able to remember how it all developed made her feel as if she were an outsider on a joke.

"Alright girls, do you have your backpacks and money for lunch? Sofia will be picking you up today." Thomas asked as they dropped their daughters off at school.

"We have everything Papa." Zoey replied.

"Alright, have a good day, then. Love you both very much." He said with a grin.

Zoey and Luz hopped out of the car and walked up the steps to the school. Tara followed them with her eyes until they disappeared behind the door.

"You know, the first time I met you was getting school supplies. I knew your daughter was going to go here and I hoped I'd see you again soon." He laughed at the memory. "Didn't think it would be in the principal's office."

Tara nodded, her eyes still glued on the entrance of the school. She could only remember being there when Zoey and her had interviewed with the principal and she remembered agonizing over moving them there, wondering how she would fit in with her classmates.

"She likes her school, right?" Tara turned to him. "And she's happy? I was worried she wouldn't fit in because I was a single mother and she was on scholarship."

"It was hard at the beginning." Thomas said truthfully. "But Zoey is kind and bright and the other kids took to her."

She nodded, looking back out the window. Thomas reached over, squeezing her hand.

They drove in silence the rest of the way and he dropped her off at the bakery, pressing a quick kiss on her cheek before heading to work. Waiting outside was a smartly dressed woman in a wheelchair.

"Hey Tara, I'm Alma." She smiled, sticking out her hand. "When you first moved here, me and Levi were your neighbors and I watch your daughters for you every over in a while."

"Nice to meet you, Alma. Or see you again? I never know what to say." Tara laughed nervously. She still hadn't figured out what to say in these situations, remeeting the people from her future? From the present but from the memories she didn't have anymore?

Alma gave Tara a sympathetic smile.

"I'm also your business partner. You and I worked together at a boutique for a while. I quit when the business started getting busy and you hired me to help you manage the day-to-day of the store."

Alma pushed the button that allowed the door to swing open on its own.

"One of the requirements when you were looking for a storefront." She grinned at Tara. "I told you it just had to meet ADA regulations but you were insistent."

"We did this?" Tara said in wonder as she stepped into the bakery. She turned to look at Alma. "You and me?"

"Yup. When you got your settlement, you started finishing up your bachelor's degree and baking in the meantime out of your house. People started taking orders but it really got successful when Faye became your social media manager."

Tara frowned at the name, trying to place it in her brain. "Who's Faye?"

"Your ex-husband's ex-girlfriend. Her testimony was good for your court case. She dumped him when he spoke down to her, it was amazing." Alma chuckled at the memory. "You were getting a lot of orders and you would sell at the farmer's market on the weekends. She promoted your baked goods on her Instagram and it gave you enough revenue to open this up."

"That's incredible." She murmured as she stepped into the kitchen, spotting her mother's recipe box on the counter. She felt her heart ache at the sight of her mother's handwriting on the cards. That was something else she had to adjust to too, she supposed. Her mother had been gone longer than she remembered.

"We talked about having cooking classes. We just started to host nights once a week on Thursdays. Sometimes it's trivia. Once a month, Levi makes sure to come play. He always brings in a crowd. Big shot musician now." Alma chuckled. "He almost gave up on that dream, if it wasn't for you."

"Whose is this?" She asked as she came across a recipe she didn't recognize. It was written in her own handwriting but knew all of her mother's recipes by heart. "It doesn't look like a recipe I know."

Alma took a glance at it and smiled.

"Rugelach. Speaking of Levi, that's his grandmother's recipe. I think he gave it to you after your first bake sale at Zoey's school. You, Zoey and Levi made them for the grand opening and they went fast."

After her tour of the bakery, Alma went to open up shop. She had gone in early to prep the baked goods- she had put the easiest recipes on rotation while Tara had been in the hospital. Alma joked that she was decent- she didn't burn down the bakery, but she was no Tara.

So Tara spent the morning in the kitchen, picking out recipes to make. She pulled out her mother's favorite chocolate chip cookie recipe, remembering standing on the stepstool helping her crack the eggs into the bowl. She pulled out the recipe for blueberry hand pie recipe, Zoey's favorite, associated with the days where they woke up before the crowds and went to pick them fresh.

Her eyes then stopped on the rugelach recipe. Her fingers twitched as she picked it up. She stared at it, concentrating hard, hoping it would bring back the memories.

She would have taken any memory, however small of her daughter.

When they didn't come, she sighed and placed the card back in the box.

Closing time came sooner than she expected as she finished prepping the hand pies for the next day. When they discussed logistics, Alma explained, Tara had wanted the option of being able to pick up her daughters from school so they closed at 2:30 with time for prep if necessary.

After everything had been wiped down for that day, Alma and Tara sat at a table together, pastries and coffee on the table.

"You know, I didn't think I would ever have something like this." Tara admitted as she looked around. "It still feels a little unreal to me. A successful business, a loving husband, two beautiful kids… I feel like I'm playing pretend."

"You deserve this." Alma rebutted quickly. "The whole damn world spit on you and you were still the most nonjudgmental and empathetic and kind person I have ever met. This business was built literally from an internet presence and you worked hard to learn the logistics so that we could succeed."

She nodded absently, staring down at her coffee mug.

"Tara." Alma reached over and reached for her hand, squeezing it tight. "Hey. Penny for your thoughts?"

"What if I don't remember any of it?" Tara asked quietly, feeling a lump in her throat. "I keep hearing about these amazing things I did but honestly, the last memories I really have is moving my daughter- who was nine, to Goldcliff. And this bakery! Alma, it's beautiful and I keep pinching myself to remember that it's real and mine. I barely had enough savings to move here in the first place and I feel so incompetent compared to the woman everyone seems to think I am."

"You're afraid this is all going to get taken away from you." She said softly in return. Tara nodded as she blinked back tears.

"I'm afraid I won't live up to the person you all remember me as and you'll resent me for it."

Alma pursed her lips. "I forgot how close your ex-husband troubles must be to you. And how hard it must be to feel like you missed out on so much of your daughter's life. When you first moved here, I remember you were so afraid of Guy coming back and claiming custody. I can't tell you whether or not you'll get your memories back. But I can tell you we will all be by your side to help you with whatever you need. You helped so many people with your support. Eiko got her heart monitor working which is doing wonders for the health community. Levi started legitimately booking venues and got a recording deal. Zoey and Luz are so adored and driven. And Thomas with you is the happiest I have ever seen him."

Tara let herself wipe at the tears that had begun streaming down her face as she chuckled. "Can I pay to have you follow me around?"

"You have done so many amazing things, Tara. It's a testament to your character. You deserve to be happy."

-

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UnREAL Beats Bachelor Again, Casts First Female Suitor

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UnREAL, a TV show based on creator Sarah Shapiro’s experience working on The Bachelor, often beats its inspiration to representation landmarks. In just its second season, the show featured a Black bachelor. Now it’s breaking ground again and casting Caitlin FitzGerald as its first woman suitor, TVLine reports.

She’ll be vying for bachelorette Serena’s love alongside the customary heaping helping of man meat. All your favorite backstage people, like Rachel (Shiri Appleby), Quinn (Constance Zimmer), and Everlasting creator Chet (Craig Bieroko).

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1. god I can’t believe I’m watching this again 2. WHY ARE THE EPISODES SO LONG 3. IT’S ARIE WHAT COULD POSSIBLY HAPPEN

4. “how’s everyone feeling today?” “i’m emotionally and physically drained” this is me every morning

5. if i had to go on a group date with krystal i would absolutely find a way to accidentally punch her in the throat 6. i like tia she just runs around making noises 7. the fuck is a glob 8. THE KISSING BANDIT god i hate this man 9. if someone surprised me with a wrestling date i’d kill myself 10. OMG IS ALISON BRIE HERE 11. the fuck it’s not even alison brie 12. oh they’re like the real wrestlers lmao 13. i have no idea what bekah's personality is

14. wrestler lady: “who wants it?” tia: *raises her hand but only like, a little bit*

15. arie was talking and my mom said from across the room “what are you watching it’s putting me to sleep” 16. lauren b is just standing in the corner laughing i’m dying 17. oh my god she’s just… insulted bibiana’s name? 18. WHAT IS HAPPENING

19. wrestler lady: “I could take you down right now!” tia: “i would let you”

20. bekah’s gonna beat the shit out of them 21. the girls are literally crying 22. IMAGINE GOING ON A DATE WHERE THE ENTIRE PREMISE WAS THAT YOU WERE GOING TO GET BULLIED 23. i really wish alison brie was here 24. shut the fuck up bekah go call your mom 25. “has anyone even watched WWE?” literally no 26. i love tia 27. tia winning would be justice for raven 28. BIBIANA IN A DINOSAUR MASK 29. i want chris harrison to beat the shit out of arie 30. i don’t even remember who kenny is

31. bring back peter

32. who is the lunch lady 33. imagine having to pretend to fall in love with arie 34. oh my god what is HAPPENING 35. imagine losing to krystal 36. LMAO KRYSTAL IS LITERALLY BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF THIS GIRL 37. is this… porn 38. i think this is porn 39. aw i love tia and bibiana 40. every time arie speaks i want to fast forward

41. i’m trying to snapchat arie and krystal but i can’t get a clear enough shot of their faces because all they’re doing is kissing really grossly 42. oh my god 43. snapchat makes this show so much better

44. “he’s fucking awesome” yeah ok tia 45. WHY DOES ARIE JUST KISS EVERYONE 46. “i have a feeling i’ll be on that one on one date because he knows i’m a mom” god in all my krystal hatred i forgot how awful chelsea was 47. i cannot tell any of the laurens apart

48. “and i just feel like these girls are living in a false reality” oh my god she’s CLINICAL

49. HAHAHAH HE GAVE IT TO BEKAH 50. SUCK A DICK, KRYSTAL 51. she’s just SMILING THROUGH THE PAIN 52. LIKE THE PSYCHOPATH SHE IS

53. is krystal literally just going around the house talking to the other girls about how strong her connection with arie is…

54. “this is a very Lauren S. date” - lauren S

55. “i like to go to bed early” of course you do arie you’re like 60

56. hulu isn’t working and i feel like this is a message from god 57. ugh no it’s back

58. “i feel like you’re a little bit of a wine connoisseur.” “no i just like drinking wine.” the most relatable arie has ever been

59. SHE’S JUST RAMBLING 60. SHE’S BEEN RAMBLING FOR PROBABLY AN HOUR 61. SHE JUST KEEPS TALKING 62. LAUREN S PLEASE STOP TALKING 63. she’s literally talking so much that arie is actually eating

64. “how is ‘ruff’ spelled?” “r-u-f-f” *everyone SCREAMS*

65. THERE IS A TRAUMATIC SITUATION FOR EVERY EVENT ON THIS SHOW

66. he’s NOT GIVING HER THE ROSE 67. I’M SO UNCOMFORTABLE 68. THIS IS THE WORST THING I’VE EVER SEEN 69. god that was awful 70. ugh i liked her 71. or at least like… i didn’t hate her 72. why is krystal talking about her like she died 73. dear god SHUT!!!!! UP!!!!!!!

74. “stop being so condescending to everybody because you like, met his dog.” CAROLINE FOR PRESIDENT

75. how is it only 9:00 i feel like I’ve been watching this episode for six years 76. tag yourself i’m the blonde bitch jumping up and down when arie even vaguely alludes to a dog 77. when does unReal come back 78. THESE DOGS ARE SO TALENTED 79. my dog can’t even walk without falling down

80. LMAO WAIT IS ANNALIESE 81. IS SHE THE ONE WITH THE BUMPER CAR ISSUES TOO 82. who PUT THESE FLASHBACKS TOGETHER 83. “AND I ALMOST LOST MY EYE,” SHE SAYS AS A CRYING BABY SCREAMS IN SEPIA

84. bibiana signs off from her prayer with “love you bye!!”

85. “we have just a random girl who’s walked up as well” same 86. i would just hold my dog and pet him 87. why is annalise so enthusiastic about poop 88. she’s really owning it though 89. how are there still so many girls left i only know like six of them 90. omg I can’t wait for chelsea to go home 91. her poor child is going to have to watch this someday

92. “dogs are so cute” wow arie is full of gold tonight 93. “i have never had the opportunity for someone to respect me for who i am” ok chelsea 94. i wonder what arie is thinking about at any given time 95. “the last time you said you were in love was five years ago on this show. tell me more about that.” do you really think that’s the best topic of conversation here

96. i wonder if arie is stoned or if he just naturally looks like that

97. omg annalise stop complaining and just go talk to him 98. ten years from now someone’s gonna say the word bachelor and she’s gonna have flashbacks to THIS traumatic moment 99. HE JUST KEEPS KISSING PEOPLE 100. it’s never a good sign when the dude says “so how do you think things are going” 101. he’s so not into her 102. that was painful 103. poor annaliese 104. she deadass got her coat on LMAO

105. HE CAN’T HOLD A CONVERSATION AND JUST SLOWLY MOVES HIS FACE CLOSER TO THE OTHER GIRL THE ENTIRE TIME UNTIL THEY STOP TALKING TO KISS

106. THIS IS THE WORST I HATE HIM!!!!!!

107. “today was really fun. i loved today. today was such a cool day. it was amazing.” - literally a sentence that arie just said

108. maybe he is super stoned 109. how dare they show me a black panther commercial and then make me go back to watching the bachelor 110. who does bekah look like 111. she looks like someone

112. BIBIANA SET THE ENTIRE THING UP AND HE JUST TOOK THIS BLONDE BITCH OUT HERE 113. I’M SCREAMING 114. LMAO WHAT THE FUCK 115. WHO MANIPULATED THIS SITUATION INTO EXISTENCE 116. WHERE IS QUINN KING!!!!! 117. SHE’S GOING TO SEE THEM KISSING BECAUSE WHAT ELSE DOES ARIE DO 118. “he’s with lauren b on my setup” i would literally cry 119. THE DEVIL IS WROKING OT 120. HE’S TAKING EVERY FUCKING GIRL TO IT 121. I’M SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!! 122. THIS MAN IS SUCH TRASH LMAO!!!!!!

123. EVERY SINGLE TIME HE TAKES A NEW GIRL OUT THERE HE’S LIKE LMAO I DON’T KNOW WHO SET THIS UP BUT ISN’T IT NICE? LET’S KISS!!

124. AHH!!!!!!!! 125. annaliese is gonna force him to kiss her

126. he got tia HAY BALES AND MOONSHINE 127. I’M SCREAMING WHAT HTE FUCK IS THIS SHOW 128. SHE’S TALKING AND HE’S JUST 129. SLOWLY MOVING HIS FACE TO HER 130. MOUTH OPEN

131. i hope they checked him for herpes

132. the bitch smiling because annaliese hasn’t kissed him 133. he’s going to send annaliese home right now isn’t he 134. this is so uncomfortable because she’s like BEGGING him to kiss her 135. i’ve never seen arie REFUSE to kiss someone 136. this is awful 137. he said no and i gasped 138. that was literally the most dramatic thing that’s happened this entire season 139. this is so dumb

140. you know annaliese and bibiana are going home because he deadass has sought out EVERY OTHER GIRL TONIGHT to stick his tongue down their throats one last time

141. arie is definitely lowkey racist 142. why does he make jokes that 11 year old boys would make 143. if i never see arie kiss another human it will be too soon 144. aw bye annaliese 145. “bye ladies,” she says, crying 146. WHO SAID SHE’S KIDDING 147. “i don’t know what this man is thinking” but literally everyone watching does 148. god shut up krystal

149. “i feel really confident, but also i don’t have a rose,” she says, BEFORE THE ROSE CEREMONY

150. “i had to make one hard decision” arie you’ve sent two girls home 151. the camera zoomed in on krystal when he saw the word wife dear god 152. OH HER NAME IS KENDALL? I like her 153. why did only one girl walk up when he said lauren 154. there are like at least four laurens left 155. bye bib 156. LMAO WAIT DOES HE EVEN KNOW SHE SET UP THE DAY BED 157. he definitely doesn’t 158. thank god this is over 159. THEY’RE TLAKING ABOUT HER DOG FEARS AGAIN 160. oh my god

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Blackout, Part 5

Once I walked up to the front door, my stomach turned. I cursed myself for never having made friends other than Aether’s. I had colleagues, but they weren’t the kind of colleagues I could visit with a bag of shit and in need of a place to stay. I couldn’t go to any of the ghouls, because they were his brothers and sister. It would be unfair of me to ask them to take me in. Besides, I didn’t want their pity, I wanted them to take care of Aether.

But this brought me here, on the doorstep of a posh apartment building in the most expensive part of town. He had this big loft, suited for the slick and wanted bachelor he was. It was all bullshit, really. But I knew he wouldn’t let me stand out on the pavement.

‘Josephine…’ his voice rumbled low through the intercom. I imagined a camera pointed at me, and a gloved hand caressing a button that would let me in. ‘To what do I owe the pleasure?’

I looked up, my eyes trailing the door, until I finally found the lens. I grabbed my bag a little tighter. ‘May I come in?’

Papa didn’t answer, but a buzzer sounded, and a click in the door betrayed it was open.

My heart was beating in my throat when I stepped into the elevator. Papa Emeritus and I weren’t friends. We had spoken a couple of times, and Aether had told me I was ‘approved’ by his Papa, but I could never warm to him. Honestly, I feared him. He was dark and unreadable. I always felt he was older than he looked, and especially older than he acted. Women flocked around him, and he wasn’t ashamed of choosing from them and using their attention. He was charming, but in a way that made my internal alarm system go off.

‘Josephine…’ he said again. The elevator had opened directly in his apartment and he was leaning against a piano in the corner, a glass of wine twirling between his gloved fingers. As if he wanted me to think he was a parody of himself. ‘What brings you here, child?’

A shiver went down my spine. I didn’t know if I liked it when he called me a child.

‘Aether.’ I told him. ‘He is not well.’

Papa sighed dramatically and turned his back to me, looking out of a window. This man was unreal. It was like he played a vampire in an old romantic movie. I looked around, seeking something silly enough to break the tension.

‘We have all been suffering, Josephine.’ He said, hands behind his back. ‘It is understandable Aether takes it this hard.’

‘He isn’t himself.’ I said softly. ‘And please, call me Fine. That is my name.’

Papa slightly turned his face. ‘How is he not himself?’ he asked me. I could see no emotion on his face.

‘He stopped talking to me.’ I started. ‘We used to be able talk about anything, he could tell me anything. His grief got the better of him. I think he doesn’t know how to put this feeling into words. I…’ I stopped. I looked up at the pope, how the fabric moved over his back as he slowly breathed in and out. Why would he want to hear this from me? Why would he listen to me over one of his own ghouls?

‘I left him today.’ I whispered. Now, Papa turned around. I was surprised to see a genuine emotion in his eyes. He looked from me to the bag in my hands, and he stepped closer.

‘How can I help you?’ he said.

‘I need to find Omega.’ Was my immediate answer. For a moment I thought I saw a hint of shock in his eyes, but he quickly managed to hide it from me.

‘Omega is untraceable, my dear.’ He said softly. I noticed a vague shimmer in his green eye. ‘I wish it wasn’t so, but believe me, I tried my all.’

I bit my tongue. I didn’t for one moment believe that this man could have tried ‘his all’ in such a short amount of time. He placed his wine glass on the piano. Only now I noticed the tacky rug with tiger print spread out underneath my feet. Is this what women found so attractive? He might as well could have written ‘SEX’ on the walls.

Papa paced around the room, letting his hand run over the back of a fainting couch.

‘Do you think you will reconcile with Aether?’ he asked me. I bowed my head.

‘Things have to change for that to happen.’ I said.

‘And things will change if you get Omega to return to his brothers?’ Papa said, and something in his tone triggered something in me. As if he was making fun of me. I took a deep breath, trying to keep myself from yelling at him. I wanted to say something, but he spoke again.

‘You can stay here for the time being.’ He said. ‘At least I’m guessing that is why you came here?’ he looked at my bag again, closing in on me. His eyes trailed over my body, and I shivered again.

‘Josephine…’ he whispered, his eyes coming to a halt at my stomach. There was no way he could have seen. I had a soft belly, but it was way too early for a baby bump to show. Still, when he looked back up at me, I could see that he knew. I felt the rage build more within me, but the moment he touched my arm the hot adrenaline seemed to die like a cigarette thrown in a puddle and tears started streaming from my eyes. I couldn’t stop it. I held back my sobs, but the tears kept coming.

‘Shhh…’ Papa said, and he wiped my cheek as if we were close. He touched me as if he cared for me, as if I trusted him.

‘Shhh…’ he said again, wrapping his arms around me. He worked a hand in my hair, pressing my face to his shoulder. I wondered why I even came here in the first place. Papa’s hands were steady and warm as he caressed my back. It came as a surprise that it actually worked.

When I calmed down a little, he took my bag and one of my hands. He led me down a corridor and into a small guestroom. Then he placed my bag on the bed, gave me a small nod and disappeared. I could stay.

[catharia-catharsis]

Scenario!Request: Fancy Meeting You Here

Idk if this counts as a scenario (or maybe you can make it into a scenario?) so um jumin with a weightlifter mc please (her body is quite big and sturdy from lifting barbells). Im not fat but I have big arms and people have been commenting about it :/ your writing really brightens my mood so thanks haha

MC being set up on a blind date by her family with jumin, but they’re already dating it’s just that she hasn’t told her family.

Catharia’s Note: This is a request scenario for @stickfire​! Sadly, I’ve been quite pinned down with work and I have been trying to figure out a scenario for said request. If you don’t mind,  have combined the two requests into one since it would be more easier. (Please forgive me!)  Anyway, enough of me babbling about my life and it’s emptiness! I hope you readers will enjoy the fic below. Enjoy!

Two individuals sat opposite from each other on the living room coach, neither of the two talking. MC along with her father remained in silence as the ticking of the clock sounded through the tension-filled room. A scowl decorated the young woman’s features as she crossed her arms in front of her father in an indignant manner.  

“I don’t want to meet them, Dad.” MC’s usually bright eyes were narrowed in irritation as met the older man’s exasperated visage.

“Now, MC. You know that I wouldn’t ask you unless I would be concerned.”

“And these men you set me up with?”

“They are trust worthy individuals who I already met with already. ” The older man spoke tiredly as he rubbed his head weakly. “It wouldn’t hurt to meet them first now would it, Honey?”

The two had been going on for the past hour in regards to MC’s lack of marriage partners and her dear father urged her to meet a few potential husbands. Although MC loved her dear father to death and was well aware that she was approaching the age where she would need to get married.

But 24 isn’t even that old, is it?

The brunette knew that her father was being unfair but she understood that the man was merely being concerned for her well-being. Well, it is partially her fault considering that she never really got around to telling her family in regards to her fiance. It’s not really normal for young women to disappear for almost two weeks without contacting their families and instead coming back with one of South Korea’s most eligible bachelors as her fiance.

“Dad. There’s something I have to tell you-”

“That you’ll go meet the potential husbands that I have picked out for you?”

The young woman looked up to see her father looking so helpless. The old man was practically using his own version of the puppy dog eyes where his eyes started to tear up and his mouth trembled ever so slightly underneath the thick mustache the man sported. The man looked pitiful and It took everything MC had not to burst out in laughter at the ridiculous situation.

‘Poor Dad. I guess meeting a couple of them won’t hurt anyone.’

“Alright! Alright! I’ll meet some of these men you insist upon.”

“Thank you so much, MC! I’ve scheduled for you to meet them this evening.” The old man stood up from his seat and gave his daughter a tight hug. “Your mother would ecstatic once she hears this! She helped choose some of these men too!”

“Wait,This evening!? and Mama was in this too!?”

“Erm…I just remembered that you mother sent me on an erand, MC!” The graying hair of MC’s father became disheveled as his bright eyes avoided his daughter’s own accusatory ones as he motioned towards the small stack of folders on the coffee table in front of her. “Please look over those potential husbands, okay! Bye honey!”

“Dad wait!” MC tried to get up and follow her father who was already exiting the room, adamant in escaping.

Too late. MC’s father disappeared behind the living room door leaving her alone. The young woman dropped back unto the comfortable couch with a sigh as she eyed the small pile of folders. After a few minutes of debating with herself MC finally decided to go through the men her parents picked out for her just for entertainment’s sake. There was a total of three candidates and their ages, hobbies, background and professions were all listed on the documents.

‘Hmm…I guess my parents do have good taste. A physician, A university professor and a business owner.’

MC flipped through the pages and eyed the pictures of the men who-she must admit-look pretty handsome before reading their profiles. After a few minutes of reading, MC felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and she reached out to open a message from Jumin. She felt a small smile creep into her face as she dropped the documents on the coffee table to answer her fiancée.

‘I hope your enjoying your day off, darling. Did you want to have dinner together in the evening?’

MC bit her lip as she typed out a reply declining the offer using the excuse of having scheduled with a few individuals her parents wanted her to meet. The brunette glanced over the folders containing the documents before turning her attention back when she felt a slight vibration coming from her phone.

‘Ah, such a shame. I wanted to come home early and spend time with you.’

The young woman felt her cheeks burn, a small smile creep it’s way into her face and a faint laugh bubbled on her lips. She typed in another reply saying that she missed him much more and she would have rather be in his company than the people she had to meet in the evening.

‘How tempting, MC. But you should meet those people you parents want to meet. I’ll wait for your return patiently at the condo. I miss you, my love.’

God. MC threw her whole body unto the couch, clutching at the fluffy pillows as she clutched her phone to her chest. MC did not know what she did in her previous life in order to deserve such blessings and she silently praised whatever deity, god, spirit or thing for showering her with such happiness. She buried her face into her hands, discarding the phone beside her which bounced against the pillows. 

Han Jumin was the sweetest charming man on the planet and it was unreal how MC was able to have him all to herself. The brunette sat up and clasped her hands together as if in prayer silently praised whatever deity, god, spirit or thing for showering her with such happiness.

‘I’m sure Dad and Mama would approve of him but in the mean time I’ll  humor them.’

MC giddily slips her phone into her pocket as she reaches for the folder to flip through them once again. Also, it would be very rude for her not to know the names of the people that she would be meeting and after all, she had to make sure she wouldn’t embarrass both her and her parents. It’s not like she was going to go on a date with any of these men and accept them as her husband.

It was a little past 9 PM as MC glanced down at her watch while she sat across the last of the men her parents arranged for her to meet that night. The man in front of her smiled confidently as he answered all her questions politely in regards to his family and work background as they continued to talk. The table had been cleared of their dinner plates and only two glasses of beer remained.

The businessman-Michael- was a self-made business owner of various restaurants located in Seoul’s entertainment district. The man was charismatic, quite the flirt and devastatingly handsome. MC retained her pleasantly fake smile which was reserved only for irritating, self-centered jerks like Michael who seemed quite intent on keeping her from leaving.

“Did anyone tell you that you have lovely eyes?”

‘Umm…not really but thank you.”

“You have–” The slightly drunk man motioned to MC’s rather toned arms sluggishly. “–rather firm arms. You work out?”

“Excuse me?”

“I asked–” Micheal motioned to MC’s arms again as he reached for his glass of beer, hiccuping. “–I asked if you work out a lot.”

“Y-yes. I-I lift…”

“You have huge arms.” The brunette slightly bent herself over as if making herself smaller as the man continued to stare at her rather uneasily with a smile on his face. “It’s a bit weird seeing women with bigger arms than me.”

MC sighs softly and it took all of her will power not to lean over the table and smack him upside the head for staring and speaking to her rather rudely. One of MC’s noticeable features are her toned arms which she can attribute to working out. It still greatly bothered MC when people place her under scrutiny for not fitting the feminine body type which society expected women to follow. 

Sure, the man was drunk and had rudely pointed out her rather unfeminine quality but she cannot use that as an excuse to slap him which would  not only create a scene but also a problem for both their family relations. The best approach in this case is to excuse herself from the drunk businessman and go home to relax until Michael beat her to it.

‘Finally, the douche is leaving.’

“Ah, I should get going. It’s getting quite late.” Michael supplies as he fished out some bills as he got up while winking at MC before leaving the restaurant much to the woman’s relief. “Next time, we’ll have dinner at my place.”

‘In your dreams, Honey.’’

“Sounds like a plan!”

MC releases a breath and drops her smile as she leans back on her chair while watching the man disappear from the restaurant’s entrance. The young woman calls for a glass of wine but is interrupted by someone who sat in Michael’s place. MC’s face expressed surprise but a small smile creeped into her face as she immediately recognized the person in front of her.

“Fancy meeting you here, Mr. Han.”

The raven-haired man returned the smile with an amused expression before handing her a folder which looked almost similar to the ones containing MC’s future husbands.

“Am I too late for the interview?”

“Never.” The smile on MC’s face widened as she reaches for Jumin’s hand instead.

B O N U S:

“So that is the person you were meeting, MC?”

“Sadly yes.” The brunette sighed softly as she held Jumin’s  hand on top of the table as she finished her glass of wine while he sat across her. “He was the most unbearable I wanted to drown myself in a bottle of Chardonnay.”

“Then would you like to come to the penthouse for a drink?”

A laugh bubbles past MC’s lips as she gives Jumin’s larger hand a squeeze before tilting her head to the side in amusement.

“I don’t exactly go home with my dates on the first meeting, Mr. Han.”

“I have a case of  Sauvignon blanc back home.”

“Sold!”  MC laughs as her fiancee tugs her up from the chair before following him out of the restaurant, unresisting. “I’ll give you an exception, I guess.” 

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A Rewiew Of The Bowflex Sporting activity Residence Health club.

Great," she reacted, and she indicated it. Actually, she was knocked down at the difference just a couple of weeks of chiropractic care changes had made. As http://schonheitsklinik-blog.info/titan-gel-fuer-maenner-es-gibt-zeugnisse-und-produktrezensionen-wie-man-es-benutzt-und-wie-man-es-bekommt/ and also one to question spiritual and old facts, I use this set declaration: that power is devastating to autonomy, that it has the propensity to disregard the passions of individuals, as it grows individuals die, as it recedes the blossom of freedom blooms. This is performed in order that the layer of cellulite could be raised by the operating medical professional and after that repositioned in a proper manner. You can execute a variety of workouts on the Total Fitness center 1000 without even touching the wing accessory or leg pulley accessories. 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The Real Fantasy Of ‘The Bachelor’ Is That Love Can Be Restricted

On the eve of January 4, a young man will start his fairy tale tour. Armed with lifts, suits and the “right reasonableness, ” he will find love on national television by the end of March. This is how “The Bachelor” runs almost every season, and one can fairly safely assume that Season 20 is likely to be no different.

Each season, dozens of potentials apply to be on the other purpose of that fairytale. This time, the Daily Beast’s Brandy Zadrozny meditates why. Years ago, the opt “Bachelor” souls were extraordinarily prosperous, Ivy League-educated, or at the very least related to adequate famous actor.

Not anymore. With matters relating to Season 20 hotshot, 26 -year-old software salesman Ben Higgins, Zadrozny writes: “Why would these women be so furiously desperate to speed-date on national television in the hopes of marrying the kind of pictures they’re likely to run into at their neighbourhood church or place AppleBee’s? “

She has a point. Higgins and the other Bachelors-at-arms who have been gleaned from the previous season’s puddle of scorned boys( the first being Jason Mesnick on Season 13 in 2009 ), are basically “normal busters, ” at least by television standards.

The question is, do dames genuinely go on “The Bachelor” because they want the have opportunities to “meet a person miles out of[ their] league”? And do females watch “The Bachelor” to see that particular form of a( pretty messed up) “fairy tale”? I suspect the answer is no, on both counts.

Ratings have actually gone up in recent years, as the dealership has continued to rely on throwing men and women who its gathering is already invested in.

There are many reasons beings go on actuality television that have nothing to do with the deep idea that they will find true love: apathy, a desire to be temporarily far-famed, to promote your start-up, because your friend drunkenly filled out the its implementation and you can afford to take off act. There seems to be no shortage of 21 to 34 -year-old women( and men !) who are willing to leave their lives as dental hygienists/ puppy suitors/ application salespeople/ fitness managers for an opportunity at three months of movement, five minutes of honour and — perhaps, simply maybe! — a relationship, or at least a few months of something vaguely resembling one.

That glimmer of romantic possible, which the stars of “The Bachelor” and “The Bachelorette” must have faith in more than any of the contestants, is what outlines in even the most jaded of viewers.

It’s not the Bachelor himself who’s some aspirational fiction for the women who watch. The true fiction is in the formula; the relevant recommendations that with the right kitty of parties, the right amount of “vulnerability, ” the right “process, ” encountering love is a bygone conclusion, altogether in the self-control of a person who truly requires it and has been regarded deserving. Anyone who previously fallen in and out of desire known to be that’s not how it acts, but oh, wouldn’t it be sweetened if it did?

ABC

Cheers … to the realization of the rights reasons?

There is a very special tension that arises when you consistently watch something that you understand to be detached from reality — and perhaps even find compelling for that reason — but by virtue of that firmnes, you buy into at least a little bit.

Shows like 2015 ‘s critical smacked “UnREAL” to enhance further what we already supposed: “The Bachelor” is a interpretation; a series of revised clips strung together by highly-skilled farmers who know what they need from their on-camera flair and know how to get it. We know all of this, hitherto we come back to our Tv screens week after week after week. Because figuring out such a formulaic building of desire is slaking in its simplicity.

In real life , no one will tell you when to stay in with your best friend and when got to go on a appointment. Said dates is very likely to not take place at 5-star resorts or include death-defying defies that pressure you to “face your fears.” No one will spur you to “open up” about your thinks or be physically intimate at a predetermined time in a predetermined locating. No one will drive you off in a limo and ask you how you feel to signal a breakup or give you a rose in Thailand, along with a free diamond ring, to signal “forever.”

Love IRL is more the stuff of frustrated rehabilitation conferences and overly-familiar Facebook posts than romantic slapsticks. Vulnerability takes the form of heartwrenching speeches about your needs which you decide to initiate with a partner because something inside of you knows that you have to. Or re-downloading Tinder and Bumble and OKCupid in the aftermath of a breakup. Or being genuinely honest about your sexual desires for the first time. Or pushing yourself to go into a setup with a positive prospect even though it might aim in tragedy. Or accepting that even if you do all of the above, love might abide out of contact.

We continue to try because the payoff can be enormous. Love and nostalgic partnership are not everything , not even close. But they feel so goddamn good when they, against all curious, make( even temporarily ). So we go back again and again like gluttons for nostalgic beating.

As Roxane Gay wrote for the New York Times in 2014 TAGEND

We are not as contemptuous as we pretend to be. We continue to date and fall disastrously in love and marry and divorce and try again despite devastating evidence that it is a inferno of a act has continued to be person or persons for the rest of their own lives. Few amongst us want to die alone, holding that hollow room inside us. The real chagrin of “The Bachelor” and “The Bachelorette, ” of the absurd theater of romantic slapsticks, of the sweeping feeling of intrigue romances, is that they know where we are most tender, and they aim claim for that place.

The magic of “The Bachelor” is the fact that it revels our most fatigued selves while burrowing underneath our romantic scar material. So, who attends whether we’re watching 25 people swoon over the heir to a tire fortune or a application salesman while it happens?

For more on “The Bachelor” listen to HuffPost’s Here To Constitute Friends podcast :

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UnREAL Beats Bachelor Again, Casts First Female Suitor

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The Real Fantasy Of ‘The Bachelor’ Is That Love Can Be Restricted

On the eve of January 4, a young man will start his fairy tale tour. Armed with lifts, suits and the “right reasonableness, ” he will find love on national television by the end of March. This is how “The Bachelor” runs almost every season, and one can fairly safely assume that Season 20 is likely to be no different.

Each season, dozens of potentials apply to be on the other purpose of that fairytale. This time, the Daily Beast’s Brandy Zadrozny meditates why. Years ago, the opt “Bachelor” souls were extraordinarily prosperous, Ivy League-educated, or at the very least related to adequate famous actor.

Not anymore. With matters relating to Season 20 hotshot, 26 -year-old software salesman Ben Higgins, Zadrozny writes: “Why would these women be so furiously desperate to speed-date on national television in the hopes of marrying the kind of pictures they’re likely to run into at their neighbourhood church or place AppleBee’s? “

She has a point. Higgins and the other Bachelors-at-arms who have been gleaned from the previous season’s puddle of scorned boys( the first being Jason Mesnick on Season 13 in 2009 ), are basically “normal busters, ” at least by television standards.

The question is, do dames genuinely go on “The Bachelor” because they want the have opportunities to “meet a person miles out of[ their] league”? And do females watch “The Bachelor” to see that particular form of a( pretty messed up) “fairy tale”? I suspect the answer is no, on both counts.

Ratings have actually gone up in recent years, as the dealership has continued to rely on throwing men and women who its gathering is already invested in.

There are many reasons beings go on actuality television that have nothing to do with the deep idea that they will find true love: apathy, a desire to be temporarily far-famed, to promote your start-up, because your friend drunkenly filled out the its implementation and you can afford to take off act. There seems to be no shortage of 21 to 34 -year-old women( and men !) who are willing to leave their lives as dental hygienists/ puppy suitors/ application salespeople/ fitness managers for an opportunity at three months of movement, five minutes of honour and — perhaps, simply maybe! — a relationship, or at least a few months of something vaguely resembling one.

That glimmer of romantic possible, which the stars of “The Bachelor” and “The Bachelorette” must have faith in more than any of the contestants, is what outlines in even the most jaded of viewers.

It’s not the Bachelor himself who’s some aspirational fiction for the women who watch. The true fiction is in the formula; the relevant recommendations that with the right kitty of parties, the right amount of “vulnerability, ” the right “process, ” encountering love is a bygone conclusion, altogether in the self-control of a person who truly requires it and has been regarded deserving. Anyone who previously fallen in and out of desire known to be that’s not how it acts, but oh, wouldn’t it be sweetened if it did?

ABC

Cheers … to the realization of the rights reasons?

There is a very special tension that arises when you consistently watch something that you understand to be detached from reality — and perhaps even find compelling for that reason — but by virtue of that firmnes, you buy into at least a little bit.

Shows like 2015 ‘s critical smacked “UnREAL” to enhance further what we already supposed: “The Bachelor” is a interpretation; a series of revised clips strung together by highly-skilled farmers who know what they need from their on-camera flair and know how to get it. We know all of this, hitherto we come back to our Tv screens week after week after week. Because figuring out such a formulaic building of desire is slaking in its simplicity.

In real life , no one will tell you when to stay in with your best friend and when got to go on a appointment. Said dates is very likely to not take place at 5-star resorts or include death-defying defies that pressure you to “face your fears.” No one will spur you to “open up” about your thinks or be physically intimate at a predetermined time in a predetermined locating. No one will drive you off in a limo and ask you how you feel to signal a breakup or give you a rose in Thailand, along with a free diamond ring, to signal “forever.”

Love IRL is more the stuff of frustrated rehabilitation conferences and overly-familiar Facebook posts than romantic slapsticks. Vulnerability takes the form of heartwrenching speeches about your needs which you decide to initiate with a partner because something inside of you knows that you have to. Or re-downloading Tinder and Bumble and OKCupid in the aftermath of a breakup. Or being genuinely honest about your sexual desires for the first time. Or pushing yourself to go into a setup with a positive prospect even though it might aim in tragedy. Or accepting that even if you do all of the above, love might abide out of contact.

We continue to try because the payoff can be enormous. Love and nostalgic partnership are not everything , not even close. But they feel so goddamn good when they, against all curious, make( even temporarily ). So we go back again and again like gluttons for nostalgic beating.

As Roxane Gay wrote for the New York Times in 2014 TAGEND

We are not as contemptuous as we pretend to be. We continue to date and fall disastrously in love and marry and divorce and try again despite devastating evidence that it is a inferno of a act has continued to be person or persons for the rest of their own lives. Few amongst us want to die alone, holding that hollow room inside us. The real chagrin of “The Bachelor” and “The Bachelorette, ” of the absurd theater of romantic slapsticks, of the sweeping feeling of intrigue romances, is that they know where we are most tender, and they aim claim for that place.

The magic of “The Bachelor” is the fact that it revels our most fatigued selves while burrowing underneath our romantic scar material. So, who attends whether we’re watching 25 people swoon over the heir to a tire fortune or a application salesman while it happens?

For more on “The Bachelor” listen to HuffPost’s Here To Constitute Friends podcast :

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