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joshuasearing · 2 years ago

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Wednesday 12th April

Hey journal the past few days have been a mix of emotions. I do apologise for not writing in here the last few days. So on the 9th of april it was my 19th birthday. I started the day by going to work and doing a 6-2 so 8 hours. Work was ok however it was stress like usual. On a positive note they let me leave about 10 minutes early as they knew it was my birthday. I got picked up by my mum and Caitlin was in the car as I was going to be spending the next couple days with her. Anyways we went home and my aunty, uncle and little cousin got to my house at the same time as they were coming to see me for my birthday. Anyways when I got inside I went to pick up my little cousin as a way of saying hello to her however as I did it she balled her eyes out. So I decided to put her straight back down. Bare in mind she is only 1 years old and I do not think she knows who I even am. Anyways after this me and Caitlin went upstairs as I needed to get changed. Also when upstairs I opened my gifts that got me for my birthday. She bought me these nice white and red nike trainers that were really nice. Also her family got me a card with a 20 pound voucher for waterstones which was really nice of them to do. Also my girlfriend got me a toblorone. She also got me this customized card which was really nice for her to do. Anyways after all of this we went downstairs and spent some time with my family. When down their I opened my presents from my parents and from my aunty and uncle. Firstly my aunty and uncle got me a card with £20 pounds in which was nice. Also my mum and dad got me a couple funko pops, some money for this tattoo that I wanted to get, j20s and also some snacks which I was really grateful for. Anyways when I was opening my presents my brother was in a rush to give me my presents and wanted me to open them straight away. He was more excited for my presents then I was. Anyways after this I sat their with the family for a while and I started to feel a little overwhelmed as I already had a busy day and I had no peace at all that day. Anyways for about an hour me and Caitlin went upstairs into my room and relaxed for a bit. Then after this me, caitlin, mum. dad and Kaiden (brother) got into the car to go to spoons and all you can eat buffee. Anyways I enjoyed the buffee although I did start to feel really on edge as my intrusions were really bad and I did not really relax the whole time I was out as I felt on edge the whole time. Anyways after this we went back home and when at home I just relaxed in my room with Caitlin for the rest of the night. We watched some films and tv.

Anyways now for the next day we got up relatively late and just hugged for the first couple hours and went onto are phones. Then after a while alyssa came round mine as we were going out for birthday this day. However when she came round I needed to have a shower and to get ready so I had to be really careful that she did not end up seeing anything she would not want to see. Anyways after a while we left my house and walked to the bus stop. However we did end up getting their literally as the bus was about to get to the stop. This means I had to run to show the bus driver that we wanted the bus and I had to pray that the bus was not just going to drive off. Luckily the bus stopped. We ended up getting the bus into town. When on the bus we all realised there was this weird horrible smell on the bus and it would not go off which was not great. Anyways when on the bus we played some games of 0 or X's on the window of the bus. Once we got into town we went to maccies and I claimed myself my free cheeseburger. Then after this we went to kfc that was basically next to the maccies. In the kfc I got myself a mini wrap and added an hash brown in it as it tastes well nice in the wrap. After this we quickly looked into waterstones then went to the bus station as we were going somewhere else and was meeting up with Daniel which is my friend. Anyways we was waiting about 10 minutes for the bus. Once we got the bus we were on the bus for about 25 minutes. Once we got their the first thing we did was meet up with Daniel. Then we all went to bowling. Daniel paid for an hour for all us which was a really nice thing for him to do. Anyways the first game I came first with 149 points which is the best score I have ever got. I think I got something crazy like 2 strikes and 3 spares out of my 10 goes I had. The 2nd game I came 2nd and Alyssa came 1st I think I was very close to 1st though if I remember. Anyways after bowling we went to play pool however some other people were using the table so we had to leave it and we did not end up doing this. After this we went to JD sports and we looked at shoes we all had to behave ourselves and force ourselves not to buy any shoes. Then after this we went to this hat shop I wanted to go to. When their Daniel told me he would buy me two hats as he felt like he did not get me much for my birthday. After this I looked for some hats and found these two hats I did like however I did not end up getting them as we realised they were only doing cash at the moment however Daniel only had card on him. Anyways whilst in the shop Caitlin asked for an opinion on a hat for her and I said it made her head look weird without thinking how this would make her feel. After this comment I did not think much of it at the time and Caitlin was being really quiet and was barely talking to me so I kept on asking her what was up and she would not tell me at first. Then after a while she caved in and told me and I apologised. Then after this we went to waterstones and I ended up buying two books using my voucher I had. However it cost £7 over the voucher so Daniel paid the extra £7 which was really nice of him to do. Anyways when in here Caitlin was not talking to me and was not coming near me so I went up to her and spoke to her to see what was up. When in their I said that when I was in the hat shop after my comment she said some horrible comments and I said to her in waterstones how I understood that she was upset but digging at me back was not the most mature way of dealing with the issue. Anyways at the time Caitlin took this as me deflecting my mistake and me not wanting to be the only one in the wrong. However I was just trying to tell her what she did and was trying to tell her that I would rather she would tell me what she was upset with rather than making comments back at me. Anyways at this point we were both upset with each other still and after this we went to Primark for an about an hour and when in here we both just walked around following Alyssa and Caitlin whilst they went everywhere they wanted to go and...

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zelkam · 3 years ago

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look what I just got 🖤

#aneta talks #my face #tattoos #sweaty bc I just got back home #this was actually a gift from my besties bc they got me a voucher to do it!#so uhhh yea this is a kinda classic/popular choice but I've always wanted a Fibonacci tattoo #bc it's cool as fuck both aesthetically and as a concept #it matches my vibes #and it's a perfect bridge between art and science and those are two things that I love #+ it's my to-go composition guide when I'm drawing #[also not even denying here that yes I am pretentious as fuck ldfsgj #ohoho I'm an artisté..... a scientisté....]#also it's a small nod to my mom because she's a mathematician #so actually she ended up liking it as well even though she dislikes tattoos in general lmao #we also had to do some brainstorming with the tattoo artist bc it's a pretty tough spot for geometrical stuff #bc the skin moves a lot there and so on #and at first it was a bit lower but when I bent my elbow it was just /compressing/ to like 20% size #but it turned out so neat!!!

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eddiemunsonssoulmate · 5 years ago

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Tattoo your name across my heart

Pairing: JJ x Pogue!Reader

Word Count: 5645

Summary: Everyone gets a tattoo with the name of their soulmate on their body as soon as they turn 17. Except you.

Warnings: Underage drinking, violence, implied sexual interaction

Available on: AO3

A/N: I’ve always been a sucker for a soulmate AU so here you go!

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You were almost shaking in excitement. Tomorrow was your birthday and around 9.30am, the time you were born, the tattoo with the name of your soulmate would appear somewhere on your body.

When someone turned 17, it would appear somewhere. You were the youngest of your friends, so you were the only one without it. John B had been the first one to get his and lose it soon afterwards because as soon as you have sex your soulmate, it’s confirmed and the tattoo vanishes. He was quite happy with Sarah Cameron now.

You didn’t know Pope’s or JJ’s soulmate tattoo, the boys kept it pretty well hidden. Kie had shown you hers right after it had appeared, reading Pope on her hip. You couldn’t really imagine them together as a couple but all of the boys kind of seemed to have a thing for her, in one way or another.

Your thoughts were racing through your head, trying to think about who it might be and who you wanted it to be.

If you could make a wish, you’d say JJ. You’ve known him for quite some while now and even though he could be a dick sometimes, he somehow made you fall in love with him. He didn’t know, of course. You’d probably never tell him at least not without a soulmate confirmation. The friendship between the group was way too important, the “No Pogue on Pogue macking” rule wasn’t there for nothing. Probably another reason why Kie hadn’t made her move yet.

You twisted and turned in bed, not really falling asleep but you also weren’t trying really hard. If it was for you, you could probably just stay awake all night and wait. Your friends were supposed to arrive around 9am. They were adamant to celebrate that special occasion with you right when it happened.

Sadly, your parents couldn’t be here as they needed to work but the pogues were like your second family anyway. Your mom promised to prepare cake and breakfast for your little party.

At one point during the night the exhaustion of the day washed over you and you finally fell asleep.

The next morning you were literally jumping out of bed, noticing that it was already 8am. You needed to get ready before your friends came over. After a shower you picked out your clothes for the day and already heard voices downstairs. They had the habit to let themselves in without invitation which was fine by you but annoyed your parents from time to time.

“(y/n)!”, you heard John B yelling from downstairs and you were hurrying towards them.

“Easy there, don’t fall”, Pope said laughing when he saw you sprinting down the stairs, running right towards them.

They all pulled you into a group hug and they said their best wishes.

“Thanks, guys.” You grinned at all of them and JJ pulled out a gift from behind his back.

“It’s from all of you.” If you were honest, you didn’t expect a gift from them. They didn’t have much money to spend and you smiled, taking it with a nod before waving them over to the dining room where your mom had prepared the food.

“It’s all for us, so don’t be shy. Now let’s see what’s in here”, you said and put the small box down on the table.

It wasn’t heavy or anything, pretty light actually. You frowned a little when you unpacked it, only to find another box. You groaned and heard the others laugh behind you. That was so them.

After two more boxes you finally reached an envelope with a small piece of paper inside.

‘Voucher to pick your new pogue surfboard :)’

“A voucher for a new board?”, you asked as you turned around, holding the paper in your hand.

“Yep, thought you could use a new one but didn’t want to just get you one without your opinion. So, it’s just a voucher for now until we can go shopping together”, Kie said and the boys next to her nodded at you.

You grinned at them; you could really use a new one. “Thank you. You guys are the best”, you said and walked over to them, placing a kiss on each of their cheeks.

“JJ, you’re turning red”, John B whispered to his friend but you all heard it anyway.

“I’m not!”, he answered pouting and you looked closely at him. Maybe it was just your imagination because JB said something like that but it kind of looked like a hint of red on his cheeks. He was so adorable sometimes.

“Almost time!”, Kie said with quite some excitement. It was no secret that you’ve been the most excited about your soulmate reveal.

While most people dealt with it in secret, you were always curious what it would say, ready to share it with the world and take on the adventure to find your soulmate. You’ve always been a sucker for romance. Books, movies, tv shows, it didn’t matter. Soulmates were one of the things that fascinated you the most. People are finding true love because of a tattoo. Or maybe they didn’t because sometimes, it was one sided or not the kind of person they expected, so they refused the sign of destiny on their body.

Some people even removed it, not caring about it and just living their life. You understood that sentiment in a way, they didn’t want anyone or anything to tell them how to love and how to live.

“Close”, you said and stripped out of your clothing, simply wearing your bathing suit. As you saw the dumbfounded look of the guys you just shrugged. “What? It’s more exciting if you can actually see how it’s written on your body, as if an invisible hand would write it!”

“Actually, that sounds kind of creepy”, Pope said and shook his head with a small laugh.

You stuck your tongue out to him which caused him to laugh even more.

When the big clock in your dinner room started to ring your friends looked at you, eagerly awaiting while you were turning around, so they could check your back.You started to look up and down your body, expecting the tattoo to show up any second now.

You’ve been waiting for around five minutes when John B let out a huff. “I don’t see anything, what about you up front?”

You frowned and turned around to them, shaking your head. “Nothing.”

“Maybe it’s under your clothes?”, JJ asked and earned a hit on the shoulder from Kiara. “Hey! That was a viable question, I don’t want to see her naked or anything!”

“Let’s check that in the bathroom”, Kie said and took your hand, dragging out along as your thoughts were racing.Yes it could be that it appeared right under your clothes, maybe even a little smaller than you expected but that would be super weird. Most of the people had theirs on their wrist, arm or neck. It was really rarely under the feet, the butt or the inside of a finger.

You stripped bare in the bathroom, not really shy as you’ve been friends with Kie so long, you both knew how the other looked naked. Too much drunk skinny dipping to tease the boys.

“I...I can’t find anything”, Kie said and it made your heart throb.

“That’s not possible!” You started to turn around in front of the mirror again, trying to get a look at your backside. She must have missed it. “Maybe it’s just a really short name?”

“Like JJ?”, Kie teased and tried to cheer up the mood.

“Yeah maybe”, you sighed. Kie knew about your crush for the blonde and that you’ve been waiting to see his name appear. Now it seems like you had no name on your body at all.

You slowly got dressed again in your bathing suit and sat down at the edge of the bathtub, tears slowly forming in your eyes. Maybe it was just a little late. It would come in later, right? But what if it didn’t…

“Does that mean I don’t have a soulmate?”, you looked up at Kie as the first tear escaped your eye. She immediately sat down next to you and pulled you into a hug.

“I don’t know. I’ve never heard of that happening before.” She started to sniffle next to you, your situation hurting her too.

Someone was knocking at the door and you heard JB’s voice. “Everything okay in there?”

Kie looked at you and you shook your head. “I think I want to be alone”, you sniffled against her shoulder and she nodded.

“Text me later, okay?” You just nodded as she got up, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before moving out of the bathroom. You heard muffled and hushed voices outside of the door, only heard bits and pieces but you were pretty sure that Kie was explaining the whole situation.

What a fucking stupid birthday. Clearly the worst one you ever had. You were supposed to celebrate it with your friends, see who your soulmate was and have a small soulmate party. Maybe you even knew that person. Hell it could have been Rafe of all people but no name at all? That just hurt.

You didn’t know how much time passed before you left the bathroom and went to pick up your clothes from the living room, throwing them over your body carelessly. Back in your room you took your laptop and started to google frantically for other people who didn’t have a tattoo.

Thankfully, you weren’t the only one. There was an online community revolving about not having a tattoo, about not wanting one, ignoring it and so on. People who refused to follow their destiny, a premade fate. You caught yourself thinking the same thoughts, now that your chance was stolen for some reason.

When your parents came home later you almost fell into the arms of your mother crying, telling her you will never find a soulmate because there’s no one for you.

A few days had passed but you somehow felt like an outsider. Not within your group of friends but in your head. You should just brush it off and become one of those people that accepted their life without a tattoo and still made the most out of it and you were trying really hard but as someone who’s been waiting for this moment their whole life and it never appeared, it just hurt.

“So, what are you going to do about him?”, Kie asked as she sat down next to you on the pier in front of the Chateau. You knew exactly that she was talking about JJ. You had told her that if the tattoo revealed his name you’d make the first step, ignoring the pogue rule you’ve first established long ago when you were sure that none of you would ever fall in love because you’re more like a family, not lovers.

“I honestly don’t know. I’ve never seen his tattoo, I don’t know if he’s trying to find his soulmate or not and I honestly don’t want to ruin our friendship”, you whispered, kicking the water with your feet.

You looked back as you saw the boys piling up wood for a fire later and you sighed. There he was, sweating a little, his hair a mess and of course, shirtless. That sight has given you some nights where you couldn’t even sleep.

“I think you should tell him”, Kie said and smiled at you when you looked at her, giving you another encouraging nod. “I’ve seen the looks he’s giving you. Even if he’s not your soulmate, he clearly has a thing for you.”

“He has a thing for every female”, you laughed and tried to brush it off, anxiety settling in your bone just thinking about him not returning the feelings, things getting awkward between you two and maybe even the whole group.

“No, for real, (y/n). He really looked at you in a way that says there is more. Do you really want a tattoo to ruin your chance at love?” You chuckled when you heard Kie say those words, she sounded like one of the people from the community you’ve read about but you understood her point. “You can’t know if you don’t try.”

“Okay, okay. You’re right. I’ll tell him...tonight.” You nodded, more to yourself than to her. There was probably never a good time to tell one of your best friends you’re in love with them but it was today or never, you might chicken out any time.

“That’s my girl”, Kie exclaimed and clapped her hands together before getting up, grabbing your hand and pulling you back to the group.

It was slowly getting dark when you started the fire, JJ was handing out drinks and Pope made sticks with marshmallows on them. You had a great time at the fire, talked a lot but there was always the nagging voice in your head telling you to just move your ass. You’d do it, every minute now. Or maybe not.

Kiara has been throwing you looks the whole time and you sighed. You knew you should do it before JJ got too drunk to realize what you were trying to tell him but every time you were looking at him and saw him laugh your heart twisted with fear.

You took a deep breath and got up, walking over to him and holding out your hand. He looked up at you confused.

“Can you come with me? We need to talk.” Well that came out way more serious than you expected and you could punch yourself for it. Thankfully he took your hand anyway and you dragged him after you towards the pier, one of the places that could always calm you down.

“She's telling him?”, Pope asked after you were out of earshot and Kiara nodded.

“Yup”, she said and took another sip from her beer, her eyes fixated on you, trying to see what was going on in the darkness.

“I’ll kick his ass if he denies his feelings”, John B said and poked a stick in the fire a little more forcefully. He had always been quite protective of you.

After you arrived at the pier you stood there in silence for a moment, not letting go of JJ’s warm hand holding yours so carefully as if you’d break if he squeezed just a little tighter.“What’s wrong?”, he asked, his body clearly a little tense from the atmosphere you were creating with your silence.

“I...I’m…”, you couldn’t get the words out and swallowed hard, taking in a deep breath. “I’m in love with you. I have been for a while and I’m so sorry if I’m ruining our friendship now but I really wanted to wait until my tattoo appeared because I was sure you’d be my soulmate but then it didn’t show up and I didn’t want to tell you anymore and-”

You stopped when he let go of your hand and you could feel your heart break into a million pieces. You fucked up. JJ moved the bracelets and small ribbons on his wrists apart and relieved the black writing inked in there.

“It’s okay, (y/n) because I think you’re mine”, he said smiling at you and you read the name that was standing there over and over again. It was your name for sure but the thing with names was, they weren’t unique to people. There was only one way to find out and you were not ready for that.

He apparently saw in your eyes that you were about to question it and took your hand back in his, slowly rubbing over the back of your hand with his thumb. “I don’t care that you don’t have one because...I love you too. Have been for a while. I wanted to tell you after seeing your tattoo, so I don’t potentially ruin a future with someone you truly belong to.”

Tears were forming in your eyes and you rubbed your free hand over them, trying to wipe them away before falling. Maybe it was a good thing now that you didn’t have one because you could just give into your feelings now.

Which was exactly what you did, taking a step closer to him and pressing a kiss to his lips. It was shy and soft until he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close against his lean body, deepening the kiss.

You heard some cheering from the direction of the Chateau and laughed into the kiss, of course they were watching like hawks. They might not have seen a lot of things in the dark with only the moonlight shining down on the two of you but a kiss was pretty obvious.

Hand in hand you walked back to them, just waiting for the commentary the other three had to make.

A “took you long enough” from Pope, a “Finally” from Kie and a “JJ don’t hurt her or I’ll fucking kill you” from John B later, you all were settling down again, back to things pogues did when it was just them and the stars above them.

JJ was a great boyfriend, something you’d never expect from a guy as impulsive as him. You mostly spent time either at the Chateau, annoying the hell out of him or at your house, your parents thankfully really accepting of this relationship. They just wanted you to be happy and you were grateful to have such great parents.

His house was out of question given his father which made you quite sad because JJ deserved better than that.

Weeks passed by and you barely thought about the tattoo thing anymore. It simply didn’t matter to you because whenever you were with JJ, he showed you how much he loved you and how much you meant to him and your feelings for him were just the same.

That was at least until one of your older friends in the early twenties actually married her soulmate, having tattooed the name once again on the place where it had first shown up, so they never forget how they got together in the first place, a love that was destined to be forever. It was a thing people died quite frequently, the tattoo artists always happy to do it, sometimes even right at the wedding.

It was a beautiful day and you were wondering if your own wedding would be just as beautiful.

“Do you think we’ll get married?”, you asked JJ who had come home with you after the wedding you two were attending. He hadn’t really been keen on doing this but he was his date and wanted to show the world you are his.

“If that’s what you want”, he answered and kissed the top of your head while you snuggled closer to him.

“No, seriously. Normally people only marry their soulmates because if they don’t, they’ll get a divorce if they find theirs later on”, you said and looked up at him, noticing how he frowned.

“I get your point but I’m very convinced you’re mine. I’ve never felt like this before”, he said and turned you around in his lap, so that you were facing him, cupping your face in his hands and placing a soft kiss of your lips.

Then a sparkle appeared in his eyes and he pulled away to get up from the bed. He seemed to look around on your desk until he took something and came back to you, sitting down at the edge of the bed.

“Give me your hand”, he demanded and you held your hand out. He took it in his and pulled it a little closer, turning it a little so your palm and wrist were facing upwards.

It was only then that you noticed he was holding a sharpie in the other hand, taking the cap off with his mouth and writing his name on your wrist. Well, it was just JJ and not his full name but it didn’t matter. The sentiment made you smile from ear to ear and he grinned at you, proud of himself.

“You’re the best”, you said and kissed him, throwing him down onto your bed in the same progress. It might not have been a real tattoo but it was something to hold onto. You didn’t need a real one to know that you loved this man under you. His eyes and his smile were enough to make you fall in love with him over and over again.

“So, another party tonight?”, he asked and you nodded.

“Hell yeah!”

The boneyard was full again and everyone had a great time. The last party here had been a while so you enjoyed being back here. You all had a few drinks in, John B had sneaked off to spend time with Sarah out of the sight of Rafe and his friends who were also somewhere in the crowd.

You and JJ had also taken off a little, sitting further down the beach at the water where you could still hear the music but also talk. It might have been an outdoor party but two many people on one spot always changed the air.

“I’ll get us a new drink, okay?”, he asked and you nodded, handing him your empty bottle. After placing a kiss to the top of your head he walked over into the crowd.

You pulled your legs up to your chest and placed your chin on the knees, just watching the waves as you waited for your boyfriend to return. It didn’t take long to hear steps in the sand approaching you and you looked up smiling.

That smile fell when you saw who it was.

“Hey there, Pogue”, Rafe said and you winced in disgust. He was the last person you wanted to see.

“What do you want?”, you hissed at him, jumping up to at least be almost the same height as he was.

“Heard it was your birthday a while ago. Who’s your soulmate?” He asked, taking a drink from his red cup.

You raised an eyebrow at him and crossed the arms over your chest. “Like that’s any of your business.”

“It is”, he hissed and pulled down his shirt a little, revealing your name on his collarbone. Oh shit.

“You know, that could be any other person with that name?” He was drunk, probably high as usual and apparently determined you were his soulmate. You saw it in his eyes and body language, he was not fucking around.

“We could find out”, he slurred and came dangerously close to you only to be pulled away by the shoulders a second later, hitting the ground.

“Leave her alone, you fucking Kook”, JJ spat at him and Rafe got up faster than expected in his state.

“Shut up”, he simply said and started to push JJ which caused him to throw the first punch. You took a step back and watched the situation in terror for a moment, not sure what to do.

They were already rolling in the sand and hitting each other when you started to scream for Pope, Kiara, John B, anyone really. It was no surprise that they weren’t the only ones to hear your screams, Topper and Kelce also running over to what was going on. They probably knew that Rafe was here.

When Rafe was ahead once more and just kept punching JJ’s face you tried to pull him off him, getting thrown off in the process too.

“Don’t”, JJ just breathed between punches, more worried about you than himself.

Finally John B came and pulled Rafe off JJ, Pope reaching for his shoulders and pulling him away.

“We’re done here, come on”, Topper said to Rafe who was about to throw a punch at JB. It wasn’t often that Topper would say something like this but Sarah was close, therefore he was trying to show his best side.

“Hey, you okay?”, you asked JJ as you hurried over to him, his face and handy bloody.

“100% fine”, he coughed briefly and tried to smile at you. “He looks worse.”

You laughed and slapped his chest carefully.

“Let’s get him back to the Chateau, party’s over anyway”, John B huffed and helped JJ up.

All five of you walked back to the van and drove to the Chateau where they helped JJ inside. He seemed in a lot of pain even though he was trying not to show it.

They brought him to the bathroom where he was sitting down on the toilet.

“Take your shirt off”, you said and he snorted.

“You’re in such a hurry suddenly”, he joked but you only gave him a stern look. He was probably bruised in other places than his face and you wanted to see how bad it was. “Alright alright. As my lady demands.”

He took off his dirty shirt and you looked over his body, it didn’t seem too bad for now but you were sure some more bruises would come in during the night.

“You’ve got this?”, Kie asked from the doorframe and you nodded before she walked back to the living room where the others were. You could hear the voice of an angry JB and Pope trying to calm him down.

To muffle the sounds some more, you closed the door. “Now hold still”, you told him and reached into the cabinet above the sink, pulling out antiseptic and some clean cloth. The guys got into a bunch of fights with the other Kooks, you had the necessary stuff stored in here in case something like this happened.

You put the antiseptic on the cloth and tried to clean JJ’s wounds. He bit his bottom lip when he felt the sting but didn’t say anything. He was used to it by now even though it was worse this time.

This could take a while, he had a bunch of small cuts over his face. Luckily the bleeding wasn’t all too bad. You turned towards the sink and cleaned the cloth before applying some more antiseptic.

You did this a few more times before you were all done, ruffling his hair. “All done, big boy”, you said and kissed his forehead.

“Thanks, love”, he said and was about to get up when you saw the frown on your face. “Hm? What’s wrong?”

“Ah it’s nothing. It’s just weird, even though I’ve been washing the cloth a lot and got water all over my hands, the sharpie tattoo didn’t smudge”, you said and looked at your wrist.

“Guess you have really good sharpies at home”, he laughed and pulled you into a hug but you couldn’t stop looking at it. Something felt...different. You wriggled yourself out of the embrace only to let more water run over your wrist.

“I’m sure it’s nothing. It’s probably waterproofed”, he said and walked to stand behind you, massaging your shoulders while looking at the mirror to see his bruised face.

“No, JJ. Look. It’s not smudging!”, you said louder than intended, causing him to look down at your wrist and how you were rubbing your thumb over it so much that your skin had already turned red.

Now he started to wonder too and reached over to where you had placed the cloth and the antiseptic.

“That should normally erase it, right?”, he asked and applied some antiseptic on the cloth, taking your wrist in his hand and applying it carefully. His movements were slow to avoid irritating your skin even more.

After what felt like ages he was removing the cloth from your skin again it was clear as day that there was no smudging involved at all. It just read JJ, even in his handwriting, as if the sharpie had somehow burned into your skin.

“Do you think…?” You didn’t dare to finish that sentence and just turned around to JJ, looking into his eyes.

“I don’t know, I never heard of something like this.”

A knocking at the door got the two of you to look over there. “Are you making out in there or what’s going on? Can’t take that long to clear some bruises!”

You walked over and opened the door, looking in John B’s face who was probably worried about you doing the dirty in here.

When he saw your face he frowned, knowing that something wasn’t right. “What’s wrong?”, he asked and you grabbed JJ’s as well as JB’s hand and pulled them both to the living room where Kie and Pope were chatting.

“I think I’ve got a tattoo.”

The three of them were looking at you and said “What?!” in canon while JJ just stood behind you, not really sure what to make of the whole situation.

“Look”, you said and held your wrist out, showing them the tattoo. “JJ drew his name with sharpie on there earlier because I was so sad about not having one but now it won’t even smudge. It should smudge! We rubbed it with water and antiseptic and nothing!”

All the eyes were on you in wonder until Kie jumped up and hugged you tight. “I’m not sure how that’s even possible but if it’s real, you found your soulmate even without the hint from destiny”, she told you, grinning from ear to ear after taking a step back.

“So, you’re like that one dog in 102 dalmatians whose spots came in later?”, Pope asked and caused everything to laugh.

“I guess I am”, you said between laughs and sniffled a little.

For the next three days you kept trying to clean the sharpie tattoo with everything you could find that should erase it but nothing. It seemed to be real but you had no idea how that was possible. You didn’t tell anyone besides your friends, didn’t want to weird anyone out with the fact that this was possible

In the online community you couldn’t find a single entry about that topic and were about to open one late at night when you heard a knock on your window.

You turned around to see JJ sitting there and you moved to open it.

“We have a front door, you know”, you said laughing and helped him inside.

“It’s way more romantic this way.” He shrugged and pressed a kiss on your lips.

“Until you get hurt”, you mumbled against his lips which made him smile against yours.

“Not gonna happen.” JJ walked over to your bed and lay down, taking a deep breath. You just watched him for a moment, smiling to yourself. He made you so happy and if the tattoo was real…

“Sleep with me”, you suddenly blurted out and he just looked over you with a raised eyebrow.

“Again? I’ve already spent last night here. You’re quite greedy”, he said and chuckled but you shook your head.

“No, I mean, have sex with me.” Those words made him shoot up and sit straight in your bed, a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Excuse me?” He gave you a dumbfounded look that made you laugh, so you moved over to him to straddle his lap.

“I want to find out if it’s real”, you whispered, your face turning redder the more you thought about it. You hadn’t done the deed before as JJ was too afraid to find out if you were really, truly his soulmate and you were still a virgin anyway.

“Are you sure?”, he breathed and you nodded, swallowing hard.

You moved your hand to the hem of his shirt and started fumbling with it before pulling it off.

Not knowing if it was real or not was driving you insane. Anyone who didn’t know about the sharpie thing would say it’s real, but you knew it couldn’t. You didn’t have one before, you made one yourself with a sharpie, it was even still JJ’s handwriting, it didn’t change the location. Nothing made sense.

Your thoughts were soon removed by lust and love when JJ took your virginity in the most gentle way that was possible. He was careful and loving like you’re a delicate thing that could break under the force of his body.

The next morning you woke up in his arms, still as naked as you were born. It took a moment to remember what had happened the night before and your face turned red when you remembered.

JJ lay next to you, snoring slightly and you smiled at him as you watched for a moment. Wait, the tattoo!

You threw your blankets away causing him to stir with a groan.

It wasn’t there anymore. You looked at your wrist, then the other one, just in case, then back again. Nothing. No sharpie, no tattoo.

“It’s gone! JJ, it’s gone!” you said and he rubbed his tired eyes, bed hair and all.

“What is gone?”, he asked with a yawn and you held him your wrist right under his nose. “The tattoo!”

That word made him sit up and he looked at you, then moved the bracelets and ribbons from his wrist. “Mine’s gone too.”

“You’re my soulmate!”, you exclaimed and threw yourself around his neck. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug.

“I knew it”, he said with a bright smile and his eyes were filled with happiness. You couldn’t believe it. You also had no explanation, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered that the boy in front of you was your true love, the one you were destined to be with.

“You, (y/n) (y/l/n), are a really special girl.”

#jj x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank #jj imagine #obx imagine #john b x sarah #kiara x pope #kiara carrera #pope heyward #outer banks #obx netflix #john b routledge

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shon-ha-lock · 5 years ago

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Sweater Weather (harry/niall)

It’s that time of year! I had a blast participating in this year’s 1D Secret Santa. @silveredsound i hope you like my gift!

It was a super cheap flight, in Niall's defense. A real deal. So what if the connection was in a tiny regional airport? In Wisconsin. Three days before Christmas. In the middle of a week of record low temperatures and snowstorms.

Okay. In retrospect, maybe he should have expected something to go wrong.

Niall's plane is the last to touch down in Chippewa Valley before it starts rerouting its incoming flights to airports not currently being blasted by the polar vortex. This is also, of course, when it grounds its outgoing flights “indefinitely”, leaving him and around one hundred other travelers stranded.

The whole airport has just two gates, with one shared, cramped waiting area. A line has snaked itself around that entire space, leading up to the customer service desk, where everyone is waiting for a chance to yell at a single beleaguered United Airlines employee about their flights being cancelled.

Niall contemplates joining the line, but he’s more the type to wait until he can vent his anger by giving the lowest scores possible on a ‘how did we do?’ survey. And besides, just standing near the desk for a few minutes gives him all the information he needs to know, on repeat.

“We sincerely apologize for the inconvenience this is causing our loyal customers,” is the current opener every time someone storms up to the little old lady working the desk. Her reedy voice is placating and increasingly nervous as she assures everyone that United is “currently working with Chippewa to arrange accommodations for anyone whose flight has been delayed by the storm.”

This is comforting until Niall realizes that this means they don’t currently have hotel rooms set up for travelers with missed connections the way larger airports do. No shuttles, no vouchers, not a goddamn thing.

They’re only twenty minutes outside of the little city of Eau Claire, Wisconsin, which probably has at least a few hotels with vacancies, but the odds of finding an Uber driver to brave the storm and get him there are slim to none.

Niall’s not really the type to just stand around in a crisis and twiddle his thumbs, but if he’s being honest with himself, he hasn’t a goddamn clue what to do right now. He flies relatively frequently but he’s never actually had to deal with a flight being cancelled because of the weather, and he’s struck by a childish urge to call home and ask his mother for advice about what to do.

At the moment, it’s looking like he might actually need to call her anyway, because she’s expecting to pick him up from Albany International in five hours, and that’s definitely not happening now. God, he hopes he’ll make it back to New York at some point within the next three days. He’s never spent a Christmas away from home in his twenty six years of life, and he doesn’t want to start now.

He’s well on his way to an anxiety spiral when he notices that there’s one other passenger besides him not angrily crowding around the service desk. He looks to be around Niall’s age, and he’s pawing through a backpack with a resigned expression on his face. After a minute, Niall figures that he must be searching for warmer clothes to put on; the man’s short sleeved shirt is well-equipped to show off all the strange tattoos on his arms, but isn’t exactly appropriate for December in Wisconsin.

Niall, by contrast, is dressed and packed for two weeks of winter in upstate New York. He looks down at his own backpack, aware that it’s stuffed with four different Aran sweaters, and makes a decision. It’s the season for doing good deeds, after all. Making a stranger a little less miserable surely counts.

“Hey there,” Niall says as he walks over to the man, who’s given up looking through his luggage and is now sitting forlornly on one of the waiting area’s cheap plastic benches. He looks up, and Niall’s breath -- well, it honest to God catches in his throat. This guy must be some kind of model, because he’s got just about the most gorgeous face Niall’s ever seen. Green eyes, red lips, the works.

“Hi?” the guy ventures after a few seconds of Niall staring down at him like a lunatic.

Niall can feel himself go red as he hurriedly unzips his backpack, feeling around until he grabs a fistful of wool.

“Here,” he says, pulling out a sweater at random and basically throwing it at the guy’s head.

“You looked cold, so.” He shrugs. He watches this ridiculously good-looking stranger hold out the sweater to examine it, smiling widely for a second before his expression shifts to concern.

“Oh, this is hand-knit, isn’t it? I couldn’t possibly take this,” he says, trying to hand it back to Niall, who takes a step backwards and shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Really, I insist,” he says. “Seriously, you’d be doing me a favor. My grandma still thinks we live in Ireland and makes one for me every year; I’m drowning in the things.” This seems to make the guy only more determined to hand it back to him, but Niall perseveres.

“I’d feel guilty just getting rid of them, but if I tell her I passed one on to a chilly traveler I’ll be grandson of the year, so.”

Niall narrowly avoids pumping a fist in the air in victory when this makes the guy giggle, bite his lip, and finally, reluctantly pull the sweater on over his t-shirt. It’s a sea green that matches his eyes perfectly, which is great, because what Niall really needed was to be even more distracted by a random person’s good looks.

“I can’t thank you enough,” he says once it’s on, his chin-length hair now attractively rumpled. “I was worried I was going to freeze solid the second I went outside.”

He holds out a hand; Niall takes it. Soft palms, manicured and painted fingernails -- this guy might really be a fashion model.

“I’m Harry,” he says. He smiles wide enough when he says it that his cheeks dimple. Niall’s heart is in some serious trouble now.

“I’m Niall,” he replies, letting go of Harry’s hand a second later than is probably appropriate.

He’s not sure how, but he wants to keep the conversation going somehow, just so he has an excuse to look at Harry’s face for a little longer. Before he can come up with something, an ancient intercom crackles to life and makes them both look around.

“Attention, travelers. In two hours, the storm is expected to dissipate enough to start offering shuttles into Eau Claire. Chippewa will be providing vouchers for the following lodgings.”

The announcer rattles off a list of local hotels before repeating the entire message over again. This announcement seems to renew the stranded travelers’ agitation, and they start swarming the service desks with complaints about the wait. Harry and Niall both stay where they are, clearly on the same page about not bullying the elderly. Harry doesn’t seem any happier than the people yelling, though.

“I didn’t manage to sleep on the plane because I was so nervous about the weather and the turbulence,” he confesses to Niall. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to pass out before that shuttle actually gets here.”

“Where are you coming from?” Niall asks. They’re making small talk! Success!

“Well, I started out in Italy thirteen hours ago,” Harry says ruefully. “Then I had a connecting flight in Boston, and from there, I should have gone all the way out to LA, which is where I’m spending Christmas. But I had to book last minute, and the only flights left had an extra connection. So I took a chance on this one, and of course now I’m stuck here.” He pouts as he says it, and it should make him look immature but instead he just looks like he’s posing artfully for Covergirl or something.

“So we’re heading in opposite directions,” Niall says. “I’m coming from LA, and I’m on my way to New York.”

Harry’s eyes light up at this.

“Oh my god, do you live in NYC? I love spending time there, it’s one of my favorite cities in the world.”

Niall sighs and shakes his head in mock-disappointment.

“Everyone loves NYC so much but they always forget about the actual capital of New York.”

When Harry just stares at him blankly, Niall relents and laughs out, “I’m from Albany. My whole family immigrated there from Ireland when I was six months old."

Niall feels a bit awkward at first, talking about his life with someone he just met, but he quickly learns that Harry is the type of old soul who loves to make conversation with strangers. And by the time the shuttles start actually arriving he can't say that the two of them are strangers anymore.

He learns that Harry's lived in LA his whole life, and so traveling anywhere that's cold knocks him off his feet. Niall's only lived in California since he started attending UCLA (at first as an undergrad and now for post-graduate work) but it turns out he and Harry have several mutual acquaintances, which delights Harry to no end, and he seems more interested in Niall's classes last semester than Niall was, asking questions about what he learned and whether the professors were cool or boring.

He's in the middle of a rant about early morning lectures when the intercom starts announcing that they'll be able to start shuttling people into the city soon. Which of course means that the two of them are going to have to go their separate ways.

Harry starts fussing with his luggage again, seeming almost shy now, and thanks Niall again for the sweater.

Niall scrambles for something else to say to forestall a goodbye.

“How did you know it was hand-knit?” is the only question he comes up with, but it's effective.

"Oh!" Harry exclaims, going all smiley again.

"The pattern was really detailed, and I could see how tight the stitches were. Didn't seem likely that a machine made it," he says.

"Wow, you've got a real eye. Do you work in fashion or something?" Niall asks, wondering if his initial impression was right after all.

"Or something," Harry says, seeming embarrassed for some reason. "I um, do modelling work sometimes. Shoots for Gucci, mainly, but other brands too. It's why I was in Italy, actually."

Holy shit. There’s an actual Gucci model wearing one of his grandma’s sweaters right now. What a thought. His mom is going to flip when he finally gets to New York and tells her all about this.

"That's really cool," Niall tells him, scrambling to think of a segue into asking for his number that doesn't come off like he's just trying to hook up with a model.

As luck would have it, Harry provides one for him - by asking for his grandmother’s phone number.

“Or even just her mailing address,” Harry rushes on when Niall bursts out laughing.

“I’d like to personally thank her for making such a pretty sweater that’s doing such a good job of keeping me warm.”

“Well, I’m going to be seeing her for Christmas in a few days, if the weather calms down. You could call me and I could just hand my phone over to her.”

It’s not particularly subtle, but luckily Harry doesn’t call him out on it. In fact, his face goes a bit sly, and he looks Niall up and down for a moment.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Harry says, and then whips out an honest-to-god gel pen from nowhere to physically write his phone number on Niall’s hand.

“Text me when you get a chance, and we’ll have each other’s numbers that way,” he says cheerily.

A few minutes later, they go their separate ways - Niall with Harry’s phone number written in bright green ink on the back of his hand, and Harry with a signature Grandma Horan sweater to keep him warm.

As he passes the service area, Niall cheerfully plucks a survey card from the desk. Seems like he’s going to give United a glowing review after all.

#hs #narry #my fic #1dficsecretsanta #harry styles #niall horan #fic

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dropsiaczek-the-smartest-avenger · 6 years ago

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Christmas in the Avengers Tower

Word count: 1798

Warnings: none

(source: antyradio.pl)

It was Christmas and I woke up early on that day. I knew there were still many preparations for the evening’s Christmas Dinner, that’s why I pulled myself together quickly and headed to the kitchen to do what was needed to be done. Wanda and Vision were already there doing some things and Bruce was sitting at the table drinking coffee.

“Morning,” I greeted them.

“Oh, hey (y/n),” Bruce replied. “We made bets who will show up next. Vision won.”

“What a surprise,” I said ironically. “He’s a super high-tech computer so he probably developed an algorithm based on who wakes up and when.”

“Hey! Don’t talk about me like I wasn’t there! Instead of babbling you could better get to work, there is a lot to do.”

I nodded and got on with polishing the tableware. The morning went on painfully slowly and the omnipresent smell of Christmas dishes made the wait for the feast even more difficult.

“The most annoying thing about Christmas Dinner is that everybody wants to eat but nobody wants to prepare it. And you Bruce, since you’re here, you could at least pretend you’re doing something useful,” Wanda broke the silence.

“You guys are doing great, I’d only disturb.”

“Right,” I murmured and approached Bruce with a handful of plates. “Lay them out on the table and when you’re done come back for plates for soup and cutlery. Oh, and try not to break anything.”

Bruce murmured something under his breath and exited the kitchen. When I was done polishing, I went on to preparing sweet potatoes for the mash. We were working in silence until Peter Parker entered the kitchen.

“Well hello there! Why so silent? Let’s turn on some music to add ourselves the spirit!” He exclaimed happily.

I looked at him amused. “Hi spider-boy! I assume you came here to help?”

“Yes, of course! I’ll turn on the radio.”

“I have no idea what we would do without you,” Vision growled slightly annoyed.

Peter turned on the music and came up to me asking if there was anything for him to do. I ordered him to peel and drill apples for the pie and later prepare the mulled wine. So, the work went on, but this time with Christmas tunes coming out of the speakers. When the Italian song Acapulcoby Ricchi&Poveri started to play, Wanda stopped in her tracks.

“Why would they play a summer hit at this time of year?” she asked.

“Actually, the song is not a summer hit. It says that in Italy, when Christmas come, people go to Acapulco to use some sun,” I explained.

“Oh.”

We finished the work around noon, and everyone headed to their rooms to get ready for the evening. The first thing I did was checking if all presents are ready and prepared as they should be – packed and signed. For Thor I got a plaid flannel shirt and hammer-patterned boxers, for Bruce the Jurassic Park trilogy on Blu-ray and a Rubik’s Cube, for Bucky sleeves with fake tattoos and an iPod, for Peter a backpack and a Death Star Lego set, for Nat super-stylish velvet Ray-Ban sunglasses, for Tony a Gameboy and games, for Captain an electric shaver and Metallica’s Black Album, for Sam new running shoes, for Vision a sonic toothbrush, for Wanda a pillow with Vision’s face and a digital photo frame with some pictures of her and Vision I’ve secretly taken, for Clint a GPS locator, for T’Challa new Hawaiian-patterned swimming trunks and for Rhodey a voucher to spa. I even got a gift for the newest Avengers Tower resident, who was Loki, Thor’s brother. I got him an ugly Christmas sweater and the whole series of The Saxon Stories by Bernard Cornwell. Loki was still and outcast among Avengers, they all still remembered how he tried to take over the world. But even so I didn’t want him to be alienated on a day like this.

After checking the presents I moved on to making myself beautiful for the Dinner. I took a shower, washed my hair and applied some stunning make-up. For the occasion I chose a black skirt, an ugly Christmas sweater, similar to the one I bought for Loki and a Santa Claus hat. When I was all set, I took the gifts and headed to the dining room. Almost everyone was already there except for Thor and his brother. I put all presents under the tree and took a place at the table. Soon came Thor and announced that his brother won’t be joining us for the Christmas Dinner. A sigh of relief could be heard, and the atmosphere relaxed a little. I was wondering if I’m the only one who’s not happy about this. Okay, I knew Loki was evil and tricky, but it’s Christmas! Supposedly even animals speak in a human voice on this one special evening.

“Since everyone is finally here, I’d like to wish you all a Merry Christmas and let’s get down to eating!” Tony announced.

“Merry Christmas!” Everyone replied and the sound of chattering cutlery filled the room. There were so many dishes, all so delicious, and I wanted to try them all, but at some point my stomach was so full that I had to take a break.

“Hey, Clint, would you mind pouring me some mulled wine?”

“Sure thing, (y/n),” Clint replied, smiling as he handed me the mug full hot liquid. “Are you done earing?”

“Yes, for now. I’m sooo full,” I said, patting my belly. “I look as if I was pregnant.”

My words made Clint laugh. “I’ve had enough too, shall we get down to presents?”

“No, that would be rude!” I reproached. “We have to wait until everyone finishes eating.”

I liked Clint, he was one of my favourites at the Avengers Tower. Behind a seemingly inaccessible façade he was an incredibly nice and warm guy, a big child really. My second favourite was Peter Parker a.k.a. Spider-boy and he was the one to speak up next. “Can we already move to the presents?” He asked loudly.

“I’m still eating, would you, please, let me finish?” Thor protested.

“You’re always eating, Thor,” Natasha teased. “I’m also voting for the presents.”

Everybody nodded and got up from their places, leaving almighty Thor, the God of Thunder, alone at the table. Unpacking presents gave everyone a lot of joy. Some of them were funny and some really useful. Among many voices I heard Vision saying quietly why would someone get him a toothbrush. I got many books, a set of beanie and gloves a, a t-shirt saying I <3 NYand earrings. After some time the only present under the tree was the one I prepared for Loki.

“Who on Earth would buy a present for this freak?” Sam asked turning the package around in his hands.

“Me.”

“You’re too good, (y/n).”

“Perhaps,” I agreed.

From that moment the atmosphere tensed a little, but everyone went on to their own business. Natasha and Bruce were kissing in the corner, Tony, Clint, Sam and Rhodey got engaged in a drinking contest, Vision and Wanda left, T’Challa and Cap were playing table football and Peter and Bucky started to put the Death Star together. I moved away from the group and sat in front of the glass wall, looking at the city and drinking tea. It was dark and Christmas lights were perfectly visible. The view calmed me down. The glass wall showed the reflection of Thor approaching me.

“Thank you,” He said sitting beside me.

“For what?” I asked.

“That you don’t see my brother as a monster,” The man explained. “He did many things wrong but he’s trying to be good. I wish everyone could see it.”

“Maybe he’s just lost?” I suggested. “You were brothers and best friends when you were young and then he found out he’s not your real brother, that your father took him away from his home planet. Maybe he’s lost his identity and feels he doesn’t belong anywhere? Maybe he did all these dreadful things because he was trying to find his place in the universe?”

“You know, (y/n), you might be right. But everyone’s aversion won’t help him.”

“So talk to him. He needs to understand that fixing his relations with everyone here will take some time, but if he sticks to his decision it will eventually pay off.”

“Thank you,” Thor said and got up to leave. “And thank you for the boxers, they’re wonderful.”

“It wasn’t me, it was the Santa Claus.”

It got really late and I was the only one left in the dining room. I didn’t even realize when everyone left, I was so drowned in my thoughts. I decided to go to sleep too, but first…I took a glance at the lonely package under the Christmas tree. I knew I had to be the one to make the first move, and to get to my room I had to go past Loki’s anyway, so I decided to give him the gift in person. I took the package and headed in the right direction, vigorously at first but as I was getting close I slowed down my pace, losing my initial confidence. What if, in fact, Loki was so evil? I shook of all negative thoughts. He came to the Avengers Tower on his own accord, he must’ve had good intentions.

When I stood at his door I had to fight another battle with myself. And what if he’s asleep and I’ll wake him up and make him angry?And then: No, I have to try!I knocked on the door slightly and held my breath for a few seconds. There was no response. And just when I was about to leave the door opened slightly.

“What do you want?” I heard Loki’s smooth voice.

I turned around to face the door again. “You didn’t join us for the Christmas Dinner and Santa Claus left something for you too,” I said walking back to the door. Loki opened the door some more and I saw he was dressed in black sweatpants only.

“Some kind-hearted creature cared to get me a present. This can’t be. Where’s the trick?” Loki asked suspiciously.

“There is none, I swear,” I promised in a voice just above a whisper.

“Why do you even care?”

“Because I believe you’re not evil, just lost. I bought you a series of books by my favourite author, let me know if you like them.” With these words I turned to leave but stopped after few steps and turned around. “Oh, and Loki, Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, (y/n).” Loki whispered and quickly closed the door behind him not to let me see tears forming in his eyes.

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noralehrmann · 6 years ago

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inamanicpixiedream · 6 years ago

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i've been on school holidays for a few days now but i am finding it so hard to unwind. i've somehow managed to fill my days up this week so i'm still really busy when all i want to do is rest and do nothing, though when i do that i feel like trash.

my last day of work felt so strange because half of my closest workmates were away at the school's volleyball comp and most of the other people i've been close to over the years have left so it was all a bit anti climactic. the head of performing arts was the one in charge of farewelling me and it was pretty lacklustre tbh, plus that morning there'd been this big blow up in the office so nothing felt particularly festive. i did have some nice chats with a few people i didn't expect to when they came to say goodbye to me, and the school also took on my suggestion for my farewell gift which was a tattoo voucher. i'm still salty that they asked what i wanted in the first place, because to me that kind of defeats the purpose, but the fact that they're gonna pay for my next tattoo makes me happy.

and then it was over.

the year 12 results came out on tuesday and i was absolutely holding my breath until that day and having major anxiety dreams about it. i just hate how subjective it all is and how everything could change and there'd be nothing i could do about it, and the drama results in particular are so open to interpretation. and last year my grades got moderated down so much that my confidence was shot. i was feeling so stressed because the thought of my mistake being the reason the kids don't get the marks they want makes me feel sick. at 7:30 that morning one of my students texted me to say she'd got an A for her performance and an A for everything else, which meant the grades hadn't been shifted and i was SO relieved. then more of them started texting me and nothing had been changed and their performance grades were good and it was so much nicer to hear it from them than from the official report. and i'm so glad it was all fine because it means my final note was a good one.

but now i'm in this weird transition before i start at my new school (which i am so excited about) where i fill like i'm at a bit of a loose end. i want to feel my time with productive things but i've been really really down the past few days. i wanted to have some writing days but then i got a complaint about one of my theatre reviews on the website i write for, and as much as i don't want it to because i know it doesn't matter, it's really kind of fucked me up and i don't feel like writing at all, which makes me furious because the woman who complained didn't really have any valid points and her opinion means nothing to me. but still, there you go.

i also had to go to the hospital this week and have a sleep study done to find out if i have any sleep disorders, and it baffles me that anyone is expected to sleep normally in a cold, sterile room covered in sensors and wires and with tubes up your nose and over your mouth. it was such a bad sleep (and i sleep badly anyway, hence my being there) and i woke up feeling like garbage, and that's the morning i got this horrible email about my review. bad day. i'm not even going to get the results for another month, and my biggest fear is that they'll reveal nothing and i'm just being a hypochondriac.

i really don't want to do anything christmas related this year which is making me feel like a cranky bitch, but i just couldn't be less in the mood for a celebration. i just want to hide away and watch movies and not speak to anyone for days at a time.

also i saw bohemian rhapsody on monday while my car was being serviced and i hated it so much that it made me unbearably furious.

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"I did." Magnus nodded, and as Us tried the perfume, the warlock felt glad that he eventually decided against sandalwood. Yes, it was his favourite scent, but it wasn't a scent for Us - in the end, he went with a slightly tropical and fruity, yet smooth scent with a vanilla base. "What you're holding now is probably the fiftieth version, I had such a hard time deciding what scent could match you. The one I went for in the end is soft and delicate, yet has that exciting undertone, and if that's not exactly how you are, then I don't know what is." He explained, then fished his wallet out of his pocket, taking out a similar yet smaller voucher to the same salon. While Us' had no restrictions or services written on it -the salon had Magnus' card details and would just deduct the final amount from it-, Magnus' one said exactly what it was for. "I went nearly a thousand years with bare skin, apart from scars and occasional love marks. Now... I'd like you to design a tattoo for me." He requested, knowing if he ever wants to wear any kind of art permanently on his body, said art has to be Us'. The contract Us was currently reading stated that he would get to hold an exhibition at an art gallery in central Bangkok, two months from the current date. The letter, hand-written by the gallery's owner, praised what she had seen of Us' work and expressed an excitement over the opportunity to work together.

"Hold on hold on..." us went to sit down, clearly seeming shocked by all these amazing gifts and he looked at magnus before he whispered "first of all... you're crazy... i love you but you're crazy... how... what?" He looked at the voucher and also the contract, feeling himself getting more emotional but soon he looked up at magnus "how? This all... is... just how?" He looked at his boyfriend in clear shock but soon he whispered weakly "this must be a dream... right? This all... it can't be... one is way more than i ever expected but all of them... holy..." he soon looked at magnus and whispered "how did you manage to convince someone to let me have an exhibition? And... tattoo... what if i mess up?"

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twistednuns · 2 years ago

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May 2022

Language and guesswork: Learning that august can be an adjective meaning sublime, elevated or exalted. Also, it's an anagram of the German word saugut. / Little syllable riddles. You have to come up with the solution in form of a geographical term. / Two crossword books as birthday presents. / Pub quiz with Raphael, Margit and Doris. Making anagrams for each other. An etymology round!

Making pointy magicians hats with the kids. Black and blue velvet fabric and sparkly stars in gold and silver.

Nothing new here but: fresh laundry smell.

Euphoria. The styling of this series is next level.

Playing with an XXL version of bubble wrap.

Grading, specifically: being DONE with it.

Trying out my new make-up from Korea - lots of glitter, pink and purple hues.

A trip down memory lane with Doris: Reading my Benjamin Bengel Pixi book and looking at old family photos. I actually found a cute water-themed Pixi to give her as a birthday present; it's about kids having a river adventure on their stand-up-paddling board.

Being outside in the sun with the kids during our charity run. Playing badminton with Doris, the girls acting as my personal cheerleaders. Fun with Kevin and Amy. Making flower rings, real talk, taking them seriously.

The Grossstadtgeflüster concert - drinking Caipirinhas and Vodka Bull (because I'm old and I have to rely on stimulants now in order to be happy and stay awake). Running into Mila. Making a friend. Wearing a pink and silver metallic T-shirt (even though my confidence wasn't great that day). FLEX with Doris, almost-necking, putting a stop to it, being sensible. Intriguing.

MY BIRTHDAY! At school, Becky and Doris worked together and set up a fun surprise on my desk in the teacher's lounge: balloons, a cake with candles for me to blow out, flowers, temporary tattoos (I immediately applied a moon, a planet, some stars and a jellyfish), a bottle of Fanta, smarties and presents! I got socks in bi-colours and crossword books. I wore my silky red dress and received lots of compliments. I made my traditional strawberry-Raffaello cake.

The day before, I had dinner with Helga and Marlies. On our way home, we noticed the huge yellow moon hanging very low over the horizon and decided to chase it. So we ended up on a wide open field to have the best view at the purple evening sky. Also moon related: I noticed that the two lunar eclipses this year are exactly on my birthday - and Raphael's. Huh.

At the weekend I had a birthday picnic in the northern part of the English garden with some of my best friends. It was such a lovely day. I had remembered to bring everything - blankets, comfy pants, food and drinks. Lena and Christian gave me a gift voucher for an hour of floating in a salt-water tank and I got a bag of goodies from the Asian store from Sash and Yanch. In the evening we stocked up on liquor and ordered pizza at Raphael's theatre! We played with the marionettes, enjoyed Frank's birthday present and Doris shotgunned me. I made Raphael play the piano for me while I practised our new choir song. Later we played Who am I (I was Buzz Aldrin, wtf) and I made little personal playlists for everyone. Raphael was awarded his superhero name that night: The Preventer.

Doris picked me up after the workshop I gave in Pasing and we went to the lake. Regattasee. I sat in the car with an ice-cream in the one hand and iced coffee in the other. Luxurious whipped cream. I had dinner at THE Chinese restaurant with Lena and Christian that night and we went completely overboard with our food orders.

The next day I realised I had covid and I LOVED it. My symptoms weren't severe so I suddenly found myself with a lot of time on my hands to relax and get some stuff done. The weeks before had been crazy busy. I really needed that break so I was very grateful.

But I also wasted some time of course. I found my old GameBoy color and became obsessed with Tetris (again). By now I have 111 wins against the computer on hard more under my belt.

A bike ride through the forest very early in the morning on Father's Day. I picked a large bouquet of wildflowers, greeted some walkers and found the first red berry on a strawberry field. Soon! When I sat on a bench in a small church graveyard eating my croissant I suddenly had the idea to join Doris on her trip to Mexico. So this is happening!!

Clown fish-shaped mango-vanilla ice-cream popsicles.

A book recommendation from my therapist about female narcissism. I felt seen and learned a lot about myself. What a revelation.

Reading travel books. One guy drove his motorcycle to India and took his cat Mogli with him, the other one brought Monique the chicken on his sailing trip around the world. Beautiful and awe-inspiring stories.

Joining Raphael at his job as a lighting technician for an all-teacher a-cappella band. Playing table soccer during the break. Getting to know his friends. Helping with the clean-up. And I actually had a lot of fun during the show!

Taking Baby Voldemort out of the kilm (Isabel's masterpiece).

Walking through a cloud of pink blossoms.

Solving tense situations with kindness - something I rarely manage to do.

Seeing Hanna (my physiotherapist) again after a long-ish break.

Enjoying a huge pizza and an Aperol at the Künstlerhaus Osteria branch with Sash and Lena.

Nice finds on Vinted: an old Tic Tac Toe shirt (my favourite band for a while), a windbreaker and a mixed lot of shorts.

Getting up at sunrise, picking flowers in the garden. Going swimming bright and early. It's been too long.

Getting the lawn chair for the balcony from the basement. Enjoying the sun.

A mild obsession with fuchsia. I need this colour in my life.

A bikini photo of me I kinda like.

Peter, my choir crush, who called me Herzi after we hadn't seen each other for quite some time and tried to repair my bike. Connecting with Sarah over her restlessness. The other Peter bringing his photo books from his South America travels for me.

The lupins are starting to bloom on the balcony!

Discovering one of my now favourite authors - Olivie Black. Reading The Atlas Six was such a delight. It's Dark Academia meeting The Umbrella Academy and the perfect addiction to some of my other beloved books in the genre like The Secret History, Ninth House, The Magicians and the scholomance novels.

#things i love #personal #present perfect #may #2022 #may 2022

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badassbride · 3 years ago

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Emma & Simon’s Alternative summery Gothic Wedding

Emma & Simon’s

Alternative summery Gothic Wedding

WEDDING COUPLE: Emma and Simon

INSTAGRAM: @exitthroughthegiftshop

WEDDING DATE: 29/7/2019

WEDDING LOCATION: Cheltenham registry office and the Gupshill manor in Tewkesbury Gloucestershire.

WHERE DID YOU MEET: On match.com! Best £15 I ever spent 📷

WEDDING THEME: Summery gothic.

THE WEDDING DAY: We wanted a laid back gothic/skull themed wedding, with all of our family and friends. I adore red and black, and found my dream dress at The Couture Company in Birmingham. Jo is so lovely and unbelievably talented.

I wanted to use local small businesses for the cake and flowers, so Jade’s humble bakes and The Fabulous Florist In the local town of Ledbury were my first choices. I was blown away with what they created for us.

Our local pub/gastric restaurant provided the beautiful reception, and we were blown away with how helpful Naomi and her team were. They were so accommodating and the food was delicious.

We created the day we wanted. No seating plans, and short speeches to thank the guests for coming. Our 5 kids ( both from previous marriages) played a huge part in the day, and my dad walked me down the aisle, to my late grandparents favourite song “unchained melody”. The day was unconventional but completely perfect for us.

DRESS DESIGNER: Jo at The Couture Company @thecoutureco.

GROOM DESIGNER: My husbands a big lad so we bought his outfit from @jacamouk

WEDDING BUDGET: £3000

HOW MANY PEOPLE ATTENDED: 100

PHOTOGRAPHER NAME: Caz Holbrook Photography @cazholbrook_photography

HAIR / MAKE UP: I did my own to save £’s!

DID YOU DO FOOD: The Gupshill manor, and we had a hold and cold buffet, with pudding and then pizza and chips in the evening!

WHAT DID THE BRIDESMAIDS WEAR: My bridesmaids could wear whatever they liked…as long as it was black! So we had dresses from Misguided, pretty little thing and anthropology.

ANY GENERAL TIPS: It’s your day so don’t worry too much about what everyone else is doing. Provide enough food, drink and chairs and the rest will fall in to place!

BUDGET SAVING IDEAS: I did my own hair and makeup. My dad drove me to the registry office in his own car, and we’ve delayed our honeymoon, so we don’t have to pay crazy summer holiday prices..

GIFT IDEAS: Be upfront, if you already live together, and don’t want a load of “stuff” ask for vouchers or a cash contribution for your honeymoon. Most people will just want to give you what you want.

WEDDING FAVOURS: We didn’t, but we had a haribo and transfer tattoo station, so people could go away with a little momento of the day!

FINAL THOUGHT’S FOR FUTURE BADASS BRIDES: Relax and enjoy it. Don’t try to please everyone. Also the best top we were given was to take little breather breaks so we could take it in. Best advice ever!

Emma & Simon

xxx

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wannawrite · 7 years ago

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Wanna One As People At Your Christmas Party

• part of the collab with my girlies

• posted very very late, apologies and this is 110% crack

Yoon Jisung: host and the one who is in charge of the food. constantly yelling his greetings from the kitchen because Susan fcked up and bought a cold turkey instead of the heated kind. Put a lot of effort into arranging the buffet table and even bought a $58.99 limited edition tablecloth to ‘spice things up’. Will yell at you if you turn up with unseasoned food - everyone will. His presents are always high-quality DIY things and wrapped with love - ribbons, stickers and a handmade card. Makes a praiseworthy Christmas pudding. His casserole is the only one that won’t end up in the trash or thrown out by the kids. Will fight you if you talk bad about his cooking or his party. Once stayed up two nights just to perfect the batter for his Christmas log cake.

Ha Sungwoon: gossip uncle/aunt, he knows everything about everyone. A sly savage/mean. ‘Oh, Anna, I heard your daughter ran away from home because you wouldn’t let her date that junkie of a boyfriend she has, pity. Hope to see her soon.’ *saunters away with a wine glass in hand* in charge of bringing the wine and alcohol every year. ‘Sungwoon sweetie, isn’t that your fourth glass?’ ‘Ahh, Patricia, is that your fifth husband?’ Is drunk and has to be driven home but he remembers the whole night in detail and will tell stories about it. Buys a PS4 for your brother but a pair of Daiso socks for you because it was last minute when he remembered you existed. Stirs up a mean cocktail but will only offer it to Minhyun or Jisung. Orders more food when they seem to be running low - he has a knack for knowing things like that.

Hwang Minhyun: the uncle who you didn’t know about until 2 days before the party. Single. Quiet, drinks his beer in a corner. Only talks to his brother and close cousins. Stays close to Jaehwan and Sungwoon. Dresses extremely well, a chaebol and always has a colour scheme. After a couple of drinks, he’s hogging the karaoke machine and belting out 80s bops. A rich uncle who gifts unnecessarily expensive gifts. ‘Uncle Minhyun...you do realise that the Gucci sneakers you gave me are-.’ ‘Shush, accept it.’ He spoils all the young kids because he doesn’t have any of his own. Gifts each one baby Yeezys.

Ong Seongwoo: the fun young uncle everyone loves to see. The kids love him and dash to greet him immediately because they know he’ll play with them all night. More like a brother than an uncle. He and his girlfriend/boyfriend always rival Minhyun for the title of ‘best-dressed’. They always coordinate their outfits. It’s cute. A fun uncle who plays pool with you and won’t tell your parents if you pick up a can of alcohol. The uncle you can rely on if you’re dead drunk. Allows you to eat more even when you’re dieting. Will follow your wish list exactly so you always expect to receive it from him. He makes ramen even after walloping his share of the buffet. Offers to add chicken and beer to Sungwoon’s FoodPanda/UberEats delivery. ‘Pepperoni pizza sounds good too.’

Kim Jaehwan: strange uncle but very talented so he leads everyone in carolling or praise and worship. The conductor of the church choir so he brings his skills to the living room. ‘A 5,6..a 5,6,7..8! Jingle bells, jingle bells - TIMMY! YOUR NOTE IS TOO AIRY LET’S TRY THIS AGAIN.’ Gossips to Uncle Sungwoon a lot. ‘Listen, I heard Martha fought with Grand aunt Ellen over a fcking curtain.’ Will talk to you about random or embarrassing things - probably in front of your parents. ‘Hey, I heard you got a tattoo on your underwear line, did it hurt?’ Unintentionally. Says he’s full after one plate of the buffet but hogs the snack table. ‘Is there any more salsa?’ You love him. Gifts really random but useful things such as mall vouchers. Like it’s a standardised gift for the nieces and nephews of this age.

Kang Daniel: cousin you just got out of his National Service and tells everyone war stories about it. Pats you on the back every time he sees you. He’s just glad he made it out of army alive and that his electric fly swatter didn’t get taken away from him. Host number 2 but no matter the location, he makes sure to bring his beloved cats along. The kids throw a fanfare when they spot Daniel taking his pet carriers out of his backseat. Also takes care of bringing games, be it board games, computer games, he’s got them all. Provides snacks. If he got the job of feeding his baby nieces and nephews, he’ll tempt them with jellies. ‘If you finish this now, I promise I’ll give you a gummy bear later and won’t tel your mother.’ A professional at ‘Just Dance’.

Park Jihoon: the hot cousin who is responsible for organising this whole event. Surprisingly good at his job. Got the colour scheme, games, presents, food and activities all in check in a week. Greets everyone with a hug. His Christmas outfit is rather questionable though....but moving on! The whole family swoons at his good looks and everyone throws a huge fuss when he says he’s single. Jihoon Instagrams and Snapchats the entire party the whole night so the world knows that the Park family Christmas is LIT. Only allows award-winning songs/artists to be played. Gets very competitive when Daniel wants to play ‘Just Dance’. - there’s fury in his eyes. Yet he’ll get all shy and blush when a small cousin asks him about kisses and mistletoe. If the family plays ‘Murderer’, they’ll have a hard time because all Jihoon does is wink.

Park Woojin: oh gosh. the awkward cousin who came back from studying abroad and has an accent. Everyone thinks he’s faking it because uhh how does your accent change in just 5 months ? Only talks to Jihoon and is almost quieter than Minhyun. That’s until he’s warmed up and now you can hear him screaming as he’s playing tag with the kids. ‘HELP SOMEONE SAVE ME.’ Is surprisingly good at playing pool and ‘Just Dance’. Daniel’s spot as dance king is suddenly heavily threatened. A sweetheart who compliments everyone on their effort and Jisung is practically glowing from the praise his turkey received. Engages everyone with story time of his studies abroad. ‘Oh...we don’t have that over there but we have...’ that sort of thing. Smiles really brightly for pictures and when giving out gifts it gives people heart attacks

Bae Jinyoung: the cute but super shy friend of your cousin who tagged along for the party. Hides in the kitchen or pretends to be getting something from the table every time you try to talk to him. A total cinnamon roll - will help you take food or get more drinks if you mindlessly complain about that to your aunt. Keeps stuffing his face with cookies so that he doesn’t have to talk. Too shy to volunteer to play ‘Just Dance’ but your cousin pushes him up there anyway. EVERYONE WAS SHOOKT HE IS SO TALENTED. Also received recognition for his good looks. ‘So,,,Jinyoung right? I have a child around your age, would you be interested?’. Everyone wanted to become his friend. Blushes easily, especially when you bumped into him under the mistletoe, poor boy ran for his dear life. Spends most of the night with Daniel’s cats.

Lee Daehwi: the nephew who decorated Jisung’s house for this occasion. Put effort into making everyone an ugly Christmas sweater. Each and every year, gifts from him are packaged differently. Has a crush on Jinyoung. Over enthusiastic, he arrived at Jisung’s house at 10am to ‘get ready’. Becomes super happy and cheerful while decorating. Stole a couple of cookies from the jar before the party even began. Unfortunately, he gets flustered and upset when no one pays attention to his obvious Christmas joy...or when he’s too short to reach the top of the Christmas tree to pin the star. How cute. Has a different prop for each carol he sings. Acts more of a host than Jisung is and never forgets to give a cuddle to the cats, he even slips them bits of turkey or ham. Takes this opportunity to catch up with all his extended family and see if anyone has connections to the party planning world.

Lai Guanlin: your youngest ‘tween’ cousin who regrets coming. Anti-social, only answers questions and talks to the elders out of respect. On his phone the whole time, probably Tweeting about how much he doesn’t want to be here. ‘Mum,,,can we go yet?’ He’s only here for the food and presents. Wore all black even though Daehwi and Jihoon cleared stated that this year’s colour theme was GOLD. Cheers up a little after feasting but he won’t indulge in conversation immediately. Likes to secretly tune into Jaehwan’s and Sungwoon’s gossip. Watches Minhyun’s Kdrama behind his back and observes how cuddly Ongniel gets. Jihoon refuses to let him be the DJ or choose the Christmas movie and it’ll stay like that for a long time. He only gets soft and cute when Daniel’s cats are around. Most likely to get the most expensive gift from Minhyun.

#wanna one #produce 101 #yoon jisung #ha sungwoon #hwang minhyun #ong seongwoo #kim jaehwan #kang daniel #park jihoon #park woojin #bae jinyoung #lai guanlin #christmas collab winkwonk #lee daehwi

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