#and now there's a wedding on the other side of the country so my mum is going with her family to that

[changguscomet]

I went from having like 10 people in this house yesterday to being on my own for the next week wtf this is so strange

[cillianmurphysdimples]

Good old fashioned "about me" survey, not that anyone is interested...

name:: Kelly

nickname:: Kells

how old are you:: 35

zodiac sign:: Pisces

current location:: Coventry, England

eye color:: Green

hair color:: Brown

hair type:: Thick & Curly

hieght:: 5ft 2in

your heritage:: English & Irish

what's your middle name:: Louise

shoes you wore today:: Primark trainers

your fear:: My children being taken or dying

have you ever ridden a mechanical bull:: No!

do you want to:: No!

goal you would like to achieve this year:: I achieved them in August - own home for me and the boys & a sensory room for the boys

first thought when you wake up:: What time is it?

best physical feature:: To me? Eyes.

who is your bestest friend:: My little sister

when is your bedtime:: I go up when my boys do, so around 7pm. But I don't sleep til 10ish

your most cherished memory:: Births of my boys & the last day I spent with my Granddad

pepsi or coke:: Coke - Cherry Coke if it's available

mc dondalds or burgerking:: Neither these days, but Maccies before

single or group dates:: Single

what is the last song you sang:: "sang" haha! Erm, it was probably "Oró, Sé Do Bheatha 'Bhaile" with my 5 year old (he sings 'oh let's go to the gruffalo island')

does playing the guitar make a girl/guy more attractive:: Yes, sometimes.

what is your biggest pet peeve:: Noisy eaters!

do you drink:: Alcohol? One or two a week. I don't like nausea, and have addicts in the family, so I don't drink much on purpose

ever been drunk:: Twice

do you smoke:: Occasionally cigarettes, but I vape frequently

do you "SMOKE":: Weed? No

do you sing:: I can't, but I do

what color underwear do you have on:: Black

do you want to go to college:: I did - CACHE CCE 2 and Diploma HSC 3

have you ever been in love:: Briefly

do you want to get married:: No!

do you believe in yourself:: No, learned fairly quickly I'm a piece of shit

do you believe in others:: Some people

do you like thunderstorms:: I fucking love them!

do you play an instrument:: I can play The Lord's Prayer on piano, but that's your lot!

what do you want to be when you grow up:: I achieved it - I wanted to be a mum. I was also the deputy manager of a Nursing Home before I had my children which was amazing

what country would you like to visit:: I just want to go back to Ireland 💚

how many CD's do you own:: None now

how many DVD's do you own:: Around 450 last count (a few years ago) so maybe 470 now?

how many tattoos do you have:: 8

how many piercings do yo have:: None now, but I had ears, left labret, right eyebrow, and both sides of my nose X2 until I was around 28

how many things in the past do you regret:: Yeah, a few things.

FAVORITES

shoes:: Chunky soles - trainers, ankle boots or sandles

radio station:: I don't listen anymore

drink:: Caramel latte, Cherry Coke, monster mango loco

car:: None

place:: Cootehill, Co Cavan, Ireland 💙

song:: Angeles - Jensen Ackles and Lemon 7s - A Lazarus Soul and Scorn Not His Simplicity - Luke Kelly

movie:: Four Weddings and a Funeral and On The Edge

moment:: When my boys were born

color:: Variations of blue

meal:: Toast and proper butter!

IN A GUY/GIRL

favorite eye color:: Doesn't matter

favorite hair color:: Doesn't matter

short or long hair:: Longer - just not cropped in dead short, but then it's their hair so they can do what they like

height:: Doesn't matter

body type:: Literally does not matter!

does ethnicity matter:: Doesn't matter

piercings:: Whatever

tattoos:: Whatever

MORE

do you think you are attractive:: Fuck no - I have a flat nose, epicanthic folds, I'm fat, I'm waiting to have my shitty teeth removed, and my boobs are bigger than my head. I am gross.

are you attracted to someone who does not know it:: No they knew it but they were engaged. We talked for a while then he felt guilty so we stopped.

would you like to be someones fantasy:: Ha I never would be so it's moot

do you kiss with your eyes closed or open:: It's been 5 years since I kissed anyone who who the fuck knows?!

a little or a lot of tongue:: Little

older or younger:: I don't mind - my kids dad was 2 years younger, my last interest was 3 years older

lights on/lights off or candle light:: Doesn't matter

do you like to cuddle after:: Depends on what kinda sex we'd had

do you like to cuddle in general:: I'm not physically affectionate on the whole. Makes me uncomfortable. I like sofa cuddles watching TV though.

RIGHT NOW

what is todays date:: November 7th

what time is it:: 7.25pm

who are you thinking of:: Cillian's eyes look good in this film (Aloft)

what are you listening to:: Aloft film

do you love someone:: As in 'in love'? No.

does someone love you:: My children, I think! Probably my siblings, and Mum and Step Dad.

is it raining:: Mizzling

are you happy:: In general, not really, I'm fairly neutral

[megan-loves-surveys]

Yo.

Do you know anybody who is ambidextrous? Not that I know of.

Have you ever been 4-wheeling? No.

What’s the weather been like today? So far, it's a mixed bag - it's rained, but it's also been sunny. I'm hoping that rains goes away altogether before I have to go out.

What was the last exam you sat for? One for uni.

Will you be attending any weddings in the near future? Not that I'm aware of.

Do you currently have any unread text messages, and who from? No.

Speaking of text messages, what colour is your cell phone? Red.

Do you live anywhere near the woods? We don't really have 'woods' so to speak.

Would you ever consider a career in the tourism industry? Maybe? I did take Tourism at school haha.

Do you have any important anniversaries you celebrate? Oh yeah. My boyfriend and I's anniversary is in June, and I always celebrate Shield related anniversaries - like their debut and when Seth turned on them etc.

When was the last time you used q-tips? Dunno.

How does your hair react to humid weather or rain? It goes all weird and big haha.

What’s your favourite flavour of iced tea? Don't drink it.

Do you understand music theory? No.

How many hours of sleep did you get last night? 6 hours and 40 mins according to my FitBit.

Are you expected to act professionally at your job? Yes, cos I work in an office. But we're more casual with the clients we deal with a lot.

Infomercials: entertaining or stupid? Stupid.

What’s your favourite brand of energy drink? Red Bull and V are both good.

Do you have (or have you ever had) acne? Oh yeah.

When was the last time you got pins-and-needles? The other day.

Why did you click to take this survey? Cos I miss Bzoink and I just like taking them.

If you have glasses, have you ever smashed them? No, thank god lol.

How do you get new music? Buy or download or what? I use Spotify.

Have you ever sent someone an abusive text message? No?

Do you require a lot of time to do things or are you quick? Depends what it is. If it's typing or something like that, I'm super fast.

What will be the next concert you attend? I'm seeing Five tonight!!!!! <3

Turn the nearest television on, what’s on? I don't want to turn it on cos my Mum's still in bed.

How often do you “wake up on the wrong side of the bed”? Not that often, I'm usually fine once I actually get up and get moving.

Can you rap? No xD

What do you usually order when you’re at McDonald’s? Chicken nuggets, I don't like their burgers cos they cook onions in the patties now. Blegh.

Are there any textbooks near where you are right now? No.

What’s the time? 11:19am.

Do you know how to use a DSLR camera? No.

How’s your body temperature right now? My FitBit says my body temp was down 1C last night, so that's good.

Do you use Celsius or Fahrenheit? Celsius.

What was the last thing you got a really good deal on? Converse, pair was worth $160, I got them for 100.

Have you ever studied any ancient societies? No.

Do you like to wear long, dangling earrings? My ears aren't even pierced, lol.

What was the last reason you took medicine? Migraine.

Do you exercise regularly? Yep, I go to the gym 3 times a week and walk a lot in general.

What is your coffee of choice? (flat white, cappuccino, etc.) Mocha.

Do you pay any attention to your country’s politics? I keep a general eye on it, but I don't really like talking about it.

Are you feeling worried about anything right now? Not really.

Are you a gossipy type of person? I like to read gossip xD

When will your next meal be, and do you know what it will consist of? Lunch, prob a sandwich or crackers.

Tell me about the sickest you’ve ever felt. 2019 - it was the flu and it was so awful.

What’s your opinion on your in-laws, if you have any? Both of my boyfriend's parents have passed away, so that isn't a thing I have to deal with.

Do you make excuses often, or do you just get things done? Depends.

Have you seen your best friend today? No, I'll see her on Thursday at the gym probably.

What can you smell right now? Nothing in particular.

Any important birthdays coming up? Not really soon, but my boyfriend's is the next one.

Fireworks: yay or nay? Yay for proper organized displays, nay for personal use, waste of money.

Do you have any plans for the rest of the day? Yep, going to a concert tonight and meeting the band too <3

How about tomorrow? Any plans? I'm working. Yay...

Do you know how to do your own laundry or does someone else do it? My Mum does it, but I can do it too.

If you could eat or drink anything right now, what would it be? I'm fine for now, lunch is in about an hour.

What colour are your headphones? White, cos I have Airpods.

Think of the last long car trip you had, where did you go? Hmm... Helensville for the APW show? We left Auckland, it was that far away.

Do you have a Twitter account that you use regularly? I have one, but I haven't tweeted since 2022 lol.

Have you ever seen a horseshoe crab? They’re scary, right?! No.

What was the last movie you saw at the theatres? Bob's Burgers Movie lol, in 2022.

Are there any new movies that you’d really like to see? No.

If you could play one instrument flawlessly, what would it be? Guitar.

Do you overthink a lot of things? I can do.

Is there anybody you miss but can’t see again? Yes.

When was the last time you had a hangover? I don't really get hungover.

Do you remember much from high school? Loads.

Where would you go for the ultimate honeymoon? I don't want to get married, but if I did... I'd love to go to Japan or the USA.

Can you access the roof of the building you live in? No.

Do you know anyone who has a strong accent that is hard to understand? Not personally, but I do deal with people with thick accents at work on occasion. The best was this guy with a super strong Scottish accent, I could barely understand him but he sounded so nice haha.

If you had to get a tattoo tomorrow, what would you get? Mox's logo.

What was the last podcast you listened to? Do you listen to it regularly? I don't listen to them.

Are you more of an optimist or a pessimist, and why do you think this is? Optimist.

When was the last time you moved houses? 2016.

Have you ever held a gun? Did you fire it? No.

Do you like simple questions or deep questions that make you think? Depends.

How long have you been using Bzoink? I had it since 2009. Shame it's gone :(

When was the last time you threw up? Why were you sick? Dunno tbh.

Are you on a first-name basis with your boss? (or last boss if unemployed) I call him by his last name at work, but on the occasion we've all gone out for a drink, I call him Oliver xD

What brand is your laptop or computer? MSI.

Would you ever wear a bright orange shirt? Maybe. Would clash horribly with my hair though xD

What was the last thing you wrote in a word document? Something at work yesterday.

Who do you miss and what do you miss about them? Hmm.

What were the best and worst costumes you’ve ever worn? I don't really do costumes, but for Halloween last year my boyfriend and I went to his work Halloween party, the theme was uniforms xD I dressed as a schoolgirl haha.

Do you know anybody who is gay and married? Not personally.

What did you last take painkillers for? Migraine.

Are there any hobbies you want to get back into? Hmm, not really.

Have you ever shared a home with a friend? No.

What’s the craziest or weirdest place you’ve ever slept? A kitchen floor of a scout hall after a 21st birthday party LOL.

What did you have for lunch today and who made it? I haven't had lunch yet.

Do you believe in anything supernatural like ghosts or ghouls? Nah.

How many hours of sleep did you get last night? 6 hours and 40 mins.

Are you allergic to anything? How did you find out? Yep - some antibiotics, parmesan cheese, plums, all berries except strawberries and nickel.

What’s your favourite Thai dish? Dunno.

Do you have any alarms set? What time and what for? Not today, but I will have one set for tomorrow cos I'm working.

What are you going to do when this survey is over? Do another one.

Have you ever been on a date with someone you met online? How was it? Yes, it was fine, we went out for a few months.

What colour is the rug in your living area? We don't have one.

Do you call it a couch, sofa, lounge or something else entirely? Couch.

Who is your favourite character on Friends? Always and forever will be Chandler. RIP Matthew Perry. Runner up is Rachel.

When was the last time you used a pair of headphones and what for? I used my Airpods yesterday on my commute to work.

Describe the temperature of the area you’re in right now. It's actually a bit chilly, it's 18C, when it's usually in the mid 20s by now.

Who was the last very physically attractive person you saw? Jon Moxley, in a photo xD In person, my boyfriend <3

Have you ever had teppanyaki? Dunno.

How long does it take you to get ready before you go somewhere? Usually around 15 mins or so.

Do you find it difficult to get rid of material possessions? Yes.

What sort of games do you like to play? Pokemon, adventure games, strategy games, visual novels etc.

What was the last candy you ate? Good question tbh.

Have you ever been hit in the face? What’s the story? No.

Do you know anyone who is deaf? Yep.

Name one thing on your bucket list. Attend a Royal Rumble.

1 - When was the last time it snowed where you live? Do you like snowy weather or is it just a pain? It doesn't snow in my city, it's far too warm.

2 - Are you expecting any parcels in the mail right now? Not at the moment, surprisingly xD

3 - How long is it until your birthday? Do you have any plans for the day? It's not for almost five months (thank god).

4 - What was the last thing you had to drink? Water.

5 - Do you need to do any laundry right now? No, we did laundry yesterday.

6 - Who was the last person you got a notification from on social media? Is this person a close friend of yours? Lynnette, and she's my stepmum!

7 - Do you regularly buy things on credit? If so, how much do you owe on credit cards right now? I don't have a credit card, only a debit card.

8 - When was the last time you got a call from an unknown number? Did you answer or call them back? I don't answer unknown numbers. You want me to talk to you, reveal your number lol.

9 - When was the last time you got off work early? What was the reason and did you do anything fun with your extra free time? Last week when I was on data entry and finished up everything on my list, my boss told me I could leave an hour early, which ruled. I went to the gym and got it done earlier than normal.

10 - What do you typically eat for Christmas Dinner? Are you the one who cooks or does a family member do the cooking? My Mum cooks, and we usually have ham, chicken, roast potatoes, salad, cheese, pineapple, eggs and bread rolls, then for dessert a cheesecake or pie.

11 - What time did you wake up this morning? Did you get out of bed right away? 9am or so, and I got up to pee lol then went back to bed for a bit.

12 - Do you have any plans for the weekend? Are these plans typical for a weekend or are you doing something different? I'm going to a wrestling show with a bunch of people. I go to shows quite frequently, so this is normal lol.

13 - Would you like to work a job that involves going in and out of other people’s homes all day? (Like care work, painter, decorated etc.) No thanks. The office is fine lol.

.14 - When was the last time you had an injury? Was it a minor cut/scrape or something more serious? What happened? I hurt my hip last year while working out, I had to cut back on my workouts for a few weeks to let it heal.

15 - Do you ever watch movies or TV shows that require you to read subtitles? Oh yeah.

16 - What accents are your favourite? Scottish is the best!!! Also Irish is nice too.

17 - How many people have you texted today? Are these people friends, family members or something else? Just my boyfriend so far.

18 - Are you any good at DIY? What was the last DIY project you finished? Not my thing.

19 - When was the last time you had a haircut? When was the last time you dyed your hair (if you ever have)? I don't cut my hair lol. I dye it loads though - last time was in December cos it's expensive and lasts ages.

20 - Do you prefer wearing tight-fitting or loose-fitting clothes? I don't like baggy clothes, so tight please!

21 - Are you currently warm, cold or just right? Is the heating or air conditioning on to contribute to that feeling? I'm a tad cold, but it's not too bad.

22 - What was the last piece of good news you received? Was it expected? I got my VIP details for the Five concert tonight, I was getting worried it wouldn't show up cos other people said they got theirs.

23 - What colour socks are you wearing right now? None.

24 - Do you prefer hot coffee or iced coffee? What about hot tea or iced tea? I don't drink tea, and hot coffee.

25 - What are some of your favourite Christmas songs? What time of year do you start listening to Christmas music? Girls Aloud's Christmas EP is my favourite, it's half original tracks half covers. I start at the end of November or so.

26 - If you see cats wandering about in the street, do you stop and fuss them? Definitely! I love talking to cats xD

27 - Speaking of cats, do you own a cat? Are they a particular breed or just a moggie? Would you ever want a specific breed of cat at all? I wish.

28 - When was the last time you moved furniture around to clean behind or underneath it? Do you need someone’s help in order to do that? Hmm.

29 - Do you have any medications that you need to take daily? Is this something you’re going to have to do for the rest of your life? Not daily.

30 - Do you know how to start an open fire and keep it burning without using loads of wood? Is this a skill you use on a regular basis at all? No, never had to even think about that.

[survey--s]

600.

Who gives the best advice? I don't really ask people for advice - because my experience is that they then get pissed off when you don't take it.

Is there any band out there that you like every song by them? No.

What’s the best song a friend has ever introduced to you? I can't think of anything in particular right now.

Have you ever smoked? Yeah, I smoked for a bit during my year abroad.

Does your favorite uncle have any children? He does. Two grown up daughters who now have kids of their own.

Have you ever been in a lighthouse? Yes.

Name one of your psycho exes? Chris.

Why were they a psycho ex? Well, he was a compulsive liar and refused to admit to several of his children. We broke up and it's come to light there are even more.

Do you still talk to your first crush? No.

Where would you like to travel? I'd love to go back to Canada and Italy, and in terms of new countries - New Zealand, Iceland, Japan and the Seychelles.

Are you shy about singing in front of people? Not really, but I definitely can't sing in tune lol.

Do you know anyone who always makes themselves out to be the victim? Yeah, I went to university with someone like that. It was exhausting.

Have you ever been insulted or called names by a significant other? Yes.

What’s your favorite movie battle scene? The battle for Helms Deep is pretty good so far as battles go.

Have you ever been to a same-sex wedding? No - I've never been to any wedding that wasn't my own.

What’s the population of your hometown? The town I grew up in is about 15k. My current town is about 7k.

What’s the most difficult experience you and a significant other have gone through together? I don't really know, to be honest. Looking back most of my relationships were just filled with pretty mundane dramas.

What’s something you have zero tolerance for? Animal abuse.

When's the last time you said you were sorry? Earlier today when I trod on the cat.

Would you like living on the coast? I love living by the coast. The only disadvantage is the strong wind/storms in the autumn.

Honestly, do you enjoy arguing? No.

Which theory do you wish but perhaps not believe was true about afterlife? I don't really believe anything happens after we die. I kind of think heaven would be cool, though, but without the religious aspect.

Are you scared of losing the person you like to someone else? No. I have no concerns in that respect, he's a very decent person with decent morals.

Do you have a hard time making decisions? I'm weird in that I can make huge, life-changing decisions in seconds, but I really struggle with minor decisions like where to eat or what outfit to wear lol.

If there was a large spider in your room, would you stay in the room? NOPE.

What’s your favorite kind of meat? (vegan/vegetarian options count!) Steak or bacon, or fried chicken.

Have you ever been mistaken for staff at a store you were just visiting? No.

What’s the coolest or most memorable animal you’ve ever seen at a zoo? White lions and tigers are pretty incredible, even though they're mostly inbred these days which is sad. I also remember seeing dolphins at an aquarium in Italy but it just made me sad. It was a mum and calf in this tiny tank and they just swam in circles constantly.

Do you share a bedroom with anybody? My husband and the dog, lol.

What video game have you played the most hours of? If you don’t know, just make a rough guess. Overall probably the Sims as I played it constantly as a kid.

Who will you see within the next week? Mike, my parents and I have no idea who else. I'm hoping to catch up with Susie at some point and I'll probably see my in-laws too.

Do your parents live in their hometown(s)? No - they live on the opposite side of the world from where they were born, lol.

Have you ever modeled before? No.

If offered $1 million, would you do a reality show of your life? No. I value my privacy too much for that.

Who owns the computer you are on? Me.

What’s your best friend’s favorite color? I'm not sure he really has a favourite colour.

What color was your senior prom dress? Red.

How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2014? Just the one.

Northernmost state you’ve been to: I've never been to America.

Think you’ll live to be 100? Who knows. Both sides of my family are pretty long-lived and healthy so I guess it's possible.

Which YouTuber do you feel like you could be friends with easily? I don't watch any YouTubers.

Who do you know personally that has a nice singing voice? My dad.

If you met your favorite musician, what would you ask him/her? I honestly have no idea lol

What's something you used to believe in that you don't anymore? Nothing in particular is coming to mind.

What's something you believe everyone should have? A home.

What's the first thing you do once you get home from a trip? Say hi to all the animals, and then go and take a pee.

Do you listen to podcasts? Which ones? No, I genuinely don't get the appeal.

What was the last heavy thing you lifted? The cat.

Do you have an anchor tattoo? No.

Are your hands unsteady? No.

Do you think you’re pretty? I think I'm normal looking.

Who do you know that wears the most makeup? I don't really know anyone who wears tons of make-up. I live in a very outdoorsy area so most people don't wear much (if any).

Are you anyone’s first love? Apparently so.

Has anyone ever told you they were in love with you? Yes.

How much does your mother know about your sex life (or lack thereof)? Nothing. My sex life is nobody else's business but mine (and my partners).

[bisluthq]

I can see them having had a courthouse ceremony and then the actual wedding later tbh. Kinda like Anya Taylor Joy and her husband did.

I could see that too pretty easily and I could see them doing the courthouse bit in the US because a a friend of mine regrets not doing it that way with her American husband and her immigration stuff took forever. They got married in 2016 here and lived here until 2021 when his company moved him back there and it took 3 years (it’s only sorted NOW - she had to also not travel there in that time even though she had a tourist visa so as not to piss off immigration) to get her Green Card stuff in order. Whereas it’d have pretty much been automatic if they’d married there. Whereas I also know for other friends the UK dgaf and if you can present a marriage certificate from any normal country you get a spousal visa pretty easily. That’s for normal millennials with (admittedly very good) jobs though not famous ass millionaires so maybe Gabby and Matty don’t have to think about that side of it and could marry on either side of the Atlantic.

HOWEVER, I find it odd for Denise to be calling her a “soon to be daughter in law” if she’s already her daughter in law. My bf’s mum calls me her daughter in law like in casual convo and so did my ex’s mum so if she’d SAID “my lovely daughter in law” it’d actually be less of a slam dunk to me but saying “soon to be” implies she’s… not just yet.

and Denise could’ve just said nothing at all so making the distinction really implies that Denise thinks this is still upcoming.

[cythoughtsnmemories]

25.04.24

Last Tue, SIL updated that they won't be coming this tue. MIL ask why, and SIL shared that they r going Jap for holiday. MIL again saying Jap not safe, cannot eat sashimi n drink the water. Lol hubby so cheeky said we went there and came back safe. I also cheeky lah...still emphasise that I drank d water and ate d sashimi when in Jap 🤪

What's life if u have so many restrictions? This cannot, that cannot.

So sad...my enoki wrap don't taste good even 2nd try.

Colleague came back from Shanghai, hence the rabbit sweet. Also got other foodie from other Colleagues who came back from Australia and TW. Always hear colleagues planning for next trip or looking forward to go where for holiday. Here, I have to beg n chase hubby to plan and always so late. Cost higher and there's limited place to go based on the period. When can hubby plan early w me? Since he knows we r going traveling yearly. I don't mind traveling to cheaper countries leh. Shall give a last reminder in end Apr. If not, he is living w a bomb as d day pass longer.

Cont cooking dinner for hubby on wkday. Love my olive pasta w Salmon. Ytd, had white fungus soup for dinner. Looks delicious right? Tonight is Cauliflower wings w avocado and sunny side up.

Actually mil should enjoy her life now since kids all grown up. And she likes when everyone comes back for dinner. Why she cannot put in more effort to cook delicious dinner? Don't have to cook a lot of dish but at least cook sth nice lah. Her food always looks like whatever is left makes a dish and as long it's cook n edible. Last tue FIL said MIL cooked d salmon not nice, I don't dare say anything after. Actually wanted to ask why MIL nvr pan sear the salmon skin to crispy. Salmon skin soggy, eat until a bit... so little too. Went home to eat maggie.

So glad d 10 cage birds are not chirping outside my window liao. Dk who complain before I wanted to get the evidences lol. Sleeping well recently~ 😌

Hmph! Still not happy w MIL. Went on date w hubby, to use up our wedding voucher n catch a movie. Lol hubby told his mum he is working hence going over late that Sat. MIL expect me to go over alone first. Joke! Why would I go over alone leh. Not like I enjoy my time there. Later bully me, nobody knows also.

When we reached MIL hse, she looked at me n said 坏孩子. I was like wtf in my heart but I didn't want to argue w her so I assumed MIL saying hubby too. I called out hubby n said MIL say he 坏孩子. Wah! MIL said,我说你这个女人，坏孩子。I hot 🔥 sia~ I said why me? She said came over so late. I said I came w ur son what. What's wrong. Hubby sabo sia...should say I working also mah or we just took nap after hiking lo.

Pls lah, ur hubby also siam u. U can't be expecting my hubby to take over ur hubby job to acc u right. He is ur son, not ur hubby. Know d line. Just cos he is d last kid to leave d hse, u expect him to be always by ur side mah.

I also don't see ah ma expecting u to go over her hse for weekly dinner or asking u to stayover her hse during wkend. Why r u being difficult on us? 恶家婆, always find things to pick on me. So childish also, last wk kept want to pinch me (dk d reason, probably for fun). Always do things annoy me. Isit u want to see my hubby quarrel w me then u happy? 心里不平衡吗?

[sandzlib]

I really need to let some shit out of my system and rant a bit but I have nowhere to do so because all the people I know are in my other socials and they would see it and I don't really want that so this is my only safe place...

I'm getting married this year after it was all postponed due to the pandemic

But I live in a different country than my own — I'm an expat as they call us — so all the wedding preparations are being a pain in the arse

I'm basically organising a wedding on one country while living in another and only being able to go to the former on specific dates to put the final touches...

With that in mind, we went back to our country during the Christmas holidays for way longer than just the holidays so we could get everything done.

This is where the shit starts:

We were supposed to receive the invitations before Christmas, that way we could hand them to the family during the different festivities BUT

They didn't arrive until the 30th of December

Since we were doing the envelopes with sealing wax and everything ourselves, I spent half of the 31st and the whole 1st day of the year doing DIY shit

Our flight back was on the 2nd so we obviously couldn't hand the invitations to anyone and did what made more sense: rely on our parents handing the ones for the family and send the rest through post.

Well, my mum tried to meet up with her sisters (my aunts that supposedly love me and all that...) so she could give them the invitations but she was met with refusal to try and organise a day when they could all meet

The excuse was that they rarely go into the city (they live on the outskirts, like 20km away from the city centre)

And not only that's a lie since we know they go to the city centre at least once a week

But also my mum was careful enough to ask for a day they *could* meet, a day that was good for them.

Anyways, three of them said that they couldn't find a moment so they asked her to send the invitations through post, and only one actually agreed on a date.

And this is the part that pisses me off the most and had me crying out of pure rage and disbelief.

The aunt that actually went for the invitation told my mum that one of my other aunts was saying that I had surely managed to hand the invitations to my dad's side of the family as well as to my SO's family.

That it was only them that I was not wanting to meet

and that since I was doing that, she's not coming to my wedding

because she's not going to go to a wedding she is not welcomed at.

What the F***ING F***!

I have never done anything *in my whole life* that could lead them to believe I would do something like that.

They all know that I don't get along with my dad's side of the family because my grandma is a bitch an awful person that has mistreated me my whole life (in fact, I almost didn't invite them at all but finally did just because of my dad) so it makes no sense she could think something like that.

They're the ones who are always bickering and keeping secrets and shit from each other, not me! Like one of my cousins lived for four months in the country I am currently at and neither she nor my aunt told me about it, I found out because of fricking LinkedIn!

I'm the fucking nicest niece they have! I always greet them for their birthdays, Christmas, New Year... Even when sometimes they don't answer back. I am always available when they need me. I've tried countless times to meet with them when I go back home... Fuck! I spent a whole day talking with that same aunt that's dissing me now and her son about different exams he could take to certify his English level as well as courses he could do to practice before taking the exam (something that's out of my area of expertise yet I found the time to search for the information)!

What's most frustrating about this is that my mum told me to do nothing, say nothing, ignore them.

My SO said more or less the same thing and then the conversation turned into why are we even doing a wedding in the first place when I don't want half of my family there and the other half seems like they won't come because they rather think I'm a shitty person than accept that I couldn't give them the invitations earlier.

Note that all of this happened right after I tried to meet with some friends to hand them the invitations (at the time I thought they would arrive on time) and none of them made the slightest effort to meet with me...

I also only have a handful of friends, those 5 girls that couldn't be bothered to meet with me, two more that are actually excited about this, and then a few guys that are shared friends with my SO's...

So I feel lonely, disappointed, hurt... I feel like an idiot because I always try to treat other the way I'd like them to treat me and somehow all I get back is this kind of shit behaviour...

And yet, everyone around me seems to think I'm reading too much into this and that I shouldn't make such a big deal out of it.

Agh!

[blu-joons]

When Their Families Worry About Them Dating A Foreigner ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

When his parents mentioned to him that they were worried about your future together, Jin couldn’t help but sigh. He knew what he was getting into when he decided to date you, even if you lived on the other side of the world.

His eyes glanced across at them both as they spoke, “we’re making things work as best as we can, and that’s what is important.”

“Where is she now?” His mum asked.

“At home,” Jin responded, knowing exactly what point they were trying to make. “She’s flying back over next week, it’s not like we’re ever apart for too long.”

His father’s head nodded, “what do you do when the two of you decide that you want to settle down.”

“That’s something that we can think of in the future.”

“But what if you leave Korea?” His mother asked anxiously, “do you really think that you could see yourself leaving for Korea and living in a different country.”

“I’d do it for Y/N,” he assured them both, “I know you worry, but I’m going to follow my heart, wherever it is that it takes me.”

They glanced between each other before looking back across at him, “we just don’t want you to regret this or get too far into things.”

“I’m regretting nothing, I promise you.”

Yoongi:

Your first meeting with his family had gone far from well, they were sceptical and concerned to say the least about how the two of you would ever be able to last. Especially when you could barely say two words to them.

Once you left the table, they were quick to voice their concerns. “How are we ever going to build a relationship with Y/N?”

“She can barely say a word,” his dad added.

“She’s learning,” Yoongi quickly spoke, shutting his parents down, “you can’t expect her to speak Korean overnight, but she’s making the effort to impress you both.

A sigh came from his mother, “what if she doesn’t learn it and doesn’t want to be here anymore?”

“That’s not how she feels right now, she’s happy.”

“What does she think of us?” His father then asked him, leaning forwards against the dining table, “does she think that we’re nice people.”

“She understands that there is a language barrier,” he admitted, “but she’s hoping you guys will make as much effort with her as she is with you.”

They both nodded back at him, “we want to get to know her, but it’s proving difficult right now when she’s not Korean.”

“Just give it time, and she’ll prove you both wrong.”

Hoseok:

When his family first heard about you from Hobi, they instantly began to worry. They were a close family, and Hobi obliged his parents every word, but now that you were around, they began to wonder how things would change.

One evening when they had him alone, they finally spoke their concerns. “Do you think that you’ll leave Seoul? Even Korea.”

“I don’t right now,” he honestly answered.

“This is your home,” his dad pointed out to him, “you’ve spent all of your life in Korea, we won’t ever get to see you if you move abroad and be with Y/N.”

Hobi shrugged back at them, “we don’t know where we’ll settle yet, but this will be hard on Y/N too.”

“What exactly do her family think about this?”

“They’re supportive,” Hobi clarified immediately, “her family always said they’d come out and visit if we decided that Seoul would be the place for us.”

“We’d come and visit you too,” his mother defended, not wanting to be lesser than your family, “but we’d miss you a lot.”

Hobi nodded, understanding their feelings, “you’ve gone months without seeing me before, if you had to do it again, you’d be alright.”

“I’d much prefer to have you home for a while instead.”

Namjoon:

His parents had always been supportive of the two of you, until the first discussions of marriage came about. You had always been open about having a wedding in your home country too, which wasn’t quit the dream of his parents.

Their expressions said everything as to how they felt, “will you guys bail on a Korean wedding, because that’s important.”

“Not at all,” you quickly spoke up.

“We can do both,” Namjoon assured the two of them, taking a hold of your hand, “we want to be inclusive of both our families and our cultures as well.”

His mother smiled weakly, “we can help you organise everything for when you’re in Korea to marry.”

“We can organise it all, we won’t forget anything.”

“There’s a lot that comes with it,” his mother reminded him, as Namjoon nodded, trying to stop her worrying yet again. “It’s not what Y/N is used to.”

“I’ve told her about it,” Namjoon interjected, “just please stop worrying that we’re not going to follow Korean customs too.”

Her head slowly nodded as Namjoon’s father spoke up, “you both just need to do something for both of your homes and families.”

“And we will, you really don’t have to worry.”

Jimin:

Pushing the door open of the arena, everyone was surprised when you walked through the door. Jimin raced over to you as his parents both remained on the sofa, stunned that you had made an appearance at his concert.

His eyes studied you closely, “what are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming over to Korea?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” you chuckled.

“Mum and dad were convinced you wouldn’t make it,” he quickly spoke, glancing across at their guilty expressions. “I told you that Y/N would make the effort for me.”

His mother frowned, “we didn’t think she’d make the effort to travel so far just for you and a show.”

“Of course, I would. I wanted to be able to support him.”

“I’m impressed that you went to so much effort for our son,” his father then spoke up, taking you by surprise. “That means a lot that you came all of this way.”

“I always told you that it wouldn’t matter where I was in the world, I’d support your son,” you pointed out to them.”

Their heads both nodded together, “maybe we were a little doubtful that Y/N wasn’t Korean without giving her a fair chance.”

“I think you should trust in Y/N a lot more, both of you.”

Taehyung:

You sat back as Taehyung’s parents both lectured him about dating you and how his focus had to be on work. You were terrified as you listened to them talk, almost as if you weren’t in the room with them at all.

Your eyes rolled as his mother spoke, “travelling to visit a foreigner is going to take so much time out of your schedule.”

“I know, but it’s worth it,” he assured them.

“How?” His father then added, “you’re busy enough as you are, to have to spend extra time flying and travelling is really going to take it out of you.”

Taehyung’s head shook, “it’s already what I’ve done for years, a few more air miles is nothing.”

“Is this really something that you think you can make work?”

“Of course,” Taehyung smiled, reaching across to take a hold of your hand, “it doesn’t matter to me that Y/N isn’t Korean, we can find a balance between the two of us.”

“Is this something you agree with Y/N?” His mother asked, letting go of a gentle sigh as your head nodded back at them.

You weren’t quite sure where to look as you spoke, “I’m not going to bother Taehyung anymore than a Korean would, I promise you.”

“We trust you both, let’s see what happens.”

Jungkook:

When the invite came to stay for Chuseok, you were beyond surprised. Jungkook’s family had expressed a lot of concerns about you, but they saw that Jungkook was happy, and they wanted to make the effort too.

As you arrived at their house, his mother quickly took a hold of your hand. “I can tell you all about what we do for Chuseok Y/N.”

“I do know about it,” you smiled.

“Mum,” Jungkook warned from behind you, “Y/N knows about Chuseok, just because she’s not Korean. I’ve told her all about it, you don’t need to explain.”

Her eyes looked across to you, “sorry, I just didn’t think that she’d know much about our holidays.”

“I’ve taught her everything she needs to know.”

“I appreciate the effort,” you assured her with a soft smile, “but I’ve done a lot of research so that I can make sure that I impressed all of you guys.”

“Oh,” she stuttered, looking around the room, “I’d even prepared a small video to show you a little more about what we do.”

Jungkook appeared beside her, throwing his arm around her shoulder, “the effort is appreciated mum, but Y/N’s foreign, not alien.”

“I know, I just wanted to help, that’s all.”

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[sunflowerdarlingx]

Fred Weasley - “Fred doesn’t date” 3

H everyone, I hope you’re all okay! 

PART ONE 

PART TWO 

Thank you all for the kind comments on the previous parts of this imaine. I post these chapters before I go to sleep and waking up to all your lovely comments and messages really give me the best start to the day.

This is the final part to this series. I’ve had a lot more interaction with people from this story so if anyone would like to request a piece please let me know :)

I hope you all liked the ending, it’s a bit longer than I thought but hopefully its what you all wanted x  

Female Reader.

Warnings: None

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Fred felt his chest get tight, the sound of her voice alone made his heart ache. He felt the overwhelming need to cry again, tears threatening to spill whilst a lump formed in his throat. Fuck she can’t see me like this.  

His body urged him to look at her, he sucked a deep breath in and turned his head to look at her, shit she looks so fucking cute. She was stood in a pair of shorts and one of Fred’s hoodies with a blanket wrapped around her loosely. Her hair was messy, and her glasses were resting a little low on her nose before she pushed them up.  

His eyes trailed down her body, he felt a small sense of pride seeing her in his hoodie, like he had some sort of claim on her when she wore it. Take that perfect Diggory, she likes my clothes better. I wonder if she wears it when she’s with him?  

Fred hadn’t realised how long he’d been staring for, “I..if not I’ll just go, sorry Freddie, for interrupting” Y/N turned on her heels, tears blurring her vision before he made a noise. A sort of squeak left his mouth before he cleared his throat “it’s okay, you can join me”, his hand patted the spot next to him.  

She patted her hand on the grass to make sure it wasn’t wet before sitting beside Fred. The sat in silence for a bit before Y/N decide to speak, “I’m sorry Freddie, I’m not really sure what I’ve done but I’m sorry if I’ve upset you. I don’t like seeing you upset… especially if I’m the one who caused it” her voice broke and Fred looked down at her, even sitting down he still towered over her slightly.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder “don’t worry about it” a fake smile took over his face. He wanted to tell her how much he wanted her, he really did but she was with Diggory now.  

“W..what did I do Freddie?” Her voice was a hushed whisper as she leaned her head on his shoulder. Fred looked down at her, internally battling himself about what he should say. He wanted to tell her, he hoped she would change her mind, but if he told her, would she leave him? She had become one of his closest friends, the thought of not having her in his life at all was a thought he wanted to have.  

Fuck it.  

“I em…I saw you and Diggory, outside the kitchens”, that statement alone filled his body with anger as it replayed in his head, Diggory making her laugh, touching her, kissing her. His body tensed beside her, he removed his arm from her shoulders, his jaw clenched and he averted his gaze back up to the sky, sending the moon a deadly glare.  

“Oh…that was nothing” Y/N noticed the shift in Fred, she couldn’t help but admire him in that moment, the way the moon reflected on his skin, the way his jaw tensed and honestly she thought he looked sexy.

Fred averted his gaze back to her and watched her closely, the way her eyes skimmed his body, “didn’t look like nothing to me” his voice was cold.

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, shocked at his tone, “it didn’t mean anything Freddie” she placed her and on his shoulder, “it just sort of happened”.

“Well I heard you were very cosy behind me at dinner so it must have meant something” he shrugged her hand off his shoulder. He usually loved having her touch him but he was angry, so fucking angry.  

He wondered what had happened once he left, for all he knows the exact same hands that were touching him had been all over Diggory. That then lead to him thinking about Diggory having his hands all over Y/N, touching her and holding her all the ways that Fred wished he could have done.  

Y/N was close to getting up and leaving, she was hurt by Fred’s words, why did he hate Cedric so much? So what if they kissed? Then realisation hit, “Freddie, are you jealous?”, his head shot down to face her.  

“No, I don’t get jealous” he stated. Shifting slightly, his eyes were dark as they stared into hers, his jaw still tense.

“Yes you are” she chuckled lightly “you’re jealous because Cedric kissed me”.

Fred groaned, his chest heaved slightly whilst the moment replayed in his head again “ugh don’t remind me, you shouldn’t have kissed him”  

“Why?” her perfect doe eye looked up at him through her glasses, batting her eyelashes as innocence filled her eyes.

“Don’t act like you don’t know” he grunted and looked back up to the sky.  

“Well Freddie I don’t know, why shouldn’t I kiss Cedric?”

“Cause you should be kissing me Y/N, not Cedric! For the last god knows how many weeks we’ve spend so much time together, a lot more than you and perfect Diggory have and you still chose him! We’ve been on dates down to Hogsmeade, spent nights cuddled up sleeping in the common room and even talked about spending Christmas together! Like what on earth went through that pretty little head of yours when you decided to kiss him? Is he really that much better than me?” Fred’s whole body had turned to Y/N, his eyes pleading with her for some sort of explanation as to why she chose Diggory.

She smiled slightly “Freddie, did you ever actually state that those were dates or ever ask me to go on a date with you?”

His eyes widened “no, I thought it was fairly obvious what they were” he huffed.  

She turned to the side and sat up on her knees, “how many girls have you taken on dates from school?”.

The question shocked Fred, why was she asking about other girls?  

“None, I don’t date girls”  

“So, why did you think I would just assume they were dates?”, Y/N was confused, she never really thought Fred would like her like that, obviously what she was told today gave her a hint but she never knew what to think about the dates, she could only hope they meant as much to Fred as they did her.

Fred couldn’t come up with an answer, he sat with his mouth open and closing like a fish out of water for a minute and a half, “it wasn’t obvious?”.Y/N shook her head no. “Well what did you thunk they were?” he was so curious as to how she never figured out they were dates.  

“Well I… I mean I thought we were just hanging out. I kinda hoped they were dates but you don’t exactly have the reputation for dating do you Freddie? I kinda just always thought I was like Angelina or Katie or Alicia. I always wanted to ask but I was scared, I didn’t want to lose you as a friend”  

Fred couldn’t believe what he was hearing, was his reputation really that bad? I mean just because everyone knew he didn’t date didn’t mean he never dated anyone. “Oh” was all that left his mouth.  

“Yeah, oh” Y/N chuckled as she watched Fred’s brows knit together as his thoughts took over.  

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Fred decided to speak “so, say if you knew they were like… official dates, would you have kissed Diggory?”  

“Of course I wouldn’t have” she shook her head quickly.

“Would you have kissed me instead?” A cheeky grin took over Fred’s face.

“If I knew they were dates I would have kissed you the first night we came out here” she giggled and Fred couldn’t help but grin.  

“So what’s going on with you and Diggory then?” Even saying his name pissed Fred off.

“Nothing, he kissed me and then sat with me at dinner out of the blue, I’d hardly call that dating”.  

“What about me and you? Are we…you know…dating? Just since we’ve agreed that we have been on plenty of dates” he emphasised plenty as he chuckled at her.  

“Well that’s up to you Freddie, I thought you didn’t date” she teased, poking his chest.  

“I don’t date, unless I know the girl is right for me and someone I can see a future with so…”

“You see a future with me?” She interrupted him mid sentence.  

“Of course I do, the second I laid my eyes on you, I knew you were special. You literally took my breath away that day on the train, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone as beautiful as you. And these last few weeks…months, have only shown me how well we work together. Seeing you every morning in the hall just makes me feel so.. so good, and then when we are alone it’s like no one else exists. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, I’ve had my guard up for so long, sticking with people I know and am comfortable around and then you came along and the walls I’d built up crumbled. I’ve told you things that not even George knows. I just can’t explain it, I think that if I lost you now I’d be lost.”  

A few tears slipped down Y/N’s cheek whilst Fred spoke. He looked back up at the stars and wrapped his arm around her waist beside him.  

“Of course I can see a future with you, I picture it all the time. We’d have our own little house out in the country and a massive garden where the kids could play quidditch or some muggle sport that you’d get them into and we’d have a good space for outside summer parties like what we have at the burrow. Our kids would each have their own room so they didn’t have to share like George and I and they’d be little pranksters like me but just as smart and talented as you. oh and we’d have a dog, mum never let me have one …”

“We’d have kids?” Y/N’s soft voice brought Fred back to reality.  

He looked down at her “of course we would” he smiled “and we’d have a big wedding, like what Bill and Fleur are planning but we’d have to wait a bit after school before all that started”  

“Wow…you’ve really thought all this through Freddie” she giggled “so now that I know all about the future that you have planned for us,  what do we do now?”

Fred gave her a puzzled look raising his eyebrows whilst he raked his brain for an answer. “Uh….”

Y/N laughed “shouldn’t you ask me something?”

“Oh yeah right, I forgot. Would you like to go on a a date with me?”.  

Y/N frowned slightly, Fred’s eyes widened “what did I do something wrong?”  

“No..it’s just… never mind. I’d love to go on a date with you” She smiled up to him, cuddling into his side. As much as she would have loved the official title of being his she would wait as long as it took.

He pulled her blanket away from her and wrapped it around him. “Oi Freddie that’s mine, give it back” she giggled as she tried to pull the blanket back from him. Fred stretched his arm and held the blanket away from her, she got on her knees and leaned over Fred trying to get it. She placed her knees at either side of his thighs as she tried to reach over.  

She finally gave up and rested in his lap, “Freddie it’s cold” she pouted. Fred’s breath caught in his throat as he looked down at the position they were in. His eyes looked at her lips, then her eyes and then her lips again. God he wanted to kiss her, he wanted to see how it felt.  

Y/N leaned forward and placed her lips on Fred, he was surprised that she initiated the kiss but quickly responded, his hands dropped her blanket and went to her hips and pulled her closer to him, making sure his hands didn’t sit to low. His tongue glided across her bottom lip asking for entrance which she gladly excepted, their lips moving in perfect harmony.  

Y/N couldn’t help but think about how right this felt, Cedric was nothing compared to Fred, as cliché as it sounds she saw fireworks and butterflies fluttered in her stomach.  

Fred had never had a kiss this good, in all honesty he never really kissed the girls he had sex with, it just made the encounter far to intimate for him. But kissing Y/N felt amazing, he loved being so close to her. He pulled back and rested his forehead against hers “I hope you know you’re mine now”, Y/N nodded eagerly before pulling him close for another kiss.  

They spent the rest of the night cuddled up under the stars watching as the sun came out. They walked hand in hand to the castle and sat at the Gryffindor table for breakfast. George was the first to come down and see them sat together “ah no more tears over Y/N then Freddie, did you finally convince her to give you a chance?” he poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice.  

“Yes Georgie he did” George choked on his juice slightly before grinning like the Cheshire Cat.  

“Finally! It’s taken you both long enough, sorry for the glares yesterday Y/N, they were mainly at Diggory, I just don’t like seeing Fred upset”.  

Y/N just shrugged before smiling at George “It’s okay Georgie, I don’t like seeing him upset either” she laughed and took a bite of the strawberry she was eating.

The rest of Fred’s friends came down, congratulating the two for finally getting together. Ginny came and sat with them, a big grin on her face. “All worked out in the end then ay Freddie” she teased as she ruffled his hair, “you made the right choice Y/N, perfect diggory is nothing compared to our Freddie”.  

Fred rolled his eyes as Y/N chuckled “you’re right about that”. They ate their breakfast in peace, Fred noticed Cedric come in and pulled Y/N close for a passionate kiss, all of his friends whooping and cheering making sure everyone’s eyes were drawn to them. They both pulled away, Y/N blushing and burying her head in Fred’s chest.  

Ron came over just as they were leaving “here’s the letter to mum gin, just Fred and George left to say if they’re taking anyone home for Christmas” he handed the parchment to George who lazily scribbled Lee’s name down with a little message before handing it to Fred.  

“Do you still want to come?” he looked down to Y/N whilst everyone else engaged in conversation, “If you want me to come I’m there” she smiled up at him and watched him scribble on the parchment.  

Hi mum,

I hope you and dad are good, I miss you both.  

I’m going to take my girlfriend home for Christmas, her name is Y/N Y/L/N, give her a sweater that would fit me please – she keeps stealing mine!

See you soon.  

Love, Freddie x  

He handed the letter back to Ginny before pulling Y/N away from the table, “time for our first date as official boyfriend and Girlfriend” he smirked before leading her to one of the secret passages to Hogsmeade.  

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Having his girlfriend at the burrow for Christmas was everything Fred wanted and more. He never realised how much he had missed out on. They spent their days cuddled up on the couch watching old films whilst drinking hot chocolate, or out in the snow sledding or building snowmen. Every night was filled with more movies, games and of course Y/N reading muggle tales to Fred as they cuddled in front of the fire (although some of those tales were interrupted by mr Weasley who was so fascinated by the things muggles came up with in their stories).  

It was Christmas Eve and all of the family were heading up to their rooms, Fred tugged Y/N over to the front door and slid her jacket over her shoulders before securing her hat to her head and tying her scarf loosely around her neck. “Get on your boots cutie, I’ve got a surprise”. As Y/N got on her wellies, Mrs Weasley came over with a basket in hand.

“Everything you asked for Freddie” she popped it on the floor, “good night dearie, Freddie is so lucky to have found you” she wrapped her arms around Y/N, she did the same to Fred after he was ready. Walking over to the stairs she stopped and turned on her heels “remember when you get back to go to your separate rooms, I’m not ready to be a grandmother just yet” with a wink she made her way up the stairs.  

“She’s honestly something else” Fred chuckled taking Y/N’s hand in his and leading her out to the garden.  

“I think she’s great”  

Fred used his wand to conjure up a seating area for the two of them and a little fire in front of them. In the basket was blankets, two mugs, a flask of hot chocolate and some marshmallows.  

“Freddie this looks great” Y/N couldn’t help but smile at Fred, she was so lucky to have him.  

He grabbed her wrist and looked at her watch, “five minutes to go” he wrapped a blanket around them both before getting the hot chocolate for them.  

He wrapped an arm around them as they watched the stars “they look so much prettier here than they do at school” Y/N looked up at Fred who was already watching her.

“You look just as pretty here as you do at school” he kissed her forehead. The clock struck midnight and suddenly fireworks started going off.  

Red ones, green ones, white ones, ones in the shape of Santa, ones in the shape of snowmen, Y/N couldn’t look away from them, they were beautiful. Suddenly the fireworks made two figures, they showed two people that Y/N recognised very clearly, it was her and Fred sat in two chairs, the scene sort of reminded her of the times they spent in the library. Next showed the two of them near a circle of blue, this reminded her of all the times they’d spent at the black lake.  

Finally the fireworks showed them kissing and “merry Christmas Y/N” was spelt above them, with “I love you” underneath.  

Y/N gasped as she looked over at Fred, a few tears had escaped her eyes and Fred softly wiped his thumb across her cheek, smiling down at her. “Do you really?” She asked in disbelief.  

“I love you” he placed a kiss to her lips, slow and gentle before pulling back. Y/N was practically grinning from ear to ear “I love you too Freddie”. They sat outside a little longer continuously saying those three special words to each other. They made their way back inside, sitting on the couch for a cuddle before bed. “Merry Christmas Freddie” Y/N yawned and cuddled into his chest.  

“Merry Christmas cutie” he kissed her forehead, his eyes shut.

They woke up the next morning to Mrs Weasley standing above them “I said separate rooms” she said sternly before breaking out into a smile “merry Christmas you two” she kissed both of their foreheads before going into the kitchen.  

Fred and Y/N were the first ones up, when they joined her in the kitchen they both apologies only to be waved off my Molly.

Soon it was time for presents, everyone received a jumper from Mrs Weasley and she followed Fred’s instructions, ensuring the jumper with Y/N’s initial was the same size as Fred’s.

Fred and Y/N left opening each other’s presents until last. Y/N got Fred a new beater for quidditch, some sweeties from honeydukes and a big teddy in the shape of a dog, “I know how much you’ve always wanted one” she winked. Fred grinned from ear to ear as he showed off his new bat to George.

It was now Y/N’s turn, there was a small box on the floor with her name on it, she carefully took off the wrapping paper and opened the box to reveal the most beautiful bracelet she had ever seen, there was a W charm attached with a broom and a star either side. “Oh Freddie I love it, thank you so much!” she practically flew into Fred’s arms giving him a big cuddle and a kiss.

“I love you” he whispered into her ear.  

“I love you too”  

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Aelflaed gets some pre-wedding jitters. Aethelflaed knows exactly how she feels.

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“If Aunt Aelflaed was married to your dad and now she’s getting remarried, what does that make Aalys?” Aelfwynn asks Aethelstan in the backseat. “Your step-stepmum?”

“My stepmum once removed?” he guesses.

“You only say ‘removed’ when there’s a generational difference,” Aldhelm says. “Like how Aethelwold is your first cousin once removed.”

“Okay, nerd,” Aelfwynn says, kicking his seat.

The car’s bluetooth picks up a call from Aethelflaed’s phone, the word “MUM” flashing across the screen.

“Five quid says it’s about the catering,” Aethelflaed says before she accepts the call. “Hi, Mum.”

“Aethelflaed! Did you know this wedding isn’t catered?!”

Aethelflaed and Aldhelm trade a look.

“I had a feeling.”

“They’re grilling for dinner! Grilling! Someone named Root has brought vegan burgers and gluten-free buns!”

“Well, that’s what they want to do,” Aethelflaed says calmly. “Aelflaed has already done the big church wedding, now she and Aalys just want to celebrate with a few loved ones in the privacy of their backyard.”

“But burgers, Aethelflaed!”

“We’ll be there soon, Mum, so unless there’s something else–”

“Oh, just hurry, I can hardly keep these friends of Aelflaed and Aalys’s straight.”

“I don’t think any of them are.”

“What?”

“Nothing. See you soon.” Aethelflaed ends the call.

They pull up in front of the house a few minutes later, parking on the country road and letting themselves into the backyard.

As soon as they lay eyes on the informal wedding setup and the mingling guests, most of whom are Aelflaed and Aalys’s queer art friends, Aethelstan says, “It’s giving cottagecore.”

Aelswith rushes up to them, looking stunningly out of place in a not-inexpensive dress and heels. “Thank God! I’ve just discovered the wedding cake is chocolate– made from avocados! Is nothing sacred?!”

“I’m actually morbidly curious about that,” Aldhelm admits. “How does one get the chocolate flavor from an avocado?”

“One doesn’t!” Aelswith snaps.

“Mum, please,” Aethelflaed sighs. “Just…let them have their wedding.”

“Where’s Aelfweard?” Aelfwynn asks.

“He’s inside, getting ready,” Aelswith says. “Edward’s here, too; come say hello.”

They follow Aelswith into the house, where Edward is indeed in the living room, looking at all the books Aelflaed and Aalys keep on their bookshelves. He looks up when he sees his family enter, pointing at the books.

“They sure have a lot of books about being a lesbian,” he jokes.

“Well, you have to take a course,” Aalys says, appearing in the doorway. “Otherwise they don’t let you do it.”

“Aalys, you look beautiful,” Aethelflaed says, coming forward to kiss the other woman’s cheek.

Aalys does look beautiful in a white cotton maxi dress, a flower crown sitting on her head. She smiles serenely at Aethelflaed, squeezing her hands. “Thank you, Aethelflaed. I’m so glad you were able to make it today. Root is going to make vegan burgers, it should be a treat.”

Aelswith offers a pained looking smile. “How special.”

While they all politely discuss the wedding, Aelfwynn excuses herself to the bathroom…and then reappears at Aethelflaed’s side a moment later, whispering urgently, “Mum, Aunt Aelflaed’s in the bathroom, crying.”

Aethelflaed looks at her sharply. “What?”

“She was crying. I didn’t know what to do…do you think we should tell Aalys…?”

“No.” Aethelflaed glances at Aalys, who’s talking at length about the avocado cake, and then whispers to Aelfwynn, “Keep everyone in here, if you can, or get them outside, but whatever happens, do not let anyone know that Aelflaed has been crying, especially Aalys.”

Aelfwynn nods, remaining behind while Aethelflaed slips away to the bathroom.

She can hear Aelflaed’s muffled sobs from the other side of the door. Taking a deep breath, she raises her fist and knocks softly. “Aelflaed? It’s me. Aethelflaed.”

The sobbing stops.

“Aelflaed, can I come in? Please?”

There’s a long pause, and then a moment later, the lock clicks and the door opens.

Aelflaed’s eyes are red, mascara running down her cheeks. Thankfully, none of it has made it onto her lace dress, but Aethelflaed steps inside and wets some toilet paper, wiping the other woman’s cheeks and eyes to prevent any accidents.

“What’s going on?” she asks softly.

Aelflaed shakes her head, sniffing. “I’m just, you know…having a little panic attack.”

Aethelflaed closes the door behind her. “Wanna talk about it?”

Aelflaed breathes deeply. “I just…I’m worried I’m making a mistake. I love Aalys,” she adds quickly. “But I loved Edward too, you know? And then we got married and it was like…we became different people. And I’m afraid…maybe the same thing will happen to Aalys and me.” Tears fill her eyes again. “Maybe even though we love each other more than Edward and I loved each other and even though we know each other better, the same thing will happen.”

Aethelflaed rubs her arm. “You know, I was worried about the same thing the morning I married Aldhelm.”

Aelflaed stops crying. “Really?”

Aethelflaed nods. “I’d made such a huge mistake with Aethelred, and even though I was sure about Aldhelm, the morning of the wedding, I was suddenly full of doubts. I almost called it off.”

“What made you decide not to?”

Aethelflaed thinks for a moment. “Because…I knew that even if we changed, our love for each other wouldn’t…if that makes sense.” She flushes a little at the uncharacteristic sentimentality, but plunges ahead, “I think it’s normal for people to grow and change throughout their lives, and sometimes the people you and your partner grow into are nothing like the people you were when you first met. And maybe you and Aalys will become different people, but…I don’t think your love for each other is going anywhere.”

Aelflaed’s eyes fill with tears again. “That’s beautiful.”

Aethelflaed smiles. “You love Aalys, and she loves you, and if you are scared and you do need to call off the wedding for today or for a year or even fifty years, she’ll understand…but I think you’ll be okay.”

Aelflaed nods, sniffing. “I think so, too.” She wipes her eyes, giving Aethelflaed an abashed smile. “I wish you were still my sister-in-law.”

“I’m still your sister-in-law. I’m not going anywhere, either,” Aethelflaed promises, hugging her.

.

When the two women reemerge from the bathroom twenty minutes later, Aelflaed’s makeup has been so successfully reapplied that no one would know she’d been crying if they weren’t looking. In fact, no one even seems to notice that the two women were missing; Aalys is still extolling the virtues of unconventional cooking while Aldhelm listens politely and Aelswith and Edward look as though they’re watching their dreams being dashed.

“Ready?” Aelflaed asks, slipping her arm through Aalys’s.

Aalys beams at her. “When you are.”

.

The wedding is beautiful. The ceremony is short and simple, but Aelflaed and Aalys’s vows still manage to make everyone tear up. After, they play music over just one speaker for those who want to dance and set up a separate area with mismatched chairs and benches for those who’d rather just sit back and relax. A person named Root does indeed prepare vegan burgers and there is an avocado chocolate cake, which Aelswith reluctantly admits is “not that bad.” Later, Aethelflaed pretends not to notice when her mother furtively pulls out her phone to search for the recipe.

When Aelflaed is dancing with Aelfweard, mother and son beaming at each other, Aalys approaches Aethelflaed, squeezing her hand.

“I know what you did for Aelflaed today,” she says softly. “And I want to thank you.”

“Oh,” Aethelflaed says, flushing, “it was nothing.”

But Aalys shakes her head. “It wasn’t nothing. It meant a lot, coming from you.”

Aethelflaed’s flush deepens, touched by the kind words. “Well…I’m glad I could help.”

Aalys smiles, squeezing her hand again before she goes to check on her friends.

Aldhelm comes up beside Aethelflaed, glancing after Aalys. “What was that about?”

“Aelflaed had a little panic before the wedding, and I talked her down, and I guess she told Aalys about it.”

“Really?” he asks with interest, looking at Aelflaed. She seems calm and happy now, not panicked in the least. “What was she panicking about?”

“Oh, you know. What if she and Aalys became different people after they got married, what if they fell out of love. That sort of thing.”

He considers this. “Did you panic before our wedding?”

“Yes. I think most brides panic before their weddings.” She glances at him. “Does that bother you?”

He shakes his head, taking a swig from his water bottle. “No, because I also had a panic before our wedding.”

“You never told me that!”

“Well, it was a bit embarrassing, to be frank with you,” he says drily. “I seriously considered Gone Girl -ing myself.”

“You could never.”

“I really couldn’t.”

She turns to fully face him. “What did you panic about?”

He shrugs. “I just wasn’t sure if you were making the right decision.”

“If I was making the right decision?” she asks in surprise.

“Mm; I was afraid that I’d tricked you somehow into believing I was a better person than I really was.”

“And what got you out of it?”

“It’s disgustingly sentimental, I warn you.”

“Go on.”

He fiddles with the cap of his water bottle. “I didn’t want to live without you, so I decided I’d simply try and become that better person until it was true.”

“That is disgustingly sentimental,” she says, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing him. “Do you want to sneak off and have a quickie?”

“Need you ask?”

She smiles, kissing him again. “I love you.” Her arms tighten around him. “And I always will.”

[soft-for-them]

husband has a real ring to it ♡ sam wilson x male reader

anon: hey so like, being sam wilson's husband (or new husband) at your wedding??? (sorry it’s a bit short...)

i haven’t specified if the male reader is cis or trans but there is a bit in here where the reader compares themself to steve, whether you see this as the reader being trans or cis is up to you.

the gif has no significance it’s just a good gif... also there is a HUGE lack of sam content out there. people get you shit together and write about my fave man. not proof read.

It is an odd time.

The country you now stand in is completely foreign to you. Nat can speak the language; you think it might me some form of Russian. If you could guess you think you might be in the Ukraine or a country that was once a part of Soviet Union.

None of the on the run Avengers will tell you exactly where you are for you safety but you don’t care.

All you care about right now is the blazer you just tried on is too wide at the shoulders.

Even Steve says the shoulders of the jet black jacket are too wide even for him and that saying something coming from a man who was artificially made to be the spitting image of masculinity and heroism.

Sometimes you do get jealous of the super soldier and how he came to be.

Once a skinny and short kid now the second most handsome man you’ve ever seen, sometimes you think ‘if only i was as strong as Steve and not a useless civilian’.

Thought if anyone hears your negative thoughts in this small, cramped room off the side of a small abandoned church you would be done for. 

Natasha, Wanda, Steve and Sam have always loved you and they don’t tolerate your pessimism at all. None of them will take your self-loathing especially on this very day.

But that’s the thing, you’re not self-loathing today. You push away any non-happy thoughts and put on a genuine smile.

It may not be official in the eyes of the law for your other half is a wanted war criminal but your getting married to your long time boyfriend Sam Wilson today and nothing will stop you from doing so. You have both promised that he will properly marry you but for now you have agreed to exchanging rings.

‘Where did you find this place?’ you ask Nat as she takes you too big blazer from you.

The place is completely and utterly abandoned in the middle of nowhere. Plants have caved in apart of the roof but the stained glass still absorbs and reflects light making the rotten pews look like the seats of a king.

‘I knew you might not want to get married in a church but this is the safest place I could find, that with the fact this is no longer a place of worship.’ She walks over to you and tucks a handkerchief into your white dress shirt pocket.

Regardless of if your religious or not you know this place is a perfectly acceptable place to trade rings with the man you love.

Nat looks you over and smiles, her arms wrapping themselves around you in a rare hug.

‘You look very handsome (y/n).’ she mutters.

‘Even with my beard?’ you half joke, referring to the scraggly hair growing back on your chin from shaving it off the week before for a disguise.

‘You have a better beard that Sam and Cap put together.’ Her tone is joyous but utterly serious which makes you smile grow even bigger.

You do not feel any negativity, all you feel is utter euphoria in your wedding attire.

‘You ready to go’ she whispers like a happy mother about to marry off her only son.

All you do is nod as you let her lead you out to the alter where you both wait for Sam and Cap to arrive.

Wanda sits in a front pew; she very obviously misses Vision and if it was up to you he would be here to celebrate for you had befriended the synthetic man before the ‘civil war’ happened.

But alas none of you can risk you all being found out on your unofficial wedding day.

For a moment you all wait in silence looking up the stain glass of some kind of saint.

This isn’t the place you want to get married in but you can see it’s charm even if it’s been abandoned, ransacked and left to rot.

You can imagine Steve giving Sam a prep talk, for he had given you one about an hour before.

When Steve had talked to you he seemed like a overjoyed father, even with the tears in his eyes, you’re still thankful the super soldier talked to you.

Your waiting is cut short as the side door that you and Nat had came through opens to show both Steve and Sam.

Steve walks out first, holding the door open for Sam then Sam walks out, his eyes automatically on you.

‘Ow, I though Steve was going to walk you down the aisle.’ Wanda quips to Sam despite her brooding feelings.

A short conversation goes on between Sam and Steve (probably another pep talk) but all you can focus on is Sam looking at you as he talks to Steve.

Steve pats Sam on the shoulder, which turns into a hug, then he lets him go.

 Sam wears a suit very similar to yours; a simple black suit that could be found quickly and very easily without being detected by Tony or an of the American government.

The woman in the small mum and pop shop where very kind to you both despite their being a language barrier, they had helped you get the suits for a good price.

Much like you also Sam wears no blazer jacket, with you don’t mind considering you can see every muscle through the hand made white shirt.

‘Where’s your blazer?’ you ask.

He walks right out to you and holds your hands. His hands are cold but you assume it’s from standing around in a derelict church for a while.

‘It was too small in the shoulders.’ He smiles, the gap in teeth showing.

‘Ah, that could have been my blazer Sam.’ You laugh grabbing the attention of the others. You all laugh at the mishap of the mixed up blazer but that doesn’t really matter.

Wanda stands up and passes both of you the rings; one single silver band with your name carved on the inside for you and a much fancier looking ring for Sam. Despite Sam’s ring looking more expensive it’s actually very cheap.

He had quickly bought it when you were all hiding out in China, Sam had quickly realised that he had a ring for you but he didn’t have one for himself. He’s had your pure silver ring for years now waiting for the right moment to give it to you.

 ‘How do we actually do this?’ you whisper whilst the other sit down on the pews.

‘I don’t really know, maybe when just exchange the rings and say something.’

‘Like vows? Do we kiss?’ the questioning isn’t really that serious for the two of you are smiling like idiots.

‘Well all I can say is that I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you-’ Sam begins saying as he slips the silver ring on your finger, ’-I love you my husband.”’

’Wow… husband has a real ring to it.’ You beam as look down at Sam’s hands, you fingers nimbly placing his ring on, ‘-Does this now mean I get to kiss the bride?’

Your joke not only makes yourself laugh but you can hear the laughter of the other in the background.

‘Gladly.’ Is all Sam say before holding your face and kissing you.

.

.

.

honestly i don’t think this is the best thing ever but i’m posting it.

i’ve been writing a lot of ftm trans reader requests today so i kind of automatically wrote the reader as trans at first. i’ve changed it so the reader can be cis or trans but i just putting that out there just in case i’ve forgotten to change something. (sorry)

also i know that many people have different types of weddings and cultures so i’ve tried to make it as ambiguous as i can, that why it’s not a technically legal wedding.

anyway, sam is the best and i would love to write more fics for him!

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 4

Will

Cult girl attends her grandmother's funeral and is approached with a highly unorthodox last will and testament.

@wisesandwichshark

Trigger warnings: emotional manipulation and abuse, verbal abuse, death, slight emetophobia, body-shaming, ED mention, pregnancy and family planning

There was no use recounting anything from the leading up to the funeral. You spent that first night wine-drunk, munching on foie gras, watching Arrested Development and diagnosing each character to the best of your psychological abilities. You remembered cry-laughing at the same jokes you had memorized, and reminiscing on all the insane shit your own personal Lucille Bluth pulled on you. That was the highlight of the week. It was all downhill from there. 

Firstly, you were sick. That Sunday, you wrote it off as a hangover. Then, the hangover returned with a vengeance, just to add salt to the already open wound of having to pretend to mourn your abusive grandmother. At least the physical pain would give your acting an air of sincerity, you thought. 

Hannibal dressed in a solid black tux: it was almost uncanny to see him outside of any of his normal checkered suits. You selected a plain black dress and a strand of pearls.

The funeral was to be held at the same country club Anna’s wedding was held. Your grandmother was like a pharaoh, insisting that the empire she built know that even in death, she reigned supreme. The country club was her pyramid. 

Anna asked if you wanted to say a few words. As much as you wanted to get up and tell all her country club friends about the time she reported you as an abducted child at age twenty-two when you refused to leave your boyfriend and move back in with her, you knew that it wasn’t in good taste. You racked your brain for any story that could be considered remotely funeral-appropriate, but none came to mind. 

You spent the entire funeral trying not to roll your eyes too obviously at the stories of abuse her country club friends somehow remembered fondly. Your soul just left your body throughout the entire process and you were unsure if it would ever return. 

All things considered, it could have gone much worse. Then, it did. 

The beginning of the end was when your grandmother’s estate lawyer pulled you and Anna aside to conduct the reading of the will. He showed you to a side room, then excused himself before closing the door behind him. 

“Hello, [F/N].” Liam greeted, trying to cut through the awkward silence that came with first seeing each other after four straight years. “I’m very sorry about your gran. She was a great woman.” 

You gave him a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Thanks, Lee. I appreciate it.” 

“No she doesn’t.” Anna muttered. “And it’s Liam.” 

“I don’t mind ‘Lee’.” Liam contested. “My mum called me Lee. I actually quite like it.” 

Anna was in one of her ‘I’m so upset, please ask me why’ moods. She sat on one of the heavy armchairs with her legs crossed and eyes to the wall. You weren’t going to bite. 

Liam wasn’t so cautious. “Princess, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing.” She pouted, not even dignifying her husband with a look. “I just think it’s interesting that I put the funeral together all by myself and someone couldn’t even be bothered to speak.” 

You shot Liam a look that said ‘way to go, jackass’. 

“Yeah,” You said, sitting down in an adjacent armchair. “That must suck.” 

Anna glared at you. “You really have nothing to say? Really?” 

You tensed up. “Let’s see, which charming anecdote would you have me tell? How about that time when she made you wear a fat suit for an hour after you complained about how the low-carb ice cream tasted like chemicals?” 

Liam looked in shock at his wife. “Did she really?” 

“Once.” Anna confessed, holding up one finger. 

You turned to Liam, as if you were sharing some hot gossip. “That was all it took to give her an eating disorder when she was thirteen.” 

Hannibal was just a fly on the wall. Anna noticed his lack of reaction. 

“And I bet Hannibal knows all about this, huh?” Anna said, throwing her hand in his direction. “Because he just needs to hear all of our private family business, right?” 

You stood up from your seat. “First of all, I take offense at the implication that my fiancée isn’t family.” 

An evil smile spread on Anna’s face. “But he wasn’t always your fiancé, was he, [F/N]?” 

“Holy shit, you cracked the code.” You said, flatly. “There was a point in time when Hannibal and I weren’t an item. Real shocker, that one.” 

“You know what I mean.” She sneered, then approached Hannibal. “Dr. Lecter, is it true that before you and [F/N] became romantically involved, you were her therapist?” 

Liam looked scandalized. Hannibal was just as put-together as always. 

“That is true.” He said, feeling no shame whatsoever. 

Anna turned back to you. “Now don’t you think that’s just a smidge unethical? For a therapist to date their much younger patient?” 

You narrowed your eyes. You carried yourself with the lightness of a woman who finally had the moral high ground. “So you want to talk about what’s ethical, huh? I suppose that means you’ve told Liam about pineapple.”

All the blood drained from her face. You crossed your arms and held your head up a little higher. 

“That’s what I thought.” You grinned. 

“Look, could we just pretend to be a normal, functioning family for ten minutes?” Anna pleaded, as if there were anyone other than herself to blame for provoking an argument.

“That’s on you two.” Liam, rightfully, pointed out. He gestured to himself and then to Hannibal. “Neither of us have said anything.” 

The estate lawyer must have gotten his juris doctorate alongside a master's in impeccable fucking timing, because that was when he decided to make his entrance.

"I'm sorry for the wait, everyone." He announced. "And I'm sorry for having to pull you aside in your hour of mourning. Usually the last will and testament is handled through email to the beneficiaries, but your grandmother was quite adamant it be approached this way."

"That definitely sounds like her." You said, exchanging glances with Hannibal. You'd talked about this for what felt like hours the week prior. She was going to pull some last-minute bullshit to humiliate you from beyond the grave. Give all the inheritance to Anna and leave a snide comment about you in a legal document. You knew it was coming. All you could hope was for it to be quick.

The lawyer pulled an envelope from his briefcase. "She specifically asked for her two living grandchildren and their significant others to be present."

"Did she say it like that?" Anna raised an eyebrow. "Or was it more like, 'Anna and her husband, and [F/N] and her therapist'?"

"Mrs. Young," Hannibal said, taking your hand. "Until you tell your husband about pineapple, you aren't allowed to judge us."

Anna glared at you. "What the hell? He knows, too?!"

"Yeah." You answered. "I tell him everything."

"Okay, who or what is pineapple?" Liam interjected. "And why do I get the feeling I'm the only one not in the know, here?"

"That's cause you are." You confirmed. "And you have your lovely wife to thank for that."

"Everyone!" The lawyer called out. Clearly, he'd seen his share of dysfunctional families. "Please, let me just read the will and you can continue arguing afterwards."

"Y'know what? Fair enough." You said, crossing your legs. "Let's rip off this band-aid, shall we?"

The lawyer opened the envelope and produced a single page. He cleared his throat.

"I, Beatrice [L/N], being of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath all my worldly possessions-" He began reading the long first sentence. "Including but not limited to, a collective sum of $45 million, the family home and my shares of the country club, to the first of my granddaughters to give birth."

You expected nothing. You expected something. But you never could have expected this.

"Can you please read that last part again?" You asked, unsure if what you heard was the result of a stroke.

"The entire inheritance goes to the first one of you to have a baby." The lawyer clarified, trying to make it sound like a reasonable arrangement.

"That makes sense." Anna said, nodding.

You looked at her, dumbfounded. "How in the fuck on fire does that make sense to you?"

"Well, the money would be going to a good cause." She rationalized. "To raise the baby, right?"

You shook your head. "No, this is insane. Grandma has always had this weird obsession with bloodlines, and now she's trying to incentivize us to carry it out."

"What happens if neither of us can, y'know?" Anna asked.

The lawyer pushed his glasses up his nose. "If neither granddaughter is willing to produce a child, the entire inheritance will go to the Eagle Forum, so my ungrateful grandchildren can learn about family values."

"She hated the Eagle Forum!" Anna objected. "She wouldn't dare."

"She absolutely would." You pressed your fingers into your forehead. "That's upper-class white moderates for you. And she doesn't have to be around to see when they name a fucking wing after her."

"The Beatrice [L/N] center for denying women bodily autonomy." Hannibal said. "It's quite fitting."

"[F/N], we can't let that happen." Anna pleaded. "We can't let Eagle Forum get a penny of that money."

"Why the hell not?" You said. Though on principle, you agreed, you knew this was just another one of your grandmother's power grabs. At the end of the day, she chose to leave her money to the Eagle Forum. And it would be her name on that check, not yours.

"Oh my god, you actually hate babies more than you hate conservatives." Anna stood with her mouth agape.

"Don't put words in my mouth." You snapped. "I don't hate babies. I hate grandma for trying to threaten me into having one. I hate grandma for pinning us against each other and making sure it stays that way."

"What do you have against giving me a little niece or nephew, huh?" Anna folded her arms.

"I'm fucking done." You said, throwing up your hands. "This will be the last you ever see of me."

Of course, that's what you said the last time.

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Baseless Jealousy

Oliver Wood Cousin!Reader x Jealous!Fred Weasley

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BG: Fred and y/n’s relationship is currently 3 years long strong. After a summer apart, it seems to be a 3rd party had become closer to y/n. Is it something that Fred has to worry about or is it just baseless jealousy?

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You and Fred started dating 3 years ago. Fred would like to believe that the relationship is strong, other people believes it so too. However ever since the start of 5th year, something started to get on his nerves, or should he say someone.

See, Fred had noticed you getting closer to his Quidditch captain, Oliver wood. He didn’t want to blame it on the summer you two spent apart but he could quite help himself. You had spent the entire apart, no letters whatsoever. At first, he tried to be understanding, it was after all a summer you and your family spent in Italy while attending your aunt’s wedding, you had told him that this was the first time in 8 years that the whole side of your mother’s family was present as they were all scattered into various parts of the world. He understood the importance of family so he had let it slide that you and he hadn’t communicated in the past 2 months- besides, it must be really exhausting to overwork the owls to post cross country.

Which was why he was so excited to finally see you in person at Platform 9 ¾ on the first of September, to his dismay, you had arrived with Oliver Wood. Back then he had pushed his jealousy aside and concluded as a coincidence that you had turned up together at the barrier. You and Oliver are just friends, he told himself, and that was completely fine.

Fred had sneaked a hug behind you and whispered into your ear. ‘Had a great summer?’

You had jumped at the touch but once you realised who is was from you relaxed. ‘Ohh Freddie!’ You turned and hit his chest. ‘Don’t scare me like that!’ Earning a laugh from him. ‘I did, I had such great times catching up with my cousins! You wouldn’t believe how much trouble we almost got into. But of course.’ Your fingers played with the back of his head. ‘I missed having my love around.’

~

‘Hey love I’m off to Quidditch practice now.’ Fred informed, kissing your cheek. ‘Will you be there?’ Ever since you and Fred got together 3 years ago, you would go cheer him on during Quidditch practices whenever you can.

This year however, more are at stake.

During the semi-finals, Quidditch matches are dotted with professional quidditch team mangers in hopes to scout for potential recruits to join their team upon graduation.

It is rumoured that the manager for Puddlemere United would be attending the next match, Hufflepuff vs Gryffindor. Puddlemere United being Oliver’s favourite and dream team, he had been pushing the team with more frequent trainings then ever, hoping to perform the best game they would ever play, to further increase his chances to chosen to be part of the team.

You looked up from the letter you were writing. ‘Yep, just gotta make a quick stop to the owlery. I’ll soon you soon okay?’

~

Arriving at the owlery, a large parcel instantly caught your eye. ‘Oh mum..’ Examining for any potential damage, which thankfully weren’t any.

The barn owl nearest it hooted. ‘Alright! Alright! I was looking if there were damages.’ The owl flapped its wings in annoyance. ‘Here,’ offering your owl some treats. ‘You’ll need to store up some energy on the way back.’ Another hoot sounded, this time from a grey owl, that you recognised belonged too your mother. ‘There’s some for you too.’ After the 2 owls finished their food, you attached your letter your owl’s leg. ‘This is for mother, a thank you note on behalf of Ollie. I’ll write another when we see his reaction to this-I can’t wait.’ You bid the 2 birds goodbye, watching until they disappear unto the horizon.

Now you turn to face your major problem. You had thought that your mother would have had it placed in a box, rather what you got was a large parcel that is clearly wrapped with parchment, with no subtlety in hiding what it truly is.

~

You had finally manged to sneak the parcel into the Gryffindor boys’ locker room, though it had taken a lot more effort than you thought.

You were just leaving when you had bumped into someone.

‘oopf! Sorr-‘

‘y/n love! What are you doing here?’  Fred wondered, looking over your shoulder, trying to figure out what you were up to. ‘You missed the whole practice.’

‘ohh it’s nothing really----Ayyeee! Not so fast!’ You grabbed Harry’s shoulder, preventing him in enter any further. In all honestly, you hadn’t hidden Oliver’s surprise well, there aren’t a lot of hiding places in the changing room. Determined to not ruin the surprise, you need, you must get Oliver to see it first. ‘Had any of you seen Oli-‘

Right then you heard his unmistakably Scottish accent. ‘I’m just saying George, with this new and improve game plan, we are for sure going win the House Cup!’

‘Oliver!’ You shouted, pushing your boyfriend and Harry aside to reach him. ‘Come quick, I’ve got something to show you!’ With all your strength you hauled him to move faster.

‘What is it now y/n? Can’t you see I’m……..’ Oliver had come to a stop. Based on his sudden lack of complaining, you knew he spotted it.

‘It’s a gift from mum and dad. We thought it would future help your chances to be in the professional league.’ You noted. ‘I wasn’t sure which one of these was your locker, so I decided to just hide it behind the benches.’

Oliver hurriedly torn away the wrappings. ‘Oh my…. y/n! A FIREBOLT!’ He turned towards his teammates with eyes watery. ‘A FIREBOLT, A 1993 EBONY WOOD WITH BIRCH TWIGS FIREBOLT!’ He declared with glee.

Too caught up in your cousin’s precious reaction to your gift, you however had failed to noticed Fred displeasure.

‘I think I’m gonna be sick. So much for a girlfriend.’ He grumbled to George. ‘Excuse me.’ Shoving his broom to Harry, Fred walked out of the locker room.

The next thing you knew, you were spinning through the air. Oliver had lifted you in celebration, ‘Thank you y/n thank you so much!’ He mumbled into your hair. ‘Pass on my gratitude to Aunty and Uncle.’  

‘Wait? Did you just say Aunty and Uncle?’ voiced a very confused Harry.

‘Yea.’ Confirmed Oliver. ‘Y/n is my cousin.’

George’s bafflement turned into a startle. ‘You’re joking right?’

‘No, why would be joking George?’ You frowned. ‘Didn’t you know?’

‘Nope’ He replied, popping the “p”. ‘Now it clears everything up. Freddie is going to be--.’

‘Speaking of, where is Freddie?’ You scanned around, wondering where he might have gone to. Which was when you spotted Harry holding up not one but two brooms. ‘Harry…’

‘y/n listen…..Freddie is uhh ’ George was trying to come up how to break it to you gently.

When Harry blurted out. ‘He left.’

‘He whot?’ demanded Oliver.

‘He left, said something about being sick of his girlfriend.’ Commented Harry frankly. ‘owhh!’

Even though it would have been too late to stop Harry from spitting out more wrongfully worded sentences- the damaged has been done- It still made George happy to put some sense into him. Praying that a smack on the head would have made Harry shut up, George took control of the situation, hoping it could still salvage the weakening remain of his twin’s and y/n relationship.

‘Listen y/n. Regarding my idiot brother, you got to know that he, like everyone else in the room, had thought that you and Oliver were flirting with each other.’

‘eww!’ You couldn’t control your reflex.

‘yeah, his emotions got to the best of him when he witnessed everything that got down here and stormed out because of jealousy.’

‘Oh gosh.’ You head towards the door, you could see a red figure walking towards the castle, kicking at fallen leaves every now and then. ‘I’ve got to get to him.’

You felt someone grab your arm ‘No let me handle this y/n.’ voiced Oliver. ‘I’m part of this… complication after all, besides I bet Fred’s fuming right now and as your older cousin, I am willing to take the heat and make him see reason until he has finally calmed down to talk to you with a clear head.’ He explained reassuringly.

‘But---

‘No buts.’ Oliver kissed your forehead. ‘Stay here and send for him back so all this misunderstanding could be sorted out. Now…’ he addressed Harry to get his new firebolt. ‘I’ve got a relationship to fix.’ Oliver hopped on the broom and sped away.

~

‘Fred! Fred!’ Screamed Oliver.

Fred choose to ignore him, picking up his pace.

Leaving Oliver with no choice but to cut him off.

‘WEASLEY!’ Oliver jumped off his broom.

‘Get Out of My Way Wood!’ Fred raised his hand to shove the other boy away but met with resistance. ‘I SAID GET OUT!’ Fred tried to free his fist from Oliver’s grasp, but the older boy was much stronger.

‘Not until you calm down and listen to what I have to say.’

‘Fine.’ Oliver let go of him, he raised his arms high in surrender. ‘y/n sent you, didn’t she?’

‘No. I came here on my own will. I told her to stay behind to protect her.’ Oliver confessed.

‘To protect her?’ scoffed Fred. ‘From what? From me?’

‘Yes, as a matter of fact.’

‘Oh of course, it’s HER who needs protecting and not me. Not me, after I see you both shamelessly act so close to one another, closer, might I tell you then her own boyfriend! If was as if I wasn’t there’

‘Fred,’

Fred brushed his hand away, ignoring Oliver’s interruption. ‘When did you two get so close anyway? You know at first, I tried to pass it off as friendship but as time when on, I could help but think-‘

‘Y/N IS MY COUSIN!’ blurted Oliver, unable to hear another person thinking that they were other than family. ‘THERE’S NOTHING GOING ON BETWEEN US!’

‘what?’  

‘Apparently for some reason most of you lot don’t know. George and Harry were just as surprised too. But yes, y/n is my cousin, on my father’s side. My father and her mother are brothers and sisters. I thought with all these years we’ve known each other that you’d know we’re related. Guess I was wrong.’

‘I….I didn’t know.. I’m sorry.’

‘Apology accepted but we both know there is someone more deserving of hearing that apology.’ Oliver nodded towards the locker room. ‘She’s there waiting.’

‘Thank you, Oliver.’ He held out his hand. ‘Friends?’

‘Friends’ Oliver shook his hand, the stared straight into his eyes. ‘BUT…’

‘but?’

‘But if you hurt her again Weasley, you have me to answer for, that is of course after she’s done her share.’ Without another word, Oliver flew off, testing out his new gift.

~

Fred ran full speed ahead, praying that he didn’t completely ruin a wondering 3-year relationship with the girl of his dreams. Before entering the room, he conjured up a bouquet of your favourite flowers, hoping that could help out his image.

Testing the waters, he called. ‘y/n? are you in here love?’

‘In here’ you sighed. He hated hearing you so sad. He hated it more that it was him causing you to feel that way.

Cautiously he made his way to you with arms outstretched. You accepted the flowers, to that he let himself relax a bit, bringing them up to you nose, you noted. ‘They smell nice, thank you.’

Fred was grateful that you hadn’t scolded him off on his baseless jealousy, still he knew he had to apologize and win his girl back. Kneeling in front where you sat, Fred took your hands and poured out his heart.

‘Y/n, I am sorry. I made a huge mistake, I… I got jealous of how you had gotten close to Oliver this year.’ He confessed.’ Ever since the start of this year, I thought that Oliver was stealing you away from me. I thought that perhaps you two had something going on behind my back.’

Chuckling to himself he continued. ‘I didn’t even realise that you were cousins until he told me just now. I feel so stupid. 3 years together, 5 years of knowing you. It was so obvious.’ Fred closed his eyes.

‘Still, with my worries, I should have asked, asked what you and Oliver were.’ He stressed. ‘I should have come and talked to you, to sort this out like what a, healthy, trusting and understanding relationship would. But instead I keep all my doubts and insecurities brew, I went deep into my own conclusions that were without evidence, I let my jealousy get the best of me.’

Fred brought your knuckles to his lips. ‘y/n love, I’m sorry. I love you and if you want a space, I understand. But there is no a day in this world where I would not rather be back in your loving arms. I hope that you could forgive me.’

‘Freddie, I forgive you.’ You cup his tear stained cheek. ‘It was just a stupid misunderstanding.’

Gesturing for him to sit beside you ‘I thought it was common knowledge that Oliver and I are cousins. Apparently not. Yes, we weren’t that close before.’ You admitted.  ‘But we really did get to know each other in the summer. 5 weeks either being sounded by adult relatives or small children, we hung out often, being the only 2 cousins similar in age.’

You return back into a more serious tone. ‘Of course, I did wish you had voiced it out, we could have avoided this conflict altogether. So, promise me this. Whatever problems may arise, before we delved into our own assumptions, we would always talk it out. Alright?’

‘I promise.’

~

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I’ve said a lot of goodbyes recently. To people and places. It’s funny how you don’t really think about saying goodbye to “things”, but right now my heart is aching not from a person or place but from a dining table and lounge.

For as long as I’ve known my husband, our lives have been inextricably intertwined with a specific dining table and a read L-shaped couch. They belonged to his parents, and bore witness to so much of our lives.

He served me lunch on that dining table the first time we truly spent time together just the two of us - a ten minute errand turned into a three hour conversation. The first kiss and first “I love you” happened elsewhere, but that couch bore witness to so so many more. We dreamed big dreams on that couch, cried tears of sorrow and of joy. His mum sat on that couch as we announced our engagement - that had occurred less than 10 metres away.

The dining table held so many family dinners. We planned our wedding there, booked our honeymoon there, cut our engagement cake there. I have a visceral memory of sitting across from him the night before our wedding, giggling at each other across the table as we realised that we’d be married in less than 24 hours.

A week later his parents downsized. For a whole year that table and couch waited patiently, stored away until we packed them into a shipping container and moved them to the other side of the country.

Together they have watched as we started a whole new life, found a whole new family. They helped us host strangers who are now some of the most important people in our lives. My husband did most of his medical degree on that table. I’ve done a lot of my writing on the couch.

Both are gone now, off to bless others they way they blessed us. The house feels smaller without them, duller without the bright red of the couch that I thought I hated so much.

It’s funny how pieces of wood and fabric can hold your heartbeat within them.

I know that there will be another couch and another table. Where we are going the sofas in drooled on as a baby are waiting for me, the wooden table I used as a desk through high school and undergrad about to become my kitchen bench. I will weave new stories into old furniture.

But I will never forget the ones I’ve already made.

[youarejesting]

Even the Cake is in tiers

Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All Pairing: Namjoon  Jin x Reader Genre: fluff, angst, drama, slice of life, almost wedding day.  Words: 4k

Summary: About to marry the man of your dreams in less than one week. 90 guests invited. Venue booked. Family overwhelming yet appeased. Nothing could go wrong... unless you count your soon to be mother in law slipping you a cursed present, and inviting your fiances high school sweetheart. The Kim family is full of secrets. 92 Plates set.

[Request] @insfirebunny​ - I strayed a little from your ask I am sorry. I went with cursed instead of demon. I had a lot of fun with the puns, I love Jin just breaking all the awkward silences with a pun, and the reader slowly warming up to them.

This was the most important week of your life, your family and your soon-to-be husband's family were coming together for one week in a huge country club. You were on edge, your fiance was a brilliant businessman, he was a genius, and the kindest man you had the pleasure of meeting. In a week this brilliant, kind, and clumsy young man would be your husband till death do you part.

You met Kim Namjoon in your senior year, you were in a similar department. As a business major yourself there were a lot of opportunities to cross paths. Between the projects and the department dinners, the two of you naturally grew closer. Coffee and studying became dinner and movies as you proudly courted Namjoon like a proper lady. 

Insisting to pay And spoil the young man was the best way to spoil him. Normally he was too shy to speak up about what he wanted, but you were very perceptive. Always noticing the way his eyes would repeatedly glance towards the item or shop. With a small curious lift of his eyebrows, he would press his lips firmly together with a face he made when he read or saw something interesting in a book or movie and a dead giveaway to his interests and desires.

You first made the connection when passing an arcade, Namjoon’s eyes lit up sparkling as he spotted the small blue Koala stuffed toy. He walked closer to the claw machine and you watched his features change into the very same curious expression.

It felt like a rush of satisfaction when you had successfully retrieved the soft plush from the crane and presented it to the beautiful man. It warmed your heart to know that you could make this magnificent guy smile and so you made it your hobby and pastime. You couldn’t be more in love with him and you knew he was in love with you.

The only problem lied with his mother, who was upset that he wanted to marry someone who wasn’t from South Korea. This was understandable, the idea that different was scary was ingrained into most people, you tried to be respectful and always show your best qualities. 

Honestly, you were just hoping that you could keep both sides of the family happy for one week. ONE WEEK. Then you would be married and you could live your lives together. The Country club was full of life, filled with distant relatives from each party and young children running around the grounds pulling pranks on their cousins.

With a polite bow and well-behaved mannerisms, you were on the road to charming Namjoon’s parents. It surprised you how civil they were and how his mother had yet to say something against you. The ladies were enjoying high tea when your mother-in-law presented you with a gift.

A small wooden jewelry box, engraved with strange symbols some you swore felt a little sinister. She gave you instructions to open it later that night when you were alone. Taking her words seriously you were going to fulfill her request hoping not to offend anyone’s traditions.

Leaving the dining hall early with the box in hand you were wondering what could possibly be inside. It was so nice that Namjoon’s mother was so accepting of you, taking the time to get you a gift. 

Shutting the door behind you, you glanced at the garment bag, which housed your wedding dress. It took a while to find the perfect dress but you knew it was the one when it fit everyone's expectations. It was the perfect amount of beautiful and conservative as well as sexy and fun.

Sitting on the large bed you missed cuddling with Namjoon, the two of you had been waiting for marriage and to be honest it wasn’t a big deal. You both were more interested in intertwining your lives than your bodies. Opening the wooden box, the weight increased until it collapsed onto the floor salt spilling onto the floor. You saw footprints in the salt and as they appeared across the floor soon followed ankles, calves, and knees. 

Mesmerized by the man materializing in front of your eyes, at least you believed he was a man. The smirk and the god-tier features on a flawless face. Who was this man and what was he doing in your room? He pulled his plump lips into a pointed grin, his eyes flashing as they landed on your frozen form. His gaze didn’t linger for long before your vision faded.

~

What a strange dream you had, you had heard that brides often had horrible dreams leading up to their wedding but this felt so real. Sitting up from the soft fluffy blankets you squealed when you saw the handsome young man sitting on the beautiful chaise by the window.

“I don’t know how you got into my room, but you need to leave?” Your voice held no authority and no strength, your lips shaking with every breath, tears prickling behind your eyes. “Are you from the Kim Family, I can help you find your room?”

“I am from the Kim family, but I can’t leave your side. You opened the box in which I was captured many years ago.” He said simply enjoying fruit in the sun, you noticed he was wearing traditional Korean clothes and had longer hair. There was something about the way he looked that made him look so ethereal and out of place. 

“Who are you?” You said, sure now that this was some sort of prank being played by the Kim family so you decided to play along.

“Kim Seokjin,” He grinned looking at the door as someone knocked.

“Hello dear, are you coming down for breakfast,” Namjoon’s voice broke you from the daze you fell in when admiring Seokjin’s face?

Running to the door you opened it and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “I will be down soon, let me get dressed.”

~

Walking to the dining hall Seokjin followed you around, it seemed no matter what turn you took, you couldn’t run away. He had however changed his appearance which scared you beyond belief. His long hair was cut short and a fine suit that mirrored the one on the cover of a magazine strewn on the coffee table. Stepping into the dining hall you saw Namjoon’s mother smiling wickedly in the corner as Namjoon was hugging a young woman, the two grinning and talking adamantly.

“Hey Joonie, I am here.” You smiled trying to gain his attention again, you didn’t have to worry, this would be his relative of some kind and you were to be his wife so you had nothing to worry about. Right?

“Hey, Y/n this is my old high school friend Bom, we have been best friends since we were young, I didn’t even know she was coming but mum said it was a surprise. Isn’t that great my soulmate at my wedding?”

Oof that hurt. You knew he didn’t mean it to sound the way it did and you were happy as long as he was happy. Having in fact heard of this friend on multiple occasions from him. She was beautiful and everything you knew Namjoon’s mother wanted in her son’s bride. The leading factor being she was Korean.

“Namjoon tells me so much about you,” You smiled and she shook your hand and grinned. 

“Let me tell you somethings about him then to even the playing field,” Her smile was genuine and she sat at breakfast Seokjin silently taking a seat at the table. She was quick to refuse some food by the waiter, “I can't, I am allergic to seafood.”

“That must be a bit of a hassle.” You didn’t know what to say and the silence was getting awkward. Seokjin chuckled reaching for an apple from the center fruit bowl. “I am glad you are getting your apple-y ever after.”

That did it. Chuckles all around and a small knowing smirk from Namjoon’s mother, Seokjin lied saying his name was Taejin and that he preferred just Jin. 

After breakfast that you pulled Namjoon aside, “Hey Joonie?” you asked

“Yes dear, what is it?”

“Who is Kim Seokjin, your mother was talking about him last night?” The question had been burning in your mind all morning and now that you two were alone you felt safe enough to ask him.

“Haha, did my mother tell you that old story? She is a superstitious woman,” Namjoon was laughing to himself before he gathered himself enough to answer your question seriously. “Back in the day, when Korea was still ruled by monarchs, the Kim family had different uh factions, the noblemen and the servants. One of the Kim Noblemen was supposed to marry the most beautiful young woman in town. But on the day of the wedding a young man named Kim Seokjin, part of the servants of the family, was throwing petals with the other servants and caught the bride's attention.”

“What happened then?” You pressed further watching said man from behind your fiance’s shoulder. As he listened watching the small television in the corner playing a murder mystery K-Drama.

“Well, it was said that Kim Seokjin charmed the woman and stole her from the wedding, stealing her away crying. It was said that when he found his bride he locked Seokjin in an ornate box, a family heirloom passed down through generations.” Namjoon smiled, kissing your cheek enthusiastically. “I have to go, Bom says she is going to challenge me today in golf.”

“I heard you stole someone's bride and were trapped in a box,” you muttered

“Ah is that what they believe, it’s funny how stories change over time. I didn’t steal anyone, she tried to call off the wedding before it even began and in a fit of jealousy I was almost beheaded but was cursed into the box.” Seokjin laughed, “I am not someone who steals someone’s lover.”

“But she looks like she would,” Seokjin muttered while leaning over the balcony, looking down over the side you could see Namjoon laughing at Bom hanging off his arm. Jealousy felt like sickness in the depths of your stomach. A queasy feeling that burnt its way up to your throat.

“Namjoon isn’t like that,” you defended your fiance, he was a sweet bean who only knew how to love with his whole heart, “He is a nice guy who wouldn’t dream of cheating on anyone.”

There was a small pause as your thoughts wandered to what-ifs, you trusted Namjoon but could you trust her. “Look if you trust him that’s great but I know a thing or two about the Kim family and when they find something they want, nothing can stop them or stand in their way until they get it. So he might want you now but what if these days leading up to the wedding he changes his mind?”

“Why are you doing this to me? Why am I letting you get inside my head?”

“I assure you I am not trying to make you doubt your future husband, I am trying to help you secure him,” Seokjin said, pulling out a rather fancy dress, it was a little more revealing than what you had been wearing around Namjoon’s mother, you were unsure why you had packed the dress in the first place. “Now put on this outfit and go to him, you need to impress him. Be like a beer, pitcher perfect” 

“Haha.” Your laugh was dry, but you had to hand it to him, he had a quick wit and you liked that a lot, “I don’t need to impress him, I am his fiance and we are getting married.”

“Listen I will distract her and if the situation calls for it, sabotage her plans of stealing your fiance, the last thing I need right now is to be cursed back into a box thank you very much.” He threw the dress at your face pushing you into the bathroom. You turned to give him an offended look and he leaned down so his face was level with yours a condescending smile. “For butter or worse, I want to toast the lovely bride and groom, I need you both happy then you can all leave me alone. ”

~

Seokjin’s plans weren’t working. The dress made Namjoon send you back to the country club to get changed as he thought it was a little too indecent for golf. To make matters worse, when Seokjin tried to interfere and push Bom into the lake, Namjoon jumped in after her. As if things couldn’t get worse, Namjoon gave her his jacket and escorted her back while you dragged your feet back to your room. 

It was at this point you fell into Seokjin’s ideas, the two of you trying to conjure up situations where you looked superior to Bom and stole the spotlight. Seokjin critiqued your outfits and told you how to act charming and attract Namjoon’s attention. 

“So should I wear my hair up or down?” You asked him, curiously whilst standing in front of the mirror, tonight was the night before the big day and you were feeling downhearted. Namjoon was spending the majority of his time joking and talking with Bom and all your attempts only made them grow closer.

“You look beautiful either way, when your hair is up it shows off your slim jaw and long neck but down makes you look more feminine and beautiful.” Seokjin’s voice traveled through the bathroom door, but you could hear the truth in the words he spoke. There was no hesitation, he replied as if you had asked him about the weather.

“Oh,” Your cheeks looked so red, in the mirror, you had never seen yourself flushed before. It was kind of a romantic look, you hoped tomorrow you could look just as beautiful walking down the aisle. “No one has ever really said that to me before.”

“What about the Kim?”

“Namjoon doesn’t really talk about looks, which I appreciate he says he prefers personality over appearances,” You opened the door and stepped out, he stood up from the couch slowly, his jaw slack.

“You are very pretty,” For some reason, the confidence in his voice died away and he sounded so shaken and breathless. He offered his hand, which you gratefully took, “We should get you done to the party, you are getting married in the morning.”

“Why are you more excited than I am?”

“I love weddings, I find them so... Engaging” He looked at you with a serious expression pausing for effect and you slapped his arm with a grown

“I hate you and your puns.” struggling to control your features, you couldn’t admit he was funny.

~

The party was just beginning and the music was soft, Seokjin politely pulled you onto the dance floor and began leading you around. “I will try to distract Bom tonight, focus on having fun, okay?”

“Okay,” You smiled, gripping his broad shoulder, you tried to let all your worries disappear and it helped that Seokjin spun you around until you were dizzy and then demanded that you spin him too. In fits of giggles, you were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

“Do you mind if I cut in?” Namjoon asked eyeing Seokjin.

“Of course, she is all yours”

Namjoon took your waist and began leading you albeit clumsily through a slow dance, “I feel like I haven’t seen you all week.”

“It has been hard to see you when you were hanging out with your friend but I understand, you haven’t seen each other in a long time and we have been together for a really long time.” You admitted trying to settle the uncertainties in your mind.

“Yeah, I feel like we just get each other and sometimes we lose track of the time.” He whispered.

You both heard Bom and Seokjin laughing together, they looked happy but you felt sick, Namjoon didn’t ease your insecurities and the one person you had been confiding in was also laughing with the other girl.

“I know he said he was a Kim but I have no idea who that guy is?”

“Your mum invited him, she said he is a distant relative,” deciding not to say his name in hopes Namjoon guessed he was the Seokjin from the legend.

“Ah must be very distant.”

You two were talking and you felt some form of reassurance that Namjoon still loved you and wanted to marry you. It was silly how worried you had gotten because his best friend had crashed the wedding.

Crash!

Turning you saw Seokjin looking horrified as Bom was in anaphylactic shock, racing over you watched as your fiance saved her and you dragged Seokjin away. “What was that, that wasn’t part of the plan.”

“I didn’t mean to, we were talking and I offered her what I thought was a chicken sandwich. It was incorrectly labeled and I didn’t know it was crab until she hit the floor.”

“She was supposed to be removed from the wedding, I didn’t want her to be killed”

“Look, either way, this works out, maybe this is a better plan. She will be in the hospital while you are getting married. This plan is better.”

“Plan?” A voice said behind Seokjin and he stepped aside revealing a confused and hurt Namjoon. 

“I didn’t ask or want or plan for something like this to happen, I just wanted to spend some time with you before the wedding cause I hadn’t seen you all week.” You attempted some form of explanation when Namjoon raised his hand effectively silencing you.

“I wanted the same thing and I am disappointed you resorted to these jealous and petty tricks that almost cost someone their life. I am going to the hospital, and I will see you tomorrow at the altar.” Namjoon turned, briskly walking away, chasing him with tears rolling down your cheeks. You begged him not to go. “I am disappointed that you were doubting me this whole time, it’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

~

The rest of the night you spent getting drunk in your hotel room passing out after crying yourself to sleep, you woke the next day with a headache. The hairstylist and the makeup artists were polite and didn’t mention the puffiness of your eyes and did their absolute best to make you look like a picture-perfect bride.

You looked in the mirror feeling alone, you hadn’t seen Namjoon or Seokjin since last night and you were unsure if you could face Namjoon but you were longing for Seokjin. He knew exactly what to say to cheer you up. He knew exactly how to make your problems disappear. If he was here you knew you could get through this day.

There was a knock and Seokjin smiled at the door, “You look truly beautiful, a blushing bride indeed, can I escort you down to the hall?”

“Of course,” You breathed, taking his hand. He led you downstairs and to the doors of the hall. You stopped and hugged him, his broad shoulders keeping you grounded and you took a few deep breaths.

“Hey no matter what happens, I am here okay. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” He smiled softly. You thought for a moment he was going to kiss you and at that moment you wished he would, it was like something had taken over you. 

“I am so nervous, I think I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Well, you better go now, or forever hold your pees." The softest laugh seemed to shake as he stepped back letting his hands fall to his sides.

The music started playing and Seokjin walked away out of sight and the doors opened. Clutching the bouquet tightly you began walking down the aisle, your eyes met Namjoon’s and he gave you a smile that told you everything was forgiven. 

Needless to say, the tears started flowing, you were supposed to be happy but instead it felt like you were being married off to a stranger, someone who loved who you pretended to be not who you were. Namjoon liked the you that took care of him diligently and bought him his favorite things and was that really you.

You reached the altar and turned to face him and as he took your hands you noticed Jin slip into the back row of the hall.

~

“I knew you were the one when you took care of me, in other relationships I was expected to buy gifts, to provide, and yet with you I was the one being cared for and provided for. You cleaned up my messes when I was clumsy and you always made my favorite foods, you're so independent and wonderful and I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

“That’s, That’s not me,” you interrupted me, “I liked winning you a prize at the arcade but then you sang my praises and I became the one buying you gifts, which made me happy because you were happy but you didn’t return that love, you know you have never called me beautiful.”

“You push for me to be independent which I love but would it kill you to show me affection. I know we are all about equality and letting me get the bill but how is that equal if you have never offered to cook clean or pay for dinner. I haven’t been your partner in any of this, definitely not your girlfriend. I have been your mother.” 

“Speaking of your mother, your mother gave me an ornate box which you explained held the Seokjin Curse so thanks for trying to have me stolen away before the wedding. She invited your best friend from school because she wants Bom to be your wife, someone who knows the culture and background”

“And honestly it hurt this whole week trying to get your attention and you always turned to her, what happened last night was unfortunate and I am glad Bom has recovered so quickly, my friend told me the chicken and the crab sandwiches had been mislabeled. But the most important part is I saw you Namjoon. You were so loving this week, but not with me, with Bom.”

Taking off your viel you put it on Bom and lead her up to the altar and join their hands. “I am sorry, I am sorry that you never got to see the real me, I am sorry I played along with the image of me you created in your mind. I want to be friends but I cannot marry you Namjoon.”

He was crying, “I think you are right,” He hugged you kissing your cheek, “I loved you a lot and I am sorry I never told you how beautiful you were, I wish I could have allowed you to be yourself.”

“I have to go.” You whispered before walking out of the hall awkwardly with your head down. Namjoon escorted you out and everyone followed you to the dining room where the DJ and Namjoon’s close friend got on the mic.

“Let’s not waste a party.” You gave him a thumbs up and headed upstairs and changed quickly into the dress Seokjin had picked out for you earlier that week. It was a little revealing but you didn’t care, it’s not like you had anyone to impress anymore.

It was three drinks in and sixteen songs that the cake was brought out, the cake topper removed and you grinned as the song ‘Not Today’ filled the room. You were dancing wildly and Namjoon and Bom were having a blast.

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean for you to feel like I stole Namjoon, I was honestly really excited for you too,” she admitted and you grinned.

“He has known you since you two were little and I realized when I met you that his ideal type was you and he was projecting that image onto me, it’s better off this way.” A hand wrapped around your wrist and spun you until you landed against a strong broad chest.

“I liked the whole wedding, but it was the reception that really took the cake.” Seokjin grinned leaving you in hysterics.

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One Last Time

pairing: ai!hoseok x reader / 2.7k words

warnings: angst, talks of death and illness (fluff, superficial intelligence, fluff, long lost love, futuristic)

plot: After living a long life you get the chance of seeing your long lost love again, but to a price you are willing to pay.

A/N: hi! I'm kinda active with writing and i had this idea a few days ago so i sat my ass down and wrote this in one night. I want to clarify that this au is inspired by an episode of black mirror. This made me tear up a lil while writing so I hope you like it and you'll stay tuned for more of my works

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Life has been kind to you, a daughter, two sons and a kind husband. Nothing that you wanted or worked for hasn’t not worked out the way you wanted it to. When you were twenty five you met your husband, Jinyoung. He helped you through life and helped you take care of the kids. Even the one that wasn’t his. Jihyo wasn’t his child and yet he loved her with all the love he could give her.

Jinyoung passed away about twelve years ago due to heart failure. You felt bad that you didn’t grieve like your children did, you didn’t love him like that, you never did. He was more like a best friend than a lover. A man, who died before Jihyo was born, owned your heart and he knew that.

Jung Hoseok, that was his name. Now, even though you weren’t able to move the way you wanted to, you could feel your body move to his. He was a great dancer and he loved dancing, no matter where, no matter who saw him, he danced like no one ever could. It made you feel light, oh so light. The feeling he gave you was indescribable, not a single person ever made you feel this way again.

“Mum, wake up” you hear Jaebeom's voice. Your second oldest visits when he can. You appreciate the effort. “Mum, wake up. It’s your birthday and we want to celebrate with you.” Your eyes open slower than you want and behind droopy eyes you see the faces of your children, Jaebeom, Jihyo and Youngjae. A smile plasters itself on your wrinkly face.

“My babies, what brings you here” Youngjae rolls his eyes at you as he chuckles “It’s your birthday today. We want to celebrate with you” you gasp slightly, trying to sound surprised. Of course you know, the day you were born is the same day the love of your life left this planet. “Don’t act like you don’t know. Your brain works faster than you give it credit, Mum” Jihyo laughs. You chuckle and wave her off.

“Look, Mum. We actually wanted to tell you something” Jaebeom starts and your laugh dies right there. His tone doesn’t excite you, not in the slightest. “What, honey?” your hand finds his and he assures you with a small smile “We all know how your chances of living another year stand. The cancer has spread and your body won’t withstand it any longer.” You nod, that you are going to die, pretty soon, is nothing new. You are prepared and so are your children.

“We thought about a way to make it more comfortable” Jihyo continues and your brows furrow. You talked about hospice, and you didn’t like it. Why are they bringing this up again? “Jihyo, hun. I am not going to leave the country to die.” Youngjae shakes his head and grasps your other hand. “No, mum. We are talking about a way of you getting to live forever, in peace and without pain. You might have heard of Daydream. It’s a non profit organisation which makes it possible to transfer one's consciousness to their database and to a place called Base Line. “

Your brain is running miles as soon as he starts to talk about “base line”. You know exactly what he is talking about, he used to talk about it all the time. Hoseok liked the idea of being together in eternity. “We thought about it. Since you’re not willing to die early and we all know about your undying love for a man who died a long time ago. We were able to get you a spot in daydream. They are willing to download you and give you what you craved for all these years.”

Your mind goes into panic. How can you live forever, forever in a place that Hoseok dreamed about?. How can you spend your eternity with Jinyoung when the person you so dearly love isn’t him? “Jaebeom, honey. I can’t, you don’t know what you are talking ab-”Mum we know. We’ve known for years.” Youngjae almost whispers. Your eyes snap to his and you can see the sincerity. “What?” the whisper leaves your lips, it almost sounded like a whimper, so pathetic. “We’ve known for a long time that your love wasn’t his. Dad was never the man you loved, it was Jung Hoseok, Jihyos father.”

Your eyes fill with tears. They knew, they knew everything. Secrets you kept in the deepest depths of your mind have been discovered all these years ago. Your life was a lie, everything you lived to protect was a lie. “I-I-don’t-”Mum, it’s alright. We are not angry with you.” you start to cry. A violent yelp leaves your lips as all of the thoughts, emotions, memories flood back into your mind. The pain you feel is unbearable, it makes you double over in the comfort of your bed. Youngjae holds your shaking form, whispering comforting words.

“But h-he didn’t-”He did, mum. He was able to get a spot as a beta test person almost fifty years ago. His download was saved on their server. They opened his interview file about twenty years ago and tried to contact you. His reason for joining the program was you, mum. He wanted to find a way to stay with you for the rest of eternity. Dad kept it a secret but we want you to be happy. We want you to be free of pain and live a happy life with the person you love, with Hoseok.” Youngjae sobbs.

You can’t believe it. All these years he was merely miles away. The person who made you feel how no one else could, the love of your life was a few hours away from you.

xxxxx

The car ride is long, almost seven hours to go, but you don’t mind. While your children call their families, read their books or listen to their music you reminisce, you reminisce about the moments you spent with him. The memories you made with him come back.

“Come on, give it a shot.” you frown, the thought of embarrassing yourself further displeases you a lot. He smiled at you with his hands out for you. His brown straight hair frames his handsome features perfectly. The softness of his skin, the lightliness of his smile and his comforting smell that coats the air. Everything makes you smile back at him.

“You know i can’t dance, i much rather watch you dancing” it makes him chuckle and his head falls back with a wide smile plastered on his face. He shakes his head and comes closer, almost too close. A step closer and you are pressed against each other, even with the step in between you, you can feel him. The warmth, the comfort and the love.

“I don’t care about your dancing skills. I want you to have fun with me. How about this, you put your feet on mine and I guide you.” a grin escapes your features and he takes it as a yes as he pushes your feet over his. “Just follow my rhythm, I’m right here, i’ll always be” you nod and lean your head on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat, the way he breathes and the way he hums the melody to stay on tact.

“That’s it baby, just like that. You’re a natural, you’ll master the wedding dance in a heartbeat” your eyes find his as his sentence reaches your ears. He would want to marry you? “Wedding dance?” you whisper and he halts his movements. His searching eyes study yours, trying to find displeasure. “Well, yes. I would love to be married to you. No one else should be by your side, not that anyone is better than me” he chuckles and you can’t help but laugh as well.

No one was ever better than you.

“Go to sleep, mum. We have one more hour to go” Jihyo whispers behind you and puts you to sleep with a gentle rub on your shoulder. Once again you reminisce in memories, in more painful ones.

“Don’t you understand where i’m coming from? Why are you so blind, i can’t have a child right now” you shout. He rubs his temples with a frown. “I’m not forcing you to have a child, I just want to know if you want to ever-in the future- have a child with me.” he shouts back at you, the tone in his voice was angry, very angry.

Your eyes are wide and wet, trenched in tears as you back away. He doesn’t care though, he is too busy throwing the next mug on the floor. “Is it me? Would you have a child with someone else because I'm such a mess? Am i not responsible enough? Am I not enough?” he shouts and throws the plate to the floor. Porcelain shatters on the wooden floor with such anger. You’ve never seen him like this, ever and it scares you.

“No, why would you not be enough?” he laughs in the midst of his emotional breakdown. “Because it damn fucking looks like it. Did you already cheat on me, huh? Is that why you’re so damn quiet?” he steers and all you see is red. You almost sprint over to him, your body finds it’s way over the tiny kitchen island like it has done it a million times, it seems so easy. Your hand connects with his cheek with such speed that you are afraid you might’ve knocked some of his teeth out.

Hot tears coat your cheeks as you try to find your words “Don’t you ever accuse me of cheating on you. I know you are angry but this is low, very low.” you whisper. His angry eyes shut and he shoves you out of his way. He grabs the car keys and almost kicks the door open

“I’ll be out for a while, don’t wait for me”

You jolt awake with a loud gasp “Don’t go” you whisper through tears. Just as you see your son in front of you, you realise that it’s not this day, the day he left you. “Mum, are you alright?” Jihyo has a hand on your shoulder in concern. You quickly wipe the tears away to hide your emotional rukus. “Look, we’re here. Right there is the facility” Youngjae points at the big building up the road. “You almost made it, mum” Jihyo beems at you. Your little girl smiles at you with such compassion. It’s something only children are able to do, look at their parents with such love, with such adoration. Having to leave them behind weighs heavy on your heart.

xxxxx

“Mrs. Y/LN, here you will have some time to say goodbye and talk about whatever you might want to share with your family. After you are done we will inform you about the process of downloading and what we know about Jung Hoseok.” a young lady, not older than your daughter, informs you.

All of you sit down, a heavy silence dominates the room. No one is brave enough to say something, to say goodbye. “I love you-”Mum, you don’t have to-”No, Jihyo, i have to. I want you to know. I love you all so much, and I would stay much much longer by your side, if I could.” your hand finds Youngjae’s and a shaky breath leaves his mouth “Mum” Youngjae whispers.

“I’m sorry that I won’t see you children grow up, Youngjae. I’m sorry that i won’t see you get married, Jaebeom. And I’m mostly sorry that you will never see your father, Jihyo. Hoseok would’ve been such a good father. I’m sorry that things haven’t always worked out the way I wanted them to. But I’m honored to call you my children. I’m so proud of you, of everyone of you. You made me the happiest mother there could ever be. I love you and I hope that you’ll remember me as such. Not the weak, ill woman I was the past seven years. I want you to remember me as the woman who raised you, the woman who loved to dance, the woman who was strong. Do me a favor and remember me as such.”

Jihyo sobbs against your shoulder and you let her. In merely a few moments they won’t have a mother anymore. They’ll be without the support of a lifetime, without their lifeline. Without the person who gave them shelter and love, their mother.

“We’ll always remember you as the strongest woman there ever was, as our mother” Jaebeom whispers under tears. You smile and pet his head like you used to when he was little. “I’ll miss you” “Mrs. Y/LN, the transfer is ready” you are quick to stand up. “Go, live your life. Don’t be sad for too long. Grieve and cry but afterwards you have to live. Promise me to live” you grin in pain. With a kiss to each of their faces you leave the room.

xxxxx

The corridor to the room the woman is bringing you seems endless. The time it takes you to get to your love seems endless. But as she sits you down on a comfortable blue chair your heart calms down.

“My name is Nayeon and I’ll inform you about the process of downloading. We’ll connect your brain to our core and transfer your consciousness to one of our memory bots. Jung Hoseok, the man you so desperately want to meet again, was downloaded on an older memory bot. He was saved on a almost twenty year old bot when we found him so we had to transfer him to one of our younger bot models to guarantee a safe connection to our station “base line” and to your memory bot. The bot wasn’t damaged in the slightest. His consciousness was copied, as for yours is being transferred, meaning that your body won’t be usable after your download. Do you understand? Do you still want to proceed?”

“yes”

She puts several sensors on your head and injects a chip into your right temple for the transfer. Weirdly enough, your head is empty. You expected your head to run wild as soon as they started your transfer. “In less than two minutes you’ll go unconscious and wake up in the superficial world base line. Your bot will be securely stored and taken care of. I wish you a comfortable journey. bon voyage

xxxxx

You awake with a small groan as the bright sunlight burns itself into your skin. The gentle wind glides through your hair and slightly dries your eyes as you pry them open. You can smell the salty sea air and feel the rays of sunshine.

The bed you are lying in is big and comfortable, almost as comfortable as the bed you shared with Hoseok. Speaking of Hoseok, why isn’t he here? Isn’t he supposed to welcome you? Your feet find the floor as fast as possible as you run across the room. Just seconds before you dare to leave the room you catch a glimpse of the mirror facing the beach. You see yourself, not the almost seventy year old you, no, the twenty year old you. The firm skin, the still colored hair and the healthy looking body you once had faced you.

You breathlessly stumble towards the mirror to take a closer look and then, then you see him. You’re able to see the reflection of his back through the mirror. Your head whips around and you start to run. The pain, the love, all of the emotions you kept inside of you all of those years made you sprint, stumble towards him. “Hos-Hoseok!” you scream. You run with all of your strength, you hurry to the man you’ve missed so much. “God, Hoseok!” and the moment he turns around you halt. All of your limbs stop moving.

His golden skin, his beautiful face make you stop. You can’t believe that he is here, right here after all these years. “Ho-Hoseok” you manage to sobb. His face morphs into a smile as he opens his arms. “Come on, come to me, my love”

And you run again, you sprint into his arms. His warm body embraces you as you crash.

The weight pulling the both of you to the ground.

“I thought I lost you” you sobb as he strokes your hair.

“I promised you to find a way to stay by your side forever.”