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Jessica: How many...
Autumn: Three.
Jessica: I haven't even held up any fingers yet. How did you know?
Autumn: *smirking* Guess I just know you too well.
Jessica: It's the fairy thing, isn’t it?
Autumn: It’s the fairy thing.
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These are awesome and totally inspired my Jessica Hamby OC.
Deborah Ann Woll and Phoebe Tonkin
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Jessica Minh Anh partnered with Hudson River Park to promote sustainability on Pier 34 in New York City
After hosting the world’s first sustainable ocean catwalk in the Mediterranean earlier this year, supermodel and renowned fashion show producer, Jessica Minh Anh, is back in New York to highlight the city’s newest sustainability initiatives.
Jessica Minh Anh is partnering with Hudson River Park Trust and producing the anticipated J Autumn Fashion Show 2022 on Pier 34. The show is the newest installment in her Fashion x Sustainability series; previous editions took place atop the Hoover Dam in the US, Gemasolar power plant in Spain, a lower emission cruise ship in Italy, and on the runway at JFK airport, where Jessica successfully promoted the globally sustainable supply chain of DHL Express.
Last week, Jessica Minh Anh toured Pier 34 with leaders from the Hudson River Park Trust, Pier 26, and the Wetlab on Pier 40 to learn about the park’s environmental education and habitat restoration programs for native populations of seahorses, crabs, and oysters.
During the visit, the supermodel turned entrepreneur wore a blue power suit from the American brand, BCBGMAXAZRIA, who will open J Autumn Fashion Show 2022 with their special holiday collection. Jessica’s look was completed with a bejeweled long necklace by Brazilian designer Cristina Sabatini, and a Parisian-chic updo created by world-renowned Edward Tricomi. The site visit was followed by an official pre-show campaign shoot featuring multiple signature fashion pieces against the backdrop of One World Trade Center and Lower Manhattan.
Jessica’s first show in New York City was on the 63rd floor of One World Trade Center – where the iconic image of her wrapped in an American Flag dress heralded the reopening of the building and became a symbol of the resiliency, ingenuity and cultural supremacy of New York City.
“It is essential for me to partner with organizations that care about the health of our planet. Hudson River Park Trust and I share a commitment to improve our environment and to educate the next generation on the importance of sustainability. I cannot wait to celebrate culture, fashion, and sustainability this October in the City that holds my heart!” said Jessica Minh Anh.
“Sharing our environmental education efforts with as wide an audience as possible is key to building a more sustainable, connected future. Jessica Minh Anh has succeeded in combining messaging about sustainability with fashion at parks and other iconic locations all over the world. We’re looking forward to the debut of her J Autumn Fashion Show at Pier 34 and the opportunity it provides for us to expand our own environmental education footprint” said Robert Atterbury, Executive Vice President Park Relationships & Programs, Hudson River Park Trust.
For more information, please visit JMA Global Website
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Covering the Classics Part 8 | Bob Floyd x OC
Summary: Now that Anna knows what Bob's hands feel like when he's holding her close, she doesn't know how to stop herself from going back for more. But she's unwilling to even humor Bob when it comes to what he wants the most.
Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, masturbation, eventually 18+
Length: 5300 words
Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)
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"I'm waiting for you to thank me."
Bob looked up to see Nat in front of him with a little smirk painted on her lips. He'd been spending the last twenty minutes trying to act normal, something he forgot how to do after Anna kissed him in the kitchen. Because it wasn't just a kiss, it was everything. It felt like she really wanted him.
"Thank you for what?" he asked cautiously.
Nat laughed heartily like he'd just told a very amusing joke. "For pushing you and Anna together. Bradley told me the situation, and that woman was jealous of me touching you. Her face was all pinched, and her lips were pressed into a tight line. Jealous. She wants you. And my god, she's hot. What the fuck do they do at San Diego State? Only interview you if you've got your PhD and a modeling contract?"
Bob knew he was blushing, and he was happy she wasn't calling him out on it. His friends were all talking about him and Anna behind his back at this point, trying to figure out what was going on. "We kind of just made out in the kitchen," he muttered, glancing across the yard at Anna who was talking to Jess and still holding the can of ginger ale he gave her.
"Yes!" Nat said with absolutely no subtlety, slapping Bob's shoulder. "Oh fuck, the two of you will have the cutest kids! Freckles and strawberry blonde hair!"
He had to close his eyes against the idea of it, willing the flush in his cheeks to subside. When he opened them again, Anna was looking right at him. Her gaze was a little unsure, and he was starting to get afraid she wouldn't let him drive her home later. But he wanted to walk her up to her door. He had been thinking about it since the very first time he drove her home.
"It's not like we're together or anything," he muttered.
"Yet," Nat told him, looking so certain. "Not yet."
It was getting late, the sun dipping lower in the sky. The temperatures would start cooling down once it was dark, and Anna was only wearing shorts. Bob's eyes easily found those freckles on her thighs once again. Her skin looked so damn soft. He wondered if he would feel goosebumps beneath his fingers if he traced that pretty pattern, gently connecting her freckles with an imaginary line. He had to swallow hard as she started heading his way.
Nat squeezed his wrist and muttered something about work, and then she vanished into the house. With Anna standing right in front of him, Bob wished he could just lean in and kiss her the way Jake always did with Jess, and the way Bradley always did with his wife. He wanted it. With Anna.
"I'm getting a little chilly," she told him. "I guess I overestimated how warm autumn was going to be in San Diego. It's still better than New Jersey though." She was talking to him like she hadn't been rubbing the front of those little shorts against the fly of his jeans barely an hour ago, and now he was sweating.
"You should wear jeans next time," he replied before realizing how stupid he sounded. "Not that you should be covering your legs or anything like that! You have very nice legs. Nice freckles? I just don't want you to be cold."
He cradled his forehead in his hand while Anna laughed softly. "I'll wear jeans next time. Do you think you could give me a ride home soon?"
"Sure," he promised immediately. "Absolutely."
"Great." Then she turned, and Bob heard her saying goodbye to Jessica. Why was he so awkward? Why was that exchange so weird? How was he supposed to make Anna want to kiss him again when he could barely string two normal sentences together?
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Anna was trying to make a quick getaway, craving another few minutes alone with Bob. His truck was cozy, and she knew it would feel warm. His voice was sexy, and so was the way he moved. She wanted to kiss him again, even though she knew it was a terrible idea.
"Take some leftovers!"
"No, I'm fine," Anna told the hosts as Bradley tried to talk her into taking some of the extra burgers home. "But thank you." She was terrified that Jess may have said something about how sad Anna's lunches were; she had been doing her best to hide her current financial state from her friends, but she must have slipped up somehow.
"Well, will you come over for dinner one night? I love cooking for Sugar, but I always end up making way too much food."
Anna looked down at her feet. "Sure. I could do that. Jake invited me over there, too. I know he always cooks for Jess."
"Okay," Bradley said, his voice a little rough and his face annoyed when Anna looked up. "I'm a lot better at cooking than Jake is, first of all. Second of all, why don't you have dinner at his lame ass condo, and then let me know what he cooked. Then I'll cook a much better version of it for you and Sugar one night."
She was trying not to laugh; she knew they were competitive, but she didn't know it was quite this bad. "That sounds great, Bradley. Thanks for inviting me over today."
He just waved her off. "You're always welcome. You're one of us." He said it so casually before he started scraping the grill and cleaning it up, Anna just stared at the pattern of his tie dye shirt for a few seconds. He considered her part of this group now? This ridiculously cool friend group? If she thought about it for too long, she knew she would start crying.
"Thanks," she whispered, turning and running directly into Bob's solid chest.
When she looked up at him as her fingers grazed along his shirt, he asked, "You ready to head out?"
"Yeah." Anna felt the slight pressure of Bob's hand at her lower back, guiding her toward the door.
"After you," he said softly.
Anna had to walk inside the house and past Natasha, who she had clearly embarrassed herself in front of before. But the brunette just waved goodbye like she was completely unfazed by the events from earlier. Like it was totally normal for Bob and Anna to be together, heading out front to his truck as the setting sunset turned the sky orange.
Bob pulled the door open and helped her into his truck, and Anna thought maybe it was okay for this to be normal? To get a ride home from Bob after kissing him in her friend's kitchen? To have a painfully unrelenting crush on him that made her feel like perhaps love was a choice that you made for yourself?
She watched him walk around the font of the truck, his glasses catching the last rays of sunlight as the streetlights started to warm up. He was beautiful. He climbed into the truck gracefully and looked at her bashfully. She was the reason he wasn't more confident right now; she knew it, and she was annoyed with herself for it.
He cleared his throat quietly and said, "Before I forget, I have your copy of Papillon." Then he reached for the glovebox, his knuckles brushing her bare knee. "Sorry," he whispered, pulling his hand away immediately.
Anna's heart was in her throat. How was she supposed to tell him that she liked it when he touched her, even by accident. He reached for the glovebox again, this time making sure his movements kept him clear of her leg. "It's okay," she told him, breathing deep. "I didn't mind it."
The only answer she got was Bob carefully handing her worn out book back to her. There was another little note folded up inside which made her remember she never read the one that was in Wuthering Heights before she left it in her office at work. He started the engine. The drive back to her place was too long, and too short at the same time. She was surprised to find that he was heading in the right direction without a reminder about her address. As the sky darkened, Anna tried to listen to the music playing on the radio, but all she could really hear was the sound of her own heart pounding.
When Bob parked the truck in front of her building, she watched him squeeze the steering wheel with both hands while he stared out the windshield. "Anna...when you say you didn't mind it when I touched you...what does that mean? And what happened back at the cookout? Am I allowed to kiss you now? Or am I supposed to just figure out how to get over you?"
She fumbled with her seatbelt, heart thundering at the sound of his unsure voice. She wanted to ask him why he even liked her, because she had literally nothing to offer someone like Bob Floyd. But instead she said, "I meant I like it when you touch me. Even if it's by accident."
He turned to look at her, and when he saw she was crawling across the seat, his eyes went wide, and his hands slid from the steering wheel. "Anna." He inhaled a sharp breath when she planted one hand between his thighs, brushing his jeans with her fingers. She couldn't stand him thinking she didn't want him for another second. He was all she wanted. Somehow moving to San Diego got her some actual friends and a job she liked, and now a decent man with only green flags was into her, and she just couldn't make him think she felt otherwise. Even if they couldn't be together.
Bob's hands were planted on the seat at his sides, and he wasn't moving an inch as Anna straddled his legs. It was dark out, but she could see his gaze dip down to her cleavage before he met her eyes. When he spoke, his voice was deep with need. "Is it okay if I touch you now?"
"Please."
Anna's little cry of delight echoed through the cab of the truck as soon as Bob's hands settled on her bare thighs. His touch was light yet intentional, and it just left her wanting more. He was running his thumb along the frayed edge of her denim shorts, teasing her as he whispered, "I want to kiss you."
She didn't answer. Instead she reached for him, letting her fingers sink into his silky hair, leaning closer until her lips met his again. The kisses in the kitchen had been a little frantic, forcing her to get over the fact that Bob didn't want Natasha. He wanted Anna. But this was something different. Languid and slow. Needy yet decisive. She wanted to touch the rough stubble of his cheek, so she did. She wanted to feel his bottom lip tugged gently between hers, so she did. Then she parted her lips and tasted him.
The scrape of her nails along his jaw had his fingers sliding up inside the bottom of her shorts, and she wished she wasn't wearing them at all. She wanted to know the feel of his hands everywhere. "Anna," he murmured against her lips. She tugged on his hair and kissed him a little rougher, but she gasped and gave up control as soon as his big hands found their way over her shorts to her hips and yanked her snug against him. There was no more polite distance. No more breathing room. Just his hard body pressed to her soft one.
Bob's glasses were cool against her cheek, keeping her grounded as his fingers met the skin of her lower back while he tasted her tongue. His touch tickled her, and she rolled her hips forward, earning a grunt of pleasure from him. "Please," Anna whined, like it was the only word she even knew. Then her mouth was back on his. Bob's fingers traveled an inch higher, and she ground against him, but this time he broke the kiss.
When he tipped his head back, he looked bashful in the glow from the streetlights. She could feel him. He was getting hard for her, and it was delicious. Her brain supplied every suggestive line of poetry it had ever absorbed in her lifetime, and all she wanted was to make him get harder.
She was ready to start unzipping his jeans when he eased his hands away from her body and whispered, "Will you let me walk you to your door? I've been wanting to do that for weeks."
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It was slow going, trying to get to Anna's apartment door. They kept stopping to kiss, even going so far as to end up with her body pinned between his and the wall in the stairwell. Her soft laughter as he kissed the side of her neck echoed through the enclosed space, and then she said his name.
"Bob."
Actually, it was more like a whine, and it reverberated off of the walls beautifully. "Yes, Anna?" he whispered, letting her lace their fingers together. He wanted to do this all the time. He wanted to be her boyfriend.
She just made a strangled sound as he kissed as many of her freckles as he could get his lips on before pulling her away from the wall. Then they finally made it upstairs to her door. If she invited him inside, he wasn't sure what she would expect. As much as he was ready to skip all of the pleasantries, he knew he needed to do this just right.
"Oh," she whispered, seemingly to herself as she unlocked her door. But she didn't turn the knob as she looked back at him over her shoulder. Her pretty brown eyes flashed with concern, so he took a step away, but then she just looked sad.
"Everything okay?" he asked. She nodded. "Will I get to see you this week? I'd love to buy you a ginger ale at the Hard Deck. Or Chippy's."
She bit her lip before abandoning the door and wrapping her arms around his neck. She was all rough kisses on her tiptoes, and Bob was ready to turn the knob, head inside and deal with the consequences later. But she ran her tongue along his bottom lip before pulling away from him just as quickly. "I need to...I'll see you later, Bob."
In a flash, she squeezed herself in through the smallest gap imaginable, and then she gently closed her apartment door behind her. Bob stood there for a minute, his cock still half hard in his jeans as he stared at the spot where Anna had just been standing. She was giving him whiplash at this point, but maybe he sort of liked that kind of thing.
He quickly adjusted himself in his jeans before heading back downstairs and out into the cool night. He was going to have to ask Jake or Bradley how long he needed to wait before asking Anna out. They would know what to do. And he had Nat back now as well. He had enough resources that he would figure it out.
But the next day after work, they all seemed to make everything more confusing for him.
"So did you finally fuck her then?" Bradley asked casually as he put deodorant on in the locker room.
"Well, no," Bob muttered. "We just made out for a bit."
"Kids these days," Bradley muttered, shaking his head. "Well, did you at least thank Nat? For coming to your rescue?"
Bob sighed, knowing this man was going to be no help after all. "I already talked to Nat," Bob replied as they walked out of the locker room.
Of course Natasha was in the hallway and did a double take. "Did I just hear my name? I've been so popular since I got home yesterday." Her smile slipped into a look of excitement. "Did you fuck the redhead?"
Bob cradled his forehead in his hand. "Her name is Anna. And no, because I'm actually trying to date her."
"Why not both?" Nat asked, leading the way out to the parking lot. "Give that girl what she so desperately wants."
Bob was scared Anna was going to pull away again. He hadn't heard from her at all since last night when she disappeared into her apartment. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be texting her or not today. It was like he was living in a choose your own adventure story, but somehow none of the options were correct.
He turned right toward his truck while Bradley and Nat both turned left, but then he realized that Jake had parked next to him and was already in his own truck talking on the phone. Bob tried to sneak past, but Jake put his window down and said, "Jess wants to know what's up with you and Anna."
"Is she on the phone?" Bob asked, tossing his bag into his own truck.
"Hi!" came Jessica's voice through Jake's bluetooth. "What did you do to Anna? She was practically singing when she showed up at lunch today."
Bob immediately scrambled toward Jake's truck and stuck his head in the window. "She was?"
"Yes. And she was having a hard time paying attention. You know how she gets when her head is in the clouds."
Jake met Bob's wide eyed gaze and smiled. "You should go to her office hours," the other man drawled. "That's like a green light for fucking on her desk."
"Hey!" Jessica complained through the phone while Bob grimaced. "Jake, keep your mouth shut about it. But yes, Bob, you should go to her office hours. She'd probably really like that. It shows you're thinking about her."
Well Bob was almost never not thinking about Anna, so maybe it wasn't a bad idea. "Take her some flowers," Jake added. "Seriously, man, she'll be handing you her panties within a minute."
"Hey!" came Jessica's voice again, and this time Bob ducked into his own truck, not wanting to hear any more of that conversation.
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Monday was a bit of a blur. The first thing Anna did when she got to her office was grab her copy of Wuthering Heights from her shelf. The note she forgot to read from Bob made her smile right away.
This book made me feel like it's okay to be completely caught up in another person to the point where you forget where you are or what you're doing. Also, I'm going to think of you every time I see a dog eared page for the rest of my life.
She whimpered softly. There had been a similar, slightly more intimate note tucked inside Papillon when she checked it last night after she squeezed herself into her depressingly tiny apartment in embarrassment. She would never be able to invite Bob inside for anything. Not for a cup of tea, and not for a sleepover.
After that, Anna spent the entire night on Sunday reading her favorite poems and touching herself. Sky Writing seemed to have fallen in love, based on his new post. That idea wasn't surprising at all. Anna was convinced he was the perfect man, so it was just a matter of time. But the thing that did surprise her was the way he wrote about a certain woman with red hair. Late into the night, she was laying in her tiny bed with her fingers inside the font of her underwear, picturing Bob as she read the words to herself.
It was almost too much. Her lips were still a little bit puffy on Monday from all the making out, and she felt sated if only by her own touch. She knew Bob's beautiful hands would be so much better, and she was still thinking about them when she went to find her friends at lunchtime.
Tuesday wasn't much better. The only damper was that she hadn't heard a single word from Bob. Nothing. She hadn't texted him either, because what was she supposed to say? Hi, I think I could fall in love with you, but I'm not allowed. Can we still make out? That would be the worst idea in the world.
"She's got her head in the clouds again."
Anna blinked a few times and realized she was sitting by the weird tree with the warm sunlight on her face. Her uneaten sandwich was in her hand, hovering halfway to her mouth, and she had been staring off into the distance. "Sorry," she muttered, finally taking a bite. Her lunch didn't even seem as sad today as she thought about Bob's hands on her thighs.
"Can you blame her?" Jessica asked. "She kissed Bob."
"Not one bit," the other woman said with a grin, as if Anna wasn't even there. "He's a damn catch. Sweetest man ever."
Anna rolled her eyes and said, "As if you aren't married to the human equivalent of a golden retriever."
"Oh, so she is paying attention," Jessica said with a laugh. "We thought you'd blasted off for planet Bob with no return ticket."
"Your astrophysics jokes are the worst," the other woman said, and Jessica pretended to pout.
"Listen. All I know is that he's a great kisser, and that his hands fit really nicely right here," Anna said pointing to her back and her hips. Both women squealed in delight. "But I can't take things any further with him."
"Why not?" Jessica demanded. "The two of you have been playing this game since you met at the bookstore. And also since you met again at the Hard Deck."
Anna thought about Kevin and all of her money that she'd never see again. She thought about her manuscripts she'd put on hold to work three jobs. She thought about how she'd willingly given up Princeton for him.
"I don't want to drag him down to where I am," she whispered, running her finger along the condensation on her can of ginger ale. "I can't be in a relationship." That's all she wanted to say about Bob and Kevin right now, still too afraid to tell her friends everything. So she cleared her throat and asked, "What's with the cooking rivalry between Bradley and Jake? It's like an episode of Chopped." That seemed to open a very controversial can of worms, but at least the focus shifted away from her personal life.
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Bob didn't even know what kind of flowers were the right ones to get, and once again, everyone else gave him useless information.
"I rarely get flowers for Sugar. I usually just grab some good beers on my way to pick her up from school, and that's enough to seal the deal. Then I get to drink the beer I like while my hot wife goes dow-"
"We get the picture, Bradshaw," Jake said loudly. "Bob, just get some cheap flowers and save the money to make her dinner one night."
"Do not get her cheap flowers!" Natasha chimed in. "If the two of you weren't attractive looking," she said, pointing to Bradley and Jake, "Sugar and Jessica would have bailed before they bothered to uncover actual brain cells underneath the pretty hair." Both men looked startled before eventually nodding in agreement. "You need to get good flowers and plan to invite her for dinner. Not one or the other," Nat finished, pounding her fist into her other palm. "No wonder Bob never gets laid when I'm not around to straighten everything out."
"Can we not talk about that?" he mumbled, adjusting his glasses. "And it's not like I just want to...get laid. By just anybody."
"Yeah, yeah," Natasha said, tapping away on her phone. "You're a romantic. Go get her flowers like these ones."
Bob examined her screen when she held it up for him. He memorized the red and orange blooms the best he could, and soon they started to remind him of Anna's hair. "Got it," he told her, turning toward his truck before anyone else could tell him something that may or may not end up being useful. He'd get the flowers and then invite her over. He wasn't as good at cooking as Jake or Bradley, but he'd try anyway. He was mostly out of practice since he didn't have anyone to cook for, really, but they both offered to send him their favorite recipes.
The florist was nice and listened to him ramble about orange and red flowers for a minute before putting together something that was even prettier than he could have imagined. The sixty dollar price tag shocked him, but it didn't stop him from also grabbing a book from the front window of the shop next door. It was a new one he'd been wanting to read himself, not quite one of the classics that Anna seemed to favor, but he figured she wouldn't have read it yet. He'd let her borrow it and dog ear all the pages up, and then he'd read it and think about her the whole time.
But when he got to the San Diego State University campus, he sat in his truck and stared at the clock on his dashboard. It was 6:32. She had office hours until 7:00, so he really needed to head in there. Doubt was creeping in now, because they left things off at a weird place. He had no idea what Anna really wanted from him, if anything. If she told him no or hesitated today, he was going to have to start sorting out his feelings for her and dismantling them bit by bit.
It was 6:47 by the time he finally made his way through the academic building on his way to Anna's office. Several people turned and looked at him in his khaki uniform with the huge bouquet of flowers in his hand, and this would have been a lot less stressful if Anna was actually his girlfriend and not a woman he thought might never be that. When he reached the hallway that smelled like freshly baked bread, he found her small office right away where it was tucked back from the main walkway. The door was ajar, and he could hear her voice, so he stood there in the hallway a little awkwardly, trying to fight the urge to run back to his truck.
The door opened another inch, and Bob could see Anna's fingers and her burgundy painted nails peeking out as her voice got louder. "Here's a copy of the extra study guide. Don't forget there's a quiz on Monday. If you can ace that, then I think you'll be in better shape for the final. And try not to be too hard on yourself, Hemingway can be a bit of a challenge for anyone."
"Thanks, Dr. Webber."
The door opened all the way, and a young man filed out with a frown on his face, and then Anna was just standing there right in front of Bob. Her hair was in a loose braid, her lips had some sort of purple-ish gloss on them, and she was wearing some snug jeans and an SDSU sweatshirt. "Bob," she breathed, and it sounded like music. Her gaze raked over his uniform and the vibrant flowers before returning to his face, brown eyes more vulnerable than he ever thought they should be.
"Hi, Anna." He couldn't think of anything better to say as she backed up a step into her small office and nodded her head once for him to join her. After two of his long strides, Bob was practically bumping into her desk. Then she closed the door and leaned against it, hands tucked behind her back.
She cleared her throat, but her voice was still soft as she said, "You look nice in your uniform."
"Thanks," he replied automatically. She could have said anything, and he would have thanked her.
"Those are beautiful. Are they for me?" she whispered, eyes falling to the flowers again.
"Of course they are."
Bob watched her eyelashes brush her cheeks as her eyes fluttered closed. "You didn't have to do that. Flowers are so expensive."
"I got you a book, too," he said, sliding it out from behind the bouquet. Her eyes snapped open so she could read the title, and he said, "It's a new release, so I was hoping you didn't preorder it or anything."
Anna's cheeks were growing pinker by the second, making her freckles look more prominent. He was about to ask if she wanted to come over for dinner one night when she launched herself across the three feet of empty space, colliding softly with his body. Bob dropped the flowers and the book onto her desk just as she kissed him, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck.
She kissed him like they did this all the time, and his hands went right to her waist where they fit perfectly. "Thank you," she murmured against his lips. "Nobody ever got me books before you."
The words before you echoed in his brain. He didn't want there to be an after. He wanted this to be the real deal where neither of them had to be in a relationship where they weren't constantly trading books back and forth with someone.
Anna kissed him until his glasses were crooked, and she raked her fingers through his hair until he was sure it was a mess. And somehow she ended up pushing him back until he was sitting on the edge of her desk with his long legs splayed apart. He knew he was in trouble; he could feel himself slipping already. She let her hands trail down the back of his neck, over his shoulders, and down the front of his shirt. She adjusted all of his pins and touched his name tag along the way as her lips barely brushed his. Her fingers moved so slowly, he thought maybe he could get himself under control, but it was no use. He was hard in his pants, and her exploratory hands weren't stopping.
"Anna."
All that did was make her kiss him harder again.
"Please."
All that did was have her pressing the font of her jeans to his khakis with a little gasp. Maybe the guys had been right about this kind of thing after all. Maybe visiting her during office hours was all it was going to take to get to the next level. Her fingers made it all the way down to his thighs, scraping along just inches from his erection, and Bob was afraid he was going to embarrass himself. He thought about icebergs and refrigerators and the Arctic Circle, but nothing alleviated the aching heat under his skin as Anna licked his lip and almost nudged the tip of his cock.
But then she said the most devastating sentence he could think of. "Bob, I really like you. But we're just friends, okay?" Then she kissed him again like she hadn't spoken something so harsh, and he thought maybe he imagined it. "Just really good friends who make out with each other."
"Fuck," he grunted, trying to get control even as his hands kneaded the bare skin of her lower back. "Anna." He swallowed hard and pulled his mouth away from hers, examining her wide eyes. Her teeth sank into her pouty bottom lip when he said, "I was going to invite you over for dinner later this week."
"As friends?" she whispered, her hands still planted on his thighs.
Bob nodded like an idiot, because once again, he was going to agree to anything she said right then. "Sure."
She kissed him softly and said, "Okay."
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But is it okay? Is it really? Next up, let's see how this dinner goes. We might need Nat to fully step in and take care of business again. Also, I love Bradley and Jake in this chapter so so so much! Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls
PART 9
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falling foolishly ღ s. winchester
summary: your best friend jess makes you go to a get-together to meet one of her classmates, the thing is, she mentioned two and you don't know which one she meant
pairings: stanford! sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x fem! reader, platonic! jessica moore x reader, platonic! sam winchester x platonic! jessica moore
requested: yes/no: by @s4wdvator thank you for requesting lovey!!
word count: 4.4K
warnings: modern/no hunting AU, no use of 'y/n', a shit ton of fluff, you and jess being little shits to each other, mentions of sex, some cursing, title is a lyric from must be love by laufey, the prequel to my smau's: must be love and too tongue tied!
a/n: my first request for sammy and its the prequel to my smau's! it was very fun to write and i hope you guys enjoy! and I love sam and jess <33
please reblog and comment! i love to hear your thoughts and it helps out a lot <3
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵
The cool, crisp January air hit your cheeks as you exited the lecture hall and wrapped your red wooly scarf around your neck. California didn't see any snow, but you were surprised that the state was capable of dropping below 60 degrees during the winter.
A slight breeze swept through the campus as the dead leaves from autumn skittered and drifted across the grass and pavement. The leaves littered the ground as you walked through the nearly barren quad of the Stanford campus and headed back to your dorm.
You were grateful that you only had two classes today, the one you just took, and you had a four-hour gap before your last one. You had your headphones on as you made your trek back to your dorm, where your roommate was no doubt still there or getting ready for her classes. You almost let out a sigh of relief when you entered the heated lobby of your dorm and quickly made your way to the third floor.
As you entered your room, you set your bag at the edge of your bed while a familiar head of long, curly blonde hair sat at her vanity as she got ready for class. You made eye contact with her blue eyes through her mirror, and you saw her mouth widen into a smile.
"Hey! how was class?" Jessica asked you as she applied a coat of mascara to her lashes.
"It was fine." You said with a roll of your eyes while taking off your scarf and cardigan, leaving you in a thin black long-sleeve and jeans.
A chuckle left Jess's lips. "You're regretting taking this 8 am aren't you?"
A mournful groan left your lips as you kicked off your shoes. "I thought I would be able to, but it's going to be the bane of my existence for the rest of this semester." You walked to your bed and face-planted into it
"Is it too late to drop it?" You heard her ask as her chair moved against the carpeted floor.
"It might be," Your pillow muffled your voice. You moved your head so you could breathe. "But the stupid class is only available this semester and not at any other time."
Your eyes followed Jessica as she shrugged on her black North Face puffer and as she walked up to your bed.
"You have my sympathy and pity." Her eyes were sparkling with mirth as she patted you on your head.
You scowled at her and swatted her hand away from your head. Jess managed to rip her hand away from your head before you could hit her as she laughed at your grumpy mood.
"Just go to class." You grumbled as you sat up and grabbed your laptop out of your bag to start on some work.
Jessica laughed before grabbing her backpack. "See ya later, bitch!" She sent you an air kiss.
"Whatever, bye whore," You sent her a two-finger salute while reading the article your teacher assigned her as Jess left your shared room.
"Hear me out-"
"No good sentence starts off with 'hear me out', Jess." You cut her off after taking a sip of your water.
The two of you sat in the dining hall, eating dinner together as people bustled and chattered around you, absorbed in their own conversations and worlds.
Jess whined your name. "Can't you hear me out for just a minute?"
"The last time I did, you got black-out drunk the day before winter break started and I had to drag you back to the dorm."
"I wasn't that bad."
"You almost threw up on me and clung on to me all night." You deadpanned at her before taking a bite of the pasta you had chosen for dinner.
"What can I say, you're a really good cuddler." Jess winked at you, but all you gave her was a straight face.
She rolled her eyes at you. "Can you blame me? We had just finished finals!"
"Righttt." You drawled out.
"Whatever, just hear me out for just a second and I swear it'll be worth your time."
You pressed your lips together. "Fine, you get a minute."
"I was invited to a small get-together and I want you to come with me as my plus one."
"Is this an actual small get-together or a ploy to get me to another party?" You narrowed your eyes at Jess.
She shook her head. "I swear." Jessica made it a point to cross her heart. "The friend I made in my Philosophy class invited me and two other classmates to their small housewarming in the apartment they just got."
"Are you sure you're able to invite someone else with you?"
Jess nodded. "Yeah, I asked them and they said it was alright."
You sighed. "Fine. I'll come."
Jessica's dazzling grin appeared on her face, and you could see her visibly getting excited. "Yes! I've been dying for you to meet my class mate anyways."
"Which one?" You raised an eyebrow.
Her grin turned into a sly smirk. "You'll see on Friday."
You squinted suspiciously at her. "I don't like that look on your face."
"What look?" She said with innocent eyes and a scheming smile still on her face as she took a bite of her food.
"I'm onto you, Moore." You pointed your plastic fork at her as menacingly as you could, but all she did was chuckle.
"I'd rather you be on top of me instead." Jess cooed as she fluttered her eyelashes at you.
The two of you had flirty banter since a month of living together. You had met Jessica at freshman orientation, and you guys had hit it off immediately, becoming fast friends and stuck by each other like glue until the day ended. You guys traded socials before you guys left. So when the move-in day came around, to both of your surprises, you guys were each other's roommates.
Since then, you guys have been best friends. It felt like you guys have been friends since you were kids. But you've only known each other for about four months, and it's only your second semester of your freshman year. Nevertheless, you have a feeling that she's going to be by your side until both of you kick the bucket.
You rolled your eyes, but a smile grew on your face. "I'd always knew you'd be the bottom out of the two of us." You teased.
Jess scoffed. "As if."
"That wasn't a no, Jess." You said in a sing-song voice as you got up to put away your now empty tray.
"Wait, no! It was!" Jessica said as she got up to follow you, your laugh ringing throughout the already loud dining hall.
You were typing away at your laptop when something was flung at you, and your vision was obscured by a piece of clothing.
"You're wearing that." You heard Jess say before you pulled it off of your face, your hair askew.
You glared at her back as she dug around the small dresser on her side of the room before looking at the offending article of clothing she unceremoniously threw at you. It was a tight, black, long-sleeved dress that had a plunging neckline. It had a skirt that flared out, and it looked like it had ended around your mid-thigh.
"Jess, are you crazy? I'm not wearing a dress in the middle of winter!" You hissed as you were getting ready to throw it back at her.
She threw something else in your direction wordlessly, and it landed on your bed. You leaned forward to grab it and saw it was one of her fleece-lined tights that she would wear if she wanted to wear a skirt in the cold.
You opened your mouth to protest before she whirled around and held a finger up. "Nuh-uh, no complaining. I let you wear whatever you wanted when we went to those parties last semester."
"Are you insulting my fashion sense?"
"Of course." Jess flashed a sarcastic grin at you.
You scowled at her in response before closing your laptop with a little more force than you needed to. You huffed before getting off your bed and began to change out of the t-shirt and leggings you wore for the day since you had no class on Fridays.
"Are you sure you're still the top in the relationship?" Jessica quipped and dodged the stuffed animal that you chucked at her from your bed with a chuckle.
After you changed into the dress and tights, you did your makeup as you usually would but applied a raspberry-tinted lip stain and some black eyeliner instead of the usual brown you did on a day-to-day basis.
You let down your hair from the hairstyle you had on all day and curled it lightly. Once you were with your hair and makeup, you put on your everyday rings, necklace, and a few spritzes of perfume and slid on your cherry red platform boots you had gotten from your sister for Christmas.
As you were bent over and zipping up your left boot, you heard a wolf whistle come from Jess. You looked up to see that Jess was wearing the opposite color as you.
Jess's dress was a frilly long-sleeve dress that ended at her mid-thigh with nude tights underneath; you assumed that they were fleeced-lined as well. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, her makeup made her look angel with flushed cheeks and wide eyes, and she was wearing black Mary Janes. If you stood side by side, you'd look like the living manifestation of yin and yang.
"Damn, it's not fair you look better than me in that dress." Jess all but pouted at you.
"I'd argue but I have a feeling you don't want us to be late."
Jess looked at her phone, and her eyes widened. "Yep, we should go now if we don't want to be late for the Uber since its like five minutes away."
You nodded and grabbed the red leather jacket you thrifted a while ago, along with your scarf, and followed Jess out the door as she grabbed her black leather jacket. The Uber to the apartment was brief, but it was filled with awkward small talk between the driver and the two of you.
As you walk into the apartment complex and ride the elevator to the fourth floor, where Jess's friend's apartment is, you feel a little nervous. You had yet to meet these people before, and you were not the most socially adjusted person.
Jessica was the extrovert out of the two of you and did most of the talking while you let her. You preferred listening anyway and chiming in when it was appropriate. You would only let loose around people you knew and were comfortable with.
Before you knew it, you had followed Jess to the apartment door. Her knock on the door broke you out of your slight daze, your body on autopilot before you snapped out of it. You heard the door unlock and swung open.
A girl with long, straight red hair, wearing glasses, and a broad smile answered the door. "Jess! I'm glad you could make it!" She greeted her with a hug before her blue eyes landed on you just behind Jess. She said your name with the same amount of enthusiasm as she greeted Jess.
You hid your confusion behind a smile as you gave her a small wave in greeting before she ushered the two of you inside her apartment.
"I've heard so much about you from Jess! I'm Mel." Mel introduced herself as she led you guys into the living room. You had noticed that there were about six or seven people in the living room, chatting and snacking on the food and drinks that were laid out.
The apartment was spacious and had an open floor plan with the kitchen to your left, the living room in front of you, and to your right, stairs that led to a loft area. You noticed some sliding doors that must have led out to a balcony since you had seen some as you looked up at the apartment complex.
Someone squealed from the kitchen, and out came a girl with tanned skin and brown bouncy curls barrel into Jess, giving her a massive hug.
"Hey, Dinah!" You could hear Jess greet who you now know is Dinah as she pulls away from the hug. "Come meet my best friend and roommate." Jess said before gesturing to you.
You saw Dinah's warm brown eyes land on you, and she smiled wide. You all got properly acquainted before you guys joined everyone else in the living room, being introduced to some of Mel's friends and Dinah's friends. You felt comfortable after being introduced and listening to the conversations that were being had. You even chimed in a couple of times, leading the conversation one time.
At one point, you saw Jess lean over to Mel, who was sitting on her other side. "Where's Sam? I thought he said he'd come?" You heard her ask Mel.
Mel nodded. "He said he was going to be a little late."
Jess hummed in response. "Okay, but-" Jess was cut off by a loud knock on the door.
"Speak of the devil and he shall appear. That must be Sam." Mel said before getting up from her seat and answering the door.
Mel came back with a guy who you assumed was Sam, and your breath hitched as you took in the sight of Sam. He was tall with brown hair and bangs you wanted to brush from his forehead. You couldn't tell what his eye color was from where you were sitting. But he had a cute nose that you traced with your eyes. He was dressed in layers from what you could tell was a dark undershirt peeking out from underneath the navy blue polo, which was covered by a worn, unzipped brown Carhartt jacket, with his hands shoved in the pockets.
Mel introduced him to the group, and everyone said variations of greetings. You saw Sam's eyes scan the group before they met yours, and you could see that his eyes were hazel, and you could tell that they shifted color depending on the lighting. You gave him a small smile, one he returned before his eyes moved to the person next to you.
Jess saw this small interaction and smirked to herself. She stood up and greeted Sam. At this point, everyone had gone back to their conversations, and you were brought into one with Dinah and another guy named Brady. But you were only half listening to them, your mind still stuck on the tall guy with hazel eyes that only stood mere feet away from you.
As the night went on, you found yourself wanting to talk to Sam but couldn't. You always seemed to psych yourself out of talking to him. As people started to get a little tipsy, you managed to slip out of the living room unnoticed and out to the balcony. Which now, you regretted instantly.
The cold night seeped into your skin as you rested your elbows on the metal railing. It was bearable, but you would prefer to wear something warmer than the dress you were wearing in this kind of weather. You were debating on going back inside to grab your jacket.
"Aren't you cold?" A voice startled you out of your thoughts, and you whipped around to find Sam standing at the closed balcony doors.
"Oh, I'm sorry." He apologized with a sheepish smile, which you thought was cute. Sam must have realized that he had scared you.
You shook your head. "You're fine, I was just lost in thought and didn't hear you come out here." You reassured him with a slight smile.
Sam seemed to relax at your words and smiled back at you. "I'm Sam." He introduced himself as he stuck out a hand for you to shake.
"I knew that." You said through a small chuckle as you shook his warm hand, his hand almost dwarfing yours as you did. "Mel introduced you when came in."
There were fairy lights strung on the metal railing and around the balcony, lighting the area with a warm and inviting atmosphere. You could see a blush grow on Sam's cheeks as he realized that she did, in fact, introduce him to the entire room.
"Right, I forgot about that." Sam let out a nervous laugh.
You quickly introduced yourself to Sam, and he said your name like he was testing how it rolled off of his tongue. The way he said your name sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you smiled at him.
"How do you know Mel?" He asked with a gentle smile on his face.
"I don't. Jess asked me to come with her to meet some of her classmates."
"Oh! That's right I remember Jess talk about her best friend a lot before class."
You raised your eyebrow at that factoid. You didn't realize that Jess talked about you that much, which sent warmth to your chest. "Didn't realize that Jess talked about me that much." You said with a nervous chuckle.
Sam's smile broadens as he nods. "She does."
"Well, what's your story, Sam? What brings you to Stanford?" You ask him.
Before you know it, the both of you were launched into a conversation that flowed like a river in a dense forest. You found out Sam was in pre-law; he is from Lawrence, Kansas, with an older brother named Dean, and his brother is a firefighter back home. In turn, you told him about the major you were in, your family, and where you grew up.
You guys were so deep into your conversation that you didn't feel the cold anymore until a shiver racked your body when the breeze suddenly picked up. Sam noticed, and his face twisted with concern.
"Crap, I didn't even realize it was that cold out here. Here." Before you could protest, he shrugged off his brown jacket and stepped closer to you to drape it over your shoulders, filling your nose with a faint woody and fresh linen scent.
You were stunned by his actions momentarily before his stepping away snapped you to the present, and you put your arms through the sleeves. The jacket engulfed you; it was the same length as your dress, and you had to scrunch up the sleeves since they were so long.
Sam had a fond smile on his face as you focused on pulling up his sleeves before he looked away and exhaled a breath. He realized you could see his breath, so he looked back at you. His breath caught as he saw the girl that Sam thought was pretty when he first walked into the apartment, swarming in his jacket before he shook his head to get rid of the thoughts that were forming in his mind.
"We should probably head back inside." He suggested as he shoved his hands into his jeans, no longer being warmed by his jacket.
You agreed with his words, and Sam opened the sliding door and gestured for you to go inside first. You shot him a grateful smile before stepping into the warm apartment.
You took a few steps forward until you were propelled backward as you got a faceful of blonde hair in your face and arms wrapping around your shoulders. You would have toppled over if it wasn't for Sam's tall form and hands landing on your waist, underneath his jacket, and steadying you from behind.
You couldn't focus on anything besides his warm hands seeping through the fabric but were brought back to Jess's tipsy ramblings.
"You're b-back! I was wondering where you went." Jess's words were slurred slightly as she booped you on the nose.
Sam eventually let go of you as you steadied yourself with Jess in your arms.
"Yeah, I am Jess," You chuckled lightly at the blissful smile that was on Jessica's face. "I was out on the balcony with Sam."
Her blue eyes brightened at the mention of Sam, and she finally seemed to notice that he was behind you. "Sammy!" Jess called out cheerfully.
You heard Sam chuckle as he moved to the side so you could see him. "Hi Jess," Sam said with a smile.
How in the hell are you now noticing that he has dimples. Christ, this dude was getting more and more cuter by the second.
"He was the classmate I wanted to introduce you to. Sam is totally your type, you know?" She whispered to you a little too loud, and Sam could still hear her.
"Like he's smart, tall, handsome, and-" You cut off Jess by slapping your hand over her mouth. She continued to speak, her words muffled as you felt your cheeks flush with heat as you dared to look at Sam.
You could tell that Sam was thoroughly amused by Jess's drunken ramblings and your now flustered state.
"She's a clingy and loud drunk if you couldn't tell by now." You said with a tight smile on your face as you thought of the many ways that you could murder Jess.
The smirk on Sam's face was making your heart beat faster. "Yeah, I think I got the picture now. I've never seen her like this."
"Yeah, well, I've seen her like this many times." You finally pulled your hand away from her mouth when you felt her stop talking and nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck.
You sighed and patted her back. "Come on, Jessy. Let's go sit down and get some water in you."
Jessica grumbled into your neck, and you could barely make out the words, but it sounded like she wanted to go home. You looked at Sam with an exasperated expression on your face, making him laugh. You couldn't hold back the smile on your face at the sound of his bright laugh.
"Okay, but let's drink some water, say bye to everyone, and then we can go, okay?" You said gently to Jess as you petted the top of her head, and all she did was nod into your neck before adjusting herself so she could be tucked into your side.
"I'll come with you," Sam said. "Looks like you have your hands full and need help." He gestured to the 5'10 blonde nineteen-year-old hanging off of you.
With some thought, you eventually accepted Sam's help. With his help, Jess drank a bottle of water and ate some food that was still out. You said bye to everyone in the apartment, grabbed your jackets, and Sam called an Uber for the three of you to take it back to the dorm since he lived in the building across from yours.
Sam graciously took the front seat while you and Jess sat in the back. She dozed on your shoulder, and before you knew it, the three of you were back on campus with Jess's shoulder slung over your shoulder as you led Sam to your room. You were okay with just walking back to the dorms by yourself with Jess, but Sam insisted that he'd walk you guys to your room.
If this was anyone else, you would have been creeped out, but you knew Sam had nothing but good intentions behind those eyes that reminded you of a puppy's. So he walked with you and Jess all the way until you made it to the room. At this point, Jess had sobered up slightly but trudged into the room as you unlocked it. You stood in the doorway as Sam lingered in the hall.
"Thanks for helping, you made things easier than it had ever been before."
Sam shook his head. "No problem. Does she get that way a lot?"
"No. Sometimes it's me clinging to her, but more often than not it's Jess." You said with a small chuckle. Sam smiled at the sound of your laugh and looked down at his feet.
Sam looked a little nervous as he looked back at you. "I'm glad we met. I really liked talking to you tonight."
"So did I." You sent him a kind smile.
"Could I get your number?"
Your smile widened as you nodded. The two of you traded phones as you set up new contacts with one another. Once you were done, you guys gave each other's respective phones back, smiles lingering on your faces. You looked down at your boots and remembered that you were still wearing his jacket.
"Oh! here's your jacket." You took it off, even if you didn't want to, and gave it back to Sam.
Sam took it and folded it over his arm as if it were a suit jacket. You both stared at each other for a moment before you spoke up.
"Well, thanks for the help and walking us back, Sam. You've been a real gentleman."
He playfully bowed, bending slightly at the waist as he placed his free hand on his chest, looking at you cheekily. "The pleasure has been mine," Sam said before straightening to his full height.
A giggle escaped your lips. "Cheeky." You said before you bit your bottom lip. You didn't want to second guess yourself, and even in your platform boots, you had to lean up and plant a kiss on Sam's cheek.
"Goodnight, Sam." You said with a shy smile as you drew back from him, a dopey smile on his face as his dimples appeared on his face.
"Yeah," He said breathily before shaking his head slightly and clearing his throat. "Goodnight," Sam said your name before the two of you shared a smile. You stepped back from the doorway and closed the door. You locked the door and turned around to find Jess sitting on her bed with tired eyes but a shit-eating grin on her face.
"You saw the entire thing didn't you?"
"Mhm. Never knew you had the balls to kiss him on the cheek. Maybe you are the top."
Jess wasn't fast enough to dodge the massive stuffed animal you kept on the edge of your bed, and the two of you dissolved into laughter as it hit her face.
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Boys Day Out
First Lady of Private Garden Fic
Synopsis: First Lady sends her favorite boys Jack, Axel, and Urban to the Chelsea game
Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader
First Lady of Private Garden Masterlist
Requested by: 1/3 of hot chips and bad decisions @hoodharlow 😘
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Hearing the doorbell ring, you checked the security cameras to see that it was Blanca and Jessica and quickly went to open the door from your spot on the couch that you had been sitting on.
Once they stepped into the house, they took notice of how quiet it was and looked at you confused.
“Where is everyone? Because I don't think I have ever heard your house this quiet.” Jessica whispered, ultimately waiting for her nieces and nephew to tackle her. Because she knew that it was only a matter of time.
“I was thinking the exact same thing.” Blanca added as the two of them followed you into the kitchen as you poured all three of you a glass of red wine.
“Umm, Y/N? It's 9 in the morning.” Blanca called out to you once you had slid her glass in front of her seeing as you still haven't said anything.
“I'm fine, just taking it all in and it's 5 o'clock somewhere.” You said while sighing and immediately downing your glass and opting now to drink straight from the bottle.
“I-......” Jessica started to say as she and Blanca exchanged a look.
“Do we….”
“No, you do NOT need to call him.” You blurted out immediately knowing she was talking about Jack.
“We're going to have to disagree with you there.”
“I sent him, Ax, and Urb to London for the Chelsea game because they were getting on my last nerve. Not Axel, but the other two. I love them to pieces, but got damn. I needed a breather. Jack has been up my ass lately.”
“Uh? When is he not? That's your husband?” Blanca asked you not understanding because there was never a time that you didn't want to be around him.
“I'm trying to plan something for him that's really special and I can't do that when he is breathing down my neck. Now add three little people into that equation. I can't even pee by myself anymore without one of my four children, yes, I said four but I should have said five because Urban is my oldest banging on the door. Last night I was this close to sleeping in the bathroom with the door locked.”
“And Jack would have still broken down the door to get to you.”
“Correct.” You sighed while continuing to sip from the wine bottle.
“But where are your other two?”
“With my parents. I called my mom this morning and I was like you begged for grandchildren so come and get them.”
“I literally CANNOT.” Blanca exclaimed while laughing.
“I put Ivy and Autumn on the doorstep with their backpacks with clothes and toys for the entire weekend and I was like see you next week. I really wanted to say see you when you're 18, but that wouldn't have gone over well so now I have been sitting in silence and I am not complaining one bit.”
Meanwhile, Jack, Urban, and Axel had just landed in London and on the way to the hotel, Ax asked Jack for his phone.
“Daddy, can I see your phone?”
“What do you need it for, bubs?” Jack asked as he stuck his hand in his pocket to get it out.
“I need to talk to mommy.” Ax answered without missing a beat and Jack knew that it was only a matter of time.
“Hold on, let me facetime her.”
You answered on the second ring and all you saw was a fluffy head of brown curls.
“Mommy!”
“Hi my baby boy. Move the phone from your face a little. All I can see is your hair!”
Jack helped him adjust it so now you could see both of them.
“There's my two handsome boys. Well three because I know Urban is there somewhere too.”
“I still haven't forgiven the two of you for leaving me at wing stop.” Urban said while leaning over so that you could see him too.
“Urby! That was ONE time!”
“One time too many!”
“Wifey, what are you up to?” Jack asked as he saw you nursing a bottle of red wine. Little did he know, this was your second.
“Enjoying sitting in complete silence besides B and Jess.”
“I…. Not hot chips and bad decisions!”
“Yes, hot chips and bad decisions! Leave us alone!”
“Jack, stop getting on your wife’s nerves!” Jack heard Jessica say as he saw her walk past in the background.
“Jessica! And don't eat all my snacks either!”
“Well I have to because we came to watch the game with wifey and keep her company!”
“Baby? Since when do you watch soccer?” Jack asked while looking at you confused.
“Since today. And I always used to watch you play anyway.”
“Mommy, I miss you.” Ax piped up and you could feel the tugging of your heart strings.
“Ax… we literally just got here.” Jack said while shaking his head and Urban stifled a laugh.
“Daddy, you just said that you missed mommy before we called her.”
“I…. it be your own kids.”
“I miss you too bubs!” You said and saw him crack a small smile.
“But you don't miss your husband?!”
“Yes of course I miss my baby daddy, but you and Urby have been getting on my LAST nerve this past week.”
“Wait! NOW WHY AM I IN IT!?” Urban exclaimed while leaning back over into the camera and looking confused.
“Urban Henry… don't go there with me. You and your best friend act more like toddlers than my actual toddlers.”
“I… I'm going to get you for that when I get back.”
“Mm hmm, sure. Anyway, I love all three of you very much, but especially Axel Wyatt. And have fun at the game. And Axel?”
“Yes, mommy?”
“Be on your absolute best behavior for daddy and Uncle Urby. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I promise.”
“Listen to everything that they say, okay?”
He eagerly nodded his head as you then focused your attention on Jack.
“I love you, smush.”
“I love you too, baby girl. Promise to call you later.”
The three of you were in the kitchen making snacks for the game when a picture suddenly came through on your phone from Jack.
Smush- I thought the shirt was fitting so I had to buy it. We're eating and then going to the game. Hot chips still got you in one piece over there?
You- I'm about to yell and you know why I'm about to yell but I'll give you a chance to fix it first. Send me a pic of Ax in five minutes and what I see will determine if I kick you and Urban’s ass. And yes I am in one piece, but you and Urby won't be if you don't fix what's wrong
Urban was sitting across from Jack and saw how his face got a confused expression and immediately asked what was wrong.
“Do you see anything wrong with the pic of Ax I took?”
“No. It looks fine.”
“Then why did she send me this?” Jack asked as he shoved his phone towards Urban who instantly rolled his eyes.
“Why am I ALWAYS in it!? And what in the world are we supposed to fix in five minutes!?”
“Your guess is as good as mine! Even though there's an entire ocean between us, I take her threats seriously.”
“Only a matter of time before she shows up if we don't fix it.”
Jack quickly sent you another text telling you how confused he was.
Smush- Baby, I'm not understanding 😕
You- You have three minutes
“URB! HELP!” Jack yelled while shoving his phone towards him.
“WHAT YOU YELLING FOR?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HELP YOU IF I DON'T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON EITHER?!”
“This is just as bad as when I thought I lost my wedding ring.”
“Had us both stressed out but she had it the whole time.”
“Bubs, finish up your food so we can get to the stadium and put on your coat.”
“But I'm not cold, daddy.”
“Ax, if we go home and you end up getting sick, your mother will not be happy with me so put it on. And put your hat on too.”
“So, you want me to be hot?”
“Axel, put them on and put them on now before I call her.”
“Fine.”
It was the middle of the game when the three of you were watching in your living room when the camera suddenly cut to Jack, Urban, and Axel and your eyes instantly went wide as you grabbed your phone. Jack still didn't figure out what was wrong with the picture of Axel that he had sent you earlier, but seeing him at the game without his coat on while Jack and Urban was wearing theirs had you instantly annoyed. The last thing you wanted to deal with was a sick Axel because he is literally Jack in a little kid's body and acted exactly how he did when he got sick.
“Why doesn't Axel have on his coat?” Jessica asked as your fingers were flying across your phone screen asking your husband the exact same thing.
“That's what I'm asking him right now.”
You- Jackman Thomas Harlow
Smush- 👀
Smush- Whatever it is, I didn't do it and neither did Urban because I know you’re about to throw him in there too
You- If our child comes back to Louisville sick, I will not be happy
Smush- Why would he come back sick?
You- He doesn't have on his coat!
Jack then turned to Axel who had once again taken off his coat after he had told him numerous times to keep it on.
“Bubs!”
“Yes, daddy?”
“Put your coat on! Why do you keep taking it off!?!? It is 40 degrees out here and your mother will kill me if you have so much as a sniffle when we get back. And where is your hat!?”
“In my pocket.”
“Axel Wyatt….”
“Yes?”
“You have five seconds to get your hat and coat on.”
This continued on and off for the rest of the game and Axel only kept his coat and hat on for a total of thirty minutes between Jack and Urban telling him to put it on.
The three of them were now flying back and Jack was praying the entire time that Axel wouldn't start sneezing or spike a temperature. He was currently laid out on Jack when he felt his forehead and it was slightly warmer than usual and he immediately groaned.
“She's going to have a damn fit.” He muttered to himself, but Urban heard him.
“Not your fault that he kept taking it off.” Urban responded while shrugging.
“Hmm, tell my wife that and tell me how it goes.” Jack replied as Axel shifted his position on his lap and cuddled closer to Jack.
Jack and Axel had been back for a few days when you heard several sneezes in a row from your husband and all you did was sigh as you walked in the direction that he was in which was your bedroom meaning that he was awake.
When he spotted you, he looked up at you with his eyes red as well as his nose.
“No. Don't you dare say it.”
“Say what, baby?” You asked him while coming up to hug him and reaching up to give him a small kiss which he gladly accepted.
Your immune system could handle it and typically while everyone in the house was sick, you weren't.
“Your son got me sick.”
“Oh, so now he's my son? Since when is he not yours too?”
“He's the one who didn't wear a coat for the majority of the time and I'm the one who gets sick. How does that work?!”
“Because kids are literally walking germs. That's why.”
Axel peeked his head into your bedroom and you motioned for him to come all the way in.
“Yes, bubs?” Jack asked and Axel sighed before letting out a fit of coughs.
“Daddy, you got me sick. I don't feel good.” He said as he reached up towards Jack so that he could pick him up.
“I did WHAT NOW?” Jack asked as he picked him up.
Axel didn't have time to answer, but instead sneezed on Jack who had a look of disbelief on his face.
“Seriously Ax? Bless you.”
“Sorry, daddy.” Ax answered as he did his best to cough into his arm.
“And mommy, I was so cold when we were at the game.”
“I….” Jack started to say but then turned back to look at Axel.
“That's what happens when you don't listen to daddy and you got me sick. Not the other way around.”
“I didn't start coughing until you did.”
“Okay, enough you two. Get in the bed, NOW.”
“Do we get cuddles from you?” Axel asked looking up at you hopeful as Jack climbed into the bed with him in his arms.
“For now, you're cuddling daddy because you are not getting mommy sick. I'll bring meds and food soon.”
Axel sighed as he looked up at Jack.
“You aren't mommy, but I guess you’ll have to do.” He said as he climbed on Jack’s chest and laid down while trying to get comfortable.
“Really, Ax?”
“Daddy, just try not to snore. I'm taking a nap, wake me up when the food is done.”
“As long as you don't kick me like you usually do we shouldn't have a problem.”
“Not my fault you take up all the space.”
“You little…”
“OKAY! Both of you lay down right now.”
Without another word, both of them did as they were told and you simply placed kisses on both the tops of their heads.
“Not another word out of either of you and Ax, the next time daddy says for you to put on your coat and hat in 40 degree weather, you do it.”
“But.. “
“Not another word, remember?”
This led to Axel getting a pout on his face and cuddling closer to Jack who simply laughed.
“So much for boys day out. Now the both of you are sick.”
Suddenly your phone went off in your hand indicating a text from Urban.
Urby Baby- Your son got me sick
You- Well according to him his father got him sick
Urby Baby- Can you bring me soup? PLEASE
You- I do something nice for the three of you and this is what I get in return? I have to take care of all three of you now that yall are sick!?! Do I have to do everything!?!?
Urby Baby- Come on Lil Bit, I said please!
You- Be over here in fifteen minutes 🙄
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urbanwyatt: and it was at that moment, jackharlow knew he fucked up lmaoooo
lilnasx: who was he texting? urbanwyatt: lilnasx as Axel likes to call her, the boss lol jackharlow: I was fighting for my damn life in those text messages. wifey going off and me not having any idea what she's talking about y/ninsta: and now all three of you got me sick smh jackharlow: y/ninsta that leads to ultimate cuddles from me and Ax y/ninsta: jackharlow so he can sneeze in my face like he did you? jessicakelce: now you do something nice for them and this is how they repay you? outta pocket y/ninsta: jessicakelce same thing I said smh urbanwyatt: y/ninsta my soup was good bestie. thank you 🥰 y/ninsta: jackharlow babeeeee my throat hurts jackharlow: y/ninsta I got a cure for that 😏😏😏😏 jackharlow: y/ninsta wait, baby why'd you lock the bedroom door?! not you leaving me and Ax outside y/ninsta: jackharlow when you say stupid shit like that, this is the result lilnasx: jackharlow what the boss says goes jackharlow: lilnasx not you too 🙄
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I’d be so so keen to read something about Em coming out as bisexual to Aaron (aware you’ve had an ask for this I just want to stress the interest 🫶🏼)
It’s something I struggle with myself and the validation of being bisexual is something that’s very real. It would be lovely to read something like this as something that seems realistic for Em. The way you write is so beautiful and intricate and I know you’d do a wonderful job.
For anyone else reading this - you are valid whoever you are and whoever you choose to love <3
Happy Fridayyyyy!!!
Hi bestie <3
I've been asked to do this a few times, and as a bi girl myself it is very close to my heart. I wanted to make sure I did it justice so waited until it felt right and now really does feel like the time. It is also coming to the end of Bi Visibility week, so here we are!
This feels oddly personal, almost like I'm putting out some pages of a diary out there for people to read, so I hope this is as cathartic to read for those who wanted it as it was to write.
As always, let me know what you think, I'm nervous about this one because it feels important!
-x-
The Past is Never Far
She’d told herself for years that she’d never mention it. It was, after all, not the biggest secret she had kept.
Emily and Aaron walk into an ex of hers when they are out on a date, and it prompts her to tell him something she's not told him before.
Warnings: Coming out (mentions of past bad experiences doing so)
Words: 3.2k
Read over on Ao3, or the below the cut
Emily hums contentedly as she squeezes Aaron’s hand, her eyes catching his as she looks up at him and smiles, “This is nice.”
He smiles back, relaxed and content and handsome in the fading light as he lifts her hand to kiss her knuckles, “It is,” he replies, kissing her knuckles again before he tucks their joint hands into his coat pocket to protect them from the chill in the air, “We’re near that ice cream place you like, we could get some on the way back to the car?”
Date night was something they’d established early on in their relationship. They had so little time just the two of them so it was important to them both to have this one night every month where they could have just that. Jack would spend the night at Jessica’s, often pouting that he wanted to come with them too, something Emily and Aaron would salve with love and assurances they’d all have breakfast together the next day, and the two of them would go to one of their favourite restaurants. The nice weather was fading, summer disappearing into Autumn. It was Emily’s favourite time of year. Not because her birthday was coming up, or because Jack and Aaron’s were too, but because of the cool air and the sun on her face. The ever-present reminder in the wind about the beauty of change as the colour of the leaves started to fade to orange and gold.
Aaron knew she loved this time of year, so he’d been easily convinced to go on a walk with her around the block before they returned to his car and back to their apartment. She’d moved in with him and Jack recently, the apartment that was once just theirs hers now too, and they were looking for a house. A place they could buy and call home, something they both wanted so desperately and had been denied for so long.
She smiles, leaning in so her shoulder bumps against his, “It’s too cold for ice cream.”
Aaron chuckles and kisses her temple. He stops them on the street, the hand not linked through hers on her hip as he guides her backwards so they don’t block the sidewalk. He leans in to kiss her, “You’re the one who told me it’s never too cold for ice cream,” he replies, leaning in to kiss her, stamping his lips against hers once more before he removes his hand from her hip and digs through his other pocket, smiling in victory as he pulls out a pair of her gloves, “Plus, I came prepared. Your hands won’t get cold and you can still have Rocky Road - the best of both worlds.”
She beams at him and cups his cheek, pulling him in for a kiss before she rests her forehead against his, “I love you.”
“Love you too, sweetheart,” he says, kissing the corner of her mouth before he pulls back and they continue walking down the street, content and happy in each other's company.
He buys them ice cream once they make it to the store, a double scoop of Rocky Road for her in a cone and one scoop of coffee in a tub for him. He chuckles at her as a drip of ice cream falls onto her gloves and she narrows her eyes at him, making a point of maintaining eye contact as she licks the remnants of it from the ridge of the cone, her smile wide as she watches him swallow thickly. She’s about to say something, to add to the teasing, when she hears a familiar voice behind her, one she hadn’t heard in years.
“Emily Prentiss?”
Her eyes go wide as she turns around, uncharacteristically caught out as she clears her throat, scrambling for something to say as she comes face to face with a piece of her past she hadn’t expected to see again, “Cat.”
Cat chuckles as she steps forward, pulling a still shell-shocked Emily into a hug, “I thought it was you, Em,” she says, squeezing her before she steps back, “It’s been a long time. 15 years maybe?”
“Closer to 20,” Emily laughs, the shake to it grabbing Aaron’s attention as he watches the interaction between the two women. Emily looks at him and curses herself internally for getting so flustered, “Aaron, this is Catherine Thomas, Cat, we…” she swallows thickly, her lips pressed together to keep the whole truth back, “We go way back,” she smiles as she turns to Cat, sees a spark in her eyes she hadn’t thought about in years, “Cat, this is Aaron. My boyfriend.”
Cat smiles and holds her hand out for Aaron and he shakes it, “Lovely to meet you, Aaron.”
“You too,” he replies, looking back and forth between the two women, curious at his girlfriend’s reaction, at the way her shoulders are slightly tight as she watches them interact.
“Anyway,” Cat says, looking back at Emily, “My wife is just getting some ice cream. I can’t believe you still come here after all these years.”
Emily nods, “Best ice cream in the city.”
Cat looks up at Aaron, “Emily introduced me to this place when we first met,” she says, smiling fondly at a memory that was just theirs, “And I bring my wife and kids here now too.”
Aaron smiles, “My son loves it here too.”
“Cat?”
They all turn at the sound of another woman’s voice to see her standing there with two pre-teens, both of them looking relatively irritated at being forced to spend the evening out with their parents, her expression curious as she looks at her wife. Cat nods and indicates she’ll be over in a minute before she turns back to Emily and Aaron.
“Well,” she says, “I’ve been summoned. It was good to see you, Emily. You seem well,” she hugs her again, something Emily returns, careful not to drip ice cream on her back.
“Nice to see you too, Cat,” she says, smiling as she pulls back, her gaze falling on her family behind them, “Your family is beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Cat beams before she looks at Aaron, “Nice to meet you, Aaron.”
“Nice to meet you too,” he replies. They watch as Cat walks back to her family, gratefully taking her ice cream from her wife as she makes it to her side, saying something they can’t hear, “She seems nice.”
“Yeah,” Emily says, feeling out of sorts from the flashback to a past life, something from so long ago it felt like it had happened to someone else. A part of her she kept secret, even from Aaron, “She is.”
“Shall we go home?” He offers, his gaze on her as she smiles at him, a tenseness to it that she doesn’t hide well as her eyes meet his. She nods, shaking her head to rid herself of the feeling that had settled over her the last few minutes. The strange mix of nostalgia for her past when she was young and unburdened by responsibility and everything to come, and happiness for someone she’d once loved, all whilst she stood next to the person she knew was the love of her life, the man she’d spend the rest of her life with.
“Yeah,” she says, smiling as she presses her lips together, her focus back on her ice cream as she eats some more, “Let’s go home.”
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She thinks about it for a couple of days.
She’d told herself for years that she’d never mention it, her relationship with Cat and the other women she’d dated over the years, because it wasn’t relevant. Since she’d come back to DC, still on uneven ground after being Lauren Reynolds and being with Ian, she’d only dated men. It wasn’t a purposeful act, not something she’d particularly tried to do, but it had happened. So it meant telling her friends, her new family, seem unimportant.
It was, after all, not the biggest secret she was keeping from them.
She’d never even told her mother. Sure that, at best, her reaction would be to tell her it was ‘just a phase.’ At worst, she was sure her mother’s rather selective catholicism would make itself known, and she didn’t want to put herself through it. Instead, she kept the few relationships she’d had with women from her, and the one time she’d met Cat she’d introduced her as a friend, something that she hadn’t known at the time would start to unravel their relationship. The first pull at the thread that held them together, Cat’s confidence in her sexuality so much stronger than Emily’s had been at the time. Cat had been out and proud the entire time she’d known her, and, in the long run, their difference in how they approached it would never have worked.
There were times when Emily had considered telling the team. When she’d make eyes at a woman across a bar when they were all out together, but she’d always chicken out, even with her tongue loosened and her cheeks warmed by tequila. People, mostly ex-boyfriends, had reacted poorly before. Either telling her that bi-sexual wasn’t a real thing, dismissing something she’d always known to be true about herself, or over-sexualising it, a familiar look in their eyes as they saw how her sexuality could benefit them.
After Paris, she decided she’d simply keep it to herself. Her friend's view of her had been changed anyway, the person they thought she was dead and gone, buried in the grave that had always been empty. She couldn’t bear to do it again, to once again change what they thought they knew about her, even for something like this, so she didn’t. Even when she started dating Aaron, sweet, kind loving, Aaron who had never been anything but supportive and unflinching whenever she told him anything she hesitated.
Ever since they’d walked into Cat, she felt the need to tell him. To uncover this last final part of herself that she’d kept hidden away. He knew everything about Ian. He knew about Rome. It was time he knew about this too.
Even though she wants to tell him, she feels nervous. A familiar kind of anxiety settles in her chest as she snuggles up on the couch with him one night, determined to not put it off any longer. Jack was in bed, safe and asleep in his room down the hall, and the TV was on, a movie they’d watched countless times before fading into the background as she sinks into her boyfriend’s side. She presses her face against his shoulder, breathing him in, breathing in the last few moments of how things were before she changed them forever.
“I need to tell you something,” she says, her words partially muffled by his shirt before she pulls back, her brows furrowed as she corrects herself, “Actually, I don’t need to tell you. But I want to.”
He watches her carefully for a moment before he nods, reaching for the remote to turn off the TV, ensuring she has all of his attention. He turns so he’s facing her, his knee skimming her thigh as she turns too, her focus on the top of the couch. She tugs nervously at a loose thread, a nervous habit he’s grateful distracts her from her cuticles. He thinks of the ring he has tucked away in his sock drawer, of how he pictures her twisting it around her finger when she is nervous or worried. He reaches out for her, frowning when she jumps ever so slightly when his hand lands on her knee. He squeezes gently, smiling even though she doesn’t look up at him.
“You can tell me anything, you know that,” he assures her, and she nods, her lips pressed together as she continues to pull at the thread on the couch.
“You…” she swallows thickly, her eyes closed as she trips over the words she’d practised in her head for days, “You remember that woman we bumped into the other day, Cat?” She asks, her eyes darting up to his face as he nods, “She…she wasn’t just a friend. She was my girlfriend. We dated for almost a year when we were both in college,” she blows out a breath, her chest shuddering with it, feeling somehow lighter and heavier at the same time with the admission, “I’m Bisexual.”
Her words hang in the air around them and she holds her breath, waiting for his reaction, unable to bring herself to look at him, worried about what she’d find.
“Thank you for telling me,” he says, his words even and calm, his softness so jarring she looks up at him fast enough it cricks her neck, a pain she barely feels as he carries on, “And thank you for trusting me - I know that can’t have been easy.”
She chokes on a humourless laugh, “Thats…that’s it?”
He smiles at her, his dimples carved out in his cheeks in a way she loves, and he squeezes her knee, “Did you…want a different reaction?”
“No,” she replies, shaking her head, choking on something she can’t name - a sound between a sob and a laugh caught in her chest, “No, not at all. I’ve just never had someone react so…well before.”
He furrows his brow, “What do you mean, sweetheart?”
She laughs bitterly and shakes her head, wiping away a tear she hadn’t expected until she felt it on her cheek, “I once had an ex-boyfriend ask me if it meant we could have a threesome,” she says, scrunching her nose up at the memory. She looks at Aaron and smiles at the pure horror on his face, his brow furrowing in indignation for a past version of her, “I broke up with him when it became very clear he already had a list of women who’d be ‘up for it’ at the ready.”
He clenches his jaw, “I’m sorry he reacted like that,” he replies, “You deserved better than that. You deserve better.”
She presses her lips together and shakes her head lovingly as more tears slip past her lash line, “Well, I have better now,” she says, playing her hand over his on her knee, linking their fingers together, “Do you have any questions?”
“Have you dated any other women?” He asks softly, curious more than anything, and she nods, running her thumb back and forth over his hand.
“Yeah, a couple of others but none as serious as my relationship with Cat. And I’ve had a few dates and drunken hook-ups,” she replies, her cheeks burning with embarrassment she knows she shouldn't feel.
“Have you always known?”
She nods, “Since I was pretty young,” she smiles her lips pressed together at the memory, “Let’s just say, The Dukes of Hazzard was a bit of an awakening. Luke Duke was hot…and so was Daisy Duke.”
He smiles and squeezes her hand, lifting it to kiss her knuckles, “What made you tell me now?”
She blows out a slow breath, “After we walked into Cat, I realised I didn’t want to hide it from you anymore. All the reasons I had for doing so suddenly didn’t make any sense.”
He pulls her into a hug, his arm tight around her as he kisses her cheek, “I’m glad you told me,” he says, smiling as she turns her head to kiss him.
“I’m glad I did too,” she replies, nudging her nose against his, “I…I was so worried it would change how you looked at me.”
He frowns and pulls back to look at her, shaking his head as he tucks some of her hair behind her ear, “Never,” he assures her, “Nothing ever could. Especially this.”
She furrows her brow and tilts her head at him, “What do you mean?”
He sighs as he chooses his words carefully, “You’ve always been bi, sweetheart, right? It’s been part of who you are as long as I’ve known you, and it’s been part of you as long as I’ve loved you,” he smiles as he reaches out to wipe away a tear from her cheek, “So it doesn’t change anything because it’s always been who you are, even if you hadn’t told me.”
She leans forward, her forehead against his neck as she breathes him in again, the world the same as it had been before she’d told him, but somehow different too. His understanding of her deeper but everything else unchanged. She takes a moment to hold him close, and she plays everything he’d said back in her head. A conversation she’d remember again and again as a reminder of how much he loved her, how well he loved her. Something she thinks that, after everything, she might just deserve. She furrows her brow as she thinks about it, the way he’d said part of all those wonderful things catching in her chest. Aaron was purposeful in everything. Not calculated, but purposeful. He never said anything he didn’t mean, and she narrows her eyes at him as she pulls back.
“Wait…you said ‘even if I hadn’t told you…” she tilts her head as he clears his throat, avoiding her eye contact, “Oh my god - you knew?”
He sighs, scratching the back of his head with the hand not tangled up in hers, “Sweetheart-”
She scoffs and lightly hits his chest, her cheeks burning at the thought that she’d got herself so worked up over something he apparently already knew, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
He smiles at her indignation, catching her hand before she slaps his chest again for laughing at her. He kisses her knuckles and smiles fondly at her, disarming her ability to be annoyed at him so easily she’s annoyed at herself.
“It wasn’t my place to, Em,” he says, “It’s your story to tell.”
She knows he’s right and she huffs out a breath, her cheek against his shoulder as she pouts in a way she’d deny if he brought it up, “How the hell did you know?”
“As someone who has been in love with you for much longer than I care to admit, I paid close attention to your interactions with anyone I thought might be flirting with you,” he smiles as she tilts her head to look at him, “It didn’t take long to realise you have chemistry with literally every person you ever meet.”
She suppresses a laugh, her lips pressed together as one more wave of anxiety rolls through her, “And you don’t mind?”
He shakes his head, leaning in to kiss her, his hand on her cheek to hold her in place, “If anything, it just makes me feel even more lucky that out of everyone you could be with you chose to be with me.”
She sighs but it catches in her chest, love for him filling her lungs so fast she can’t catch her breath, “Oh, no honey,” she says, placing her hand over his on her cheek, shaking her head as he catches a tear the moment it slips free from her lashes, “I’m the lucky one.”
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Choreographers and where they danced at
ALDC
Rachel Kreiling (NYCDA Faculty) Gianna Martello (ALDC Faculty)
Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts
Mandy Korpinen (Radix Faculty)
Bolero
Nika Kljun (Jump Faculty)
CC & Company Dance
Kirsten Russell (Jump Faculty)
Center Stage Performing Arts Studio
Ashly Costa (Nuvo Faculty) Jenna Johnson (24Seven Faculty)
Club Dance Studio
Kalani Hilliker Brynn Rumfallo (Club Dance Faculty) Jaycee Wilkins (Club Dance Faculty)
Dance Academy USA
Cindy Salgado (NYCDA Faculty)
Dance Connection 2
Erica Marr (Jump Faculty and Club Faculty)
Dance Connections (Greensboro)
Jared Grimes (NYCDA Faculty)
Danceology
Alexa Huey (Danceology Faculty) Jackie Mougel (Danceology Faculty)
Dance Precisions
Molly Long (Jump Faculty and Project 21) Scott Myrick (Pave Faculty) Lonni Olsen (The Space Faculty) Jessica Riches (the Space Faculty)
Dance Town
Rudy Abreu (Dance Town Faculty) D'Angelo Castro (Dance Town Faculty) Ruby Castro (Dance Town Faculty) Easton Payne (Dance Town Faculty) Camila Schwarz (Jump Faculty)
Dance World Academy
Mristen Gorski (Nuvo Faculty)
Denise Smith Dance Studio
Akira Uchida (Jump Faculty)
Denise Wall's Dance Energy
Travis Wall
DC Dance Factory
Elizabeth Petrin (24Seven Faculty)
Elite Dance By Damian
Chelsea Sebes (Evolve Dance Complex)
Evolve Dance Complex
Lauren Herb (Evolve Dance Complex Faculty)
Focal Point Dance Studios
Angela Cifone
Haja Dance Company
Madi Mac (Evolve Dance Complex Faculty)
Joanne Chapman School of Dance
Shannon Mather (24Seven Faculty and Mather) Blake McGrath (24Seven Faculty)
Just Plain Dancin'
Kenzie Fisher (K2 Studios) Kierra Fisher (K2 Studios)
Kathy Haller School of Dance
Julia Pearson (Danceology Faculty)
Kerry Smith's Academy of Dance Arts
Michael Keefe (Jump Faculty)
Larkin Dance Studio
Eva Igo Madison Jordan (Larkin Faculty) Taylor Sieve (Jump Faculty) Mackenzie Symanietz (Larkin Faculty)
Le Studio
Suzi Taylor (NYCDA Faculty)
Mary Alice's Dance Studio
Ali Dietz (NYCDA Faculty)
Master Ballet Academy
Sophia Lucia
Mather Dance Company
Kenzie Fisher (K2 Studios) Kierra Fisher (K2 Studios) Emily Madden (Mather Faculty) Autumn Miller (The Space Faculty) Lonni Olsen (The Space Faculty) Jessica Riches (The Space Faculty) Lexie Rosenstrauch (Mather Faculty) Nicole Smith (Mather)
Michelle Latimer Dance Academy
Kayla Radomski (Radix Faculty) Dana Wilson (NYCDA Faculty)
New Jersey Tap Ensemble
Jason Janas (Radix Faculty)
OCPAA
Hannahlei Cabanilla (Jump Faculty) Rheana Tumang (Studio X)
Pelagie Green Wren Academy of Dance
Kelby Brown (24Seven Faculty)
Perry Mansfield School of the Performing Arts
Jess Hendricks (24Seven Faculty)
Plumb Performing Arts
Jordan Pelliteri
Project 21
Selena Hamilton Addison Moffett Kelly Sweeney
Royal Dance Works
Jaci Royal (24Seven Faculty and Royal Flux)
School of the Arts
Brooke Pieroti (24Seven Faculty and TDC of SF)
Studio 19 Dance Complex
Courtney Schwartz (Radix Faculty)
Taps & Company
Chloe Arnold (NYCDA Faculty)
The Academy of Dance Arts
Madi Hicks (24Seven Faculty and Moving Forward Dallas)
The Dance Club
Joey Dowling (NYCDA Faculty)
The Dance Company of San Francisco
Chantel Aguirre (Nuvo Faculty)
West Coast School of the Arts
Lex Ishimoto (Jump Faculty) Jazelle Torre (Club and Project 21 Faculty)
Westside Dance Project
Megan Goldstein
Westside Ballet
Kim Craven (NYCDA Faculty)
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Chaz Buzan (Radix Faculty) Tina Caspary (Radix Faculty) Danny Lawn (24Seven Faculty and Club Faculty) Ashley Moffitt (Club Faculty) Nick Meola (Nuvo Faculty and Danceology Faculty) Nick Young (24Seven Faculty)
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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 5
Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy! Reader
Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist
Warnings: Unwanted kiss, Angst, Fluff, Sexual Tension, enemies to lovers, slowish burn, she/her pronouns
Word Count: 2.5k
Summary: Angry with Miguel for ruining her date, Felicia gives him the silent treatment. Now that training is over Felicia does field work, bumping into an old foe causing everything to go wrong.
Co-Author: @stclairesplace
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Nueva York, Earth 838
Felicia’s been able to successfully avoid Miguel for the past week, too angry and humiliated to even look at him. If he's in the cafeteria, she’ll skip lunch, if he's talking to Jessica, she'll be hiding until he leaves. Even worse, Web-Slinger has been avoiding her like the plague. Felicia really was attracted to Web-Slinger and enjoyed his company, so she was hoping they'd at least be friends, but since that traumatizing night, he’s been doing the same thing to her as Felicia has been doing to Miguel.
All of this meant she had to shadow Jessica for the week, and as much as she loved Felicia, she was gonna go crazy if she had to endure another rant about how huge of a douchebag Miguel is. Luckily, she was able to survive the week and move on from this disaster of a month.
“We are all so proud of each and every one of you,” Jessica said in front of the recruits. “As of today, you are all part of the Spider-Society.” The sounds of cheers and clapping echo through the gym as the heroes celebrate. “When you can, please talk with LYLA to get your missions and schedule your placements.”
“Congratulations, recruits,” Miguel speaks up, standing behind Jessica.
While everyone celebrates, Felicia walks out without a word. Miguel can't help but notice the change in behavior since he caught her and Web-Slinger together. In a weird way, he missed bickering with the hot-headed woman. She was loud, obnoxious, stubborn, but brought so much life to a room. Since then, he hasn’t heard a word come out of her or seen that signature smirk on her face.
Miguel frowns under his mask before deciding to push through the crowd of celebrating graduates. Once he steps out of the gym, he sees Felicia down the hall walking as she talks to LYLA. Miguel speeds up in an attempt to catch up with her.
“Sir! Wanna get drinks with us?” A few recruits follow Miguel out of the gym. Unfortunately, this catches Felicia’s attention, prompting her to turn around to see Miguel 10 yards from her, making quick strides.
Miguel curses to himself as she immediately turns her attention to her watch, pressing buttons, opening a portal, and running through, leaving Miguel a universe away.
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New York, Earth-192
The cool breeze of the autumn night embraces Felicia as she lays on the rooftop of the building. When she was the Black Cat, she would come to this rooftop almost every night to listen to the jazz music from the club below. It was her safe place as she would normally bring a bottle of wine and play with her new jewels from the Tiffiny’s she robbed a few blocks down. Tonight, she was just here to unwind, to go back in time.
Felicia sings along to the song as she plays with her hair. “So if you really love me, say yes, but if you don't, dear, confess, and please don't tell me, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps-”
“I’ll always love listening to you on this rooftop,” a voice caused Felicia to jump, her heart pounding as she released her talons and swiftly aimed her webshooters in the direction from which the voice came.
Felicia's stomach churned at the sight of the Spider-Suit. “Why are you here, Peter?”
Peter chuckled, trying to diffuse the tension. “You've got the Spider-Man pose down perfectly.” He nodded to her stance, though Felicia's grip on her webshooters remained firm.
“Answer the question, Peter,” Felicia said through clenched teeth, her readiness to strike undiminished.
Peter raised his hands in a gesture of peace. “Woah, easy, cat! I’ve— I've been watching you. I hope that doesn't sound creepy.”
Felicia's eyes narrowed. “That's ridiculously creepy, Peter. I don't want anything to do with you.”
Before Peter could offer further explanation, the cacophonous sound of a car crash reverberated nearby, grabbing their attention. Without a second thought, Felicia executed a graceful backflip off the rooftop, swinging down to the accident site, with Peter following closely behind.
A semi-truck had run a red light, hitting several cars in the process. Three large men hop out of the truck and sprint down the street. While Spider-Man checks on the victims, Night-Spider books it down the street. As she got closer, she shot webs all over them to slow the men down before landing on the first man, digging her claws into his back, causing him to let out a screech.
Once the man falls to the floor in agony, she quickly webs his limbs to the dirty sidewalk before attacking her next victim. This time, instead of running, the two decide to fight. The first one swings his fist at Night-Spider but her agility allows her to gracefully dodge it, landing a few jabs to the man's gut until he grabs her, flinging her into the street.
Night-Spider groans before hastily jumping up. “Surrender now, and I'll go easy on you.”
The two men chuckle before the second charges her. Night-Spider grabs his wrist, redirecting his punch into the taxi’s hood. As the man groans, Felicia uses her claws to slice into his biceps before getting tackled to the ground by the other criminal.
The man sits on her stomach, punching her face until he sees blood. Night-Spider cried out, doing her best to web him and scratch him, but it was no use. She could feel her sturdy mask over her eyes beginning to break, as he landed punch after punch.
Before it could break, the man was thrown off of Night-Spider. She could barely comprehend what was happening as she attempted to regain her breath. What she could hear were a series of punches and thwips before being picked up and whisked away.
“Are you okay?” These were the only words she was able to make out through the ringing in her ears.
A gloved hand caresses Night-Spider’s bloody face as she tries to focus on her senses. “Miguel?” was all that she was able to grunt out. “Tha- thank you.” She coughs out, leaning into his gloved palm.
The cracks in Night-Spider’s goggles made it difficult to see properly, causing the world to appear like a kaleidoscope. After a moment she was ultimately able to make out the figure holding her.
“P-Peter?! Let me go!” Felicia shouts, pushing him away.
Peter throws his hands up defensively as he takes a few steps backward. “Fine but we gotta go back and make sure the injured are okay.”
Felicia’s vision still blurred and head spinning, nodded in a daze, feeling a disorienting wave wash over her as she struggled to regain her footing.
“You okay?” Peter asked, concern etching his voice as he reached out for her, but the world still felt like it was tilting around her.
Felicia, her breath ragged, mustered the last of her strength, her anger flaring as she smacked his hand away. “Don’t touch me,” she hissed with a mixture of pain and fury before she vaulted off the building, her figure disappearing into the night as she descended to attend to the injured victims below.
As Night-Spider inspected everyone, a flood of flashing lights from cameras and reporters arrived at the scene, bombarding Night-Spider with questions, which she ignored to care for the victims.
Night Spider rolled her eyes as Spider-Man posed for pictures and answered their question. She never remembered Spider-Man being so vain. Sure, Peter Parker could be at times but since they broke up, he’s changed. The reporters continued to press, with questions that ranged from intrusive to ludicrous:
“Are you two a couple?”
“How did you get your powers?”
“When can we expect Spider-Babies?”
“Kiss for us!”
Reporters shouted, irking Night-Spider. The swirling blue and red lights from the arriving police cars added to the chaotic atmosphere. The blinding flashes of cameras and microphones thrust toward her felt like an assault on her senses. Suddenly, She feels an arm wrap around her waist. In a split second, Spider-Man had dipped her, moving his mask up to kiss her. Felicia could barely comprehend everything that was happening and lights flashed rapidly and her shock froze her.
Once Spider-Man breaks the kiss, Night-Spider immediately backs away, thwips a web to the nearest building, and rushes away from the scene.
"Sorry, she's shy," Spider-Man shrugged with an apologetic grin before swiftly departing in search of Felicia.
After a few minutes of searching, Peter found her on a quiet rooftop by the river. Silently, he landed beside her, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.
“Don’t touch me!” Felicia shouted, a surge of anger and fear coursing through her as she reacted by delivering a punch to Peter's face.
Peter rubbed his jaw, wincing. "Woah! Ouch! Your powers are definitely getting stronger," he observed.
“Why did you do that?” Felicia cried, her voice a mix of anger and vulnerability.
Peter took off his mask, revealing his earnest expression as he looked at Felicia through her shattered lenses. “I want to work things out between us.”
Felicia scoffs, turning away from him to look at the water below. “No, Peter. This isn’t like the last several times where we break up, you fuck MJ, get back together, and then you run right back to her!”
“Felicia-“
“NO! Have you slept with MJ since we broke up?” The silence between the two became deafening, leaving the only thing to be heard was the sound of her pounding heart. “Fuck you,” Felicia says before turning to her watch and opening a portal.
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Nueva York, Earth-838
It was late at night in Nueva York, which meant if anyone was up, they were at the bars upstairs, asleep, or on missions. Although, it was one of Miguel’s favorite moments of the night. Things were finally quiet, peaceful even which was a rarity in his line of work. Therefore Miguel would indulge himself by going to the cafe and making himself a drink, maybe grabbing himself a late-night snack before going back to his room to mope about life.
However, this time it was different, as Miguel walked through the main hall to the living quarters, he heard the hum of a portal open, followed by a series of screams. Intrigued, he walks closer to inspect the situation. That’s when he found Felicia.
“Ahhhh!” She screamed, throwing her destroyed mask and watch on the ground, and watching it shatter into a thousand pieces before letting out a scream of agony. Her body glitched and contorted forcing her hair to fall from its style. “You, son of a bitch!” She shouted, punching a hole into the column next to her.
As Miguel got closer, she turned just enough to see blood dripping from her face and onto her suit. Hastily, Miguel throws his items onto the table beside him, running to her aide.
“Felicia!” Miguel jumps back as Felicia swings her fist at him, screaming. “Woah! Easy there, I’m not gonna hurt you.”
Felicia looks through her bloody lashes, up at the startled man. Panting, she falls forward into his arms. “Miguel.” All she's able to muster.
“What happened? Who did this to you?” He asks, using the sleeve of his navy sweater to wipe the blood from her face.
“They're dealt with.” She gritted through her teeth.
“What happened?” Miguel says sternly.
“I had it handled, but then one caught me off guard and- and” Felicia uses everything in her to keep her emotions in check, but it's useless as the pain and heartbreak overtake her. “I couldn’t save myself. And then he- he- he kissed me, used me, broke my heart-”
Miguel shushes the hysterical woman, trying to ease her mind. “You’re safe. Want me to bring you home?”
Felicia jumps at Miguel’s words. “N-no! I can’t- I won't go back!” She lets out another scream as she glitches again, more painful than the time before.
“Okay, okay.” Miguel panics needing to get her a visitor’s band to replace the watch. “I have a spare room in my penthouse, are you okay with staying there? Otherwise, I can try to see if there's another available-”
“The spare room is fine,” Felicia says, her voice shaking with adrenaline.
Miguel’s chest aches at the broken woman in his arms. “Okay. I'll take care of you.”
Miguel picks Felicia up, taking her to his penthouse on the other side of the building. Once he arrives, the doors automatically slide open, revealing the nearly empty, bland living room. He takes Felicia up the steps to the room next to his. Miguel carefully lowers Felicia down onto the large bed before leaving the room.
“Miguel!” Felicia shouts, prompting him to peek back into the room.
“Yes?”
“I don't wanna be alone right now.” She reluctantly says, feeling vulnerable.
Miguel frowns, “I know, I’m just gonna get a band, a towel to clean you up, and something for you to change into. Is that okay?”
Felicia hesitantly nods, waiting patiently for Miguel to return.
“Here’s an old shirt and some boxers.” He hands her before sitting next to her on the bed, placing the band on her wrist before bringing the damp towel up to her face.
“Ouch!” Felicia winced and then scowled, pushing past the pain. “You trynna hurt me, asshole?” she grumbled.
The city's ambient light from the window revealed Miguel's subtle smile in the dark room. “Someone’s feeling better,” he chuckled as he applied a special healing paste, his touch gentle as he worked on the cuts and gashes on her face. “Alright, time to change,” he said after placing the last bandage over Felicia's chin.
Miguel began to stand to give Felicia some privacy, but before he could move too far, her hand tugged at his arm, pulling him back. “You never seen a woman before or somethin'?”
Miguel rolled his eyes with a hint of amusement. “Yeah, you're healed.”
Felicia couldn't help but break into a small, appreciative grin, even though wincing at the pain from her cuts. She pressed the spider emblem on her chest, causing her suit to loosen. Miguel averted his eyes, politely studying the plain walls of the room. Felicia then unclasped her bra before draping the comically large shirt over herself. She removed the rest of her clothing, donning Miguel's boxers that became concealed by the shirt.
“You can look.” She teases.
“Anything else I can get you?” He asks as he fluffs the pillow on the bed.
“You've done plenty. T-thank you.” She says, looking away to hide herself.
Miguel’s head turns to look at the Spider-Woman. “I didn’t realize you had manners.”
“I’m the one who almost died, remember?” She snaps, throwing a pillow at his face.
Miguel gives in, letting her win this time. “You're welcome.” He replies. “Goodnight, Felicia.”
Felicia watched as Miguel walked to the door, and just before he could close it, she softly whispered, “Goodnight, Miguel.” Miguel turned back, giving Felicia a small, warm smile before closing the door and returning to his room.
That night, in the dimly lit penthouse, the two of them stayed up for well over an hour. Their rooms stood side by side as they both gazed out of the wall-length windows at the glittering lights of the city’s skyline. They didn't move, didn't utter a sound; they simply allowed the stillness to envelop them, lost in their own thoughts and the unspoken something that lingered in the air.
Chapter 6
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To The Victor Chapter One - Meeting
Summary: Although Omegas had won the legal battle for equal rights, society was slow to catch up. Thought to be the weakest of the genders, they struggled to find opportunities that Alphas and Betas took for granted. Known as the Guillotine, Emmaline Beaumont was woman with a secret. Head of her family’s company; she was smart, shrewd, and tough as nails. At sixteen she presented as Omega and she’s hidden it ever since. Suppressants and hormone reassignment therapy allowed her to live her life as the Alpha her family needed her to be. The perfect solution, so long as she never allowed herself to be claimed. As the President of Winchester Inc. Dean’s professional life was golden. As an unmated Alpha nearing forty, he was restless. Charming and devastatingly handsome, Dean was rarely without female company, but he wanted more. He wanted what his parents had. Someone made especially for him. His match, his true mate. Finding her on a trip to New York had been an unexpected dream come true, but no one ever said the road to love was easy.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!OFC, Dean x OFC, Dean Winchester x OFC
Characters: Dean Winchester, OFC, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, John Winchester, Jody Mills
Warnings: ABO dynamics, Heat/Rut cycles, Smut (Unprotected sex, knotting, oral sex, claiming bites), hurt/comfort, sickfic, hospitals and medical talk, fluff and angst, age difference (Dean is 39, OFC is 27), True mates, self hate (OFC struggles with gender)
Chapter One: Meeting Word Count: 4465
Masterlist
To The Victor Masterlist
It was autumn in New York City, one of those rare golden days where the sunlight reflected off the trees in a way that made the whole city glow. The leaves had turned colors but not yet dropped. The air was crisp and clear, making it perfect for strolling through the arts fair in downtown Manhattan. It was days like this that reminded locals why they put up with sky-high rent and never-ending winters.
Emma rarely had the time to treat herself to a leisurely afternoon in the city, but with her baby sister’s birthday coming up she needed to find something special. Jess was a bit of a bohemian, and something from a local artist would suit her eclectic tastes perfectly. She wove her way through the white tents, happily slurping her huge, iced coffee. Her earbuds canceled out the ambient noise from the city and her Jackie O styled sunglasses shielded nearly half of her face.
In her track suit and sneakers, no one would mistake her for the high-powered executive she was during her 80-hour work weeks. She was just twenty-three when she took control of her family’s company and quickly built a reputation as a shrewd businesswoman. By her twenty-seventh birthday she had improved profits enough to put them on the Fortune 500 list, making her one of the youngest female CEO’s to ever mark such an achievement.
Anyone observing her petite frame strolling down the street would likely have mistaken her for a college student. None of them would ever guess her best kept secret. Emmaline Beaumont, well-known, confident, ambitious woman in charge of everything was not the cutthroat Alpha she presented to the world. Emma was an Omega.
Omega. The very word was weak in Emma’s mind. Soft, compliant, obedient, submissive, and meek. Poor, little Omegas, incapable of looking after themselves; they couldn’t even tie their own shoes let alone hold positions of power. Not without an Alpha to guide them. The logical part of her knew there was no shame in being an Omega, but that didn’t stop the weight of disappointment she felt from her parents when she presented at sixteen.
The law had changed to grant the long-subjugated Omegas equal rights, but society was slow to catch up. Many Alphas still viewed Omegas as their property. George and Analise Beaumont wanted better for their daughter. They wanted her to have choices, to give her the opportunity to decide her own fate. There weren’t many doctors willing to engage in the legal grey area of hormone suppression and reassignment, but the Beaumonts found one. Doctor Lancaster was well compensated for his discretion. He kept Emma on closely monitored hormone therapy that caused her heat cycles to stop and altered her scent to fool even the most virile Alpha.
So long as she kept her mating encounters to Betas only and followed the doctor’s strict instructions, Emma could live her life as an Alpha. Large and in charge. Head of her family’s company, smart and strong enough to defend it against any threat. No one would be the wiser. The family secret kept only by her sister and Doctor Lancaster now that her parents were gone.
There was, of course, one exception that could overcome the medical science and the years of careful planning. True mates. Mostly considered folklore and fairy tales, few people believed in them these days. She had never seen a real-life example of it personally, but she liked to hope. It would never be in the cards for her, but why should others be denied a chance at that kind of happiness?
Emma stopped in front of a display of blown glass globes. A kaleidoscope of colors and sizes. Witches Balls: hang in your window to ward off evil spirits and bad fortune. A smile curved her lips, her little sister was into all kinds of magical stuff. Jess had carried a deck of tarot cards in her purse and stuffed crystals down her bra since she was a teenager. She lived her life with her head in the clouds, dreaming romantic notions and looking for signs from the universe. If Stevie Nicks had a doppelganger that was nearly six foot tall and in her early twenties, that would be Jessica Beaumont. She would probably be reading palms in San Francisco if Emma hadn’t put her to work in the marketing department of Beaumont Enterprises. The Beaumont sisters were as different as night and day, both in looks and in disposition. But that didn’t stop them from being best friends.
She was contemplating the selection when she was hit by the most intense, indescribable feeling. It was as if all the oxygen left the atmosphere, making it impossible to breathe. Every nerve in her body was vibrating with awareness, like a plucked guitar string. Her skin erupted in goosebumps. The air was electric, super charged. She looked around and was frankly shocked no one else seemed to notice it. It wasn’t until the cramp ripped through her stomach that she recognized it. It had been over a decade since she’d experienced it. She was in heat!
Oh God, this is all wrong! This is bad, very, very bad! Catastrophic! Fuck!
Emma was frantically fumbling through her purse to call her sister when another cramp tore through her. The force of it knocked her sideways, causing her sunglasses to clatter to the ground. She grabbed the display table to steady herself. Vaguely, she could hear people asking if she was alright, if she needed help. Emma couldn’t reply. Her body was no longer her own as the dormant Omega within stirred to life. Rational thought was lost to her, replaced by instinct. Her eyes desperately combed the crowd, searching for someone she didn’t know she had been missing. The scent hit first, the most perfect combination of sharp pine and leather held inside a cedar chest. Earthy, calming, and reminiscent of a home she’d never been to before. It soothed and aroused her at the same time.
When he suddenly appeared, it was as if time stopped. His very presence eclipsed everything. No one else existed, just him. The Alpha, her Alpha. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs. Her heart sped up as he strode towards her, power and purpose in every step. The crowd of on-lookers parted, wisely giving him wide berth. Interfering with an Alpha seeking out a potential mate was dangerous under the best circumstances.
Lord, he’s tall. She realized when he came to stand before her. Maybe it was the hormones talking, but he was far and away the most attractive man she’d ever seen. Square jaw covered in a neatly trimmed beard and sculpted cheekbones dusted with faint freckles. But oh, his eyes. The most intense shade of clear green, framed by faint laugh lines. Delightful crinkles etched by smiling. He wasn’t smiling now, he looked like he wanted to devour her in the street. He closed his eyes briefly and his nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply.
When he opened his eyes again, they had darkened, his pupils blown with lust. His intoxicating scent swirled around her and when he spoke her entire body flushed hot with fever. “Omega.”
Dean hated New York City. It was overcrowded and overrated in his opinion. He much preferred the down to Earth, blue collar vibe of Chicago. There was just something about the Midwest that spoke to him. It wasn’t pretentious or pompous. It was real and it was home. Whenever he had to spend time in the Big Apple, he made sure to book a room with a decent view and access to Central Park. It was the only place in the whole damned city he felt he could breathe. It had been a hellishly long week of meetings and negotiations, but his perseverance and skill won out. Deals were struck, contracts signed, and he now was booked for the last flight into O’Hare. It left him just enough time to get in a decent run and a shower before he headed to the airport.
Not that he had to hurry home for anyone in particular. He had his family, of course. His father John retired a few years back when a heart attack sent him packing to a quiet house in the country. Dean had spent his life being groomed to take over Winchester Incorporated. Now, running the family business with his little brother Sam, he couldn’t imagine doing anything else. The Winchester name was famous and feared in the world of high finance. Yet for all of his professional success, Dean knew there was a part of his life that was unfulfilled. He had yet to take a mate, which was almost unheard of for an Alpha just one year shy of the big four oh. Alphas needed to claim a mate to avoid going feral. It was a very real possibility and Dean could feel the change already, his ruts were growing more intense and more frequent with each passing year.
But he was willing to risk it for a while longer, just to find her. His Omega, his true mate. The one woman meant especially for him. He knew it was a long shot, but he was a man to play the odds if it meant getting what he wanted. Dean had seen real love up close; his parents had been true mates. They had been perfect for each other and deeply in love, even after twenty years of marriage. It wasn’t long after his mother lost her battle with breast cancer that his father’s health declined. There was a part of Dean that wondered if losing his mate had brought it on.
So there is was. Dean Winchester; virile Alpha, ruthless businessman who dismantled companies and ruined rivals was in fact, a hopeless romantic.
He was three miles in and halfway through Led Zeppelin IV when he caught a scent that stopped him dead in his tracks. Light and sweet with a hint of tart, green apple. It wasn’t strong, but it was distinct. One of the reasons he found New York so stifling was the close quarters, it made for a strange mix of aromas, none of them complimentary or pleasant. Dean inhaled deeply and the Alpha inside growled in response. He spun on his heel and jogged off towards the source of that tantalizing smell. He wove his way through throngs of people, taking no notice of them, he was a man on a mission. The closer he got, the more desperate he became. He had to find her, claim her, his Omega. The scent was taunting him, it never got stronger but more complex. He could make out warm vanilla and flowers he couldn’t remember the name of, although he was certain his mother had them growing in the back garden when he was a child. It was the scent of home, his home. His Omega.
Dean would comb the entire city of New York on foot if he had to, he was nothing if not determined. A hunter to the last, never giving up until he found his prey. As fate would have it, he only had to travel five blocks. She stood completely still as people moved around her, staring at him with huge, wide eyes. Her long, dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, her mouth full and unpainted. He had always wondered who she would be, what she would look like, what she would feel like. Whatever image he had conjured up in mind over the years paled in comparison to the woman before him. To say she was beautiful didn’t come close to doing her justice. It was so much more than that and somehow simpler, she was perfect. She was his perfect mate, made for him as he was for her. The very thought of it settled him and sent his heart racing at the same time.
He didn’t remember those last few steps to reach her, suddenly she was there, right in front of him. He closed his eyes and inhaled, filling his lungs with the best scent in the world.
“Omega.”
“Alpha,” she breathed in response, then whimpered as another strong cramp took hold.
Oblivious to the crowd of strangers watching the intimate moment, Dean swept her up into his arms and took off at a steady clip towards his hotel. The Alpha was completely in charge now. He took no notice of the startled gasps or speculative glances of the people he passed as he carried her through the city streets. All he cared about was that he had his Omega, and she was in heat. Taking care of her was his only concern and nothing was going to stand in his way.
Emma wrapped her arms around the Alpha’s neck and held tight. She was grateful he was carrying her because the pain in her belly would have knocked her to her knees by now. It was white hot and twisted like an invisible knife. Although she only had one other heat cycle to compare this to, she was certain it hadn’t been this bad. Lord, she was hot! Like she was standing on the surface of the sun. Sweat soaked through her clothes and plastered them to her body. The only thing that gave any relief was the scent of her Alpha, she nuzzled into his neck as close as she could. It enveloped her in a delightful haze, clouding her mind.
“Hang on tight, Omega. I’m going to take care of you,” he rumbled deeply in her ear. “I’m going to take care of everything.”
His words sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine and caused slick at the juncture of her thighs. She squirmed slightly and boldly pressed her lips to his neck, nipping at the pulse hammering there. God, he tastes as good as he smells!
“Alpha,” she whispered, her voice pleading.
Dean tightened his grasp and quickened his pace. His mind barely registering that he had reached his hotel. He wasn’t due for a rut, but with his mate now in his arms, he was close enough. He paid no mind to the clerk at the front desk, heading straight for the elevator. When the stainless-steel doors opened revealing a wide-eyed Beta male in a tweed suit, Dean snarled in warning. No Alpha tolerates another male getting close to their Omega in heat, even if they pose no real threat. The Beta wisely held up his hands in surrender and quickly vacated the area.
Once Dean had them safely sealed inside the lift, he crushed his mouth to hers, sending fresh waves of desire through them both. Harsh and hurried, demanding and aggressive. What the kiss lacked in subtly, it more than made up for in passion. When he swept his hot tongue inside her mouth, she groaned in appreciation and need. He still could only catch the faint wisp of her delicate scent but smell of slick arousal was growing thicker by the second.
By the grace of God, he got them to his room without further interference. The door slammed shut and automatically locked behind them. Emma shifted in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissed every inch of his skin she had access to. She felt drugged, high on the endorphins flooding her system. All thought and logic had gone, leaving pure instinct behind. She had never felt this way before, so consumed by the need to mate. Although she had only been with Betas, something told her that this response wasn’t just because he was an Alpha, it was because he was her Alpha. To her true mate, she was beginning to see what all the fuss was about. The pull was as strong as gravity and just as impossible to deny.
Dean carried her through to the bedroom and lowered her to the mattress. He hovered above her, taking a moment to gaze into the eyes of the woman he had search his whole life for. Blue eyes, dark as midnight and flecked with gold. Desire was there, of course. But there was a glint of challenge he hadn’t expected. Omegas were meant to submit to their Alphas. It was a dynamic as old as time and one he knew well. There was something wild in this Omega, something that begged to be tamed and Dean was up to the task. Oh, she was going to be fun!
He grinned, his white teeth gleaming as he made his way down her body. He refused to free her of her clothes, even though he was eager to see the Omega in all her glory, he waited. She was a gift he was determined to take his time enjoying it. Instead, he ran his hands over her slowly, inch by inch. Feeling her curves and concaves through the layers of cotton. He paused as his hands spanned her ribcage just under her breasts. When his thumb caressed her nipples through the fabric, she arched her back and moaned.
“Alpha, please.”
Ignoring her pleas, he tweaked the hardened peaks slightly before moving on. Narrow waist flared out into generous hips. Body like a backroad, he thought approvingly. His fingers traced her thighs, the back of her knees, down to delicate ankle bones. Her breath became more labored as he teased her, purposely ignored the one part of her anatomy that she most wanted attending to.
Emma was growing impatient and restless. The Omega was urgently mewing inside, searching for relief from the heat that was consuming her. He wanted her; she could feel it when the bulge in his pants brushed against her. What the hell is he waiting for?! Desperate to prompt him into giving her what she wanted, she bucked her hips. Hoping to tempt him with her slick.
In a flash, Dean was on top of her. His hands clamped her wrists down on either side of her head with bruising strength, his body pinned her to the mattress. She couldn’t move if she wanted to. “Now, now. None of that, little Omega,” he murmured into her ear. She groaned in response; her eyes fluttering shut.
Desperate for any sort of friction against her fevered body, Emma drew a deep breath, causing her ribs to expand. Her breasts strained inside her bra, pressing against the firm chest above her. She knew how to use her attributes to entice a mate and when the hungry growl sounded in the back of his throat, she knew she’d succeeded. She turned her mouth towards his but didn’t kiss him. Instead, she pouted prettily and breathed, “Alpha… need you.”
Dean didn’t miss the smirk that played around her lips, this was hardly a submission. She knew exactly what she was doing. Little minx! Fire sparked when her gaze met his, “You’re mine. Only mine.”
She wasn’t prepared for him to move so quickly and so smoothly. Suddenly, her hoodie was gone as well as the cotton camisole underneath. Even her bra was whisked away, leaving her exposed. She relished the cool air on her fevered skin only for a moment before the Alpha replaced it with his hot mouth. He was everywhere, testing and tasting every inch of vulnerable flesh. He traced a fiery path of open-mouthed kissed between her breasts all the way to her stomach. The scruff of his beard scraped in a way that was so pleasant and distracting that when he changed tactics and latched on to one her hardened nipples, she gasped in shock.
It was exquisite, leisurely torture that seemed to go on forever. Her Alpha was certainly not a man to be hurried. His attentions never wavered, no matter how she tried to tempt him and that only served to frustrate her. Stubborn man! He simply refused to go where she wanted him to. The slick was pooling now, no doubt soaking through everything as the burning in her belly grew. She was needy, frantic for his touch.
Suddenly, he brought his hand to cup her firmly through her pants. She arched against his palm, and it was his turn to smirk. He was definitely the one in control now. “There’s my good girl, so wet for me already.”
The rest of her clothes were torn away, leaving her naked and exposed while he was still fully clothed. The message was loud and clear. He was strong, powerful, and irrefutable. It was in Emma’s nature to resist anyone trying to control her. She played the part of Alpha every day. She knew what was expected of her in that role. Hell, she enjoyed it.
To now be the one expected to submit, was foreign and a bit scary. It was possible that after all this time, she didn’t know how to be an Omega. Maybe she had denied her true nature for too long, maybe she would be a disappointment.
However, there was one element that she had failed to consider. The Alpha would take care of her, that was his primary role. No one had ever done that for her before and the Omega inside craved it desperately.
She trembled slightly as Dean’s large, calloused hands roamed over her body. When his eyes searched hers, he saw a flicker of vulnerability. At last, the inner battle between her will and her desire was resolved, and she submitted.
“So beautiful, so perfect,” he praised as he slipped a thick finger inside her throbbing core, probing gently while his thumb rubbed circles around that tight bundle of nerves. He crooked his finger and her velvet walls tightened around him, coating his hand in fresh slick.
“I’m going to make you feel good, ‘Mega,” he kept his pace, adding a second finger while he nuzzled her throat. His tongue lapped at the juncture of her neck and shoulder where her scent gland was hidden just beneath the skin. He could feel her getting close as she fluttered around his fingers.
Every brush of his fingers lit fires. Every touch of his lips was like a brand on her skin. Emma writhed under his attentions, delicious tension building low in her belly. She was teetering on the edge, desperate for the release he was driving her towards. “Alpha…oh God…”
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he commanded, and she obeyed. The orgasm came hard and fast. Her body flooded with pleasure and any remaining pain was washed away. The intensity of it had her eyes rolling back in her head. She was still coming down from the euphoric cloud when she noticed he was now naked as well. Tanned skin stretched taut over well-defined muscles. Lord, he was big. Every part of him was big. Her gaze traveled over broad shoulders, powerful arms, wide chest, lean hips. The sheer size of his erection had her whimpering, greedy with need.
Dean was soon on top of her again, this time his hard length brushed against her folds while his breath was hot in her ear, “I’m going to knot you, ‘Mega mine. Knot you, claim you.” His teeth grazed her throat again, mixing danger and desire. “Is that what you want?”
Unable to find her voice, Emma raked her hands through his short hair and bucked up against him.
Not satisfied, he raised his head to look deeply into her eyes. His arms and legs creating a cage around her body. There would be no going back after this, he had to be sure for both their sakes. “Say it,” his command was gruff. “You have to say it, Omega.”
Perhaps it was the Omega within her responding to a direct command from an Alpha. In a surprising moment of clarity, she looked into the deep, green eyes of the man who had appeared out of the blue. The man whose voice had her shaking with need and whose touch brought her to oblivion. Logic, reason, common sense all seemed so insignificant, overshadowed by instinct. Everything was remarkably clear. “I want you. Claim me, I’m yours. Only yours.”
“My Omega. Mine,” he smiled softly and brushed his lips over hers so tenderly that when he stood up, she nearly cried out at the loss of contact.
“Present, Omega.”
Emma obeyed again, flipping over onto her knees and elbows, she arched her back and thrust her rear up towards him. She hissed as the cool air hit her hyper-sensitive core. His hands were on her again, caressing the curve of her ass, following the line of her hip. He lined himself up and filled her with one powerful thrust. She cried out then, it was sweet agony.
Dean stilled his movements, giving her a moment to adjust and giving himself a moment to breathe. Christ, she’s tight!
When she shifted her hips, he took that as his cue and began to pump. Slow at first, savoring each sensation, each gasp and moan of pleasure that came from them both as he filled her time and time again. Soon his control gave way all together and, in its place, he gained momentum. His knot swelled with each thrust and began to catch.
Dean sucked and licked furiously at the base of her neck, preparing the spot that would bear his mark. “You take my knot so good, ‘Mega… we’re almost there, almost there…”
Emma’s hand fisted the sheets as he picked up the pace, each time he buried himself to the hilt she cried out for more. Her experiences with Betas did little to prepare her for an Alpha. Dean was reaching places no one else had come close to. With each pass, she felt herself tighten around him. “Need it… Alpha… need your knot… need you…”
When Dean felt himself reach the peak he was striving towards, he sunk his teeth deep into her tender skin. His knot popped and locked them together as he came harder than he ever had in his life. Waves of blissful pleasure washed over him, and he lazily pumped a few more strokes to fully empty his seed into his Omega.
Emma nearly blacked out from the mix of sensations that rushed through her body when he claimed her. Pleasure so sharp it was painful. Her mind was a complete haze, barely registering the Alpha cradling her close as he eased them onto their sides. He ran his tongue over the fresh claim over and over again, the wet, warmth of it soothing the bite. Were she capable of coherent thought, she would have tried to fight sleep so not to miss a moment of this event that would change everything. As it was, exhaustion quickly pulled her under and she fell asleep feeling cherished and completely protected.
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⭑ 1980’s names!
name master list ☀️ this list consists of (fem) names that were majorly popular during the 1980s. i will most likely be making a similar post to this eventually including sur names, if you have any suggestions you think would fit well in this list please lmk!
feminine
A ; amanda, ashley, amber, amy, angela, april, alicia, allison, alexandra, alexis, alyssa, anne, annie, angelica, angel, angeline, ana, audrey, aubrey, autumn
B ; brittany, britney, brittney, britanny, brandy, brandi, bianca, brooke, beth, brenda, barbara, bridget, bonnie, bonnabel
C ; christina, cristina, crystina, cristinna, christine, courtney, crystal, cindy, cyndi, cassandra, chelsea, catherine, cynthia, carrie, caitlin, caitlyn, cait, casey, candace, christy, colleen, carolyn, caroline, cassie, carla, claudia
D ; diana, dana, dawn, desiree, divine, destini, destiny, deanna, dominique, deborah, danielle, debbie
E ; elizabeth, emily, erin, eren, erika, erica, ebony, evangeline, elsie
F ; fallon, felicia, fern, francine, franchesca, faye, farrah, felicity, fiona, fiora, flora, freya, frey, frida, fatima, florence, frances
G ; gemma, gwen, gwenny, gabrielle, gabriella, gen, genevieve, genette, genesis, gem, georgina, giana, ginny, giselle, gina
H ; hannah, hazel, harriet, heather, hallie, hayley, hailey, holly, hope
I ; isley, ivy, imogen, isla
J ; jess, jessica, jessy, jessie, jessyca, jen, jenny, jenni, jennifer, jacqueline, jackie, jill, joanna, jaclyn, jaime, jamie, jordan, jordy, jordyn, jass, jas, jasmine, jasmin, jazz, jazzmin, jazzmine, jenna, jade, jayde
K ; krystal, kim, kym, kimberly, kymberly, katherine, kathryn, kathy, kat, katheryne, krystina, krys, kryssie, krissie, kristen, krysten, kristyn, katie, kate, kaitlyn, kaitlin, kathleen, katrina, kelsey, kara, kendra, kelly, kelli, kari, kourtney
L ; lydia, lindsey, lindsay, laura, lauren, loren, lauryn, latoya, leslie, les, lesley, leah, linda, lynda, laury, laurie, laurey, lori, latasha, liv, leigh-anne, lacey, lacy, laci
M ; maria, mariah, moriah, melissa, melyssa, michelle, michele, mychelle, mary, marie, monica, monyca, megan, meghan, megyn, megin, melanie, misty, margaret, molly, morgan, monique, miranda, melinda, marissa, meredith, merida, meagan, mallory
N ; nicole, nichole, nycole, nicol, natalie, natalia, nat, natasha, nancy, nina
O ; octavia, odette, odessa, olivia
P ; perrie, priscilla, patricia, pamela, payton, paige, paisley
Q ; quinn, quinnie, quinni, quincy, queenie, quen
R ; rachel, rachael, rachyl, rebecca, rebecka, rebekah, renee, reneé, regina
S ; sara, sarah, steph, stef, stefanie, stephanie, stefani, stephani, samantha, sam, shannon, sharon, stacey, stacie, staci, stacy, susan, susanne, susanna, sandra, sabrina, sheena, shauna
T ; trina, tiff, tiffany, tifany, tifaney, tiffaney, tiffani, tara, tracey, tracy, traci, tina, teresa, theresa, tara, tonya, tamara, tabitha, tasha, tammy, tamika, taylor
U ; unqiue
V ; vera, veronica, vanessa, victoria, vic, vickey, valerie, val
W ; willow, whitney, whit
X ; xandra
Y ; yasmine, yessica, yazzmin, yazzmine, yasmin
Z ; zara, zarley, zarlee, zarli, zarhlee. zoey, zoe
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MAKEUP THE BREAK UP
Park Jimin | Chapter 2
SERIES MASTERLIST
Pairing: Park Jimin x OC
Synopsis: What happens when Park Jimin’s biggest what if comes back into his life? His friendly neighbor, childhood best friend, high school lover, and now his makeup artist?! Amidst the 2020 outbreak, the last thing he needed was Seong Areum making his heart skip a beat and fill his stomach with air. What will he do when unspoken words threaten to slip past his tongue? Would he take the chance of ruining a healing past? Or would he let her slip away once more and let himself get lost in the lights?
Warnings: inaccurate timeline (I did my best to research I swear), teenage flufffff, not beta read
Word Count: 6.0k words
The Years I Loved You
[2010]
“I’ll wait for you no matter what.”
Jimin stared into my eyes as it stung from emotions I couldn’t keep at bay.
What he had confessed to wasn’t supposed to happen, right?
We can’t be like that. We’re practically family, right?
Although now it made sense how JiHyun would describe me as ‘family’ to his friends though Jimin always avoided that term in describing me. All this time I thought I just hadn’t earned the title of being family when it was really because of this. But now that I look back at it, I never described them as family either. It was always ‘friends, family, and The Parks’.
“I thought you— you like Jessica. Jimin… I’m— I’m not some second opti—“ I stuttered through my sentence though Jimin quickly cut me off.
“Areum. I never liked Jessica.” Jimin was stern in his statement as he reached out to grab my hands.
His fingers were cold against mine. The Autumn air was approaching Busan though the cherry blossom trees were still bright pink and blooming as we entered September.
Jimin had invited me to accompany him to dance lessons and a stop at Seodong’s Maze Market to buy a few things for his mother and for us to eat lunch as his treat for me tagging along his errands.
It wasn’t like accompanying him was much of a chore to me either way. I enjoyed his company during our commute. Having him around also made me feel more safe in going out.
However, I didn’t mind when he bought me a Tteokbokki skewer with fish cakes and sausages as soon as my gaze fixated on the vendor cooking in the stall for a second too long. Perhaps I was a bit hungry from all the walking and commuting, especially since Jimin’s dance lessons were at eight in the morning and the commute already took an hour.
He also bought two Tokkebi Hot Dogs when he watched me devour the rice cake skewer like I was starved. The deep-fried hotdogs covered in batter and french fries were simply too irresistible for both of us though he asked for them to be wrapped as he planned for us to properly eat at a seat somewhere less crowded, which was a better idea considering how messy I could be when eating street food.
He also bought us Hotteoks to ‘balance our palette with something sweet’ whatever that was supposed to mean though I never rejected Hotteoks, they were my favorite afterall. And just when we were approaching a more peaceful benched area of the market, Jimin had to let his eyes wander to a stall selling Tornado Potato.
It was great. I felt so full afterwards so we planned to walk to the nearby Oncheoncheon Park. A riverside park that had just the right amount of buildings to nature ratio and had cherry blossom trees lining the river. It was a place too good to not confess his feelings.
But it just caught me so off…
“Jimin.”
“Areum.”
I stared into his eyes, hoping to see something that could help me say the right things, but I didn’t know what to say. I was found dumbfounded and speechless.
His eyes held so much love, so much care, so many overwhelming feelings that I knew somewhere deep in me wanted to reciprocate, but I was scared. I’ve always been scared.
Whatever he had confessed to could change everything. I didn’t want anything to change. I didn’t want to lose everything like I did before.
Jimin inhaled as he caressed my hands.
“You don’t have to answer now. You can take days, weeks, months, or years. I’ll wait. I’ve been waiting for five years. I can wait longer.” He brought my hands to his lips as he carefully pressed a kiss on them.
It felt fuzzy. Perhaps even funny, but it felt good too. Against the cold winds, my stomach and heart swelled with a warmth I was unfamiliar with.
But it was scary.
Why did it feel like that? Why did I feel like this?
It’s scary not knowing.
“Jimin. We— we…”
“Areum, I needed you to know this. I’m sorry if it caught you off guard but I needed to say it to you because I know this feeling is real and it isn’t just some infatuation.”
He was apologizing, yet to me there was no mistake.
“I can court you. I’ll ask Mrs.Seong. I’ll ask Mr.Seong. I’ll ask Ahnna ssi. Aaron hyung added me on KakaoTalk a few months ago, I’ll ask him too!”
He was hopeful and I couldn’t help but smile as he smiled back.
Perhaps a few days of courting would make him take his confession back? But did I really want him to take his confession back? I loved him to death seriously, but did I love him like that? I wanted this, but did I really?
We’re young. One mess up and we can’t take it back. Did I really want that?
Well, it turns out I did.
Three months and Jimin was still persistent. The effort he went through to ask permission from my parents, his parents, Ahnna, and Aaron had made my heart flutter like the movies described it would.
The transition was practically seamless and it scared me how easily the people around us adapted to the fact that he was courting me. It scared me how even I didn’t see a change except for an added amount of sweetness, he was still the Jimin I knew.
The Jimin that shared his newest song obsessions and dance moves. The Jimin that loved Kendo and was top of his class. The Jimin that was consecutively the president of his class.
It was as if he was courting me the whole time.
Here I was thinking he’d be the one changing his mind when I’m the one up at night doubting my feelings and questioning my emotions.
I didn’t want to lead him on, though it felt as though I was leading myself on.
There would be days when Jimin would be too busy in preparations to graduate that he couldn’t find time to talk to me and it always made me feel bad in my stomach. As if his mere existence was an oxygen mask to my decaying lungs.
It wasn’t like that before, was it?
I never knew I badly needed his attention like this.
“Happy Birthday to you~!”
We all sang synchronously before Jimin blew out the candles of his red velvet cake. The restaurant was one we knew Jimin loved to dine at from time to time so his friends had reserved a long table just for us, his friends, and JiHyun’s friends. Some of them I knew though most of them I only knew by face.
We all started dining in the Chinese cuisine of the restaurant as most broke into smaller conversations though I only listened. Sitting beside Jimin as he conversed with his Just Dance Academy friends.
“What will you do with what Saen sunbaenim said last Saturday?” Jimin’s friend asked as another friend nodded to see what Jimin had to say.
“My parents are thinking about it. Seoul is too far for their liking, but they agree that if I’m really passionate about it then why not.”
“Ahh okay, that’s good. At least they understand…” The friend had more to say though I had zoned out as Jimin turned to look at me.
“You okay?” He asked as I answered him with a nod.
Was I okay?
I always enjoyed Chinese cuisine but I’ve barely got anything in my bowl, and I know Jimin took note of that by how his eyes flickered to it.
To be honest, I was dying from nerves. I knew I wanted to say something about it, but I needed the right opportunity. I needed the right moment.
“You sure? You’ve barely eaten. Do you not like the food? Are you feeling unwell? We can order something els—“
“Jimin, I’m fine, seriously.” I sent him a smile as my hand went to wrap around his bicep to squeeze and ease his worries before sliding down his forearm to interlock my fingers with his hand.
It took him a second to realize I was holding his hand though he quickly reciprocated it by squeezing my hand back. His short, soft, and warm fingers interlocked with mine and his lips didn’t hide a smile from my gesture.
“Tell me whenever you need something.” Jimin said and it took me a while to understand that he literally meant if I needed to eat anything.
My dominant right hand was the one holding tightly with his as his less dominant left hand was the one clutching mine.
Jimin let out a giggle as I blinked slowly at our hands. He took his own chopsticks and grabbed a boiled dumpling from the serving plate, dipping it in the sweet soy sauce before telling me to open my mouth. To which I gladly accepted the gesture, chewing on the warm dumpling that suddenly made my appetite better than before.
“I don’t want to let go, but you have to eat. Promise I’ll hold your hand again though.” His tone was sweet and it caused that warm fluttering to occupy my stomach again.
He looked at my lips and he wiped off some sauce with his finger before hesitantly letting go of my right hand.
The rest of the night went without a hitch. I had gained a better appetite and ate whatever dish Jimin suggested or outright placed on my plate. Jimin was smiling all night and would occasionally graze his fingers against mine which never failed to make me that giddy type of nervous.
“We should get going, we’re the only ones left in the restaurant.” Jimin said with a chuckle as he looked around the now-empty Chinese restaurant.
The remaining friends and JiHyun nodded in agreement as we paid the bill and left the establishment.
It was already turning ten in the evening, the longest I had stayed out as my mother always placed me on a strict curfew.
We all waited at the bus stop for the correct bus that was supposed to drive us for twenty minutes. Before we would have to get off at a bus stop that is only a ten-minute walk from our apartment complex.
“Jimin hyung, Eomma said I can sleep over with Chulwoo and you can come pick me up tomorrow after your dance practice.” JiHyun showed Jimin a text from their mother as the older was skeptical though nodded when he confirmed it by receiving a text from their mother.
“Careful. Get home safely Chulwoo. Are your parents home?” Jimin was anxious about leaving his brother to commute on a different bus with his friends. Jimin was always so reflective with his anxiousness.
“Yes Jimin hyung, the five of them including JiHyun will stay at my house.” Chulwoo reassured as Jimin nodded and the boys celebrated.
Their bus arrived first and we waved our goodbyes to them as Jimin made sure to get a clear look at the bus.
“Calm down. Have trust in JiHyun, he wouldn’t do anything too stupid.” I interlocked our fingers as we were the only ones left at the bus stop.
Jimin let out a sigh before turning his head to look at me.
“Did you have fun?” He asked me as if my enjoyment was the one that mattered for the night.
I let out a chuckle as the air that escaped my lips turned into a light fog in the cold winds.
“I should be the one asking you that.”
“I asked you first though.” He smiled as he squeezed my hand.
“I did. Your friends are nice and the food was delicious.”
He stared at me just a little longer before looking at the road in front of us. I was about to ask him if he enjoyed his night though I could tell he wanted to speak again.
“You didn’t eat much. Do you want to stop by—“
“I’m stuffed, Jimin.” I laughed as I really did feel like I was about to float to the night sky at how bloated I felt.
“Eomma would kill both of us if we stayed out a minute longer.” I spoke in a more serious tone as I saw a slight frown from Jimin as I rarely said no to food, moreover free food that he’d buy for me.
“She already texted me three times. I think it’s time we go home and rest, you still have Dance early tomorrow morning.” My voice was barely a whisper as I leaned my head on his shoulder. The warmth from his coat hugged my cheek, much to my relief.
Jimin took a few minutes to even breathe normally though we couldn’t bask in the comfort of that position for long as we saw our bus approach our stop. Despite the late time, workers and students alike still filled the bus though we were fortunate enough to find two seats near the back row.
We rode the bus peacefully, stopping at stops where some passengers had to go and slowly the bus had started to empty.
“You can sleep, if you’re tired. I’ll wake you up when we’re there.” Jimin said as he saw my eyes droop a second too long. However, I didn’t want to rest and leave him the responsibility of staying awake.
“I’m not tired. You need someone to keep you company during the ride.” I smiled at him though he only raised a brow at me.
I leaned my head back to his shoulder once again, promising to only rest my head though not to sleep. The earbud we shared that played Jimin’s playlist had tangled and I kept my fingers awake by fiddling with it. I watched the dark roads pass by us as the bus kept going through the roads to our side of town.
“Areum.”
“Jimin?” I opened my eyes to feel the bus come to a stop. Had I fallen asleep?
“Wake up, we have to get off the bus.” His voice was ever so gentle as I heard the bus doors open.
I nodded my head as he stood up after he removed his earbuds from our ears and placed his phone in his coat pocket. He waited for me to check if all my things were in my bag before guiding me to walk out of the bus in front of him. His hands were steadily hovering over the curve of my waist to prevent me from bumping into something.
Once we were off we started walking on the familiar road back to our apartment complex. I still felt tired from my accidental nap though I forced myself to sober up from the tiredness and to properly walk as I had more important things to tend after.
“Jimin.”
“Yes? Areum.” He added my name and I realized it had sort of become our thing to respond to each other with the other person’s name.
“Did you enjoy your birthday?”
“Of course, I did.” Jimin smiled as we walked side by side.
“You’re finally fifteen… it’s been ten years since we became friends” I added. I was completely clueless about how I’d lead the conversation to where I wanted it to end up, though I trusted myself to say the right words.
“Technically I turned fifteen ten months ago, but yeah… it’s nice.”
I could tell he was skeptical about where the conversation was going. Our friendship was past the small talk phase years ago. Why would I suddenly engage in this conversation so randomly?
“Only nice?”
“It’s been progressive.” He said it slowly as if to gauge my reaction to the particular word he used to describe his year.
“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I meant… First and foremost, I finally confessed to you. I’m pretty sure I knew I loved you when I saw you worried sick for me at the hospital, so finally saying it felt like a weight was off my chest and I had nothing to hide.” Jimin explained as I licked my lips at how he had revealed that he’d already gained a crush on me halfway through our friendship.
“Then I discovered dancing a few years ago and now my parents are letting me go to Busan High School of Arts…” Jimin smiled as he gauged my reaction to his planned High School.
I never knew he wanted to go to a specific high school. I guess I never asked, though now I knew it was highly unlikely for us to see each other again in school halls after he graduates.
I wasn't one particularly keen on art-related careers, not that I even had a proper thought about my future. My plan is more so on graduating and find a typical corporate job that’ll suffice my needs and wants. Jimin thinks my mind will change if I give it more thought, but that’s the thing… I don’t have the will to think, I just go with whatever the people around me decide for me. That’s why I’m plainly waiting on what my parents’ next decision is before I start thinking about high schools and colleges.
Perhaps that’s also the reason why I’ve probably buried my attraction to Jimin, then only started acting and reflecting on my true intentions when Jimin was the one to confess.
“Areum?”
I looked up at Jimin as he looked at me with confusion and concern etched onto his face.
“Jimin…”
My voice was barely audible though it was loud enough for him to hear. We stopped at a small one-way street about five minutes away from the apartment building. He was waiting for me to say something, which was terrible because I was also waiting for my brain to come up with the right words to say.
“I… It’s going to suck when we won’t commute together anymore…”
“Hey! I’m still going to commute with you and JiHyun. I’ll still pick you up after school too! I’ll probably lessen my participation in Just Dance Academy during the week, and I’ll make up for it by joining a dance club or something. I might quit Kend—“
“No! What?!”
“It’s a difficult schedule to fit it all in but I’ll still find time for you.” Jimin smiled as he slowly reached out for my hand to caress.
“Jimin, you really shouldn’t. You should most probably fill your Saturdays too to advance on your dreams…”
“I need a rest day too. I need two days of rest.”
“Don’t quit Kendo… JiHyun loves the time you spend together in Kendo and Taekwondo.”
Jimin smiled at me as he nodded.
“I’ll still leave my weekends for you.”
“No. You need Sundays for family and rest. I don’t want you overworking yourself.” I let my strict voice out as I saw Jimin raise a brow.
He pouts as he now brings both his arms around my lower back to pull me closer to him.
“You are my rest.”
He said it so matter of factly that I would’ve believed it though I can’t fathom how dealing with me could be so relaxing to someone. Was the rest he was talking about include getting eight stitches in his eye?
“Jimin, I’m serious.”
“Yeah yeah… I’ll still be home all day, and I mean I’ll be all over the apartment complex.” He smiled a goofy toothy smile and I couldn’t help but let a smile creep up my face.
“I’ll still miss you.” I forced my smile to a pout as a cold rush of wind passed by us.
Goosebumps ran through my skin as I saw Jimin’s cheeks tint with pink from the coldness. He was about to say something though I interrupted him, just because I didn’t want to give myself the opportunity to pussy out of the moment.
“We should probably make the most of our time still seeing each other…” I managed to meek out. My voice was cringed and squeaky though the wide eyes and raised brows that Jimin looked at me with told me he understood and heard every word I meant.
I brought my arms to hug him, pushing our bodies closer together whilst I switched my gaze from his eyes to his lips. I just prayed that he understood what I meant.
“Eumi… are you?”
I could only bring myself to nod as I brought my face closer to him, hoping he wouldn’t reject me. Hoping that he was indeed still waiting for me, waiting for my answer. Hoping that he hadn’t gotten impatient and stopped without telling me.
[2011]
“Happy 14-month anniversary!” Jimin smiled as we entered the small pop-up amusement park.
“What a weird number to celebrate.” I laughed as Jimin only pecked a kiss on my cheek.
I was beyond freezing. The red coat I had on with faux fur was simply not warm enough over the striped off-white and black sweater dress I had over black leggings. Though Jimin looked fairly better in his jeans, shirt, and unzipped hoodie under his black coat. His hair rested on his forehead though the strands were swept to one side.
Our families had just gone out for Christmas preparations together since this was the first time in a long time that Aaron and Appa had come home to Busan for the holidays. The five of us had come to Busan together since me, Eomma, and Ahnna had spent the earlier part of December in the States before deciding to come home, much to my delight as I got to spend my first Christmas in a very long time back at home with Jimin.
Our parents and family had taken to getting together fairly easily. Aaron and Appa had doubts, they saw Jimin as extended family and it was weird knowing we were together, but they grew fond quickly when Jimin would regularly give them more updates on what I was doing than I or Eomma did.
A simple dress I wanted or a new makeup palette I liked was information passed over to Aaron in the States and the next thing I knew I was being sent the items I had wished for just a few weeks ago right by our door.
Jimin and I were also happy, at least from what I’ve gathered. We weren’t perfect, but we tried our best for each other. We learned to give space when we needed it and learned to be there for each other when others couldn’t. We kissed. We shared our heart-fluttering moments. We were as content as we could be for high school lovers.
“It’s not a weird number! Fourteen is lucky!” Jimin’s words brought me back to our topic at hand.
“How so?”
“Fourteen is the half of seven.” Jimin smiled as we watched JiHyun, Aaron, and Ahnna walk ahead of us whilst pointing at the different rides they wanted to go on.
“Seven isn’t your lucky number.”
“And how do you know that?”
“You’ve always said it since the day we met that you liked the number three!”
“Hey! Can’t I have multiple lucky numbers? I heard the saying ‘Lucky Number Seven’ at a show once.” He spoke the three words in English and I had to give it to him, he was getting better at how he pronounced it though I didn't have much to tell as I wasn’t the best either.
“Jimin ssi, Eumi ssi! We have to ride the sea dragon together!” Aaron looked back at us though I only laughed at the scrunched face Ahnna had.
“I think I’ll stay with Ahnna. Maybe we’ll ride the carousel or bumper cars while we wait for you guys to ride all the intense ones.” I smiled as I saw my nine-year-old sister smile brightly at me.
“I’ll come—“
“Oh come on! Jimin you have to!” Aaron persuaded as I turned to a straight-faced Jimin. However, I knew that he wasn’t one to particularly consider amusement park rides as a leisure activity.
Jimin’s eyes flickered to mine though with a fix to his posture and a forced smile he nodded and walked towards my brother and his brother whilst Ahnna skipped over to grab my hand.
“Unnie, we should go to the bumper cars first! Then the carousel, and we should go to the Ferris Wheel too!” Ahnna started pointing at all the different rides and the boys were quick to turn around from their conversation on what rides they wanted to go on.
“Woah woah! We will ride the Ferris Wheel all together, with Eomma and Appa.” Aaron spoke up as he pointed to our parents buying food from the stalls.
Ahnna started pulling me away as the boys also started walking to the ridiculously long line of the Sea Dragon ride.
Ahnna and I enjoyed our ride of Bumper cars and Carousel, rides that didn’t have too long of a line so we got done fairly quickly before we settled down to sit at the table beside our parents to eat snacks on.
“Eumi unnie, how long will the oppas take? I want to ride the Ferris Wheel already!” Ahnna grew impatient as I only shrugged my shoulders.
I didn’t want to send them a text and make them hurry when it was their only time to hang out as boys, and the lines for the rides my brother enthused about on the way here had the longest lines so it would be understandable for them to take longer to ride.
“Come, let’s play some of the games first while we wait.” I grabbed Ahnna’s hand tightly in mine to ensure I wouldn’t lose her. I excused ourselves to our parents before we walked to the side of the park where multiple carnival games were in booths.
We did a little Bottle Ring Toss, Whac-A-Mole, and Bean Bag Toss before I spotted three familiar figures walking from the food booths.
“They’re finished.” I pointed to the figures as Ahnna turned to recognize the faces of the boys we’d waited for.
“Yay! Let’s go to the—“
“Wait, Ahnna. We’re honestly so exhausted from the sea dragon and the line for the haunted house that I think we should play a few games before we go to the Ferris Wheel next.” Aaron explained as I sent him a disapproving shake of my head as I knew how long Ahnna had been waiting to get on the Ferris Wheel though I didn’t push it when I saw the faces of the two Park brothers.
I crouched down to Ahnna’s height, watching the frown that played on her lips.
“The Ferris Wheel line is still long anyway. Why don’t we let Aaron oppa win you a few prizes first before we go up? The carnival won’t close anytime soon, don’t worry.” I smiled as she nodded. I quickly fixed her hair before standing back up to see Aaron sigh into the cold wind.
“Okay fine… I’ll win you some teddy or something.” Aaron groaned as he grabbed JiHyun and pointed to a row of basketball game machines.
Jimin came up to me and Ahnna, patting my younger sister’s head and sending her off to follow our brothers before he took my hand in his.
“Next time I think I’ll join you and Ahnna at the Carousel.” Jimin let out a breathy laugh through his teeth before bringing his lips to peck a kiss on my forehead.
“It can’t be that bad…”
“It wasn’t… the lines were just terrible and you know I don’t usually like that stuff.”
“Then what do you usually like?”
“I like you.”
There it was again, that fluttery feeling I felt more than a year ago. I thought I’d lose that feeling when I’d come accustomed to Jimin and his smooth and nonchalant lines and actions, yet here I was nearly fifteen months later and I still felt like my cheeks had turned into my personal hot pack and my stomach still did its little dances.
We neared the basketball game machines beside Aaron and JiHyun though there was still significant space in between us. I made sure Ahnna was securely in between the two boys as they threw balls in the hoops before I turned my full attention back to Jimin who had already fired up two machines.
“You should pick a prize already. I’m about to show you my amazing basketball skills.” Jimin smiled cockily before his machine started and his focus went to throwing never-ending balls on the hoop.
“Have you ever even held a basketball?”
My question didn’t need a verbal answer as we both equally sucked at throwing balls at a hoop. Jimin had thrown one so bad that it went out of the compounds of his machine and the rest of his time was spent with him chasing the ball through the crowd. It was hilarious and had certainly gotten Ahnna in the mood to smile again though I was on a whole other level with my deafening cackling as Jimin took a walk of shame back to the machines with people and staff eyeing him strangely.
“I’m not related to that guy. Ahnna, Aaron, let's get out of this weirdo’s vicinity.” JiHyun threw Jimin a side eye as he pulled the two away from us and onto a game of water guns and plastic cups.
“Hey! I’m hyung to you!” Jimin shouted though he still laughed with a shake of his head as he was turning back to look at me.
“You’re awful at basketball.”
“Likewise.”
I threw him an offended look though it was completely all for jokes.
“I didn’t throw a basketball over the machine at least.”
“It just means my skills are too much for the machine to handle.” Jimin said it so confidently that I bursted out laughing again and this time he too had to laugh at his ridiculousness.
“I guess I’ll never get my prize then.” I looked up at the array of prizes before turning back to start walking towards the boys and Ahnna at the water gun game.
“I’ll get it for you next time.”
I smiled at what he said though I doubt he’d get better at basketball.
We played a round of water gun shooting before Jimin and I realized that today was simply not our day and we opted to stay a distance from the group as we joked about their serious competitive faces.
We let them play a few more games. Aaron had managed to win a small keychain teddy bear for Ahnna. It wasn’t what she expected though it still brought a smile to her face.
We rested for a good five minutes on the benches before we all got in line for the Ferris Wheel. It was a small and scarily unstable-looking Ferris Wheel though that didn’t stop all of us from grouping ourselves to fit in four carts. My parents were in one cart, Jimin and JiHyun’s parents were in another, me and Jimin had our own cart which left the three to share their cart.
The park was slowly emptying and our batch would be one of the last for the night so we were bound for a more peaceful and perhaps extended experience.
“Areum…”
Jimin’s tone was suddenly serious which made me turn to him with a slight frown.
“Jimin?”
He seemed a bit lost for words as he only stared back at me blankly. I gave him a few seconds of silence before I had to call for him again.
“Is everything okay, Minie?”
I softened my voice. The nickname wasn’t one I used frequently now. I used to use it more when we were kids, but as we grew and our relationship evolved I grew to call him other nicknames though to me nothing would beat calling him by his name plainly. Something about him only saying my name and me saying his name in reply felt right. It felt intimate without needing to be affectionate in any way.
“Yeah… I just had something to talk to you about for a while.”
Jimin sounded nervous as he started fiddling with his fingers on his knees.
“What is it?”
I kept my voice calm, soft, and open though deep inside whatever this ‘something’ was killing me. I softly placed an open palm over his fiddling fingers as he kept eye contact with me.
“You know how everything is going well in my school right?”
“Yeah…” I slowly nodded as I didn’t know where the conversation was leading to.
“Well… My Hagwon recommended that I start auditioning for companies in Seoul sometime next year…”
He was slow and careful with his words as if he gauged what every muscle of my face did as he let out every syllable.
“I thought really hard about it. I really love Busan, I love my after-school break dance club, I love my friends, I love my family… I love you. But… I— I just…”
He started to mumble his words, stuttering his syllables as his mind seemingly didn’t get to catch up with his mouth on what he should say next. His gaze faltered as his knees started bouncing, though managed to interlock our fingers as I held his hand tightly with reassurance.
Jimin had big dreams. Everyone knew that. If he didn’t wish to become a dancer then he would probably become a taekwondo Saseong.
No one could stop Jimin from achieving those dreams unless a loved one had told him to stop. Only someone he cherished and considered more important than himself had the power to stop him. So when I entered his life as more than a simple friend. I had made it my biggest priority to never hold him back.
Join a different high school than me? Go ahead.
Join an after-school break dance club that would mean he couldn’t pick me up after school anymore? Go ahead, I can commute with JiHyun safely.
Fill your Saturdays with extracurricular activities like Taekwondo, Kendo, and Dance Practice? That sounds great! Everyone should engage in their hobbies and interests instead of drowning themselves in studies!
Perform with your club? Yes! I’ll come to support you!
Go to Seoul and leave me behind for dance?
I don’t know. I wanted to be selfish and say no. I know he wouldn’t leave me if I did say no, but I loved him. I’ve never felt love like this for anyone else before, so I’ll say yes to everything that makes them happy.
Perhaps I can find a way to cheat the system and go up north with him.
“Jimin.”
“Areum.”
He locked eyes with me as I sent him a tight smile that I tried hard to come out as most reassuring. I squeezed his hand tightly before I began to speak.
“I love you too.”
I brought his hand up to my lips and pressed a light kiss on top of it. I can already see lights shining in his eyes, or was that because of the Ferris Wheel?
“Jimin, I’ll support you with everything, you know. Whatever it may be as long as you’re happy.”
“But you should be happy too…”
“I’m happy when you’re happy.” I said without missing a beat.
It was true. I’d be happy with whatever Jimin did as long as he did it for himself to be happy.
“Have you told your parents about this?” I asked as he visibly calmed and started playing with my fingers.
“Not yet. That’s why I told you first. I wanted to see what you thought first before I bring the idea up to them.”
“And what I think is that it would be an amazing opportunity. Studying in Seoul can teach you more and being with a company sounds cool!”
I hyped him up as he chuckled.
“I might debut or something. You’ll have to stop listening to all your other K-pop songs and only play mine on repeat.” He challenged, though it sounded like a win-win situation to me.
“Great! I get to listen to my favorite voice all day!” I smiled as Jimin looked away laughing.
Though when I squeezed his hand again he was forced to look at me. Our eyes met as we reached the top of the Ferris Wheel.
His gaze went from my eyes to my lips as the space between us closed and our lips met in a chaste kiss at the top of the Ferris Wheel.
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First Babies of Private Garden Fic
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AN: nothing beats spending quality time with the ones you love
Synopsis: The triplets want to surprise Jack with a movie night to relax since he's been on overdrive for the past few weeks and asks for your help
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Jack was currently driving in his Jeep with Urban, Clay, Sunni, and Cope when he looked to his left and saw you speeding down the street music blasting with a car full of kids and Target bags piled high and did a double take.
"Is that? Is that baby girl who just flew past us?" Sunni asked while also looking in the same direction that Jack was.
"And this is why I hardly ever drive with her. I know yall saw that shit." Urban said while shaking his head and laughing.
"And I actually taught her how to drive, believe it or not." Jack said as the light turned green.
"I… I wouldn't tell people that." Cope quietly said as everyone continued to laugh.
"She got her license on the first try." Jack responded while shrugging.
"HOW? LITERALLY HOW?"
"Only people that ride with her are Neelam, Curse, Blanca, and Jessica. No one else is brave enough. My kids don't have a choice."
They were on their way to play soccer at Mockingbird Valley while the triplets came to you this morning and said that they wanted to have movie night with you and Jack.
Axel wanted to surprise him with an entire set up in the backyard and you decided that Target would be the best place to get everything. So you let him plan everything and told Urban to get him out of the house while you got everything together.
Everyone's schedule had been crazy lately and this was the first time that all five of you would be able to spend quality time together and hopefully not be interrupted.
"Now babies, what's the most important thing when we get home?" You asked them while speeding through Louisville.
"Hide the Target bags from daddy!" All three of them said in unison.
"You got it!"
You cringed when you thought about how much money you had spent because you already knew when it came to your kids and husband that you were going to go above and beyond. Ivy was in charge of the list and making sure you got everything, but she kept warning you when you kept putting things in the cart.
"And make sure you finish your cake pops! We need to hurry up and set up so we can surprise daddy. Now what movie are we watching?"
"WHITE MEN CAN'T JUMP!" All three of them collectively said.
“Now are we sure?”
“Yes! Isn’t that daddy’s first movie?” Axel curiously asked and you simply nodded.
“I can show you a clip of it once we get home just in case you three decide to change your minds.”
—
You heard the door opening signaling your husband was home as you were trying to tell Autumn to hurry up and close the pantry door which had some of the Target bags in it.
“Autumn, baby, that’s daddy! Hurry up and close it!”
“I’m trying mommy! It’s not my fault you went over your limit by 500 dollars!” She said as she was trying to stuff some of the bags in it.
“Don’t tell daddy that either!”
She let out a huff and she moved to the side while putting her hands on her hips and simply looked at you.
“You are 5 going on 35, my goodness.”
You somewhat got the pantry door closed as Jack came into the kitchen and Autumn immediately ran to him and he picked her up.
“Daddy!”
“Hi, sweetheart. What did you do all day with mommy?”
Autumn’s eyes went wide and she glanced back at you before looking back at Jack.
“Um, we went to the park and saw your parents.” You said while leaning against the pantry door to keep it closed. Which wasn’t totally a lie, since you did do that first while Jack was sleeping earlier.
“Oh really?” Jack asked as he came over to lean down and kiss you.
“Mm hmm.”
“So, that wasn’t you who sped past me about an hour ago with a car full of kids blasting music and target bags piled high in the front seat?”
“Nope wasn’t us.”
Just then Axel walks in eating the last of his cake pop and you simply sighed. He went over to Jack and tugged on his shorts wanting attention.
“And you obviously went to Starbucks too.”
“You can’t go out the house without going to Starbucks. I need my matcha, you know this, baby.”
“Daddy we have a surprise for you later and it was my idea.” Axel said while looking up at him.
“It was our idea too!” Autumn piped up.
“But mommy let ME plan it.” Axel shot back and Autumn rolled her eyes.
“Anyway, daddy, you smell like hard work. Put me down please. You can pick me back up after you take a shower.”
“Yes, princess Autumn, as you wish.” Jack said as he let her down and all you did was laugh at your daughter.
Autumn and Axel quickly left the kitchen and you once again kissed Jack.
“Your daughter is right, take a shower and then I can give you all the kisses you want.”
“Only if you join me.”
“So your kids can tear up my house? Not a chance, but I can give you something later.” You said and all Jack did was smirk.
“Oh, working on baby number 4, 5, and 6?” Jack asked as he began to kiss your neck and you immediately pushed him off you.
“I have an IUD now, sir. Try again. Now go so we can finish setting up your surprise.”
“You didn’t need it to begin with.”
“With your fucking super sperm? Yes the hell I did. You got me pregnant with THREE children at ONE time in case you don’t remember.”
“And watch me do three more.”
“Bye, Jackman.” You said and rolled your eyes.
“Just wait until I tear that ass up later.” Just then the pantry door flew open and multiple Target bags fell out. All you and Jack did was look at each other for two minutes before he said anything.
“BABY!”
“Yes?”
“EXPLAIN THIS!”
“Umm….”
“I KNEW IT! THAT WAS YOU DRIVING PAST ME!”
“I think that’s Ivy calling me now go take your shower.”
“Ivy isn’t calling you!”
“BABIES! BACKYARD NOW!”
“Coming mommy!”
—
Once everything was set up in the backyard, you sent a text to Jack to tell him to come downstairs.
He finally came outside and you could tell he was surprised by the look on his face.
“Surprise daddy! We know you’ve been working really hard and we wanted to have a movie night with you.” Axel said while coming over to him while already eating popcorn.
“Ax! We weren’t supposed to eat the snacks yet!” Ivy exclaimed while looking at her little brother.
“Mommy made them for us to eat, didn’t she?! I was hungry!”
“Okay, you two, quit it.” Jack said while trying not to laugh.
“We just missed you, so the babies came to me this morning and said they wanted to do this for you.” You said while wrapping your arms around him and he leaned down to kiss you.
“I missed you four too. I just…” You could tell he was about to cry and simply rubbed his back.
“We love you so so much and they see how much you do for them despite them only being five, they see how much daddy works to provide for them.” You said while reaching up to kiss his nose.
“Can’t even put into words how much all of you mean to me.”
“Trust, we know.”
“COME ON MOMMY AND DADDY WE WANT TO WATCH THE MOVIE!” Ivy exclaimed from her spot in between Axel and Autumn who had already grabbed their popcorn, hot dog, and juice box.
“We’re coming, now what are we watching?” Jack asked before sitting down on the blanket and pulling you next to him.
“White Men Can’t Jump!” Autumn excitedly said and all Jack did was laugh.
“They decided it, not me!” You said while holding your hands up in defense and pulling it up on your phone for it to project on the bigger screen.
“Daddy we watched a few of the trailers earlier and your outfits looked crazy.”
“It’s all for the character I was playing Ivy.”
“Wait a minute, why is it called White Men Can’t Jump? Daddy is a white boy and he can jump just fine.” Autumn curiously asked and the two of you immediately laughed.
“It’ll make more sense once we watch it.”
“Does it also have to do with why mommy always screams ‘go white boy’ when you’re performing?”
“She screams something else too while we’re in the bedroom.” Jack whispered and you immediately hit his shoulder since you heard him.
“What?!” He asked while looking at you and you just shook your head.
“Babies number 4, 5, and 6 later. We’re doing this.” Jack whispered in your ear as the movie started to play.
“Seriously?!”
“You want to risk the chance of having to buy more Birkins for your daughters?”
“Oh…. didn’t think about that.”
“Thought so.”
“You’ll fold sooner or later, just watch.”
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jackharlow: Wifey and babies surprised me with a movie night. They just didn't tell me it was White Men Can't Jump lol 😂
y/ninsta: jackharlow your babies picked it, not me! lol
blancahood: oohh this set up is cute!!!
y/ninsta: blancahood Target girl!
jackharlow: and y/ninsta tried to hide the bags from me knowing I saw her speeding earlier through Louisville with them piled high in her car
y/ninsta: jackharlow I'm innocent
druski2funny: and no one thought to invite the life partner?
neelamthadhani: jackharlow I know you aren't talking. you and y/ninsta went on Target runs every chance you two got
claybornharlow: did the babies see my cameo?
jackharlow: druski2funny I thought we were on a break
y/ninsta: claybornharlow yes lmao and you wanna know what Autumn screamed? LOOK IT'S LITTLE BABY! jackharlow had a FIT!
jackharlow: y/ninsta you and the babies have me fighting for my life especially the youngest
y/ninsta: jackharlow well she looks like you
jackharlow: y/ninsta and has her mother's tendencies
y/ninsta: jackharlow take it back or buy me a Birkin
jackharlow: y/ninsta WHAT?!
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y/ninsta: showed the babies this clip and Ivy will not let this man live and keeps making fun of his outfits while Autumn has not stopped calling him "white boy" and "pilgrim" and Axel was like "what's boo boo juice? daddy that looks nasty" and I am HOLLERINGGGGG 😭😭😭😭
saweetie: girl I am SCREAMINGGGGG
urbanwyatt: see? it be your own kids lmaoooooo
jackharlow: I told yall my kids don't want me to be great
jessicakelce: NOT THE PILGRIM!
yungskylark: I AM DONE LMAO
jackharlow: oh and Axel when he saw my scenes with Laura? *sigh*
y/ninsta: jackharlow "DADDY WHO IS THAT? SHE DON'T LOOK LIKE MOMMY!" Axel was ready to kick your ass lmao
urbanwyatt: Lil Urb understood the assignment lmao
neelamthadhani: we all know Axel will go hard for his mom lol jackharlow you better be on your best behavior
jackharlow: neelamthadhani he has absolutely nothing to worry about
druski2funny: well my white boy hasn't learned how to text me back
y/ninsta: druski2funny he's busy
druski2funny: y/ninsta doing WHAT?
jackharlow: druski2funny about to make babies 4, 5, and 6
normani: jackharlow just twins this time! I know my prediction will be right! only four and five!
urbanwyatt: the next two will have my other names
y/ninsta: I'm kicking all yall asses
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Media consumed during 2023
Books
The Secret to Superhuman Strength (2021). Alison Bechdel. 7/10
Salomé (1891). Oscar Wilde. 10/10
The Vampire Lestat (1985). Anne Rice. 8/10
Time is a Mother (2022). Ocean Vuong. 3/10 (I feel like an asshole, but I didn't like it)
The Queen of the Damned (1988). Anne Rice. 9/10
Infinity (2017). Hannah Moscovitch. 8/10
Bomarzo (1962). Manuel Mujica Lainez. 10/10
Stone Fruit (2021). Lee Lai. 9/10
The Vampire Armand (1998). Anne Rice. 7/10 (I hate Marius)
Mémoires d'Hadrien (1951). Marguerite Yourcenar. 2/10 (How do you make a bisexual emperor sound like a boring old man, Marguerite, how?)
The Tale Of The Body Thief (1992). Anne Rice. 5/10
Poems (1931). Wilfred Owen. 7/10
La Sed (2020). Marina Yuszczuk. 8/10
Spinning (2017). Tillie Walden. 9/10
Movies
Emma (2020). Autumn de Wilde. 8/10
Minari (2020). Lee Isaac Chung. 10/10
Das Cabinet des Dr. Caligari (1920). Robert Wiene. 7/10
Bones and All (2022). Luca Guadagnino. 7/10
Maurice (1987). James Ivory. 7/10 (the book's better)
Fucking Åmål (1998). Lukas Moodysson. 6/10
Die bitteren Tränen der Petra von Kant (1972). Rainer Werner Fassbinder. 6/10
Le Fil (2009). Mehdi Ben Attia. 10/10 (I would marry this movie if I could)
37°2 le Matin (Betty Blue) (1986). Jean-Jacques Beineix. 7/10
Salomé (1922). Charles Bryant, Alla Nazimova. 4/10
Interview with the Vampire (1994). Neil Jordan. 8/10
The Addams Family (1991). Barry Sonnenfeld. 9/10
Addams Family Values (1993). Barry Sonnenfeld. 7/10
Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio (2022). Guillermo del Toro. 8/10
渺渺 (Miao Miao) (2008). Hsiao-tse Cheng. 5/40
La ley del deseo (1987). Pedro Almodóvar. 7/10
და ჩვენ ვიცეკვეთ (And Then We Danced) (2019). Levan Akin. 10/10 (so, so, so sweet)
Morte a Venezia (Death in Venice) (1971). Luchino Visconti. 7/10
Disobedience (2017). Sebastián Lelio. 8/10
Shiva Baby (2020). Emma Seligman. 7/10
X (2022). Ti West. 5/10 (maybe I just don't like slashers; the music was 10/10 tho)
Back to the Future Part II (1989). Robert Zemeckis. 5/10
Ammonite (2020). Francis Lee. 7/10
Colette (2018). Wash Westmoreland. 6/10
The Duke of Burgundy (2014). Peter Strickland. 8/10 (unnerving and visually stunning)
Summerland (2020). Jessica Swale. 7/10 (Studio Ghibli vibes in a live action movie; a bit saccharine-y at times)
The Handmaiden (2016). Park Chan-wook. 9/10
The Favourite (2018). Yorgos Lanthimos. 10/10
Nope (2022). Jordan Peele. 8/10
Renfield (2023). Chris McKay. 6/10 (I liked the Nicholas Cage scenes, everything else was kinda meh).
Professor Marston & The Wonder Women (2017). Angela Robinson. 7/10 (sweet, romantic, entertaining, but at times it felt fake and manufactured, the way "based on a true story" movies usually are).
The Terminator (1984). James Cameron. 4/10 (it could have been 45mins instead of 1h45mins...)
Terminator 2: Judgement Day (1991). James Cameron. 6/10 ("If you didn't like the first why did you watch the second?" Because I love my sibling)
Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade (1989). Steven Spielberg. 6/10
Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992). Francis Ford Coppola. 9/10
The Silence of the Lambs (1991). Jonathan Demme. 10/10
Sycorax (2021). Matías Piñeiro. 8/10
Black Narcissus (Passion of the Swamp) (2022). Peter Strickland. 8/10
Carta a Mi Madre Para Mi Hijo (Letter To My Mother For My Son) (2022). Carla Simón. 7/10
Is It Too Much To Ask (2019). Leena Manimekalai. 6/10
The Actress (2021). Andrew Ondrejcak. 9/10
Shakti (2019). Martín Rejtman. 6/10
El Silencio es un Cuerpo Que Cae (Silence Is A Falling Body) (2017). Agustina Comedi. 10/10 (so sad, so tender, so loving)
Meeting The Man: James Baldwin in Paris (1970). Terrence Dixon. 9/10 (Something tells me this is an excellent documentary; but there's a lot about "talk about certain things in a certain way" and "you know what I mean?" and no, I don't know what he meant or what things and ways were those).
Aftersun (2022). Charlotte Wells. 10/10 (who will lift this elephant off my chest now?)
Vers La Tendresse (Towards Tenderness) (2016). Alice Diop. 6/10
Silvia Prieto (1999). Martín Rehtman. 9/10
Camarera de Piso (Maid) (2022). Lucrecia Martel. 1/10 (the audio was unintelligible)
Contes Immoraux (Immoral Tales) (1973). Walerian Borowczyk. 4/10
Ojo Dos Veces Boca (Eye Two Times Mouth) (2023). Lila Avilés. 8/10
Az prijde kocour (The Cassandra Cat) (1963). Vojtech Jasný. 8/10
O Ornitólogo (The Ornithologist) (2015). João Pedro Rodrigues. 8/10
Uma Paciência Selvagem Me Trouxe Até Aqui (A Wild Patience Has Taken Me Here) (2021). Érica Sarmet. 6/10
Squish! (2021). Tulapop Saenjaroen. 3/10
Fugue (2023). John Gianvito. 6/10
Η δουλειά της (Her job) (2018). Nikos Labôt. 8/10
Playback (2019). Agustina Comedi. 10/10
Maine Diil Nahin Dekha (I Am Yet to See Delhi) (2014). Humaira Bilkis. 1/10 (I have seen instagram reels with more argument and better structure)
Proyecto Fantasma (Phantom Project) (2022). Roberto Doveris. 7/10
El Vuelco del Cangrejo (Crab Trap) (2009). Oscar Ruíz Navia. 6/10
Ema (2019). Pablo Larraín. 9/10
Los Fuertes (The Strong Ones) (2019). Omar Zúñiga Hidalgo. 7/10
Phörpa (The Cup) (1999). Khyentse Norbu. 7/10
Նռան գույնը | Nran Guyne | Sayat Nova (The Color of Pomegranates). Sergei Parajanov. 10/10 (The weirdest movie I've ever seen, and one of the most visually stunning ones)
Voyage of Time: An IMAX Documentary (2016). Terrence Malick. 10/10
إن شئت كما في السماء (It Must Be Heaven) (2019). Elia Suleiman. 9/10
Potemkiniştii (The Potemkinists) (2022). Radu Jude. 2/10 (yes, I know the Russian government is evil, but please tell me something else)
Nr. 1 - Aus Berichten der Wach- und Patrouillendienste (From The Reports Of Security Guards and Patrol Services) (1985). Helke Sander. 8/10
Liborio (2021). Nino Martínez Sosa. 6/10
Sendiri Diana Sendiri (Following Diana) (2015). Kamila Andini. 6/10
Valkoinen Peura (The White Reindeer) (1952). Erik Blomberg. 4/10
Wadja (2012). Haifaa Al-Mansour. 10/10
La Femme Au Couteau (The Woman With A Knife) (1969). Timité Basori. 4/10
Tornar-se um Homem na Idade Média (Becoming Male In The Middle Ages) (2022). Pedro Neves Marques. 6/10
Un Garibaldino al Convento (A Garibaldian In The Convent) (1942). Vittorio de Sica. 6/10
Théo et Hugo dans le même bateau (Paris 05:59 Théo & Hugo) (2016). 7/10 (20 mins of porn followed by an hour and 10 mins about post-exposure prophylaxis and the importance of public health and transport systems)
Suplement (The Supplement) (2002). Krzysztof Zanussi. 7/10
天下乌鸦 (All The Crows In The World) (2021). Tang Yi. 6/10
L'Échapée (Escape) (2009). Katell Quillévéré. 8/10
An Exercise In Discipline - Peel (1982). Jane Campion. 1/10
La Amiga De Mi Amiga (Girlfriends And Girlfriends) (2022). Zaida Carmona. 2/10
Matka Joanna od aniołów (Mother Joan Of Angels) (1961). Jerzy Kawalerowicz. 8/10
Please, Baby, Please (2022). Amanda Kramer. 8/10
Magari (If Only) (2019). Ginevra Elkan. 7/10
Amansa tiafi (Public Toilet Africa) (2021). Kofi Ofosu-Yeboah. 5/10
Holy Spider (عنکبوت مقدس) (2022). Ali Abbasi. 10/10
Movies (II, 'cause I reached the character limit in a section)
Les Cinq Diables (The Five Devils) (2022). Léa Mysius. 8/10
Close (2022). Lukas Dhont. 10/10 (so, so, so sad)
Rien à Foutre (Zero Fucks Given) (2021). Emmanuel Marre, Julie Lecoustre. 7/10
Un Affaire De Femmes (Story Of Women) (1988). Claude Chabrol. 10/10
Serpentine (2022). Eva Doležalová. 2/10 (good photography, but the story is trite an shallow)
Strange Way of Life (2023). Pedro Almodóvar. 7/10
Belle (2013). Amma Asante. 6/10 (not terrible, but cardboard-y like it was written to teach middle schoolers history)
Series
Severance (2022-). Season 1. Dan Erickson. 7/10 (entertaining but i wanted more answers)
Atlanta (2016-2022). Season 1. Donald Glover. 9/10
Atlanta (2016-2022). Season 2. Donald Glover. 9/10
Atlanta (2016-2022). Season 3. Donald Glover. 8/10 (very uneven)
Atlanta (2016-2022). Season 4. Donald Glover. 8/10 (Mr. Glover, why was the last episode dedicated to product placement?)
The White Lotus (2021-2023) Season 1. Mike White. 6/10
The White Lotus (2021-2023) Season 2. Mike White. 7/10
The Last Of Us (2023-). Season 1. Craig Mazin. 9/10
Anthony Bourdain: Parts Unknown (2013-2018). Season 1. Anthony Bourdain. 8/10
Six Feet Under (2001-2005). Season 1. Alan Ball. 9/10
Six Feet Under (2001-2005). Season 2. Alan Ball. 8/10
Six Feet Under (2001-2005). Season 3. Alan Ball. 8/10 (Nobody Sleeps is my favorite episode so far; so close to my own understanding of what love is)
Six Feet Under (2001-2005). Season 4. Alan Ball. 9/10
Gravity Falls (2012-2016). Season 1. Alex Hirsch. 8/10
Six Feet Under (2001-2005). Season 5. Alan Ball. 8/10
Good Omens (2019-). Season 1. Douglas Mackinnon. 8/10
Good Omens (2019-). Season 2. Douglas Mackinnon. 9/10
Gravity Falls (2012-2016). Season 2. Alex Hirsch. 9/10
The Bear (2022-). Season 2. Christopher Storer. 10/10
Dictaduras Latinoamericanas (2016). Pablo Gregui and Marcel Cluzet. 3/10 (the episodes were way to short to teach me anything beyond common knowledge)
What We Do in the Shadows (2019-). Season 5. Jemaine Clement (?). 7/10
The Newsreader (2021-). Season 2. Michael Lucas. 10/10
Our Flag Means Death (2022-). Season 2. David Jenkins.4/10
Over the Garden Wall (2014). Patrick McHale. 10/10
The Fall of the House of Usher (2023). Mike Flanagan. 9/10
Misc
Pokemon Leaf Green (2004) 3/10 (beating the pokemon league was a debt from childhood but it was so boring)
Escape From Monkey Island (2000) 6/10
HBO's The Last Of Us Podcast (2023). Season 1. 10/10
The Procession to Calvary (2020). 10/10 (I expected a fun, silly little game and got exactly that)
Stardew Valley (2016). 10/10
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