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leiawritesstories · 3 years ago

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Piano for Relaxation

Happy Nessian Appreciation Week! I love these two together and I love writing them. Oh, this will be fun! *grins maniacally*

Prompt 3: Music

Warnings: Absolutely none

Word count: 1405

@nessianweek

Despite how much stress she was under, and as a pre-law student her default stress level was “high,” Nesta Archeron never failed to spend a spare bit of time at a piano. Some days, she was lucky enough to steal an hour with the University of Velaris’s prized Bösendorfer grand, which lived on the stage of the concert hall, some days she settled for the baby grand in the recording studio, and some days, she was relegated to one of the crappy and usually out-of-tune uprights in the practice rooms.

This Thursday evening, she’d managed to get into the performing arts hall before it “closed” for the night. She scoped out the practice rooms and recording studio, mentally scratching the studio off her list of pianos since the “recording in progress” light above the door glowed red. Daring a peek into the concert hall, she smothered a little squeal. The stage door was unlocked, and probably would be for the rest of the night, leaving her free to play the best quality piano on campus.

She carefully placed her messenger bag by the leg of the piano, retrieved her worn brown leather music portfolio, and set it on the piano’s smooth music rack. Going through her usual warm-up motions, she stretched her fingers and hands, shook out her wrists, and rolled her neck. Then, with a musician’s soft pre-performance exhale, she lowered her hands to the polished ivory keys and began.

With scales, of course. How else would a musician begin practicing? Fifteen years of piano had ingrained a set of warm-up exercises into Nesta’s muscle memory, and she played methodically through each, from scales to arpeggios to rhythmic exercises, chord progressions and exercises, and her old nemesis, octaves and tenths.

Now fully warmed up, Nesta opened her portfolio, closed her eyes, and leafed through the scores, opening her eyes after a brief moment. Her gaze landed on the page and swept to the top, seeking the piece’s title. As it happened, she’d passed the first page, so she flipped back a few pages to reach the beginning.

Rachmaminoff Piano Concerto no. 2 in C Minor, Op 18, II: Adagio sostenuto.

A favorite.

And an extra challenge to play solo, sans the orchestral cues.

Nesta debated pulling up a recording of the concerto for background, but decided against it. Using the cues and her knowledge of the concerto, she merely played the first few chords, then slipped gracefully into the floating melody, doing her best to make the music a true sostenuto.

Her whole focus shifted to her hands on the keys as she played, all sense of her surroundings lost to the lush concerto. Rachmaninoff might have been one of the banes of pianists’ existence, but damn her if she didn’t love playing him. Especially as her very favorite mid-movement run came up. Her fingers flew over the keys in an intricate dance, rolling out the spritely chords and arpeggios, trilling up to the top of the phrase, and slowly descending back into adagio. This movement, one of her comfort pieces, never failed to drive away the pressures of her degree, not even when she was playing bits of orchestral accompaniment with the piano solo.

So deeply lost in the music was she that she didn’t even register the footsteps that crossed the stage, or the presence of another person by the piano.

Her consciousness lifted from the piano as she played the final chords, letting them decrescendo into silence before opening her eyes. And then nearly slamming her knee into the underside of the keyboard as she started.

“God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” gushed the blonde woman standing by the back of the piano. “I just heard Rach II coming from the hall and had to listen, and then find out who was playing it so brilliantly.”

Nesta flushed. “I’m all right, and so is the Bösendorfer, and thank you so much but I’m definitely not brilliant.”

“Yes, yes you are. Or at least that was. I’ve played piano for fourteen years, myself, and never once have I been able to perform Rachmaninoff like that. Aelin Galathynius, by the way,” said Nesta’s audience.

“Nesta Archeron. Fifteen years, myself. And before you ask, no, I’m not a music major. That’d suck all the joy out of playing.”

Aelin nodded. “Amen to that, and nice to meet you, Nesta. I’m not in music either, but I do play sometimes, usually when I need an escape from the living hell that is cardiology. I’m hoping and planning to be a surgeon. Hooray for expensive schooling!”

“Good Lord, that sounds horrible. But as an aspiring lawyer, I’ll toast to years and years of expensive school and then more years of struggling to pay student loans on a crappy salary.”

“Ooh, a lawyer. Do you have a specialty in mind?”

“Civil, preferably business litigation. I want nothing more than to stop corruption and see that companies are receiving all of their rights, and this is my path to that goal.”

“Impressive. So is Rachmaninoff just a side hobby of yours, then?”

Nesta smirked. “Yes and no. Yes, it’s not my main focus, but no, it’s more than a hobby. It’s how I relieve the intense stress of my life.”

“Me, too,” grinned Aelin. “You know, there are currently two grands on this stage…”

Nesta looked across the stage, where the music department’s other grand, a mahogany Steinway, sat. “That there are. Care to join me? You pick the piece.”

Aelin’s grin turned devilish. “Good thing I warmed up in the recording studio, then.”

Nesta smothered the questions she longed to ask as Aelin carefully folded back the cover of the Steinway, sat down, and shook out her hands.

And launched into the opening chords of Saint-Saëns’s Danse Macabre.

With a smirk to match Aelin’s, Nesta took up the phrase. Fresh indeed was the memory of playing this very piece as a duet at age sixteen, with her teacher as the second pianist. Two skilled pianists plus two excellent-quality pianos plus one magnificent piece equaled the notes echoing through the dark, empty concert hall. The Danse wound down, final notes fading into silence, and Aelin and Nesta looked at each other and burst into a two-woman round of applause. Which somehow became a six-hand round of applause, causing both women to turn sharply toward the stage door and notice a broad male frame taking up most of the doorway. Nesta rolled her eyes.

“You know, most people would either walk away when the piece ended or make their presence known to the pianist,” she deadpanned.

Cassian Ilnair flicked on a backstage light, granting a view of the grin creeping across his face. “I’m not ‘most people,’ sweetheart.”

“That much is obvious.”

Observing the exchange between the two, Aelin smirked, closed and covered the Steinway, and headed for the door. “I’d better leave you lovebirds alone. Whatever you do next, don’t do it on the Bösendorfer!” Snickering, she left the concert hall, footsteps clicking off towards the dorms.”

“She seems delightful, who was that?” inquired Cassian.

“Aelin Galathynius, probably my new piano person,” was Nesta’s reply. “Now if you’re done gawking at a real instrument, I need to close up the piano, finish an argument and sleep, preferably in that order.”

“You won’t play for me?”

“Cass, I’m entirely sure you just listened to that whole duet and probably some of the Rach I played before that.”

Cassian widened his eyes in innocence. “But that wasn’t for me, Nes. And Aelin’s right, you are brilliant.” He placed a finger to Nesta’s lips. “No protesting, Lawyer Archeron, you and I both know I tell no lies.”

Nesta snorted. “Right. I am serious about the sleep, though.”

“I know, I know. Far be it from me to deny a chronic insomniac her precious sleep.”

“Uh huh. About as far as your bed is from your minifridge full of caffeine and alcohol.”

“Touché, sweetheart.”

Closing the stage door behind her, Nesta headed for the campus apartment buildings, Cassian at her side.

“I mean it, Nesta. You’re a brilliant pianist, whether or not you believe it. And you’re going to make an even more brilliant lawyer, sleep or no sleep.”

“Don’t be smarmy, Cass.” But she was smiling, softly, as her fingers tapped out a bit of Rachmaninoff on the soft, worn leather of her sheet music portfolio.

#nessianweek2021 #nesta archeron #cassian #my writing

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ravireyes · 4 years ago

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BASIC INFORMATION.

Full name: ravi reyes Nickname: vi, vivi !!! Birthdate: february 14th, 1992 Age: 28 Zodiac: aquarius sun, cancer moon, scorpio rising Gender: nonbinary Pronouns: he/him/his Romantic orientation: biromantic Sexual orientation: bisexual Nationality: english Ethnicity: east indian, english Ranking: virtue Affiliation: famine

BACKGROUND.

Birthplace: London, UK Hometown: London, UK Social Class: born middle class, currently too rich to even be a class, probably Educational achievements: a fancy degree in business in a fancy school Father: dhaval barot Mother: elizabeth barot Sibling(s): none Pets: his pride and joy uriel, the meter-long argentine tegu that he got as a gift Previous relationships: carman, briefly in college. one particularly serious relationship with [redacted]. countless meaningless flings and one-night-stands before marcus Arrests: resisting arrest (while drunk) once but it was totally a misunderstanding. three times for sleeping rough, as a minor living on the streets after getting kicked out. has successfully managed to annoy/charm everyone in the station until charges were dropped every time Prison time: none

OCCUPATION & INCOME.

Current occupation: virtue at famine / lifestyle influencer / event planner Dream occupation: living the dream, honestly Past job(s): anything that paid, from 16 to 23. most notorious have been: attendant at every single chain of fast-food restaurant (he collected them), server at a five-star restaurant in which he made mad tips by flirting with rich old people, a failed attempt at a strip club that lasted one week, 100 bucks made by stick-and-poking at a party once, and selling common household items as if they were precious relics to antique shops Spending habits: notorious. he likes being pampered, by himself or others. and he loves fashion too much to simply not buy the latest versace collection. also known to buy a lot of great presents In debt?: no. paid off his uni debt when he married, babey

SKILLS & ABILITIES.

Physical strength: below average / average / above average Speed: below average / average / above average Intelligence: below average / average / above average Accuracy: below average / average / above average Agility: below average / average / above average Stamina: below average / average / above average Teamwork: it depends. if he has to crawl his way to the top, he's probably an absolute angel about it, will suck up to anyone he has to suck up to. gets the job done. nowadays that he's sitting on top, he's a nuisance, but he still does his part Talents: adaptable, sociable, overactive imagination, can tie a cherry stem with his tongue Shortcomings: spoiled nowadays, jealous, easy to anger, can't parallel park to save his life Languages spoken: english, has hindi as a second language but doesn't speak it anymore, enough spanish to call himself fluent even though he might mess up everything's pronouns Drive?: yes (debatable) Jump-start a car?: no Change a flat tyre?: no Ride a bicycle?: yes Swim?: yes Play an instrument?: dabbled in guitar as a kid, so he knows the basics Play chess?: yes, terribly Braid hair?: yes Tie a tie?: yes, but does he ask marcus to do it every time? also yes. Pick a lock?: no Cook?: yes, but he refuses to. still makes a mean grilled cheese, though.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE AND CHARACTERISTICS.

Faceclaim: avan jogia Eye colour: dark brown Hair colour: black Hair type: wavy Glasses/contacts?: no Dominant hand: right Height: 5'9ft / 1,80m Build: lean by nature and somewhat toned from doing yoga religiously and training with leon, but not muscular Exercise habits: yoga every morning and training with leon, not much otherwise Tattoos: too many to name them all, has his arms covered in various designs, most of his legs, some of his torso; harry styles-esque, not any full sleeves, just a bunch of random small drawings. his favorites are the ones he convinced marcus to stick-and-poke into him: a sun on his arm, a moon on his wrist, and a little peach on his butt! also has a tiny black heart on the side of his finger where his wedding ring sits. plus, any femfam member who wants to have matching tattoos or have stick-and-poked something into him, he would love that, leave your hcs in the notes below Piercings: both ears pierced. used to have both nipples pierced, got bored of the look eventually and took them out a couple of years ago. got an eyebrow piercing once when he was 18 and that lasted a year Marks/scars: a brand new scar over his eyebrow now, thank you liam. a handful of other random scars spread over his body, from his reckless youth, and the years as an Angel Clothing style: chaotic. a lot of expensive brands, more is more, tacky chic. willing to pull more muted looks if he has to. his closet probably has everything from lingerie to full-tailored suits, has a fair amount of skirts and dresses, also partial to a good jumpsuit. so much colour. he'll pull a super masculine look if he can pair it with flashy earrings Jewellery: more! is! more! always wearing multiple necklaces, bracelets, occasional earrings, usually a bunch of rings on his right hand. his left hand always has only his set of wedding band plus engagement ring. Allergies: none Diet: omnivore

PSYCHOLOGY.

MBTI type: esfp - the entertainer Enneagram type: seven - the enthusiast Moral Alignment: chaotic neutral Temperament: sanguine Element: fire Emotional stability: pretty stable nowadays. he's volatile to an extent, always prone to feeling angry or sad at the smallest of things said to him, and lord knows he has a long list of triggers to make that happen, but at the end of the day, he's stable. Introvert or Extrovert?: extrovert Obsession: being the hottest person at the grocery store Phobias: none Drug use: occasionally weed for recreational use, as a treat Alcohol use: usually drinks very lightly at big social events, and stays dead sober if he's working, because he is prone to getting Too Drunk otherwise. he's a fun drunk, but the hangover is not worth it. occasionally will let himself get wasted to celebrate something (last time was at his wedding), if he knows marcus is willing to help him get to bed at the end of the night Prone to violence?: no Prone to crying?: no Believe in love at first sight?: yeah and it's probably all he talks about

MANNERISMS.

Accent: cockney?? turned posh maybe?? Hobbies: caring for uriel, shopping, crafting hilarious tiktoks Habits: yoga, being an early riser, walking around the flat naked (not anymore, now that wren is staying over, rip) Nervous ticks: wrinkling his nose up, putting his hand through his hair, checking his phone Drives/motivations: making marcus and the rest of the family proud, always Fears: losing marcus, being alone again Sense of humour?: sarcasm and chaotic meaningless gen z type of humour, spends too much time on the internet Do they curse often?: just a fair amount. doesn't bring out the fucks mid-sentence unless he's mad, but occasionally drops the infamous c word like it's nothing

FAVOURITES.

Animal: argentine tegu since he got one Beverage: coffee Book: the malady of death by marguerite duras Colour: deep red Food: grilled cheese Flower: peonies Mode of transportation: private jet Scent: marcus and his st. rose's vigilante Sport: tennis (for watching. for participating, it's none) Weather: short shorts weather Vacation destination: paris ranks pretty damn high after his first paris fashion week in 2018, though anywhere in mexico is also a favourite, for how excited marcus looks when they're there

ATTITUDES.

Greatest dream: just vibing like this until he dies, honestly, he is living the dream Greatest fear: finding out that he is, after all, unloveable Most at ease when: alone with marcus Least as ease when: talking to people who don't respect him, having to prove himself Biggest achievement: feeling like he's really a part of the femenias-reyes bunch Biggest regret: giving his parents the time of day when they reached out a couple of years ago, and thinking they had changed

#task ;;#musings ;;#me??? making a task????? damn #take a shot every time marcus' name is mentioned and enjoy the alcohol poisoning #i bullshitted my way through the personality tests and im sorry #drug mention

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shipmistress9 · 4 years ago

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The Perks Of Your Boyfriend Being A Ghost

HTTYD -- Hiccstrid -- Rated E -- Ghost boyfriend AU -- so I guess Hiccup must have died at some point -- Modern AU -- I Guess...?

Summary: As a single mother of three children, Astrid's life is stressful and barely ever about her at all. Just good that her undead ghost boyfriend Hiccup makes sure that she gets some stress relief from time to time.

AN: As it says in the tags, this is 200% self-indulgent projecting. The only/main difference is that I'm not a single mother, and in fact have a loving and caring husband who helps as best he can. But still, let me keep my fantasies. ;P

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With an exhausted sigh, Astrid leaned against the closed door and sank to the ground. Finally, Brianna was asleep, too. Zephyr and Nuffink had been restless as well after being locked inside on a bad weather day, had only calmed down two hours after their usual bedtime, but the eighteen months old toddler had taken even longer. But then, she was teething, so that wasn't surprising. Astrid just hoped that she would have a couple of hours now before either of her children needed her again. Not like last night where Nuffink had sneaked into her bed after a bad dream and Brianna hadn't wanted to sleep longer than six in the morning at all…

Astrid loved her children with all her heart, she really did. After she'd left her now-ex-husband when she'd learned about his constant cheating – and had inherited his fortune when he'd driven himself off a cliff soon after – Zephyr, Nuffink, and little Brianna were the most important and precious parts of her life. Under no circumstance at all would she ever give them up, and after they'd all moved into her great-grandaunt’s old mansion, their life was slowly settling into something more normal again. Something good even. They were happy.

But still, sometimes being a single mother was just exhausting and brought her to her limits. As much as she enjoyed taking care of her toddler or playing games with the older ones, sometimes she wished she could get just half an hour for herself. There was an archery range behind the house and she was dying to give her old hobby a try. But so far, she hasn't gotten the chance.

Even now, there were still so many other things to do. Like cleaning up, at least the most important parts of the house, sorting clothes so Zephyr wouldn't need to rummage through her brother's socks again to find a shirt, and the kitchen was in dire need of a thorough clean up as well. Maybe, if she put in an effort, she could get at least some of those tasks done…

However, when she tried to stand up, she found that she couldn't. Her legs gave way midway and she slumped back onto the hard ground with low outcry.

For a second or three, she just sat there in silence. Then some incoherent noises bubbled up from deep within her chest, and not even she could say whether she was laughing or crying.

Now she was even too exhausted and weak to simply stand up? That was ridiculous!

She tried again but this time, she didn't even manage to position her feet correctly; they just slid across the floor the moment she straightened her legs. And when she lifted her hands, just holding them before her eyes, they were shaking.

Defeated, she let her head fall against the door behind her. She was sobbing now, low but unrestrained. What was she supposed to do? She couldn't just sit here all night. There was so much left to do, so many tasks and duties, and failing her children just wasn't an option. They were all she had left and they depended on her.

She couldn't say for how long she sat there, crying from exhaustion, when she felt it. The brush of something cool against her wet cheek and along her neck. It could have been mistaken as a draft, nothing uncommon in an old house like this one – but Astrid knew better. The sensation returned, cool fingers caressing her skin, and without her help, her lips twitched into a weak smile.

Come…

She let out a heavy sigh. Right. Exhausted as she was, trying to get even one of her tasks done tonight was futile. It was far more sensible to get as much rest as she could so that, hopefully, she would function better in the morning.

This time, it worked when she tried to get on her feet. Her knees were shaking and she kept one hand firmly on the wall for stabilisation, but at least she could walk. Luckily, she didn't have to go far though, only to the other end of the corridor to where her own bedroom was. With her last strength, she stripped off her clothes and put on her comfortable flannel pyjama before she slipped beneath the sheets with a relieved sigh, revelling in the softness of her bed with her eyes closed.

Yes, that’s it.

There it was again, that featherlike touch, light as a breeze as it caressed her forehead and along her temple. As if brushing away a strand of hair.

That’s better, isn’t it?

Humming, she leaned into the touch, another soft smile playing around her lips. “Yes, it is,” she murmured into the darkness around her. “Thank you.”

Anytime.

There was a hint of humour in the voice, even as it was nothing but a faint echo inside her head, as always. Astrid opened her eyes, wanted to see whether there was a matching smile to go with that tone.

The other side of her bed wasn’t empty anymore, as it had been only moments before. Now, the outline of a figure was visible, a man lying next to her. Except that it wasn’t really a man, just his memory. He was pale, translucent, and aside from his face and the hand hovering near her face, he even seemed a little blurry. As if he was nothing but mist and the next draft would blow him away.

There was indeed an amused smile playing around his lips, but his eyes were full of concern. From the painting that hung downstairs in the entry hall, she knew that these eyes once had been vibrantly green, like the forest on a summer day, and that the unruly hair on his head used to be a beautiful shade of reddish-brown. Now, however, all colours were washed away by time and death, even as he was glowing slightly in the darkness of the night.

You’re working too hard.

She chuckled weakly at his word. “Well, there’s little I can do about that. They need me so I have no choice. Not as if I can take a day off from being a mum.”

He frowned but nodded. True. They’re lucky to have you, though. Not all parents care this much.

Astrid shrugged. To her, it was no question. Her children came first, always.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was still stunned at how easily she could talk to the ghost of a man that had lived long before her in this house. But it felt so natural, so easy. Aside from the very first seconds, she hadn’t even been afraid of him.

Maybe that was because he wasn’t really here and she was just going insane. But Astrid didn’t want to think about that. Hiccup felt so real. Besides, she never could have come up with such a ridiculous name on her own anyway.

Astrid was bone-tired, but watching him was still something she didn’t want to miss out on. And as they gazed at each other, his features changed; the frown and worries from before melted away and got replaced by a surprising warmth and only a small hint of underlying sadness.

You’re amazing…

His words were nothing but a whisper in her mind as he leaned closer and cool lips brushed against her own. It made her heart flutter in joy, her eyes falling close.

Her instincts told her to lift her arms, to wrap them around her lover, to hold him close. She wanted to run her fingers through his soft hair, wanted to explore the wiry strength of his shoulder, his back. But with Hiccup, that wasn't possible. It already took all his will power to let her feel him at all, to garner enough solidity for his lips and tongue to not pass right through her. At least, that’s what he’d told her all those weeks ago when this wonderful craziness had started.

So instead, she just enjoyed what she could, the cool pressure of his mouth against her own, his presence, grabbing at her soft blanket instead of firm flesh. But if that was the price she had to pay for loving a ghost then she would pay it. Because Hiccup was worth it.

I think you deserve some stress relief.

Astrid hummed when his lips wandered along her jaw and down her neck. It tickled but in the most wonderful way, the way that made her shiver in anticipation and tiny sparks of electricity run through her entire body. He always knew what she needed, be it someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on – or this. And he was so good at this, too. A soft kiss here, a gentle bite there, and she was putty in his incorporate hands.

A soft moan slipped from her mouth when he suckled on her neck, directly above her pulse point, and her mind went blissfully blank. This was just what she needed. She luxuriated in the sensations he elicited in her body, the chance to just let go of everything. But then, she gasped when she felt something new. At first, she thought he'd brought a hand to her breast, to caress and squeeze at flesh and let cool fingers play with sensitive nipples. Except that it felt different, not like fingers but teeth gently nipping, lips and a tongue sucking on the hardening bud. Her eyes widened when she felt the same at her other breast too, three ghostly mouthed now working to drive her insane.

"I-is that all you?" she asked, shifting a little until she could look at him.

Hiccup had a look of high concentration on his face, his eyebrows furrowed. Yes. He seemed to hesitate for a moment. Is it okay for you?

Humming, Astrid laid back down into her cushion and nodded. "It is. I was just surprised, is all."

In her mind, she heard him chuckle, a little embarrassed. It's got to have at least one perk that I don't have a solid form…

That was something she couldn't really argue with. She wished she could feel more of him, his body, his warmth, his breath on her skin or his beating heart beneath her hand on his chest. But since none of that was possible, multiple mouths and hands to pleasure her… well, she at least wouldn't say no to this.

Although… it was so surreal. She was still wearing her warm pyjama and lay beneath the heavy blanket, safe from the cool night air. And yet, she could feel his phantom touches on her skin as if she was entirely bare to him – which in a way she was. Neither walls nor fabric meant anything to him.

After kissing her once more on her lips, so soft and sweet that she nearly melted, Hiccup returned his attention to the rest of her body. Before long, she could feel him everywhere. Phantom mouths were suckling on her breasts, her clit, and even her toes, tongues teasing and lapping eagerly as phantom hands ran over her entire body, caressing over delicate skin or squeezing to heighten her sensitivity.

The onslaught of sensations left her writhing and twisting between her sheets, gasping and moaning. But no matter how much she moved, his phantom touch always followed. She couldn’t escape, couldn’t get even the smallest reprieve. All she could do was press her forearm to her mouth to muffle the endless stream of moans and little screams that left her throat. It could have been scary, feeling so helpless and being at someone else’s mercy like this. But this was Hiccup and she trusted him completely. She couldn’t even say why, she just knew that she had nothing to fear when she was with him.

And it was wonderful. All her worries and the stress of the day melted off her as her body and mind got submerged in this endless ocean of sensations. Chasing only one feeling was impossible, so she quickly gave up to even try and instead gave herself over to him, to his care.

Astrid had no idea for how long he kept her in this wonderfully-mindless state of need and longing; it was just an endless rollercoaster of building pleasure. Everything inside her was tense, coiled so tightly like never before until he finally showed mercy. Her orgasm washed through her like a crashing wave, so powerful that it made her entire body shake violently, her back arching off the bed and her lips were parted in a silent scream. Her mind empty of every thought.

When it was over, she only slowly drifted down from her height, didn’t want it to end. She felt better than in a long while, safe, secure, cared for.

“Thank you,” she sighed into the darkness, her voice so weak that it nearly broke. “I… I think I needed this.”

Again, she heard him chuckle inside her head. I think you’re right there. And I also think you deserved it. You’re doing so much and–

He broke off when another sound echoed through the old house, a crying child. Brianna must have woken up. But before Astrid could react, could even do so much as let out a tired groan, it had stopped again. Surprised and a little confused, she blinked to clear her mind of its blissful haze, then jumped when Hiccup appeared next to her again. She hadn’t even registered that he’d left.

It’s okay. She’d just lost Mr Carrot, but once he was back in her arms, she fell asleep again.

Smiling, Astrid relaxed back into her cushions. Mr Carrot was Brianna’s cuddly rabbit. He was old, a hand-me-down from Astrid’s own grandmother, and rather ugly to be honest. But Brianna loved the beast.

“And thank you again,” she murmured, exhaustion taking her quickly now. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

The same you’re doing now. Be the best mum a child could ask for.

Her lips twitched into a sad smile. Hiccup's own mother had left him when he'd been younger than Brianna was now, so his bar of what counted as a good mother was bound to be rather low. All she did was struggling not to fail, really.

"How did you do that?" she asked to change the topic. "Didn't you say it costs all your concentration and energy to let me feel you at all?

He nodded, his eyes flickering away as if he was embarrassed. It did in the beginning. But the more time I spend with you, the stronger I feel. I barely have to think about simple touches at all anymore. To prove his point, he reached for her face and brushed a few sweats strands of hair out of her face. So I thought I could try something more… advanced.

“Mmmh, a good idea.”

Once more, she heard him chuckle in her mind. Now, rest. You’re going to need your strength tomorrow.

Sighing, Astrid complied. She curled up in her bed, feeling more relaxed than she had in days, and hummed in surprise and delight when she somewhat felt Hiccup curl around her back. He even wrapped an arm around her waist without it passing right through her. Hopefully, they would soon get the chance to further explore Hiccup’s newfound strength.

After a good night’s sleep!

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"I just want to write a quick one-shot. Nothing difficult. Just something short to get back into writing. It won't get any sequels."

That's what I told myself the entire time, even when I was plotting out several more chapters for this verse. Ah, well... This does work well on it's own for now. And I can always add more when I feel like it and have the time.

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#Hiccstrid #fanfiction #httyd #Ghost Boyfriend AU #Modern AU #200% self-indulgent projecting #NSFT #not for children

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honeyxmonkey · 5 years ago

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Let's Just Say There's A Ring Involved

Hugo walked into his and Varian's shared room to find the younger alchemist sprawled on the bed, laying on his stomach, reading a book.

"Hey Goggles."

"Hi Hugo."

"What are you doing?"

"Reading."

"No, duh. I meant what are you reading?

Varian shrugged as best he could in his position. "A book."

Hugo snorted. "Well, someone's being vague."

Varian tried to hide his smile. "Only because someone's being annoying."

Hugo feigned offense. "Excuse me for taking an interest in my boyfriend's hobbies."

Varian rolled his eyes and sat up to look at the blond who had a grin on his face.

"If you must know, I'm reading my mom's journal again. I wanted to see if she left any notes on a certain formula I was trying to replicate."

"Oh, you mean the one that blew up in your face?"

"Yep! That's the one!"

Hugo let out a small laugh and placed a kiss on Varian's lips. "Think that can wait?"

Varian smiled. "Depends on what it's waiting on."

Hugo kissed his forehead and backed away. "Rapunzel is looking for you, that's why."

Varian looked a little disappointed but nodded and got up. "You coming with or are you staying here?"

"Sorry, but I don't exactly want to hear the queen rambling about a party or old friends any longer than I have to."

Varian laughed. "Hey, be nice. She may be one of my best friends but she's still the queen."

Hugo smiled and watched him leave. As soon as he was far enough down the hall he let out a breath he hadn't even known he was holding in. Why was he so nervous about this? It was a mutual thing he and Varian had discussed so he knew the younger would say yes. Still, he couldn't help but feel a small twinge of anxiety, nervousness, and excitement as he thought about what he was going to do today.

"Today's the day." Hugo whispered to himself. "I'm going to ask him."

Varian and Hugo had been together for a little over three years now and Hugo was more certain than ever that Varian was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

He fingered the box in his pocket and felt a smile spread onto his face. Today was the day he was going to ask Varian to marry him.

Later that day Eugene found him in the garden.

"So?"

Hugo stared at him. "So... what?"

"Are you going to ask him?"

"Oh," Hugo smiled. "Uh, yeah. I am."

Eugene nodded. "I thought so. You looked nervous and you're usually not nervous so that meant you were either lying about something, or planning something big."

"Am I really that obvious?"

"A little, yeah."

"Do you think Varian knows?"

Eugene shook his head. "He may be smart but he's more oblivious than a rock. You would have to plaster the words, 'I'm hiding something' in big bold letters on your forehead for him to suspect anything."

Hugo snorted at the thought, although he couldn't quite disagree with the older man. Varian was smart but he lacked common sense, that included picking up on obvious signs by his boyfriend that he might be planning to propose.

Eugene put a hand on his shoulder. "I know I've already given you the shovel talk but that was when you were dating Varian. Now, you're going to marry him. Look, I'm only going to say this once. You treat him right, don't break his heart, don't hurt him and I won't have to come after you with a hundred armed guards. We clear?"

Hugo nodded. "Crystal."

Eugene also nodded, satisfied with the answer. He wasn't even talking big. If Hugo hurt his little brother in any way. Eugene would not hesitate to hunt him down. "Good." He smiled at the blond. "Mind if I see the ring?"

"You can see it after it's on Varian's finger."

Eugene rolled his eyes. "Fair enough."

And with that the captain walked away.

Rapunzel met him at the garden gates.

"So, what did he say?"

"He's doing it."

She grinned and clapped her hands together once in excitement. "I'm so excited for them!"

Eugene smiled too. "I know, so am I, Sunshine."

"You didn't threaten him did you?"

"Oh, no. Of course not. I only told him that if he hurt Varian, me and an armed battalion would hunt him down."

"Eugene." Rapunzel sighed in exasperation. "Don't scare him off before he even has the chance."

Eugene laughed. "Listen Blondie. If Cassandra couldn't scare him off, nothing can."

Later that night, Hugo and Varian were walking hand in hand in the garden. It was one of those rare nights that Varian had actually taken off his gloves and Hugo was grateful for that.

"So, Yong wrote me a letter the other day." Varian rambled a little bit.

Hugo smiled at him, mostly listening to Varian but some of his thoughts were turned to the ring his pocket.

"He said he created a type of fire that can burn on water."

"Impressive."

"And it's green."

"Ooh, double impressive."

Varian laughed and the sound was melodic. It made Hugo melt.

After his laughter subsided, Varian looked at Hugo with a smile that made him turn to mush. He fell a little bit more in love with him every second they spent together.

Hugo sucked in a breath and stopped, turning to face Varian fully.

"Varian, the first time we met, I was stealing something from you that I thought was precious. But when I joined your group, you stole my heart. I fell in love with you, pretty much the moment we met." There was a small smile on Varian's face at his words but confusion behind his eyes like he didn't quite know where this was going. Hugo held onto both of his hands. "I love you, and I want to spend every moment I can with you for the rest of my life. So Varian," he got down on one knee, pulling out the ring.

Varian gasped and covered his mouth with surprise.

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes." It was just a whisper at first before Varian tackle him to the ground, laughing with joy. "Yes! Oh my god, a thousand times yes!'

Hugo laughed too, pulling Varian into a kiss before sliding the ring onto his finger. Varian kissed him again, pulling him close, smiling against his lips.

"We're still sitting on the grass, Goggles."

Varian giggled and pecked his lips one more time before standing and helping Hugo up. Varian didn't let him walk away though, and cupped his face in his hands.

They shared another kiss, this one softer but still full of passion. When they broke it and rested their foreheads together, Varian was still smiling. Hugo was too.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

They spent a little while longer out in the garden, chilling by the pond. Varian had his head resting on Hugo's shoulder and Hugo had an arm wrapped around his waist.

"They aren't going to leave us alone when we get inside."

"I know."

"Rapunzel's probably over excited right now anyway."

"Probably."

Varian was running his thumb over Hugo's hand. "I love you."

"I know." The blond kissed the top of his head. "I love you too, Hairstripe."

"Are the nicknames gonna stop when we get married?"

"Not a chance."

#WE'VE GOT A PROPOSAL #they engaged now #i will probs do a part 2 #maybe #i may do a part 2 #lot of maybes #varigo #alchemy boyfriends #soon itll be alchem husbands #but for now its alchemy fiancees #varian #hugo #tangled #seven kingdoms au #varian and the seven kingdoms #i told yall the fluff would kill #i might write like everyone's reactions to the engagement #cass' reaction will probably be the best

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skzshortcake · 4 years ago

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Stray kids ship please! (P.S ILY ) I dont know if there are any guidelines for what to send in a ship so i decided to put my zodiacs, a description of my personality, and my aesthetic :)

Personality description (courtesy of my best friend, dont ask me why he wrote a whole paragraph-): Alright so Grace is basically 50% goofball 50% sweetheart. Seriously shes sweeter than candy. Also shes like the funniest person alive, its like her mission in life to make everyone laugh and whenever she does she gets this big smile on her face and proceeds to make you lose your shit laughing even more. Also she laughs at like literally everything, so shes ALWAYS smiling. Shes super random, shell like randomly break out into song in the middle of the mall (THAT WAS ONLY LIKE 1 TIME DJDJ) or start dancing in the middle of an empty parking lot when its raining, also whenever an atmosphere gets too quiet or uncomfortable she’ll scream something off the top of her head. Mostly she’s a complete sweetheart tho. Like her family high-key sucks and never made her feel loved or comfortable with showing emotions straightforwardly so she mostly does it in subtle ways (like physical affection, gifts, acts of service, etc.) Shes insecure tho, and she wants to make sure you know she loves you, so she’ll try really hard to tell you through words sometimes. That always results in her stumbling over her words or stuttering or rambling (plus a very cute red face, i may be a very gay man but i still recognize a cutie pie when i see one.) And then she gets all flustered and starts apologizing and you kinda have to just let her know that hey, its okay, i know you tried and i understood, or itll never end. Also shes like a complete romantic. Like she helped my brother plan his wedding cuz she knew him and his fiance and she just lOVED IT and kept getting this big ole smile on her face whenever she saw them do something romantic (she always goes “awwwww” when she sees little kids running around holding hands or old couples being sweet.) Shes also like the most accepting person ever, like regardless of your sexuality or gender or race or religion, she doesnt care, she just sees you as human, which is refreshing. Her hobbies are basically anything involving art (she especially likes to sing and draw, her voice sounds like a literal angel) also she’s huge bookworm (especially dystopian fiction, she lives for that crap), and music is essentially her entire life. P.S: Say hi to ur fav blogs for me (alright ig Jay says hello).

Aesthetic I achieve (apparently, according to Jay I do, idk myself that well): Sunny days, sunflowers, daisies, picnics on a red plaid blanket, laughter, number 2 pencils, playful kisses, teddy bears with red ribbons, tea with honey, sun hats, striped shirts and denim jeans, buttered popcorn and caramel apples, bumblebees, waffles topped with blueberres and whipping cream and pancakes drizzled in strawberry syrup

oh my god you and your friend are just precious. tell him hi for me!

I ship you with hyunjin!

I think he shows affection in the same way that you do, grace!

so I think you two would get along just fine!

hyunjin just loves you so much, he’s got this type of love for you that’s like “I adore you so much and you’re such a genuinely good person and i’m so proud of you and I want to be around you all the time.”

he loves your aesthetic so much and makes sure to take you out on dates that he knows will make you happy

like he’s out exploring in the city and finds a cute park with a hidden area where the sunlight peeks through the tree branches

and his first thought is “I need to bring grace here”

skz can tell that he’s just genuinely happy around you, you bring out the best in him

you make him want to jump for joy!

he wants to show his dancing and singing to you because he feels so appreciated when you take the time to watch him

sometimes he just lays on you and won’t move

he’s just so comfortable in your presence

but he does kinda want to baby you a bit too!

hyunjin seems to me like he wants someone who will let him take care of them but still be a bit independent

so he shows his affection by texting you with lots of emojis! and through helping you with the little things like dishes or cleaning your room because he loves your reaction when you fake punch him and tell him he didn’t have to

he just giggles and his eyes form cute crescent moons as he pulls you into a hug

“I just love helping you, sweetie!”

he’s always around you, you play video games together, you eat together (and when you’re not together it’s over facetime), you sing together, you read together anything! (ps he really wants to see your art, he adores everything you to and will promote your art so much!!)

nicknames he would call you:

sweetie, baby

a date you would go on:

picnic date in the park!

he takes you to that little secluded area and lays out a pretty blanket for you. he wants to take plenty of pictures of you with the sunlight and your cute straw hat. and he even went out and bought fruit smoothies for you both! he probably talks with you for a bit until you’re both tired and then you lean on him while he plays videos on his phone.

honorable mention: jisung!

#from may!#skz ship #stray kids ship #stray kids ships #stray kids reactions #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz headcanons #skz reactions #stray kids headcanons #hyunjin headcanons #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin fluff #you are too cute aww!#submission

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bestwestallenfics · 4 years ago

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Hi! This is my first fanfic ever, so beware :) I would love to hear your opinions!

Just to Come to Her Arms

Barry comes home exhausted to Iris's arms.

She was sitting in their loft, in their couch, with their favorite bottle of wine.

Iris was a sucker for a good red wine in the evening, especially the nights when she really needed even that small amount of alcohol.

This was one of those nights.

Now, it's pretty normal for Barry to speed out of their loft in the evening, only to return several minutes later with a powerful gust of wind that she is so very familiar to. But today, it's already been two hours. Two hours of silence. Two hours of loneliness without her home.

Two hours was rarely a time apart if you looked at their relationship, thinking in the weeks Barry had to go with the league or any other hero and she was left with a cold bed; or that six months that she still shivers remembering. But this was different. This was without warning. It was just a normal robbery that he always runs to tens of thousands of times, just to return to her arms several minutes later. Maybe a little burn out, but still with a soft smile that's only reserved for her.

She debates calling Cisco. There wasn't a big meta of the week nor a big bad (for now) that's about to destroy the world, so he probably wasn't working late in S.T.A.R. Caitlin wasn't an option either, she was too busy with Frost's new hobby in drawing. Knowing that no one was actually in the labs at this hour, she just opts for a message to Cisco instead.

Any word from Barry? He went two hours ago.

She didn't need to explain anything further, knowing all those messages they sent to each other. She slowly scrolls to see the similar messages they shared along the years and stops at a recent message that had a similar weight to what she was feeling right now:

Barry got hurt. He is fine but it was bad. It would be best if you come.

This was when Bloodwork happened. When he took over her husbands body. When he attempted to take away their precious time that was so limited because of the prophecy of his death looming over them. She remember being overly scared and almost jumping at her seat, forgetting all about the article that she was writing about his death. He was hurting, now, and she was supposed to be by his side, help him hurt less anyway she can.

Her phone beeps and she almost drops the glass that's close to empty with blood colored wine.

No. I'm at home but S.T.A.R. cameras don't show him at the lab. Maybe he's at the time vault? Lmk.

Just as she gets super worried, now that she has confirmation that he is actually missing, she hears a loud bump at the door. It's not a knock, more like a body swaying at the wood.

This time, she really drops the glass to the carpet (which, thank god didn't break) and runs to the door. She can feel her heart beating at her ears with the realisation, he is hurt.

When she opens the door, she finds the speedster on the floor, with his forehead leaned to their door. When the wood separates from his head, Iris can see his shut eyes and open mouth trying to get in more air. He hasn't even changed his suit. This happened when he was utterly exhausted which only seemed to worry her more.

She falls next to him. He still hasn't opened his eyes, but his head falls onto her neck unconsciously, knowing that she is here. Iris can feel his burning forehead against her neck and his deep breathing that shakes both of them. She slowly uses one of her hands to hold his neck while the other tries to get his body shaking with exhaustion inside. Even though he doesn't want to move, he complies and let her took him inside. This was their apartment but hallway was still open to strangers and everyone could see the speedster with his cowl removed in the Flash suit if they came.

"Hey." He finally speaks between his laboured breaths and she holds him a little tighter. He could talk, that was good.

"Can you stand?" Iris asks, while helping his head to look at her. Even in the dim light that was only coming from the kitchen, she can see how tired he was. His glassy eyes darts a little before they find her. He is still shaking and trying to breathe properly. Sweat shines from the little skin that she can see. Her worry only grows at the sight.

He nods.

She curves a strong arm around his waist to help him up. His shaking legs tries to obey the movement, but it's visible that even the small movement of aligning them takes a tremendous energy. They get up and she guides him to the couch she just got up from, kicking the wine glass a little just so he doesn't step on it.

When they finally arrive, she helps him lay down. He winces with pain and she notices the oozing blood that's coming from his side. Part of her shirt that he was leaning while they were walking is covered with it.

"Oh, Barry."she wispers under her breath. She hates these times. She hates when he is in pain and she can do nothing about it. She just wants to take all of it away, take all of the hurting parts of being this incredible and put it in her shoulders, leaving him only with the joy of running. But she can't do anything about it, she can't do anything even though he is in front of her suffering, and it kills her.

" 'M okay" he manages to say. When her eyes manage to separate from the nasty scar on his body, she finds him watching her. Normally he would do everything he can to avoid her seeing him like this. He would stop by S.T.A.R and patch himself up or even faint on the floor if he had to. But today was one of those unbearable days. He couldn't stop running for an hour and a half, almost as if he was in flashtime. His body still remembers that helplesness, but being that fast for half an hour exhausted him more than anything ever did. This time it was much slower, but much longer too. Iris grounded him then, he needed her ground him now too.

Now she was running around their loft, closing the door, taking the wine glass off the floor, aligning the pillows on a more comfortable position for him and taking out their first-aid kit. He tries to follow her with his eyes, but that action alone turns out to be a hard task, with everything around him spinning the moment he moves his head. Yeah, he definitely had a concussion too.

"Hey, hey" her soft voice and hands cupping his face makes the dizziness go away instantly. He tries to focus on the blurry face in front of him.

"It needs stiches honey. Can you handle it?" She asks, thumbs so cold against his burning skin.

No he can't. It already burns so much, he can't-

He nods.

The first needle going in sends a fire through his body. He shakes even more violently. Iris says something, probably around the lines of "It's okay" but he can't hear. He wants to scream, he wants to cry, to just let it out for a moment. But he doesn't. He just tries to sit still and bites his lip.

Around the forth needle going in, his teeth draws out blood. It's too much he thinks. It's too much, I can't take it, I need it to stop, please, It's too much-

"Iris stop, stop. I need a break." She immediately stops, noticing the weakness on his voice. She first puts her hand to his rising and falling chest, a simple act that she generally does when she notices him awake late at night. This meant you can relax honey, we are safe, it's okay. But it is only to ground him this time.

She sees the tears mixing with the sweat dripping down his face and she sits up, bringing his head to her chest. Her hands slowly goes around his body, finally to stop at his face. She uses her sleeve to wipe his forehead and uses her other hand to scratch his head.

"It's okay," she promises. Her fingers go through his damp hair and she promises again "It's alright. I know it hurts baby."

They sit around like this for several minutes. But she has to keep going. Normally, Caitlin controls these moments with professionalism, she knows when it's time to continue, even though Barry doesn't want to. But Iris is not strong enough to do that. With Barry trembling in her arms, every inch of her just wants to let him rest, let him forget.

But she gets up and finishes the stiches. Even though she hears Barry's breaths get sucked in with every needle, his tears forming again with the only intention of making it stop, his mumblings of begging for the pain to go away, she finishes.

"It's done, it's finished. Let me just help you change." She gets up but his hand finds hers and squeezes it gently. He doesn't have the energy to do that. She understands.

He squeezes his eyes shut when she sits and put his head to her chest again. He just needs her. He just needs to hands around his neck and hair, and her smell of home.

"I'm sorry." He says. Because he already saw her tears too, he knows how much it hurts her to see him like this. He hates to worry her. Normally the pain is easy to mask, just smiling at her or cuddling her back usually does the trick, but today it's too much. She knows it, that's what scares her this much.

"Shhh" she says, her hands not stopping a second. "Just rest." His hands stop shaking, his burning body heat drops because of the ice packs that her wife already put around his body (she probably felt the fever) and his stress of the day melts into her fingertips.

And he does precisely that. He would have taken more hits, he would be ready to face off whatever tomorrow brings; just to come back to her arms.

Thanks for reading! This is my first ever fanfic, I'm not sure how it turned out. Please let me know how it is!

#westallen #westallen fanfic #barry and iris #iris west allen #iris west #barry allen #fanfic #fanfiction #the flash #flash fiction #flashficfeb

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jjkpls · 6 years ago

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> genre : smut, soulmate fluff

> pairing : park jimin x reader x kim taehyung

> words : 5.5k

> Taehyung is taken aback when his soulmate, Jimin, introduces his new girlfriend to him. Jimin tries to help them break the ice. (honestly pwp, slight slash)

> A/N : so... trying to get back into writing, hope this doesn’t suck too much (lmao way to sell your shit). so vmin 3some yay! thanks to anyone that’ll read it, let me know your thoughts ❤

It was one thing earlier when his fingers were laced in between the stiff locks of his hair. Short nails scraping on his scalp, gripping a little when his wet lips were covering the skin of his neck with love. It was warm, comforting, pleasing, felt like pure love and affection. Different from what they are used to give to each other but still oddly familiar.

But with her, it's something else. Taehyung does not know her. He hardly knows her voice. Has never met her heart. Does not know her body. As he is looking at her now, lain down, legs spread enough for him to sit in between, he realizes he meets her eyes for the very first time.

She looks kind. All he knows about her comes from what Jimin has told him. And for the most part, he was not listening. He was too busy trying to keep his heart from sinking with the weight of too many concerns, to care about whatever the hell she was studying and where she'd grown up.

His gaze falls from her eyes, slides along the line of her nose and the shiny curve of her swollen lips, to his own hands. They're spread over her naked waist. He doesn't even remember how it happened.

The skin feels so warm and soft under his palms. He does not feel like taking them off. He does not know if he wants more, if he can do more. Does she?

“I get it. I don't- I'm sorry for the way I acted before.” Jimin is beaming. His eyes have completely disappeared behind the thin crescent of his eyelids and Taehyung would make fun of him if it were not for the faint pink taint spread over the round tip of his nose, reminiscence of the big meltdown from earlier.

Jimin's chubby fingers wrap around the back of Taehyung's neck, cold rings recovering the skin in goosebumps, “I can have two soulmates, Tae. I do have two soulmates.”

Taehyung simply nods. He knows there is no discussion to hold anyway. He just has to accept it. He is not the only one to receive his friend's unconditional, endless love and devotion. He used to share, sure, with the rest of the band, and his family, and a part of the rest of the world. Jimin's heart is just so wide and so full and he wants to fulfil everybody and everyone with it. That's one of the reasons why he started loving him in the first place. How unfair would that be to blame him for it now?

He is scared though. He has not lost him yet but he is terrified he will. He knows his worth. Not so bad of a person, trying but lacking immensely. He knows how lucky he is to have him. Half of the time, he does not even know that he deserves him. But he's had him for so long, how could he give up on him now? He is just human. And he is greedy as one is.

“Taehyung, you don't have to worry. I won't take him away from you.” Taehyung looks down. She hasn't said much the whole time, her voice sounds so foreign, and sweet too.

She is waiting for him to say something, he does not and she flushes bright red under his feline gaze. She squirms around a little, her legs end up resting on his better. Taehyung let his hands slide along her sides, setting on her denim-covered thighs. He's grateful for her words. They've been spoken with a softness that he recognizes for he finds it in Jimin. He is sure she means it.

“You're adorable.” Taehyung whispers, charmed, as Jimin kisses his girlfriend's burning cheek.

“She is, isn't she?” Jimin is all giggles and sparkly eyes now. It is funny how excited he is at the prospect of having a friend see his girl and appreciate her the way he does, in this too intimate way. Then again, it is Jimin. He wants to spoil. He was made to spoil.

“Can I kiss you ?” Eyes diverting to her boyfriend, she absent-mindedly nibbles on her lips, licking them discreetly.

“You can do whatever you want as long as you don't forget who's your man.” He watches their interaction. It is weird. She is lain right there, almost under him, they're so close he can smell her scent -something mild and sugary that reminds him of an exotic fruit he can't pinpoint-; yet it feels oddly personal. He feels like a voyeur, observing the intimacy, the affinity of a longer secret conversation he is not part of. It is palpable. Maybe it is too wrong.

Her hands are pressing sheepishly on top of his now, making a flower of warmth bloom in his chest.

He does not understand how this whole thing can work. How it even just came about. Why do they need to include him, to give him some of this when they are obviously in perfect osmose already.

Taehyung wraps his fingers around her hands. His look so huge with hers nustled in their centre. They're warm, not very soft. He wonders why. He is pretty sure it's related to the thing she is studying or maybe a hobby of hers. Jimin's mentioned it but he can't remember.

From that thought, another one rises out of nowhere. When was the last time he has been this close to a girl? Probably some time in high school. So long ago, it feels like a whole life had passed by since then. He comes to this realization at the same time his heart does, apparently, as it suddenly starts beating hard and fast in growing anxiety and excitement.

A quick tentative peck on the corner of her mouth, and he is sure she wants it too so he just indulges into her. He assumed it would take more time for them to adjust to each other. It doesn't though. Quickly teeth are teasing, tongues meeting and exploring shamelessly. It feels so sultry, hot and steamy, he can't help but always lean in further, fingers digging in her thighs (secretly hoping it is hard enough to leave faint marks for them to look at later), mouths kissing always deeper.

And it gets hotter and bolder. His brain is definitely getting intoxicated by her perfume -he's decided to give up on trying to identify it now, from now on it's become her scent-, her touch, the moans she tries to conceal, how wet and warm and delicious her mouth feels.

His heart is about to burst and his arms are shaking, then fail to hold him up. He crashes into her, though he can’t even think about feeling apologetic when she seems so willing to welcome him in. Her tiny hands are gripping his shoulder and his waist, her legs are sliding up quietly around his waist. There’s no doubt she wants it as much as he does. And no doubt she feels as good as he does. He wonders, briefly, how much of him she’s feeling. Does she feel crushed, grounded down by the weight of his body? Because he feels pulled by her, by every bit of warm contact his body gets from hers.

He’s already so hard, it’s painful. Despite the anxiety and the confusion of the whole situation. His brain is still in a blur, trying to make out a logical and realistic scenario -the fumes their shared kisses and sheepish but needy touch induce are not helping.

He could not tell for how long they allowed themselves to lost into each other’s mouths but when he finally lifts himself up slightly, their ragged breaths, swollen and wet lips, burgundy cheeks and watery eyes mirror perfectly.

Jimin has slipped a hand between the two of them -hardly given the non-existence gap between their bodies- and he is now patting at his girlfriend covered crotch. Taehyung can feel it, the hand, obviously, but he can’t get himself to leave the warmth of the girl's proximity just yet. It doesn’t really trigger anything, this touch, foreign but not scary, so he just lets it be while he looks at her, staring at her boyfriend with big earnest eyes.

“Enjoyed kissing Tae?” Taehyung looks at the blush of her cheeks deepening two shades darker. It’s already addicting, watching her undergo her emotions with no ability to hide her shame and embarrassment. “I can feel how wet you are through your jeans, baby.” He is chuckling, while she mumbles something Taehyung doesn’t quite get, hidden as she is behind her hands but he grins anyway.

“Cute.” He realizes he said it aloud only because of Jimin’s crinkling eyes, jumping suddenly to meet his. He is grinning from ear to ear, overcome with joy as if the compliment was directed solely to him.

“See, Tae likes you now. I told you he would, didn’t I ?”

Was she worried? There are flashes of memories blinking in his mind. He can see himself not so subtly turning his back to her, serving her the nastiest tight-lipped smile and cold glare he owns, animatedly cursing at her to Jungkook trying desperately to get him to see his point -she was a bitch and Jimin too for leaving him- and he feels like shit. He was a dick. A jealous possessive greedy mean dickhead to this girl who, now that he takes a chance to yield his attention to, seems delectable.

They’re sharing another moment. Jimin is whispering in her ear, honey-coated words Taehyung can only imagine from the precious tiny changes in her expression, blessing her skin with kisses when she’s answering him back with the quietest words. They’re cute. And he wishes he could hear her while feeling awkward for intruding. But is he really intruding when she doesn’t make any move to get her legs to free his? He hates to interrupt -obviously not enough so to not proceed- but he’s scared they might flee before he tries to cease a chance. He feels he owes her for having been a massive ass. But also, he kind of really wants to.

“Can I...” He clears his throat awkwardly, trying to get their attention. Taehyung, who is a man who usually thrives from people’s ogling him, doesn’t shy away from but bathe in the attention, feels himself blush, hard, when the couple’s curious set of eyes fixate on him. They look so nice from down there, looking up to him expectantly. Still, he doesn’t know what they expect. And he still kind of feels like a sore thumb.

“I wanted to- I mean if you’re okay with it and-“ He is stuttering now like he’s fucking Jungkook and he doesn’t know how to fix it. He is not cute, he’s just awfully embarrassing. The chances of getting his request met are flying away with all his hopes. He wants to die a little or at least disappear but then Jimin’s chubby fingers are rubbing gently on his knuckles. He does it like he does all the time to reassure him or just show him support during interviews or even on stage. “Can I eat her out?” Jimin gives him a look. It's a bored one that says something along the lines of ‘I don’t know dude don’t ask me, I don’t have the pussy you wanna eat’. “I mean you- sorry, feels weird asking you...” He says, peering at her from between his dark lashes.

“Weirder than asking her boyfriend? Really?” And just like that Jimin's laughing again, and Taehyung wants to grab those fake ass friendly chubby fingers and crushed them in his fist until the traitor cries. “Babe, do you want it?”

“You can say no, I won’t- I mean you won’t hurt my feelings or anything. It’s- really if you want to.” She is looking right back at him, shiny eyes wavering but holding still. Her mouth is agape ready to say something that just won’t come out. He’s pretty sure it’s a yes. From the glint in her eyes, the rose that has reached her chest, the slight but unmissable way in which her legs parted more against Taehyung. He won’t do anything until she said so though.

She sheepishly nods. It’s almost good enough for him at this point. Well, for his engorged trapped cock anyways. But apparently, Jimin’s having none of it, if the impatient smack of his lips is any indication to go by.

“What is this pretty mouth of yours for?” He asks, voice lower and Busan dialect edges striking sharply to their ears. A mischievous glint dancing from a stare to another has Jimin giggling. “‘Course. But what else is it for?”

“Speak.”

“That’s right. So baby, tell us, do you want it or not?”

“Yes.”

“What is it that you want?” Her gaze is dark now, throwing daggers at her boyfriend who doesn't budge the slightest to avoid them. Taehyung follows the exchange with a growing fondness. She really is cute. Jimin not so much right now. Even Taehyung would call him a little shit. “You think I’m being mean babe but I’m not.” He is saying this with the most blatant grin, discrediting completely his claim. “Taehyung doesn’t know you well, yet, does he? Therefore it’s important for him that you’re clear with what you want and what you need. So you’re gonna look at him-“ Pinching her chin, he tilts her head gently for her to face Taehyung's. “-and you’re gonna tell him clearly what you want him to do to you.”

“I- I’d like you toeatmeout.” The words are barely understandable and Jimin's tongue clicks behind his front teeth. Taehyung has had enough though. “Stop annoying her, s’good enough.”

Jimin gasps dramatically, stares at his best friend, hand raising in the air like he’s about to smack some boundaries into him but the shit-eating grin wins and Taehyung starts unfastening her pants with fingers trembling with excitement.

Once she's naked from the waist down, he can tell she wants to shy away and he wishes he thought about it better and had kept her panties on for now. He spreads his large hands on her soft thighs, gently caressing, teasingly squeezing, attempting to smooth her down into feeling more reassured and confident in what she has to offer. Because god, does she have to offer, he thinks when he finally gets to see her.

The discovery is priceless. She looks so pretty, all pink and shiny, so shiny. There is a little hanging moment where he just stares, licking his lips without much thought, just emotions shaking him up until one thought emerges and threatens to freak him out into giving it all up.

He’s gone down twice on a girl before. Only twice. And that was back in fucking high school. He has no fucking idea how to eat pussies. Honestly. He can’t really gather all the ‘knowledge’ he’s gathered over the years from his high consumption of porn now, can he? They say it’s inaccurate and dumb but that’s all he’s got.

He then remembers what some of his hyungs had said, one of those late -or more accurately early morning- drunken conversations.

“If you wanna be good at it, you just gotta enjoy it.”

“What does that even mean?”

“You just enjoy it. Do it cause you want it, you’re hungry.”

“I’d say you eat it like jjajangmyeon.”

“What the hell hyung!”

Like jjajangmyeon. Well fuck, thanks Jin hyung. He’s then looking at her from up close. Lying on his stomach to get closer, the new proximity makes his heart beat harder. He can smell her he realizes and the thought that, when this is all done, tomorrow and the days to come, he’ll still have this piece of her in his mind that only Jimin will share, drives him a little insane. The other boys will get along, get to know her but he will have the most intimate sense of her that none of them will.

He settles, squirming around a bit to get more comfortable, his forearm ends up brushing against Jimin’s crotch and the rock hard member hidden in his jeans. Jimin hisses, while his friend erupts in a loud fit of thunder like laughter. “Why does it turn you on so much to have someone else taste your girlfriend, you weirdo?”

“Honestly, I have no idea.” They giggle like schoolboys, a part of it probably fueled by nervousness, eyes attached to one another. And as they share this intimate gaze, Taehyung feels like a complete and utter idiot to have ever doubted those tender chocolate eyes. He’d never let him down. He smiles before turning back to her.

From up close she looks even more endearing. The dim light is hitting just right to make the obvious wetness shown, it’s like it fucking glitters. And the pink so flushed, you'd think she’s been played with and abused a little bit already. He deems he gets it, what Yoongi hyung has said -not fucking moronic Jin hyung. When he sees her like that, he’s not sure he wants to taste her to make her feel good or to satisfy a curiosity and a thirst that he experiences.

Therefore, without much more thinking, without the least forewarning, he just dives in. Attaching his mouth roughly, messily, all over and licking and slurping and sucking, making out with it like a long lost lover. It’s infuriating those sensations. The thought of being so intimate with someone after such a long time of nothing. That person to be his best friend's girl, instead of seeming odd, fills him with gratitude.

And she feels so sweet. Her taste, her warmth, her trembling thighs around his head. She's the kindest gift he’s ever been granted. That's why he tries to give it his whole, not trying to keep it clean and collected. He thinks briefly that at least if he doesn’t do it right, they’ll be able to tell how willing and devoted he’d tried to be.

He’s not sure how well he is doing because she is pretty quiet. He is sure as hell enjoying his feast, as suggests his rutting against the mattress but to his disappointment, it doesn’t last. Or at least, he feels like it’s too short as after what feels only a few minutes, while the tip of his nose is rubbing against her engorged nub, she comes in a succession of charming cries, her hole seizing around the tip of Taehyung's tongue as a few spurts of her cum slip in his mouth.

He sees the way her hole is squeezing around nothing, how laboured her breathing has become now that she’s coming down, but he can’t admit that it’s already over. He kisses her clit tentatively, ready to go again but a hard pull of his hair yanks him up and away from her.

Jimin’s not even looking at him, despite the firm hold on his mop of hair. It’s painful so he doesn’t move an inch, simply watching, waiting for what’s to unfold, secretly hoping that more will be allowed for him to do in a moment if he shows himself patient enough.

Jimin, still ignoring Taehyung, is staring at his girlfriend's face, his full lips stretched into an amused grin, “I don’t remember the last time you’ve come that fast. Was Taehyung that good or were you just that excited?”

“Both.” She whispers, fighting off a smile that threatens to breakthrough. That’s funny how intimidated she still seems to feel, avoiding, for the most part, to hold his gaze for too long, speaking hardly above a whisper for only Jimin to be blessed with her thoughts. Yet, she still is spread open for him, some of her cum still glistening on his chin.

Jimin turns to look at his best friend after having placed a tender peck on her warm cheek, and he smiles fondly. The hand stuck in Taehyung's hair smooths its grip, sliding down along the back of his head, to slip under the hair so the short nails of his fingers can scratch his scalp gently.

“Thanks, Tae. You did well.” He's petting his head like he would a good dog before he lets him go, leaning back against the headboard. “Come here.”

In a swift motion, she's up and away from Taehyung, sitting comfortably on her boyfriend's lap, taking the seat so naturally like it's undeniably her own.

Taehyung, sat on his knees, is watching, probably like a creep, with great interest. He swipes his hair back from his sweaty forehead. Is it over now? Are they expecting him to leave? They're so lost into each other, obnoxious make out noises interrupted here and there by strained moans. Perhaps he should leave. He can't really move though, and his eyes can't stop staring at the dimples of her lower back that wink at him each time Jimin's wandering hands rise her tee-shirt high enough.

“Um?” Jimin's looking at her with raised eyebrows, his palms now holding her cheeks. She leans in to whisper something in his ear. “Of course, I will.” He answers, a kiss on her jaw. She mutters something else only for him to hear. “I don't know. Ask him.”

She turns around, showing off her pretty eyes and soft cheeks which crimson has still hasn't faded out. The duality of her is making him dizzy. She looks so innocent yet sexier than anyone has ever had.

Tender kisses pressed to the side of her neck encourage her and finally, with a trembling voice, she addresses him, “Are you going to stay?” He bites back a smile.

“Do you want me to?” She nods. The grin is harder to conceal. He tries to nuance it by licking his lips, face lowering down for a second. “Then, I'll stay.”

They fit so well together. Not in a strictly practical way, it’s something more subtle. It’s in their movements. How they move along, at the same rhythm, in the same direction, both following and guiding each other. It's like their bodies are so familiar to each other, nothing is lagging, or not completely natural.

Her legs, tied by the ankles behind his back, are holding him tight against her since the moment he slipped in. Jimin slowly thrusts forward -he needs to go slow as she doesn’t handle over sensitivity very well, as he explained so himself-, a tiny whiny moan and a severe groan, and Taehyung, who’s just witnessing the scene, sitting quietly on the bed next to them, feels himself growing a fever.

“Do you like having Tae watching you ?” At the mention of his name, Taehyung's whole stature straightens up like a meerkat. Jimin is gauging his friend's reaction, the most teasing smirk brightening his face under a new sinful light. Taehyung takes it as an invitation to get closer, lying right beside her, lain on her back. Head held by his hand to see her better and take in all the delicious expressions her pretty face makes.

“Yes.” She mewls, eyes shutting close at a particularly deep thrust.

“I love watching you, ___.” His deep voice mumbles to her ear. He’s pleased to see her visibly shiver. “You look so hot getting fucked...”

“Thank you.” Both men burst out laughing while she remains there, too fucked out to be dying of embarrassment.

“You’re so cute.” Taehyung keeps on going. He finally feels like the wall between them is gone for good. The way she throws him little glances, every now and then, with sugary smiles. “So beautiful.” He adds, his big charming eyes glued to hers. She blushes to the tip of her ears. Jimin, face buried in her neck, is groaning and whispering his own collection of praises; telling her how heavenly she feels, how good she is to him, and how beautiful indeed she looks lying there taking him in so nicely.

She’s bathing in, visibly loving his words as much as his ministrations and Taehyung is so amused to acknowledge that the alleged praise kink he thought to be a unique quirk of Jimin's, is apparently shared by her. At some point, the words and the soft kisses are too much and Taehyung sees how her hands clench harder on her boyfriend's back not from his thrusts but from his compliments and he’s living it up, relishing it.

“Stop clenching so hard you go- gonna make me-“ He’s cut himself off with the weakest whine Taehyung’s ever heard from him -and God knows this guy is a full-time professional whiner.

He hasn’t come yet, neither has she, but they’re right at the edge. So close that Jimin can simply not keep his pace soft and lenient anymore. He’s pounding hard and fast, smacking his hips loudly against hers and fuck, if this is not the hottest thing Taehyung has ever witnessed. He’s sweating bullets.

“Jimin I’m gonna-“

“Yeah? I’ve got you, baby, come for me. Show Tae how pretty you look when you come.”

And that’s exactly what she does. Looking at their voyeur, her pretty eyes begging for him to watch her, she comes right around her lover's cock, in a mess of indecipherable moans. Jimin follows suit, almost instantly, squeezing her ass in his hands, messily hitting his hips a couple of definitive times.

Taehyung felt weird engaging any skinship with his friend whilst he was in the middle of his coit but when his face is laid down, half of it all scrunched up because of his chubby cheek being pressed so hard against her chest, with his peaceful, totally content expression and rosy cheeks, Taehyung can’t help but reach out a hand and tease under his chin with caresses from the tip of his fingers.

“You did well, Minnie.” He mocks to which Jimin, with difficulty, raises a hand to pinch his mate's nipple. And they start bickering. Jimin’s butt naked, Taehyung still turned on beyond belief lain beside his best friend's half-naked girl, and they fight -sort of, Jimin’s only committed one arm to the fight, and Taehyung's attacks are pretty tame by fear of disturbing her- but they do, like little kids, like they always do, until a feminine voice, strained by nervousness and something else, probably envy, brings them to a halt.

“Taehyung is still hard, Jimin.” She didn’t whisper this time. Her voice is still pretty low and soft, but the calm that comes after a crazily heavy orgasm like the two she’s experienced so far is responsible more than remaining intimidation. Nonetheless, she’s loud enough for Taehyung to hear, and he can tell she wants him to hear.

“Uh-uh,” Jimin says, returning to his position, cuddled up and nuzzling against her breast. Looking at her curiously from under, he continues. “So what? Do you wanna do something about it?” She nods, turning her lip white from how hard she bites on it. “You think you can take his cock too?” She nods again with an evident enthusiasm but Jimin only chuckles. “Baby, I think you’re getting a bit over your head. You could hardly have me.”

“But-“

“Yeah...” Taehyung starts, voice hoarse from the crazy ride his mind just has taken him during the past few seconds. He is going against what his whole being is desperately craving as he says what he believes is the right thing to add. “Don’t worry about me.”

“But-“

“___, do I need to remind you of the whole Valentine’s Day debacle? Or you want me to tell it to Tae?” Silence. “You’re not taking his dick tonight, it won’t feel good.” The Busan dialect is back. Taehyung wants to laugh at how much like a dad he sounds more than a boyfriend. Picking a look at her, he realizes she matches with her pouty lips and drawn eyebrows, alike a bratty little girl.

“Do you still wanna help me come?” She’s observing him carefully with wide earnest eyes. “I wouldn’t mind having your hand...” He’s being awfully modest. Too modest. But when he sees her eyes shine and how fast she is to dismiss Jimin’s hold on her so she can face him more comfortably, her hand already reaching for his pants, he wishes he’s asked for more -like her lovely mouth for example- she looks like she would have given him anything he dared to ask right now.

It’s been months since he thought to his very frustrated self that jerking off couldn’t do it anymore for him. Too much time on his own hands, not enough extra attention from someone else, it just left him with virtual semi-blue balls each time.

But here she is, seemingly pressing buttons he didn’t know he had, provoking shock waves to shake him while leaving his vision completely white for few seconds at a time, and he doesn’t understand how one could master in a fucking discipline such as handjobs; and what the hell is she doing that feels so much better than when he does it; and how the hell is he supposed to hold himself back long enough to actually enjoy it when it feels that wonderful.

“Fuck-“ He growls out loud because now Jimin’s at it too. He can feel her breath hitting gently his cheek on one side and the kisses left by the plump wet lips of his friend on the other side.

He blinks furiously, wondering why the world seems so blurry and shaky and if he’s not really going to lose his mind this time. He always thought he was made to do so at some point, lose it somewhere, during one of his explorations into those too beautifully eerie places he likes to visit, since his head is so airy. But he never thought he would because of a handjob from his best friend's girl and said best friend's fucking sloppy neck kisses.

When he hears him curse so heartily, Jimin raises his head up to take a look at him, beyond amused. For a second too long, they stare at each other and their mouths, pondering until in sync, they scrunch their noses, shaking their heads, “Yeah maybe not.”

“Definitely no. But uh- feels nice on my neck.”

Laughing too loudly, Jimin complies, encouraged by the hand petting the back of his hair. And then she is playing with his slit, teasing harshly he can barely take it, and she softens her second hand around his balls and a new white flash lasts longer than the other ones.

“Fuck I’m close, just- please ah- squeeze har-“ She’s already on it. “Ah yes and f-faster-“ Again so diligently she meets his needs and in a couple of more strokes, he finally comes, harder than he can remember ever coming.

Maybe he’s a bit over the top, overreacting for a simple handjob but he’s been so hard for the past hour and they’re so nice and gentle with him, her nicely accompanying his dick softening, him pecking at his ear with sweet words only Jimin knows how to use.

It feels so nice.

Nicer than everything else has ever felt.

When his heart finally calms down, and his mind is back from the outer world, he acknowledges how weird it is that they still lie so comfortably in bed but more importantly, he is the one in between the couple; how this is a unique thing that won’t happen again and the wants and urges he’s mind is currently getting clogged up with won’t happen ever.

“So now will we be hanging out all together?” Jimin asks suddenly. His tone is all cheery and jumpy, his mission's been cleared he thinks and he can already picture the three of them.

“Honestly, I think I won’t be able to look at any of you in the eyes for some times.” Taehyung answers, half chuckling.

Especially Jimin. Especially after the thoughts that crossed his mind because of this damn mouth, thoughts he really needs to annihilate forever.

“You already regret it?” She is quick to ask.

“No I- I mean it was really fun.”

“Yeah, I thought so too...”

Taehyung turns his head to his right, looking at the blushy cheeks and timid but playful smile. And there’s something there that they share. He’s not sure what the fuck this whole night was about. He’s sure he’ll wonder for a long fucking time. But maybe, eventually, they’ll sort it out and who knows maybe... wish and try for more.

Maybe not. At least he’s sure they shared something special, and that new bonding won’t fade.

“So... what’s the Valentine's debacle ?”

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starsforjungwoo · 6 years ago

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Anytime | n.yt

PAIRING: Yuta x Reader, Yuta’s POV

GENRE: angst, fluff

WORD COUNT: 1.9k words

SUMMARY: Yuta was ready to die anytime, until she came along.

WARNINGS: depression, slight mention of death/suicide?

Why was I put on this disgusting planet? That was the question I asked myself everyday. Why am I forced to live a life I don’t want to live? I was forced to go to school and treat everybody with kindness. I was forced to do work I didn’t want to do just so I can have a decent job. To make money to support myself. I could never go through with killing myself, but I was ready to die anytime.

I left my home everyday with a fake smile on my face. The smile my mom told me I need to show. I was nice to everyone, I was never an asshole, but I still got treated like shit. This is the world we live in. I open the door and let someone go through, “I could do it myself, dumbass.” is all they can mutter. Just a simple thank you would have been appreciated.

My fake smile has been apart of me since I was even able to smile. I don’t even know what my real smile looks like. I don’t know what happiness feels like. I don’t know what being loved feels like. My mom always told me I was the light of her life, but she only said it when she needed something from me. I still smiled at her, though. Just like she trained me to do.

Maybe something was just wrong with me. Maybe I have this aura that makes people automatically hate me. It still doesn’t make sense. I’ve never had friends, never a girlfriend. I couldn’t even have a good conversation with anyone I met. I was lonely. It says online to go talk to someone, but I have no one to talk to. It doesn’t make sense. I spend my nights with tears in my eyes. There’s aching in my heart from a loss of touch. My biggest wish is to be with someone. Someone that will never treat me like shit. Someone that can make me smile for the first time ever. Someone that can make me happy. Someone that will love me.

One day I was walking home from work. I was ready to eat in silence like I do everyday. A guy walked past me, hitting his shoulder against mine on purpose. “Watch where you’re going.” I just nodded and turned back. I’m used to it.

“That was very rude of you. You bumped into him and I demand you apologize.” I turned around, thinking the soft voice was speaking to me. A girl was standing in front of the man that hit me, her arms were crossed. The older man didn’t say anything. “I’m talking to you.” she had such a soft appearance, but she was trying to seem tough because of the large guy in front of her. He waved her off and walked away. “I’m sorry. People can be such assholes, huh?” she stood in front of me and stuck her hand out. “I’m y/n.”

“Yuta.” I put my hand in hers and shook it. Electricity surged through my body. What was this feeling? I felt my face become hot. Her skin was so smooth. She had a smile on her face as she looked at me with my hand in hers.

Even I smiled, and I didn’t force it onto my face. I smiled a real smile for the first time ever.

“Would you like to get some food? I know a good burger place down the street.” She pointed behind her. She looked down at our hands and released hers. She mumbled a quick sorry and a light shade of pink spread across her cheeks. “I would love to.” Did I really just say the word love? She turned around and started to walk. I followed behind her.

We sat at a small booth across from each other. I’m not going to be eating alone for once.

“You don’t talk much. Tell me about yourself!” she smiled, the deep dimples on her cheeks made me feel so warm.

“I just don’t have anything to talk about. I live a boring life.” I told her quietly. She frowned.

“I used to have a boring life too. I had no friends and people tried to ruin me, but I found joy in all the small things.” she had a straight face. Could she have been like me? Someone with no will to live?

“Yeah, people always treat me like shit.” We were having such a depressing conversation. I felt bad for taking the precious smile off her face.

“That’s how it is in life. The most amazing people, the sweetest people, they’re the ones that get shit on. My whole life, I smiled at everyone, tried to help everybody, and I never got anything in return. It sucks, but that’s just society. You have to be an asshole, but I don’t want to be an asshole. I feel like that’s something you’ve probably needed to hear, even if I don’t know you well.” she had a look of sincerity in her eyes, and my heart fluttered once again. I gathered my voice to speak. “No one has ever understood me, but here you are.” I smiled. “I have gotten used to never getting anything in return. It just hurts sometimes knowing that I still get nothing even when doing my best. I don’t even know what makes me happy.” is all I muttered. She was quiet for a moment.

“Let’s find your happiness then.” The familiar smile spread across her face and she stood up. “Let’s not eat burgers, that’s boring.” I stood up after and we left the burger place. I followed next to her. “Do you have any hobbies? Anything you like to do?” I thought for a moment. All I do is work, sit alone on my couch, and sleep. I shook my head and looked down to her. “Then i’ll introduce you to the things I found my happiness in.” she practically started running, and I had to jog to keep up with her.

She stopped suddenly. I furrowed my eyebrows, I was a bit confused at her sudden stop. “There is so many things that can make you happy. There’s sports, animals, games, arts, books, people! My biggest happiness is a stuffed animal!” she giggled, her laugh was beautiful.

She started to run again. “My brother loves soccer, let’s show you that first.” We ran forever. We finally arrived at a home. “Wait here.” she ran inside and came back out with a soccer ball. “Let’s go!” I just wanted to lay down. I’ve never ran this much in my life. Then we arrived at a park.

I didn’t want to tell her that I don’t think i’ll find joy in kicking a ball around, but she looked so determined. She walked away from me and this time, I didn’t follow her. She kicked the ball towards me and I kicked it back. We continued kicking it back and forth for a while. I felt myself smiling. I was actually having fun. I looked at her face that was being lightened up by the street light, she had a smile on her face. She was so pure.

“I’m tired!” she screamed. I was kind of sad to stop, but I was tired too from the amount of physical activity. She walked towards me. “I saw you smile. Did I succeed in finding your first hobby?” a smile pushed itself into my face once again. “You did.”

I met with her the next day after work. She gave me the address to her home. She waited for me outside. “Hello, Yuta!” I don’t think I can ever get over her voice. We walked somewhere that remained a mystery. She told me this was her hobby. The 2nd thing she loved most, right after her beloved stuffed animal. We got to a tall studio and I followed her into the elevator that went up. We made it into an empty room.

“I love to dance.”

And she taught me how to dance, I loved it more than kicking the soccer ball yesterday. Maybe seeing her look so happy dancing made me love it even more. She was a beautiful dancer. Her moves were so graceful yet sharp, she really looked amazing while she moved perfectly with the music.

We saw each other everyday. She introduced me to singing, comics, animations, she even showed me new foods. She introduced me to her best friend, Sicheng. She watched her favorite movies with me, she gave me her favorite books so I could read them, and she made me listen to the songs she loved. She introduced me to her family that she loved dearly. She took me to places in the city. The parks she loved, places with a good view, and in the outskirts where you can see the stars clearly.

I found happiness in all of the things she showed me. But the thing that made me the happiest was her.

I was in love with her. She gave me my first real smile, my first real laugh. The way she was so genuine. How she put butterflies into my stomach and tried so hard just to put a smile on my face. She wanted me to try so many things. She even did things she hated, like going on rollercoasters, just to see if I would like them.

We were sitting at a bench in the park when she was gobbling down a chocolate bar. “Hey, y/n? Can I tell you something?” she turned around with her cheeks puffed up due to all of the chocolate. I let out a small chuckle. She nodded her head as she tried to push the chocolate down to her stomach.

“The first time I ever smiled was the day we met. Every single smile before that had been fake, ever since birth. Ever since I met you, I’ve had no need to fake one.” she took my hand. She looked like she had trouble finding words, it looked like she was going to cry.

��All my days were the same. I laid around and did nothing. I had nothing to look forward to. I was used to people treating me like shit and never did anything about it. You introduced me to everything I love. You’ve given me happiness. And, it’s not just the things you introduced me to. You were the reason. You are the person that makes me the happiest person in the universe. I’ve fallen in love with you, when I never thought I was capable of loving. And you make me feel loved.”

Tears fell down her cheeks. She leaned forward and kissed me. This? This was love.

“I love you so much.” I told her. She had to hear it. She deserved the whole entire world. There had been no hope for me before she came along. I kissed her again. My whole body felt fuzzy and weak.

The things she loved so much became the things we loved so much.

Her family took me in. They treated me with adoration unlike my own. Sicheng became my best friend too. We had fun making him third wheel with us on our dates. We traveled a lot too. She took me to more beautiful places, but even while being in the most beautiful places in the world, my eyes stayed on her.

I was ready to die anytime.

But then I met a special woman.

For the first time, I was afraid of death.

She made me want to go on living.

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treadmilltreats · 7 months ago

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Don't settle

I can't understand why we settle. We settle for a job we don't like, and we settle for things in our lives. We settle for people we keep in our lives, and we definitely settle for relationships.

You can't find a job, so you settle for the first one. Even though you hate it and it makes you miserable. I had a friend who would say every morning I am going to Hell. For 10 years, she went to a place that she described as hell. Why? There are plenty of jobs out there, but she settled.

People settle in relationships all the time. I can't get why some people don't want to be alone so badly that they will settle on the first person that comes along. They are afraid they won't find someone else. So they settle for a good for nothing putz. But hey, they got a man, right?

I have friends who are beautiful, smart, kind, and funny, settling for dirt bags, with no jobs. Men who are living off of them, while they are at work. These guys are sitting in their homes, eating their food, and doing nothing to help out. Are you kidding me? I'd rather be alone.

Or the woman who lets that lying, cheating man back over and over, believing he will change. And getting hurt every time. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting different results.

Do you not have a mirror? Do you not see your value like I do? Do you not see this incredible woman you are? So why are you settling?

The same goes for men. Yes, I know good-looking, rich, smart men who stay in a relationship where they are miserable, mistreated, and belittled. Again, why?

Why do they insist on going back when they know nothing changes when nothing changes?

They have so much love to give. They are great dad's, great son's, and terrific friends. Why do they not know their own self-worth?

You need to wake up and see what we see, you need to know it's okay to be alone than to be in a relationship that you're dying in, trust me happiness is so much better.

Yes, it's scary out there. Dating sucks. Some nights are lonely, but the peace you feel inside is worth it all. If you truly have the one for you, it will be a fifty fifty relationship. You will not be put down, taken advantage of, lied to, or cheated on. They will build you up and tell you you can do anything. They will be your biggest cheerleader. They will be there for you to tell your secrets to, to depend on, and you will feel loved. If they are not doing this, then they are not the one,so move on, get out, and start over! It took me years of dating putz's to realize how a real man should treat me, and I will never settle again.

For most of us, this is the second part of our lives. Most of us have lost loved ones. I know that I have lost too many, and it makes it very real. This time, we have is precious and way too short to be unhappy. It could be over tomorrow, and here you spent the last year,10 years, or 20 years being unhappy. Really? Is that the life you want?

Not me! I want to live each day like it's my last. I want this peace and joy I feel at this moment to last a lifetime. If I get to share this with a wonderful man that would be incredible, but I refuse to settle, and I don't care if that means that I will be alone for the rest of my life.

That's a bold statement, you're thinking. Yes, it is.

I've walked away from a job just as quickly because if you felt the peace and joy I feel and then have it taken away like I have recently, you would realize that you will do anything to get it back!

So today, my friends, I am here to tell you that I will not be settling and neither should you. Just look in the mirror and see what I see. You need to know your worth and expect nothing less than you deserve. Life is too short!

Fill your life with people you love and who love you. Improve yourself. Find a job you love. Find interests and hobbies, volunteer, exercise, or find new friends but fill it with things that make you happy!

Always remember to never settle, take the steps to be happy with yourself, and like I say at the end of every blog….

“Be the change you want to see”

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libralita · 6 years ago

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Where is She? Part 4

First, I would like to thank @mrs-han for helping me figure out how to get a beach episode how to start off this part of the fic. Just a warning…this one is really long. Also there are some spoilers for How to Train Your Dragon 2. Yes, really. Don’t worry, it’ll make sense.

Joyce was on her break from dance class, she was taking a long drink from her water when her phone rang. “Hello?” She asked, a little winded.

“Is this a bad time?”

Joyce blushed when she heard Jumin voice, “no, no! I’m just on my break from class. Had a good workout! What’s up, Jumin?”

There was a pause. “The ceiling?” Joyce nearly snorted water out her nose. “There’s also a lovely chandelier. Joyce, are you interested in architecture?”

Joyce took a moment to laugh, “Let me rephrase that: Jumin, why have you called me?”

Jumin chuckled at the other end, “Ah, I see I’m not hip with the kids.” Joyce bit her lip to keep from laughing. “What I am calling about, is that that I was thinking about how I should repay your kindness for inviting me to dinner.”

“Oh, you don’t need to do that, Jumin!”

“I insist.” Jumin said, “I was thinking about going to my private island for the a few days. Would you and your friends care to join me?”

“Your private island?”

“Yes. Don’t worry about bringing anything. Everything will be provided.” Jumin said.

“I um…Jumin, I took you out to Olive Garden and you want to take use to your private island.”

There was a pause. “The breadsticks were very good.”

Joyce laughed at his joke. It was slightly in bewilderment as to how she came to be asked by a billionaire to come to his private island. “I’ll talk to Beth and Kaya about it.”

“I am very glad to hear that. I will send you the details.”

“Thank you so much, Jumin.” Joyce said.

“No, thank you, Joyce.”

“Are you certain we aren’t being punked? I’m going to throw off my schedule so much if this was all a waste of time.” Kaya asked, as the three girls walked to the docks.

“Certain.” Joyce said, taking their digital tickets up to the booth.

“Be a little more excited Kaya! We’re going to a private island.”

“And what happens if we’re kidnapped and never heard from again?” Kaya asked, crossing her arms. “I didn’t work my butt off to get into law school for nothing.”

Beth shook her head, “The only thing I’m worried about is getting a sunburn!”

“At least I won’t have to worry about that.” Kaya said, having much darker skin than both Joyce and especially Beth.

“So you have nothing to worry about.” Beth said, sticking her tongue out.

A man went up to the group. “Mr. Han is already on the island, please follow me to your boat.”

Beth gave Kaya a told-you-so look as several men came to get their luggage. It was a short ride there. Joyce snapped a photo with her father’s camera of Beth pretending to throw Kaya’s phone in the ocean when she saw the island come into view. “There it is!”

It was a small island with plenty of trees and a large cabin in the distance. It looked absolutely beautiful with flora and fauna everywhere.

All three girls ran up to get a better look, once they game in closer they could see Jumin standing on the dock. He stood with someone else holding drinks for them and even Elizabeth III was there to great them! “Jumin!” Beth called, waving.

Joyce snapped a picture of it and then went down with the rest of the girls. She was about to grab her bags but the crew members insisted on taking them.

“I did not know you took photographs.” Jumin said to Joyce, offering her a colorful drink. He had a weird expression on his face. He kept looking down at her camera.

“Just a hobby. My dad was really into cameras and so I just picked it up for him. I wanted to bring back memories of this!” She said taking her drink. “It’s beautiful.”

“Hello, Elizabeth!” Beth said, coming up to the cat who rubbed against her. “Are you on vacation as well?”

“Meow~”

Joyce smiled and then looked to Jumin, “You haven’t really gotten to know her but this our friend Kaya.”

“A pleasure.” Jumin said, shaking Kaya’s hand.

“The pleasure is all mine.” Kaya said, “I’ve read so much about C&R! I wanted to ask—”

“Is that another ship?” Beth interrupted pointing into the distance to another ship that looked like it was coming their way.

“I don’t remember another ship schedule to come at this hour.” Jumin said, shielding his eyes and squinting to get a better look.

Joyce took her camera and zoomed in on the ship as much as she could. “It looks like another one of your ships.” She said, offering him the camera.

Jumin hesitantly took it and then looked through it. “It is…I think I can see some of the people on the—No.”

“What’s wrong?” Beth asked, concerned.

“They didn’t…” Jumin said, giving back Joyce’s camera, handing off his drink to Beth, and going up further on the dock.

“Jumin!” A redhead man with yellow glasses called. “We heard you were having a harem on your island! So we decided to join you.”

“A harem?” Kaya asked, indigent. Jumin was barely in control of his emotions as he saw most of the members of RFA on the ship. With the exception of V, they were all there. Even Jaehee who was in more casual clothing. Which was weird to see.

“Yeah, there’s you three and of course, my precious Elly!” Seven said, going up to the cat but Jumin stopped him.

“I don’t think so.” Jumin said. “What are you doing here?”

“We just came for some fun in the sun.” Seven said shrugging. “Jaehee said you were going on a vacation. Which was weird. Did a little snooping and found out you were going on an island with Elly’s savior and company.”

“So we decided to come.” Zen interrupted. “You shouldn’t bring three young women to an island by themselves. All men are wolves!”

“Wolves?” The three women asked.

“Is that Zen?” Joyce asked to Beth and that got Jumin’s attention.

“You know him?” Jumin asked.

Zen smiled and went up to them. “Of course they know me. I am becoming famous.”

Jumin felt his chest tighten and it was like he was being sucked up into a tornado and no one around seemed to care. He did not understand any of these emotions he was feeling but they needed to stop—

“I just know you because you were in a show another dancer from our studio.” Joyce said, sounding slightly uncomfortable and quickly looked to Beth. “Remember what Ellis said?”

“Oh yeah, you were the guy who sneezed any time he brought up cats—”

“Meow!”

“Gahhh!” Zen said, moving away and nearly falling into the water. He started sneezing and quickly ran off the deck and onto the island to get away from Elizabeth III. Jumin finally felt calmer knowing that was how Joyce knew Zen. He didn’t understand why.

“This is a disaster…” Jumin said, running his fingers through his hair. “You all need to leave.”

“Oh, c’mon, Jumin.” Yoosung said, waving at the girls awkwardly. “It could be really fun!”

“Clearly you have quite the colorful cast of friends.” Kaya snorted. “I don’t really care if they stay.”

“See, they don’t care!” Yosung said, “Can I try one of those drinks?”

“Are you old enough to drink?” Kaya asked.

This made Yoosung pout at that. Jumin snorted shaking his head. “Fine, just please don’t make a mess of everything. And Seven you’re not allowed to touch Elizabeth.”

“Whatever!” Seven said going onto the island with Yoosung and Jaehee.

Joyce giggled softly which got Jumin’s attention. “You’re like their dad.”

Jumin raised his eyebrow. “I did a poor job of raising those miscreants then.”

“Don’t worry Jumin, it’ll still be a fun weekend!” Beth said, offering his drink back to him.

“If only I could have your optimism, Beth.” Jumin said, taking a sip. “Let’s go make sure they haven’t destroyed anything.”

There were limited amount of rooms in the cabin. Jumin attempted to make an excuse for the RFA to go home but they had decided that Joyce, Jaehee, Beth, and Kaya would share one of the larger rooms. Then Yoosung and Zen would share a room. Seven and Jumin got their own rooms because Jumin would not allow that cat abuser to share a room with Elizabeth III.

“How long are you planning on staying?” Jaehee asked Beth who had the most suitcases of everyone.

“Four days. Why?”

Jaehee looked at the bags, “then what’s in all of these?00”

“Clothes!” Beth said, “for every occasion. You can never be too prepared when it comes to fashion. Joy, can I use some of your closet space?”

“Sure.” Joyce said, having brought just as little as Jaehee. Jaehee was a tad wary of these three women. She was more trusting of them since Mr. Han had trust them but you could never be too careful.

“Let’s go down to the beach!” Beth said, pulling out one of many swim suits.

“I’m down.” Kaya said.

Joyce looked at Jaehee, “do you want to come with us?”

“I suppose.” She said, packing up her things neatly.

They ladies changed into their swimwear, Jaehee started blushing when Beth came out in a small black bikini. “I’m going to go tell the guys we’re going out to the beach.”

Before Jaehee could ask if that was wise, Beth was already out the door.

“Can’t you just ship that cat back to the mainland?!”

“And leave her with who? Jaehee is here!”

“Get a babysitter!”

Beth walked into Zen and Jumin arguing while Seven and Yoosung were on the couch. Yoosung was playing some game that she was sure Joyce’s cousin was into. “Guys!” She called and got their attention. “We’re going to the beach, if you want to come.”

Beth giggled slightly when the entire room went silent and all the guys were staring at her. Yoosung and Zen had gone completely red. Seven was also blushing and his eyebrows were way up when he asked, “could I borrow that?”

“Borrow what?”

“That outfit.”

Beth blinked, “Um…?”

“No.” Jumin said to Seven and then cleared his throat. “I will be joining you ladies after I change.”

“Y-Yeah!” Yoosung’s voice cracked. “Same here!” He quickly ran past Beth and up the stairs and nearly screamed when he almost ran into Kaya. Who was in an equally revealing bikini but…she was more…developed.

“You guys are so mean.” Joyce said coming down the stairs in a blue one piece bathing suit but was covered up with a skirt and a towel covering her upper half. “We’ll be outside, come and join if you want.”

“I’m going to throw your lap top and phone into the ocean if you guys don’t put them away.” Beth threatened to Jaehee and Kaya.

“I’m working.” They both said.

“It’s a vacation.”

“I doubt Mr. Han will think that for me, seeing how I came unexpectedly.” Jaehee said, continuing to type. “I’m just here to make sure the company doesn’t have any more scandals.”

“And why would there be scandals?” Kaya asked smirking.

Jaehee rolled her eyes as the boys came out of the cabin. “Hot sand!” Yoosung complained running over and onto the girls’ towel.

“You should have worn shoes.” Joyce said, offering him a water from the cooler.

“Thank you.” He said, not able to look in Kaya and Beth’s direction.

Zen came over, “it’s sad that this is a private island, I am depriving the world of seeing my beautiful body.”

Joyce blushed herself at that. She was so surprised at how…blatant Zen was. “Have you considered my offer?” Jumin asked coming up and taking a water from the cooler. “About doing the ad for—”

“Don’t even say it.” Zen said, glaring at Jumin and scrunching his nose.

“It’s a good opportunity.” Jumin pointed out.

“What is it?” Beth asked.

“A commercial for cat food.” Jumin said and Zen sneezed.

“I said, don’t, you jerk!”

“I don’t think Zen would be able to do that type of commercial.” Joyce said, quietly.

Zen nodded, “Joyce gets it!”

“You are being unprofessional.” Jumin said, coldly.

“I can’t help it if I’m allergic.”

“You shouldn’t allow that to get in the way of working.”

Zen turned red and got into Jumin’s face. “What would you know about working?! You wouldn’t be anywhere without your father or Jaehee! You work her to bone. She’s on vacation and she’s still working!”

“I did not invite her onto this vacation so she should be working.” Jumin said.

Zen threw his hands up in the air, “you’re nothing but an emotionless robo—”

“Enough!” Beth had stood up and got in between both of them to push them apart. “Zen.” She said looking up at him. “You are acting way out of line!”

Jumin looked surprised at how angry Beth was sounding as she jabbed her finger against his chest. Zen looked even more bewildered. “I…”

“Let’s all just calm down.” Kaya said, sitting up. “This is suppose to be a fun time, remember.”

“Yes, Jumin is being a bit insensitive but you need to stop acting like a massive jerk.”

Zen looked seriously wounded at Beth words and that’s not what Beth really wanted. She just wanted him to stop throwing out insults to Jumin. She huffed and stormed off back to the cabin. Kaya got up and followed her.

Joyce looked around and saw that Jumin also thought it wise to remove himself from the situation. She suppose she’d go look for him.

Joyce found Jumin sitting alone on one of the house’s decks. It was round and had railing it. It reminded Joyce of a gazebo. He was sitting and drinking wine.

“Jumin?”

“Ah, Joyce, shouldn’t you be enjoying the beach?” Jumin asked, taking another sip of wine.

Joyce hesitantly went up to him. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I am perfectly fine.” Jumin said, swirling around what was left in his glass. “Nothing Zen says ever gets to me.”

“It was still a little cruel.” Joyce said softly, going to lean against the railing. Jumin just shrugged, looking out to the sea. Joyce didn’t know what to say. She could tell something was on his mind. He seemed so alone. She absently started humming, trying to think of what to say.

“What is that song?”

“Hmm?”

“That song you’re humming.” Jumin said, looking at her. “It’s nice.”

Joyce blushed a little and shrugged. “Oh, just a song from a movie. I really liked the song and dance that went along with it. I…um…learned the dance.”

“Can I hear it?” Jumin asked and she knew he wasn’t teasing. He genuinely wanted to know.

“Sure.” She went to get her phone to look it up on YouTube.

“Why not sing it if you know it?”

Joyce blushed, “Oh, no! I’m a terrible singer and I don’t do it justice.” She said, moving next to him and showing him his screen.

“How to Train Your Dragon 2?” Jumin asked, noticing the title.

Joyce giggled. “Yeah. The song is actually called ‘For the Dancing and the Dreaming’.”

Jumin nodded and then listened intently to the song. It was a marriage proposal, the man promising that he would do anything for the woman. He laughed at the interruption but was a little confused. His heart started to melt when the woman came in and said she didn’t need any of his promises. Only his heart.

Jumin smile grew when the song became more upbeat and he found himself tapping his foot. “It’s a wonderful song. And there’s a dance?”

“Yeah, it’s from the movie but I made up some of the bits because it didn’t show everything.” She said, glancing down at her phone and then back him. “Want me to teach you?”

Jumin tilted his head, “teach me the dance?”

“Yeah, we’re not doing anything else.”

Jumin wasn’t sure if it were the wine but nodded and stood up. He folded the chair up to give them space. She slowly went over the steps with him. Despite having a bit of alcohol in him, he was still Jumin Han, and picked up quickly. It was a little hard when they went faster but he found himself enjoying it.

“Ready to go with the music?”

“Yes.” (Here is the video they’re watching and the scene from the movie if you want to see the dance)

Joyce smiled and played it again. They listened throw the instrumental and whistling. Joyce gently took Jumin’s hand and he felt his heart speed up. They were both blushing.

“I'll swim and sail on savage seas With never a fear of drowning And gladly ride the waves of life If you would marry me No scorching sun nor freezing cold Will stop me (on my journey, sorry!)”

Joyce and Jumin both snorted at the interruption. “Get ready.” She whispered to him. Jumin looked into her eyes and nodded.

“If you will promise me your heart

And love And love me for eternity My dearest one, my darling dear Your mighty words astound me But I've no need for mighty deeds When I feel your arms around me”

Joyce and Jumin began dancing, the put their arms together and walked around each other. The song starting to pick up speed.

“But I would bring you rings of gold I'd even sing you poetry (oh, would you?) And I would keep you from all harm If you would stay beside me

I have no use for rings of gold I care not for your poetry I only want your hand to hold

I only want you near me”

By this point Jumin and Joyce were dancing and grinning at each other. Jumin attempted to spin Joyce around but there just wasn’t room on the deck. Joyce move and took his hand and then ran down the deck’s steps.

Jumin laughed as they ran into the sand. It was too far to hear the music, so in a moment of boldness Joyce began to sing the rest of the words as they continued to dance. “…I'd gladly ride the waves so white and you will mar—Eeep!” Joyce was cut off when she took a wrong step was starting to fall into the sand.

She felt Jumin’s arms wrap around her and he broke his fall. Joyce squealed as they both landed in the sand. “Are you okay?!” She asked, starting to laugh.

“Fine!” He said out of breath. “You were wrong, you are a beautiful singer!”

Joyce laughed hard and this made Jumin laugh with her. They were tangled up in the sand, laughing when something white scampered over to them.

“Meow!”

Jumin and Joyce sat out on the beach together, watching the last bit of sun setting. Elizabeth III was contently sitting at their feet. “Do you still not want to talk about what’s bothering you?”

“My father is remarrying.” Jumin said, not looking at Joyce.

“Oh?”

“I do not trust her. I think she is trying to take advantage of my father’s blindness for women. What’s worse is he wants me to get married to her student.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, Jumin.” Joyce said, and then asked. “Is that why you wanted to take this trip.”

“No. I wanted to repay you for your kindness.” Jumin said, quickly and then after a moment. “I may have wanted to get back at my father.”

Joyce nodded, “Do you know what you’ll do?”

“I am not getting married. I am worried as to what this will do to the company.” He sighed. She was quiet for a moment and then Joyce gently took his hand. It was different then holding hands when they were dancing. They stayed quiet for a while, the only sound was the waves crashing. “We should get back.” Jumin said, once the sun was down.

TBC

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fandomoniumflurry · 6 years ago

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Hey, Baby Girl

Dean Winchester, Daughter!OFC Elena Marie, past Dean x Jo

for @spnfluffbingo2019 Square Filled: Family AU

warnings: Mention of death, some angst, fluffy daddy!dean, tears, grief, anger, fluff, Chestervelle **not my gifs**

2.3k words

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“El! I swear this is your last warning or I’m leaving your scrawny ass behind!” I heard my dad yell again from the base of the stairs. I had been dressed and ready to go for about a half hour already. I couldn’t sleep last night so I had been up for a while. I had no excuse for not leaving my room but I just couldn’t will myself to get up from my desk.

Thankfully, he hadn’t come up to fetch me yet so that gave me some time to myself. We weren’t running late for anything, didn’t have any place we had to be. Dad was just impatient. He’s one of those types, ‘if you’re on time, you’re late’ kind of people. Fortunately for me, he wasn’t a morning person on top of that. No, that was mom, the woman that was the inventor of fashionably late.

She never rushed and even though she was late, she was always more thorough and consistent with everything she did. Mom and dad always fought, their many differences butting against their many similarities. But their fighting never worried me. I had never seen a couple more in love after being married for so long. Well, my uncle and his wife were just as disgustingly adorable but I didn’t have to live with them.

“Elena Marie! I swear to God…” I heard dad’s voice yell again, this time his words were followed by heavy footfalls rising up the stairs. His impending arrival didn’t make me move from my chair like it should have. The door opened wide and the tall broad frame of Dean Winchester filled my doorway.

He was scowling at me, probably because he was all bundled up and ready to go and I was curled up in my desk chair with my knees hugged to my chest. He was probably sweating under all those layers and it was sure to make him crankier. But I just looked up at him, not intimidated in the least by the giant marshmallow in my room. My expression was black and dad’s features softened, all sign of annoyance washed away.

He brought himself to crouch in front of me, his hands on my feet, my toes covered with little anime hearts smiling at him. His emerald orbs stared up at me with paternal concern and my expression didn’t change. That only seemed to make him frown. I couldn’t help it, I let a tear slide down the side of my face. That was enough for him to wrap his arms around me and squeeze me to his chest. I dropped my legs and buried myself into the fluff of his coat and finally let out the sobs that had been pressing against the dam all morning.

He sshh’d me quietly, rocking me as he pet my blonde hair slowly. I was always safe here, loved, cared for. My dad was my best friend and I made sure to tell him that I loved him all the time. He was my hero but sometimes I needed to be his hero too. We had to be there for each other because we were all each other had. This wasn’t the first time one of us broke down without reason. It happened a lot the past few months but only at home, only in private.

We’re both too strong and stubborn to let it happen where anyone could see us cry. They wouldn’t understand. They hadn’t been through what we had and we never felt like explaining it to anyone. So we just got through it together, always knowing we were always just a call or hug away from each other. Of course, we had uncle Sam and Aunt Sarah and their twins and if anyone could understand us, it was Sammy. We were all close but sometimes you just need that one person to confide in and we were that for each other.

We didn’t used to be this close. My mom used to be my best friend. She was the one we both relied on and leaned on and she was what held us all together. But she died. My dad and his brother were not unfamiliar with death. Their mom died when Sam was six months old and my grandpa died before Sam graduated from Stanford. Sam’s college girlfriend had been killed shortly after and my mom’s mom, who was like my dad’s second mother, died a few years before my mom.

And yet, none of these deaths hit my family like the loss of my mom. Not that you can ever prepare yourself for death, but we had no time to prepare for her loss. It was so sudden and unexpected that it just sideswiped us into chaos. Joanna Beth Harvelle-Winchester was gone and everything changed.

That was just a year ago but in that time, my dad and I had to rely on each other. It took awhile for us to find common ground, relate to each other instead of fighting. Once we found it, we easily fell into a routine. This was one of those routines. One of us would wake up missing her, needing each other before life can go on like normal. The other day, it was dad that needed comforting. It was mom’s birthday. She would have been forty. He hadn’t slept and what little sleep he did have, he had nightmares that made him scream and cry out her name.

Today is my birthday. Sweet 16. One of those days that are supposed to be a big deal in a young girl’s life. Mom was supposed to be planning a big party where she’d try to bake a big cake but couldn’t because she was an awful cook. She was supposed to embarrass me in front of friend, cry about how her baby was growing up so fast and show off pictures of me in a bathtub with Henry and Jane, my cousins who would be just as embarrassed. But there wasn’t going to be a party.

I refused to have a sweet sixteen without mom. She had told me she would have a big shindig planned by the time she got out of the hospital. Since she never made it home, I’ll never have the party. Dad tried to talk me out of it, tried to plan a party himself, even had aunt Sarah try and convince me. “Sixteen only happens once.” She had said, even gave me those sad pitiful eyes. “Your mom would want you to.” That had made me yell at her. She didn’t know my mom like I did, she didn’t know what she would want. I was childish. I knew mom and Sarah were close, she had lost her too. So I had apologized later but still refused to have the party. She understood and let it go, informing my dad to do the same. So the subject was dropped and I had forgotten entirely about my birthday all together.

Until I woke up this morning. It’s hard to ignore your birthday when you have hundreds of people posting on your Facebook wall wishing you a happy birthday. Even people I never hear from all year, pop up to give me well wishes. I hate social media. Take after my dad that way. Mom was an Instagrammer, loved taking pictures of her two favorite people and posting them to the world. Had quite a following. She was a good photographer. She should have done it professionally but it was just a hobby she said. She liked her job as the manager of her mom’s Roadhouse, then owner after she inherited it after gramma’s passing. So it was me and dad that got to be her models and no one made us look so good.

The picture that was framed and sitting on my nightstand wasn’t taken by her though. It wasn’t as clean cut and planned out. It was a little blurry and crooked but the people in it were smiling, their eyes twinkling with genuine joy. Dad had taken the picture, selfie style so the top of his head was cut off and I was squished in between him and mom, my nose red from the cold. Mom’s bald head was covered in a forest green hat with fuzzy brown ear flaps. She was hugging both of us tightly and I had never seen her more beautiful.

It was her last birthday. We had gone to Denver and stayed a whole week in a fancy lodge. Mom was weak and tired but she still went up the slope to watch me and dad ski. We played in the snow until I was soaked and shivering. The picture was taken the last day we were up on the mountain top. I didn’t want dad to take it, told him I looked a mess. But he said that he had the two prettiest women and took it anyway. He got it framed for me the month after mom died and at first, I was angered by the gesture. But now, I don’t know how I would have survived every morning without seeing mom’s smiling face. None of us knew that only a few months after that trip, she would lose the fight against cancer. We were clueless and hopeful back then so we could be truly care free and happy. It’s what made the picture the most precious of possessions.

I didn’t know what dad had planned for today but he had made me wake up, telling me he refused my plans for doing nothing for my birthday. He had made me red velvet pancakes, my favorite, let me have a cup of coffee even, since mom never wanted me to get hooked on the stuff so young. She said dad’s had an addiction and though it was better than his past alcohol problem, she didn’t like it any better.

It wasn’t until I had gone back upstairs, showered, dressed and sat at my desk before everything set in. And now, here I was, sobbing into my father’s firm chest, smearing my makeup on the fluffy material. We wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon but this was priority to anything else. My tears started to slow when dad started to sing. “Hey, Jude.” a song his mom always sang to him and the son he had always sung to me. It was warm and comforting and made me hug him tighter.

After a few moments, I began to sing along softly, my voice muffled and shaking with emotion. The whole song was sung through twice before I pulled back and he wiped the tears from my cheeks. I looked at him with a soft smile before kissing my forehead. “I wanted to wait to give this to you but…” He pulled an envelope out of his pocket, his eyes watching it as he handed it to me. My name was written out in familiar scrawl and I smiled, feeling the tears begin to well up in my eyes again.

I saw dad’s Adam’s apple bob with a thick swallow. He nodded in answer to my silent question. It was from mom and I wasn’t sure I even wanted to open it. I sucked in a breath and slowly began to pull open the unglued tab of the envelope and we both waited with bated breath as I opened the folded handwritten letter.

Hey, baby girl, It’s mom. I know I said I’d plan your sweet 16, told you it would be a big shindig and it would drive your daddy crazy.

I laughed, remembering the conversation about how the loud music and teenage boys would send dad up a wall. She had mimicked his sour face and we both laughed until we cried until our sides hurt.

And I know you said that I would beat this. You and dad were so hopeful. But I knew. And I hate that I had to leave you two. I love you both so much and wish I could have been with you today. But I��m not. But dad is. I made him promise to take you out for the best daddy daughter day for your birthday. The whole nine yards. Mani/pedis, shopping, fancy dinner, movie and time with Sam and the family. But by the end of the day, I want you to come see me.

Tears were sliding down freely by now, my breath caught and catching sharply in my chest. Dad was crying too and he was just watching me read silently.

I want you two to come sit at my grave and talk about all the good times we had. I don’t want you to grieve my death but celebrate my life. I’ll be watching and if you don’t show up, I’ll come haunt your ass.

I laughed. Always the joker, that one.

I love you both so much and I miss you. Happy birthday, Elena.

I looked up at my father whose emerald hues were glistening with tears and he wore a sweet pained smile. I sometimes forget that he knew her far longer than I did, that he spent more time with her than anyone. She belonged to him first and I had a tendency to be selfish. Sobs wracked my body as I gripped the letter tightly in one hand. I threw my arms around dad’s neck and cried into his jacket and the way his body shook, I could tell he was crying too.

“Can we go see her first?” My voice was muffled against him and shaky from tears.

“I think she’d like that.”

And so we did. Where most girls have parties and music, boys and games, I spent hours at the cemetery telling stories, crying and laughing with my dad as we sat at my mom’s grave. We still did all the other things she wished but none of them as memorable and precious as my time with her and my dad.

#chestervelle #fluff #spnfluffbingo2019 #major character death #ofc #dean's daughter #elena marie #dean winchester #jo harvelle #spn #supernatural #family au

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trainwreckweather · 6 years ago

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It's almost 2019

Congratulations, you've made it another year, that's really badass of you. I'm proud, you should be too.

Here's to hoping that this year:

You get that job you've been wanting so bad.

You improve your physical and mental welling.

You come out to the ones you love and trust.

You finally start to love and accept yourself for who you are.

You leave that abusive situation.

You finally cut off that toxic person, the one you have to love from a distance.

You start that new hobby, even if you suck at first.

You work consistently on whatever goals you have.

You make your own path.

You create that bomb ass self care routine.

You study smarter, you stop procrastinating.

You find your joy and curiosity again!

You rescue an animal.

You give to that charity.

You volunteer your time.

You spread the kindness you want to see in the world.

You smash the patriarchy.

You do that thing you've been so afraid to do!

You get out of your own way.

You move to that new city, state, country.

You learn that new language.

You get your G.E.D, your high school diploma, you go back to college!

You realize it's never to late to work on a dream. If it hasn't been done before, you do it, you're that bad bitch!!

You become comfortable in your body.

You save up that money.

You take those opportunities you've been afraid to in the past.

You love more. Harder.

You make the decision to recover.

You reach out for help.

You stop comparing yourself to others.

You unlearn your toxic beliefs and behaviors.

You spend more time outside in nature.

You spend less time worrying about what you can't control.

You make new connections, new friends.

You have great adventures.

You stop wasting your precious time.

You listen to your gut.

You do what you know in your heart it right for you to do. You finally do what's right for you.

Whatever you need to do in 2019, whatever you WANT to do in 2019, as long as it's good for your mind, body and soul, as long as it's not hurting anyone else, I'm here cheering you on.

I know you can do it. I know you can. You've got this, go into 2019 with the right attitude and keep that energy up. If you need motivation and hype shoot me a message and I will hype you up. You got this! Always. You underestimate yourself. 💙

#certified hype boi at your service #2019 is your bitch #no more bad years #we're out there living #getting that bread #glowing up #working through our hardships #growing as people #loving each other #hexing donald trump #whatever #we got it #2019 #goals #resolutions #reminders

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hopelesstargazer · 6 years ago

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End of the Year Tag

So....I was tagged by @saijspellhart....never done one of these before so here goes nothing.

~favourite food?~

Okay, so I am a Minnesota raised girl and do love a good wild rice hotdish (and yes there is a difference between hotdish and casserole and if you don’t know, let me know so I can explain!). However my favorite food is either pupusas or pozole (latino cuisine). Both of them I over eat when my godchildren cook them for me and never regret it!

~favourite drink?~

Ummmm....Diet Pespi. Yeah, we won’t get into how cranky I get if I don’t have at least one pop a day. My godsons might have a story or two about how possessive I get in the late morning over my can of pop on the weekends....

~favourite clothing?~

My Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle fleece pants and my long sleeve Cuddle-Duds. Comfort for the win. After a long day of dealing with people, nothing is more comforting than cozy wear.

~favourite product?~

.....Pespi?.....I think. Does that count when you are an addict? Like can a pot head say that their favorite product is potbrownies? If not, I would say Google! Because it owns me and my information searching needs. After all, if you don’t know something, Lord Google will know it. Thus, All Hail Lord Google!

~favourite month?~

I’ve never thought about it. I guess you could say I like March. It was the month I was born and I like the little myth that comes with the month. The month of the Lion and the Lamb. My grandmother (a wonderful mother to 11 and a farmer in Northern MN) would always tell me that you knew how the month would go in the very beginning. If the weather was shitty and roaring at the start, it would leave calm and sweet at the end. Or in other words, if March came in like a Lion, it would leave like a Lamb. Of course, the opposite applies as well. If this is true, I honestly couldn’t say. I think it does, but I’m already bias so who really knows?

~favourite season?~

I’m fond of either Spring or Fall. It’s not too cold, but it’s not too hot. You really get those glorious days where the sun is shining, the air is crisp, and there is a magnitude of colors everywhere. It is just rejuvenating.

~favourite holiday?~

I’m partial to Easter. And before you ask, yes I happen to be Christian, BUT that is not why I like the holiday. I like Easter because it symbolizes rebirth. It symbolizes a new beginning, a fresh start. When you go into this season, you might have just experienced a shitty winter or the pervious year was just horrific. Thus, your soul is all crusty and flaky and thinking that nothing gets better. Then this season of new beginnings start and there are baby animals, new flowers, laughing children, and brightly colored eggs everywhere! It is a reminder that life is nothing more than a cycle. Yes, horrible things can and will happen to you. Yes, it will be dark and sad to deal with it all. Winter, both figuratively (in your heart/soul) and literally, SUCK ASS! But! BUT! There will always be a moment of something new. Something bright. Something colorful. Something living. Something that will bring you up out of the ground of cold despair and into the light of a new beginning. Even if it is for a moment, it is there. Easter is the holiday/season that best represents what it means to be human. A shitty start that only turns into the brightest and warms of sun rays. And that is my Ted Talk, thank you for listening.

~favourite place?~

Minnehaha Falls! Gooseberry Falls! Or any waterfall. I adore waterfalls. The sound of crashing water and rushing waves drowning out bad thoughts. The scent of crisp water pulling you into the moment. The sensations of moving water rumbling in your chest. The sight of dancing sprites in the sky as water droplets create rainbows. Cold water taking the heat from your body only to leave a pleasant tingle in its wake. *blush**cough* I’ll stop with the poetry now.

~best experience?~

So, I took a trip to Scotland with my Father at the beginning of this year. I would definitely say that was my best experience of 2018.

~best song?~

Best song? Of all time or this year? This year I really like Burning Man by Dierks Bentley. Of all time, you can’t beat the Hokey Pokey. It is a must have dance song at every public gathering. I have no shame when I say that I request it and drag EVERYONE to the dance floor.

~best movie?~

We have to clarify this nonsense for next year. Honestly, it’s just too vague. Best movie? This year? Of all time? Genre? Or is it just me that over thinks this stuff? *sigh* Okay, I thought Black Panther was extremely good, not just because it was an excellent superhero movie, had amazing female leads, astonishing action sequences, and wonderful humor. It really made me think about how hatred can pass down through the generations. It made me reevaluate how I teach my students in karate class and how I speak with/to them about social problems. Since most of them are immigrants or children of immigrants, it was an eye opening experience. Let’s leave it at that.

~best series?~

TV series right? (again with the over thinking simple questions) I really enjoyed Miraculous Ladybug, Voltron, How to Train Your Dragon, The Dragon Prince, and My Hero Academia. Granted, I also rewatch a bunch of anime classics as I taught the ways of being a nerd to my godsons. I’m proud to say that we have finally left the realm of Naruto and moved on to the great chasm that is known as Deathnote and One Piece.

~best book?~

Okay, so this one is exciting for me. I was suffering Tumblr and found a post that simple said “if Deadpool wrote a book, this would be it.” So of course, the ten year that still loves poop jokes and crude humor in me scream in joy and bought the book. It is called “Zeus Grants Stupid Wishes: A No-Bullshit Guide to World Mythology” by Cory O’Brien. I wish I could find the link so you could read some excerpts from it. I’ll just have to quote it.

“So one night Uranus is about to get busy with Gaia again I guess so he can father another baby and then stuff it back into her but instead of getting sex he gets a SURPRISE PENISECTOMY”

“So the moral of the story is that if you are not ready to be a father consider all of your options before skipping directly to cannibalism”

“ARE YOU READY FOR DISTENDED RACCOON TESTICLES? NO? WELL, YOU BETTER GET READY QUICK BECAUSE JAPAN JUST CALLED AND IT’S ‘BOUT TO DELIVER ONE WHOPPER OF A BALLSACK TO THE BAINPAN”

“So the moral of the story is that we should seriously consider firing the moon because I didn’t know we could do that and I bet we have the technology now to genetically engineer a WAY BETTER MOON than some dumb rabbit.”

So...10/10, greatest book I’ve read this year

~best video game?~

I don’t play many video games. Frankly, if it is not a bashing the buttons kind of game, I’m no good at it. Thus, I really like Shounen Jump battle game. I can hit random buttons while having no real skills. I also like watching people play them. That would lead me to Zelda: Breath of the Wild. Such a pretty game!

~have you unlearned any bad habits?~

hahahaha...oh, are you serious?

~biggest disappointment?~

I didn’t get back into college like I planned on. I just couldn’t find the time to give myself in order to achieve what I wanted.

~worst experience?~

If we are talking about this year, then that would go to almost dying in a bus accident in the middle of the Highlands in Scotland. It’s a great story that I love to tell, because it turns out to be the funniest tale of my really long list of horrific stories. Minus the thought of dying on some random hill and how inconvenient it would have been for my mother to retrieve our bodies cause I didn’t buy travel insurance.

However, if we are talking about ever in our lives, then that golden trophy would go to the time I, a store manager at Dollar Tree, was threaten with a plastic shank over $0.50 on hour 15 of my shift where I slept in the store that night so I could be there for the delivery at 5AM. That was horrible. Funny in hindsight, but horrible at the same time. Let me know, I can tell that story too.

~any new hobbies?~

Where do people find the time to start new hobbies? Serious, could you donate that precious time into a bank so I could have some? I would greatly appreciate it.

~did you achieve your goals for 2018?~

hahahahahaha....oh, you’re serious again?

~have you fulfilled a long-term wish?~

Ah, this it did! So, back in 2011, I studied abroad in Scotland and vowed to take my father back so he could see the country that I fell completely in love with. Severely in love with. Like, I would marry any Scottish man that said to me, “Ach, lassie, yer bonnie and me heart tis yers. I have this castle in ta middle of the great Highlands. Would ye leave with me to Gretna Green to marry ov’r an blacksmith’s iron?” I would say yes in a heart beat. A HEARTBEAT YOU HEAR?!

~have you tried something new this year?~

um, I dressed myself in a kimono for the first time by myself. That was stupid hard. Also, I did a bang up job if I do say so myself (after the fourth attempt).

~what plans or wishes do you have for next year?~

Let’s see, I am the best man at my best friend’s wedding in May, so I got that going. Also, in September, I’ll be going to Japan to visit my sister who is working as an English teacher, so I got that to look forward too. I would love to find some time to myself so I can try and finish my college degree that I started back in 2009. Cross your fingers. Also, I would like to complete this book I’m writing for myself. I would really like that. Oh, and finally, sleep more. Yeah, sleep. Good thing that is.

~what was the funniest moment?~

Serious, I teach kiddos karate at my church. I have no shortage of amazing moments in my life. Also I have three godsons and a goddaughter, stories are made every weekend. But I can tell you one of my favorites.

So, I’m teaching this not-yet-seven-year-old an introductory class to karate. I’m explaining to him that not only does yelling scare the bad guys away, but it tells the teacher that you are breathing. So I asked him playfully, “Do you like to breath?” And he stops all motion and looks at me. Then he shrugs and says “not really.” Needless to say, I too stop to stare at him, stunned by a response that I had NEVER received in my 13+ years of teaching children karate. So, I logically asked why not. This tiny little american-latino child that comes up to my waist tells me with the straightest face I have ever seen “Cause it take a lot of work to breath and I don’t know if I have the time for that.” (#mood much?) I’m losing my mind trying to hold in my laughter. Thus I spend the next few minutes with a 6 year-old having a philosophical discussion about the pros and cons of breathing. Eventually, we agree that blue is an ugly color on people’s face and we cannot do karate in our sleep so he had to stay awake and moving instead of passed out on the floor due to the lack of air in his body. Once that was establish, I asked another instructor to take over because I simply had to find a corner to sit in as I collected my laughing ass off the floor.

I will forever remember this child as the boy that I had to convince that breathing was a good thing and made me almost piss my pants in the middle of karate class. TWICE because that little stinker had to randomly blurt out in the middle of a different class weeks later that we were wrong because blue was a flattering shade on dead people and we should not be racist to dead people.

I will now kindly remind you that this boy is 7 YEARS OLD.

~what are you thankful for?~

I am thankful for family and friends. I am also thankful to @saijspellhart. In my desire to let her know that she is not alone, I am finding the courage to become more open with myself and other around me. So thank you. I hope that this year will be a rebirth for both of us and tons of smiles for everyone that reads this.

As for tagging other Tumblr users, I am too damn shy for that. Instead, if you are reading this and want to do this, tag me! I would love to get to know you and your likes. It’s nice to see the humanity on this site. Thank you for getting to the end and I hope to get to know you too!

#text #long post #end of year #hopelessstargazer get to know #well this happen #this was fun #blog #ask blog

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