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JJK MEN REACTING TO YOU GETTING LEFT OUT BY YOUR FRIENDS đ âïœĄđŠč°â§
ÖŽ àŁȘđ€ featuring. gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, inumaki toge.
ÖŽ àŁȘđ€ warnings. just jjk men being overprotective of you bye, and cursing.
note. guysssss, no requests pls, they're not open :(( and if you sent one in, i apologize but they're going to take a bit of time to do :(
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before you did â gojo had already sensed that your friends were shit. believe me when i say that he has tried talking to you about it from the moment you introduced him to them during your weekly "girls night".
but you said that your friends were fine. gojo doesn't think so. ever since that day, every time you said you were going out with your friends; he came along with you, not leaving you out of his sight.
that includes today. your "girls night" or whatever â when you try to convince gojo that he didn't need to come with, but all he said was, "i am one of the girls, aren't i?"
so he came along. and he didn't regret it. not. one. bit.
your friends, he didn't even know how to describe them without slipping in a curse or two. because he couldn't believe you were actually friends with these douchebags. it was plain obvious they were leaving you out on purpose.
whenever you try to chime in the conversation, your voice is immediately toppled over by one of them. or when you try to walk beside them, they step a bit further â on purpose. he could tell.
the male was really glad he could smell the stench from a long time ago. so when you and him were walking behind them, fingers interlocked. he stopped walking, and it made you stop too, "what's wrong, 'toru?"
"let's go," he tugged you in the opposite direction from where your friends are walking to, "they don't deserve you."
the male was very upset for you. he wasted no time driving you home with him, giving you the love you deserved (and a pep talk on why you should never ever talk to your friends again).
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toji didn't even care whether he knows your friends or not. but when you convinced him that they wanted to meet him, he agreed (begrudgingly).
and everything went south when he noticed the different way they react to you â and to him. you and your friends were a trio.
it's always a trio. he never gets it, he's seen his fair share of shitty friendships among people. that's why he doesn't have friends (or people don't want to befriend him, doesn't matter).
it wasn't even a trio any more. it was a duo, with you on the side. toji noticed the subtle way they share a look to each other whenever you start talking â or the way they nudge each other when you do something. god, it pisses him off.
he swore if you weren't there, he'd resort to violence.
when you excuse yourself to go to the restroom, toji of course takes the chance to give a small talk (straight up threatening) to them. he waved to you vaguely as you walk towards the direction of the restroom.
"don't ever fucking talk to my partner again after this. y'hear me?"
the mood plummeted and you realized after you came back from the restroom. but you said nothing about it.
and like toji threatened, your friends never talked or contacted you ever again. which obviously saddened you â but the male told you how shitty they are and that it was a good thing they're not talking to you anymore.
to this day, you still didn't know it was toji behind it all.
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he has no shame in speaking his mind. and he immediately sensed how your friends were treating you differently from the first time he sees them. the male wastes no time giving them the eyes, where he was clearly telling them to fuck off.
when you and your friends (and him) decided to take a break inside a restaurant, he was pissed. sukuna, didn't even want to come with at the first place â he actually forced himself to come for you. he wanted to make sure your friends knew their place.
he has a bold tongue. sukuna is spicy with his words, he could care less about what people think of him. so the second he hears a disrespectful comment from either one of your friends directed to you to make you feel like you're the odd one out, the male glowered at them.
"mind repeating that?" he questions calmly, but something in his voice was intimidating. as if he was about to jump up from his seat and strangle the hell out of your friends.
of course, your friends were silent. afraid of him.
"exactly." the male stood up, tugging you along with him out of the restaurant, "what friends you have."
you were embarrassed at the comment, and sukuna sensed that too. even if he was tempted to say more things about your friends â he held back. for you.
"you don't need friends. what more do you need than me?"
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believe me when i say that he contemplated using his cursed speech technique on your friends. he had seen you come back from a night out with your friends, upset and teary eyed.
and from that day, he's always hated them. so when you said that you were going to hang out with them again â inumaki followed you, trailing after you like a lost puppy.
actually â scratch that, you were the lost puppy. trailing after your friends, behind them like you aren't even a part of the group. if it weren't for inumaki being there, it would just be you alone.
inumaki mutters out a lot of, "salmon" and "tuna mayo" to you. fuming.
you grabbed his hand, swinging it happily. at this point, you didn't even care about your friends â as long as inumaki was there, you didn't feel alone like you used to. so you did what you had to do since long ago.
ditch them.
"thank you for being here, toge."
inumaki was happy now, no longer in a foul mood, and he squeezed your hand, "tuna mayo!"
a little translation: "i'm hungry."
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Oops - Part Two
Max Verstappen x Female!Vettel!Reader
Summary: Max and Y/N had their relationship outed online and Y/N has been facing some serious backlash. However, Y/N is mainly unphased and proudly posts pictures of her boyfriends while trying to keep her protective father and boyfriend clam. She also gives Lando the green light to post all of the pictures he has of them together. Part One
Warnings: Swearing, people being rude.
A/N: Y/N is adopted, set in 2019/2020, no covid au bc ew no. Face claim is Sabrina Carpenter and the side/back of Kelly Piquetâs head.
DISCLAIMER: I do not know any if the people in this work of fiction. This is purely created for entertainment purposes only!
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BREAKING! New released picture confirms the rumours about a relationship between Max Verstappen and Y/N Vettel.
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Fanaccount1 Great another spoiled stay at home girlfriend đ
Fan_account2 Does she even have a job???
Fanaccount_3xo Good for her!!
Fanaccount4 He's 3 years older than her, how is even this allowed?
Fanaccount_55 Gold digger!!
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The study life stops for nothing â
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Since our relationship is public information I thought I would share these pictures of my girlfriend. Y/N is by far the kindest and sweetest person on the planet and I love her. She laughs at all of my jokes and does the most to make me happy. I am proud to call her my girlfriend.
The things that people are saying about her and our relationship is honesty disgusting. Just because I am well known due to my job does not mean that you can publicly talk about my relationship. Anymore horrid comments will not be tolerated.
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I have known Max for a few years now after spending my school breaks with my papa at the races. We hit is off quite well after spending a lot of 2017/2018 running from the Drive To Survive filming. Since then we grew very close.
He is absolutely the love of my life and the greatest person I know. He has supported me through everything and he is my absolute best friend. He visits me at uni during breaks and always makes an effort for me. And now I can finally share some of my favourite pictures of him.
Ps: Yes, I am definitely the most insufferable person in my uni hall. On the upside, I'm always invited to the Sunday race lunches with the guys đđ
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Despite everything that has been said surrounding their relationship, Y/N has told me that I could make a post. I'm so glad I can finally share these. Be hold, Mad Max being a softie for his girlfriend! I'm so happy for you guys and I'm glad you don't have to sneak around anymore.
Ps: Rude/mean comments will not be tolerated. Their relationship is nothing to do with anyone but them.
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Y/N_vettel5 I can't believe 2/3 of these pics are of me and Max kissing!
Maxverstappen33 At least we aren't drunk in these ones
Landonorris I forgot about those photos đ
Y/N _vettel5 Oh sweet Jesus
Danielricardo Ah so the rumours are true! So glad you got a girl Max.
Maxverstappen33 Thanks mate!
Sebastianvettel These are lovely pictures landonorris
Fanaccount At least Lando isn't afraid to have his comments on unlike the 'happy couple'
Fan_account_6 This is PR relationships at their finest!!!!
Charles_leclerc Now Y/N has someone else to steal hats and jackets from now.
Sebastianvettel I still feel like I won't be getting some things back.
Y/N_vettel I have no idea what you are talking aboutđ
Lewishamilton So happy for you guys!
#max verstappen#max verstappen x reader#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#smau#sebastian vettel x daughter!reader
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sometimes i wonder when you sleep,
are you ever dreaming of me?
- mike schmidt x fem!reader
- smut, dom!mike sub!reader
- youâre abbyâs babysitter and you have feelings for mike, but he doesnât know it
- authors note ; this is something short to hold you guys off as iâm writing something big that will most likely have multiple parts ( wink wink )
- word count ; 3.3k
- mentions ; there is a slight age gap ( 20 & 23 )
it was a late friday night as the wind was blowing and the stars were shining in the sky. you hear a jingle at the door and you know itâs mike coming home from the pizzeria again. you could tell he hated working the night shifts, and hated that he had to make you stay all night so you could watch abby.
he opens the door and hangs his coat on the door and kicks his steel toe work boots off exhaustedly. he throws his keys and wallet on the kitchen table and immediately slouches into the arm chair directly across from you laying on the couch. he asks, âdid you sleep at all?â you look back at him, âkind of.. iâm not the greatest with falling asleep either way.â he throws his head back slightly in annoyance with himself because he feels like a burden keeping you here.
you direct your focus towards the kitchen, âi made dinner, thereâs leftovers in a blue tupperware in the fridge if you want any. abbyâs asleep and she ate dinner tonight.â mikes eyes soften at your gesture, âthank you, that means a lot and iâm glad she ate dinner.. what did you do to get her to eat?â he laughs. you respond, âi made spaghetti, you told me itâs one of her favorites..â you smile as you say this wrapped in a blanket now sitting up.
you stand up saying, âi guess i should start going-â mike stands up with you in unison, âyou donât have to go.. you could stay if you like, abby likes when youâre here yâknow?â you smile at his words, âthatâs very sweet of you, but i wouldnât want to be a bother and i have some things to tend to..â mike responds with a slight frown and dissapointment in his voice, âthatâs alright i understand..â you say to him, âyou need me to come over same time tomorrow?â mike answers, âsame time tomorrow.â with a heartwarming smile. you never realized how cute of a smile he had until now. you gather your things and toss on your coat and beat up sneakers as you walk out the door.
mike heats up the dinner you made and happily enjoys it. he always loves when you make him dinner or lunch. he watches you pull out of the driveway and drive home. he starts to clean up after his meal and he then goes to check on abby, and sheâs sound asleep. he thinks youâre an angel sent from heaven because she never eats dinner or goes to sleep under his authority. he thanks you every day for helping with her.
itâs the next morning and you wake up around 8:00 am, your alarm is blaring in your ear as you groggily rub your eyes and slap your clock a few times before it stops. you get ready to get some things done. you lace up your running shoes and zip up your windbreaker and tie your hair into a tight ponytail. as youâre on your run, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and you check to see what it was, itâs mike.
you read the message and it says, âabbyâs going to be sleeping over a friends tonight, you donât need to come anymore.â you frown at the text, wishing you could still go so you could see mike. you respond with, âaw okay, i was looking forward to see you guys :(â you then slide your phone back into your pocket and finish up your run. when you walk into your house, you check your phone once again to see a text from mike, âwould you like to go do something.. like go out to dinner?â you jump around your living room and screech as you toss your phone onto the couch. you collect yourself and respond, âi would love to :)â
you start to get ready for dinner, even though youâre claiming it as a date. you take an everything shower and scrub your body with your signature scent until thatâs the only thing you smell. as you step out of the shower you start your skincare and haircare. your face is covered in suds while your hair soaks up the mask you put in it. you dry off and wear your cutest set of underwear. itâs a black lacy bra with matching underwear that has colorful flowers on it. you rummage through your closet to find out what to wear and your eyes land on this scandalous black dress. itâs a halter thatâs mid thigh length, covered in glitter, and very form fitting.
you text mike, âare you picking me up? if so what time?â he responds almost immediately, âyeah, iâll be there in a half hour alright?â âsounds good to me :)â you start your makeup and you turn on your record player to get you hyped up for dinner. itâs the 1989 taylorâs version vinyl, itâs your favorite. the song suburban legends comes on and you are singing your heart out as you dust your face with blush and highlighter and before you know it, mikes in your driveway honking to say heâs here. you slip on your black heels and fix your hair quick and grab your clutch and walk out the door. you step into his car and he just stares at you, you respond? âwhat?â while chuckling. he just stares at you for a little bit longer, âi uh- you just look beautiful..â your cheeks are adorned with blush as you smile and look away. âyou clean up nice too mike.â he replies, âthanks..â with a chuckle.
you guys drive to the spot youâre having dinner at and you think itâs amazing. itâs this high end restaurant on the west side of town and itâs known for its amazing food & drinks. the two of you take your seats and start to look at the menu. your server directs you to the alcoholic beverages, even though youâre not of age. you think to yourself, what they donât know wonât hurt them but just in case you order a diet coke and mike orders wine. he laughs and looks over to you, âyou thought about getting something right?â you smile, âyeah.. kidding! iâm only kiddingâ he laughs back at you, âyou know i dont care right? i mean well.. itâs not the smartest idea but who cares.. teenagers always do dumb stuff, anyways what are you getting to eat?â you skim the menu, âi donât know.. iâve never been here and thereâs so much to choose from!â your eyes are caught at the sight of seafood pasta. you ask mike, âwhat are you gonna get?â he thinks, âi donât know either.. iâm indecisive.. maybe iâll get the steak, you think that sounds good?â you reply awkwardly, âwell um- i donât eat beef.. so i would disagree..â he awkwardly replies, âoh sorry, i didnât knowâ you say, âthereâs no need to be sorry..â you both chuckle.
fast forward after dinner..
youâre in his car with the light on the radio turned down so you can hear each other, âtonight was amazing.. thank you for taking me out.â you say pushing your hair behind your ear smiling. âitâs no problem, i had a great time tonight too.â your mind is racing as you think of something to ask him and he can tell. âwhatâs got you so worked up?â your clammy hands fidget with your rings âi uhm- uh..-â he questions, âhey are you alright?â as he places a reassuring hand on your knee moving his thumb back and forth. you look up from your hands and look into his beautiful hazel eyes, and he smiles at you with them. you smile back and mike continues, âyou wanna head inside?â you nod in response. âalright cmon.â
he takes the keys out of the ignition and comes around to your door to open it and lead you out by holding your hand. you take your keys and press it into the lock and turn. as soon as you get into your house you kick off your heals to put your aching feet at ease and you throw your clutch and keys onto your table. mike responds with unlacing his dress shoes and placing them near the door and hanging up his coat. âi forgot how nice of a home you have, itâs very cozy and welcoming.â you sigh as you sit down on the couch, âthank you mike..â he sits down next to you on the couch leaning back and slightly man- spreading placing his hands on each of his knees. you stand up and your dress being unbelievably short, mike stares. you walk over to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and you ask, âyou need anything? water? a snack?â you guys have been out and about all around town after dinner and you are both exhausted. âa glass of water would be nice, thank you.â you bring his glass of water and slightly bend down to place it on the coffee table, and this dress isnât anything short of revealing. mike glances quickly at your cleavage but looks away even quicker. you notice this and you cock an eyebrow at him and he immediately becomes red. you sit back down next to him and make small talk as you sip your water. âhow has abby been recently, like with therapy?â âsheâs been doing good, she likes her therapist so thatâs good..â âiâm glad mike.. iâm happy sheâs doing good.â you go to get up once more and he follows you and grabs your wrist, âwait where are you going?â the look in his eyes captivates you, âiâm just going to get changed, iâll be quick i promise.â you give him a reassuring smile.
you come back to the living room in short pj shorts and a big t-shirt that hangs off of your shoulder. he stares at you in awe. âhas anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?â he says with a light shake in his voice. âwh-what? what did you say?â he answers, âyou heard what i said. has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? youâre so perfect y/n.. the way your hair just always perfectly falls to frame your face.. your beautiful eyes.. your perfect body..â this makes you blush like crazy, and he sees your face painted maroon. he turns to you and smiles, âi know how you feel about me, and i feel the same way. ever since you started babysitting abby.â you stutter at his words, âmike.. you really feel the same way i do?â his eyes dart around the room looking for words to say, "yes, why would i say it if i didn't?" your cheeks are immediately a rosey shade after he said this. mike starts to lean in closer, and he does the thing you've been dreaming of, he kisses you. you melt into his lips and his hands move to the small of your back and he pulls your closer. you don't believe this is actually happening, wondering if its all some sick dream your mind put on to torture you. you both pull away from the kiss staring at each other with stars in your eyes.
mike cups your face in his big calloused hands, "you're a really good kisser.." he chuckles out. you giggle and look away in response. he pulls your face to look at him, "you're a really special girl y'know that right?" he kisses you once more and your stomach is flipping and twisting in every possible way. his lips are pure bliss. he then suddenly grabs you by the waist and throws you over his shoulder. you're surprised at his quick movements and strength, and its addictive. you protest by flailing around and hitting his back, but not hard enough to cause pain. you guys reach your bedroom and he flops you down onto your bed. he is now hovering over you with a smirk on his face with some kind of bad intent. his hands dart to your sides and he starts tickling you and you squirm and start yelling and laughing, "mike! stop i-it! i literally think i'm gonna die!" your giggles and pleads fill the room. he finally stops about after 5 minutes and your chest is heaving up and down desperate for a deep breath of air.
he creeps close to your ear, whispering, "the outfit you wore out to dinner made you look so good, made me want to find out what was underneath." mike plants a kiss on your neck and you shudder at this as you feel his hot breath on your neck. "mi-ke.." you plead as you feel him slowly slip off your large t-shirt. this reveals a black lacy bra underneath, "all for me hm? you wore this because you knew you were going to get ruined by me?" you whimper at his seductive words. his hands are all over your body, and his mouth is finding any place he can leave a mark on. you're squirming around at his delicate yet desperate touch. he whines, "fuck.. your body is so beyond perfect, it's even better than i imagined.." he's basically drooling at this point. his kisses trail down to your lower stomach and he looks up at you with begging eyes, this makes you want him even more. his hands are on your hips and your hands are in his hair. he kisses along your inner thighs but stops, and you're baffled. "wa-wait please don't stop." mike is now level with your cunt and he says, "i want you to beg for it. if you want me so bad you can beg for it." you moan at his words, "pl-please mike.. i'll be good i promise. need you so bad.." you babble out. "if you're such a good girl, on your knees." you comply almost immediately. you start to undo his belt buckle and he grabs you chin so your vision is directed towards him. "i didn't tell you what to do, did i? that's what i thought." you want him so badly you're aching for him, and his touch.
you hair is bunched up into a makeshift ponytail as you're bobbing up and down on him and slightly gagging, but only when you take all of him into your mouth. he's groaning and tipping his head backwards as he whispers out curses and praises, "oh my- fuhhckkk.. you feel so good, taking me so well." it's not long before he's telling you he's close. as he says this, you take him fully one last time and this sends him over the edge, causing him to release in your mouth. he strokes you face lovingly looking down at you shuddering, "you're such a good girl, my good girl.." as he wipes spit away from the corner of your mouth. as you take time to collect yourself after what just happened, he's gently stroking your hair. he's so unbelievably sweet and caring. he's always been like this, ever since you two first met. as you're calmed down he asks, "you alright?" with a darling smile, "yes i'm alright, thank you for being so considerate." he plants a kiss on your forehead and wraps his arms around you tightly, squeezing you in the tightest hug you've ever had. you giggle as you roll around on your bed.
now he's hovering over you and whispers, "now it's my turn to make you feel good." his hand moves past the waistband of your dangerously short shorts and he rubs slow circles around your bud. you moan at his touch, "mike.. please don't stop" he abides to your words and his hands feel like heaven on your heated cunt. he then fully removes your shorts and sees you have matching panties to your bra, "oh so you really wanted me to sleep with me? you want me inside of you that badly?" you whimper out, "yes mike.. i want you so bad i'm so desperate for you.." your words drive him insane and he takes off your panties and throws them with the rest of your clothes on your carpeted floor. your slick cunt the is all he sees and he's lost his mind. "you're already this wet for me? you're such a slut, but you're all mine." you stutter out, "i'm all yours, nobody elses." your words make him feel like he's in total control of you, which he is. he slowly starts to slowly slide himself into you and your breath hitches at the sensation of him. he asks, "you okay? is this comfortable?" you nod because you know you wouldn't be able to form words with him inside of you. he slowly moves in and out of your tight walls as they contract against him, causing him to groan in pleasure. his movements speed up and your voices grow even louder. "mike-.. oh my god please don't stop, m' so close.." he never thought about stopping once. his fingers dig into your sides inevitable to leave dark purple marks the following morning. his movements get even sloppier and faster, "m' close too baby.. just keep taking me like the good girl you are.." your walls tighten around him one last time before all you feel is complete ecstasy. your head goes back into the pillows as your gripping onto anything you possibly can as you moan louder than you ever have. he keeps going overstimulating you and a few pumps later, he finishes inside you panting into the crook of your neck.
he runs to the bathroom quick to get you a warm washcloth to clean up and as he comes back with the washcloth, he picks out clean clothes from your dresser. you clean yourself and then change into the clothes he offers. he cleaned himself up in the bathroom, but he still has nothing on. you question, "do you need something to wear? i have that change of clothes you left here in case of anything remember?" he nods and you get up and rummage through your drawers to find them, and you finally do handing him the neatly folded stack of clothes. he changes into them and flops down face first onto your pillowy soft bed. you laugh and sit down next to him stroking his hair, "you did so good babes, i'm so proud of you.." your hand moves down to his back to rub it and lightly scratch it with your nails. "you also did amazing baby, you make me feel so good.." he sits up and moves over to you to give you a kiss. you're lost in the moment not being able to think of anything else but his lips attached to yours. you pull away from the kiss. "i love you mike." "i love you too y/n, so much." you get up and stretch, "do you need anything to eat or drink?" he shakes his head no but you head to the kitchen anyways.
you walk back into your room and you see mike just looking around, "i never really took in your room before, it's really cute and it matches your personality.. and who's this blonde girl on all these posters?" you reply shocked, "taylor swift obviously! she's the best!" mike responds, "oh yeah her, her music's alright i guess.." "you GUESS?!" you both start laughing as you set down 2 glasses water on your nightstand with a bag of chips and sweets. "you wanna head to bed?" mike asks. you answer, "sure, i am pretty tired." you crawl under your mound of blankets and mike follows. you slowly wrap your arms around his torso and bury your head into his chest and he wraps around you in return. you both slowly drift off to sleep.
tags - @silversword7000
authors note - thank you all for the support i've been receiving over the week! i'm greatful for all the likes and reblogs it makes me so happy you guys enjoy my work <33 much love to you all.
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Song Bird
Pairing: Jeongin x Reader
Word count: 6,116
Content warnings: Arranged marriage, parental favoritism, cursing, suggestive, anger/rage
Summary: Jeongin only ever wants his parentsâ approval but when he rarely gets it youâre there to help him through it and show him that youâre so proud of him either way. But when his need for approval becomes toxic for your marriage he begins to pull away and youâre left trying to pick up the pieces. Will his need drive a wedge between the two of you completely or will he be able to overcome his need and reunite with you?
Anger boiled within him as he stared down at the newspaper article while gripping it tightly in his hands. Yang family celebrates oldest sonâs latest accolade, reads the headline as he violently shoves the paper away from with a sneer of disgust planted on his face. His envious eyes watched as the papers fluttered to the ground before laying still on the plush expensive carpet, it was just another reminder to him of how his parents favored his siblings.
Just last month there had been another article in the newspaper about his younger brothers accomplishment that his parents had celebrated proudly. And while both brothers had been recognized for things he felt were insignificant no one had acknowledged his companyâs milestones. Someone had acknowledged it, whispered softly in his mind and his eyes darted over to the sleek silver plaque that you had purchased for him.Â
The plaque was a very tastefully nicely made piece with all sharp lines and edges in silver with crisp black lettering telling of his most current milestone within the company. You had even put a picture of himself in front of the company building on the piece. He had been absolutely floored when you gave it to him at dinner the other night, you had been a little apprehensive to give it to him but he loved it and took such pride in the gift from you. He had even sent you a picture of itâs new home on his desk at the office.
But now as he stares at it with a hateful glare in his eyes all of that pride and happiness you had brought him was now hatred, disgust and resentment. His upper lip curls up into a vicious sneer once again just as his cell phone rings softly. Turning his head he immediately curbs the sneer on his face and grabs his cell phone before answering it. He presses his ear to the phone already knowing that youâre on the other line so he doesnât say anything.
âHi hun,â you greet him sweet and soft as if youâre treating him with soft gloves and he grits his teeth with disgust. He hates when you treat him like this, heâs not some young boy anymore who canât handle a little press about his brother. âI saw the newspaper article and just wanted to check in on you. Make sure that you were okay.â You said softly sounding downtrodden and his lips curls once more, what do you have to be so down about?! Youâre not the one being looked over by your parents!Â
âIâm fine.â He says slowly as he exhales his held breath. Thereâs a pause on the other line and he knows that you donât believe him, he knows that you have doubts about his ability to take this in stride. His fist clenches tightly on top of his glass pained desk as he waits for you to speak up.
âGood, Iâm glad itâs not affecting you. You are so much above and beyond him in every way. I am so proud of you. I love you.â You say confidently through the phone and for a moment his warring emotions come to a calm within him at your words. Taking a deep breath in he never seems to understand how effectively you calm him whenever he gets like this. Your soft affirming words are like a cooling salve against him that causes him to almost melt into a warm soothed puddle. âWhat do you say to dinner tonight? My place? Pick up some wine and we can spend the evening just enjoying each other, no one else.â You suggest to him and he smirks wantonly at your words.
âYeah? Wanna just enjoy each other?â He asks teasingly and you hum softly in that raspy voice that makes his brain buzz. He smiled softly as he let the little noise filter into his mind and coat his insides until he felt like he was floating in his chair. His eyes darted over his desk until they landed on your most recent picture together from one of your familyâs events. You were dressed in a pretty sundress that had complimented your figure perfectly while being just enticing enough to him to keep his attention the whole event.Â
He had been your betrothed since the two of you had graduated middle school and had been close family friends for years before that. The two of you knew each other like the backs of your hands and when you had both entered high school together your friendship had quickly morphed into something more romantic and intimate. The bond between the two of you grew throughout the years as you both went through college and then further for business school for him. You had always been so soft and sweet with him whenever you were both together, even when your relationship had morphed and changed after high school you were still sweet and soft with him. He had come to expect you to always go along with his plans and to support him in anyway you could.Â
He had at one time viewed you as a pushover when you both were in highschool together. He had pushed his limits and your boundaries by flirting with another girl during a party and keeping her by his side the whole night. He had taken sick pleasure in watching your sharp eyes regard him with silent fury throughout the night and had even felt a thrill when you had turned your back to him at the end of the night when he still kept the poor girl on his arm while leaving. But when he got home that night after dropping the girl off at her house his parents had been waiting up for him with looks of sever disappointment on their faces. When they had told him that there were now talks of dissolving the betrothal between you two he had been absolutely shocked, you had stepped up in your own way against him and while he was sad that his little game had come to an end he had learned that you may a quiet force but you were not someone to mess with. And he took that lesson very seriously.
âSo what do you say In? Wanna come over tonight?â You asked him seductively and he smirked softly through the phone.
âDonât make any plans for tomorrow gorgeous. Weâre gonna be busy for the rest of the weekend.â He answered huskily as your raspy laughter filtered through his ear.
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The bright lights of the reception hall sparkled overhead and Jeongin smiled softly in pride of how beautiful everything looked. The wedding planning had at first been something that you were taking care of with your wedding planner but soon he had gotten involved in it after hearing some of the options your wedding planner had offered to you. He had felt that the options she had provided were subpar for what he truly wanted for your wedding. He had quietly kept it to himself at the time but he wanted to use the wedding as a way to catch and capture his parents attention about the two of you.
He wanted to be able to keep their attention solely on him for much longer than his brothers always garnered their attention. Jeongin knew that his parents loved him, it wasnât something that they simply could do as his parents. They loved him as much as any parent could love their child but no matter what he did they always seemed to display for all to see their love and affection for his older and younger brother. It drove him nearly mad with rage whenever they publicly pronounced any accomplishment of his brothersâ over anything he could do. They werenât as vocal about his accomplishments and it stung him a great deal.
Which he figured he shouldnât have been surprised by your perceptive nature when you had pulled him aside during one of the venue tours and quietly told him that this was all too much for you and too overwhelming for what you wanted for your wedding. He had blinked at you quietly before throwing his arms out around the large ornately decorated ballroom as your lips twisted with distate. You had managed to talk him down to a venue that wasnât as stuffy for your tastes but still impressive to capture his parents attention.
And as his eyes took in his parents gesturing animatedly as they talked to you about something he could see the pride shinging through their eyes. He slowly made his way behind you as his parents spotted him and smiled softly at him, he easily slipped his arms around your waist before tugging you back against his chest and caging you in. Your laughter rang in pretty bell like sounds and he smiled as he nuzzled his face into your neck to bite and nip at your skin.
âInnie!â You cried out delightedly as you tried to get away from his bites before you spun in his arms to cup his face. You leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his puckered lips before gesturing back to your parents. âYour parents were just telling me how proud they were of us for such a beautiful wedding ceremony and reception. They said they think itâs the best one theyâve been to so far.â You boasted and Jeongin beamed down at you before smiling happily at his parents.
âThank you.â He said honestly as his heart swelled to epic proportions in his chest. He smiled happily at you before nuzzling his face into your neck once more as his parents watched the two of you lovingly.
âYou made some good choices.â You whispered to him and he smirked at you before he gripped your sides in a tickle causing you to let out a delighted squeal.
âMore like my all knowing wife knew when to put a leash on me.â He teased you darkly and you smirked softly at him as you cupped his face once more and pressed your lips hungrily to his.
âIâm pretty sure Seungmin got you that gag gift he was showing me last week. Had a nice studded collar and a long leather leash.â You husked out into his ear causing him to shiver at your implications. âCould add it to my collection.â You suggested sultrily as your index finger hooked around his stiff collar and tugged him close for another kiss.Â
Jeongin chuckled darkly at your bravado as his hands settled heavily on your hips and began to guide you away from his parents. He nodded his head at them quickly as you laughed at his antics while trying to get him to stop. But Jeongin was now a mission as he quickly ushered you to the gift table already scanning to see where the most garish looking present was from Seungmin. He let out a victorious cry before grabbing the clashing colored gift and held it up as he turned to face Seungmin.
âYours?â Called Jeongin to Seungmin who grinned wickedly at his best friend while his wife chuckled knowingly next to him as she shook her head softly. Jeongin saluted Seungmin silently before pulling you from the room as everyone cheered and jeered after the two of you. And once again you had managed to distract Jeongin from his parents ellusive approval and pride until all he thought about was you and him.
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âIn? Are you home babe?â You call out and Jeongin flinches slightly at your voice as he sits at his desk. Your heels click a sharp staccato that pierces his heart and grates across his ears as he takes a sip of his whiskey. You finally come into the doorway and he curls his lips at the soft look in your eyes. âAww In. Are you okay?â You ask softly as you walk over to his side. You effectively shove the newspaper out of the way as you straddle his long legs and perch yourself on top of his desk. Your hands come up to gently take the glass from his fingers before taking a healthy swig from it then setting it down on his desk behind you.
He looks up at you with a challenging look in his eyes and you smile softly at him before leaning forward to press your lips to his upturned ones. Jeongin hungrily cards his hand through your hair and pulls you meanly against him in his lap as his lips devour yours without any warning. You yelp softly at his actions before trying to pull back but he doesnât allow you as his lips slant against yours and he deepens the kiss.
âIn slow down babe.â You gasp out at him after a moment and you manage to pull away from him enough to be able to slow his actions down. His lips slip down your neck to suck dark marks into your skin and you moan out above him. âIn, Inâ you chant softly and he smirks darkly at how easily heâs able to reduce you to just his name. When he pulls harshly at your hair suddenly you cry out in pain and push your hands against his chest hard shoving him back into his desk chair. âIn!â You snap angrily as you pant above him with a look of hurt and anger on your face.
Anger, hatred and resentment swirl within him as he glares at you and your mouth drops open slightly in shock. He canât control his ugly emotions within him and knows that they are bleeding out to show you them. He doesnât want to show you them but he canât help it as glares at you.
âIn, is this all from that damned article?â You ask softly and he grits his teeth angrily as he watches your eyes soften as you stare at him. He flinches away when your hand comes up to graze against his cheek and you blink at him surprised, he never flinched away from your touch. You were usually the one who was able to calm him down and distract him. Jeongin could feel something opening up between the two of you and he had a slight inkling that if he let it continue to opening up that he wouldnât be able to ever close it.
Just as he began to blink away the anger and rage swirling within his body you shifted on his lap and brushed back against the desk effectively moving the newspaper further to the side for his eyes to catch on the headline. Yang family over the moon with their oldest sonâs business proposal. Rage red hot like a poker lanced through his body and he stiffened underneath you in response, your shocked blinking eyes stared at him worriedly before your hands came to cup his face and force him to look at you.
âI love you In. Fully and completely, to the ends of the world.â You said in a whisper as your eyes stayed connected to his trying desperately to break through his anger. âI am so proud of you and everything that youâve accomplished. Youâve done so well for so long and Iâm so proud of you.â You whispered to him as your eyes dart from side to side trying to capture and connect with his own.
âIt will never be enough for them.â He says softly in a lost sorrowful tone but you shake your head adamant.
âItâs enough for me. You are so much more than enough for me.â You insist and he shakes his head as the words just bounce off of him as the grip of his parentsâ approval is too much for him to ignore. âIn, please.â You plead with him but he huffs out a soft breath before he lifts you off his lap and stands from his desk chair. You look up at him with wide worried eyes and he shakes his head once more.
âIâm going to head into the office. Iâve got some more work that I need to get done.â He says softly and hollowly. âDonât wait up for me.â He tells you softly before pressing a quick kiss to your temple and walks out of the room.
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The dim hazy lights of the lounge barely reflect on Jeonginâs eyes as he makes his way through the hallways with some new business partners that he just started working with. The feel of the club is a rich dark noir vibe that catches his attention and holds it with all the deep jeweled toned colors splashed with black and gold. He idly wonders if this would be a place that you would enjoy going to with him.
With a deep sigh Jeongin is reminded of your soft pleading in his lap all those months ago. He had spent most of his time after that at the office tirelessly working away at any and every business deal that he could concoct. Oftentimes he wouldnât make it home into well in the night when you were already peacefully dead to the world in slumber. Sometimes he wouldnât even come home and just spend his time in the office.
It had been nearly five months since he last spent any significant time with you. All of your interactions were at family get togethers on either side of the family and you had always been so perfect at putting on a mask for him when he needed you to. Jeongin knew that you were hurt by his actions, all you ever needed was him and he was too caught up in his parentsâ approval. He knew all he had to do was come home and just bask in the love and pride you held for him but he couldnât allow himself to do that, it was just never enough for him unfortunately.
His mad chase of his parentsâ approval and love had effectively shuttered you from his heart and life. He didnât know if you would still be waiting for him with open arms or if you had put walls around that beautiful heart of yours. When he was alone in his office late at night he daydreamed about you, his heart called out brokenly to you over the distance but he never allowed it to be heard for very long in case you were listening for it.
While he had been cold, distant and shuttered away he had seen signs that you still cared for him. They werenât the grand gestures that you had be known to do when you knew he was feeling more neglected than normal, but they were still small things to show that you still thought about him. His keys were always put back in their rightful place after he just dropped them wherever when he stumbled through the front door late at night. Or there was coffee and his travel mug freshly washed out waiting for him in the morning. And there were always leftovers in the fridge every night for whenever he was hungry after coming home. You were able to still show that you cared for him while giving him the space he requested, but he never was.
Just then the lights brightened as him and his partners entered the main area of the lounge and he smiled softly at the look of the place. You really would enjoy a place like this. His eyes darted over to the stage just as he watched a man dressed in a flashy emerald green suit vest with a crisp white button up shirt and sleek black pants walk out onto the stage and grabbed the large old fashioned microphone with a wicked grin.
âWell Ladies and Gentlemen, itâs that time of night. When our pretty little song bird comes out for one last song. Letâs give her a big welcoming greeting for one last time!â He called out to the crowd as applause, cheers and whistles all rang out through the air.
âOh good! We didnât miss her!â Said one of the partners excitedly as he quickly rushed to a booth and took a seat eagerly. Jeongin shook his head slightly as he chuckled at the manâs actions. He scoffed softly, a man getting all eager for a woman singing on stage to him, he couldnât fathom himself ever getting like this for a woman. But Jeongin took a seat along with the remaining partners as they all told their drink order to the bottle girl standing near the table.
As the lights dimmed dramatically Jeongin chuckled again as the eager partner slapped the table before whistling loudly. The man is practically salivating over this mystery woman and Jeongin wonders how impressive she must be to garner this type of attention. Sitting back in the booth Jeongin eyes the stage critically as the music begins to play form the live jazz band, he can feel the anticipation rising in him and he hopes that this woman lives up to the hype as his eyes narrow onto the large spotlight in the middle of the stage.
His eyes are trained on the figure that steps out from behind the curtain just as the whistles and cheers turn up in volume. Sheâs dressed in an older era dress that fits her like a glove and looks like itâs made from rich royal purple velvet, her legs are hidden from the tight dress that tapers down to her slender ankles and shiny black pumps. When she tilts her head back she cheekily slings the wide brimmed purple hat from her head to the man who announced her earlier as whistles blare out once more.
But itâs her face that captures and steals Jeonginâs full attention. Itâs you. Youâre standing up there boldly without any reservations as you begin to belt out a haunting love song about a love that you lost years ago. Jeongin sits ramrod straight in his seat as his eyes never leave your sauntering frame as you move across the stage. Not once during your set do you make any inappropriate advances towards your admirers but all the same Jeongin can not curb the molten rage that fills him as he watches you.
When you were younger you had loved to sing and would often sing at family events, you had such a a lovely singing voice that he couldnât blame you for wanting to share it with the world. But now as he watches you soulfully sing to your heartâs content on stage he canât feel anything besides unbridled rage. Youâve been keeping this a secret from him! You were here at this lounge singing for who knows how many men until they salivated over you! God forbid if his parentsâ ever learned about this heâd never measure up in their eyes ever again?!
Taking a large gulp of his drink when the glass was set on the table he didnât bother to wait much longer before he surged from his seat and stalked to the back stage area. It was relatively easy for him to enter the backstage area once he let the bouncer know that you were his wife and he wanted to surprise you for the first time.
âYeah, she always talks about you man. Always worried that youâd never show up if she told you about this.â The bouncer told him honestly and Jeongin nodded his head while silently eyeing the area not even listening to the words of the bouncer. âShe loves to sing man, always going on how she used to sing for you all the time until you both got too old for it. You can wait for her in her dressing room if youâd like, sheâs almost done.â The bouncer suggested but Jeongin shook his head as he stood towards the back of the area with his arms crossed over his chest.
When you finally make it back stage youâre flushed in the face and your eyes sparkle with happiness and excitement. You greet the others back stage sweetly with kind words of thanks as you smile and nod your head at them when they praise you. But your feet come to a halt and the smile dies on your lips when your eyes connect with Jeonginâs heated pair.Â
âIn!â You cry out happily quickly masking your surprise at seeing him as you stumble closer to him. His lips curls up in a sneer as his hand comes out and grips your arm tightly pulling you close to his body so that he can hiss into your ear.
âWhat the fuck is this shit?!â He hisses and you wince slightly at his tight grip on you.
âJust singing In.â You say dejectedly and he grits his teeth in anger.
âJust singing?â He hisses out dangerously and tugs you a step into him making you stumble slightly on your feet. âWhat if my parentsâ got word of this huh?â He hisses against your ear and you flinch away from him. âIâd never hear the end of it! Weâd be an absolute disgrace to the family!â He hisses hateful at you and when he sees your eyes widen as tears begin to pool in them he can hear the soft nagging voice in the back recesses of his mind. Do not hurt the one person who loves you.
âIn please-â you begin to plead softly with him trying to draw within yourself to make yourself look smaller in the face of his anger. And suddenly Jeonginâs anger starts to disapate with your self-soothing actions until someone walks over with a worried look on his face.
âSong Bird, is everything okay?â Comes the voice of the man who announced you earlier and Jeonginâs eyes catch quickly on the manâs hands that seem to be a little too familair with touching your arm softly.
âItâs fine Hongjoong. My husband came by to see me sing for once.â You say with a fake bright smile and Jeongin feels a quiet snap within his brain before heâs sneering angrily at you as his eyes narrow to near slits.
âHongjoong? Do you know him?â He spits out angrily in your face and you flinch back a step towards Hongjoong who effortlessly lifts his hands to steady you. âAre you cheating on me with him?!â Jeongin snaps loudly and your eyes widen to near saucers at his outburst before your head begins to shake from side to side hurriedly.
âJeongin! Of course Iâm not cheating on you with him! I love you, youâre my husband!â You shout in surprise at him but heâs already shaking his head with his lip still curled. Anger courses through him as he glares at you before he steps close up into your face pointing his index finger at you menacingly.
âWell consider yourself divorced!â He hisses viciously at you and watches as your face pales at his words. âI wonât dirty the Yang name with a cheater!â He hisses hurtfully and tears begin to fall from your eyes. He nods his once, twice and a third time before he growls low in his throat and stalks out of the back stage area leaving you there after his outburst. He can feel his heart twisting and turning within his chest but he stoically ignores it as he continues his trek out of the lounge. He makes a familiar decision to head back to the office and there he boldly calls his lawyer late in the night.
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The next couple of days are disjointed for Jeongin as he tries to keep his mind focused while at the office but often heâd find himself clouded and lost during work hours. His lawyer had quickly drawn up divorce paperwork and had it delivered to you the next day while you were at your own job. Jeongin hadnât meant for it to happen that way, he hadnât wanted to make it something public but there had been a mix up between his divorce papers and another clientsâ paperwork, effectively the two being swapped and your divorce was now public knowledge.
You hadnât contacted him at all since the night at the lounge and Jeongin knew that you hadnât spent a night in the apartment since the night he left you at the lounge. His head maid had called him the day you left and told him that you had packed all of your things quickly before leaving. When he went home that night he had found your engagement and wedding ring waiting for him on his desk. That image of the two rings that you had loved and cherished so much just sitting there on his desk waiting for him had thrown him into a dark spiral.Â
But he couldnât blame you, he had done this. The day after he threatened divorce and had made moves to complete his threat he had heard how hard you had taken his threat. You had stopped going to the lounge and cut all ties with anyone that worked in the lounge. You had given up your dream of singing once more for him and that fact ate away at him. You had gone back to living with your parents and they helped you weather the storm of your divorce becoming public knowledge. He had watched from the sidelines as you withdrew even further on yourself and opted out going out to any events in public.
You were becoming a whisper of yourself and while Jeongin sat on the sidelines beating himself up over his actions he couldnât stop them. He wouldnât stop them no matter how much itâd make the two of you happier if he did. His parentsâ had ate up his story of you cheating on him with Hongjoong at the lounge and they had ran with it telling anyone and everyone who would listen. They cursed your name as they folded him back into the family life and welcomed with soft warm arms. He finally felt fulfilled as his parents doted him with love, affection and pride. But when he caught glimpses of you in the gossip magazines as you tried to navigate the lies that were being spread about you his heart would crack another long spider like fissure.
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The large over plush leather chair is uncomfortable against his back as he tries to settled himself into it. The large polished oak conference table sits in the middle of the room like a large mirror with how much polish has been rubbed into it. His eyes dart to the expensive watch on his wrist as it ticks almost silently.
Suddenly the conference room doors open and his head lifts swiftly. The mediator stands silently and holds out his hand to greet your lawyer before kindly greeting you as well. His eyes canât seem to lift from you when he gets his first look. Youâre hauntingly stunning, your hair is pulled back away from your face as if youâre no longer scared to show it. Your makeup is done in a soft natural look that tries not to draw any attention to you but his eyes drink you in with thirst. Youâre dressed in a simple business suit but his eyes pick up on the way it hangs on you as if youâve lost weight during your time apart. His heart violently lurches against his rib cage when you donât make eye contact with him or acknowledge him at the table. You simply move around the table and take a seat next to your lawyer and settle there quietly as you rest your hands over each other on the table.Â
âSo this should be relatively easy to get through. With both prenups already in affect I donât expect any assets to be exchanged. This is all just a bit of a formality.â His lawyer says softly and Jeongin watches as you nod your head while watching his lawyer silently. âIâll have you sign first. Everything has been reviewed by both lawyers and nothing has been changed since the last meeting.ïżœïżœïżœ
Jeongin watches silently as you nod your head once more before accepting the paperwork from your lawyer and sign your name with a flourish before sliding it back over. Jeonginâs stomach drops heavily like a lead weight as his eyes stay focused on your hands that are now placed over each other after signing. It had been that easy for you to accept his foolish decision. Dread fills him as the paperwork slides across his eyesight and he picks up his pen before darting his eyes over to you.
He sucks in a harsh breath as your eyes stare focused and determinedly at him with a sharp almost critical look in them. He watches as your eyes harden slightly when they connect with his and you bite the inside of your lower lip. Itâs almost as if youâre torturing yourself to watch him sign away this part of your life, as if you need to watch him do this to believe he actually meant it. With a shaky breath he looks down and hurriedly signs the paperwork as well.
His stomach bottoms out when he looks up and sees the tears pooling in your eyes. But suddenly youâre blinking and rising from your chair with your lawyer. You nod your head at his lawyer and the mediator before rushing out of the room with a swift movement, leaving him to deal with the clean up of his mess. You never spoke one word to him in the whole meeting and he wonders if that was for the better. Would he have survived listening to your soft raspy voice one more time?
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âMei, would you be a sweetheart and put on the television? Thereâs this new show that the women in my book club are all raving about.â Mrs. Yang calls out as she finishes making popcorn in the kitchen. Jeongin watches as Mei, his wife, moves around the sofa heâs sitting on to grab the remote before settling back against his side. He smiles tiredly down at her as she cuddles close to him before resting her head on his shoulder, the heavy weight of her head making his skin itch slightly.
âWhat channel?â Mei calls out over her shoulder as she begins to flick through the channels in a bored manner. But just as there is a quick flash of deep emerald on the screen Jeongin quickly reaches out for the remote causing Mei to call in surprise. He ignores her as he hurriedly puts the channel back on and feels his heart shatter in his chest.
There you are dressed in a beautiful royal purple sequined gown belting out an uplifting love song about finally finding the one true man who could appreciate you. His eyes are transfixed on you as he watches your neck stretch out with the power of your voice and he lets his mouth drop open in shock. You look so beautiful that it steals his breath from him as he drinks you in. You look refreshed and happy as you continue singing that it commands his attention and he completely forgets that heâs in his motherâs living room sitting with his wife curled up on his side. Heâs finally seeing once more two years after he let you go foolishly and he canât help but feel the euphoric rush wash over him.
But suddenly that all comes crashing down when the camera pans out to a wider angle and he sees Hongjoong gazing at you lovingly as he joins in on your love duet. Jeongin feels his insides turn to cement instantly and he feels the air rush out of him in a harsh breath. Just as heâs about to change the channel once more his mother stops him.
âOh! I had hoped she had made it this far. Her singing voice was always so beautiful.â His mother said pleasantly surprised as she rested a hand on his shoulder softly. âItâs such a shame that you two hadnât been able to make it work together. She was always such a bright spot in your life.â She said wistfully before she walked around the couch to sit on Jeonginâs other side as the music show program continued to play. Jeongin sat there stunned at his motherâs words and her almost cruel dismissal of his divorce.
But the true cruel dismissal of him was the way you and Hongjoong happily continued singing to each other before sharing a sweet chaste kiss on stage after the last ending notes of the music.
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VERSACE ON THE FLOOR. -l.jh
ooh, i love that dress but you wonât need it anymore â
Or, the time you and your homebody boyfriend* decide to just⊠not go to your dinner plans.
pairing; lee jihoon x fem reader. content; fluff, suggestive (MINORS DNI). established relationship. warnings; relatively warning free (y'all i didn't even swear???) but just in case -- a couple of dorky jokes, reader wears a dress, makeup and heels, making out, undressing. let me know if i've forgotten anything. w/c; 2.4k (apparently i am in my shorter fic era? party.) note; if there's one thing i'm gonna do, no matter what day of the week it is, it's be disgustingly delusional about jihoon. get ur dentists on speedial, it's a tooth rotter (/j). note 2.0; i've had this one in the drafts for so long i had forgotten all about it! but then VOTF came on shuffle a few days ago (and i started thinking about light a flame woozi at the same time, which nearly fucking killed me), so. here we are. enjoy.<3
You donât go out for dates very often. Not anymore, at least.
When you and Jihoon first got together, he took you out all the time. For dinners, to cocktail bars, to the movies, for walks down the beach, picnics by the river. It didnât matter where you went as long as it put a smile on your face â all he ever wanted to do was make you feel special. No expense has ever been too great for his favourite girl, after all; heâs always loved to spoil you.
Now several years into your relationship, youâre a real pair of homebodies. Sure, he could take you out for a four course dinner at an expensive restaurant in the middle of the city, or reserve a table at a pretentious cocktail bar that plays slightly too loud music thatâs always just to the left of either of your tastes. Then again⊠He could cook a nice meal for you to have at the apartment you share, where you can make your way through a bottle of bubbles without one of you needing to stay sober to drive home or else risk your lives in a sketchy cab.Â
Itâs something youâve talked about several times, and on every occasion, itâs quite apparent that youâre both very happy with the way things are. If anything, it makes it all the more special when he tells you he needs you to keep your weekend free because heâs making plans, and he wants to whisk you away.
Like now, for instance. The hotel suite heâs booked is gorgeous and youâre perched on the edge of the plush bedding, bent over double so that you can properly fasten your shoes while he finishes getting ready in the bathroom. Now and again, you hear a grumble or a click of his tongue float through the ajar door; every time, you feel a smile play at your lips as you shake your head. He never changes. (Youâre so glad.)
âJihoon,â you call to him softly. You can practically see how heâll be standing â facing the mirror, on his tiptoes to lean over the bathroom counter and get as close to his own reflection as he possibly can. Pouting as his fingers drag through his hair to try and fix the strands in place just a tiny bit better. âDonât you dare come out here looking like Sonic the Hedgehog. You know the more you play with it, the more annoyed youâre going to get.â
A few seconds later, he emerges, an eyebrow raised in challenge, an amused grin tugging his lips out of their habitual frown.Â
(And lo and behold â his hair looks absolutely fine.)
But the second he sees you, whatever witty comeback he was obviously very proud of dies on his lips, and you straighten up with only one of your shoes secured to your foot, the other just slipped on over your toes.
âWow,â he says, in that soft, deep, quiet way that he does when youâve really taken his breath away. You watch his Adamâs apple bob in his throat as he swallows; you see his brow crinkle and his eyes widen, as if heâs trying to see as much of you as he possibly can. âIs thatâŠ?â
âYeah,â you nod proudly, sitting back and smoothing your hands over the dress youâre wearing. âFrom our first anniversary.â
As his eyes move over you, taking in everything from the way the straps sit on your shoulders to the way the hem lays across your thigh, your own eyes move over him. The top three buttons of his shirt are still unfastened and his tie hangs either side, tucked beneath his collar but not knotted yet. His slacks have been cleanly pressed, a neat, crisp seam running down the front of both legs. Shoes shined to perfection. Expensive watch strapped around his wrist.Â
He might just be the most handsome man in the entire world.
âI remember you saying you really liked it, so⊠I dug it out, special.âÂ
âYou look incredible,â he says. Itâs so gentle, so sincere, that you think your heart is about to burst clean out of your chest. Warmth trickles the length of your spine, and it isnât exactly helped when you realise â only now as he starts to cross the room to get closer to you â that he hadnât moved an inch since he surfaced from the bathroom almost a full ninety seconds ago.
He shrinks down so heâs rested on both of his knees in front of you, skilful hands moving to help with the shoe you hadnât managed to lace up yet. every time his fingertips so much as brush against your skin, the electricity in his gentle touches shoots all the way from the point of contact up to your brain and leaves it fogged, impossible to make any sense through the thick clouds of intimacy and adoration. More-so as he smoothly lifts your leg a little and presses his lips once to the inside of your ankle, even foggier still as he trails kisses up the length of your calf towards your knee.Â
âJihoon,â you laugh breathlessly, laying a hand on his shoulder as you feel his tongue press lightly against your skin. He finally sits back on his heels, running his fingers up and down the backs of your legs; heâs successfully managed to hike your dress up a few inches now, too, and he keeps flitting his gaze between your face and your thighs. âWe canât â weâll be late.â
âWe have ages,â he frowns, shuffling closer and trying to bump your knees apart, but you keep your muscles engaged and he doesnât pull at them that hard, so they donât budge.
âWe have to get there, too,â you remind him. He throws his head back and sighs dramatically. The neckline of his dress shirt seems to open a little more when he looks back at you, drawing your attention down the length of his neck to his bulging chest, and the muscular forearms that he crosses in front of it.
âAnd this is why we donât go out.â
âWhat, because youâre horny all the damn time?â You tease.Â
He gently swats at the top of your thigh before soothing it with another small kiss.Â
âBecause when you look this good, how am I supposed to want to go and eat a steak instead?âÂ
He grins up at you from the floor, quite clearly delighted with himself for his little gag. You, however, flop back onto the mattress and cover your face with your hands.
âThat was so bad,â you chuckle. Youâve been trying for years to not melt to his very specific sense of humour, but itâs all been completely futile. Your reluctant laughs turn to sweet, breathy giggles by the time he lays both his arms across your legs and rests his chin on top of them. You prop yourself up on one elbow to look at him; heâs staring up at your face like he thinks heâll never see anything as beautiful as you for the rest of his life.Â
âMaybe⊠We donât have to go out for dinner,â he suggests. âMaybe we can stay in tonight, too.â
âHorndog.â You tsk. But youâre not disappointed at the idea of staying in, either, regardless of whether your teasing implies otherwise. âI knew youâd say that.â
âNo â really,â he swallows. You arenât sure if you can feel his heart beating a little faster where his chest is pressed completely against your shins, or if youâre just imagining it. But the tips of his ears are going pink too, so you think itâs safe to trust your intuition on this one. âI mean-⊠we donât have to go. I could-âŠâ
He bites the inside of his cheek before he looks down, pressing his forehead against his arms and hiding his face completely.
âI could do it here.â
He says these words quietly. Mumbles them, really. You arenât sure if you were meant to hear, or if he was just talking to himself. But either way, it has to be worth a shot to find out.
âWhat do you mean, Ji?â
One, two, three seconds pass. And⊠Nothing.Â
âHey.â
You bounce your thighs a little so heâs forced to look up at you, and you can see something swimming in his eyes. Something brewing. He sits back from you and pushes a hand through his hair; a few strands lose their stick to the rest of the main body and tumble down over his forehead. Exactly in the way he was trying to prevent.Â
âI could just do it here.â
He says this louder. Clearer. With much more finality. You sit up properly, then, both your hands clasped together in your lap.Â
âDo what here, baby?â
His eyes find yours and you sit there for a few moments, unwrapping each other's minds with nothing more than a look and a matching pair of gentle â but slightly concerned â smiles.Â
He moves one hand down and slips it into the back left pocket of his slacks. You think you can feel the world around you start to slow.Â
When he shifts a leg from beneath him so heâs on one knee before you and presents you with a glittering diamond ring, it stops altogether.Â
âJihoon,â you breathe.Â
He glances between the ring and you, biting his bottom lip before he speaks.Â
âI had it-⊠I had everything planned.â He laughs, looking away from your face as even more rising heat becomes evident on his own. âDown to the second, even. But just like you always do â just like the first time I saw you, and just like every time since⊠You threw me a curve ball and⊠Somehow, youâve changed everything. But you made it so much better.Â
âI think I was supposed to find you, y/n,â Jihoon says. âI don't know whatâs up there, whatâs in charge of when we meet the people we meet and why we fall in love with the people we fall in love with. but I know that they were really looking out for me the day you came into my life.âÂ
You can feel your eyes starting to sting at the corners and you will the tears away, desperate not to smudge the makeup you spent so long trying to perfect. You know heâd love you either way â mascara tear tracks and splotchy concealer and all â butâŠÂ
âI am so in love with you that sometimes, it really hurts. It hurts because I know that no oneâs ever going to come close â about anyone in the world â to feeling the way I feel about you. I feel bad for everyone, a bit. Because youâre not-⊠you're not with them. Youâre with me. But I wouldnât want any of them to be with you, because-... and⊠and if youâll have me, I want you to be with me forever.â
You don't know when you started slowly nodding along to his little monologue, but you definitely are. Youâre not sure when you started holding your breath either, but thatâs two for two. He looks up at you, expectantly, fluttering his eyelashes and stuttering out a long, deep breath.Â
âY/n, will you marry me?â
Some decisions, youâve always thought, are made for you at a cosmic level. Your favourite colours. Your favourite foods. Hot and cold weather people. Loving or hating marmite. A predisposition to enjoying scary movies or being the kind of person who hides behind a pillow.Â
This is another one of those. You donât have to think twice about it â you just know. You know because a great unstoppable force managed to squeeze you together at the perfect moment in time; the ever-expanding universe around you has kept you and Jihoon side by side through everything it could possibly throw at you.Â
âYes.â
Of course you want to spend your forever with him.Â
The word leaves your mouth in a whisper and everything flies back into motion. The first black droplet rolls down your cheek. His usually so steady hands fumble with yours to slide the ring over your finger. A perfect fit. Youâre hurtling through space and time as he gets up off his knees and cups your cheeks, gently pulling you upright and crashing his lips against yours. You stumble into him slightly in your heels; his kiss is more a chaotic clatter of teeth and giddy laughter than perhaps the intense, romantic gesture he was aiming for, but itâs completely, utterly, unequivocally perfect.
Jihoonâs fancy dress shirt creases under your fingers as you ball it into your fists where the top buttons are spread open, pulling him as close as you can, laughter dying down as he loses himself in you and as you lose yourself in him, right back. He swallows all of your gasps and sighs, hands sliding down from your face to the sides of your neck, until heâs resting a palm on each of your shoulders. A single finger slips beneath one of the straps and he pulls it out of the way, down onto your arm, withdrawing from your mouth so that he can press a series of kisses down your cheek and to your jaw instead.
âJi,â you murmur, tipping your head back and fumbling at the buttons running the length of his torso, trying and failing to get them open. He chuckles, his other hand coming to rest over yours to stop you. You lace your fingers together, feeling him squeeze. Your heart pounds.
âLet's take our time,â he whispers to you, thumb grazing over your collarbone. âOkay?â
All you can do is nod as he kisses lower, and lower, pressing his lips everywhere he can while heâs still standing. Your neck and shoulders feel ablaze, tickling with the heat of the burning stars his mouth paints across your skin.Â
âNeed-... Ji, you need to-... call⊠call the restaurant,â you stutter. âGottaâŠ. we need to cancelâŠâ
The fleeting sting of his teeth against your throat interrupts you and youâre only aware of him reaching behind you to tug the zipper of your dress down when the material falls completely slack..
âIn a minute,â he says, helping you walk backwards until your calves collide with the bed behind you once again. He eases you to lie down on the comforter and crawls on top of you, caging you in with both arms, taking hold of your left hand again.
He looks down at the ring on your finger, his entire face breaking into the most brilliant of smiles. Every inch, from the creases at the corners of his eyes to the paling stretch of his beautiful lips.Â
âMy future wife needs taking care of, first.â
â no you wonât need it no more, letâs just kiss âtil weâre naked, baby.
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You had just gotten your wisdom teeth removed. Axl your boyfriend had driven you back home after you were all loopy from surgery. You were oddly quiet for someone who just got their wisdom teeth removed with anesthesia involved in the procedure. Axl was worried the entire time. You were dazed and confused. You were so out of it. Suddenly a fear you never told Axl about came to your head. You waited until you got home trying so hard not to say it out loud fearing that it would make Axl crash his car. Even when you felt like you were in another world you still were very cautious and rational about things. You loved Axl like crazy. You would do anything for him. He knew instantly he would do anything for you. Your fear was an ass and it kept haunting you ever since you were with Axl. You were always so worried that he was going to cheat on you or that he already had. The anesthesia wasnât helping your paranoia. You and Axl finally got home after the tense drive. Axl was worried that you were quiet and not saying anything goofy because generally, anyone with anesthesia is loud and very verbal.Â
âBabe you okay?â They were Axl's first word since after your wisdom teeth surgery.Â
âMhm.â your answer was short.
âIâm scared you're cheating on me,â you said to Axl with your lips starting to quiver.
âWhat? Finally, the anesthesia hit you!â Axl giggled.
He noticed your lips quivering and he realized that it wasnât a joke anymore.Â
âYouâre serious?â He asked you not knowing how much this question affected you.
He was starting to wonder how often you thought he was cheating on you. He was mad but he knew it wasnât your fault. Despite his anger, he wrapped his arms around you to comfort you in your confusing and scary haze. You wanted to hug him forever. You never wanted to let go of him. You wanted to know that Axl was yours forever. He broke the hug and saw the tears in your eyes. He wiped them gently. Â
âPlease donât break up with meâ You begged Axl with a pleading tone.
âShh, Iâm not going to break up with you. Honey the anesthesia is just making you think scary and funny thoughts. I promise that Iâm not cheating on you or that Iâm not going to break up with youâ Axl whispered knowing how much of a headache you're probably in.Â
Axl held your hips and he carried you into the bedroom over his shoulder because every time you moved you fell over.
âHere, lay down in bed,â Axl said before he moved the blankets out of the way for you.Â
You took his hand as he helped you lay down. He got in the space beside you and he calmed you down. You felt a lot better from Axl reassuring you. You were glad his temper didnât spike up.Â
âAxl my mouth hurts,â You said grabbing them and rubbing your cheeks.
Axl grabbed your hand off of your face.
âHoney, don't do that. That will make the pain worse and it wonât heal quickly.â Axl had gotten you some salt water to help with the pain.Â
âRinse your mouth with this later. Once you're less loopy. I will help youâ He said, giving your cheek a quick peck.Â
âLetâs go to sleep now,â You said, sounding a bit more like your usual self now.
âSure,â Axl said as he laid down and draped the blanket over you and himself making sure you were all warm and cozy.Â
You and Axl fell asleep until the next morning.Â
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The Present 𧥠Chestnut Ridge
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Julian: So, how long have you been living out here? Joseph: About eight years now.
Julian: Why didnât you call me? Joseph: Figured you were finally done with me. The last time we spoke, you told me never to contact you again.
Julian: When has that ever stopped you? Joseph: [laughs] Fair. Guess it felt like you meant it this time. Julian: I suppose I did. But Iâm glad youâre doing well. Itâs really good to see you. Joseph: You too.
The font door opens and slams shut. Daisy: [barking] Danny: Papa!
Danny: Whoa. Um. Hi. Joseph: Hey bud, câmon in. How was school? Danny: Good.
Joseph: Guys, this is my son Danny. Danny, this is Julian and Phoenix.
Danny: So, youâre my brother? Phoenix: I sure am. Danny: Cool. Dâyou wanna meet my goats? Joseph: Hey now, do you have homework? Danny: Yeah, but I can do it tomorrow. You said I can stay home, remember? Joseph: I remember. But these guys have had a long drive, so how about we give âem a break tonight and you can show âem around tomorrow. Danny: Okay.
Danny: Dâyou wanna help me with my homework? Joseph: Danny, what did I just say about givinâ âem a break? Phoenix: I donât mind. I can help you. Joseph: You sure? Phoenix: Yeah. I mean, what are big brothers for if not to make sure you get all the wrong answers on your homework? Danny: Hey! Phoenix: Iâm kidding. Letâs see what youâve got.
Phoenix: Look at you, you donât even need my help. Danny: Math is easy. I like numbers. Phoenix: I like math too. Danny: I donât like the word problems, though. I have to draw them, or they donât make sense. Phoenix: Nothing wrong with that.
Danny: Have you met Daisy? Phoenix: Not officially. But she gave me a little bit of a scare when we first got here. Danny: [laughs] Thatâs âcause she thought you were a stranger. Phoenix: She sounds like a good dog.
Danny: Mhm. Sheâs my dog. She protects our house, and she helps me sleep. Phoenix: Oh yeah? How does she do that. Danny: If I have nightmares, then she wakes me up and lays with me. She can even turn on the light if Iâm too scared. Phoenix: Thatâs pretty cool. Do you have nightmares a lot? Danny: Not anymore. Phoenix: Sounds like she does a good job then.
Danny: Do you have a dog? Phoenix: Nope. Iâve actually never had one. Iâve never had any pets. Danny: You should get one. Phoenix: Maybe I will. Danny: Do you have any kids? Phoenix: Yeah, I have a daughter. Her name is Aspen, but I call her Annie. Danny: [laughs] That rhymes with my name. Danny and Annie! Phoenix: Yep.
Danny: How old is she? Phoenix: Sheâs two and a half. Danny: Does she like dogs? Phoenix: She does. One of her uncles has a dog, and she loves him very much. Danny: You should get her a dog of her own. Phoenix: [laughs] Maybe when sheâs a little bit older. Joseph: [offscreen] Whoâs hungry? Danny: Me!
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Twilight- Youngest Shadow: Chapter Three, Crash It
(Alice X Reader X Jasper)
[two] [three] [four]
Today was the day of my 6th Volleyball game out of 14. Itâs a Home game.
Every single game has been attended by Jacob, Quil and Embry. Sometimes Sam and Billy. Bella made it to about two. Clearly needing to do her own thing I understood. If I didnât understand a sport I wouldnât want to go either.
She makes me sit with her at lunch still, I got kind of close with Angela. Sheâs cool. She also comes to games but thatâs to take pictures, helping with the yearbook committee.
Bella and I walk out of the house together. I see my bike is gone and remembered I had to give it to Jacob for maintenance. Since he offered I was getting it done for free.
Itâs also raining so Iâm kind of glad I donât have to choice to ride it. Sometimes the rain drops hurt like a bitch. I lift my hood up, walking behind Bella as we go down the steps. âGreat.â She mutters under her breath.
Charlie pulls in with her truck. âDad I can drive us to school myself.â As we get closer to the bottomed step she slips and falls on her ass. Tripping due to not watching where I was going I go forward.
âYou okay, Bells? [Name]?â Charlie climbs out of the truck, helping Bella up and then the both help me. I ripped a new pair of jeans, hissing in pain from my hands I wipe it on my sweater thatâs not so new. Luckily I didnât bleed at all. âIce doesnât help the uncoordinated.â Bella frowns at her own joke.
âClearly.â I groan.
âThatâs why I got you new tires.â Charlie points to the red truck. âThe other ones were nearly bald.â
âYou got me new tires. No oneâs ever donât that before.â Both Charlie and I look at her confused. âI mean⊠nothing.â
He glances at me, not getting it but he heads to his cruiser.
âI wonât make it to dinner or the game. Iâm heading down to Mason County. A security guard at the Grisham Mill got killed by some kind of animal.â He explains to us.
âAn animal?ïżœïżœ Bella asks, confused.
âYouâre not in Phoenix anymore, honey. Theyâve been hunting it for a week with no luck. Thought Iâd lend a hand.â He puts it simply. âBe careful.â We say in unison.
âAlways am.â
âAnd thank you for the tires.â
Iâd thought by now they wouldnât be so awkward with each other but I am very wrong. The tension is so thick it couldnât even be cut with a knife.
Change of pov
Rain was still hitting hard. Eric and Bella walk together into Biology. She brushes off her coat as he talks. âAnd yeah, prom committee is a chick thing, but I gotta cover it for the paper anyway and they need a guy to help choose the music. So I need your playlist.â Eric explains but before the girl can respond Mike comes up behind her. âCome on, Arizone. Give it up for the rain.â He shakes his wet baseball cap onto Bellaâs head.
âTerrific.â She walks away, ignoring them to get to her seat.
She freezes once she notices Edward. She straightens her posture, striding to the shared table confidently. Dropping her books in front of him, ready to address him but instead he looks up at her and speaks.
âHello.â
She stops, automatically stunned. âI didnât have a chance to introduce myself last week. My name is Edward Cullen.â
Sheâs too shocked to respond, she wasnât expecting him to talk to her. âYouâre Bella.â He stares, not questioning.
âIâm⊠yes.â She finally sits, feeling stupid.
He abruptly moves to the edge of his seat away from her. Sheâs baffled to say the least, smelling her hair as if she stinks.
âOnion root tip cells! Thatâs whatâs on your slides. Separate and label them into the phases of mitosis. The first partners to get it right win the golden onion!â Mr. Molina holds up a gold spray painted onion but disappointed by the little to no reaction.
âCome on people, tick tock.â
Everyone gets to work. Edward pushes the microscope towards Bella, still keeping a distance.
âLadies first.â She grabs it defensively and snaps the first slide in, adjusting the lens. âYouâve been gone.â
âOut of town. Personal reasons.â He was curt like her, short with his answers.
âProphase.â She says, going to remove the slide. âMay I look?â She slides the scope to him, he looks into it. âProphase.â
âLike I said.â
He writes it down on the work sheet. He takes a deep breath, turning to her. âEnjoying the rain?â
âSeriously? Youâre asking me about the weather?â She seems offended. âIt appears.â
âNo, unlike my sister I donât like the cold, or the wet. Or the grey. Or the parkas. Or the turtlenecks.â
There was a small smile that played on his lips.
He actually seemed interested in what she had to say. He studies her like her sister did to him days ago. But she canât tell if he despises her or not. âWhat?â
He shakes his head and turns to the microscope, switching out the slides. She continues to stare at him, appreciating his evident beauty. His cheekbones to his lips.
âAnaphase.â She snaps out of her daze to go back to giving a dry look.
âMay I?â She mocks him for before, looking into the lens.
âAnaphase.â
âLike I said.â
They change the slide.
âIf you hate the cold and rain, why move to the wettest place in the continental U.S.?â He quizzes her.
âItâs complicated.â Simple answer, but heâs intrigued so he pushes.
âI think I can keep up.â She looks at him quickly then looking away back at the scope. He seems to be paying attention very intently.
âMy mother remarried.â Another simple response.
âVery complex. So you donât like him.â A statement, he doesnât question himself.
âPhil is fine. Young for her but nice enough.â She tells. âInterphase.â
At the end of school sheâs still holding the golden onion. She bumps into Edward on accident. âWhy didnât you stay with your mom and step dad? Or your sister?â He waits patiently for her to say something, studying her like before.
âAlright, Philâs a minor league baseball player, so he travels a lot. My mother stayed home with me and [Name] but it made her unhappy. And my sister has always been a daddyâs girl. So I decided to spend time with my father too.â She explains everything. âBut now youâre unhappy.â He states himself again.
âNo I⊠I just.â She turns away, embarrassed.
Back to You
At the end of the day I stood beside Angela and Jessica. Since our game was today I donât see a point in going all the way home just to come back to the school.
I watch my sister head for her truck, shivering. Once she got there she looked back, making little eye contact with me and then staring at the Cullens. More specifically, Edward? I think thatâs his name if Iâm remembering correctly.
Their eyes met then there was a loud screech only getting louder by the second. A van skids out of control, heading right for my older sister.
I felt frozen for a second, running over there immediately. The van comes to a complete stop after spinning out. Like something forcefully stopped it. I didnât see anything as it had happened so fast. The van had only hit the back of the truck, leaving a dent that was definitely noticeable to the eye.
After milliseconds everyone went berserk, roaring into screams of trying to get help, calling 911.
Mike and Eric yell if sheâs okay, I watched Edward who was once at his Volvo now leaving the scene. Wanting to ask him what happened I shake my head, pushing the two boys out of my way. âBells, Bella?!â I cried out, falling down to her level, feeling the pain in my knees from earlier but ignoring it. I took her into my arms as she was obviously in shock.
I ended up driving her and the boy who crashed into her, Tyler a ride to the hospital.
I told him to shut up on our way there. Even sitting in the room as they got checked up on I sat there glaring at him.
Minutes later, Charlie rushes in. âBells, are you alright?â
âIâm fine dad, calm down.â She assures gun but itâs not enough. âIâm so sorry Bella. I tried to stop.â Tyler apologizes.
âItâs okay Tyler.â Bella tells him and I scoff. âIt sure as hell is not okay.â Charlie says, I nod agreeing. âDad itâs not his fault.â
âWe nearly lost you.â
âBut you didnât.â She says, I pull her into a hug since Dad is glaring at Tyler like I once was. âYou can kiss your license goodbye.â He sternly tells the boy and I watch his body falter.
I notice Dr. Cullen approach us and if I didnât know anything I wouldâve thought he was a movie star. I didnât pay Trenton to what they were talking about. I focused on his face, observing him as he talked. Just like I did with his foster kids. Then I heard Tyler apologizing once again, since I was closest I closed the curtain getting a fist bump from my dad.
âIt wouldâve been a lot worse if Edward hadnât knocked me out of the way.â Bella says ignoring dad and Iâs antics.
âEdward? Your boy?â Charlie asks only to not get a response.
Dr. Cullen adverts his eyes, I watch Bella press. Iâm guessing she knew something that was making him uncomfortable. âIt was amazing he got to me so fast. He was nowhere near me.â
The blonde man smiles.
âAs long as youâre safe.â
We leave the treatment area. âI just have to sign some paperwork. You better call your mom.â He points to Bella.
âYou told her?! Sheâs probably freaking out!â He just shrugs and walks off.
She pulls her phone out and I laugh, earning an eye roll. Then we both look down the hall, hearing an argument. âStay here.â She orders as if I was so much younger than her. She gets a little closer to whatever was happening.
Not meaning to but the curiosity getting the best of me I do the same thing.
âThis isnât about you. Itâs about all of us.â It was Rosalie. I raise an eyebrow but Dr. Cullen definitely saw Bella, taking Rosalie inside his office.
I sit for a moment, but I see Bella talking to Edward so I just walk the other way, pulling out my phone as I felt it vibrating.
Itâs Jacob calling, shit.
I answered it quickly. I forgot all about my Volleyball game thatâs in⊠35 minutes.
âHello?â I spoke to,
âHey, where are you? Are you okay? I heard something about an accident with you and Bella?â He freaks out, i why shush him trying to calm him down.
âHey, everything is fine. No damage was done. Bella was apart if it but no scratches, just a bump on the head. Iâm sorry I shouldâve called.â I told him, hugging my self with my open arm.
âOh, Iâm glad youâre both okay, Iâm glad shes okay.â He sighs like he had just been holding in a long breath.
âYeah, yeah. Everything is good. Iâm just going to keep watch on Bella for a little. Could you let my coach know what happened. Iâm sure she knows but yâknow?â
âTotally understand, I will let her know. Call me later tonight?â He sounded hopeful and I smile to myself.
âOf course, Iâll call around 9.â I say
âCanât waitâŠâ
âKnock it off.â
I was going to ask what he meant by that but I hear the other guys in the background and I laugh.
I hung up, not seeing Bella come up to me, she grabbed my shoulder causing me to jump and almost drop my phone.
âWho was that?â
âJacob. He asked if we were okay since he went to my game as usual. Seeing I wasnât there freaked him out.â I take a deep breath through my nose.
âI completely forgot about that. We can still make it.â She says in a hurried tone but I shake my head.
âCoach wouldnât let me play anyway. Thereâs no point.â I laugh, putting a hand on her arm.
âIâm sorry.â She frowns.
âNo need, you should call mom though.â
She whines to herself, pulling her phone out again.
Charlie walks out and we go outside. I drove the truck home.
Later that night I call Jacob like I told him I would. He tells me about the game since they stayed due to Quil wanting to.
âIt wouldâve been a better game with you for sure.â He says and I could hear the smile.
âI know, Iâm just so amazing.â I brag, playing with my tongue piercing as I hear his laugh.
âMaybe I shouldnât have boasted your ego.â
âWhat ego?â I jokingly say.
I look over to my clock, seeing the time and it was already 11:30.
I was surprised Charlie hadnât come and told me to go to bed.
âAh, we should go to bed.â I start to say, I heard a small thump from Bellaâs room upstairs and I stood up carefully strutting towards the door.
â[Name]?â Jacob calls, I snap out of whatever trance I was in. Not hearing anything else from Bellaâs room so I go back to my bed.
âSorry I got distracted. Goodnight, Jake.â My voice was a little raspy from being tired.
âGoodnight.â He ends up hanging up the phone and I lay back in my bed.
Thinking about everything that happened today.
Chapter three, edited.
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So how does it feel to sit in your new car?
It's cute, but ... I miss my old car, it was bigger, and much more powerful that this ....
But you crashed that car, if you want a car like that again you have to convince people you are a good enough driver for it
Wait .... it's an automatic?
Yes?
There is no gearstick or clutch, are there manual electronic gears?
No, no manual electronic gears, it's an automatic. do you remember how you did your new test in a rented automatic?
Yes
And you found that weird at the time?
Yes, but you said I couldn't ask about it
Well, see now your new license is specifically for automatics only, you can no longer drive stick
But the crash wasn't even my fault! You know that! You know I am a good driver, I've never caused any damage to any car ever!
Too bad. We both agreed that the old you, the strong, competent and capable you, had to go. That we needed a new you, one that emanated an aura of weak, ditsy helplessness. Did we not?
[small voice] ... um ... yes ... but ... I love driving ...
I know, but you've also found so much other things you love over the last few years, haven't you?
That's true
You are swapping some things you used to love for other new things you love. Just be glad I didn't convince the judge to ban you permanently
Oh my god, would you have?
Just imagine the loss of independence, needing other people to drive you around, always having to be extra nice to your friends because you would need them more than they need you, letting them decide where to go, and just being grateful that they are willing to take you, sitting around at home waiting for me to get back because you need me to take you somewhere ...
[eyes closed] ... oh god ... stop ... [eyes open] I'll be good! I love that it is an automatic!
Really?
Yes REEEAAAALLLY! Besides for the last year these heels made working with ALL THOSE ANNOYING PEDALS so difficult.
Great that you don't take them off for driving like I forbade. You are such a good girl
Thank you. .... um ....
Yes?
But, this means ... um ...
Yes?
I'm flying to visit my parents next week. Whenever I go back, I use their car, I borrow it if I need to, and I usually need to a lot ... but they have manual ... so ...
So you won't be doing that anymore, you'll have to ask them to drive you around if you need it. Wonderful, maybe you'll discover you like being driven around, maybe the feeling of sheepishly asking them for a lift will grow on you, feeling like you are less, maybe you will come back and beg me to have your license cancelled ...
No!
Ok, just joking, what were you saying
But what will I tell them, they know I drive manual?
Tell them you always hated stick, you found it confusing and stressful
But I know how to drive stick, its easy?
Well you certainly won't be telling anybody that anymore, make sure to tell them you're happier knowing you don't have to worry about manual gear shifting anymore
But my father thought me how to drive, he knows I love stick!
"Dick" sugarbutt, you love dick
Hee hee, I love dick, I do!
Besides, your parents are probably going to have a LOT more difficult questions for you about getting another boob job without telling them, even though they made you PROMISE you would never do major cosmetic surgery again without at the very least telling them
[downcast, small voice] ... ... oh yeah ... ... [even smaller voice] but you didn't let me tell them ...
Now, now dollface, we both know I can't make you do anything unless there is a part of you that wants it, right?
[small voice] ... yes ...
I didn't hear that?
yes ... [small voice] ... i know ...
Say the line
um ... your role isn't to make me do things I don't want to do ... your role is to make me do things I want to do but am too afraid to ...
OK, now don't worry, it's going to be awkward for you next week, but it will work out in the long run
[small voice] ... yes ...
I can't wait to hear about it. Anyway my advise is in future if your parents or anyone else want you to promise something again, you should outright and explicitly refuse if you aren't 100% sure it is something you can keep
[small voice] ... yes ... [normal voice] can I please tell them about my upcoming nose job?
We've been over this. Absolutely not. There is nothing wrong with your nose, its a good cute nose, it matches your adorable face perfectly, you will not be able to make them accept that
But ... then ... why am I getting it!
We've been over this too, and I understand the next time you see them, the time after this time, it will be very awkward for you, but we both agreed your face should look faker
[small voice] ... you agreed ...
Really? Say the word now and we will cancel the procedure
...
Well? I will cancel it right now, it's not a problem, it'll be easy
No! I want it! Please! I'll be good!
Why?
Because I think I'll look even cuter and faker with a paired down button nose.
Really?
Yes! I want to be plastic! Please, I really do! I want a fake bimbo nose! I'll be good! Please!
Ok, now its fun when we battle like this, but that was too far, and you know it
I know, I'm sorry, I'll be good. And I won't tell my parents about my nose job and I know I'll love it and I can't wait. I promise!
Good girl
Yes :)
And remember, you hate stick, you love dick
Hee hee, I hate stick, I love dick
And while I can't speak for everyone, in general dick loves those stupid looking melons you've had nailed to your chest
Hee hee, yeah I know! everyone's so nice, the guys in the gym are always looking. Dick loves these tits! And though I hate stick, I really love dick :D
Good girl, now lets take those honkers for a spin
Hee hee! yay! Wait, give me your empty bottle, I'll put them in the bin over there
Hmmm, no.
No?
Take my empty bottle and your empty bottle and throw them on the back seat or in one of the floorwells
What? I would never!
I've decided it would please me greatly if you are now one of those people with a messy car
No! But my car is always spotless. So is yours! You'd hate it too!
That's right, I would hate it. But I would find it hilarious if you were known as someone with a very messy car. I want your friends to argue behind your back about who has to go with you because no one wants to travel in the messy car. I want them to beg you to clean your car, but you will always refuse to care about the problem
I will! I will care!
Yes, I'm very pleased with this idea, your previous car was the old you and the spotlessness of the interior betrayed your old competence and diligence and adherence to what is expected of you. Your new car is the car of a very different woman. I'll bet you even grow to enjoy it
No! I'll hate it!
Here, that plastic bottle in your hand, face forward, don't look, and toss it behind you over your shoulder. There now didn't that feel fun?
No!
Ok, take my bottle, before you throw it, where would you like it to land? No objections, pick a place.
uhhh, behind the back seat on top of the boot.
Mmmm, not much to aim for even if you were looking, difficult throw, try it
.... Ohhhh, no, I thought ... almost
Wasn't that fun?
This isn't fair!
Ha ha ha
The first two of many. From now on I forbid you to take used, finished items from this car without my explicit permission. We'll see how bad it gets but maybe after 6 months I'll pay to have your car cleaned.
[laughing] No! I can't believe this is happening!
OK enough, pre-drive checks?
Yes, the mirrors are good actually!
No, I mean make-up
Hee hee, yes sir
Maybe I'll get you a custom car sun visor on your side, one that's all mirror, including a small section that does that real up close magnification.
Ha, you wouldn't?
Yes, actually I should get one for your side of my car too
Ha! No!
Ok, serious question, how often do you check your make-up before and after driving?
Sometimes before, sometimes after, some drives both, some drives neither.
Ok, from now on, unless you are blocking someone, you have to check before and after, and you also have to do a touch up.
Oh my God? Ok, but I think I look good ... but ...
... you look fantastic ...
... BUT! But if I MUST [side eye] then I will do my lipstick again
Good girl
[small voice] yes
Also buy an extra supply of whatever make-up utilities you would normally have, wipes, bases, I don't know, whatever your favorites are and keep a stash in your glove box
Hmmm, can I have the money?
Yes. And whenever I see the inside of that glove box it shouldn't be well-ordered. it should be a mess of random things at random angles all over the place. When you drive around a corner or over a bump I want to be able to hear them clattering
Hee hee Stop! Enough for today!
I'm really looking forward to there being discarded make-up paraphenalia in all the floorwells
No!
Admit it, you're going to love people seeing the inside of your car, and maybe they'll be too polite to say anything, but they'll be thinking, you live like this?
Oh God! Too much!
That was a lot for one day, but it is a new car day, always a big day.
True
Ok dummy, let's go
Yay! Hee, hee ... yay! dummy!
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Ford x Bill? Nah
Fiddleford x Ford? Nah
What if I present to you⊠Fiddleford x Bill
What then, huh? Like think how toxic that would be, espically if itâs post- falling into the portal yet pre full on blind-eye
Theyâre both so desperate to erase the past and to pretend everythingâs fine with a fun little dash of mania and lack of self-care
Like imagine how batshit of a duo!
Hereâs a writing of their first official meeting:
Fiddleford didnât know what to with himself, pacing a hole in the floor as he tried to calm his unraveling thoughts. It had been nearly a week since last heâd even see Ford and he just, he just didnât know what to fucking do!
Heâd helped him, God, heâd helped Ford build a goddamned doomsday device! Who knows what damage had been done!? What could come out of that damned hole in reality! What if Ford opened it again!? What ifâ if that⊠that thing came through!
He, he couldnât go home! He didnât have a fucking home to go back to anymore! Heâd given so much, for so fucking much andâ and look where it had gotten him! Fiddleford thought, oh how heâd thought, that this would work out, that maybe he could, could what? The divorce had already gone through, heâd essentially run off with so many damned promises he could have never kept even if he wanted toâŠ
He crumbled to his knees, clutching at his hair with ragged breaths, heâ he just wanted to forgetâ
So occupied with his own spiraling, he didnât even realize as his body gave into the exhaustion driving him for the last few days. As the world went gray and still. As someoneâ or rather somethingâ else entered the room.
âWell, well, well!â
Fiddleford jolted, mouth dry. âH-HelloâŠ?â His voice was barely a whisper as his heart skipped a beat. He turned and was met with something odd, and he almost felt glad for the absurdity of it, if it wasnât so damn familiar.
It was a golden, little triangle⊠in a top hat and bow tie of all things�
âWhat? Cat got your tongue?â
The way this thingâs voice carried, the sugar-sweet wrongness of its tone, that one ever-watching eye. Something in his subconscious withered away from it, his eyes widening. âI know you,â he said, and he hated himself for it, to even give this thing the time of day.
âIs that so, wise guy!â
The⊠floating triangle (at least it didnât have any horrid claws or fangs from what he could tell) drifted down to be face to⊠face (?) with him. That one cat-slit pupil never glancing away for even a second, burning that blank stare straight through his very soul.
He shriveled in on himself, this felt wrong. Wrong and dangerous andâŠ
Triangles⊠triangles with. With. With one eye.
Fiddleford wanted to throw up. He knew where heâd seen this thing before. Glass stained windows, prisms, statues, murals with symbols and markings too damn neat and tidy, carvings and drawings andâ
A portal.
A triangular portal. With that. That one staring eye. Endless screaming, fires burning, things that were strange and horrible and wrong.
âYouâŠâ He scrambled backwards, âYouâre the one that helped him m-make that damned portal! Youâre the oneâ youâreââ
âThe names Bill, Bill Cipher! Just donât go and wear it out!â
Bill Cipher. So thatâs what it was called. âW-What, what do you want!? Iâ I, I ainât helpin, helpinâ with that damnâ!â
It cut him off with a laugh, and oh, he flinched. It was such a grating, shrill sound. Wrong and cruel and joyish.
âNow, now! Chill out, pal!â
It leaned an arm against his shoulder, that eye narrowing.
âYeesh! Would you look at those bags, ha, whatcha been up to there, buddy? I thought you meat sacks needed to sleep!â
The man didnât respond, watching its every move tensely. âBillâ seemed to grow annoyed with that.
âHello? Am I talking to thin air here, specs? I said, whatcha been up to pal.â
Billâs voice dipped low and something in him told him to answer, otherwise, things would go very, very wrong.
âI-I, Iâ Iâve, itâs, it hasnât been, uh, b-been easy to, to sleepâŠâ
âAw, what a bummer! Well, lookey-here, specs, but it seems your little chit-chat with my star-A pupilâs gone a little sour, so howâs about we talk about that, hm?â
Who⊠âF-FordâŠ?â
The entity brightened, quite literally. The darn thing glowed like a star.
âWell would you look at that! You do still have half a mind rolling around in there afterall, though who knows how much longer thatâll last you! Ha!â
âW-What?â
The demon waved him off, drifting off to kick back and relax.
âDonât worry about it, specs! Letâs get back on topic, because it seems youâve gone and made poor ole Sixer go a bit⊠off the rails. Honestly, itâs like you told him it would be the end of the world or something!â
He rose, feeling somewhat defensive, âW-Well if, if youâre the lunatic that, that h-helped him make that damned portal, t-then good riddance! Go, go and bother someone else!â
It laughed, it fucking laughed at him. Fiddleford bared his teeth, âThe hell ya laughinâ at you damned varmint! Donâtcha understand English! G-Get out!â
It turned to him, suddenly inches from his face.
âYou know, Iâd choose your next words very, very carefully. Iâm offering you an opportunity here! You havenât even let me talk yet! Jeez!â
The thing drifted back, small and cheerful once again, it waving its hand about.
âFordseyâs practically a mess without you around! And not to mention⊠difficult. So howâs about we go over there and cheer him up, howâs about it!â
Fiddleford quietly shook his head, stepping back. He couldnâtâ he couldnât go back there, heâ
âUgh, fine. Be like that, Iâll just have to find a snake thenâŠâ
âW-Whatâ?â He blinked, and he was once more alone in his room, staring at nothing. One trembling hand came to clutch at his head. He was fucking losing it.
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Skeleton is waiting for S/O inside his car. Suddenly, a perfect stranger opens the door and invites themself in, starting to complain about random things. They then notice they're in the wrong car and leave in a hurry, apologizing.
I swear I answered something similar before but I can't find it :'), so uh, here you go again I guess.
Undertale Sans - His mind goes blank from shock and he just... stares in confusion. What? Before he can even process what's happening, the person apologizes and flees the car. ... Did he dreamt all of this? He's not sure. That was weird.
Undertale Papyrus - "HUM... EVEN IF I AM VERY GLAD TO MAKE NEW FRIENDS... WHO ARE YOU AGAIN?" The guy freezes, then opens and closes his mouth like a goldfish. Papyrus is a little concerned and asks them if he can drive them somewhere because they seem a little too much in shock to go home by themselves. S/O is so confused why there's a random guy looking like a trapped rabbit in the back of the car when they're coming back.
Underswap Sans - Ok, that's very funny. What is even more amusing is that it's a police car. How the hell did you possibly mess up your car and his? He can't stop laughing long after they're gone. When S/O returns, he can't breathe anymore, just wheezing whenever you say something to him. You're a little concerned.
Underswap Papyrus - He squeezes himself against his own door, looking like a deer in the lights of a car. Honey is terrified and he has no idea what to say. He just T-poses, his eyes frantically searching for his S/O outside. He needs help. Please. When the guy finally leaves, he is so relieved he wants to cry. S/O is confused as to why he just jumps at their neck for a cuddle the second they're back. He needs his emotional support human right now.
Underfell Sans - "uh, t'hell ya're doing?" he says with a cavernous voice that makes the poor stranger jumps out of his bones. As they run away, Red smirks evilly, glad his big voice is still working. Well, with strangers. He tries it on S/O the second they're back and they just kiss him answering the same tone. He doesn't know if he should feel offended.
Underfell Papyrus - He growls, frowning. Intruder. An intruder in his own car. Are you trying to steal his car? He's so confused when as soon as you see him, you throw yourself out of the car and crawls away as fast as you can. What kind of thief is this? He didn't even threaten you yet. That's quite pathetic. He's mad he didn't get his epic fight and puts dark metal on the car radio at full volume to show his unhappiness.
Horrortale Sans - He just tilts his head, confused. Did he forget something? That's embarrassing. He has no idea who you are and just plays along as the guy says he's sorry he's late but that he's ready to make his taxi course now. Oak is even more confused when the guy starts the car... You're trying to abandon his S/O's behind? That won't do. He grabs the wheel with his big hand and growls in the guy's ear. You're not leaving without S/O. S/O is so confused when she comes back and sees a random man in the driving seat, terrified, as Oak is blocking them from moving off their seat.
Horrortale Papyrus - He raises a non-existent eyebrow then just taps the guy's shoulder. The stranger turns around and screams bloody murder when they see his face, before running out of the car, screaming a monster wants to eat them. Well, that was rude. Willow pouts, a bit uncomfortable as everyone is now staring at the car. Please come back soon... He hates it.
Swapfell Sans - He hisses loudly at the stranger, throwing himself on the wheel to protect the car. The stranger blinks at him and then slowly backs away. Yeah! Flee! You didn't surprise him at all as he was falling asleep! You have no proof!
Swapfell Papyrus - Oh that's good. He takes his phone and starts to record. The face of the guy is priceless when they notice they're not in the right car. Rus loses his shit. That's the funniest thing ever, he's so glad he caught this on camera. He's sending the video to S/O to divert them while they're waiting for their medical appointment.
Fellswap Gold Sans - "No." he says, before kicking the poor stranger out of the car, closing the door, and locking it. He then growls at the stranger by the window. Yeah, get out of here before he comes to show you whose territory this is.
Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He is slowly panicking. So, he was in the back of the car, sleeping, and didn't wake up when the door opened, thinking it was S/O. It was not S/O. He's in the middle of nowhere with a stranger and he is freaking out. He's too scared to say something so he just takes out his phone and text Wine a "i'm getting kidnapped i think" "THE HELL YOU MEAN YOU THINK? WHERE ARE YOU?" "in a car with a stranger. no idea where i was sleeping when he kidnapped me". Great. Wine is going to call every police station around so they save his brother.
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When We Were Young
Part 4
Ex Eddie Munson X reader
Other parts : 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6.
Intro: 5 years have past since you packed up and left behind Hawkins. Well not all of it, as the people you met there are still a huge part of your life. But it's been 5 years since you had set a foot in the small town, 5 years since you left him.And now after all that time you were back.
Warning: angst, language, mentions of suicide, miscarriages, self harm, mental health.Arguments. Mentions of break ups. Female identity reader. Use of y/n
Bold parts are flashbacks
Word count: 3.4 k
A/n: please only read if you are in a good place, I wouldn't want this story to trigger or hurt anyone. I'm so sorry this took so long to write, I hope having some good flashbacks makes up for that.
Not Prove Read
It had been two weeks since you'd been back, with planning for the new school year, catching up with your family, seeing the Harrington's, and occasionally seeing your old friends, you hadn't had a chance to see Eddie. Not that he hadn't been consuming your thoughts, but having people around really helped that. However, your distractions were getting fewer and fewer as time went on. The younger members of your group were going back to school. Lucas went back to Kentucky last week, and Max and Will back to New York to study art two days ago. Mike and Jane went back to California yesterday. The settlement money coming to use for all the younger kids.
Dustin had left it as late as he could as he didn't want to miss a moment with you or his friends. Besides it's not like he had far to travel he went to Indiana Tech which was about an hour away from home. He was offered scholarships to ivy league schools, but he felt too guilty to take them. He worried that if he left the state something would happen and he wouldn't be there to fix it this time.
In his first year he travelled to school, but this year he was staying there. Eddie and Steve had convinced him that he needed to undergo the proper college experience and he was not going to do that in his mom's house. Especially with how anxious she was about everything he did, where he was, the fact that he couldnât own a car despite having a driving license. Which is why he knew what they were saying was right. He needed a change, but he was also thankfully it was not too far away his anxiety couldn't survive that. He was glad he could come back whenever he needed, which might be sooner rather than later he thought as he still hadnât spoken to Eddie since that night. He had tried many times but was met with silence. Eddie could be very dramatic so Dustin knew he would cool down eventually he just needed time. But today he had to leave he couldnât wait for Eddie to talk to him anymore.
You turn the key walking into the Harringtonâs house. You would knock but Nancy and Steve told you, this is as much your home as it is theirâs so you come anytime you wanted. You did at least try to announce your arrival though as you never wanted to impose on them. Today was different as the pair knew you were coming to watch their three-year-old Rosie, while Nancy was at work and Steve took Dustin to college.
Steve was in the living room on the phone looking worried, tapping his foot rapidly, he looked up at you and slammed the phone back into the receiver. âI was trying to call youâ. You look at your watch confused âam I late?â he shakes his head. âNo it's just Nancy got in a car accident-â. You felt nerves fill your body, the same expression of worry on your face as his. âIs she okay?â. He nods slightly âthey said it's just a slight concussion, and a few cuts but they need to keep her a few hours for observationsâ. As soon as you heard those words relief started to wash away the anxiety. You were still slightly upset that she was hurt but you were glad it wasn't anything serious. But you knew Steve all too well how he panicked about the people he loved, it was understandable with everything he had been through. âWhat are you waiting here for? Go. I've got Rosie as long as you needâ. He hugs you, then grabs his jacket and keys.
You felt as if you were forgetting something like an annoying scratch you couldn't itch. Scratching away at your brain. Dustin. You almost forgot the reason you came to watch Rosie in the first place. âShould I ring Dustin and let him know?â. Steve opened the front door âno it's fine, I've already rang, Eddie is taking himâ. You nod. Hoping he doesn't see you cringe at the mention of your exâs name.
Beep. Beep. Dustin looked outside the window to see his friend. Well with how Eddie had been avoiding him he wasn't sure what their relationship was. At least now he would get a chance to talk to the headstrong man before he went to college. Eddie showed no sign that he was getting out of the car, which made Dustin worry he would have to move all of the boxes to his van by himself. He didnât have many as he tried to keep the packing light, since it was a shared dorm room. But they were still heavy boxes, and at least five of them. Plus a suitcase. Maybe this was Eddieâs way of punishing him.
Dustin bent down to get the first box which was full of engineering books, his knees made a clicking sound on the way down. It hurt a bit but he powered through exiting the front door over to Eddieâs car. Only now the man wasnât in the front seat he was standing by the back of the van with a cigarette in his mouth. He pulled the box from Dustinâs hand and put it in the trunk. Dustin thanked the man but he still said nothing, he just nodded to show he had heard him. Eddie walked over to Dustinâs house and started to retrieve the boxes. Keeping the cigarettes lit and in his mouth. Now and then using his hand to pull it out to tap the ash. It felt like a slap in the face for Dustin who had tried so hard to get Eddie to quit, and maybe that was why Eddie was doing it, another form of punishment. The reality was he smoking because he was stressed, and the slight burn to his throat was enough to ease the thought even for a second.
When all the bags were secured in the back of the van they set off. The tension could be cut with a knife. Eddie didnât hate Dustin, he was just scared that he was losing him to you as well, which had no real logic behind it. In fact with how Eddie had been ignoring his friend, he was causing the problem himself. Having enough of the awkward tension Dustin decided to be the bigger person, âso howâs the bar?â Eddie nods âgoodâ. Eddie wanted to hit himself why was he being so awkward itâs like recently he couldnât get rid of his foul mood. Since you had come back a dark cloud had formed over his life.
He still didnât understand if you could come back now why couldnât you come back before? Maybe then you both could have fixed things. âWe really need to get you a car, canât have me and Harrington being your chauffeurs foreverâ he tries to joke but the tone of his voice doesnât show that. Dustin agrees; thankful to hear Eddieâs voice even if he wasnât a cheery one. It was better than the silent treatment.
Dustin was going to use this time stuck in a car with Eddie to his advantage. The worse that could happen is he wouldnât talk to him again, with him going to college it was now or never. âAbout that night at Steveâs-â Eddie turns his radio up to ignore the conversation. For years everyone had avoided talking about you, now he would have to get used to hearing your name again. However, nothing could prepare him for the hurt just a name could cause. Dustin lowered the radio âtrust me I know you donât wanna hear about her but the reality is sheâs here now. So wouldnât it be better to be able to vent or ask any questions to someone you trust?â. Dustin was always too smart for his own good, of course, what he was saying was right, not that Eddie wanted to admit that. Dustin had been the only person that had seen him break down about it and he never told anyone. I guess thatâs what hurt him the most that night at Harringtonâs, Dustin had seen how hurt he was about this, but from the looks of it seemed like he and you were still friends it didnât make sense.
He banged on Dustinâs door again and again until he got an answer. The young boy answered, still in his pjs as it was three in the morning. He came to the door quickly scared someone had happened with the upside down again. What he didnât expect to see was Eddie with bloodshot eyes, panicked. Before he had time to ask questions Eddie was speaking. âDo you know where she is?â. Shit, maybe it was the upside-down Dustin thought. âWe fought, she couldnât have just left like that, thatâs not what people do. Do they?â. Dustin couldnât understand fully what was happening but he knew it was about you, he had never seen Eddie looking like this, he looked worse than when he was accused of murder. âEddie why donât you come inside, we can figure this out togetherâ. Tears started to pour from Eddieâs eyes so many that he felt like he was choking on them.
âI donât get itâ Eddie mutters under his breath if it wasnât for the tight conforms of the van Dustin might have not heard it. âWhich part?â. Eddie pulls the van to a stop at a red light and looks over at his younger friend âall of itâ. There is quietness in the car. Dustin doesnât know what to say. It wasnât a question so he isnât sure how to answer, or even if there was a right answer. There wasn't a book to help him explain all of this or if there was he hadn't found it yet. Eddie was sick of the silence and glad for the green light so he doesn't have to look at Dustin when he speaks. âWhat happened?â Dustin sighs âI didnât expect you to come, I was trying to warn-â. Eddie grips the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turn white. âThatâs not what I meanâ. Dustin didnât want to betray your trust but Eddie was his best friend so he was in an awkward situation. âI donât know.â The man took his eyes off the road for a second to glare at his friend âbullshitâ. Even with his eyes back on the road, Dustin was still scared.
He knew he had to tell the truth but even he didnât know that. He only knew what Steve revealed while drunk one night. âShe- â, Eddie didnât want to be lied to anymore he needed the truth, maybe it would help the nightmares. âI honestly donât know muchâ. Eddieâs nostrils flared, as he sighed. âPlease donât lie to meâ. Dustin couldnât bare to look at his friend so he looked out the window âIâm not, all I know is she had⊠I donât knowâŠ. A breakdown or something⊠it was bound to happen to one of us⊠you know what this place can do to you, so she ran and I donât exactly blame her. She seems so much better⊠but whenever you or the upside-down or Hawkins was mentioned I could see this pain behind her eyes. I knew that look well, Iâd seen it in the mirror but it seemed worse for her.â
Eddie felt like a knife had been pierced through his chest, you were suffering and he didnât even notice. Was it after the fight? Before? Had the fight pushed you over the edge? If only you would had talked to him maybe he could have helped. Why did you have to be so difficult? Maybe he was the difficult one. Maybe if he would have talked to you more, you wouldn't have ran. For years he had convinced himself you had abandoned him, you were the bad guy but maybe it was always more complex than that.
It had been a couple of hours since you had heard from Steve, despite him saying it wasn't severe, with the lack of communication you had started to worry. You were also not sure what to tell Rosie, so you tried different ways to distract her. Watching her favourite film, the little mermaid on repeat. Have a tea party, baking and now your least favourite game question time with a 3-year-old. It was at moments like this you could tell who her mother was. She had started with the easy question favourite colour? favourite princess? The best my little pony? Who was your Favourite 3-year-old? Now she had started on the more hard-hitting questions and it's not like you could avoid answering, because she would pester you with âwhyâ until she got a response.
âDo you have a husband?â you shake your head, surprised she could say such a big word and even more surprised by the question. âno, do you think I need one?â. The little girl considered the question â it would make you happyâ. There were a lot of layers to the girl's question and even more with her response. You wanted to tell the girl you didn't need a man to be happy but she was three and obsessed with Disney princesses, you weren't sure she would understand. So you poke her sides to tickle her and tell her âI get to spend time with my favourite person, I'm very happyâ. The girl pout and shakes her head. âNot like mommy and daddyâ. You smile, not wanting to get into your need to be single with a child. In fact, you didn't want to admit out loud that you were scared to be in a relationship, that deep down you never got over- no you could not think that. âWell that's because mommy and daddy are like prince charming and Cinderella. I'm like the fairy godmother. The fairy godmother is happy to help others and doesn't have a husbandâ.
The girl crosses her arms, and pouts her lips more. She looked adorable, but she didn't look in the mood to be told that. âNo you are a princess, not a fairy godmotherâ she stated like a fact that you should know. The truth is it had been so long since you felt special that it felt weird for someone to describe you this way. The compliment from a three-year-old meant an awful lot to you, more than you would like to admit.
A week before the events that led to Eddie being accused of murder, you had been feeling super unwell. You weren't sure what was wrong with you, maybe it had something to do with your missed period but you were too scared to find out. You were lying on Eddie's bed not wanting to move. He had assumed you were about to get your period as this is how you would usually act during that time, so he got all of your comfort snacks. You groaned when he turned on the light. âI'm sorry princess, but I brought snacks does that make up for itâ. You grumble âit depends on the snackâ he hands the bag over to you, which is filled with your favourites, you root through it âI guess you're forgivenâ. You spot a red shiny package, you read the writing âring popâ.
Pulling it out you show it to him âyou better not be proposing when I feel like deathâ he shakes his head, âno when I propose I promise it will be the cheesy thing ever, that has ever happened. The more embarrassing for you, the betterâ. You fake laugh at him, but aren't able to wipe the smile off your face at the thought of your future together. âI guess it's kind of a promise that one day you will be my wife...I like the sound of that, my wifeâ â he gets on the bed with you pulling you into his chest. Eddie Munson was truly the sweetest boy around. Maybe having a child would be too bad if you had him holding your hand through it.
You gesture to yourself up and down âyou sure you want to make a promise that like that when I look like this?â he nudges your knee teasingly âwell you know what they say for better... Or worseâ. You playfully hit his arm pretending to be annoyed. âWell, now I'm definitely not sharing my snacks with you.â
You nod choosing to agree with the girl to hopefully move her on to the next question. âWhy you not live here before?â oh God maybe the relationship question was better. âBecause I lived in Englandâ. The girl looks confused âwhy?â you smile. How could you decide anything that happened to a small child when it was confusing enough for you to understand? âBecause I didn't want my aunt to be aloneâ. You knew what word was going to come from Rosie's mouth next âwhy?â
âBecause- ummâ you had begun to speak out of instinct but you didn't know what to say. âMummy says you were sad. I missed you. made daddy sad, and me sadâ. Don't cry. Whatever you don't cry. You are grown-up, you have to stay strong. Rosie was smart for her age but there was still a world of hurt you wanted to protect her from. You lift her onto your lap hugging her âI'm sorry, sometimes being a grown-up is hard. And we have to be a little mean to be happyâ. Before she could say the same phrase you spoke again âbecause life isn't always far but it can be amazing when it wants to beâ. The girl didn't speak again she just pondered the words not completely understanding but wanting to show she was a big enough girl to get it. You could see a frown forming on her face, so you gently rubbed it away. âDon't worry, it's confusing for grown up tooâ.
The front door opened bringing an end to the conversation you two were having. The girl jumped off your lap running to her parents. She cuddles Nancyâs leg. You follow behind, thankful to see your friend only with a few scratches. You hug her too, quickly and carefully to not get in the way or kick Rosie. âThatâs not far you can't look that pretty after a car accidentâ. She pushes you away. âHa ha very funnyâ. You shake your head âI'm not jokingâ you look down at the little girl âsee I told you, your mommy was Cinderellaâ. Steve straightens his back and pretends to flex his muscles âdoes that make me prince charming?â he made it too easy sometimes. âNo, that makes you the pumpkinâ.
Eddie and Dustin had been stuck in the car for an hour and a half, since the unexpected reveal, they hadn't said much. Or at least Eddie hadn't heard much, all he could think about was you. Which wasn't a change as you had been all he thought about since you came back, but these thoughts came with new feelings, guilt, and confusion. They finally pulled to a stop outside the dorms. Dustin was about to get out when Eddie put his hand out to stop him. âWhat should I do?â. Dustin shrugs âI don't think they are any answer for that, you are two broken people. I'm not sure even one of you can fix that, but maybe being nicer would be a startâ.
Eddie nods, âwhen did you get so smart?â. Dustin smiled, the Eddie he knew and loved was there, even if it was only briefly. âI'm surprised I haven't lost brain cells being friends with youâ. The man laughed, he couldn't even pretend to care about the insult. The thing is no matter if they bicker or fight the two were brothers nothing would change that. And only now the realisation was kicking in that Eddie had been so stubborn about feeling betrayed, that he had missed the time he could have spent enjoying his best friend's last weeks in town before he moved. Of course, he wasn't far and they would still talk. But he wonders how many problems he would solve if he should stop being so stubborn, believing he was always right when he never had any of the answers.
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November 2023 update: I do not post about tradem movement anymore, nor do I count myself a part of it. Real-life tradfem movement and real-life tradmen ruined the idea for me.
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After yesterday, I feel like a have to clear some things up for people who feel like they need to categorise everything and everyone under neat little labels.
I love traditional femininity and traditional gender roles.
But
I am a feminist. I want women to have the same rights that men are allowed. I want women to have the opportunity for being educated, driving, for having their own bank accounts, for having the opportunity to work, earn money and vote.
I am for women having a choice about what to do with their lives. I want them to look at all the possibilities, to try them all and to see what fits them the most. Do they want to be a career lady? Amazing. Do they want to be a stay at home wife? Wonderful. Do they want children? Beautiful. Do they not want children? Great. Do they want to be feminine or more masculine - like? It's all women's choice.
Believe me, I'm very grateful for everything that I own in the 21st century. I'm glad that I could say 'no' to the marriage to a boy who manipulated me at 17 and chose to go to university instead, and that I have an opportunity to open a website and find a job to support myself. I came to the whole idea of traditional femininity and wanting to have a family of my own after 7+ years of studying and working. It's an informed choice with many ways out in case it doesn't work out.
But it's a choice nonetheless.
And I might even change my mind again because guess what? People grow up and change their lives all the time.
And I want every woman to have this informed choice and to choose what that woman wants.
I will never demean any woman's choice for happiness, be it a successful career or being a stay at home mother. Never. Everyone chooses their happiness.
Every woman should have as much choice as a man does. It's as easy as that.
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At least as far as Karen can tell. She doesnât, in fact, have closed captioning on for the noise in Henâs head. Marriage teaches you a lot about a person, but itâs not that enlightening.Â
âIâm scared,â Hen admits. âIâm scared of what will happen if we donât have a safe place for our boy anymore.â
Karenâs expression softens.Â
âBabe, this is the world now. I donât⊠I donât know if thereâs somewhere safer than here. Maybe there is. Athena, Maddie, and Eddie didnât seem to think so.â
Thatâs a very good point. Theyâve seen much more of post-zombie America. Hen has seen⊠Well, Sunport and the surrounding areas.Â
âYouâre right,â Hen sighs. âWe could be screwed.â
âThat is not what Iâm saying!â Karen swats at her shoulder.
âThen what?â Hen asks. âBecause I donât know what to think right now, Karen. I⊠Maybe I need you to tell me what to do right now.â
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âEddie, Iâm certain,â she says. âItâs okay to need help for once.â
Eddie gets that. He does. Actually, the 118 taught him that. But⊠Well, heâs not sure when itâs okay to need her. Not with their new divorce-pending dynamic. But he supposes sheâs saying now. Now itâs okay to need her. When their mutual friend and the man they both know Eddie loves just puked blood at his own party, and Eddie doesnât have it in him to put their son to bed and pretend heâs fine.Â
So Eddie nods. âThank you. Iâd really appreciate that.â
She smiles. âIâll follow you home.â
âChris,â Eddie says. âDo you want to drive with Mom?â
Maybe then he can take a moment to feel his anxiety.
Chris smiles at Shannon. âOkay!â
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Eddie visits Buck at the hospital shortly after Maddie is done berating him. Or, maybe sheâs being reasonable. Buck canât tell right now.Â
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âUh, Iâm the firefighter from last night? With Dove?â
âRight!â Angie replies. âRight. You! How can I help you, Evan?â
âI was calling to ask after Dove. Just wanted to make sure sheâs okay, after last night.â
A call he should have made over six years ago.Â
âOh! Oh, thatâs so nice,â Angie says. âSheâs good. No health issues. Just like the doctors said to expect.âÂ
âIâm really glad to hear that,â Buck says. âHas she been placed with a foster family? You know, without the group home?â
âNo, she hasnât,â Angie says sadly. âThereâs a shortage of homes right now. She and the other kids from the group home that burnt down are being spread amongst the cityâs other group home facilities.âÂ
Buck feels sick. A shortage of homes? And Hen and Karen were able to be stripped of their license so easily. That's bullshit.Â
He doesnât say this to Angie.
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Oh, fuck.Â
Eddie stiffens, like the response of a schoolboy who has been caught not paying attention in class. How can he possibly provide a satisfactory answer?Â
âUhâŠâ Eddie struggles. âWell, my therapist said it would be good for me. And I trust him, most of the time. So, Iâm here. As for goals? Uh, I donât know. For it to be good for me, like he said?â
âOkay,â Jodie nods. âGood for you how?âÂ
Well, fuck, Jodie. That wasnât the original question. Was it?
âI guess Iâll find out,â Eddie dodges saying anything more specific.Â
Jodie nods, sensing she wonât get more from him right now. She moves on to the others. Anton gives a very vague answer, similar to Eddieâs. Wren talks a bit about feeling like an imposter in their life since discovering their gender identity two years ago. Eddie⊠Well, he sort of gets the imposter thing. Even if heâs pretty secure in his gender.Â
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my humble onions on That One Bit Of Dialogueâą (you know the part) from that spooky Nibel sidequest
Prefacing this by saying I'm very chill with whatever they decide to end up doing with Vincent as long as it's interesting and not just "surprise twist for the sake of surprise twist" if u get what I mean. And seeing other theories is fun! So I thought I might share my own
But my personal first impression when he said he'd had plenty of chances to pull the trigger but couldn't doesn't necessarily mean he's talking about literally shooting sephiroth. I parsed it more as a "I knew very well that something was likely to go awry with Sephiroth even if the Jenova detail wasn't known to me, I knew that Lucrecia had chosen to experiment on her unborn child, I knew that with Hojo involved it was going to be a disaster, I knew I knew I knew. But I still couldn't bring myself to stop any of it from happening because I couldn't bear to hurt her."
From what I remember from that sit-down at the table flashback scene in Dirge, he was aware that Something was going to happen to this child but he couldn't have known what. If we're going to follow the line of pulling the trigger literally, I felt like it was more aimed at Hojo in that he regrets he didn't shoot first... My man's could've negated like All of FF7 if he'd beaten Hojo to the punch lmfaoghskhg
Vincent very much does not and has never come across as someone to kill a child or consider doing so, sure he was a turk but I feel like the whole thing with Reno after the plate drop was supposed to drive home that as much as they know certain abhorrent things are part of their job, it doesn't mean that they necessarily want to or feel good about it.
I am certainly interested still in what's gone on in the remakes with his situation of what we previously knew as him sleeping for his sins - the room itself didn't seem like it'd been untouched for 30 years and he had that speaker that let him hear yuffie and barret bantering in the elevator... If he had it as a way of alerting him to intruders, and that it would wake him up, then perhaps there was a literal "I failed to shoot" moment when the Nibelheim Incident was about to happen. He'd have known there was people down there when Sephiroth holed himself up if that was the case, maybe he considered it at that point but hesitated for several reasons
But then again! They kept Crisis Core 1:1, and when Zack finds the coffin, unless Vincent was feigning it to be anti-social, he seemed pretty out cold. So maybe he only started to actively move around/have that speaker *after* the Nibelheim Incident because it tore at him to know that something so tragic happened so close and yet he did nothing because he was asleep... So it was a choice made to be more vigilant? Who knows!
This is kinda rambly and somewhat out of order which I apologise for. It's not even my full thoughts about this damn character, we'd be here all day if I unravelled it all in detail! But I do think that, provided Dirge doesn't get retconned completely, it's likely he considers his gravest sin regarding Sephiroth was that he didn't intervene to divert the poor child's fate before it was even born. And when I say intervene I mean stop the experiment from proceeding rather than tucking his tail and letting the woman he cared for make One Real Fucked Up Choice (that's a part of Lucrecia I appreciated and kind of really hope they don't lighten or retcon about her - the way her ambition and drive was her greatest strength but also her worst traits in that it meant her sense of ethics and the like was tossed to the wayside in favour of Progressâą and Scienceïżœïżœïżœ.)
Who knows honestly! I'm just glad we got to see him and that he's not optional anymore <3 and that he's a dork besides! I'm also very interested in his left eye... There's some parts where his left eye is much more open than his right when he's wincing or when he back flipped out of the coffin... We've seen he can close them both properly but that small detail felt intentional so I guess we'll seeeeee
I wrote this more as a tossing my 2 cents into the pool, and to organise some of my thoughts I suppose... Cid and Vincent were the two parts I was most excited for with Rebirth and after having completed it as well as side quests and the QB storyline I have much 2 think about...
If you read all the way to here then I appreciate u sticking with my rambling... I am mentally unwell about that tragic old man đ«Ą
#vincent valentine#ff7 rebirth#ff7r spoilers#ff7 rebirth spoilers#ive been back and forth about posting this for a few days but i figured i may as well#its under a cut so anyone who isnt interested can easily move along đ#anyway ive had a blast with rebirth to the point im ready to replay it already lmao#the little differences and the added depth and details they introduced foe the party gives me so much#to chew on... yummy delicious
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It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr đ„ł
*Jeremy voice* bloody hellâŠ
10 years seems like a lifetime ago for me. I moved across the world back to my home country, and Top Gear as we knew it had come to an end not long after. Then we got The Grand Tour. This blog went crazy as I spam posted about both shows, cool cars, and of course Clarkson, Hammond and May. Iâm glad I have a space here still to freak out about it, and that others appear to resonate with it lol.
Ok, what the hell, hereâs my life story with Top Gear if anyone cares;
I started watching Top Gear in 2012 when my boyfriend at the time gave me all the episodes from his hard drive, and I watched them over and over. New episodes premiered since then and I watched them too, I remember when I was away on holiday and went back to my room to watch Tom Hiddleston as the star in the reasonably priced car as soon as it dropped lol.
Top Gear became a comfort show for me during my lowest times, making me laugh when I felt like I couldnât. It made me miss my home country even more because it was undeniably and unapologetically British. When I finally moved back and started again, I had no friends for a while. So they filled the void, whenever they did the news or squabbled over cars, it felt like listening to banter with friends. When they were raging and screaming during challenges, I laughed and felt like I was in the passengerâs seat along for the ride. When theyâd go to different countries, it made me fall in love with those places. I still really, REALLY want to go to Vietnam because of Top Gear, they really captured the beauty of that country. Hopefully one day I can go there and see it for myself.
Idk man, I love these three idiots, and their crew for giving us the entertainment. They didnât have to go this hard on (( ͥ° ÍÊ ÍĄÂ°)) everything they do, but they did that for us, and I am very, VERY grateful for that. This show still cheers me up, I watch it on iplayer now (cos some of the files on my hard drive no longer play lol) and itâs given me a lot of writing inspiration as well.
Hopefully I get to meet the guys one day, or at least one of them, just to say thanks for the pokey little motoring show that gave that lonely and depressed 17/18 year old girl some hope and laughs. 30 year old me still quotes it, and I still laugh like Iâm hearing it for the first time.
I hope this doesnât sound like a goodbye post, cos itâs not. Lol, Iâm not very active on this blog anymore, or on tumblr in general on any of my other accounts, but Iâm still around popping in every now and then to shitpost.
Thanks for reading this far anyway if you did :) I hope my experience resonated with some of you
And on that bombshell,
Goodnight!đ (I am actually writing this at night lmao)
#10 year tumblrversary#tumblr milestone#top gear#tg#gt#the grand tour#suzy plz#chm#clarkson hammond may#clarkson hammond and may#cool story bro#nobody asked but Iâm writing it anyway
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