#i might be on vacation but i did prepare a few things for this week!!!

[iizuumi]

Happy oikage day!!

And happy oikage week! Day 1: Free day

@oikageday

[chahnniesroom]

hoju (home)

pairing: bang chan x female reader

summary: even though chan has been living in korea for so many years, he still considers australia to be home. when he finally has the opportunity to go back and visit, he can't wait to bring you along and introduce you to the people and places that he grew up with.

word count: 4.3k

warnings: none :)

a/n: hoju (호주) is the korean word for australia.

this was a request from my sweet 🦦 anon! thank you for the inspiration, i had fun writing this and i hope that it meets your expectations. sorry that i did not write this in chan's pov 😅 as usual, please let me know if there are any typos or mistakes because i didn't have the chance to proofread 🥲

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Chan has been acting strange lately. Not enough that you're worried, just a little bit suspicious. He's never tried to hide what tabs he has open on his phone before and he's looked deep in thought quite a few times, but when you ask what he's thinking of, he changes the topic quickly. You're curious, but trust that Chan will talk to you when he's ready. Still, you can't quite ignore all of the changes in behaviour.

It's the same tonight. When you look up during dinner, Chan's just stirring around the noodles in his plate, only taking a bite every so often. You frown, trying to think of if you've done anything differently to prepare the food in a way that he doesn't like, but it tastes the same to you as usual. You rule out a lack of appetite, as he had just commented that he was starving while you were cooking.

“Is everything okay?” you ask hesitantly, after a few more minutes have passed.

“What?” Chan looks up, startled by the sound of your voice. “Oh no, everything's fine! Just… thinking.”

“Is it about work? Did something happen?” You know that Chan has been busier than usual this month, the boys have some time off in a few weeks and everybody is scrambling to get things finished in the meantime. You've also requested vacation at work, although so far you and Chan haven't planned anything. In fact, he's been a little bit cagey when you've brought up the topic. You try not to think much of it and really, it's just nice to be able to spend extra time together.

Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if Chan has found out that his break has been cut short or even cancelled. It's rare that they’re able to have more than a few days off at a time which is why you had been so shocked when Chan had let you know that they didn't have schedules for a period of almost three weeks.

It would provide an explanation to everything that you've observed the past few days, you know that he would try his best to fix things before he had to tell you the bad news.

“Well-”

“It's okay if you found out you can't take time off,” you reassure him. “I understand that it's all up to the company and sometimes they change their mind at the last minute. I can just let my work know and take my vacation another time, I'm sure they might even be happy if I'm still around next month.”

“No!” Chan says, his eyes wide in panic. “We still have time off! Don't worry about that. It's actually- How would you feel about visiting Australia with me?”

It's your turn to stare at Chan in shock.

“Australia?”

“Yeah, it's been a while since I went back and-” Chan breaks eye contact, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I thought it'd be nice if I could introduce you to my family, in person.”

“You want me to meet your family? In Australia?” you repeat, dumbly.

“Only if you feel comfortable!” Chan says hurriedly. “I looked into tickets, but didn't book anything yet so it's totally up to you. I also wanted to check if my family was available beforehand and it's pretty good timing actually. If you don't want to, then it's totally fine, I'll probably go for either way and I think Felix is also considering it. It's just that we've been together for a while now and I've met your family and I know that my mom basically considers you to be her daughter-”

“I want to go,” you interrupt, not wanting Chan to spiral further. “I was just surprised, I guess, but of course I want to accompany you.”

Chan brightens at that, then grabs his computer, unlocking it and opening up a spreadsheet. As it loads, he reaches for his chopsticks and takes a huge bite of food. You can't help but smile fondly at the sight of his cheeks bulging with food as he chews, relieved that his appetite is back.

“I didn’t want to get too far ahead of myself, but I was looking at flights, and I think that if we leave on a Tuesday, it might be best. It means we can enjoy the weekend here and still have time to pack everything,” he explains excitedly. “It'll be less busy at the airport too, which will be nice, and it works out well with my parents’ schedules anyway.”

You hum in acknowledgement, content to follow along and take mental notes as Chan reads out everything else that he's thought of so far. He continues planning for the rest of the evening, trailing behind you as you clean up and do your nightly routine, only stopping to help you when you do the dishes and put away the laundry. It's cute how animated he becomes, putting together a long list of all the sites and restaurants that he wants to show you.

You can tell that he's still thinking of it as the two of you curl up in bed that night, every so often you feel him jolt behind you and turn to reach for the little pad of paper and pencil that he often keeps on his nightstand.

Eventually, you turn over and squint at him. He doesn't even pretend to be asleep.

“Hi,” he whispers. “Sorry if I'm keeping you awake.”

“Sleep,” you murmur tiredly. “We have lots of time to plan, get some rest for now and we can talk more tomorrow.”

Chan starts to protest, but you just nuzzle closer, pulling his hands to wrap around you. As you drift off to sleep, you can feel that Chan has finally relaxed too.

—

The two of you spend the first day of break slowly, sleeping in and having a lazy meal of bibimbap from all the banchan taking up space in your fridge. You only venture out of the apartment for dinner, going to your favourite local restaurant that you visit so often that the owner starts making your meals the second that the two of you step through the door. The next couple of days are also easygoing, consisting of shopping, watching dramas, and eventually preparing for your trip.

Throughout the drive to the airport and making your way through security and to your gate, you can tell Chan's a bit on edge even though you and Felix try to assure him that everything will be fine. The three of you are in incognito mode, wearing hats, face masks, and plain clothes but Chan’s still scanning your surroundings the whole time. You, on the other hand, can't help but be excited, bouncing at his side so much that he loops his arm over your shoulders to try and calm you down. Felix is more relaxed and laughs at the stark contrast between the both of you, even filming parts of it since he’s getting footage for a vlog. Luckily you know that any content with you in it is likely to be edited out and don’t bother to hide your eagerness.

While Chan is used to travelling often for concerts and other overseas schedules, you've rarely visited places outside of Korea and have certainly never flown business class. You squeeze Chan's hand when you see your seats, thrilled at the idea of having so much leg room and a divider between the two of you that can also be fully lowered. It keeps you entertained for the whole time before the plane takes off, taking pictures together and reclining your seat up and down until the seatbelt sign turns on.

The flight is over 10 hours, so it doesn't take long before you move your attention to browsing the menu that's available and scrolling through all of the movies on the in-flight entertainment system. Shortly after the dinner meal is served, you start to doze off. Wanting to make the most of the experience, you insist to Chan that you'll be able to stay awake to watch another movie with him, but only make it through the first 30 minutes before you wake up to a dark screen.

You blink up blearily as a flight attendant starts making their way through the aisles, handing out customs forms for everyone to fill out. When you receive yours, you stare at it for a few seconds before realising the problem is not the fact that you're still adjusting to being awake.

“Oh no,” you whisper in horror, causing Chan to glance over at you, concerned.

“What happened?” he asks.

“I didn’t think about practising English before this trip,” you reply, distress leaking into your voice. “The last time that I wrote anything in English was when I was in secondary school… I'm not going to survive in Australia!”

“Hey, it's not an issue, I'll be with you the whole time! You don't have to worry about any of that. And you know enough conversational English to get by, I know you do,” Chan says soothingly.

You refuse to be comforted, burying your face into your hands.

“How am I going to face your parents when I barely know anything other than ‘hi, how are you?’” you moan. “I'm not even going to make it through customs! They're going to arrest me when I can't answer any of their questions!”

You know that you're exaggerating, but it makes Chan laugh so hard that tears gather in the corners of his eyes. You try to keep up your act, but end up dissolving into laughter too at the way that Chan is trying so hard to stay quiet, not wanting to bring attention to you two.

Contrary to your fears, you manage to deplane, get through customs, and collect your luggage without any major issues. You had a moment of anxiety when Chan and Felix split up from you since you have to go into the lineup for foreign passports, but you are somehow able to fumble your way through the conversation with the border officer without being detained.

Felix splits up with you shortly after, you see that his tiredness from the long flight melts away the second that he sees his family. He gives you and Chan both a quick hug to say goodbye before running out to meet them.

Chan lights up in a similar way when he finally spots his parents. They're waiting in the pick-up zone and waves the two of you over quickly. You barely get the chance to say hi before Chan’s mother is enveloping you into a hug.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she says warmly. “Come on, let’s take you home.”

The drive is fairly short and it feels like no time at all before you’re approaching the house. The second that the front door opens, you hear a distinctive scrabble of claws against hardwood before Berry shoots towards Chan, tail wagging furiously. Chan immediately kneels down to give her better access, laughing when she stands on her hind legs to lick at his face.

Once she’s finished with that, she turns to you, barking curiously before moving closer. You stick out a hand for her to get an idea of your scent and try not to jump when you feel the cool, damp press of her nose against your palm. Whatever Berry smells, she approves of, giving you a few quick licks before running back to Chan.

“She’s so cute!” you exclaim, pulling out your phone so that you can take a picture of the reunion. You don't think that Chan even hears you, caught up in talking to Berry, giving her kisses and allowing her to do the same.

“I'll help you with your bags,” Chan's father says from beside you, easily lifting them out of your hands and motioning for you to enter the house. You exchange greetings with both of Chan's siblings as you remove your shoes, familiar with them through video calls and the one time that you met Hannah when she was travelling in Korea.

Chan’s family recently moved so this was also Chan’s first time seeing the house in person, the two of you trailing behind Chan’s father as he gave you a brief tour of the first floor before leading you upstairs. When you get to the guest room that you'll be staying in, Hannah pops her head in.

“Chris doesn’t spend enough time in Australia to have his own room in this house, so you guys are in this room.” She eyes you for a moment and based on the mischievous smile that’s growing, you can guess what she’s about to say. “Y/n, if you get sick of him, then feel free to stay with me instead!”

“Hey!” Chan complains, not even looking up from where he’s unpacking his bag. He grabs onto one of his shirts and chucks it at Hannah, but she easily dodges, throwing one of her slippers at him in retaliation. It hits Chan right in the chest and he looks at her in disbelief. He abandons his task in favour of chasing her throughout the house. You don't follow after, but you hear as their yelling and laughter echoes through the halls.

It’s refreshing to see Chan at home, no matter how comfortable Chan is with the rest of the kids, he’s still the leader of the group and the oldest member and the dynamic of their relationship reflects that. Even though it has barely been a few hours, you’re relieved to find that Chan has left behind the stresses of being an idol and can instead just be a son and an older brother.

His parents are hilarious and kind, it’s easy to see how Chan’s personality is a reflection of the environment that he was raised in. During dinner, you laugh at the way Chan pouts dramatically when Chan’s father pretends to forget about Chan when serving the food and how he groans in pleasure when he finally gets to taste his mother's cooking after so long. Hannah and Lucas continually crack jokes as you eat, especially if they're at Chan's expense and he pretends that he doesn't find them funny.

—

One afternoon you find Chan fiddling with the camera that he’s brought with him. You step up behind him, resting your chin on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Are you planning on filming tonight?” you ask, knowing that Chan was always careful to alert everyone in the house beforehand.

“Not today,” he replies. “Probably tomorrow, when I take out Berry for her morning walk. Did you want to join?”

“Of course!”

“I was thinking of going right after breakfast, before it gets too hot out,” he says as he pulls out the camera battery and fits it into the charger.

“Anywhere in particular you wanted to go?”

“Mmm, maybe by the water? There's a path that's not too far away. I don't want anything that's too close to the house, you know?”

“Good idea.”

“Are you planning on putting it into a vlog?” you ask curiously. "You haven't been filming much.”

"Actually…”

“What? You're making me nervous.”

“I was hoping to use it for a music video,” Chan says sheepishly.

“What?! I'm not qualified for that!! I can't- you need to find someone else-”

“No no, it's going to be fine! It's for a record, not like, an actual music video.”

“I don't know,” you say, still feeling hesitant.

“I promise, I'm going for the casual vibes and it's either you or like, my eomma, and I guarantee that you would do a better job.”

“Okay,” you say reluctantly. “But I can't guarantee it'll come out well.”

“Thank you! I know it'll be great,” Chan says, showering you with kisses in gratitude until you're squirming away.

—

The next morning, Chan’s parents are out, leaving all the kids to prepare food on their own. It's a little chaotic, but you manage to cobble together a decent meal. It's a lot of fun to see how Chan and his siblings interact without their parents around to mediate. You're amazed by how similar the three are, not only in appearance but also the way they behave.

Although much younger, Lucas shares a strong resemblance to Chan, especially once he smiles and shows off matching dimples. They quickly disappear once Chan reaches out and musses up his hair playfully as you’re all cleaning up.

“Chris, stop it,” he complains, pushing his older brother away before trying to fix the strands that are all over the place. It only encourages Chan to move closer, wrapping his arms around his brother and lifting him into the air. When trying to wiggle free doesn’t work, he turns pleading eyes to you, knowing Hannah wouldn't step in to help. “Noona! Get him to let me down!”

The two of you had been awkward the first time you had been left alone, it hadn’t helped that Lucas’ Korean could be considered conversational at best and your English was significantly worse, but you had quickly grown close through attempts to tease Chan. Now, it’s easy to treat him like the little brother you never had.

You approach quickly, trying to avoid Lucas’ flailing limbs, and reach out to poke at Chan’s waist. He twitches away from your touch and when you persist in prodding at all his ticklish spots, unwinds one of his arms to swat at your hand.

The distraction is enough for Lucas to break away and he quickly moves out of reach. Instead of chasing after him, Chan turns his focus to you. You back away nervously, but find yourself with nowhere to go. Chan grabs you and easily slings you over your shoulder, ignoring your shrieks of protest.

“Betrayed by my own girlfriend? I should have known that introducing you to my siblings would just be asking for trouble,” he growls in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Hey! Where are you taking me?” You look to see if his siblings are going to rescue you, but they must be trying to avoid Chan's wrath as you don't see either of them as Chan brings you up to the guest room.

“I am enlisting your help,” he says casually, as if he wasn't carrying you up a flight of stairs and dropping you on the bed. “I would like your advice on what to wear for Berry's walk.”

“Ooh,” you say. “Very important business then, I'm honoured that you would ask me.”

It doesn't actually take much time to get ready, the two of you change into clothes for the heat and you just have to convince Chan that he doesn't have to try to do his hair or makeup. The second that you mention to Berry that you're going for a walk, her tail starts wagging non-stop and she even fetches her leash and drops it in front of you.

Chan doesn't give you much direction for filming, just hands you the camera and tells you to capture whatever you want. The two of you walk hand in hand through the neighbourhood, Berry happily exploring the area. As you get further away from the house, you let go of Chan, motioning for him to continue walking as you turn on the camera and get used to it.

By the time you've reached the waterfront, you're feeling more confident and have a better idea of what you like. You try out different angles, feeling a little bit like paparazzi, and after a few minutes, even try directing Chan too. You let him keep going, wanting to see how far away he'll go before he realises that you're not following. He's almost a block away before he turns back.

“You’re smiling, did it come out okay?” Chan asks as he jogs back towards you.

“Yeah, it was great! I was just thinking that Stay are going to go crazy over this,” you tell him.

“They do really like it whenever they get to see Berry,” he says thoughtfully, picking her up and scratching her head. You burst out laughing at that and Chan frowns in response and goes as far as to cover Berry’s ears, insulted on her behalf. “What? Don’t laugh at that, it’s true! Berry is just so cute.”

“I’m not saying that they don’t like Berry, of course they do. I was more referring to the fact that the video is… domestic. Very boyfriend.”

“Ooh you think that's what Stay are interested in?” he asks. “What about this?”

He gestures for you to lift up the camera, and once you're recording, grabs your hand to pull you along behind him. You let out a small noise of surprise as he tugs on your arm, struggling slightly to keep everything steady and ensure your hand is out of frame. At your sound, Chan looks back slightly and bursts into laughter.

“So concentrated, you’re so cute,” he giggles.

“Of course,” you grumble. “I want it to turn out nice.”

“Thank you,” Chan says sincerely, no traces of laughter in his voice. “I really do appreciate it a lot that you're helping me with work even though we're on vacation.”

“Hmm,” you say, turning away from him. “You're just glad that you didn't have to ask Hannah, because she would make fun of you the whole time.”

“That's not true! I mean, it is true that Hannah would do that, but that's not the only reason.” Chan uses your connected hands and pulls you close. “I also wanted to spend time with my favourite person in the whole world.”

“You're lucky I love you so much,” you sniff, still pretending to be annoyed even though you've practically melted into Chan's hug. “Now stop getting distracted, I thought it would look nice if you walked along the sand and there's nobody there right now.”

—

The rest of your time in Sydney is a whirlwind of activities. Chan is determined to take you to all his favourite places in the city and you eat more food than you thought possible. Chan’s family, and sometimes Felix and his family, accompanies you two for a majority of the outings and your initial hesitance interacting with them is replaced by fondness, eased by the way that they treat you like one of their own.

You even have a chance to meet some of Chan’s childhood friends, ones that he kept close with despite the long distance. It feels strange to eat dinner with them. Although they do their best to make you feel welcome, they have a lot of history together and you find yourself struggling to keep up with their conversation, not just because of the language barrier but due to references to people, places, and events that you're unfamiliar with. Regardless, you're glad to finally know the people that Chan grew up with and you love seeing how happy Chan is to be reunited with them.

It’s also nice that while you're meeting so many people, you don't have to hide your relationship at all. In Korea, you and Chan are more careful in public. It’s not totally a secret that you’re dating, but you are more on the cautious side due to the popularity of Stray Kids and inevitable scrutiny from fans. In Australia, Chan has no such reservations, excitedly introducing you as his girlfriend to everyone. It never fails to make you blush, feeling shy, but secretly pleased.

Wherever you go, Chan keeps you close to his side, linking your hands or looping an arm around your shoulders. Throughout the day, he presses kisses to your head or cheek. The first time he does it, you look up at him questioningly. He just shrugs, saying that he’s happy and well, you can’t argue with that.

You don’t want your vacation to end and you know you're not the only one. You and Chan have both procrastinated packing your luggage until the last possible moment, and when you finally do begin, Berry seems to sense it. She starts hiding all of your things- Chan's family members finding them lodged in one of the couch cushions or in her dog bed- and curling up inside your suitcase, making it practically impossible to continue packing.

When Chan enters your shared room and pauses when he sees you staring into the suitcase helplessly. You wave him over so that he can look inside.

“She’s too cute! Look at that little face, how could you disturb her?” you ask.

Chan has no such reservations. He reaches in and gently lifts Berry out, cradling her against his chest so that she can’t jump back in.

“Berry, do you want to come to Korea with us?” he asks patiently. When she licks at his face in reply, he groans and pretends to lower her back into the suitcase. “Ah, I guess we have no choice but to bring you! I think we can sneak you in with the rest of the souvenirs that we’re taking with us.”

Despite Chan’s promises, Berry ends up staying behind, not even joining you on the drive to the airport. You’re lucky that you decide to leave well before your flight is expected to depart as you end up taking almost half an hour saying goodbye to everybody.

You know that you’re going to treasure these memories for a long time and you’re certain that Chan will too. It’s amazing that even though you were only in Australia for a couple weeks, it already feels like a second home.

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[lizzieolseniskinda]

TOM RIDDLE - family trip

x FEM!SOUTH KOREAN!reader

SUMMARY: based on this request 🫶

GENRE: fluff

WORD COUNT: 3659

CONTENT WARNING: soft!tom, grumpy x sunshine trope, modern au! NOT proofread

bold = Korean

you sat on one of the hard chairs, in the library with a small but thoughtful smile on your face. a few feet away was tom, engrossed in his potions textbook, his dark brows slightly furrowed with concentration. he was always like that. calm, collected and oddly charming. 

for a while you had been excited about your upcoming family vacation to Seoul. your parents had been talking about it for months - visiting your grandparents again, walking around the city, feeling more connected with your home. but the best of all, the food. you missed the food so much, it’s not that hogwarts doesn’t have good seasoned dishes. it's just that nothing beats the food in South-Korea. 

still, there was one thing bugging you. your sister was going to bring her fiancé, and you really didn’t want to be a fifth wheel. so, you wanted to invite tom, your boyfriend.

somehow, he tolerated your endless chattering and energy. he wasn’t the most social person to exist, but he seemed to gravitate towards you, even if it was with a slight exasperated sigh every time you smiled at him.

you glanced over at him, taking in his sharp features that were illuminated by the glow of the light, his pale skin contrasting against his black robes, and there was that constant air of misery around him.

“tom?” you asked softly, your voice breaking the comfortable silence around him.

he didn’t look up from his book, but you saw how his fingers twitched slightly in acknowledgment. it was his way of telling you he was listening.

“so... i’m going to Seoul with my family for the break,” you paused, trying not to show your nerves. “you know, next week we’re leaving, and.. well, i thought… maybe you’d like to come with me?”

after finishing your sentence, tom lifted his gaze, his dark eyes met yours. for a moment, there was silence, you could see the gears turning in his mind. his brow furrows deeper.

“why would i join your family trip?” his tone was calm with a little bit of confusion. it was almost as if he couldn’t fathom why you’d want him to tag along.

you gave him a bright smile, “because it would be fun! you’ve never been, right? it’s beautiful there this time of year, and i could show you around my home town! you spend so much time in the castle, tom… it would be nice to get away. don’t you think?”

“plus… i’d really like it if you came.”

tom stared at you for a few more seconds. he was used to being on his own in the castle, used to people fearing him, following him blindly or admiring him from afar. but you were different. you weren’t scared of him, nor were you trying to get something from him. you were just… you. annoying, loud, always dragging him into conversations about the most dumb things, and yet there was something about your presence that soothed him in ways he didn’t and couldn’t fully understand.

“i still don’t see the point,” he finally muttered back, turning back to his book, though he wasn’t reading anymore.

you sighed softly, though your smile didn’t falter. you had been prepared for his reluctance. “well, think of it as… something to learn from. and i promise i wont talk your ear off. we could just… walk around, explore a bit, go shopping. you might just like it.”

tom didn’t respond immediately, but you saw the way his fingers drummed lightly against the table. a sign that he was considering it. you waited, knowing better than to push him, merlin knows what happened last time. finally, he spoke again.

“and your family? they wouldn’t mind?”

your heart did a little flip at his question. did that mean he was actually considering it? “of course they don’t! they’d love to meet you. i’ve already told them about you.”

tom raised an eyebrow at that, his lips twitching into the faintest hint of a smirk. “have you now? what exactly have you told them?”

“oh, you know, the usual,” you teased, leaning forward a little, “just that you’re a little broody, very mysterious, but not as scary as you like to pretend.”

he rolled his eyes, but you caught the way his lips turned up a bit.

you bit your cheek, watching him closely. “so… will you come? it would be nice to spend some time together outside of hogwarts.”

tom closed his book, placing it on the small table beside him. he leaned back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful as he regarded you. you knew he wasn’t one for spontaneous decisions, but you could see the slight tug of curiosity in his eyes.

“fine,” he said after what felt like an eternity. “i’ll go.”

you beamed at him, your eyes lighting up in that way that made him avert his gaze, suddenly feeling warm under your gaze. “really? oh, tom, this is going to be so much fun! i’ll show you all the best places to eat, and we can go shopping, and—”

he held up a hand, cutting you off with a groan. “let’s not get ahead of ourselves. i haven’t agreed to… whatever that madness is.”

you laughed, the sound bright and warm, and tom found himself relaxing despite himself. you had that effect on him, as much as he pretended not to notice.

“whatever you say, tom,” you said, still smiling. “but i know you’ll enjoy it. maybe you’ll even smile by the end of the trip.”

“i wouldn’t count on that,” he muttered, though his lips twitched slightly, again, betraying him.

you grinned wider, already excited about the adventure ahead. tom might have been a grumpy, brooding enigma, but you could see the way his edges softened around you.

the countryside of england was quiet and serene as you and tom walked up the gravel path to your family’s cottage. the familiar sight of the ivy-covered house made your heart race with a mix of excitement and nerves. you had prepared yourself for this moment for days, rehearsing how you would introduce tom to your parents, especially to your mother, who was known for being both blunt and unfiltered.

tom, on the other hand, seemed unfazed. his expression remained as calm and unreadable as ever, his dark eyes flickering over the house, taking in every detail as if he were analyzing it. his presence was, as always, effortlessly commanding, and you found yourself glancing at him every now and then, wondering how he managed to look so composed.

“you don’t have to look so serious,” you teased lightly, trying to ease the tension building in your chest. “it’s just my parents. they’re… intense, but they’ll love you. i mean, you’re—”

“i’m what?” tom’s voice was smooth, with a hint of amusement lurking behind his otherwise cool tone.

“you’re—handsome,” you blurted out, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. “and… smart. that usually works in your favor.”

tom’s lips quirked up into the faintest of smirks. “i’m sure that’ll make all the difference.”

you rolled your eyes, pushing the door open and stepping into the warmth of your childhood home. the smell of home-cooked food wafted through the air, and you could hear the sound of your sister, chatting with her boyfriend in the living room. the familiar clatter of your mother in the kitchen made your nerves spike.

“my daughter, is that you?” your mom’s voice called out from the kitchen.

“yes, it’s me!” you called back, taking a deep breath as you pulled tom in behind you. “and… i brought someone with me.”

a few seconds later, your mother appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. she was small but formidable, her eyes sharp and always assessing. as soon as her gaze landed on tom, she froze, her eyes widening just slightly in surprise. her gaze flicked over his tall frame, his perfectly pressed coat, and his aristocratic features.

“oh,” she said, her tone thoughtful as she slowly approached the two of you. “oh my.”

you bit your lip, bracing yourself for whatever was about to come out of her mouth.

“he’s… very handsome.” she glanced at you, her expression still serious. “you didn’t tell me he was this handsome.”

“mum,” you groaned, feeling your face flush with embarrassment.

but your mother wasn’t finished. she turned back to tom, looking him up and down again, her lips pursed as if she were assessing something important. “too bad he’s, you know…” she made a vague gesture with her hand, her expression turning sympathetic. “too bad he’s white.”

you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. tom, however, remained completely composed, though you noticed the brief flicker of amusement in his eyes.

“eomma, stop,” you muttered, your cheeks burning as you glanced at tom, who appeared far too entertained by your mother’s bluntness.

before your mother could say anything else, your father appeared from the hallway, clearly having overheard the conversation. he shot your mom a look of exasperation. “oh for heaven’s sake, woman, stop embarrassing the girl.”

“i’m not embarrassing her,” your mother huffed, crossing her arms. "i'm just honest."

your father sighed, shaking his head as he turned to tom. “i’m sorry about her. she’s got no filter. you must be tom.” he extended his hand with a warm smile. “i’ve heard a lot about you.”

tom shook his hand firmly, his voice smooth and polite. “it’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

your father gave an approving nod, clearly pleased with tom’s manners, while your mother was still standing there, muttering something under her breath about “too bad he’s white.”

at that moment, your sister walked in with her fiancé trailing behind her. she shot you a knowing look, a smirk playing on her lips. “mum, you’ve been hovering for the past five minutes. you need to let her breathe.”

your mother huffed, but you could tell she was warming up to tom despite her earlier remark. “okay, fine,” she said, turning back to the kitchen. “dinner’s almost ready. i hope you’re hungry, y/n. and you,” she pointed at tom with mock sternness, “you better eat. you’re looking too thin.”

dinner went smoother than you expected after that. your mother, clearly smitten with tom’s manners. it was clear how much kinder and warmer she was throughout the meal. she kept asking him about his life, his interests, and how he managed to “keep such perfect posture.” your dad was quieter but clearly approving, especially when tom spoke so eloquently about his studies.

your sister and her fiancé exchanged amused glances throughout the evening, and every time your mother said something even remotely embarrassing, s/n would give you a look that said, told you so.

you stood at the departure gate with your parents, sister, her fiancé, minhyuk, waiting for your flight to seoul to be called.

tom, standing beside you, looked as composed as ever, even with your father and minhyuk deep in a conversation about the most recent football match and your mother fussing over her travel bag. s/n was busy scrolling on her phone, leaning against minhyuk, who had a calming presence that seemed to balance out your sister’s usual impatience.

your mother shot tom a careful look, her brows furrowed. “this must be so new for you, isn’t it, tom? have you ever been to south korea before?”

“no, ma’am,” he replied politely, a slight smile on his face. “but i’m looking forward to it.”

she gave him an approving nod. she’d warmed to him considerably since that first awkward dinner in england, and although she was still getting used to his reserved nature, she seemed charmed by his calm demeanor.

“good. i think you’ll love it. our grandparents are… well, very traditional. they may ask you a lot of questions,” your sister warned, her tone half-amused, half-serious.

you nudged tom gently, whispering, “they’ll love you. just don’t be too… tom-like.”

he raised an eyebrow, giving you a look that was almost amused. “and what exactly does that mean?”

you grinned. “maybe just… smile a bit more.”

“i can’t make any promises.”

finally, the boarding call echoed through the airport, and you all gathered your things, heading toward the gate.

your sister was started chattering away about her wedding plans, and minhyuk was nodding along patiently. as you boarded, you leaned closer to tom, excited yet nervous about introducing him to your grandparents, who were the heart of your family, especially in seoul.

the flight was long but surprisingly smooth. tom spent most of it reading, while you caught up on sleep and listened to your family chatter. once the plane finally landed, the humid air of seoul washed over you as you exited the terminal, and the familiar sights and sounds of the city made your heart swell.

your grandparents’ home was tucked in a quieter part of seoul, a traditional hanok-style house with a courtyard, paper doors, and a big garden. the smell of incense and fresh herbs filled the air as you approached the house, your nerves starting to build as you glanced at tom, who was taking in his surroundings with a curious gaze.

“remember,” you whispered to him, “be polite, and if my grandmother offers you food, do not refuse. even if you’re full.”

he nodded, his gaze softening as he met yours. “i’ll do my best.”

your grandparents were waiting at the doorway, dressed in traditional hanbok, their faces lighting up as they saw you approaching with your family. your grandmother, small but sharp-eyed, immediately came forward, her hands clasped in front of her as she looked you over with a warm, approving smile.

“ah, y/n,” she murmured, pulling you into a gentle hug, “it’s so good to see you, my dear.”

“it’s good to see you too, halmeoni,” you said, returning the hug. then, turning to tom, you gestured to him with a smile. “this is tom… my, um, boyfriend.”

your grandmother’s eyes shifted to tom, her expression unreadable at first. she looked him over, taking in his carefully pressed clothes and calm demeanor. for a moment, you were nervous, but then her face softened.

“ah, so this is tom,” she said, her tone thoughtful. “you’ve chosen someone very handsome, y/n.”

your cheeks burned as you translated her words for tom, who gave her a polite bow, just as you’d instructed him. “thank you, ma’am,” he replied, his voice steady.

your grandfather stepped forward next, his gaze intense but not unkind. he nodded at tom, looking almost impressed by the young man’s composure. “and what is it that you study, tom?”

“i study magic, sir,” tom replied, glancing at you briefly, his eyes glinting with a hint of amusement. “though, in this case, i imagine y/n has already told you all about it.”

your grandfather nodded, his gaze softening a little. “yes, she has,” he murmured, his tone thoughtful. “we don’t fully understand, but… if y/n trusts you, that is enough.”

you felt a wave of relief as tom received this nod of approval. your grandparents, while supportive, held tradition dear and didn’t often warm up to newcomers right away. but tom, with his polite nature and steady gaze, seemed to have made a good impression.

your grandmother turned to your mother, giving her a knowing smile. “and, of course, it’s too bad he’s… you know.” she gave tom a playful look, her eyes sparkling. “too bad he’s not korean.”

your mother let out an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes as she tried to stifle a laugh. “honestly, mother, that is what i have been telling everyone!”

you groaned, covering your face.

tom, however, only smirked, looking at you with a glimmer of amusement. “i’m afraid i’ll have to apologize for that, ma’am.”

your grandmother chuckled, clearly delighted by his response. “he has a good sense of humor,” she said approvingly, patting your shoulder. “that’s important.”

s/n, who had been watching with an amused smile, chimed in, “we should get going before the food gets cold.”

minhyuk nodded, wrapping an arm around s/n. “she’s right. we should head out soon.”

your grandparents waved you all in, ushering you into their home where the warm, familiar smells of kimchi and ramen greeted you.

as everyone settled in, your grandmother kept fussing over tom, asking him questions about his studies and his life back in england. despite the cultural differences, he answered her questions with a level of patience and politeness that seemed to earn him even more favor.

halfway through the meal, your grandmother leaned over to you, her voice quiet but warm. “he’s a good one, y/n. i see why you like him.”

you felt your face heat up, glancing at tom, who was carefully eating his meal, fully engrossed in your grandfather’s story about life in the countryside. somehow, amidst the laughter, the delicious food, and your family’s chatter, the evening felt more complete with him by your side.

as the night wore on, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude. tom had seamlessly become part of your world, navigating the quirks of your family with ease, and though he rarely showed it, you could see the faintest hint of enjoyment in his eyes.

as you walked back with him to your temporary guest room after dinner, he finally broke his silence, glancing down at you with that familiar, unreadable look. “your grandparents are… interesting,” he murmured, the faintest smile on his lips.

“they’re intense, i know,” you admitted with a laugh. “but they seemed to like you.”

“i should hope so,” he replied, his voice soft. “i had to win someone over if i plan to keep you around.”

you laughed, reaching for his hand. “well, you’re doing a pretty good job so far.”

tom’s fingers intertwined with yours, the warmth of his hand sending a comforting spark through you. despite his usually reserved nature, tonight he seemed genuinely relaxed, even… a bit joyful. you watched him closely as he reached for his plate once more, refilling it with another generous portion of kimchi stew, rice, and banchan—his third helping.

your grandmother’s eyes widened as she caught him reaching for more, her gaze landing on tom with a surprised but delighted smile. “tom,” she chuckled, folding her hands in her lap, “aren’t you full, dear? that’s your third plate!”

tom, looking momentarily caught off guard, met her gaze and offered a small, polite nod. “yes, i am full,” he admitted, a hint of softness in his otherwise steady tone.

your breath was caught in your throat.

“but this is… very good. i can’t help myself.”

your grandmother’s face broke into a proud grin, her eyes shining as she glanced around the table. “ah, see? that’s a man who knows good food!” she declared, nudging your grandfather’s shoulder playfully. “our y/n brought home someone who appreciates a good meal!”

your grandfather, who’d been listening with a faint smile, chuckled in agreement and reached for his own plate, refilling it with a generous helping of rice and stew. “well, then, i suppose i can’t let him eat alone. it would be rude.”

the two of them shared a conspiratorial smile, and you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh as tom joined in their easy humor, his lips quirking in that rare, genuine smile you loved so much.

your father, clearly inspired by the moment, reached out to refill his plate as well, aiming for the large serving bowl of kimchi ramen.

but before he could scoop any more noodles, your mother’s hand shot out, swatting his away with a quick smack.

“oh no, you don’t,” she scolded, narrowing her eyes at him. “you’ve had four plates already. leave some for everyone else!”

"besides you’ll complain to me later about a stomach ache.”

your father gave her a sheepish look, rubbing his hand as he chuckled. “just one more bowl, honey. i don’t want to let tom eat alone.”

your mother rolled her eyes, “please, you’re not fooling anyone. your ‘just one more bowl’ has already happened three times.”

meanwhile, you glanced at tom, amused as he quietly resumed eating, his composure never wavering despite the affectionate chaos unfolding around him. he was savoring each bite, completely unfazed by the scene.

leaning closer to him, you murmured, “you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

he turned to you, eyes bright with an almost mischievous glint. “more than you know,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

just then, your grandmother leaned across the table to place a bowl of extra kimchi right in front of tom, her smile approving as she patted his shoulder lightly. “eat as much as you want, tom,” she said, nodding. “a young man like you needs his strength.”

tom, ever the gentleman, inclined his head. “thank you, halmeoni. i don’t think i’ll be able to stop.”

“good,” she replied, pleased, casting another approving glance at you. “y/n, he fits right in.”

you grinned, feeling your heart warm as tom and your family laughed together, the sound blending with the warm night air.

you smiled at tom, squeezing his hand. “you fit right in.”

your grandmother, still beaming, looked at tom with a newfound admiration. “you know, my mother used to say that a big appetite is the sign of a big heart.”

tom seemed to soften even more, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. “i’ll have to remember that,” he replied, his voice low but sincere.

your grandfather chuckled, giving tom an approving nod. “you’re welcome at our table anytime, tom. just make sure you bring your appetite.”

with that, the table erupted into more laughter and chatter, and you couldn’t help but smile, feeling your heart swell. tom was right there beside you, finally sharing in the joy of your family, and you knew this night would stay with you for a long time.

[koolades-world]

Spellbound Secrets

chapter ten: the human world

synopsis: The House of Lamentation caught fire one night, and you were the only one they recovered from the wreckage. The brothers were in the house as well when you went to bed that night, but they were nowhere to be found. The pact marks are faded, and seem to be getting more and more indefinite by the day. You and Solomon get to investigating but oddly enough, nobody can seem to remember the missing brothers. It’s up to you, with the help of Solomon, to find your beloved demons, lest you never see them again.

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authors note: omg oops did not realize a whole month had gone by without an update! my bad lol. for some reason i only thought it was two week? oh well, we're back and better than ever now. did some more work on the plotline too. all i'll say is that i'm a sucker for troupes and hope that you don't mind if i sneak a few in haha. thank you for your patience!

To say you were eager would be an understatement. Upon hearing the news that you'd be leaving for the human world that day helped you shake off the excess sleepiness like it was nothing.

"What time are we leaving?" You sat straight up.

"I knew you'd be excited." Solomon chuckled. When you sat there, staring at him expectantly, he realized he hadn't answered your question. "How does after dinner tonight sound?"

"It's settled!" You hurried out of bed, and quickly began getting ready for the day. While it was a late start, it was still a start nonetheless. You finished getting ready quicker than you ever had before, and made your way downstairs to enjoy a late breakfast. Simeon was in the kitchen, doing the dishes.

"You slept in today." Simeon commented as you made yourself a cup of coffee.

"Everyone needs to have a lazy day." You shrugged. The angels didn't know about your escapade last night, and you hoped to keep it that way.

"It's a great feeling." He responded. "Luke wanted waffles for breakfast this morning, so leftovers are in the fridge. You'll see them when you open it." As he was walking by, he set down the coffee creamer and a spoon next to you.

"Thank you." You absentmindedly prepared your coffee the way you liked it, while mentally buzzing about what your trip might be like.

"Solomon told me about your vacation. Are you excited?" Simeon asked.

"Very. I love the Devildom, and it's amazing in it's own way, but I miss the human world. I miss the rising sun every morning, the food, the atmosphere, and just humans in general." It had been a moment since you'd seen the real sun. Before the fire, you'd had a lamp imitated the sun installed in your room that had been a gift from the brothers. You knew it wouldn't hold a candle to the real thing though.

"I understand the sentiment. I miss the Celestial Realm sometimes too. But, I've enjoyed my time here, and I've learned much thanks to the exchange program." Simeon nodded.

"I didn't know the Devildom existed until the moment I got teleported here." You laughed, recalling that confusing day. While it had been hectic, that was the day you met the demons that would change your life. Thinking of that day invigorated you, and had you more determined to find the truth.

"I remember that day like it was yesterday. Your expressions were so cute." Solomon, who'd presumably just entered the room, chimed in.

"You're just saying that." You turned your back to him to hide your smile.

"He's right. It was a winsome look on you." Simeon agreed. Solomon came up behind you and pinched your cheeks, lifting your mouth into bigger smile.

"You guys are too sweet. We were all in the same boat. Enough about that. Where's Luke?" You were desperate to leave that conversation topic behind.

"He's in the back garden. He's tending to the plants Barbatos gave him, and he's very determined to keep them healthy." Simeon pointed through the kitchen window. If you squinted, you could see the top of his hat behind some of the bushes.

"He doesn't know we're leaving yet, right?" Both men in the room shook their heads. "I should go tell him then." You set your mug down, and moved to head to the door before you were stopped.

"You might want to wait until later. He won't let your out of his site if he hears you're going to be gone longer than a few hours." Solomon chuckled.

"You're right. But, when are we going to tell him then? We can't just vanish on him." You asked.

"We can tell him tonight at dinner. We're leaving after that so we don't have to worry about grocery shopping until tomorrow." Solomon sounded oddly delighted at the prospect of grocery shopping. You, on the other hand, were much less enthusiastic. Cooking for both of you was one thing. Fending off Solomon from helping you was another.

"Alright. That's fine, I guess." You rubbed the back of your neck, picking at the wisps of hair.

"Do you still feel guilty?" Simeon could probably tell from the look on your face.

"Yeah. But, it can't be helped. Solomon, will you come help me pack?" When he raised an eyebrow at you, you elaborated. "I don't know anything about where you live, so I don't know what kind of clothes to bring. Plus, how will we coordinate our outfits?" You needled.

"Alright, I'll go with you." You could tell he'd given what you'd said some more thought. You actually wanted him to come with you so you'd be able to enter your room with his comfort. Solomon had been the one going in and out of your room to get what you needed from in there.

"We'll be back later." You told Simeon.

"Do you want your coffee?" The angel gestured to the cup you'd left sitting on the counter.

"Just leave it there. I'll finish it later." You waved him off. You knew you'd probably forget about it, but at least this way you'd feel a little less wasteful. With that, Solomon left the room and ascended the stairs, leaving you to trail behind him.

You weren't completely sure if you were ready to go back to your room yet, but you knew you had to try. You felt as if you'd made progress since the day you were discharged from the hospital. There was also things to be missed about your space.

As soon as Solomon cracked open the door, memories came rushing back in. You moved to the center of the room, welcoming the rush. While that feeling of everything about the room existing being wrong persisted, the familiar was like a warm hug. Solomon lingered in the doorway behind you. You made your way around the room, inspected things that caught your interest. They felt, and seemed exactly the way you'd last seen them. The only things that had seemed to be touched was your clothes drawers and closet. Everything was messier than you'd left it, but you could tell Solomon had tried his best to keep things tidy. You took a seat on your bed, and spent a while longer in silence, drinking in the sights.

"It's identical. I still can't believe this exists. This shouldn't be here." You hung your head.

"It's so odd. I can remember the original room, but I also remember this room." Solomon said gently. The two of you sat in the stillness for a while.

"I lost almost everything in that fire, and nobody even knows it." A smile filled with self pity formed on your face. Solomon seemed like he wanted to say something, but you held up your hand. "Before you protest, I'm glad I have you though. Where would I be without you?"

"Dead in a ditch somewhere?" He took a seat beside you on your bed, offering his not so helpful opinion.

"Sounds about right." You let out a snort as Solomon patted you on the back.

"Would you feel any better if I told you I had a surprise for you?" Solomon asked.

"Last time you said that, I turned blue for a week." You recalled that day. It was much funnier looking back on it now, but in the moment, you could've have thought closer to the opposite.

"This is a different surprise, I promise."

"If you say so." You tried your best not to sound convinced, but you were already looking forward to whatever he had planned.

"For this surprise, you're going to need a nice outfit." He chirped.

"Are you taking me on a fancy date?" You finally turned to him, interested in his expression.

"You'll see." His eyes sparkled. He had something big planned, and you were hoping it had nothing to do with his cooking.

"I'll get out my nicests outfits, and you can let me know which I should bring." You hadn't opened your closet since the House of Lamentation. You were a bit hesitant, but with everything else you'd endured, especially reentering your room, you felt that you had it in you to do what you needed to. The two of you had fun packing, and while you never fully forgot where you were, it was easier to brush it aside with Solomon at your side. Since it was the beginnings of winter in the human world, you packed lots of warm outfits. Devildom days were sweltering, and the nights were freezing. You were a little sad you wouldn't get to break out your summer pajamas, you were excited to wear all of your day to day winter clothes.

Once you were finished packing, you set the bag in Solomon's room next to his already packed bag. The two of you were ready to go. You were antsy, to say the least. It would be good for you to get out the house, and back to the human world. You spent the rest of the day sitting on your hands. At dinner, Solomon was the one to break the news to Luke. He looked upset, but took the news well. Rather than focus on eating, Luke insisted on holding your hand for the rest of the meal.

When it was finally time to go, Solomon suggested the both of you change to warmer clothes so you wouldn't be cold when you teleported to the human world. You bundled up, and happened to arrive downstairs faster than the sorcerer. Luke and Simeon were standing in the foyer, waiting for you.

"I'm going to miss you." Luke hugged you for what felt like the hundreth time.

"I won't be gone for too long. I'll be back before you know it." You squeezed Luke back as tight as you could.

"Are you sure you have to go?" He pleaded.

"Do you remember what Solomon said?" Simeon asked. You hadn't been told what their secret conversation was about, but you figured it must've been something on your surprise.

"I hope you have fun. It's exactly what I would want if I was you." While he still seemed sad, you could tell he was telling the truth. It made you think that little bit harder about what it might be. Your thought process was interrupted by Solomon plodding down the stairs. His large duffle bag was slung over his shoulder. A thick scarf was wrapped around his neck, and a long overcoat covered most of his body. It almost reminded you of what he usually wore, but it was very becoming of him.

"Ready, my dear apprentice?" He offered his arm to you. After repressing a smile, you took it.

"Stay safe, you two." Simeon waved. Luke joined in after wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. With a dramatic sweeping of his hands, he teleported the two of you to the human world. It was quite different to the teleport he'd made out of the catacombs of the House of Lamentation. They journey was smooth, and before you knew it, you were staring up at the sky instead of a ceiling.

"You're going to love my house." Solomon sounded excited. You looked up and saw house on top of a hill, surrounded by fields. It was dark, so you couldn't tell exactly surrounded the house, but as the two of you gazed at the house, a light popped on. From what you could see, the house seemed cute.

"It's not as cold as I thought it was going to be." You shivered.

"Take a guess as to what I'm growing." Solomon led you over to the nearest field. You leant over a fence, squinting.

"It's winter though." You wracked your brain for plants that could grow in conditions like this.

"Lean closer and take a deep breath." He urged you to figure out for yourself, rather than just tell you.

"Alright…" When Solomon asked you to smell something, it almost never ended well. But, you trusted him. So, you did as he asked. You could smell the crisp air, but once you got past the stinging, you smelt something that was all too familiar.

"Lavender. It's lavender." You glanced back at Solomon to see if your guess was correct. His grin told you more than enough. You reached forward and brushed the light dusting of snow off the plants. You saw the distinct purple flowers. "How are you growing lavender in winter?" When you stared at him in disbelief, he chuckled.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" You realized he was probably talking about his magical abilities.

"Let's talk about this tomorrow. I'm ready to get to bed." You swatted at his shoulder when he laughed at your oversight.

"Follow me then, dearest."

[romanitas]

look at me go, it hasn't even been a month! we're back with (i think) the penultimate part of the spy au !! thanks to @perseannabeth who helped me figure out some plot points literally irl for the final stretch. there's always been a vague plan for the end, hopefully it lives up! also again available on ao3 if tumblr formatting screws up.

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Annabeth hasn’t seen Percy for four and a half weeks. She’s been off the Jupiter Industries case for just as long, what with Luke Castellan’s involvement; they’re currently restructuring the plan forward. She’s not used to boredom, but she’s not sure she could consider it full boredom when her brain will not stop churning. She’s aware it’s usually a stomach churning, but no, in this case, her mind is on the go in a thousand different directions. She doesn’t feel nauseous or sick - just overwhelmed mentally, which as far as she’s concerned is one of the worst kinds. She’d rather be vomiting.

She’s back at her apartment - her real one. It’s nearly as empty as the fake one. She doesn’t keep a lot of things around, not wanting too many distractions on top of the fact that she feels like she spends very little time actually in it. The most personalization is an owl throw pillow with a matching blanket on the couch and a few architectural prints across her walls. It feels emptier than it ever has, and she cruelly imagines what it might be like if Percy came here. She really, really needs to stop thinking about him, but it feels impossible, because if she’s not thinking about him, she starts to think about Luke. And that’s worse.

She faceplants directly into the owl blanket with a groan and lays there, ignoring the wafting smell of her Korean BBQ takeout sitting on the countertop. This has been her life each day for the last week: different dishes but a very familiar static and face full of fluff, followed by dejectedly eating lukewarm food. And then she just gets mad at herself for being such a sad sack. She’s Annabeth fucking Chase. What the hell did Percy Jackson do to her?

Reyna checks in periodically. She sends minute updates, but not enough for Annabeth to start doing her own poking and prodding. Frank stops by a few times to make sure she’s eating, and she does welcome his company in an absent way. He brings some of the best takeout, but he knows all her favorites. He carries the conversation in directions that serve the best distractions.

“You should use this time to get out,” he says one day, dragging some naan through the rest of his curry. When Annabeth stares at him, he clarifies. “I mean, maybe think of it like a vacation? You never take a vacation. Do things you’ve always wanted to.”

She grumpily shoves her own naan into her mouth to avoid answering him. But maybe he has a point. Maybe she does need to leave the house more often, if only to refresh herself. To get back on her feet. It’s only a matter of time before they give her a new assignment, and she refuses to fall into distractions again next time.

She takes herself out. She ventures further than a ten block radius and tries a new Pho place she’s been wanting to check out. She looks up a current run of temporary exhibitions around the city, buys tickets for three of them. She makes a reservation for herself at one of the museum restaurants, uncaring that it’s definitely overpriced and she can get a burger down the block for half the cost. She is utterly determined to give herself a good, clean, solid break from her time with Percy, so she’s prepared for the next chapter. Whatever it brings.

Naturally, it’s at one of the exhibitions that she runs into Sally Jackson.

Annabeth isn’t sure she could have been caught more off guard by Luke. She turns the corner and nearly runs into the woman, but her instincts make her sidestep at the last second. She’s not fast enough to avoid eye contact, because Sally moves at the same time, an apology on her lips.

“I’m so sorry - Annabeth?”

Why is this her life? Annabeth freezes, and she can feel the guilt rain down on her like a tsunami. She’s very rarely caught off guard like this, but this warm, wonderful woman unnerves her in an unexpected way. She just assumed she would never see her again, another casualty of her break with Percy.

Despite it all, Sally offers her a small, tentative smile. “Hi,” she says, tone infused with that very same warmth Annabeth knows she doesn’t deserve.

She swallows. “Hi,” she replies, weakly.

Sally reaches out to give her arm a gentle squeeze, and Annabeth nearly combusts on the spot. But the older woman can sense her discomfort, because she pulls her hand away just as quickly and sighs. “Will you get a coffee with me?”

Every single part of her is telling her to say no; every rational, logical piece of her being knows this is a bad idea, but there’s a quiet desperation that wins out against her better judgment, and Annabeth nods mutely. Sally smiles again, then walks them both towards the museum cafe. She orders Annabeth’s coffee exactly the way she likes it and orders herself a chai latte. By the time they sit down at the table, Annabeth’s nerves are shot, so she just wraps her hands around the cup and takes a sip, burning her tongue immediately. She winces, and Sally offers her a napkin.

���Percy told me you broke up.”

Annabeth almost laughs, hollowly. There’s no way he would have told her anything - Percy might have been royally pissed at her, but he’s also not cruel, and she knows he wouldn’t jeopardize her by spilling all the beans to his mother. He also wouldn’t want to put his mom in danger. Instead, her shoulders sink, and all she can do is nod once.

“He didn’t really tell me why,” Sally continues, wringing her hands around her own cup. She gets a thoughtful wrinkle in her forehead that looks so much like her son Annabeth almost flinches. “He said it wasn’t his place to share your history, but he did tell me you lied about a lot.”

She doesn’t know if hearing that from Sally is worse than her whole exchange with Percy a month ago. She doesn’t say anything, but her lack of answer is its own confirmation.

“My son is everything to me,” she says, and Annabeth prepares to be reamed out. Why wouldn’t she be? She just broke this woman’s son’s heart, and they’re two of the kindest, best people she’s ever met. “And I have never seen him so miserable.”

It’s not yelling, but it might be worse for real this time. Which is why the next thing Sally says is the most surprising part of all.

“I think he misses you.”

Annabeth’s head whips up so fast, and she says the first thing since her awkward greeting, which isn’t much more articulate. “What?”

It’s Sally’s turn to be quiet, again looking thoughtful as she finally takes a sip of her own drink. “I’m only telling you this because I know he was happy with you. Happier than I’ve seen him in a long time. And I know what he’s like now. I’m not going to ask you what happened. I know you hurt him, deeply, and I know maybe it’s not my place to sit here with you and tell you all of this. I know maybe things have been damaged too greatly. I know it’s his life, not mine. But what I want to ask you anyway is if you want to fix it, and if you still love my son.”

Annabeth’s eyes well up. She can’t answer this one with a nod. It’s everything she’s been trying to push away, the impossibilities of Percy chasing her down more harshly than Luke in the alleyway. “I love him,” she admits, and saying it aloud to someone else nearly knocks the wind out of her. “But I don’t know if I can fix it. I really, really hurt him, and there are parts of it that feel too broken.”

She shouldn’t be sharing this with Percy Jackson’s mother, but there isn’t another person who’s spoken to her about Percy specifically like this. A person who prioritizes Percy the way he should be, no matter what her own stupid heart and head are doing. Frank worries about her, but she’s the one who needs to grovel, and Sally will always, always put her son first.

Sally takes another sip, watching her carefully over the brim. She’s never felt more scrutinized in her life, and she’s a goddamn spy. Annabeth’s been alone for a very long time, and those months with Percy and his friends and his family were the closest she felt like a real, normal person in a long time. But she isn’t normal. She can’t just slip into a real architect’s life and become a new Annabeth Chase.

“Are you willing to try?”

She’s taken aback by the question and the way it connects to her thoughts, and she’s sure the surprise is on her face. “I don’t think he wants me to. It should be his choice, not mine.”

Sally hums. “Will you give me your address?”

“He’s not going to come to my house.”

“It’s for me. Not him. I won’t give it to him.”

She hesitates. She’s unlisted for a reason, her residence deeply under wraps. She still gets mail, of course, and it’s not like she lives there most of the year. But then she stubbornly takes the receipt from the drinks, scribbles the P.O. box on the back before she can second guess herself, and slides it back over. “Can you memorize it and burn it?” she says teasingly, trying not to feel ashamed of joking about it.

Sally slides it into her pocket. “I’m giving you a chance now, because I love my son and I want his happiness more than anything else, but I can see you're in just as terrible a state as he is. I wanted to see for myself, after I realized it was you.” She lifts her drink again, and Annabeth’s not sure if the pause for dramatic effect is intentional or not. “This is not forgiveness. It’s not my place to give it. This is me having a conversation with you, because you’re a very smart, put together woman who has spent a significant amount of time with Percy.”

Annabeth doesn’t feel very put together at the moment, but she’s hardly going to interject.

“And above everything, Percy is my son.”

It’s not a threat, but it almost feels like one. In lieu of another response, Annabeth takes a cowardly sip of her coffee.

“Thank you, for having coffee with me,” Sally says, and it sounds like a goodbye. Like this might be the last thing they ever say to each other. They sit in silence for a few more minutes, finishing their drinks, and it’s Sally who leaves first. She climbs to her feet in a cool movement and adjusts her bag before giving Annabeth a nod, then walks away from the table.

Annabeth sits there for another thirty minutes, though what she spends it thinking about, she doesn’t really remember.

-

Three days later Annabeth receives a package in the mail, with Sally’s return address. She holds the box in her hands and doesn’t really know how to process it. She sets it on the kitchen island and stares at it, afraid of opening it for stupid reasons. Watching it out of the corner of her eye, she heats up a box of frozen mac and cheese, then reaches for a steak knife to slice open the packing tape as the microwave beeps.

Inside she finds a dozen chocolate chip cookies, wrapped up neatly in a transparent blue bag. Underneath them is an envelope, which she nervously lifts and carefully opens. There’s a note inside, and what looks like two tickets to - to an aquarium. Not just any aquarium, the one where she met Percy - or rather, where she orchestrated her meeting of Percy. Puzzled and sad all at once, she reads the note in Sally’s loopy writing.

Annabeth,

I bought these for you both a month ago. I’m giving them to you alone now as a final gift from me to you, and I hope you use them. Use the time to think about everything. Don’t try to return them.

Perhaps one day we’ll see each other again. Take care.

Sally

[endofradio]

TRUE ECOLOGY — CHAPTER 1: HOLIDAY IN BAVARIA

PROLOGUE |

WARNINGS: n/a

NOTES: see what i did there with the chapter title? (teehee holiday in cambodia by dead kennedys reference) anyways the next chapters will be much more interesting i promise 💀

also as far as faceclaims go, stephen’s is hamish linklater, louise’s is elizabeth debicki, and sabina’s is talia ryder yippee! for visuals i might insert some gifs here and there since tumblr is Perfect for that.

SUMMARY: recent college graduate salem travels with her stepmother louise and father stephen from new hampshire to the bavarian alps in germany, their destination being a luxurious place by the name of resort alpschatten. upon entering the lobby, salem notices something strange — one of the guests starts vomiting. she also encounters the enigmatic owner of the resort, herr könig.

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“How much longer is this car ride gonna be?”

Salem let out a sigh as she stared out the window of the car, watching as lines of trees passed by. That was all that she could see right now — trees. Trees, and mountains. At this point, it felt like they had been driving for days. They had taken a plane from New Hampshire to Germany, which had been 8 hours long. Then, there was the 4-hour car ride from Frankfurt to Bavaria. Those 4 hours were almost over, and it felt like it had taken six days just to get here.

Salem was exhausted.

Her stepmother, seated in the front passenger’s seat, turned around to reassure Salem with a smile. "We're almost there, I promise," she said, checking her watch. “Just… a half-hour more of driving, and then we should be there, alright?”

Even though Louise was like a "mother" to her, Salem was annoyed by something about her. Whenever she spoke, it seemed insincere, and her smile appeared overly polite. Salem longed for her real mother, but as far as she knew, she was deceased. Within a few weeks of her mother's disappearance, her father met a younger woman who was blonde, pretty, rich, and tall.

“Thanks, Mom.”

God, just calling her “mom” made Salem’s skin crawl. The word just didn’t feel right on her tongue.

The vacation destination was Resort Alpschatten, where Salem's father had been working for the past couple of years as an assistant to the owner, Herr König. He thought it would be nice for Louise to bring Salem along to visit for a while, considering she hadn't seen her father in so long.

In all honesty, Salem hadn't missed him. Their relationship had never been perfect, but since his marriage to Louise, things had become more strained between the two.

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” Louise commented, turning around to look at Salem.

The car ride had certainly been awkward. Salem's father had picked up her and Louise from Frankfurt to drive them to Bavaria, and the whole time, Salem barely spoke a word to either of them. She had spent the majority of the car ride listening to music with her earbuds in and reading.

“I just… don’t have much to say. That’s all.” She quietly responded.

Louise slowly nodded. “That’s understandable, I mean… you’re probably tired.”

The Bavarian Alps were a stark contrast to Salem's hometown of Derry, New Hampshire. Derry was a fairly small and unremarkable town. Traveling all the way to Germany had been quite a shock but in a good way. The Alps were breathtaking, and Bavaria in general was stunning. It felt like a breath of fresh air, especially with it being spring.

The only problem was that Salem wasn't very fluent in German. In preparation for the trip, she had spent the past couple of months learning as much as she could. She understood some basic phrases, at least. Good enough, right?

Eventually, Salem noticed a large building up in the distance, assuming it to be Resort Alpschatten. If that was truly what it was, then Jesus Christ, it was beautiful. It was huge.

“Well, this is it!” Salem’s father confirmed with a smile. He turned around to look at Salem, his eager smile not fading. “So, what do you think?”

“It’s… big. Really nice place. Makes sense why you like it so much.”

I’d hate to get lost in there.

From how her father described it, Resort Alpschatten was an incredibly luxurious resort that provided all of the guests with five-star-worthy hospitality. The rooms and suites were impressive, the spa treatments were highly comfortable, and, surprisingly, the resort could even provide advanced medical treatments due to its previous history as a medical center. A resort with a hospital right on its grounds honestly seemed like a pretty smart idea. The whole place honestly sounded like heaven on earth.

A sudden German-accented voice then spoke up, unexpectedly startling everyone in the car.

“Ah, Stephen, my friend! I take it this is your family you’ve told me about, yes?”

Sure enough, a short-haired man was standing in front of the window, a polite smile on his face as he gently pushed down his round-framed sunglasses. Salem’s first impression of him was that he looked rather well-maintained, his outfit choice of a dark green jacket and a brown turtleneck proving a sense of fashionability. Honestly, the man looked like he could be a model.

“Herr König! Yes, you’d be correct. This is my wife, Louise, and my daughter, Salem.”

Louise, of course, gave König a polite wave and a smile. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Herr König. My husband has said plenty of great things about you.”

Stephen had said that König was a nice man, and so far, he seemed friendly enough. However, Salem still felt shy. Even at 24 years old, she still took the saying "Don't talk to strangers" to heart. She had always been the quiet one.

So, Salem just gave König a small and awkward wave. Something about his stare just made her feel more nervous. His eyes were quite a piercing shade of blue.

“Salem, aren’t you going to say hello?” Stephen asked with slight disapproval in his tone. “Come on, be polite. This is my boss.”

König didn’t seem to mind. “Ah, no worries.” He chuckled. “A person cannot be forced to talk. Perhaps she’ll feel much more comfortable when she’s… adjusted.”

Each word König spoke dripped with politeness; he sounded just as sophisticated as he appeared.

“You all must be very tired from such a long journey.” He then said, his smile never fading even slightly. “Come. I’ll lead you three inside. I’ll ensure your luggage is brought to your rooms.”

“So, you’re the quiet one, hm?”

Salem was unprepared to hear König speak to her, so when he did, she flinched just a little.

“Yeah, uh… I guess.” She answered, shrugging.

“Do you not like… talking to people?”

The way König spoke made it seem like he was interrogating Salem, which made her feel slightly nervous. It was as if he was trying to analyze her.

At his question, she simply just shrugged again. “I suppose it depends.”

“Depends?” König repeated, intrigued. “How so?”

“Well…” Salem turned to make sure Louise and Stephen weren’t paying attention before she spoke again. “I don’t like talking to certain people. Ask my parents. They’d know what I’m talking about.”

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Of course, she was indirectly talking about them. König didn’t exactly seem to pick up on that. Maybe it was a good thing.

“Ah, so you’re picky, huh?” He asked, letting out a small chuckle of amusement.

“I guess.”

König opened the front door of the resort, stepping to the side to allow everyone through. Salem’s eyes immediately widened when she looked around the lobby. It looked so comfortable. Cozy furniture, potted plants, artwork on the walls… there was a bit of a vintage design to it, she thought. It reminded her of a hotel lobby from perhaps the 70s.

“Sabina’s the receptionist,” König explained. “She’ll give you your rooms.”

Louise and Stephen approached the reception desk first, leaving Salem in König’s presence again.

“Well, what do you think?” König asked. There was a sense of pride that he reflected as he surveyed the area. “Beautiful, isn’t it? The Alps provide the perfect scenery for a place such as this.”

Salem slowly nodded in agreement as she gawked at her surroundings. “Yeah… you’re right. It’s very pretty.”

“Has your father told you this all used to be a medical center?”

“Yeah, he did.”

“Hm. Well, it’s true.” König smiled. “I took over around… twelve years ago or so, and started rebuilding it into the extravagant resort you’re now standing in.”

Just as König finished speaking, Louise and Stephen had obtained their room key. He glanced at the pair for a moment before his gaze fell on Salem again, watching as she quietly approached Sabina.

Sabina appeared to be the only receptionist working there and looked quite young, too. Younger than Salem, even. She felt some sense of almost pity for her.

Before she could even pause to think over her words, the first thing that came out of Salem’s mouth was, “How old are you?”

“Eighteen,” Sabina answered. Her voice was nonchalant and monotone, her German accent subtle. “Why do you ask?”

Salem immediately felt embarrassed. “Isn’t that overwhelming, working in a place like this by yourself at your age?”

Sabina shrugged. “You get used to it.”

She brushed a lock of her long brown hair out of her face, blowing a bubble of pink bubblegum before it popped. “Well?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “Are you here for a room?”

Before Salem could speak, there was suddenly the sound of retching. She quickly turned around, noticing a woman hunched over and vomiting while her very much concerned husband attempted to comfort her.

Sabina looked uncomfortable, slight concern flashing across her expression for a moment before it quickly faded. “Don’t… worry about that. It happens here sometimes. Think there’s been some kind of… sickness going around.”

Salem slowly nodded, awkwardly clearing her throat before she looked back at Sabina. She noticed that concerned look appear again, now with a hint of nervousness. She was staring in König’s direction as if she was wanting reassurance from him. He stepped closer to the reception desk, the polite smile that had previously been on his face returning rather quickly.

“Ah, yes. Not to worry. Illnesses come and go. Nothing out of the ordinary, I promise.”

Sabina appeared relieved at König’s response, looking back at Salem with a nonchalant expression once again. “So, what’s your name?”

“Salem Moriarty.”

Sabina took out a pen. “Well, we’ve got some, uh… private bungalows, rooms, suites… interested in any of those?”

“I’ll go with a suite.”

While Sabina was busy helping Salem, the same woman who had been vomiting earlier started retching again.

“Hey, hey… let’s get you out of here. You’re going to be okay.”

Salem noticed that Sabina was beginning to look nervous again, but she attempted to push it down.

“Ich werde nie Kinder bekommen. (I’m never having any children.)” Sabina muttered under her breath.

“What was that?” Salem quietly asked.

Sabina quickly snapped her head back up. “Oh, nothing. You don’t speak German, do you?”

“Just enough to get me by, I guess.”

“Ah.”

Eventually, after a few more minutes, Sabina gave Salem the key to her suite.

“Suite 144. Enjoy your stay here.” She spoke, now smiling kindly. “If you like going outside, Herr König takes the guests out on a nature walk every Wednesday. If you need some time to decompress, we also offer high-quality spa treatments. I really recommend them.”

Salem took her room key and offered Sabina an awkward smile. Her sudden switch-up in demeanor was honestly somewhat strange. Every so often, she’d glance back up at König, who was still standing in the lobby.

“Stimmt etwas nicht, Sabina? (Is something the matter, Sabina?)” König quietly asked, stepping closer to the reception desk. The smile he had worn had faded, replaced by a significantly more serious expression.

Sabina watched as Salem turned around to leave, clearly wanting to let them talk in peace. She looked back up at König, sighing.

“Ich möchte nicht mehr nachts arbeiten. (I don’t want to work at night anymore.)”

König raised an eyebrow at Sabina’s words, not speaking.

“Es gefällt mir nicht. (I don’t like it.)” Sabina continued.

Sabina could tell by the look in König’s eyes that he wasn’t pleased with her words in the slightest. It took him a while until he would finally speak, and that was something about him that scared Sabina — when he wouldn’t instantly respond. He was an intimidating figure.

“Das kann ich nicht zulassen. (I can’t let you.)” König eventually answered, his tone cold. “Sie sind der Einzige, der hier arbeitet. (You’re the only one who works here.)”

“Warum ist das wichtig? (Why does that matter?)” Sabina asked, narrowing her eyes. “Nach zehn Uhr ist es leer. Niemand Neues kommt herein. (It’s empty after ten o’clock. Nobody new comes in.)”

König didn’t bother listening to Sabina’s complaints. “Müssen Sie immer mit mir streiten? (Do you always have to argue with me?)” He asked. “Tu einfach was ich sage. (Just do what I say.)”

Sabina gave the older man a reluctant look at first before sighing.

“Sie haben Glück, dass Sie überhaupt hier arbeiten. (You’re lucky to be working here at all.)” König continued. “Deine Eltern haben dir nie eine Chance gegeben, aber ich schon. (Your parents never gave you a chance, but I did.)”

“Fine.” Sabina finally muttered.

When she saw König turn to leave, she felt a sense of relief. In all honesty, she couldn’t help but worry for each new guest who chose to come here. There was something awfully sketchy about it, and she knew it. What exactly it was, Sabina was unsure, but she just couldn’t trust this place. She was especially worried about Salem.

She didn’t belong here.

[ask-emily-em-emmy]

A Return to Something Like Normal

Sometime during her break, Emily had decided that her apartment, which had previously been meant for one, needed to be updated to meet the requirements of three. She had ordered a few pieces of furniture, including an art desk, foldable tv trays and a new tank with accessories to reunite Ass with her tiny black ball python, Venom. Another exciting purchase, the seraph had ordered a comfy outdoor couch that fit the three of them so they could all sit and watch the sunrise together, although there were several night spent on it as well, watching the stars and sharing their love however they could.

Emily didn’t want to leave her apartment. She’d essentially spent the last few weeks of her vacation nesting with her lovers and the idea of leaving the safety and comfort was not a pleasant one. Of course, they had gone out a few times together, (Shamira had even gone out on her own once) however this was different.

This would mark the first time she was truly separated from Ass since Sera had tried to unmake her.

Hindsight being 20x20, things had worked out for the best in the end! She wouldn’t trade her golden guardian for the world now! But, the fear that perhaps Sera would try again was never far from her mind and the chances of them being as lucky the second time was… slim at best.

And so, despite knowing it would make her a bit late, she spent a few extra minutes that morning on the balcony with her two warriors. A warm cocoon of wings and strong arms enveloping her as they softly spoke, laughing about nothing in particular, all of them trying to pretend they weren’t about to miss each other for the first time since they began.

But all good things must be ruined by career, as one winner had put it a little over a hundred years ago. It hadn’t made much sense at the time considering her career was everything to her then, but it made perfect sense now.

She finished getting ready, final soft kisses given freely to her guardian with a hand on her cheek and hungrier kisses for her flame ending with a light smack to Ass’s rear. Waving goodbye, she opened a portal to just outside the Joy Team™️ office building. She could have placed the portal inside, but something about that felt wrong after her leave of absence.

What she expected to walk into was a pristine office space, probably more well kept than she had left it considering the way that Penelope had assured her she had nothing to worry about. Emily really wasn’t sure how to describe the feeling in her chest knowing that things were running smoothly without her. Something like anxiety or fear that she might be replaced.

(But would that be so bad? A change of career?)

She was not prepared for charred walls, cracked furniture, broken windows and Penelope sitting forlorn at her desk with her head in her hands.

Emily blinked as she looked around at the mess. “Hey Pen, how’s it been… uh… going?” She took cautious steps forward, trying to avoid stepping on debris or tripping over metal reusable bottles.

The winner had a lot of mouse-like features, large rounded ears, a nose that pointed up just a bit past where it did in her mortal life and a tail she generally kept wrapped around her waist like a belt until she got too worked up, when it would end up in her hand as she worried the end. Penelope’s face as she looked up at Emily was very reminiscent of the human she once was though. Her mouth pressed tightly together, her eyebrows scrunched together, her chin dimpled as she did her best not to grind her teeth that sometimes felt too large for her mouth. Tear tracks down her cheeks darkening the short, light fur her heavenly form had given her.

“I lied to you, and if you fire me, I won’t blame you. I thank you for your time and never ending support thus far… please forgive me, Joy Bringer. I am… a failure.” She hung her head low and clamped her hands behind her neck, waiting for Emily to drop the guillotine.

Despite herself, Emily laughed. She threw her head back, not cruelly, but joyously. Maybe Adina was an awful Joy Bringer, but she definitely brought Emily some in that moment.

“I’m not gonna fire you, Penelope. You’ve been a very valuable member of this team and I don’t think I’d ever be able to find someone else with your attention to detail.” Penelope looked up hopefully a smile working its way onto her face at the praise. Emily grinned to encourage it, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Now, where’s everyone else? We need to get this place cleaned up!”

Right on cue, the door to the break room burst open and Maple, spraying a fire extinguisher into the room she entered from, appeared.

“Don’t worry, I found the fire extinguisher!” Her antlers held a fire retardant blanket and the fire extinguisher in her hands (which was not one owned by Joy Team™️ last Emily knew) had some of the foam still hanging out of the end of the tube.

“Well! That’s great news! Thank you, Maple!”

Before Emily could say anything more, the break room was alight once more as Terry sneezed. Maple jumped, her little wings flapping high as she let loose the fire extinguisher. “BEGONE HELLFIRE!!!”

To Emily’s eternal amusement and shock, the ceiling decided in that moment to give way, dropping Ellen, Duckton and Chad to the ground, their card game spilling across the floor.

“Emily’s back!!! Is it Monday already?” Ellen laughed nervously as she brushed dust off herself. “We uh, we missed you! Please make sure Adina and Joyer don’t find me pleasepleaseplease…”

“I-”

“Emily! It’s so good to see you! We’re all glad that you’re ba… ba… ahCHOO!!!” Terry’s sneeze lit the corner of Penelope’s cubicle and motivational puppy calendar, the last clean and orderly part of the room, perhaps even the whole building.

With a vicious spray, Maple stopped the fire, coating Penelope and her cubicle.

“Penelope?”

“Yes, Emily?”

“Take the day off.”

“Thank you.”

…

It was long work, but with Emily back at the helm, the remaining crew returned the office to its former glory.

And Emily planned a workshop on safety.

[lfghughes]

Heaven Can’t Help Me Now | Alt Finale

a/n: to all my jamie peeps I hope this helps you forgive me for the Trevor ending. If not I’m so sorry

It felt like the internet exploded overnight while you were trying to sleep. Trying was the key word because your brain was in overdrive over Jamie. When you did check your phone this morning you saw Trevor had quite an eventful night, plenty of videos circulating the internet with him and some girls. Surprisingly it didn’t sting the way you thought it would and that’s when it hit you. 

Trevor was fun, you enjoyed the week you had and it was a nice break from reality but in the long run you weren’t sure if you were actually that compatible. Jamie was the person who you could talk to about any of your problems, the person you liked curling up next to on the couch at the end of a long day. He gave you comfort when you needed it the most. You weren’t just upset about hurting Jamies feelings last night, you were upset about potentially losing him. But he did request for space and you were going to do that.

*few months later*

Time is exactly what Jamie got. For the first few weeks after that explosive night, you two barely saw each other. Once Trevor came back from vacation you started seeing them a little more although it still felt awkward especially with the three of you. But slowly things started falling into place again and after a couple of months you finally felt like you were in a good place with Jamie again.

After everything that happened when Trevor came back you both got to talk and it was clear where you stood with Jamie and your feelings for him. Still you wanted to respect the space Jamie needed so instead you and Trevor used this time to come up with a plan on how to tell Jamie how you felt. “Okay, so our first game is tomorrow and I think you should do it during warm ups because if it goes well we might just have the best game of our lives.”

Your eyes widened at Trevors words “Wait do you think this can go bad?” Now you were suddenly anxious about all the things that could go wrong. “Everything can go bad but we’re preparing for the best.” You nodded your head slowly at his words, nope you weren’t going to get in your head about this. “Okay, so I have my sign done.” You told him and he nodded his head as if he was checking that off his mental checklist. “I’ll take care of music, trust me I’ll set the mood.” Now you were more worried because what in the world did Trevor pick for a song and why was he going so above and beyond for this.

You were nervous all throughout the night and even more the next day. But all of that washed away once you were in the arena, maybe it had something to do with the cool air or just you listening to Trevors words about preparing for the best case scenario. At warm ups you try your best to stay slightly hidden not that it would be that weird for you to be there to begin with. As all the boys came out, you saw Trevor look over at you and give you a small nod as he skated to the bench. You watched him as he spoke to someone who was behind the bench and when they disappeared you knew Trevor was putting the plan into action.

A laugh spilled from your lips as Trevors song choice came on and you knew it was his song choice because it was Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift. Definitely how he viewed romance. You held up your sign that clearly stated to Jamie that you loved him and you watched as Trevor tapped him and pointed him over to you. You could see it all falling into place. Jamie taking in that the song choice wasn’t random and realizing what your sign was saying. 

His cheeks turned red as a smile grew on his lips and he took his helmet off as he skated off the ice. Before you knew it he had found you. “You’re such a sap you know?” He teased you, using the words you had used on him the night at his house when he did the set up outside. “Takes one to know one huh?” You teased him right back. A smile grew on his lips as he leaned down to kiss you and both of you laughed when you heard a cheer coming from the ice, definitely Trevor getting the whole team to cheer. “After this game I’m definitely getting you a jersey with my name on it. Make sure everyone knows you’re my girlfriend.”

[wafflesinthe504]

The Rookie 5x22 Thoughts

Spoilers for The Rookie 5x22 below. If you've watched the episode or don't care about spoilers, please enjoy!

^ Me during this entire episode.

This was easily one of the best finales that I've seen. The only other shows that I've watched have managed to make feel this worried and anxious for the characters during a finale were Agents of Shield and Criminal Minds.

I've been excited for this episode ever since last week when they showed the promo and they exceeded my expectations for this episode. I was on the edge my seat the entire time.

Can I just say how heartbreaking the cold open was. Seeing Celina and Aaron just bonding and talking about DnD was cute and wholesome. Even though I sort of knew what was going to happen I wasn't prepared for how much it would hurt to actually see it. Seeing Celina cover Aaron's body with her own in an attempt to stop the bleeding was so emotional. Lisseth honestly did a great job in the scenes she was in and just portraying the grief and the guilt over what happened.

Everything from Celina fighting to give Nolan the riddle and then staying by Aaron's side as soon as he got out of surgery and trying to encourage him to wake by using DnD metaphors was extremely compelling to watch. Celina was desperate to help in any way possible and I felt like I was just right there next to her during those scenes.

Aaron flatlining at the end leaving him in limbo until the next season will probably be something that just continuously reruns in my head for the next few months until I know he's okay.

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When Leah was taken from Nyla and James my heart dropped. I couldn't breathe for a moment, when they found Leah by the tree I was so relieved. For a moment I thought that the Rookie was about go down a really dark path, but I'm glad that they didn't. I don't think my heart would have been able to take it.

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I really enjoyed seeing the Luna, Wesley, and Angela team up tonight. It was a lot of fun and interesting to see the three characters together. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think that we've ever seen three of them interact with each other at the same time and it was really great to see them all working with each other.

Angela really doesn't know what a break or vacation is does she? She's really over here trying to postpone giving birth in order to solve a case. Can't blame her though considering she managed to succeed with some help. Once everything calms down I would really like to see a chill episode where Angela, Nyla, and Luna all hang out together, enjoy some wine, (and maybe end up solving a case together.)

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The fights in this episode were amazing. John and Bailey's fight at their house was so freaking good. At first I was worried that they would make it so that they would just breeze right through the fight and not take any damage, but man I was wrong. I actually felt like John and Bailey were in real danger and that for once they might not make it out alright. It was a really solid fight scene.

And then of course Tim and Lucy's fight scene. Yeah, I will absolutely be going back to watch that over and over again. I for sure thought one of them was going to end being out for the count. They really fought like a dozen people and managed to make it out alive without getting any major injuries. There are just so many things that I can talk about in this scene. Lucy grabbing the shield and pushing the man down the stairs. Tim with the two batons and beating the crap out of people. Lucy throwing someone over the stairs. Tim ushering Lucy to safety.

Everything was just so good, I can't wait to see season 6 and how everything ends up playing out.

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Side notes: The Rookie writers are really good with call backs and there were quite a few of them tonight. Aaron getting shot in the back just like Jackson. And us being able to see Wade's reaction to Aaron being shot and how Jackson's death and Aaron's life hanging in the balance are effecting him.

Tim and Lucy's hug was probably a call back to the first time they hugged at Tim's place after Jackson's death. And then Tim saying 'you know me so well.'

(Also can we talk about that hug and the little kiss that Tim placed on Lucy's head. It was so cute and short reprieve from the rest of the insanity going on.)

Overall, I really enjoyed the more thriller/horror vibes of this episode. I wonder if the Rookie will end up doing more episodes like this in the future or if this is just a one-off. With how dark and serious this episode was I wouldn't be surprised that if the storyline ends up being one that lasts for a significant portion of the next season that The Rookie will end up leaning more towards its drama side than its comedy side for next season. At least for a couple of episodes where this storyline is at the forefront. But we'll just have to wait and see.

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Anyways that's it for now hope you enjoyed. If you want come chat with me in the comments about anything The Rookie related.

Until next time have a good day or night!✌🏾

[jeonstellate]

love is: a compass

you’ve witnessed firsthand how one’s love can manifest into multiple — sometimes contrasting — things, yet you still didn’t expect kihyun’s love to be just like yours.

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✇༄ mafia!au, arranged marriage!au — angst, fluff(?)

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chapter sixteen: the storm of the night before

You had never slept alone in your room ever since you gave birth. Partly because you weren’t well off enough to give Kian her own room just yet, but mostly because it puts you at ease hearing your daughter breathe as she slept.

Even when you two started living in the MX house, you still shared a room — although that was a product of another reason. Yes, the mansion has more than enough rooms to choose from, but Kian was still getting used to all the changes that happened — something in her old routine had to be kept the same. And it wasn’t like you support the idea of leaving your four-year old alone at night, either — especially in a location that might be swarmed by enemies as you slept. Of course, you knew she had to learn to become independent in that sense soon, but you were in no rush to have her grow up as soon as possible.

Thus, in the night before your wedding, when your cousin Seungcheol took Kian for the night to make the preparations the following morning easier, you felt uneasy sleeping by yourself.

Kian was picked up by her SVT uncles a few hours after lunch. As such, you didn’t even have the toddler to tire you out enough. You didn’t have work, either, since your vacation leave had already started. You had already cleaned and rearranged anything that you could, but you were still unfortunately wide awake. Watching anything to pass time was proven to be futile as well, since all the presented recommendations catered to your daughter and consequently just made you miss her even more.

You were told to sleep early, to prevent bags under your eyes. Unfortunately, even if you were trying your best to do exactly that, the silence in your room was deafening — suffocating you, too, almost. Even when you tried to put on some white noise to drown it out, sleep still couldn’t claim you.

Sadly, you couldn’t just grab a drink to help you knockout, either. After all, as much as sleeping early was important, waking up without a hangover was even more preferable.

"Ryuki?" You never imagined that you would’ve to resort to this. Your relationship with Ryuki had gotten even colder in the past weeks, right after your outing with I.M and Player. You weren’t sure why so — and you felt like you were in no position to ask, so you just let it be.

Unfortunately for him, he was the closest thing you had in your daughter’s absence.

"Can I help you?" Ryuki soon cracked his door open, just creating a small enough gap to peek at whoever dared to knock.

You hesitated for a moment as a bit of your sanity came back. Still, you couldn’t stop words from escaping your lips. "I miss Kian."

There was silence first, then— "And? Do you want to make another one?"

Had you been drinking anything, you would’ve surely spat it out. You knew providing an heir was in the contract between MX and SVT, but you hadn’t really talked to Ryuki long enough to ask if Kian already counted. And even if you now had the time to talk, you weren’t really in the mood to venture in that topic.

You snapped your mouth close, after involuntarily opening it due to shock. You immediately turned to leave, "I should’ve just went to Hyungwon."

Yet, before you could take another step, a hand encircled your wrist. "What did you really come here for?"

"I already told you . . . I miss my daughter."

"Our daughter," Ryuki corrected as he let go of your wrist. You then heard him let out a deep breath before he spoke up again, "Just go to sleep, we’ll see her tomorrow."

"I can’t—" You stopped suddenly, as if you thought better about your next words. "I’ve tried and I’m not so sure I can sleep without her."

Something shifted in the air suddenly, although you were unsure why it did. All you did know was it couldn’t be for of a good reason — especially since the temperature felt like it dropped a few degrees.

"It’s not easy sleeping alone when you’ve been so used to having someone next to you, isn’t it?" It wasn’t a question — nor was it still about your present dilemma. It was, for its complications, a long overdue topic — one that bloomed long before Kian was even born.

You sighed, this is going to be a long night.

Slowly, without another word, you turned back towards his direction and sat down in front of his door. Your back was pressed on the oak, your legs crossed and tucked under you. You looked up to meet his questioning eyes, your expression neutral.

"I’m sorry, Yoo Kihyun." You forced yourself to not break the eye contact as you finally referred to him by his civilian name. You needed him to see your sincerity and feel it resonate as much as possible, even if your apologies would only turn out to be futile later. "There are a lot of things I’m sorry for, but there is nothing I regret."

You heard him let out a dry chuckle. "Do you really hate me that much? Did— did I make your life that miserable? To the point that you don’t even feel an ounce of regret for leaving me?"

You hardened the expression you wore. "Don’t put words into my mouth. I never—"

"—But that’s what you meant, isn’t it?" Kihyun cut you off before you could even finish. "You even came up with a scheme—"

"—That’s not—"

"—To leave, involving the leaders of SVT and Hyungwon! How is it that you had no problem telling them the truth, but you didn’t tell me? I was—"

"—I couldn’t—"

Albeit you both initially tried to control your volume, your voices just kept on raising an octave with each argument — as both of you tried to be heard over the other. Thankfully, the whole floor wing was designated for Kihyun, so no one else was around to hear your screaming match.

Unspoken as it was, you were both glad that your daughter wasn’t round to overhear. Whether it was a blessing that Kian was over at Seungcheol’s in the first place was debatable, though. After all, was it really a good idea to address the elephant in the room the night before the wedding — when talking it out wouldn’t guarantee resolution?

By how everything was going, it wouldn’t be too surprising if addressing the past only created a greater divide between you and Kihyun.

It was a miracle one of you eventually managed to collect your mind and calm down. However, for what it was worth, it wasn’t at all surprising that it was you who did.

"Can you just listen to me?" You dropped your voice back down after you realized how ridiculous you two were being by trying to out-scream each other. "Just for a second, just listen. Please."

Your plead seemed to have shocked him, if you were going by the indication given by his suddenly wide eyes. However, just before you could conclude that he finally gave in, he spoke once more. "No.

"No," Kihyun’s voice held an unyielding finality in them, "because the last time I listened to you, you took Kian away from me."

chapter seventeen: the calmness after the storm

Despite Kihyun’s blatant refusal to hear you explain yourself, you still ended up doing so, anyway. Although, admittedly, that feat wasn’t achievable without a compromise.

You recognized you had left him with years worth of hatred and a multitude of unanswered questions, so you didn’t do anything that might potentially invalidate his feelings. Instead, you chose to let him have the microphone until he ran out of things to say — or until he ran out of energy to continue.

Then, once the hoarseness made it impossible to say anything else, you did your best to answer all his questions in order.

You never hated him. No matter how hateful and cruel your actions to him were, you had nothing but love for him.

You were in no way, shape, nor form miserable during your life together. In fact, you were extremely thankful that he went out of his way to separate and protect you from the dark side of MX. Not to mention he allowed you to continue living your civilian life as it was, without restrictions.

He was the main source of your happiness, the sole owner of your heart. At least back then.

Still, despite all of those, you didn’t feel an ounce of regret for ruining what you had then. Because, as you told him before you left, as much as you loved him, you just didn’t love him enough — enough to jeopardize Kian’s chance at a normal and safe life, that was.

"I can protect her. Both of you." Kihyun had long lost his energy to stand, so he had been sitting on the floor early into your spiel. You couldn’t see him clearly since it was quite dark in his room, but you could tell he was leaning against the wall — seating close to his bedroom door and to you, but facing the opposite way. "You didn’t have to leave."

You knew he was going to say that. You also knew he meant it with all his heart. You trust him to do nothing less, which admittedly part of the reason why you strengthened your resolve to leave. You liked how unrestricted you were, with just a tracker locating where you were. With the existence of a child, however, you knew you were bound to lose that freedom and instead be under constant surveillance — especially after what happened to Hayeon. Despite being well aware of his good intentions, you also knew you would end up hating him because of it.

You didn’t want to hate him. And you most certainly didn’t want him to face a situation where he would’ve had to choose between you and Kian or MX — nor, even worse, you or Kian.

"I couldn’t think of any other way that would give our child a chance at a normal life and also eliminate the possibility of you having to choose, so I made the call," you explained further. As brave as you were earlier, you no longer found the strength to look at him as you revealed everything. "I could never bear the thought of hating you; but I figured I could probably live with knowing you hated me, so I— I made you hate me. I made sure you blamed me for every reason why our relationship went down to flames."

"If you wanted to leave, you could’ve just said so," you heard him say. "You didn’t have to do all of that."

"Without the dramatics, would have you really let me go?" You challenged. "Without offering to fix whatever it was that made me want to leave? Without assigning people to trail me and keep me safe? Without checking in on me whenever you thought of me?" You paused to hear his response, but the silence only stretched the more you waited. Albeit he didn’t say anything, the loud silence that followed your prompt was enough. "I didn’t think so, either."

Everything you did back then was necessary. Most of them broke your own heart, but you had to soldier on — especially since your mission’s success guaranteed your removal from Kihyun’s radar. Without such thing monitoring you behind your back, you weren’t burdened with the possibility of him ever finding out. That way, you felt more at ease about raising Kian away from him.

SVT was involved because you needed someone who had similar capabilities as MX. You needed someone who could help you cover your tracks — not just from MX, but also from anyone who might use you against either MX or SVT. You didn’t plan on involving anyone from MX in your escape, partly because it was too risky to do so, but mostly because you didn’t want any of them to break his trust. After all, as much as you didn’t agree that MX’s business was safe enough for Kian’s wellbeing, you value the brotherhood that formed because of it — and, thus, would rather not be the cause of a rift.

Silence followed after you finished answering his questions and follow-ups. However, just before Kihyun could comprehend that you were actually done and not merely taking a pause, you uttered something under your breath. "I needed you to hate me, so you can forget about me; so you can move on.

"I had hoped that you’d find someone else, in my absence. Someone more deserving of your affection. Someone who would love you without reservations, like I did. But, alas." A timid smile suddenly graced your features. Rather than happiness, though, it was an act paired with a tint of sadness in your eyes. You turned towards him, "I’m sorry fate has bound us, Yoo Kihyun."

chapter eighteen: the quietness after the storm

The Yoo Kihyun you knew as his significant other was different from the Yoo Kihyun you had to come back to. He was colder. Meaner. Harder to read.

Not that you were counting his personality change against him. After all, you — of all people — knew what prompted him to be more closed off. Plus, it wasn’t like you two were still comfortable enough with each other to treat one another the same way as before.

Sure, between snide remarks and verbal quarrels, you two were still courteous to one another. Sometimes, the actions were from conscious decisions. Most of the time, though, they were out of instinct — a habit even the passage of time couldn’t erase.

Truthfully, you never really cared if his courtesy was consciously or unconsciously made — just like he does whenever you do the same.

However, for his newest display of courtesy, you somehow found yourself wondering which root it was from. "W— what?"

"Come to bed," Kihyun, without any specifications to guide him, took your reply differently. "Don’t make me repeat it again."

"Why—?"

"Don’t read too much into it," he dismissed your inquiry before you could even finish. "I just need to make sure you don’t run."

You didn’t buy his excuse. Unfortunately, even if you tired yourself hoarse from giving Kihyun his long-overdue closure, you still didn’t think you could sleep alone. Which, ultimately, left you with no other choice.

When morning came, the distance you put before you closed your eyes appeared to have melted with the moon.

Kihyun’s arm, which was nowhere near you when you slept, somehow found its way to wrap around you. Sometime between the transition from night to day, you had somehow gravitated toward him — if he didn’t unconsciously pull you closer in his sleep, that was.

Perhaps it was part of the whole ‘preventing you from running’ ruse. Or perhaps it was just another one of your unerased habit from long ago. Either way, whatever the case might be, his sleeping figure was unarguably the very first thing you saw when you fluttered your eyes open.

There were a number of years when you thought waking up next to him was the only way to properly start your day. When you agreed to be his betrothed for your second gamble, you ultimately decided that continuing to put your life at risk by staying by his side was worth it if it meant you got to start your days with him; if it meant you always had him to give you strength for any awaiting obstacles. You used to believe, albeit quite naively, that everything would be alright, as long as you had him.

And, really, it was . . . until it wasn’t.

You flinched away and attempted to create more distance, immediately realizing that Kihyun probably wouldn’t appreciate your proximity once he regained consciousness. However, much to your surprise, his arm instantly tugged you back — almost on instinct. Perhaps, you could easily blame the sleepiness in your system, but you could swear his hold on you tightened.

You had somewhat mastered escaping a hold, without waking up the person that was holding onto you, thanks to both Kihyun and Kian over the years. However, it wasn’t always effective — especially if the latter was in a sensitive state of sleep.

Considering how Kihyun reacted when you flinched, you could only assume he was partially aware of his surroundings. Thus, if you move one more time, you would definitely wake him up. And as much as you didn’t want to disturb his sleep, you needed him to let you get ready.

After all, neither of you could be late for your own wedding.

Rather than having him wake up abruptly, you chose to ease him into it — just like you used to do back then. "Kihyun," you called softly with your voice hoarse with sleep.

You took a moment to admire him when your first tactic didn’t seem to work, no matter how much you called him. With his eyes closed and sleep cradling him, there was nothing intimidating about him. He was just Kihyun, the man you used to wake up next to, the man you gambled your life for. And, somehow, seeing him in this state reminded you of what it was — and what it could’ve been.

Unconsciously, your hand found its way to his face. Fortunately, before it can make any contact with his cheek, you were able to freeze it mid-air.

Waking Kihyun up by touching his face was a second resort tactic by the old you, the you that loved him with everything that you were. Not the you that left him alone. And certainly not the you that lied and took his child away.

After what you did, you were well-aware that you no longer deserve a lot of things. But, as it seemed, the universe was conspiring to prove you otherwise.

The instant Kihyun’s eyelids fluttered, you retracted your arm back to you. You had half a mind to turn away so he wouldn’t catch you staring, but you already made eye contact with him before you could even shift.

You didn’t know what you expected to happen then, all you knew was you never would’ve guessed the very first thing he uttered after waking up.

"Can you learn to love me again?"

chapter nineteen: the rainbow of the morning after

Your wedding was a small, private affair. That was, if you consider having the entirety of MX and SVT in attendance a short guest list — not to mention the core members of their respective allies.

Considering that your wedding wasn’t really a civilian affair, there were only a handful of civilians present. Even then, all guests — except your daughter — were aware of the true nature of the event. In some form or another, everyone present had ties — personal or otherwise — with a mafia gang.

Although it was undoubtedly your wedding with Kihyun, at its core, it was a mere way for MX and SVT to seal off their alliance. Given that you were only an unofficial member of SVT, you weren’t really consulted with any wedding matters. As such, Kihyun was probably the only one they let privy to its details — and considering how well you two got along, it was no surprise that no information was ever passed on to you.

Really, the only reason you knew the wedding was still happening was due to the days Nari and Hayeon dragged you to get fitted for your wedding attire — once to get your measurements taken and the other to make any necessary adjustments. Absurd as it was, Nari and Hayeon were required by their significant others — Minhyuk and Changkyun, respectively — to not let you see your attire, so even that was still out of your reach.

You absolutely had no idea why you were forbidden to see the only preview you had for your big day. Thankfully, with all the deadlines and other obligations you had, you didn’t really had the time to dwell on it.

When the scheduled day finally arrived, you then immediately understood why MX went through such lengths to keep you from seeing your outfit beforehand.

Your attire was the exact replica of your sketch from five years ago, down to the smallest detail. Albeit you weren’t a fashion designer by any means, you tried your best to sketch your dream wedding attire using your skills as a professional architect. During the eight months of your first engagement, you were also able to sketch Kihyun’s outfit as well, with details added according to his own suggestions and preferences. Furthermore, albeit it wasn’t finalized and mostly just a cloud of brainstormed ideas on paper, you were also able to get started on sketching how you imagined the venue to look like. Of course, just like you did for his suit, you also incorporated Kihyun’s opinions into them. After all, it was supposed to be your wedding.

All your wedding-related sketches were inside a single sketchbook, one you purposely didn’t mix with any other artwork. If you remembered correctly, it also served as a journal to you back then; it also housing a specific portion of your thoughts — starting from the night Kihyun proposed and ending with the day you completed your third gamble. You were fairly certain you were able to take it with you when you left your shared apartment, but misplaced it sometime before you left the country, so you weren’t entirely sure how SVT and/or MX could’ve extracted ideas from it.

One thing was for sure, though: that sketchbook was definitely used during the planning of the wedding.

"Are you ready?" Seungcheol was the one set to walk you down the aisle. According to him, since SVT was the one who extended the olive branch to MX, his party had to be the one walking down to symbolize that. However, in Jihoon’s account of events, you were the one chosen to walk down the aisle simply because Seungcheol lost to Hyunwoo in rock paper scissors.

As such, you were unable to watch Kian walk down as the designated flower girl. Thankfully, Nari and Hayeon — as well as Soonyoung and Mingyu — were more than ecstatic to record that moment for you.

"Ready." As if merely waiting for your confirmation, the double doors opened from the inside — to reveal the path you must walk on with Seungcheol.

Truth be told, you had been contemplating what you were supposed to feel on your wedding day since the people contracted to fix you up started doing their job. Somehow, you managed to convince yourself that you’d be indifferent — after all, your upcoming marriage was contractual. Yes, the person at the end of the aisle was the same as the one in your dreams, but the circumstances were no longer as they were back then.

There was no longer love involved, unlike when you used to dream of the day.

However, when you finally saw how venue was decorated — how the one in charge for the decorations incorporated your ideas from five years ago, despite your lack of direct involvement — you realized otherwise.

After all this time, there was still love — even if it was no longer how it used to be.

"He still loves you, you know," you heard your cousin whisper as you two continued your slow walk down the aisle.

"Wha— what?" You answered in surprise, slightly convinced that he could read your thoughts.

"Kihyun still loves you," Seungcheol repeated. "He never said it out loud, at least not when SVT’s around, but I can tell."

You inevitably made eye contact with Kihyun at the end of the aisle, precisely at the moment you suddenly felt overwhelmed. Although your cousin didn’t say it directly, based on how you noticed him glancing around the venue at the corner of your eye, you connected that he was most likely referring to the wedding itself — somehow implying that Kihyun played a greater role in the preparation than you initially thought. More specifically, it seemed like Seungcheol was implying that Kihyun took charge of the decorations — which hereby also imply that he was the one who deliberately incorporated your ideas into the wedding.

Despite the coldness of your relationship — or lack there of — ever since you crossed paths once more, Kihyun still cared enough about you to make your dream wedding from five years ago a reality. He had no reason to do that, especially since the wedding was merely for an alliance’s sake and he clearly loathed you for the decisions you had made in the past, but he still thought of you as he planned out everything.

Sure, it would be valid to argue that it was merely another display of consideration from his part — or even as a manifestation of an unerased habit from long ago. However, somehow, you knew it was more than just a habit. It was a conscious decision: an act deliberately made — not out of respect, but out of something else entirely.

"Yeah," you replied slowly as memories upon memories of his unerased mannerisms came flashing back. You began to wonder just how frequent his conscious kindness towards you actually showed itself, but you were just too oblivious to take notice of its true nature. "I can tell, too."

You sent a smile on Kihyun’s way, as a silent assurance since you could sense that he was getting worried about your probably-glossed eyes. "You two are the same."

Fortunately for Seungcheol, you had finally reached the end before you could even think about questioning his observation. "What were you guys talking about?" Unfortunately for your cousin, though, it also meant that Kihyun heard his last remark.

"Sea will tell you later, I’m sure." He replied dismissively and cryptically all at once. "For now . . . take care of my cousin for me."

Seungcheol passed your hand to Kihyun, completing his role as the person who extended the olive branch.

With the distance between the two of you now being a mere two steps, you were able to see into his eyes. And, somehow, even if you had looked him right in the eye before, you were barely noticing what his gaze held whenever he looked at you.

Past whatever emotions he was currently feeling, buried beneath time and the clouds, was love. Albeit it wasn’t as it was, with all the scars it picked up along the way, it still exist — more prominent now than it probably would’ve been, especially with the disappearance of the mist obscuring it from view.

You weren’t quite sure how his love survived underneath all hatred and loathing you implanted within its roots, but it did. Somehow.

And maybe, just maybe, you’d let yourself gamble once more.

Can you learn to love me again?

"I can’t love you again," you whispered, only intending for him to hear, "because I never stopped in the first place."

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But There Was Only One Onsen

Pairing: Nobara x Maki

Tags: Hot Springs & Onsen, Dom/sub, Dom Zenin Maki, Top Zenin Maki, Top Kugisaki Nobara, Bottom Zenin Maki, Bottom Kugisaki Nobara, Anniversary, Vacation, Dirty Talk, Choking, Nipple Play, Nipple Licking, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Teasing, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Hair-pulling, Dom Kugisaki Nobara, Sub Kugisaki Nobara

Summary:

Maki and Nobara think they are getting sent on a mission when Gojo...pulls a Gojo. Instead, the two are gifted with an early anniversary present of a room with a private onsen. Things get steamy as the two battle for control.

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Maki wasn’t sure she was hearing things correctly. She was fully prepared and had trained extra hard the last few weeks with the expectation she and Nobara were being sent on a mission that would truly put their skills to the test.

After graduating from Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School, both women started teaching at their alma mater. An influx of new students had applied since Sukuna had been defeated; after all, who wouldn’t want to learn from the team that took down the King of Curses?

Since the cataclysmic fight, both Maki and Nobara, along with Yuji and Megumi, had stayed on staff to train the next generation. It was a good job that paid well, but Maki had to admit - it was becoming stale. She found grading tests monotonous and nowhere near as pulse-pounding as facing down a high-grade cursed spirit.

The one exciting thing in her life had been her friendship with her former peer, and now co-teacher, Nobara. The friendship had since blossomed into a full-blown relationship. The two had history and could commiserate with each other on the fact work had become…boring.

So, when Gojo had mentioned he’d be sending the women on a mission, Maki jumped at the chance. Surprise, surprise: he had lied. Instead, they had received a vacation. The two stood in their room at a ryokan in Kyoto as Maki placed an irritated call to the culprit.

“Did I say a mission? I think you must have misheard me. Oh, well. I happen to know you guys have an anniversary this weekend sooooo enjoy celebrating on my dime. All expenses laid…I mean paid. You two kids have fun now!” Gojo’s voice echoed out of Maki’s cell phone. Megumi and Yuji could be heard making obnoxiously loud fake kissing noises which they would certainly pay for when she got back.

It was so obnoxiously loud, in fact, that Nobara marched over to the phone and yelled, “Yuji! Megumi! I swear to God, you better knock it off!”

Maki rolled her eyes. “Hey! Gojo! I thought we were here to kick some ass! Wait, wait, wait don’t hang up! UGH!” She threw her phone on the futon and watched it land with a soft thud.

This should have been expected. Why would that bastard of a jujutsu sorcerer do anything differently? She never should have gotten her hopes up that she and her girlfriend would have an opportunity to get back out there and show the world they were still a force to be reckoned with. She glanced up to see Nobara pouting at her.

“I truly don’t get why you’re so upset, babe. Isn’t this technically an amazing opportunity?” Nobara said as she wrapped her arms around Maki’s waist. Maki rested her chin on her head as she hugged her back. Nobara could feel her shrug as she sighed.

“I don’t see what’s so amazing about it. This was supposed to be a chance for us to fight together again! Don’t you miss the rush that used to come with every big win?”

“I certainly don’t miss worrying that your reckless ass wouldn’t come back home,” Nobara huffed. Maki glanced down at her with a skeptical side-eye.

“Um, my reckless ass? Look who’s talking!” Maki chuckled as she gave her a playful squeeze. Nobara wiggled free and gave Maki a firm shove, a look of faux offense on her face.

Maki would be lying if that push didn’t make her blood run hot. If they were stuck here for the weekend, they might as well make the most of it. Damn that Gojo and his sneaky schemes. He was just lucky this one was to her benefit.

She took a few quick steps forward and grabbed Nobara by the wrist.

“And where do you think you’re going? You don’t get to push me and then run away,” she said, increasing the force of her grip.

A pink blush spread across Nobara’s face as she tried to compose herself.

“I-I’m not running away! I just…wanted to check out the rest of the place. Care to join me?” For now, Maki decided to play along. Sliding her hand down to lace her fingers with Nobara’s, she smirked at her.

“Lead the way, princess.”

The two walked around the room’s tatami flooring, appreciating the classic Japanese decor. After moving through the sliding shoji screen door attached to their room, they both gasped at what they saw: a private onsen with a perfect view of sakura trees in bloom.

“Oh my God, Maki! This is so romantic!” Nobara turned to face her girlfriend, eyes shining bright in the moonlight. She was a straight-up sucker for this look. While romance was all well and good, Maki was much more interested in seeing Nobara slide out of a yukata and into her arms in the hot spring bath.

Maki leaned down to brush a strand of hair behind Nobara’s ear before leaning in to whisper, “Well then, what are we waiting for? We better get changed into the appropriate attire. While I’m sure you’ll look gorgeous in a yukata, I wouldn’t get too attached. You won’t be wearing it for long.”

————————- Maki waited outside in a forest green yukata that complimented her hair color. The anticipation was killing her waiting for Nobara to emerge from the room. When she did, Maki could have sworn her jaw was going to hurt in the morning from how hard it dropped.

Nobara was wearing a crimson yukata that only accentuated the redness of her cheeks caused by the natural steam coming off the water.

“What’re you staring at?” Nobara teased. Maki swallowed hard before speaking.

“It’s going to be nearly impossible for me to keep my hands off you, you know that, right?” The husky timbre of her voice clearly betrayed the fact she was ready for much more than a soak in the bath.

“Aw, you mean big, tough Maki can’t control herself around me? Whatever shall I do…” she mocked as she started to slip her shoulders out of the light piece of fabric.

“Keep being a tease and you might regret it,” Maki smirked, determined not to let her win this little game. With a quick tug of her belt, Maki let her own yukata fall to the ground, sauntered to the hot spring, and lowered herself in without sparing a backward glance.

Nobara huffed in frustration at her (assumed) failed attempt to seduce her girlfriend and followed suit, leaving her yukata in a pile next to Maki’s.

“You’re not fair, you know that, right?” Nobara pouted as she sunk next to her.

“And how, pray tell, am I not being fair?” Maki seductively murmured as she threw her arm around her shoulders. She could feel Nobara shiver as their skin made contact - she could already tell this would be an easy win, just like every time they sparred back home. Nobara put up a better fight than most, but their bouts always ended with her flat on her back, hips trapped by Maki’s own.

“You never give in and you’re so stubborn. You seemed so upset when you found out we’d be ‘stuck’ here. Weren’t you just the slightest bit happy we’d have some alone time?”

Maki let her head fall back with a sigh. “Of course I’m happy. I just don’t want us to lose our edge and get complacent. If we don’t keep our skills sharp, I worry. What if something were to happen to you?”

“Baby, I’m positive that even if I had to battle a high-level curse now I’d smack it with my hammer so hard it would be calling me mommy.”

Maki burst out laughing. She could feel the tension melting away. That’s why she loved Nobara. She was tough and had a sense of humor that couldn’t be beaten.

“Plus, I know you’d come running the second you so much as sensed an inkling of danger. You’re my hero,” Nobara said sweetly. Maki’s heart swelled. She pulled her in closer and kissed Nobara’s temple.

“You know it, love.” They relaxed in the warm water together, Nobara’s head on Maki’s shoulder. As they watched the cherry blossoms sway in the breeze, Nobara felt it was time to recapture Maki’s attention. She turned her head and lightly bit her shoulder.

“Ah! What are you doing!?”

“You seem far too enraptured by the cherry blossoms when you have a beautiful rose sitting right next to you. Naked. Let’s see some excitement, hmm?”

“Oh, you want excitement?” Maki said with a raised eyebrow. “I can give you excitement.” With a squeal from Nobara, Maki pulled her onto her lap, both of them now facing the sakura trees.

She took Nobara’s chin between her fingers and held her face in place looking at the pink petals drifting through the air. After nipping at Nobara’s ear, she slowly kissed down her neck to her shoulder, stopping to suck and bite just hard enough to leave a dark bruise.

“M-Maki! That better not have broken skin!”

“Hmmm…” Maki hummed. “And so what if it did? I think you’d like that, you twisted slut.”

Nobara sucked in a breath. She’d never admit it to her face, but Maki talking dirty to her turned her on faster than anything she could physically do.

Maki’s other hand ghosted across the skin of Nobara’s chest, making its way down past her stomach to rest on her thigh. A whine escaped Nobara’s lips as Maki ceased her movements.

Kissing her shoulder, Maki rested her forehead on Nobara’s back. “Now be a good girl for me and continue to face forward taking in that scenery.”

Nobara swallowed hard and nodded. Maki continued placing kisses across her back, releasing the hold she had on her chin to reach for her breast instead. Rolling her taught nipple between her index finger and thumb, Nobara elicited a moan as her head fell backward.

“Ah, ah, ah, keep looking straight ahead or this hand will have to stop what it’s doing to correct you. We wouldn’t want that, now, would we?” Nobara shook her head furiously as Maki’s other hand started to rub the inside of her thigh.

Maki continued kneading Nobara’s breast, alternating from one to the other to ensure each got an appropriate amount of attention. Ever conscious of where Maki’s other hand rested, Nobara mentally begged for her to shift its position. Every time her fingers glided further up, Nobara’s breath hitched just a bit more.

“Maki…please…” Nobara panted as she spread her legs open, inviting her in.

“God, you’re such a needy little bitch,” Maki hummed with delight as she dragged her finger over Nobara’s clit, circling the now overly-sensitive bud.

“Makiiiiii,” she hissed through gritted teeth, leaning back into her. “Faster…more…something, please,” she panted.

Maki ignored her and continued her slow ministrations. She could feel Nobara was already close and struggling to keep her legs open, but Maki wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of finishing just yet.

As Nobara’s back started to arch, Maki ceased all movement. Nobara let out an almost painful whine. Bringing her mouth closer to her ear, Maki whispered, “Did you think I’d let you come that easily? It’s been quite some time since we’ve been together like this. I intend to take my time with you. Quit acting like a whore and pull yourself together.”

Maki slowly guided her off her lap, stood, and faced her. Nobara knew she was going to make her work for it and she intended to try to break her first. Nobara stood, brought her lips close to Maki’s, and waited until Maki closed her eyes and leaned into her.

As their mouths met, Nobara slid her tongue into Maki’s and ran her thumb over her nipple. This elicited a moan from Maki, and Nobara took the chance to deepen the kiss. She released their locked mouths, grinned, and moved to nip and suck Maki’s neck. Her competitive nature wouldn’t let her pass up the chance to get her back for the mark she had left on her earlier.

Kissing down past Maki’s collarbone, lapping and sucking at the water that remained beaded on her skin, she made her way to her breast. Taking her time to ensure both were tended to, she alternated between swirling her tongue on one nipple while lightly kneading and pinching the other.

Maki’s breathing rate increased, her face flushing an embarrassingly deep shade of red. Nobara smirked, thoroughly convinced she was finally going to win a match of a different sort with her.

“Ahh...Nobara…I know…what you are…ahhh…doing. I-I-it’s..not going..to work. Ahh fuck,” Maki panted as Nobara bit down.

With a light pop, Nobara let go of Maki’s breast and looked up at her through her lashes.

“Are you sure? Because the sounds you’re making certainly say otherwise,” Nobara taunted. Maki threaded her fingers through Nobara’s hair as she tugged her back up.

“Says the one who was practically begging to ride my fucking fingers. Let’s get dried off and I’ll show you what else I have in store for you,” Maki said, carefully pulling Nobara out of the bath.

The two walked over to their towels, where they helped one another dry off. Nobara tried to rush, but Maki stopped her with a chuckle.

“Hey, hey, hey! I know you’re eager, but we may want to dry off a bit more. I certainly want the sheets to end up wet, but not due to the onsen.” Nobara groaned reluctantly but agreed as they continued to wipe off the remaining water and took one last glance at the scenery.

As they looked out, Maki hastily pushed Nobara up against the wooden panels of the wall next to the bath. Placing two fingers under Nobara’s chin, she tilted her head up so they were looking into each other’s eyes. Moving one leg between Nobara’s, Maki pressed into her, making her hips jolt.

Clearly already wet and needy for her, Maki whispered, “You better pray you haven’t lost your edge, because I plan to make you a moaning mess before the night is over. I won’t go easy on you like I do in our matches.”

Shifting her hand to Nobara’s neck, Maki gave a firm squeeze. Hypnotized in a lustful haze, Nobara continued to rub against Maki’s thigh, bringing herself close for the second time. Maki let out a dark chuckle.

“With the way you’re humping my leg it’s clear I fucking own this pussy,” she said as she pulled away from her. “You don’t get to come until I say you’re ready to come. Do you understand me?”

Nobara nearly sobbed at the sudden lack of friction, throbbing for release. She silently nodded in agreement.

Maki slightly increased the pressure on her neck and glared sharply into her eyes. “I want to hear you say you understand me.”

Meeting her gaze, Nobara replied, “Yes. I understand you.”

“Good girl. Now when I let go, you’re going to throw your arms over my neck and your legs around my waist. Got it?”

“Yes.”

Maki didn’t let go. “I don’t think you get it. I want to hear you say my name.”

“Yes, Maki.”

Nobara felt a rush of air flow back into her lungs as she did exactly what was asked of her. Carrying her back to the room, they kissed as if their lives depended on it. Tongues fought furiously for control; teeth gnashed against lips; a string of saliva stretched between them and snapped as Maki threw her down on the futon.

Nobara looked up, her lips swollen and her hair a tangled mess. Typically, she’d be embarrassed that she was clearly weaker than Maki in terms of sheer brute strength, but when it came to sex, there was nothing hotter.

“God you look beautiful when you’re ready to be fucked. It’s a shame because I think you’re going to need to put me in the mood first.”

Nobara looked at her incredulously. “Wait, what? Seriously?! Fuck, Maki! I did everything you asked! What the fuck do you mean?”

With a cocky raise of her eyebrow, Maki replied, “What I mean is you’re going to touch yourself while I watch. And you’re not going to come until I say you can.” Nobara was stunned speechless.

“You better get started or I’ll just take care of myself using your mouth,” Maki warned.

Her head swimming, Nobara obliged. Licking her lips seductively, she fondled one of her breasts with one hand while she let the other slide between her legs. She watched Maki’s eyes as they tried to determine where to look first. When she saw Maki’s chest start to rapidly rise and fall, Nobara decided to verbally push her into touching her.

“Mmmm fuck Maki look at how wet you make me,” she said as she held up fingers that glistened with her own slick. Maki’s eyes widened as Nobara brought them to her lips and slid them into her mouth. “Bet you wish you could have a taste, hmm?”

Maki’s eyes rolled back in her head. She couldn’t hold back any longer. Pouncing on top of Nobara, she stole a taste with a kiss as she slipped two fingers inside of her.

“Mmmmmfppp! MAKI!” Nobara screamed, muffled by Maki’s kiss.

“You were being too much of a fucking tease. I couldn’t help myself. Now lay back and take it. You’ve earned it after that show.”

Maki continued to slide her fingers in and out while putting pressure on Nobara’s clit with her thumb. There was no way Nobara was going to last long. She was already clenching around her, her breathing erratic and unsteady.

“M…mmm…Maki…please…please…I’m right there,” she panted desperately, trying to get her to allow her to release.

“Go on, you’ve been a good girl. I want to see you come for me. Now,” she breathlessly whispered in Nobara’s ear. Leaning back on her legs, she sat between Nobara’s, never once ceasing her movements. She picked up the pace and watched as her legs shook, her back arched, and she threw her head back. With her other hand, she traced circles with her thumb on Nobara’s thigh, letting her know she could relax.

“Yes..yes..uhhhhhh…” Nobara couldn’t take it anymore. She felt her walls clench around Maki’s fingers as her whole body shook.

“Good girl, that’s it. You’re doing great. That’s it, come from me,” Maki consoled as she worked her fingers to guide her through the intense orgasm. She watched her girlfriend’s body convulse as she came undone. Her eyes were closed tight, mouth agape as she panted heavily. Cheeks red, Maki was in awe at how hot Nobara looked as she came down from the high.

“Babe, look at me.”

Nobara did as she was told. Through half-open eyes she watched as Maki removed fingers covered in her juices, placed both in her mouth, and sucked.

“Mmm, you taste so good. You know I had to get you back for that display earlier.” Nobara shuttered as she watched.

Maki slowly started to kiss up from Nobara’s hips, past her toned stomach, to her chest where she stopped for a moment to place a kiss on both breasts and then made her way to her lips. She played with Nobara’s hair, a small gesture to check in on her before they continued. With a reassuring smile, Nobara looked into Maki’s golden eyes.

“Wow. That was…wow!” Nobara said, still slightly breathless and head spinning. Any other words escaped her, so she responded with a kiss instead.

“I hope you’re not too tired because I think you owe me one after that. Look at what watching you come undone like that did to me,” Maki said, guiding Nobara’s hand between her own legs so she could feel the wetness already dripping down her thighs.

Feeling emboldened now that it was her turn to lead, she trapped Maki’s legs and flipped her underneath her. Her eyes burned into Nobara’s as Maki propped herself up by her elbows. Nobara cupped Maki’s cheek, softly running her thumb along her bottom lip. Maki attempted to nip at it, resulting in Nobara giving her a light slap on the same cheek.

“Hey! You don’t do shit unless I tell you to. You got to have your little power play with me, so it’s only fair that I get to fuck with you a little.”

“Jeez…yes, ma’am,” Maki smirked back.

Nobara rolled her eyes and resumed what she was doing before. Only this time, she held her index and middle fingers in front of Maki.

“Good. Now suck.” Happy to oblige, Maki did what she was told, maintaining eye contact. Nobara’s heart slammed in her chest. She was starting to see why Maki preferred to top most of the time.

“You think you’re so superior just because you can beat me in a physical fight, yet look how obedient you become when I have you wet the fingers that are going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to see straight.”

If Maki’s mouth wasn’t already occupied, she’d be drooling. While she enjoyed being in control most of the time, the only person who drove her feral talking like this was Nobara. She was as fierce in bed as she was in battle. Nobara felt a moan vibrate against her fingers.

“Now look who’s moaning like a…what did you call me earlier? Ah, yes. A needy little bitch,” she taunted as she pulled her fingers away and then pushed her to lay all the way down. Moving down her body, she forced Maki’s legs open, softly biting the sensitive skin of her thighs before settling there. As promised, she took the fingers Maki had lubricated herself and slid them in.

“Holy fuckkkk…” Maki ground out.

“You better look at me while I’m fucking you. If you close your eyes I’m going to stop.”

Maki looked down, eyes blazing. Sweat was already starting to drip down her brow.

“Much better,” Nobara grinned as she kept her rhythm. “Now, what should I do to you next…” she hummed.

Maki jolted upright as she felt Nobara’s tongue lick her clit.

“Aghhhh! Fucking hell Nobara!” She yelled, eyes wide.

Nobara stopped for a moment. “Don’t just sit there and stare at me like that. Pull my hair.”

Feeling Maki’s grip on her scalp, she continued licking, sucking, and pumping.

“Shit…fuck…so close…I’m gonna come baby…”

“Hmmm,” Nobara hummed. “I suppose you have my permission,” speeding up her thrusts. “You want me to make you come with my fingers or tongue?”

Gasping for air, Maki barely choked out, “T-tongue! Quick! Fuck…”

Nobara removed her fingers and inserted her tongue instead, furiously moving it inside of her.

“Nobaraaaaaaa,” Maki sighed as she let go of her hair and fell back. Nobara slowed her tongue thrusts as she felt Maki ride out her orgasm on her face. When Maki had stilled, Nobara moved to lay down next to her. They shared a long, slow kiss, the taste of Maki’s musk and sweat lingering.

“Remind me to never push you to the limit again,” Maki laughed.

“Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?” Nobara retorted as she snuggled into the crook of Maki’s neck and slung her arm across her chest. It didn’t take long for the worn-out couple to drift off to sleep.

——————- The next morning, the two awoke snuggled tightly against each other. After a few soft (and maybe not-so-soft) kisses, they got up, got dressed, and decided they’d take in the scenery of the area since Gojo had booked them here for a whole weekend.

Nobara stretched as they walked out the front door, body still sore from the previous night’s escapades.

“Jeez…I think you might have overdone it a bit last night, babe,” she said to Maki.

“Nothing wrong with a little exercise. I can always just give you a lift. Here,” she said as she leaned down, a cue to have Nobara jump on her back. “I’ll take you part of the way, but then you’re on your own when we get to the base of the mountain.”

Nobara leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Fair enough. Whoa, Maki!!!”

She took off in a sprint down the path framed by sakura trees, the breeze carrying the sound of their sweet laughs like a song.

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REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

Books I’ve read so far in 2023!

Friend me on Goodreads here to follow my more up to date reading journey for the year!

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196. The Alien by K.A. Applegate--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This was such an interesting perspective! I wasn't expecting it a few books back and was curious how Applegate would tackle it, especially since we know so little about the character. It definitely added a new pov to the story and I'm excited to see how they are represented in the future after more time has passed and more character development has happened!

I can't say too much because spoilers. But I am genuinely enjoying this series and can't wait to get to the next one!

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197. The Grip Of It by Jac Jemc--⭐️⭐️

If there is one thing this confusing and jarring book did really well, it is the representation of what it might be like to slowly fall into madness. The way the characters worked off each other in their madness and the way the dialogue and chapters worked together to create a choppy and disorienting dialogue was genius.

What wasn't so genius was how confused I was most of the time. There are so many unanswered questions and the story is full of confusing moments. I know that Horror can sometimes truly be a hit or miss and that one person's horror won't be another, but this is the kind of horror that should probably be read more than once to fully grasp just what the hell is actually happening.

I will say that while the structure of the story definitely works in creating the mood of the story, listening to the audiobook was an interesting and frustrating experience. The chapters would end rather abruptly and would often leave me wondering what had just happened.

Overall, this book was everything I was expecting, but also underwhelming in its over-all presentation. It was wild and so brain twisting. I don't know if I'd recommend it, but if I did, I'd recommend reading it slowly and maybe more than once LOL.

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198. The Island by Adrian McKinty--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

THE ISLAND was both exactly what I was hoping it would be and still completely different than what I was expecting. I knew it was going to be a ride, but I wasn't prepared for the level of wildness that this book would adopt.

Imagine that you're on vacation with your new husband and his children, shortly after those kids' biological mother has passed away. You're in a country you know close to nothing about (Australia) and being the tourists who should be featured in a horror film, you find yourselves on a small, private island being chased by a trigger happy and aggrieved family. What ensues is something straight out of Hollywood.

I saw this as a cautionary tale for "actions have consequences" and while yes, the consequences here are dire, we have to admit that the catalyst for this was heartbreaking. I think McKinty does a good job of showcasing the dangers of grief and the magic of morally grey characters. Let's be real, the MC and her husband are no saints. They do a pretty twisted thing in order to save their asses and while yes, I was rooting for them and the kids, a corner of my mind couldn't forget the awfulness of their choices.

If you're a parent, this might be a little bit of a rougher read since it does include younger kids in dangerous situations. We get to see an MC who grows as a character in order to make sure these kids survive, but I know some parents, especially those who have younger kids, might have a harder time with stories like this one. Keeping that warning in mind, there were some pretty badass moments, but also some very human ones, as well.

I really enjoyed this and I'm glad I finally picked it up!

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199. Aesthetica by Allie Rowbottom--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

AESTHETICA was a lot and to be honest, I think that's necessary in the world we live in. So many young people obsessed with social media and their appearance on those apps are incredibly impressionable. What can help them be more famous? What can make them look more beautiful? The exploration of beauty standards and how they affect a young woman, in particular, and those around her can be relatable to at least one reader.

I think that Rowbottom's book is also a great look into generational trauma because of how the MC's mother raised her and how she herself had a level of dislike towards her mom that is a whole other side to this book. While we have the clear main story of the MC regretting the choices she made and dealing with that trauma, we also have her disentangling her love/hate relationship for her ill mother.

AESTHETICA was brought to my attention by an article presenting it as a horror story. In some ways, I can understand that. There is a certain kind of horror behind the trauma of selling yourself in the name of success. There is definitely a particular kind of horror in wanting to face all of the trauma you've faced, to the point where you're set on undoing everything that is the physical proof of that trauma.

Though this is a relatively short book, I think it carries a lot of weight. We see the power of social media and a naive mentality. We see the dangers of those who present themselves in a certain way. And we see the sometimes incredibly complex relationships between mothers and daughters and how deeply entwined these relationships and our own self worth can be. Also, a brief mention on the power of childhood friendships and how they can scar us if they end too soon, or shift in any way that is beyond our control.

I'd recommend this if you want a bit of an acid trip of an exploration into the above mentioned topics.

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200. Icebreaker by Hannah Grace--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

RE-READ: September 2023:

My library got the audiobook version, so of course I HAD to put a hold on it. I was a little scared I wouldn't love this book as much as I did the first time around, but I'm happy to say that I DID! ICEBREAKER is still one of my favourite romances, if only because of the level of communication between the characters. I also forgot how spicy and full of sexual tension this book was.

Overall, super happy I re-read this. Maybe it'll be a yearly re-read. 😌

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201. Theodore Boone: Kid Lawyer by John Grisham--⭐️⭐️⭐️

There's something interesting about an older man writing a young kid--especially when his MC mentions in the book that at 13 years old, boys don't even notice girls and actively try to stay away from them. LOL. I actually laughed at that because I was thirteen over twenty years ago and I distinctly remember that not being the case. I just thought that was hilarious and felt super disconnected. Not that I want a romance story in a middle grade book, but just...let's be real. And I mention this first because it happens pretty early on.

Anyway, the MC was a pretty cool kid--he knows everyone and even has a little side gig where he gives advice to his classmates. His smart take on the current case and his enthusiasm jumps off the page. I'm not sure how I will feel about the rest of the series, but we will see!

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202. Misery by Stephen King--⭐️⭐️⭐️

I went into MISERY knowing that it's a fan favourite. I don't know what I was expecting, but I was a bit let-down. I think that while I did enjoy some aspects of this book and was genuinely freaked out at times, this kind of fell into the same category of THE SHINING for me. When I read THE SHINING, it was incredibly hyped up and even though it DID have a terrifying take on the fall of madness, it was otherwise meh for me.

One of the best things that King does with his writing (or at least back them) was his creation of madness in a character. He somehow knows how to take the most terrifying characteristics of humanity and integrates them really well into his characters. The brutality of this villain was something else, especially when we actively see her professing her love for the MC and then causing him bodily harm.

I think one of the downfalls for me in my reading experience of this was listening to the audiobook. It was disjointed and confused the hell out of me. Maybe physically reading it would have been a wholly different experience, but the disorientation of the audiobook could have either freaked me out or confused me and sadly, it was the latter.

Not my favourite King novel, but I can see why so many love it. Will continue on my reading journey with King's books.

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203. Natural Beauty by Ling Ling Huang--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Phew, this book was weird and wild and hooked me right from the beginning.

Huang explores so many topics in her skin crawling novel: Racism, social perception of beauty, the addiction the wealthy sometimes have when it comes to "self-care", unexplored sexuality, envy, and SA in the most unusual of ways but could also be an allusion to how the rich can sometimes use money when it comes to getting away with sexual crimes.

I never expected body horror when I picked up NATURAL BEAUTY, but here we are. I remember when that started to show up in the narrative, along with the changing physical body of the MC, I paused what I was doing (while listening to the audiobook) and became even more enthralled. This was such a creepy and genius exploration of societal expectations and the things people will sometimes do to be either "different" or "like everyone else".

There's also an interesting sub-story about the MC's experiences as a child musical prodigy and how that definitely played into her malleability as a victim for the people who would eventually take advantage of her. It definitely played into the stereotypes society has about young Asian children when it comes to classical music.

And somewhere along the way, as the MC is evolving (both metaphorically AND physically), she starts to discovery a side to her sexuality never fully explored. During these scenes, it truly reminded me of the "will they/won't they" that usually accompanies blossoming sexuality--the "I want this, but do I really? But should I? Do THEY want to?" narrative that usually flashes through our minds when we're right on the verge of making that exploration.

Anyway, I'm just rambling now. I really enjoyed this, much more than I thought I would because this book was WEIRD. Like, mind-bending weird. And if it was ever made into a movie, I'd be watching it with the biggest side-eye.

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Have you read any of these books? Let me know your thoughts!

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Happy reading!

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Am I too late? 😂🥰 Hi Angie! I hope youre well! Been a while and I miss yoooou! Gimmie some soft holiday magic with Ashton maybe? 👀🥹

My dear Sky 💜 this one ran away with me, and I really do hope this is everything you dreamed of. To be honest, I plan on revisiting this one later this year because I had so much fun building the characters and their story. 💜

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just fall in love with me this Christmas. [a fake dating story with Ashton]

warnings: boss!Ashton. personal assistant!reader. fake relationship. just general cuteness and feels and confessions and such.

word count: 4350

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“It’s one more hour and then you’re free to go.”

“Are you kicking me out of your Mom’s house? My own boyfriend?”

Ashton giggled at your offended face, holding onto the plate he was drying, and you were quick to join him, trying to stay as quiet as possible. You flicked some water at him as you finished the dishes, an offer you made to his mother after she so generously welcomed you to her home and let you be part of their Christmas preparation and the holiday itself. To be honest, it wasn’t such big of a surprise – after all, you were dating her really lovely and really handsome son, Ashton.

Fake dating her son, Ashton. Ashton, who was your boss. Your boss, who somehow made his whole family believe that he did go on dates which he was able to fit into his really tight schedule. A tight schedule which usually took up his whole day, and which you were responsible for – after all, you were his personal assistant, so it was perfectly normal for him to talk about you in the most random contexts, right?

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Apparently his family thought otherwise.

Ashton approached you after a long Friday night back in November and offered to take you home, saying it was too late and too dark to wait for a cab or an Uber, and that it was the least he could do after you stayed overtime because of his meeting running too long. You were chatting about the upcoming Monday and what you needed to prepare for with the holiday season coming up when he let out a little cough, slowing down at a red light.

“If the holidays have already come up…”

“I did schedule your two-week vacation for December,” you smiled at him, tapping away on your tablet to pull up your notes, ready to jot down any other things he wanted you to add. “You just need to confirm when exactly you want to go home and I’ll buy your ticket as well.”

“What are you doing for Christmas?”

“Uhm… nothing?” you shook your head a little, his question taking you off-guard. “Why?”

“You’re not going home for the holidays?” Ashton looked at you, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, something you were not used to; he was always so confident and put together.

“No, my family is currently not talking to each other, and I really don’t want to deal with that if I can help it,” you explained, shrugging a little. “I would rather spend Christmas on my own and in peace.”

“What would you say if I asked you to come and spend Christmas with my family?” he parked the car in front of your building, finally turning towards you.

“I’m not sure I understand…” you raised an eyebrow at him, looking at him expectantly. “What is going on?”

“I– might have told them that we’re dating and that you’re coming with me?” Ashton said the whole thing in one breath, face twisting into an apologetic grimace. “I’m– sorry?”

“You did what?” you blinked at him, not even questioningly – you just felt confused. Really confused. You were sure your boss just lost his mind.

Ashton let out a loud groan, head banging on the steering wheel as he mumbled a few colourful curses, before falling back against his seat, fingers running through his perfectly styled hair, messing it up in a second. In any other situation this would have been a hilarious sight for you – your extremely talented and influential, well-dressed and well-spoken boss falling apart in his car, all but making a fool out of himself with the dramatic way he acted. But you knew Ashton. You’ve been working with him for more than two years now, first as a junior assistant, then promoted to be his personal assistant once he fired your predecessor. He rarely freaked out over things, especially minor ones. But this seemed like a problem he was not ready for.

“I’m sorry, I–” he sighed, rubbing at his face tiredly. “It was a misunderstanding and now I can’t get out of it.”

“What kind of misunderstanding? Ashton, come on, you’re not helping!”

“I was talking to my Mom and I was telling her about an event we did and then a dinner and then another thing, just… casually dropping your name in the conversation every 2 minutes or so because obviously it’s perfectly normal for me to talk about my PA when we’re working so closely together, but…” he took another deep breath, hanging his head low before glancing over at you again, red splotches appearing on his face from how frustrated he felt. “She didn’t know I fired Melody in January… and that you’re my PA now… and she thought that this new girl I’m suddenly talking about is actually my new girlfriend whom I did not introduce yet.”

“And you did not correct her on that…” you concluded, and Ashton shook his head, staring at the dashboard.

“Nooope. And she asked me if you would be able to join us for the holidays and before I knew it I’d already said yes…”

“Ash–”

“I just… I just wanted them to finally leave me alone!” he massaged his temple, a headache certainly starting to flare up from all the frustration he carried. “Every time I call home they are always, always asking me about my love life and I just– I hated how I always tell them that I don’t have anyone, how I don’t have time to date, and then… and then I panicked and I just said–”

“Ashton!” you raised your voice and that finally made him look at you, eyes big and maybe a little nervous, still chewing on his bottom lip. “I’m in, it’s fine.”

“It is? Yeah?” he perked up at your answer, desperation still lacing his voice. “You would do that?”

“Sure. After all, I’m your PA. It’s my job to sort out your things,” you took a little jab at him, and that made Ashton laugh a little, letting out the breath he was holding back.

“Thank you, Y/N. You really are saving my ass,” Ashton started pulling himself together, like he didn’t just have a nervous breakdown in front of you. “And of course you’ll be compensated for giving up your holiday for my sake.”

“We can talk about details later. I’ll schedule in a dinner for us, because we definitely need to talk about a lot of things…” you were already making a few notes for yourself before smiling at Ashton, opening the car door. “Do you feel like Italian or maybe something Asian-style for our first official date?”

“Really funny, Y/N,” a laugh hid in his voice as he rolled his eyes. “Surprise me?”

“Of course you would say that,” you shook your head, grabbing your things; after all, this was a weekly exchange between the two of you. “Alright, then I’ll see you on Monday if nothing comes up during the weekend.”

“Thank you again, really,” he gave you a little nod as you climbed out of the car, rolling the window down to call after you. “Have a good night, darling!”

You laughed at his attempt and waved him away, promising yourself that you’ll come up with a nickname for him as well so you can tease him in front of his family. If Ashton dragged you into this whole thing, the least you could do was to have some fun while fake dating your boss.

.

“Are you sure you don’t want to spend the night?” Ashton’s mother fussed with the lapels of his coat, not yet ready to let go of her son.

“We would really love to, but we both have early flights and the hotel is closer to the airport,” Ashton smiled at her, stopping her hands and instead holding them in his own. “It’s still a good hour until we arrive, and honestly, Y/N is not a morning person. Like, at all. And I really don’t want her to miss her flight now that we were able to get a last minute ticket.”

“It was really lovely spending time with you, Mrs. Irwin. Thank you for inviting me, truly, it was a pleasure,” you stepped next to them, letting her hug you as well as Ashton started saying goodbye to the rest of his family. “I really wish we could stay, but we really don’t have any other options.”

“I know, sweetheart. I’m grateful you’ve spent your holiday with us instead of your family, so I understand you want to be with them as well,” Anne Marie gave you another sweet smile, squeezing your hands just like Ashton did with her. “I’m so glad he found you. You complement each other perfectly. I’ve never seen my Ashton this happy, and I wanted to thank you for it.”

“Oh it’s… it’s nothing, really…” you stuttered at her words, suddenly feeling a little awkward; if only she knew that the whole thing was just a well-orchestrated show the two of you put together…

“Please, he looks at you with such adoration. Now I kinda understand why he was so nervous to bring you back home – he’s smitten with you, and there’s no way he would let anyone know that there is someone who has Mr. Big Boss wrapped around their finger,” she continued in a whisper, a twinkle in her eyes, like she was sharing a secret with you.

“Mom, please, don’t scare her away,” Ashton turned back to the two of you, laughing, his arm slipping around your waist. “We should go, darling. We still need to check in and all.”

“Sure, boo. Once again, thank you for everything. These last two weeks were incredible!”

“Please come back soon, both of you,” Anne Marie bid you goodbye one more time before you grabbed your bags and luggage, loading them into the car Ashton rented, then you were on your way back to the city.

Leaving two days earlier wasn’t in your plans, but right in the middle of your stay with Ashton’s family your mother called you up, asking if maybe you would be able to still visit them, even if it was just for a few days. You were ready to tell her that it was a really last minute invitation, and that you were kind of in the middle of something that actually involved your job and your boss, and really, you didn’t want to go and hear the latest family drama. But then that night when you told Ashton about it he was quick to realize that maybe you did want to go and see your family, and he pulled every possible string he could to get you a ticket.

“I’ll change your contact info to Mr. Big Boss,” you giggled, your head resting back against your seat as you looked at Ashton. “Though I kinda like Ashton Bear with the red heart.”

“You’re terrible. Was that really the best name you could come up with?” he groaned, sending you a quick smile as he drove down the road.

“Because Baby Shortcake and the cake emoji were so much better, you’re right,” your eyes rolled at the memory when you were both looking for his phone in your shared bedroom, finding it under the presents you’ve brought, your caller ID flashing across the screen. “How did I even become that?”

“It’s what you ordered for dessert on our third date,” he shrugged, his cheeks flushing pink. “I mean, on our date, when we were discussing everything and all.”

“When we were talking about coffee orders, and I might have confessed that I have a whole chart based on your moods and what kind of coffee you usually drink at that time? Because that was definitely a really good work date, and the absolute best strawberry shortcake I’ve ever had,” you smiled, a twinkle in your eyes. “You should definitely take me back for another dinner or something, I think I deserve it.”

“Only for the strawberry shortcake?” Ashton chuckled, but there was something else laced in his voice, something flirty and maybe hopeful.

“Definitely for the cake. But maybe for something else as well…” you let your answer linger between the two of you, not missing how Ashton tried to hide his smile in his scarf, mumbling a quiet ‘okay’ to you.

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After two weeks of sharing the same bed it was a nice change that you were able to have one just for yourself, even though you were still sharing a room with Ashton. He told you to go ahead and take a shower while he sorted out some things, and you happily wrapped the robe around your body once you were done with your nightly routine. By that time Ashton had also come back and went to freshen up after you were finished, settling down next to you on the couch in his own robe. Before any of you could say a word someone knocked on the door and he quickly went to open it, appearing a moment later with a tray and two mugs.

“What’s this?” you smiled as you accepted the steaming cup, looking at your boss over the rim.

“Hot chocolate,” Ashton returned your smile, taking a small sip of his drink, licking the whipped cream off of his top lip. “I’m still in a Christmassy mood.”

“Yeah, me too. And our room definitely helps with that,” you nodded at the small tree in the corner along with the artificial fireplace in front of you, everything settling the mood for a perfect, quiet night you still had together – the very last one. “Though I really liked your Mom’s living room. It was really nice and cozy.”

“Yeah, it was… it was nice. Back at home. Thank you for coming with me once again,” Ashton stumbled through his words a little before looking at his phone, his lips twitching into a thin line before quickly shaking his head.

“You’re okay?” you did not miss his mood changing, and you thought something might have happened which caused it.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” he gave you a forced smile, looking back at his mug, not really drinking it anymore. “Uhm… it’s midnight. You’re officially off duty, and no longer my girlfriend.”

“Oh,” you blinked at him a few times, realizing why his demeanour changed for a second to his usual boss one. “Yeah, of course. Thank you.”

Silence settled over the two of you as you both returned your attention to your hot chocolates, sipping on them quietly. You imagined that this moment would pass without any other thoughts, that once Ashton told you that your agreement has come to an end you would just fall back into your usual roles and act like nothing has happened in the last few weeks. But the truth was that you couldn’t forget about them: the dates you went on, the kisses you’ve shared, the vulnerable, intimate moments you witnessed from each other while you pretended to be lovers.

“You know…” you finally spoke after a few minutes. “I had so much fun during these two weeks with you. It was really lovely and it actually felt like… like something that Christmas with family really should be.”

“I really had so much fun with you too. Can’t remember the last time I felt like this,” Ashton’s mouth pulled into a little smile, nostalgia lacing his voice. “It was the first time that I– that I really wished I could stay a little longer.”

“I’m sorry you needed to leave because of me. You should have told me, I could have found a way to get here and catch my flight in the morning…”

“No, I– I wished that I could stay there… with you,” the confession finally slipped out of Ashton’s mouth, his eyes settling on you. “That you didn’t need to go home, and neither do I. That we would stay and just be together. Just a little longer.”

“I don’t have to go home if you don’t want me to,” you answered in a whisper, almost like you were scared that if you were any louder it would ruin the magic of the moment.

Ashton slowly put his mug down on the table in front of you before scooting closer and taking your cup as well, placing it next to his, eyes still trained on you. His palm curled around your jaw, your own hand sliding over his as he tipped your head forward, nose tracing yours for a moment before you felt his lips slowly press against your lips, soft and tasting so sweet. It was more than just the quick pecks you’ve exchanged in front of his family; a little moan escaped you at the kiss, and Ashton took that as a sign to tease his tongue against your bottom lip, taking your breath away for a second. Your free hand slipped onto his shoulder and up to the nape of his neck, fingers brushing through his curling hair to pull him closer, wanting to get lost in the kiss you’ve shared.

It was long minutes later when he finally pulled back a little, forehead resting against yours as he breathed deeply, the hot puffs of air tickling your skin. You felt a smile tug at the corner of your mouth, eyes still closed, the words softly falling from your lips:

“Hmm, a real kiss?”

“I would like to think they were all real,” Ashton chuckled, heat radiating from his cheeks, but the cheeky smile on his face gave him away.

“That’s why I needed to tell you to kiss me that very first time?” your fingers combed into his hair, tugging on his curls a little while pulling him back again, lips pressing together for another second.

“I’m not a damn fool…” Ashton mumbled against your skin, nuzzling his nose with yours. “Well, not anymore.”

His honesty made you laugh and you buried your face against his neck, stifling your giggles. Ashton wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close to his chest, palm rubbing up and down your back, something that he picked up during your time at his Mom’s house when you were cuddled up on the couch, watching Christmas movies together. You still remembered the first time you were forced to act like lovers and be all touchy with each other, and now it warmed your heart how naturally it came for the two of you.

“I’ve thought that the only reason why I asked you to come with me and pretend to be my girlfriend was simply because you’re my assistant, and you’re used to dealing with my shit,” Ashton sighed against your hair, his voice close to a whisper, and you held your breath as you listened to him. “I’ve told myself that whatever I was feeling during our dinner dates or quick post-work discussions was because it’s been a while since I had someone I could share anything with. Because I needed to pretend we’re together, and I needed to believe I have feelings for you. I told myself I’m not falling for you, that I cannot fall for you. But by the time we have arrived it was already too late…”

You pulled back just enough to look up at him again, foreheads touching, wanting to ask him something, but Ashton continued talking, his eyes sparkling in the colourful lights twinkling in the corner of the room.

“I think… I think I always had feelings for you. Maybe not as strong as now, but they were there. And every time we needed to act like a couple I just froze for a moment because I was fighting so hard to keep my feelings in check. And every time I just felt myself falling even more for you…” a little smile pulled at the corner of his mouth at his own confession, and you ran your fingers down his cheek, softly caressing it. “After those first few times… it was so easy, so comfortable – I liked that feeling with you, being comfortable. I’m not used to that with people.”

It wasn’t a question; it was a statement. And you did remember, every little moment from the past two weeks: all those times when you needed to face a new situation that required the both of you to put your boss–assistant relationship behind yourselves, get out of your comfort zones, and act like the loving couple you pretended to be. It made sense now, how Ashton always hesitated first, but then warmed up to you as time passed by. The long looks, the lingering touches, the unprompted little cuddles, the quiet moments shared in the morning. You could have acted like you always did, just two people having a work relationship. But somehow you always found yourselves close to the other.

“I was telling myself that I’m only feeling this because we’re pretending that we’re in love. That these things will pass soon, especially as we’re coming to the end of our agreement. Funny how I realized what I was really feeling by the time you have decided that you’ll go home to your parents. It made me realize that I might just lose my chance to tell you how I feel.”

“Well, that was… quite the confession,” you let out a little laugh, your own cheeks feeling warm as you cupped Ashton’s face in your hands. “Am I allowed to speak now?”

“Oh, shit, yeah! Of course,” Ashton groaned, trying to hide his blush from you, his dimples appearing as he smiled. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay. I know you’re good at motivational speeches,” you teased him, making him roll his eyes before looking back at you. “I liked whatever we had before we started fake dating. I love our work relationship, I love our dynamic. But truth to be told… it was really easy to fall in love with you. I always thought you were… decent and… handsome… definitely great humour. But I quickly told myself that I can either ruin this by having a crush on you, or you know… keep my job. And then you fired Melody…”

“…and you decided to keep your job,” he concluded, his voice sounding a little more quiet.

“I also knew that pursuing a relationship with you would be really difficult, seeing as you didn’t really have any breaks in the last few years. And I wasn’t sure how it could work out… PA by day, girlfriend by night? And anyway, I wasn’t even sure if you would like me like that.”

“Well, I wasn’t sure either… not until recently,” he said, nodding for you to continue.

“When you asked me to go on this trip with you, I– I told myself you were crazy. Then I realized I was also crazy for even just thinking about saying yes to your offer. But I thought it could be a fun way to spend Christmas if I’m not with my family, and it also kinda gave me the chance to pretend that you… that you like me. And I was gone from the moment I saw you at the airport, wearing your glasses and waiting for me with coffee… and it broke my heart that this would be only for two weeks.”

“That’s why you ended up saying yes to visiting your family, even though you didn’t want to do it before?” Ashton asked, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face.

“I had a moment when I felt really close to you, where I believed that this thing between us… it was real,” you confessed, eyes looking down. “And I felt that I might need a few days alone to sort out my feelings before going back to work with you, acting like nothing happened while we were here. Like we didn’t share the bed, we didn’t hold each other, and we definitely didn’t kiss.”

“Well, I don’t want to pretend that these two weeks never happened,” you felt him curl his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap before tipping your chin up, making you look into his eyes. “It’s the happiest I’ve been for a long time now. And I really want to hold onto this feeling. I really want this to be real, you and me.”

“What about our jobs?” you sighed, fingers tangling into his hair and brushing it back from his forehead. “Cause I want this, I want you, more than anything. But I don’t want to give up on you, not as my boss, and definitely not as Ashton.”

“We’ll just try and work it out when we’re back, okay?” he cupped your cheek, leaning closer to press his lips softly against yours. “We’ll schedule a work dinner at that restaurant you liked and talk about it over a strawberry shortcake.”

“You’re terrible,” you scoffed, pressing a smiley kiss back onto his lips. “Do I have to make the reservation?”

“Hey now, I know I’m bad at scheduling, and that’s why I have you, but I’m taking you on that date myself,” Ashton giggled, mumbling his words between more kisses. “It’s what a real girlfriend deserves.”

“Can I keep your contact info as Ashton Bear? With the heart?” you nudged your nose against his as you kissed, his fingers tightening on your hips. “If you’re my real boyfriend now?”

“Surprise me?” his voice turned into a moan, locking his arms around you, your body pressed against his chest.

“Of course you would say that.”

His giggle filled the air, hearty and full of happiness before picking you up in his lap and taking you to the bedroom. There were a lot of things forgotten that night: setting an alarm for the next day. Your robes and the other bed. Staying on your sides as you fell asleep. You both forgot who you were pretending to be and who you were supposed to be.

That night you were finally just two people who fell in love during Christmas.

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[softsky-daily]

2/5/2024

The sky was so cinematic today, with all the swirling clouds and the birds flying across.

Positive thing: I got a matcha and I started working a bit on Japan preparations.

I dropped my first matcha on the street and it exploded but it's fine, I got a replacement, everything's fine.

Anyway I'm so normal about my Japan trip (I'm not but, you know). I started packing, and I think I got my clothing situation figured out mostly. I did my laundry and chose some clothes to pack and I made sure to leave a lot of room for all the things I know I'll inevitably end up buying when I'm there. I'm curious to see what my friends packed since I kept warning them to not pack heavy, but knowing them (AKA knowing we all have collective anxiety) there's a chance they still took too much. But I think it'll work out since there's 3 of us and on the way back we can consolidate all our bags if we need to.

My Japanese professor got back to me and said it'd be fine to skip class the next few weeks, but I was really looking forward to starting Japanese class so I might just squeeze it into my Japan trip since it's online. It's at 9am EST, so 11PM JST, and only 40 minutes long, so I think it's definitely doable. I'll see how jet lagged I am when I get there.

Also I'm probably going to end up doing my homework on the flight there... boo. I wish my professor had just opened the quiz a day early but whatever. I'm glad Delta comes with free wifi or else I'd have to do it while actually in Japan and that'd suck. I'd do it of course, but who wants to be doing homework on vacation? <- literally just said they wanted to go to class while on vacation

So, Wednesday is probably gonna be a lot. I have prac, so I'll be out all day for that, and then my friends will be coming on the bus and need to be picked up (my roommate friend said she'd do it if she happened to be free, because she's an angel), but I'm going to be at another friend's place for a bit since he wanted to see me off before I left. And I have a birthday present to deliver that day too. And then when I get back in the evening I'll have to finish packing, and see if I can get a little sleep before leaving at around 3am for our 6am flight.

Honestly, I probably won't end up sleeping. I can never sleep before a big trip, plus I might need to debrief my friends about travel stuff. Neither of them have been to Japan, and one of them has never been on a long international flight, so I'm expecting all of us to be some level of nervous.

It'll be time to get that travel blog started again... oh boy.

[thewillofdeez]

Worth the Risk: A Smoker/OC Romance - Epilogue

Summary: Kuzan forces Smoker into a much-needed, but not wanted, vacation. While there, Smoker runs into a pirate who's been eluding his capture for years. They decide to put their differences aside, just for a little, and as it turns out, two people don't have to be enemies just because they're a pirate and a Marine. They might even fall in love.

Epilogue word count: 2088

My first completed chapter fic!

Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who has read, commented, or liked. I cannot tell you how encouraging your support has been, and I truly hope you have enjoyed this little Smoker love story.

Again, if you want Smoker and Ruby to have a happy ending....don't read this.

Ruby sat in a small cabin on the Moby Dick, watching the moon shine over the water through the porthole. The ship was stationed off the coast of Sabaody, and was already partially coated in bubbles in preparation for the underwater assault. She had arrived on board about a week ago to help coordinate the attack on Marineford. While not a member of the crew, she was close with Whitebeard and his men, and they had asked her to sail with them on the flagship when they went to war. Ace was a good friend, and Whitebeard considered her an unofficial daughter. She was happy to go to bat for them – it was just part of what she did.

But there was, of course, a problem. Smoker had messaged her on the lamp a few days before, when Ace’s execution had been announced, which was now only two days away.

.-- .- .-. .----. ... / -.-. --- -- .. -. --. “War’s coming,” he’d said.

.. - / .. ... .-.-.- “It is,” she’d replied.

.-- .. .-.. .-.. / -.-- --- ..- / ..-. .. --. .... - / ..-. --- .-. / - .... . -- ..--.. “Will you fight for them?”

.. / .-- .. .-.. .-.. “I will.”

They’d said nothing more. There was no need to. Ruby knew he’d be there, on the side of the Navy, fighting alongside the other Marines. She knew they may very well have to face each other in battle. As Kuzan had advised at the start of their relationship, they’d come up with a plan in case they’d ever cross paths unscheduled. They had a script, they had choreographed battles, and they were lucky that they’d never had to use them before.

But this was a very different situation. This wasn’t going to be just Smoker and his crew. This was almost the entire Navy against the crew of the world’s strongest pirate and forty three additional ships worth of allies. By Ruby’s estimate, they would be over ten thousand strong. It was going to be a bloodbath. And with so many eyes around, and the stakes of the battle itself, there was no guarantee that Ruby and Smoker would be able to avoid each other.

Ruby hadn’t heard from Smoker since she confirmed her intent to fight for Whitebeard’s side. Her three second taps had gone unanswered. She wished desperately that she knew what he was thinking.

But he couldn’t hold her intent to fight for them against her, right? He must have known, he knew Whitebeard was an ally of hers. She was so deeply worried that this might be their end. She could practically feel it coming.

Deciding she couldn’t let herself dwell on it for much longer, Ruby settled down in the cot they’d provided for her and tried to go to sleep. Just as she was drifting off, she heard a knock. Ruby got out of bed and opened the door, but there was no one there. She was starting to wonder if she was hearing things, when she heard it again. It wasn’t coming from the door – looking to the window, she saw the view obscured with smoke. It was him.

Ruby opened the porthole and the smoke entered the room, re-forming into a man - her boyfriend of three years, Smoker.

“Are you insane?!” she whispered angrily when he’d fully solidified. “What the hell are you doing here? I haven’t heard from you in days and you show up on the fucking Moby Dick and –”

“Ruby,” he cut her off, “We need to talk.” Smokers expression was serious, and something else she was dreading seeing from him – sadness.

Ruby nodded and sat down on the cot, and Smoker joined her. They sat in silence for a few moments, both knowing what was coming.

“Ruby, I’m not gonna insult you by asking you not to fight. I know you wouldn’t ask the same of me either. But…I can’t face you on that battlefield. I just can’t. Not like this, not loving you as much as I do.”

“I know,” Ruby replied. “I’ve been thinking about it too. But there’s every chance we won’t have to face each other. There will be tens of thousands of people there, the odds that we’ll even cross paths are slim.”

“But if we do? If I’m ordered to take you on? Akainu’s been giving me shit about letting you get away for years, I know the guy, and if he gives me an order I won’t be able to refuse.”

“It’s not like we haven’t prepared for this. Not on this scale, no, but…we can try.”

“There’s no trying in this battle, Ruby. It’s kill or be killed, and you know it. The stakes are too high for both sides. A lot of people are going to die. If you’re still mine, I’ll throw away everything to protect you. I’ll do everything in my power if I can’t block you out of my heart. Which is why this needs to end now.”

Ruby felt tears beginning to fall down her face. She nodded. “I know. I knew this would happen from the minute the execution was announced,” she said, wiping at her face. “We were doing really well too. That’s what sucks the most. We were doing so well together. Three years.”

Smoker moved closer and pulled her into him, allowing her to cry, and fighting back tears himself. “We were. But we’ve always known it would probably end this way.” Smoker lifted her chin to look into her eyes. “I don’t regret a minute of these three years I’ve spent with you, Ruby. It’s been the best time of my life. I love you.”

Ruby let out a sob. “I love you too, Smoker. I love you so much.”

Smoker held her close as she cried. When she removed herself from his grip she rose, and he did as well. It was time to say goodbye.

“Please be safe out there,” she said. “And if we end up in battle together…”

“We’ll do what we have to,” Smoker said. “For your side, and for mine.”

Ruby nodded, and Smoker brought her body to his for one final, painful kiss. Then, without another word, his body formed into smoke and he left the room, back through the porthole.

The battle raged around Ruby. She’d been in countless fights but none like this. Bodies littered the ground around her, smoke filled the air, and the sounds of guns, cannons, and clashing steel were deafening. The Whitebeard Pirates had already suffered several major casualties, and Ace was still perched on that execution platform, his grandfather sitting cross-legged next to him, his head down. She couldn’t imagine what the man must be feeling.

After disembarking from the Moby Dick, she’d begun engaging Marine after Marine in battle, making a dent in their numbers one by one with her sword. There was no order to her actions, no plan at this point, until she was told otherwise. All it was, was get past the Marines, get to Ace, get him to safety - however she needed to do it, however she could help.

Ruby had seen Smoker briefly, standing with the other higher ups after the Moby Dick had burst through the water. Their eyes met across the battlefield before she’d had to spring into action and force her former lover from her mind. At this point, she didn’t know where he was, and she didn’t really have time to think about it given that she now found herself engaged in battle with Dracule Mihawk, the World’s Greatest Swordsman.

“I hope you won’t take this personally, Ruby,” Mihawk said, the intimidating Yoru clashing against her katana. “I do not wish to kill you. But I also have a job to do.” Another slash of his sword, just barely blocked by Ruby’s. She was a very skilled swordsman, but she wasn’t on his level. This had the potential to be very, very bad.

“I know, Mihawk,” she said, striking back. “You have your role and I have mine. I won’t hold it against you.” The two continued to fight, unaware that they were being watched.

Smoker could see them clearly from where he stood with Tashigi. The officers had scattered to take on their own share of pirates, while the Admirals and Sengoku remained in their places, watching over the battle until they were needed. Smoker fought alongside Tashigi, trying to clear the ever-incoming waves of pirates, but always keeping an eye on Ruby. He’d watched her knock out Marine after Marine with relative ease – it reminded him of their battles long ago – but now that she was fighting Mihawk, he was beginning to worry.

And it pissed him off. The whole point of breaking up was so he could be in this fight without constantly worrying about her, so that he could harden his heart against her and place her back in the mental box with all the other pirates. It was proving to be much, much harder than he had ever anticipated, and he was kicking himself for thinking it would be that easy. His heart screamed at him to intercede and protect her. His brain told his heart to shut the hell up and fight.

Smoker watched as Mihawk’s sword pierced Ruby’s flesh, its long blade entering her and protruding from her back, before he pulled it out. Ruby screamed and fell to the ground as blood began to flow from the wound.

Tashigi must have seen it too. “Commodore Smoker, you can’t,” she said. “You can’t interfere.” Smoker said nothing.

Ruby laid on the ground, the wound in her gut more painful than anything she had ever felt. She found herself thinking that on the one hand it sucked that she would have to die by Mihawk’s hand over anyone else’s, as she had always quite liked him, despite his icy demeanor. On the other, she’d rather lose to the World’s Greatest Swordsman than some random low-level Marine. She supposed it didn’t really matter at this point, she was going to die anyway.

Mihawk walked into her field of vision. “I have a lot of respect for you, Ruby. I’m truly sorry about this.” Ruby watched Mihawk raise his sword. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her head to the side, waiting to feel the blow that would end her life.

But it didn’t come. Instead, she smelled smoke and heard the sound of metal clashing against metal. A familiar voice spoke: “Stand down, Mihawk.”

Opening her eyes, her blurry vision saw Smoker standing over her body, his jitte raised and covered in glossy black Haki, blocking Mihawk’s attack.

Mihawk looked shocked, something she didn’t think she’d ever seen from him.

“I said stand down,” Smoker said, his voice lower and more gravelly than usual, and his dark eyes boring into Mihawk’s golden ones.

Mihawk stepped back, bringing Yoru with him. The Warlord watched as Smoker turned and knelt down at Ruby’s side. “Hey, baby,” he said, lifting her head to rest in his lap. “It’s okay, you’re gonna be okay.”

“Smoker…” she said weakly. “You shouldn’t have…we’re…”

“Shh, don’t worry about it,” he replied. “I couldn’t watch you die, Ruby. I thought I could do this, but I couldn’t.” Smoker looked around the battlefield. A pirate he didn’t recognize was running by. “Hey!” he called out to him.

The pirate stopped and looked around, his gaze settling on the scene before him as he walked cautiously over. Smoker lifted Ruby into his arms and brought her to the pirate. “She needs medical attention or she’ll die. Get her to safety as soon as you can. And find the Phoenix.”

The pirate looked from Smoker, to Ruby, to Mihawk and back again. “Is this some kinda trick?” he asked. “Why would a Marine want to save a pirate?”

“It’s not a fucking trick,” Smoker growled, “Just take her and get her to safety. Please.”

The pirate looked to Mihawk. “You heard the man. Take her and go.”

Satisfied, the pirate took Ruby from Smoker’s arms and began running to one of the allied ships. Smoker watched them go until they were no longer visible.

“A pirate and a Marine, huh?” Mihawk drawled from behind him. “I never would have thought a relationship like that would work.”

Smoker lit a cigar. He hoped Ruby would get to safety in time. He hoped he wasn’t seen by anyone important. He hoped he wouldn’t end the day with no job and no girlfriend. But it was out of his hands now, and he didn’t regret it.

Smoker took a puff from the cigar, letting the smoke waft and disappear into the air. “It didn’t.”

Previous - Chapter 4: Confession, Part 2

[nancypullen]

September Eve

Ahh, September. She's on her way and there's so much promise in the month. I love it because it's my birthday month, but more than that, this will be the month that tips us into autumn. Our forecast is anything but autumnal, there's a heatwave heading our way, but I refuse to budge from my place of September joy. The sweetest grandgirl in the word has started kindergarten. School won't start in earnest until Tuesday (after Labor Day) but she had her phase-in day this week and she loved it. Her parents prepared her beautifully, covered every base they could think of, and I think they were far more nervous than she was. On the morning that they took her to school she hopped out of the car, chirped "Good morning!" to the police officer directing drop-off, and proceeded inside to run the show. She is a force. She may look like a fragile fairy princess, but she is confident and brave. What a girl! Upon graduating from preschool she was given the superlative "Most Likely to be Famous". When I asked her yesterday what the best part of the day was, she replied, "Dramatic play." I hope she remembers her Grancy in her Oscar speech someday. As for Grancy, I've been busy, busy, busy getting things ready for Artisans on the Choptank.

I need to get a pair from that last batch on the ears of a local cheerleader. That's free advertising. I should make a few pairs and send them to the high school. Today's mail brought my banner, all the way from China.

I'll steam those creases out and it will go on the front of my table. I've got an orange tablecloth so it will look like this.

I'm not sure that my wares will go over well in this area. I haven't seen a single woman in big earrings or any sort of statement jewelry. In fact, I don't think I've even seen a woman with lipstick on. I'm hoping that people from other counties will visit the event because these Denton gals are not a foo-foo bunch. I am definitely a fish out of water. Did I mention that I finally got my hair cut last week? Is anyone at all surprised that I felt like putting crime scene tape across the door of the salon afterwards? What that woman did to me should be illegal. You know that I've never been bashful about posting photos of my hair disasters here. This is so ugly that I will not put a picture on the internet. My hair had gotten very long. I knew that as a woman of a certain age that I should probably lop off a few inches. These are the photos I took as a reference.

I was looking for layers, a length that just brushed my shoulders, nothing too crazy. I also chose cuts that I knew would work with my mass of hair.

This is what I came out with. Not kidding.

The first layer on the photos I gave is sweeping, soft, and about cheek bone length - at the very least eye-level. She cut the top so short that I am walking around with a cloud of hair on top. It's awful. Thankfully my hair grows pretty fast, so by our October vacation I should be able to calm that top poof. I still can't believe what she did. I had even taken a photo of my hair before blow-drying to show her how curly it is. I should have asked to see her license because I think she might be a dog groomer. I may have received her signature cut.

And while we're on the topic of my hair, I'm just not in love with the white. I've tried it. I've tried it for a long time. I just don't love it. It still doesn't feel like me. I'm really leaning toward coloring again. I couldn't go dark, that ship has sailed for me. It would be as unflattering as the white. A medium or dark blonde would work. I have so many friends who have gone beautifully white or gray, and they've raved about the freedom of it. Honestly, I haven't felt that - I mean, not keeping up with roots, etc is nice, but it's not like I devoted massive amounts of time to it. I don't know, I'm on the fence. If I do color I'll certainly do it myself. Most salons here charge $100 for color! I can ruin my own hair for much less, thankyouverymuch. We'll see, there's no rush. It's not like anyone sees me, thank goodness. I'll stew on it awhile. I think at the heart of the issue is that I just don't feel vibrant with white hair. I look tired. I've started noticing women my age and older that are not gray and they look kind of fabulous. Then I look at my friends who have gone white or gray and they look fabulous too (I'm looking at YOU, Dina!). I suppose it's different for everyone, like red lipstick or a pixie cut. There are certainly more pressing problems in the world, so I'll think about that tomorrow. Fiddle-dee-dee.

My dinner timer just went off so it's time to take out the taco pie and spread a little sour cream on top and sprinkle it with shredded lettuce. Mickey is going to be a happy boy. I'll be back tomorrow, maybe with better hair. Doubt it. Sending out tons of love. Take what you need and pass it on. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy