#i read p&p a few years ago and i don’t remember all the exact details

[tardisoftheshire]

guys what if lizzy bennet stan jason todd got transported to the pride and prejudice universe as the result of some crazy magic user in gotham. idk i would just love to see him freak out over being in one of his favorite books and wonder whether and how much he can get away with meddling with the plot. just picturing mrs. bennet fussing over him and wanting to set him up with her daughters and one of them having a lil crush on him and him getting upset like ��no ur supposed to be with so-and-so, this can’t happen, it’ll mess up the plot!!!”

[randomshyperson]

Can I request a celebrity AU with Elizabeth Olsen and Female Reader? Where R is Vision in the MCU. And like throughout a series of interviews and behind the scenes shots, you can see how the two actually fall in love in real life. And in like the final interview they ask “Are you two dating?” And this time they can finally say yes

Hello darling, how are you? I hope well. This took me a while, and i’m not sure you’re even going to like it. But i hope you do. It was honestly kind of strange to write for Lizzie, i kept mistaken the name as Wanda. Also, i changed your idea a bit, because i could find the right way to write the interviews. But anyway, here it is. Good reading.

Elizabeth Olsen x Reader - Love is outside the screen

Summary: The one where Reader plays Vision in the MCU and she falls in love with her co-worker Elizabeth Olsen.

Warnings: None.

Words:  4.308 words  //// Read on AO3

Marks:  @wandamaximoffpuppy

Part. 2  || Part 3

Eight years ago

Your agent was calling you for the third time, and you thought you should answer before you lost your contract.

Letting out an impatient sigh as you reached for your cell phone, you left it on speaker.

- Hello, Sara. - You say with a slight irony as you relax your body in the water of the jacuzzi again.

- It's not polite to ignore someone who keeps you employed. - she said irritated, making you laugh.

- Sorry, but I told you I was on vacation. - You reminded her. - And what did you keep doing? Oh yes, calling me.

- Don't be so grumpy, woman. - She replied with a light humor in her voice, and you could hear the clatter of keystrokes, suggesting that she was working. - I have an opportunity for you.

You raised your eyebrows in curiosity, but said nothing. And by your silence, Sara kept talking.

- Tell me, have you ever thought about being a superhero?

You let out an incredulous laugh, thinking it was a joke. 

- I'm not going to make any weird latex movies, Sara. - You warn her, and she lets out a laugh.

- Actually, honey, it's Marvel.

You blink in surprise, and then turn to rest your arms on the edge of the jacuzzi and look directly at your cell phone.

- What are you talking about? 

- Ah, caught your interest, huh? - She remarks. - You actors are all the same, one famous name and you fall to your knees.

- Sara...

- No, it's okay. - She giggles. - They want a openly queer actress to play a lesbian heroine, I think. And then they called me.

- Wow, Marvel doing something like that? - You comment. - It sounds like a lie.

Sara giggles.

- It pays well anyway. - She says, and then a notification pops up on the screen. - I just sent you the script. Let me know if I can confirm your audition.

You let out a sigh before saying goodbye and hanging up, grabbing your cell phone to read the script.

It is the scene description of your character's appearance, and there is also a note for the chemistry test. You bite your lips thoughtfully. You were known in the media for roles in international, indie and cult films, mostly lesbian romance. You had a few academy nominations, and had been awarded twice by the critics. Superheroes were not really what you were looking for. But then you remembered how much you missed having a lgbt reference in media like this, and then you are sending a message to your agent confirming your audition.

//-//

Present

You are twiddling your thumbs in your dressing room. It must be the ninth interview in less than two weeks. Letting out a sigh, you stand up, momentarily looking at your appearance in the mirror. The make-up team did a good job, you look well. And then you are walking outside, to the dressing room next to yours. 

You knock on the door, and are soon answered. But Elizabeth doesn't smile when she pulls you inside.

- Hey, Lizzie, what's up? - you ask worriedly as you close the door. The next second she's hugging you tight, and you sigh. - You're anxious, aren't you?

- I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my mouth. - She grumbles and you start stroking her back, trying to calm her down.

- Remember that exercise we practiced, okay? - You ask her tenderly as you move your feet so that you move together toward the sofa in the living room. You break the embrace slowly, to sit Lizzie down on the couch as you kneel in front of her. She looks on the verge of tears, and you place your hands on top of hers. - Breathe with me, okay?

It will take you many minutes to calm her down, but you don't care. And then she smiles, and brings your foreheads together.

- Thank you. - She whispers before kissing you. She walks away too quickly in your opinion, but you can't say anything because the producer is calling you next, announcing that the interview starts in two minutes. You smile at Liz before getting up.

//-//

Seven years ago.

You had just finished filming your last scene in Age of Ultron when your agent called you. Scrolling your finger quickly across the screen, you answered while your cell phone rested on the table in your dressing room, and you kept your hands busy trying to pin up your hair.

- I'm leaving the studio, Sara, what's up? - you told her.

- I wanted to congratulate you on the affair, although I'm surprised it happened so quickly. - She says and you frown in confusion, finishing up with your bun. You pick up your cell phone next.

- What are you talking about?

Sara giggles, and sends you an attachment. You pull your cell phone away from your ear to look at it. It is a photo of you and Elizabeth, your teammate and romantic partner in the franchise, taken the same day you discovered Liz had social anxiety and took her out for coffee with you to take her focus off the celebrity world for a while. The paparazzi managed to capture the exact moment when you kissed her on the cheek in farewell. 

- This is all over the gossip sites as Marvel's mysterious romantic couple. - Your agent commented, and you rubbed your fingers across your forehead in irritation.

- You want me to publicly deny a relationship, is that it? - you ask, walking around the dressing room and gathering your things.

- What? No! This is great for advertising. - she says with slight excitement in her voice. - Especially after the movie comes out! Fans love couples who fall in love behind the screen.

You roll your eyes, switching your cell phone to your ear.

- I'm not going to make a relationship contract if that's what you're thinking! - You say with irritation and can imagine Sara rolling her eyes on the other end of the line.

- Yes, yes, we've been over this, Miss Morally Correct. - She scoffs lightly. - But I really called to talk about the premiere. We have details to discuss.

Sighing, you ask her to wait. Then you finished putting your things away, and grabbed the phone as you walked out the door.

//-//

Six years ago, California

Interviewers can be motherfuckers when they want to be, you thought as you bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your face impassive as you watched the woman in front of you list the "missed moments" from the Avengers set. You knew that your agent had talked to the show's staff about the authorized questions, and yet here you were on live television, having to declare whether the timely photos taken on the Avengers set meant that you had a secret relationship with your best friend Elizabeth Olsen.

A slideshow was playing on the screen behind you. There were pictures from the footage, many where you and Liz were laughing together, or having lunch together. There were some where she was sitting on your lap, or vice versa. Your expression softened when you noticed one where she was looking at you adoringly. It was so strange to be an artist sometimes. You smiled politely at the presenter.

- Come on, Ellen, you know how these things are. - You said. - Things are different on camera, Lizzie and I are friends.

The audience let out a chorus of displeasure, and Ellen laughed lightly.

- You know that many of the fans would like this rumor to be true, especially since you two play a couple and you are openly queer. - She says, and you wiggle your fingers in your lap, uncomfortable with where this conversation is going, but you nod in agreement. - Furthermore, you say that the paparazzi cameras are deceiving, but what about the stories you post on your personal networks?

She asks with a chuckle, and then other videos are playing on the screen, and you force yourself to smile and watch.

The vast majority are harmless, and platonic. You spend a lot of time at Liz's house because when she moved in, you were her reference and tour guide, and so you got into the habit of checking up on her. And then you became friends and you spent more time at her house than at yours.There were many videos and pictures on yours and her instagram where you two were tending a garden, playing board games, cooking together, or watching sports.  You bit back a smile as you watched the memories through the images. 

- See?It's hard to believe that this is just platonic. - Ellen insisted again, and the audience laughed.  You tried to cover it up with a smile. - But since you claim to be single, we're going to play a game now. It's called "Who Would You Rather?

The audience applauded and you giggled, straightening your posture in your chair. And then the studio screen had a sign with the name of the game.

- It's very simple, you just have to choose which of the artists you would rather. - She explains, and you blink.

- Rather what?

Ellen lets out a giggle, and you understand, nodding in embarrassment. The audience laughs. The picture changes to two pictures.

- Who would you rather, Scarlett Johansson or Chris Hemsworth?

- Wow, that sounds like a trap. - You comment awkwardly, making the audience laugh. And then you bite your lips. - I think Scarlett.

Ellen gives you a suggestive look, and the audience chuckles, you force yourself to imitate them. The picture changes again.

- Scarlett or Sebastian Stan?

You laugh, smoothing your hair slightly.

- I don't know, I think Seb. - You answer. And then the picture changes again, and you want to run away when the audience gives a chorus of excitement.

- Sebastian Stan or Elizabeth Olsen?

- There it is the trap. - You comment clumsily, causing the audience to bust out laughing. You swallow dryly and look down at your lap before saying. - I'd say Elizabeth Olsen.

You played for a few more minutes, and then the game ended with you choosing Elizabeth at the end, which got the audience cheering and celebrating. When the interview was over, Sara was calling you, and you were massaging your forehead when you answered.

- I thought you said you two weren't dating. - She teased, and you grumbled in irritation. 

- I thought you had discussed these matters with the staff. - You retorted, slightly irritated. - She only asked me about Lizzie and dating the entire interview.

- Honey, you're America's sweet couple. - She sneered. - Ellen wants viewers and will ask the questions that the audience wants to know.

- That's ridiculous. - You said and then sighed. - Why did you call me anyway?

- I have your new shooting location, so get your coats and jackets ready.

//-//

Six years ago, Berlin.

You are laughing at Anthony's imitation of Robert. Sitting in the shared dining hall, you were having a good time over lunch with your other colleagues while you were recording Civil War.

And then you were in scene again, many minutes later, and you found it strange that the nervousness was crossing beyond your character during a specific scene in which you were counteracting with Elizabeth. 

You saw her laughing at a comment your character made, and you should have this expression of surprise and embarrassment, but you didn't even have to act it out. Your cheeks reddened naturally at the image of Liz laughing. And then the director said cut when you were done and you were rushing out to clean up your makeup.

Later that day, after the shoot was over, the team wanted to visit a local pub, and you accepted the invitation, ignoring the previous event, and smiling when Elizabeth touched your arm to get your attention.

- A toast to the Avengers! - shouted the camera crew chief when you were all gathered at the bar, you thought maybe he had had too much to drink, but you joined in the toast. 

You stood next to Lizzie and Chris at a table while sipping a dark drink that might have been craft beer, or something German.

Your cell phone vibrates with a notification and you choke in surprise at the content of the message. Sara had sent you a note from TMZ, stating that your secret romance with Elizabeth Olsen was threatened because you had been seen leaving a coffee shop with Katie McGrath. 

Chris and Lizzie look at you curiously, and you just lay your cell phone down on the table for them to see while you turn the entire glass of beer in your mouth.

- Wow, so your type really is super heroines. - Chris commented with a smile, and you laugh, pushing him away slightly. 

- I swear, I can't be seen talking to any woman that she is automatically my girlfriend. - You say irritated as you put your beer glass back on the table. Your gaze returns to Lizzie, who has picked up your cell phone from the table and is reading the news. Then she hands the phone back to you, and gets a strange look on her face that you can't read very well, but she forces a smile.

- At least you cheated on me with a pretty girl. - she says and you frown in surprise. Chris laughs at the joke, but before you could have any other reaction, the rest of the team is joining you.

//-//

Five years ago, California.

You gave up fighting the questions about your relationship with Elizabeth. They would happen anyway, whether your agent talked to the teams or not, so you just smiled politely when you told people you were just friends and remained truthful in your statements. 

Usually the interviews with Lizzie were easier, because you went into protective mode and your brain was ready to give sharp, snappy answers to keep Elizabeth from being embarrassed. 

So here you were on the Night Show, with one of your favorite interviewers, and your best friend by your side. Jimmy was asking good questions, and he was funny. You hoped he wouldn't ask anything too embarrassing.

After many questions about employment, and worldview, which was refreshing, he finally asked you about the rumors of your secret relationship.

- Girls, you know that the public wants to know. - He began with a smile, and you laughed lightly, exchanging a look with Lizzie. - And actually, we have arguments this time.

- Here we go. - You commented with light irony which made the audience laugh. 

Your latest posts on instagram were visible on the big screen.

- Last Tuesday, both of you posted these stories on your personal accounts. - Jimmy started with excitement. - And it rocked the internet completely, because the location was visible on your instagram, Elizabeth.

Lizzie let out an embarrassed giggle.

- Well, if the public's doubt is whether we were together there, they can confirm it. - She said, and Jimmy let out an excited exclamation. Lizzie waited for the audience to stop their celebratory chorus before speaking again. - But this was a special celebration, since it was my birthday. 

- And I took her on a trip to Mexico. - You completed the story with a slight smile. The audience let out a chorus of happiness and you looked at them in confusion. - Guys, friends do this!

Jimmy and the audience laughed for a moment and then the image came off the screen.

- Come on girls, you're giving us material. - He remarked with a smile. - And you're still going to deny the relationship like you always do, I imagine.

You and Wanda exchange a short chuckle.

- Look, Jimmy, all I have to say is that Lizzie is amazing, she really is. - You saw yourself confessing. - Anyone would be lucky to date this brilliant, spectacular, sweet, fun-loving woman. But that person is not me.

Jimmy lets out an exclamation of sadness along with the audience, but then they applaud your words, and you smile wryly. You risk a glance at Lizzie for a second, and she has slightly flushed cheeks, and looks surprised at your words.

You ignore the nervous feeling at the pit of your stomach, and decide to keep your posture polite as you answer the next questions.

//-//

Four years ago.

You had to kiss Lizzie. And then you shook your head. No, not you. Vision. Your character, Vision, had to kiss Lizzie's character, Wanda Maximoff. And you repeated this like a mantra as you walked from your dressing room to the set.

The day you read this scene, you smiled politely at your agent, and disguised any apparent nervousness. And then you spent the last few weeks pretending that if you didn't think about it, eventually the director would make a change and the scene wouldn't even exist. But here you were, trying to have one last drop of professionalism.

You weren't even recording the scene officially, it was just the rehearsal of lines and marking, and you had sweaty hands. 

As you walked through the studio, the staff smiled and greeted you, and then you spotted Lizzie and ignored the uneven beating of your heart.

- Let's get started girls. - announced Russo as soon as he caught sight of you. He signaled for you to follow the team's prearranged schedule. You smiled at Lizzie as you took your place. - We can test the order of the scene directly. I need to know which angle is best to have Vision ask Wanda to stay with her.

And then you started recording. And now you were Vision. There was no time to think about how naturally your hand fit into Lizzie's, or how good it felt to feel her hugging you. And then Russo shouted cut again.

- That's pretty good. - He commented, looking at the monitor. - Let's shoot the stone scene okay, then the action scene.

The scene started, and you said your lines the way you were supposed to. And then you were looking at Lizzie, and she kissed you as the script said. You held the sigh in your throat, and pulled away. Vision doesn't sigh, so you shouldn't either. And then you are smiling as written, and the director closes the scene again.

You were getting pretty good at hiding how affected you are by Lizzie the more you kiss her onstage. And then you wrap up the day's shooting, and you are mentally exhausted. You want to sleep in your dressing room, but you decide to go home.

And as you are walking back to your car, Lizzie calls out to you.

- Hey, partner. - She greets me by walking beside you. - Don't you want to go for a drink tonight?

You let out a sigh, ignoring the urge to shout that you would go anywhere with her, and thinking about how tired your body is.

- I'm exhausted, Lizzie. - You tell her, and she looks upset, but you add with a smile. - But I'll take it if it's something at your place.

Lizzie's face lights up quickly, and she nods, and then says she'll leave something in her car. She returns when you are already in yours.

- All set? - You ask to confirm, and she smiles and nods. And then you start the car and drive out of the studio.

Lizzie turns on the car stereo a moment later, and you begin humming the song.

- You've been distant lately. - She comments distractedly as you drive away. - You know you can talk to me, right?

You smile, ignoring the feeling in your stomach.

- Yes, Lizzie. - You say without taking your eyes off the road. - I'm just busy, that's all. It's nothing.

Lizzie makes a noise of agreement and looks away. You think maybe she believes you're not telling her the truth, and you feel guilty. So you decide to change the subject.

- How are things at home, Liz? Are Mary-Kate and Ashley well? - you ask, and she looks at you quickly.

- Everything's fine. - she says, and then she bites her lip. - Did I do something?

You frown, glancing quickly at her before looking down the street again. The light was red. And when you turn your head toward her, she lets out a sigh.

- You don't talk to me anymore. - She says seriously, looking at you. - Since Berlin, you're just distant. Always busy, and with ready-made answers. And now you try small talk, even though you hate it. I wish you would tell me what I did wrong.

Your heart is racing at the accusations, because she is absolutely right. And then you swallow dry, and prepare to speak, but then Liz is pointing ahead, the headlight has opened. And you have to drive, and she crosses her arms and looks away to the window.

You drive the rest of the way to her house in silence, and when you park the car in the driveway, she mumbles a goodnight before getting out. 

Squeezing the steering wheel in your fingers, you take a deep breath. And then you get out of the car, and the noise of the door opening surprises her because she turns to look. But you are walking toward her, and raising your hand to the back of her neck, bringing your mouths together. Lizzie chokes in surprise, but in the next second she melts against you as she kisses you back.

You part breathlessly, holding your foreheads together.

- I am in love with you. - You confess. - I'm sorry I was a complete idiot, but I was terrified.

Lizzie giggles, kissing you again quickly before hugging you. And then she is breaking the embrace to look at you, a shy smile on her lips.

- I'm in love with you too. - she says. - I'm glad that's the problem and not something else.

You laugh, and kiss her one last time before entwining your hands and walking toward her house.

You decide to take things slow, so naturally, two weeks later, you ask her to be your girlfriend over dinner. Lizzie smiles all night, but you know that if this is a secret, she can't wear the ring.

Public relationships mean contracts, and agents, and unwanted questions, and lots of opinions about your lives. And you two wanted to keep that to yourselves for the time being.

So when directors comment that your onstage chemistry is amazing, you two just nod and thank them. When the interviewers ask if you are together, you deny it as before.

The first time you sleep with Lizzie, you almost break the bed. And it's all right, because you two are laughing with happiness and pleasure, and she pulls you in for another kiss. And you entwine your hands, the commitment rings on your fingers.

A year and a half later, you are getting very busy with your participation in a youth series, and there are many rumors that you are dating your co-star, so Lizzie is jealous and you can't blame her. 

You decide that the secret cannot go on any longer, at least not to your friends and employers. So you talk to Lizzie, and you both call your agents. Sara laughs for ten minutes when you tell her, but she is happy to talk to Lizzie's agent. You are not public yet, but it is important that all parties are in agreement. You hate bureaucracy, but you don't mind as long as Lizzie's hand is in yours. Your friends are very happy, and the other cast members tease you constantly about it.

When you shoot the last movie, you think you are going to be fired because your character has died. But then you and Lizzie get a series together.

You try not to overthink how you will deny the rumors on television, but Lizzie kisses you on the cheek and tells you that you will face it together. 

It takes three more months for you to propose. You think your chest will explode with happiness when she accepts.

And then you are calling your agents again, and Sara almost faints when you tell her that you got married in secret at some registry office in the Caribbean and she needs to get the paperwork sorted out. When you get back to California, there is a small ceremony with your family members.

//-//

Present

You and Lizzie are sitting side by side in the interview. The questions about WandaVision are over, and now you know from Jimmy's expression what he is going to say.

- The last time you were here, I had only an instagram post as an argument for your secret relationship. - He says, making you, Lizzie and the audience laugh lightly. - But now I have talked to the production and they prepare a presentation.

- My goodness. - You remark, making him laugh. And then he waves to the big screen, and you try to disguise your nervousness.

A presentation of images began to play to the audience to the sound of "honeybee" by the band "The Head and The Heart". There are several studio shots, from photo rehearsals to behind-the-scene moments. There is a picture from the day you met, from the first cast test, from the Avengers taping, paparazzi shots of you laughing in the parking lot, or in the open areas. There are pictures of you walking around Los Angeles together, pictures of your rides, or your travels. There are clippings from instagram stories where you spend time together, laughing and hugging. The presentation ends with the BTS photo of WandaVision from the first day of recording where you have your arm around Lizzie, and the two of you are laughing.

You clear your throat away the emotion, but Lizzie wipes her eyes lightly.

- That was very beautiful. - She comments as Jimmy hands her a piece of tissue paper. The audience bursts into tears of excitement.

- I guess we can get to the part where you deny everything now can't we? - Jimmy jokes and you smile and straighten your posture.

- Actually, Jimmy, we have something to announce.

[bunnywand]

can’t remember if i’ve posted abt the enormous pokemon fanforum drama i was part of when i was like, 10 or 11, but my blog won’t show any results so i’m guessing i probs haven’t 😳 probably gonna get some details wrong cos this was like, 15ish years ago, but oh well 😝

so ~back in the day~ serebiiforums was like, The main pokemon forums on the internet (and it's still around today but idk how popular it is anymore??) 😧 i joined in 2006, just before my 10th birthday, and that was like, the main place i hung out online for a while 😌

but then one day i got a pm from some guy asking if i’d check out his own pokemon forum, “pokemon valley” ..and even tho it was obvs just some other kid messaging random ppl 2 advertise their site, i went and joined for some reason 😅

and it was p cool!! the main site was ran by him and his brother who i think were abt the same age as me like, 10 or 11, and it was p much what you’d expect for a pokemon site ran by 10 year olds 😭 but the forums were good at least, i’d guess there were probably abt ~100-150 ppl on there, and i made quite a few good friends on there, who i then started speaking to on msn as well 😆

but then one day, The Schism happened 😳 i can’t remember exactly how everything went down, but i think the gist was the owners of the site (���pokemon valley” and “pikachu trainer” i think??) invited one of their irl friends (“camelborg” 😠) onto the site.. and even tho he was brand new and no one else knew him, they gave him admin powers, which basically meant he could do anything on the site, including deleting other ppl’s posts and replies, and even banning ppl.. and bcos he was jerk and also only abt 10 years old, that’s Exactly what he started doing 😑

he started just generally being a dickhead all over the site and deleting the replies of anyone who called him out for it, and even banning ppl who argued back too much 😧 but when a bunch of us who were online that day went to pokemon valley and pikachu trainer and asked if they’d remove his admin powers or ban him, they refused, like “oh noo he’s our friend irl, we can’t do that 🥺” and all the while camelborg was still vandalising the site and banning ppl complaining abt him.. so the 20 or so of us who’d been having trouble w/ him straight up Quit pokemon valley, and made our own forums 😅

it was called “pokemon valley 3” at first (i think the pokemon valley we quit had been “pokemon valley 2” for some reason?? 🤔) but after a while we chose to rename our site “pokehaven” cos it was like, a haven away from pokemon valley 😭

and it was a rly good site 🥺 bcos there were only like 20 of us, we all got rly close, and altho a few more ppl ended up joining us too, there were still probably only abt 30 of us on there all together?? so it was a rly nice and close knit community while it lasted.. i can’t remember the exact dates but i probably joined pokemon valley in 2007, and the schism was either late 2007/early 2008?? 🤔

but eventually, around late 2009, i guess some of the members started getting too old for pokemon forums and stopped being active, and slowly the site died, and by early 2010 it was completely dead 🙁 and unfortunately i eventually ended up losing contact w/ all my friends from there, which especially sucked bcos we only knew each other by either our usernames or our first names, so i’ve had no way of like, ever finding any of them ever again since.. 😖 the best i’ve managed is finding a few of them on serebiiforums and messaging them there, but most of them hadn’t been online in like ~10+ years, so i don’t have much hope 4 that.. 😔

and then to put the final nail in the coffin, the site was still up until a few years ago, so i could still go on and like, read old posts and stuff, like this lil time capsule of ~2-3 years of my life.. but then invisionfree (who hosted the forums) got taken over i think?? and all the old forums got deleted, so now that piece of internet history / my life is lost forever.. ��

and that’s the tale of pokehaven, and my adventures on the internet as a preteen b4 social media 😌💕

[itmighthavebeenintentional]

Walk Me Home

Summary: Twenty-four years ago, Kimberly Harper met a boy who changed the course of her entire life before up and leaving one night. She spent years moving past the memories, building a stable, satisfying career as professor of folklore and mythology at the local university. Then the accidents start, and she’s forced to seek help among her hunter contacts. All it takes is a knock on her office door to send Kimber’s carefully built emotional walls crumbling to the ground.

Featuring: Teen Winchesters, high school romance, reunions, misunderstandings, high intensity emotional turmoil, Dean’s love of pie, Dean being adorable, Sam being adorable and maybe a bit nosy eventually, much group adorkable-ness, show-style investigation, mention of our favorite werewolf, gratuitous  love of fall, DID I MENTION ROMANCE, fluff, smut, tension. 

Warnings: Show level violence, show level parental neglect (let’s not John bash, I’m just saying), show-style witchcraft, show-level mental manipulation, stalking, bit of angst, sexual content (higher than show level),swearing, general yearning

Word Count: 3229

Author’s Note: Here we go, fam! New story, new adventures, new thrills and chills and feels! Who’s excited?!? This story was inspired by P!nk’s song “Walk Me Home”, which you should totes listen to (and watch the video, it’s so COOL) if you haven’t. This was a birthday present for @thoughtslikeaminefield​ , though I will admit it was a few...well, either days or years late, depending on how you look at it. I hope y’all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! SHE ALSO MADE THE IMAGE!! HOW GORGEOUS?!?!

Mega thanks to @mskathywriteswords​ , @fangirlxwritesx67​, and @cracksinthewalls​ for editing, revision, flailing, and generally knocking sense into me when I’m being stubborn. You all made this story way better than it started it, and I love you.

Keep in Mind: There are a lot of flashbacks. I tried to write current events in present tense and flashbacks in past tense. Here’s hoping I got everything right!

Please read/heed the warnings. 18+ ONLY. 

ItMightHaveBeenIntentional’s Masterlist

Chapter 1

A firm tap on the door of her office makes Kimberly’s head snap up. She blinks, her eyes unable to focus quickly after looking up from her computer screen. She remembers she’s wearing her reading glasses, and slips them off her nose, letting them dangle from the chain around her neck.

“Dr. Harper? Could I take a few minutes of your time?”

“Yes, I…” Her eyes finally focus on her visitor, and the room is suddenly devoid of oxygen. “Dean? Is it...really?”

“Kimber?” 

The astonished man framed in the doorway is a far cry from the brash, charming boy she met in a different life, but she’d know him anywhere. Time has been more than kind to Dean Winchester, and Kimberly has to admit some things really do get better with age.

Which is saying a lot, considering.

“God, no one’s called me that since high school.” She stands and takes a couple of measured steps around her desk. Seeing him unexpectedly like this after so much time leaves her physically and emotionally off-balance, but the smile she offers him is genuine. “You’re a helluva sight for sore eyes. It’s been a while.”

Dean recovers from his shock quickly, crossing the small room in a few quick strides, and sweeps her into a hug. She’s engulfed in his presence, not just his physical stature (she does not remember him being this tall or broad or...solid) but also the scent and feel that is absolutely Dean. She feels a shock of vertigo as memories and emotions she’d long laid to rest all vie for immediate attention.

It hits them simultaneously that they’ve embraced for a few moments longer than necessary, and they disentangle with sheepish smiles.

“What are...no, I’m sorry, I’m being rude. Have a seat!” A lop-sided smile pulls at Dean’s lips, and suddenly she’s seventeen again, trying desperately to keep her cool as she finally gets to talk to the handsome, mysterious new kid. Warmth floods every cell of her body, and she comes dangerously close to giggling. 

“Coffee?” she offers, forgetting most of her hard-earned vocabulary in the face of her teenage dream.

“Always.”

...

The last time she’d seen Dean Winchester, his father was burning holes in his elder son’s back from the driver’s seat of his precious Impala. He glowered at Dean and Kimber, impatiently drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as the teenagers stumbled through their good-byes. Dean’s younger brother sat, slump-shouldered and defeated in the back seat, resigned to yet another relocation.

“Don’t forget my number,” Kimberly murmured, her palms sliding over his jaw, fingers threading into his close-cropped hair, and they both knew she meant, “Don’t forget me.”

“I couldn’t if I tried, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice breaking on the last word. He cleared his throat, trying to turn away before she could see any weakness.

“Don’t,” she said, holding his face firmly. “If this is all I get of you, don’t even take that much from me.”

Five blissful weeks they’d had before Dean’s father concluded his mysterious business in the area. Five weeks since she’d begun tutoring Dean in AP American History; an absolute sham, she had realized exactly five minutes into their first session. Dean may not have been caught up on the exact dates and details of what they were covering in class, but once he set eyes on the material, even she had a hard time keeping pace with his reasoning.

“Just wanted to talk to you alone,” he’d admitted that afternoon, his olive eyes sparkling. He flashed her what had to be an award-winning half-grin, showing a glimpse of perfect, dazzling white teeth and the merest touch of uncertain vulnerability. 

“Does that usually work on girls?” she asked, genuinely curious. He had to practice that expression in the mirror; it was too perfect to be natural. His face lit up as his smile spread, his cheeks gaining the faintest hint of pink. In that one moment, Kimber realized she’d lived her entire life under an overcast sky, and now the clouds had parted. His smile was the sun on her face for the first time, dazzling and vital, and she soaked it in with dizzy abandon.

“Why, is it working on you?”

“Yeah, it, um, it really is.”

They spent the next month or so getting to know each other as only kids can, when everything is new, the absolute pinnacle of priority and passion. They studied each other as fervently as they should have studied for midterms. Explaining how the Age of Enlightenment influenced the American Revolution was a complete waste of time next to finding out that the beautiful, smooth-talking, tough-as-nails Dean Winchester was actually ticklish.

Dean told her the most amazing stories, which she only learned were true after he and his family disappeared. She caught him up in history enough for the teacher to get off his back, and in return he showed her how to get rid of unwanted physical attention with minimal risk on her part.

Dean wasn’t her first kiss, but he wiped the memory of every other fumbling embrace from her mind with a searing permanence. Some nights they snuck out to the treehouse in her backyard, and some nights she snuck him into her room. He would never take her out to any of the famous local make-out spots, though; he said they were too dangerous and just begging for trouble. 

She knew better than to argue with him when he got “that look” on his face, spoke to her in “that tone.” It took many years and some hard experiences of her own, but she did eventually learn that he’d been protecting her from so much more than she ever could have understood at that point in her life.

She found herself in awe of the sheer amount of wisdom contained in such a carefree, often goofy package. That they were chronologically the same age, almost to the month, was irrelevant; Dean Winchester had lived far beyond his years, and it showed.

And then one night, he’d arrived on her doorstep in the middle of dinner, asked if she could come outside for a minute. When he told her he was leaving, she knew he wasn’t joking. He’d warned her it would happen this way, that he had no idea how long they’d be in town, but she’d always imagined that future as some vague, misty destination, like “graduation” or “college.” Definitely going to happen, but not anytime soon, so might as well relax and enjoy things while you could.

“I…” But she couldn’t say it, not yet. She wanted to, had read so many novels and seen all the movies. It was the thing to say, and half her friends had already proclaimed their hearts belonging to various celebrities and hot guys around school. But staring into Dean’s eyes, so much older than they should be, she knew better than to throw that word out so lightly, carelessly.

“Yeah,” he sighed. His eyelids dropped, shoulders heaved once, and when he met her gaze again, that smooth front of cool confidence had slid back in place. “I know, sweetheart. Me, too.”

He kissed her then, despite his father’s glowering, despite her parents’ astonished looks from between the living room curtains. His hands were tight on her waist, and she raised up on her toes, pulling his face just a little closer. 

They pulled apart after a long moment, eyes locked, and she kissed him one last time, chastely, savoring the plush of his velvet-soft lips against hers. 

Then she let him go, and he went. There was nothing else they could do.

She hugged herself against the chill autumn night, ignoring the first dashes of icy rain that stung her bare arms as she watched the black Impala turn a corner and disappear.

She didn’t see him again for nearly two and a half decades. When he knocked on her office door, asking for Dr. Harper, the years melted away. She felt the sting of the rain, the chill of the night he’d left, and for a long moment, all she could do was stare.

…

“How did you find me?” he asks. His fingers slip around the coffee mug she offers him, and she has to make a physical effort to keep her thoughts focused on the task at hand. Everything about Dean has aged so gracefully. She would be envious if she weren’t also granted the absolute gift of drinking in the sight of him. 

“I didn’t,” she says, “not exactly. I’ve been teaching mythology, folklore, and urban legends at the university for a long time now. You got me started on that, back in the day.” She offers him a small smile, hoping he understands she remembers all the stories he told her.

The grin he offers in return melts something in her chest that’s been rigid and frozen, deliberately separated from the rest of her emotions for most of her adult life, and she can’t breathe for a second.

“After you left town, I started digging a little. I looked into some of those stories you told me, some of the places you’d mentioned, and then some of the weird stuff that had been happening in the towns where you said your dad was working. I’m sure you know what I found,” she says, eyebrows raised. 

Dean’s lips purse as he considers her words. He opens his mouth, brows creased, but then he seems to change his mind. He takes a long drink of coffee, and when he lowers the mug his expression is once again neutral.

“Well, I stayed interested. Made a career out of it, somehow. And then people started coming to me, asking for help finding bits of information here, some lore or ancient knowledge there. Some were hunters, some scholars, but it kind of became my thing. I’d hear stories about you and your brother occasionally, Mr. FBI’s Most Wanted,” she adds, and he chokes a little on his swallow of coffee.

“Why didn’t you ever reach out?” He brushes stray droplets of coffee from his chin absently, and her eyes laser in on a particularly enticing drop on the corner of his mouth. His tongue flicks out, catching it before it falls, and her breath hitches.

“To be honest, I was too nervous,” she admits as he sets his mug on the coaster in front of him. For the first time in many years, old feelings of abandonment, inadequacy, rear their nasty little heads. She has to work to keep her tone even. 

“It’s been how long? I figured you’d forgotten all about me; I thought maybe I was just another conquest to you-”

“You were never a conquest to me, Kimber. You know that.” His jaw works in agitation as he frowns. Hurt and something else - guilt, maybe? - cross his face before his expression smooths out, replaced by a blank mask. “You should have known that.”

Doubt cartwheels through Kimber's mind, sending her thoughts reeling. Twenty-four years of thinking Dean Winchester had forgotten her are suddenly put into a new, alien perspective. She scrambles internally to regain her bearings, stunned in a way that only comes from a solid blow to one’s core beliefs. 

Despite her parting plea, he’d never called her, not once in all the years after, and she’d convinced herself she was just the girl of the month. She’d been angry for a long time, well into college, but bit by bit, she forced herself to shut away her feelings, ball them up into a tiny hollow in her chest where she could at least ignore them, and moved on.

Apparently, somehow, she’d been mistaken. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn't have said that.”

He nods stiffly, sitting back in his chair a little, putting a touch more distance between them. He raises his hand for her to continue, his gesture abrupt, and she shrivels inside. She sees she’s offended him, but if she’s in the wrong, then why did he never call? 

“Dean, look, I shouldn’t have said conquest. That was insensitive of me, but from my perspective, what was I supposed to think? You say you won’t forget me, then you vanish into the night? What happened? Not even a single call to let me know you made it to your next stop alive?”

There’s another flash of pain, chased quickly from his eyes by what she’s pretty sure now is guilt. Exhaustion finally settles in, and he suddenly shows every one of the twenty-four years since he last saw her.

“Look, we’ve got a more immediate problem here, if the little bit Garth told me is true. Let’s…” he sighs, scrubbing his face tiredly with his hands. He steeples his fingers in front of his lips, coming to some sort of decision. 

“We can sit down and talk Memory Lane over some pie and coffee, but let’s get through this first. Now tell me what’s going on.”

As much as she wants to argue, force him to tell her exactly why he never reached out, she can tell he isn’t going to budge. 

“I...so...I wasn’t looking for you specifically,” she stumbles, “but I reached out to a former student of mine, Garth Fitzgerald, who I knew had been a hunter at one point and still had contacts. He said he would send someone my way, and then…”

“And then I showed up,” he finishes. His tone is efficient, economical, and all business. “Garth didn’t tell me much except his old professor was having some supernatural stalking issues. Gotta say,” he adds, and she is relieved to her bones to see the tiniest of crinkles by his eyes, “Sure didn’t picture you when Garth said ‘old professor.’ Figured I’d get Indiana Jones or his dad, maybe, but not...yeah.”

His attempt to add a little humor makes the wash of guilt and confusion in Kimber’s stomach even more uncomfortable. 

She fills him in on the details, odd accidents happening to the people she’s closest with at work, strange noises around her house at night, the ever increasing sense she’s being watched. 

“You talk to the police?” he asks.

She nods, letting her sour expression do most of the talking for her. “Went as well as it usually does. They didn’t even talk to my neighbors to see if anyone had seen anything. I had to do that.”

“Still, though. Doesn’t sound too supernatural to me,” he finally says, eyebrows furrowed. He isn’t dismissive, though; he stares hard at his coffee mug as he considers her story.

“Well, I guess you could explain away Helen’s fall down the stairs as a horrible but mundane accident. She could have tripped, but the people near her said she looked like she was pushed. Except no one was near enough to have done it.”

Now that she's getting over the shock of finding him on her doorstep, she remembers why he's there in the first place, and reality rushes back in. Kimber’s composure falters, but she does her level best to keep her voice steady.

��But Professor Lawrence was by himself in his office when his skin just started...boiling, not burning. I don’t care what the police report says. And Allen Simpson didn’t actually want to staple his hand to his dissertation, I promise you. He had just talked with me about one of his sources over coffee an hour before...before…”

Her throat closes as the whole nasty scene flashes before her eyes. She’d found him in the grad student workroom after following the sounds of his anguished howls, and there was just so much blood. She’d heard stories from the hunters she’d worked with, read her own share of horrific incidents, but to see it first hand…

“And sometimes, when I walk home at night, there’s...I’ve never seen anything, but I hear footsteps. Always behind me, and there’s no one there, but I know there isn’t anywhere for them to hide, whoever they are. I can feel them just...watching me. Even at home, a couple of times, when I should be absolutely alone, all my blinds and drapes closed. Once when I was making dinner, and once when I was...showering, and...Dean, it’s...I don’t understand.”

She takes in a stuttering breath and dashes at her eyes with the back of her wrist. Her hand drops limply to the desk as she stares at the glossy surface, finally allowing herself to feel the full depth of her fears.

“I’ve researched, tried to figure it out on my own. It shows all the classic signs of witches, but there’s been no evidence of a coven in town before now. I suppose a new one could have moved in, but I haven’t found any evidence so far. No one suspicious hanging around that I’ve noticed.”

Breathe, she reminds herself sharply. 

“I checked back through as much of my notes as I could find on the hunters I’ve helped with witch cases. I checked in with anyone who had an open case or hadn’t called me back to let me know how their hunts went. Nobody had anything helpful to tell me.”

Silence stretches between them, both waiting for the other to say something, anything. Kimber cracks first.

“Dean, I’m no hunter. I’ve worked it as much as I can from the research end, and I just...I need help. Please.”

Dean’s hand settles atop hers, its warm weight an echo of familiarity, and she swallows hard against the rising bile in her throat. She meets his eyes, and his gaze is malachite.

“We’re gonna figure this out. I know you. You say this sucker’s a witch, I say bring me that bucket of water, Dorothy. We’ll get this fucker, I promise.”

That secret spot in her chest brightens, warms by another degree or two, and she nods her gratitude. “Thank you. So much. Now...it’s been a long day, and I’m kind of beat. Could I invite you over for dinner without it being too weird?”

He squeezes her hand before releasing it with a roll of his eyes. “I can behave myself, if that’s what you’re getting at. I’m not feral, Kimber.”

“You’re not exactly tame, either,” she says, softening the words with a half-smile as she stands. She swings her jacket on, and he mirrors her actions. She shuts down her computer while he waits in the hall, looking up and down the corridor.

“I’ll need to do a full sweep of your office and check the scenes of the accidents,” he says as she pulls the door shut behind them and locks it. “Who all has keys to the professors’ offices?”

“Just the cleaning staff and the department secretary, and the professors themselves,” she says. “I can’t think of anyone else who would.” 

He nods, pursing his lips. Suddenly, a smile lights his entire face and he sweeps into a ridiculous bow before popping up and offering her his arm. The years dissolve in an instant, and he’s that seventeen-year-old boy again, still too old for his age but trying so desperately to hang on to that carefree spirit, holding his elbow in her direction after slinging her backpack over his shoulder.

“Walk you home, milady?”

“I would be honored, good sir.” ...

Chapter 2

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Wholeheartedly | Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: your ex-betrothed wants you back.

Request: do you listen to asmr boyfriend roleplay (on yt)? Some of them would be great as fics.

Warnings: light angst, mentions of mean comments, probably language which is a given with me, Harry isn’t an auror because I REFUSE to write him as a cop, fluff?

Based off this YouTube video

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Muggle customs had been life-changing, you had become a more organized witch through them and after a long day of work you had more time for yourself to unwind before bed.

You were readying your robes for the next morning when a knock was bestowed on the front door. With a flick of your wand, the clothes straightened themselves before you left the bedroom.

The person you least expected, and wanted, to see behind the door stuttered when you opened it. You made a motion to close the door again, but he lifted a hand and used it to block you from keeping him out.

“No, no— please,” he breathed a plead, “just give me a few minutes.” Harry repeated, “please.”

Damn him and his bright green eyes. “Fine,” you gave in, swinging the door completely open and stepping to the side so he could enter.

Harry crossed the doorway immediately, as if you would change your mind at any second if he didn’t move quickly enough. He knew you well.

“So...” he extended the ohs, swinging his arms forward and behind “how have you been?”

“Get to the point, Potter.”

“Okay, okay!” He observed you had put the magical photographs of the two of you away, you had even repainted the walls to a lighter color. It suited the living room, but it broke his heart. “I’m sorry for everything,” he said after a couple of lingering seconds.

You scoffed. Him being sorry didn’t fix anything. He had assumed things about you, things so absurd that you thought he had been joking the first time he brought them up. Harry had childishly assumed you cared about his fortune and fame, about being betrothed to the boy who lived. Because of those assumptions, he considered that as long as he gave you galleons you would be okay with him staying at Hogwarts through holidays. He wouldn’t even visit you when he had free time — you were the one who visited Hogsmeade and made efforts to see him, you wrote to him, you sent him baked goods so he wouldn’t miss home. He would rather stay in a cold and empty castle than at home with you, every single fucking time.

“I can’t imagine how lonely I made you feel,” he continued when you didn’t answer anything, “I didn’t love you the way you deserved, and you loved me harder than you should have...”

His words hurt. You remembered every night you waited up for him, every morning you woke up to a cold bed and with a headache because of how hard you had cried until exhaustion got to you. You knew you had loved him harder than you should’ve, and it stung, it stung because it had been real — you hadn’t been able to control it and lost in the euphoria of loving and being loved you hadn’t wish to control it either.

“I thought I could deal with it, you know?” Harry exhaled a confession, the deepest one he could muster, “that work would be enough to not think about all those things we went through as the war raged on. I—,” he stuttered, “I would read your letters and think that you didn’t understand me. Every time you called me a workaholic I took it at heart but not in the way I should have...” getting closer to where you were standing, just enough to be sure you were paying attention to him, he said, “I thought you didn’t care about me, that—“

You interrupted him, “really, Harry? After everything I put up with?”

He never stopped to think how hard it was for you, the things people would say about you. Losing the count of how many instances you had heard someone say he had dumped you for someone skinnier or prettier shouldn’t have been something you had gone through, but there you were.

“Let me finish!” he exclaimed, exasperated. “Please.”

Sitting down on your reading chair, you leaned your head against your hand as your elbow rested on the armchair. He had your entire attention, as always.

“What I am trying to say is that now I see how wrong I was. And I’m sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. I’m sorry I didn’t answer your letters, I’m sorry I made up excuses to not see you, I’m sorry I thought luxuries would be enough...” he threw his arms in the air, obfuscated with his own self, “I’m sorry for everything, every little detail that hurt and annoy you. All of it. I swear. I’m sorry for pouring pumpkin juice all over you in fifth year, and for that time I stepped onto your gown when we were dancing—“

“Harry,” you called his name softly. He was rambling now, a common sign of nervousness on him. He clamped his mouth shut, nodding in understanding.

Harry took a seat too, playing with his wand through his fingers. Head down, he listened to the silence, he took the emptiness in. Your breath got louder and his ear perked, inpatient for whatever it was you had to say.

“What changed? What made you suddenly want to apologize?”

“Miserableness. I have friends whom I love, I adore my job, I’ve been going to therapy for months— but it’s not enough, I barely function...” he lifted his head to look at you. “I can’t focus when I’m teaching, grading is a chore and when my mind slips to you everything gets better until I remember how much I hurt you.”

You tore your eyes away from his face. The hardest part of the breakup hadn’t been being alone, he had you used to that, the hardest part had been not seeing his clothes when you opened the closet and the empty space in the bookshelf where all the papers he researched to teach rested. Living without him sucked, not knowing how he was or if he had groomed his hair or if he had remembered some acquaintance’s birthday... not having Harry in your life meant the puzzle always being incomplete, but him being sorry didn’t mean much.

“For what it’s worth,” you mumbled, clearing your throat so the remaining words would be clearer, “I forgive you. Wholeheartedly.”

“I’ll give McGonagall my resignation at the end of the week to give her time to find a replacement,” he informed you. “I understand if you don’t want to see me again,” Harry’s voice cracked, “or if you hate me. But all I am asking from you, and I know it’s a lot, is one last chance.”

“You just said you adore your job,” you pointed out.

He articulated the words you had wanted to hear many months ago, “but I love you more.”

Pushing yourself off the chair, you approached him. He traced every millimeter of your frame with his eyes as you squatted down in front of him. You placed your palms on his knees, both to steady you and to initiate physical contact.

Harry stared into your eyes, desperate to find a hint of the answer you would give him. You surprised him by saying, “don’t leave your job.”

“It’s not more important than you,” he reiterated firmly, boldly resting his palms on top of the back of your hands.

You gave in, again, not even surprising yourself. “You can have both.”

His wide-eyed reaction prompted you to stand on your feet. Harry copied your movements, twisting his hands so he could press his palms against yours. “Are you serious?”

“If you’re willing to make efforts.”

“All of them,” he nodded enthusiastically.

Your hands left the warmth of his own in order for your arms to wrap around him. With your head on his shoulder and his arms snaked across your plump waist, you confirmed it, “I’m serious, then.”

He leaned his head against yours. Harry tried really hard to not close his eyes, afraid you would disappear if he did so. He couldn’t ruin it, not again. He had a lot of plans, and you were part of every single one of them — he couldn’t wait to tell you all about them but all in due time. At that exact moment, the only thing he wanted was to be in your arms, like he should’ve been for the past six months, like he wanted to be forever.

[puppycat714]

Chapter 3: Welcome to Hogwarts

prologue      part 2

Hello... to anyone who is reading this... um I started this about a year ago and I haven’t done another part yet, not because I didn’t want to but this past year has been exceptionally hard and exhausting for me. I started college last year, and freshman year has never been a good year for me. This year was no different. To sum it up as briefly as possible I found out I had OCD, due to my obsessive thought they became triggering. I was having many panic attacks  a week and was just glad with passing my classes. Then summer came along and me and my parents haven’t been seeing eye to eye... then I had to put my dog down. I have been under an immense amount of stress and my depression has been through the roof. So I want to apologize. I finally got a lap top so I hope to do more writing. I DO NOT want to give up this story for it has been the only thing keeping me sane for the last year. I have developed this story and I want to share it with you guys!  I am so excited to be able to post something again! Hope you guys enjoy!

Word count: 1,508

You sat there staring at him. Then you began to laugh.Between laughs you asked, “Albus...hahaha... Dumbledore?” Then you laughed harder. Oh the irony that was about to unfold before you. Eventually you calmed down. You looked at him only to see him with a serious face. This shut you up. You took in your surroundings for the first time since waking up. He definitely could fit the description of Albus Dumbledore, but thats... not possible... right?

You finally spoke after a few minutes of trying to figure everything out. “Sir... your kidding, right? If this is Hogwarts then do a spell”, you folded your arms in front of you. You needed proof. I mean this shouldn’t be possible, but there was a small voice in your head that wanted this to be true.

He took out his ‘wand’ and waved it while saying “lumos”. After saying that the tip of the wand emitted a bright light. you were shocked to say the least. You didn’t know what to say.

Then he said “Nox”, and the spell stopped. You were sure your jaw dropped. He had a wide grin on his face. “I’m surprised you didn’t know this... I thought she would have told you by now...” he mumbled. “How about you rest now, and I’ll explain everything tomorrow,” then he left. Of course you weren’t tired at the moment, and while there were many questions burning in your mind, you just had to wait until tomorrow.

Madam Pomfrey wouldn’t let anyone in so you sat there for the rest of the day trying to process everything that just unfolded in the past few hours. Apparently you had fractured your tailbone when you fell, but it’s healed now so you should be good by tomorrow. Eventually you fell asleep. 

You woke to Madam Pomfrey checking in on you. After that you were free to go. When you exited the doors of the hospital wing, a professor waited for you  outside. 

Even though you were nervous, you slowly walked up to her to ask for directions. You’d figure You should talk to Dumbledore to figure out how to get home. I bet dads worried about me... I have never left the house and not returned before... then again I am here at Hogwarts... it’s a dream come true, I almost don’t want to go home, but dad can’t take care of himself... As you were thinking, the professor was trying to get your attention.

“Miss (Y/L/N), I need you to listen,” she said. Of course that got your attention. Her voice was stern, and it reminded you of... no way it can’t be...can it? You looked up and sure enough you were face to face with the professor Mcgonagall. Oh shit. 

“Hello p-professor, I seem to have spaced out. My bad. Um could you direct me to Headmaster Dumbledore's office? I’m not sure how to get there and I really don’t want to get lost here...” of course you began to ramble... you were nervous. 

“I was waiting for you so that I could do just that miss (Y/L/N). Follow me please,” she then began to walk away. You stood there baffled by the interaction before catching up to her.

After a confusing and awkward walk to the office, you finally came face to face with the headmaster himself. You were gawking at all the things within the office, and he let you for a few moments until he deemed it was time to talk about your situation.

“Miss (Y/L/N) I have a few question I’d like you to answer for me.” he started. Of course he had questions, but so did you. You just weren’t sure if you could answer any of them.

“Yes headmaster,” you replied. It would be strange for anyone to have a child pop out of nowhere at their school. 

“How did you get here?” he asked. 

“Well sir as I said before, that’s hard to explain and i’m not sure of it myself. All I know was that I was in my house when I found this secret room. There was a door in the room with a key and a small note which read, ‘For those who need to be placed where they belong they must open the door to right the wrong.’  It was the strangest feeling when I picked up the key. Then I used the key to open the door. I just felt an urge to open and go through the door. Then I felt a tug as I went through the door and landed by a lake. Which I assume is the Black Lake. Then well, you know the rest I assume.” you explained. 

“Do you remember what the door looked like?” He asked. 

“Vaguely sir. It was a dark wooded door with some weird symbols that I couldn’t understand. It was definitely a sight to see though.” You didn’t know how else to describe it, but it was a magnificent sight.

“Could you draw it? he questioned.

“well sir it may not be the best drawing but I can try my best.” You answered.

He then brought out a parchment paper, some ink, and a quill. “Here try drawing it.”

After attempting to draw it with as much details as you could. You showed him the picture. “I hope this is enough for you.” He glanced down at it and turned around. He brought out a book and started to skim through it until he found what he was looking for. Then he showed me a picture of the exact door I saw. 

“Is this the door you went through miss (Y/L/N)?” He asked. 

“Yeah it is... how did you...” You started to ask but he replied before you could finish your question.

“I may have had a similar... case like this with a student previous to you. The door is called, “The door of tempus disciplinam“ the door that corrects time. It only comes when a person is in the wrong time period and it takes them to the time they are supposed to be in. Which means the door believes that this is the time you are needed in.” He explained.

"So you're saying that this is where I am needed in order for this timeline to continue the way it should?" You were baffled by this revelation. It's not that you didn’t want to be here. It's a dream come true to even set foot into the castle , but you can't help but think about your father. He has lost everything, and you couldn't bear to leave him alone. Not when you have a choice to go back, or so you thought. That was crushed almost immediately.

"Yes that is correct, and as far as I know there is no way back to your time." He answered your question before you could even ask it.

“Is there truly no way back?” You asked.

“The only way back is if the door needs you in a different time.” he answered.

“So what do we do about me? I mean I have no magical abilities...” you stated.

“Are you so sure about that? Can you tell me for certain you haven’t had anything strange happen? Objects moving when they shouldn’t, others considering you weird or an outcast, or just strange things that happen around you that you can’t seem to explain.” He asked. Looking back on that stuff, he was right. You can’t say that these things didn’t happen. Then he continued, “If you were truly a muggle, you would not be able to see the castle. There is an enchantment on the castle so that muggles only see our school as ruins. Yet here you sit, and you can see the castle. You my dear are no muggle. You are a wizard. 

You let that sink in. It was hard to process. All of your life you were seen as a weirdo, and an outcast. 

After reading the Harry Potter series, you felt a sense of belonging. Finally there was something that made you feel... understood. The characters were fun, and so were their personalities, the plot worked well, and it was just a great series. Was it the best with diversity, no. Did it drive some controversial topics, of course. Did you agree with everything in the books, of course not.  But it still made you laugh, cry, and made you feel angry. That is what a book should do. If it makes you feel things then you know the author did what they wanted to convey to the readers. Now you were apart of this world. The question is when.

“Sir if you don’t mind me asking, what year is this?” the million dollar question.

“It is 1976.” he replied. 

That means... the marauders were in their fifth year. The year they became unregistered animagus’... wait a second... the dog at the lake, and the kids you saw in the infirmary... oh boy.

@roxytheimmortal @rachelscosplay

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If You Let Me. ii | KNJ 18+

Author: hey guys! This is a sequel(?) To If you let me. (m) . Honestly Idk what made me want to write this lol but I suggest reading that first to get a better understanding before this one. Or hopefully its good either way without it lol.

Previously- If You Let Me. [part one]

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Discription: for 4 long years- he kept his promise. There wasn’t a single moment you ever doubted his love for you. or so you thought …

Word count: 7.8k

Genre: angst, smut, fluff? (If you want it bad enough)

Pairing: Husband!Namjoon x Reader [ ft. tae and hobi]

Quote: “4 years ago today, I told you how deeply in love I am with you….how perfect you are for me. I promised you, that I would never make you feel like you werent enough….it seems I somehow managed to break that”

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11:02 am

A knock sounds gently on your door waking you from your hallow state. You stare at it blankly before mumbling the words ‘come in ‘ to your visitor.

“ Noona?” Taehyung, the boy that was like your close little brother whispers as soon as he opens your door. “ I know you’re mad at Joon hyung…b-but can I come in still?” He asked you nervously. You comment yes for the first time in a while and settle back against the headboard of your bed. you thought about telling him not to call you that like you usually did but, but did you really have the energy?

It had been four years. Four years since Namjoon had proposed to you, and promised you forever with him. four years since he broke down the tough wall your ex-fiancee kai had managed to build.

a sad smile came on your face and tears started to brim in your eyes.

you blinked , it seemed as if everything was feeling a little too familiar. you remember blinking back so many tears over kai and now it scared you to do the same for Joon. Tae , watching his beautiful noona with a sorrowed expression, walked into the semi-dark room and sat comfortably on your bed. “noona-”

“Tae pleeaasee… just call me y/n -okay?” you rub his shoulder. he nods gulping at the intimate gesture, it wasn’t that he was attracted to you- which of course he was. It was that, for the past few weeks since you’d kicked his best friend out of your house - you could barely manage to look at him nor hoseok either. he couldn’t blame you, of course you wouldn’t trust the two closest males to him- for all you knew they were part of the problem as well. but they stayed persistent, promising their Hyung to always look after you even while he was away..

your hand fell miserably from him and he gently took it in his. there was so much he wanted to say to you, but he was afraid he’d set your relationship back. he didn’t want you to hate him and think that he was just another guy trying to take up for his shitty friend.

but he wasn’t.

Tae wanted to take up for a great friend. the man who was also a great husband for you. while he didn’t know the full details of the situation, he also knew that it wasn’t anything you guys couldn’t fix.

you guys weren’t perfect, this isn’t the first time you and namjoon have had a falling out. it would usually end with him on your living room couch and you strutting torturously around him in his t-shirt with nothing else underneath.

it didn’t end with him gone in some random city, doing who knows what and possibly with some women better than you. “ would he even be wrong?” you thought bitterly to yourself.

your heart burned, because deep down, you knew this was all your fault. thats right, you ran him away. yelling at him, screaming angrily, disrespectfully pushing him out your front door without a single word, without even letting him speak. he didn’t fight, he didn't protest…it was almost like he’d given up. he hasn’t called you or texted - hell you don’t think he even took his phone with him.

what you knew for sure was that he didn’t want contact with you, and he definitely wasn’t thinking about you. he was still attending his lectures at the university. you knew because , you’d over hear his students still complaining about the impossible professor kim. two even walking over to you, the current owner of the bookstore , jokingly pleading to get him to go easier on them. it immediately reminded you about when you first officially talked and how everything fell into place from there. it seemed all so perfect, from the first text - to the friendship you built and even to the moment he kicked Kai’s ass for you.

you scoffed ironically. it was currently that exact same day that Kim namjoon had promised he’d never make you feel like you weren’t enough for him. that he would spend everyday making you forget the all the pain you felt before. it was also the first time you two confessed your feelings for one another. your stomach dropped sickeningly, and the pained lump in your throat swelled.

oh god here came the tears again.

you let out an ugly sob in front of Tae, finally crumbling with your guarded mood “ he p-promised… ”. those words fell desperately from your lips while your arms hugged yourself. Tae springs into action and pulls you into a comforting hug. you rest your head on his shoulder trying to calm your lost breath the deep pain that engulfed your entire being.

another knock sounds on your door and hoseok pokes his head inside. “ everything alright?, I heard YN-” he pauses at your broken state. his eyes widening then rushing to the other side of you on the bed. he looked at you with the same sorrow as Taehyung did before and you sniffed, sitting up. normally hobi never held anything else but a smile on his face which prompted you to say “ Everything’s fine, hoseok don’t worry” . you smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes. he notices, because he wasn’t stupid..

“ y/n….” hoseok starts, “ you don’t have to- ….its okay to say you miss him..he’s your husband after all” he says very gently. they were walking on eggshells around you, trying not to trigger another episode like they did last week. you breath in deeply “ but…does he miss me?”

“of course he does noona- …y/n. more than you know. just give him time” Tae tells you, still holding you close. “yeah, hyung just needs to think. He’d never leave you” hobi said rubbing your back assuringly.

The tears came back again from his words “ but he did leave me…” you cried all over again. Hoseok rolled both of his lips and closed his eyes cringing from his fuck up. Tae shook his head at him “ he means- while namjoon may not be here..right now. He’s not leavingyou, leaving you y/n. I don’t think that man can live without you” .

You looked up ,puffy eyed with a wet face. The sight of both your closest friends sitting close beside you trying to cheer you up. You were glad they stayed behind with you because honestly you didn’t have much else. Yeah there was your family and maybe your best girl friend-but they didn’t know Joon the way you, tae, and hoseok did.

“Can we do something?, I don’t want to sit here anymore.” You mumble and both of them sat there staring at you shocked. A couple of days ago you could barley look at the two- now you wanted to go out? They didn’t know if that was good or bad, but they sure as hell weren’t going to disagree with you.

They glanced at each other before Tae smiled and turned back towards you.

“Okay, what do you want to do?”

2:33 pm

“Remember when we agreed to this? Yeah I regret that.” Hoseok groaned and you walked up to them in another form fitting dress. “ what about this?” You beam , twirling confidently in the silver silk material. It hugged your body tightly, falling just above the middle of your thighs and exposed the majority of your back.

A blush appeared on the male next to him and Hoseok swallowed - because he was pretty sure he was suppose to be admiring just how good the dress looked, not how good your ass looked in it. “ it's very beautiful noona, my favorite one so far ” Tae smiled, making your mood brighten even more. You look over to hobi for his confirmation and saw the pained look on his face.

You frown “ do you not like it? ”. You ask turning around once again. “Oh..” He took a deep breath, he was never comfortable having any attraction towards you- not when you were his best friend's wife. “ no it looks really great YN . But don’t you think we could do something else maybe?…you know?…guy friendly?” he laughed nervously, avoiding any type of eye contact with you. you look back at tae ,finally noticing the slight pink tinge that graced his features and his clamped legs.

your eyes widened a bit and you immediately caught wind of his insinuation. a blush now performing on your face and you turn rushing back into your dressing room. you take a deep breathe changing your clothes slowly, to prolong the awkward situation that was to come. you usually did this with namjoon, you would love how his eyes roamed hungrily over you- even when he didn’t think the outfit was cute. it wouldn’t have been long before you found him, sneaking his way in just to rub his hands all over you. you’d kick him out of course…

“joonie please there children in here!..” you giggled, from the feel of his lips brushing up on your ticklish neck. that sly, dimpled, smile would appear and he’d shamelessly cup your ass in the expensive material . “ Bullshit- this dressing room is completely empty” not that he cared anyway.

you missed him…

“I can’t look at you, get the hell out namjoon…!”

You winced and a sad smile left your face. Once you're done changing ,you begin making your way back over to the boys when you stop just around the corner. you could’ve sworn you heard a gasp followed by…..

“ Joon Hyung- Hi!” you hear Tae exclaim in surprise and your body instinctively glues itself to the wall separating you from them. “hey joon, long time no hear” hoseok chirped brightly along with him. you couldn’t hear a response which only lead you to believe that he must’ve called them.

“h-how….how is she?” was the only words that he could let out. He sat on the floor of his unknown housing. staring blankly at the ceiling fan as it spun around. he told himself he wouldn’t do this, it was only torture knowing that you were all by yourself and he wasn’t there.

Tae glanced up at the presumably empty hall of the fitting room.

“ she really misses you hyung-”

“When are you coming back?” Hoseok interrupts. He frowns and on the end namjoon does the same. “Soon…I think” he sighs

“ I called about YN, I can’t give you the answers for me right now ” he said Redirecting the conversation back to you. He needed to know everything happening with you , were you happy? , Were you sad?, How often did you cry? ,Did you even cry? , you were eating right? , are you still reading the newest book series he recommended you? , did you really miss him? , do you still love him? .

These questions kept running his mind over and over everyday. And yeah maybe he was being a bit over dramatic- of course you still loved him. He just didn’t know if you would ever forgive him. He never explained to you what happened , just let you get angry and kick him out. It was better that way , had you found out the reason he’s yet to come back , you’d never let him leave.

He hated whenever you two fought. It always left such an awkward space and you both were never used to it. of course you would eventually make up in your own ways, but Namjoon just didn't like it and neither did you. He could only imagine your heart break when you didn’t see him the next morning. Hoseok and Taehyung calling him and pleading for him to comfort his wife since you wouldn’t let them. The only one he briefed about the situation he’s in, was hoseok. He would have told taehyung had it not been that he would have completely broken for you and spilled everything.

His best friends voice rung in his ear, bringing him out of his thoughts “Right, cause it's wrong for your friends to be worried about you. Ok” hobi retorted and before joon could answer “ shes doing better. She's finally talking to us again. She's actually laughing? And smiling? y’know cause of me and tae... we’re okay too by the way , thanks for asking.” He finished irritation clear in his voice.

Namjoon always found it funny, how happy and upbeat the man was at all times until you really got under his skin. And right now Namjoon found himself bone deep.

“ I know you're angry hoseok, believe me I am too but I don’t know how else to go about this.” He spoke calmly , even after his friend took a more disrespectful tone with him. He couldn’t blame him, Both of them- They both cared for you and were always ready to kick the next guy’s ass who broke your heart, or anyone who tried to hurt you for that matter. Even if it meant their very own best friend and Namjoon was grateful for that.

“ how about actually telling her the truth” Tae suddenly piped up. Taking both you, joon, and hoseok by surprise.

Tae wasn’t one to talk to his hyungs out of disrespect but right now He could tell both Joon and hoseok knew something that he didn’t . Tae didn’t want to believe that. but for whatever reason he hasn’t returned home to you, was much more than him getting angry from you assuming he cheated on you.

After realizing his sudden outburst his confidence shrunk just a bit “ I- I don’t know , what the hell is going with you, but you can't keep YN in the dark for this long. She deserves to know why her husband isn't around right now” he said into the phone and looked carefully at hoseok’s shocked expression.

“Tae…” Namjoon spoke.

“ you promised her.” He paused “ You told Noona that you would never make her feel the way she felt with kai and you’re right, because whatever you're doing it's making her feel worse Hyung” he mumbled the last part, already imagining how angry Namjoon must be from from his words. But he wasn’t , in fact it only made him sadder because maybe his best friend’s were right. Although, taehyung comparing his actions with Kai’s did sting more than the blonde intended them to.

“O-okay.” He said finally said a long awaited pause. “ I’ll talk to her just please give me a little more time, until then take care of her for me” he hung up before the both of them could protest. Namjoon got up from the floor- taking one more swig of the bottled alcohol before finding his coat and making his way out of the house.

Both Tae and hoseok sat in complete disbelief. “ you’re telling me everything when we leave” tae whispered to hoseok. all he could do was pierce his lips and nod in agreement. After a couple of minutes passed by , taehyung was starting to worry about you…

“ Noona! Are you almost ready?” Tae suddenly called out , startling you. Your heart quickening and you tried to fix yourself . You stepped around the corner meeting both the happy faces of taehyung and hoseok. Although those smiles didn’t last long when they noticed the stream of hot tears running out of your bloodshot eyes.

Oh fuck.

No….

They both thought. Hoseok gave tae a side glance before looking back to you. “ everything alright YN?” He asked cautiously. No… that's what you wanted to say, but instead you nod. “ yeah” you sniffed, suddenly picking at your fingers “ just feeling drained” you lied wiping them away. Without looking at the two , your figure walked straight pass them and out of the fitting room chamber. “ lets go get some coffee huh?” You smiled and they silently but warily followed you out of the store.

How could they have lied to you?

4:23 pm

Namjoon slowly made his entrance in the small cafe. His body tensing and his mood was anything but friendly. He didn't want to be there, and he didn't want to see the woman that was currently waiting all the way in the back for him. He spotted her, a newly cut bob , a pair of black shades, and a long black coat to match. Could she be anymore obvious?

“ You’re not doing anything wrong joon” he sighs muttering to himself.

He then made his way over and stood behind the seat in front of her. She looks up at him, or so he assumed behind those shades. “ you actually came?” She spoke , voice cracking just a little. She bit her lip , watching him hesitantly sit down and mumble “ why am I here?” . He didn’t have time for this , everything that was happening he just wanted to get it over with. The faster he gets this done the faster he could finally go back to you.

The woman looks at him and saw how miserable Namjoon looked.

“Are you just going to stare or are you going to start explaining yourself?” He rose a brow. She flinched a bit from his attitude “please I asked for your help because im trying to run from that kind of treatment Namjoon” she spoke softly and he immediately felt like crap. “ …im sorry Mina…its just, being away from YN so long kind of has me in a really bad mood lately” he looked down saddened.

YN.

She was well aware of your name, it was one her monster of a husband compared her to for years. It wasn’t long after the whole scene between you four at the movies, she found her husband speaking you up more often. Before he’d never mentioned you, only ever telling her that the last girl he dated just wasn't ‘wife material’ . She didn't know he was engaged and sure as hell didn’t know it was to you.

Over the years he’d gotten , angrier , colder, meaner and soon her love for him had died underneath all that. He regretted his actions towards you ,that she could tell. There were times where she would catch him on your online profile or even attempting to contact you through text only to delete it completely and then turn to drinking. Eventually his recent actions had ended aggressively towards her when she finally confronted him about it.

She filed for divorce and was now relying on Namjoon’s help in testifying against Kai. Why Namjoon? Well that was easy. First and foremost, because Kai hated him with a passion and why wouldn’t he?

He was in his place by your side, in kai’s head Namjoon had swooped in and stole you from him. Second because Namjoon was a number one witness to how much of an asshole his old friend is. And last but not least- because he was your husband. It was really you she wanted to talk to, but namjoon would never let that happen. Although Namjoon was completely sure you are in love with him and would never leave him for your ex, the last thing he needed was for you to be caught between that marriage.

So when Mina found herself faced with Namjoon at your apartment’s front door, she was a little more than disappointed.

“ you're not going to put YN in the middle of that” Namjoon scoffed in disbelief.

“I didn't ask you now did I?” Mina protested and crossed her arms. She turned on her heel ready to leave “ I’ll just come find her another time” she said walking away and Namjoon stood thinking for a good second before he thought of another solution. you weren't getting into that, not when you’ve already come so far. “…wait!” She stopped suddenly when he yelled for her to.

She turned back around arching a brow “If you really need a witness that bad Ill help- but you won’t tell anyone what I'm doing with you, especially not YN” he says finally, but there was another untold proposition waiting. She thinks for a second “ and what is it you want in return?” She finally asks. Namjoon frowns before a wicked glint appears in his eyes.

which lead the both of them there in the diner. Mina smiled at him sweetly, slightly adoring his devotion towards you. “ YN was smart falling in love with you over kai” she said softly.

“ she really dodged a bullet I can say that.” She sighs.

“... I didn’t really give her much of a choice” he chuckles and so does she,but bitterly. she then reaches for her glasses, taking them off.

Namjoon felt sorrow the second he saw the purple bruised flesh of her eye. “ You're a sweet girl Mina- you didn’t deserve how he treated you” he said quietly.

She just looks at him, swallowing all the anger and sadness she had inside “ isn't it funny?…I'm sure when YN saw us together, she probably wanted nothing but to rip my head off. Strange that at some point I wanted to do the same” she confessed tears brimming her eyes. namjoon however tensed a bit from words, his fists clenching and back stiffening. was she saying shes a threat to you?

Mina noticed and raised her hands up slightly “ listen ...yes at some point through my marriage . I wanted to hurt her. I wanted YN to disappear -to make him forget the girl that ‘broke his heart’… but it took me awhile to get that she wasn't the reason my marriage fell apart. My husband was.” A tear slipped out her eye and down her face.

Namjoon nodded understanding her pain. He knew what it felt like to love someone while their mind was filled with another. It's almost like what he went through with you over kai. He looked down at her fidgeting fingers, noticing that her ring was completely gone now. Oh how he hoped you would never do the same.

You.

that's what his mind kept going back to, even while he was talking to her. So Joon couldn’t help but ask what he’d come to hear this whole time “ Mina, please tell me ..did you-“

“Win?” She finished for him with a straight face and he gulped. “…yes, I did” she smiled brightly. the man had visibly sagged back in relief before standing up and hugging the girl so hard he nearly knocked her and her chair over.

She won!…which meant joon didn’t have to hide ...which meant he gets to see you-

“Joonie?”

5:12 pm

Maybe it was the way your body was visibly stiffened as you walk, maybe it was your fists being clutched tightly at your side, or maybe it was that you hadn't uttered a single word to the boys after leaving the store.

yup you were mad.

Although strangely you stayed calm and both tae and hoseok could tell it was just a matter of time before you exploded. all of you walked down the side of the streets when they finally decided to say something.

“ she heard us- you know she did” tae whispered low so that only hoseok could hear. Hoseok looked to the front of them watching your figure strut slow but passionately. “ you think I can’t see that Taehyung? You think im not currently pissing my pants for when shes going to go off on us?” Hoseok nearly exclaimed.

“The woman suggested to get coffee tae….she hates coffee-yah! ” he yelped, heart beating even faster once he notices you stop abruptly, you spoke with a dangerously low voice and your back turned to them “ you know it's one thing for you to notice im angry, it’s another for you to talk about it behind my back ``. both Tae and hoseok , brace themselves for what was about to come.

“ why? why didn’t you tell me you could get in contact with him?” you then asked.

hoseok started “ YN, he didn’t want us to tell you-”

“he? , what about me?… what about my feelings in this?. why did no one think I needed to know where the love of my life is hiding - or what he’s up to?” you turn towards them. rage like fire burning within your eyes as you go off “ Maybe I was right not to trust you two!… maybe I should have shut you out like I did before. I was so stupid to think you would understand me, that you would help me!” you finished yelling , while the two stood there letting you lay into them shamefully.

“ noona-”

you meet Tae with a stern look, giving him warning. for once he actually rolled his eyes towards you, which riddled you shocked “ YN, I know you’re mad- but you’re being unreasonable! that phone call was the first I received from Joon hyung since he left. I don't know anything happening with him or what he’s up to. I can be here for you , protecting you and trying to cheer you up but its not my job to fix the problem between you and him.” he sighed wearily.

hoseok nodded in agreement before stepping towards you and pulling you into a big hug. “ we love you YN, but you’ve got to understand that were just two bystanders, here to support Namjoon and you. if we didn’t understand , me and tae wouldn’t be taking turns staying over, making sure that you eat, or at least that you have someone around. we want to help, but we can’t do that if you don't trust us” he pulled back to see the same teary eyed YN he’d been used to seeing lately.

“So im overreacting? Is that what you're saying?” You ask in a small voice and not meeting hoseok’s eyes.

It was tae ‘s turn to step to you “ no , you have the right to be mad YN, maybe we’re just not the ones you should be angry at…” he commented. Hoseok looked at him, his eyes wide as ever. He couldn't tell what the hell hadn’t gotten into Taehyung lately. But in the meantime he did calm the situation.

After all that , the three of you had ditched the idea of coffee and decided to get you some ice-cream. You were making your way down the sidewalk when you glanced inside one of the shops you were passing. Your body halts and all the breath in your lungs had suddenly left you paralyzed.

Taehyung, not looking, had collided into you, while hoseok had only made a few more steps before noticing your state. “YN everything alright-?” Hoseok asked you, but you didn’t hear him. Everything was in slow motion and you turned making your way inside of the tiny cafe.

The sound of a screeching chair and the tall figure that was only mere feet away from you , is the only thing you could find yourself focusing on. You looked at him and realized how right Tae was, they weren’t who you were angry at. It was a married man in a cafe, hugging the same woman you’d caught him sneaking with a couple nights ago.

He looked- happy.Excited even. No doubt the woman was just telling him something he wanted to hear. His breathing was heavy and your heart sank when his dimpled smile disappeared the moment he noticed you behind him.

“Joonie?”

“Oh. Fuck” he clearly commented, mostly to himself before jumping away from the woman like she was fire. You scoff in hurt and take a step back as he tried to step toward you “ YN? ….what are you-?.. baby I promise you this isn’t what it looks like”.

“ don't bother promising anything when you can't keep them Namjoon” you spat immediately and He winced from hearing his full name come out your mouth.

No , he only liked when you called him Joonie.

You shake your head in disbelief, eyes landing back on the girl who now looked oddly familiar…

They widen and you can't help but look back to joon - tears immediately crashing down your face “ oh…you’ve got to be joking….” You say low at first, but when you reach closer to the similar details of her face- irony had smacked you right in yours.

“ ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS NAMJOON? MINA?!?” You yelled before clenching your teeth. you started towards him hands tightened when both boys grabbed your arms.

“YN STOP!”

“Noona please!”

tae and hoseok tried to calm you, they tried to bring you back down before you did something you’d regret. You shrugged the two boys off of you “both of you shut the hell up!” You sneered while speed walking over to your ‘husband’ .

Namjoon saw this and held up his hands in surrender to you “YN, listen to me-”

You were so angry you saw red and you weren’t thinking clearly. It was too late before you realized and you couldn't stop your right hand from connecting with Namjoon’s cheek. A loud smack rang throughout the coffee shop, causing everyone around to go silent.

“My ex-fiancee wasn’t enough , so you went after my husband?” You glared at her. You couldn’t believe you ever felt bad for her. Mina shrinks back from you a bit but her stare goes right back to the man in front of you.

Namjoon-stunned from the sudden assault looked back up at you for what felt like 10 regretful minutes. You’ve never put your hands on him.ever. Neither had he to you. So it didn’t shock you when you saw that his eyes began to water just a bit. What did shock you however was the cold look that took its place immediately.

Oh my god, what have you done? You thought to yourself. Your hands were suddenly shaky and you found yourself rambling on with excuses “Joon ...I-I…Im so sorry- I was just so angry!. I mean how could you choose her over me? After everything you knew I went through? Was I really not enough for you?…I could’ve been better ...you should have told me.” Your voice shook with every word and every sentence had only made Namjoon angrier.

God if you thought you were angry -it was nothing compared to how namjoon felt. He was livid, but he wasn’t going to show it here. No Namjoon wasn’t going to make more of a scene you had already caused.

So he didn’t. Instead he turned around to Mina, with a stoic expression plastered on his face. Mina herself gulped, because the last time she’d seen him so worked up he’d ended up Kicking her husband’s ass with only a few punches. Something even told her that not even you haven't seen your own husband as angry he is.

“I think our business here is done. I'm sorry you went through that, glad to help as much as I could.” He said to her through a emotionless voice.

Mina nodded, flashing a quick smile to him before landing her gaze back to you. You frowned and it only deepened when her stare turned icy, matching yours when joon turned away from her. She could only envy how lucky you were to have a man as amazing as him.

“Hoseok…Tae…” Namjoon called breaking both of their trances. They simultaneously answer him ‘yes’, avoiding any eye contact with you. “ you guys can head home” he starts and you flinch when his arm wraps gently around your waist to walk the both of you out of the cafe.

“I can handle it from here”

7:46 pm

“I can handle it from here”

Joon smiled down at you who was struggling to lock the store’s back door. You were in the middle of a mini-mental breakdown, when your husband appeared from upstairs and offered to take over. “ Joonie!” you greeted before blushing . “ I uh…couldn't get the door to close” you let out a nervous laugh and stepped back leaving a space for him to come between.

“ you have me come lock this for you all the time- I don't know how you still get nervous to ask” he chuckled before bracing his hands on one of the handles. His arms stiffened, pushing forward while pressuring the door inwards. He lifts it up just a bit and “ Ta-Da!….once again” Joon forces the door in place. “My big strong hero” you beam standing up on your toes, pecking the cute dimple on his cheek and then his lips.

The memory plays in your mind when you realize you weren’t in your bookstore and that that had been the last time a good moment happened between you two. instead you were currently seated in Namjoon’s car driving right past the very place. The silence wasn’t awkward, though it was anything but comfortable. Every now and then you would glance Over to your husband to find him glaring permanently down the road. His hands wrapped tightly around his steering wheel when he makes a left down an unfamiliar road.

You frown ,looking out your side to see stores and homes you’ve never passed before. You then look back over to your husband “ this isn’t our way home…” you say but each word got weak the moment his hard eyes looked your way. You swallowed, your stomach turning from the multiple emotions of your husband’s attitude. You cross your legs and suddenly your fingers looking very interesting. Okay now the silence was awkward and uncomfortable.

“Not going home” he muttered “ If we go home , those two will come bother us” . He then glanced at you eyes no longer livid but there was definitely another intimidating emotion within them “ I don’t want anyone interrupting us”

“Where are you taking me namjoon?” You asked nervously. You just couldn’t help it, normally you’d follow him anywhere -no hesitation and no questions. Albeit that was when you had trust for him and he was never this angry with you.

Namjoon himself , noticed this. he was used to whisking you off somewhere, always surprising you with little romantic dates or just small getaways and You’d sit peacefully beside him, smiling like crazy because you knew exactly what kind of evening was in store. But now you were timid , shrinking back the second he even looked your way. He doesn’t answer you, refusing to talk to you anymore than he already did and for the umpteenth time that evening your heart sunk in your chest.

Eventually, he pulls up to a new location and you do as he does, getting out of the car. You then follow him up a driveway and through a path of a comfortable white house. It wasn’t small but it also wasn't too big -a whole family could definitely live in it.

“Joon who’s house is this?” You ask ,stopping suddenly in your tracks. You’ve never seen or heard of this house before, but it was beautiful. You hadn’t even walked inside and you immediately fell in love with it. namjoon takes out his keys to open the door, ignoring your question. He unlocks it , standing aside patiently, in which you assumed it was for you to go in.

Its dark. All the lights were off you very faintly make out all the objects that was probably making up the living area. You noticed the picture sitting at a table near the big white couch on your left. You aim for it, Hands picking it up so gently and that's when the lights come on.

You gasp.

“Do you like it?” You suddenly hear your husband’s voice. You turn to him behind you , he stood leaning back on the door ,arms crossed, eyes not longer cold but warily hopeful.

“I-“ you look back down to the picture of you and him on your wedding day. It was you gazing up loving at him in your white wedding dress, while one of his hands cupped your cheek ready to kiss his bride. Your eyes began to water…

“I don’t know what's happening, why is our picture here?” You looked at him confused. What was he trying to do?

“4 years ago today, I told you how deeply in love I am with you ...how perfect you are for me. I promised you that I would never make you feel like you weren’t enough….it seems I somehow managed to break that” he bites his lip “ YN despite everything thats happened, I don't feel any different and I never did. You're still perfect to me… I didn’t cheat on you.”

Namjoon walks up to you but slowly “ this house is for us. I bought it about a year ago, these past few weeks I was here getting it furnished, but it's not the only reason I was gone” he finally reaches you grabbing both your hands in his and you hesitate a bit. He breathes “ Mina and Kai are divorced…a few weeks ago she came to ask you for help. You weren’t home so I told her no for you. Instead I took your place”

He saw you getting ready to protest but quickly explains his reason “ I didn’t want you in the middle of that. I don’t know if you remember but you were the one that was affected most by their marriage. I didn’t want all those years of you rebuilding yourself to go to waste if you got involved. So in return, I asked for her to help with the house - our house. Also…I just -I guess a little part of me was scared you’d pounce on the chance of kai being single again.”

And with that ,You rip hands away immediately “pounce on him?, namjoon why would I leave the perfect guy for the exact opposite?” You wanted to yell at him. You just couldn't understand how he could still feel like you would choose someone like kai over him. He looked down and for a good second he looked like he wanted to cry again. Your animosity towards him began to die down when he utters his next words.

“Im sorry but im not perfect YN- look what I did to you, I made you so sad that you don't trust me anymore, I made you so angry y-you actually hit me.” He said so low but you heard loud enough as if he yelled it. You shake your head ,regret and a lot of guilt flowing through you.

He blamed himself …for your ignorance.

“I shouldn’t have done that - no matter how angry I was - joonie I shouldn’t have hit you.” You walk up to him wrapping your arms around his waist while he stood still in your embrace, your head resting comfortably on his chest and you could hear how fast his heart was beating. Still just for you…

“I am so ...so sorry namjoon. I don't care if you cheat on me with 5 girls. I will never put my hands on you again. I was wrong, not you” your emotions poured out of you and you hoped he would forgive you.

“We were both wrong” he concluded, engulfing you in an even bigger hug than you were giving him. “And we’re both not perfect” you retorted. The both of you stood there, embracing long awaited warmth of each other.

“How long has it been since I’ve held you in my arms like this?” He mumbles with his cheek pressed to the top of your head.

“Too long…” you reply bitterly before looking up to his eyes. There is a slight pause just before his lips touch down gently to yours in a sweet kiss. At first there is no tongue, no aggressiveness- just a slow passion of finally having you all to himself again. When he feels you relax into him, he then deepens the kiss. hugging you tighter and letting out a long groan of satisfaction.

After nearly five minutes of making out , he pulls away from you, breathing heavily and leaving you in a euphoric daze. “ I want to start a family….” he huffs out and you snap back into reality immediately.

“W-what?” You swallow.

“ this house…I didn’t just get it because I wanted it for you and me YN. I.. wanted it for us and our kids” he looks around the room roaming over the cream colored walls and then back you.

The smile on his face then falters and you guessed it was because your’s was emotionless.

“YN? …babe please say something-“ he tries but you stop him.

“ no, no - just give me a second” you swallow once again to let your brain process everything this man was telling you. He bought this house for you, you and him, your family. A loving warmth grows in your heart when you remember the words he said to you 4 years ago.

“I can give you everything, if you let me”

“So let me get this straight. “ you started “You didn’t cheat on me, you bought this house, and you want little copies of us” you motioned between the two of you “-two adult fuck up-running around said house?” You nearly squeaked.

“Oh my god , you’re serious?” You say incredulously with a wry smile etched into your face.

Namjoon bites back his. “ im serious about everything I say when it comes to you YN” his hands fell on your hips and he pulls you closer, letting you feel just how serious he was.

And boy was he.

Your thighs instantly clamp together. Just the thought of him getting hard from the idea of you having his kids , makes you yourself wet. “So..when did you want to start?” You lick your lips , mouth suddenly feeling dry. The loving gaze he’d once had set on you turning into a dark one.

he leans in, making your faces only inches apart “Oh you know , anytime you want really. It could be next week…..tomorrow-” he pecks your lips , nipping at the bottom one before tugging on it between his own “right now” he says huskily, already backing up into what you assume was the white couch.

He falls back bringing you with him and you yelp before giggling in surprise. It doesn’t last long when he lifts your lips to his in heated kiss. You crawl up on him , straddling him so that your clothed heat pushes against his erection. He moans softly , already tugging on the bands of your pants impatiently.

You pulled back , reaching for his shirt and he sits up slightly to pull it over his head. Namjoon then falls back down running his hands up your thighs and finally reaching your shirt to do the same and then your bra. He brings you back into him , attacking you with his mouth, leading slowly down your neck. He stops just above where your shoulder connects and nearly pouts that the last mark has disappeared. Oh well he could change that…

He kisses the spot but only to suck on it hard , releasing a satisfied moan from you. “Joonie…” you breathed loudly, your hands run through his hair when his head dips lower repeating the same process down the valley of your breasts. The grip he has on your ass tightens and he didn’t think he could wait much longer.

Namjoon stands, his hands flying for the button of your jeans and you let him tug them gently down your legs along with your underwear. He pecks your inner thigh and you watch him breathless when he rises to undo his own. No matter how many times you had been together you always find yourself mesmerized whenever your husband’s thick length springs free from his briefs.

His body crashes into yours and before you could process what was happening - he’d already had you pinned down into the couch with him on top of you “ wait right here? On this couch?” You paused heart beating faster than before when it dawned on you just exactly where you and namjoon were about to try for a baby. “YN, its our house I can fuck you wherever I want” he chuckles but underneath his humor, you see how uncomfortably ready he was to continue.

He hadnt had sex in weeks so the last thing he needed was you asking him questions about your actions in a new area. “You sure the owner won't be mad at us?” You teased him , lifting your hips just a bit to nudge yourself on him. He exhales dipping his hips for more pressure “he insists” he says finally.

“ okay” you whisper before parting your thighs wider for him . He braces one hand by your head , kissing you slowly while his cock begins to slide into you the same. He stretches you, filling your pussy all the way even surpassing your g spot and your back arches “y-yes, god yes!” you cry out in pleasure while his hips pull back before snapping harshly into you. He repeats this multiple times , pulling out all the way before fucking deep into you with one swift motion. Each stroke gave you so much pleasure and each one taking your breath away.

This was when you realized he was making love to you. Taking his time to show you just how much he missed you .“ I promise I’ll never stay away that long again baby- fuuck- you feel even better than before” he praises you , landing another powerful thrust and you head flys back. “Angh….joon…angh deeper please!” you begged him , hips bucking to his trying to coax him into going a bit fast . But he doesn't - he continues to take slow controlled thrusts- even lifting your left leg during the process.

This goes on for a while and you could feel your release ready to hit you any moment. Namjoon could tell you were close and so was he. He swirled his hips stroking just a bit faster to feel your legs begin to shake and your tight walls clamp around him. “ Joon -oh …faster!” You writhed under him needing the friction.

“ fuck me faster please -im so close…..so so close!” Your head shoots for the crook of his neck when the familiar sweet burn erupts from pit of your core and fires all over your body. It shakes you and you buck uncontrollably while your eyes roll back in pleasure. Your nails digging deep into his shoulder blades and namjoon thrusts a few more times before his equally as powerful release shoots into you at an alarming rate.

“Fuck YN !, fuck baby I love you so much” he breathes, finally collapsing on top of you from the most intense orgasms you’d ever had. He slips out of you and you whimper “I love you too joonie”

he stays resting between your legs. It feels like hours go by with the both you lying peacefully still and exhausted by each other. Namjoon’s head lays comfortably on your bare chest when he speaks “ if we have a girl…I hope she looks just like you” he mumbled. You smile and you heart flutters the man’s words . You thought if you had a son you did want him to just take his father’s looks.

“ If we have a boy…I hope he’s just as perfect as you”

[leanarg]

((Warning!: I might have let my imagination run a little too freely haha but I think it’s not so bad... Hope you enjoy reading it and then please forget about it ;P  Thanks! <3 [5.4K] ))

Practice Challenge Sense of duty

Everything was gray. Everything always is at this hour of the day. Dozens of messy draft notes on my desk waiting to be finished, but I knew if I turned even for a second I could miss this.

I stared into the rising sun in the distance, it looks as if an enormous golden eye was spying on us. It’s rays somehow starting to paint the sky of soothing lavender and brilliant amber colors that reflected on every building tall enough to escape the shadows; fortunately, The Globe building qualified among them.

It’s not like I owned the building or anything but just being able to work here has always -since last year- made me feel a sort of pride, and looking out at the city at dawn while the strong smell of coffee flooded the entire office, has become a special habit of mine to reinforce that feeling.

While traffic sounds managed to filter from outside through the thick, fancy glass of the building I’ve always found it hard to fight the childish impulse to try to spot any delivery truck among all the vehicles that look so small from up here. Our bulldog edition was printed and sold to the distributors the previous night to be out first thing in the morning and by now the Daily should be already in the stands, stores, and even at the front doors of our subscribers for them to know what’s going on in this and other countries. Like a window to the world. It makes the long process worthwhile.

That’s right, physic solid newspapers. I sighed. What I wouldn’t do to see my name printed on a broadsheet, under the tailpiece of a “hard news” story and announced on the first-page headline. That’s the dream, The goal.

But surprisingly, in that particular moment, all those thoughts were replaced by something else.

Herson Grant, editor in chief of The Globe - or like I call him, dad -summoned us to give us “off the record” information. We got the news we all, in some way, knew they were coming. Illèa’s prince had reached the age required to have a selection and since his scandalous engagement brake off last year, the country was expectant. There hadn’t been an official announcement yet, but as press, we had our sources.

We were told to be prepared for the changes this big event would signify for the newspaper. Of course, as soon as the selection starts, or even before, the complete broadsheets will be covered by it. From “Business” to “Society” and of course “Politics”.

The Selection was important for every Illéa citizen in one way or another, that was made clear years ago by the general shock caused by the news of Queen Anjali canceling hers. I remembered reading about it on some old newspaper editions. The country was divided; some, supported her demonstration of independence and capacity to make decisions even against what's expected, and others organized strikes to show their discontent.

I thought Her Majesty’s decision might have some selfishness in it, considering a lot of people were affected by it, but when it comes to putting duty and love on the same scale…  

Is choosing love selfish?

I wasn’t the most capable person to answer that question, considering that every guy I’d dated in college had ended up in horrible disappointments.

“You definitely have a thing for jerks, Lea” Liv said to me once before suggesting I should date the guys I would never even consider dating, as a solution, but honestly I preferred to focus on my career and all the things I wanted to achieve professionally.

That way the only one who could disappoint me is myself. And I wasn’t going to let that happen.

The news of the upcoming event was circling my head, causing uncertainty and anticipation feelings inside. As an entertainment reporter and writer on the digital platform of The Globe, this whole thing was going to give me a lot of work to do. The public would want to know everything. And I would have to know about dresses, sponsors, twos applying, twos not applying and

If I listen carefully I will be able to hear the crashing sound of all those famous relationships breaking. I laughed for myself.

I might have been joking about it, but my brain was already listing the prospects and the interviews I would have to schedule in the next few weeks. But, my mind went even further this time, I caught it considering an application. I wouldn’t have to write about gossips and chatter but most of all, the idea of taking part in one of the most important events of our time suddenly sounded incredibly appealing.  

All the lives, all the stories. The real stories.

My curiosity was taking control.

“Leana.” I recognized the annoyed voice behind me, interrupting my thoughts.

“Yes, Rita.” I turned, her exasperated face didn’t surprise me.

Rita was my editor, one of the several ones around here, she was in charge of the digital side of The Global, more specifically the “socials” department. She was a non-natural blond, middle-aged woman, and not very fond of me.

“Just came from the upper floor, the boss wants to see you.”

I smiled on the inside. Her common ways with me used to be unsettling a year ago but with time they had become somehow amusing for me. “Can I just mention, that new tone of yellow on your hair... compliments your skin tone?” I said, keeping the overdue polite tone, but always careful of not giving any hint of sarcasm.

She had a slight moment of content on her face but then she switched for a glare. “Didn’t you hear me?”

I snickered, I had an appointment for an interview and no time to get on further with the teasing.  “I do, but…” I frowned and stopped to check my watch, my eyes widened at the hour. My father was always aware of my exact work schedule, so it didn’t make sense he was sending for me when he knew I wasn’t even supposed to be here anymore.

I started, more to myself than to her. “That’s strange, my dad knew-”

“No, girl, I’m talking about the real boss.” She interrupted me with an amused expression. Of course, she had intentionally hidden that little detail to mock me.

I wonder how she knew I wasn’t going to tell my father about her using the words “real boss” in that sentence. He would definitely take it as a disrespect to the position he had earned with years of work. Though some might think it wasn’t that hard for him.

During his time as a reporter, he had given Maxwell Loyd, - the head chief, and owner of the editorial-, a lot of profits with his excellent nose for scandals and exclusives.

Unlike me, my father used to have his vocation among the showbiz world. He’d got a certain charm, the eloquence to talk and enchant people, so the celebrities used to spill the whole tea about their personal lives and relationships to him, just like that. Probably that same irresistible charm was what made my mom fall for him.

I know, more than a charm sounds like a superpower.  

 Anyhow, I didn’t think the later discredited his achievements. I liked to think I have inherited some of it, but the society and entertainment world were not the kind of journalism I’d dreamt to do and I wasn’t planning to keep doing it.

“Coffee?” Mr. Loyd offered with serious countenance. I had been sitting in front of his desk for almost 5 minutes and he hadn’t said anything. He was just walking around his office moving papers from one place to another, then plugging his laptop and doing what seemed to be his daily routine in his incredibly fancy office. Meanwhile I was following him with my eyes, as if by staring, I could somehow make the words burst out. I cleaned my throat before, “I appreciate your offer, Sir… I wonder if you had considered my request?” I asked, daring to guess this whole thing was about the proposal I had sent days ago attached to several reports of stories I had been investigating. They were not finished, but I knew that with the support of the editorial office, more specifically,  its resources I could find the missing pieces and they would be ready to publish. On paper. Because they were worthy of it. He leaned forward supporting both of his arms on his desk and I could swear I saw a little smirk on his face. “I have read it, Miss Grant, but you are here because the selection is almost here and as a writer of entertainment on the digital platform I wanted to know about your plans to cover everything related to it. Of course he did.

My shoulders slumped and I bet my face showed all my disappointment. “Well, I already have a list of the twos that I think would be participating …” He reclined on his comfortable chair, pensative. “I was thinking about more original content.” Before I could answer anything he added, “have you considered applying?” “Excuse me?” Was he suggesting what I think he was suggesting?

“I mean, as a young Illéan citizen it’s only natural that you want to give it a shot.” He shrugged innocently. “I just wanted to know how many people I can count on, during that time.” The suggestive tone hadn’t left his voice. “Even to know when to schedule a meeting to talk about your interesting proposal.” So that’s where his smirk came from. I swallowed my surprise and played along. “The idea crossed my mind when we were informed this morning, but I have projects here that I’m not sure I would want to put on hold. So, nothing is decided.” I gave him what I hoped was a short relaxed smile. “Miss Grant, you are quite a smart girl.” He sighed. “I rely on your discretion about this.” It wasn’t even a question. He left from his seat and I followed him to the door. “One thing, I had an appointment to interview Gerald Ross, I was supposed to be there now.” I checked my clock again. “Don’t worry about it, I sent someone to replace you.” With a short nod he closed the door behind me.

I stayed there for some seconds, taking everything in. This floor had a stronger smell of coffee, surely it was from a better quality.

I didn’t know what to feel. Should I’ve been feeling angry? Insulted? Then why was I considering it?

No! I was already doing that before this conversation happened. I thought, trying to reassure myself and to bury my ambition.

I looked around coming to my senses, everyone was focused on work, the sound of their fingers typing on the keyboards resounded on this floor level as they did on all the others, luckily no one had seen me there, standing like an idiot. Except for...

My eyes spotted my dad walking towards me, with a smile in his eyes.

“Miss Grant, I was informed you were in a meeting. Is there a problem?”

My father and I had a strange strategy to keep the professional talk during our work hours and the father and daughter moments at home, but honestly we almost never succeeded.

“I rely on your discretion about this” I remembered the boss’ words.

“Uh, yeah-no… It was about a proposal I sent Mr. Loyd” I chose to answer, doing too many hand gestures. I always have always hated that horrible habit of mine. I looked up at my dad and I noticed the unmistakable guilt all over his face. I frowned, as my brain connected the dots. “You have been talking with him about my proposal, didn’t you?” “Miss Grant...” He said with a warning glare. He didn’t want to do this now, not in front of his subordinates. I didn’t want to make a scene either, I had a professional reputation to maintain too, and almost everyone in the building already thought I had gotten my job only because of my father’s position.

I’ve had to live my life proving myself to them, to my exes, to my boss and even to my dad.

I clenched my jaw. “I should have known it.” My words were full of anger but I kept the steady tone. My father and I had a beautiful relationship, we understood each other, we supported each other, except that he had never wanted me to change the entertainment journalism for the hard news. And I just had found out that he not only didn’t support my dream but he probably had prevented it from happening. And maybe this wasn’t the first time, I had sent letters and requests to the boss more than once. He remained silent, but his expression was almost apologetic.  

“I have work to do.” I said after calling the lift.

Back in my workplace, the sky at the other side of the glass had lost its colorful tones to show a light tone of blue. I could sense a headache coming, but the dress wrapped in plastic and delivered to my desk was a reminder that I didn’t have the time to be miserable. My mother had helped me to choose it the previous day and we asked the store to send it here today. The thought of my mother made me want to call her and vent about all the thoughts that were  bothering me, Virginia Grant was the only mediator that had always been able to fix any argument between me and my dad.

“How could you marry him?... I mean, you were a two!” I asked her one day.

She smiled. She knew I didn’t mean it. It was one of those exasperating times when you can only remember the negative things about a person, and even make a long list of them. Of course my mother had a list on her own, but hers was completely opposite from mine. She loved my dad but based on my experiences, that kind of love was something I was far to understand.

The call would have been a delay as well, so I picked the dress, my backpack and headed to the bathroom to get ready.

The dress was black and long, without my high heels its border would sweep the floor. Elegant enough to make me feel pretty but somehow simple and comfortable with hidden pockets at its sides for my pen and journal. Ideal to go around covering an event from the red carpet until the last two would leave the party.

For a moment I wished I was the kind of girl that brightens with a nice outfit, but I had a lot to think about and a headache, with nothing but my professionalism to hold on to.

I checked my reflection on the mirror a couple of times before a couple of ’dings' on my cell phone announcing a message.

“YEAH YEAH YOU LOOK DECENT, LET’S GOOO!”

I walked outside to the busy city, the honking of cars and the strolling people; just an ordinary day. The sun rays and clear sky forced me to squint and narrow my eyes, but even then I could easily spot Harris' wild long curls tied on a small ponytail back at his neck. He was facing the street, but looking down at his camera screen, probably getting it ready for the upcoming red carpet.

Photographers gadgets is probably the only topic I avoided asking about since that one time I dared to inquire about camera settings. He gave me a complete lecture about all the tools that could be used to fix the light before taking a picture, and I ended up more clueless than before. 

“Wow!... no one can ruin a nice dress like you do, boss”  He said when he turned around. 

 I rolled my eyes “Says the boy with the twisted bowtie” We had to speak up so our voices didn’t get lost among the noise surrounding us, but beside that, my tone sounded more harsh than intended. 

Harris and I had been working together since we both entered The Globe editorial office. He was assigned to be my assistant photographer, and he was a great one. We made a good team at the beginning and after a year I would say we had become good friends. He’s always mocking about how everyone hates me for my last name and I mock him for ...being him. 

He let his camera hang from his neck and fidgeted with his bowtie trying to fix it. “Hmm… I guess the meeting didn’t go well”

I turned my head almost too quickly at his remark. “Which meeting?” “You all reporters had a meeting this morning, right? You texted me about it.” He frowned, I wasn’t sure if it was because he had noticed something was going on or because he was giving up on making his bowtie look presentable. 

“Oh, yes that one. It was to-” I massaged my forehead slightly “to confirm Prince Arin is sending application letters before long, so the selection will happen” 

He shrugged. “I already see all the extra work complaints coming” he said sarcastically. 

He knew I was always working on not assigned notes and sometimes I dared to drag him into helping me, even when that was not included on his paycheck. 

But right now he had no idea what he was talking about and I couldn’t tell him; even if I could, he would have started to ask questions I wouldn’t have been able to answer. Besides, I hadn't made my decision yet. I scoffed a laugh. “Come on, let’s find the Vespa before we both lose our jobs for being late to the PET gala.” “Well, my charm would have to do.” He shrugged looking down at his still twisted bowtie. “It won’t.”

When we arrived at the old Festerman mansion the place was already bursting with energy. The large carpet was placed across the garden and part of the street. The celebrities hadn’t arrived yet and the fanatics were being held somewhere waiting for the time they could access their special place closer to their idols, even when it was too early we could listen to their cheering screams from time to time which I guess were more for them to bear the waiting than to anyone else.

Cast, crew and the carpet runners were coming and going from one place to another taking care of last details and keeping the order among the press people; always being careful not to step on the soft fabric on the floor, otherwise it’s bright striking red tone would turn into crimson before the guests’ arrival.

The media pen was already open so after parking my yellow Vespa we quicken our step towards our designed slot. Along my first year as a reporter I had to make important acquaintances and no matter what other people could say the most important ones are not the celebrities but the backstage people, the ones that could be invisible for the majority and essential at the same time. 

“Tom!” I shouted and waved when I spotted the red carpet runner. He was in charge of supervising the press on several red carpet events. 

We’d met once at the Angeles movie awards, he blocked my way when I wanted to get close to Serena Davis but I took an expensive pin off my hair and convinced him she had dropped it and she would want it back. It was one of those times I felt even more thankful for my grandmother’s fancy presents. Of course he got mad when he saw me doing an interview almost in the middle of the carpet but his attitude changed as soon as I started to interview him to do a behind the scenes article.

Actually, it turned out to be a success.

“The new guys!” He greeted us. “Who do you want me to send your way this time?” hHe asked. Our colleagues at our sides, stopped arranging their things for a moment and gave us a glance, we pretended we didn’t notice. “Umm, Angelina Brown, Meryl Miller, Brady Tylor… I think Lin Yang has some drama going on right now and the Lane-Cadwell couple would be great, if you can He let out a long whistle. “The couple would be hard but I will see what I can do.” He fixed his eyes on Harris' neck and pointed. “Your bowtie is all … wrong.”

“Harder than Estelle Dawson?” Harris asked with a smirk, leaning on the structure that was keeping us at the edge of the carpet ignoring completely Tom’s observation. 

“Don’t be ridiculous.” I scolded. It was not that my grandmother was hard to reach as the celebrity that she was but she would never, under any circumstances, get close to me while I’m on duty. 

She still hated my father for stealing her daughter and resented my mother for marrying a three, but she seemed to be fond of me and my baby brother. At least that’s what I felt when she made us visit her at her home. She used to send the limo just for the two of us. Tom looked confused at our talk so he just excused himself and left to continue with his chores. 

“Light test!” Harris let out suddenly. He always used to say that when he needed me to turn to the camera to take me a picture, it helped him to prove if it was set correctly according to the lights in the place. I tried to smile a little for it. 

“So, I need an update... and the plan,” he continued casually, while he took a look at my recently taken picture. 

Harris and I were sent to cover the PET event, interviewing the celebrities and updating the people live on the newspaper's new blog. I asked him to capture a moment or person with his camera and sent it to my cell phone then I posted it with a caption and the people enjoyed the content from the comfort of their houses. It wasn’t so bad, but I had other motives. 

The host of the massive PET event, Lanna Winster was a splendid, exotic retired actress; lovely to the public eyes; generous. She had the enough power, connections and money to organize this traditional gala to raise money for the animal shelter Paw-Prints animal shelter. Of course, her friends and celebrities adore, and support her. When you googled her name you could find an infinite amount of pictures of her posing with all kinds of lovely animals. 

We had the honor to meet her for a short interview a few months ago at one of her luxurious mansions for the newspaper’s blog. Not even at the most prestigious hotel we were treated that well. Harris was desperate to come back for a second interview someday. For me, she was only a wealthy woman doing some good with her loose change. 

My real job started when rumors started circulating around the office. An  anonymous source had seen talking with the main organizer of some sort of hunting convention. Everyone was shocked with the news but in absence of evidence we couldn’t make anything public. I spend a lot of time searching documents, watching her old interviews, and reading information on antique papers. I even swallowed my disgust and tried to apply for the hunting convention myself, but applications were closed until next year. 

Who would think that murderers were that organized?

I didn’t have anything, until a few weeks ago The Globe received a press invitation for the PET gala, we were informed it had been moved to the old Festerman mansion, which seemed very unusual. 

National events with that level of importance always took place in Angeles; and the old mansion was… very old and until she decided to make small repairs “just for the event”, it had been pretty much forgotten. 

As soon as I knew this, I made some visits to the Festerman mansion, the first time I wanted to get inside, but someone had posted a guard on the entrance, I also spotted security cameras around the property. 

The rest of the time was just there to have some nice chats during my lunch breaks. The guard was just a few years older than me, basic humor and didn’t seem amused with his job. And I was supposed to be some neighbor on my way home stopping to say hi three days in a row. By Friday I already had what I was looking for. A name. 

“... just… I think you should send a complaint note or something” I said lifting a shoulder. “Hard workers have some rights and you should be allowed to get out for a drink or something during the day, I mean besides the lunch break that you have to take in here.” I made a grimace for emphasis. He laughed a little and after some seconds he said, “I don’t think Miss Jean would mind if I-” I recognized the name as soon as I heard it, I had it written on my journal. She was Lanna’s maid. I checked my watch before he could even finish his sentence, “I’m so sorry, I’m running late, but I really think a complaint note could work.” Harris didn’t know the last part of the story so when I finished he was amused. “I can’t believe he fell for that one!” “Yeah, that’s not the important part of the story, Harris” I said. My mood was a bit better after telling him the whole story so I didn’t mind his teasing. He never seemed interested in my clandestine work, but for some reason he was always willing to help. 

This was the closest I’d ever been to have a complete story worthy of the front page of a newspaper. Loyd would have another option but publish it and I wouldn’t have to apply for the selection.

At least not under his terms.

As the light and warmth of the day ebbed, the bright light of the big reflectors filled the place, the red carpet went on as usual. 

The celebrities paraded along the garden matching their fashionable expensive dresses with their pets. We saw dogs, cats, rabbits, even horses -which had to remain parked outside- The carpet had to be cleaned more than once during the night, but the staff seemed to be well aware of that since the beginning. The afternoon passed between flashes, short interviews and fans alternating between shouting names and expressing “awwe’s” at the sight of their favorite people and their cute companions. 

I got almost all the interviews I wanted and Harris captured all the relevant moments, but the event was far from the end.

The night had arrived by the time we got inside the mansion. Lenna Winster had made several repairs on the property but I suspected she had kept an ancient look for aesthetic purposes. The interior looked old but solid. They had placed several tables around a big room, decorations on the walls and bar for drinks at the end. The press had their own place to eat, but it wasn’t forbidden to wander around or get a drink as soon as  we didn’t follow or bother the celebrities with any more questions. Although we were permitted to take pictures  and record videos to keep the public updated.

“This is good, but not as good as I expected.” Harris complained as he took a break from the camera to finish his blueberry trifle. “We haven’t tasted better deserts than the ones that gave us at that restaurant inauguration, remember? I said with a small smile as I looked around the room, noticing every movement.

My eyes were mostly on Lanna and her people, but I couldn’t make it obvious, so I just took some time to make annotations on my journal. Who was chatting with who, which celebrities were friends now, which were friends and now they were not. No that I cared about gossip, but those kinds of details could be very useful sometimes. My eyes crossed with my grandma’s a couple of times, but the most I got from her was an acknowledging nod and she got a smile in return. What would she think about me applying for the selection?  I laughed inside. Of course she would love it!

“Are you kidding? I will never forget how sick I felt the next day for eating that much...”  

Harris continued talking, but I couldn’t hear the rest of his story, because right at that moment a tall, black haired young man, who I recognized at the guard of the mansion, entered the room and whispered something to one Lanna’s bodyguard. He leaned towards the table where his employer was sitting, interrupting her chatting and laughing with the people at her table. They exchanged some words in what seemed to be a low tone and then both of her custodians started to walk away, leaving her unprotected. I raised from our table trying to conceal my rush. I kept my journal back in my pocket and took my purse from the table. “I will be right back.” I said to my friend, I couldn’t quite catch his reaction because my eyes were set on our host’s guards. I quickened my steps among tables and people, turning back slightly. I guessed since neither I was any celebrity nor I was bothering any, no one paid attention to me. 

I followed them out of the room and across a long corridor, just a few waiters passed by but they kept focused on their duties. The music and laughter was fading behind us, the house outside the main room looked genuinely old, but fortunately, this floor had been fully carpeted, otherwise my high heels would have been a problem. 

They finally stopped after rounding a corner by what it seemed like a back door. I stayed hidden behind the wall but ventured to peek my head to see what they were doing. Both guards were opening a big wooden box that based on what they said it had been delivered to the wrong house. One of them reached down and picked out something that at first it looked like some ...kind of... soft material, but when it was out completely I was sure it was fur. Real fur.

I stared at it for some seconds, not quite sure what to do.

I need a picture. My hands were shaking while I opened my small purse while I kept eye contact with the fur of a dead tigger. I managed to get my cell phone out but as soon as I lifted it to shoot, it slid and dropped on the floor making a “thunk” sound against the carpet.

Damn! I didn’t stay to know if they had heard me. I picked up my phone and walked as fast as I could without looking back heading for the main door. 

Outside the night was dark and starless, it was late but there was still some traffic on the street. I texted Harris to meet me outside with my clumsy fingers. I was still shaking but this time it was out of anger and frustration. How could I be so stupid?!! I was so close?!! 

On our way home, Harris sensed my mood and didn’t ask me anything, he knew I would talk about it tomorrow before or after we get scolded for not staying till the end of the event to cover it completely.  But I wasn’t worrying about that, all I could do was to drive while I questioned myself. A day that had looked so nice in the morning had gone so wrong. What was I thinking, risking myself for nothing! I shouldn’t be doing any of this. Maybe my father was right, maybe everyone was right and I wasn’t made for this work.

In the middle of my messy angry thoughts the selection came to my mind again, or maybe it had never left. I decided I was going to fill that application letter as soon as it arrived home. But why was I doing this? To accept my boss’ proposal? To satisfy my own curiosity about Illèas biggest tradition? Or maybe, like Queen Anjali I needed that... something to even my life scale, which so far was fully inclined to the “duty” side. 

[space-n-sky]

Time to debunk some Invader Zim junk 👏

So I've seen every video I could on the invader cons where Vasquez was interviewed. The most prominent interview/Q&A section he had was Sitting At You: invadercon II. Here's where a lot of popular technicalities spread, such as how Vasquez would have continued the show, Irken biology, etc. There are multiple videos of this same interview, but the one I'll reference is down below. But.... Y'all watch at your discretion. The audience here is pretty inconsiderate and obnoxious. Jhonen's visibly uncomfortable with some of the questions and how the audience exessively cheers and it made it hard for me to watch honestly. But I digress :p

So it's no surprise to y'all that I'm a h u g e zagr shipper, and when I got introduced to IZ a few years ago, I wanted to read up on irken lore and canon relationship details in the fandom wiki (which, now is pretty outdated. ESPECIALLY the Relationships page. I think there are some pages that are up to date like the comics and florpus, but everything else is left untouched for the most part.) and I remember reading about the infamous Invader Dib finale, and that had the show continued, Zim and Gaz would be in a relationship. But there was no citation!!! It drove me crazy that I couldn't find where in invadercon Vasquez said such things. I don’t like believing blindly, I need proof! So I dug around and didn’t find any mention of zagr or of Invader Dib at all. So that’s finally put to rest (unless someone hollers and sends me the link to an interview I didn’t catch. I’d be more than happy to watch!)

But I found these interesting tidbits:

Zim and Dib's age (21:03) Vasquez perceives Dib as around 11 or 12 years old, whereas Zim is older than "any of us could imagine" and yet “[irkens] still have the mental capacity of idiots”. So no exact mental age or age in relation to human maturity, just that Zim and by proxy all irkens in the show are old. I thought this was really interesting.

Irken Blood (21:35) He hesitates a bit, so he’s most likely making it up on the fly. He says he thinks irken blood would be “like...transparent pink”.

Show Continuation (27:30) This one was a really good question, a fan brought up the small worldbuilding, like Tak's ship and introducing staple aliens like vortians, and wondered if it was all leading up to something. Jhonen says: "[there'd be] a whole encompassing threat to Earth...and the Universe at some point that might cause for all the planets to team up and fight just to save their own lives. But thag never happened!! So I'll steall that [for something else]. So I can't talk about it."

https://youtu.be/zOL5yRX2bSU

Anyways yeah. It was interesting to see how Vasquez interacted with the fans way back when. I guess the interview could be taken as a cautionary lesson in how to NOT engage with content creators. I have faith in today’s IZ fandom, I think we can do better at this fall's Con :D

[tommyparkerr]

Promises BONUS I | Peter Parker x Reader

So, it’s not absolutely necessary for you to have read my series Promises before reading this, but I would highly suggest it! (You can find all the links in my masterlist located in my bio!) Plus, I’d be the happiest girl in the world if you did. :) For everyone who HAS read it, I hope you enjoy the first of the many bonuses I have planned. Ask and you shall receive!

Also, I kinda sorta am entering this as an entry to my own writing challenge? I took a prompt from it because I realized this fic had the exact same line, so...yeah. Join my Fix The Endgame Irondad Writing Challenge! I’m in desperate need of Irondad as of late for...*clears throat* obvious reasons. It’ll be fun, plus you get to add to a healthy dose of Irondad if you do! Check out my post for details :)

Prompt: “Take it back.”

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: No more angst, just fluff (hence why I’m writing the bonuses)

-Masterlist-

P R O M I S E S  -  B O N U S  O N E :

Three months later...

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Peter asked you for the tenth time today as he loaded up your things into the car. 

“Peter, we’ve been over this,” you said with a smile and roll of your eyes. 

He pursed his lips. “I know, but...I just wanna make sure, ya know?”

You took a step closer and cupped his face, bringing it down to plant a small kiss on his lips. “Peter,” you said quietly, your thumb stroking his cheek, “I’m ready.”

He nodded with a sigh. “Okay, I get it. I’ll stop asking.”

You giggled and pecked his nose before lowering back down to the ground. “We already told May, hun. We’ve got to tell them before she does or we’ll both be dead.”

“She said she’d keep it a secret!” Peter argued. “Is that the only reason you’re doing this?”

“Peter, honey,” you laughed, “you know your aunt is actually a terrible secret keeper, right?” Peter grumbled in acknowledgment but didn’t reply, leading you to go on. “And no, that’s not the only reason I’m doing this. I want to do this, Peter. It’s been four months now. Besides,” you said with a shrug, “I won’t be able to keep hiding my bump for much longer. I’m actually surprised no one has figured it out already.”

At that, your husband’s face lit up and he moved to kneel in front of you. His hand lifted your shirt just enough to lay a hand on the bare skin of your small-but-there baby bump.

“Hey, baby,” Peter said, his lips parted into a smile. “We’re going to Grandma and Grandpa’s house soon and we’re going to tell them all about you. So please don’t get too scared if you hear yelling or someone you don’t know yet touches you, like Grandma May did yesterday when we told her. They’re just excited, bug.”

As he continued to speak to your baby, your heart seemed to grow and your entire body seemed to warm. You couldn’t help but lay a hand over Peter’s as a smile broke out on your face, too.

“Hey, Peter?”

He looked up finally, his eyes twinkling in pure joy. “Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Peter’s grin grew larger, and he let your shirt drop back down as he stood to kiss you. “I love you, too,” he said just before his mouth met yours. 

After a few minutes of soft kisses, you gently pulled away and leaned your head against his chest. “We’re going to be late.”

“As if Tony’s ever been on time.”

“We are going to his home, Peter,” you giggled. “He doesn’t need to be on time.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Peter sighed, stepping back and moving toward the front door. “Why do you have to be so smart all of a sudden?”

You watched as Peter’s face fell after processing what he’d just said. A sick sort of smugness rose up in you (because years ago he wouldn’t have even realized the weight of his words and now, after spending a prolonged amount of time with you, he so clearly does), and when Peter turned to face you he was met with raised eyebrows and pursed lips. 

“Would you like to rephrase that, honey?” you asked with a small smirk, crossing your arms and tapping your foot for dramatization. 

Your husband swallowed. “You’re the most intelligent, most kind, and most beautiful woman I ever could’ve dreamed of, you always have been, and I’m an idiot?”

At hearing his response, you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. You attempted to hide it, but maybe it was better you failed; otherwise, Peter may have gone into a stress-induced seizure. 

“Wait—you’re not mad?” the brown-eyed boy asked, blinking in surprise. You just giggled again, going up to him and reaching under his arm to open the door. Peter stumbled after you, locking the door to your apartment and fumbling for the other set of keys stuffed inside his coat pocket so he could unlock the car before you reached the doors. “Were you just messing with me? Y/N? Y/N!”

Your only answer was laughter.

---

“That wasn’t very nice, you know,” Peter grumbled as he parked. “Giving a man a heart attack at the ripe age of twenty-four is neither helpful nor desirable.”

“You’re still on that?” you laughed. “Peter, that was like”—you checked your watch—“an hour and a half ago!”

“What? I’m supposed to recover from a near-heart failure in an hour and a half?!”

You laid a hand on his, shaking your head and chuckling to yourself. Going along with the joke, you said, “Your healing factor will kick in soon enough. Spider-Man, remember?”

Peter grumbled something to himself and got out of the car, coming around to your side to open your door and help you out; your belly may not have been big yet, but it was growing and it was different and it was just enough to sometimes throw your already terrible balance off-kilter.

“I love you, Spider-Man,” you said softly, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. 

Peter hummed, annoyance apparently forgotten, and pulled you into his side, kissing the top of your head. “Spider-Man loves you, too.” 

You smiled and settled into a comfortable silence as you walked toward the compound. It didn’t last long, however. 

“Well...most of the time.”

He’d said this jokingly, but after being shoved into a nearby wall Peter chose to point out much more seriously how ‘surprisingly’ strong you were for a girl. 

You raised your brows. Peter gulped. 

And thus began heart attack number two for the day. 

---

“How’s work, Y/N?” Pepper asked as she continued working on whatever dish she was making tonight.

Before you could answer, Peter grinned and said, “She got the promotion.”

Pepper dropped the wooden spoon she was using out of surprise. Luckily, Tony had anticipated it and snatched it up before it hit the ground. 

“You what?” 

You bit your lip to hide a large grin. “Yeah. Yeah, I got it.”

Pepper blinked a few times. “But you didn’t even tell us you were applying for it! I mean, you told us about it and you told us that it had a lot of good benefits and you told us you’d be interested in it, but you also told us the position wouldn’t even open up until whoever held the position retired in a few years!” You opened your mouth to try and explain that that particular person had retired early and referred you to take their place, but before you could Pepper shook her head and swept you into a hug. “Nevermind all that—I’m so happy for you!”

You smiled and returned her hug, knowing it wouldn’t be the last emotional one tonight but not revealing anything that would let Pepper know that. Peter grinned from behind you, eyeing Tony and sharing a contented look with him. 

“She said it, kiddo,” Tony said with a surprisingly genuine smile when Pepper stepped away. “We’re happy for you.” You accepted his hug and hair ruffle as if you were his own kid; and, you guessed in the same sort of way that Peter was his son, you were his daughter. 

“Thanks, old man,” you grinned, ignoring the scoff he gave you in return. 

“Well, I just have to let this simmer for a bit, so if you’d like we can move to another room while we wait,” Pepper said cheerily. 

“That’d be great,” Peter quickly accepted, knowing your back was probably starting to ache and comfortingly but inconspicuously rubbing it as he led you to your favorite couch in the sitting room. You held back a sigh of relief as you sat down; you had expected to experience some back pain, as it was one of the most common symptoms during pregnancy, but you hadn’t been expecting to experience it this early. 

“What about you two?” you asked. “Is there anything new with you?”

Tony waved a hand as if to dismiss the topic at hand. “You know, even with one of us being an Avenger slash one of the universe’s mightiest heroes and the other being CEO of the world’s most successful enterprise, we haven’t seen much excitement lately.”

Pepper rolled her eyes. “I think what my husband means to say is we’d love to hear more about this promotion you’ve worked so hard for.”

Peter managed to cover his laugh with a cough, but you couldn’t hide your small smile in time. Tony grinned at your reactions and leaned back into the couch, crossing his arms behind his head. 

“Well,” you started when you were sure you weren’t going to laugh as soon as you opened your mouth, “I do get a lot more vacation time with the promotion, along with the option to work from home on days I’m not really needed in the office which is something I’m really looking forward to. It seems unreal, but I guess with great responsibility comes great power...or something.”

“Yeah,” Peter said, catching on with an eye roll and an amused shake of his head. “Or something.”

You grinned.

“How many days of paid vacation do you get, then?” Pepper asked next, eyebrows furrowed in concern. 

“Fifteen,” you answered. “But I’ve only been working there five years, so when I make it to ten years it then goes up to seventeen, and when I make it to twenty years I get twenty days. But that’s not including the sick or extended maternity leave.”

“Extended maternity leave, eh?” Tony spoke up with a twinkle in his eye. “You’re already figuring out how to cheat the system—I like it.”

This time Pepper pushed Tony aside until he was forced to fall sideways into the cushions, and it’s a good thing she gave that so much attention because if she hadn’t, she and Tony would’ve seen the look you and Peter had shared with each other and put the pieces together before you could reveal it yourselves. 

“We’re, uh, thinking of taking advantage of some of that vacation time here in about six months or so,” Peter started. “I get eleven days a year, so I’d still have some leftover by the time I went back to work.”

“Oh, good!” Pepper exclaimed. “You two deserve a break! Where are you going? New Zealand? I know you’ve always wanted to visit New Zealand!”

“Pep, you obviously haven’t heard the way this kid talks about England—they’re definitely going there,” Tony said, sitting back up.

Ignoring him, Pepper went on. “Or Thailand! I’ve heard you talk about Thailand a lot! And you eat Thai all the time—not that I blame you.”

Tony was about to open his mouth again to probably throw another guess into the conversation, but Peter interrupted before he could. “Actually...we were thinking something a little closer to home.”

“Okay, so Pepper was wrong,” Tony said, acting as if he hadn’t proposed an overseas country as well. “So...what? The Bahamas? Hawaii? Hell, Alaska?”

“No,” you said, taking the lead with a smile. “Home. We’re going to take a vacation at home.”

It was almost comical, the looks of confusion that appeared on their faces. It was something you rarely saw, and rarer more when it came from both of them. 

“Home,” Pepper repeated slowly, testing the word out on her tongue. “Okay, and what exactly does that mean?”

“It means,” Peter said, interlacing your fingers, “that while we appreciate the joke about cheating the system, Y/N didn’t get the promotion with extended maternity leave until after we found out.”

Silence. You gently laid a hand on your lower abdomen where your bump was slowly starting to show for emphasis, in case they hadn’t caught on. 

More silence, and then-

“Take it back.”

“Tony!” Pepper exclaimed, her eyes wide and blown up with mortification as she smacked him on the chest. 

“What? Being a dad makes me old enough, but a grandpa?”

You hid the smile on your face at Peter’s troubled expression. You knew Tony was joking, but Peter was a sensitive person who often took things too literal and everyone in the room (but Peter) knew it. 

“Seriously, Pep! I’m too young for this!” Tony was smiling, laughing at his own humor, but Peter didn’t see. He was too busy looking down at his lap. After that, one look from Pepper got him shutting up pretty quickly. “Kid,” Tony said more seriously now at seeing the look on his son’s face, standing up and taking a few steps forward to clap his hands on Peter’s shoulders, “I’ve never been prouder.”

Peter sagged in relief and threw his arms around his mentor-turned-father-figure. You didn’t even try to fight the hormone induced tears that came with the scene. Pepper smiled at you understandingly and made her way over, wrapping you in a gentle hug and whispering a small but heartfelt congratulations in your ear. 

By the time you broke apart you realized Tony was rambling in the kitchen while ‘cooking’ dinner, Peter obviously not listening to a single word. He was rather watching you with a loving smile and his own set of tears in his eyes, accepting Pepper’s hug and kiss on the cheek as she repeated Tony’s words and hurried to go fix whatever dish Tony was probably on the verge of ruining. 

Peter sat you both down again and scooted close, grabbing your hands and resting your foreheads together. “This is really happening,” he whispered softly in something resembling disbelief. “We’re having a baby.”

“We’re having a baby,” you repeated, letting your eyes fall shut at the odd sense of warmth that ran through you at the words. 

“Kid, are you even listening to me? This is important stuff, I'll have you know!” Tony’s voice floated in from the kitchen, making both of your grins enlarge. 

“Yeah, yeah! I’m listening, Dad!” Peter lied with a laugh as he pulled his head away from yours, letting you rest against his shoulder. 

“That’s what I thought! Now, I better be the only grandpa on this side of the family! You better not be asking Steve to be anything but an uncle; the same goes for the rest of the team! And while we’re on the topic, I still stick with my belief that ‘grandpa’ makes me sound old and uncool. I’m thinking Pops? Is Pops good with you guys?”

You couldn’t help but laugh into Peter’s shirt at Tony’s way of showing enthusiasm.

“Grandpa Pops! Got it!” Peter replied. 

“Watch it, Parker! I will resign from my grandfatherly position, effective immediately, if your kid calls me Grandpa Pops!”

Peter had nothing to say after that, only joyful laughter escaping his lips. You lifted your head and mindlessly brushed a stray curl off of Peter’s forehead. 

“I don’t know,” you quietly said with a small shrug and mischievous grin. “I think Grandpa Pops has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

“The day our little girl calls Tony ‘Grandpa Pops’ is the day hell freezes over and he kills us both,” Peter responded with a chuckle. 

“Little girl?” you repeated quietly, your heart skipping a beat at Peter’s slip up. 

Peter blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I, uh...yeah.”

A soft smile tugged at your lips. “Did your spidey senses tell you that, too?”

His cheeks turned even darker, but his smile grew. “No,” he replied. “Just a feeling.”

Your heart jumped again and you pulled Peter down for a kiss, ignoring Tony’s one-sided attempt at a conversation. 

“I think it’s a girl, too,” you whispered with a smile against his lips. Peter grinned at that and pulled you in for another kiss, one hand delicately cupping your face and the other resting protectively over the small bump that would soon be your entire world. 

“Hey, as long as that baby’s around we’re keeping it PG in this household!” Tony scolded, and you giggled, pulling away from your husband’s lips. 

You expected Peter to blush and stutter like he always did when you were caught showing PDA, so you were caught by surprise when he instead rolled his eyes, said, “Oh, screw off, old man,” and kissed you again, this time lasting much longer than before. It was your turn to blush, but that soon went away along with Tony’s indignant sputtering as Pepper led him back into the kitchen. 

Now it was just you and Peter and baby—your baby—and with another skipping of your heart, you realized this was your future. Not nervously listening for knocks on the door that would no doubt tell you your husband was dead. Not failing to calm down your crying child because they just wanted their dad and didn’t understand why he hadn’t held them in so long. Not figuring out how to be both a single mother and a widow in mourning.

No—your future was filled with tender kisses and ‘I love you’s and bright smiles in the mornings, fake gags when your child saw your tender kisses, sleepy yawns as they responded with ‘I love you, too’s, and giggles as they ate the Mickey Mouse shaped pancake on their plate. 

“What are you thinking about?” Peter murmured, and it wasn’t until he said something that you noticed you’d stopped kissing him. You wondered how long he’d been watching you. 

“Our future,” you responded quietly with a small smile. 

A smile spread over his lips too as well, and he raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you breathily laughed, looking into the brown eyes you were determined to love for the rest of your life. You raised a hand to brush over his cheek, letting yourself memorize the feel of the smooth skin. “Our future.”

Peter took your hand from his cheek and interlaced your fingers, lowering them down to his lap. He placed a small kiss on your forehead, then on the tip of your nose, then slowly connected his mouth to yours. “Our future,” he whispered against your lips. “I think I like the sound of that.”

“Yeah?” you said with a grin, your eyes fluttering shut. 

“Yeah,” he confirmed, moving your interlocked hands to rest over your stomach. “Our future: you, me, our little girl, and whatever impossible things life decides to throw at us next.”

“Like calling Tony Grandpa Pops?” you grinned

Peter chuckled and closed his eyes, brushing his nose against yours. “I love you, Y/N Parker.”

Even after two years of marriage your heart still jolted at being called the Parker name, and, quite frankly, you didn’t think your reaction would be any different sixty years from now. Because sixty years from now you would still love Peter as much as you did yesterday and still be wondering what you did to deserve such a pure, beautiful soul. Because sixty years from now your children would be all grown up and you’d be left with much, much more than what you have now, and your love for your husband would have multiplied tenfold over the years. 

Because sixty years from now you’d both be in your rocking chairs sitting the same way you are now, saying your ‘I love you’s knowing that each one could be your last but not regretting a single thing. 

“I love you, too, Peter Benjamin Parker,” you whispered, your eyes closing and your hand squeezing his. “I love you, too.”

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[strangely-amusing]

Étoile

Characters : Jaemin x You

Genre : Romance, Fluff, Slight Angst

Wordcount : 10,580

Note : Originally going to post this on Jaemin’s birthday, but I’m just that impatient lmao. Before you read it I just want y’all to know that there’s a lot of drama and it can be confusing for some, so feel free to ask me about it! Title probably won’t make sense (Y’all know me, I’m not good with titles) and please do correct me if i use certain words wrong! I’m really sorry for the low quality pic, I can’t find the hd one. Hope you all enjoy! ♡

Gazing at the beautiful night sky, your eyes glimmer under the luminous glow of the moon. Millions of stars are dotted on the black canvas of the night, illuminating the night sky. Its a simple yet breath-taking view, having been your favorite view for the years you have spent alive.

Tonight is a little different, however.

It is a little more special as you get to star-gaze without having to go outside, the glass windows over your head are solving all your problems.

“Do you like it?”

You turn your head to the side, facing him with a broad smile on your face. “I love it.”

Yukhei’s smile widens when he hears your answer, and he leans closer to place a kiss on your forehead. You snuggle closer, curling up against his body. “Thank you for installing these roof windows for me. I really love it.”

Yukhei gently caresses your cheeks, his eyes glistening under the soft glow of the moon. The smile never leaves his face, and only seems to widen from time to time. “You know i would do anything for you.”

You nod, a rather sheepish smile decorating your face. You then move to lay on your back once again, your inner child taking over. The stars are beautiful, but you can’t help but to notice that as time passes it starts to lose its glow, masked by the pollution produced by careless human beings. You have had countless of dreams involving the night sky where the bright stars were scattered all over the sky, illuminating the world with its gentle glow. All this time, you think it is only a beautiful dream of yours, leaving you delighted when you wake up in the morning. But as time passes, your dream is becoming more vivid that you start to think that maybe its not just a dream. Maybe its one of your lost memories.

“Yukhei?”

A hum comes from his direction. You glance at him, barely noticing his half lidded eyes. “What does the night sky looks like when we were young? Was it like tonight?”

“Yeah, i guess.” He replies nonchalantly, his tone turns flat and cold.

Yukhei doesn’t like it when you talk about the past, there is always a different glint on his orbs whenever you ask him about your past. You never know why, but its not helping at all. With almost all your memories lost from a fatal accident that you could never remember, you need a helping hand to guide you back to living a normal life. Although Yukhei does a pretty great job at re-introducing you to all your friends, he hates it whenever you ask him about your past life before the accident. Yukhei always says that your life was miserable, and its best for you to start over rather than to try living your old life.

Its an odd way to cope with your lover’s memory loss, but you never question him. Even when you first woke up from the comma and he introduced himself as your boyfriend, you never question his words or actions.

You trust him.

♡

“Was it always like this?”

Seulgi tilts her head upwards, trying to see what you are talking about. “You mean the sky?”

You nod, eyes still gazing at the bright dots. Yukhei is out of town, having to work extra to get a promotion. When she hears that Yukhei is going out of town for a few days, she immediately comes to your house. Seulgi plays quite a big role in your life, she helps you remember a lot of things, from childhood memories to embarrassing funny stories.

Maybe that’s why Yukhei doesn’t like her. Because she tells you things that Yukhei never will.

“It used to be way more beautiful than this.” She sighs, looking at the stars rather sadly. “Pollution really fucks things up.”

You nod as you continue to stare in awe, imagining how beautiful the night sky must be in the older days. As your imagination runs free, you suddenly feel a tiny pang in your chest, as if the beautiful night sky has a painful memory behind it. You clutch your heart in surprise, feeling your heart beat starts to accelerate.

“Are you okay?” Seulgi asks, concern obvious in her tone. You shake your head, gazing at the night sky once more before closing the roof window. “I’m fine. Oh and by the way, can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.” She says nonchalantly, quietly munching on a red bean bun. You gulp, not knowing why you suddenly feel so nervous. “Was i always like this when i see stars?”

Seulgi stops chewing, tilting her head slightly. “Like this?”

“Yeah, I mean, happy. Is there a time where i don’t feel happy when i see stars?” You fiddle with your fingers, looking anywhere but her eyes. She doesn’t immediately reply, as if quietly trying to find the right words. “Yes, and no. There wasn’t a time where you don’t feel happy when you see the stars.”  

Holding back a pained choke from the sudden pang in your heart, you nod.

“I see.”

♡

You’re very lucky to be alive.

At least that’s what people told you. You don’t know how bad your injuries were that people always say that whenever they meet you. You think its odd that no matter how hard you try, you can’t remember a thing about the accident. Everyone say that it was a car accident. How and when exactly, they never spare you the details.

You remember waking up in a white hospital bed with both Yukhei and Seulgi sitting right next to your bed, but it was nearly 4 years ago. Yukhei says that you were in a comma for quite some time so you couldn’t really know the exact time of your accident.

Everything about it feels odd, and yet you never really question it. You tried once, questioning a supposedly old friend of yours, but instead of an explanation, all you got was an unwanted advice.

She said that you should feel grateful that you had a wonderful life even after the accident, having loyal and lovely friends right by your side.

Its not an advice that you need, its not even an advice. Later on Yukhei told you and you and her were never that close to begin with, and it sparks your interest even more. Why would he invite someone you barely even know, and expect you to trust her?

You continue to dig information from all your friends, being careful not to let Yukhei knows about this. Odd enough, most of them keep their mouths shut, not willing to tell the details to their stories that seem all too general.  

Their answers are all the same, as if it was scripted. You feel like an outsider, living a life that doesn’t even feel like yours. Hanging out with people that you barely even know, pretending that you do remember them and all the things that you did together.

A wandering soul, is what you are.

♡

Heading home from Seulgi’s apartment, you make your way to the train station. Yukhei will be home early today, and you don’t want him to know that you visit Seulgi frequently.

Looking at the train schedule, you immediately start to sprint towards the train doors that are slowly closing in. Its dangerous, but you can’t afford to wait for another 30 minutes.

Entering the train just a mere second before it completely closes, you let out a relieved sigh. However, the train is packed and you struggle to make your way into the train. You let out a gasp when the train suddenly moves forward, launching your body backwards.

A strong pair of hands catches you just in time, holding onto your arms just before you could touch the ground. You immediately stand up, ready to apologize and to thank the person who has helped you. However, when you look up at them, your voice leaves you.

He is simply breath-taking, with dark hazel eyes and plush lips that is slowly curving into a beautiful smile, standing tall right in front of you with a long coat hugging his model-like figure.

“ Y/n.....?”

Your eyes widen when he calls you by your name, wondering if he’s actually one of your old friends that you fail to remember. “I’m sorry, but do i know you?”

He looks at you with a gentle gaze, so gentle and delicate that not even Yukhei ever gazes at you that way.

“It is you.”

Seeing his glassy orbs, you start to panic. You feel uncomfortable when people cry, because it makes you want to cry as well. “P-Please don’t cry.”

The stranger shakes his head, a hearty laugh leaving his lips. “I know, you don’t like it when i cry because it makes you feel sad too.”

He must be important in my life. You bite your lips, desperately trying to remember a name and a story behind his now all too familiar face.

“Its me, y/n. Don’t you remember me?” He stares at you gently with glassy eyes, tears threatening to fall any second. You don’t know if he’s crying because of happiness or grief, the mixed signals he sends off are making your head hurt. You shake your head, desperately trying to recall any memories with him in it. “I’m sorry, I don’t. I’m trying so hard but I still don’t remember you.”

He stays still for a moment, eyes casting downside as the smile on his face starts to fall. He then looks up, a forced smile on his face. “Its okay, I get it. You don’t want to remember. I just want to apologize, I never had the chance to before.”

Apologize? All the things he said makes you even more confused. If he’s really an important part of your life, why are you so clueless about this? Why do Yukhei and Seulgi never mention about him?

“I’m really sorry if i hurt or offend you in anyway but I really can’t remember. I had an accident a few years ago, and I can’t really remember anything before that.” You say in a small voice, not wanting other people to hear it. His eyes widen when he hears you, the tears in the corner of his eyes slowly melting. You’re taken aback by his reaction, quickly reaching into your purse to get a pack of tissue. You immediately offer him some, but he doesn’t even tear his gaze away from you.

“A-Accident? When?” His voice is barely audible, just above a whisper. You nod slowly, opting to just carefully dab his tears away yourself. The act feels so natural, as if it happens a lot before. You offer him a small smile. “Its okay, it happened like 4 years ago. I’m fine now.”

Hearing your reply, more tears spill from his eyes. Your eyes widen when you see him crying, wondering what makes him cry.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” You say gently, voice wavering slightly from holding your own tears. He shakes his head, wiping the tears from his eyes. Then he whispers. “I’m sorry.”

You raise your eyebrow in confusion. “What? Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything wrong...”

He lifts his head up, his still glassy orbs looking straight into your soul. “I’m so sorry, y/n.”

“What are yo-“

You snap out of your thoughts when you hear your stop being called, forgetting what you were about to say in an instant.

“Be careful, alright?” He suddenly says, a painful smile hanging on his lips. Your heart wants you to stay, the identity of the mysterious guy sparks your interest so much. But Yukhei will be upset if you aren’t home when he comes home. Conflicted, you stay still in front of the open doors, mentally debating with yourself.

“Go home, y/n. Its okay.”

You turn your attention back to him, who is now slowly disappearing into the crowd, away from the train doors, from you. “Wait!”

He stops, although still not facing you.

“Tell me your name.” You say gently, but still loud enough for him to hear. He stays still for a second, before looking back at you. He parts his lips but nothing comes out, almost as if he’s re-thinking his decision. He then shakes his head, forcing a smile onto his face.

“Jaemin.”

♡

“Baby, where were you? I’ve been looking for you all day!”

You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Yukhei’s deep voice, not exactly aware of your surroundings. You look around, wondering how did you manage to walk all the way back home without even realizing it. You then look up at him, meeting his worried gaze.

“Are you okay? Did something happen?” Yukhei asks, hands going over your forehead to check your body temperature. You shake your head gently, offering him a small smile. “I’m okay. I was at Se--Irene’s house today, I’m sorry that I made you worried.”

Yukhei breaks into a smile, pulling you into a hug. He then presses a kiss on the top of your head. “Its okay, I’m so glad you’re okay.”

You wrap your hands around him, burying your face into his chest. The strong sweet scent of his vanilla cologne fills in your nostrils, and you fight the urge to gag. For some reason you never like the scent so much.

“I bought cheesecake on the way home, let’s eat it while we watch a movie.” Yukhei smiles, beckoning you to the kitchen. You nod and follow him into the kitchen, mind still fazed. Yukhei cut a big portion of the cheesecake for the both of you, while you quickly make a jug of iced lemon tea.

When you walk into the living room, Yukhei has already put a movie on, sitting on the couch comfortably. You put the iced lemon tea on the small coffee table and take a sit next to him, immediately welcomed by his arms.  

As the movie starts, Yukhei becomes more and more focused on the movie. You, however, find yourself restless. You’re unable to focus at watching the movie, despite it being one of your favorites. Staring blankly at the wide screen of the TV, your brain keeps showing you an image of the man in the train. You glance at Yukhei’s focused expression, deciding something that you haven’t even realized you’ve been thinking this whole time.

For now, Yukhei doesn’t have to know.

♡

It has been a week since you met Jaemin, and he has not leave your mind since then. You say his name numerous times, but not even the slightest bit of memory comes.  

“Jaemin.....” You hum as you look through your high school yearbook, hoping to get a clue about his identity. You scrunch up your face as you scan the pages quickly, having to scan all the pages because you have no clue about Jaemin’s family name.

“Na Hyemi... What an interesting surname.” You mumble, scanning the page quickly. You then flip the page, only to flip it back in a matter of second, noticing the name that you’ve been looking for just under the name that you just said earlier.

Na Jaemin.

The photo is ridiculously small, and you have to squint your eyes to get a better look. Considering that this photo was taken years ago, you do not expect any resemblances between the photo and the young man that you met on a train a week ago. But when you see the same beautiful smile from the man on the train, you know its him.

Your finger ghosts over the photo, as you try your best to recall any memories. A vivid image of his beautiful smile pops into your mind, but there’s nothing else. No memories about the reason behind his smile, no memories about what he was smiling about, there’s nothing else but his smile.  

His smile is so bright and contagious. You think as you look at the blurry photo, unconsciously starting to smile as well. The yearbook offers no information but a name and a quote underneath the picture, and you let out a hearty laugh when you read the sentence under his photo.

Do you have a name? Or can i call you mine?

You shake your head in disbelief, mildly amused that an 18 years old Jaemin was such a flirt. “This isn’t even a quote.”

Although you can’t remember anything other than his smile, you continue to flip through the page, just to see what your quote was. Finding your name in an instant, your eyes widen when you read the words underneath your photo.

I do have a name, but you can call me anytime.

You visibly cringe, but you can’t help but to laugh it out. “Turns out mine was just as bad.”

Your smile widens when you read the two quotes, knowing very well that you both planned this out. Its heart-warming, to be able to get a glimpse of your relationship with Jaemin in the past. You aren’t sure what it was, but judging from these yearbook quotes, the two of you must’ve been very close.

Closing the book with a smile on your face, you can’t wait to discover more about Jaemin.

“Maybe Yukhei knows something about him...” You mumble, walking to the living room to search for your boyfriend. You find him lounging on the couch, eyes half lidded and mouth agape. Giggling, you playfully pinch the tip of his nose to wake him up from his half asleep state. He blinks a couple of times, closing his mouth instantly. “What’s wrong, honey?”

The pet name sounds so familiar yet so foreign, almost like you used to hear it a lot but not in that tone, or voice. Shrugging off the thoughts, you proceed to show him the yearbook. “Do you know him?”

Yukhei squints his eyes at the small photo, leaning closer to the pages. He then presses his lips into a thin line, the sleepiness gone in a matter of second. He then take the book from your hand and closes it, putting it on the table rather harshly. “Never seen him before.”

You frown as you take the book once more, opening it once more to show him the photo. Its almost impossible that Yukhei doesn’t know him if the two of you used to be really close. “Na Jaemin—you must’ve known him, right? Look! We even have corres-”

“No, I have never heard of such an odd name and stop talking nonsense. Its coincidence, everyone knows that.” He cut you off rudely, tone and gaze as cold as ice. He takes the book from your hand once more, this time putting it on his lap. “You weren’t popular, not everyone in this book is your friends.”

You quietly stand up, feeling the pain from his sharp words. It makes you wonder what role does Jaemin play in your life to make Yukhei that upset just at the mention of his name?

Yukhei’s wrath and blatant lie about not knowing such an odd name makes you even more curious, even after a week after Yukhei tells you to forget about it.

Of course, Yukhei notices your unusual behavior for the past week. And he isn’t very happy about it. Its one thing that you still can’t stand about him, even after all these years. Yukhei is a hot blooded person, getting very irritated when you don’t give him the attention and affection that he needs. At first you thought he was just clingy, but after awhile his tantrum is getting worse and unreasonable.

Much like today.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong? What did i do to deserve this kind of treatment?” You sigh for the nth time that day, frustrated. Usually you would just apologize and cuddle him until he gives in, but this time you can’t. It happens way too much and the reason behind his tantrum is becoming more and more ridiculous.

Yukhei squints his eyes at you, eyebrows raised. Its as if he is looking down on you like you’re a fool for not knowing. This irritates you so much that you decide its not worth your time.

“You know what? Keep doing that for as long as you want. I’m heading out.” You snap, getting your purse and coat. Yukhei immediately stands up, holding tight onto your arms. You expect to see a hint of regret in his glinting orbs, but what you see is rage. “Where do you think you’re going?”

You’re terrified, his deep voice alone is enough to make you shrivel into a ball. But when you remember Jaemin, and the fact that Yukhei lied to you about him, you make up your mind. You forcefully remove his grip on your arm, quickly trying to leave before he could stop you.

“Anywhere but here.”

You shut the door behind you and quickly run away, trying to run as far as you can. You stop running after awhile, realizing that he isn’t chasing after you, which could be both a good thing and a bad thing. You sigh as you stand in the middle of an unfamiliar street, the moon and the dim lighting of the nearby shops are the only source of light. You tilt your head upwards, hoping that the bright little stars could cheer you up even just a little bit. It seems like the universe senses your grief because for the first time in years, there are no stars illuminating the night.

♡

“Do you need an extra blanket? I think you do.”

You sigh in content as you sip a cup of hot chamomile tea, a blanket pooling around your torso. “Its okay, this one is warm enough.”

Seulgi squints her eyes at you. “Are you sure? You look cold.”

You stay quiet, eyes staring off into the distance. Your mind wanders, and you start to wonder if your decision to leave the house is the right thing to do. After all, Yukhei does take a very good care of you, always making sure that you’re safe and happy. You don’t know why all of the sudden you’re being so impulsive, but a part of you just know that its because of the sudden appearance of Jaemin.

“y/n are you listeni-“

“Can i ask you a question?” You cut her off, blank orbs staring up at her. Seulgi raises her eyebrow, confused by your sudden question. “Well, Sure, Why not?”

You let out a sigh. “But you have to promise me you will tell me the truth.”

“Wha-This feels kinda creepy.” Seulgi jokingly says, although you could sense the concern in her voice. You stare up at her, trying to convince her that you’re being serious. “Please.”

She gulps, changing her sitting position. “Okay, I promise.”

You nod, silently thanking her for agreeing. “Tell me all you know about Na Jaemin.”

♡

“Childhood friend. Is that it?”

She nods, although you could clearly tell that she isn’t so sure either.

Listening to her doesn’t seem so fun tonight, as you could easily detect the lies that she throws here and there. You’re disappointed, to say the least. At first you try to let it go, seeing that neither Seulgi nor Yukhei want to talk about him. But you quickly change your mind when you notice that her stories don’t add up.

“Earlier you said that me and Jaemin used to be very close, right? When did Yukhei comes into the picture? And where is Jaemin now? Why do you never mention him in any of your stories?” Question after question spill from your parted lips, a result of such a vague story. She sighs, covering her face with her palms. “He was also your friend, but you and Jaemin were much closer. Look y/n, that’s all i can tell. There are things that i just couldn’t tell. Trust me, its for your own good.”

At first you think she will be willing to help you, but much to your dismay, she’s on the same boat as Yukhei. You stand up, too fed up with the lies that she continuously tries to offer.

“Where are you going? Its 2 AM.” Seulgi stands up as well, ready to stop you. You shake your head as you collect your things, refusing to answer her verbally.

“Why are you acting like this?” She says loudly, clearly frustrated. You stop in your tracks, her words ringing in your ears. In that moment, you know you shouldn’t trust her as much as you used to anymore. “Is it wrong for me to try and dig up about my own life? My own life that i used to live? Is it a crime that i want to know who i was in the past??”

Seulgi doesn’t say anything, standing still in her previous position in the middle of the living room. You shake your head, making your way towards the front door. “I’m leaving.”

“...Lovers.”

You turn around to face her, mildly surprised that she decides to answer. “So he was my lover. Why is it so hard to explain?”

Seulgi sighs, sitting back down on the couch. “Because its not that simple. He was, in a way, the reason why you got into an accident.”  

Is that why he’s apologizing? You squint your eyes at her, not truly believing her words. “How?”

“You were both in a fight, I don’t know what the topic was about, you never told me. Before either one of you could apologize however, something terrible happened.” She slowly says, her voice trembling. “And because of that something, you changed. We all changed in a way, but you... you changed a lot. You lost interest in everything, college, music, arts, even the stars.”

You press your lips into a thin line, feeling a mixed emotion. How horrible something must have been if it makes you lost your interest in the thing that keeps you happy?

She looks up at you, tears pooling in the corner of her eyes. “You were distracted, and one day you crossed the road without looking first… That’s when the accident took place.”

You stay quiet, trying to digest all of her words at once. How is it Jaemin’s fault that you got involved in an accident?

“You said that there was a moment when I lost interest in everything right?” You ask carefully. She nods, her eyes seem a little dull. “and how is it Jaemin’s fault?”

“And if it is then why didn’t Jaemin try to cheer me up? I thought you said he was my boyfriend?” You raise your eyebrow, mind full of questions.

She stays silent at first, avoiding your questioning gaze.

“Seulgi.”

She let out a sigh. “Because he can’t. Even if he wants to, he can’t.”

You stare at her with wonder. “What kind of boyf-“

“He died in an accident, y/n.”

You feel as if your heart drops into your stomach, the feeling unfamiliar and so extreme that you feel physically sick.

Seulgi sighs for the nth time that day. “That something terrible was his death. He was on his way to your house to apologize, but he never made it.”

That’s what he was apologizing for. You feel your throat getting dry, the memory suddenly comes in like a train wreck. The atmosphere in the room when it happened, the fight, the harsh words that you both exchanged, it all suddenly dawns on you. Your eyes widen as realization hits you, tears threatening to fall.

“Yukhei.”

Seulgi raises her eyebrow, as she tilts her head in confusion. “What about him?”

Your eyes flutter shut as all the memories start to flood in, filling your head with both beautiful and unwanted ones. “The fight. It was about Yukhei.”

“It-It was?” She whispers, eyes wide in disbelief. You nod curtly, tears starting to fall.

“Yukhei was never my boyfriend to begin with, wasn’t he?”

No answers come out of her mouth, but you could see the regret written on her face. “I’m so sorry, y/n.”

The pain that you feel right now is unbearable, knowing that all the people around you that you trust, have been lying to you this whole time. It feels like your whole life just crumbles right in front of your eyes, and you’re unable to stop it from doing so, knowing barely anything about yourself.

“So this is all a lie?” You say, voice just above a whisper. “The life that i’m currently living in, its all a lie?”

She shakes her head, standing up immediately. “y/n, there’s a reason-“

“So it is a lie. A big fat lie created by both you and Yukhei and for what? So i could get on with my life without knowing who i was? Without even remembering the people in my life?” You shake your head, letting your tears fall without a care in the world. Seulgi moves to hug you, but you immediately take a step back. Overwhelmed by the situation, you know its better for you to avoid her and Yukhei.

She doesn’t say anything when you avoid her hug, and takes a deep breath instead. “That’s why i never told you. Both me and Yukhei decided that its best for you to-“

“Don’t.” You take a deep breath. “Don’t you dare finish your sentence. I know what is best for me, not you, not Yukhei.”

She seems a little surprised of your rather aggressive reply, but she doesn’t stop. “No, you don’t. Because like you said before, you don’t have a clue about your past life, but we do. We know-“

“We weren’t even that close.” You cut her off once more, not bothering to keep your voice down anymore. “What kind of best friend are you if I didn’t even trust you enough to tell you about my love life??”

She opens his mouth to reply, but you quickly cut her off.

“Both you and Yukhei are telling me my life from your point of views, but how could you do that if we weren’t even that close? How would you know what i was really feeling?” You’re practically shouting, unable to hide the distress in your voice.

She gasps, and unconsciously takes a step back, her eyes widened slightly. Your words are straight forward and sharp and you know it could hurt her feelings, but right now, you’re the one who’s hurting the most.

“Thank you for your bed time stories and all, but i think its best for me to ask the person that you’ve been trying so hard to hide from me this whole time.” You unlock the door and open it, ready to step out anytime, not expecting for another reply.

To your surprise, Seulgi does reply.

“How? By using a fucking Ouija board? Do you not hear me?? He’s dead, y/n. He’s been dead for 4 years!” She exclaims, frustration clear in her tone. Its funny how she looks regretful at first but now she turns all red and angry. With all the lies she has been feeding you, you’re not even surprised anymore.

Stepping out of the apartment, you look back at her.

“That’s what you think.”

She gasps, unable to form a coherent sentence as she watches you walk off into the distance.

“He’s dead! People could easily claim to be him, y/n. You don’t even remember him!” You could hear her voice in the distance, but you pay it no mind and continue walking. Getting into the small elevator, you could see Seulgi standing in front of her door, frustration written all over her face. She’s still trying to convince you to forget everything and to go back inside, but you choose to ignore her. You press the close button, ignoring her whole existence as the door slowly closes.

♡

Walking with your hands in your pocket, you have no idea where to go. You don’t have anyone in your life other than Yukhei and Seulgi. But you do not have even an ounce of regret, knowing that they are the cause of your distress. You let out a sigh as you come across a small bench, deciding to take a sit just for a moment. You look around, realizing that there’s no one around, not a person, not even a cat. You know its dangerous to be outside at such an ungodly hour, but you don’t have a place to go, a place to call home.  

Your mind wanders to Seulgi’s words from before as you stare at the dull sky. Is Jaemin really dead?

You try to remember anything, any memories with Jaemin in it, but your encounter with him on the train and the fight are all you could think of. You sigh as you close your eyes, trying to hold in your tears as you recall the fight that ruined everything.

◇

“He’s my friend, Jaemin. He’s OUR friend!” You shout in frustration, massaging your temple. Jaemin lets out a groan, hands balled up into fists. “How blind can you be?! He asks you out on a date multiple times! And you still think that his intention is friendly?!”

You shake your head, clearly disagreeing with his opinion. “He doesn’t ask me out on a date, He only asks me to show him around the city! He’s nothing more than a friend! Why are you being so stubborn?!”

Jaemin looks at you with what you could decipher as disgust, and the rage in his eyes intensifies. With a dangerously low voice, he makes his statement clear. “He sent you a flower bouquet on your birthday.”

“Well maybe he-“

Jaemin cuts you off. “He told you to ditch me while you were waiting for me.”

You frown, folding your arms. “Maybe its because you were-“

Jaemin takes a step closer, staring down at you with his brows furrowed. “He followed us while we were on a date.”

“Jae-“

“He fucking tried to kiss you, for god’s sake!” He exclaims, throwing his hands out of frustration. Your eyes widen as you try to come up with a denial. “I-It wasn’t-“

“I saw you. I saw how he looked at you that night. I saw how he pulled you into his embrace. And the worst part is you weren’t even trying to resist him before I fucking came.” He spits out, venom laced in his voice. Your eyes widen as you unconsciously take a step back, startled by his harsh words. Jaemin shakes his head, and turns to leave.

“Defend him all you want, y/n. Might as well let him have you while you’re at it.”

You don’t know what happens, because you find yourself enraged by his words.

“Atleast Yukhei would never say such things to me.”

Jaemin stops in his track, turning his face sideways to look at you with spine-chilling gaze. “What did you just say?”

“Yukhei will never hurt me. He will never say those things to me!” You shout, tears threatening to fall from the painful words Jaemin said earlier. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe Yukhei is trying to take me away from you. And you know what? I should’ve fucking let him!”

Jaemin is now facing you completely, the burning rage in his eyes is prominent even from a distance. “Say that again I dare you.”

You let your tears fall down as you stare back at him with almost the same amount of rage.

“Falling in love with you is a mistake.”

◇

You stare at the sky blankly, wondering how depressed he must’ve been after you said those regretful words. And most importantly, how depressed you must’ve been when you realize that its the last words you said to him.

You let out a sigh as you let your tears escape, regretting your poor choice of words. You want to do nothing but to apologize, but you don’t even know where he is right now. You don’t even know if the man that you met on the train was really him, or just a part of your imagination.

You’re not completely sure the reason behind your tears, as everything seem to upset you. Yukhei’s and Seulgi’s lies, your fight with Jaemin, Jaemin’s accident, your encounter with Jaemin, it all feels like a huge drama.

Do they really lie? Or you’re just suspicious of them? Do you really meet Jaemin? Or Is he really dead? Its too much to take in, and its making you crazy.

You don’t know who you are, or who you used to be, and if it isn’t the worst thing that could happen, what else?

You yelp in surprise when you feel a cold hand gripping your arm, immediately scrambling away. It is now that you finally realize that maybe staying at Seulgi’s apartment for the night doesn’t seem too bad.

“Let go!” You desperately try to break free, but the person doesn’t let go, only tightening his grip on you.

“y/n! Calm down!”

Huh? Cautiously, you look up. All your movements stop the moment you lay your eyes at him, your arms falling to your side. You feel your eyes start to water, as your body begins to tremble.

“Jaemin.”

He releases his grip on your arm, concern written all over his face. “Are you okay? Why are you out here in the middle of the night?”

His deep, honey like voice triggers another memory, in which he lulls you to sleep on a rainy day. As you see and hear more of him, a little piece of your memories start to come back. And its makes you realize that he really is Jaemin. Hot tears spill down your face, and you find yourself unable to speak out.

“Why are you crying? Are you hurt?” He asks, scanning your body to see if there’s any open wound or bruises. When he finds none, he immediately knows its not physical. “y/n?...”

“I’m sorry.” You manage to speak out, more tears starting to spill. “I didn’t know that—They never—I’m so sorry, Jaemin.”

Although your sentence is not complete, it’s almost like Jaemin knows that you’re trying to say, and pulls you into his embrace instead. The earthy scent fills in your nostrils immediately, and you find your body relaxing at the pleasant scent. It soothes you, but the memory it triggers is only making more tears stream down your face.

You remember Jaemin pulling you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you as you catch a whiff of his freshly-washed hair, hints of patchouli and the slight amber notes making you feel warm and safe.

You close your eyes as the memory hits you, tears falling in a stream. Jaemin doesn’t say anything, gently caressing your hair. He feels his eyes getting wet as well, the sight of you crying breaking his heart. He doesn’t know why you’re crying, or why you’re apologizing, but he knows it has something to do with him.

The moment your tears start to stop, you immediately try to explain yourself. “I’m sorry, I was so blind. I should’ve known that Yukhei was-“

“No, stop.” He cuts you off, gently cupping your cheeks. “I’m the one who should apologize. I was the one at fault, not you.”

You notice the tears pooling in the corner of his eyes, and you find yourself tearing up once again. “No, Its mine. I sh-“

Your words are cut off the moment Jaemin lays his lips on your forehead, the act feels so natural that it leaves you feeling a lot better. He pulls back and smiles, although the tears are still there. “We have a lot to talk about, but i think it’s a good idea if we go somewhere safe first.”

You give him a small nod, wiping off your tears with the hem of your sweater. He stands up and offers you his hand, which you gladly take. He doesn’t say a single word, only squeezing your fingers occasionally. But its enough to remind you how natural it feels to have his hand in yours, how natural it feels to have him close to you.

♡

“Come on in.”

You step into the house, the strong earthy scent hitting you right in the face. The familiar scent of the house makes you feel safe almost immediately, your shoulders visibly relax at the first whiff of the scent.

The house is small, only consisting of one bedroom, a living room and a small kitchen. Jaemin doesn’t have a lot of furniture either, the simplicity of the house makes it more appealing to your eyes. It stuns you at how much you two share the same preferences.

However, your gaze lands on the ceiling of his bedroom, and you unconsciously walk into the room to take a closer look. Jaemin doesn’t really know what catches your attention, so he follows you to his room. When he catches you staring at the ceiling, his lips curve into a small smile.

“Its a roof window.” He says as he walks closer towards you, staring at the glass window with a small smile on his face. “So I could see the stars.”

You nod, a rather sour smile hanging on your lips. “I know. I have one too.”

Jaemin raises his eyebrow at your sudden change of mood. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like it? You used to like stars.”

“I do, and I still like them.” You gulp, looking up at him. “But we have a lot to talk about, other than the stars.”

Jaemin nods, laying down on the bed. You watch as he lies down, not knowing what to do. He then pats the spot next to him, signalling you to lie down as well, and so you do. Both of you stay quiet for a moment, staring at the dark night sky in silence.

“What else do you remember?” Jaemin breaks the silence, his voice slightly wavering. You let out a small sigh, gazing at the dark night sky. “Not much. I remember you lulling me to sleep...”

His lips curve into a smile at the beautiful moment, partly relieved that you remember it. “What else?....”

There’s a pause before you answer his question, as you try to carefully choose your words. “The fight.”

Jaemin visibly flinches when he hears you, the smile on his face vanishes in an instant. Silence fills the small room as you both try to come up with another ice breaker.

“You know,” Jaemin starts. “We used to spend hours just staring at the stars.”

You stay quiet, waiting for him to continue. He runs his fingers through his hair, a small smile hanging on his lips. “I don’t know if you remember this, but we used to lay out some mattresses on the backyard and snuggle up together while looking at the stars, talking about our dreams.”  

Just the thought of it is beautiful, and you find yourself smiling. Jaemin lets out a small sigh, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes. “I know there’s a lot of things that we have to talk about, but talking about the stars makes me feel—"

“Happy.” You finish his sentence, feeling the same exact thing whenever you look at the stars. Jaemin turns to face you, a small smile hanging on his lips. “Yes. Just like how you make me feel.”

Your heart starts to beat faster as the blood rushes to your cheeks, tinting it with deep pink hue. Jaemin chuckles when he sees your flushed cheeks, a beautiful sound that easily becomes your favorite.

“It has been quite some time since the last time I made you blush.” He smiles, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. You stay quiet at his words, trying to calm your heartbeat down. Its strangely beautiful how he could turn you into a blushing mess with just a sentence or two. You haven’t even remembered a lot about him, but the impact that he has on you is unimaginable.

“How do you find out? About us?...” Jaemin breaks the silence, his deep voice sounds heavenly in your ears. The smile on your face disappears as you remember what happened earlier, a small sigh leaving your lips. “I don’t really want to talk about it... ”

Jaemin nods, there isn’t any hint of annoyance on his tone. “Its okay, If it makes you upset then you don’t have to.”

“Can we... talk about us?” You quietly ask, turning your head to face him. “Our relationship, what was it like?”

A small smile appears on his face as he turns to face you. “Its perfect.”

Before you could reply, he quickly adds, “For us, at least.”

“How do you know I also feel the same about our relationship?” You look up at him, staring at him in wonder. Jaemin chuckles, leaning closer towards you. “Because we always talk everything out.”

“We grew up together, and we were attached to the hips. You would cry whenever I get sick, and I would do the same too. It was such an innocent time back then.” He continues, his smile getting wider as he recalls the beautiful memories that you still can’t remember. But you can visualize it, and for now its more than enough. “And then?”

Jaemin’s smile softens, his gaze lands on your cheeks. “I remember when I accidentally kissed your cheeks, back when we were still in junior high school.”

“Accidentally?” You raise your eyebrow, a small grin hanging on your lips. He let out hearty laughs as he shakes his head. “To be honest, not really.”

Laughing along with him, you feel genuinely happy and its the first time you feel such a wonderful feeling. Although you still can’t remember anything, his smile is enough to assure you that the memory really is beautiful.  

“How did we end up together?” You ask, looking up at him with wide eyes. Jaemin winces, but the grin on his face shows that he reacts in a good way. “Its really stupid and awkward, are you sure you want to hear it?”

“Certainly.” You let out a chuckle, already grinning because of his reaction. Jaemin shakes his head, the silly grin still plastered on his face. “Fine then.”

You immediately sit up and face him, an excited grin decorating your face.

“Well you ask for it.” Jaemin grins, sitting up to match your eye level. “Back in high school, I used to be friends with this guy named Jeno. You might remember him, he was pretty popular.”

You scrunch up your face as you try to remember any Jeno in your life. “Is he the one who looks like that big ass statue on Easter island?”

Jaemin breaks out into a fit of chuckles, his voice resonating in the small room. “You remember him!”

You grin, happy because you succeeded in remembering your old friend and happy because you made Jaemin laugh.

After a few moments Jaemin finally stops chuckling, his hand clutching his stomach. He then leans back against the headboard of the bed. “Well, I’ve been wanting to confess to you even before I met Jeno, but it’s hard to build up the courage. I’m not afraid of rejection, I’m afraid of what might happens after that.”

“I’m afraid that I would lose you, forever. At that time I thought I would rather continue living my normal life with you as my best friend, even if it means that I have to hide—or possibly get rid of my feelings for you.” He let out a sigh, offering you a thin smile. You then scoot closer towards him. You take a seat right next to him, your shoulders touching his. “You told me its a stupid story, not a sad one.”

“Jeno made it stupid, honestly.” He laughs, fingers reaching out to yours. “When he knew about my feelings for you, he immediately told me to confess. He told me to give you a surprise, and I was dumb enough to believe him.”

You look up a him with a small smile. “Surprises are great, though.”

“Not so great when it involves me sneaking into your room in the middle of the night while holding a huge bouquet of roses.”

“What?....”

He winces, noticing how creepy it must’ve sounded for you. “I didn’t know why I agreed either.”

“What happened then?” You ask, mildly amused. Jaemin pinches the bridge of his nose, a small embarrassed sigh comes out of his parted lips. “You hit me with an umbrella.”

“I—What?...”

Jaemin sighs, looking up at you with an embarrassed grin on his face. “It was dark, and you weren’t fully awake. It didn’t hurt, but It sure was unexpected. I don’t blame you though, I’m blaming Jeno for coming up with the idea and I’m blaming myself for agreeing with such a stupid idea.”

You let out a chuckle. “I mean, that’s pretty stupid.”

“That’s not even the dumbest part.” He quickly adds, already covering his face out of embarrassment. “After you hit me with the umbrella for a full minute you just kind of... fell asleep.”

“I... fell asleep?”

Jaemin nods, already cracking another smile. “You did.”

You cover your face in embarrassment, awkward chuckles pouring out of your lips. “That’s more embarrassing than stupid.”

“Do you remember any of it?” Jaemin asks, his tone genuine. You shake your head, disappointed in yourself for not being able to remember such precious memories. Jaemin ruffles your hair gently, a reassuring smile decorating his face. “Its okay, I’ll guide you through this.”

You nod as you move closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Well, the next day I didn’t know how to act around you because I didn’t know if you’re actually awake or not when you hit me. It was pretty awkward until you casually came to my desk, telling me how you dreamt about hitting someone with an umbrella.” He looks at you, a grin sitting on his face. “And I didn’t know how to react so I just kind of blurted out ‘Its me.’ And we both kind of just went silent.”

“That is so awkward I want to die just from imagining it.” You let out a small groan, although the grin on your face remains there. Jaemin laughs at your reaction, pulling you closer. “It wasn’t that bad!”

You scrunch up your face. “It was that bad!”

He chuckles, pressing your head against his chest. “I’m still glad that it happened, though. Having you in my life is the best thing that ever happened to me.”  

You feel the sudden urge to wrap your arms around him, and you do just that. Jaemin let out a content sigh when he feels your small arm around him, putting his hand on top of yours. After a few moments of silence, you could feel the change in the atmosphere. “What’s wrong?...”

He shakes his head, pulling you closer onto him. “Its just that.... we’ve come to my least favourite part of the story.”

You look up at him with a reassuring smile. “Its okay if you don’t want to, I’m alre—”

“No, I have to.” He cuts you off. “You deserve to know what happened.”

You can’t help but to nod in agreement, knowing that he is right and you deserve to know the real story.

“This might sound odd but the reason why all of our friends thought that I was dead its because I was declared dead for a good 7 minutes.” He says, his deep voice sounds even deeper than usual. You look up at him, confusion written all over your face. “How?”

He chuckles humorlessly. “My heart stopped beating for those minutes, but the doctor refused to give up on me. It was a miracle, really.”

“Indeed.” You quietly reply, scooting closer towards him. He notices this and intertwines your fingers together, closing the distance between your bodies. “I didn’t immediately wake up, but when I finally did i didn’t remember anything. So my parents brought me out of the country, to get a better medical treatment so i could get my memory back. I guess they didn’t tell anyone about my condition back then.”

He then takes a deep breath, the smile on his face slowly disappearing. “I remember about you, about us. That’s why I came back.”

Your heart skips when you hear his words, something that rarely happens even when Yukhei does something special for you, but happens so easily when Jaemin isn’t even trying.

“My parents thought its better to reach out to you and my friends here in Korea after I got my memories back.” He says, a brittle smile plastered on his face. You look up at him, noticing the way his voice starts to get more and more shaky. “Jaemin....”

He then takes a deep breath, glassy orbs gazing at the sky. “But it wasn’t that easy.”

“I spent months looking for you, I visited your house but it’s empty, and the neighbors said that it has been empty for quite some time. That day when we met on the train, was another miracle.” He finally turns to face you, his smile becoming more genuine. He then gently caresses your cheeks, hazel orbs gazing at you softly. “I was shocked, confused and happy at the same time. I wanted to pull you into my arms like i used to, but when I see the confusion on your face, I knew I couldn’t.”

You hide your face in the crook of his neck, unable to bring yourself up to see the pain in his eyes.

“I regret letting you go that day. I should’ve made you stay on that train. But seeing you so clueless and confused, I just couldn’t bring myself to ask you to come with me—A stranger.” He continues, cold hand caressing your hair softly. He then pulls away just so he could look at your face. He gently lifts your head up, forcing you to face him. “To be honest, I consider tonight a miracle as well.”

“Jae—“

“But what i really want to know is why were you crying? What happened?” He asks gently, eyes hooded as he gazes at you with a hint of sorrow in his orbs. You know he’s going to ask that eventually, and you don’t have any other choice but to tell the truth. “Its a long story though...”

Jaemin squeezes your finger as he offers you a warm smile.

“We have all night.”

♡

Fluttering your eyes open, you let out a small yawn as you roll over to the other side of the bed. You’re slightly surprised when a body stops you from doing so, wondering why isn’t Yukhei at work already. However, when you look a little bit closer, that sleeping figure doesn’t look anything like Yukhei.

You almost squeal in horror because of the supposedly stranger in your bed, but quickly notice that it isn’t your bed either. Looking around, you notice that its not even your room.

Oh my god where am I?? Your breath starts to quicken as you frantically search for your phone, being careful not to wake the other person up. You quickly find your phone at the night stand, connected to a charger. Huh?

“Good morning.”

You immediately turn around to face the now-awake stranger, only to see a very familiar face. You let out a relieved sigh as you remember what happened last night, letting Jaemin pulls you into his embrace. “You fell asleep mid-story last night—Just like you always do.”

His voice sounds deeper, and a little bit hoarse from the deep sleep. You find yourself smiling, such a rare thing to happen in the early mornings. “I’m sorry, I was exhausted.”

“Its okay, you looked adorable.” He sighs contently as he snuggles closer, his lips curving up into a smile. You haven’t remembered a lot of things about him nor your relationship, much to your dismay. But you’ve noticed the way your body relaxes just at the sound of his voice, you’ve noticed how easy it is for him to make you blush, you’ve noticed how your body reacts to him being by your side. You think it as a sign. A sign that this is where you truly belong, In his arms.

You want to stay like this forever, safe and sound in Jaemin’s embrace, but you know that life doesn’t work that way. You let out a sigh as you cover your face with your palms. Jaemin tries to pry off your fingers, concern obvious in his tone. “What’s wrong?”

“What about Yukhei?” You look up at him, trying to look for answers. Jaemin knows what Yukhei did, and he isn’t happy about it. You had to calm him down last night when you told him what happened the day that you first woke up.

Hearing Yukhei’s name, He scrunches up his face, visibly upset. But he stays quiet, as if he’s actually trying to think of a rational solution. You find his hand and intertwine your fingers together, squeezing it gently. “To be fair, he has been treating me well these past years.”

“I know.” Jaemin replies softly. “That’s why i’m trying to think of the best solution.”

You don’t want to lose him, ever again, but you don’t want to hurt Yukhei either. Yukhei has done terrible things both to you and Jaemin, but he treats you well when Jaemin couldn’t. On the other side, you haven’t remembered everything about Jaemin and your relationship in the past, but it feels so right to have him by your side. You know your heart longs for Jaemin but you couldn’t just ditch Yukhei like that.

“Does this count as cheating?” You whisper, voice barely audible. Jaemin shakes his head, squeezing your hand in his. “Technically, no. I was still your boyfriend when he one-sidedly declared himself as your boyfriend.”

You nod as a reply, not knowing what to respond.

“I think what matters is your feelings right now.” He adds, cupping your face with his hands. He presses his forehead against yours, the tip of your noses bumping slightly. “If you want to be with him then its okay, I will be fine. After all, I was the one who left you—in a way.”

The smile he has on is genuine, but it doesn’t represent happiness or some sort. Seeing him smile in such a painful way hurts you, almost to the point of crying. You gently shake your head, letting out a sigh. “To be honest, I still can’t remember a lot about you and our past...”

Jaemin shuts his eyes tightly as he prepares himself for the worst.

“But I want to be with you.” You whisper, hiding your flushing cheeks in the crook of his neck.

Jaemin pulls back abruptly, eyes wide. But then his gaze softens, a hint of grief in his hazel orbs. “Are you sure? I’m basically a stranger to you.”

You could hear the pain in his tone, as if he doesn’t actually want to say those words but has to. But he has a point. Although he used to be your lover, at this point he’s a stranger in your newly started life.

Gently reaching out to swipe his bangs off his eyes, you offer him a small smile. “Funny, because I never feel so safe around strangers before.”

Jaemin let out a sigh, putting his hand on top of yours. “I’m serious, y/n. What if you hate me, or my personality? Or my living style, my hobbies?”

“Jaemin, you were my boyfriend before. What makes you think I won’t love you like i used to?” You trace his facial feature with your finger softly, familiarizing yourself. “And technically we’ve really never broken up.”

Jaemin sighs, leaning into your gentle touch. “Because this is different. Its like a new blank page, and what if the result is different? Anything could happen, and you could easily—”

His words are cut off the moment you lay your lips on his cheeks, leaving him stunned. His eyes widen for a moment, not expecting you to do that.

“I’ve fallen in love with you before, and even though I don’t know why and how, I’m sure I will fall back in love with you in no time.” Your lips curve into a genuine smile, as you brush the tip of your noses together. “And to be honest, I think I’ve already started.”

Jaemin stays still for a moment, but the corner of his lips start to lift into a smile. He pushes his body up, supporting his weight with his elbows. He leans closer and presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. He then lifts your face by the chin, sheepish smiles decorating both of your faces.

“I love you so much.” He whispers, sighing contently. Your heart beats faster, and you find yourself blushing even though there’s nothing to be embarrassed for. You don’t know what to say, tripping over your own words.

Jaemin smiles softly. “Its okay. You don’t have to say it back just yet. Don’t force yourself. I just want to make sure you know that i love you.”

“I know.” You whisper as a reply, cheeks flaming in embarrassment. Jaemin doesn’t reply, instead he pulls you closer, so close that your body is pressed against his. “I miss this.”

“I still can’t remember a lot but i must admit this feels very nice.” You admit, snuggling closer to prove your point. Jaemin chuckles heartily, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead. You sigh contently at the feeling of his lips against your skin. “You must’ve done this a lot.”

Jaemin pulls back slightly just so he could look at you. “What do you mean?”

“I remember some memories because of certain things, like the smell of your shampoo, it triggers a specific memory. But you’ve kissed me at least 3 times since last night and I still can’t remember a specific memory attached to it, So I’d figure you must’ve done this to me a lot.” You quietly reply, suddenly feeling shy about the topic that you bring up yourself. Jaemin hums as a reply, his hand pulling you closer against his body. “That’s because I haven’t done the real thing yet.”

“What real th—”  

Your words are cut off the moment Jaemin lays his lips on yours, the contrast between his chapped lips and your smooth ones is making you feel light-headed. Your eyes flutter shut as the kiss deepens, his lips moving in sync with yours, molding perfectly against each other.

Your eyes slowly open when he pulls away, breaking the kiss that you’ve grown to love in just a matter of second. Jaemin looks at you with a gentle gaze, a small smile decorating his face. “Does it bring back any memories?”

“No, actually.” You answer him honestly, chuckling quietly. Jaemin hums, the smile still sitting on his face. “Don’t worry, though.”

You look at him with wonder, eyebrows raising ever so slightly. Jaemin leans closer as the corner of his lips lift into a playful grin.

“We have all the time that we need to try again.”

[mittensmorgul]

Hello, I'm sorry to bother - I'm just so, so confused about the "swapping lines" thing in Slumber Party? I don't remember/know which lines were swapped for what? I see a lot of post about how awful it was and all, but I cannot for the life of me remember and i tried searching but i'm just confused as fuck. So... I guess my question is - which lines were swapped for what?

Aah, I should probably put some sort of handy multi-purpose reference post together for this anyway… :P

To start with, this episode was written by Robbie Thompson, who in other episodes encourages us to read between the lines, literally having Metatron look directly into the camera in 9.18 to ask us what makes a story… the text, the subtext… He wrote this scene exactly as it should’ve played out. For background’s sake, Dean, Charlie, and Sam are gathered in Sam’s room and watching Game of Thrones. Dean and Charlie are reclining on Sam’s bed, and Sam’s sitting in his desk chair. They’ve already commented about how “not homey” Sam’s room is, highlighting the fact that Sam doesn’t see his room as “his room,” but just another place to sleep. This was directly contrasted with just how comfortable Dean has grown with considering the bunker “home.”

“There’s no place like home,” I mean…

This was a big theme in this episode, and so was the theme of how stories work in general (via the “real” Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz books as an expositional mirror for Sam and Dean and the fact that their lives have also been made into a book series…), and it’s a wonderful statement on fiction vs reality vs interpretation, which SHOULD’VE aligned Dean with Charlie, as the rest of the episode aligned Sam with Dorothy… but swapping these lines, where Dean was intended to speak Sam’s lines and vice versa:

CHARLIE: Oh, you have no idea. Wait until he –SAM: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! S-spoilers. I haven’t read all the books yet.DEAN: You’re gonna read the books?SAM: Yes, Dean. I like to read books – you know, the ones without pictures.

UNDERMINED THE ENTIRE POINT. This wasn’t about Sam mocking Dean for not reading, IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAN GENTLY TEASING SAM FOR THE FACT THAT ///DEAN DOES READ///, because Dean genuinely ENJOYS his “nerdier” hobbies.

It’s not even just that tiny bit of a joke that was ruined here ^^ but it literally flipped the table on the entire rest of the subtext of the entire episode.

How 9.04 is about stories and interpretation (written back during s11):

http://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/144781961120/i-was-just-scanning-through-904-for-something

Lizbob’s rewatch notes on the episode go into much more detail here:

https://elizabethrobertajones.tumblr.com/post/147262152477/9x04-rewatch-or-once-i-had-to-learn-somewhere

and you know what? After reading it again for the first time in nearly two years, Imma just copy/paste Lizbob’s conclusions here for easy reference:

Actually you know what – I was going to just ignore this since Robbie eventually fixed it by forcing a scenario where they couldn’t swap the lines and have it still make sense, but it just bothers me that Dean is sounding surprised that Sam is going to do something nerdy like read some books, even though he KNOWS Sam does stuff like that. I don’t mean to pull Buckleming on them since it’s not like they’re shining beacons of good characterisation and I suspect a fair few other times J2 change lines around a bit are Bucklemming episodes and they are doing us a favour, but literally from 9x03, less than 15 minutes of non-stop watching time ago:

DEANWhat are you talking about? I don’t see half of the nerdy stuff that you do. It doesn’t mean that you don’t do nerdy stuff.

Telling us that SAM does nerdy stuff is completely pointless as it’s such a well-established character trait since the start that people would naturally expect him to be bookish… (but at least using an anvil-heavy Buckleming line makes my point :P)

It’s much more interesting having a moment where Dean expresses interest in actually reading the books after watching the show and getting invested (and probably wanting to find out more – let’s be real, Charlie probably made at least one of those obnoxious comments people like me who read the books before watching the majority of the show make like “oh the books go into so much more detail about this” “oh you find out all about this side character if you just read the books” “blah blah I know more about this fictional universe than you blaaaah”)…

Like, he’s made literary references enough times we know he reads books… Having a moment where he strongly admits to doing so says a lot more than him just teasing Sam for being a nerd, which he’s been doing the entire show. Charlie especially has already been used heavily to get Dean to open up and embrace stuff he likes and be more comfortable being nerdy, so this scene could have been used to just give us a liiittle bit more good positive characterisation in that direction season 8 was opening Dean up in… Although I do think he was also starting to shut down again already even towards the end of season 8 so maybe it was a call on Dean’s comfort level of being that open? I don’t feel like in the setting of this exact scene it makes much sense for Dean to be THAT defensive though.

*grumbles pointlessly into the night*

Yeah, they done screwed up.

(fyi, the scene Robbie “forced” them into delivering their lines the right way around was the Aesop scene in 11.04, in case you wanted to see how this scene ^^ SHOULD’VE read)

Basically, the way Jensen and Jared “fixed” this scene just makes Sam look like a preachy dick (which is is not), and makes Dean look like an insufferable idiot (which he is not). They thought it was “funnier” this way. It is not. :P

(and the WORST bit of it is FOUR YEARS of everyone pointing at this decision and doing a bit of patting themselves on the back for how great they did… while continuing to miss the point)

I know there’s a lot more posts out there than this that detail it further, but I didn’t actually start figuring out the value of a consistent tagging system until like… Season 10. :P

Sorry I just wanted this all collected up in one place for reference purposes, because it comes back up every time Singer mentions it. :P

[dutchpagan]

Ogham - an introduction

So I may be Dutch, but there's interesting things to learn from all over the world and from all kinds of cultures. I've always had a love of the Irish ogham letters - probably since they're strongly connected to popular Celtic paganism, and to tree lore. Here's an introduction to the Ogham I wrote some years ago, that I think is still pretty accurate. Please let me know if you've any comments or questions!

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History About ten years ago I came across a book called Celtic Tree Mysteries by Steve Blamires. Now, I’m interested in Celtic stuff, and I love tree and mysteries, so this was the right book for me. Through this book (which in my humble opinion is quite a good start if you want to learn more about this subject) I learned about the Ogham alphabet. This early medieval Irish alphabet has become quite popular in modern Celtic Pagan and Druid circles, mostly as a means of divination, but also for other magical purposes.

As I said, the alphabet is early medieval Irish. It might have been developed when the first Christians came to Ireland and brought the concept of writing with them, but there is no actual proof of that. We have about 400 known inscriptions on stones, most of them names. The functions of these stones is unclear, but most researchers are of the opinion that they mark borders. Other uses of Ogham have been found in manuscripts, and these provide more insight.

Contemporary information on the Ogham is sparse; what has been written about it can be read in high medieval and late medieval manuscripts. These manuscripts are: The Book of Leinster (12th century) The Book of Ballymote (1391) The Book of Lecan (1416)

These manuscripts refer to older sources: The Scholar’s Primer, The Values of the Forfeda and the Book of Ogham. The Scholar’s Primer says that Ogham was only to be used by learned men – would they be monks or druids? The act of reading and writing was very elite in the early Middle Ages, so we can be sure that the average Irish farmer wouldn’t have been very familiar with Ogham.

The exact origin of Ogham isn’t known, but there some interesting myths and stories have been written down. In one of the manuscripts we find a legend about the origin of the Ogham: it was developed by Fenius Farsaidh, with the help of Goidel Mac Etheoir and Iar Mac Nema and a whole host of scholars. After the destruction of the Biblical Tower of Babel, Fenius went to search for the letters all over the world that together would make the most perfect language. Each letter was named after a linguist who best devoted his time to this task. Note that ‘Gaelic’ or ‘Goidelic’ (the name of the Irish language) comes from Goidel Mac Etheoir, one of the scholars that developed Ogham.

Apart from this legend, another link has been made by modern scholars with the Celtic Irish god Ogma, who may be compared to the Celtic Gallic god Ogmios. The names of these gods seem connected to Ogham (which, by the way, means something like ‘idea’ or ‘notion’). The Romans liked to compare foreign gods with their own gods and they dubbed Ogmios the ‘Celtic Hercules’, or at least an older version of their Hercules. According to these Roman sources, Ogmios was depicted as an old but strong man with one end of a chain through his tongue, the other end being attached to the ears of an eager public. This has been explained as the power of eloquence, or the power of words, in which the strength of this god lies. There is no direct connection between Ogham and Ogma/Ogmios, but could there be a divine element to the development of Ogham, keeping this part of mythology in mind?

Purpose and meaning The ancient Celts were mostly an illiterate people. It was the Roman world, and Christianity after that, that brought the written word to those parts in Europe that apparently had no use for it before. This is also the reason why we use the letters we have today instead of systems like the Ogham. Our letters are derived from Roman scripture, and more directly from the letters in medieval manuscripts (especially those made under Charlemagne). To be honest, Ogham isn’t a very practical script – so what was it used for?

Based on where the Ogham has been found, it appears that this alphabet had a few specific uses. First of all, as has already been noted above, Ogham has been found on standing stones, or monoliths. They are said to mark borders, and by doing that they also marked someone’s property. This might also be the reason why mostly names and short phrases (‘of the clan of x’, etc.) are found on these stones, instead of actual texts. There could also be some cryptic message in all this, since not many people were actually able to read Ogham, even in that time – but as far as I know this has been lost. Ogham that has been found in manuscripts seems to have a different function. It has mostly the purpose of learning, remembering and making connections.

But there are also certain stories in which the Ogham has a more magical purpose. From these old sagas we learn that Ogham was not only written down on stone, but also on wood. This is a material that doesn’t last, so there is no physical evidence, but it seems plausible that this was actually done in reality. There is even one instance where Ogham is written on metal. In the Book of Leinster we find an medieval legend in which an Ogham text on an iron ring around a stone says: ‘Whoever comes to this meadow, if he is armed, he is forbidden to leave this meadow without requesting single combat.’ The only thing stopping someone from simply leaving the meadow without a fight is the text itself – therefore it must hold some magical power. The semi-divine hero Cú Chulainn has another solution; he throws the stone away, with ring and all. In another instance, Cu Chulainn gives a small wooden spear to the king of Alba (Scotland) inscribed with Ogham – it says that the king is allowed to take Cú Chulainn’s seat at the court of Ulster.

There is slight evidence of the use of Ogham as divination in Irish myth, and this is what Ogham is used for today by many Celtic Pagans and Druids. In an Irish legend, a druid writes down Ogham letters on yew sticks and then uses them for divination, but it gives no further details.   Nowadays, what is most popular is to make a branch for every letter and then use this set of branches in several ways. This can be done by blindly drawing one or several sticks and then interpret the meaning of the letter(s). Another way is to throw the branches on ‘Finn’s Window’ (based on the round diagram that can be seen on the parchment page from the Book of Ballymote here depicted) and draw a meaning from how the branches fall.

The technical details So, after reading all this, you’re probably wondering what this Ogham alphabet actually looks like. I’m not a linguist, but I’ll give you an outlining that’ll hopefully give you more insight. The Ogham Alphabet doesn’t have the sort of letters that we are familiar with. Its essence is lines; smaller lines that are placed in a series across a longer line. Ogham can be found on standing stones, where this line goes from bottom to top (and from top to bottom on the other side) . It can also be found in parchment manuscripts, where it goes from left to right. The notches on the long line, the actual letters, are called feda, which means ‘wood’. Is this just a figural way of speaking, since the long vertical line on a stone with the notches on each side does sort of look like a tree?  Or is there more behind this? I don’t know this – then again, I can’t actually read Old Irish, excepts for the few words that are needed to understand the Ogham alphabet, so perhaps someone else can help me out here. On to the letters and their order:

B  L  F  S  N  H  D  T  C  Q  M G  nG St R A  O  U  E  I  EA  Oi  Ui  iO  AE

That makes 25 letters, of which the last five letters (the so called forfeda) were added at later times – so it appears the oldest version of Ogham had twenty letters.

Keeping these twenty letters in mind, there are four families/series, or aicmí (plural of aicme), that each contain five letters: Aicme Beithe, Aicme hÚatha, Aicme Muine, and Aicme Ailme. Note also that a neat quarter of these letters is a vowel and three quarters exits of consonants.

There is some confusion about the order of the first five letters. In many texts it says BLFSN, but in some other text it says BLNFS. As far as I know, it was Robert Graves in his famous book The White Goddess, who used the sequence of BLNFS first. This has probably to do with the poetic and mythological value he added to each letter, and also with his introduction of the so-called Ogham Tree Calendar. [The tree calendar gives a certain period or time of the year for each letter, e.g. 24 December – 20 January for Beithe. This is a strictly modern invention, though that shouldn’t say everything about its value.] The White Goddess has had a huge influence on many modern pagan and witchcraft traditions, and I think that it’s from this source that the BLNFS-sequence has seeped into the modern use of the Ogham alphabet. However, it seems that more historically authentic sources stick to BLFSN, so that’s the sequence I’m sticking with, too.

Some note about individual letters: iO was original P – for some reason this letter was replaced in later times, leaving the alphabet without a proper P-sound. AE was originally X or CH.

The ‘Tree Alphabet’ So what about the name ‘tree alphabet’? Actually, the Ogham was also a bird alphabet, colour alphabet, river alphabet, etc. It appears that there were many systems that were used for remembering the letters of the Ogham alphabet. Of all these systems (several hundreds, they say), the tree system has been most popular since early times. So, every letter got a tree attached to it, and by memorizing the trees, one was able to memorize the letters. A mnemonic aid of some sorts. Then again, we can’t rule out a deeper, perhaps even magical, meaning for using such a system.

The meaning of the letters connected to the trees was further developed in the uses of kennings, or phrases, known as the Bríatharogham. Three of these lists are known: Bríatharogham Morainn Mac Moín (who was a human judge) Bríatharogham Mac Oengus (god) Bríatharogham Cú Chulainn (semi-divine hero, we’ve already noted him in connection to the Ogham) The translations of these kennings can be found below, under each individual letter.

The separate letters

Beithe Literal meaning: birch, (a) being Letter: B Tree: birch (beithe) Book of Ballymote: Now Beithe has been named from the Birch owing to its resemblance to the trunk of that tree. Of withered trunk, fair-haired the Birch. Word Ogham of Morainn: Faded trunk and fair hair/withered foot with fine hair. Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: Browed beauty, worthy of pursuit/beauty of the eyebrow. Word Ogham of Oengus: Most silver of skin/greyest of skin.

Luis Literal meaning: flame, herb Letter: L Tree: rowan (caertheand) Book of Ballymote: Luis is named from Mountain Ash (caertheand) as it is the old Gaelic name for rowan. [Delightful] for eyes is Mountain Ash owing to the beauty of its berries. Word Ogham of Morainn: Delight of eye, quicken-tree; to whit, the flame/luster of the eye. Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: Strength of cattle/sustenance of cattle. Word Ogham of Oengus: Friend of cattle.

Fearn Literal meaning: alder Letter: F Tree: alder (fearn) Book of Ballymote: Fearn, Alder, the van of the warrior band for thereof are the shields. Word Ogham of Morainn: Shield of warrior bands, owing to their redness/vanguard of warriors. Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: Protection of the heart, a shield/protection of the heart. Word Ogham of Oengus: Guarding of milk, or milk bucket/milk container.

Saille Literal meaning: willow Letter: S Tree: Willow (saille) Book of Ballymote: Tthe colour of a lifeless one that is, it has no colour, owing to the resemblance of the colour to a dead person. Word Ogham of Morainn: Hue of the lifeless/pallor of a lifeless one. Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: Beginning of loss, willow/beginning of honey. Word Ogham of Oengus: Strength of bees/sustenance of bees.

Nion Literal meaning: branch fork, loft Letter: N Tree: ash (uinnius) Book of Ballymote: Nion, Ash-tree, a check on peace is Nion for of it are made the spear-shafts by which the peace is broken. Word Ogham of Morainn: Checking of peace/establishing of peace. Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: Flight of beauty, a weaver’s beam/boast of beauty. Word Ogham of Oengus: The flight of women/boast of women.

hUuath Literal meaning: horror, fear Letter: (silent) H Tree: white thorn Book of Ballymote: A meet of hounds is Huath (whitethorn), or because it is formidable owing to its thorns. Word Ogham of Morainn: Pack of wolves/assembly of pack of hounds. Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: Difficult night, hawthorn/most difficult at night. Word Ogham of Oengus: Whitening of face/blanching of faces.

Duir Literal meaning: oak Letter: D Tree: oak (duir) Book of Ballymote: Duir, Oak, higher than bushes is an oak. Word Ogham of Morainn: highest of bushes/highest tree Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: Kneeling work, bright and shining work/most carved of craftmanship Word Ogham of Oengus: Craft work/handicraft of a craftsmanship.

Tinne Literal meaning: metal bar, ingot. Letter: T Tree: holly (cuileand) Book of ballymote: A third of a wheel is Tinne, because holly is one of the three timbers of the chariot wheel. Word Ogham of Morainn: Third of a wheel/one of three parts of a wheel. Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: A third of weapons, an iron bar/one of three parts of a weapon. Word Ogham of Oengus: Fires of coal/marrow of (char)coal.

Coll Literal meaning: hazel Letter: C Tree: hazel (coll) Book of Ballymote: Coll, that is everyone is eating of its nuts. Word Ogham of Morainn: Fairest of trees/fairest tree. Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: Sweetest of woods, a nut/sweetest tree. Word Ogham of Oengus: Friend of cracking/friend of nutshells

Quert Literal meaning: bush Letter: Q Tree: apple (aball) Book of Ballymote: Shelter of a wild hind is is Quert, that is, an apple tree. Word Ogham of Morainn: Shelter of a hind, lunatic or death/sense [the time when a lunatic’s sense comes back to him]/shelter of a lunatic. Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: Excellent emblem, protection/dregs of clothing. Word Ogham of Oengus: Force of a man/substance of an insignificant person.

Muin Literal meaning: not certain – neck, ruse/trick, love/esteem Letter: M Tree: vine (finemhain) Book of Ballymote: Highest of beauty is Muin, that is, because it grows aloft. That is, a vine-tree. Word Ogham of Morainn: Highest of beauty, strongest of effort, Muin equals back of man or ox for it is they in existence that are strongest as regards effort./strongest in exertion. Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: Pack of wolves with spears, three vines/path of the voice. Word Ogham of Oengus: The condition of slaughter/proverb of slaughter.

Gort Literal meaning: field (as in: garden) Letter: G Tree: ivy (edind) Book of Ballymote: Gort, that is ivy, greener than pastures is ivy. Word Ogham of Morainn: Greenest of pastures, sweeter than grasses, due to associations with corn fields/sweetest grass. Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: Pleasing oil, corn/sating of multitudes. Word Ogham of Oengus: Size of a warrior/suitable place for cows.

nGetal Literal meaning: slaying Letter: nG Tree: broom (cilcach) Book of Ballymote: nGetal, broom or fern, a physician’s strength is broom. Word Ogham of Morainn: A physician’s strength, panacea equals broom/sustenance of a leech. Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: beginning of heroic deeds, healing/beginning of slaying. Word Ogham of Oengus: Robe of physicians/raiment of physicians.

Straiph, Literal meaning: sulphur Letter: St Tree: blackthorn (draighin) Book of Ballymote: The hedge of a stream is straiph, that is, blackthorn. Word Ogham of Morainn: Careful effort, strongest of red, straiph equals sloe which gives strong red dye on metal/strongest reddening (dye). Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: An arrow’s mist, smoke drifting up from the fire/seeking of clouds. Word Ogham of Oengus: Increasing of secrets/increase of secrets.

Ruis Literal meaning: red Letter: R Tree: elder (trom) Book of Ballymote: The redness of shame is Ruis, that is, elder. Word Ogham of Morainn: intensest of blushes, it I reddening of a man’s face through the juice of the herb being rubbed on it/most intense blushing. Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: Arduous anger, punishment/glow of anger. Word Ogham of Oengus: redness of faces/reddening of faces.

Ailm Literal meaning: pine (?) Letter: A Tree: fir or pine Book of Ballymote: Ailm, a fir tree, a pine tree. Word Ogham of Morainn: Loudest of groanings, that is, wondering. Ailm or A for that is what a man says while groaning in disease or wonder/loudest groan. Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: Beginning of the weaver’s beams, ahh/beginning of calling. Word Ogham of Oengus: Beginning of answers/beginning of an answer.

Onn Literal meaning: ash-tree Letter: O Tree: furze (aiten) Book of Ballymote: Onn that is furze. Word Ogham of Morainn: Helper of horses, wheels of a chariot, equally wounding; whin/wounder of horses. Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: Strength of warriors, fierceness/[equipment]  of warriorbands. Word Ogham of Oengus: Gentlest of work/smoothest of craftsmanship.

Ur Literal meaning: earth, clay, soil Letter: U Tree: heather (fraech) Book of Ballymote: Ur, that is heath. Word Ogham of Morainn: Terrible tribe, in cold dwellings; mould of the earth, or heath/in cold dwellings. Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: Completion of lifelessness, the grave/shroud of a lifeless one. Word Ogham of Oengus: Growing of plants/propagation of plants.

Edhad Literal meaning: unknown Letter: E Tree: aspen (crithach) Book of Ballymote: Horrible grief, that is, test tree or aspen. Word Ogham of Morainn: Distinguished man or wood/discerning tree. Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: Kinsman to the birch, aspen/brother of birch (?) Word Ogham of Oengus: Additional name for a friend/exchange of friends.

Idhad Literal meaning: yew-tree (?) Letter: I Tree: yew (idhad) Book of Ballymote: Yew. Word Ogham of Morainn: Oldest of woods, service tree, yes/oldest tree Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: strength or colour of a sick man, people or an age/energy of an infirm person. Word Ogham of Oengus: Abuse for an ancestor or pleasing consent/fairest of the ancients.

Ebad Literal meaning: unknown Letter: EA Tree: apsen (critchach) Word Ogham of Morainn: Fair-swimming letter. Word Ogham of Cú Chulainn: Fairest fish. Word Ogham of Oengus: [admonishing?] of an infirm person.

Óir Literal meaning: gold Letter: OI Tree: spindle-tree or ivy (feorus, edind) Word Ogham of Morainn: Most venerable substance. Word Ogham of Oengus: Splendour of form.

Uillen Literal meaning: elbow Letter: UI Tree: honeysuckle (edleand) Word Ogham of Morainn: Fragnant tree. Word Ogham of Oengus: Great elbow/cubit.

Iphín Literal meaning: spine, thorn (?) Letter: IO Tree: gooseberry or thorn (spinan, ispin) Word Ogham of Morainn: Sweetest tree. Word Ogham of Oengus: Mostwonderful taste.

Emancholl Literal meaning: twin of hazel Letter: AE Word Ogham of Morainn: Groan of a sick person. Word Ogham of Oengus: Groan of a sick person

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Shackled News and a bit more

Howdy, folks. 

EDIT: I just posted the last chapter of Shackled!!!!!!!!!. I wanted to thank everyone for their lovely comments and reblogs. Everyone has been so very encouraging and excited, and it’s been fantastic, I gotta say.

Now that Shackled is finished, I will begin posting another multi- chapter Supernatural story. Please, if you’d like, take a minute to look over the preview below. If you’d like to be added to my Long Haul (everything) tag list or you’d like to be placed on the Walk Me Home list, let me know, and I will adjust accordingly. Again, thank you so much for sticking with the story, jumping in on the story, just hanging out with me and the story. Y’all are the best. 

Walk Me Home

Summary: Twenty-four years ago, Kimberly Harper met a boy who changed the course of her entire life before up and leaving one night. She spent years moving past the memories, building a stable, satisfying career as professor of folklore and mythology at the local university. Then the accidents start, and she’s forced to seek help among her hunter contacts. All it takes is a knock on her office door to send Kimber’s carefully built emotional walls crumbling to the ground.

Featuring: Teen Winchesters, high school romance, reunions, misunderstandings, high intensity emotional turmoil, Dean’s love of pie, Dean being adorable, Sam being adorable and maybe a bit nosy eventually, much group adorkable-ness, show-style investigation, mention of our favorite werewolf, gratuitous and obvious love of fall, DID I MENTION ROMANCE, fluff, smut, tension. I had fun writing it, so I hope you’ll have fun reading it. Trying to keep preview shorter, so I promise huge shoutouts to EVERYONE who helped me SO MUCH with this story.

Inspired by P!nk’s song “Walk Me Home”

Story Warnings (None of these apply to preview): Show level violence, show level parental neglect (let’s not John bash, I’m just saying), show-style witchcraft, show-level mental manipulation, stalking, bit of angst, sexual content (higher than show level),swearing, general yearning

Chapter 1 Preview

A firm tap on the door of her office makes Kimberly’s head snap up. She blinks, her eyes unable to focus quickly after looking up from her computer screen. She remembers she’s wearing her reading glasses, and slips them off her nose, letting them dangle from the chain around her neck.

“Dr. Harper? Could I take a few minutes of your time?”

“Yes, I…” Her eyes finally focus on her visitor, and the room is suddenly devoid of oxygen. “Dean? Is it...really?”

“Kimber?” 

The astonished man framed in the doorway is a far cry from the brash, charming boy she met in a different life, but she’d know him anywhere. Time has been more than kind to Dean Winchester, and Kimberly has to admit some things really do get better with age.

Which is saying a lot, considering.

“God, no one’s called me that since high school.” She stands and takes a couple of measured steps around her desk. Seeing him unexpectedly like this after so much time leaves her physically and emotionally off-balance, but the smile she offers him is genuine. “You’re a helluva sight for sore eyes. It’s been a while.”

Dean recovers from his shock quickly, crossing the small room in a few quick strides, and sweeps her into a hug. She’s engulfed in his presence, not just his physical stature (she does not remember him being this tall or broad or...solid) but also the scent and feel that is absolutely Dean. She feels a shock of vertigo as memories and emotions she’d long laid to rest all vie for immediate attention.

It hits them simultaneously that they’ve embraced for a few moments longer than necessary, and they disentangle with sheepish smiles.

“What are...no, I’m sorry, I’m being rude. Have a seat!” A lop-sided smile pulls at Dean’s lips, and suddenly she’s seventeen again, trying desperately to keep her cool as she finally gets to talk to the handsome, mysterious new kid. Warmth floods every cell of her body, and she comes dangerously close to giggling. 

“Coffee?” she offers, forgetting most of her hard-earned vocabulary in the face of her teenage dream.

“Always.”

...

The last time she’d seen Dean Winchester, his father was burning holes in his elder son’s back from the driver’s seat of his precious Impala. He glowered at Dean and Kimber, impatiently drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as the teenagers stumbled through their good-byes. Dean’s younger brother sat, slump-shouldered and defeated in the back seat, resigned to yet another relocation.

“Don’t forget my number,” Kimberly murmured, her palms sliding over his jaw, fingers threading into his close-cropped hair, and they both knew she meant, “Don’t forget me.”

“I couldn’t if I tried, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice breaking on the last word. He cleared his throat, trying to turn away before she could see any weakness.

“Don’t,” she said, holding his face firmly. “If this is all I get of you, don’t even take that much from me.”

Five blissful weeks they’d had before Dean’s father concluded his mysterious business in the area. Five weeks since she’d begun tutoring Dean in AP American History; an absolute sham, she had realized exactly five minutes into their first session. Dean may not have been caught up on the exact dates and details of what they were covering in class, but once he set eyes on the material, even she had a hard time keeping pace with his reasoning.

“Just wanted to talk to you alone,” he’d admitted that afternoon, his olive eyes sparkling. He flashed her what had to be an award-winning half-grin, showing a glimpse of perfect, dazzling white teeth and the merest touch of uncertain vulnerability. 

“Does that usually work on girls?” she asked, genuinely curious. He had to practice that expression in the mirror; it was too perfect to be natural. His face lit up as his smile spread, his cheeks gaining the faintest hint of pink. In that one moment, Kimber realized she’d lived her entire life under an overcast sky, and now the clouds had parted. His smile was the sun on her face for the first time, dazzling and vital, and she soaked it in with dizzy abandon.

“Why, is it working on you?”

“Yeah, it, um, it really is.”

They spent the next month or so getting to know each other as only kids can, when everything is new, the absolute pinnacle of priority and passion. They studied each other as fervently as they should have studied for midterms. Explaining how the Age of Enlightenment influenced the American Revolution was a complete waste of time next to finding out that the beautiful, smooth-talking, tough-as-nails Dean Winchester was actually ticklish.

Dean told her the most amazing stories, which she only learned were true after he and his family disappeared. She caught him up in history enough for the teacher to get off his back, and in return he showed her how to get rid of unwanted physical attention with minimal risk on her part.

Dean wasn’t her first kiss, but he wiped the memory of every other fumbling embrace from her mind with a searing permanence. Some nights they snuck out to the tree house in her backyard, and some nights she snuck him into her room. He would never take her out to any of the famous local make-out spots, though; he said they were too dangerous and just begging for trouble. 

She knew better than to argue with him when he got “that look” on his face, spoke to her in “that tone.” It took many years and some hard experiences of her own, but she did eventually learn that he’d been protecting her from so much more than she ever could have understood at that point in her life.

She found herself in awe of the sheer amount of wisdom contained in such a carefree, often goofy package. That they were chronologically the same age, almost to the month, was irrelevant; Dean Winchester had lived far beyond his years, and it showed.

And then one night, he’d arrived on her doorstep in the middle of dinner, asked if she could come outside for a minute. When he told her he was leaving, she knew he wasn’t joking. He’d warned her it would happen this way, that he had no idea how long they’d be in town, but she’d always imagined that future as some vague, misty destination, like “graduation” or “college.” Definitely going to happen, but not anytime soon, so might as well relax and enjoy things while you could.

“I…” But she couldn’t say it, not yet. She wanted to, had read so many novels and seen all the movies. It was the thing to say, and half her friends had already proclaimed their hearts belonging to various celebrities and hot guys around school. But staring into Dean’s eyes, so much older than they should be, she knew better than to throw that word out so lightly, carelessly.

“Yeah,” he sighed. His eyelids dropped, shoulders heaved once, and when he met her gaze again, that smooth front of cool confidence had slid back in place. “I know, sweetheart. Me, too.”

He kissed her then, despite his father’s glowering, despite her parents’ astonished looks from between the living room curtains. His hands were tight on her waist, and she raised up on her toes, pulling his face just a little closer. 

They pulled apart after a long moment, eyes locked, and she kissed him one last time, chastely, savoring the plush of his velvet-soft lips against hers. 

Then she let him go, and he went. There was nothing else they could do.

She hugged herself against the chill autumn night, ignoring the first dashes of icy rain that stung her bare arms as she watched the black Impala turn a corner and disappear.

She didn’t see him again for nearly two and a half decades. When he knocked on her office door, asking for Dr. Harper, the years melted away. She felt the sting of the rain, the chill of the night he’d left, and for a long moment, all she could do was stare.

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Now you all know how I feel about ACCUSATIONS. Even if I don’t like them HE IS STILL INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY NO IF ANDS OR BUTS PERIOD!

However MULTIPLE accusers ain’t a good look. So if that said on with the shit show.

ScreenJunkies, the home of “Honest Trailers,” suspended Andy Signore, creator of the popular online series, after multiple women came forward accusing him of sexual misconduct.

“We have been conducting a thorough investigation into allegations made against Andy Signore and are preparing to respond to those allegations and take appropriate action. Given the additional statements that were made today, we feel it is necessary to suspend Andy’s employment while we continue our investigation.  We will take all necessary action once the investigation is fully complete,” Defy Media, owner of ScreenJunkies, said in a statement Friday.

Signore has not responded to a request for comment.

One woman, April O’Donnell, a ScreenJunkies fan from Wisconsin, told TheWrap that Signore tried to sexually assault her repeatedly, and threatened to get her boyfriend, Joshua Tapia, fired from his job at ScreenJunkies if she spoke out. She said she and two other women went to the ScreenJunkies human resources department in July to complain about Signore.

Another woman, Emma Bowers, said that when she worked as an intern for Signore, he came across pin-up photos she had done in the past and wrote to her about “jacking it to you in your undies!” Signore then asked Bowers to come

over so he could do that in person.

“You can read a book for all I care,” she quoted him saying.

Bowers added that her interactions with Signore killed her interest in pursuing a career in costume design — the field where she hoped her internship might lead.

“So yeh, it’s not just Weinstein,” she wrote, referencing Hollywood titan Harvey Weinstein, the subject of a bombshell New York Times expose about his history of payouts to women who accused him of sexual misconduct. “I wish I’d fought more, wish I’d screencapped his messages, but I was young, scared, and dumb. So I didn’t. Girls in Hollywood get taken advantage of so much. I just want people to believe me when I say this happened.”

Another woman, Devin Murphy, tweeted “DM’s and an email he sent to me that scares me.” In the DMs, he repeatedly urges her to dress up in a costume.

Signore’s Honest Trailers pokes fun at popular movie and TV trailers. In the past, the series has skewed films like “Ghostbusters,” “The Mummy” and “Logan.” It launched in 2012 and its YouTube page has amassed over 157 million views. Screen Junkies, the channel that hosts Honest Trailers, has over 6.2 million subscribers. Signore is also the creator of Screen Junkies and the SVP of Content at Defy Media.

SO I GUESS THIS IS AN HONORARY MENTION BUT IT DON’T LOOK GOOD.

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home to such dishonored alumni such as mr.  Christopher ( KIDDY PORN) John Goldberg.

In 2016, the vocal progressive and male feminist stepped down from his position as editor-in-chief of the Alamo Drafthouse-owned publication Birth.Movies.Death following allegations of sexual assault and multiple instances of sexual harassment.

According to the report, Goldberg had 53 pornographic images of small children between the ages of 4 and 14 years of age on his mobile phone. Additional images and video were also found on his home computer.

MATT HICKEY

Matt Hickey was an anti-Gamergate journalist who accused the movement of being “future rapists”. In fact, here’s his exact quote:

“#GamerGate is a bunch of women-hating future rapists!”

Matt is now facing 3 rape charges from women who allege that Matt sexually assaulted them. Matt has also been sued by an attorney general for running a fake porn agency scam. He set up a fake amateur porn organization and then tricked women into having sex with him, who thought they were auditioning for a porn video:

Anti-#GamerGate journalist Matt Hickey is not only facing multiple counts of rape charges in the state of Washington, but he’s also being sued by the Attorney General’s Office in Washington on consumer protection grounds. The suit came up after the Attorney General Bob Ferguson had the case brought forward where it was discovered that Hickey had been running his fraudulent porn recruitment agency for more than a decade in order to trick women into sleeping with him.

DEVIN FARACI

Devin was an editor in chief and writer for Birth.Movies.Death who stated that “The losers in #GamerGate are mad at women because women want nothing to do with them!”. You can read his article about Gamergate HERE.

Excerpt from the article:

Arguing with these people (Gamergate) has been eye-opening. A lot of these kids – and they are, without a doubt, largely kids – are simply ignorant. They don’t understand the world, and that includes everything from how gaming websites work to how people interact as adult, sexual humans….. They’re outsiders, losers, weirdos and freaks. And most of them aren’t just male, they’re white males…… They do it because they have been raised in a world where women are not humans but prizes, and so they can’t see them as individuals…..

Matt stepped down as editor in chief of Birth.Movies.Death in October of last year, after several women came forward to accuse him of sexually assaulting them:

The accusations surfaced on Twitter after Faraci shared his views on video tapes of Donald Trump bragging to “Access Hollywood” host Billy Bush about groping women. The movie blogger tweeted that he was “terrified” of the Republican presidential nominee and labeled his running mate, Mike Pence, an “ideological monster.” Faraci’s condemnation was widely retweeted, but one woman took issue with his statements, tweeting under the handle @spacecrone, “quick question:  do you remember grabbing me by the p—y and bragging to our friends about it, telling them to smell your fingers?”Other women offered their own stories of Faraci’s inappropriate behavior. He did not deny @spacecrone‘s accusations, tweeting, “I can only believe you and beg forgiveness for having been so vile.”Alamo Drafthouse Cinemas owns Birth.Movies.Death, which offers up casting stories, reviews, and trailers for cinephiles. The company declined to comment. In an exchange with Variety, @spacecrone said that Alamo Drafthouse founder Tim League spoke with her about her allegations and was “empathetic.”

Robert Marmolejo

Robert was a member of Zoe Quinn’s “crash overide network”, which was intended to fight against Gamergate and other forms of “online harassment”- in reality, the members of this group harassed more people that they people they were supposedly fighting against.

Robert, who commented on Gamergate last year, saying “we need to take action against #GamerGate and the ideology that spawned it!”, has been accused of rape by at least 20 women:

A male feminist deeply involved in Zoe Quinn’s Twitter-partnered “anti-harassment” organization, Crash Override Network, has been accused of harassing, stalking, and abusing female victims, in a series of tweets and leaked chat logs from the organization’s supporters….. Robert Marmolejo, who is reported to have helped manage Crash Override’s social media accounts, allegedly used his position and connections to abuse around twenty women online….Marmolejo, who was previously an active anti-GamerGate activist, and had repeatedly labelled conservative actor Adam Baldwin, and YouTubers TotalBiscuit and Sargon of Akkad as “misogynistic”, “sexist”, and “anti-woman,” deactivated his Twitter account after a series of apologetic tweets confessing to having “f**ed up.”Anti-GamerGate web developer, “Internet Abuse Specialist”, and feminist Izzy Galvez, who also happened to have been a member of the secret Crash Override group, tweeted on Saturday to confirm the allegations.“If you’re catching up: Over 20 women have come forward & revealed that Rob/UnseenPerfidy had sexually harassed them over DMs, Skype, etc” announced Galvez.

Jamie Killstein

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Jamie is a male Feminist American writer, radio host, and stand up comic who accused Gamergate of being about sexism, instead of ethics in journalism.

Jamie was booted from his podcast last month, after several claims of him sexually abusing women were brought forward.

Comedian and lauded male feminist Jamie Kilstein has departed the podcast he co-hosts amid allegations of manipulation and abuse from multiple women.On Monday morning, liberal independent podcast Citizen Radio and its co-host Allison Kilkenny announced that Kilstein would be leaving the program. Later that day, however, Kilkenny clarified that Kilstein’s departure from the podcast was a result of allegations of him preying upon, manipulating, and emotionally abusing women.In a Facebook post slightly detailing the decision, Kilkenny, who is also Kilstein’s ex-wife, wrote that “murmurs” of Kilstein’s abuse lingered in the past, but because of anonymity, she was “never able to learn the full scope of what happened.”That was until a few days ago, Kilkenny wrote, when “one of the women” who came forward was someone who had worked for the podcast, though she doesn’t mention how many women came forward initially. Kilkenny wrote that she asked Kilstein to leave the show, seek therapy, and apologize publicly. She said he has declined to do the latter, so she decided to clarify the situation in the post instead.“Without making this about me, I want you all to know I’m furious, crushed, and horrified by all of this. I always believed Citizen Radio was a genuinely safe space, and I’m trying to make it that way again,” Kilkenny wrote. “I’m so, so sorry for letting anyone down.”

Juan M. Thompson

Juan Thompson is a former writer for The Intercept who was later fired for fabricating and publishing fake stories. Juan wrote an article for the Intercept in 2015 accusing Gamergate of being a hateful group that threatens violence against “marginalized groups”.

He was later arrested by the F.B.I for making bomb threats against 8 Jewish community centers. The except below is taken from his Wikipedia page:

Thompson was arrested by the FBI in March 2017 for allegedly making bomb threats against at least eight Jewish community centers in the U.S. According to officials, Thompson phoned in and emailed many of the threats under his ex-girlfriend’s name within the preceding two months, in an effort to frame her. Thompson also allegedly made at least one threat under his own name, under the pretense that his ex-girlfriend was framing him. He had also emailed the Anti-Defamation League in his own name in late February, pointing to his ex-girlfriend as the perpetrator of all of the bomb threats.

Leland Yee

Leland is a former democratic senator of California who made a career of attacking violent video games and blaming them for youth violence. In 2005 after the Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas ‘Hot Coffee’ mod was unearthed, Yee passed two California assembly bills that restricted the sale of mature video games to those under the age of 18 and where these games could be advertised.

Leland, who accused gamers of “violence against women”, was also a big fan of Anita Sarkeesian, who he described as “courageous”.

I commend Anita Sarkeesian for her willingness and courage to take on this important issue. For far too long, the video game industry has glorified violence against women and often depicted female characters as nothing more than sex objects. Such sexism is unacceptable and teaches our kids the wrong lessons. Those who have criticized Ms. Sarkeesian with such offensive comments should be ashamed. It is time for the industry to stop perpetuating stereotypes and further demeaning women.

Leland Yee was sentenced to jail on Wednesday, Feb. 24, 2016, to five years in prison by a federal judge for weapons trafficking (ironic). Someone who dedicated his life to complaining about violent video games is literally responsible for putting deadly weapons in the hands of bad people.

Here’s an except from a Washington Post article about Leland’s sentencing.

Yee served as a state senator and was plotting a secretary of state campaign when his political visions were curtailed by a federal indictment in March 2014. The arrest swept Yee and his associate Keith Jackson, 51, up in charges alongside some of the city’s most notorious characters, notable among them Chinatown gangster Raymond “Shrimp Boy” Chow.This Wednesday, Yee received a five-year prison sentence for accepting bribes and trafficking in arms. After initially denying culpability, Yee pleaded guilty to the charges last summer. These acts were discovered by undercover federal agents investigating organized crime in San Francisco’s Chinatown. Jackson, a former school board president who helped Yee facilitate the bribes, received a nine-year sentence.

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