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youralternantpersonality · 4 years ago

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The Note

Paul x Reader: The Note

Anon request: Hey! so I just wanted to do a request. [Paul: He finds reader lost and cold in the forest.] and (if you can) [Embry: Reader was part of Victoria’s army and he imprints with her while they're fighting.] Thanks! I just love your stories.

Warning/Authors Note: Just know, the reader has curly hair but your hair color. Mentions having anxiety and indirectly saying depression. Also, I feel like it is necessary that I post in hopes that it takes other's minds off of everything that is going on. I know it doesn't do too much, but I hope it helps and does enough.

Embry’s request can be found here

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Stupid Janie, stupid Daniel, they can go fuck themsel-

“Fuck!” I said, falling. I scratched the palm of my hands to catch myself. I look back, and I can hear those cheating bastards calling for me.

“Y/n! Come back!” Janie said.

“Babe! Come on! Where are you!?” Danie called. Ha, yeah, right, like I’m about to go anywhere near you guys. I hurry up and continue walking towards my house. I cannot believe what I just witnessed. My “best friend” and my now ex-boyfriend were fucking! Are you fucking kidding me!

“Y/n! We can explain! Please come on, girlie!” Janie said. Really bitch! Why should I? How could you? I knew I should’ve listened to that note in my locker. A few weeks ago, I received a mysterious message in my locker saying,

Don’t trust Janie and Daniel.

They used to date and still see each other now behind your back.

Please end it with them both! Save yourself.

Whoever wrote it had horrible penmanship, but I should’ve listened. I saw the signs, the way they glanced at each other not long after Daniel and I started dating. Daniel always tried to include himself when Janie and I wanted a girls day and how he “conveniently” shows up. Fuck! I’m an idiot. And not only was I an idiot for not listening to the note, but I was also stupid because I was so caught up in my thoughts that I am currently lost.

I can hear Janie and Daniel from a distance where I should’ve turned to and try to follow their voices. Not long afterward, I find myself lost again! I stopped hearing their screams about 10 minutes ago, and I’m scared. There’s supposed to be a storm, and it’s already getting dark.

I look around to see if I notice any sign of familiarity, but I find nothing. I stop and close my eyes as the adrenaline rush I had earlier declined, and I lost it. I slide down a tree to the left of me and cry. I can’t believe I thought they both cared about me. When I first moved here last year, Janie quickly searched me out and befriended me. At the time, she always talked about an ex that she loved, but it never worked out. Had I known that ex was Daniel, this whole mess would’ve never happened. I now wonder how long this fiasco has been going on. Right after we got together. Must’ve been at the point where Janie said she was over him. The hoe! Now, here I am, lost in the forest, in need of bandages for my hands and knees. Suddenly, a light drizzle comes down. Encouraging me to get up and run out of the forest. Or at least attempt to.

As I’m rushing, I feel someone or something following me. I look around and see nothing due to it getting darker and darker. I try to go faster without tripping, but my clothes start getting heavier and heavier as the rain gets harder and harder. I tripped again, and as I was trying to get up, I hear a branch break next to me. I freeze and take small shallow breaths as I slowly lay down on the floor to blend in as much as possible with the ground.

“Y/n?” I plop open to see Paul. He was a grade older than me, but we shared history and gym together. I usually see him around Jared and Embry at school. What the hell is he doing here?

“Paul?!” I say, trying to get up. Without asking, he lifts me up with ease and carries me out of the woods.

“What the hell are you doing all the way out here? You could’ve gotten yourself killed! Don’t you know how dangerous the woods are? There was a band from coming in here for a reason.” He says in a low, angry voice. I roll my eyes and grab onto him tighter when he jumps down from a small step.

“I didn’t intentionally get lost in here. I…saw something, and I was trying to get away from it. I got lost along the way on accident.” I said in a low, quiet voice. He stops to look at me and signs.

“Okay. I’m taking you to a friend of mine house where you can get cleaned up. Then, you’re calling your parents and telling me what happened.” I nodded my head and laid my head on his shoulder. I didn’t realize how scared and tired I was until Paul stopped again and held me closer to him.

“Hey, it's okay. There’s no need to cry, my love. You’re okay now, I promise. Nothing or no one is going to hurt you again. I promise.” Paul says calmly in my ear. I didn’t realize that I was crying. With it raining and his body warm enough to dry my clothes, I’m shocked I didn’t acknowledge it. I just nodded my head, and I couldn’t stop myself.

“I caught them,” I said quietly.

“I know I saw it.” I look up at him.

“What?”

“I saw. I saw you run out of that bastard's place crying, and I saw them run after you with barely anything on. it wasn’t hard to put two and two together.” I hid my face even more and cried. This is fucking embarrassing. To not only have someone witness this shit but to witness it and then tell you they did was worse.

“I should have listened to the note. Someone put a note in my locker, telling me to leave them alone. I should’ve listened! Had I listened, I wouldn’t be lost in the woods crying and wouldn’t need anyone to save me.” I look at him. “You know, whoever put that note in my locker, I should say I’m sorry for not listening, and thank you for warning me. Hell, I might even bake them something!” I leaned more against Paul’s shoulder. He shrugs and says,

“No need for apologies, beautiful. You’re very much welcome, and I like peanut butter chocolate chip cookies and banana nut muffins the most. Better yet, can I have both?” He asked, nonchalant. I turn to look at him.

“What did you just say?” Making sure I heard right.

“I said, you don’t need to apologize; I’m happy that I can help, and I like peanut butter chocolate chip cookies and banana nut muffins.” He says, looking at me. I snap out of it when I hear the loud thunder, and Paul gets back to moving.

“YOU sent me that note? Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Would you have listened?”

“Yes.” He gives me a look that said, ‘we both know you’re lying.’ “Okay, I see your point. But why? Why did you warn me?” he didn’t say anything. He looked ahead and ignored me.

“We’re here. Emily and Sam know you’re here. And by the way, don’t stare at Emily. Sam hates that.” he said in a monotone voice. I looked towards where he was staring and saw a small house with windchimes and plants. We step inside, and I am immediately consumed with warmth and the smell of banana nut muffins. A woman, who I assume is Emily, rushes over with towels to lay on the floor and wrap me up.

“Oh, thank god you found her. Come on, Y/n, let's get you cleaned up.” I take off my muddy shoes and follow Emily into the bathroom.

“Sorry for the weird introduction, but I’m Emily. Here are some clothes to change into. Just put your clothes in this bag and come on out.” I nod and smile, and she closes the door. I look at myself in the mirror and shake my head. My eyes are puffy, and my mascara is running. I grab the washcloth and wash my makeup off and try to get it off her towel. I strip my clothes and place them in the bag. I take down my hair and scrunch it up gently with the towel to get the excess water out of it, then proceed to dry my body off. I put on the oversized sweater and sweats, and some socks that I can tell were new. I place everything in the bag and double-check myself. I look decent enough, and I head outside.

When I step out into the main area, Emily, Paul, and I assume Sam, were waiting for me. Emily comes towards me, grabs my hand, and leads me to the kitchen where she laid vegetable soup and a roll for me.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do this.” She looked at me and smile,

“It is no problem, Y/n. How are you feeling?” she asked; I smiled.

“I’m okay. Nothing I can get through.” She gives me a sad smile and nods her head. I feel a rush of heat next to me and look over to see Paul. He rests his arm around the back of my chair and plays with my hair.

“You have dirt in your hair.” Emily throws a bun at him.

“Really, Paul?” he shrugs his shoulders and smiles slightly, making Y/n smile back. Emily walks out of the room, shaking her head.

“Thank you for saving me out there. Probably would’ve still been stuck out there too.” I said, playing with my untouched soup. He shrugs again and continues playing with my hair.

“I’d do it every day if I have to. Just don’t make me, deal?” he says, looking at her with a grin. She nods her head and smiles. Then ask,

“You never answered my question.” He stops twirling my hair and looks at me, takes a deep breath, and shrugs his shoulders again,

“Eat.” I proceeded to do so, “I didn’t want to see someone as sweet as you get hurt by a bastard like Daniel. You don’t deserve to be with someone who would hurt you. You deserve a man who would take your feelings into consideration, love you unconditionally, and be by your side. Someone who will always look at you, go to you, and never give anyone else the time of day. You deserve love and constant assurance that you guys are okay to lessen your anxiety. To brighten up your hard days. To make you happy, smile, and laugh all the time.” He hesitates and looks at me while I wait for him to finish. I give him a smile of encouragement, and he continues with less skepticism and more confidence. “I can promise that I would be there 99% of the time, but give 100% of me to you.”

“Really? Me?” I whisper with a smile. I think back on the first time I saw Paul. It was my first day last year, and I was lost. I looked for someone to help me find my way, and I tapped on the friendliest face I could see.

One year ago: The first day of Sophomore year

“Excuse me, do you know where room 1135 is at?” I say to one of the tall men of the group.

“Oh yeah! It's right around the corner on the left, three doors down, and it’s going to be on the left. You’re the new girl, right?” The guys say in which another responded.

“No shit Embry. Why else would she be asking for direction?”

“You never know. She could’ve been a regular student here and has amnesia.”

“I have to agree with Quil on that one,” Embry said.

“How are we related?”

“Ask Jacob, Jared. It was his great-great-whatever grandfather's seed.”

“And on that note, I’m going to leave. Thanks, Embry?” he nods, and as I turn to leave, I run into an even larger man.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” I say as he catches me. I look up, and I see who I now know is Paul. I look up at him, and he seems pissed, but before he could say anything, he looked at me and stopped before anything could come out of his mouth.

“Oh shit!” laughs, Jared.

“No fucking way.” –Quil

“You owe me $20.”—Embry.

“Fuck!” –Quil and Jared say together. I turn to look at them and step away from a shocked Paul.

“Um, thanks for the directions and catching me. Sorry for running into you. Bye, guys.” I said, walking around Paul to hurry and get to class.

Present-day: Emily’s house.

“Yes, you.” He smiles and continues, “how about this? I know it might feel too soon for you, but what if I take you out on a date. A real date. I know you just broke up with-”

“Yes,” I say without a problem. He looks at me, surprised.

“Yes?”

“Yes. Daniel and I were ending after that note. I started to put away the rose-colored glasses and see what was going on. I just needed proof of everything, and, well, I saw it.” I said. Thinking back on it but clearing it out my head to look at Paul. He had the cheekiest smile, his smile that shows his tiny dimples.

“Well, if that’s the case, I definitely deserve those treats.”

“Oh my god.” I laughed and tossed a piece of my bread at him, which he easily caught in his mouth. Now, this relationship is something I could count on being real and true

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nc7dr3am · 4 years ago

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LILY’s BIRTHDAY PARTY VLIVE

december 1st, 2020

you know the drill for nct dream birthday parties

they’re all at the long table, there’s balloons that spell “happy birthday lily” behind them

and they all have party hats (except jimin) and snacks and the cake on the table

jimin is seated in the middle, mark to her right, then chenji

to her left is renjun, hyuck, and then nomin

jimin: hiii czennies!!

and the rest of the boys do their shit yknow greeting the fans

hyuck: it’s our jimin’s birthday!!

and all the guys cheer but it’s so loud that jimin plugs her ears and wrinkles her face

hyuck: i remember when she was just a tiny baby :’)

jaemin: she’s grown so much :(

jeno: she used to be even shorter when we met her

renjun: even back then, we were all taller than her

jimin: today, i will be opening my members presents in front of czennies- we can all celebrate my birthday together!! sadly, mila unnie wasn’t able to though :(

chenle: mila noona got her an electric violin

mark: it’s so cool, seriously. and she played misfit on it as soon as she got it

hyuck: i was so shocked- she just knew it already without preparing

jisung: our jimin is talented~~

jimin: it wasn’t hard! i plan to cover dancing in the rain soon, since i helped compose it

a minute later, they start with the gift, youngest to oldest

jisung hands her a single card and everyone laughs

renjun: where’s your present?

jeno: ah, you know he’s always like this

jimin: *trying not to laugh* shh, let me read the car

jisung is just hiding his head in his hands, and the others and laughing quietly

jimin: ‘jimin... noona...’ ahhh, i hate being called that, this sounds so awkward?? anyway, ‘you’ve came a long way. it’s okay that you have grey hairs-‘ jisung!! WHY WOULD YOU TELL CZENNIES THAT

renjun then leans over while they’re all laughing and tries to count her grey hairs that actually exist. girlie’s got premature greyness 😔

jimin: ‘it’s okay that you have grey hairs and are grumpy a lot. you’re just becoming an old woman... but we still love you. happy birthday, from jisung’ you’re dying later tonight, jisung park. say goodbye to czennies now while you have the chance

once they settle down a little, chenle hands her his gift

mark: is there not a card?

chenle: she doesn’t need one

everyone’s laughing again and mark’s is super loud and cute and lily smiles while looking at him

jimin: let’s see what’s inside

everyone is looking over curiously

jisung: i already know what he’s gotten her. he wanted it to be the most expensive gift

jimin: you dummy, i don’t need- OH MY GOD

she’s holding a light grey purse and her mouth is gaped open

jeno: what is it?

yknow when they’re all confused and making those confused noises? yeah they’re all doing that

jimin: YOU SERIOUSLY GOT ME A GIVENCHY ANTIGONA PURSE?? THEYRE TOO EXPENSIVE

chenle: i know grey is your favorite color, so i got that~~

hyuck: HES TOO RICH

renjun: HE HAD TO OUTDO US ALL

jaemin: HE DIDNT EVEN HAVE A CARD

jimin: thank you so much, lele!!

and then she stands to hug him while he’s dolphin laughing

chenle: honestly, your purses all break and are too cheap... this one is supposed to be sturdy and hold a lot without breaking

hyuck: it’s funny when they break at the airport

jimin: shut up... jaemin oppa?

jaemin passes her a card and she freezes suddenly

jimin: will this make me cry? your cards are always so touching

jaemin: just readdd

chenle: she’s going to cry, i know it

jimin: ‘our lovely jimin’ WAHHH THIS IS GOING TO MAKE ME CRY

renjun: just read, it’s okay!

jimin: ‘watching you grow up has been so strange. when i met you, you were such a baby. you were someone i wanted to protect, and you still are. you’re my little sister, and it’s been an honor to grow up with you, to perform with you, and be part of your family. you’re our most precious member, and i love you so much. let’s be together for a long time. happy birthday, koala.’

she was tearing up durinf the letter and you could hear it in her voice but at the end she began to cry more and covered her hands with her eyes as the others slightly malfunction cuz they don’t know what to DO

jaemin: don’t cry, jimin-ah!!

hyuck: get her a tissue! it’s okay~~

mark: *in english* hey, it’s okay! don’t cry, lils *puts his arm around her*

chenle: i told you she would cry

renjun: *helps to dry her eyes with his sleeves*

jeno: jaemin, why did you do this??

jisung: open the present, stop crying!!

^^ and all of those are just kinda all at once it’s so chaotic

jimin: *laughing* it’s okay, i just love you. oppa, give me a huggg

soon she’s opening his gift and she gives a great big smile

jimin: i was going to buy this myself!

jaemin: i had to get it for you~~

she holds up a new camera and even though her eyes are still a little teary she looks so happy

jimin: manager noona, can you help set this up? i want to take a picture with everyone after this!!

soon it’s time for hyuck’s gift, and she’s trying not to laugh as she opens the card

jimin: i’m most excited for this card...

when she opens it she LAUGHS and she shows it to mark who laughs even more

the others all clamor to see it and CACKLE when they do. she holds it up to the camera

the card just has all of hyuck’s recent pcs in it and says ‘you’re welcome for this card which has made your birthday wonderful’

jimin: donghyuck oppa, i love you so much. you’re the love of my life

hyuck: 😳 stop lying, stupid girl

she’s already opening his gift and laughs when she sees it. it’s noise cancelling headphones

hyuck: you were yelling at us recently that we were being too loud and you wished your noise cancelling headphones werent broken

jimin: i usually only use my earbuds, but these are so nice!! are they wireless??

hyuck: yeah, since you never use airpods i thought this was the closest you’d go

jimin: thank you oppa!! i love you so much

hyuck: i love you too

when she opens jeno’s card she grins

jimin: *in english* ‘little lilly,’ *in korean* ‘happy birthday. it’s been so many years since we met, and you’re still as special as you were then. stop growing so that you can be our baby koala forever. love you, jeno’

they all applaud, and jimin is pouting

jimin: i’m only you and jaemin’s baby, stop acting like i’ll be a baby forever!

jisung: taeyong hyung says that you’re his baby too

jimin: okay. i’m only nomin and taeyong oppa’s baby

jeno gives her a large gift bag and she pulls out some blankets

jimin: ahhhh, thank you oppa!! these are so soft!! i love blankets!!

jeno: keep looking, there’s something else~~

jimin: *gasps* l’interdit?! omo, i’ve wanted to try this for so long!! you all know i love givenchy... doyoung oppa got me givenchy sneakers today

mark: it smells really good

jimin: ?! did you all try it already?

chenji starts laughing and then it’s OBVIOUS what happened

jeno: we wanted to test it!!

jimin: *sprays it on herself* ooo, it does smell quite nice. thank you, oppa, i really love it

renjun: after you read the card, i have to go get the present

jimin: ?!

mark: is it too big for the room?

jeno: huh?

renjun: just read, jimin-ah~~

jimin: ‘jimin, i still remember when we met. you looked so scared in the practice rooms, but you still smiled at us all. i’m happy we see that smile every day, even when you’re feeling bad. happy birthday, jiminnie, we love you’ awwwh, junnie oppa... thank you

she leans on him, smiling

renjun: you’re welcome. but let me get the gift

hyuck: i don’t know what it is, does anyone?

no one knows what it is, but they’re even more suspicious when a manager leaves with him.

renjun, from a distance: cover her eyes!!

mark scoots closer to her and covers her eyes, making her pout

jimin: i want to seeeee

and then all the dreamies GASP which has her freaking out

jimin: what is it?! mark, let me go, i want to see!!

when she does see, her eyes go wide.

jimin: woahhh...

when it gets brought in, even all the fans watching are like O_O

renjun’s gift is... a huge floral arrangement with... WHITE LILLIES

LIKE THE INSTAGRAM POST MYSTERY

jimin: these are gorgeous... thank you, oppa

he hugs her, smiling

renjun: you really like them?

jimin: of course i do! you know white lillies are my favorite... and the daisies and leaves are gorgeous

hyuck: we should put them behind the table, so everyone can see them

jaemin: those are really pretty, renjun

jisung: woahhh

chenle: mark hyung looks upset- that’ll be hard to follow LMAO

hyuck: *smug* i think his will be good...

mark looks embarrassed handing her the card and starts to LAUGH

jimin: *in english* ‘lils, i hope the day has been better than every other one. i don’t wanna be weird and write as long a letter as i planned, so i’ll just shorten it. you’re one of the funniest, most talented people i’ve ever met, and i knew that even when we were little, shy trainees. i’m happy about all the time we’ve spent together and all the time we will have in the future, performing and growing by each other’s sides. happy birthday, m.l.’

at that point everyone is clowning mark because he got sentimental and sweet and mark and lily BOTH feel embarrassed-ish

jimin: thank you, markie oppa. it means a lot

mark: LMAO you’re welcome... it was nothing

hyuck: open your gift!!

he throws her a small box and she quirks an eyebrow

jimin: what, no puzzle? or an empty picture frame?

hyuck: what about a bible?

renjun: or an english dictionary?

mark: ahhhh. why are you all being like this

hyuck: don’t worry, jimin-ah, you’ll like this...

she opens the present and is met with a light blue tiffany’s box

jimin: no way. this is a joke. you didn’t get me anything from tiffany’s

mark: just open it!!

jimin: *opens it and just stares for a while*

and all the guys are wondering what’s in it and they’re all like woah.

jimin: oh my god mark

mark: do you like it?

jimin: of COURSE i do oh my god

she holds up a necklace with three charms on it. one that looked like a tag and another that was an ornate key and then a sagittarius charm. she’s smiling so big

mark: look at the other side, i got it engraved

jimin: ‘happy birthday, lils. m.l.’ oppa this is so gorgeous... help me put it on?

she lifted her hair and he fastened the clasp

hyuck: i told him to get you jewelry but he thought this up himself. i was surprised

everyone started to agree because mark is horrible at giving gifts

jaemin: it’s so pretty!

mark: haha i’m glad you like it

jimin: i absolutely love it! i cant believe it- i hoped you’d be the one person who didn’t spend much money on me. you know i hate people spending money on me

renjun: you deserve it, though

mark: it was nothing... i was just scared you wouldn’t like it

she gives mark a hug from the side, eyes closed and head on his chest

they all talked a bit more, the guys taking a bunch of the snacks, before they sang happy birthday to her and served cake

jimin: thank you guys, really... it means so much

jeno: you know we all love you

chenle: totally

he tHEN SMASHED JIMIN’S CAKE INTO HER FACE AND THEIR MANAGER SNAPS A PHOTO ON HER NEW CAMERA AS SOON AS IT HAPPENS

jimin: ZHONG CHENLE-

chenle already started running, but before chasing him, jimin says goodbye to czennies

then the rest of them closed the live

#na jimin #na lily #nct addition #nct dream addition #nct dream oc #nct oc #kpop addition #kpop oc #nct 22nd member #nct dream 8th member

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chickensarentcheap · 5 years ago

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Sanctuary - Chapter 8

Warnings: slight language, domestic Tyler (is that really a bad thing?)

Tagging: @valkyrie-of-the-light, @c-a-v-a-l-r-y, @alievans007, @innerpaperexpertcloud

“You know, sometimes it is still weird seeing you like this,” Ovi remarks, as he sits at the kitchen table with Declan standing on his lap; tiny hands tightly gripping his shoulders as surprisingly strong little legs dig into his thighs as the baby bounces up and down.

“Like what?” Tyler’s at the stove, making lunch for himself, Ovi, and the twins. The girls have gone out for the day; hair cuts, manicures and pedicures, lunch. Millie was in one of her ‘ girly girl’ moods when she woke up. Pulling on a princess dress over her pyjamas, donning that plastic tiara, ordering her brothers to refer to her as ‘your highness’.

“Extra,” Esme had said. “She’s a little bit extra today.”

After five years he’d thought he’d have the being a girl dad gig under control. He’d (somewhat) mastered the pig tails and braids and the ridiculously small elastics used to hold them together, gotten used to the splashes of pink in every room and the glitter that seemed to magically appear on rugs and couches and nearly every other available surface. But the moods. And the sass. Going from sweet and loving to she devil in the blink of an eye. Boys are easier. He can relate to them. They didn’t have the up and down emotional swings and weren’t nearly as mouthy. They were either running at full speed ahead or were down and out. There was none of this guessing what would set them off. Was the good-natured teasing going to make them cry or laugh hysterically? They didn’t come to the breakfast table with the biggest bitch vibe because they felt as if someone spoke too harshly or looked at them the wrong way.

Testosterone was running rampant in that house, but there were days the women clearly had the upper hand and the guys just had to tow the line or there’d be hell to pay. He’d long ago learned to pick his battles. Especially with his wife. A well placed ‘yes, babe’ or a smile and a nod during an argument over stupid shit could avoid being banished to the couch for an indeterminate amount of time.

And that was ninety percent of their fights. Dumb shit that just escalates into something bigger; both ferociously stubborn and neither willing to admit defeat. The other ten percent was over the job. Other his growing obsession with feeling as if he had to prove something to other people. And to himself. Nearly losing his life in Dhaka and the months of recovery had taken their toll. Especially on his mental health. He saw his struggles as a sign of weakness. He hated that she’d seen him at his most vulnerable. That he’d had to surrender his control over his life and everything in it. In turn, she thought he was being ridiculous.

“That’s what people do when they love each other, Tyler. They take care of one another. No matter what that entails. You don’t abandon someone because they need you to help with things. Who cares if I had to help you get to the bathroom some days? I’d do it again. In a heartbeat. What’s going to happen if I ever get sick? Or if when I’m old and gray you have to do things like that for me? Are you just going to say fuck you and the past forty years and just walk away?”

He had tried arguing that that was different. She was his wife. And it was his job as a husband to take care of. Not the other way around.

“Fuck your stereotypes, Tyler. Can you not just stow your damn stupid foolish pride long enough to let me love you?”

They’d never had that argument again.

“This side of you,” Ovi says, as the baby grabs at his ears and nose. “The domestic one. Sometimes I just remember the other side, know what I mean?”

“That’s a side no one should have to remember, mate.”

It was a side he didn’t even like to think about at times. While the brutality and the killings were for the most part justified, there were times he’d come home after a mission and look at himself in the mirror and the reality of what he’d done would hit him. And he’d feel sick; disgusted with the knowledge that he was capable of doing the things he could and not even think twice about it.

“It just seems weird,” Ovi says. “To see you one way and then you see this way.”

Tyler smirks. “What? You didn’t think I knew how to cook or do laundry? I wasn’t always a bachelor living in a shack. I did have a wife before the one I have now. And now I’ve got four little humans to help keep alive, so I best be doing my part,” he loudly wraps his knuckles against the widow above the sink, waving the twins inside when they glance towards the house. Having to help strip them of muddy rain boots and dirty jackets, scrubbing hands and faces in the kitchen sink before they can even think about sitting down. Arguments ensuing over who gets to sit beside Ovi; he is their older brother in their eyes, and they’ve been seeing him less and less now that he has a woman in his life.

“I like when it’s just us,” TJ announces, after everyone is settled and digging into their plates of food. “All boys!”

“I miss mommy though,” Tanner admits. He definitely is a momma’s boy. He wears his enormous heart on his sleeve when it comes to his mother; sticking close by her side at all times, always willing to help her out when she is doing things around the house, requesting to tag along whenever she went into town to run errands. As far as he’s concerned, mommy can do no wrong and is the one who hung the moon and the stars. Even now he has tears in his eyes, not liking the realization that she isn’t close by. “Maybe I can call her.”

“She’s out with your sister,” Tyler reaches out and tousles his son’s hair. “Girls day. Give Millie a chance to spend some alone time with her, okay?”

He totally understands where the kid is coming from. There’s not a second that goes by when he’s on the job that he isn’t missing home and wishing he could be there. Where he’s missing the way she smiles at him, or the way she runs her hands through his hair, or even just the sound of her voice. Or how when he’d lie awake beside her and watch her as she slept; listening to her breathe and thinking about how much he’d miss her if suddenly she wasn’t there anymore.

Those were the thoughts he hated the most. That what if’s. What if something happened and he was left alone with four children to raise? What if she got tired of him always being away and being addicted to the job and she took off with the kids? What if she woke up one day and realized all along what a mistake it was to get mixed up with him in Dhaka? He never brought those things up to her. Most of his demons she was aware of and helped him battle. Others he kept to himself.

“Why do you care so much?” he can hear Gaspar’s voice plain as day. “Why are you holding on so tight to some girl you just met? Save yourself, Tyler. Get rid of the kid, take your part of the ten million, and just ditch the girl in the street. Save yourself a lot of heartache.”

He’d thought of attempting to explain it to him. How that ‘girl’ had come into his life when he’d least expected it and had shown him what it was like to feel alive again. That she’d managed to begin the dismantling of the walls he’d built up around himself and was reminding him what it felt like to be wanted. That she didn’t give a fuck about his past and vice versa and he was feeling confident that things would lead to something more.

There was no way he was just leaving her in the goddamn street.

Instead he’d just told his old friend that it was none of his business. He didn’t need to know what was going on and Tyler sure as hell didn’t owe him an explanation.

“Just don’t come crying to me when she destroys you. Because she will. You’re already putting your all into this and for what? Because you like getting your dick wet and keeping your bed warm? This won’t end well, Tyler. Trust me. Two broken people can not and do not make a whole. They just make a mess of things.”

Five years have come and gone since that conversation. Since Gaspar had betrayed him and tried to kill him. And since Ovi turned the tables on the man and took his life. Sometimes Tyler wishes that Gaspar was still around solely so he could spite him, that he could sit him down at the kitchen table and make him look at the beautiful little faces gathered there. See how their eyes sparkle when they smile and hear their laughs. These tiny beings made up from the very best parts of their mother and father. Who know they’re loved without question and live in a house where they see love and respect between the two people who’d come together and created them.

Maybe things had started out in a less than perfect way.

But what they had now was perfect for them.

****

“So this girl…” he address Ovi, as they lounge together on the front porch; the baby spread along his thighs as he drinks a bottle of milk, an eye on the twins as they play together on an old tire swing dangling from the branch of a towering willow. “...you see her again last night?”

The kid nods.

“You spend the night or…?”

“No. I came home. This time I didn’t lose my key. I still feel horrible about that. I didn’t mean to scare anyone.”

“You realize how close I came to shooting you, yeah? I thought someone broke into the house. My wife and my kids were there. And I’ll do anything to protect them. You know that. Definitely wasn’t your smartest moment. But this girl…whatever you said her name is…”

“Chloe,” he sighs it with a long, content sigh and Tyler is tempted to slap the shit out of him. But he knows what it’s like to get caught up in a whirlwind; to be unable to catch your breath or even think straight.

“What’s the deal with you two? You seeing each other or sleeping together or…?”

“I guess we’re seeing each other. We like to spend time together. But we haven’t slept together. I already told you about that. That I wasn’t ready for that.”

“And what about her? Is she ready for that?”

Ovi shrugs.

“I can’t believe I’m even having this conversation right now. Part of me wants to avoid it altogether and another part of me is just surprised we haven’t had it sooner.” And yet another part is grateful his own sons are at least eleven or twelve years away from needing the same talk. “So you know to be careful, right? You know how to be careful?” Fuck. It sounded lame even to his own ears.

Ovi looks offended. “I know what condoms are. And how to use them. I did take health class in school.”

“Well just make sure you use them. If it comes down to needing them. Use them no matter what. Even if she says she’s on the pill. Unless you want to get the burn. Do you want to get the burn?”

“The burn? What?”

“It’s just a nickname for a STD. You know what those are right?”

“I learned about those the first year here.”

“Well make sure you don’t get any. Be safe. All the time. Take responsibility for wrapping your shit up.” He feels like a hypocrite for even saying it. Seeing as he and Esme had never used a damn thing during those five days in Dhaka and she ended up pregnant. “Look what I’m about to say, don’t take it the wrong way. Because I love my daughter. You know that. But she wasn’t exactly planned, know what I’m saying? Things just happened between Esme and I. We barely even knew each other. And in hindsight, we should have been more careful. But we weren’t. And Millie is the result of that. She wasn’t made out of love. It was two strangers who couldn’t and wouldn’t stop fucking each other. Understand what I’m saying?”

“But if it didn’t happen, she wouldn’t be here,” Ovi points out.

“I’m just saying that we should have known better and been more careful. What would have happened if I got Esme pregnant and in the end it turned out we couldn’t stand one another? It would have been a big fucking mess. Don’t get yourself into a big fucking mess. That’s all I’m saying. Understand?”

The kids.

“Just take your time and get to know her. Really know her. That’s my best advice. Other than wrapping shit up. And if you want to bring her here, that’s fine. But she doesn’t spend the night under my roof. I don’t want that shit going on with my kids in the house. Probably sounds old fashioned, but I’d just rather you didn’t do shit like that. Okay?”

“So everything came back fine? All her background checks?”

“Other than an uncle that likes to beat up women, things are clean. Now that’s not an invitation to just go crazy and propose to her and all that shit. Just take your time. You have your whole life ahead of you. You’re way too young to be thinking about marriage and keeping a wife happy and having kids.”

“Do you ever regret it? Marrying someone so soon? Having a baby so quickly?”

“Do I regret it? No. Hard to regret it when you end up loving someone as much as I love my wife. I’d die for her. In a heartbeat. And I have an incredible little girl. So no. I don’t regret it. I wouldn’t go back and change things if that’s what you mean. But I’m lucky. Things worked out. How many people do things like this happen to where it doesn’t work out? Don’t be one of those people.”

****

The sound of tires on the gravel driveway brings their conversation to a halt. Tyler gets to his feet and checks his watch; way too early for Esme and Millie to be returning from their girls day. Very few know where they live; all mail rerouted to a post office box, all deliveries picked up at the outlet at the pharmacy. His clients for his side business only have a cell number to contact. Extra measures that had to be taken considering the job and the many toes he’s trampled on in the nearly ten years he’s been in the game. And he frowns at the first sight of the unfamiliar vehicle; a Lexus SUV with tinted windows and all terrain tires.

“Who is that?” Ovi asks.

“Take the kids out back,” Tyler hands him the baby, puts two fingers in his mouth and issues a shrill whistle to capture the twins’ attention. “Boys…come here..”

“Who is that, daddy?” Tanner inquires, watching over his shoulder as the Lexus glides to a stop alongside their own vehicle and the driver kills the ignition.

“Go out back with Ovi,” he instructs. “Stay back there until I either come to you guys or I call for you. Understand?”

The twins both nod and he tousles their hair and presses a kiss to the top of their heads.

“Maybe I should stay here,” Ovi nervously suggests.

“Everything’s fine. I doubt a guy driving a car like that can do much manage. Just take them out back. Keep them busy. I won’t be long.”

Ovi reluctantly agrees, carrying the baby on his hip, a twin on either side, holding onto his shorts by the side pockets. Tyler watches them go, making sure they’re well out of ear shot before stepping down of the porch, hitting the middle of the front walkway just as the driver throws open the door and steps up. Fairly tall and quite stocky, with pushed back brown hair that’s graying at the temples and receding slightly at the crown. Glasses, dressed conservatively in a blue blazer, white golf shirt and khaki pants.

“Nice piece of property you have back in here,” he says, as he shuts the driver’s side door. “Hard to find. Beautiful though.”

“That’s how we like it. Lots of privacy. No one just coming back in here unannounced. Well, until now anyway.”

“How many acres?”

“Little over five.”

The stranger gives a nod of approval. “Very nice. Esme always wanted a place like this. In the middle of nowhere. Where she could have a whole bunch of goats running around. Whole bunch of kids. You must be Tyler,” he offers a hand.

“I am,” he confirms. “Who are you?”

“I’m Mark. Esme’s…”

“Ex husband,” Tyler finishes for him. “Yeah, I heard my mother in law told you where we are. I’m just surprised you actually showed up. That something told you it was a good idea.”

“Michelle said that there shouldn’t be a problem. That neither of you would mind.”

Tyler smirks. “We mind. What are you doing here? Just one day woke up and decided you weren’t quite done tormenting your ex wife?”

He sighs. “I seen you’ve heard the stories.”

“I have. Which makes you being here a really bad idea. You shouldn’t be here. I don’t appreciate people just showing up out of the blue. Especially when my kids are here. And especially when I do know all the stories. So it’s probably best you just get back in the car and leave. You won’t find what you’re looking for here.”

“She said that you’d probably be combative. That you’re a tad possessive.”

“Protective,” he corrects. “I’m protective. Of my kids. Of my wife.” He stresses the word ‘my’, noticing how it instantly unnerves the other man. “Why are you even here? It’s been what? Seven years? Eight? And suddenly you just decide you want to see her again?”

“Is she home?” Mark attempts to step by him.

Tyler moves to block him. An easy feat considering he’s wider. Broad and solid and definitely not a push over. “She’s not.”

“Are you just saying that because you don’t want me talking to her, or…”

“I’m saying that because she’s not here. And because you shouldn’t be here either. I don’t know what game you’re playing, but you’ve got the wrong guy to try and play it with. She’s out. With our daughter. So just get back in your car and…”

“Ex army, right?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Marine,” Mark boasts.

Tyler smirks. “Mate, I honestly don’t give a shit. Navy, Air Force, Army, Marines. I don’t give a fuck. So don’t try that bullshit with me. I’m going to ask you again. Why are you here?”

“I’m here to talk to Esme.”

“Why?”

“Well to be quite honest, that’s business that is between her and I.”

“Your business became my business when she became my wife. You show up at me house, where my kids are, wanting to see my wife and I’m supposed to be okay with it? What do you want? I’m not going to ask you again. I won’t think twice about dragging your ass down the driveway and throwing your ass in the road.”

Sighing heavily, Mark removes his sunglasses and slips into the inside pocket of his jacket. “I was warned you might be a little…hostile.”

“You don’t want to see me when I get hostile. So unless you want me dropping you on your ass..”

“I’m in a program. A twelve step one. I’ve just gotten to the step where it comes to making amends for the wrongs we’ve committed. That’s why I’m here. I know some of the blame can be placed on me when it comes to Esme and I splitting up.”

“Some? Because from what I heard, it was pretty one sided.”

“I wasn’t the best husband, I agree. I had my faults. But you probably know for yourself that she’s not exactly the easiest person to live with.”

“It must have been something to do with you. Because I haven’t had any problems living with her at all.”

“You know how she can get. She’s moody. Irrational. She likes to pick fights. Nothing is ever good enough for her. I’d even go as far as unstable but…”

“That’s my wife you’re talking about,” Tyler interjects, attempting to keep his cool. “So I’d stop while you’re ahead. Just admit that you were a fuck head, mate. That you cheated on her. Multiple times. That you bullied her. Put your hands on her. Make it easier on yourself and just admit it.”

“Like I said, I know I’m partly to blame. But she wasn’t one hundred percent innocent.”

Tyler smirks. “We’re done here. I don’t need to hear anything else. You might have gotten away with gaslighting her, but you won’t get away with it with me. I’ve dealt with bigger and better, mate. I don’t care about your twelve step program. I don’t give a shit that you’re looking for absolution. Esme owes you nothing. She never deserved what you did. No one deserves that. So you need to just leave. Because I’m just about out of fucking patience.”

“Daddy,” TJ is at his side, tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt. “Ovi said to come and check on you.”

‘Yeah? Well I told Ovi to keep you in the backyard. So go on. I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Hey there, little man,” Mark greets, and crouches down so he is eye level with the child.

Tyler puts a hand on the top of his son’s head, moving him away from the unwelcome guest.

“Hi,” TJ says in return. “Who are you?”

“An old friend of your mom’s. Which one are you? Tanner or Tyler?”

“I’m Tyler. Like daddy. That’s his name too.”

“And you’re how old? Three?”

“Almost four,” TJ confirms. “I have another brother too. Not just Tanner. A baby brother. Declan. And a big sister. Amelia. We call her Millie though.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Tyler runs a hand over his son’s hair and gently nudges him towards the backyard. “Go back to Ovi and the others. I’ll be there in a few minutes. Okay?”

“Okay,” he reluctantly agrees, then adds a cheerful ‘bye!’ in Mark’s direction before running off.”

“He’s a cutie, huh?” Mark grins as he stands up. “Twins. And two other ones. She always wanted a big family. Wasn’t in the cards for us, though. We weren’t on the same page when it came to wanting a family. I’m honestly glad she found someone that wanted it as much as she did. I bet she’s a great mom.”

“She’s an amazing mom. And wife. Are we just about done here? Because I really need to get back to my kids.”

“It really did a number on her when she lost the baby. She was never quite the same after that.”

Tyler frowns. “Baby?”

“She was only a couple of months. We’d just found out. Didn’t really have a chance to get used to the idea. You didn’t know about that? That there’d been a baby?”

“First I’m hearing about it.”

“I wonder why she wouldn’t tell you. Maybe it didn’t bother her as much as she let on it did. If she didn’t even tell you about it, maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal after all. Look, I’m not here to cause problems with the two of you. I’m not here to try and win her back. That ship sailed a long time ago. I just want to talk to her. I just want to apologize and make amends for the things I did. The things I said. I’m sure even you can understand that.”

Tyler nods.

“Can you at least ask her to give me a call? I don’t have to come back here. I know when I’m not welcome. But it’s really important that I do this. And I think she deserves to hear the things I have to say. Can you do that for me at least? Get her to contact me?” he pulls a business card from one of the pockets on his blazers and offers it. “I really am happy for her. That she moved on. That she found someone that’s crazy about her and was able to give her what she wanted. She’s a great girl.”

“Yeah,” he plucks the card from Mark’s hand. “She really is. Your loss is my gain.”

“It definitely is. When she loves, she loves with her whole heart. You’re a lucky man. I hope you realize that.”

“Sometimes I have to be reminded,” Tyler admits, and this time when Mark offers a hand, he shakes it.

“You’ve got a beautiful family,” Mark says, as he heads for his SUV. “I hope you and Esme are happy. She deserves to be happy. That’s all I want for her.”

“That’s all I want for her too,” Tyler responds, then shoves the business card into the back pocket of his jeans. Hands on hips as he watches the other man climb into the SUV and drive away.

***

“Daddy!” Millie bellows the moment she steps through the front door, hastily kicking off her sandals and then scurrying down the hallway that leads to the back of the house. “Daddy! You have to see! Daddeeeeee!”

He’s at the kitchen sink, up to the forearms is water and dish soap, and he dries his ands on the thighs of his jeans just as she races into the room and hurls herself towards him. Effortlessly catching that little body in large, strong arms and scooping her up.

Esme drops her purse on the counter and watches them together; a precious, trusting five year old and a tall, strong man who is capable of inflicting so much pain and punishment. His entire demeanour changes when he’s in ‘daddy mode’; features and smile softening, eyes sparkling, tone gentle and patient. It’s phenomenally sexy; a man that big and powerful with these innocent, precious lives who idolize him so much. Two very different sides in one person; one is merciless and savage and takes lives if he needs to. The other nurtures and loves and helps create life.

Millie proudly and excitedly shows off the pampering that she’d received: sparkly pink and purple polish on her fingers and toes –“Just like mommy’s”- and her hair curled into tight ringlets.

“Why does it sparkle?” Tyler asks. “Why is there glitter in your hair?”

“Daddy…” she sighs dramatically. “…it’s not glitter. It’s unicorn dust.”

“Unicorn dust? What’s that? Is that what comes out of a unicorn’s butt when they fart?”

“Maybe…” she sing songs, and then giggles when he nuzzles his face against hers; effectively and purposefully tickling her with his beard.

“Why don’t you go outside and show Ovi,” he suggests, pressing a kiss to her cheek and setting her down. ”He’d like to hear about a unicorn farting all over your head.”

“It’s not farts, daddy!” she argues, as she skips towards the sliding door and throws it open. “It’s unicorn dust!” And then she’s gone, bounding across the deck and jumping from the top step without a single stitch of fear. Hitting the ground running; shrieking about painted nails and glittery hair and elbowing anyone in the face that dares try to mess her curls up.

“And you say I’m the one giving you the gray hair,” Esme smirks. “It’s definitely her.”

“You’re the gray hair. She’s the ulcer,” he places his hands on her hips, and kisses her in greeting. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she runs her hands up the back of his t-shirt, then rakes her newly done nails down his back.

“What the fuck? Like fucking talons.”

“They’re not that sharp. And you’re the one that always says it’s a turn on when I do things like that.”

Many a time he’s woken up the next day with his entire back, shoulders, and even rib cage carved to shit; long, bright red gouges that mar the skin and sting like a bitch.

“I wasn’t complaining. I’m just saying they’re…” he winces when she gets him right in the middle of the spine. One lonesome finger nail dragging all the way down to just under waist of his jeans. “…fucking sharp. You need to stop…” he kisses her once more and then backs away. “…quit trying to seduce me all the time.”

“Like I have to try,” she snorts, as he goes back to the sink full of dishes and she plucks a bottle of water from the fridge. “I think you’re the one that’s doing the seducing,” she says, as she leans back against the counter next to him. “Doing housework while I’m watching? There’s nothing sexier than that. Seeing you all domestic and shit. What’s next? Laundry and vacuuming?”

“Already did the vacuuming and the last load of laundry is in the wash.”

“Baby, you are making me so wet right now. I might actually jump you right here and right now if you tell me that you remembered to take something out of the freezer for supper.”

“I did remember. But as much as I wouldn’t object to being jumped in all the right ways right now, it is definitely not a good time. Too many little people running around. And Ovi is still traumatized from almost being shot the other night. Seeing us fucking? That would be years of extremely expensive therapy.”

“Or, it would be great experience for him to take back to Christine or Cathy or whatever her name is.”

“Chloe. And he says they haven’t had sex. Actually, he says he’s never had sex at all.”

Her eyes widen, bottle of water pressed to her lips. “Get out of here. Seriously?”

“That’s what he says. He’s told me that twice now. And I had to have the ‘talk’ with him today.”

“I can only imagine how that went,” she gathers up a dish towel and steps alongside of him. “I love you, but open communication is not one of your strong suits.”

“What are you talking about? We communicate fine.”

“That’s different. You and I know each other intimately. Once you start seeing one another naked and doing the things we do together and to each other, I think it means we can pretty much talk about anything. I mean, we’re at the stage where I can pee while you’re brushing your teeth and you don’t think about it. But you talking to a teenage boy about sex? That doesn’t seem awkward at all.”

He frowns. “I’m not exactly a rookie when it comes to sex, you know.”

“Baby, you are so far from being a rookie it isn’t even funny. But I mean talking about it. With someone who isn’t me. Someone who is practically your kid. And Ovi’s shy and sort of awkward so he was probably mortified that you were talking about whatever you were talking about.”

“I just told him to be careful and wrap his shit up. That the last thing he wanted was knocking her up or getting an STD.”

“Kind of ironic,” she grins. “You talking about condoms considering…”

“Yeah, I thought about that too. Kind of makes me a hypocrite.

“Well in all fairness, we were adults who knew exactly what we were getting into. It’s not that we didn’t know the risks. It’s just that we didn’t seem to give a shit about them. Which just means my blow job game is strong enough to temporarily wipe you of all your brain cells.”

Tyler smirks. “Temporarily? It’s five years later and we’re married with four kids. That’s a permanent loss of brain cells.”

Frowning, she smacks in across the ass with the towel. When she tries it a second time, he grabs a hold of the fabric and pulls her into him, covering her mouth with his in a long, slow kiss. The kind that has her standing on her tiptoes and her arms sneaking around his waist as her body curves into his. And she breaks out of the kiss with a laugh when he slides one of his soaking wet hands down the back of her shorts. Struggling against him as he chuckles and holds her body against the counter with the full weight of his and proceeds to suck and nibble at the side of her neck.

“And you talk about me trying to seduce you?” she laughs, trying to use her elbows in his chest to push him away. “You’re like a fifteen year old. Nothing but raging hormones and pent up sexual frustration. Which makes no sense considering how much you actually manage to get laid on a regular basis. Oh shit!” she curses, when his teeth grab a hold of that sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. “That’s going to leave a mark. What’s wrong with you?”

“Like you said. Nothing but raging hormones and pent up sexual frustration,” his palm slides down do her ass; tightly squeezing it through her shorts as his tongue soothes the bite mark he’d left on her skin.

“If this is your version of a midlife crisis, I’m totally okay with it,” she says, her hands pushing their way into his hair as his mouth moves across the neckline of her t-shirt. “By the way, I bought one of those test things today. You know the ones that tell you when the best time to get pregnant is? You know, just in case I give in to your idiotic idea of another baby.”

“Just one more.”

“What if one turns into another two at once?”

“We’ll deal with it. And why do we need a test to tell us that? We just keep fucking like we do and it’ll just happen.”

“It will tell us which days are best. You know, the days where we have to put a little…extra…into it…”

He grins against her neck, beard scratching the tender skin. “I think I have extra I could put into it.”

“That’s the spirit. You never disappoint me.”

“Ever?” his lips travel along the side of her throat, his breath warm, tip of his nose tickling the skin as he moves up to just below her ear.

“Ever. I had high expectations you know. Of what you’d look like naked.”

“You actually thought of what I looked like naked before I got naked? When did you think about that?”

“My dirty little fantasies pretty much started when I walked into your place. Hard not to have sex dreams about a guy that looks like you do. I wasn’t even put off by the fact you had a chicken as a significant other. I think it was the eyes. And the big arms.”

“And the voice.”

“Yeah…” she sighs, fingernails digging into his scalp as he places a trail of kisses along the outer edge of her ear. “…that too….”

“So you thought of me naked? When?”

“Of you know, when a girl is lonely and horny in bed at night.”

He chuckles. “That’s a turn on. Knowing you actually thought about me when…”

“I still do. When you’re away. Just so you know.”

“That’s pretty fucking hot. Not gonna lie.”

“I would have been so disappointed if you’d dropped your pants in that hotel room and you were a short dick man. That would have been it. I would not have let you anywhere near me. The disappointment would have been too great.”

“Well it’s a good thing for both of us that I lived up to your expectations.”

“Oh you did. And then some. The thing about a man having a big hands and feet is very much true.”

Both his hands find her ass now, drawing her tightly against him as he kisses her. Long. Deep. Slow. His tongue pushing its way into her mouth and finding hers. And she willingly reciprocates, both hands sliding down to his shoulders.

“Okay…” she pushes him away, fanning her face with her hand. “…you need to stop and take about five steps back or I honestly will jump you and not care who comes in and sees it.”

“They all have to learn sooner than later,” he reasons, and puts a hand on the back of her head and pulls her into another toe curling kiss. Feeling her hands slide down his back and then in between them, hands slipping under the front of his t-shirt, finding the buckle on his belt. One of her fingers slipping just under the waist of his jeans and teasing the skin there.

The sound of the sliding door being drawn open causes both of them to jump.

“Sorry,” a bashful Ovi says from the doorway. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your baby making but…”

“We weren’t making babies,” Esme says, as she clears her throat noisily and moves to grab her bottle of water. “You stopped that before it could happen.”

“In the kitchen?” Ovi sounds horrified.

Tyler returns to the task of washing dishes. “Kid, there isn’t a place in this house that hasn’t been christened already. Might want to think about it every time you sit down somewhere.”

“Or not think about it because I know how distressing the thought of Tyler being naked can be,” Esme teases. “ Trust me, don’t think about it. It’s really disturbing.”

Her husband smirks.

“The kids just wanted something to drink,” Ovi says. “They were thirsty, so…”

She fetches a sleeve of juice boxes from the fridge and hands it to him.

“Did Tyler tell you?” he asks. “About who came to visit you today?”

“No, Tyler did not,” Tyler replies for her. “Because Tyler was busy trying to get laid first before telling her the bad news.”

“Who came to visit?” she glances between the two of them.

“You can go back outside now,” Tyler says to Ovi, who blinks at the force in his eyes and then gives an apologetic smile before slinking back through the sliding door.

“Who came to visit?” Esme asks again. “Oh God, please tell me it wasn’t my mother. Yesterday she called you a tall, cool, drink of water and I haven’t been the same since.”

“It wasn’t your mother. I would have actually preferred if it was your mother. As fucked as it is that I’d admit that.” Unplugging the sink, he dries his hands on the dish towel and then reaches into the back pocket of his jeans in order to pull out the business card that her ex had given him. “He wants you to call him.”

Arching and eyebrow, she plucks the card from his hand. Immediately frowning when she sees who it belongs to. “He actually gave you a business card? Who the hell does that? And why does he have business cards? He’s retired for Christ sakes.”

“He likes to throw it around that he was a Marine. Expected me to be impressed.”

“He thinks it’s some kind of power move,” she rolls her eyes. “No one actually gives a shit. Did you kick the shit out of him?”

“No. But not because I didn’t want to. He’s kind of an arrogant prick, yeah? Thinks pretty highly of himself. You didn’t tell me he was that much older than you.”

“Eleven years is not that much older.”

“Older enough. So what was it? Daddy issues?”

Her eyes narrow. “Please tell me you’re joking and not being serious when you say that. Because you know about my father and what happened and I will kick you in the nuts. We’re not going to fight over this. Over my ex husband.”

“I don’t want to fight,” he assures her. “But he is a fucking asshole. You weren’t wrong about that. He definitely doesn’t understand that what he did was wrong. Kept trying to tell me all this bullshit that you had your own role to play in it and you were partly to blame to.”

“And you believe that?”

“I told him it didn’t matter what you may have said or did. He didn’t have a reason to do the things he did or say the things he said. There’s no fucking excuse for any of that.”

“He’ a narcissistic. I told you that. He loves to gaslight people.”

“What I don’t understand is why you never told me that you were having a baby with him.”

She blinks. “What?”

“He told me that you guys were having a baby. Which I was kind of surprised to hear about because you never once mentioned it yourself in the past five years.”

“There was no reason to tell you about that.”

“I’m your husband. How much more of a reason do you need?”

She taps the edge of the business card against the counter top. “It was way before you. Before I even knew you existed. You would have been still been married to your first wife at the time. Austin would have been a baby. Why would I bring up something from that long ago?”

“I talk about my life from that long ago,” he points out, as he leans back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest.

“That’s totally different and you know it. You lost a child. You have every right and reason to talk about him. Why wouldn’t you tell me about him? He’s still very much an important part of your life.”

“And this baby wasn’t? The one you were having with your ex?”

“It was never a baby, Tyler. Not in the true sense of the word. I’d only known for a week when I lost it. There’s no comparison between that and what you went through. I didn’t see a reason to tell you about it because it wasn’t that serious.”

“So my wife, almost has a baby with her first husband but there’s no reason for me to know about?” he scoffs, and shakes his head. “That makes no sense.”

“Why are you making a big deal about this? It was a long time ago. And I didn’t almost have a baby. I didn’t even come close. It wasn’t meant to be obviously. Could you imagine having a kid with that guy? It would have been a fucking nightmare. Things happen for a reason. You say that all the time.”

“You just would think it would come up in a conversation, yeah? You’ve been pregnant three times and not once did you think of bringing it up? Like maybe you were worried it might happen again?”

“I was worried. I just kept it to myself. All pregnant women worry about things like that.”

“Sure. And they probably tell their husbands about it. And you know why? Because they weren’t the only ones who made the goddamn baby in the first place. Last time I checked, it took the two of us.”

“Don’t be so goddamn condescending,” she huffs, and tosses the business card onto the counter. “I hate when you get that way. That fucking tone you get when you think you’re somehow morally superior.”

“I have never…ever…thought that.”

‘Bullshit. You do it all the time. You don’t even realize you’re doing it. Every time you don’t like something I have to say. Or you don’t agree with some decision I made back in a time where you didn’t even exist in my life yet. I may not agree with all the decisions you’ve made, but at least I support you. I don’t have this fucking chip on my shoulder.”

“I don’t have a chip on my shoulder. I…”

“I didn’t tell you because that part of my life didn’t matter any more. Because I just wanted to forget about it and put it behind me. Because once you came into my life, everyone and everything before you ceased to exist. I didn’t want to remember all of that. And then Millie came along and I had everything I wanted. I had this amazing guy and a beautiful baby and all that other bullshit was left in the past where it belonged. So I wasn’t intentionally keeping anything from you. I was keeping it from myself.”

He grabs a hold of her wrist as she tries to stomp off. “Don’t do that,” he says. “You do that every time we get in fight.”

“Only because I’m this close…” she holds her thumb and forefinger an inch apart. “…to punching you in the face. You know I hate when you pull that self righteous bullshit with me.”

She struggles against his grip, but he only tightens his hold on her.

“Not everything is about you, Tyler. My past is just that. You didn’t need to know. And I’m sorry if that pisses you off or hurts your ego or…”

“Stop,” his voice is surprisingly tender despite the power in his grasp. “…just stop.” And when she opens her mouth to speak, he pulls her into him, speaking in between pecks to her lips. “…just…fucking…stop…”

“You fucking stop,” she retorts. “Stop it with those stupid eyes and your stupidly good-looking face and that stupid voice of yours.”

“I’m sorry,” it’s the first time he’s ever surrendered first. There’s been arguments that have gone on for days because neither of them wanted to admit defeat. “I didn’t mean to be a condescending asshole. I don’t mean to be that way and you know it.”

She reaches up and runs her hands along his beard, cradling his face in her hands, thumbs brushing over his lips. “Sometimes I worry we’re not doing this marriage thing very well.”

“Why? Because we fight? All couples fight. We don’t fight over things that can’t be fixed.”

“I worry I’m a shitty wife. That I’m just like you’re ex.”

“You are far from being anything like my ex. Trust me. And you’re not a shitty wife. You’re an amazing wife. And an amazing mother. I’m not the easiest person to live with. I know that. Why do you think the chicken shit everywhere? It was definitely out of spite.”

She can’t help but laugh at that.

“But I love you. And I love our life together. Fights and all.”

“You just like the making up.”

He grins. “I’m not going to deny that.” His eyes never leave hers as her fingers gently trace the various scars that mar his face. Her touch is soft, soothing. And he feels it to his very soul.

She stands on her tip toes and kisses him. Short and sweet. Yet powerful all at the same time. Feeling so much love and trust and forgiveness in the simple press of her lips against his.

“Sometimes I wish I didn’t love you as much as I do,” she admits. “So it would be easier to be angry with you. And I know I’m not easy to live with either. That I test your patience. A lot. I’m not perfect. Far from it.”

“Neither am I. But you’re still here.”

She smiles, presses her lips against his forehead. “There’s no place I’d rather be.”

And it’s the truth. He’s her happy place. Where she feels safe. Protected. All the things she’s never even known she’d been desperate for until she’d walked into that little shack in the Australian outback.

#tyler rake #tyler rake fan fiction #tyler rake fan fic #extraction #chris hemsworth character #sanctuary

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maybankiara · 5 years ago

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tagged by the lovely @kiarasflowr thank you so much lili

what’s your favorite kind of weather? what do you like to do during that weather?

rainy summer days. the ones where the clouds are dark and the rain is heavy, but it’s still quite warm and the air smells like wet asphalt. there’s something exceptionally calming about it.

i love this kind of weather at home, because it’s hot enough for me to be able to have an open window and hear the rain and feel the smell from the comfort on my room. there’s a vanilla-scented candle on my desk in my room and there’s fairy lights my dad put into a frame of a big picture of the brooklyn bridge. it’s the perfect writing conditions, especially when i get myself into a cozy blanket, and it’s the only time when i’d write without music, because the rain is enough.

what’s your favorite scent of candle? perfume?

gingerbread and vanilla for the candles. gingerbread reminds me of christmas, of happiness (christmas is the only time i’m home for a big family celebration, and my entire massive family dines together). vanilla is super soft and i’ve been associating it with writing and productivity for years now.

my favourite perfume is the only one i have (i’m extremely picky about perfumes) and it’s from a knockoff victoria’s secret store. it’s very sweet and girly, and i mostly wear it because i don’t feel very girly most of the time.

do you have a favorite flower? what is it? do you know the meaning and it is important to you?

poppy. i have this really vague memory of when i was a kid and we’d play with poppy seeds, wear the flowers in our hair and pretend we’re witches. there was also a time when i had just received bad news and was cycling home from school through a field, and there was a bunch of poppies right where i stopped, and it made me feel like it’s not the end.

if you could get any tattoo you wanted what would it be? why? where would you get it?

“excelsior” on my left wrist, or across my forearm. it’s from the raven cycle, my absolute favourite book series, and the reason why i’m studying creative writing in the first place. reading this book made me fall in love with writing as a craft, with exploring worlds in a really unique way, and writing things that feel like magic. without it, i would’ve been somewhere entirely else.

also, it’s one of the main characters’ catchphrase and means “onwards/upwards”, so it also serves as a motivation for myself to keep pushing even when it gets hard. but also, the character who said it is very much like the person i aspire to be in life.

(the only way i’d get a tattoo is if i can attach 548992 meanings to it lol)

do you have a favorite poem? why is it your favorite?

this is kind of up my own ass, but it’s a poem i wrote during summer. i wrote it when i realised that loving too hard made me lose the person who meant the world to me, and i wrote it as a reminder for myself to be mindful of how much love i give to someone, and not let myself give it all away without getting any in return.

you can read the full thing here, but this is a short version of it (different poem, same meaning)

give your love to someone who deserves it. make it a bouquet of the prettiest flowers for the right person. do not pluck the most dashing rose for someone who only gives you the thorns.

what’s your favorite color and what things or feelings does it remind you of or make you feel?

it’s blue. i don’t know why. it just feels right, you know?

what vibes do you get from me? what song or color do i remind you of?

dude, lili, my darling, you’re like every harry styles song in existence. you are absolutely one of the sweetest, kindest, most caring people i’ve ever had the chance to meet. you have this almost ethereal vibe, just pure goodness, and it’s something that the world needs right now so desperately.

i don’t have a colour for you, but you make me feel like sitting in a field of flowers on a warm sunny day, at the end of spring, when all the flowers are in full bloom and my friends and i are just messing about.

what’s on your bucket list? if you could only choose one thing to do before you die what would it be?

this one’s weird, but to go middle of nowhere in virginia, us. i don’t know why but i’ve always felt this really odd need to go there, as if i’ll get there and suddenly my life will make sense.

if you could have only one wish what would it be?

for the world to be a little kinder place. i know it’s a cliche, but it’s true.

do you believe in the paranormal? ever had an experience?

i don’t believe but i’ve had experiences (lol)

there was a time when a gypsy woman “lifted” a curse off my little sister. my sister was six months old and wouldn’t stop crying, but after that moment, she never cried half as much ever again.

when i was younger, i’d hear voices calling my name and footsteps when everyone was asleep, and i was the only one hearing any of that. i had a doll that would randomly talk (it was battery-powered). the extractor fan in my kitchen turned on to power 3 in the middle of the night (it’s old and you really have to push to even get it to 1).

i’ve also been oddly good at knowing what people would say/do before they did. like deja vu, except before it happens. also with predictions - usually things happen in my dreams and then happen in real life. (best example - i dreamt i was on a night out with the girls from my volleyball club and ended up talking and spending the night with a hot guy from the gym whom i’ve never spoken to. that was tuesday night. flash forward to thursday, the exact thing happened - we made out in a club. i’ve never seen him outside the gym before.)

do you or have you ever gotten high? what was it like for you?

oh dude!! one time. it was some weird shit and i had too much and i just ended up throwing up without feeling the high. haven’t been able to stand the smell of weed since lol

tagging @kiarasflowr (i want to see your answers, too!!) and i thought i’d tag some more people i’d like to get to know: @heywards @spilledtee @drewstarkey @outerbxrafe @snkkat @softstarkey @popesscholarship & anyone else! there’s definitely people i’m forgetting but i cannot remember your urls for the life of me.

#tag game

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storiesundercandlelight · 6 years ago

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Loving Loki - Six

I stirred into consciousness, I could feel a chill on my bare shoulders from where the comforter had fallen off, but the warmth around my waist and behind me was comforting. David was awake, his hand drawing patterns delicately along my side and across my ribs. I didn’t move for a moment, I wanted to just lie there are appreciate the fact that David was there with me.

I turned slowly, finally contempt with the amount of time I’d left myself to enjoy the moment and faced David. His hair fell on the pillow and some in different directions. I stifled a giggle, he looked so messy, the only other time I had seen David without his hair neatly slicked back was when he got worked up over the case and ran his hands through it in irritation.

His hands still traced along my body and I looked down for a moment, my eyes skimming over the small tattoos that were dotted across his fingers.

A sudden ring made me jump slightly as David sighed and turned quickly to answer his phone.

“Yeah?” His voice was harsh and croaky with sleep. I stayed still as David sighed again, running his hand through his hands and then down over his eyes before siting up suddenly. The comforter pooled around his waist and pulled further off of me with his movements. “Yeah I’ll be right there”

David hung up and turned to me, a tired look falling over his features as he ran a hand up my arm before giving me an apologising look. “I need to head in, they found a girl this morning”

“I’m so sorry” I sat up, pulling the comforter with me to cover myself. “Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, are you? I’m sorry I know we were meant to have a day off today”

“It’s okay, my friend Kates due tomorrow so I should probably get set up for when she turns up”

“Oh did you tell me about a friend coming over?”

“Yeah” David looked at me confused for a moment, his eyebrows coming closer as he tried to remember. “it’s okay if you forgot, you should go if they need you”

“Yeah, yeah right” David got up, I stayed in the bed as he pulled on his clothes quickly, grabbing his top and pulling it over his head before sitting down on the end of the bed to put on his shoes. I moved behind him wrapping my arms around his shoulders and placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll miss you” I whispered in his ear. “Will you be back later?”

“If you’ll have me” David turned to his head to me when he’d finished with his shoes and pushed his lips against mine. “I don’t know how late I’ll be”

“Thats okay, I’ll wait as long as I can” I smiled reassuringly.

“Like that?” I watched Davids eyes travel down over my body, the thin comforter barely covering me.

“Are you suggesting you want me to wait like this all day for you Detective?”

“Well the ideas very appealing” A small smirk played across his lips before his phone buzzing quickly ripped it away again. “I need to go”

“Okay” One last kiss and David was out the door, I listened as he grabbed his jacket, keys and the close the door behind him, his car soon pulling away from the house and then nothing. It felt so quiet without him here now. Stop it, you’ve been fine all this time. I sighed and got up, I just needed a shower, thats all.

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I pulled up to the edge of the woods, near the outskirts of town. Police cars littering the edge of the road, blue lights flashing despite the early morning, tape being pulled across any possible entry ways to the site.

I saw Chris stood by the car talking to two of the forensic team. Fuck I couldn’t remember their names. The sky was grey, too grey for my liking. The last thing I fucking need is rain right now. I made me way over to Chris, pulling my jacket collar higher to protect my neck from the cold.

“Loki” Chris nodded to me, I didn’t stop, he knew the drill and followed me to where the forensics were knelt down between two trees, the ground was wet, moved underneath my shoes. “She’s young, 20-24, we’ll know more when we get the ID on her, we couldn’t see too many signs of struggle, mainly some bruising on the arms and neck but she wasn’t strangled. Theres a weird tinge to her lips, we’re having that tested, could be poison”

“Any ideas on how she got here?”

“Nope, grounds wet, it rained last night but not enough to get rid of tired tracks if there had been any, theres no footprints either, she might have bene brought here early yesterday before the rain, they’re taking her down as soon as you get a look”

We stopped by the second round of tape, and there she was. Dark hair falling around a lifeless face, her eyes were closed thank god, I couldn’t stand to see them open. There was bruising everywhere Chris said. She was dressed in a black cami, dirtied by the mud and a pair of skimpy underwear, her legs and arms were covered in mud, the rain had left water tracks running down through the dirt.

I leant down to get a closer look. There was a darkness under her eyes but I couldn’t tell if it was because of lack of sleep or something else. There was blood around her ribs from a gash along the side, not deep enough for a stab, more like a slash across the skin.

“You think she tried to run? Killer caught her with the knife?” Chris knelt down beside me using his pen to move a piece of the girls hair to get a better look at her neck.

“No, why would he just cut her? If she went to run he would have stabbed her clean up, unless he was buying more time, threatening her by cutting her, but there’s only the one cut so that goes against the norm too, if he wanted to give her a rough time there would be more…”

“Maybe she behaved after that”

“Maybe, you get an ID yet?”

“No still waiting”

“She a hooker?” I leant forward getting a better look at the wrist that was hidden partially by her hip, a small lotus tattoo covered the space below her hand.

“Umm…I’m not sure, we’ll know when we get the ID, you got an idea?”

“Her clothes, the lack of struggle. Unless she was drugged she probably took off her clothes willingly, the bruising on her arms was probably done during moving her, assuming she didn’t just walk here herself, though without shoes it seems unlikely”

I stood up and turned to Chris. “Get them to move her, I want the ID Chris, I want tests done including drug and checked if she slept with anyone before hand”

“Sure thing”

I turned and looked around the forest, the trees were creating a darkness that was unsettling for the time of the day. “They find anything else?”

“Nope. She’s the only thing out of place here”

“Alright” I walked back to the car as they lifted her to transport her for testing. I fucking hated this, this small town caused so much shit. I pulled the door closed and sat there for a moment. I felt my eyes squint a few times. Fuck I thought that stopped. It happened a lot during the last case, the blow to the head didn’t help much either but over the last couple of weeks it hadn’t happened.

I sighed and put the car in gear before pulling out and heading to the station.

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That shower was just what I needed. I let my hair air dry as I walked around cleaning up the house, with Kate due tomorrow I wanted the place to be clean now that it had been decorated. I picked up my Patterson books off the floor by the couch, putting them on the bookshelf. I cleaned the mugs me and David had left on the coffee table, wiped down all the kitchen.

I wondered how David was doing. I sighed as I placed the mugs in the cupboard, I knew his work would crop up again I just didn’t think it would be so soon again. I finally felt perfect with David and the buzz of his phone had officially become my pet peeve.

I rolled my eyes as I heard my phone vibrate against the kitchen counter, typical. I huffed out a laugh and walked over to my phone. It was Kate.

Change of plans girly! I’m heading up today!xxx

Oh great, I sighed again and wrote a quick reply back letting her know that was okay. Not that I had much choice and quickly made my way to the bedroom, pulling out some nice blankets and a few pillows. I hated that Kate had to sleep on the couch, she said she didn’t mind but I still felt awful. Knowing us we’d end up crashed out on my bed anyway after a few drinks.

Oh wait. David. Would he be there tonight? I stood still for a moment debating on wether I should call him to not to let him know. I booked a few days off of work for Kate’s visit but David didn’t have time off. I didn’t want to keep him up with out antics but I felt awful at the thought of not seeing him. I pulled out my phone again.

Hey, Kate’s turning up early, she’ll be here later today. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, I know you’ll have work tomorrow x

I sighed and put my phone away in my jeans pocket and placed the blankets and pillows on the couch. Well, I guess I better get myself ready to party.

#detective loki #jake gyllenhaal x reader #detective loki x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #jake gyllenhaal

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malcolmbrights-a · 5 years ago

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ALEX AND ADELE FOR THAT SHIP MEME

@outfromthesea

where was their first date ?: alex and adele’s first date was at a fancy ass restaurant with meals that cost like hundreds of dollars. it made alex uncomfortable as fuck because he honestly isn’t that guy and was only really trying to impress adele since she seemed like she deserved that type of date. but he began to notice that adele looked uncomfortable, too, so when he noticed that he brought up the two of them leaving the restaurant to go grab a beer and a burger from a pub. she was quiet at first but then she agreed and they ended up enjoying themselves a lot better.

what my muse would do to cheer your’s up: alex would make her some coffee or tea. he'd then sit beside her and either talk to her about random things, or he'd read to her. the things he'd read to her are probably cheesy girly magazines since you said she liked those. like Alex thinks they're garbage but he'd do anything for her, including read them. same goes for bad romance novels. he wouldn't care for them, but he'd read them to her cause he loves her. the things he be doing for love, i guess lol

who wakes the other up with kisses ( and where ) ?: both of them for sure. in the beginning, not-so much Alex. his wife wasn't affectionate at all and wasn't really a fan of kissing and holding hands at all, and truly wasn't affectionate in general. so, in the beginning, Alex assumes that maybe adele is like that, too. well, you know, until he wakes up with her kissing up his neck and jaw. and as it continued as a thing when they spent tonight with each other, he ended up waking her up with kisses too - and occasionally (with her permission) would wake her up with oral.

who would pour water on the other to wake them up ?: lmfao God adele. It's probably a joke on between her and Fletcher on April Fools Day, since Alex and Fletcher prank each other on April Fool's Day, and Fletcher would want her on his team since she is mom now. Mom must defeat dad in the prank war. She MUST

how my muse would wake your’s up: usually Alex gently nudges Adele awake after he's been up for around thirty minutes making breakfast and coffee. We haven't talked about whether or not she's easy to wake, but if she isn't he probably tickles her awake cause he's a little shit. But also he's seen that method work with people in the past.

who would start a food fight while baking or cooking ?: I'm imagining him and adele baking for a fundraiser at fletcher's school. They start off talking and being serious about it, but after the third dozen of cupcakes and cookies, they're a bit in a daze from tiredness and it being around two am. so one of them ends up throwing flour at the other and it turns into an all out war that ends up with them making out on the counter, fletcher walking in going "we you have a room" and them laughing so hard they cry,

who would suggest putting marijuana in the brownies ?: i don't know if adele does pot but Alex would do this lmfao. He's pure chaotic energy for a lawful type

who said i love you first and how ( or when ) did they say it ?: adele said it first. they were playing put put on a date and were having a deep conversation by a statue of the Eiffel Tower and she just blurts it out. Alex is completely shocked and opens and closes his mouth to say something, but he fails to say anything for a bit cause nothing about that moment seemed real. Why? Well, before then he knew Adele would say it, he knew he loved her, and he just wasn't sure if he was rushing things by saying so. So when she said that she loved him, he couldn't believe it. But after a look of disappointment from Adele, he grins at her, hugs her, and tells her while he hugs her that he loves her back, and it's really cute - which is weird from mr srs business

who would get into a physical altercation over the other ?: omg even though Alex is a missing person's detective he isn't afraid of breaking the law from time to time. I can see the two of them going for a walk downtown after a date, and some guy grabs her ass an laughs. Adele is offended by it and tells Alex, who stops him and insists he apologize. The guy makes a disgusting comment, and Alex just decks a bitch because just disrespected his woman when he could've just gone and minded his own business. Also like he bets this causes the guy to avoid touching ANYONE without their permission

who insists on purchasing a pet together ( and what kind of pet ) ?: adele, maybe? Alex already has a labrador retriever and a parakeet, so it never occurs to him to get a new pet. But then Adele and Fletcher bring up the idea of buying another animal, and at first he's conflicted, but since he's weak for his wife and son, he says yes lmfao they even get the pet the next day because he doesn't want them to wait

who is louder ( in and out of bed ) ?: idk kayla you tell me. I don't think Alexander really makes much noise un bed? So maybe Adele? But he does make noise sometimes. Just not always cause he'd rather hear her

who takes more risks ( in and out of bed ) ?: Alex. He's a fucking daredevil.

who would bring up the word ‘daddy’ first ?: no one, he thinks that's a boner killer.

what is their shared, favourite kink ?: Listen Kayla, I want to say something saucy but we haven't discussed this so I truly do not know.. Also alex ain’t sayin shit

describe their typical kiss: their kisses are usually short, yet passionate, depending on how busy they are, what they're doing, and whether or not they're relaxing

how my muse shows their love for your’s: simple things like telling her he loves her. leaving her breakfast and coffee out when he has to go to work early. Telling her how wonderful she is. Nose kisses. When he wraps his arms around her and kisses the side of her neck.

their favourite ways to give affection: nose kisses and forehead kisses are Alex's go-tos. That and wrapping his arms around her and kissing up her neck

who is more dominate ?: Alex but this isn't Marty and Aurora lmfao

who sings in the shower ?: Adele and Alex thinks it's cute. Sometimes he'll stand by the bathroom door while walking by just to hear her sing. He acts like he didn't hear whenever she comes out later on.

who washes the other’s hair in the shower ?: Alex washes Adele's hair and he enjoys the sensations he gets when Adele arches back as he moves his fingers. It is extremely sexy to him.

who initiates shower sex despite being in a rush ?: Alex because she looked so please and it looks hot so ofc he has to have sex with her. He'd lose his mind otherwise lmfao. Think of her like that ALL day

who teases the other under the table at dinner with the family ?: none of them idk?

who has the weirder taste in music ?: idk Alex listens to anything, so maybe him? idk him too well

who would initiate dancing in the rain ?: Adele does. Their car probably shut down by a field somewhere and it rains. Adele gets this really sweet idea to dance in the rain. Alex thinks she's joking, but when he realizes she's not, he thinks it's a fun and romantic idea. They end up kissing while they dance in the rain

who would be the one to suggest marriage ?: Alex. Holy shit, he fell fast and hard

what would they name their children ?: If they have a girl something soft ! But idk

who would their children take after more ?: Maybe both of them?

#elliesfinishedworks #( alex x adele2 )#i had a tag for them but what was it fuccckkk #outfromthesea

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dreammutual-remade · 7 years ago

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high school!donghyuck

request: idk if you’re taking reqs but i really like ur highscool aus so if u want to write one abt hyuck ill be :^))))))) - anonymous

word count: 5.1k

a/n: oof its been awhile unnies!!!! ive had exams for the past two weeks and I still have exams now so im sorry for not posting anything but reblogs with headassery in the tags!!! we are continuing the high school series n renjun is next!! since I got like 3 requests for him !!!!! hhehhehehheheh its gonna b cute <3 anyways hope u enjoy this I love my lil duckie baby

masterlist

mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle, jisung

big oof i’m gonna cry while writing this

i’m running out of creative ways to say let’s dive in

let us take the plunge

okay!!!!!!!!!! so you’ve been an editor/writer for the school paper for pretty much all of your high school career

you’re not super well known though because you don’t try to take any credit for anything and always sign your pieces like “- the daily newspaper team” or smth

anywhom you’ve always loved writing about the stuff around you or making up little short stories

one of your hobbies is just going people watching and trying to write down a brief description of people you see and what you think they’re on the way to do

you’ve befriended the baristas at your favorite spot, lucas and mark, and they always beg to read them but you never let them because mark is too nice to tell you it’s shit and lucas is too dumb to at least say it nicely

you’ve got at least 6 notebooks FULL of these little stories but you’ve never really ? showed anyone because wow showing others your work is Scary

criticism ???/$&/&:&:&:

it’s midway through the first semester of the school year and you’ve been super busy since it’s football season and you gotta write about all the games

and you haven’t had much time to write your cute little stories for yourself and you miss it a lot :/

this weekend though the chance of rain is SUPER high so the football game is cancelled and you have plenty of time to yourself !! :D

there is, a setback tho

THUNDER!!!!! IS SO SCARY !!!!!!

u fckin softie

you decide to tough it out though and get suited up in some polka dot rain boots and a rain jacket and set off to find somewhere to chill

as you’re walking to the nearest lil greenhouse/cafe thing it starts raining ,, ,,, hARDER

when you started it wasn’t rlly raining it was just like that weird tension in the air right before the air pressure drops and it starts to rain and you were already on edge OOF

but then it’s raining so you clutch your notebook to your chest and dash

usain bolt had nothing on you girly you were ZOOM ZOOM

broom broom- doyoung

unfortunately you don’t make it though because with you head down to keep the rain out of your eyes you run RIGHT into someone’s CHEST !!!!!!

hehe u know i’m a sucker for these god damn TROPES

your notebook goes flying and and the arms attached to the Chest That Caused Your Grief come up to catch you by the arms

“oh gOD sorry are you okay ??? i wasn’t looking and i was trying to keep my journal dr- MY JOURNALSDJDDD”

you fling yourself out of this boys arms and pick up your soaking wet journal sadly

:((((((( you had so many stories in there wtf

“oh shit i’m sorry do you uh want me to buy you another one ???”

“no that’s okay it wasn’t your fault :( and it’s just a journal i’m only sad because all my stories are gone :(((((“

you finally look up from your Ruined journal to see , the prettiest boy

you can’t tell for sure cause his hair is soaking wet but it’s a bright red that looks a bit faded and his skin is tanned and golden like HONEY OOF

he meets your eyes and awkwardly smiles and he looks so GUILTY AW

“no really it’s fine don’t feel bad!!”

“okay but i feel bad what can i do to make it up to you?”

“hMMM you could come help me think of wacky stories about people who walk past”

“well if you INSIST m’lady”

“aw, never mind”

“IM JUST KIDDING SJDJJD”

so in the pouring rain you both walk to cafe and find a little corner to people-watch in

on the way there he tells you his name is donghyuck but his friends call him hyuck

“dude that’s the sound goofy makes when he laughs your friends are terrible”

“oh my god i don’t even think they know what they’re saying HsjdjHEHHS”

after a couple minutes of bad goofy impressions you decide to call him duckie instead because ,,,, GARSH MICKEY 🤠🤠🤠

also because it’s cute

you didn’t hear this from me but he uwued so hard rip his street cred with the Boys

anyways right before you settle in you’re like hey uh did you have somewhere to be like weren’t you heading places

and he was like nah i like the rain it’s nice to just walk around feels GOOD

your eyes widen so big and he snorts because what’s so ridiculous about that

and you’re like uh UH NO NOPE NO SIR I DONT FUCK WITH DEMONS

your dramatic ass tries to get up and LEAVE but he grabs your wrist and is like noooo we haven’t even written any stories yet why do you hate rain so much ??

you explain how thunder is the work of the devil and that lightning could strike you down where you stand at any moment and storms are EVIL

he chuckles and side eyes you

“aW you big wimp you’re afraid of thunderstorms aren’t you”

“yES. like any sane person would be”

“you know a lot of people actually like storms”

“like i said, SANE people do not”

and then you change the subject right quick because your face is getting RED with embarrassment

you n donghyuck spend like 2 hours just sitting in the corner and writing little scenarios on napkins

“oh shit that girl over there with the french braids is TOTALLY gonna marry hipster beanie guy in two years. mark my words”

“idk y/n she lowkey has the hots for the barista”

“ ew you mean mark??”

“yeah. now THAT man is a work of art”

MARKHYUCK RISE

“god what is wrong with you maybe you should buy me another book”

“too late now we’re FRIENDS and i don’t owe you ANYTHING”

“being friends doesn’t work like that at all but, okay”

at the end of the day you’ve got a stack of napkins with scribbled notes on them

(one of them has donghyuck’s number on it skdkkfjd)

he leaves you with a bright smile and you’re in awe this boy is so golden and lovely

oof and when you were still in the cafe his hair had dried to the unnatural red color that he ? somehow made look good ugh not fAIR

and it was a lil curly and fluffy and looked very soft :(((((

as you walk home you drift along the sidewalk with a stupid smile on your face wow please get a little less obvious hunty

when you get home the sun is setting and the rain has cleared and you are so Happy that was the best day !!!

you weren’t even scared of the thunder because whenever the sky would fckin CRACK OPEN hyuck would subtly try to keep your attention and distract you with questions

the sky: AAAAAAAAAAA

duckie: oH Hey uhhh so hOW do you even come up these stories ?):$:$ theyre so good

such a sweet boy uwu

when you get home your mom eyes you suspiciously as you drift down the hall towards your room but doesn’t comment

she didn’t need to though because you immediately return and tell her everything !!!

she encourages you to befriend him at school and see where it goes from there ;))) or just TEXT HIM

so you do

both of those things !!!

you: hey!! it’s y/n btw

duckie: hey! u make it home alive without the sky cracking open and killing u

you: stOP MAKING FUN OF ME

you send him memes and he sends , even better ones back this boy is Husband Material

the next couple weeks you realize that hyuck is actually in like a lot of your classes

and he’s like yeah i don’t blame you for not noticing since your nose is always in one of those Damn Journals

can’t believe u smh

anywhom

you start actually interacting with people in class

and by people i mean donghyuck and any of his friends who happen to be there

you literally get thrown into their friendgroup like one day you know donghyuck and have vaguely heard of jeno since he’s on the soccer team

and then the next you’re a part of the group message and jaemin begs for your math homework during lunch ????

“jaemin just dO YOUR OWN HOMEWORK FOR ONCE ???”

“ugh but i don’t know how”

“hey you know what maybe if you didn’t sleep in class you WOULD”

“IM TIRED GOD DAMN IT”

this is usually when duckie interjects with

“hey now girls, you’re both smart <3”

“i know im smart but , jaemin , i don’t know about him 😔😔”

poor jaemin leave him alone :(

jisung is , extREMELY awkward around you because he’s a Baby Freshman and you’re a Female Senior hsjdjf it’s so cute

and chenle is the complete opposite he IMMEDIATELY latches onto you and is always like

“y/n !!!! wanna watch this video of me singing and playing the piano when i was thirteen on live national television !!!!”

“y/N !!!!!!! can you drive me n jisung to get ice cream plEASE !!! we won’t even play PSY this time”

“okay,,,,, pinky promise?”

his pinky hooks around yours at an incredible speed as he jumps up and down with excitement

“pinky promise !!!!!!!!!!”

hyuck overhears and insists upon coming with for , unknown reasons

renjun and jeno keep snickering to each other across the lunch table too uGH

sneaky bastards !

after school you wait in the parking lot for the Babies with hyuck who looks rather flushed considering his skin is pretty tan and it takes a lot for him to visibly blush ??

“hey duckie boy you good?”

“haha yEAH uh just wondering where the boys are hhhh”

“oh yeah ! they should’ve been here like 10 mins ago”

your phone buzzes in your pocket and you go to check it to see a text in the group message

lele: hey y/n~ me n jisung can’t come we totally forgot we joined a frisbee team and there’s practice today !!!

blueberry: yeah ! have fun w/ hyuckie tho

moominluvr96: sjdjd i’m so proud of them

jenomunomunomu: absolute legends have fun at ur frisbee practice my sons

you: 🅱️ro i wanted to go home and SLEEP

blueberry: sorry ! xoxo :*

duckie: chenle my son ? how could you 🅱️etray me this way???

you: ur dead to me

you: literally what’s a chenle ?? sounds like a poisonous fruit

lele: NO IM SORRY

but tbh you’re just being Silly you don’t mind just going with Sunshine Boy

hyuck has only gotten redder as the texting went on though what’s his deal 0.0

you agree to take his car !

actually you insist because you don’t wanna drive but, let’s say you agreed

you find out that hyuck exclusively listens to hipster bands and the occasional troye sivan song because we love a gay legend

actually his music taste is ALL OVER THE PLACE but we r still boppin ladies

you roll the windows down even tho it’s Chilly and let your hand float in the breeze until your fingers start getting numb and you pull your hand back in and roll up the window

okay maybe that was a Bad Idea your fingers almost hurt they’re so cold and you’re rubbing the feeling back into them when hyuck clears his throat

you look up at him and he tilts his chin toward the hand he stretched toward you

you’re confused bc like ? i don’t have anything to give u duckie

he sighs anxiously

“just. give me your hand. mine are warm because i didn’t try to be cool and stick my hand out the window like this is a teen coming of age movie”

“have you ever just been nice and not followed it up with a weirdly specific insult”

“nope. now gimme”

you cautiously placed your hand in his and felt heat bloom all over your cheeks and trail up to your ears and down your neck

he gulps and interlocks your fingers and tucks them in the pocket of his hoodie

you have to lean against the console in between you a little so that your arm isn’t strained but it’s,,,,, Warm and Nice

you’re quick to continue the conversation like normal but your voice sometimes goes in and out since he is subconsciously rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand or tapping his fingers against yours

when you arrive you awkwardly pull your hand from his grip to get out of the car and he cringes a lil :(

you decide to be bold for once in your life and run around the car to catch up with him and shove your other hand into his

“this one’s cold too”

he ducks his head and smiles but gives your hand a lil squeeze :3 uwu

eventually though you do have to let go and enjoy your ice cream

you just make small talk with him about the newspaper and whatever homework is due the next day when a man walks in wearing BRIGHT RED CLOWN SHOES

the weirdest part though is the fact that other than the clown shoes the man is dressed like a body builder and has the hulking mass of one

and also there is a PARROT ON HIS SHOULDER ???

you and hyuck whip to face each other and then look back at the man

without looking away you slide your notebook to the middle of the table and flip open to where you’ve bookmarked the next available page

needless to say you both have a field day making up storylines for this man

“hey hyuckie i missed this it’s been forever since it’s been just the two of us and my journal”

“me too, sunshine”

“heY now you’re the sunshine in this relationship”

both of you choke at your use of the term “relationship” but continue with the conversation JSKSK

“alright but then you have to be the rain”

“aw you know i don’t like the rain”

“yes i know that’s why YOU are sunshine”

“kay but you are so much more like sunshine than i, an Emo”

“how bout i be sunshine since you like sunshine and me, and you be rain since i like rain and you”

OOF ????????

you blush for the Millionth Time and nod shyly and duckie is about to turn purple YIKES

you leave the ice cream shop and climb back in the car and the whole atmosphere is very Tense

you sigh because you miss holding his hand and then turn up the song on the radio which just happens to be, Walkin On Sunshine

THE !!! IRONY !!!

you giggle into your hand and he snorts and you both break into laughter

you plug your phone into the aux

“alright time for some Real Tunes”

“i swear to GOD if you play Bad Boy one more time i’m gonna LOSE IT”

“fuck you red velvet are LEGENDS”

“the only reason you know who they are is because mark tells everyone with a pulse that one of them is from canada just like him”

“okay and ??? i can still appreciate that they produce iconic songs only”

“LISTEN I LOVE RED VELVET TOO BUT ENOUGH IS ENOUGH”

you playfully bicker the whole way back and when you get back to the school to pick up your car you realize you never even got to play your song

“for your information, i was in fact NOT going to play bad boy i was going to play the bop of the century, what is love by twice”

and then, with heavy sarcasm

“well gee why didn’t you just sAY SO”

“IM SICK OF YOUR GIRL GROUP SLANDER LEE DONGHYUCK”

then he giggles and grabs your hand to keep you from getting more than halfway out of the car

“okay okay you know i’m just messing with you”

“yes but leave my gorls out of it”

he releases your hand with fake disgust and wipes it on the passenger seat headrest

“ugh go home, gru”

“it’s a good meme and you can’t even deny it duckie boy”

you blow him a half serious half playful kiss as you bounce over to your car and climb in

you play bad boy and roll the windows down as you drive by his car just to spite him and he laughs good naturedly

it’s only when you get home that you’re like heyyyy nOW

WAS THAT A DATE ??????

you tell your mom about it and she’s like uHHH sounds like a DATE to me ???

but you’re Unsure so you don’t say anything to the others or hyuck just the usual goodnight texts and whatnot

although it could be argued ,, that goodnight texts are a little, relationship-y

it could also be argued , that you do have his contact name as , duckie☼♥

but those can be discussed another time

you continue to hang out with the boys although you refuse to allow them to sit with you at football games because they’re so DISTRACTING

jeno and jisung just fckin yell the whole time while you try to jot notes down to turn it into a story later for the paper

but you can’t concentrate or even figure out wtf is goin on because they’re scREAMING and jumping and messing you uP !

so you sent them elsewhere although,,, hyuck stayed with you

he always does “just in case you get cold or smth”

ur not fooling anyone hyuckie baby

and would you look at that time has FLOWN and it’s time for homecoming !!!!

you plan on going in a big group with hyuck and all The Boys and jaemin has even scored a date !!!

it was highkey through trickery but that’s okay

chenle and jisung are gonna wear matching shirts because they’re headass like that

you’ve already bought a dress and you haven’t ….. shown hyuckie……. just in case……… he asks you

since he…… hasn’t …… YET

renjun keeps assuring you that you don’t need to find a date and that everything is covered but ???? inch resting how duckie has done nOT ONE THING

alright the day of the dance you wake up feeling a little off but go through your normal saturday routine of eating a waffle and absentmindedly watching old gossip girl reruns

but later in the day you feel SHITTY

you’re flushed and your head hurts and it takes so much EFFORT just to get up and get a glass of water

you , comrade, are sick :-(

you text in the gm to let your boys know you can’t come

chenle thinks you’re faking until he calls and hears you sniffling and how rough your voice sounds

“hEY THOT I KNOW UR FAKING BC U DONT HAVE A DATE”

“chenle if it didn’t hurt to speak i would yell at u but my eyes are watering please just text me”

“oh,,,,sorry love u”

and then he hangs up real fast lmao

so you decide to just wallow in despair in your bed and rent overpriced movies on demand

there’s a half drank mug of tea that has long gone cold that contains the medicine you’re supposed to be taking but,, you can’t be bothered tbh lifting your hand is so hard

after a few movies and the sun setting there’s knock at the door ???

you barely hear it since you’re in your room with the door closed but /sigh/ you gotta go answer

you drag yourself out of bed and stumble to the front door and open it, immediately slumping against the frame

this whole time you have still not opened your eyes because light hurts a lil and you know your house well enough

in hindsight that was probably dumb considering you don’t know who’s at the door

you try to open your eyes but they only turn half lidded and droopy so you can just barely make out donghyuck looking Concerned on your front porch

“duckie? what are u doing here?”

“uhhh i uh came to take you to homecoming ??”

he then holds up some flowers and smiles awkwardly

“duckie. baby. sunshine. did u not read the texts i sent ? also it is VERY late to be asking me to homecoming. also, i am a little high on cold medication”

“srry princess, can i come in? you look like you need company and soup and possibly some Sarcastic Banter”

“sounds good duck”

“okay duckie was already incorrect please don’t shorten it to duck”

“you know i didn’t have to let you in”

“so what kind of soup do you want? :-)”

he busies himself attempting to make soup while you have melted into a chair at the dining table with one eye cracked open to watch him

he is very obviously Struggling so you wobble to your feet to stand behind him at the stove and maybe lean a little too much into his back to prop your chin up on his shoulder and reach a hand around him to turn the heat down on the stove

you’ve reached the point of I Don’t Give A Shit and have given up on trying not to be affectionate with him you’re too tired and sickly to restrain yourself and his heart is just steadily beating faster and faster

after your soup you drag him into your bedroom to force him to provide you warmth while watching another movie

but he digs his heels into the floor and tugs on your hand to turn you around

“since you’re missing homecoming….. wanna dance?”

“in my bedroom. while i’m dying. with no music.”

“i’ll take care of the music. cmon don’t be difficult”

“i’m not being difficult i’m just-

you’re cut off by him pressing a finger to your lips and going shhhhhh

you open your mouth to curse him out bc hOW DARE HE

but then he gently pulls you by the waist into his chest and does his best to tuck you under his chin

you’re too comfortable like this so you don’t bother admonishing him for earlier and just settle into his embrace

you loop your arms around his neck as he starts to sway you back and forth

after a couple seconds he starts humming, quietly at first and then louder

and then he starts singing and it’s so sO SWEET AND SOFT

you can feel each breath he takes under your hands and the vibrating of his vocal chords against your forehead and you just close your eyes and press closer to him

you’ve literally never been this content in your whole life binch

he is so warm and ever so often smooths a hand up and down your spine whenever you shiver a little or shift in his arms

when the song finishes you keep swaying with him a little while longer

you’re leaning against him so hard that like the majority of your weight is on him yikes

“babe are you asleep”

“mm”

“no?”

“mmm”

“pretty close though?”

“hm”

“alright”

he chuckles and presses a barely there kiss to the top of your head and sort of waddles the two of you over to the bed

you don’t even have to ask him to climb in with you that was The Plan, Stan

(that’s a saying and also i’m calling u a stan wow queen of puns)

as soon as he settles in you tuck yourself under his arm and throw an arm over him to play with the fingers of his other hand

you’ve got the breakfast club on and it’s Real Nap Hours

hyuck’s arm falls asleep pretty soon tho so instead you switch to laying on your sides facing each other with your face pressed into his neck and your arms draped over each other

right before you fade into unconciousness, he tilts his chin down and nudges his nose against yours to get your attention

your eyes flutter open and you look up at him while he smiles gently down at your sleepy expression aWE ???

“hey wanna be my date when you’re not on your death bed?”

“god, what a romantic. is that a shakespeare quote?”

“shut up and say yes”

“alright fine”

“with more enthusiasm!”

“YES!! GOD DAMN IT”

he shakes his head but then leans down to press a lingering kiss against your cheek before tucking you back against him and evening out his breathing

you fall asleep and dream of boys with beautiful voices who love to dance in the rain

a couple hours later you wake up to a forehead smooch and your Boy whispering bye angel

you sit up and whine and he’s like bby i have to go it’s like midnight n my momma wants me home :(((

you pout and he giggles and taps your lips with his index finger

“go back to sleep and i’ll text you something nice to wake up to yeah?”

you nod and grab his hand to kiss it before flopping back down and passing The Fuck Out

the next morning you wake up still feeling a bit shitty but smiling anyways bc you’ve scored the cutest boy in the universe uwu

he even kept his promise and left you a cute message to wake up to ;((((

duckie☼♥: good morning bbg i hope ur feeling better today and that the sun shines all day for u !!!

you: JEKDKDJ DUCKIE IM STILL SICK BUT TAKE ME ON A DATE RN

you: 💗💗💗💕💌💞💞💗😤💖🤧😔💗😔🤧😔🌺💐🌺🌺🌸💐😔💛😔💛💐🤧💐💐💖💖

duckie☼♥: noooo ur gross

you: you ruined it :(((

duckie☼♥: i mean noooo u gotta get better

you: okay :)))

you finally get over your cold like 4 days later and insist you’re fine to be Taken Out And Treated Like A Princess

he tells you to dress warm except gloves bc he wants to hold youR HAND CAN YOU BELIEVE

you’re weirdly not nervous ? like you thought you would be but you’re just excited and very happy !!!! uwu

he picks you up about an hour after school and reveals that he’s gonna take you to all the cafes in town to people watch and write stories which is !!! your favorite activity !!!!!!

“is it lame??? oh god you think it’s lame i’m so sORRY”

“nO!!! no i love it you did good”

“are you sure?”

“yes duckie”

“okay good i mean i knew you’d like it”

“but you just-“

“hm?”

“,,,,, nevermind”

you both hike around town until it gets late and you’re tired and you end up on a bench in the local park with his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair

you lightly scratch his scalp and hum and he practically PURRS like a cat

(furry ????? it’s more likely than you think)

his eyes are closed and you trace your fingers over his features lightly until it tickles and he scrunches up his nose aw bABY !!!!!

then, without opening his eyes

“so when are you gonna man up and kiss me?”

“first of all, i will never man up i prefer being female thanks. sECOND WHY DO I GOTTA DO IT”

“i asked you on the date !!! you gotta do something!!!”

“i held your hand first!!”

“after i literally offered my hand to you”

“uGH fine come here”

“no i’m not gonna ‘come here’ you literally just made a disgusted noise at the thought of kissing me”

“it wasn’t at the thought of kissing you it was just at you”

“this isn’t helping at all”

you roll your eyes playfully and then yank him up by the collar of his shirt to press your forehead against his

“does this help?”

aND THEN YOU LAY ONE ON HIM ??????:$&:&;&;

QUEEN OF CONFIDENCE

he sighs against your lips and sits up a little more so he can reach you better, smoothing a hand up to cup the side of your jaw and neck

you pull away and his eyes are still closed

“hmmm,,, yeah”

you scoff and drop him back to half laying on your lap

“you’re such a dork”

“yeah but i’m your dork now so it’s embarrassing for both of us”

“aw i wouldn’t have it any other way <333”

“is it just me or was that sarcasm”

“just you <3333”

renjun, who has been rOOTING FOR YOU GUYS THIS ENTIRE TIME

screams when you call him that night lol

literally SCREECHES

chenle happens to be with him and screeches eVEN LOUDER

basically the whole group screams simultaneously they’ve been shipping it since day one

hyuck is a bit prideful so when you guys are out in public he’s not super affectionate but ,, when you’re not out

he’s wrapped around you like a koala and will never let go

you have to go pee? hold it

you’re dehydrated and dying? you can live off of his Love

your favorite activity to do together is BAKING because it never goes well no matter how hard you try

and although it usually ends in DISASTER it’s also a good time and afterwards duckie lets you curl up between his legs on the couch and nap uwu !

dating really didn’t change the dynamic between you two other than affection you still read each other to DUST on the regular lmao

no one gets too harsh tho bc you love each other and whatnot

ugh love ruins all the FUN doesnt it :/

donghyuck makes it his business to know exactly when it will rain and makes sure to be with you when it does

at the first sight of clouds he is in your house with board games and movies and snuggles to distract you !!! what a sweetheart

on days when it’s really bad you just climb into bed and bury your face in his chest while he talks about whatever comes to mind and distracts you

he also takes to slumping down and falling asleep on your shoulder whenever you have movie nights together and it’s so CUTE

his little heart shaped lips and his cheeks always end up smushed and he just looks adorable wow rip you

he’s obsessed with your cheeks he loves to cup your face while he talks to you and press gentle kisses to them during Sleepy Time or when you part ways in the school hallways

if he’s excited he’ll bound up behind you and wrap his arms around you and kiss your cheek real hard and then start babbling about whatever’s got him so worked up

basically, hyuckie is a boy full of sunshine and passion and sarcasm and he’s the best boyfriend you could ever ask for :’-)

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Bughead Family Discord Member Spotlight

Graphic by: Katie ( @betty-cooper )

This week the spotlight is on Bridget (@duskyblossom)! Click the read more link below to get to know our member!

Spotlight by Mila, @jughead-jones

Bridget | @duskyblossom

Name: Bridget

Age: Old enough to do Lego.

Location: Somewhere in this crazy universe.

Any other languages aside from English people can contact you in?: I would say a little bit of French but probably best not to haha.

Favourite Riverdale characters and ships?: Betty, Jughead, Cheryl (after she reconciled herself), Mary, Midge (rip), Valerie (somehow fell off the face of the earth?), Fred! My favourite ships are definitely Bughead and Choni, they’re just so adorable!!

Favourite moments from S1 & S2?: My favourite episode was 2x09 because of how the writers executed it, I know a lot of people disliked it but I thought the storylines in that made sense (Not because of the lack of bughead, I liked the actual CONTENTS and not just the shipping aspect.) 2x12 was also really good! In terms of bughead content,obviously 2x12 and 2x14 were the most bughead filled parts of Season 2, but I really liked 2x05 because man, that pulled at the heartstrings. Stuff like the ‘I believe you, Jughead.’ scene was what made Season 1 really cute in terms of Bughead. I also really liked the dynamic they had between Betty and Jug in S2.

What are your hopes for S3?: In terms of Bughead, I really want to see RAS giving them a chance to act like real teenagers not 25 year olds. I want to see them being all cuddly and just being happy for once!! I’m also super intrigued to see where the serpent storyline will go, and how Betty will interact with Gladys and Jellybean.

Other fandoms you’re into?: Nothing, really. I used to be a huge Hunger Games and Harry Potter nut, so you can still talk to me about those! I also LOVE The Office, it’s my other favourite TV show!

Something non-fandom you love?: Reading, art, and baking!

What are some of your favourite movies/TV?: Oh, BOY. This question is really hard. For TV, obviously Riverdale is my number one, but The Office US comes a close second. I got so invested in The Office and it was so difficult to see it end. For movies, the Sound of Music can’t really be beat in my books. It’s such a timeless classic that i’ve loved forever. La La Land is my VERY close second, that film was and still is the death of me. Lady Bird was an INCREDIBLE film, I really related to it and its bittersweetness and sentimentality! And classic musicals like Mamma Mia and Grease.

Favourite books?: I read a lot, so I’m so excited to share some of my faves! Obviously the Harry Potter series, that influenced me a lot. The Hunger Games trilogy was also really gripping and I loved that. The Sun Is Also A Star by Nicola Yoon was so enlightening and I loved that. The Catcher In The Rye by J.D. Saldinger, such a classic and I loved the way it was written. Turtles All The Way Down by John Green is a really good book that brings light to mental health in a less harsh sense which is perfect for me. I’m also reading The Circle by Dave Eggers at the moment which is great so far!

Favourite bands/musicians?: I don’t really listen to anyone in particular, but my 2 favourites are Adele and Sam Smith.

If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?: I feel like everyone says this, but probably Harry Potter. I wouldn’t want to risk the chance of getting murdered in Riverdale tbh!

Favourite food?: This question is so so SO difficult but I’d have to say shoestring fries with aioli and a huge side of salad.

Favourite season?: Spring! All the flowers bloom and all the baby animals are born, it’s starting to get warmer but it stills rains! Everything about it is just wonderful.

Favourite plant?: Baby’s breath! It’s so delicate and sweet.

Favourite scent?: Starfruit or vanilla bean. Starfruit is such a fresh and pleasant scent, while vanilla makes me feel all cosy and calm.

Favourite colour?: Pink, pink, pink!! I love it so much.

Favourite animal?: Can I be boring and say dogs? I just love them.

Are you a night owl, an early bird, or a vampire?: Can I say none of these? I love sleep so mornings are not for me, and being a vampire is a big no-no. So I guess I would say night owl, as I’d rather go to sleep late than wake up early.

Place you want to visit?: All over Europe - it’s such a beautiful and interesting continent.

Do you have pets?: If you do, tell us a little about them: Yes I do! I have a schnoodle (schnauzer + poodle cross). He is the cutest little thing and always gives me snuggles even though he really just wants food haha. I love him to death.

Tell us a little about yourself?: I mean, what’s there to tell? Hmm… I guess I could say I’m a creative person. Work that I’m not inspired by is really difficult for me such as areas like mathematics or science. I’ve always been a creative soul, I much prefer the arts over sitting at a computer and typing equations or finding out molecular structures. That stuff just doesn’t interest me! I’ve always been a girly girl at heart, as I said before I adore the colour pink and cutesy things. Tying in with being a girly girl, I’ve been a hopeless romantic since I can remember. I feel like I always look at the idealistic side of things, which doesn’t help me being a perfectionist. To all the people who aren’t perfectionists, lucky you. It’s beyond frustrating when something isn’t how I want it to be. Making art and other things is a challenge for me, if I’m not completely happy with what I’ve done, I will throw it out. There’s a running joke that I’m not allowed to give up on a piece anymore because I’m that bad! I’ve always been super academic, I’ve never been one for sport as it doesn’t activate my mind as such. Although I must say, swimming is something I’ve always been good at. I’m such a water baby! I’m super in to fashion and photography, it really interests me how you can express yourself through simple things like what you wear. I think that’s it!

Fun or weird fact about you?: My pinky finger on my right hand moves completely on its own. I can move it up and down without any of my other fingers moving. I haven’t met one person who can do it too!

Asks for fanfic authors:

How long have you been writing?: About 3 years now!

Which is your favourite of the fics you’ve written?: Well I mean My Muse Yet My Saviour as that’s the only thing I’ve done in the bughead fandom so far!

Favourite fic/chapter/plot-point/character you’ve ever written?: Probably Chapter 9 of MMYMS. (Spoiler if you haven’t read it!) I was really glad I got to incorporate Jellybean into the story and write her out in my own way as I’ve seen other writers do before. I can’t wait to see how she’s portrayed in S3!

Which was the hardest to write, and why?: All of it, to be honest. Writing is difficult for me as I get bored easily with a lot of things and I have to push myself to put out the best content I possibly can.

How do you come up with the ideas for you fic(s)? (examples: Do you draw inspiration from real life? Listen to music? Get inspired by TV/movies?) Do you have an process to your writing?: Can I say my brain? I just make stuff up as I go along, and somehow make it work! There’s no rhyme or reason to my writing either - I just word vomit onto my document and then organise it!

Idea that you always wanted to write?: Just normal, teenagery bughead. I think that’d be adorable!

Favourite character to write?: Betty - she has so much versatility and you can create a lot of dimension with her!

Best comment/review you’ve ever received?: All of them. I’m so appreciative of all the praise I get, it really motivates me to create more content. Thank you to anyone who’s ever commented, I appreciate you!!

Best and worst parts of being a writer?: Best is probably having that creative outlet to share your work and ideas. It gives me a chance to share all my thoughts and feelings in a way and I love it! Worst is probably the time it takes. Mostly I don’t have enough free time to write and when I do I’m not in the mood. Finding that balance is really difficult.

Do you have any advice to offer?: Keeping working hard! If you don’t push yourself, your work won’t be of your best ability. Giving yourself a challenge shows off your skills and makes you work harder than before, which really pays off.

This is the second instalment of Bughead Family’s Member Spotlight series. Each week, a member’s url is selected through a randomizer and they will be featured in a spotlight post. In order to participate, please join the Bughead Discord (more information found here). Thank you.

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ikesenlemonadestandstories · 7 years ago

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Lightning In Her Soul

Good afternoon party people! Here is part three of the Retrograde Spell story. For previous installments and all my other Ikesen works click the here for the master list! Enjoy the read!! I may or may not have been listening to some super intense music while I was typing this (o.o) so ya know...

xoxo

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[YN]

You were fuming when your brother came on over the system “Way to not escalate that situation idiot. I know you’re not super good with your words but what was that?”

You huffed “I couldn’t help it. You heard them. Absolutely incredulous lot of men. You’re sure I had to go with them?”

“Yes now stop talking, someone’s coming.” you had to resist the urge to answer your brother but you managed as Ishida Mitsunari glided up behind you.

“Excuse me Karasu-san, would you allow me to show you to your room?” He was polite, always had been. If not a little confused but it was a weird situation. You gave him a smile since he was the only one that seemed to treat you with any shred of respect.

“Please. Also we’re about the same age and while I appreciate the formality, I would like it if you called me (YN).” His eyes went wide, and you noticed they were a beautiful swirl of amethyst.

“If you insist, but then please feel free to refer to me as Mitsunari.” he had a soft smile, one that made your heart flutter. I’m sure he was quite popular around here with the maids.

“Alright, thanks. Mitsunari. Now, which way to this room?”

It had been almost a month now and while you were slowly warming up to the others Mitsunari was the only one you ever really sought out for company. Every so often Mitsuhide or Masamune would drop by, but Mitsuhide was clearly still trying to figure out what your objective in staying with people you disliked so much was and Masamune wanted in your proverbial pants...so you had started avoiding being alone with them as much as possible.

You had been told to do whatever girly things you wanted so in a show of defiance you had started cleaning the halls, rearranging the flowers, dusting the rooms, doing laundry, and all other manner of household chores. Mitsunari had tried to help you several times but it was clear that for as smart as he was, he was equally as clumsy with these sorts of things. Though nothing quite compared to his general inability to make and pour tea...how had he even managed up until now.

One day you were dusting the book shelves in the library when you stumbled upon Mitsunari at a table in the back reading. You hadn’t seen him today yet, so this is where he had been? He had seated himself by a small window probably for natural light, but the sun was setting.

“How can you possibly see anything in this low light?” though you hadn’t thought you were being quiet he didn’t respond. Curious. I guess he wants me to leave him alone. Shrugging your shoulders you headed to the Main Hall feeling a little disappointed.

Dinner came and went, and you never did see him drop by to join everyone...I wonder if he’s still reading. Overhearing Hideyoshi and Masamune's conversation a few spaces down the table, you headed off on a new mission.

“This is the third dinner he’s missed this week...what are we going to do with him?” Hideyoshi commented.

“I’ve found the most effective tactic is to just take off his glasses, that usually breaks him from that spell he puts himself in.” Masamune explained

Quietly excusing yourself, you made for the library, sure enough he was still in the back cornerwhere you had left him. You weren’t even sure he had moved, if it wasn’t for the now lit candle he could easily have been mistaken for a statue.

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[Mitsunari]

Something was very clearly wrong. I had stopped not to long ago to illuminate the space so I could continue reading but now all the characters on the page were blurring together. I looked up and my eyes focused in on (YN) holding a tray of food and my glasses. Oh.

“Is it time to eat already?”

“No, you missed dinner. I overheard something and figured you hadn’t moved all day though, so I talked the kitchen staff into letting me make you something.”

Trying not to let the surprise show too much I thanked her for the meal and started eating.

“This is very good, usually Masamune is the one that feeds me.”

She giggled and the room seemed to sparkle, I wonder why.

“Dork, you really should pay more attention to stuff like this. Weren’t you getting hungry?”

Now that I think about it, I was.

Before I knew it (YN) was bringing me food almost every time she found me in that library corner. It was something I now greatly looked forward to. I began realizing I was much less focused as the natural light in the library began to fade, I’m sure it had something to do with knowing she would be arriving soon with something delicious she had made.

I had been waiting for her for a bit now, completely unable to concentrate on the tactical book I was reading. I had already lit the candle and my stomach was audibly complaining. This was unlike her, but then again, something may have come up...she had become very diligent in running the castle after all. Making my way out of the library, leaving a note behind in the event we missed each other, I went to go look for her.

Searching for what seemed like a lifetime, only to have everyone tell me they hadn’t seen her today, which was discouraging and a little concerning. There was a knot forming in my stomach, something was not right. The sun had set hours ago and it was raining, a thunderstorm disturbing the warm summer night. I would try her room one last time, but I may need to notify the others at this rate.

As I traveled the halls to her room, a group of five or six maids scurried past soaking wet. Why had they been outside in this weather. They bowed to me, and went on there way. As they were rounding the corner I heard a snippet of their conversation, in a panic I took off for (YN)’s room.

Sure enough there was a candle lit, and it sounded like she was talking with someone. Knocking just enough to let her know I was coming in I slid the door open. She was in the middle of her room, black hair slick and dripping from the rain, water was running in rivulets down the expanse of her bare back, puddling on the tatami below her. Wait. Bare back? Oh no. My entire face went hot but I was too shocked to move. She turned her head around at my mumbling an apology, her eyes were dangerous at first, a deep orange that held me frozen in place. Something had happened. Before she turned her head away the storm lifted and friendly honey colored pools danced in the fire light.

“If you’re going to stand there, at least shut the door.”

She pulled her hair in front of her to wring it out and my eyes locked onto her back as I slid the door behind me. Covering the expanse of her pale porcelain skin was a stark black design mimicking a wing and talons. Oh I get it, Karasu means crow, that must be a family emblem. Unthinking and enchanted by the intricate lines, I moved behind her, my fingers tracing the complexities of the design, only stopping when she shuddered under my touch.

“Ah, I’m sorry!” I bowed deeply. Why had I done that? “I didn’t...I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll wait out in the hallway.”

Backing away quickly I headed straight for the door. As my hand reached the soft wooden handle she grabbed my shoulder and squeezed.

“Wait,” her eyes were darting around the room, looking at everything but me, as a soft rose color decorated her cheeks. “I could actually use the help.” flashing her very bloody arm at me.

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[YN]

You had been out in town running errands, along the way picking up food here and there that you could use for your meal with Mitsunari tonight. He had become increasingly aware of your presence and it was getting harder and harder to sneak up on him while he was reading. Just the other day he actually caught your wrist as you made for his glasses before smiling the brightest smile you had ever seen. He had you seeing stars ever since, but he seemed so oblivious to the entire thing so you would just have to continue to swoon with the rest of the female castle staff.

Speaking of castle staff, a few of the women who worked the kitchen were over by one of the food stalls, presumably picking out ingredients for tonight's meal. You walked over to join them for the rest of the afternoon’s shopping adventure.

It was the last stall before you started getting into ‘sketchy’ territory and the sky looked like it could open up any minute. Just as you though the green color to the sky was a tad ominous you brother spoke up over the communication system. You ducked into the neares alley so you could have a quick conversation with him.

“I hate to ruin your shopping trip.”

“So don’t” you replied before he could finish. With a deep sigh, you laughed imagining the face he was making right now, he continued.

“I’m picking up a signal on the outskirts of Azuchi, I want to ask you to check it out but I’m a little concerned it’s a trap to lure you away from the castle.”

“Glad I’m not the only one…” you replied to Yuuto.

He had been right, the blip he had been picking up had been a diversion, and because of that you were now stuck out in the rain protecting a flock of kitchen maids from four QA grunts. It’s not like they were hard to manage, but with all of these people to protect you attention wasn’t exactly where you needed it to be.

The last of them lunged for one of the girls towards the back, without thinking you stepped in front blocking as best you could. A searing pain shot through your left arm as you behead the monster immediately.

“Lady (YN), are you alright!” the girls behind you screamed. One of them grabbed your now bleeding arm to examine it, sucking in a breath through your teeth to keep from yelping.

“I’m fine thank you, I’ve had much worse.” they looked horrified “See I’m not actually a princess, but shhh, Nobunaga doesn’t want anyone to know. I was raised in a Samurai family and my father thought it important for his daughters to be able to protect themselves from the evils of this world.” You came up with the most believable excuse you could on the fly hoping they would buy into it.

“Oh that makes sense! As thanks for saving us we won’t tell a sole!” They bowed deeply to you.

“Ahh, no need to be so formal, what do you say we get out of the rain before we all catch colds?” and with that you headed back to the castle.

Parting with the maids in front of your room, lighting a candle and shutting the door behind you Yuuto spoke up. “You know...you don’t do a very good job of blending in.”

“What did you want me to do...just let them get attacked.” You started working off your soaked kimono

“I mean no...but you should at least be more careful. You could have put on your armor in places not visible...you know...like on your arm...I’m not there to fix you. When you do stuff like that it makes me worry plus it would have saved you a lot of clean up.”

“I know, I know, but thanks for worrying...I’ll do better next time.” with one last response for the evening you slide the fabric past your shoulders down your back. As it stuck to your rear you heard a wrap on your door, and before you could answer you heard it slide open. Great...please don’t be Masamune…

Looking over your shoulder you saw Mitsunari, his normally opalescent amethyst eyes now clouded to reflect a dark violet, reminiscent of a byzantine tapestry. No sooner did he flush red clearly frozen in shock. Blushing would only make this worse so you calmed your now racing heart and with a hint of casual, albeit forced, indifference you asked him to at least shut the door. A soft shifting noise let you know the door had been shut, taking the opportunity to wring out your hair. Concentrated on the slight burning in your forearm when you made a fist you hadn’t noticed him creep closer until he was tracing the outlines of your tattoo, you shuddered involuntarily when he reached the sensitive part of your back right along your spine. Lightning coursing through your veins as your heart rate picked up to match the pace of the storm raging outside.

He had tried to leave the room apologising for touching you, but he had made you feel warm and you weren’t quite ready to give that up yet. Thinking of an excuse to keep him in the room with you, you grabbed his shoulder and flashed your wounded arm.

“Wait, I could use the help.”

Since that incident the idea was to just keep a low profile and discreetly fight the Quandom Army when they popped up. You had been relatively successful, minus the fan club of maids you were starting to attract, until today...when they showed up in the hallway.

You had never been delicate. Never, and you were not about to start now. There had to be about eight small fries and another exceptionally large ogre of an experiment blocking the hall.

“You guys new? Haven’t seen you around, either way...I can’t really let you past here. Private party going on inside and all.” Knowing that the six warlords were currently in the Main Hall beyond you finishing up a late night war counsel.

“Why do you insist on talking to them...you know they don’t understand you (YN)” Yuuto chimed in. You brother had been assisting you throughout these last few weeks in building plans with your sister to help you two keep history on track, plus it was nice to have someone to talk to during the day.

“I don’t know...I’m an enigma. Besides how come you only ever speak up when I’m in trouble...don’t feel like just talking.” you drew you blade, waiting for them to advance.

“Can we focus please...that last one is massive! You’re exasperating.”

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[Mitsunari]

We had spent the back half of the war counsel after everyone else had been dismissed talking about the princess, or (YN) rather. It was clear everyone here trusted her now, even Hideyoshi couldn’t deny her efforts in the castle. Nobody out to get the lord of a palace would go to such lengths to see a hallway shine like that. Especially an enemy’s hallway.

About a week into her stay with us she had started running errands for the maids and pages when Nobunaga gave assignments, especially in dangerous parts of the city or in the evenings.

She showed no fear in dancing with Mitsuhide in a battle of wits, every so often she would surprise us with a win.

(YN) had been dropping off herbs and medicines at Ieyasu’s manor and had played a large part in assisting the injured soldiers who had returned from the field after we arrived back at the castle last week.

Masamune would sit in the kitchen’s and watch her make her own food, she had stopped humoring his flirting long ago, but he was still following her around hoping to get a taste of whatever smelled so wonderful.

I also found the little breaks she offered me by visiting while I was in the library quite wonderful. She always had food or tea with her, and she never talked too much. She had terrific people reading skills. I wanted to know more about her, I wanted to know why she had come back soaking wet and bleeding two weeks ago, I wanted to know where she came from, why did she have a sword, who was she always talking to, what had she been doing before we found her?

I found myself wishing her mind were the open pages of a book, and while they were closed off now, I wanted to figure out how to gain access to the library behind her eyes, those bright amber eyes that flickered and danced like a fire.

“Hello, anyone home?” Masamune’s hand was waving in front of my face bringing me out of my thoughts.

“I apologise what is it you were asking me?”

“You seem to be the closest to her. Do you have any idea why the kitchen maids seem to be smitten with the young princess? They fawn over her the way they do for Hideyoshi...it’s...different” Mitsuhide spoke.

He had to be talking about the maids that I saw coming back the same night (YN) was injured, but even I wasn’t sure what had gone down that evening. Without anything concrete to go off of I responded the best I could without tipping anyone off. “I cannot fathom a reason, unfortunately.”

There was a creak followed by a loud pop and we had part of an answer, as (YN) came bursting through the paneling of the shogi door. She appeared to have been thrown across the room, slamming hard against the back wall as three creatures, ones I recognized from the night someone tried to assassinate Nobunaga, lumbered in.

Her eyes were like a prism, sparkling with flashes of vibrant oranges and yellows, like a sun-set playing out in the sky above the clouds before a storm. Paying no heed to anything else in the room. She stood with remarkable grace squaring her shoulders to the beasts, taking a strong stance sword drawn. It was clear to everyone in the room now she hadn’t lied about being well versed in warfare.

“Well guess that’s that. Yuuto, my cover has officially been blown...can I please just decimate these things?”

Yuuto? Who was she talking to. There was no verbal reply from anyone in the room but her eyes shined and a terrifying smile graced her normally sweet features.

“Fantastic.”

The air around her shuddered momentarily and as if I had blinked she was now standing before the room covered head to toe in soul swallowing black. Clad in what appeared to be lightweight armor glowing the same radiant orange as her eyes where the plates met.

Masamune was standing urging everyone back to give space, this had to be serious if even he wasn’t looking to engage. Hideyoshi turned to him “These look like the men that attacked us at Honnoji, how did you manage to defeat them that night?”

He said four words and my heart sank to my stomach, thundering in my chest. “I didn’t...she did.”

Shouting as her blade sliced through one, it disappearing in a fog of thick purples and gray. “Wasn’t me, hrk” she grunted as she perried a monsterous swing. “I was dealing with Nobunaga...it was probably my sister.”

She moved much faster than anyone I had ever seen. Racing at them, an unfamiliar, shrill hollow clang echoed through the hall as their swords continued to meet. Seeing an opening she kicked up hard connecting her foot right underneath it’s jaw, it teetered. Taking the opportunity she drove her sword forward through the center of it, and it burst into a kaleidoscope of fragments dark as the night.

A heavy silence filled the room, the only thing to hear was her heavy breathing. The floor was littered with remnants of clothing and weapons but not a single body could be seen, there was no blood except for the drops flowing from her injuries. Everything had just vanished in a blast of smoke. I would call it a fever dream if not for the five other witnesses in the room, or the fact that it seemed to fill in the last gap of the puzzle. Now it made sense why her body had been littered with small scars, presumably from old battles. These creatures were the reason she appeared to be a walking tapestry of near-misses and fights we could never dream of.

Sheathing her sword she tapped the gemstone attached to her choker. As the black armor disappeared so did her strength. She sank to her knees, closing her eyes letting her head roll back as she exhaled deeply. We made eye contact befor she offered me a bright and familiar smile.

“So who wants to go first?”

Tagging @little-mini-me-world have a blast!

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikésen #ikémen sengoku #ikesen mitsunari #cybird #fanfic #short story #my story #angry music was involved in the making of this fic #part 30

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dontyoupushme · 6 years ago

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Get To Know Me

Tagged by: @dxmedstudent (Thank you!)

Rules: Tag 10 Mutuals You Want to Know Better

1. Name: @bookishmd, and that’s really all I’m gonna go with until I get more comfortable putting my name out on the internet

2. Star sign: Libra

3. Height: 5′10″, although according to my last physical I may have grown a quarter of an inch over the past year, so maybe 5′10.25″? I dunno, bodies are weird...

4. Put your iTunes or Spotify on shuffle. What are the first 4 songs that come up?

-Grigio Girls by Lady Gaga

-Why So Serious? from The Dark Knight Soundtrack

-Farmer Refuted from Hamilton

-Irish Heartbeat by Van Morrison

5. Ever had a poem or song written about you?

No, I don’t think so...?

6. When was the last time you played guitar?

Two summers ago I attempted to learn how to play guitar, and I am incredibly bad at it. I haven’t played since then, but it’s always on my maybe-someday-to-do list for skills that I’d love to have in theory but might not have the patience to develop.

7. Who is your celebrity crush?

OH TOO MANY. SO MANY. But right now I’m on the Noah Centineo train, I’ve watched To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before a possibly unhealthy amount of times. And Noah is a bit too young for me, which would normally bother me but I watch that movie and suddenly I’m 15 and dopey and swoony again...

8. What’s a sound you hate and a sound you love?

Hate the sound of babies crying, not because they’re irritating, but because hearing babies cry is actually kind of painful for me now? Like I have a visceral mom reaction that I’ve never had before in my youth, but I’m feeling older every day and that biological clock is ticking and everytime a baby cries I get a reminder of it...so yeah

I love the sound of laughter, rain, and when a ball hits the sweet spot of a tennis racquet and makes that popping sound.

9. Do you believe in ghosts?

Ok, so I’ve been studying science for years now, I get it, no physical evidence, hoaxes, blah blah blah I don’t need to hear the lecture about how ghosts don’t exist. That being said, if there’s any house that is rumored to be haunted, I’m never going near it. I believe in the scientific method and I also believe in covering my bases.

10. How about aliens?

I mean, probably? There’s probably life in the universe somewhere other than on Earth, but I’m doubtful it’ll look like anything we’ve imagined aliens to be.

11. Do you drive?

I drive about as well as I play guitar, which is pretty abysmally. I tend to get anxious when I drive, and I had my dad teach me how to drive which I DO NOT RECOMMEND.

12. What was the last book you read?

The Feather Thief, which was amazing, and I’m currently reading Getting Things Done by David Allen which is changing my productivity life right now.

13. Do you like the smell of gasoline?

No, I’m not one of those people, it just gives me headaches.

14. What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

I broke my hand my junior year of college because I had a bad fall, which is such a lame story. I also played tennis in high school and have sprained both of my ankles too many times to count. Not great on the physical coordination front.

15. Do you have an obsession right now?

Yes, one might argue too many. Learning how to draw, bullet journaling, photography, ballet, I’m possibly overcompensating by doing tons of girly stuff in my adulthood after thinking I was too cool for it in my childhood

16. Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

I try not to, but it’s incredibly difficult for me. What usually happens is that whoever’s “done me wrong” usually ends up being cut out of my life. I just stop communicating, I just don’t see them, and even if down the road I can think of the person without any hard feelings, I don’t feel the need to have people who’ve hurt me deeply in my life.

17. In a relationship?

Nope, but I’m hoping to get a dog one day, so that’s where I am romantically

Tagging @shirubame, @osointricate, @imnotcuteimadorabloodthirsty, @medblurred, @somewhat-honest-abe, @mayalice18, @wallflowerwaitlist, @thekingsstudy, @studiousmedic, @21chrysanthemums, and literally anyone who wants to do this :)

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chill-that-ur-inmyhead · 4 years ago

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Have you ever felt a baby kick? nope

What colour pants/shorts are you wearing? black leggings

When is the last time you did something truly fun, and what was it? recently listened to a vinyl my ex got for me and it just escalated to me listening to all my vinyl’s in my room!

What was the scariest moment of your life? June 2020, I had submitted my dissertation and it meant no more uni now it was real life.... and real life meant a global pandemic - safe to say I had some panicky moments

Have you ever heard of Leonard Cohen? nope

Pancakes or flapjacks? flapjacks

What kind of computer are you on? dell Inspiron 15 3000 laptop (black)

Do you eat Chinese food? If so, what’s your favorite dish? YES, chow mein usually chicken

What are you usually doing at midnight? scrolling through twitter

Have you ever developed feelings for a friend, but you were already with someone? yeah but I didn’t realise it had happened until after I moved away

If so, how did it turn out? we didn’t see each other since I left the place we worked at together

Give me your brief definition of love. just pure bliss that feels like home

What is the most beautiful part of the human body, male or female? eyes, they are the windows to the soul

What kind of shoes do you wear? I like dad sneakers, very chunky

What is the worst thing you’ve ever done when you were really angry? told my ex boyfriend’s new girlfriend that he was still talking to me

Are there any pills you take on a daily basis? If so, what? birth control

Do you like the smell of coconuts? yes

What is the heaviest you think you can lift? ooof I don’t know really

Do you take Tums? nope??? no idea what that is?

Have you ever walked on a pier at the beach? yes, we have one in my home town

How about under one? yes

At what age do you first remember feeling butterflies in your stomach around someone? I guess I had crushes on a couple of guys in my class back in the day so I guess below the age of 10, maybe around 8 or 9

Do you feel that way around anyone now? not right now

Do you ever talk to yourself or think deep thoughts while on the toilet? yes

Do you ever sing to yourself? sing along to music but never without - I am tone deaf

What is a sound that relaxes you? hmmm I guess the sound of the beach, waves crashing the usual nature sounds

How hard has it been to reach your main goal in life? main goal is to be happy and it has been difficult in a pandemic

Do you remember the song about hoes in different area codes? ummm? no? sounds like a bop haha

What is your main heritage? British

What kind of pickles do you prefer, if you like pickles? not for me

What kind of cheese do you prefer, if you like cheese? mature cheddar is my daily go to but I like a lot of cheeses

If you could have a sea creature as a pet, what would you want? dolphin

How about a farm animal? horse

So, do you have hoes in different area codes? I used to but they left me ;)

What is the most annoying song you can think of that came out recently? tbh any song that has been ruined by tik tok

What is a song that you hate to admit you like? rick astley never gonna give you up - before rick rolling was a thing I bopped to this song and still can

What inspires you to get off your bum and do something productive? pinterest mood boards, e.g if I can get my room to look as good as they can then I’ll do something productive

Do you ever use Urban Dictionary? yes

Do you find the definitions on there to be generally funny or stupid? funny

What comes to your mind when you hear the word ‘transformation’? transformers movies

What was something you regularly played with as a child? Barbies forever

Have you ever given in to peer pressure? sure

What part of your body have you had the most problems with in your life? feet!!! they just hate me

Do a lot of people check you out when you’re in public? not in a way that is annoying I guess

What is a good name for a turtle? Raphael

Can you imitate any accents well? If so, which one(s)? american is pretty easy, maybe australian

Do you like having your ear nibbled on? depends who is doing the nibbling

What makes a good kisser a good kisser? soft lips, not too much tongue and can keep the teeth at bay How many times a year do you have a family thing? with extended family usually twice a year

What are the best things to put in a smoothie? strawberries, bananas, yoghurt and milk (maybe I should branch out because that’s literally all I have)

Do you ever eat with your eyes closed and just focus on the taste? chocolate for sure

What do you dislike most about where you live right now? we are in lockdown and I can’t continue practicing my driving!!!

Has anyone ever given you a rose/roses? yes, honestly you would think flowers are cliche but oh boy do I love receiving them

Are you watching your weight? yup..... watching it GROW haha

Have you ever become really good friends with someone you found online? for my second and third year of uni I had to find flatmates online and yeah friendships were formed

What makes your best friend your best friend?

I can talk to them about anything and even tho life can take us to different places we’ll always have each other

Do you have a drunk uncle? nah

Do you hear weird noises in your house at night? I used to, it was only the old boiler kicking in the heating but recently we got a new one and it doesn’t make weird noises, I kinda miss them

What is something you do that is generally more like something the opposite sex does? eh I don’t think I do anything ‘guy’ like

What is the girliest thing you do, if you’re a girl? just girly things hahaha eh idk, I like getting my nails done every month or so

What is the coolest tattoo you’ve ever seen? I think it was Rihanna that got a tattoo at the centre of her chest and I thought it was really cool with the placing and style

Have you ever created anything artistic that you’re proud of? If so, what? nah

Do you only eat the middle of the oreo, if you eat oreos? I eat all of it

Do you know anyone with a huge ego? yes

If so, is there anything else about them you actually like? they have moments of being humble too

Do you have any friends who are more like siblings to you? hmmmm not yet

If so, what about them do you like most?

What do you like on your hotdogs, if you eat hotdogs? ketchup!!

What is everyone else in your house doing right now? sleeping

How long do you think it would take you to run a mile? ah 15 mins maybe idk?????

Look down. What do you see? my cute pjs - been really into pjs ever since moving back home and not living independently anymore What is a subject that makes you uncomfortable? homelessness

What is a subject you can talk on and on about and not get sick of it? taylor swift (can’t guarantee whomever I am talking to about her will get sick of it haha)

What kind of mood were you in most of today? not too bad, just a constant state of boredom waiting for the day for this pandemic to be over

Has anyone ever walked in on you naked? yes but we were dating so nbd

Tell me an inside joke you have with someone. my grandad was born in India and I used to go around saying that I was 1/4 Asian but ofc my friends knew I was joking now it’s a running joke

What is the worst thing you’ve ever done to someone emotionally? I guess led someone on

How do you feel now about the first person you ever dated? glad I had nice first dating experiences to reminisce about

How about the last person (your last ex)? bit more painful since we were together longer and went through a lot but as time moves forward it gets easier

What is the best invention ever invented? apple airpod pros(noise cancellation is a dream)

What is something that needs to be invented? honestly up until a year ago it was noise cancelling bluetooth earphones

What always makes you burp? I don’t usually burp tbh

What are you doing tomorrow? going for a walk in the rain to try out my new raincoat, fixing my curtain and finally putting up my fairy lights

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do a RFA + V and saeran with an MC that is tomboy but suddenly turns girly because MC is afraid that the RFA will leave them because of their tomboy ish personality

hi dear!! your request was so angsty cute i haD to do it immediately! i’m so bad i was doing another one before yours buT! no worries coz i was just getting started on it. sorry this got so lonG! & i hope this is what you were looking for :) thank you for stopping by~ why did they get so angstY??

707/Saeyoung

is honestly surprised when mc first starts acting all girly

because the mc he knew, from all of their social media history, they had been a tomboy!

the sudden change was surprising. not bad, because mc looks! adorable! in dresses???

he never knew this was a thing he would want to see??

but he sensed something was wrong when mc started growing their hair out 0because! why! mc?! you always said long hair bothers you so much??

boy honestly can’t understand why mc is putting themself through the hell of growing their hair out?

the outfits and sudden interest in cute shoes and accessories he understands

because…! it’s totally okay to explore one’s interests?

but the hair thing is bothering him

doesn’t take him long to figure out what could be the problem

is so! sad! to know mc felt they needed to change themself so much

immediately runs to where mc is in the other room, and definitely tries to play it lightly going all like mc whyy? why didn’t you tell me you started wearing dresses because you’re scared??

mc tries to deny for a good 10 minutes

but he is 707! and mc ends up admitting, embarrassed, that they were really scared he would get annoyed/tired pretty quick and leave them because of their decidedly boyish personality

feels really guilty that mc felt they couldn’t be straightforward with him yet

doesn’t show his self loathing!

instead focuses on making mc feel more relaxed by joking around and teasing them by pinching their nose

oi mc! i wouldn’t leave someone i love just because they don’t fit a certain role society created. remember i fell in love with who you are, not what you are

proceeds to give cuddles to a furiously blushing mc because holy hell saeyoung it gets people hot and bothered when you get all deep like that!

Zen/Hyun

oh boyy!! he couldn’t! stop staring!

so this is why you never wore dresses before mc. you knew my wolf would awaken!

honestly his flirting hasn’t gotten any better

he is also pretty quick to notice the mask mc has started to hide behind the more girly things mc does

it’s probably because he is a professional actor that he notices so quick!

honestly mc shouldn’t be surprised when he confronts them just the third day

starts by telling mc how they don’t ever have to change anything about them

for anyone. especially not him!

is a total sweet heart about the whole thing and they both spend the day having a heart to heart

takes mc out for a ride on his bike to the mountains

spending the night stargazing is honestly! so! relaxing!

sleeping under and open sky is another one of both their favorite shared hobbies

it reminds mc how silly it was of them to have kept their fears bottled up form this sweet man

Yoosung

honestly takes a while to notice.

because LOLOL is fun and exams are tough

but on the last day of exams when he gets home to mc in a skirt

he flips

because??? mc?? since when???

mc is annoyed to say the least. they have been torturing themselves all this time for! nothing!

really regret having not just stuck to their hoodies and jeans all those days

it’s actually really easy to explain to yoosung why they are in a skirt, because he listens with wide eyes and has their hands held tight all the while

yoosung is so earnest when he clings to mc and is going on about how much he loves mc and how they are the coolest s/o he could have ever hoped for and how he would never trade them for all the rare LOLOL items in the world

and it’s so touching and mc feels so relieved and so silly at the same time

after mc is feeling much better and dressed back in their favorite attire, yoosung shyly asks if mc could tell him beforehand if they ever decide to dress all girly again please

because! they had looked really cute in that

and as much as yoosung loVED the regular, cool mc,

he wouldn’t mind a cute mc once in a while

mc just tells him they would only dress up again if yoosung did too

yoosung laughs, and mc did mean it as a joke… they wouldn’t force yoosung to dress up unless he was okay with it

but they thought the idea wasn’t so bad

they could take wearing a dress if it was on their own terms

maybe once in a while they’d feed their curiosity for an interesting dress

Jaehee

this girl can not for the life of her understand why mc is suddenly trying to speak more politely than they usually do

she’s not complaining, not really, but she was so used to her blunt mc who had a charm all of their own!

one good thing is mc starts actually shopping from the girls areas and they! look! stunning in that new tanktop!

but jaehee worries

because while mc is starting to look after their physical appearance more, they have become quieter and don’t look as bright as they used to before

their regulars at the coffee shop are starting to notice too and jaehee is lost because how many times has she answered already that mc is going through a tough spot and will be fine?

honestly she is having a hard time believing her own words too now

bae is infinitely glad that their regulars are considerate enough to not directly ask mc those questions about their wellbeing because they probably don’t know but if they did ask mc such things, mc would just shut down completely

is so shocked when mc refuses a burger??

things are much worse than she had been thinking, she realizes

because mc saying no to greasy meal is! apocalyptic!

worries 10x more!!

research mode on!! but the things she finds do not! make! sense!!??

why would mc fear abandonment? they had never seemed unsure of themselves before

and jaehee was sure she had never complained about their dressing or their behaviour???

sure she nagged them about their unhealthy eating habits from time to time, but mc knew she only worried… didn’t they??

confronts mc bluntly because she is angry! and shaken up! and she honestly knows she’ll just beat uselessly around the bush if she tries to go the ‘picking her words considerately’ route

mc i thought you knew me well enough to know that i would tell you if your dressing, or anything about you at all, bothered me

glares when mc sighs tiredly because no mc! you don’t get to ease out of this lecture jeahee is going to rain down on you

jaehee is strict and to the point but! she adds in lots of praises, especially when mc least expects it

lots of happy cuddles in matching hoodies ensues

Jumin

mr.chairman is pretty quick to notice too and is very pleasantly surprised!

excitedly purchases mountains of cute dresses and accessories at the start because hell yes! he’ll finally get to spoil mc like the prince/ss he wants to treat them as

clouded by his own excitement at first, it understandably takes him some time to notice the decidedly lesser communicative mc

what actually got his attention was when mc wouldn’t keep up discussions with him

jumin had always enjoyed his talks with mc, always taking an interesting turn, mc always having an opinion they wanted to voice and things they wanted to explain

it’s like he wakes up from a spell and notices the cracks in reality for the first time in along time

because! how had he not noticed how sad mc had become??

how long had he let it go on?!

this was totally unacceptable!

is halfway through the phone call booking an appointment with a psychiatrist when mc walks in and silently, very politely asks him to not

before he knows it he has cancelled the call because how! could he not listen to his prince/ss??

looks despondently at his phone for a moment before taking in a tired looking mc

my love, what has happened? why have you become so depressed?

it takes a bit gentle coaxing, but mc finally admits,warily, as to why they were trying to do more feminine things and how it made them feel

more than anything he is angry with himself because it was probably him always wanting to treat mc like a prince/ss that it happened. because of him forcing his affections that way

is so sorry!! hugs mc tight and apologizes profusely, saying that he would rather see them happy than become a shell of what they were

when mc mentions it was mostly their own fear of losing jumin than the fact that they felt pressured because of him wanting to see them in fancy dresses

still blames himself 90% at least

tells mc how he loves them so much and how he could never even think of spending a day without them

makes a habit of telling them how much they mean to him every day so this never happens again

also spoils mc with all the fighting games and guy clothes they want. even more than he used to before

V/Jihyun

this angel notices the slight changes immediately

the slight changes that mc starts making in their dressing, in the way they speak, in the way they hold themselves

is confused as heck because ??? what is happening to mc???

doesn’t say anything at first because it’s mc’s choice what they wear and how they act

also because he senses they are troubled and doesn’t want to add to it???

only thing is!! they are not acting and dressing how they want to! and that is the cause of mc’s ongoing angst!

feels so bad when he figures it out!

decides to intervene immediately because this concerns his love’s wellbeing!

is getting twitchy while he waits for mc to come back from their trip to the grocery store

mc, you know i love you right?

it’s a weird greeting to get home to, but jihyun is very expressive of his feelings so mc is not too alarmed

but something seems off so mc goes to sit beside their angel. he seems to have something to say afterall

v gently takes mc’s hands in his own and waits till he’s sure they are looking at him

no matter what you do or how you dress. no matter how you speak. i will always love you.

mc is close to tears but v doesn’t know yet because his eyes are still healing after the operation

he adds as an after thought, you know you can always talk to me about anything bothering you right?

is ! so ! happy! when mc bawls into his shoulder as they hug him tightly. he’s sad that mc felt so much pain but is more happy because they are being so open with him

wraps his arms tightly around mc till they feel at least a bit how much he loves them

Saeran

definitely approves at first because he obviously loves stylish clothes and accessories

he never disliked what mc wore before either

but he likes to see this new side of mc

asks mc what made them suddenly change their dress style

because it means a lot to him

and he knows mc must have a reason for such a drastic change so suddenly

when mc closes up on the issue he notices and immediately realizes something is wrong

gets pissed but tries not to react angrily because he! is just! worried!

manages to make mc spill because what?? did someone threaten you?! you know i’ll make their life miserable just tell me who, mc!

is very confused when mc blurts out their insecurity because???

is mc even listening to themself??? after all they ahd done for him, did they honestly think he would just up and leave because they were a freakin tomboy?!

is offended!

but also sad

has a talk with mc, it’s awkward and emotional and quite impulsive buT!

his intentions come through and it’s working to calm mc down

wraps mc’s hoodie around their shoulders, telling them not to be so silly next time

#mystic messenger hc #mystic messenger #mysmes #mystic messenger rfa #mystic messenger v #mystic messenger saeran

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