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SEVEN ROYALTIES

“once upon a time there was a promised couple, that time made them realize that sometimes, promises can be broken” — yang jungwon

yang jungwon x fem!reader genre: childhood friends to lovers , promised to marry , fluff , angst ! warnings: mentions of food , pregnancy i think , maybe curse words (do lmk if i missed something!!) || NOT PROOFREAD !!

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NOTE. WOW!!!! can you believe how much time it took me to write this? i had an intense writer block and didnt know where to continue, lets not forget about my basically hiatus bc of school and etc.. im SO terribly sorry for taking too long, y’all clearly don’t deserve that!! also, riki’s parts are kind of mentioned? not so sure…

“ready?”

“i’ve never been ready-ier”

“that’s not even a word!”

“and who are you to decide?”

“stop fighting will you? it happens every time, unbelievable”

“y/n, jungwon, stop bickering, everyone’s waiting for you”

you took a deep breath and jungwon held your hand.

as you entered the big hall all you could’ve heard for claps and cheers.

“happy birthday!” they all said in harmony.

that’s right, you and jungwon celebrate your birthday together, as you were born at the same day within a few hours difference, he was born first.

it probably had something to do with your mothers being best friends.

the queens of other kingdoms being inseparable just shows everyone that you don’t have to be in rivalry to win a happy life.

when your mother announced her pregnancy, jungwon’s mother cried out of joy, saying that she too, is pregnant.

it was even more exciting to see both of the queens celebrate everything that has to do with their pregnancy together.

birthday celebrations has never been as big as your birthday, mostly because of the over excitement your mothers both felt and still feel.

as soon as they revealed the genders, it was like a sign for them, and even before you were born, you were promised to each other.

“y/n, meet jungwon” your mother used her sweetest voice as she introduced jungwon to you. you were one day old and the queens already made sure you know each other, even though you probably won’t remember it.

“you do realize they won’t remember it in five minutes too, right?” your father tried to bring her back to earth but she was already gone in cloud 9.

growing up was quite interesting you’d say.

your mom made sure to visit hybe kingdom every monday and thursday, and jungwon’s mother came to visit every tuesday and friday. it has already became a ritual for both you and jungwon.

“y/n! it’s time to go!” your mother called you while you were busy playing with jungwon.

“i have to go now, but i will see you tomorrow, right?” you asked him and he nodded.

“you already know you will”

there was nothing more touching than to see you and jungwon getting along and spending time together, your mothers were clearly the happiest.

not only that you got along with jungwon, you got along with each of his siblings, and he definitely had bunch.

“fancy seeing you here again, y/n” heeseung came and ruffled your hair.

“it’s like we haven’t seen you for years!” jake added.

“how have you been? we missed you” jay hugged you.

“you’re always playing with jungwon but never walk up to us” sunghoon pout.

“we’re just glad to see you again” sunoo smiled widely.

“y/n can i join you two?” riki asked

they were definitely your siblings as well, and you love each and every one of them.

“find your own y/n then! don’t steal her from me” jungwon would always argue with them and scoff.

you just giggled and gave each of them a hug before going outside with jungwon.

“don’t be too harsh on them” you said and he rolled his eyes.

“they’re just trying to tease me”

“they’re your siblings, it’s like, a part of them”

he rolled his eyes once again and started running around.

as you slowly grow up with each other, you were slowly starting to develop something special towards each other.

“drawing again?” jungwon caught you in one of your castle rooms you used to paint in.

you grew a lot of habits, and one of them was drawing. you were never really confident in them, but jungwon always complimented them and even took some of them to hang in his room, he kept you motivated.

“you already know” you giggled.

growing up together for thirteen years already taught you so much about each other, you knew his strengths and his weaknesses, and he knew yours.

“can you teach me some tricks?” he asked and you looked at him confused, “i want to learn how to draw too”

you nodded and prepared a new canvas for him.

“sit here and adjust your chair so that it’ll feel comfortable enough for you, your hands needs to be a bit bent but not too much” you ordered him and he did as you said.

“usually you just start with a few….” you started teaching him the basics and guided him through it.

“before you make that line, make sure it’s angled and…” you held his wrist and fixed his posture as well, “like that!”

you failed to notice his blushing cheeks as you were too focused on teaching him, but he was too busy thinking about how close you are.

“it was fun seeing you today! i’ll see you tomorrow!” jungwon waved you goodbye as he left.

you left out a big sigh as he left, lately your mind has been occupied by so many thoughts about the future.

“is something wrong dear?” your mother, who stood next to you held your shoulders and caressed them.

“i’m just worried about something” you pout and your mother bent down a bit.

“what is it?” she asked softly.

“what if me and jungwon will no longer be together like the way we are now? what if he’ll lose interest and……”

“y/n, honey, you and jungwon are promised to each other, no matter what happens you’ll always be together”

you and jungwon basically grew up into the fact that you’re promised to each other, your families barely even mentioned it because it was so easy to understand.

“you’re right, but what if…?”

“you’re too worried about something that will probably never happen!” she joked and you nodded.

right, you’re probably overreacting.

at age sixteen, your parents signed you up for a royalty high school, where the high society teens attended. and of course they forced jungwon’s parents to sign him up too, with the excuse of ‘it’s always better to have more education!’

“ready?”

“i’ve never been ready-ier”

“that’s still not a word” jungwon signed and you just giggled.

“before we get in the class,” you spoke and extended your pinky in front of him, “promise me nothing bad is going to happen between us”

“don’t be stupid, of course nothing will happen” he locked your pinkies together and laughed.

even though he laughed it out, inside he was scared for his life. he knows high school changes people’s personalities, and he was so damn scared that something might happen between the two of you.

he doesn’t care about losing everything else in his life, as long as he never loses you.

“please welcome y/n and jungwon!” the teacher introduced you to the classroom and you heard cheers and claps.

you released your hand that was holding jungwon’s and waved at your new classmates.

jungwon looked at you, confused with your actions.

“hello, i’m y/n, please treat me well” you smiled and they all clapped and cheered again.

“y/n please sit next to leehan” leehan raised his hand.

“oh but we—“ jungwon was about to ask the teacher to let you sit together but you were to quick to move away and sit beside leehan.

“hello, i’m jungwon” he introduced himself and the class cheered.

“jungwon please sit next yunah” the teacher asked and jungwon went to sit beside minju.

he was already starting to feel like nothing good is going to come out of this.

“hey y/n! let’s sit for lunch!” jungwon called you and you nodded happily.

“i told leehan he can join us too! can you believe i actually made a new friend?” you asked and he nodded.

he was really happy to see you happy.

“is that okay?” you looked at him worriedly and he immediately smiled.

“of course! i’m excited to meet your friend!!” he genuinely smiled and started walking with you.

he was about to grab your hand and hold it but noticed you were busy holding your books.

guess your holding hands’ agreement is starting to fall.

“i know nothing about this school, we almost got lost at the entrance” you joked and leehan chuckle as jungwon was busy overthinking.

“i’ll guide you whenever you want, just tell me and i’ll be there” leehan replied and you smiled.

oh how jungwon wished the be the only one who can make you smile like that.

lunch went amazing according to you, jungwon was too deep in thoughts to notice it anyway.

“won! i won’t be going back home together with you today, leehan invited me to his place”

“hm? oh, okay” he mumbled as he saw your excited look on your face.

you were so excited to get new friends that you’ve failed to notice jungwon’s weird actions throughout the whole day.

he’s been weirdly quiet, barely even had a normal conversation with someone.

“jungwon? why aren’t you eating?” heeseung, his older brother did manage to notice his weird personality shift, jungwon would usually eat and brag about how much he enjoys his meal.

“just not feeling too hungry” the younger sighed as his six other brothers looked at him.

“something is not right” jay whispered to heeseung and he nodded.

“are you sur—“ “yeah, i’m sure” he pierced his gaze towards them and left them speechless.

he’d never get into a person’s sentence.

“okay then”

the awkwardness was very much present after that.

“so y/n tell us, how was school?” your parents asked.

“oh it was amazing! i met a new friend, his name is leehan”

“leehan from (name of kingdom)?” your mother’s eyes widened.

you nodded and smiled, “he was actually being kind and sincere!”

“oh that’s amazing! i heard he’s a very much handsome guy, how come you’ve never seen him in any celebrations we go to?”

“don’t be silly honey, she always paid attention to jungwon”

“jungwon!”

“hm?”

before you even let them finish their question, you got up from your seat, “it’s late, but i need to go to see jungwon!” you hurried outside.

“you have a visitor” those four words managed to confuse jungwon, who in their right minds would come visit him at this hour?

“yunah?” he asked as he noticed the figure that was waiting for him in his garden.

“jungwon! i had to see you, even if its so late already” she smiled and got closer to hug him but he stopped her.

“what are you doing here at this hour? couldn’t this wait until tomorrow?” he asked, he can’t remember being so close to her to the point that she’ll be showing up in his place at this hour. they just met today!

“i…i just wanted to tell you that if you need any help i’ll be here to assist you, i’m really glad to have you as my classmate” this time she hugged him before he could stop and he just froze in his place, trying to process what was happening.

while yunah was busy hugging jungwon, and he was busy being so deep in thoughts and confused, you were there to witness it all.

you wanted to ask him about his day, to tell him how much fun you had with leehan and how you couldn’t stop telling him stories about jungwon, you wanted jungwon to be included in anything that you did, and with every new friend that you got.

you didn’t even want to interrupt their so called ‘beautiful moment’. you were so confused and too tired to even understand what was happening.

so you ran away back to your place, promising to yourself that from now on, you’ll take a step back from jungwon and let him live his life freely.

so what if you’re promised to each other? sometimes people can’t keep their promises.

“jungwon”

“hm?”

“what if we grow apart one day?”

“that’ll never happen”

“but what if it will?”

“i will make sure it’ll never happ—“

“what if it will?”

“i…..i will make sure to get us back together”

“what if i’ll end up hating you?”

“y/n what kind of—“

“answer me please”

“i will continue trying to get you back to me, even if you hate me”

“what if you’ll start liking someone?”

“i’ll get back to my senses, we’re promised to each other!”

“sometimes promises can’t be kept…..”

“hm?”

“never mind….”

“now tell me, why did you ask those questions?”

“i’m just scared to lose you”

“you’ll never lose me”

thinking about this old moment between you and jungwon made you chuckle in disbelief, you were right all along.

always trust your instincts.

“hey y/n!” jungwon called you.

“hi” you answered dryly.

“is everything okay?” he asked worriedly and you hummed.

“let’s go grab ice crea—“ “can’t, going out with friends after school”

“oh…okay”

it hurt like a bitch seeing his disappointed face, but he has yunah now, she can help him feel better.

“jungwon! didn’t get to ask how was your first day at school yesterday!” leehan smiled towards jungwon who sat across him on lunch.

“it was okay”

“how is it going with you and yunah? i saw the both of you getting really close”

you almost choked on your food hearing what leehan said.

“yeah she’s a great friend”

great friend my ass.

“i’d like to see where it’s going” leehan winked and jungwon returned to eat his lunch while you rolled your eyes.

slowly but surely, the days flew by, and with each day that passed, you and jungwon became more distant.

“where’s jungwon?” leehan asked as you were about to take a bite from your lunch.

“huh? oh, i don’t know” you shrugged.

for the first time ever since you started school, jungwon didn’t sit with you for lunch.

he got some new friends to sit with, yunah was one of them.

you also, got yourself your perfect friends circle, you became basically inseparable.

both yours and his friends, were there to witness how you slowly turn into strangers, and it scared them.

all of the students in the school knew each other, as everyone always attend to the same events and see each other. it was no wonder everyone knows about you and jungwon and how strong your bond is.

while everyone was busy chatting with strangers on big events, you and jungwon made sure to stick together no matter what.

it pains almost every student to be witnessing your sudden distance and awkwardness.

“hey honey! it’s been a while since we saw jungwon, are you both okay?” your mother asked, concerned as its been months since she last saw her best friend’s son.

“yeah mom, we’re always hanging out with our shared friends”

lying is not cool y/n.

“oh! well invite him here sometimes too! i miss my son” she pout and hugged you.

you just sighed in relief and hugged her back.

“i’m changing some seats arrangements, so each two students names i say will sit together” your teacher ordered and you sighed, praying that she’ll let you stay next to leehan.

“y/n and jungwon” your worst nightmare happened.

it’s not like you were enemies, the tension was just so awkward between the two of you.

as if nothing happened between you two before.

you took your bag and sat next to jungwon without saying a word. you failed to notice his sincere look on his face, he really misses you.

“with your new seats, you’ll be also getting a new project to work on in pairs, your partner will be the one who sits next to you” okay now you’re sure universe hates you.

jungwon cleared his throat before he spoke, “let’s start working on it tomorrow, you’re free to come to my place”

my place. it used to be ‘our’ place before.

“don’t worry about missing me! i’ll see you tomorrow at your place!” younger you smiled widely at younger jungwon as you waved goodbye to him.

“it’s not only my place! it’s yours too!! from now on its ‘ours!’” he said and you nodded.

“same about my pl— our place!” you giggled.

whenever one of you would invite the other, you’d use the term ‘our’ place.

now jungwon said his place, and it suddenly felt so cold and distant.

you slowly nodded and walked away.

jungwon watched you as you stepped away, he wanted to add more, he wanted to tell you he misses seeing you at his place but failed, something was stopping him from doing so.

“y/n dear it’s been a while since we saw you! i feel like i’ve seen yunah here lately more than you!” jungwon’s mother welcomed you with open hands, “better keep up the competition” she teased and winked, knowing no matter what, you and jungwon will end up together anyway.

it wasn’t the same for you though.

“he’s in his painting room, only god knows how he’s the only one who managed to keep his habit” she’s referring to your old habit of drawing. if it wasn’t you who taught him your few tricks he probably would’ve find interest in something else, but something in painting just drew him to it.

you on the other hand stopped with your little habit, choosing a new one to entertain you.

you knocked softly on the door, and you heard a loud thud sound, “is everything okay?” you asked.

“yeah….” you heard a faint voice and relaxed as he opened the door.

his hair was a bit messy and curly, and you could see the paint stains on his face as he tried to wipe them off. he looks so cute.

“hey” you called, “hey” he answered.

“um, we said we’d work on the project”

“oh right, um” he sighed, “just wait in my room i’ll get cleaned up”

you nodded and instead of going to his room you roamed around.

“y/n!” you heard a voice calling you, you looked behind you and saw riki smirking at you.

“what a surprise” he said, “we haven’t seen you here lately”

“yeah, school has been really stressful, but we’re hanging out together after school with our shared friends” you lied again.

“y/n i thought we never keep lies in our family” he glared at you.

him being younger than you doesn’t change the fact that you shouldn’t be scared of him.

this troublemaker is terrifying.

“i’m sorry?”

“y/n! i’m so glad to see you” heeseung came to rescue and hugged you tightly, “we all missed you, can’t stop talking about you”

he was glaring at riki and signaling him to go away while you were busy hugging him so you didn’t even notice.

riki rolled his eyes, “um, i have some arrangements to make for my birthday, so i’ll see you around”

you nodded and continued hugging heeseung.

“how have you been?” you asked

“oh you know, dealing with one specific person”

“huh?”

“not something you should worry about”

“y/n?” jungwon came back and heeseung winked at you as he got the clue and walked away.

“i was on my way to your room when i got stopped by riki”

jungwon nodded, although both of you know very well that the place you’re in isn’t even on the way to jungwon’s room.

“so let’s part the project and each one of us will do their part instead of always working on it together” you suggested.

“i can get leehan’s help—“

“no we can work on it together”

“it’s really fine—“

“we need to work on it together so we’ll understand each other better” he raised his voice a bit and you were taken aback.

“you’re right” you mumbled and nodded.

a few hours passed since you started working on the project together, and the only words you exchanged were words about your project and nothing more than that.

you miss being with him and hanging out with him, but not like that.

“why don’t you stay for dinner y/n?” his mother asked as it was already late.

as you were busy staring at her, jungwon glanced at you, his eyes full of hope that you’d say yes, he missed this.

“i can’t today…i promised my parents i’ll eat with them today” you respectfully declined the offer as you were lying through your teeth.

your parents were on duties and you’d eat your dinner alone today, you were just too afraid that once you stay for dinner, you won’t be able to leave. you will never want to.

“alright darling, i really enjoyed seeing you, come here more! i know school is stressful but we’d really like to see you”

you gave her a hug and went away.

“oh right jungwon! you need to start getting ready to your brother’s wedding, it’s in a few days and nothing is ready yet!”

jay’s wedding is coming closer and closer, jungwon would once again will have to be introduced to other princesses, although everyone already knows who's the person he’s going to marry.

he just nodded and went back to his room.

when he entered his room, he noticed you forgot your bracelet as you put it down to be able to write better.

he sighed loudly, knowing he’d have to give it to you the other day.

you and jungwon rarely talk in school already, it’ll be very awkward to do so but he knows he has to, the chances of seeing you outside of school are low.

“here, you forgot it at my place” he mumbled as he handed you your bracelet at lunch in front of your friends.

they started whispering and gasping as you cleared your throat, “thank you” you quickly took it and put it on your hand again.

he nodded slightly and walked away back to his friends.

“what was that?” one of your friends asked.

“nothing” you mumbled and stuck a spoon in your mouth.

“oh you look so pretty! i pity all the princes you’re about to meet, they don’t know yet that you’re off the market” your mother clasped her hands and smiled.

being introduced to other royalties as creating a curiosity and maybe getting the chance of finding a partner was very common around your age, your and jungwon’s parents didn’t want to tell everyone the great news of their promised children, and chose to keep business as usual.

you nervously smiled and sighed, this is going to be a long night.

“oh y/n, you’re so pretty!” jungwon’s mother hugged you tightly and complimented you more than you could ever imagine.

“thank you” you did you curtsy and walked away after she told you to search for jungwon.

you didn’t actually search for him, you took one glass of champagne and stood next to one of those high tiny tables that were only big enough to hold your champagne cups.

“fancy seeing you here” you heard a voice really close to you and as you looked to your left you saw leehan.

“you scared me!” you playfully punched his shoulder and he giggled.

“you look very beautiful today” he said.

“so i look ugly in any other day?” you teased and he quickly shook his head.

“today is just, special”

you hummed and took a sip of your champagne.

“i’m actually surprised you noticed me in such event, usually you’d be around jungwon all night” he joked and you chuckled, “yeah”

“oh y/n we’ve been searching for you!” your parents called and you excused yourself from leehan.

“meet prince sohee from (name of kingdom)!” they introduced the prince who looked like he was younger than you by a few years.

his round eyes and soft gaze made your cheeks heat up. he was one of a kind prince and no one could deny his beauty.

“nice to meet you, i’m y/n” you did your curtsy and he kissed your hand.

you were so busy being introduced to and introducing yourself with your parents to notice someone’s eyes were on you the whole time.

before the wedding started his mother reassured him that the princes you were going to meet today meant nothing as you were promised to him, so why was he feeling so unconfident about it?

sohee’s visuals are no joke, out of all the princes here did they have to choose him?

he wanted to look away but his eyes refused to do so, so he was witnessing everything until it was over.

he wanted to leave, imagining so many scenarios about you asking to break the promise so you could marry sohee.

“jungwon! come here son!” his mother called and he knew it was his time now.

revenge time.

“meet princess yena from (name of kingdom)!” his parents introduced her as he took the back of her hand and kissed it.

he smiled widely as he introduced himself, knowing another pair of eyes might be watching him.

as you returned to leehan after the introduction, he began telling you stories about seeing you and jungwon always together.

you were too busy looking at jungwon staring deeply in yena’s eyes, as if he just saw the prettiest princess in the hall.

leehan’s words became faint as you focused only on him.

the way he looks at her, the way he treats her, they’ve only met but it feels like he knows and been in love with her for years.

tears threatened to fall from your eyes as anxiety washed all over you.

“are you okay—“ “excuse me leehan”

you bowed formally and went to one of the balconies to let it all out.

“come on! no one would find us here!” younger jungwon dragged you to the balcony as you were scared to get caught.

“it’s so boring! listening to their conversations, ‘blah blah blah’” he mocked the elderly as you laughed.

“are you sure no one is going to find us?” you asked nervously.

“y/n we always sneak out to this place and never get caught”

one of the reasons you and jungwon only had each other is because you’re always sneaking out to the balcony instead of interacting with other people.

you’d usually get some snacks and sit together in the balcony to play some games and laugh about anything until you felt like it was the right time to return.

you spent so many beautiful memories in this balcony.

thinking about these old memories made your eyes tear up even more.

you miss everything about the two of you, how did it get to the point that you’re crying in the balcony you used to laugh until your stomach hurt?

“take this” you stopped whining and looked at the hand that handed you a tissue.

you looked up to see riki.

“thank you” you took the tissue and wiped your tears.

“i better get going before i—“ “RIKI!!!!”

“it’s my cue to leave, sorry” he pat your shoulder and ran away.

your relationship with riki was complicated, this boy was scary as hell, that troublemaker did cause lots of problems to his family, but you always made sure to join his antics sometimes.

as scary as he is, he cares about you a lot, you basically raised him together with jungwon, you’re one of the few people who showed interest in him and actually played along with him.

you wondered if he’ll ever find the right one for him.

“you’re not so pretty when you cry, you know?” you looked behind you and this time you saw sunoo standing there with a smile.

“maybe i don’t want to be pretty” you mumbled and he giggled as he took a few steps closer.

“how have you been?” he asked.

“okay” you dropped your glance to your hands, one of the habits that sunoo noticed you do when you lie.

“you already know that i know that you’re lying” he replied.

“it’s complicated”

“i know”

“it really is”

“let time do it’s thing, he misses you too” sunoo rubbed your back, “i need to go now, wipe those tears away and change them into a smile”

you did as he told as he got inside the hall again.

you sighed heavily, does he really miss you?

sunoo said it probably to let you feel better about it.

you decided to walk around the place, avoiding the hall at any cost.

curiosity took over as you stood in front of his painting room, what was he doing there last time you came?

you opened the door and was welcomed by the smell of overused paint brushes and an aroma you can’t really describe.

you looked around the room and was amazed by his paintings, he really is a better painter than you.

you looked over to the canvas that was on the stand, probably an unfinished project of him.

if there’s one thing you noticed as soon as you took in all of his paintings, is that he always had a specific figure in them.

whether the figure was standing, running in the rain, sitting at a bus stop, it’s always the same one.

as you moved closely to the canva, you noticed the figure from close, the figure was playing the piano, the details about the piano were so familiar to you, and the room the figure sat in looked exactly like something you’ve already seen before.

“what do you think?” you askes jungwon as you finished playing your favorite song on the piano.

after painting you moved to studying piano, you fell in love with the sound it made when you softly pressed the keyboards, and the melody it created.

being so excited about it, a day before you started your school, you sat jungwon next to you and showed him your finished project, create a new melody.

instead of being focused on the melody, jungwon was focused on you.

you were busy pressing on the keyboards and enjoying the music it makes while jungwon was busy looking at you and observing what he sees.

god, he was so in love with you.

then it finally kicked you, the figure in the painting is actually…..

“what are you doing here?”

you turned around to see jungwon standing nervously.

“jungwon….” you whispered, “is that me in those paintings?”

“what?” he asked, cursing himself for his unstable voice.

“is that me?” you asked again, he really hoped you’d drop it.

“yes” he answered softly and sighed.

tears started streaming down your face, “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry..”

jungwon noticed your tears and moved close to wipe your tears with his thumb.

“why are you apologizing? you did nothing wrong”

you stared into his eyes and burst out into more tears, “the school, the new friends, us growing apart, and yunah that damn—“

“okay okay okay” he calmed you down and kissed your forehead before hugging you.

“i was so sure you’re angry at me” you whispered.

“angry at you? why?” he asked.

“the first day of school, it’s been a mess”

“oh, that” he chuckled, “can’t say i wasn’t angry, maybe a little? but i was more jealous”

“jealous?”

“yeah! you basically spent the whole day with leehan, what about me?” he scoffed.

as he still held your waist tightly and never broke your eye contact, you playfully punched his chest, “i wanted you to be friends with him too! at the same night i went to tell you about that and ask you about your day but—“ “you probably saw yunah….”

“yeah…”

he tucked your hair behind your ears and pecked your lips, “she means nothing to me, her hugging me meant nothing to me, she tried being a good friend and i let her do her thing because i wanted to make you jealous” he giggled, “now i realize it was a big mistake”

you pecked his lips again, catching him off guard, “big, big mistake”

“i missed you so much” he said, “missed holding you in my arms, spending days and nights with you, hearing your parents’ bragging about how big our wedding is going to be”

“i missed everything about you” you hugged him again and he hugged back.

“promise me something like this is never going to happen again” he said, “i was so scared to lose you”

“i promise, it’ll never happen, i’m yours”

“i love y—“

“there you are!! finally oh my god what took you so long!” sunghoon, jungwon’s older brother said as he found you and jungwon closer than ever to kiss.

“well? are you going to kiss?” he added.

“get out!!” both of you shout as he closed the door.

riki’s birthday party came in no time and your parents decided to announce everyone about your future wedding as well.

“we’d like to announce you that our y/n and jungwon are promised to marry each other!” your parents clapped, “when they grow more old of course!”

“who cares lets goooo!!” riki took the spotlight and raised a cup acting as if he’s drinking real alcohol.

cheers and claps were heard, some even smiled widely and wished the both of you happy future.

“hey y/n” jungwon called you and squeezed your hand that was holding his.

“hm?”

“thank you” he smiled, “for willing to spend your future with me”

“i’m yours jungwon, forever and ever”

“and i’m yours, forever and ever”

“god why so cheesy?”

“riki shut up!”

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cecilxa · 2 years ago

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lasting childhood dream/sweetly shared future

summary: ever since you were little, alhaitham knew what he wanted.

contents: childhood friends!au, fluff, ambiguous relationship at the end (although implied romantic), gn!reader (they/them pronouns used), soft soft alhaitham

cw: food

wc: 1k

a/n: so so sorry for the slow updates :') things will (hopefully !) be picking up momentum again 🤞

“Hey, Haitham.”

Your high-pitched voice calls out to him. He chooses to ignore it.

“Hey! Haitham! Are you purposely ignoring me cause you wanna read? Again?”

A crease forms at his eyebrows–an action that a nine-year-old should never have gotten used to as often as he did–and his hands tighten around the pages of his book. You always did this. Nearly every day, you would choose to sit next to him. He can’t even remember when it started, but soon enough, you had proclaimed him your ‘best friend for life’.

For a child prodigy like Alhaitham, it’s extraordinary how he has no idea why you’ve chosen him to be your designated play partner. You don’t even play like the other kids. He just sits there, reading his book, and you sit there with him, chatting incessantly about whatever it is you want–not like he cares, anyway. (It was food on Monday, an interesting flower you found on Tuesday, and food again on Wednesday.)

He’s never asked you why, and you’ve stuck with him long enough for him to be satisfied with not knowing. It’s not like he’s not curious; he just finds his books more interesting.

“Well, since you’re not answering, I guess I’ll just find someone else to play with!”

You harrumph, turning your head away. However, since you don’t make any move to physically get up, Alhaitham doesn’t look up from the slightly-yellowed pages that he hasn't noticed he's crinkling.

But then, the unthinkable happens. Legs that were previously lounging beside him begin to unfold and rise, a shadow forming over his head. It takes him the time for you to fully stand up for him to comprehend what was happening. His crease deepens further.

“Wait.”

On instinct, one of his hands that was holding onto his book clasps onto yours, his head bowed down. His fringe hides his face, which, for once–however annoying it may be–he’s grateful for, as it means you can’t see the blush readily spreading across his cheeks. Pretending to be more interested in dragon fights and swordsmanship, he all but whispers.

“Stay. I like it better when you’re here.”

Your eyes lighten up, and a large smile breaks out across your face.

“I like it when you’re with me too! And I wasn’t actually gonna leave you. I just wanted to get us some sweets!”

“Oh.”

If he wasn’t already thankful for his fringe, he definitely is now, what with the embarrassment he’s being forced to endure. You can still probably see his ears, which he can feel burning up. Not replying, he lets go of your hand–almost abruptly–and lets you skip away to the local sweets vendor that always exudes a sugary smell.

He watches you all the way. The sun’s shining brightly on your skin, making it glow. Your toothy grin still pervades his mind, and he can feel the blush on his cheeks that never seems to go away whenever you’re around. Or maybe that’s the heat. But then why is his heart doing backflips? And why do those backflips increase in speed when he looks down at the hand that was held in yours? He thinks that they fit perfectly, like two pieces in a jigsaw puzzle, and (as much as he doesn’t want to admit it) that he wants you to be around him.

“Stupid thoughts. I only tolerate them because they’re my only friend.”

He chooses to ignore the other thought that his heart seems to tell.

“They’re my only friend. But I don’t mind, because I really only care about them.”

After a few minutes, you come back with that same toothy grin, carrying an assortment of sweet treats for the both of you to devour in only a few seconds. They all blend together into a saccharine scent.

“Look, try this one, Haitham! The person said it was a new flavour!”

He accepts it immediately, taking it gently from your hand and putting it into his mouth. It explodes with flavour–nutty and aromatic, nothing like the sugary syrup of the others. A small and satisfied smile creeps onto his face, his eyes failing to hide his delight. It does get stuck, however, as he tries to get parts of it dislodged from the gaps in his teeth. A giggle interrupts him.

“Haitham, you look really funny! Y’know, I want to have a sweet shop when we’re grown up so that I can make all the sweets you want! Then we can have fun together even when we have to do grown-up, boring stuff.”

You remember to be considerate, and turn to him.

“What about you, Haitham? What do you wanna be when you’re grown up?”

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Alhaitham doesn’t remember exactly what he said after. Probably a scholar. All he can remember is younger him staring blatantly, mouth gaping open at your questioning eyes, and his heart pounding at your mention of ‘we’. The realisation that you felt the same way as him left him astounded. In that moment, he felt something bloom in his chest, something that he’s carried all these years.

Although he’s not sure whether you ever fully understood how much of a soft spot he had for you. You never even noticed how his headphones were always on the ground, rather than on his head, whenever you were around.

Now, reading his book peacefully, he looks down at his lap and allows himself to smile. You’re going to wake up with a sore neck if he keeps you in this position for much longer, but just for a moment, he wants to admire you.

Alhaitham strokes your hair tenderly, moving it out of your face, nimble fingers caressing your jawline. His eyes soften. How much you’ve meant to him. The years that he’s known you for don’t compare to the amount of gazes he’s thrown your way, so full of youthful longing and yearning. Because ever since you said ‘we’, he’s been able to answer your question. Maybe not in the exact same way he did all those years ago, but an answer that’s been stewing for every year after.

“When I grow up, I want to be by your side.”

a/n: he’s grown on me i can’t lie 😔 enemies to lovers though 😍😍 likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated !! 🩷🩷 (pink heart for iOS finally!)

#alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #alhaitham fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin drabbles #alhaitham drabble #this one’s over 1k words so proud of myself #self love ❤️#and PLS ALHAITHAM HOW HAVE YOU DONE THIS #ily 😘

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jmdbjk · 1 year ago

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Looking back and forward.

2023 was one for the books.

It is Thursday, Dec. 7 where I am... Friday, Dec. 8 in Korea.

It is the last Friday for Namjoon, Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook to be civilians. This is their last weekend to spend in their homes, at the company to work, running along the river, doing boxing workouts, ordering delivery food, loving on their dogs, doing the things they've been doing the last over ten years. It will be about 100 days until they get time off and can maybe spend some time back at home.

They are tying up loose ends, getting their shit together, preparing to put their lives on hold.

They will return to us in mid-June 2025.

I've watched their last group live several times after the english subs were up. There were a lot of things I saw and I have a lot of mixed emotions about it all.

None of us know these men, we are observers and all we know is what they choose to show us. Unfortunately, they can't control every single thing and people and the media insist on prying and publishing images and things about them that lead to unconfirmed rumors and misinformation.

In the approximately 38 minutes they shared with us, they conveyed that they are getting ready to go, they seemed in positive spirits. They conveyed that they were still working on things for us (except Jungkook).

They said there was A LOT of content coming, so much... they've NEVER ever reassured us like this before.

They asked fans to NOT show up at the induction site out of respect for the other men and their families also entering the military those days. They explicitly said "we are their face and to do them proud."

During this live, I saw Tae being the fantastically funny guy that he is. Tae was alight with excitement. He was anxious to learn from his fellow soldiers. He is a flower waiting to bloom. And seeing his friendship with Jimin maturing, flourishing, same age friends forever was wonderful.

And Namjoon trying to keep up with the crazy shenanigans of the maknae line. Trying to be the voice of reason: "it'll go by quick, we've left a lot of content. Jin will be back soon. We'll all get strong." But there seemed to be a bit of push and pull between he and Jimin... it was interesting. But he was lighthearted, positive, going into with an open mind. Get in, get out, get back to work.

Jimin, Jimin, Jimin... There was a bit of resignation wrapped up in Jimin's positivity. He wouldn't agree that it would go by fast and he didn't want to show himself with the buzz cut. I wanted to reach through the screen and hold his hand and reassure him we'd be here waiting and that we know it's hard to leave everything right now to do this. This man lives to do work on his passion. He's already had to stop once. Now he has to do it again. I think he is going into his MS kicking and screaming because he does not want to leave his youth behind. It is unfinished.

He said he had been sick. He coughed, sneezed and sniffled the entire live. I hope all of these symptoms have disappeared by Monday/Tuesday. I remember his friend Sungwoon had to delay his enlistment date because he tested positive for covid. Please don't let that happen to any of our four.

During this last group live, I saw a Jungkook that I'd never seen before. His vibe was so in tune to Jimin. I know he's been that way since... 2017? 2018? But this was so in your face I was dumbfounded. Jungkook constantly soothing Jiminie. The things they probably talked about while they were in Japan a few weeks ago, man, to be a fly on the wall.

ALL of those lives he did this past year flashed through my head, how unhinged he was the first few months, falling asleep drunk with the candle, calling out stalkers. ALL those times WE said he was missing Jimin because he was begging him to come eat chicken and drink beer, or come do a boxing workout, or better yet, "let me come over and we can shower together..." No... I meant to say: he can go over to Jimin's and wash up and do a live together. Yes, that's what he said. Beggged him. Tried to use Army as leverage. And all we got was Jimin saying he "can handle it" and "you know how my personality is"...

Jungkook watching all that Jimin content... something happened, some decision was made early in the year. Jungkook embraced it and ran with it.

And to know they are going into the service together, it still has me astonished but it all makes sense now. Y'all... they knew they were going to do this wayyyyyy back, not just in August or September when they applied. Jungkook said back in February (before someone lit a fire under his butt in March to start working on music) that he had to take care of his body for the next year. This has been the plan and Jungkook said "no worries, I got this."

2023 was A LOT.

Jimin, Face: the melodies poured out (as they seem to be free-flowing from him at any given moment) but he had to pry those lyrics out of himself. Jimin achieved a #1 BBHot100. And yes, it appears there were not just one, but TWO of those blasted cakes. I didn't know much about PDogg before Jimin's documentary but now I know how much he supported Jimin during this process.

Yoongi, D-Day: I got to see Yoongi in real life. That weekend flew by for me. One of the best weekends ever. As soon as the concert was over I said out loud, I need to see all seven on that stage. His concert tour filled a void for us. We needed that so bad after last year's gut-wrenching news that there would be no tour. And now he's fulfilling his social service. Let him serve quietly with dignity.

Hobi, Military: after tearfully sending him off, what we hear now is he's cracking the whip, though ever-so empathetically (not to be confused with emphatically) over those new enlistees every day. I need to see his boom chakalaka marching drills. Jimin said when he visited Hobi, he wasn't greeted with his ebullient "Jaman!" but more of a lowkey "oh, you're here."

Jungkook, his solo songs and album: Jungkookie chose to go the route of choosing songs that resonated with him. Over the course of years, Kookie has always shared songs with us. We used to love his song recs and his covers of very poignant songs. He KILLED those songs with his vocals. He did what HE wanted to do. And look how well he did with it, also a #1 BBHot100.

Taehyung, Layover: again, Taehyung did what he wanted to do. Not on his album, but Taehyung singing along with Karen Carpenter was never on my bingo card, ever! (a clip on his Instagram stories where he was singing along to "Close to You")

RM, we kept wondering: why isn't he enlisted yet? Someone had to wrangle the maknae. Not that he ever did that this past year. He cut himself over his left eye and had to get stitches... that's gonna leave a scar. Good thing there are 40 bajillion plastic surgeons in Seoul...

Jin is coming. The Head of Ministry of the Military making the decision that no celeb will be doing anything special, instead they will serve just like regular civilians. Sergeant Kim Seokjin will become civilian Jin of BTS on June 12, 2024.

Their constant looking forward to 2025

Skipping over 2024 for the moment...

BTS has to evolve. They must evolve. They are not going to be a 30 something year old K-pop boy band. Some groups might be stuck but BTS will not stay stagnant, they never have. They have to step forward out of that niche and they have been trying to do that incrementally for a while now. They’ve taken us in baby steps already through chapter 2, and Joon said the REAL chapter 2 will begin when they are back from fulfilling their service.

What will they be like? Will they reinvent themselves? Perhaps, but not overnight. I don’t see any sort of extreme makeover for BTS once they come back together. I do see them addressing more mature topics (as we’ve seen), I do hope we see songwriting from all members.

They don't need to abandon their Korean-ness in order to accomplish this. There is nothing stopping them from being a mainstream artist who just happens to be from Korea and who release songs that are in Korean.

I think the accomplishments that Jungkook achieved will continue to pull BTS out of the K-pop realm and into the main stream Pop music realm. They worked that western market. They got pushback, especially western industry institutions: Billboard and the Grammys. And they learned.

Progress is slow but progress nevertheless. They will cross over to general pop one way or the other. They are not going to stay in the kpop box in the future. Straddle both at the same time. They can do it.

For 2024:

I think comeback/HYYH 10th anniversary reboot is already in the works and has been.

I think PDogg will be working on the songs over the next year. I think they have recorded all this year.

I think when Jin and Hobi get back, they might record their parts. I also am pretty sure we'll see a full-bodied solo effort from Jin and more from Hobi. I think we'll get a ramp up to his discharge with some Hope on the Street content that he recorded before he enlisted.

I think we'll slowly see wheels start turning to get the machine going again much sooner than we imagined.

I think what we see next year will all be primed to pre-promote and whip up the excitement for 2025.

I just feel strongly that Bang PD would NOT have mentioned that specific thing and we would not be hearing the members constantly saying 2025. And especially saying 2025 is not that far in the future and that they are looking forward to the incredible synergy the group will have when they get back together. They've got a lot of work done already. They know already.

They said there is A LOT coming to us.

In about two weeks BTS: Beyond the Star docu-series will begin.

We know we're getting some sort of Jimin and Jungkook traveling content, whether a series or not...I'm leaning toward it being a multi-episode series. Camping? Drinking? Breweries? Beaches? Boating or sailing or both but separate? Fishing? Snow sports? They said it was fun.

We will see activity around all the solo album anniversaries. We still have an RM documentary, a Taehyung documentary and a Jungkook documentary. I bet the latter two will come out towards the end of 2024.

We might have Tae acting, we know he'll be in an IU MV soon.

About aging bangtan ...

Remember when we said this is Bangtan in 20 years?

I joke about it but seriously they are aware that things will be different as they evolve and age as people and as artists.

There are new groups debuting all the time and BTS is aging out of a certain demographic (as they should).

Yoongi saying "cruise with BTS" would be the best case scenario for their future.

I would love to be on that cruise if it ever happens.

#bts chapter 2 #bts military service #jimin #jungkook #namjoon #j-hope #jin #taehyung #yoongi #jikook #instagram is going to be soooo quiet without daily updates from @rkive and @thv #no more tiktok dance challenges #this was a long ass ramble but i had a lot of thinking fragments #purge purge purge #the most beautiful moment in life is yet to come

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try-set-me-on-fire · 2 years ago

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Ooh how abut number '11. toothpaste kisses' for soft prompts! Love your writing

Send me soft prompts! Ao3 collection post here!

Eddie is going to make everyone late.

Look: he really thinks most of it isn't his fault. He'd covered for somebody on B shift Tuesday, so he'd only had 24 hours off and he'd had to sleep through a good chunk of it, so laundry went a little by the wayside, leading to him tossing a frantic load into the washer at 5 am when he realized he had no clean work clothes. And, again, he’d covered that Tuesday shift after a 12 hour on Monday, so it’s reasonable that he forgot how dire the toothpaste situation was. The look Chris had given him when he said they needed to run to the store right now at bright and early 6 am would have withered a lesser soul, so at 6:04 Eddie, still in sweatpants and wearing ratty old slides is running down the block solo to grab whatever they have at the nearest corner store. He winces as he grabs the baking soda kind (Chris hates it) and books it back to the house, trying to breathe through the waves of oh god I’m a terrible father who left my kid alone and forgot about dental hygiene.

The house is considerably more crowded when he gets back to it. First, Chimney is lugging a dresser up the front stairs.

“What- hey- what-“ Eddie grabs the bottom of the thing, hastily shoving the toothpaste in his pocket. “What’s this?”

Chim tilts his head at him. “We were getting rid of it and you said you could use a new dresser, remember? I texted you I was coming to drop it off.”

Eddie’s phone is probably dinging away uselessly on his bedside table. “Right, yeah, sorry. There was a toothpaste emergency. Uh, thank you, we can just-“

Before he can come up with some way to finish that sentence, Carla opens the door. He hadn’t even seen her car, shit, he hopes there’s no calls right away when they get to work because he’s clearly not slept enough and should lay down again as soon as possible.

“Oh!” She says, surprised and cheerful. “Why don’t you bring that into the living room. I put your clothes in the dryer, Eddie, I figured if you were running the wash this early it was an emergency.”

Well thank god somebody has a plan and knows whats happening. He and Chim set the dresser next to a wall someplace as out of the way as they can get, and then Eddie points at Carla. “Thank you,” he says, trying to put as much sincerity into the words as possible, before pivoting to head down the hall to find Chris. Its not a long journey, the kid standing right around the corner. Eddie hands him the toothpaste. “There you go.”

Chris scrunches his nose. “Baking soda kind. Gross. And I don’t need it, Dad, Buck brought the good stuff.”

“Buck?”

“Hey.”

Eddie pivots again to look in the kitchen, where the man himself is leaning against the counter drinking a cup of coffee out of his current favorite mug, the one with the squiggly little drawing of a frog and a chicken dancing together. “Hi.” Eddie supposes he isn’t exactly surprised he’s here, Buck is a feature of their household as much as the mug he’s holding is, but he is a little concerned about the amount of people popping out of the woodwork without him noticing. “Anybody else here? Why’d you bring toothpaste?”

Buck grins. “I think you’ve seen everybody now. And you were running out when I was here last, you’ve been busy, figured it might be helpful.”

Eddie nods, a little… wordless, maybe, a little bowled over. “I’m gonna…” he gestures towards the bathroom and limply leaves the conversation. By the time he’s brushed his teeth (it is the good stuff, the pricier name brand arctic fresh, Eddie usually goes for generic spearmint) Chris and Carla are ready to head out the door. Eddie is glancing at the clock and nervously calculating exactly how wet the clothes he’s about to put on are going to be as he says goodbye, leaning to kiss Carla, Chris, and Chim’s cheeks. “Ok, thank you, have a great day at school, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

It takes a few seconds of staring at Chimney’s trying not to laugh face, and listening to Chris’s not-trying-not-to-laugh-at-all guffaws before his brain catches up to his actions. “Oh my god.”

Chimney grins and Eddie shakes his head futilely against the oncoming barrage. "I always knew I was your favorite." He smacks a hand to his cheek and swoons, and Eddie rolls his eyes. "Everyone said it was Buck, but I knew the Han-Diaz love connection was just waiting to happen."

Buck is laughing somewhere behind him, and Eddie wants to see what look is on his face, but instead he rolls his eyes again, harder, and says "I'm going to check on the laundry," and shoos his son out the door before fleeing to the dryer.

Of course it's all still fucking damp. They're already pushing it on time though (maybe if all three of them are late they can unionize against Bobby?) so he shucks his sweats and shimmies his way into the unpleasant cool of his pants. When he emerges from his shirt, wincing, he finds Buck in the hallway with him.

“Chimney says we’re running late and if you don’t hurry up he’s leaving you for dead, no matter your new found love.”

“I know, I know, I just need to find my shoes-“

“I put ‘em by the door,” Buck smiles, and then the smile becomes a grin. “Hey, Eddie.”

“Yeah?” Eddie says with the right amount of apprehension for the situation.

“No goodbye kiss for me?” He tilts his head, grin thoroughly classifiable as shit-eating.

“We’re going to the same place, Buck. I’m probably gonna ride in your car.” He’s absolutely going to ride in his car, they both know it.

“Ah, so is Chimney, he got one.”

And Eddie could defend himself with the reasonable explanation that he just happened to be standing in a row next to the people he’d meant to press his affection onto, or the less reasonable explanation that he only gives goodbye kisses to people whose names start with a C, but instead he says “You want a kiss, Buck?”

And he’s moving before he loses nerve, and Buck is also moving, laughing at him, so again Eddie feels like it’s not entirely his fault when his kiss lands sort of on his cheek but mostly- it’s mostly on his mouth, which is soft and exhaling a little surprised sound against Eddie. They both pull back but maybe not as far as they probably should, if they weren’t them, if Eddie hadn’t spent the last few weeks or maybe years wondering how he could ask Buck to live on the shelf with all the mugs he’s cycled through as favorites. Then Buck darts his head forward, pecking another little kiss to his mouth, and Eddie chases him for a third, and Buck’s hand tangles in his shirt and he says “Oh” into Eddie’s mouth because the fabric is wet under his touch.

“Buckley, Diaz, I’m getting in my car, and I’m not going to defend you to Cap!”

Even at Chimney’s words they don’t entirely jump apart, just slide back a little, stand more firmly facing each other as the front door distantly opens and shuts.

“We’re gonna be late,” Buck says, an awed little smile pulling at his face.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, a little breathless. Maybe he can blame that on the cold clothes. “We should probably get going.”

Buck nods, and barely finishes the motion before Eddie puts his hands on his face and pulls him in for another minty kiss, firm, a promise. Buck is grinning when he backs off and Eddie is sure his face is a mirror image as he ducks around him to go find his shoes.

They’re late. But as Buck settles next to him on the couch, all pressed along his side despite the still damp clothes, Eddie thinks it was worth the wait.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fox #my writing #911 abc

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bqstqnbruin · 2 months ago

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Just Friends - Part 3

Dear GOD this was the last week before break and parent teacher conferences so it has been a long one. I have 39 conferences for who knows why between Monday and Tuesday

Read the previous part here

WC: 3774

Warnings: parental death mention, asshole coworkers, swearing

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Emeline’s phone was buzzing so much while she was teaching that her students ended up teasing her for violating her ‘no phones in class’ policy. She tried to argue that while the phone was buzzing, she wasn’t looking at it, but as soon as she did that, she had already lost, sending her lesson into disarray and forcing her to rethink the rest of the unit as she had planned it. Jeremy was texting in the newly formed group chat between the five of them about the girls going to see a game at the Garden.

Emeline had to ignore the messages until she finally had a free period before lunch, silencing her phone as soon as she could, sitting down thankful that none of her students had asked if they could come in for help during what was probably going to be the only time she had to be alone for the rest of the week. She reads through what seemed like a hundred messages from the four of them, Fran and Maddy already agreeing, John letting them know that the tickets were all ready for them.

They just needed to know if Emeline was going.

She didn’t want to go.

First, it was a game in the city after what would be another long day at school and she wouldn’t have time to change or even drop her work bag anywhere before having to get to the arena. She knew the T well enough to navigate the green line, but knowing the public transit in the city, it would mean she would show up to the game at least an hour late, if not later but the time she got home and back.

Second, she knew nothing about hockey. She didn’t really want to know about hockey, if she was being honest with herself. She already knew about lacrosse and that was enough for her considering how many other things she had to know. Emeline wanted to instill a love of learning in her students, but at a certain point, she understood when someone just got too overloaded with knowledge. Her dad was the one who taught her lacrosse, never really caring about any other sport besides basketball when she was growing up, the ‘08 Celtics team something he never stopped talking about, but she was still confused about the fact that there were ‘field goals’ in the sport. There was no field, and it was a basket, not a goal.

Third, it meant she had to see Jeremy.

That day in the elevator was weird for both of them, neither of them acknowledging that it had happened. Emeline wasn’t even really sure what had happened between them. She hadn’t even told Fran and Maddy when they told each other everything. And that meant everything. Keelan still wasn’t pleased with the fact that her roommates had a habit of somehow using the birthmark on his lower back as ammo against him any chance they could.

Fourth, Keelan would hate it.

That last one didn’t bother her as much as it should.

Before she could even begin to try to figure out why, Javier, one of the other chemistry teachers, pokes his head into her room. “Department meeting after school?”

“For fucks sake, what?” Emeline groans, pulling up her email to see the missed message from Anderson letting them know they were all meeting in his room after school, attendance mandatory. That meant she had to push that lacrosse workout the athletic director asked her to schedule by at least an hour, which meant she would have even less time to get to the game tonight. It actually might not be such a bad thing if it weren’t Anderson scheduling it. “God, I would have willingly taken an overload if it meant he didn’t have to share a prep with us.”

Javier laughs, leaning against the doorway. “Yeah, because you have time to teach the five classes you have as it is.”

“He really thinks we have no lives outside of these jobs, doesn’t he?”

Javier comes in, sitting at the desk in front of her. “Well, because of him, we don’t.”

“Any ideas what it’s about?”

“Probably him trying to scold you for your phone going off all morning,” Javier teases, leaning forward. Before she can even ask how he would know, “I’ve heard nothing in the halls besides ‘Pritch’s phone won’t stop buzzing. Do you think it’s her boyfriend? Do you think it’s her girlfriend? Do you think something’s wrong?’” he says, making his voice higher to mimic their students.

Emeline scrunches her face. “Teenagers are too invasive.”

“Is the answer ‘yes’ to any of their questions?” Emeline sighs, giving him her phone. “Free Bruins game tonight? That’s awesome, can I come, too?”

“I’m not even going,” she scoffs.

“Why not?” Emeline gestures to everything around them as if to tell him anything in front of her could be a reason why. “Tell Anderson you’re sick and have to go home.”

“I have lacrosse after school.”

“We have lacrosse after school,” he corrects her, his not so subtle way of reminding her that she had roped him into being the assistant coach when the previous one moved to a different state for her wife’s job. “I can run the workout, no problem.”

“You’ve never done that before,” she tells him.

Javier rolls his eyes, tapping away on her phone. “They’re teenage girls. They’ll just sit on the bikes because they refuse to do anything else, anyway. How much do we care? And Jeremy said he can pick you up by 4:30 for the game, which gives you plenty of time to start the workout if you wanted to.”

Emeline practically lunges across the desks for her phone. “You fucking didn’t.” She reads the messages, ‘her’ telling him she wants to go but has to stay at school late. He even brought up the fact that she wouldn’t get home in time to change and drop her bag off. Fran and Maddy letting her know they would have a change of clothes waiting for her in the car, and that her work bag would be safe there. “Really bold of you to do to the person in charge of ordering the sulfuric acid.”

“You’re not gonna kill me and dissolve my bones, Emeline. The sulfuric acid they sell doesn’t have a high enough concentration for you to be successful, and you know that.” She scoffs. “If I’m not here, who are you going to sit with at these stupid department meetings.”

“Touche.”

The rest of the day goes by in a blur, Emeline’s phone continuing to light up with messages in the group chat. She knew that Jeremy and John really didn’t have much to do besides prep for a game, but Maddy was in hour ten of her twelve hour shift at Mass Gen, and Fran was normally swamped with meetings all day, every day. Why did they suddenly have all this time to be on their phones texting the boys? And how did they have any energy left to go to a game that was going to keep them out until almost 11 pm? How was she going to stay up past 11 pm when it was a school night? She didn’t even stay up that late on the weekends half the time.

Keelan never texted her during the day. Not even to check in and ask her how it was going for her. Granted, she never texted him either because she couldn’t be on her phone in the first place, but isn’t that something a boyfriend was supposed to do? Even if it was just once in a while?

Jeremy did.

By the time the last period of the day was over, Emeline was exhausted, and she was sure her phone was, too. Javier swung back by her room as she was packing her bag to head to the dreaded last minute department meeting. Nothing good ever happened when there was a last minute meeting at the end of the day.

“Any idea what this is about?”Javier whispers to Nick, one of the biology teachers, as he and Emeline sit down in Anderson’s classroom. Nick responds with a shrug, something surprising considering Anderson normally tells him everything.

Anderson claps his hands together, his annoying attempt to get everyone’s attention, just like always. “Alright, let’s start.” He pauses, staring at what Emeline can only imagine are the blank and unimpressed stares of 10 men and herself. “Admin emailed me during first period asking me to remind everyone that phones are not to be used during class unless they are being used for learning purposes.”

Emeline and Javier exchange annoyed glances. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Emeline mutters. This could have been an email.

“Which is perfect timing since I heard all about Ms. Pritchard’s phone today in the halls. Care to explain, Emeline?”

Emeline shrugs, knowing that if she tells him off like she wants to, he’ll just use it against her right away for being ‘too emotional,’ or something else stupid like that. Being the only woman in the science department and him being the sexist asshole that he was, he used every minute detail he could to try to argue that she was unfit for being a science teacher as a woman. “I had my phone on vibrate and I was getting messages from my friends during my lesson. I turned it off as soon as I got the chance.”

“Well, no phones during class. And to make sure there are no phones during class, you’re all going to be bringing them to my room at the beginning of the day.” Emeline lets out a laugh while the guys start their protests immediately as Anderson pulls out a blue plastic bin that he taped a piece of paper to with ‘PHONES’ written in his obnoxiously messy handwriting. No one particularly liked Anderson, but he knew how to kiss the administration’s ass, hence the reason he was the department head and not someone who was actually competent for the job. “You can thank Emeline for that.”

“Didn’t you say you were told this reminder this morning?” Nick brings up.

“Yes,” Anderson says, crossing his arms across his chest.

“And my phone wasn’t going off until after that,” Emeline points out.

“And didn’t you just interrupt your lesson to your freshmen yesterday because your wife was calling wanting to know what you wanted for dinner?” Javier asks.

“Yes.”

“So you’re taking our phones away because of you?”

“No phones,” Anderson tries to stand his ground.

“What if there’s an emergency? In or out of the classroom?” Emeline asks. “The phones on the walls were disconnected years ago, how are we supposed to call for help if the only working phones are in your room? Are we supposed to ask a student for theirs? That seems like a violation of privacy and a lawsuit waiting to happen.”

Anderson’s face was starting to get red, the way it always did when he was losing whatever battle he decided to fight with the rest of the department. “What emergency out of the classroom could you have? You don’t have any family like the rest of us, Emeline.”

The room goes silent, Emeline sitting there stunned, trying to keep her composure. “I think we’re done. I’m not giving you my phone every day.”

Javier tries to call after her as she leaves, Emeline barely overhearing Nick yelling at Anderson for going so low and being so out of line because of something so trivial. She didn’t need the department to see her in tears over this. She checks her phone, the group chat again blowing up to let Emeline know that they were on their way. She could just wait outside for them, or she could ditch them altogether and just go home. She didn’t want to go to the game before, and she definitely didn’t want to go to the game now.

“Em, what’s wrong?” Fran jumps out of the car she didn’t even realize had pulled up in front of her. Jeremy and Maddy jump out before John can even stop the engine, all of them concerned about why she was standing on the sidewalk crying.

“I just,” she stammers. “Can we just get in the car?” She pushes past them and gets into the backseat, the shirt and somehow a jersey Fran and Maddy had grabbed for her sitting there waiting for her.

“Talk,” Fran demands once they all pile back in. “Was it Keelan?”

Emeline hadn’t even been thinking of Keelan. “What? No. Anderson.”

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“You don’t even know why, Francesca.”

“I don’t need a reason if I see Emeline crying on the sidewalk because of him, Madelyn.”

“Who’s Anderson?” John asks before the girls get into more of a bickering match, pulling away to start his drive to the arena.

“My department head,” Emeline explains, forgetting that he was the only one in the car who didn’t know..

“Her department head,” Jeremy tells him at the same time, causing Emeline’s heart to feel like it skipped a beat.

Emeline clears her throat as the rest of them wait for her to continue, trying to ignore the fact that she could see Jeremy’s small smile at her through the rearview mirror. “He threw a bitch fit about phones and said some shit. It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“Emeline, it’s not fine if this guy is making you cry,” Jeremy says, his voice unreasonably calming to her. “Do you want to tell us what he said?”

He was so different from Fran, who, while meaning well, would demand her to tell them every detail. Emeline takes in a deep breath, pulling her sweater up over her head to change shirts. “He called me out for not having a family anymore.”

Fran and Maddy screamed so loud in disgust that John almost rear ended the person in front of them on Storrow Drive, trying to keep his composure and not hurt them before the game while her two roommates were swearing like the words were about to be banned and it was their last chance to use them.

“What do you mean?” Jeremy asks over Fran and Maddy, twisting around to look at Emeline in the last row of the car.

Emeline looks down at her lap, hating that this conversation had to happen whenever she met someone new. “My mom left right after I was born, so my dad and his mom raised me. My dad died when I was ten and then my grandmother died when we were freshmen.”

“I’m so sorry,” Jeremy and John tell her in unison, Fran and Maddy still fuming.

“I don’t know any lawyers, can this be a lawsuit?”

“We can probably use some of my dad’s lawyers after I kill him. I cannot believe he would say that to you.”

“You would need someone who does criminal defense if it’s a murder case. Business law and criminal law aren’t the same thing,” John points out.

“Whatever, just drop it.”

“Emeline-”

“No. I asked you to drop it. I can handle it. Nick was yelling at him and one of the physics teachers always records the meetings so if I really need to, I can get the sound bite from him. Anderson is just a petulant asshole who hopefully will get what’s coming to him sometime soon. There’s nothing to do right now.”

They drive in silence the rest of the way to the Garden, Emeline staring out the window. She could just text Keelan and ask him to pick her up. Except, he never would. He would bitch the entire time about having to make the drive into the city, especially when North Station was right there. Why should he pick her up when she could get home by herself?

John parks, everyone getting out. Fran and Maddy go ahead with John while Jeremy stays behind with Emeline, a small tea from Dunkin in his hand.

“Do you still want to stay for the game? I can pay for your T ride if you want to go, or I’ll get you an Uber if you want to be in something more private. I’d offer to drive you back but, not my car, would miss the game, would probably be benched for the next few games,” Jeremy rambles.

“I’m fine,” she tries to assure him, not sounding convincing to even herself. She tries to think of something else to say, finding herself just staring at Jeremy. He was dressed up in a suit and tie, something that hadn’t registered to her when they were outside her school. She loved when Keelan had an excuse to wear something nice, but this? She could feel herself short circuiting over this.

“You have more tattoos that you didn’t show me?” Emeline looks at him confused, pushing aside whatever was going on in her mind as his face turns red. “I swear I wasn’t trying to look but you were talking and I was trying to make eye contact, and I saw some tattoos on your ribs.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Would you tell me about those?”

Emeline takes in another deep breath, something she found she was doing way more to calm herself down lately. Keelan still barely knew about those tattoos. He knew they were there, but he didn’t know the meaning behind them. He had never asked. “My grandmother and I would always say ‘I love you more,’ after the first person said I love you, so I have that on my right side in her writing. My dad would tell me that I deserve to be loved whenever I was upset about my mom when I was little. So I have that on my left side in his writing.”

“I like that. Are you better now?”

“What?”

“You said the other day that sometimes rambling helps calm a person down, right? It’s not whatever happened in the elevator,” Jeremy says, trailing off, kicking a stone back and forth that had found its way into the depths of the garage.

Emeline laughs. “Yeah. Yeah, it does, help.”

“And you kind of do have a family, you know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean, don’t tell me Fran and Maddy aren’t like your family. And you’ve got me, and John, too, if you want us.”

“Yeah.”

“And Keelan.”

Emeline sighs, knowing that the person furthest from her mind shouldn’t be her boyfriend. “Yeah, and Keelan,” she says with a small voice. Emeline looks at him and smiles. Without thinking, she pulls him in for a hug, squeezing him as tight as she could. “Thank you,” she whispers.

“Oh, and here,” he says, handing her the cup of tea. “I thought since you would be out later that you’d need some caffeine.”

Emeline looks at the sticker on the cup, her exact order written out on it. “Thanks,” she tells him. She had told him what she got from Dunkin maybe one time, in passing. He remembered her order.

The two of them walk in silence to catch up with the other three ahead of them. Emeline’s phone was buzzing again, this time with messages from Keelan asking what she was up to that night.

She could ignore him. She wanted to ignore him. He had her location, he could just look and see that she was at the Garden. But why would he go out of his way to check on her when he could just have her tell him?

Jeremy and John say their goodbyes until after the game, Jeremy giving a smile to Emeline before disappearing.

“I’m actually excited for this. We haven’t been to any hockey game together since, what, sophomore year?” Maddy asks, once getting through security and up to the arena, pulling the girls in the direction of the nearest bar, ordering beers for her and Fran and a Coke for Emeline, probably knowing that she needed all the caffeine she could get if she was going to stay up that night.

“I think it was freshman year, actually. BC beat BU in overtime,” Emeline says.

“I got asked out that night by one of the guys on the team, too,” Fran says.

“Who asked you out?” Emeline asks, her heart starting to race for a reason she couldn’t explain.

“Uh, his name might have been Joseph? Wasn’t he one of the goalies? Remember we went on that one date where I ended up leaving because he looked at the check and handed it to me and said, ‘can you cover this?’”

“No, not then. You said you got asked out that night, too. What do you mean, ‘too?’”

Maddy and Fran look at each other, nervous, passing the soda to Emeline. “Oh, Jeremy asked me out before we left.”

Emeline tries to hide her shock as she nearly chokes on the drink, the carbonation burning her throat and making her eyes water. “Oh, that’s great,” she chokes out in the most unconvincing way, trying to clear her throat. “When? Um, what are you guys going to do?”

Fran shrugs, Maddy leading the two of them to their seats. “I think we’re going on Friday? It’s the last night before they leave for the midwest on a road trip, or something. I don’t know, I haven’t been on an actual date in so long, and he’s hot, so I figured, why not?”Emeline sits down, Fran and Maddy starting to try to figure out what the actual rules of the game were so they could at least pretend they knew what was going on. They already had a game plan to cheer when everyone else did and yell at the refs when everyone else did,what more did they need to do? Emeline was barely paying attention, only overhearing that there are less players on the ice than there are on the field in lacrosse. She couldn’t focus.

Jeremy and Fran were going to go on a date on Friday night. There’s no reason why this should be bothering Emeline as much as it was, taking her already shitty day and somehow making it worse. She was happily dating Keelan. Who Fran dated shouldn’t matter unless he was an asshole and hurt her in anyway. Who Jeremy dated definitely shouldn’t bother her, point blank, period.

They were both her friends. That’s it.

#jswayman #jeremy swayman #jeremy swayman fic #jeremy swayman imagine #hockey #hockey imagine #hockey fic #nhl #nhlfic #nhl imagine

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dollywheeler · 6 months ago

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October 23th, 1996

Dear diary,

Let’s see - the last few days have kind of been a blur.

I don’t think I did anything particularly interesting, just following my routine - same old same old. I had to spend all of Sunday catching up on my homework, so nothing special happened there. Mike let me take his old guitar home, though, and the reading for English class is going a lot better now I can alternate chapters of Walden with a moment of playing music. My Oasis tape has been running non-stop.

Cheer practice is going fine - the routines are a bit easier now so I’m having less trouble. I try to practice the harder ones as often as possible, but I still haven’t found a solution for practicing the jumps on my own.

Oh! I almost forgot - On Sunday, I watched Dracula! Danny recommended it and I wanted to watch something while finishing my homework. It was too good - I had to pause it and rush to finish my homework so I could watch it properly; This is exactly why I usually play something I’ve already seen.

I wish we could have watched it together though, but we’ve both been so busy we’ve barely had the chance to spend time together. Whenever he doesn’t have basketbal practice, I have cheer or babysitting, or he has to work at the diner. Mrs. Benson is doing a lot better, at least, so I don’t have to go over as often. Danny joins us for lunch most days, though, and I try to come to the diner as much as possible - it’s nice, just being able to talk to him, even if it’s in snippets between him serving the other customers. Christy doesn’t seem to mind it too much, either, as long as Danny doesn’t leave anyone waiting for too long.

Still, I hope we can go on an actual date again soon.

Mom already hinted at having him over for dinner and I’m… Not sure how to feel about that.

I mean, Danny’s great and I’m sure Dad will like him - I already know mom does because she can’t stop raving about our homecoming pictures. She went to pick them up from the developer on Monday and though I do look terrible in a lot of them, there’s some really cool pictures as well - ANYWAY, what I was trying to say (write? Whatever) was that it feels weird to have him over for dinner with the family.

I was too young to remember the first time Jonathan joined us for dinner - if he ever did before they both went off to college - so it’s not like I can look to my older sister for an example.

Lord knows Mike never brought a girl home.

What I’m trying to say is - I have no idea how Mom and Dad are gong to act. Especially dad - there’s a big enough gap between me and Nancy that I’m sure dad is going to have to get used to his daughter dating all over again.

I might call Nancy and ask for advice - if she has the time, of course. She’s so busy lately running all over the place. When I called on Saturday she said they’d be coming back to the US on Tuesday, but it wouldn’t be the first time their stay got extended. I’ll probably just wait on her to call over the weekend, just in case.

I don’t know what else to write about really, but I’m at the diner and a table in the back is staring at me. I don’t know why - I know their faces but not their names. Pretty sure one used to be the school’s librarian before he retired a few years ago. I see him and the woman he’s talking to around town sometimes, walking dogs, or here at the diner drinking coffee and gossiping as they are now. Most residents always follow everything going on around them, and I’m sure they recognise me in turn from seeing me around one too many times, but today I swear they’ve been looking at me specifically for way too long.

So, I took out my diary and started writing so it seems like I’m not bothered and can’t hear what they’re saying.

It’s strangely unsettling. I don’t know - they seem judgemental, and I feel judged, though for the life of me I can’t figure out why. I’m not doing anything different. I don’t look anything different - I’m not wearing anything special. Sure, I’ve been talking to Danny a lot because it’s so calm today, but it’s not like we’re being particularly loud.

Pretty sure I just heard them say “the Byers kid” - which is strange, because a, I’m not a Byers, and b, I’m not my brother - hell, we don’t even look alike.

I didn’t even realise they knew who I was, let alone who my brother’s friends are. Anyway, it’s weird how hung-up they are about Mike and Will’s return to Hawkins - I mean, it’s been more than two months, and they were only gone for - what? Seven? Ish? Years? I don’t even know.

I guess that’s the one downfall from living in a small town.

Most of the time it’s an advantage - like havig to go to the post office during the summer and getting to chat with Dylan while she works, or feeling completely at home in a diner because you know every face there. It’s nice knowing your neighbours and your neighbour’s neighbours in turn.

Like last week, with Mrs. Benson, I heard soooo many stories about the people around town. And sure, it’s gossip which isn’t always nice, but more often than not it’s just keeping everyone updated. It’s how we all show we care - how else would Mom know who’s in desperate need of a casserole or a plate of cookies?

That sounds like a hyperbole or whatever - Mike would probably know the perfect term - but it’s more relevant than one might think.

Plenty people don’t know to ask for help - like Mrs. Benson - and they’re just waiting on people to offer it.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from mom, is that more often than not overbearing is just bearing enough.

Anyway, Daniel and his mom are new to town too, but no one’s talking about that anymore either. Now I think about it, it is weird that people seem more hung-up about them than Danny. I mean, Danny and his mom are total outsiders - even if they only came from a few towns over - but at least Mike and Will are known strangers. They came back, which isn’t unheard of.

Mr. Howard, our PE teacher, for example, moved back in his thirties to take care of his ailing father. His father is still kicking around, by the by, even though he’s been back for almost twenty years now. Anyway, even though he’d been gone for seventeen years, everyone acted like he’d simply never left.

Max’ mom, on the other hand, still often gets reminded that she’s not from here, though it’s less obvious because the residents of the trailer park are used to people coming and going more than Suburbians, and also because she at least was here for ’86.

Now I think about it, it’s bothering me more and more.

I’ve always felt like I’m missing something - it’s often clear mom and Mike are talking around me - but I always just assumed it’s them being weird about Mike’s degree. That’s the one thing dad brings up sometimes when it’s about Mike, right before mom sends him a warning glare with pointed eyes at me. I don’t know - I get dad wanted us to do something practical, or at least, Mike, because dad has plenty of opinions on Nancy’s career as well. But he’s from a previous time, and honestly why Nancy wants to work so bad, I don’t understand.

Anyway, this took a turn.

I really keep getting carried away with these things.

The people are still there, but they seemed to have moved on conversationally, and it’s about time I head home anyway. I’m just going to say goodbye to Daniel and get going so I’m back in time for dinner.

Love, Holly

#holly wheeler #the third wheeler #mike wheeler #stranger things #fanfic #byler #will byers #ttw #st

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ros3ybabe · 8 months ago

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Daily Check-in: May 20, 2024 🎀

omg it'd almost the end of May, what the heck? I'm so excited, I leave to Colorado for my 8 weeks of work very soon and I can't wait! it's going to be such a cool experience being in a new place for a while!

Monday was a good day. My dad and my boyfriend both think I overdid it on the physical exertion a bit, and I agree. I took a long walk, outside, in 95 degree heat, with no sunscreen. Which is why they said I overdid it because my chest and shoulders are sooooo sunburnt. But Monday was amazing! Started off strong, ended not as strong but still good!

🩷 What I Accomplished:

~13k+ steps for the day

took an hour and a half long walk outside(it was amazing, I loved it, I stayed hydrated ans soaked up all the sunlight and fresh air)

completed a 30 min beginner pilates workout from Move with Nicole

did my morning journaling and gratitude

wrote down a positive quote of the day and read through my journal where I wrote down some things that I want to read daily

read and "annotated" 14 pages of Atomic Habits

took a 20 minute power nap

worked a ~6.5 hour shift

drank at least ~80oz of water (that's pretty good given I used to drink like 20oz a day and wonder why I never felt good)

took my two medications + vitamin D supplement

took a cool shower and washed my hair at the end of the day

went to sleep early!

💞 Good Things That Happened

my friend and a supervisor im close with complimented my appearance in a way that gave me a confidence/motivational boost

my other friend and I decided we're probably getting our nails done together next week

that same friend ^ and I are going to go shopping next week as well

my work is going to schedule me where I can still go to brunch with my dad on Friday!

my man starts his first day of work on Tuesday (I'm so excited for him! It's gonna suck not being able to text him all day, but I'm so proud of him for getting this job and all the progress he's made)

got complimented on how efficient I was at work by the night shift supervisor

ate goods that made me happy without feeling guilty or anxiety about it

💔 What Could've Gone Better

I over ate a bit at night after work and felt kind of bloated and sick when I went to bed. it's okay tho, things happen, and Tuesday is a new day <3

super sunburnt!!!! my chest and shoulders are bright, bright red! and I'm a naturally pretty tan person, so seeing my skin that red, yep, I'm definitely super burnt! need to wear sunscreen and protective clothes when I take a shorter walk on tuesday

I definitely overdid it on that walk. got too overzealous and pushed myself a lot. my legs were hurting so bad by the end of the day and that's not good. as much as I enjoyed the walk, I need to be so much more kinder to and thoughtful of my body. it does a lot for me, and I need to treat it right <3

💗 Stuff For Tuesday

take a shorter walk outside in the morning

read more of Atomic Habits (and annotate)

begin studying Spanish some more (fell off the habit but I have a lesson next Tuesday the 28th, so I need to be prepared!)

do some gentle morning and night skincare (my face is a little red from yesterday but not too bad since I wore a hat during my walk)

do my morning beginner pilates and gratitude journaling (I've already done these as of right now, but I struggled with the so-called "beginner" pilates video from IsaWelly. practice makes perfect, tho so I've got to keep consistent!)

book nail appointments with my friend for next week (hopefully the nail tech/nail salon I go to has availability for her and I to go together! I also need to pick the design i want!)

budget for this upcoming paycheck and what I need to save vs what I'm going to spend (and need to buy)

work a ~5 hour shift

talk to my man over video call at the end of the day to see how work/training went for him (it's his first day of work, but it's a hands on training kind of day for him as well)

💕 Song of The Day: aespa - Supernova

what an absolutely amazing song omg. aespa literally never misses with their music. I almost put Spicy, but I've been obsessed with Supernove since it dropped. I love it so much <3

That's all for Monday, like I said, it was a beautiful start to the week for me! And here's to Tuesday being a good day as well <3 I hope everyone here has a wonderful beginning of their week!

til next time lovelies 🩷

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quintessenceofdust88 · 1 month ago

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(Several) Sentence Sunday

I was tagged by my darling @typicalopposite! So here's some sentences of my Hallmark Christmas movie AU, 'Flaming Delights', which was supposed to have its first chapter published today, but. What can I say? Little Blobs and Nonna Rosa have taken over my life hehe (speaking of which: Nonna Rosa fix-it later today, new chapter of Little Blobs on Tuesday! Yay! Ohhh, and prompts! Prompts between today and Monday, I promise) Anyway, here's Flaming Delights (if you think you've read it before, yeah, I posted a snippet a while back, but I heavily edited it so here's the new version). I hope you enjoy it! 🎄🎄🎄

-- (tw: minor oc deaths, car accident)

It was a snowy day in Flame Pine, and Buck had finally flipped the sign of his bakery, Flaming Delights (no one had ever accused him of much creativity), to closed. Now, the only people left were his parents, Bobby and Athena, and Hen and Karen. They were tucked in a corner, enjoying the pastries Buck hadn't sold during the day and fresh cups of hot chocolate, while he wiped the counter clean and flipped the chairs.

"Do you want some help, kid?" His dad asked, halfway to getting up, and Buck waved him off.

"Nah, Dad, I'm good, you've worked all day. You're helping by taking care of the leftovers for me" Buck reassured him, and Bobby sat back down, his eyes still on his kid. Buck knew his parents thought he worked too much, and especially during the holidays, the conversation would soon turn to…

“You know you’ve also worked all day, right, baby?” His mom told him, a sharp eyebrow raised at him, and Buck shrugged sheepishly.

“Well, yeah, but I wasn’t chasing bad guys or putting out fires, Mom” He reminded her while wiping the counter, earning a laugh from Hen and Karen.

“Oh, as if there are many bad guys for Athena to chase in Flame Pine” Karen says while stealing an eclair from Hen’s plate. Hen nodded enthusiastically, and even Athena was smirking a little.

“Face it, Buckaroo, this town’s crime life is as dead as your love life” She said, and Buck playfully clutched his own chest.

“Ouch, Hen, rude” He told her. “I’ll have you know I went on a date just last week”

“Yeah, Buck, having dinner with Taylor every time she comes to town and taking her to your loft afterwards barely counts as a date” The very accurate description came from Bobby this time, and Buck desperately wished this town wasn’t so small for once.

Fortunately for him, Buck wasn’t able to answer, because Jee and Maddie came in. As soon as they were inside, Jee made a beeline for Buck, who readily picked her up.

“Hi, butterfly” He said, pressing a kiss to her cheek, and instead of giggling like she usually did, she hid her head on his shoulder with a small sigh. “Oh no, what happened, sweetheart?”

“She’s a little upset Angelica won’t be living with us anymore” Maddie explained while giving Bobby and Athena a hug (they weren’t her adoptive parents like they were Buck’s, but once she had come to live in Flame Pine, they might as well have been), and Buck rubbed his niece’s back comfortingly.

“Oh, so her uncle finally managed to get here?” Athena asked, and Maddie nodded.

That had been the talk of the town for the last few weeks. When Elizabeth and Philip Kinard had sadly passed away in a car accident, everyone had wondered what would happen to their little girl, Angelica, because they had no family in town, as far as anyone knew. Chim and Maddie had signed up as emergency foster parents, and the approval was probably helped by the fact Maddie was her teacher.

As it turned out, Philip’s brother, Tommy, had been named Angelica’s guardian in their will; the problem is that he was a pilot and was working on a remote location in South America by the time of their deaths. Philip’s attorney had managed to reach him out a little after the funerals, and said the guy was trying everything he could to get back to the US as soon as possible. Now, three weeks after their deaths, it seemed he had managed.

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rose-of-the-grave · 6 months ago

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The Brilliant Plan

Pairing: Harry x Hermione

I know that it's summer but here's a fic that takes place right before Slughorn's Christmas Party. This was based off of this request. As always I'm the author (please don't repost)

Masterlist. Read on Ao3

Warnings: fake dating, kissing, angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 2325

Description: Hermione hatches a brilliant plan for both her and Harry to get with the people they want, little does she know that Harry actually wants to be with her.

Taglist: @sylveryfire, @fuckyeahsuperheropowercouples

It had happened one late night while the two of them were up late talking, commiserating. They had hatched a brilliant plan, if they couldn’t be with the people they wanted then they might as well go to Slughorn’s Christmas party together, as a couple.

“Hey, you know what would really get under Ron’s skin?” Hermione asked, in thought.

Harry looked over at her from where he sat on the steps right next to her. “What?”

“If we were together!”

Harry somehow managed to choke on air, coughing a bit before asking again, “What?”

“Just think about it! The two of us together will probably make him jealous. He’ll feel as excluded as we have for the past few weeks that he’s been with Lavender. It’s the perfect plan! We could go on a few dates together right when they are so that he can see us spending time together outside of the time we all spend together.”

“Well, if we’re going to do this then we might as well just go to Slughorn’s party together as well since neither of us can go with who we’d like.”

“Nice thinking.” She smiled at him, more happy than he had seen her for the past few weeks. Hermione stood up and turned around to face him. “I’m going to go create a plan for the next week so you need to do some snooping and figure out when they will be going on a date so we can plan around their schedule.

“Okay.” Harry agreed.

She then started walking excitedly towards the Gryffindor dorms, leaving Harry to wonder what in Merlin’s name he had just agreed to. He had a feeling that this whole plan was going to end up biting him in the ass. Because, while it was true that Hermione liked Ron who was currently with Lavender, Hermione wasn’t entirely right about Harry also liking someone else. She thought he liked Ginny, but he didn’t. In fact he had actually played up that fact so she didn’t suspect the truth, that he liked her. After all, it could never happen, right?

The next day Harry returned with the news that Ron and Lavender had a date planned for the day of Slughorn’s party. It was then decided that they would conveniently happen to have their date at the same time and place. For the first part of the week, however, it was a different story. After all, they only had a few short days to convince everyone they knew that they had seemingly fallen for each other and were now dating.

On Monday they started slowly, simply hanging out even more and constantly holding hands, hoping that people would start to notice and talk. That was somewhat successful, Ginny came up to them and asked if they were together.

“We are!” Hermione confirmed. “We got to talking over the weekend and realized that we had something more between us and now we’re just seeing where things go.” She then let her hand that wasn’t holding Harry’s caress his chest a bit. He involuntarily flinched. It wasn’t that noticeable but Hermione felt it.

“Sorry. But hey, on the bright side, soon you’ll be with Ginny and I will be with Ron.”

Harry pretended to be reassured when really all he wanted was for her to put her hand back on his chest. He pushed that feeling down and simply nodded.

On Tuesday it was decided that they would hang out together until curfew so that when Harry went back to the dorm he could tell Ron that he was out so late with Hermione in the Astronomy Tower, which was a well-known make-out place for sixth and seventh years. This wasn’t much of a success since Ron was already asleep when he returned. It did, however, convince the rest of the boys that they were together.

Wednesday, Hermione decided that enough was enough. Ron still hadn’t noticed a change. This time, she told Harry that they would have to start hanging out near Lavender and Ron so that they could act just as touchy and in each other’s space as the other couple was.

This started first with Harry wrapping Hermione in his arms which was challenging because all it did was give Harry the opportunity to smell the familiar scent of her shampoo as her curls brushed his face. He still recalled when they had brewed Amortentia in Potions and that had been one of the scents he had smelled in his potion.

“Ok, this isn’t working!” Hermione exclaimed, frustrated. “Maybe we need to step up our game.”

Hesitantly, Harry asked. “And what do you mean by that?”

“Well, if he won’t pick up all of our hints then maybe he needs to be confronted, face first!”

“And…?”

Hermione looked over at him, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “I think that at this point we should just hang out in the common room or something, waiting for him to come by and then just start making out in front of him.”

“Are you sure?”

“Only if you're comfortable with it!” She quickly assured him. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Nah, it’s fine. So do you think we should just camp out in the common room right by the stairs to the boys dormitory or something so he can’t possibly miss us?”

“That’s probably our best bet.”

Harry sucked in a breath, knowing that he would live to regret asking this. “Do you think that, maybe we should at least practice once before we do it for real?”

She looked over at him with a weird look and for a split second he was sure that he was done for before she said, “Yeah, you’re probably right. We want it to look natural.”

He inched towards her a bit. “So, how should we do this?”

“I mean, I guess we just go for it?”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.” He closed the gap, one of his hands going up to support her head a bit. At first they kind of just sat there, mouth to mouth, until she finally moved, actually kissing him back. His other hand drifted down to hold her at her hip, pulling her in more, deepening the kiss. If he was more of a romantic he could have sworn fireworks went off. It was nice, it was more than nice. He had never dreamed that he would ever, in a million years, get this opportunity.

Then, her mouth opened slightly, and so did his. He waited, wondering what she might do until she deepened the kiss further, her tongue tentatively brushing against his. In that moment, his mind blanked, leaving him unable to form a single coherent thought.

It wasn’t until she broke away, panting a bit that he fully registered what had happened. They had kissed, with tongue!

“That was…” He trailed off, unsure how to describe what had been the most magical experience in his life.

“Yeah.” She smiled.

Reluctantly, Harry stood up. “We should probably go if we want to catch them before they get to the dorms.

Hermione looked at him, puzzled before his words clicked. “Oh, right!”

The pair walked back to the Gryffindor common room where they saw that almost everyone had already gone upstairs. They walked over to the couch that sat against the wall between the stairs for the girls’ and the boys’ dormitories. Once there, they sat in silence, waiting for the door to open to cue their performance.

The two of them sat there in silence for what seemed like forever, startling at every small noise. After a few minutes, the door finally opened and they almost immediately started sucking face. Hermione slowly started shifting closer until she was practically on Harry’s lap.

“Oi! Get a room, lovebirds!” Said someone who was most definitely not who they had been waiting for. Turning around, both of their cheeks tinged with embarrassment, to see a group of seventh years that they vaguely knew. They all nodded at each other before they went upstairs leaving them alone again. After a while, it seemed like their wait was for nothing.

“Well, we might as well get comfortable.” Hermione suggested, leaning into Harry’s side, her head resting on his chest.

“Looks like it.” He put one of his arms around her shoulders, pulling her in a bit more, settling in on the couch. The two of them sat there comfortably for a while before Harry noticed that she had fallen asleep. Peering down at her peaceful expression, he smiled softly. She looked so cute lying on him, all peaceful. It tugged at his heart a bit, he wanted this to be real, not all to make Ron jealous.

Harry sat there for about half an hour before sleep started to claim him, causing him to yawn. He really didn’t want to disturb her sleep so he decided to settle in, using his wand to summon a blanket to keep them warm.

He stroked her hair gently as his eyelids grew heavier until he fell asleep.

Next thing either of them knew, it was Thursday and they were awakening to a small group of fellow Gryffindors who had woken up to the two of them asleep on the couch together in the common room.

“Morning.”

Harry shushed them, telling them not to wake Hermione up. She didn’t usually get the best sleep, always busy studying for all of the classes she was taking. The crowd dispersed but he could still feel questioning eyes on them. A few minutes later she yawned, signaling that she was finally awake.

“Good morning.”

“Did I really sleep down here all night?” She sat up, looking around, noticing the blanket and the fact that Harry was still in his clothes from Wednesday.

“You could have woken me up.” She said, feeling bad. Sleeping on the couch couldn’t have been all that comfortable.

Harry shrugged. “You needed the sleep.”

She smiled, grateful. “Thanks.”

They then both got up and went to get changed for the day before walking to breakfast where Ron and Lavender were so busy that they didn’t even notice them. By this point, Hermione almost couldn’t bring herself to care.

After classes the two of them were sitting together in the corner of the common room.

“Hey, so the party is tomorrow, right?”

“Yes?” Hermione said, wondering where he was going with this.

“We’re going to crash Ron and Lavender’s date, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“So what’s the plan? For after?”

At her puzzled glance, he clarified. “How are we going to break up? I mean we have to eventually, right? Once Ron’s suitably jealous and leaves Lavender for you. That’s what you want, right?”

She hesitated before saying. “Right. I guess, after the party or something? We can just say we decided to stay friends and nothing more.”

Harry looked away, trying not to let his face give away his emotions.

Their conversation was cut short by Ron, who appeared out of nowhere. For once, he was alone.

“Hey.”

They both looked at him, unsure how to react. Their best friend, the third in their trio, who had been hanging out with his girlfriend for the past few weeks, completely ignoring them was suddenly back.

“What’s going on?”

“Oh, nothing. I just wanted to see how you guys are doing.”

“You’ve had weeks to do that.” Harry said bitterly, annoyed that he was completely oblivious to everything. Most of all, he wished he could talk to Ron about what was going on.

“I actually wanted to apologize for that. I’m going to try to spend a little less time with Lavender. I got detention with Snape because I was late to class today. We were out by the greenhouses.” He grinned before sobering up. “Sucks, now I have to cancel on our date. She’s not going to be happy.” Ron stood up and walked away, “See ya later!”

“Well. Guess we don’t have to go to Hogsmeade after all.” Hermione said, quietly relieved, watching Ron walk away.

Harry stood up, “I don’t think I can do this anymore, Mione.”

“What, why not, Harry?” She reached a hand out but he pulled away. It hurt seeing how her face crumpled but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t touch her knowing she didn’t feel the same way about him he did about her.

“Because I think-I think I’m starting to get greedy. I think I’m starting to want more with you.”

“What? Harry.” She stood up but he backed away further.

“No. Please don’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because if you touch me again, you’ll only hurt me more.” He couldn’t bear to look at her pleading face. He would do anything for her, anything except break his own heart.

“I think. No, I know I love you. And you don’t feel the same.”

“Harry.”

He backed away, “It’s fine.”

“I do love you.” She insisted.

“Not the same way I love you.”

Her hand grabbed at his and he let her. “I love you, Harry. Not just as a friend. As so much more.” He finally met her tearstained gaze, her eyes pleading with him to believe her. “You are everything to me. My best friend, my rock, my everything. I love you.” She drew closer to him until they were standing chest to chest, their noses almost touching.

Her face grew closer to his and his eyes fluttered closed as her lips touched his. This kiss was different from the other two. The first one had been an eye opening experience that had left him wanting more, the second had been performance. But this one? This one was like a breath of fresh air, the start of a new day. Maybe their plan had originally been a bit foolish and had seemed like a recipe for heartbreak but he saw now, it was truly a brilliant plan.

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creatchie8 · 1 year ago

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Yellow Soul: Chapter Three

Gourd

Chapter Summary: You want to regret Sunday, but you don't. You find Rhett does not regret it either.

Pairing: Rhett Abbott/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI, Protected PinV sex, Choking (light), Cheating, Religious talk/references to Christianity, Fighting (not physical, just some strong words)

Word Count: 5,000ish

A/N: Wow... just... wow. Is all I can really say without breaking down and getting all sappy. The amount of love I have received on this series is absolutely unbelievable and never in my wildest dreams would I have ever thought that would happen. I would like to apologize for my lack of communication and tardiness on getting this chapter out. Life happened... like GETTING ENGAGED! So thank my engagement for pulling me out of the slump I was in.

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The soapy water softened up the skin of your hands, your body repeating the same scrubbing motions since you had been there, two times a day, at least. Though you had only been there for a few days you had already fallen into a rhythm of helping Cecilia around the house. You hoped soon you would be able to visit your family more.

It was unusual of you not to visit your family more, but considering your truck barely made it to the ranch, and there was hardly anyone available to drive you home, you were grounded right where you were.

As you were washing dishes, Perry kissed you before he walked out the door with Royal, going to check the cattle in the east pasture to see if they needed to be moved. Subconsciously, you wrinkled your nose at the smell on his jacket. That cold, empty smell of outside made you cringe.

You had plans with Cecilia to go shopping later, and you were relieved at that. It had been planned ever since you got back from church when you two had looked around the pantry for certain items of food but never found them. The chances of a store being open on a Sunday was slim, which is why the task was saved for Monday. Then things got busy on Monday, which was why it was Tuesday and you are only now going shopping.

But now you were panicking on the inside. By the way Cecilia was talking about the pain in her back, you knew she was not going to go with. Hopefully leaving you with her truck and not waiting in the house for when she feels better.

“You should really go to the doctor, Cecilia. Have your back checked out.” You muttered over your shoulder, glancing back to see her stretching with her arms over her head.

“Don't have time for the doctor. Plus, laying in bed for a bit does the trick.” She quipped back, now shaking an ibuprofen or two into her palm before washing them down with some orange juice.

“Maybe it’s your bed that is making your back hurt.” You joked.

Cecilia snorted at your comment, coming up behind you to put away the dishes you already washed. “Yeah, maybe miss smart-college-girl. Do you want a list of what I need? Or do you already have it memorized?”

Shrugging, you dried a hand off, itching your eyebrow. “I’ll probably need a list, thank you.”

She nodded and left to grab some notebook paper, the stairs creaking with each step she took.

Not three dishes later, you heard two sets of feet walking down the stairs. Two voices, one Cecilia’s and the other sending trails of spiders crawling down your back. Your jaw locks up as you turn, you quickly dry your hands with the rag on the counter just before they stop in the kitchen before you.

Pulse quickening, you watched as Cecilia held the paper to Rhett, pointing and seemingly explaining the list. Rhett’s eyes flicker from you to the list, crossing his arms almost defensively in front of his chest.

Cecilia calling your name draws your attention back to her, explaining that she had added a few bags of feed to the list and that Rhett was going to help haul all of the things you buy into the truck. Shyly, you smile and agree, accepting the paper to fold and shove into the back pocket of your jeans.

Neither Rhett or you said a word as Cecilia went back up the stairs to her room, both of your heads turning simultaneously to watch her leave.

Silence. Still.

Since your incident in the parking lot, things have been the same. Quite literally the same. Painfully the same.

Rhett acted like nothing had happened between you. When he drove out of the parking lot that was the last you saw of that particular side of him. He was friendly when he needed to be, but never went out of his way to talk to you or interact with you.

But you felt his eyes on you more. Was it just an illusion, you didn't know. You catch him staring as you walk past his room, catch him staring when you help his mom make food. He was trying to be sneaky about it, you could tell. Rhett’s eyes only lingered when he thought you weren't looking, memorizing your body. Trying to see what he didn’t in the truck.

You couldn't decide if the sudden lack of attention was relieving or if it was hurtful. The pang in your chest screamed the latter but your brain knew it was for the best.

“I uh, just need to finish-” You turned away from him and to the sink, the porcelain glaring at you in the morning sun, “-finish putting away the dishes. Then we can go.”

“Your truck or mine?” He asked simply, unmoving from where you left him.

“I say yours. Mine has been acting weird. Like I told you.” It was rude to be acting so short with him, but if you dared to speak with any more vigor you were sure you would die. Already your body felt hot, like you were a piece of paper thrown in a fire.

“This fuckin’ sucks.”

Shocked at his sudden words, your body whips around to see that he had come a few steps closer, the dining table was the only barrier between the two of you. He was no longer crossing his arms, hands now placed firmly on the table, leaning over them and looking at you as if he could see right through your clothes. His look made you weak in the knees, a twinge of pleasure settling in your hips.

“Wha- excuse me?” Your voice came out squeaky, making you flush in embarrassment. The look on your face was probably comical, mouth agape, eyebrows furrowed in complete shock.

The fear you felt was unimaginable as you watched him push himself off the table, rounding it and coming right for you. Only your frantic breaths and the swishing of his jeans could be heard in the kitchen. Bracing yourself on the plasticy-feeling counter behind you.

It only takes a few strides til he’s barely a foot in front of you. Your stomach turns as his fingers flit up the sides of your body, pulling up your shirt the tiniest bit. Rhett’s quick breaths fan over your face, making you dizzy with excitement. You had not been this close to him that morning in his truck, that same sharp smell of his cologne mixed with the soothing scent of gritty earth wrapped around you in a familiar fashion.

“I said-” Rhett started, his warm fingers digging into your sides now, “this fucking sucks. You and me.” He emphasized the words slowly, dipping down so his mouth was right next to your ear.

Quietly, you ask, “Do you regret it? What we did?” You had cottonmouth, the nervousness drying up your throat. Resting your forehead on his shoulder, you close your eyes tight, preparing yourself for the answer.

After a beat of silence he slowly shakes his head ‘no’, pulling you away from the counter and closer to him, “You make me wanna be so god damn selfish.”

You make me wanna be so god damn selfish.

The grip of his hands tightened as you pulled back, eyes half-lidded and searching his window-illuminated face. Rhett was holding you there like you could float away with a light breeze. He looked worn. Heavy dark circles rested under his blue eyes, his lips bitten and cracked due to the weather. Even with his somewhat jarring appearance, you still saw him as the most handsome man you have ever seen.

It is upsetting you are just now seeing him. Your heart panged with want. The want to be loved selfishly, the want to turn back the clock.

Rhett was the first to lean in, his blushed lips skimming yours, stealing your breath before diving head-first with teeth and a bruising force.

It took no time to fall into a rhythm of kissing and touching, your bodies seemingly familiar and at ease with each other now more than ever. Rhett crowded you back against the counter. This time away from the window above the sink, a direct shot to the barn.

Rhett shoved a jean-clad thigh between your legs, leaving you no choice but to grind down. The rough scratch of pleasure caused you to gasp, breaking the kiss. He took that time to kiss along your jaw and up your neck, whispering, “Gotta stay quiet, don’t want anyone to know we’re down here.”

Biting your lip, you nodded, fighting the urge to whine again as he shoved his thigh higher. The seam of your jeans rubbed over your clit, leaving it aching. Rhett let his hands explore your body more freely than he did in the truck, fingertips sneaking higher and higher under your shirt. Greedy for more.

You weren't much better. Pulling him so close he basically phased into you, shamelessly rutting against his thigh.

“More- please…” You whined against his neck, gently suckling at his throbbing pulse. Light enough not to bruise but hard enough for him to let out a growl deep in his chest.

“Turn.” Rhett muttered, guiding your body so you faced away from him. Backing up, you press your ass into the front of his jeans, grinning as he hissed in response. You teased him for a few more seconds, experimenting with how hard you pressed against him and the movement of your butt. Rhett soon had enough of it and placed a firm hand between your shoulder blades, pressing you down till you were leaning on your forearms against the counter.

Suddenly, it made you nervous. You knew what was coming next and all you thought about who was upstairs and who was outside in the barn. You were about to bare it all in the Abbott’s kitchen to someone who shouldn’t be seeing you this way.

All of that melted away though when Rhett moved his hand around to your stomach and slipped his hand into the waistband of your pants, above your cotton panties. Spreading your legs so you encourage him to dip lower, he presses his crotch into your ass and covers your back with his front.

Your head drooped when he pushed the head of his dick in, tentatively stretching the tight ring of muscle. You gasped as he slid out and pushed back, deeper this time and with more force than the last. Inch by inch until he was fully seated in your burning heat.

The jeans around your knees prevent you from spreading your legs further, no matter how hard you strained against them.

One of his hands slid from your waist and started rubbing the base of your spine in soothing circles, trying to get you to relax at the sudden intrusion.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, baby-” He mutters before pulling out and pushing in, “Squeezin’ my fuckin’ cock.”

Your pussy clenched at his praise, tearing a little gasp from his throat before he dug his fingers into your ass hips and started railing you into the counter, like he couldn't help himself. Squeezing your eyes tight, you panted like a dog into the countertop, your moist breath making it slick to the touch.

It was almost painful trying to stay quiet, your lungs burning as you buried your mouth in the crook of your elbow. Little whimpers and groans slipped out occasionally, the noises becoming more frequent as Rhett thrusted harder into your wet pussy.

As much as you wanted to, you did not dare to lift your head to try and peer out the kitchen window to see where Royal and Perry were. You knew Rhett was keeping an eye out for you two, also not wanting to get caught in this position. You prayed Cecilia could not hear the wet slapping between your bodies, but you were almost positive her room was too far up to hear it.

A particularly hard thrust startled you, sending you further up the counter, your fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth surface. Consequently your mouth slipped from your elbow and you let out a guttural moan. Rhett stilled his movements, seemingly listening for any movement upstairs. His thumbs rubbed against your naked hip bones gently, the callouses scratching ever so slightly.

Roughly, he snaked an arm around your middle and peeled you off the counter. A soft squeak left your mouth but was cut short by Rhett’s free hand clamping around your throat. He held you there with enough pressure that you would stay put, but not enough to hurt you. To avoid looking out the window your eyes drifted up to the ceiling, cobwebs littering the surface.

“Quiet.” He warned before fucking into you again, returning with the same force as before. The slight cutoff of your airway made it almost even more pleasurable, your vision going fuzzy around the edges, synchronized with the warmth rapidly spreading through your body. Rhett’s chest was pressed against your back, firmly there and heaving in time with his pants.

The danger in his voice hung over you, draping you in vulnerability. This just spurred your pleasure instead of stopping it. The threat of someone coming in and seeing you two like this was oddly thrilling, being intimate with another man in his brother’s house.

Scruffy stubble scratched against your cheek, letting you know it was really him and not a dream. The gentle press of his fingers reminded you too, your own hands grasping at his wrist tightly. This new position changed how he was fucking you, his dick reaching an insanely pleasureful spot. Heat warmed your belly, your orgasm so close to overtaking you aided by your fantasy.

Rhett mouthed at the joint between your neck and shoulder, the collar of your shirt pulled aside as he nips and sucks, never hard enough to leave a mark. The arm secured across your stomach dips lower and his fingers start to rub at your aching clit.

“Rhett- shit, I’m gonna cum. I’m so close-” You wheeze out, back arching and lifting off his chest as you start to lose focus and eventually close your eyes in ecstasy. The grip on your throat tightened as you came, mouth open but no sound coming out. It was almost scary, this feeling of complete weightlessness. You could feel your heartbeat everywhere, from your feet to your fingertips. You were positive Rhett could feel your whole body pulsing as well as he fucked you through it.

A grunt and a gasp sounded, Rhett burying his nose behind your ear as he finally came. Stilling after one final thrust into your pussy he filled up the condom separating you and him.

When he removed his hand from your throat, it left a sweaty mark around it. In fact, your whole body was slick with sweat, t-shirt clinging to your body. You gulped for fresh air, your whole body vibrating in a raw state. Relaxing, your head dropped to Rhett’s broad shoulder. He was still holding you up, both arms wrapped around your chest and middle.

Gazing up at him was quite a sight. He was rather handsome, beads of sweat gathering on his brow. You couldn't tell if he was actually looking at you, or his eyes happened to be the tiniest bit open. Either way he nuzzled your cheek softly, drawing a small sigh from your lips.

“W-We should get cleaned up and go to the s-store.” It literally took all your might to utter that one sentence, voice wavering like crazy. Rhett nodded behind you, his nose still pressed tightly into your head. He was slow to unravel his arms from you, taking his time brushing fingertips along your quivering stomach.

Thankfully your hands shot out before you could fall face first into the counter when Rhett let go to pull off his condom and shove it in the trash can on the wall furthest from you. Without his warmth you were reminded of the cold Wyoming winter surrounding the house. Even with bleary eyes you managed to pull up your jeans, wincing when they went over your sensitive thighs.

How Rhett managed to recover so fast amazed you. While you were still fumbling with the button on your pants, he had already cleaned up and was waiting for you by the door with a baseball hat on. Or maybe you were still too blissed out so you were moving at a snail’s pace. Whatever the case was, he still gave you a small smile when you arrived at the door, watching you pull on a sweater from the coat rack.

When he noticed you struggling to get it situated he reached out and helped you pull it down to cover your exposed middle. The small gesture erased any worry you unknowingly were holding in your stomach. You thanked him quietly and returned the smile. It was oddly domestic, the way he was treating you.

Out at his truck, Perry waved at you from the barn, seemingly hard at work with Royal. Guilt buried itself deep within your heart as you walked, offering a small wave back before Rhett caught your attention. He was standing at the passenger door of his truck, holding it open for you. When you approached him, you expected another smile, but he wasn't looking at you. No, he was looking over at the barn, a stony expression pressed firmly into his normally soft features.

Was that… jealousy? You wondered as you sat down in the seat. It smelled the same way you remembered on Sunday. As Rhett walked around the truck you dared to take a peek at the back seat. You weren't sure if you were expecting anything to be back there. In fact, it was more cluttered since the last time you were here, with a jacket or two and maybe a box of tools.

The shutting of a door startled you, whipping your head around to see that Rhett had entered the truck and had started it a moment later. Settling back in your seat, you stretch your legs out and buckle as the vehicle starts moving.

Tension settled in the air, like thick fog. It was rolling off the man next to you in thick waves. His brow was crinkled as he stared intently at the snowy road ahead. The weather had not let up, and it was well into winter by now. Snow piled up high beyond your reach and gathered in the fields that once held crops and cattle. It lessened as town got closer, the mandated snow plowing starting once you got out of the county and into the small town.

“Where first?” Rhett broke the silence, prompting you to pull out the paper his mother gave you.

“Uhm…” You cleared your throat and looked at the crinkled paper, “It looks like… grocery, feed store, oh and then my momma’s house? I just remembered that she wanted me to pick up quilting scraps for Cecilia.” You finished, running your thumbs over the words. Rhett nodded and continued driving, always looking forward.

The domestic feeling followed you like a lost puppy throughout your day with him. Pushing the cart as Rhett led, his hand always settled on the end of the basket, even if you insisted you could handle it. You read him off the list and followed him down the isles to what you needed.

In public, he made no move to be close to you, as expected. There was too much risk to be seen by old friends or anyone who could be looking for gossip. But that didn't stop him from giving you invisible touches. A soft hand on the back, eyes lingering for longer than acceptable. Still high on the feeling of your orgasm, you leaned into the touches, welcoming them in the deserted aisles of the store.

In the cereal aisle he reached up to the top shelf to grab a box of Special K and his flannel lifted up the tiniest bit. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of his taut stomach being exposed. Then, you had the realization that both the times you had fucked, never once did you get fully undressed. Your skirt was shoved up and this morning your pants were just pulled down. As you watched him place the box in the cart, you wondered to yourself.

Would there be a ‘next time’ to get fully undressed? Would it be even worth it to try?

“What’s the hold-up?” Rhett inquired and you realized that he had been trying to pull the cart down the aisle but you had been standing like a statue, hands gripping the metal bar of the cart.

“Oh, nothin’. Just thinkin’ to myself.” You offered up a weak smile but could tell he wasn't buying it. You could tell by the way he let out a long breath through his nose and how his fingers twitched by his sides.

“Nothin’?” He repeated, raising an eyebrow in question. You nodded, starting to push the cart in the direction Rhett was trying to pull it.

“Nothin’ that needs to be said here.” You finally answered after a few seconds. Rhett looked puzzled for a second, but then nodded, humming in agreement before going back to finding the boxes of uncooked pasta.

At checkout you stood awkwardly by Rhett’s side as the cashier rang you up. She was a pretty brunette with nice teeth, probably only a little younger than Rhett. She beamed at him like he hung the moon, talking to him about how her daddy is so excited for the upcoming spring, and how she is too because that’s when rodeo season starts.

Rhett obviously enjoyed the attention, smiling back at her and continuing the conversation. Your teeth clenched slightly, Rhett made a stupid joke and she laughed, pausing scanning the block of cheddar that was in her hands. It was dumb to get upset over this. Especially because the girl couldn't be older than twenty, and probably every young adult girl had a crush on The Hometown Hero Rhett Abbott.

You forget that not everyone knows him like you do. Jesus, you had known him since he was born. Your momma literally has a picture in a photo album somewhere of you holding him as a baby, wailing his lungs out while you sat there with a pained smile on your face. Before he was mildly famous, before everyone loved him.

When it came time to pay, you pulled out your wallet and handed the cashier the money Cecilia had given you for the trip. The brunette’s smile fell a tiny bit upon fully noticing you were there with Rhett, but was nice to you all the same as she counted out your change. Which made you feel better that she wasn't a jerk to you.

But as you walked out into the freezing parking lot side by side with Rhett, your jealousy grew. Your hands clenched the plastic sacks of groceries as you walked. She was still nice to you, like she didn't see you as a threat. Like she knew you had no chance with Rhett.

Speaking of Rhett, why was he shamelessly flirting with her when his cock was just buried in you not even two hours ago? You still ache between your thighs, your knees are just now not being wobbly. Anger bubbled inside you at that thought, jealousy making your stomach flip and feel nauseous.

Fuck. Or maybe (the most possible answer) she knew you were Perry’s girlfriend. Gosh, Rhett does say that he talks about you a bunch. And you always forget that just because you went to college doesn't mean everyone forgot about you at home. As much as it sometimes felt that way.

Inside the truck your anger and jealousy was replaced with guilt, a sensation you have grown used to ever since you arrived at Wabang. It hardly phased you anymore, the pit in your stomach. The pit was there for you to throw all your emotions into so you didn't have to worry about feeling for the time being.

“Okay. I can practically hear you thinking. Tell me. Now.” Rhett demanded sternly at the wheel, a bit of annoyance in his tone. You narrowed your eyes at him, becoming irritated at his annoyance. Huffing, you turned back to the road leading you to the feed store.

“I don't know, it just throws me off a little when you fuck me silly then turn around and flirt with the cashier!” You snark back at him, crossing your arms defensively.

“Really? Well it throws me off when you practically beg me to fuck you and then still be with Perry Why dont you just break up with him?” He growled, hands white-knuckling the steering wheel. Rhett glanced at you a few times while you struggled to come up with something to say.

His statement absolutely floored you.

“Break up with him?” You ask, as if you hadn't heard what he said the first time, “Break up with him?” You repeat louder and Rhett gives a curt nod of his head, “Rhett I can't just do that! Break up with him and what? Be with you? You realize how horrible that would turn out for the both of us?” You laugh in disbelief, feeling like you are hyperventilating as he parks the truck in the feed store lot.

He turns the key and cuts the engine, turning towards you, “Why do you care so much about him? You literally just told me that you hate him at church, how you feel like he just wants to have a housewife.” He reminds you, brow furrowed and talking quite loudly. Now you were definitely hyperventilating, looking at him with wide, searching eyes and your mouth goes dry.

“Because I’m scared of him, Rhett! Because he gets so mad when I act wrong, I can’t imagine what he would do if he found out I was fuckin’ his brother of all people! He’d kill you and me both.” You trembled in your seat and shoved your face in your hands, trying to calm your erratic breathing. Rhett was silent, but you could feel his eyes on you as you tried to hold back tears. You knew Rhett had seen Perry’s rage before, even as kids his attitude would turn on a dime and he’d snap over the smallest things.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for yellin’ at you.” Rhett starts quietly, his hand resting on your shoulder tentatively, “Please- please don't-” He murmurs and slowly rubs your back as you sniffle, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes.

“No, it’s fine-” You start, wiping your cheeks on your sleeve.

“No, it’s not. I’m sorry.” He apologies again, interrupting you.

Looking at him, you nod, sighing deep before continuing, “Well I’m sorry for being unfair to you.” You conclude and flip down the sun shade, looking at yourself in the mirror and drying up your snot with your sleeve.

“Should we go in?” You ask and Rhett nods silently, following your lead as you get out and head into the store.

It was quick and simple, just grab a few bags and load them up into the bed of the truck. You forgot how nice feed stores smell, always like wood chips and grass.Thank god the cashier was an older man who said no more than three words to the both of you.

Lovely. Someone Rhett wont flirt with. You thought bitterly.

Next, you gave instructions to your mother’s house. You would have figured Rhett would know how to get there by now since he spent so much time there with your younger siblings.

The exterior of the house was decorated in greens and reds, even if it was a week till Christmas. Your family was always big on Christmas, matching pajamas, holiday cards, caroling, the whole nine yards. It was crowded when you were a kid but even more crowded now that your older siblings had kids.

“You should come inside. My mom would kill me if she knew I left you out here.” You advised before getting out of the truck and heading for the front door. You heard his door shut before ringing the doorbell, Rhett’s feet crunching over the ice melt to get to you.

The smell of the wax warmer hit you in the face when your momma opened the door, squealing excitedly before hugging you tightly. After she was done smothering you she then did the same to Rhett, who looked shocked at her outward display of affection.

“Oh come on you guys! Don’t let the warm air escape, get inside!” She ushered you in and shut the door tightly, locking it like that would shoo away the cold outside.

“Wow, the house smells wonderful. What’s the name of this wax melt?” You ask as you wander from the front foyer and into the kitchen, of course taking off your snowy shoes at the mat at the door. You didn’t wait for Rhett.

“Spun Sugar Flurries. Your dad went to the Walmart in Lander to get it for me.” She answered matter-of-factly before turning on her electric mixer and turning off the stove. Your mother was an absolute tornado in the kitchen. She always had to have about five different things going at once to keep her happy. If she could she would grow an extra arm to carry a grandbaby around with her too.

“Smells wonderful, ma’am.” Rhett added from behind you, looking around at the very decorated kitchen. Your mom blushed at the compliment, swatting his shoulder playfully as she walked past and to the pantry.

“So mom, where is all that stuff you wanted me to grab for Cecilia?” You call, hoping she can hear you over all the rustling she is doing in the tiny room.

“Oh! In the craft closet upstairs. It should be in a red and yellow reusable bag… Do me a favor and also bring down my embroidery stuff too!” She replies, emerging from the pantry with a few bags of something, “Rhett, darling. Will you stay down here with me and be my taste-tester for a tiny bit? I have something I will be pullin’ out of the oven in a second.”

Rhett glances at you before answering, “Of course. I’d love to.”

Taking that as a sign to leave, you bound up the stairs and down the hall to the smaller door. It was always weird coming home after being away. How things change without your input. Like, this wall in the house wasn't always this light teal blue color. Last time you were here it was cream like the rest of the house. You wanted to explore your room too to see how your sister might have changed it, but you decided against it.

Your sister had a sixth sense and could totally tell if you had messed with her things.

The supplies were right where your mom had said they would be, in that red and yellow reusable bag. It was heavier than you expected but still held it with one hand as you grabbed her embroidery things as requested.

You find your mom and Rhett hovering over a silver baking sheet on the stove, the both of them turning around as you come down the steps. Pulling out a chair at the dining room table you drop the embroidery down on it, striding over to them.

“Rhett, we better get going. Don't want your ma to have to wait longer for her groceries.” You gently remind him and he nods, but not before snapping off a piece of, is that peppermint bark? And popping it into his mouth. Your sweet mother quickly packs up a ziploc bag of little candies for you to take back with you, but not before hugging and kissing you both goodbye.

Out at the truck you are silent, again. The drive back is silent, again. You fear the fight may have damaged your relationship more than you thought.

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