#my bro today said he's planning to marry next year

[raksh-writes]

Im a pent-up ball of pure stress and restlessness (like chest-tight and heart pounding type of stress) and I have 0 idea what to do with myself, because anytime I want to try and go distract myself with Something my anxiety spikes and my brain goes "!!! NO!!! DANGER!!! LOOK OUT FOR DANGER!!!" so I guess I'll just spend the day pacing the house and refreshing the same 3 pages on repeat, huh...

[a-k-a-l-i]

They are NOT Hot!

Luke and Leia refuse to believe that anyone would think their parents (and Uncle Obi-wan) are hot. Can the twins come up with a plan to succeed and convince their friends that they're not?

~~~~~~~

“A long time ago in a galaxy far, far, away…”

“...The Trade Federation was eventually blown up by none other than the Chosen One, Jedi Master Anakin Skywalker at nine years old, saving the Planet Naboo.” Terria Marayne explained to her class. Many eyes were focused on the Skywalker twins who held proud smiles, knowing how cool their dad was. 

The bell rang signifying that Prodigious Coruscanti High School was over. 

“Remember students,” the teacher called out as the kids stuffed their papers into their bags, “I want a detailed report of the Battle of Naboo, it’s due next week.”

“No doubt we’ll pass with flying colors,” Luke whispered to his twin, which Leia just snorted and shoved him out of the classroom. 

“Don’t cheat, Nerfherder.” 

“You wound me, Lei-Lei, how can I cheat on something so easy?”

The hallways were filled with students coming in and out of rooms, many stood in the hallways, talking with friends. Leia headed to her locker organizing her stuff when she heard her name being called.

“Leia!”

Turning around, Leia waved her friends over. Three girls, a green Twi’lek with green eyes, a Pantoran, and a human with blue hair and brown eyes walked over. 

“It must be so cool to have your dad in history class, huh?” asked Hali, the Pantoran. Leia shrugged.

“I mean, it is, but we grew up with those stories, with way more details, this is hardly anything.”

 Gia pulled her blue hair lightly, “if you say so, but I doubt it though...nine years old? Please, that’s impossible.”

“That’s why he’s the Chosen One, Gia, not some regular old Jedi,” a new voice joined the conversation. The green Twi’lek, Jora, scoffed.

“I don’t remember you being allowed in this conversation, We’lin.” Said girl gave them an unimpressed look.

“Honestly, I thought you guys would be more knowledgeable when it came to Anakin Skywalker, considering you’re friends with his daughter.”

Leia sighed, “That’s enough We’lin, I get why they doubt it, no reason to be so snarky, let’s go guys.” The four girls left the angered Zebrak, who scoffed and walked away.

“What’s her problem?” Jora hissed slightly.

“She’s jealous that I’m friends with you and not her, she wants to be in close proximity with someone famous,” Leia led her friends to the front door of the building,

“Hm, no reason to be so-- hey, what’s going on?” Hali muttered. Gia saw Luke and called his name.

“Luke!”

The boy turned his head and waved his hands to his sister and her friends. The small group walked to where Luke was standing. His friends gaping, their eyes unblinking. The girls were confused until they saw who captured everyone’s attention— students, teachers, and parents alike.

Anakin Skywalker.

He stood against the newest model of a LV-80 speeder, it is one of the fastest luxury speeders, only the wealthy could afford one. He wore his usual black Jedi robes, though, today, they were looking very fashionable. Anakin ran his fingers through his hair, biting his lips as his attention was drawn to the datapad in his hand.

“Oh my…” Hali’s words got caught in her throat. Luke and Leia groaned silently, rolling their eyes simultaneously. 

“The senator truly is lucky to have married him–”

“How can he look so flawlessly handsome?”

“He hardly aged, I dare say…”

“You’re right about that, Xeni.”

Luke facepalmed, he didn’t need to overhear the whispers about his father from the teachers no less.

“Bro, your dad looks so cool!” Derran commented.

“Imagine having a father as powerful as him–”

“Look at the speeder.”

“Imagine being this rich–”

“Why doesn’t he come over often, Luke?” A human girl wondered with a dazed look in her eyes.

“He’s busy…saving the galaxy and all,” Luke said, slightly put off at her facial expression.

Leia fared no better as her friends practically drooled at the sight. 

“Leiaaa, you’re so lucky, your dad looks so hot,” Gia gasped. Leia blanched. Seriously? How weird are her friends? Jora had a noticeable pink tint coloring her cheeks. Hali fanned herself, muttering words like “..amazing…lucky...wish I was older…not fair…”

“Guys, that’s my dad, stop calling him hot!” Leia told them, mortified. Her friends stared at her, breaking away from their stupor.

“And!?” They shrieked.

“He’s hot-”

“Only you would see him as mediocre–”

“We hardly get to see him in the flesh–”

“–he’s your dad and we’re your friends–”

“–let us worship him–”

“–and fantasize over him–”

“–in peace, Leia,” the girls finished off in unison.

Shaking her head Leia left her star-struck friends and made her way over to her brother.

“They are so creepy,” Luke mentioned, taking his sister’s bag for her. 

“At least your friends think Dad is cool, my friends find him hot.” Leia informed him, Luke gagged.

“Gross.”

“You’re telling me.”

The Skywalker twins pushed their way to the front of the crowd.

“Dad!” Leia yelled out.

Anakin’s head snapped up, spotting his eldest son and daughter. He gave them a grin, stashing his datapad in the speeder.

The Force rang with such admiration, jealousy, and infatuation that Luke and Leia had to hurry away from the seemingly endless crowd.

“Hey, Troublemakers, how’s school?” Anakin smiled, girls once again swooned, he took their bags, and began placing them in the back seats.

“Uh, let’s tell you on the way,” Luke hurried. Their father’s eyes narrowed slightly, his eyebrow raised.

“What’s the hurry?”

“We just want to get home, see Mom, our siblings…y’know, we don’t want to be stuck here,” Leia came up with a cover quickly as Luke tried thinking of a lie. Anakin nodded and ushered them to his brand new speeder. 

Noticing the crowd, he gave them a roguish smirk and a semi salute. Chuckling once he felt emotions ringing through the force, he left the group of people standing there in surprise.

 Luke gawked as he studied the inside of the speeder.

“This speeder is so wizard, Dad!” Anakin laughed, he fired up the engine and set off towards their apartment.

“Glad you like it, son, recognize the model?”

Luke racked his brain, “is it the new LV-80? I thought it wasn’t out yet.”

Anakin nodded in approval, “True, but you know how I receive certain gifts for saving the galaxy, even though it’s been sixteen years. If I like a certain gift, then their ratings go up. It’s business,” he explained, “not to mention, I already modified it,”  Anakin handed him the manual, and Luke smiled like a little kid, reading all the latest features in the speeder.

Leia watched as towers, apartments, and other buildings zoomed by.

“What’s in your head princess?” Anakin looked back at her, before setting his attention back to the oncoming traffic.

“I was wondering, after I become a Jedi Knight, I should maybe start in politics, like Mom.”

Anakin chuckled softly, “I think that’s wonderful, you should tell your Mother about it.”

~~~~~~~

The 500 Republica came into view. Anakin smiled, thinking of his wife.

Landing the speeder with such speed and smoothness on the veranda, Luke complimented his dad over and over again, with Anakin promising his son that they can go flying over the weekend.

“Dad, Dad!”

“Papa’s home with Luke and Leia!”

Several footsteps could be heard stomping down the stairs as the trio exited the speeder.

“Woah, is that a new speeder!?” a fourteen year old boy with brown hair and brown eyes asked. Luke had a confused look on his face.

“What do you mean, Jinn? Dad, did you just buy this?”

Anakin grinned gleefully, “that’s right, I bought it months ago but I recently just finished the modifications and decided to surprise you guys.”

He noticed his youngest daughter’s blue eyes glowed with excitement, Shiraya was told she acted like her father when it came to droids and ships.

Leia rolled her eyes and shook her head, her hands on her hips as she watched the rest of her siblings fawn over the speeder. An arm was suddenly slung over her shoulder with slight force, she let out an ‘oof’ in surprise.

“I think this one needs her screws tightened, Angel, the rest of my kids love speeders, yet this one malfunctioned,” Anakin remarked in mock seriousness, Leia raised her head to see her dad giving her a mischievous smirk. Padme, along with 3P0 and R2, walked closer to the father-daughter duo and giggled melodically. 

3P0 overheard and exclaimed, “Master Ani, I highly doubt organic beings, such as Mistress Leia, possess the ability to hold screws, much less malfunction.” R2 gave a series of beeps then rolled away to the speeder. “How rude, R2, I will have you know I studied humans for as long as I can remember, after all I–” 3P0 followed his companion giving him another lecture. Anakin sighed exasperatedly. Padme shook her head.

“Ani, may I remind you, they’re my kids as well? I would like to have one normal kid who doesn’t blow up junk everytime I look in their direction,” she crossed her arms, sending her husband an unimpressed stare.

“We do not blow junk up!” The Skywalker-machine-loving members protested. Mother and daughter looked at each other before doubling over in fits of laughter. Anakin and the children sent Leia and Padme identical pouts. 

“Leia, it seems like you’re the only one who actually took after me,” Padme teased. Jinn ran over to his mother and gave her a hug.

“What about me? I look like you!” He tried reasoning with her. She had a thoughtful look on her face, pretending to think about it. Jinn looked at her and was scandalized at the notion.

“Mommm.” Padme laughed and kissed her look-like on the cheek.

“Of course, Jinn, I never doubted it for a second.” Feeling victorious, he ran back to his siblings and chatted about new turbo thrusters their dad could install with Luke.

Anakin crossed his arms with a small smile on his face, “I swear, he’s another mama’s boy.”

“Oh no, Ani, he’s all you, you should hear him talk about lightsaber battles when you’re at the Temple,” Padme said, “He acts like you a little more each day.”

Leia nodded, silently agreeing with her. “Oh, Mom, is it okay if you can pick Luke and I up from school next week?”

Her parents gave her a confused look, “Sure, I can rearrange my schedule, but I thought you were happy when your dad came over.”

“I am, I was happy, but the thing is…”

“Our friends, especially Leia’s, were fawning over Dad, the teachers were even caught in a whirlwind over his looks,” Luke added when he came over to hug his mom. Anakin coughed and blushed as Padme turned her gaze to him.

“Is that so? Did any of them flirt with him? Or vice versa?”

Anakin gaped, “Angel, you hurt me, how could you ever think of a thing like that?”

Padme ignored him and encouraged her eldest twins to finish explaining. Anakin groaned in the background.

“We don’t want to feel such revolting emotions–” Leia started

“–coming from our classmates and teachers.” Finished Luke. 

Anakin snorted, “Tough luck, kids, your mom is the most beautiful woman in the galaxy, they will probably find her just a little bit more enticing than I am.”

“Don’t listen to him, I won’t attract attention to myself, unlike your father, of course I will come.”

Luke and Leia grinned and high-fived each other. Anakin rolled his eyes and glared non-threateningly at Padme, “I feel so loved, Angel.”

Padme laughed and kissed her husband’s pouty lips, “I only want you to myself, my love.”

“You have me, but maybe I should go, in case some teachers get the wrong idea,” Anakin smirked in a way that Padme felt Nubian butterflies in her stomach.

“Sorry, Ani, I’m afraid you’ll have to stay home on this mission, and watch the rest of your kids.” He shook his head, leaning down to capture her lips once more.

“Mhm, sounds like fun.”

Mimi’s blonde hair bounced as she skipped past her parents, “Mom, Dad, I’m hungry, can we go to Dex’s Diner?”

“Ooh, yea, can we?” Jayden’s brown eyes lit up, already thinking of the yummy Zeltros sliders. The elder Skywalkers looked at each other with amusement dancing in their eyes.

“Why not.”

~~~~~~~

“Hurry up, Leia, you still need to eat breakfast,” Luke called out, buckling his boots on, while simultaneously drinking blue milk.

“Luke, put your stinky feet down,” cried Mimi.

Leia pulled her braided hair into a ponytail and buckled on her belt. Dashing from her room, she slid into the kitchen where her five siblings were eating breakfast. Grabbing a stack of pannacakes, and pouring herself a cup of blue milk, she sat next to Shiraya who was levitating a small Nubian star fruit.

“Shira, please eat, you need to be at the Temple soon,” Padme instructed, walking by the table plucking the star fruit from the air, popping it into her mouth.

“Yes, mama,” the fourteen year old sighed. Her blue eyes danced around the room, mischievousness sparkled to life, already planning on the fun pranks she would pull at the Temple. Giggling to herself, she poured sticky honey sauce on her pannacakes, and shoved them in her mouth.

A bus horn was heard outside and the eldest twins grabbed their bags running out on the veranda.

“Bye guys!” The two yelled out.

Anakin stretched and frowned, noticing that Leia forgot her comm.

“Leia! Catch!”

Said girl turned in time to use the Force to catch her comm that was thrown to her. “Thanks, Dad!”

Finding themselves a seat, many students were in awe, seeing the Chosen One use the Force in front of their very eyes.

“Hands down, Luke,” Derran said, “your dad is the coolest.”

~~~~~~~

“Will Master Skywalker be picking you up today?” Hali asked with a slight grin. 

“Not today,” Leia shook her head.

“Pity, Anakin Skywalker is one of the finest creatures my eyes have ever seen,” We’lin commented as she strode by, not stopping for the group to retort.

“For once, I can agree with her,” Jora remarked. The female Skywalker shuddered.

“Let’s just go.”

Luke was hanging out with his friends at the front of the landing docks, eating snacks.

“–I swear, Killian Urden is the best character to play, hands down,” a human-twi’lek hybrid said.

“Orman’s right, he’s the best character that has been released,” Derran agreed.

A male togruta, Fel-qin, objected, “Please, Carlip Brush is the best.” The other boys groaned.

“He’s the worst! Luke, who do you like?” Orman turned his attention to the blonde boy. Luke chewed thoughtfully.

“While Carlip has the best combos, I have to agree with Derran and Orman, Killian’s swordplay can easily beat Carlip’s gun combos.”

Fel-qin looked betrayed, “How could you say that! Luke, you’re my best mate!” The male Skywalker shrugged and laughed as the togruta tried stealing his granos chips.

A stylish looking Nubian speed craft pulled into view, parking in front of the school.

Derran, Orman, and Fel-qin’s eyes practically bugged out of their heads. Seeing a LV-80 speeder was shocking enough, but witnessing a Nubian aircraft was just as rare.

“Holy, look at that speeder…she’s a beauty,” Fel-qin whispered, the other boys nodding.

A man dressed in the Naboo Royal Security uniform, stepped out, opening the back door. A woman dressed in purple and silver stepped out. Fixing wayward strands of hair, she scanned the premises until her eyes spotted one half of the target.

“Luke!” 

A crowd had already gathered when the aircraft arrived, their attention soon turned to the boy whose name was called out.

“Hi, Mom,” Luke waved and smiled. He turned his head to see his friends’ mouths open wide.

“That-that’s your mom!?”

“She’s so hot, Holy Sith…”

“Luke…you’ve been holding out on us.”

“If only I was older and a  Jedi, hell, if only I knew your mom, I would’ve banged her,” Derran muttered. He winced when a slap was directed toward his head and later three swift punches were delivered. 

Luke groaned and fumed silently, “guys…that’s my mother you’re talking about, stop looking at her like she’s meat,” he glared. His friends looked away abashedly for a hot second before their eyes were drawn towards the pretty Naboo senator again. 

“See you guys…” he waved uncaringly. 

“H-Hey, Luke, wait-!”

Luke made his way over to his mother, giving her a kiss on the cheek. The woman smiled, ruffling her eldest son’s hair.

“How was school?”

“It was okay, we passed on the Battle of Naboo,” he smirked, nearly identical to his father’s. Padme laughed, making the male students and teachers’ heart beat with such vigor, they knew they would do anything for her.

“That’s my son, you knew that story the minute you were born,” she gave him such a proud look, Luke felt his heart burst with love for his mom. “Where’s your sister?” Padme looked over his shoulder for any sign of the brunette teen.

He shrugged, “not sure, she’ll be out in a minute though, I can feel her Force presence coming closer.” the senator nodded and happily chatted with her son.

“What’s with the crowd?” Hali asked. Leia felt a feeling manifest in her stomach.

“Oh no.”

Making their way towards the front, what seems to be a woman, identical looking to Leia, and Luke were chatting in front of a Nubian aircraft.

“For someone nearing their fifties, she sure hasn’t aged…”

“No wonder Master Skywalker married her–”

“–I wonder if I could ever shoot my shot with–”

“Oh shut up, Bron, she married the Chosen One–”

“I’m jealous.”

“She doesn’t deserve Anakin Skywalker–”

“No wonder the Skywalker twins are so good-looking, with parents like that–!”

Gia shifted towards Leia, “I’m kinda jealous, your mom is so beautiful.” 

The brunette nodded, “she is, Dad calls her his light in the galaxy.” She would never dare say the sacred nickname her father calls her mother, only family members know it and she would like to keep it that way.

Jora, Gia, and Hali sighed in wistfulness.

“So romantic.” 

“Man, your dad is the Chosen One, a Jedi Master, an excellent pilot and is hot, your mom was a queen, she’s a senator, she’s super nice, and extremely beautiful, you guys are so lucky! You look so much like them, I’m jealous,” a human female student exclaimed, she turned to her boyfriend who raised his eyebrows at her.

Leia gaped, groaning out,“I gotta go, Luke is calling my name.”

Jora looked confused.

“How–” started Hali.

Leia tapped her temple, “Force powers remember?”

She turned around, not bothering to see them make the connection. 

“Hi, Mom, hi, Lukie.”

Padme smiled brightly and hugged her daughter, “I should find the time to do this again, I’ve missed you all terribly.”

Leia giggled. 

Padme, slightly shocked at the sight of the large crowd, she waved and gave them a demure smile.

She led her twins to the speeder where Captain Typho bowed and shut the door after they got situated. 

~~~~~~~

The eldest set of the Skywalker twins sat in Luke’s room, discussing plans.

“It’s impossible, how can they find both Dad and Mom hot?” Luke groaned and plopped himself on his bed.

“Unfortunately, Dad was right, that smug look of his when we came home too,” Leia crushed silently. Her face was scrunched as she started to think.

“You look like Mom, you know that, Lei?” 

She broke her concentration and smiled bashfully, “thanks, Lukie, hopefully I can be just as great as her one day.”

“You will, don’t worry.” Luke grinned, picking up a comic from the floor.

“Anyway, I still don’t have an idea…” Leia huffed out. 

Luke snapped his fingers and exclaimed, “ah-ha!”

Startled, Leia looked at him, “well? What is it?”

“Uncle Obi-wan, no one will think the old man is hot!” A grin broke out on Leia’s face.

“You’re a genius! That’s perfect, we’ll be at the temple tomorrow and we can ask him then.”

Identical smirks and heads nodding in unison was the only thing that worried Padme when she walked by her eldest son’s room.

“Oh dear, let’s hope nothing bad will happen.”

~~~~~~~

At the Temple, Anakin was strolling along the hallways with Obi-wan, chatting leisurely. 

“Master…what’s with everyone’s robes today? All the male species are wearing…pink,” he drawled out. Obi-wan sighed, stroking his beard.

“I have a hunch they aren’t following a fashion trend,” he said, looking pointedly at his former padawan.

A human female Jedi Knight walked by, her hair color different shades of yellow and green. She grumbled incoherently and gave a small bow to the two Jedi Masters, but she gave Master Skywalker a small glare and returned to her destination.

Anakin sputtered, “what was that about? I didn’t even color her hair!”

“Always two there are, a master and an apprentice, follow the rules, you do not, young Skywalker,” Yoda suddenly appeared, dressed in pink robes, his hair had blue and pink glitter. His glimmer stick softly hitting the ground as he walked by with Mace Windu dressed in the same pink robes, drinking tea.

“When has Master Skywalker ever followed the rules, Master Yoda?” Mace nodded at the duo and followed Yoda into another hallway.

“I’m nearing my forties, I’m a Jedi Master, and I have kids who take the title young Skywalker, and he still insists on calling me that!” Anakin slumped against the wall, running his hands through his hair.

His former master chuckled, “you are the youngest member on the council, even now, and besides, he is approaching his 900th birthday.”

Anakin snorted, “Right, Obi-wan, of course. Do you know who dyed the robes?”

Obi-wan glared at Anakin, “your offspring did this, why do you think Master Yoda said what he said?”

“Yeah, but what’s with the Rule of Two though?”

“You taught all six of your kids to terrorize the Jedi Temple,” he deadpanned, “we probably should’ve stopped you reproducing after Luke and Leia were born, now we don’t even know who has pranked us this time.”

Giggles floated down the hallway, the duo turned their heads to see Shiraya running away from a mob of Jedi Knights and Padawans. Voices were clashing and mixing together that not a thing could be heard, but they knew this time, Shiraya started the prank.

“One at a time, my fellow Jedi! I still have to continue my prank!” Shouts of objection rose louder, causing her to laugh. Shiraya jumped on a ledge, causing everyone to stop and stare. She turned around, noticing her father and uncle, giving everyone a semi-salute mimicking her dad, she fell backwards. The Jedi clamored to the ledge, but to their surprise, they couldn’t find her.

“Wh-where–”

“She needs no DNA test to prove she’s Master Skywalker’s offspring.”

“This Temple will be terrorized by the Skywalkers, just you wait.”

Obi-wan raised his eyebrow at Anakin who looked proud. The crowd dispersed, leaving the two alone once again.

“That’s my daughter, I can only compliment and approve of her action,” Anakin nodded, Obi-wan groaned.

“Uncle Obi!”

Said man turned to see his padawan with his sister.

“Hello there,”

“General Kenobi,” the twins bowed. Anakin snickered silently behind Obi-wan who had an exasperated look on his face.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

The twins nodded, Leia speaking first, “can you pick us up from school four days from now? Please.” Luke smiled brightly in agreement.

The auburn man gave Anakin an incredulous look to which he received a shrug in return.

“I would be happy to, but what brought this on?”

The twins shared a look, “we would like for you to pick us up, cause you’re family,Uncle Obi-wan,” they gave a very convincing smile causing Obi-wan to nod his head.

“Very well, if that’s alright with you of course, Anakin ?”

“Take the Troublemakers, you need more excitement, Master.”

“Anakin, you’ve given me more than enough gray hairs, I don’t need anymore from your offspring–”

Leia and Luke quietly drifted away from the famous Skywalker-Kenobi banter.

“Mission accomplished, sis,” Luke high-fived his sister.

“Finally, it’ll be impossible for anyone to find Uncle Obi hot,” Leia remarked.

Luke let out a laugh, “exactly, it’s impossible.”

~~~~~~~

“...I can’t wait to go on that mission to Hoth! It’ll be so cool,” Luke grabbed his books, shoving them into his bag.

“Literally,” Leia sipped on her Fresca Jamora smoothie, noticing her brother staring at her.

“Haha, funny.”

She gave him a grin, walking with him to the exit. Avoiding students can be a hassle, luckily for her, she was quite nimble on her feet.

“I overheard the masters talking about our Knighthood ascension, we might get knighted at eighteen like Dad.”

Luke’s face lit up, “haha yes! Finally, Jedi Knight here I come.”

“I’m going to start working on my speech towards my campaign for the Queen of Naboo. I believe I might win enough votes, but I can’t rely on my parents' fame to do it.”

“I know nothing about politics, but if you need help, just call my name.”

A look of gratitude made its way onto Leia’s face, the two embraced until Luke pinched her causing the girl to punch him.

“Nerfherder.”

“Laserbrain.”

“No good troublemaker.”

“Goody-two shoes.”

They chuckled and continued to walk out of the school where a large crowd formed.

“Oh kriffing hells,” they cursed in unison.

“First Master Skywalker, then Senator Skywalker, and now Master Kenobi!? This school will become extremely popular,” the principal exclaimed happily.

“I love his beard!”

“Can’t believe he snagged the Duchess of Mandalore–”

“I can’t believe the Duchess snagged him.”

“He’s so much hotter than his holopictures!” One girl could not contain her excitement.

“Masters Skywalker and Kenobi are the two hottest Jedi I’ve ever seen–”

“I can gladly die happily now.”

Many girls were in awe, they’ve witnessed two very good looking Jedi Masters these past few weeks. Meanwhile, the boys were chatting off making small bets about who would win.

“Anakin Skywalker no doubt.”

“–Obi-wan trained him though, surely that must mean he’s powerful enough in the force!”

“Master Skywalker is the literal Chosen One–”

“–I believe it’s Obi-wan–”

The man who caused the disturbances coughed lightly, and scanned quickly for his nephew and niece. 

This must be why the twins asked me to come pick them up, Obi-wan thought wryly, no doubt they experienced this scenario with their parents.

Holocameras were flashing quickly, girls swooned, and boys gawked. Though, there was no reaction quite priceless like the ones the Skywalker twins were sporting in this exact moment.

Impossible!

I thought for sure it would work…

Luke and Leia shared twin looks of defeat, they simultaneously put their heads in their hands. Chests were heaving as they couldn’t help but feel embarrassment and awkwardness as the school population were continuing their admiration.

“Let’s go, Luke.”

Making their way to their uncle, despite the strong feeling they felt, they couldn’t hide the happiness seeing their father’s closest friend here at their school.

“Hello young ones, I see there is a crowd that seems to be growing by the minute,” Obi-wan acknowledged the two. He bowed to the crowd and settled himself in the driver’s seat.

Wincing, the blonde and brunette gave him sympathetic glances as they strapped themselves in their seats. 

“We thought because you were old, we hoped to repel the crowd and stop their admiration,” Leia explained.

“Clearly that didn’t work, seems like Dad lied about you being extremely old, Master,” Luke tsked, already planning on scolding his father for telling them such a lie when the general public thought otherwise.

Obi-wan sighed under his breath, “Skywalkers and their insults…”

They chatted contently as the elder Kenobi carefully, much to the teens’ disappointment, drove the speeder to their home.

~~~~~~~

Feeling quite refreshed, Leia left her damp hair to dry before she styled it. Walking to the veranda, the first thing she noticed were her aunts Satine and Ahsoka and her Uncle Lux.

When did Aunt Satine and Uncle Lux arrive? She wondered.

Ahsoka looked up and smiled at Padme’s nearly identical replica. 

“Lei-Lei, how are you? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, your mother tells me that you’re planning to get into politics.”

Satine demurely sipped on her tea, “I would gladly help you, should you want my advice, though I believe you hardly need it, considering your mother is already an excellent politician.”

Padme smiled slightly under the praise and waved her eldest daughter to the couch, “come sit with me.”

Leia slowly made her way over there, watching her siblings getting into a friendly physical sparring match. Ahsoka and Lux’s children were also there laughing with Jayden and Mimi.

Jinn was sitting on Padme’s left side, causing her to sit on her mother’s right. 

“I was unaware you had arrived,” Leia commented to Satine and Lux.

“I arrived a few days ago,” Satine remarked, smiling softly at the young girl, as if she knew a secret.

Lux answered as well, chuckling quietly, “I came to Coruscant last night, when your aunt Soka invited me here.”

Nodding in understanding, the three adults including Leia engaged in a simple conversation about politics, Jinn tried to keep up as best as he could, but in the end he turned in favor of following his father out the veranda to help him bring in training sabers.

Leia entered the kitchen with Luke where they met Ashoka.

“What’s got your head in the clouds?”

Luke groaned, “These past two weeks–”

“–three weeks, actually,” Leia interrupted, biting a shurra fruit.

“–what she said, everyone at our school found Dad, Mom, and Uncle Obi-wan to be extremely attractive,” he finished off with a look of disgust, to which Ahoska just laughed out loud.

“Oh, really? Well, that’s not surprising, during the Clone Wars, they were on the HoloNet almost everyday, they were the reason why our galaxy is at peace,” she shrugged pushing away a bowl of Nubian star fruits away from her, since they were only tasteful to the people who had Naboo blood running through their veins.

“But they should be more considerate, like, we don’t want to hear everyone constantly talking about how attractive they are,” Leia whined like a young girl, “someone even said how Uncle Obi-wan’s beard was…hot,” at that word, the twins shuddered. The three exited the kitchen and reentered the veranda. 

Luke and Leia slumped in defeat, waving off their father’s concern. Claiming the problem to be out of anyone’s reach unless they knew how to make themselves less attractive, as to which Lux blinked in confusion with his wife promising him that she will explain later.

Satine laughed softly with her husband, patting his hand affectionately.

“Never lose the beard, my darling Obi, never lose it,”

Obi-wan just shook his head, he kissed her cheek and resumed his conversation with his former padawan who gagged along with his spawns he calls offspring. Padme pinched Anakin who rubbed his arm giving her a mock glare.

The two kissed lost in their own passion for a brief moment.

Luke and Leia shook their heads.

No matter what anyone in the galaxy says.

In fact. they refuse to believe it.

After all, who would believe that the Skywalker and Kenobi clans could ever be considered attractive?

Anakin Skywalker, Padme Skywalker, and Obi-wan Kenobi were not hot.

Jayden and Jinn talked with Ahsoka’s son, Corellan, and Obi-wan’s youngest son, Thelis.

Mimi talked with Ahoska’s middle child, Kerria.

Luke and Leia talked with Obi-wan’s eldest son, Zander.

The adults conversed with each other.

All the while, a brunette girl, an auburn haired girl, and a female togruta, decided that today they would become the bestest of friends. Each girl clasped on a necklace that had a single four pointed crystal star.

They would become a trio that the galaxy feared and respected. Just like the galaxy feared their parents during the Clone Wars.

Shiraya Skywalker. 

Saachi Kenobi. 

Scarlett Bonteri.

These names would then become known as the Azul Trio.

They would be known as some of the most powerful Jedi in history.

After all, how could they not be when their parents are Anakin Skywalker, Obi-wan Kenobi, and Ahsoka Tano?

[laalaaisqueen]

I got distracted so here's a bunch

Lenny, high key offended: you called the soldiers before you called me?

Guardian: I’m supposed to call you first when I find a dead body??

Lenny: YES

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Lenny: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Guardian: It was autocorrect.

Lenny: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Guardian: Yes.

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Lenny: Time for plan G.

Guardian: Don’t you mean plan B?

Lenny: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Tinky Winky: What about plan D?

Lenny: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Robin: What about plan E?

Lenny: I’m hoping not to use it. Finn could get killed in plan E.

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Lenny, heavy sigh: we're late, it will take us 20 minutes to arrive

Anne: I'll get us there in 15 minutes or less :)

Lenny: NO!

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Lenny: Snowball, can you help with the buttons of my coat? 

Guardian: Sure, Len. 

Lenny:

Guardian:

Lenny, rolling his eyes: Up, Guardian.

Guardian: Yes, sorry-

-

Guardian: The next time Lenny is angry, I'll drape him in a cape and say, “Now you're super angry."

Guardian: Maybe he'll laugh. Maybe I'll die.

-

(Five years into the Cure AU)

Guardian, to Dipsy and Laa-Laa: Have we learned a lesson from all this?

Laa-Laa: Look, I know you want to hear yes, but given our track record-

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Guardian: I truly go into housewife mode when I’m someone’s boyfriend, like, I will make you pancakes and bacon every morning. Lenny: This is a lie. Lenny: I am literally dating this man. This is a lie. Lenny: He got his own fluff in the pancake batter and I almost died.

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Gary: Aren’t you going to say, “Have a nice day?”

Lenny: I don’t care if you have a pulse, much less a nice day.

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Anne: Can you turn the lights on?

Laa-Laa: I don’t need to. You’re the only light I need in my life.

Anne: Little kitty, I love you, but I can’t see.

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Anne: Truth or dare?

Lenny: Um..Truth

Anne: Do you-

Guardian: I dare you to kiss me!

Lenny: *seriously confused but kisses him anyway*

Anne, to Conor: He said “truth”, right?

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Cave: You’re a horrible person! Finn: Maybe. But I’m rich and I’m pretty, so it doesn’t really matter.

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Miles: You gotta look inside yourself and say, "What am I willing to put up with today?"

Miles, pointing at Anne not moving out of the way: NOT FUCKING THIS!!!

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Miles: I wish I could crawl under your skin so we can be together all the time Anne: nah bro wtf

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Finn: Top reasons to get married? Guardian: Firmly saying "That's my cute husband!" and knocking someone out in one punch. Finn: ??? Guardian: And love, I guess.

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Laa-Laa: Are you drinking enough water?

Tinky Winky: Sometimes my tears get in my mouth.

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Laa-Laa: oh of COURSE "miss"demeanor and murd"her" are illegal. just admit you hate to see women having fun….

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Laa-Laa: I saw ye in me dream Dipsy: Was I gettin’ treasure? Laa-Laa: Nay Dipsy: Then t’was not me Extra Tinky Winky, shaking with tears in his eyes: What are you two even saying?!

[themuffin2649]

Yandere Shenanigans: Adventures of Little Bro

Part 0: Married life (It’s back!) [Still a rough draft]

TW: Uncencored cursing and violence

Disclaimer: This took so long because the original was written as an ask, but when I was putting the finishing touches, Tumblr reloaded and erased ALL my progress. I couldn’t write it for a while because I was so upset about it and now the Series will continue through this blog to prevent incidents like that from happening again.

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“BIG BRO WHAT THE FU-”

And that’s how my little brother reacted to me saying that I was getting married to Vincent. I can’t blame him, I would freak out if any sibling of mine were to gett married at 18 years old to somebody they’ve just met Days ago. Of course there was constant complaint and questioning, but I needed to live, if he knew what I was going through, he would understand.

Nothing felt real after that moment, it was as if any sense of what has happened since my Isekai into this body has been flushed down the toilet.

Damn, this is really happening

I thought as I walked down the large isle wearing a rather expensive white wedding suit tailored to my size as if Vincent was planning this since the day we met. The only ones here were me, Vincent, my brother, some random guy who reads the wedding ceremony, and Vincent’s pet pig named William.

William gave a slight sniff at my leg as we walked down the isle. He held the rings since my little brother refused to. I look to my fiancée (of 2 days) wearing a white suit similar to mine. He gave me a warm smile as I stepped up to his level and met his gaze.

“Umm… ahem We are gathered here today to celebrate the unity of-”

“Yawn What a bore, skip to the good part!”

“Uhh… ok?” The guy was just as flabbergasted as I was. He looked at the near empty venue which consisted of my Very pissed off brother.

“Ahem! Do you Vincent take… uhh… mc? is that his real name? To be your happily wedded husband.” He said squinting at the paper he barely recited.

“I do!” Vincent said to the guy before looking at me.

“And do you take Vincent to be your happily wedded husband?” The guy said, looking at me.

I looked at both Vincent and the guy and took a deep breath. Was I really doing this? I looked at Vincent and his eager eyes begging me to say yes. I guess I have no choice unless I wanna go missing the next day.

“I do.”

He didn’t even have time to react before he was swooped into a deep kiss. His arms wrapped around me and I squeaked in surprise before eventually sinking into the kiss. He’s radiating with warmth, I could feel his heart beating against his chest, as if wanting to touch mine. The world faded, and the only thing that existed was our passion and embrace.

The only one excited about this was William, who poked his snout on my legs. The random guy who was hired to read (1%) of the marriage script was looking away flabbergasted, and my brother looked like he was about to break a window.

Eventually, Vincent let go and reached for the two rings that William carried. The pig was excited, but also confused on what was going on as he saw his dad gingerly hold the rings he had to carry. Vincent then took my hand and slid the ring onto my finger. When I moved my hand, the ring didn’t pinch or fall out. It was the perfect size. Vincent wore his ring along side the engagement ring I gave him.

“C’mon honey, let’s get out of here and have some fun!” Vincent said, grabbing my other arm and leading me out of the way.

Despite the joy of the moment, the entire time, I couldn’t help but feel like I was being… watched. And whoever’s watching is very angry.

…

To no one’s surprise, Vincent rented out an entire 5 star restaurant for the night. From the inside out, everything screamed luxury. I felt like I was in a Gatsby dream, where whatever you associated with the top 1% was here. There, almost everything else that was supposed to happen at the venue happened here. Music, celebration, and a big Wedding cake. The servers didn’t know that it was a wedding, but money is money, so the cake was baked and served along with the best foods they could cook.

The only thing that wasn’t there was any of our families… weird. The only family that came was my (very pissed off) brother and Vincent’s ‘son’ William. Even the random guy ran off after doing his job (I don’t blame him)

“Hey Vincent, where’s your family?”

This statement alone made him shoot water out of his nose, causing him to cough violently. His face turned red and he fanned himself due to the burning sensation in his nostrils.

Way to go me, you just had to say that.

Once the waiters and waitresses got him and the table cleaned up, he then pulled me to the bathroom, probably to for a private talk.

“Vincent, what’s going on?”

He paused for a moment and glanced away before he said something.

“It’s… it’s my Uncle, no, it’s my whole family…”

“What about them?”

“I haven’t told them about the wedding, just about dating you, and just mentioning you…” He stopped, his eyes holding fear in them. It was if he was hiding Pandora’s box within what he knew.

I figured that knowing would ruin the night, so I helped him out.

“It sounds like your family and I have a hard history, let’s not talk about it, the night is young! Besides, they don’t know about this.” I said, trying to lighten up the mood.

Vincent at that statement, he really forced it. For how could one not be bothered by the fact that their father murdered the parents of their husband.

When we got seated, we continued to eat and everything was back to normal. I started enjoying the night and everything around me. I just had the best dinner every, and the cake was the perfect dessert. Even William enjoyed what he was given, the only one who wasn’t enjoying anything was my brother. He didn’t even touch the food.

When dinner was over, the servers took everything, even my brother’s full plate, and we headed home.

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He did something to him, I just know it. My brother would never do something this Stupid on his own.

I found him exiting my Brother’s room after tucking him into bed and kissing it cheek. Gross

Before he exited, I grabbed onto his arm, preventing him from going any further.

“I know you did something, spit it out!”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know my brother, he would never be reckless enough to marry at this age, and especially not to you!”

“Well, if you know your brother so well, ask him why he ran up to me, got down on one knee, and proposed to me out his own volition.”

“His own volition?! Bullshit! I bet you hired somebody to put a gun to his head and told him it was marriage or the bullet. I know who your family is Vincent!”

“Please, why would I stoop that low. Had I done that then he wouldn’t have been genuine, and I HATE liars.” (But he’s willing to trap MC in the basement, perfect Yandere logic!)

“Stop lying to me! I won’t let this continue any further!”

“Oh?! What are you going to do, scratch that, what can you do? The police won’t do anything because I did nothing illegal, our marriage isn’t documented, and your brother won’t take back his marriage.” He said, flaunting the ring in front of my face.

That ring, that disgusting ring caused it all.

“Honestly, if you knew your brother, you would know why he did it. Didn’t you say you knew him?”

SLAM!

“FUCK YOU! YOU’LL NEVER HAVE HIM!!”

The both of us turned to the sound of my brother shifting in his sleep. I froze in fear that I woke him up and he would be more involved in his mess that he needs to be. This conversation was getting nowhere, and I really didn’t want to make things worse.

“Watch your temper, you wouldn’t want to wake your brother up would you?!” He said with a bit of annoyance.

That narcissistic, spoiled, bratty, son of a bitch! If my brother wasn’t sleeping, I would have punched his lights out, maybe take a finger or two like Leon taught me. He just walked into our lives and is now like a leech to my brother.

I didn’t say nothing but he could see the anger on my face. He shrugged it off as me being bratty. Before leaving, he turned to me.

“He’s already mine.” He said as he flashed both of those damn rings again before slipping out the door.

And like that. He left.

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CRASH!

The chair slammed onto the wall, creating cracks on the wall. There, Leon stood enraged at everything he just saw. The room looked like a tornado had swept through it. Things that were once on desks and drawers were scattered across the floor.

“GOD DAMMIT! WHY DIDN’T HE CHOOSE ME, AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!!” He screamed as he punched the mirror by his bedside. Glass flew all across the floor and scattered at his feet.

When he saw his reflection over the broken mirror, his expression turned to fear for he saw the face of the boy he promised he would never be again. The same boy that would terrorize everybody. He should have been happy for him… but he wasn’t.

For the first time in years, the house was completely silent.

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Writer’s Note: Why are arguments so hard to write 😩

[chaoticgoodlawyerwrites]

I've held off due to the general strike but now here's the tumblr preview for the final chapter of HSY! (Yes, last chapter because I thought this concluded the story better than what I had originally planned.) This chapter is under 7k words, so the next update will be the full chapter.

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Don’t get him wrong; he was happy to be married and that Binghe was happy and in love with him and… he really wanted to sleep. 

He had rallied for their wedding night, anxious over his own appearance and wanting Binghe for himself in any case. But the night was certainly abbreviated by his own limitations. While Luo Binghe did his best to pamper and care for him, nothing he could have done would help Shen Qingqiu. 

And thus he did his best to hide it from him. 

While he missed his husbands, Shen Qingqiu slept like a rock the night before in Shang Qinghua’s preparation chambers, not even aware of Bingdi attempting to talk to him if he had tried. Somehow, the exhaustion was decreased but still there as Shen Qingqiu carefully painted Mobei-Jun’s huadian on Shang Qinghua’s forehead in wedding red, though he had charmed this particular blend to turn to blue with spiritual energy. 

“Bro, you good?” Shang Qinghua asked, tone subdued.

“Yes, why do you ask?”

“Well, you’re quiet. And you haven’t even attempted to insult me in like twenty-four hours. I’m kinda worried about you?”

Shen Qingqiu paused in his careful work and looked at his friend. Shang Qinghua was chewing at his lip (thankfully only the inner part because if he had stained his teeth red so help him…!!!) and wringing his hands. His friend really was concerned when Shen Qingqiu was the last thing Shang Qinghua should be thinking about.

He sighed and cut his eyes to the side of the room where an imperial guard was standing sentry. “I’ve had a tiring few days,” he said.

SQQ: bro I’m 2 months pregnant. I’m tired and trying not to act like it.

SQH: ooooohhhhh my bad

SQQ: don’t worry about it

“If you say so,” Shang Qinghua said aloud. “Do you think everything is well out there?”

“I do. I also think it doesn’t matter if there’s a hiccup because Mobei-Jun is marrying you no matter what today. You’ve both waited long enough.”

“Haha, yeah. I guess we have.” Shang Qinghua looked off to the side and that made Shen Qingqiu hesitate in returning to their preparations.

They were running out of time for this, but they would wait for the bride. Not sure how long, in Mobei-Jun’s case, but everyone else would sit tight.

“You okay?”

“Yes! I’m very happy! Just…” Shang Qinghua sighed. “You know, before? I never thought I would get married and now I’m. I’m lucky my King loves me so.”

“Are you worried he’s going to change his mind with the Original?” Shen Qingqiu asked in English, getting to the point.

“No, but I worry that he should, you know?” Shang Qinghua responded. “He’s been hurt, so hurt, but understanding. We’ve been talking as much as he can stand, really. I’m doing my best to reassure him, but the reality won’t ever not be the truth. I’m marrying another version of him and it’s not like my arm is being twisted, is it? I just think he deserves better, but he chooses me and I’m so grateful that he does.”

“I get it,” Shen Qingqiu reassured him, because fuck, how could he not. “But guilt is useless and you both made your choices. Don’t let your guilt get in the way of your happiness, especially not when it compromises his happiness as well.”

Shang Qinghua narrowed his eyes at him. “And where was this attitude, oh, a year ago?”

Shen Qingqiu sighed, “Mu-shidi works hard. Once I was able to be completely honest with him, that was pretty much the first thing he told me. I’m working on believing that myself, but just because it’s difficult doesn’t make it true.”

His friend stared for a minute then gave a long, low whistle. “I know he doesn’t get paid like elsewhere, but give that man a raise.”

“He does deserve a sabbatical.”

“Not like he’ll take it for like. A while.” Shang Qinghua flicked his eyes down to Shen Qingqiu’s stomach and back up. Shen Qingqiu had no response but to sigh and finish touching up the makeup. “Hey, do you think he takes couples?” 

“I think he would need to start prescribing himself if he did,” Shen Qingqiu said dryly and Shang Qinghua couldn’t help laughing. “Don’t move, dumbass.”

“Gods, can you imagine? He has his hands full with you. I think a peek into your husband’s mind would have the man running away screaming.”

“He’s not an actual psychologist, you know,” Shen Qingqiu said, not denying the idea. It was a miracle that either Luo Binghe was functional and relatively sane. “I was kinda taken on by necessity.”

“Necessity, he says. Bro, we’re remembering things differently.”

“Whatever. Stop deflecting and stay still so I can put this veil on you.”

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

Hello! I hope your day has been great! 💜 I was wondering if you could write a fic of Jack and reader getting married? If not, that’s okay! 😊

𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐰

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: reader and Jack getting married

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: tears idk

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jack Harlow x f! Reader

𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞.

𝐃𝐎𝐍❜𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

Jack stood before the mirror fixing up his tie. He let out an unstable breath; today was the day, he was planning to marry you. he was more than prepared to wed you, but his nerves were all over the place. A few breathing exercises afterward he was still a mess. He hoped he could pull it together before he's needed to the altar, but he wasn’t sure if that was attending to be possible.

 “You ready?” Jack looked at Urban through the reflection. Jack gestured, settling his tie up one more time some time recently, moving from the mirror. “I'm ready.” Jack strolled over to the chair where his dress coat was. He pulled it off the chair and put it on. 

Urban knew his friend well to know something was up. He was quiet, which wasn’t like him at all. “What's up with you.” Jack shook his head hoping it was enough to convince Urban nothing was wrong, but Urban didn't settle with that. “Jack, I know you’re lying. What is it?” Jack groaned, looking over at Urban. “Man, I'm nervous.” Jack ran his hand through his brown curls, “what if she doesn’t want to be married?” Urban shook his head, he put his hand on Jack's shoulder and made him look at him. 

“Bro she’s ready. I just saw her a couple of minutes prior and she’s fucking excited to wed. Get out of your head man.” Jack relaxed a bit knowing you were prepared. “Now we gotta go.” Jack and Urban went to the altar to get ready for you to come out. You on the other hand stood in front of your friend, metta and Neelam. They looked at you in your dress in awe. 

“You guys like it?”

“We love it.” Neelam said. “Jack will love it even more.. Speaking of jack, are you ready to get married?”

You exhaled, “ready as I’ll ever be."

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Everyone was in their places and waiting for you. Jack stood at the altar, urban as his best man and the rest of the guys as as his groomsmen. Jack's heart was beating against his chest at a million miles per hour as he waited. He wasn't sure if it was because he was excited to marry you or nervous to see you in your dress.

A few minutes went by before the door opened. Everyone stood up and focused on the door. You walked in making everyone gasp. Jack breath got caught in his throat and he choked back tears as he watched you walk in in your long beautiful dress.

You looked at him with a soft smile and a twinkle in your eyes. Jack returned it. You walked down the aisle, your eyes never leaving Jack's.

Your dad handed you off to jack. You grabbed his hand and looked up at him. Jack mouthed I love you, you smiled at him and kissed his hand.

The officiant read out their words to you both, but you both were too focused on one another throughout everything.

When it was finally time to read your vows you took a deep breath and began.

“jack, from the moment I met you I knew you were the one. Sure were cocky, high, and a horrible flirt, but I knew you were the one. These passed three years with you have been nothing but amazing. I've shared many laughs with you and many tears. I've become a better person because of you. You taught me what real love is even when I thought I wouldn't find it. There's no man I want to wake up next to other than you. There's no man I want to be the father of my children other than you. There's no man I want to spend the rest of my days with other than you. I love you and I can't wait for the rest of our lives together.

Jack smiled at you. He couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with you either.

© writing by Iguessweallcrazyithinktho do not steal or repost any of my content anywhere without my consent

[positivexcellence]

My worst moment: Jared Padalecki of ‘Walker’ on being unprepared: Like that nightmare of going to school naked

After 15 seasons starring on “Supernatural,” Jared Padalecki seamlessly switched gears last year to launch “Walker” on the CW. A reboot of “Walker, Texas Ranger,” the series is filmed in Austin, Texas, where Padalecki has been based, for years, with his wife and children. “Supernatural” shot in Vancouver, Canada — a significant commute — but that isn’t the case anymore with “Walker”; now Padalecki actually gets to spend time with his family while headlining a television show and fulfilling himself creatively.

Padalecki is also an executive producer on a forthcoming “Walker” prequel series set in the late 1880s that he said will be about “fleshing out the Walker world and learning about where they came from, and how where you’re born and raised affects who you become. I love the Walker family. I know my mom loves them as well,” he joked. “So hopefully people without the last name Padalecki are having a good time, too.”

One of his early career breaks was playing Dean, Rory’s first boyfriend on “The Gilmore Girls,” and when asked about a worst moment in his career, it was a memory from his time on that show that came to mind: “Having been in the business for 22 years, I’ve got several of these stories. But this one specific story has really informed how I’ve approached my career and my process.”

My worst moment …

“I didn’t shoot every day on ‘Gilmore Girls,’ and on this particular week, I wasn’t needed on set until Friday. So on Monday night, my friends and I are watching the Spurs — I had friends from San Antonio out in L.A., so we would always watch games and play video games. And again, I didn’t have to work until Friday — I’m an actor enjoying my life; I have three days off and I’m 19 or 20 at the time and I’m single — so I had a bunch of guy friends over and we played Grand Theft Auto until late into the night.

“My plan for the next day was to play with my dog in the morning, go get a workout in and then work on my upcoming scene that we were shooting on Friday. So I stayed up until, I dunno, about three or four in the morning. Well, I guess at seven or eight that morning, my phone started ringing. But I didn’t know this, because I was still asleep.

“I think what happened was, Lauren Graham (the show’s star) got sick and the scene that she was supposed to film on Tuesday had to be moved. So they had to film something else — let’s shoot the scene where Dean and Lindsay get married and come out of the chapel there in Stars Hollow.

“So they start calling me. No answer. They called my agent and then my manager, and they couldn’t reach me. And the thing is, you don’t often get a phone call at seven in the morning saying, ‘Hey, we need you on set today.’ But they were up a creek, so they were obviously trying to reach me. And I didn’t have a home phone, just a cellphone.

“So my manager ended up calling my friend Jordan, who had been over the night before, and he did answer his phone, and my manager was like: ‘Hey, Jared has to film today. Are you with him? Can you wake him up?’ And Jordan was like, ‘No, I’m home, but we live a block away. I can go try and wake him up.’

“So he comes over, and he knew the code to get into the building, so he takes the elevator up to the third floor, gets to my front door and starts banging on it. But because my bedroom was the furthest from the front door, I don’t hear anything.

“Jordan then goes to the exterior stairwell and Spider-Mans up the stairwell outside and does a four or five-foot ninja parkour jump onto my balcony. I had left my screen door open so he was able to get in through that and started waking me up.

“I thought it was a bad prank at first. He was like, ‘Hey man, they need you on set.’ I was like, ‘No, they don’t.’ And he was like, ‘Yeah, they do. Look at your phone.’ And I had 20 missed calls and text messages. I was like: Oh my God. I shot out of bed, had a cup of coffee and a water, jumped in the shower and then drove over to Warner Bros.

“I was probably two hours later than they were hoping and I didn’t have the scene prepared, but I knew the basics of what was going on. Luckily I didn’t really have many lines at first, it was just us coming out of the chapel. But I ended up having other scenes later that did have dialogue, so at least I had time in the morning where I was in hair and makeup to learn those.

“But it was basically the feeling of that nightmare where you’re naked at school. Except unlike being naked at school, this was naked at school and there are cameras everywhere and it will be on film for all time.

“So now, these days, I’m known for my over-preparation. If there’s any scene in the episode we’re shooting, I know it backward and forward, because I don’t want to have that feeling again. It’s one thing if you embarrass yourself at a school play and everyone’s just going to clap for you anyway; it’s another if you’re putting it on television. Your kid’s kid’s kids will be able to see this.”

Shout out to Jordan, who was willing to risk life and limb to wake Padalecki up.

“He’s just one of those guys! He’s like a golden retriever; if there was a bear coming to hurt his friend, he’d jump in to help. He’s a dear friend, still is; he stood in my wedding. I think the reason my manager knew his number was because we had socialized together. Maybe we had played basketball and just hung out a few times, had a few poker nights.

“But that memory is one of those mortifying moments that motivates me to get up at 5 a.m. and know all my lines.

“I’m a born-and-bred Texan and there are a lot of different aspects of that, but for me that means taking your work seriously, taking your friends and family seriously and being respectful. And I was never the guy who assumed, ‘I’m a TV star, I’ll show up when I show up.’ I always wanted people to know: I’m here as a professional and I’m grateful to be here. I’m not going to waste anybody’s time. There are cast and crew who have friends and family and wives and mortgages and car payments, and I’m not going to waste anybody’s time. I may not be the most talented guy on the planet, but I promise you I’ll be the most hardworking.

“So that day was such a misrepresentation of who I was. It made me seem like I was some jerk who didn’t care. Like that cliché of the actor rolling in hungover and late. And I’m like, man, that’s not me. I want the reputation of the guy who will do whatever it takes and work as hard as he needs to, off set and off camera, to get the job done as seamlessly and efficiently as possible — and this was exactly opposite, as I blow in, hair still wet from the shower, like: ‘Uh, what are we shooting?’

“The cast and crew knew me by this point, and they knew that this was the exception, not the rule. It’s the guilt you put on yourself. If this had been my first day, I don’t think I would have had a second day.”

The takeaway …

“I am a much happier and calmer — and I’ve been very public about ‘Jared deals with anxiety’ — and a much less anxious person if I am prepared as much as possible. So I take preparation seriously. I think you kill two birds with one stone, because the more I prepare, the better I feel, but also the better my work is because I’ve thought about it a dozen or two dozen different ways. So when it’s time to get on set and play, I can play.

“I enjoy acting and I enjoy telling stories, and on that day, I didn’t give myself the chance to do the best storytelling that I could have otherwise done. So you’re really just kind of stealing from yourself when you’re not prepared.”

Chicago Tribune

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Not My Type

Lila walked into school with a smile on her face. She had planned this day out to the tee. She would let Marinette have her false sense of security. She had been spreading seeds of doubt for over three years now. She knew the class would find it suspicious, but it wouldn't matter. Lila wouldn't tell anyone, anything about Marinette, today. She had bought a new dress and shoes for the occasion. She had to look her best after all. By the end of the day, she would be dating Adrien Agreste.

As their teacher allowed them to gather up their belongings before the final, Lila stood up and walked in front of Adrien's seat.

"Adrien, we've known each other and worked together for a couple years now. Will you go on a date with me?" Lila asked, playing up the innocent act.

Adrien stared at her in shocked, before finding his voice, "I'm sorry, Lila, but I don't want to date you."

'He...He said no!'

"Why?" Lila screamed, making the class jump back.

"I'm sorry, but you're just not my type." he replied

"How am I not your type?" Lila shouted, "I'm famous, a model, I'm beautiful, exotic-"

"So?" Adrien shrugged.

"So!" the Italian fumed.

"You don't look anything like the people I fantasize about." the young Agreste responded.

"What do you mean?" asked Kim.

"Yeah, Bro?" spoke Nino, "You've never really shared what kind of person you like."

"My first ever crush was on Ladybug." Adrien smiled.

No one noticed Lila's soured face.

"You told me that a girl didn't have to be super to get my attention, when we first met, but I was head over heels for her." he spoke, facing the class, "I thought she was amazing! Yeah, she's a hero, but she's smart and can outwit Hawkmoth. She called him out her first day as a hero and I just thought, 'Wow! She's the kind of girl that I want to marry'!"

Lila clenched her fist, in anger.

It was always Ladybug who got in her way.

"The first girl I ever dated was Kagami. She's determined, fierce, a fighter. She's smart an calculating, but we were too much alike so we ended things." Adrien continued, "The next girl I had a crush on was Marinette. She's also smart, fierce in her own way, kind clumsy, but in a cute way."

"Hey!" Mari shouted, drowned out by the girls squeals.

"But, I took too long and she's dating someone else. Apparently, she's into guys with green eyes; that's her type." Adrien smirked.

Marinette stuck her tongue out at him.

"What?" shouted Alya.

"Since when?" asked Alix.

"Like a year ago." Marinette shrugged, "Adrien and I still hang out. I told him I understood if he wanted space and that I knew what he was feeling. It was then that I told him that I had feelings for him before, but he was happy with Kagami so I moved on. It was hard, but I didn't want to be uncomfortable around him or them. They're both my friends and I knew that we would all hang out at some point."

"I think I avoided you for a month and it took like six to get over you." Adrien admitted.

Marinette smiled sadly and nodded, understanding.

"Do you see a pattern, Lila?" he questioned.

Lila frowned, feeling everyone's stare on her.

Taking it as a 'NO', Adrien responded, "They all have ebony-blue hair and exotic eyes. I just have a type. It's nothing against you as a person, but dark, short hair and pretty eyes, get me every time."

'I can do that!'

"It won't matter if you color your hair or get contacts, I know it's not the real you." he spoke, as if reading her thoughts, "They all have a look, but I also look at their personality. They're kind, giving, strong, helpful, smart, determined."

"Hey, Lila is all those things!" Mylene shouted.

"But can she kick ass?" Adrien questioned.

"What?" everyone asked.

Their attention was disrupted from the question when someone knocked on the door.

"Angel." A boy with spiky black hair and tan skin spoke out.

"Sunshine!" the boy with black hair, beside him, cried out.

"Damian!" Marinette shouted, running over to the boy with tan skin and kissing him.

"Jon!" Adrien yelled out.

They class were shocked when Adrien jumped into the other boy's arms and kissed him.

Rose squealed in joy, as Juleka, Nathaniel, and Alix shot him thumb ups.

Their excitement was short lived when Lila screamed, "You're dating a guy?"

Adrien turned to face Lila and everyone saw that the mysterious 'Jon' did indeed have ebony-blue hair and blue eyes, behind his glasses. In fact, he could probably pass as Marinette's long-lost sibling.

Adrien smiled as he replied, "I told you I have a type."

"And he can kick ass?" Kim asked, skeptically.

Adrien nodded, "He's really strong. You should see him when he lifts."

"How much weight?" asked Alix.

"I toss between forty to 200 pounds." Jon answered.

"I can lift 250." Kim announced, smiling with pride.

"Well, lifting is easy, but tossing bales is harder." Jon replied.

"Bales?" Kim questioned.

"Of hay." Jon spoke.

"It's like watching Mari lift." Adrien stated.

"Don't make me toss you." Marinette commented.

"Mari?" questioned Nathaniel.

"Have you seen her lift flour sacks?" Adrien asked, "You don't expect it, but you also can't look away."

"Gorgeous." Damian smirked, "Ready for our special weekend?"

Marinette smiled up at the boy with tan skin. They all noticed his green eyes, shimmering back at her. Wordlessly, he intertwined his fingers in hers and led her out of the room. It was obvious the two cared for one another.

"It was nice meeting you all." Jon interrupted the class' train of thought, "I'd like to stay and chat, but Damian's our ride."

"Shoot!" Adrien cried, rushing to grab his and Marinette's stuff.

"You know how Mari looses her head when it comes to Damian." Jon teased as he took Adrien's hand.

Lila was rooted to the floor. Everything was wasted. Her plan had failed. Adrien, apparently, had been able to keep the fact that he was dating, a secret.

Lila felt people patting her shoulder and calmly whispering 'sorry' to her. She clenched her fists and grabbed her bag. As she rushed out of the room, she could hear the other talk excitedly about their friends' new romances.

By the time Lila made it home, she realized she never stood a chance. She knew that now. She never thought that Adrien would have turned to men to get what he wanted. It was a blow to her ego that she wasn't 'exotic' enough for him. She wasn't sure if she could recover from this. She had always been desirable.

Lila stared at her reflection and looked over her features. According to Adrien, her hair was too long. It was also the wrong color. She couldn't color it. Her eyes seemed exotic enough. She could always dye her hair and use contacts, but she'd just look like the goody-two shoes she hated and come off as desperate. Lila glared at her reflection. It pissed her off to no end. She knew she was beautiful; she just wasn't beautiful to Adrien.

She turned to her laptop and immediately began to delete anything and everything she had saved on Adrien Agreste. She grabbed all the magazines and the Gabriel fox necklace and threw them in a garbage bag. She proceeded to block Gabriel and Natalie's numbers. Once everything was gone, she pulled her laptop onto her lap and looked up 'eligible bachelors in the world'. Many of them were older. She spotted an article about a billionaire's son and immediately clicked on it.

As soon as she clicked on it, a picture of Marinette Dupain-Cheng popped up. She was on the arm of the boy that had picked her up with Adrien's boyfriend. Lila screamed.

'How did she get the life I deserve?'

Lila tried to think of how she could spin this. She couldn't lie, everyone had seen them together. Even if she had said they were together in the past, the whole class had seen her ask Adrien out. She couldn't pull the 'childhood sweetheart' card. She had to lay low for awhile. Maybe say she was dating Prince Ali in the future.

Lila trudged to school on Monday. She could feel the sympathetic looks, the looks of pity, as she took her seat in class. She hated those stares.

Marinette and Adrien walked into class happily. There was no way she could feign she heard Marinette broke up with her face smiling.

"How was your weekend?" asked Alix.

"Oh. It-It was nice." Marinette mumbled out, not expecting anyone to ask.

"We went to Damian's beach house in Venice." Adrien declared, "We played on the beach, tanned, ate seafood. It was heaven."

"Having seafood at the beach was great. It seemed a lot fresher. I hope we can do it again." Marinette agreed.

"Damian is lucky to have you as his future wife." Adrien announced, getting the class' undivided attention.

"We're not even engaged." Marinette replied, shoving Adrien playfully.

"Mari, you were his wife this weekend. Hell, you were a mother to me and Jon. He'd be stupid to ever leave you." Adrien commented.

"What about you and Jon, huh?" Mari teased back.

"What about us?" he questioned.

"I saw the goo-goo eyes all weekend from you two. You guys are in the honeymoon state. It's cute." she cooed.

"Says the girl who needs to prepare for a honeymoon." Adrien threw back in her face.

"We're not engaged!" Marinette shouted.

"Whatever you say, Mari." Adrien answered, getting the things out of his bag.

"I'll prove it!" the designer declared.

"Oh, yeah?" he asked, "How?"

Marinette pulled out her phone and smirked. She showed him Damian and pressed the call button, putting him on speaker.

"Angel?" Damian's voice range out, "Are you not suppose to be in class?"

"Yes. Um, Adrien made a comment on something and I'd like your opinion." she stated.

"Very well." Damian spoke.

"He said I was like a mother to him and Jon." Marinette replied.

"That is one way to take it." Damian expressed, "You did put them in their places when they deserved it."

"Hey!" Adrien and Jon cried out, making Mari giggle.

"Was that all?" Damian questioned.

"No. Um....Adrien..." Marinette couldn't continue.

'Why didn't I text him?'

"Do I need to come back? Jon, you better call your boyfriend and prepare him for combat." Damian shouted.

"No!" They all shouted.

"Habibiti?" Damian's voice rang out.

"Adrien....called me...your ...wife?" Marinette spoke, biting her lip.

Damian said nothing. Marinette turned to Adrien and glared at him. He could Damian's silence hurt her deeply, until Jon's voice rang through the speaker.

"Damian's face is red." Jon sang.

"Jon!" the Wayne heir shouted, before taking a deep breath, "Habibiti?"

"Yes?" Marinette answered, hesitantly.

"Do you want to be my wife?" Damian asked.

She gasped, "Are-Are you-"

"I would have to get a ring once I land. I don't know how long it would take to refuel the jet, but I could be there next week." the Wayne heir declared, making a list of things to do.

Marinette turned red.

'Did he just propose?'

"You broke her." the Agreste hair laughed.

"How?" Damian asked.

"I merely teased her about being your future wife. I don't think she planned on you proposing, especially over the phone." Adrien chuckled.

Marinette buried her hands in her face.

"Aww, her ears are red." Adrien teased, "I think she likes the idea of being your wife."

"Adrien, give me my phone." Marinette spoke, calmly.

"I think you're suppose to say, 'Adrien, thank you for getting my ass engaged'." he laughed.

"I have not engaged her rear." Damian stated.

"Damian, shut up!" she shouted, grabbing the phone and hanging up the call.

"Shit!" Adrien swore, "Mari I'm sorry!"

Marinette glared at him.

'Uh oh!'

The class was startled to see Marinette drop to the floor so quickly and sweep Adrien's feet out from under him. With another well placed glare, she left the class. Adrien pulled out his phone and placed a call.

"Nat, I'm gonna need the biggest apology basket you can find. I just pissed off Marinette Wayne." Adrien mumbled.

"Shut up, Agreste!" she shouted from the corridor.

"Second biggest." he chuckled, before rushing out of the room, "Mari! I'm sorry!"

The class burst into laughter, as Lila sulked in her seat. She had done some research into the Waynes and she wasn't about to get him, either. Lila glared at the picture on her phone. It seemed he had a penchant for people with black hair and blue eyes, as well.

She huffed and put her phone away. She wasn't his type either.

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Paper Rings | OWEN JOYNER

Requested by anon: “Owen request? A series of events that leads Owen to finally working up the courage to propose to his girlfriend?” PAIRING(s): Owen Joyner x fem!reader WARNING(s): some language, mentions of abuse, panic attack, anxiety, and fluff haha WORDS: 3.7k SUMMARY: Five times Owen almost asks his girlfriend to marry him, and one time he actually does.

0.

    Charlie looks around, feeling out of place amongst the big mirrors, bright lights, and the sparkling diamonds. When his best friend, Owen, told him that he wanted a ‘guys night’ (he’s still unsure as to why he wants to have one: they live together, it’s guys’ night every night – he was expecting bars, or clubs, or fancy restaurants; things they don’t get to do every night, because of work. But he definitely wasn’t expecting to be dragged into a jewellery store.

  “O, buddy, what are we doing here?”

  Owen shushes him, walking ahead to a counter. A woman with kind eyes greets him. “Mr. Joyner!”

  He smiles, familiarity pooling in his eyes.

  Charlie frowns. He didn’t expect Owen to be into jewellery – sure, he buys stuff for his sister and mother, but he always takes them with him.

  He thinks of Y/N, Owen’s girlfriend of about five years – there’s a possibility that he may be buying something for her, but it’s highly unlikely. Y/N has been pretty vocal about the fact that she hates diamonds, and who’s to blame her, really? Her father used to buy her mother a diamond necklace after every time he hit her or when he came home smelling of another woman’s perfume.

  Charlie exclaims, “Owen! I’m gonna die if you don’t tell me what’s going on!”

   “I know, I know.” He shushes him, again, and Charlie feels like a child, even though he’s older than the blonde boy. Owen turns to the woman in front of him, Miranda, as her name tag reads, and says, “I hope it’s ready.”

  She nods, excitedly. “Yes! I have it right here with me.”

  She disappears beneath the counter, and Charlie expects her to return with a big box, like a magician’s apprentice. But, instead, she emerges with a small, tiny box and he wonders –

  As realization dawns upon him, he feels a rush of euphoria. “Oh my god, are you –”

  Owen nods, his face aglow with anticipation, hope and adoration. “I – I walked into this store a couple of weeks ago, after I decided that I wanted to marry her, I mean, I’ve known it for a while, you know? I can’t see myself being with anyone but her for the rest of my life, and I want a family with her. She’s my soulmate, dude. And I – I think it’s the right time, too. She’s got that amazing job, and my career’s going great, so, yeah. I wanna marry her.”

  Charlie sniffs, feeling tears at the back of his eyes. “Bro.”

  His friend grins. “Bro.”

  Charlie pulls him into a hug, but Owen pushes him away, and they swat each other’s hands for a second before Owen whisper shouts, “Do you wanna see the ring or not?!”

  Charlie’s eyes widen and he nods. They turn to the woman in front of them, and she points to the box placed on the counter before them. “If you’re ready.”

  Owen nods, and Charlie feels amazed at the determination clouding his irises. He opens the box, and the Canadian boy gasps.

  Inside sits a simple platinum ring. Except at the middle, there’s a diamond shaped like a star. It’s so beautifully built, every edge looking like they’re fit to cut steel. And the entire ring – it’s so simple, yet beautiful, and Charlie knows why he picked it.  

  It’s a mirror of the way Owen sees Y/N – something gorgeous, something priceless, something elegant, yet something so simple to him, and something that will always makes sense, no matter what.

1.

    Owen inhales, staring at his reflection in the full body length mirror in front of him. He’s going to do it today – he is going to ask his best friend, his soulmate and the love of his life to marry him. He has planned it all – even Charlie went out with the rest of the cast tonight to give the twenty-three-year-olds some privacy. (Charlie, Y/N, and Owen live together in Vancouver, at least while shooting the fourth season of Julie and The Phantoms, so, as one can guess, it’s really difficult to get a moment alone – but since the both of them love Charlie so fucking much, they don’t really mind.)

  He straightens his tie and hears soft footsteps in the hallway outside his room. Y/N’s head pokes in, her face lit up like Christmas lights.

   “Don’t you look sharp!” She says, while walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his torso. Owen smiles, catching her eyes in the reflection. “Are the bad puns ever going to stop?”

  She gasps, dramatically, and exclaims, “You don’t gotta be so mean about it!”

  He shakes his head, and feels love swell in his chest for the woman behind him. “I love you so much, you know that, right?”

  A mischievous glint appears in her eyes. “I could use a reminder.”

  Owen grins, turning backwards and cups her face in his hands, about to kiss her, when a voice stops him.

  “I think I just broke the coffee machine!”

  Y/N’s eyes widen, and she yells, “You did what?!”

  Owen’s brows furrow. “Is that –”

  She casts him an apologetic glance. “Zoe, yeah. I forgot to tell you, but Cece had to go out last minute, so I offered to watch her for the evening!”

  Usually, Owen loves kids, especially Y/N’s cousins like Zoe, but right now, he feels like jumping off a cliff. She seems to sense that as she runs her hands down his arms, and says, “I’m sorry! I know you said that tonight was gonna be just us, but you love Zoe, don’t you? And it’s gonna be fun, I promise!”

  It’s not. Owen had booked a table at Y/N’s favorite restaurant in Vancouver, and he would have proposed midway through the dinner, when the musicians there would start to play ‘Love Story’ by Taylor Swift, and when they got to the bridge, he would have dropped to a knee.

  Ignoring the weight in his chest, he plasters a smile on his face. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m sorry, I just – it’s been a while since we’ve been alone, you know? With work and all. But I’m sure it’s gonna be great with Zoe, too!”

  She nods. “Thank you. We can go out alone next week when Charlie has that photoshoot with Madi!”

  He nods. “Absolutely.”

  The little black box stays hidden in the pocket of the beige coat in his closet that he never wears.

2.

    As Y/N smiles at him, Owen thinks that this is it. This is the moment he’s gonna ask her to marry him.

  As the light from the fire illuminates her face, he thinks about how perfect this weekend has been. After long days, and even longer nights of filming, they finally got a weekend off, and Charlie immediately booked a cabin in North Vancouver.

  And there’s no one better at planning trips than Charlie.

  Along with Owen, Y/N, and Charlie; Madison, Jadah, Jeremy and his wife, Carolynn, Savannah, Sacha, and Tori are here, too, everyone basking in the peace. Throughout the weekend, they’ve done anything and everything they can do in snow – from skiing, to making snow angels, and finally, as the shades of evening rolled on the last day of their trip, they are tired.

  After dinner, everyone wordlessly returned to their rooms, and Owen knows that they’re all fast asleep, right now – except Y/N, who is still as bubbly as champagne.

  When they returned to their room, Y/N quickly lit the fire – because no matter if it’s snowing or if it’s fifty degrees outside – she is always freezing.

  It’s the opposite in Owen’s case, though – he’s always warm, and that’s why Y/N wasted no time to settle in his lap.

  Owen quickly pats his pocket to check if the ring’s still there. It is, and it’s been there for the whole weekend. He’s been searching for opportunities, but they were always either with someone, or it wasn’t a good time.

  “O?” She asks, her voice soft.

  “Hmm?” He replies, threading his fingers through her hair.

  Her eyes brighten up, putting the fire in front of them to shame. “I’ve just had an idea.”

  “Later. First, I have something to ask you.” He says, his hand reaching into his pocket again.

  She smiles. “I know what you’re gonna ask.”

  Owen’s surprised. “You do?”

  She nods excitedly. “Yeah. Charlie told me!”

  He must have had a horrified look on his face because her eyes widen quickly. “Oh, he didn’t want to, believe me! But, now that I know, tell me, when are you gonna do it?”

  Owen stammers, suddenly feeling breathless in this room. The anxiety starts to pool in his stomach, along with an anger, directed towards Charlie. “I – I – I can’t believe he told you this…”

  She shrugs. “You know that he can’t hide anything from me. He’s like the brother I never asked for. Anyway, so he was showing me some of the designs, and I love you, but I don’t think you can handle a tooth piercing.”

  Owen’s brows furrow. “What?”

  “Like, totally no offence, but you passed out when the dentist came to do a routine check up on your teeth. I don’t wanna imagine what would happen if you got them pierced.”

  “What are talking about?!”

  “Charlie and your matching piercings, dummy! What else would I be talking about?” She looks at him as if he’s grown a third head.

  Owen’s lips part. “We are not getting matching piercings – I wasn’t gonna ask you that!”

  “Oh!” Her eyes widen. “What were you gonna ask, then?”

  He gulps, thinking to himself – this is it. This is it. This is it.

  “Do you wanna go home for New Year’s?”

  He mentally curses when that question comes out of his mouth, and even with Y/N’s bright smile, he starts to feel queasy inside, knowing that he still isn’t confident enough to actually ask her.

3.

    Owen wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans and stands up. “Y/N, I have to tell you something.”

  She nods, her eyes sweeping across the mostly empty LA beach. He brought her here today to finally ask her to marry him – his past attempts have been nothing short of disastrous.

  As he opens his mouth, he feels a pang in his heart, and his mind starts to race. All kinds of thoughts race through his mind, like – what if she says no? what if she hates him for ruining what they have? What if Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift becomes his most relatable song? What if she –

  Y/N stands up, and her hand finds that of Owen’s, a reassurance, and he knows that she can sense his anxiety. She doesn’t ask him to talk about it – she knows that he will, eventually, when he’s ready. For now, she shows him that she’s here for him, and somehow that is enough.

  As she brushes his hair, his mind starts to calm down, his erratic breathing slowing down and involuntarily matching the pace of her breathing. She whispers, softly, “You’re okay. You’re safe. Everything is okay. You’re okay. I love you. I love you –”

  She keeps repeating that, until it’s like a mantra in Owen’s head, turning the racing thoughts to mere background noise.

  He opens his eyes, and looks into hers, and finally feels calm. He exhales. “That… uh....”

  She nods, comfort flooding through her eyes. “I know, baby. But it’s okay. You’re safe now.”

  He shakes his head, taking his hand in hers. “I – I – I think that maybe you and I should, uh, get – um, matching tattoos. Yeah. That’s what I wanted to ask you.” He lies.

  She nods enthusiastically. “Yes! Of course. You don’t even have to ask – we’ve always talked about it, and I think that now is the perfect time! Do you wanna –”

  As Y/N talks about designs, he thinks that he’s a fucking coward.

4.

    As Owen laughs, he feels confident, for once. He knows that tonight he’ll be able to ask her to marry him, especially in front of all his family – he loves his family, and so does Y/N and vice versa. He remembers the first time he brought her home three months after they’d started dating. He remembers feeling absolutely euphoric about the fact that she fit right in with his family. That was also the day that she had told him, for the first time, that she loves him.

  He looks around the table, and watches Y/N talk animatedly to his mother. His parents think of her as their own daughter, especially after finding out about her rocky relationship with her father. Y/N’s mother sits next to Owen, and he loves how carefree she looks – her ex-husband, really, was an asshole.

  He takes the little box out of his pocket, and his cousin, Elias, gasps. “Is that an engagement ring?” He whispers, his face scrunching as if the sentence left a bad taste in his mouth.

  Owen nods. “Yes. Elias, I would appreciate it if you kept it down.”

  His cousin raises his hands. “Always, homie.”

  He rolls his eyes. “Right.”

  Elias looks around. “Hey, do you think that it’s a good idea to propose now?”

  “What do you mean?” Owen’s brows furrow.

  “I mean people do it in private for a reason. What if she says no and then you get embarrassed in front of your entire family and hers? It’s sympathetic looks for the rest of your life, bro. And your parents wouldn’t be able to talk to her, nor to her mom, ‘cause it’d be, ya know, friggin’ embarrassing. Everyone’s probably gonna hate you.”

  Owen’s eyes widen, and he toys with the truth in his cousin’s words. Elias shrugs, and takes a sip of his water. “But it’s up to you, dude.”

  Slowly, Owen slides the ring back into his pocket.

5.

    Owen looks around, checking if any distractions could be in this room. None. How could it, though? He’s standing in an empty classroom, in the middle of winter break. Nobody in their right minds would be here.

  Well, that would mean that Owen’s not in his right mind. To be really, really, really honest – he is kind of losing it. He has been trying to propose to Y/N for the past month, but every time – every god damn time, something comes up and ruins everything.

  So, he decided to break into his middle school. Well, ‘break into’ isn’t the right phrase – he asked the guard to give him the keys for the night, and even thanked him with a hundred dollar note. Unlike his girlfriend, he’s incapable of breaking rules.

  The guard thought that it was very romantic of him, but really, he’s just tired and wants to get married already. He taps his foot anxiously, and finally hears the door opening, signalling Y/N’s arrival.

  God, she looks absolutely adorable. Her nose is crimson from the cold, and she is bundled under what seems to be ten layers of clothing. She huffs, grinning when she notices him.

  “Are we here to make out? Because your house was much more comfortable and so, so warm.”

  Owen shakes his head. “Nope.”

  “Well, are you gonna murder me, O? Because, well, it’s certainly the perfect location.”

  “I have to tell you something.” He says, taking a step toward her. He looks around and sees that there is nothing that could possibly ruin this moment, and smiles brightly, preparing himself. Y/N’s eyes gleam with anticipation, as she nods for him to continue.

  “Y/N, I still remember the day that I met you. I remember the way you smiled at me even though I had spilled black coffee all over you and ruined your very pretty, white dress.”

  She laughs. “I was really mad at first, yeah. But the cutest boy in all of Oklahoma was in front of me, and well, you know that I was a goner.”

  He smiles fondly. “And the beautifulest girl in the world was in front of me.”

  “That’s not a word.”

  “I know. And then you laughed at my dumb jokes, and even agreed to go on a date with me.”

  “To compensate for that absolutely gorgeous dress.” She clarifies, a teasing smile on her face.

  He grins sheepishly. “And then somehow, somewhere we fell in love, and somehow, you became my other half, and somehow, I can’t imagine a world without you. I don’t want to. You are my best friend, and you are the one person around whom I can be completely myself and face no judgements.”

  “No, I do judge you. You’re a little questionable.”

  “And what would I do without your wicked sense of humour?”

  “Honestly? You’d be lost without me. I mean, you forget to even put your socks in the washing machine.”

  “You’re not supposed to wash them. They go on your feet. Obviously.”

  “That is disgusting, and you know it.”

  He laughs. “I wanna be with you for the rest of my life, and I… I… I want a family with you, you know? I know that we’ve never talked about this, and I don’t know how you would feel about one, but still, if you’re up for it, I’m too. But, if you don’t, that’s okay, too. More than okay.”

  For a moment, an unrecognizable expression crosses her face, and he wonders if he’s hurt her. But then the biggest smile blooms on her face.

  “We should have talked about this. But I would like a family with you, too. I mean, I’ve never really wanted one, and you know why. But, after seeing you and your family, I realized that a part of me does want it. I do want to have the home that I never got to have with you and I wanna do better. I know that you’ll be an amazing dad, and I wanna raise my kid the way that kids should be raised. And I want it with no one else but you.”

  Owen feels as if he’s on cloud nine, and he stares at her for a moment, wondering how lucky he is to find a girl like her. He says, “Y/N, I –”

  Before he can ask her the question, though, her ringtone cuts through the silence of the empty classroom. She whispers an apology and takes her phone out from her jeans pocket.

  She accepts the call and speaks into the phone. “Hey, Luka, what’s up? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down. Luka, slow down.”

  She exchanges a panicked look with Owen.

  Speaking of Owen, he’s losing it. Absolutely. He was so close. And for the first time, he had both confidence and hope. And something had to happen. He starts to feel annoyed at Luka, his sister, and then immediately feels bad about it, but then starts to feel annoyed again.

  “Oh no, you did what? Do you need me to come?”

  At Y/N’s last sentence, Owen bursts out. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

  Y/N raises her brows at him. He feels anger replacing all his emotions, anger towards the world, it’s timings, and mostly, towards himself.

  Sensing his rage, Y/N gives him a weird look. “What is wrong with you?” She whispers.

  “Everything. Everything is wrong!” He whispers back.

  He starts to feel breathless, and the familiar sensation of a panic attack starts to overcome him. He looks around, trying to focus on something, anything, when he spots the door.

  He looks at his girlfriend, and says, “I love you, but I’m gonna lose it.” With that, he walks by her, and out the doors, while she yells after him.

+1.

    It’s been twenty minutes since he last talked to Y/N, and he has lost all hope. He’s now sitting on a park bench a couple of minutes away from the school, and he is listing all the reasons why his life is absolutely shit.

  “Hey, you okay?”

  Owen looks up, and notices Y/N walking up to the bench, with a concerned look in her eyes.

  “I – I just… I’ve been trying to ask you something, Y/N, for the past month. And every time I try to do it, I’m either interrupted, or I’m not confident enough. And, today, there were no distractions, and I was finally feeling confident and hopeful and then my sister decides to ruin it – is she okay, by the way?”

  She nods and sits down beside him. “Yeah, she misplaced her dress for tonight.”

  He grits his teeth in annoyance. He loves her, but his sister has the worst timing.

  Y/N rests a hand on his, an odd look taking over her features. “You should know by now that the answer will always, and obviously be a yes.”

  Owen sharply turns towards her. “What?”

  A brilliant smile makes its way onto her face. “You are gonna propose, aren’t you?”

  A gasp involuntarily escapes him. “How’d you know?”

  “Well, you just said some pretty nice things about me. Also, I can see the outline of the ring box, and you keep checking your pocket for it every two minutes, even if you don’t realize it. You’re literally doing it right now.”

  In his defence, he wasn’t, or rather, isn’t consciously doing it. He slowly retracts his hand from his pocket and gives her a sheepish smile.

  She stands up. “Really, O, are you gonna do it or not –”

  “Yep, yep, yep.” He clears his throat and stands in front of her and drops to a knee. He takes the ring out, and flips open the box, and as the diamond’s reflected light dances across her face, Y/N gasps.

  “Oh my god, that’s gorgeous!”

  He grins. “I have great taste.”

  She smiles teasingly. “I know, baby.”

  “Will you ma–”

  “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

  “You didn’t even let me finish!”

  “Someone would’ve probably interrupted you and I couldn’t take the chance of you losing your shit again.”

  “You do have a point.”

  “I always do.”

  He slides the ring onto her finger, and she kneels in front of him to match their heights. She wraps her arms around his neck, and he wraps his around her waist, both desperate to be closer, closer, closer.

  “I love you so much.” He whispers into her hair, and she kisses his shoulder.

  “I love you. Forever.”

  She untangles herself from him, and as she kisses him, Owen realizes that he had no reason to be worried at all.

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[vosiro]

⇾ Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurō x F!reader

⇾ Warnings: this shit nasty fr 18+, also CEO!Kuroo bc that’s sexy,

⇾ Authors note: In honor of my husbands birthday, I decided to write this nasty ass shit😜. See, ion know what demon POSSESSED me to write this but...🧍🏾‍♀️anyway, Y/n is implied black, but if you’re not black it’s ite!! There will be some use of AAVE on Y/n’s part tho, and she not finna be one of them “I-I-...b-but k-kuroo!” Shy bitches NONE OF DHET. She a bad bitch and that’s on prd. (Shy bitches still bad doe!!) is this self indulgent? Yea idc 💃🏾

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It was officially November 17, your husband’s birthday. When you had woken up, kuroo had already left for work, so the bed was empty. For the past week and a half you’ve been contemplating what to get him. You see, for your birthday, kuroo always showered you in gifts, money, clothes, anything you wanted. That was exactly the problem. Kuroo had the money, the expenses and the power to get anything either you or him wanted, what could you possible get him that he couldn’t already afford himself. For the past couple years y’all were married, you two always went to some fancy restaurant to eat, then went to a hotel to have some casual birthday sex. This year, you wanted it to be different, you wanted it to be special.

You walked into your local bar in a thin, golden bodycon dress, with a black, expensive fluffy jacket, that just made your skin pop. You just looked like walking money. And ofcourse kuroo had to have his girl walking around with that Hermes Birkin 30cm Himalayan with diamond hardware. You looked around the bar before you saw kiyoko waiting at a table. “Heyy shimizu” you gleamed, sitting down at the empty seat across from kiyoko. “Hey, Y/n-Chan” she replied, passing you the drink that was preordered.

“So.” You sigh.

“So? What’s wrong?” Kiyoko questioned.

“I don’t know what to get tetsu for his birthday...” you replied, taking a sip of your drink.

“I’m sure he’ll like anything you get him.” She reassured.

“Girl, but listen...This man got 4 cars, 3 houses, a visa black card, and a bad ass bitch. What more does he need...wtf do you be getting ryōsuke for his birthday??” You questioned

“Well, he usually likes anything I get him. It’s all about the thought y/n. You love him right? Any gift from your heart, he’ll like.” Kiyoko answered.

“Girrrr....you right, you right. Matter ah fact, I have an idea.” You grabbed your lil birkin bag and started to get out the chair “thank you shimizu! Make sure you get to the party at 7:30, tetsu’ll be back at 8!” You said as you rushed out the bar.

You made your way to the expensive lingerie store that was right next to the penthouse you live in with your husband. You quickly entered the store, looking around for something sexy, but cute, but nasty. Kuroo would never admit it, but he gets flustered easily. When you bend over, when you lean down infront of him and he gets a nice view of your tits, when your skirt’s a little too short, when you call him in the middle of a business meeting, and he has to excuse himself so he can fuck his fist to your moans and cries over the phone. You knew exactly how to rile him up, and that’s one of the things he loved about you.

You’ve been browsing the lingere sets at the store for a while, before you see it. A perfect thin, red, sexy, lingerie with garter belts. Not to toot your own horn or anything, but this would just make your skin pop. You quickly grab the set and pay for it, making your way back to the penthouse after.

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It was currently 7:58. Kuroo was expected to arrive at 8. Guests were under the table, hiding behind chairs, any possible place a person could squeeze themselves into. You were hiding under behind the kitchen counter with kiyoko. “Psst. Shimu,” you whispered.

“I’m right here y/n..” she replied.

“Right... anyway, guess what I got tetsu for his birthday.” You asked eagerly.

“Your love and affection??” She answered.

“Girl no...well yes...but no.” You said.

“Then what?” Kiyoko questioned.

“I got 𝐿𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒.” You replied

“You’re making him wear lingerie??” She said.

“...😏” You smirked

“I’m kiddi-”

*clack*

The door to the penthouse opened slowly and everyone let out a big

“SURPRISE!”

Bokuto ran up to kuroo and gave him a big bear hug “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO!” he exclaimed. Kuroo went around greeting everyone, and thanking them for showing up. You were still talking with kiyoko before he started to approach you. “I should leave you two alone.” She she said before walking away to talk with her own husband.

“You planned all of this for me, baby?” He cooed as he took you into his arms for a hug, “yessuh, anything for you.” You said nuzzling your face into his chest. He started to place small kisses down your neck “fuck...I missed you...” His breath was hot against your skin “not here...let’s wait till the party’s over okay, babe?” You wanted to, you wanted to so bad... but one thing about kuroo is he goes feral when you make him wait

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11:00. The last few guests had left a while ago, and kuroo had just got done finishing his shower after you had yours. He walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his chiseled chest on full display. This man was always so damn fine, like whew fuck it’s getting hot in hea fr. He sat next to you and started kissing ur collar bone, slowly removing your robe from your skin.

“You don’t understand how bad I wanted to fuck you,” He whispered into your skin. “I was hard the entire night...”

He completely removed the robe from your skin. “Oya? What’s this, baby?”

“Surprise.” You moaned slightly as he slid his hands to grip your ass “tonight, I’ll let you do anything you want to me..”

He halted in his movements “anything?”

“Mhm~” you reassured

You reach down to palm him through the towel, “someone’s really excited.” You say as you stroke him slowly. “That’s because my girl looks so damn sexy right now...and she’s letting me do whatever I want tonight.” Kuroo reaches down to rub circles on your clit.

“Mm~” he stick his tongue down your mouth as you let out your moan. “You’re so wet...it’s seeping through your panties and spilling onto my fingers..” he grins “only for you, daddy..” you say.”

“Fuck..the whole day I was thinking about coming home and fucking you... I even jerked off to the thought of you at work today,” He flipped you over onto your hands and knees, “Now you’re here...all sexy for me.” The towel slid off, and so did your panties as well. “I’m gonna fuck you so good baby, you won’t be able to walk or talk after..” he cooed, rubbing his tip along your folds

“W-wait tetsu, you just not gon prep me or n-fuck!!” He slammed his cock into you with a deep groan.

“Just Shutup and t-take it... fuckk...you’re tight.” He moved in and out of your cunt at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Faster daddy..” you moaned out

“Yea? My baby’s feeling good?” He picked up his pace and started jamming into you harder. You lifted your body up slightly. “Stay the fuck down.” He growled as he grabbed your neck, not wanting to mess up your hair. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good baby.” He was picking up the paste and hitting that one spot he knew you liked. You were moaning loudly into the pillow before he flipped you over onto your back.

“I wanna see that pretty face when I fuck you.” He started fucking you slowly in mission watching his dick get covered in your cream as went in and out. He then took your hand and put it on your lower stomach. “You feel that baby?” He picked up his pace slightly. “You feel how deep I am? Fuck.” His eyes were tainted with lust, and cheeks painted with blush. Your hand felt each and every thrust he was putting into you.

“F-fuck tetsu, you’re so big..” you whimpered. Kuroo was always a sucker for praise. “Yea? Look at you, you’re such a good girl taking all of it.” He groaned out.

“Open your mouth baby.” He stuck two fingers in your mouth coating them in saliva, then slowly sheathing them into your other right hole. You whine out at the stretch. “I want both of my kitten’s holes to be filled tonight.” He let out as he stretched your ass.

“Shit, relax baby, you’re so tight you’re gonna cut off my circulation.”

“F-feels s’good” you moaned as he continued to satisfy both your holes. “C’mere baby.” He pulled you into the reverse cowgirl position. “You knew what you were doing naughty girl” he groaned as you bounced on his dick “shit...dressing up...fuck...like that.” You were squeezing him so tightly and it just felt so good.

“Yes, I knew..mm~” there was no point in lying, you knew exactly how kuroo would react. He landed a smack on your ass “I’ll have to punish you princess,” you heard a spit noise come from behind you, then felt a warm trail of saliva roll down onto you right puckered ass hole. Kuroo massaged the liquid around the hole “fuck, you think my dick would fit in here? My cum dripping out of you pussy and you ass? That’s so sexy..” you winced as he stuck his thumb inside. “Shi.. does it feel that good? You like that? You’re squeezing so tight, fuck.” He groped your ass, letting out a low moan.

“Suck your cream off my dick baby.”

“Yes daddy.” You replied getting off of him and on your knees. You take his girth cock into your mouth. You started bobbing your head quickly, tasting yourself on his dick. He place a firm grip on the top of your head. “Y-yes, just like tha...mm.. fuck.. your so good to me baby.” His hips started bucking into your mouth roughly, you could tell he was close “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

He grabbed your head halting you to stop. “I wanna cum inside you..”

“Then do it daddy, cum inside me...”

“Fuck. Get on your hands and knees.”

He slid back into you once again letting out a deep moaning after regaining stimulation “how are you still this fucking t-tight...no matter how hard I fuck you...fuck.” He leaned forward and stuck his fingers in your mouth while pounding you into the mattress.

“Mm~ tetsu I’m close~” you whined out

“Yeah? Cum for me baby, milk my cock, I’m gonna stuff you so good.” Ah yes, an even more feral kuroo...truly delicous. “I’m gonna fill you up with my kids...fuck what if you get pregnant.” He groaned. “You’d look so cute with your tummy swollen.” He started picking up his paste, pounding into your sweet spot even harder. “Tetsu, I’m- nngh~ fuck.” Your orgasm washed over you, you were completely fucked out, but he still kept pounding into you.

“Fuck. That’s right, cum on my dick.” One of his arms were on the headboard while the other was wrapped so comfortably around your neck. “C’mon baby. Cum for me one more time. I know you can do it.” He grunted

“I c-cant tetsu.” Your body was still shaking in ecstasy. “Yes you can, c’mon” The hand around your neck reached down to rub your wet clit rough and fast. Needless to say he had you cumming in no time. “Fuck fuck fuck tetsu-”

“Shit, I’m almost there baby, just hold on for a littl- fuck.. bit more.” His thrust started to grow sloppy. “Fuck, I’m cu-uh..nngh.” He let out the most deep and beautiful moan as he spilled his seed into you with one last thrust. You fell onto your back and kuroo right on to of you.

“Fuck baby, that was the best birthday present ever.” He huffed, still out of breath

“Mm~ tetsu! You went too rough..now I’m finna be aching all day. My entire body hurts.” Yo complained.

“Atleast your sexy and in pain.” He said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Stfu.”

Fin.

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Did I proof read this? No🧜🏽‍♀️ anyways I wish kuroo a happy birthday mwah 🥰

Me writing plot: 🤮👺🤢👹

Me writing sex scenes: 😏🌝😜🥰

[lauras-collection]

beyond being friends | part 1

Harrison Osterfield x Holland!Reader

|| Masterlist || Series Masterlist ||

Summary: What happens when you suddenly realise you’re attracted to your brother’s best friend?

When you and Harrison cross the line between friendship and something more, it makes everything more complicated than the average ‘being more than friends’ relationship. Because he’s your brothers best friend and you’re all living together.

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: mentions of toxic  (ex)friendships, smut in future chapters

A/N: THIS IS NOT A DRILL! It’s finally here! Can you believe it, because i can’t. I hope you like it!

special thanks to @duskholland​ for coming up with the title so i could keep the BBF abbreviation without downright calling it Brother’s Best Friend and being BBF’s biggest fan since the first time i told you about it 🥺

Feedback is always appreciated ❤️

You always thought that when you’d eventually move out, you’d move into a small flat in the city centre or student housing for uni. But you never imagined moving into a house that’s a literal five-minute walk from your parents' house with two of your brothers and their best friend. With Tuwaine moving out because of his new job, a room in Tom’s house became available and since Sam had his own place close to his cookery school, you’d been the first person to be asked to take the room. And you jumped at the opportunity.

You liked to be around your parents and Paddy, but you did crave a bit of the independence your older brothers seemed to have. Granted, Harry and Sam were only minutes older than you, but they never failed to remind you of that. Either way, you were now no longer living with your parents and it filled you with a sense of pride. 

Okay, you didn’t have to pay rent, just part of the additional costs, which was not really part of the typical experience when moving out, but you won’t complain. There has to be a benefit to your brother being an international movie star, right? 

“How do you feel now that you’re the only one living in this house who isn’t a Holland?” Tuwaine asks Harrison who’s leaning against the kitchen island his arms crossed over his chest.

“At this point, he might as well be” Sam interjects before Harrison can even open his mouth. “I swear he spends more time with our family than I do” 

“That’s because you’re too busy becoming the next Gordon Ramsey” Tom teases and nudges Sam’s shoulder. 

“Funny” Sam looks at him with a deadpan expression, you can’t help but snigger. 

“Hey, you’re the one who’s away for the majority of the year” You jump to Sam’s defence. Because if one of the Holland siblings is too busy for anything it’s Tom.

“Fair enough” Tom raises his hands in surrender. 

“How long was it that you’re leaving next time? Six months?” Harrison raises one eyebrow.

“Oh c’mon, it’s only four” Tom rolls his eyes with a chuckle. He’s laughing, but all of you know that he hates being gone from home for so long. That’s why he takes someone with him most of the times. This time, Harry will join him in New York, leaving you and Harrison living alone in the house.

You knew it was going to be rare that all four of you would be staying at the house at the same time, but it was still sad to think about. All of you are family people, you love to be around the people you love. And with Tom’s job sending him all around the world, you didn’t get to see him a lot. 

“I’m gonna miss you guys” You pout and Tom immediately comes over and gives you a hug.

“I’m gonna miss you, too.” Soon you feel another pair of arms wrap around you, without looking you know it’s Harry. And then the other boys join as well and you’re one big pile of people hugging in the middle of the kitchen.

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“Morning” You mumble as you shuffle into the kitchen where Harrison is currently making himself a tea. He looks at you over his shoulder with a grin and you wonder how someone can have so much energy in the morning.

“Good morning, sunshine” He has to bite back a laugh and you only manage to grumble something unintelligible. You’re not really a morning person. 

Yesterday was as draining as a day of moving can be and then Sam stayed over because he drank a little too much and he kept kicking you during the night. So you’re certain you look like a mess but you don’t care, it’s not like Harrison has never seen you like this before. 

“Tea?” Harrison offers you a mug and you take it from him gratefully.

“Thanks” You let out a sigh as soon as you take the first sip. Harrison makes a mean tea. It’s got the perfect temperature, too.

“Rough first night?” He asks and pours himself a cuppa as well.

You must pull a face because Harrison is looking at you amused again. “Sam kicks in his sleep when he drinks” Both of you move to the table in the dining room. You let yourself fall into one of the chairs. “I swear he woke me up with a kick every five minutes” 

“Sucks to be you” Harrison laughs as you glare at him. You’re just about to give him the finger when a well-rested Sam enters the room. You can’t even react as quickly as he’s got your mug in his hands and drinks your tea.

“Hey! That’s mine!” You attempt to grab the mug from him, but because he’s a little shit he pulls it out of your reach and you’re too tired to fight for it. You watch dumbfounded as he goes back upstairs, with your tea.“I hate you” You call after him and slump down in your chair. 

“Hmm, you love me” Sam calls back. Of course, he’s right, but right now you’re not his biggest fan. You’re about to get up to make yourself another cup but Harrison beats you to it. 

“I’ve got it” 

“You’re already my favourite housemate, you know that?” You call after him and you hear him chuckle. Not long after, another perfect cup of tea is placed in front of you. 

“You’re the best” 

“Hey, what about me?” Harry comes strolling into the living room, his hands placed on his chest in mock offence. 

“You never make me tea in the morning, so you’re not even part of the competition.” 

“I’m wounded, sis” 

“Get over it, bro” Harry sits down next to you and ruffles your already messy hair. You don’t even muster up the energy to complain. Why are your brothers such a pain? Why can’t they be as lovely as Harrison who makes you tea without you even asking for it? 

“You look like shit,” Harry says as he rests his chin on his hand and looks at you.

“Thanks” – you glare at him – “That’s because I didn’t get any sleep because Sam kept kicking me” 

“Brutal” Harry doesn’t sound one bit sympathetic. 

“He’s staying in your room the next time he’s drunk” 

Harrison just watches the two of you with amusement while he sips his tea. 

Sam was right when he said that Harrison might as well be part of your family. For almost ten years he’s been Tom’s best friend now and you couldn’t even really remember what it was like without Harrison in your lives. You’d been twelve the first time he came over and to say you had a little bit of a crush on him would be… accurate. He’d intrigued you. With his blue eyes, blond hair and that little smirk he still had today he’d been the cutest boy you’d ever seen. 

Of course, he’d never seen you like that. What fifteen-year-old boy was interested in his best friend’s little sister? And you eventually grew out of that crush. Your high school friends on the other hand didn’t. And maybe that was why you were no longer interested in him. 

It took you a while to realise that the main reasons they always wanted to hang out at your place were Harrison and Tom. But when you did you felt a little lost. Was the only reason you had friends your brother? Was that all you could offer them? Because as soon as you refused to host any more sleepovers at your place you were quickly disregarded from the group. 

Now, a few years later, you could see that you’d rather have no friends than those girls, but at the time it was hard. The good thing about having four brothers, though, was that you’d never be without friends. Your brothers were your support system. They cheered you up and dragged you along to whatever mischief they were up to. And when Tom’s career took off and your old ‘friends’ tried to reach out to you, you just rolled your eyes. 

You were happy that Tom had found such great friends in Harrison and Tuwaine. Friends who were there for him and not his popularity or fame. Tom was a great judge of character and that was one thing you’d always admired about him. While you were a little naive at times and trusted people blindly, he knew who he could count on. And now, all of you were a tight-knit group of people you wouldn’t give up for the world.

 That’s why you aren’t even the slightest bit worried about living in the house with Harrison for four months. You’re close friends. What is there to worry about other than household chores? Living with him should be plain sailing, right? 

A/N: thank you for reading!!! this part was a little introduction to the story, I promise there’s going to be more happening in part two! I’ve got so much planned for this and I hope you’re as excited for the next 11 parts as i am 😅❤️ 

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[saby-chan]

Fire Lord Ozai: A blood thirsty monster or the less fortunate “Zuko” of his generation?

Hello again and thank you as always for clicking and allotting some of your time to read my humble post! Since I’ve happened to notice quite an increase in posts lately regarding the controversial character and nature of the former Fire Lord, the now imprisoned fallen prince Ozai, and I’ve personally promised in my previous post that I will share my own analysis on him if people asked me to do so (which actually happened), I am here to deliver my own take on this very intriguing man’s character, while also building a potential past for him based on stuff gathered from the show’s cannon.

I would like to start this essay with what I find to be my favorite quote ever: ”Monster’s aren’t born, they are created.” ~ Naruto Uzumaki (Naruto) What I like about this quote soo much and find very inspirational is the truth it holds within its short, yet powerful message. We are often fast to judge a “book by the cover”, to reduce others to what we assume of them by their appearance or latest actions that we’ve seen them do, but never actually take a moment and wonder where they come from, if this person we soo harshly look down upon really has been this way since their very beginning?

I’ve come across many comments on social media related to ATLA, especially on YouTube videos on which people would throw with harsh comments such as “Aang being a coward for choosing to spare the villain just because they saw a dumb baby pic of them” or “Ozai is the essence of evil and even as a baby he’d been a monster”. I can’t help but wonder who hurt these people to make them be so cruel? Like, how messed up must you actually be to say that a baby, a friggin baby, is the embodiment of all evils? Or that a child was a coward for choosing to see his opponent’s last bits of humanity and opted to spare them?

Aang was soo morally conflicted about the idea of killing Ozai not only because it contradicted the morals of his people, but because he himself understood that this man hadn’t always been the cruel beast he came to met in their first and final showdown. It’s important to note here the fact that upon finding that picture, Aang was actually convinced it had to be Zuko as a baby since it looked so innocent and cute and was actually surprised to learn it was Zuko’s father. And that’s the thing, Ozai was born like us all as an innocent and sweet baby. Babies aren’t in any way evil or twisted, they don’t even have the notion of ‘good’ and ‘evil’ defined in their small, still developing minds. In fact, the very choice of the creators to add this picture in the show is meant to tell us this very thing: this man wasn’t always like this. But if he wasn’t always like this, then what happened to make him become this way?

Well, in order to find out the reason, we must go back in time to the very beginning: Ozai’s childhood and upbringing. For this next part I am going to solely focus on the show cannon, as the comics aren’t the products of BryKe and have a lot of inconsistencies to the source’s cannon (you can go and read my other post on why they fail when it comes to Zuko’s character and his family).

 From what we know and can easily deduce by ourselves just from their appearances, Ozai and his brother Iroh have a huge age gap between them (somewhere between 10 and 15 years). This has to be our first red flag: isn’t it soo odd that this family opted to have their children at such a long distance between pregnancies? It almost feels as if Ozai hadn’t actually been part of his father’s actual family planning... In other words, he was a ‘mistake’ child (I actually hate having to use this terminology, but it will become relevant to when we expand on Azulon’s relationship with his sons). Sure, some may argue that Azulon actually decided to have two sons in case something were to happen to his first born, but wouldn’t it have been more logical to have his second born at 2-3 years max distance from his first? Why choose to have your second child when you are much older and thus risk having a baby with issues, if your sole purpose of this child is to serve as an insurance that you don’t ‘run out’ of heirs? It just doesn’t make much sense, so let’s go for the moment with the possibility that Ozai was an unplanned pregnancy.

This perspective actually gives way to another very interesting aspect: remember the infamous “Born lucky...Lucky to be born” quote? What if I tell you that there is a possibility that this quote wasn’t Ozai’s personal wicked invention, but actually something he himself heard from his very own father? It had been puzzling me for a long time why he choose to say “You were lucky to be born” to Zuko, which implies that Zuko wasn’t supposed to exist. I mean, it’s soo odd that Ozai went with something implying that Zuko was an unplanned pregnancy, since Zuko was the first born. So my theory is that maybe Ozai wanted to convey a different message to Zuko when he said that quote, but due to his anger he ended up replicating the same line he received from Azulon at some point in his childhood. We never got the exact flashback when the line was delivered from Ozai to Zuko, so we don’t have the exact context that lead to it (remember, we are excluding Yang’s take on the matter from the comics).

I mean, this feels like something that wicked old Azulon would have said to his least favorite child. Okay, so let’s go with the scenario that Ozai was an unwanted child, to which we could also add the possibility that Ilah’s health deteriorated after the first birth, which makes plausible the family’s initial decision of stopping at 1 kid.

Moving on, we know from the old ATLA character wiki’s that Ozai’s character design was made with Zuko in mind, being meant to be a grown up version of Zuzu, without the scar. An interesting choice indeed and even Iroh’s letter to Zuko on Ozai from one of the ATLA books describes Ozzy in a similar way to teenage Zuko in book 1: stubborn, feisty, determined and with a volcanic personality (easy to anger and competitive), so it means that these were intentional choices to imply that Zuko and his father are more similar than we were led to believe at first glance. Maybe Ozai was the “Zuko” of his generation. Also, in one of the interviews on the royal family, BryKe stated that Ozai worked very hard to get where he is in book 3, referring to his firebending specifically (we all know how Ozzy got the throne, so clearly, he didn’t “work hard” for that), so maybe he wasn’t always the strongest man alive, with the most exceptional firebending skills out there, like Azula who showed ease in her learning, but rather someone closer to Zuko’s weaker performance as a child, building his way to success through endless hard work until he became the prodigy we know today.

Continuing with our theoretical scenario, after his birth, the second child show’s lesser skills compared to his brother Iroh (by that I don’t mean that he wasn’t gifted at all, but that maybe Ozai wasn’t as fast and great of a learner like his big bro), so Azulon opts to just ignore him and continue focusing solely on his golden child. In my headcannon I actually think that Ilah survived the birth and so she was left in charge of the younger child’s education and upbringing. At this point Iroh is already 10 or older, so he is forced to focus on his development, which prevents him from spending time with his lil brother, but just for the sake of being positive, let’s assume that Ozai still had both his mother and his big brother to keep him sheltered from Azulon’s darkness for a small portion of his childhood.

I choose to believe that Ozai had his mother’s love for a small bit of his childhood due to his willingness in the show to allow Ursa (who mind you, as the granddaughter of Roku was considered a treacherous individual) to spend a ton of time with both Zuko and Azula and share her philosophy with the children, as seeing his wife playing with their children probably reminded him of his own bitter-sweet memories he had with Ilah. They also probably spent a lot of their time near the turtle-duck pond since that pond’s existence prolly dates long before Ozai and Ursa married and had their own children.

Unfortunately, Ilah dies and little Ozai remains all alone, to be influenced negatively by his father (and even by his grandpa Sozin, we don’t really know for certain when the old man died, so he prolly was there for a short time when Ozzy was still a child). Azulon most likely blames Ozai for his wife’s death as the second birth might’ve really had a huge toll on Ilah’s already fragile body, bringing her closer to death, so he still neglects and ignores the child, if not straight out bullies and abuses him for not being on par with Iroh. This prolly leads to Ozai becoming jealous of his brother since Iroh has their father’s love, pushing them further apart. I headcannon that this jealousy between the siblings led to Ozai complaining to his dad when he finally had too much of their father’s discrimination (at a similar age to when Zuko prolly did and got the infamous line, if not younger) only to get the “Iroh was born lucky, you were lucky to be born!” line with the sole purpose of hurting him since now the child knows that he was never wanted.

When Azulon scolds very furiously adult Ozai in Zuko’s memories for daring to ask to be named crown prince, he literally says something like “What, you dare ask me to betray MY own son?!” (this is like red flag number two), line that pretty much testifies how Azulon chose to pretty much treat Ozai as if he wasn’t his son too, showcasing how much he despised his second born and favored the first child over him. Since we are on the topic of their last conversation, the punishment Azulon gave to his son alone proves this man’s level of sadism, which leads me to be believe that Ozai’s childhood was full of this type of punishments for bad behaviors that could be easily corrected trough a long serious lecture or a lesser punishment focused more on teaching him an actual lesson. 

The old wikis also mention on the page about the hall with portraits of the previous Fire Lords that it was the place where Ozai chose to spend most of his time in his youth, seeking advice from his ancestors. I mean, seriously now, if he had a good and supportive father and a present brother in his life, would Ozai had chosen to seek guidance from the dead instead of his living family? That piece of information that was easily overlooked by many proves how lonely this man was in his youth.

So for the most part of his life, Ozai grew up under the toxic influence and abuse of his tyrant father who refused to acknowledge him. Yet he managed to grow up still full of determination to one day prove his worth to Azulon and gain his acceptance (just like we saw with Zuko in book 1, who was desperate to regain his honor and be accepted by his father). But unfortunately, no matter how strong he became or how good of a firebender he was, Azulon was unmoved and unphased by his second son’s performance.

From what we could gather from the little info we received in the show, it seems that Ozai was never sent to the battle field to aid his older brother, being kept as a stay home prince, with the only occasion he actually left home being to search for the Avatar (I don’t think Iroh was sent to do his part on searching the Avatar since he strongly believed that there wasn’t going to ever be one, so it’s safe to assume Azulon assigned Ozai with this mission just to get rid of him for a few years) and the only purpose he ever served to his father was to become part of the old man’s genetics experiment in order to create strong unparalleled firebending offspring (which I am pretty sure were meant to be ‘biological war machines’ used by Azulon in the war, as he didn’t really seem to give a shit about Ozai’s children compared to Lu Ten). So just imagine the level of disappointment and dishonor Ozai must’ve felt as a man and young aspiring soldier to find out that he was going to be used like a ‘non-bending daughter’ in a strategical marriage and never get to serve his country in what he’d been taught was the greatest and most important war for their Nation.

All in all, this marriage didn’t really end up that badly because it seems he and Ursa were actually very compatible. The old wiki for Ursa states that she was a noble woman and the perfect match for Ozai, which leads me to believe that show Ursa was intended to be a very strong willed and determined woman who earned his respect. The show never stated that Ozai never wanted his first born or that he was disappointed with Zuko from birth like the comics say, so it’s safe to assume that Ursa and Ozai actually ended up falling in love at some point since they had not one, but two kids with relatively a short time in between pregnancies. 

There are actually many signs in the show that actually prove that these two loved each other and Ozai didn’t abuse his wife: from the fact that they went every year to see Ursa’s favorite play despite Ozai hating the poor performance of the Ember Island Players (I mean, what man would do such a sacrifice as to endure the same torture every single year just to make his wife happy if he never loved her?), Ursa’s undeniable and sincere love for their children (in the show it was never stated that Ursa saw Zuko and Azula as someone else’s children, so if she were indeed an abused woman who was forced to have these children, she wouldn’t have ever loved them to such an extent, especially Zuko who resembled his father the most physically), the fact that Ursa had equal rights in their marriage and raising of their children (her even scolding and grounding Ozai’s favorite child without hesitation), to the most significant scene to the Urzai ship in Zuko’s flashbacks: Ozai sitting troubled all alone in Ursa’s favorite spot by the pond, in a sad and brooding atmosphere, after he lost her, instead of celebrating what had to be the happiest day of his life since he was finally crowned Fire Lord (it’s clear who had more importance in his heart: Ursa meant more to him than the throne, so losing her outshined his achievement). In fact, Ursa must’ve been the only thing that still kept him outside of the darkness that threatened to swallow his heart and once he lost her, Ozai had nothing else to keep him on the right path.

And even as a father, it seems that Ozai wasn’t always cold and distant to his children, as his true self depicted in Zuko’s memories on Ember Island shows him caring for both of his children, even holding Zuko close to him with a protective arm on the boy’s shoulder. Except the Agni Kai, there don’t seem to be any instances in which he was physically violent towards his son before the banishment (Iroh literally let Zuko in to join that faithful war meeting willingly. Would’ve he done that if he knew his brother to be very violent towards his children in case they disobeyed? If yes, then it would make Iroh actually very questionable on a moral standpoint) and even on an emotional level, I don’t really think that he was actually abusive to him (at least while Ursa was there) because from Zuko’s conversation with Zhao, he’s adamant that his father will take him back and even states "You don't know how my father feels about me. You don't know anything!", meaning that the father he used to know showed him a level of respect and genuine affection (if Ozai were to bully Zuko since the boy’s very early childhood, do you think this kid would grow up to be so sure that his father wants him around and would he defend this bully when someone badmouths them in front of him?).

Even with Azula, despite people demonizing her from early childhood and saying that she was manipulated since birth by Ozai to become a war machine, I do believe that she shows genuine love and affection towards her father. I do choose to believe that back in the good times when the family was happy, Ozai spent quality time with his daughter, filling in the gap left by Ursa’s neglect. I theorize that the reason why kid Azula badmouthed her grandpa and uncle was because she was being very protective of her father: since she used to like spying and eavesdropping, it’s safe to assume that she prolly witnessed many instances in which the old man bullied or insulted Ozai, favoring Iroh over him. It’s a bit harder to see it that way since her snarky comments involve dark topics, but since they live in a society governed by power and war, I see them as something similar to if Azula would’ve said “Uncle sucks and he will surely be fired from his job!” or “Grandpa is old and weak, he should leave the family business to dad!”. Even the fact that the only thing capable of shattering her to pieces was her father leaving her proves how much she cared for him. Ty Lee and Mai’s betrayal was a big blow on Azula’s control and sanity, but she didn’t breakdown until Ozai discarded her after his coronation as Phoenix King. There’s nothing more painful in this world than to be left behind by the person you loved the most and was there by your side your whole life, whom you wanted to follow to world’s end and back. That was the moment Azula finally realized that the father she used to know and love was actually gone and had been in fact, long gone for years at this point.

But if Ozai cared for his family what made him change? Easy, it all comes back to the fact that his father never acknowledged him. The throne doesn’t seem to be his ultimate goal in life since Ozai discarded of the Fire Lord title very easily, tossing it to Azula without any remorse or hesitation. It was more about the meaning behind getting the crown: replacing Iroh in the line of succession was the ultimate proof of his father’s acceptance, that he wasn’t only a “mistake” and “failure” in his father’s eyes, but since Azulon ended up saying and doing what he did, backfired Ozai and made him understand that no matter how hard he tried, the old man will never see him for what he is. So yeah, for a proud man like Ozai this was a hard defeat to swallow, which in turn sparked his strong desire of winning the war and becoming the king of the world: if Azulon wouldn’t accept him even in death, then Ozai will prove to the whole world that he was above his father and his “perfect” brother by accomplishing what they never could and even better and no one was going to stop him, not even his own family.

This is what differentiates Ozai from Zuko: while both had similar upbringings, Ozai never broke away from his obsession of gaining his father’s admiration, allowing himself to fall prey to the darkness left by Azulon in his heart and abandon his true self, only to become the copy of his abuser, while Zuko stood up to his dad and chose his own destiny. If Aang were to come back around 20 or 30 years earlier, then he might’ve actually been able to save Ozai just like he saved Zuko, but unfortunately it wasn’t this way.

Do I think that Ozai could still be saved and redeemed even after the events of book 3? Definitely! Since he’s actually a broken man and still has a tiny bit of humanity left within, I think he still has a chance to change his heart. The only thing is that it’d be a long lasting process: first off he needs to spend a long time in solitude and reflect on his life’s choices and his past, understand where he went wrong and that what happened to him in his childhood is called abuse, which he ended up replicating on his own children. After he understands his wrongdoings and becomes willing to rediscover his true self, he needs to understand the truth about the war, that everything he’d known was fake propaganda and that there was nothing glorious in what he, his father and Sozin did under the excuse of “sharing their Nation’s greatness with the rest of the world!”. But most importantly of all, the only remedy that could possibly save him is love. It sound cliche, but by responding to hatred with more hate like Zuko did in the comics would never change the world “for the better” or bring it “to reality”. The only way to save both Azula and Ozai would be trough showing them the power of love, hope and empathy, how they don’t have to struggle alone and push everyone away. And especially by redeeming Azula, she would be a very important piece in Ozai’s redemption: since he had a closer parent-child relationship with Azula and cared for her the most when he did care, realizing how much he made her suffer through his actions, that would probably break Ozai enough to make him admit that he was wrong all along.

So yeah, this is my analysis on Ozai’s character using the cannon information from the show and old wikis and why I think he is just the product of a very bad environment and an abusive parent who never showed him love (if there’s a reason for why Ozai might be uncapable of showing a healthy parental love to his children is because you can’t show what you’ve never learnt yourself), being the Zuko of his generation who never got to experience the positive influence of an “Uncle Iroh” to guide him on the right path. 

You can agree with me or not on this one, but this is what I choose to believe. Maybe I am way too good by choosing to see any potential good in anyone, but I feel it’s a better way than to counter hate with more hate like Yang did in his monstrous portrayal of Ozai in The Search.

Let me know your thoughts in the comments and if you agree with anything I’ve said, feel free to leave a like and to reblog this post.

See you next time and stay safe! Bye-Bye!

Saby out.

[natbarzal]

Tyson Jost - Wake up

hi guys, so this one is just kind of sad, I don't even know how I thought of this but oh well here we are :)

the name of the hospital I used is completely random, I found it on google, and also not everything might make sense in this since I don't go to hospitals often so I don't know how it goes there

genre: sad

warnings: a car accident😶

word count: 1.4k

enjoy💕

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Tyson's pov:

"So how are things going with Y/n?" Andre asked as we entered the locker room after our practice.

"Amazing. She makes me so happy." I said with a happy smile and went to take off my skates.

"I can see that. How long have you been together anyway? Haven't you thought about putting a ring on it?" he interrogated as he sat down to take off his skates as well.

"Actually, yeah. Our third anniversary is coming up and I'm planning on doing it then." I answered, looking over at him.

"Wow. Josty is all grown up." he said playfully. "Just kidding man. I'm happy for you." he smiled into my direction.

I smiled back and went to take off the rest of my equipment when I my phone started ringing. I took it out of my bag and saw that it was unknown but accepted the call anyway.

"Hello?"

"Hello, am I speaking to Tyson Jost?" asked a woman through the phone.

"Yes, that's me."

"Do you know Y/n Y/l/n?"

"Yes.. yes I do, that is my girlfriend. Who are you?" I answered, suddenly getting nervous. I glanced over to Andre to see him looking at me curiosly.

"Rose Medical Center here. Your girlfriend has gotten into a bad car accident. She's in a surgery at the moment. It would be good if you could get here, we've already informed her family." the woman said and I suddenly felt as if my world came crashing down.

"Yes.. yes of course I'll be there. Goodbye." I managed to say before ending the call. I just stared ahead for a minute, tears already clouding my vision and my heart beginning to race.

"Tyson.. is everything okay bro?" Andre asked, concerned upon seeing the state I was in. I dropped my phone and run my hand through my hair, looking at him while a few hot tears escaped my eyes.

"Y/n.. accident.. hospital.. I- I have to go.. I have to- I have to get to the hospital." I said with a shaky voice.

"No way you're driving in this state. Let's change and I'll drive you there, okay?" Andre said, trying to calm me down, though I knew that on inside he was worried too, after all she was like a part of the team, everyone loved her. I nodded and went back to getting out of my equipment.

~~~

After thanking Andre for driving me and promising to update him on Y/n's state, I rushed into the hospital.

"Hello, I'm Tyson Jost, I'm here for Y/n Y/l/n" I said quickly as I ran up to the front desk at the hospital.

"Can I see your ID?" the woman sitting there asked. I handed in to her and she looked at it before nodding and handing it back to me.

"She's still in surgery. You can go sit, her family is-"

"Tyson!" called a voice that I recognized as Y/n's mother's. I turned my head and immediately ran up to her, giving her a hug as soon as I was close enough.

"Hey. Did they give you any updates on Y/n?" I asked after we pulled away and it was then that I saw just how scared and tired she looked - her eyes red and swollen from all the crying and a worried expression on her face. I looked over to where Y/n's dad was and saw that he wasn't doing much better.

"No.. when we arrived, one of the nurses told us that Y/n had several injuries and that the surgery is going to take a while. That's all we know." she said, her voice cracking at the end. I looked up to the ceiling, the tears threatening to spill from my eyes once again.

I felt horrible. Probably the worst I have ever felt in my entire life. I felt like I could break down right then and there but I wanted to be strong. Y/n would want me to be strong.

"Well.. let's sit down and wait. There's nothing else we can do right now anyway." I looked back at Y/n's mother and led her over to where her husband was sitting. I said hi to him before sitting down as well, leaning my back on the wall behind me and rubbing my face with my hands.

~~~

"They've already been in there for over 4 hours. What if she doesn't make it?" said quietly Y/m/n, looking up at her husband with worried expression.

"Don't say that. Y/n is strong, you know that." her husband told her, rubbing her shoulder and placing a kiss in her hair in an attempt to try to make her feel a little better.

Suddenly the door leading to where the operating rooms were opened and two doctors came out. As soon as we saw them, we were all up on our feet.

"Are you the Y/l/ns?" they asked as they came closer to us.

"Yes, yes we are. How is our daughter doing?" asked Y/n's dad nervously.

"She's stabilized. She had several injuries including internal bleeding but luckily we managed to get it under control." a female doctor said.

"That sounds good.. when can we talk to her?" The two doctors looked at each other before the other one, a male doctor, let out a sigh.

"Mr. Y/l/n.. you're daughter is in coma." he said and looked at Y/n's dad sympathetically. My heart almost stopped at that.

"When.. when is she going to wake up?" I asked quietly.

The doctors both looked at me and the female doctor looked down before taking a breath and looking back up at me.

"We aren't really able to tell right now. It could take 2 weeks, but it could also take 2 years." she said and I suddenly felt my whole world come crashing down for the second time today. Y/n's mom let out a sob and hid her face in her husband's chest while he still tried to stay strong for her, but I could see that it was becoming a lot harder for him.

"Can we.. can we at least see her?" I asked, looking at the doctors with tears in my eyes. The female doctor nodded.

"You can. Follow me." she said and I turned to Y/n's parents, silently asking them if it would be alright if I went first. Y/n's dad nodded at me, still hugging his crying wife close to him. I turned back to the doctor and she took me to Y/n's room.

"I've got to warn you, she's very bruised and has some scratches on her face, it's not a nice sight." the doctor said. I nodded and she opened the door for me, letting me go inside before closing it behind me.

As soon as I stepped into the room and saw Y/n's body laying on the hospital bed, surrounded by wires, her leg in cast and her face covered in scratches and bruises, fresh tears immediately made their way into my eyes again. I took a chair from the corner of the room and placed it by her bed, sitting next to her and carefully taking her hand into mine.

I slowly brought it to my lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of her palm and carefully brushed some of her hair out of her face with my other hand.

"Baby.." I whispered as some of my tears made their way onto her hand. "you've got to wake up. You've got to wake up for me. You've got to wake up so we can get married and buy a big, beautiful house and have that big family that you've always talked about. A dog or two and three or four children, remember?" I said quietly, looking at the love of my life.

"You can't just leave me here Y/n. You know I wouldn't be able to live without you. God, please wake up." I mumbled, my voice cracking at the end. I let go of her hand and put my head into my hands as I began to shake with sobs.

Please, wake up.

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Part 2

[cheri-translates]

SOS! My husband is wallowing in jealousy and can’t free himself! (a translated one-shot)

I translated this one-shot, “SOS! 老公沉迷吃醋无法自拔”, written by 谢谢我知道我很可爱z on Weibo (with permission) because it’s adorable :>

She intentionally used very basic Chinese with few descriptors, so I embellished it slightly for a fuller reading experience!

I’ll be keeping the original writer updated on comments left on this work because she’s the one who deserves all the credit 💕

[ present ]

“Gavin. Gavin?” You wave your hand in front of your husband’s face. “What’s wrong? You’ve been lost in thought ever since we returned from the amusement park.”

Gavin whips his head towards you, responding flatly. “Ahem, it’s nothing. I... I need to use the washroom.”

As though he’s fleeing from something, he rises from the bed and bolts straight to the bathroom. 

“That’s strange,” you muse with a frown. Turning towards the gigantic, ridiculously soft bunny resting near the headboard, you nuzzle into its arms and a contented sigh escapes from your parted lips. “Mm, whatever.”

There’s just something comforting about plush toys. 

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[ earlier today ]

The pink bunny was a prize from the amusement park.

When you and Gavin walked past the shooting game booth earlier in the day, the plush had immediately seized your attention. However, you also noticed the group of young children who were looking eager to have a go at the booth.

While having a husband from the police force would make winning an easy feat, you felt that it was embarrassing to basically snatch a lollipop from a baby.

Out of sight, out of mind, you thought to yourself.

Tearing your eyes away from that adorable and tempting plush toy, you matched Gavin’s pace. Fortunately, the array of attractions which followed provided a much needed distraction.

Halfway through a simple lunch, Gavin left to get drinks. Or at least, that’s what he claimed.

More than ten minutes had gone by since he left, and you were starting to feel worried. Just as you decided to give him a call, he walked through the doors. 

With a pink stuffed bunny in his arms.

Your eyes sparkled. 

Paying no heed to the other diners, you lunged over to him, giving him a generous kiss. Gavin’s ears remained flushed for almost half the day. 

“Gavin, you...” your words came out a little clumsily due to excitement, pressing the huge bunny to your chest, burying your chin in its softness. Your eyes flitted from the bunny to Gavin. “You didn’t ‘bully’ the kids, did you?”

He patted your hair, and you heard his gentle laugh and clear voice from the top of your head. 

“I didn’t. Most of the kids are having lunch now, so the booth was pretty much empty. Also, there are other prizes available.”

“That’s good to hear.” You clutched the bunny with one arm, then pulled Gavin back to your seats contentedly. “How did you know that I wanted this bunny?”

“Ahem,” his face was once again coloured with a reddish hue. “You kept looking at it just now.”

“That’s not true, I only looked at it for three seconds at most...” you explained, but was cut off by his following sentence. 

“And this bunny looks like you. It’s very cute.”

You quickly lowered your head, feeling your cheeks turning warm. 

“L-let’s dig in. Are there any other attractions you want to try? It’s rare for the both of us to have time after a year of being married, so we definitely have to play to our heart’s content.”

“All right, whatever you say.”

--

You were in an incredibly good mood when the evening set in and the two of you were ready to return home. You suggested walking home, and Gavin agreed.

As usual, he carried the bags in one hand, and took yours in the other. He noticed that you were holding the rabbit in your arm. “Let me.”

“No need, no need,” you laughed and gently waved away Gavin’s outstretched hand. “How could a strapping young lad like you carry such a childish stuffed toy?” 

You loosened your grip on his hand. 

“Here, I’ll carry it with both hands, so I won’t be tired.”

The right hand you had let go of paused for a moment. Gavin’s brows furrowed imperceptibly, but his expression smoothened out in an instant.

“All right, let’s go home.”

--

After reaching home, you immediately rushed into the bedroom and placed the bunny on the headboard, utterly satisfied. 

Gavin frowned when he saw this, as though he couldn't quite understand something.

“Does it need to sleep?”

You grinned broadly and responded, “It’d be much more comfortable to hug it to sleep.”

“You need to hug it while sleeping?” He questioned. 

“Bingo~ You snapped your fingers, tossing Gavin a glance, wanting to see his reaction.

You didn't expect Gavin to sit at the side of the bed wordlessly, an unreadable expression on his face. You waved your hands in front of him, but he hurriedly escaped to the bathroom.

With the door closed behind him, he whispered under his breath, too softly for you to hear. “Am I not comfortable enough?”

--

[ present ]

Outside, you rub your chin and mutter to yourself.

“He isn’t angry, is he? Did I say something to make him angry?” 

You sigh. 

A man’s thoughts are truly difficult to decipher.

At this moment, a familiar ringtone resounds, notifying you of an incoming message.

It’s Minor.

[Message from Minor:] Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law! What happened between you and Bro Gavin?

Confused, you reply with a:

The next thing you receive from him is a voice clip. Grabbing your wireless earpieces from the bedside table, you press ‘play’. 

From the speed at which Minor is talking, you can immediately tell that he’s incredibly frantic. 

“Argh! You have no idea how aggrieved my Bro Gavin feels! He says you’ve been giving him the cold shoulder, so he had no choice but to send me a message asking what to do if his wife’s heart has taken off with someone else. Didn’t the two of you go to the amusement park today? How could such a thing happen? Even though this is a relationship between the two of you, I was once your great deskmate and now your employee at work. Sis-in-law, I’m not trying to be judgmental, but Bro Gavin is talented, handsome, and outstanding in so many areas. How could there be a young man in the amusement park who’s even more attractive and you can’t bear to part with?”

“No, Minor...” you reply with a voice clip, your eyes fluttering shut as you pinch the bridge of your nose. “I didn’t meet any young man... And no, I didn’t give him the cold shoulder. I’ll talk to him properly, all right? In short, this is all just a misunderstanding, and we’re sorry to have made you worry.” 

After removing your earpieces, you recall the afternoon’s events and come to a conclusion:

Gavin. Is. Jealous.

And he’s jealous of a stuffed toy.

Didn’t you simply hug it in the afternoon? Didn’t you simply place it on the bed and plan to hug it at night? Does he not understand the heart of a woman? How could he get jealous over this? 

You find yourself laughing softly, recalling the forceful kiss he once gave you when you were on that blind date a few years ago.

He does look pretty cute when jealous. 

Suddenly, an idea flashes across your mind, and you know exactly how to coax him.

At this moment, Officer Gavin returns.

You instantly lean back against the bunny, pretending to be scrolling through your phone in a casual manner. “Hubby, did you have fun today?”

You seldom call him “Hubby”. 

Keeping a close eye on Gavin’s reactions, you notice that he falters in his steps once he hears the rare term of address.

“It was okay.”

“What do you mean ‘okay’? We had so much fun, and you even gave me this stuffed bunny. I’m really happy!” You place your phone to the side, looking straight at him with a grin.

Another pause.

Gavin lifts the covers and sits on the bed. “...you must be tired from today. Go to sleep.” Then, he lies down and no longer makes a sound.

Gavin’s looks really upset, you think, laughing internally. Could he be regretting winning the rabbit for me?

After laughing wildly in your heart a grand total of 800 times, you purse your lips and say, in a serious voice, “All right, let’s go to sleep.”

After switching off the lights, you settle under the covers with your back facing Gavin, squeezing the bunny to your chest.

Not too soon after, an arm slowly snakes across your waist from behind, and you can feel Gavin’s warm breaths on your ear. 

“Honey.”

He seldom calls you "Honey”.

“Mm? What’s wrong?” you ask, feeling your heart clenching in mild guilt.

“Did you sense that... I wasn’t in a good mood today?”

“Mm... I sensed it...” you slowly turn to face him. “But since you aren’t willing to tell me about it, I won’t probe.”

He coughs lightly. 

“Could you let go of that rabbit? You’ve already... hugged it for half the day.��� After speaking, he even gives you a sincere, puppy-eyed look. 

No longer able to control yourself, you burst into a stream of laughter. 

“Officer Gavin,” you twist your body slightly to place the rabbit on the bedside table. Without any obstructions, you wrap your arm around his waist. “Can I understand this as you being jealous, and jealous of a stuffed toy?”

“Ahem... I’m not.” Even in the dark, you can see a visible redness crawling up a certain person’s face.

“Liar,” you immediately plant a kiss on his cheek, and lean closer to whisper into his ear. “Your face is red.”

Chaos ensues after that. 

Gavin presses you down, the bed sinking under the weight as he leans down to kiss you - your forehead, the tip of your nose, your chin, your exposed collarbone. 

He draws back, keeping his gaze on you.

“Then I’ll admit it.”

Another kiss. This time, on the lips.

You can’t tell how long this continues, but by the time you come to your senses, your lips are slightly swollen and his fingers are fumbling to unbutton your pyjamas.

“Hey,” you swat his hands away, splaying your right hand on his firm chest. “You said that I was tired.”

With breathy laughter, he grabs your wrists and clasps them on the bed. Leaning in close to your ear, he says in a hoarse voice:

“You said that I was a liar.”

--

[ a while later ]

“Actually, the bunny isn’t just for you.” Gavin muses quietly, playing with the ends of your hair as you lean on his chest.

“Hm?”

“At first, I was thinking that if you didn’t like it, we could give it to our child in the future.”

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Mini Fanfic #800: Starting the New Vacation Day (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

10:12 a.m. at Isle Defino's Patio.......

Dark Pit: (Slams hie Hands On the Table) ('SLAM') Alright, dumbasses. Any of you got any ideas on what we're gonna do here today?

Pit: There's so many places to choose from.....I'm not even sure where go to first.

Yoshi: I spotted this cool looking ramen shop a few blocks from here. Maybe we can go there for lunch later.

Ryuji: (Smiles Softly) I'm down. Their ramen might be good. Maybe even better than Min-Min's.

Elsewhere in Isle Defino.....

Min-Min: (Let's Out a Sudden Sneeze) ('Chu')

Capt. Falcon: You alright there, Min?

Min-Min: (Quick Turns to Falcon) Oh. Uh yeah. I'm fine, Captain. I could've sworn felt a distrubence just now.....

Capt. Falcon: (Shrugs) Eh. Probably just the heat weather.

Min-Min: Maybe..........

Back to the Patio.....

Dark Pit: That's one place down. Anything else?

Yusuke: I, for one, plan on going to the beach side of this island to begin my new creation thoroughly.

Ryuji: (Gives Yusuke a Bit of a Playful Smirk on his Face) Gonna find more crabs to draw, my man?

Yusuke: Not quite I'm afraid. I am more interested in finding unique and rare forms of seashells if anything. (Turns to Tails) And it seems I might need your mechanic assistance on this, Tails.

Tails: (Smiles a Bit Sheepishly at the Inspired Young Artist) I....didn't really bring my tools here with me. So I can't really help you on a mechanical level. But I can buy you a metal detector if you want.

Yusuke: (Smiles Softly) That sounds like a good enough comparison. Many thanks, my two tailed friend.

Tails: (Giggles Softly While Blushing a Little) No problem, Yusuke.

???: Morning, peeps.

Ryuji: Hey, morning bro- (Eyes Suddenly Widened For a Brief Second Before Snickering at the Sight of Making his Way to the Table With Red Kiss Marks on his Face) Dude, is that really you?

Ren: (Seats Himself Down) In the flesh.

Dark Pit: (Sighs While Pinching his Nose) Alright. I'll bite. (Turns to Ren) Why are you covered in kiss marks?

Ren: Oh. Well, Makoto and I found out that today's Kiss Day earlier thos morning. So Makoto decided to pull on the red lipstick Ann brought her for her birthday a few months ago, and started kissing my face. (Smirks Softly at the Memory) Loved every minute of it too~

Pit: And you still have kiss marks on you.....why exactly?

Ren: (Shrugs) Eh. No real reason really. Just felt it showing it to the world a bit longer, you know? (Noticed the Gang is Staring at Him) What?

Yoshi: You know what we're gonna ask you now, right?

Everyone: WHY AREN'T YOU TWO MARRIED YET!!?

Ren: Hey! Come on! We will! Just in the near future, alright? We JUST graduated high school together.

Pit: I still wanna be a Ring Bearer!!

?????: Who's wedding are we talking about again?

Tails: (Turns and Sighs Once He Sees Sonic Sitting Next to Him With Having Pink Kiss Marks All Around his Face) Let me guess: Amy found out today's Kiss Day and kissed you like crazy?

Sonic: Yup. Mom and pa blurted it out on our double date yesterday and the rest was history.

Tails: (Smirks at Sonic Playfully) You enjoyed minute of it, didn't you?~

Sonic: (Sighs While Blushing) Yeah......(Smiles a Little While Slouching his Head Down a Little) That girl sure knows how to kiss a guy, you know?~

Tails: (Chuckles Lightly) I believe so, Mr. Lover Boy~

Sonic: Keep making fun of me and it'll be your turn soon enough, Tails (Starts Smirking Playfully Himself) And with a certain bandicoot girl nonetheless~

Tails: (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face) How many times do I have to keep telling you people that we're JUST FRIENDS? There's no way Coco and I would ever participate in something like that.

Sonic: Okay....(Smirk Starts Growing a Bit Wider) But why did you let her kiss you under the mistletoe though?~

Tails: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) H-How did you.....

Sonic: Wave told Amy and I all about it when it all happened. (Gives Tails a Thumbs Up) And we already approved~

Tails: (Immediately Turns Away From Sonic While Blushing) S-Shut Up......

Morgana: (Sighs While Sitting Down on The Group's Table With Multi Color Kiss Marks (Pink, Blue, and Green) All Over His Face) Morning......

Ren: (Starts Snickering at Morgana Along With Ryuji and Pit) Damn, Mona. You too?

Morgana: Yeah. Me too. Once Futuba found out that today was Kiss Day, she SOMEHOW convinced Haru and Lavenza to kiss me. With different Lipstick colors!!

Ryuji: (Still Snickering) C'mon, cat. Look on the bright side. At least one of your kissers was a certain Velvet girl you've been crushing on~

Ren: (Teasingly Nodded in Agreement)

Morgana: (Glares at Ryuji) .......Ryuji. One of these days when I become human again and grow older, I will do everything in my power to suplex you into the ground.

Ryuji: (Chuckles Lightly) Cute threat, Mona, but uh...(Hold Both of his Arms Up While Showing Off his Muscles) ('Heh') I got bit stronger as of late. So might it take you a lot years before you even lift a finger on me, you know?

Morgana: ('Sighs in Defeat') Crap. You're right. It'll be too long if I waited.....Oh well. When all else fails, I can always kick you in shins.

Ryuji: (Glares at Morgana) Do it and I'll chase you to end the Earth, cat.

Morgana: (Glares at Ryuji) Wanna bet?

Ryuji: If you're up for it!

Dark Pit: Calm your asses down already. We still haven't decided what the first thing we should do here-

With the sound of two girls giggling with one another, the gang turns to see Ann and Shiho making their way to the table together while having kiss marks on each of their faces.

Ryuji: Geez....Even Ann and Shiho got into the holiday.....

Ren: Right?

Ann: Hey, guys. (Sit Herself Down Next to Shiho While Giggling Softly)) You're probably wondering why we're-

Ren: You two found out about Kiss Day is today. So it led to the both of you making out. Am I right?

Shiho: Wait. How did you- (Starts Snickering Once She Noticed the Kiss Marks on his Face) Did Makoto seriously kiss all over your face?~

Ren: (Smirks Proudly) Yep! It might be the most cutest thing she done so far~ Don't tell her I said that by the way.

Ann: ('Sigh') You know, Ren, it astounds me that you two have been acting like a married couple since since day one and yet neither of you STILL have proposal to one another yet!

Ren: Um. Does "We just graduated" doesn't ring you any bells, Takamaki? And besides, if anything, I'm surprised YOU TWO having proposal to one another yet. You already have apartment together and give each other pet names. Might as start now while you're ahead.

Ann: Oh trust me. Shiho and I WILL marry each other very soon and you are gonna be our best man.

Ren: (Eyes Widened a Little in Genuine Surprise) Oh shit. Really?

Ann: (Giggles Softly) Yes. Really. You're one of my best friends, Ren. I can't think of anyone else to fit that role better than you. Well, I mean, there's Ryuji, but.... I'm not sure if could take up the role that well. (Turns to Ryuji) No offense.

Ryuji: Eh. It's no problem. (Smiles Brightly at Ren) I totally see Ren being Best Man material lot more than I could.

Ren: Huh. Well, if that's really what you girls want....(Smiles Softly) I'd be happy to be your future Best Man.

Ann: (Squeals Happily While Pulling Ren into a Loving Hug) Thank you so much, Ren-Ren!~

Shiho: (Happily Joins into the Hug) You have no idea how happy you made us-

Pit: (Suddenly Slams the Table With Excitement) ('SLAM') I GOT IT!

Dark Pit: (Turns to Pit Along With Everyone Else) What is it, Pit-Stain?

Pit: I just thought of something we could do first! Souvenir shopping!

'Silence'

'Wave Sounds'

Yoshi: You.....got any ideas, Pit?

Pit: (Happily Nodded) Yep! We can go souvenir shopping together. All this talk about Kiss Day has really made me miss Viridi a lot more than before. (Smiles Brightly) So I wanna buy her souvenir gift we could enjoy, you know?

Ann: Awwwww~ Pit~ Of course we can go souvenir shopping together.

Shiho: (Smiles Softly) We can even help you pick something nice for her and everything.

Sonic: You ladies mind helping my little bro with that too. (Smirks Teasingly Again) He has a Bandicoot Girl back home to impress~

Tails: (Glares at Sonic While Blushing Again) D-Don't you ever shut up anymore, Sonic!? And besides, I already promised Yusuke that I would buy him that metal detector!

Yusuke: (Gives Tails a Reassuring Smile) Oh there's really no need for you to go to the trouble to buy it for me. I believe you should use it give your lady friend something nice.

Sonic: See? Yusuke's gets it.

Tails: ('Sighs in Defeat') Fine..... I'll buy her a souvenir. But NOT because I have a crush! She's my best friend and nothing more.

Sonic: Whatever you say, lil' bro.

Ryuji: (Turns to Morgana) Hey, Mona, maybe you should try souvenir shopping too. (Starts Smirking Again) Maybe something nice your Velvet girl~

Morgana: (Eye Starts Twitching Before Turning to Ren) Seriously. Can I PLEASE kick his shins already!?

Ren: No.

Ann: Be nice to Ryuji, Mona.

Mona: ('Ugh') Fine......

Yoshi: (Turns to Dark Pit) We should give it a shot, DP. You could buy something nice for your girlfriends back home.

Dark Pit: I don't know....There might be a possibility that they won't it.

Yoshi: Ah don't be like that. I'm sure they'll love anything you get for them. Even if isn't fancy like or whatever.

Dark Pit: Wait. How much souvenirs usually cost exactly?

Yoshi: (Shrugs) I dunno. Five to ten bucks maybe?

Dark Pit: (Shrugs as Well) Eh. Fuck it. I'm down.

Pit: Alright! All in favor of Souvenir Shopping say 'AYE'!

Everyone: 'AYE'

Happy Kiss! (Again!)

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[private-snippers]

A Fog of Green

Soulmate September Day 4 - There is a trail of colour only you can see that marks out where your soulmate has been.

Pairings: Intrulogical, very minor anxceit (it’s mentioned in like two paragraphs at the very end

Warnings: blink and you’ll miss it self deprecation, talk of blood, gore, death (generally just Remus being Remus)

Notes: you can read Intrulogical as romantic or queer-platonic. I like to think of them as QPP’s, but there is talk of proposing at the end and I’m not sure if QPP’s get married?

ao3

Logan sighed, checking his watch for what must have been the seventh time in the past minute. If Patton has been in his position, he may have said Logan was checking his watch for the thousandth time, but he wasn’t, and Logan was not one for hyperboles.

Logan’s shift had started nearly 10 minutes ago, and they had been fidgeting endlessly ever since. He had been expecting a calm shift, looking at the fish and perhaps informing customers of a few facts. With this new disturbance, however, they thought it best that the customers simply inform themselves using the plaques attached to the walls nearby the tanks. The constantly fading trail of green smoke had their full attention.

It flowed in from the jellyfish exhibit, through the hall Logan was stationed in, and out past into the amphibians and beyond. Logan had come into the hall through the reptile exhibit, only passing the entrance to the amphibians, too engrossed in his thoughts to notice the green smoke. Even if he had noticed, however, he would have had to wait, as he did now, for the end of his shift. It was only his second day at the job, he could not afford to be flagged for missing his shift.

Instead, Logan spent their time pacing the hall, thinking of their soulmate and praying to the stars and the constellations among them that their soulmate would still be in their general vicinity when their shift finished.

Luckily for him, there was no need to wait.

Logan heard several pounding footsteps come in from the reptile exhibit, along with a few muffled apologies. His head snapped up, but not quick enough to dodge before he caught a flash of green out of the corner of his eye and someone slammed directly into him.

“Oh, fuck! Sorry! I’m looking for my–” they paused, looking at the air around Logan, “for you, apparently! Shit, that was a bad first impression. I’m Remus, she/her right now!”

“Logan, he/they. I presume that you are the source of all this green smoke everywhere?”

“So long as you’re the blue! Wait, I'm green? Please tell me I’m a good green!”

Logan laughed, “Well I certainly believe you to be. My apologies for not finding you sooner, I was planning to finish my shift before searching for my soulmate”

Soulmates. That’s what they were. Remus took a good, long look at the person standing in front of her– her Soulmate!–and grinned.

“I was too caught up in the exhibit’s to notice the smoke! They redid the reptile tanks after the last time I was here so I was reading all the new signs they put up!”

“You enjoy learning? Excellent. I am pursuing a degree in Astrophysics, with a minor in astronomy.”

“Ooh, fun! I’m gonna be a marine biologist, I’m writing a research thing on turtles! Did you know that alligator snapping turtles are a thing! They’re like alligator-turtle hybrids and they are insane! Nature is fucked! I wonder what it’d look like if they tore off someone’s head! Would it be like one clean snap, or maybe just a big, gushing tear–”

“Well I do not believe that an alligator snapping turtle would enjoy a human,” Logan interrupted, “it would certainly be interesting to research what effect their jaws and teeth have on their prey. Perhaps we could research it together over dinner?”

Remus looked up in astonishment, “You want to have dinner with me?”

“Why, of course. You are my soulmate, after all, and I do not believe that I would be given a soulmate I would dislike conversing with. The majority of soulmates develop a relationship together, do they not?”

“Well, yes, but– never mind. I’ll talk to Emile–my therapist,” Remus said after a questioning look from Logan, “about it next week.”

“If you are certain.” After a nod from Remus, Logan continued. “Why don’t you tell me more about Alligator snapping turtles? They sound intriguing, and you certainly seem to know a lot about them.”

The two continued to chat for the rest of Logan’s shift, prattling on about alligator snapping turtles, various other reptiles, and certain aspects of space that may or may not have involved explosions and flames.

~~~

It was a few weeks after the two had met, and their relationship was progressing nicely. They were texting or calling daily and meeting regularly as well. A few days ago, Remus had said that their brother wanted to meet Logan. Logan had agreed, as they saw no reason to wait any longer to meet, and as such had arranged to meet today.

Logan and Remus were standing in front of Roman’s door, a small two-bedroom apartment on the third floor of a building in the middle of downtown. Logan was nervously clasping and unclasping his fist, as he often did when he was anxious.

Remus grabbed their hand, squeezing it before whispering to them. “It’s alright, Lo, Roman’s great! Don’t tell him I said this but,” Xe lowered xir voice a bit, “he’s really helped me with, well, everything, and he’s a great brother.” Xe gave Logan’s hand one last squeeze before turning and knocking erratically on the door. “He’s gonna love you.”

There was a quick and sudden tapping of feet behind the door before it swung open to reveal Roman. “Remus!” He said, double-checking xir bracelet colour–a vibrant green almost identical to Remus’s smoke colour, much to Logan’s surprise and Remus’s delight. “And–Logan? You're my brother’s soulmate?”

“Wait, you guys know each other? What the hell?”

“Yes,” Logan said, “We were project partners a couple of months ago. Roman must have moved, as I did not recognize his apartment. Wait–You were the cause of the green smoke!” He said incredulously, turning to Remus.

“I–Yes?” Remus asked. “Were you not aware of my smoke colour which only you can see?”

“No,” Logan replied, a little frustrated, “When I came over for the project, I saw a faint green smoke drifting around the kitchen and sitting room. I asked Roman whether anyone had been in the house in the past few hours, and he said no. I assumed it had been a mirage of some sort, but you were there!”

“You snuck into my apartment?” Roman said, faking outrage. “Why?”

“I wanted cookies!” Xe turned to Logan. “Ro-bro has the best chocolate chip cookie recipe! You need to have some.”

“Actually, I’m all out. You ate them all yesterday, remember?”

“You had a whole day! And this is Logan, My Soulmate, remember?” Remus said.

“I was helping Janus plan for his date? With Virgil? He’s gonna propose?”

“Oooh, yeah! How’d the planning go?” Remus bounced around the hall as he spoke, mind running a mile a minute. “Is he gonna fly a giant banner with Virgil’s face on it across the sky? Ooh, no what about fireworks that say ‘Marry me, Virgil,” except they look like blood splatters and shit! Or or or! What about painting a portrait of Virgil in fake, or real, blood and then on the back it says “Marry me!” Yes, I’m a genius!”

Roman just shook his head. “I’ll tell you inside, c’mon!”

And if years later Logan uses one or more of those exact suggestions to propose to Remus, no one said anything.