Anonny, you won the lottery! Well, no, but you get a super long ass one-shot because I have 0 chill. Congratulations! Lol. I hope you enjoy it though, joking aside <3
Ever since Sansa learned about soulmates, she’d been fantasising about the day she would meet hers and see the matching soul mark. She used to stay up, duvet pulled over her head, and draw images of herself with some unknown figure. Sometimes he’d be tall, sometimes he’d be short, but no matter who she imagined in the place of her soulmate, he would always be a knight and herself a princess in a tower. As she got older, her fantasies involved more daring feats with dragons he’d have to slay or evil witches he’d have to outsmart. It never mattered what stood in his way because he always overcame it. He was her soulmate after all. There was no doubt in her mind that he would be valiant, charming and honourable.
Like a prince, a young Sansa would muse to her mother, or anyone who would listen.
“He’ll have blonde hair,” Sansa decided when she was seven. She followed Robb out to the back garden. “All princes have blonde hair, right?” Her brother shrugged. “I bet he’ll be so handsome.”
“How do you know he’ll be handsome?” Robb finally asked after trying for some time to ignore her.
Sansa scoffed. “Of course he’s going to be handsome. He’s my soulmate.”
Her brother rolled his eyes, but it didn’t stop Sansa from believing it.
At twelve, Sansa was forced to reconsider everything she had ever thought about soulmates the moment she actually met her soulmate. She didn’t know it was him at first. There was no blinding flash of light as he stepped into the room; no singing angels in the background when he first said hello to her; and definitely no spark between them.
In fact, Jon Snow had become her least favourite friend of Robb’s within ten minutes of meeting him. He didn’t smile when he greeted her, he barely even looked at her, and then to make matters worse, he had the audacity to snort when she brought up the topic of soulmates.
“What?” Sansa snapped, begrudgingly meeting Jon’s dull, boring grey eyes. “You don’t believe in soulmates or something?”
“No, they’re stupid,” he said, meeting her speculative gaze head on. Even though he was the quietest one of Robb’s friends, he had defiance in his stance, in the way his shoulders pulled back to make him appear taller than he was. She likened it to a cat bristling its tail.
Robb and Arya laughed loudly, which only angered her more, because they’ve both mocked her for her steadfast obsession with soulmates. Sansa placed her hands on her hips. “How can you say that? Soulmates are romantic!”
“It’s forcing two people to be together,” Jon said, not matching her anger with his own. He was practically impassive as he spoke to her. God, she wanted to hit him.
“It’s not forcing, it’s destiny!”
Jon chuckled, shrugging. “Same thing, isn’t it?”
When she finally realised he was her soulmate, it was some weeks later at the Starks’ annual summer barbecue. She was feeling particularly confident in her new pink and white striped bikini, proudly showing off the intricate lines of her soul mark at the base of her neck. The sun was high in the cloudless sky, a rarity for Scottish weather, and all of her friends were here. It was a perfect day.
But her good mood abruptly came to a halt when she walked past Robb and his group of friends and overheard their conversation.
“Dude, why do you have a tattoo of a snowflake on your chest?”
“That’s not a tattoo, you pillock, that’s a soul mark.”
“Oh. Wait, your soul mark is a snowflake? That’s a bit lame, isn’t it?”
“Fuck off, Theon.”
“What?” her brother shouted. “Your soul mark is a snowflake?”
At this point, Sansa’s heart was ramming painfully in her chest. She couldn’t believe it. After everything she had imagined about her soulmate, it had to be with someone who didn’t even believe in it? Jon wasn’t even blonde. He was lanky with muddy brown hair and boring grey eyes. That was the opposite of what princes looked like.
Before she could think about what she was doing, Sansa ran over to her brother and punched him hard in the shoulder to shut him up. “Robb,” she said breathily, feeling her panic rise and rise up her throat. “Mum needs you!”
He glared at her, groaning and rubbing his shoulder, but he knew. Out out of all of her siblings, Robb could read her the best and she didn’t need to say any more. He would even cut Jon out of his circle of friends if it was what she wanted, but what kind of person would she be if she let him do that? Sansa grabbed his forearm and nodded infinitesimally. Her brother sighed and walked off, despite probably knowing their mum hadn’t called for him at all.
Now alone with Robb’s friends, Sansa turned and found Jon staring at her with wide eyes. She flushed under his gaze. That was great; now he knew too. She pulled her bun loose and let her hair cover the soul mark as subtly as she could. Thankfully, Theon, Edd and Sam had already moved onto a new topic, but Jon was still staring resolutely at her, like he was trying to figure something out. Well, she didn’t need him to figure her out.
“What?” she snapped, hoping the familiarity of being annoyed with him will ground her from the realisation that this stupid, gangly boy before her was her soulmate.
“I, uh… Nothing,” Jon mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
It surprised her to feel her neck tingle as if he was running his fingers along her soul mark there. She swallowed tightly and leveled a glare at him, one that she hoped he would be able to interpret as ‘do not tell anyone about this’, before stalking off.
On her fifteenth birthday, Sansa was completely over soulmates. She didn’t need some stupid mark to dictate who she’d end up with, not when there were boys like Joffrey Baratheon, who were blonde, charming and valiant. He made her feel special and loved; he was everything that Jon wasn’t and she had to admit that was kind of the appeal of him. Where Joffrey was talkative and outgoing, Jon only seemed to get broodier with age and more solemn. Didn’t he know that girls didn’t want to date someone like that? Least of all Sansa?
Well, at least the feeling was mutual. By the way that Jon actively avoided her, he was as determined as her to forget that they were soulmates. And maybe sometimes it stung a bit because he was such good friends with all of her family, but Sansa wasn’t going to let that get to her., She was not going to care or even spare a thought for him. Jon may share the same soul mark as her, but he was not her soulmate.
Maybe Joffrey could be.
“Have you seen my boyfriend?” Sansa asked Jeyne, still feeling a little thrill at being able to call him that.
“No, but check the kitchen. I heard him asking Margaery where the drinks were.”
“Okay, thanks,” she said, squeezing her best friend’s shoulder as she passed her by on the way to the kitchen.
The Starks’ kitchen was a beautiful work of art. Granite countertops, mahogany wood, and state-of-the-art appliances occupied the room. Her mum had slaved away for months and months designing it herself, and since she helped a little, Sansa was quite proud of it too. It had been fun to imagine cooking wonderful, mouth-watering dishes in a room she was helping create. Only in all of her imaginations, Sansa had never expected to see her boyfriend and her friend snogging up against the stainless steel refrigerator she picked out.
They were unaware of her presence and she wanted so desperately to scream and shout, but Sansa stood frozen in the doorway, one hand braced against the wooden frame, while the other fisted in her pale pink dress. In that moment, she wished she could borrow Arya’s ferocity for one second and punch Joffrey in the face, but Sansa wasn’t that girl. She had never been that girl. Instead, she was the type to stand dumbly by as she continued to watch her boyfriend kiss another girl.
The backdoor to the kitchen abruptly slammed open. Jon stood there with his fingers running through his rain-soaked hair, but he froze as soon as he caught sight of Joffrey and Margaery, and then Sansa. For a long second, no one did anything. Tense silence expanded to every nook and cranny, until without warning, everything was in motion. Jon slammed his fist into Joffrey’s nose, while Margaery screamed, jumping away. Joffrey tried to push back, but the lanky blonde had nothing on Jon’s superior strength. The boy wasn’t captain of the football team for nothing.
“Sansa, do something! He’s gonna kill him!” Margaery pleaded, tugging on Sansa’s dress.
She shrugged, finding her voice to be calm and steady when she felt so far from it. “Why should I care? He’s not my boyfriend anymore.”
When her ex-friend whimpered and pleaded some more, Sansa sighed and walked over to Jon to place a hand on his shoulder. He immediately stilled. He searched her face, watching her carefully – maybe to make sure she was okay or maybe to silently ask if she didn’t want to punch the tosser herself. Eventually, Jon stepped away, but he only moved so he could circle an arm around Sansa’s waist. She tried to ignore the shot of electricity that raced up her spine from the contact. Now was not the time to think on stupid things like that.
“C’mon, Sans, let’s get out of here,” he murmured to her. “Leave him.”
Sansa nodded, but before she allowed Jon to steer her away, she bent over so she was face to face with Joffrey. “Clean this up and then get out of my house. Take your new girlfriend with you, and if you ever try to talk to me again, I’ll tell my brother what happened tonight.”
The blonde paled. Jon may have stood up in her defence tonight, but Robb was the one all of the boys at school were frightened of. It wasn’t that her brother was stronger than Jon, he was simply far more reckless and far less inhibited in how he dealt with anyone who hurt his family. For once, she was glad for that reputation.
At seventeen, Sansa still didn’t believe in soulmates. After Joffrey, she met Harry, and when that ended in disaster too, she decided to stop believing in relationships altogether. They were messy and painful and not worth her time. The knights and princes of her past had been shattered by the reality that chivalrous and honourable boys did not exist.
Besides, her actual soulmate had gone off to university, and last she heard, Jon had a girlfriend, so clearly he was over it as well. Not that she cared but she couldn’t help wondering about his new girlfriend. In all the years Sansa had known Jon, he’s never really been with anyone, at least never seriously enough to call them his girlfriend. Sansa sincerely hoped she never had to meet her. It was an awful thing to think, and Jon could have as many girlfriends as he wanted, but she didn’t want to meet any of them.
The night before Christmas, Sansa was in the den by herself reading Wuthering Heights for her English A Levels. If she wasn’t going to have a real soulmate, then she was going to have a real job with real influence. She was going to be a teacher.
At a quarter to one in the morning, she heard the creak of a door open and someone attempting to walk silently through the house to the kitchen, which was just past the den. Sansa smiled to herself. “I didn’t realise Santa was a nineteen-year-old boy.”
“Jesus, shit!” he exclaimed. There was a clatter of some kind of object falling to the ground, before he then appeared at the threshold, his dark curls all mussed up from sleep. “You scared the crap out of me, Sansa. What are you doing up?”
She raised her book towards him. “Reading.”
Jon nodded and then smirked. “Aren’t you a little old to be waiting up for Santa?”
“Aren’t you a little old to be dressed like one?” she asked, arching her brow and gesturing towards his Santa-printed pyjamas and full beard.
He flushed, pink colouring his cheeks and neck. It was sweet. “It was a gag gift from Theon, but it’s surprisingly soft.”
“And the beard?”
“Left over from Movember,” Jon said, shrugging. He walked over to sit on the opposite end of the sofa from her and grabbed her book despite her protests. “Please tell me you’re reading Wuthering Heights for school.”
She was, but she scoffed anyways. “What’s wrong with Wuthering Heights?”
“Everything’s wrong with it,” Jon said, bewildered. “It gives the complete wrong idea about soulmates; you know that, right? They were so bad for each other.”
Sansa giggled, and she nudged him with her fuzzy sock-clad foot. “I didn’t realise you were so passionate about Heathcliffe and Catherine’s relationship, Jon. What are your opinions on Elizabeth and Mr Darcy? How about Jane and Mr Rochester?”
“Oh, shut up,” he said, but he was smiling, so that was a win in her books. “I had to read it for school too, and all the girls in my class were mooning over Heathcliffe. It was scary. If that’s what people think soulmates should be like then…” He glanced at her and flushed again. “It’s just dumb.”
“Well, for once, I agree with you,” Sansa said, grabbing her book back. “But I think people like the idea of being passionately in love with someone. That’s why people want a soulmate. Being in love and being loved? That’s not a bad thing to want.”
“Is that what you want?” he asked gently, but Sansa was staring resolutely at the glass coffee table in front of her instead of at him.
She shrugged. “Maybe once, but not anymore. It’s not worth all the other stuff.”
“Hey,” Jon said, taking her hand in his. “Is it because of what Joffrey did? Because he’s a prick, you know? Not all guys cheat on their –”
“It’s not just him,” she interrupted, finally meeting his eyes. “It’s us too. We’re supposed to be soulmates, Jon, but it’s not exactly like we’re compatible…” She sighed, trying to feign nonchalance, even though this was the first time either of them had brought up their soul marks. “So I don’t know. I guess you were right. It’s all just pointless.”
He pulled his hand back, and for some reason, that hurt more than if he had just agreed with her and said she was the last person he’d ever want to date. He might as well have, she thought. It wasn’t as if she was clambering to date him or anything, but was she not even an option?
As the silence drew on, Sansa started to become more and more irritable. “If you’re not going to say anything then you should just go. I have a lot of reading left to do and –”
This time, it was Jon who interrupted her, and as his lips pressed insistently against hers, Sansa wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and closer, until he was lying flushed on top of her. It was everything and nothing like how she imagined her first kiss with her soulmate to be. There were no exploding fireworks; no instantaneous magical connection, but there was heat and lust and desperation. It was as if the longer they kissed, the more she needed him near. Her hand roamed through his hair, feeling the softness of his curls and tugging just to hear him moan against her lips. The sound sent a pool of desire to the pit of her stomach and Sansa shifted so she could tangle her legs in between his.
“Sansa,” he breathed against her neck. “We should stop.”
She murmured her acquiescence by nipping at his lower lip, to which he groaned and swiped his tongue along the hollow of her neck in retaliation. Sansa didn’t even try to hide the mewl of pleasure that that elicited out of her.
But just as Jon was beginning to kiss a trail across her collarbone, nosing away the loose jumper, something horrible occurred to Sansa and she shove him away with a hard push.
“Ow, what the hell?”
“You have a girlfriend!” she seethed. “How could you do that to her! How could you do that to me! I can’t –”
“We broke up in October, Sansa,” Jon interrupted, as he furrowed his brows.
“Oh,” and just like that all of the indignation and anger whittled away, and soon she was pulling nim back to her, kissing him as desperately and heatedly as she was before.
The heatwave that had hit your city was, according to the news, the hottest it had ever been. That’s why you opted to a day at the beach with your sister and friend. Arriving at the beach, you slipped on your sunglasses and made your way to the brightly coloured changing rooms. After stepping out of your denim shorts and pulling your off shoulder top over your head, you left the changing room in your black and white striped bikini. Stretching your arms out, you grinned at the thought of the crisp cool waves against your body.
“Y/N! That bikini is so cute!” Your best friend Ji Hee complimented you whilst your sister exited the changing room. “Hey! It’s because I picked it out for her. Otherwise she would have came in her school swimsuit.” She playfully pushed you and you shot her a close eyed grin.
“Ah, thanks sis.” You began walking, in search of a suitable place to lay your towels whilst Ji Hee carried your parasols. When you found a relatively empty space, you placed down all your things and slapped some sun screen on your bodies. It was then you noticed you forgot to bring drinks, a basic necessity.
“Crap. We forgot the drinks. You guys relax while I run down to the stall and buy some.” Your sister lowered her glasses to look up at you. “Okay, if you need anymore money just go into my purse.” You nodded, picking out her purse.
Making your way down the cobblestone path, you arrived at the stall. When you had finished buying a few bottles of water and cans of drinks, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you came face to face with a man you had never seen before. He smirked at you as he eyed you up and down whilst licking his lips. Despite knowing you would be stared at in the bikini you were wearing, it still utterly disgusted you that he was practically drooling at the sight of so much skin.
“Hey, I couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous you are.” He brushed a hand through his hair and shot you half a grin, obviously full of himself. You tried your hardest to remain polite despite the disgusting behaviour you were witnessing.
“Thank you. That’s kind of you to say.” He didn’t seem to notice your uncomfortable smile and tense shoulders as he casually slipped an arm around your shoulders, as if you had known each other for years. “So I was thinking you could join me and my friends ove-” You ducked underneath his arm and shot him a scowl, although he didn’t seem all that fazed.
“I don’t know you and I’m kind of busy. Please refrain from touching me, thank you.” You spun on your heel and you began walking back in the direction you came from but a tight grip on your forearm restricted you from moving any further than a few steps. “You don’t have to be so bitchy, just come and have fun with me.” Shaking off his grip was futile as he just pulled you closer towards him. You were extremely startled to find that he had the confidence to wrap both of his arms around you, resting both hands on your hips and you dropped the bag of drinks in shock. You pushed him away with new found strength and sent him a deathly glare. He had messed with the wrong girl but clearly he hadn’t realised that yet.
“What the fuck! I told you I don’t know you so don’t fucking hug me like we’re a couple or something, It’s creepy. Do I have to get a restraining order for you to know to back off?” The glare he returned was one that sent chills down your back and he took a step towards you, once again reaching out. Before he could do anything another arm shot out from seemingly nowhere and twisted the strangers arm behind his back. He screamed in agony and you stood there, half relieved and half confused.
“The pretty lady told you to leave her alone. Why can’t you get the message?” A cheery voice had come from your saviour, a man with light brown hair and a face so handsome you were almost certain he was model. “Alright! Alright! I’ll fucking leave.” The handsome stranger let a ‘boxy’ smile spread on his face and let go of your harassers arm. The man gave you one last look before running in the opposite direction.
“Well, that’s one way to spend a day at the beach. My name’s Kim Taehyung.” He outstretched his hand at the end of his introduction and you gratefully took it, returning his smile with a softer one.
“My name is Y/N. Thank you so much for helping me. I honestly thought he wouldn’t leave me alone and god knows what would have happened if you hadn’t turned up. I could’ve b-” He placed a slender finger upon your mouth.
“Hey, don’t think about stuff like that. It’s not good for the mind you know.” You simply nodded at him, trying to calm your racing heart. Your cheeks flushed at the skin contact as you watched him retract his finger and stuff his hands into his pockets.
“Come on. I’ll walk you to your friends.” He slipped ahead of you and you followed closely behind, picking up the bag of drinks you had dropped previously. How did he know you were not alone?
“Because I saw you earlier on, setting up with your friends.” His answer dragged you out of your thoughts and it was then your realised you had voiced your thoughts aloud.
“You should hang with me and my friends. Not by yourself obviously, bring your friends along. That way you won’t have to worry about touchy bastards who don’t know when to stop.” His suggestion was bold but you couldn’t deny that it would make you feel a lot more comfortable so when you reached your sister and Ji Hee, you explained what had happened and Taehyung’s suggestion, to which they agreed to. After moving all of your things, you found yourself being introduced to a group of 6 boys.
“Guys, this is Y/N, her sister and friend. Please make them feel comfortable.” At first, an awkward silence had settled in but after Taehyung had introduced each of his friends, you soon found yourself laughing along with everyone else at jokes and stories. Suddenly, the awkwardness had disappeared and your day at the beach had become more than a way to escape the uncomfortable heat. The sneaking glances you had shared with Taehyung was enough to hint to the start of a unique relationship. You spent hours in the sea having a splash war and then playing shoulder wars, with you and Taehyung emerging as the victors.
When the time came for you to part ways, Taehyung had pulled you away from your group and grinned at your confused face.
“Can you give me your phone real quick?” You obliged, unlocking and handing him your phone and you watched him with even more confusion. He suddenly made a 'V’ sign with two fingers, placing them at his forehead whilst closing his eyes and smiling his adorably boxy smile. The sound of a picture being taken piqued your interest and he began typing something into your phone. He then pulled his own phone out and snapped a picture of you and you gasped at the sudden action.
“Hey! I wasn’t ready for that!” He only snickered in return.
When he handed you back your phone, you found that you had a new contact listed under the name 'V’.
“It’s my number. I messaged myself through your phone so now I have yours.” He stuffed his phone back into his pocket and brushed his damp hair out of his face.
“What’s 'V’?” Taehyung lightly pinched your cheek, giving you a bright grin.
“That’s a story for another day.”
“Hey, Taehyung! Say your goodbyes, it’s time to go!” Hoseok’s voice had made Taehyung jump and you giggled at the look of surprise that flashed across his face.
“I’m glad I met you, Y/N. You’re fun and cheerful so it makes me happy to be around you.” His words made your heart speed up and you felt your cheeks grow hot. He stepped forward and gave you a brief hug, before turning and running to his friends.
“Y/N let’s go! It’s getting late.” Ji Hee’s voice broke you out of your trance and you all but ran to the car, hopping inside. When you arrived home and had prepared yourself for bed, you were reminded of when Taehyung had your phone.
Entering your messaging app, you were greeted with the message Taehyung had sent himself a few hours prior.
'You’re reaaaally pretty when you’re angry. Oh! And don’t let other guys touch you, I got really jealous earlier on because guys like that shouldn’t be around you. Only guys like me.’
You buried your face into your pillow, mentally screaming at yourself to stop acting like, a lover sick teenager, but to no avail.
If only Taehyung knew that you had no sleep that night all thanks to his message.
a/n: hey guys! i hope you guys like this and i just want to remind everyone out there that you guys are beautiful, no matter what. all sizes, color and whatnot are beautiful in their own ways! i apologize for any grammatical errors and credits to the owner for this gif :)
anothe a/n: omg… it kinda slipped out of my mind about the home part ;__; im so sorry anon
The spring season has finally decided to give its turn to summer. Teenagers and children are finally out from the hands of schoolwork and examinations. And as for you and your boyfriend, the two of you have been given the chance to spend a whole week with each other. It has been a while since you’ve last gone on a lover’s getaway with your boyfriend, Jooheon, and for the past few days, it had been filled with love and affection, catching up with each other for the unheard stories that had both of your hearts connected.
Twirling around with your eyes fixated on your own reflection, you let out a deep sigh as you came to an abrupt stop, eyes staring at the parts that you’ve always wished to change. You were wearing the striped high neck bikini Jooheon has bought you and you’ve had to admit, you aren’t that confident to wear such flattering piece of clothing. Ever since you’ve met Jooheon, he never really failed to boost up your confidence, washing all those insecurities away with all the love that he’d poured onto you.
But once you’re out alone in the dark by yourself, slowly all those insecurities came back despite having to convince yourself that you look totally great with the choice of clothing that you’ve chosen. Losing yourself in your own train of thoughts, you let out a soft yelp when a pair of arms snaked themselves around your waist, making you look up to meet the pair of eyes loving staring back at you in the mirror.
“You look amazing, baby,” he whispered with a Duchenne smile plastered on his face. The way his eyes crinkled when he saw your flushed cheeks had your heart skipping a beat. There was never a second that Jooheon didn’t have you blushing to every single action and word that he’s done. Giving his hand a light tap, you cackle out a soft giggle, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck.
The way his eyes smiled at you, his ever prominent dimples always there to have you weak in your knees and those loving smile that you wished to wipe away with a kiss. “Do I?” you asked, leaning in to give him a chaste kiss.
Giggling against your lips, Jooheon pulls away and leans his forehead against yours and answered, “As always, baby girl. Those pair of bikinis sure looks really good on you.” He pulls away for a moment and took his time to eye you up and down, appreciating every single body part.
“So, are you ready?” Enthusiasm can be heard in his voice. The thought of the waves dancing through your toes and your skins being sun-kissed from staying under the heat of the sun for a couple of hours had him giddy. “Yeah, let’s go.” And without further ado, Jooheon had his arm held out for you to link yours with his and the other bringing the beach bag that you’ve prepared for the two of you.
The beach was filled with ages ranging from early childhood to midlife. Colorful parasols can be seen and children dashing towards the splashing waves of the summer was definitely a sight to see to have all your body tingling with excitement. Feeling a tug on your hand, you looked up to meet the excited smile of your boyfriend, who immediately pulled you towards a free space with a parasol for the two of you to sojourn for the rest of the day.
“I can’t wait to submerge myself in the water!” Jooheon beamed with so much enthusiasm, hands working at such a fast pace - placing the mat on the scalding hot sand and the bag on top of it. “But before you do that, you have to apply some sunscreen, Joo.” you said, hand reaching out to pull him down on the mat.
With him seated in front of you, you squeezed out a good amount of sunscreen on your palms and applied it on Jooheon’s arms, legs and face. Throughout the whole application, Jooheon couldn’t help but blabber about how fun it would be to bring the boys here next time and why you guys should put sunscreen on and whatnots, only to have you nodding to every single thing he says with a smile on your face.
“Baby,” you cooed as you turned his chin towards your direction, “I have to put on some sunscreen on your face now and I need you to just stare at me and be quiet okay?” Chuckling at how Jooheon just nods his head and shuts his mouth, eyes totally fixated on you.
Applying a good amount on his cheeks and forehead, you proceeded on telling him to close his eyes and placed some on his eyelids before proceeding to his nose and chin. “What about my lips, baby?” He cheekily asked.
“Alright, here.” You didn’t think twice and pressed your lips to his. Surprise was evident on his Jooheon’s face but it was soon wiped away when he closed his eyes and responded to your kiss. It was just a quick, passionate kiss but it already had the two of you giggling. “You’re one sly girl.” Jooheon teased with his finger bopping your nose.
“Whatever, you can go in the water first.” you said as you started to apply some sunscreen on yourself, only to stop midway to see Jooheon shaking his head, hands grabbing the bottle away from you as he starts to take over. “Nope, we have to go together.”
“Alright.” you sighed and smiled as you just let Jooheon apply the sunscreen on your limbs and face. It didn’t take long for Jooheon to finish the last touch before pulling you towards the water.
The gleeful glees of everyone filled the air and you were one of them. Having your whole body soaked with the sea water was the best thing that’s ever happened. With your wet limbs, you quickly wrapped your arms around Jooheon, pulling him down on the water with you. A couple of playful tricks were thrown here and there and those tricks then soon turned into a little competition between the two of you.
The constant tugging of each other’s waists had each of you chasing each other or even running away. Everything was going smoothly until a group of guys was obnoxiously judging you out loud.
“I wonder how she can still carry herself with those fats hanging on her stomach and thighs.” one of the guys commented, bringing you to an abrupt stop, causing Jooheon to stop and look at you in worry. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He queries, making his way towards you with his arms wide open to scoop you into a hug.
“Oh, let me bet you on this. She got him to date her by giving him money or something… not to mention with those looks.”
That was the last straw. You didn’t need to hear more criticism to feel bad about yourself. Having a big hint on what’s wrong, Jooheon shoots a glare towards the group of guys and took you by the hand, eyes searching for yours. Slowly, his hands reached for your cheeks and all the pent up insecurities were about to come out.
“Hey, look at me,” he called out and smiled once you looked up to him. “You’re beautiful, okay? Don’t listen to them.”
“B-but…. they’re right about how I look–”
Jooheon shut you up immediately with a kiss, it was just a chaste kiss but it got all those thoughts to fade away in an instant. “You’re beautiful, [y/n], and that beauty of yours is one of a kind. Beauty doesn’t always mean the outer appearance but it’s also what’s on the inside. Everyone’s not perfect but that’s what makes us beautiful, baby girl.”
Pointing a finger at the group of dumb guys, Jooheon scoffed and smirked, “Them? Who are they to judge you? [y/n], baby, they’re just a couple of people who don’t have anything to do with their lives. You’re you, you’re unique and no one can take that away from you, not them, not anyone.”
Jooheon knew how it felt to be judge based on appearances and never will he ever like the thought of you going through such experience. The thought of having to think of diet plans and exercises was never really fun, not unless you really wanted to change… only to have that result be gone after another insecurity being triggered.
Seeing how your gaze soften, Jooheon pulls you into a hug and rests his cheeks on top of your head and muttered, “You’re the best thing in my life that has ever happened in my life, [y/n], and I would never let those comments bring you because I know that they don’t know a single thing about you.” Jooheon then slowly pulls away to cup your cheeks once again and smiles, “I love you.”
Breaking into a big smile, you couldn’t help but feel better after all what Jooheon has said. “I love you too, babe… and thank you.” Just seeing the twinkle in your eyes sent butterflies in Jooheon’s tummy. Ruffling your hair, Jooheon wraps his arm around your shoulder and beams, “No worries, baby. Say, do you want to go and grab some shaved ice with me?”
Jooheon’s radiant smile had you nodding your head in response, bursting out into fits of giggles right after. Making your way back to the shore, you could help but look up to Jooheon and feel thankful to have met such amazing person like him. “Hey, Jooheon.”
“Mmm?” He glances down at you with his eyebrows slightly raised.
“I sure am lucky to have such an amazing and wonderful lover like you.” This was the only thing to have Jooheon turn red, lips unable to hold back the biggest grin that you’ve ever seen. “Baby, hajima~!”
“Aigoo, you know what, how about let’s just get on with the shaved ice then…”
“Sunscreen?” Check. “Um…Swimsuit?” Check. “Baby things?” Check. “Okay, guys, you can-” The four kids take off towards the beach, leaving Barry to carry everything. “Go.” he finishes, slumping his pale shoulders. You bite your lip, flip flops scratching the ground as you stand next to him, Nico firmly on your hip. Turning your head, you smile bashfully at him; the toddler plays with your blue bikini string. “I’ll go get the stuff…” he mutters softly; white tank top flowing around his torso while he pops the van’s trunk.
Deciding to try to help your husband, you pick up the cooler, entering the sandy beach. Luca already has a spot to himself; green blanket underneath him where he lays shirtless, hands behind his head, sunglasses and headphones on. You snort, kicking some sand when you walk by. “Mom!” he yells in frustration; shaking his blond hair out. “Dad?!” he mocks, pointing at you.
Barry huffs, chairs under his armpits, hands full of bags. “I’m not in this fight, bud.” he gulps, sandals surging forward to get to you. When he does, he dumps everything on the ground, fixing his glasses. Sighing, he fights with the beach chair, finally popping it open. “Here sweetheart.” he muses, placing it behind you.
“Thanks, honey.” you smile at him, pecking his lips. Nico squeals, hitting the plastic armrests; orange tropical swim trunks hiding his pamper. “Please tell me you’re not wet….” you check, breathing out a sigh of relief. Barry plops down in a chair next to you, bending his head backwards to the sky. Giggling, you rake your hand through his messy brown locks.
A shout comes from Jace when he tumbles off his wakeboard; chestnut hair clinging to his forehead. You and Barry laugh. Abby races up to the two of you, Sara following after her. “Daddy! I need my floaties to go with Sara!” she whines at Barry, folding her arms over her striped blue and green one piece.
Barry nods, orange swim trunks that match Nico’s wrinkling as he digs through bags. You point to the red one; he swiftly pulls out the black kitty floaties, putting them on Abby. “There you go!” he beams, receiving a kiss before the two girls run to the ocean. Sighing, he leans back in the chair, readjusting his glasses to look at you. “I can take Nico. Go cool off.” he says sweetly, pulling the two year old to his chest.
You grin at him, kissing his lips. “I love you.” you mumble before sprinting towards the three kids, ass shaking in your striped bikini bottoms. Gulping, Barry’s green eyes take in every inch of your body. Nico plucks his glasses off his face, making him stop gazing at you and your laugh.
“Stop staring at mom’s ass, dad.” Luca scowls, cringing at his dad when he looks behind. “It’s weird.”
Barry frowns, turning back to face forward, clutching Nico’s shirt. “It’s not weird… right?” he asks the toddler, who is wearing his glasses.
…Iggy kicked [Fang].
“Ow! Dang it! What’s wrong with you?”
Unerringly, Iggy’s hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of Fang’s shirt. He pulled Fang’s face close to his own. “Describe. The. People.”
“There’s a million people,” Fang said, irritated. “Why? Are you meeting someone in particular here? Should I be looking for a man with a rose in his teeth, holding the New York Times?”
“This is Venice Beach,” Iggy said again. “Home of roller disco. I smell coconut oil. I hear high-pitched giggles. I know we must be surrounded by beach bunnies, and you’re looking at a map!”
[…]Sighing, Fang looked around. “Um, okay. There are two girls over there. One’s in a white bikini. One has ‘Utopia’ written across her butt. They have big blonde hair. Um, over there is an Asian girl, skating on rollerblades, with her dog, like a greyhound or something, running beside her. Oops, she almost took out that stroller.”
“What’s she wearing?” Iggy asked.
“A striped bikini.”
“And knee guards,” Gazzy put in.
“Oh man,” Iggy breathed. “More, more.”
“Um, there’s a girl meeting her friend,” he went on. “Her friend is giving her an ice-cream cone. Oh– it’s dripping. Huh. It, uh, dripped on her… chest.”
Iggy drew in a hissing breath.
my favorite passage from any maximum ride book ever aka IGGY CONTROL UR THIRST