Road trip in New Zealand with my super awesome 2 years old Mia
While writing it, I’m sitting in a van, looking at a beautiful beach covered with white stones, there’s a little water paddle where seagulls take a bath and I drink coffee. I could go out, but I have so many sandflies bites (popular in this area), that I am a bit scared. I took a few pictures already while jumping to keep them away. Mia is asleep and I finally have a moment to write.
In honor of your graduation - you have to write a Bughead graduation fic!!! (xxx peacelovebughead)
Thank you, @peacelovebughead! I was actually in the process of finally filling this elopement prompt and setting it during graduation so this was perfect! I hope you enjoy!
“Ugh, it’s gonna rain I can feel it now. It’s gonna rain, and if these suede pumps get ruined I will sue,” Veronica ranted as she warily eyed the dark clouds rolling in over their heads. “What is the point of all this anyway?” she asked in exasperation, gaze turning to run over the throngs of students surrounded their little group.
“Organisation,” Betty replied, casting her eyes round in the same path as Veronica’s. “They need to make sure we all know where we’re going on the actual day,” she shrugged, one arm wrapped around Jughead’s, the other moving to lace her fingers with his.
“Herding us together like cattle one last time,” Jughead commented with his usual snark, rolling his eyes as a fellow student brushed past him, jostling his arm. Betty glanced up at him from underneath thick eyelashes, biting her lip against a grin at his usual surly mood. He flicked his gaze to hers out of the corner of his eye, looking away quickly as he pursed his lips against the smile that threatened to sneak onto his own lips from her look, corners twitching in betrayal. Betty giggled, nuzzling further into his side.
“Couldn’t they have done this closer to graduation? On a day when a downpour is not imminent?” Veronica continued on her tirade, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she grew impatient. They were standing a short distance away from the A’s, considering Archie had been snatched up right near the start. He gave her a cheeky grin.
“Kinda snappy today, Ronnie, what gives?” Archie asked, tilting his head to the side in question. Veronica sighed, cheeks heating gently as she avoided the eyes that turned to scrutinise her.
“I don’t know, I guess it’s just hit me. We’ve had our last spring break as high school kids and now we’re going to graduate and go our separate ways… I feel like it’s ending when it only just began,” she mumbled. Archie’s eyes softened, wrapping an arm around her waist and placing a reassuring kiss against the side of her head. She threw him a small smile.
“Hey, it’s not the end. Just the next chapter, right guys?” Archie turned to address the general group. There were a few comforting nods but Betty couldn’t focus. They were calling out the C’s now, her name should be up next. Her heart was hammering like a hummingbird’s in her chest, palms sweaty as they passed the place for Cooper without uttering the word. Jughead could feel her pulse against his arm, hand tightening around hers in reflex. No one seemed to notice the error.
“…Kevin Keller…” Mr Weatherbee called out over the mindless hum of chatter, Kevin’s ears perking up.
“That’s me,” he sighed with an eyebrow, moving to join the end of the line. The names continued to pour out.
“…Veronica Lodge…” Veronica raised her eyebrows briefly before walking to her place. More names.
“…Elizabeth Jones, Forsythe Jones…” It was as if the entire student body collectively inhaled. Archie did an almost comical double take, head turning between Weatherbee, Betty, and Jughead. Veronica’s mouth dropped open. Kevin’s hands went to his face, eyes glistening with glee. Betty felt her cheeks flaming scarlet as they both headed towards their spots, passing the line of staring, shocked faces. She tilted her chin up slightly, eyes firm as she focused on the warmth of Jughead’s hand in hers, grounding her as he always did. Sure, the attention embarrassed her, but marrying Jughead months before their high school graduation? She’d never been more proud of a decision.
She was, however, slightly thankful in that moment, after the unintentionally grand reveal, that her friends were stuck firmly in their places down the line, unable to accost them and bombard them with the questions clearly bursting to pour out of their mouths. Everyone was still staring as they waited for the list to finish, Weatherbee only on the M’s by now. Betty turned her back on the person in front of her, focusing only on the soothing, cool blue of Jughead’s eyes. He ducked his head to search her eyes, noticing the worry around the edges.
“You okay?” he murmured, hands caressing her arms comfortingly. She nodded, offering him a smile.
“There’s a lot of people looking,” she whispered back. He knew this was what was bothering her.
“Hey, I’m right here. Just you and me, alright?” he replied. She nodded again, shoulders losing some of their tension as she remembered.
Spring break had been perfect, as far as Jughead had been concerned. He and Betty had taken a road trip to Toledo, promising to look after Jellybean while their mom had to go out of town for a while, his grandparents away for the week.
The drive had been one of the best experiences of his life, windows of his dad’s borrowed truck rolled down, spring sunshine pouring in, casting all kinds of mesmerising patterns through Betty’s golden hair as it blew about her in the breeze. He’d created a playlist especially for the occasion, grinning with unrestrained bewilderment as she sang along to the tracks she knew in the most beautifully melodic voice he’d ever heard. The open road changed her, changed both of them. The world seemed to be at their fingertips, the possibilities stretching out endlessly before them, waiting to be grasped.
They decided to spend a night under the stars, camped out beneath an assembly of blankets in the bed of the truck. Betty had curled into his side, head resting over his heartbeat as she tangled her legs with hers. The sky above them was littered with bright dots uninterrupted by city lights, miles and miles away but feeling like they were close enough to touch, securing them under a dome that was all their own.
“What do you think is up there?” Betty had asked, high on the secluded night air, the feeling of his fingertips running along the exposed skin of her lower back, the drowsiness that threatened to engulf her for the night. Jughead smiled, just the barest movement in the corner of his lips as he took one last look at the constellations before tilting his head down to look into her upturned eyes. He saw constellations there too, in the flecks of gold and blue swimming in deep, endless green.
“Possibilities,” he murmured back, leaning down to capture her lips in a slow kiss before they burrowed back against each other for the night.
He was watching Betty now as she chased Jellybean through the field of flowers, the game of tag supposedly helping to get them out of their picnic induced coma. He looked down at the display of empty containers around him, conceding that they may have gone a little overboard on the amount of food they’d brought. He couldn’t help it, Betty made him go to every extreme.
The past few days had almost been like every white picket fence dream Jughead would never admit he’d had. He woke up, every morning, to her face inches away from his, her eyelashes still fluttering gently against her cheeks in slumber. He always woke up first - habit still due to having to be out of whatever corner he’d chosen as his bed before someone found him - and stole a few private moments to watch her features, completely relaxed and unguarded, not plagued by the troubles of the wakeful. She always stretched before even opening her eyes, uncurling her cramped limbs until she was completely invading his personal space. She’d smile, eyes drifting open, as he ran his hands over every inch of skin he could reach, peppering light kisses across her face until his lips finally meet hers.
They’d go downstairs and make breakfast together, him in charge of the coffee, Betty in charge of the pancakes, or whatever else she chose to cook that morning - his favourite would always be her pancakes though, jutting out his bottom lip as she’d chastise him with a “we can’t have pancakes every morning!” until she’d concede, telling him that surely his rugged good looks wouldn’t work on her forever, especially not if he ate as many pancakes as he did. Jellybean usually stumbled in some time later, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as the couple grinned at her, happy that they’d managed to coax her from her bed before noon with the smell of food; she was definitely Jughead’s sister.
They went to the movies, out for dinner. They’d taken Jellybean to the park, bought her ice cream from the truck. They’d dropped her off at a friends house, promising to come and pick her up again in the morning, telling her not to have too much fun as she rolled her eyes, grumbling to her older brother that he sounded more like her dad than her sibling.
Betty had been wearing her hair down all week, he noted as he ran his hand through the silken strands that evening, cuddled up against her on the couch. He liked it, and not just because he couldn’t keep his hands out of it. It meant she felt comfortable, at home with him and this little domestic show they were playing out, his mother’s house the stage, audience party of two. Betty was placing flowers in JB’s hair as he watched from his spot on his blanket, his sister smiling bashfully up at her in response. He couldn’t have been more thrilled at the response his girlfriend had elicited from his sister, almost as if it had slid the last piece into place. Betty wandered back over to him, cheeks flushed from the sun, as JB continued to pinch the stems of daisies between her fingers, lacing them into a chain.
“I’m so tired I could sleep for a week,” she sighed, sun-drowsy as she flopped down next to Jughead, head resting on his shoulder. Jughead’s arm came up to wrap around her waist automatically.
“I don’t remember feeling like this, ever,” he mumbled some time later. She lifted her head to stare at him, brows pinched slightly. “As if I could keep living like this for the rest of my life and always be happy,” he clarified, watching her features soften.
“It will be like this,” she promised, eyes earnest. He took one of her hands into his lap, playing with her fingers idly.
“We’ll make it, right? Through college?” he asked, voicing the concerns that had been nagging at his brain for the past few months, graduation growing ever closer.
“Juggie, we’re going to New York together. We’ll be living in the same apartment!” Betty laughed, eyes lighting up at her own words, excitement constantly bubbling in the pit of her stomach every time she thought about their future. He smiled briefly at her response, shrugging nonetheless.
“I know, I just… it’s a whole different world out there, Betts. So much bigger and brighter than Riverdale. You’re gonna flourish and grow and I just…” he trailed off, pain in his chest growing as he thought out the possibilities in his mind.
“And you’ll just be by my side, flourishing and growing along with me,” she cut in, tone firm, leaving no room for argument. He met her eyes, their deep green almost glowing with ferocity. “I love you, Jughead. And I know you don’t always believe me but I need you as much as you say you need me. We’re a pair and that’s the way it’s going to stay for the rest of our lives. You fill the parts of me that were empty for so long in my life. You ease the dull ache in my chest that I didn’t ever think was capable of going away. Every time I see you, or hear your voice, or feel your touch, I know inexplicably, without a doubt in my mind, that I am home,” she rushed out, pouring every ounce of emotion into her words she was capable of. “I’ll want you forever,” she whispered, hand fisting in the material of his shirt. His eyes searched hers for a moment, seeing nothing but the truth.
“Marry me.” The words came out before he’d even had time to process the thought. Once they hung between them in the air, though, he knew he meant it.
“What?” she stammered, slightly taken aback at the abrupt turn in their conversation. His gaze remained unwavering.
“Marry me. I mean it, Betty. I already feel it too, this is forever. I want to make you mine forever. Will you? Marry me, I mean?” he asked again, heart hammering beneath his rib cage. The silence that followed seemed to stretch out for an eternity, blush creeping up his neck and onto his chest. He almost thought he was dreaming when she began to nod, tears gathering along her waterline and quickly spilling over onto her cheeks.
“Yes,” she breathed, barely able to find her voice to answer him. Jughead let out a breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding, relieved laugh getting lost in the exhale as she pulled him towards her. Her mouth covered his, dancing against his lips as her hands moved to his hair, tugging at the roots until she elicited a deep groan.
“Get a room!” Jellybean yelled at them from a few feet away, scrunching her nose up at the public display. Jughead laughed, pulling back to rest his forehead against Betty’s. The future suddenly seemed a whole lot brighter.
“I can’t wait to be Betty Jones,” she whispered against the skin of his chest later that night as they lay wrapped around each other. Jughead stilled, looking down at her with wide eyes.
“Y-you want to take my last name?” he asked in surprise. He’d spent a lifetime being ashamed of the name Jones that the thought of bestowing such a burden on the love of his life hadn’t even occurred to him. She moved to rest her chin on his chest, eyes meeting his steadily.
“Of course I do. You’re one of the smartest, kindest, bravest men I’ve ever met. I want to start a new family with you. It would be my honour.” Jughead swallowed around the thickness in his throat, simply nodding, blinking rapidly against the moisture in his eyes as she settled back against his side.
They’d taken off towards the Blue and Gold office as soon as they were able, narrowly dodging their friends as they attempted to fight their way through the crowds towards them. Jughead pulled Betty towards him for a swift, searing kiss, his lips releasing hers with a pop.
“It won’t take long for them to find us. You ready?” he asked, eyes glinting with mischief. She nodded, biting her lower lip. She was relieved that they finally all knew, a part of her loving the secrecy of their elopement, another part dying to tell the whole world that Jughead Jones was her husband.
“Yeah, let’s do this,” she said, barely getting the words out before the door flew open, Veronica, Archie, and Kevin all standing in the doorway with similar expressions.
“Okay, Betty Jones,” Veronica began, eyes narrowing but telltale smile planted on her lips. “First of all, why the hell wasn’t I invited to your wedding?!”
This might not fit your site standards, as I bought it at a yard sale, not a thrift store. Here’s a short version of the story that goes with it. “ TheClone and I bought this at a yard sale (from someone who bought it at an auction for unpaid storage units). You can’t really tell in this picture, but it was a pretty old medical school item, with brass fixings holding all the bits together. I sold it on eBay and part of the deal was I would deliver it for basically the cost of gas (which one could afford back then). So my mom and I went on a road trip to Florida with Skully, here.
Luckily we had a swell time. Because about an hour after we dropped our pal off at her new home, the transmission blew out in Brownie the pickup. It cost almost exactly the same amount as I’d gotten on the deal.”
Now and then I toy with making business cards where I list myself as a dealer in human body parts. Skully here is NOT my only qualification!
Author’s Note: I love feedback! Love it, hate it. Yolo
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You twisted the last piece of hair into place, securing it
with a bobby pin. You had finished getting ready in record time; looking in the
mirror you smiled, satisfied with the final result. What you were getting ready
for however, was a mystery to you. Morgan had called you a few hours earlier;
telling you to be ready at 7:00 and the two of you would be going ‘somewhere
His latest road trip had kept him out of town for the past 9
days and he was scheduled to be arriving home late this afternoon. He was
usually exhausted after being out of town for so long and the two of you would spend
his first day back lazing around; you were excited for a change of pace.
You walked to the living room and curled onto the sofa pulling
a book off the coffee table as you waited for Morgan. You glanced at the clock
on the wall, only 30 minutes until he picked you up. You started reading but
were soon distracted by thoughts of Morgan. You smiled, remembering how the two
of you had met 3 years ago…
About 3 weeks after
arriving in Toronto, you were working the overnight shift at a local diner. The
move had drained your savings; so on top of your full time job, you decided to
pick up some night and weekend shifts at the George Street diner. The diner emptied as the clock hit 3:00 am;
your coworker decided to go outside for a smoke break, leaving you alone in the
empty eatery. You glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing you had another 3
hours of your shift left. Your stomach grumbled, reminding you that you hadn’t
eaten since dinner. Your eyes settled on the illuminated dessert case; after a
moment of careful contemplation you pulled the strawberry pie out of the case
and cut yourself a slice. Standing behind the counter you had just shoved a
forkful of pie in your mouth when the bell on the door jingled and a handsome
man, dressed in a suit, walked into the diner. He surveyed the room, taking in
the empty booths and stools. Struggling to choke down your mouthful of pie, you
watched as he walked towards you, taking a seat at the counter in front of you,
“Hi. I’m so sorry.”
You said, quickly stashing the remaining dessert under the counter, out of the sight.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” you asked, sliding him a menu.
“You don’t have to be
sorry.” He smiled. “Could I get a cup of decaf coffee?” he asked.
said, scurrying over to the coffee pots, filling a mug and returning to him.
You slid the dish of sugar and creamers towards him as he glanced over the
menu. “Let me know when you’re ready and I’ll take your order. I’ll be really
easy to find.” You joked.
He grinned at you
before asking, “What were you eating when I walked in here? It looked good.”
“Strawberry pie; the
owner makes it fresh every day. It’s amazing.” You said.
“I’ll take slice of
the strawberry pie then.” He said; you turning to cut another slice. “And
please, join me.” He said gesturing to the empty counter space in front of him.
You set the pie and
fork down in front of him. “Oh, no. I’m not supposed to eat in front of
customers.” You said shaking your head.
“Who’s gonna find
out?” he questioned, spinning around on his stool. Your gaze followed his as he
looked at all the empty seats. “I won’t tell. I promise.” He said as his stool came
to a stop, facing you once again.
You bit your lip,
thinking. Going against your goody-goody nature, you pulled your plate and fork
from under the counter, taking another bite. You chewed for a moment, taking him
I as he dug into his slice. His hair was tidy, his suit crisp. Usually the
customers you had at this time of night were not so carefully put together.
“If you don’t mind me
asking, what brings you here at this time of night in such a nice suit?” you
“I work for the Maple
Leafs.” He responded simply. “Hosted a fancy charity event tonight; had to look
like a gentlemen to convince the old, rich folks to fork out the cash for a
good cause.” He said, cutting into his pie with the side of his fork. You
chuckled as he continued. “The meal was one of those $10,000 per table things; lots
of tiny, weird food that people pretend they like but only so they seem impressive
to other rich people.” He finished, taking a bite of pie.
“So you’re here
because you’re opposed to tiny, weird food?” You laugh.
“Oh yeah, I got
distracted; this pie is really, really good.” He said, swallowing. “The fancy
food sucked, so I needed sustenance for the ride home. Otherwise I may have
starved… to death.” He concluded dramatically, popping the last of the crust
into his mouth.
“Oh, wow. Glad to know
I was able to save your life with a single slice of pie.” You said.
“I owe you a huge
debt.” He said, bowing in his seat. “I’m sorry, what was your name?” he asked.
“(Y/N)” You stated, as
he extended his hand to shake yours.
“Very nice to meet
you, (Y/N). I’m Morgan.” He said as he stood; his empty plate in front of him.
“Thank you for the pie and the company.” He said as he dropped at $10 bill on
the counter, turning and walking to the exit, the door jingling as he pushed it
“If you ever need a
pie recommendation again, I’ll be here.” You replied as he waved goodbye, the
door falling shut behind him.
He came in a few more
times throughout the next few weeks, always ordering a slice of strawberry pie.
After six months of seeing him come bustling in and out of the diner, he asked
for your phone number. You started causally dating, not sure of where your
relationship was heading, until one night he knocked on your door after a
particularly rough loss to Detroit; two slices of strawberry pie in hand. The
two of you talked through the early hours of the morning. As the exhaustion of
the day set in, Morgan laid all his cards on the table. He wanted you, only
you. The thought of you being with other guys was tearing at him from the
inside. He needed you to know how he
felt. The rest was pretty much history. It was only a few more days until you
were being introduced as his girlfriend.
You jumped off the
sofa when you heard the knock on the door. You pulled it open, revealing a
smiling Morgan dressed in a navy suit, looking as handsome as ever. He was
holding a bouquet of pink lilies, a smile spreading across his face as he
looked at you. “Hey, babe, I’ve missed you.” he smiled as he handed
you the flowers, stepping into the apartment.
“I’m so glad you’re back.“ you mumbled, engulfing him
in a hug. His strong arms wrapped around you, careful not to crush the lilies
that were trapped between the two of you. You breathed him in, the familiar
scent of his cologne surrounding you.
"Me, too. At least we have a full week before the next
trip.” he pulled back slightly, still smiling as he pressed a kiss to your
“So where are we headed?” you asked, stepping
back, your lilies in hand.
“Can’t tell you; it’s a surprise.” He said shrugging his
You turned to the kitchen, pulling out a vase and filling it
with water before carefully arranging the lilies. “You’re really not going to
tell me?” you said as he leaned against the wall, smiling as he watched you.
“Nope, not gonna
ruin the surprise. You’ll have to wait and see.” Morgan responded.
know I don’t like surprises!” you laughed as you walked over to him,
rising to your toes to kiss him gently.
“I’m pretty sure you’ll like this one.” he smiled.
“I know what you’re trying to do, your kisses won’t break me!” declared,
turning to walk into the living room.
“Can you at least tell me if I’m properly dressed for
the occasion?” you asked as you followed him into the living room,
modeling the simple dress you had chosen for the evening. “I mean, you
look like you could be on a runway right now and I don’t want to look like I’m
headed to my first communion.”
“You look beautiful, babe. Perfect.” he laughed.
He walked over to the closet, pulling out your coat. “Ready to go?”
he asked as he held it up; you turning around slipping your arms in the sleeves
as Morgan lifted it over your shoulders.
“I guess so.” You said, slipping your hand into his as you
pulled him out the door. “Even though I don’t know where we’re going.” You
said; flashing him your best pouty face as you locked the door behind you.
“My lips are sealed, woman. Stop trying to crack me!” he
laughed as you walked out to his car, noticing him tug on his right earlobe,
something he only did when he was nervous.
“For all the secrecy, this had better be worth
it.” you smirked, as he held the car door open for you before heading
around to the driver’s side. The sun was beginning to set as he pulled onto the
road. You were surprised when he made a left turn, instead of heading into
downtown Toronto; he was heading in the opposite direction. You glanced over at
him; seemingly sensing your question before you asked Morgan simply stated
“Heading to this place out toward London.” Satisfied with his answer
you nodded; Morgan reaching over the center console, pulling your hand from you
lap and lacing his fingers through yours. You smiled; happy to be close to him,
happy to have him home.
Being with Morgan was absolutely worth all the time you spent
apart; but even after dating for the past 3 years, it didn’t get any easier
when he had to go on the road. His homecomings were always sweet, but with the
looming sadness of knowing he’d be gone again in a matter of days. Morgan
lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the skin before settling
your entwined hands back on his thigh. You chatted about your job, how the road
trip went, what to get his mom for her upcoming birthday, and the upcoming
charity event you’d be attending for the Leafs. The longer you drove the more
you noticed the unease in Morgan’s body language. He was chewing on his lip and
still pulling on his right earlobe.
“Morgan, are you alright?” you finally asked.
“Yeah (Y/N), I’m fine. Just been on planes so much the past few days, all
the sitting is making me restless.” he responded quickly. “You don’t
have to worry – shit.” the last of his sentence was cut off as car engine
sputtered. Morgan slowed down and pulled to the side of the road, just as the
engine died. “Fuck.” Morgan muttered under his breath.
He popped the hood before getting out of the driver’s seat
and walking to the front of car. As good as he was at so many things; you knew
one thing he was not was a mechanic. You waited a few minutes in the
passenger’s seat, hearing a few clicks and bangs before sliding out of the car
and walking to the front of the car to stand with Morgan. “I can call a
tow service or AAA.” you offered.
too long, babe.” he sighed. “We have to get to town for your
surprise.” he muttered, struggling to check the coolant and oil levels in
“It’s not like
either of us are car experts. I know you have plans, but if we miss a
reservation or something it’s okay.” you stated, shoving your hands in
your coat pockets, looking under the hood.
“It’s not okay!
I’ve had these plans set up for a while now, and we need to arrive on
time.” he said, the frustration evident in his voice. He ran a hand
through his hair, glancing over the engine and air filter before emitting a
“Is there anything I can do to help?” you asked.
taken up learning car mechanics in your free time, there’s not.” he responded
flatly, throwing his hand up in exasperation.
You walked back to the passenger’s seat, knowing that there
was nothing you could do except wait for Morgan to calm down and call a tow
service. You heard him yell “FUCK!” before slamming the hood of the
car down. You watched as leaned against the front of the car, his back to you,
and pulled his cell from his pocket, punching something into his phone.
You sighed, popping the glove compartment open; you rummaged
through the contents to find the manual. Knowing there was nothing you could
actually do to help the current state of the car; it would at least make you
feel like you were doing something productive. Finding the manual, you
struggled to free it from the other items in the glove compartment. As you pulled
the manual out, an assortment of other items fell to the ground. You set the
manual on the dash as you cleaned up your mess. Reaching down you put away a
fallen flashlight, a pen, a screwdriver, and small cloth bag. Curious, you
opened the bag; revealing a small box. After a moment of examination you
realized it was a jewelry box; more specifically, a ring box. Your breath
caught in your throat, knowing you shouldn’t open it, but you couldn’t help
yourself. You cracked open the box, revealing beautiful ring; the large diamond
in the center was surrounded by a series of smaller stones. You almost dropped
it when you heard the driver’s side door open. Looking up, Morgan stared at
you, his mouth agape.
“I’m sorry, I
shouldn’t have opened it.” you whispered looking over at him. “Is
this why you were so adamant about getting to wherever we were going on time?”
“Uh, yeah. Um… I had a bunch of stuff set up, but now
with the car… and you finding the ring, it doesn’t really matter
anymore.” he said, the nerves evident in his voice.
“I hope it still matters, Mo.” You said, watching
Morgan play nervously with his tie.
“Of course it stills matters, but the reservation and other
stuff I set up are wasted.” He sighed, slipping into the driver’s seat and
closing the door. Facing forward, you watched as he swallowed hard, trying to
calm himself down. “I wanted this to be the most special moment of your life.”
“Babe, it will be the most special moment of my life.”
You said, reaching over, resting your hand on his thigh. “I appreciate the
effort behind it, but it would have been special any way or anywhere you chose
to ask me.”
“But babe you deserve something better than getting
proposed to on my front porch after a trip to Olive Garden.” He sighed,
leaning his head against headrest.
“What you think I deserve isn’t important right now.
What I want is what matters; and what I want is to be with you. Forever. That’s
what matters; not where you propose. It could at a 5 star restaurant or behind
a dumpster and I’d be happy.” you reached up, gently turning his face to
yours. “And what’s wrong with Olive Garden? How can you go wrong with
unlimited breadsticks?” you questioned, raising your eyebrows at him.
He smirked at you and rolled his eyes. “If all you want
is me and unlimited breadsticks, this marriage thing is going to be easier than
I thought.” he grinned. “So, now what? I mean, you’re holding the
“You could ask me now. Then you can stop tugging on
your earlobe.” You grinned.
“You know what; I have an idea.” He said after a
moment. “It’s something you can tell
your family about without mentioning the part where I don’t know how to fix a
car.” He said reaching over and taking the ring box from your hands and slipping
it into pocket.
Headlights came into view behind you, watching as the tow
truck pulled in front of you. Morgan jumped out of the car, motioning for you
to stay put, he walked over to the driver. Jake showed him something on his
phone and spoke to him for a few moments before walking over the car and
opening the door for you. You climbed out, watching as the tow truck driver
hooked Jake’s car onto the pulley system, lifting it onto the back of the
“Alright, she’s ready to go.” The driver said, motioning to
the passenger side door.
You glanced at Morgan. “When you tell this part of the
story, just tell people it was a limo, eh?” he glanced down at you hopefully as
he walked you over to the truck, pulling the door open for you.
“Got it.” You grinned, stepping up into the truck, Morgan’s
hands wrapping around your waist, giving you a boost into the high seat. He
pulled himself up behind you, closing the door. The ride back to into Toronto
was silent, the hour late. You were getting tired, your eyes falling closed,
your head on Morgan’s shoulder. Soon, Morgan was gently shaking you awake.
“Babe, we’re here.”
He whispered softly as you awoke. He helped you out of the truck,
thanking the driver and making arrangements for the repairs. You yawned, taking
in your surroundings properly. You looked across the street, there it was, the
George Street Diner. You heard the tow truck pulling away as Morgan stepped
beside you, placing a hand on your lower back and guiding you into the diner.
“Pick a good table for us.” He said as he walked to the counter, speaking with the
You sat at the corner booth, the best table to watch what
was happening out on the street. You smiled as you looked around, remembering
how much you loved this place. You hadn’t been back much since you had left;
after you had gotten back on your feet you had quit to focus on your full time
job and to spend more time with Morgan. You slipped off your coat, putting it
beside you in the booth as Morgan came back, slipping into the seat across from
you. A waitress followed shortly after, setting down two cups of coffee.
“Can I tell you something?” he asked, crossing his arms on
“Go for it.” You replied.
“I hate pie.” He admitted. “The only reason I got pie here
the night we met was because you recommend it.
I didn’t want you to walk away and take my order to the kitchen, so I
ordered pie so I could sit and talk with you.” He said sheepishly.
“Mo, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You said laughing as you reached across the
table, grabbing his hand. “You ordered a slice of pie every single time you
came in here after that night.”
“Yeah, but by that time it felt like tradition and I wanted
you to know I valued your dessert opinions.” He said smirking.
You laughed as the waitress came back, this time with two
pieces of strawberry pie. Setting a plate in front of each of you, she nodded
at Morgan before walking away.
“Morgan, after all this time, you finally confess that you
hate pie and you got yourself a slice anyway?” you said looking at the giant
piece of strawberry pie sitting in front of him.
“I told you, it’s a tradition.” He shrugged, grabbing the
fork off his plate and taking a huge bite. “It’s not so bad.”
You grabbed your fork, about to break through the top layer
of crust, when you noticed the ring perched on top of your slice of pie. You
smiled, looking up as Morgan slid out of the booth, coming to kneel beside you.
He reached onto the table, resting his hand over yours as he
took a deep breath. “(Y/N), when I walked into this diner 3 years ago, I had no
idea I would find the love of a lifetime. The life you’ve chosen to live with
me isn’t an easy one. My schedule, my friends, my job; nothing in my life has
ever been consistent; but the one thing that’s remained constant over the past
3 years has been my love for you. You love me, you support me, you take care of
me; and I want to keep doing the same for you, for the rest of my life. (Y/N),
will you marry me?” he asked, nervously, his blue eyes gazing into yours.
“Mo, of course I’ll marry you.” You grinned, blinking hard
as tears threatened to spill. Watching as he plucked the ring off your slice of
pie. “I don’t know what your initial plan was, babe, but it couldn’t have been
more perfect that this.” You said, as he slipped the ring on your finger, tears
rolling down your smiling face. Morgan slipped into the booth beside you, wrapping
his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. Looking down at the ring that now adorned
your finger; you smiled as you looked back up at Morgan. His thumb gently brushed the tears off your
cheek, he pressed his mouth to yours, the taste of strawberry still on his lips.
“I love you, (Y/N).” he said breathlessly as he pulled away
from you a few moments later.
AN: For the Shrooms to my Pink! I hope you like this QweenKimChi/Rose/Shrooms/Squeaky 😊 This takes place between parts 3 & 4 - a little summer interlude. I apologize in advance for the concerning lack of pee scenes, this was a gift for Squeaks and we all know I’m the pee qween. ~ Pinky 🎀
hey so i am going on a random road trip w my mom for the next couple of days back to the coast so my responses are gonna be a little limited bc i’ll just have mobile ! also make sure to add me on snapchat @ climbtothestars to see me take half a taylor lautner cutout 450 miles just for the sake of a shitty joke
could you make car poses? as if someone is speeding in a car + other sims reacting to the driver speeding? sorry if that's too much to ask. I wish there were more dynamic car poses out there. thank you for your time!
Ooo this is a great idea!! I’ve added ‘dynamic car poses’ to the list !!! I’m actually super excited to work on this one!! Mayb some car crash poses?? Taxi poses?? Teen road trip poses?? Soccer mom carpool poses?? I’ll definitely add in some road rage poses, I’ll just use myself as a reference 😉😉I kid I kid!! I’m an excellent driver, I swear!! 😊 heheh thanks for the suggestion/request!!! ❤️❤️❤️