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MOON BOYS X READER

₊˚.⋆🕯️⋆⁺. FIRST NIGHT TOGETHER : 4.2K WRDS

A/N : Originally, my goal with these preferences was to try write more than 1k words. I ended up writing a lot more as you can tell by the word count! I’m really proud of myself for that to be honest. Anyway, here’s some preferences for staying at the Moon Boys’ flat for the first night after spending some time with them. Warning for a pinch of angst with Steven’s, anxiety with Marc’s, and badly written Spanish in Jake’s (sorry </3)

STEVEN GRANT .

You and Steven have been friends for a while now. Both of you moved into the same apartment building around the same week. With the agreement to make the most of it, the two of you decided you would meet up every evening after Steven’s shift to talk.

Sometimes you guys would simply talk and you’d give him a ride home since he didn’t have a license. Other times, you’d greet each other with the goofiest grins with the knowledge that you planned an outing or movie night together.

Earlier today, he came beaming to you at your guys’ usual hang-out spot about how a coworker of his asked him out. The stars were fresh in the sky, the sun only had set a little bit ago. The wind was getting his thick curls messier than they already had been from his long work day. He squinted while looking for you and immediately smiled when he found you. The last thing you would’ve expected was for him to tell you about going on a date with his coworker, let alone someone he barely knew.

He was doing his usual when he was excited; talking with his hands, exaggerating his facial expressions, changing his tone with each little word.

As much as you were admiring him at that moment, it did wring your heart dry. Hearing him ramble about how excited, happy, and confident he was about this date felt like a stab in the chest. You didn’t know why.

You had never felt the need to stop him from doing something. Hell, you always encouraged Steven to follow his heart and do what he desired. At that moment, you were regretting it heavily. All the encouragement. All the praising. All the pep talks. All of it led up to him accepting a date with one of his damn coworkers.

“You alright? Got something bothering you, mate? Hello,” he had asked with concern. He stopped with the exaggeration for a second to check up on you. You couldn’t convince yourself that man didn’t have feelings for you. Yet, you shook your head no and shrugged your shoulders. You hated having to lie to him or try to shove your feelings to the side. “It’s nothing. Just happy for you! I can’t believe someone finally asked you out,” you explained to him with your hand on his bicep. It lingered there for a moment before slowly sliding down to his forearm, and wrist, and settling on his hand. His pulse was a little fast as you had felt it throb under your thumb. Both of you gave each other an unnecessarily long but welcomed gaze. His pulse quickened.

Steven got a bit flushed and instinctively pulled his hand out from under your palm. The bench beneath your hand was cold and wet from the rain earlier today. You were already missing the warmth of his flesh, but he was right fucking in front of you.

“Why does this hurt so bad,” you ask yourself now as you sit on your bed. You’ve been asking yourself this since you got back to your flat. You’re beating yourself up for thinking about him so much. “That bitch doesn’t even know him! I don’t know why she thinks she deserves a second of his time. She’s not nearly enough for him. She’s not good enough for him,” you growl to yourself in anger. Out of your rage, you start to do something that you never do unless Steven’s over. You grab some popcorn, slam it in the microwave, and impatiently get your couch ready for a movie marathon.

“I bet he only gave her a chance because she’s so far out of his league that he would’ve felt bad about rejecting her. Maybe Donna treats her better than she treats Steven so she’s using him to get some praise and maybe a promotion,” you mutter through gritted teeth while walking around your flat, tossing pillows and throwing blankets onto your couch.

Then comes a knock. You and Steven’s knock. The one that lets you two know you’re the one who’s knocking. Your rage pauses as you stand there in silence. “Hiya… The date didn’t go too well, just letting you know. I’ll be in my flat if you need me,” he explains to you before you hear him walk off. Your heart that was previously wrung of all concern for him as he explained the situation to you earlier soaked up his words like a sponge.

You internally debated what the best thing to do would be. However, your brain interrupts itself when the microwave begins beeping. A groan leaves your lips as you shuffle over to grab the popcorn. You hold the bag in your hands before realizing that this is the solution. This was what would help Steven feel better. A movie marathon together. You and him alone, cuddled up on the couch, snacking on popcorn, making the dumbest comments as you both watch.

You take no time throwing on your pajamas, grabbing your phone, and getting anything else you need while the popcorn cools on the counter. It almost falls on the floor when you try to grab it the first time, but you thankfully catch it. You run out your door, walk a few feet, and knock on Steven’s. “Steven, can we have a movie night together? Please,” you plead. You know he can be a bit selfless sometimes, but you need him to know you’re concerned about him right now. No excuses, no lies. “I just wanna do something to cheer you up. You sounded so sad when you were at my door earlier. I’m sorry for not answering. I’m here for you now,” you anxiously ramble before his figure greets you. “Guess it wouldn’t hurt. Don’t have work tomorrow either,” he comments as the slightest smile begins to creep onto his face.

The two of you let out a deep sigh once you’re settled on his bed. He explained he didn’t want to sit on the couch because he wanted to be comfortable. Feeling pity for him, you quickly accepted his request for you guys to get cozy under his covers.

“There we go! Much better, yeah,” he asks while looking at you. Despite Steven’s flat being dark aside from his laptop screen, his eyes seem to be softer. His gaze reminds you of the moment you shared earlier. His flesh getting warmer. His pulse throbbed quicker under your touch.

“Now, let me just get my computer going,” he murmurs, pulling you out of your memories. You smile back at him and nod softly. A soft giggle leaves your lips as he awkwardly pushes it to you. As much as a nerd he is, he’s never been tech-savvy. You quickly start up the movie while Steven moves back and forth on his thighs. Once it loads, you push the computer in front of you two and pull the covers over your lap.

In due time, you and Steven finally cuddle against each other. Your knees are tucked up under your stomach with your shins pressed against his thighs. Your arms loosely circle his hips while one of his hands is settled on your waist. Your head rests against his bicep. The only sounds that fill his flat are the movie’s audio, sheets ruffling, wind whistling against the window and the sound of deep breathing.

“I wanna let you know I’m sorry for ignoring my feelings,” Steven starts. You don’t look up at him but still display a confused expression on your face. “I love you. I have loved you. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner,” he says. You can feel his skin begin to heat. Before he can start to verbally apologize and insist he didn’t mean it, you let him know what you’ve wanted to say for a while. “I love you too, Steven,” you assure him. You lean forward, pressing yourself against his thigh and torso to give his lips a soft and gentle kiss. He kisses you back with the same loving energy. It’s a back-and-forth of soft pecks and lingering kisses before both of you grow too tired to continue. You fall asleep with your limbs tangled with one another’s, finally at peace with your feelings for each other.

MARC SPECTOR .

Anxious. If there was one word to describe Marc Spector when he’s around you, it would be anxious. Sweaty palms, clammy hands, flickering gaze, and an inability to be still. He started acting this way when both of you had a conversation about your mutual feelings.

It’s been almost a month since that conversation. Now the two of you sat at the warm, homey restaurant that wasn’t too far from his flat. Marc’s gaze was pitiful. He looked at you with his big, brown eyes that were all glossy from the reflection of the light.

“You look amazing tonight, love,” he told you tenderly. Your cheeks warm before you attempt to return the compliment. “And I could say the same. You always look so good no matter what you wear,” you beamed.

He reached his hand on top of the table, beckoning your own to join his. You chuckle softly and put your palm against his. His fingers make their way under your hand until they meet his thumb to carefully wrap around yours. He slowly runs his thumb against the soft flesh between two of your fingers. You sigh at the gentle gesture. Even before the shared confession, Marc was always prone to being gentle with you, whether it was his words or his actions.

Both of your eyes shared the same sight. A warm meal in front of you, the light from the inside of the restaurant shining perfectly onto your lover’s face, and the most welcoming hand lovingly wrapped around your own. None of this felt real. This must’ve been what Marc felt like all the time; terrified that this was just a dream or a hallucination. Luckily both of those anxieties were false. Neither of you had anything to worry about. Both of you were real and both of you were here to stay with each other.

After a few minutes of admiration and silence, you slip your hand away from his so you can both begin to eat. Hums and quiet groans of satisfaction leave your lips. Despite the restaurant not being a main chain, it had some of the best damn food you’ve ever eaten. It doesn’t even take you two hours to finish your meals. You and Marc have decided that you’ll each pay half if the two of you plan a date together, rather than on your own. He holds your hand while you walk over to the side of the street, hailing a taxi for you two.

Now the two of you are at his apartment complex. You immediately notice his anxious mannerisms getting more apparent. “Is something wrong, Marc,” you ask sweetly, not wanting to assume anything. “Yeah. I’m fine, darling,” he assured you, nervously biting his bottom lip. You squeeze his hand a bit to remind him that you love him. He squeezes back with a bit more force.

The elevator takes you up to his floor. He fumbles with his keys as you guys make your way to his flat. “Give me a second,” he mutters while fumbling with his key ring. He gets the key in and takes a deep breath before turning it to open the door. His expression tells you that his mind is racing with unwelcome thoughts. “Come on in,” he says hesitantly while motioning you to go in as he takes the key from the lock.

You’re somewhat confused. Marc had never let you come over to his flat. You assumed that his mental illness caused his place to be a bit of a wreck, maybe he found the state of it embarrassing, or he simply liked being at your place more. Your brows furrow as you take in the area. It isn’t nearly as bad as you expected it to be. Sure the whole flat has papers and books scattered across it, but not in a way that makes it look like a mess. However, Marc quickly objects to your internal dialogue as if he could read your mind.

“Shit,” he muttered. “I know it’s a mess. I’m sorry. I didn’t have time to clean up before we just spontaneously planned our date tonight,” he groaned wearily, running a hand through his hair. “Marc, don’t say that. Your flat is just about as messy as mine. Plus, I don’t expect you to have a picture-perfect place! You live here. It’ll get a little messy from day-to-day life,” you told him with a soft smile. You set down the bag you’d brought to stay the night before walking over to him. Your arms encircled his waist and rested at the small of his back. His muscles tensed in response to your touch. You leaned your head to press your face against his chest. “I promise it’s fine. I already feel at home,” you hummed while adding a bit of pressure to your embrace. He sighed deeply before giving in to your reassurance. He nodded his head in agreement and returned the gentle gesture. His arms reached from his sides to your neck, one hand tracing circles on your shoulder blade while the other rubbed the back of your head. He tilted your head up from his chest and smiled. “There’s that stunning face I love so much,” he cooed softly before kissing your forehead. “Do you ever stop,” you tease while cocking your head to the side. “What? Loving you? Never,” he replied before giving you a quick squeeze.

The next few minutes are the most soothing and peaceful you’ve had in a long time. The way Marc holds you feels so protective and safe. Your shared body warmth helps both of you melt into each other. His heart beats heavily in his chest while you press your bodies together. A soft, slow sway is shared between you. Heavy breathing, quiet mumbles of only the most tender words, hands fiddling with the fabric of the other’s clothes.

“You ready for bed yet, baby,” he asks softly, leaning forward to whisper to you. He gently kisses your neck while awaiting your answer. Your hand reaches up to play with his dark curls and you begin to hum with satisfaction from the kisses. “Mm. I guess,” you drag out in a sigh. “Let’s get you to bed then,” he mumbles. Before leading you to his bed, Marc smiles against your neck, giving the soft skin a small nip.

You manage to maneuver over to his bed as he continues to stay glued to you. He turns you around and flops back on his bed, pulling you on top of him securely. You let out a bit of a yell when he does that. He pulls his arms tighter around your waist and kisses the nape of your neck. “Fuck. That feels so good,” he groans. This man loves having you close, having you lay on him, smelling you, sweet things like that. However, they all came from a deep-rooted fear of losing you or that you’re simply a hallucination. So any time he convinces, or forces, you to lay on top of him, he is in utter bliss.

You start to get a little antsy in his grasp. His arms hold you tightly, but you still tilt side to side. “Marc! You can let me go now,” you exclaim playfully. He grunts in disagreement. “I’m not letting you go.” You sigh softly before moving all of your weight to one side. As expected his arms stay around your waist. He was insistent on not letting you go.

“You win,” you groan softly. He moves his body so he can rest his head on the crook of your neck. “I know, darling. Now we can go to sleep since we have that settled,” he hums against your skin. Both of you fall asleep entangled with each other. His arms stay around your waist like a harness as your hands lay on top of his.

JAKE LOCKLEY .

You and Jake had a date arranged. It was more of him planning a surprise for you and you agreeing to it. Nonetheless, you were intensely excited.

As he requested, you packed a bag to stay the night at his place and had your pajamas on. It was a bit suspicious. You had high hopes that he wasn’t going to attempt to take you somewhere in the state you're in right now. You’ve continually had a habit of doing one or two little things just to make sure you felt attractive. As you thought about how Jake loved to fuck around with you, he never did it in a publicly humiliating way. The idea was swift to flee your mind as briefly as it came.

You hear a hard and heavy knock on your door that made you gasp. That was definitely him. The way he’d knock so harshly never failed to get a reaction out of you. You shake your head in disapproval while moving to grab your bag. “I’ll be there in a second, Jake,” you shout to him. “Hurry up, precioso! I want to see that face I’ve missed so much,” he weeps almost childishly. You roll your eyes at his pouting while hauling your bag to your door. You open it and snicker to yourself. He was wearing his pajama just like you were. He definitely had a good plan for the two of you.

“There’s my favorite cabbie,” you beam, your hands quickly reaching to his face. His stubble prickles your hand and presses harder against it when he smiles lovingly at you, his teeth displayed just for his lover. You cant help but smile back at him with the same amount of love on your lips. Your thumbs rub along his cheekbone before you lean forward to kiss him. He hums against your lips before both of you pull back. You move your hands from his stubble inhabited face, down to his chest. His own hand move to rest on your hips, treating them like handles for his hands to hold on to. “I guess you beat me to our little kiss this time. I bet you a back rub that I’ll get you first next time, cariño,” he promised you playfully. You knew he would because he stayed true to his word when it came to you. That didn’t mean you wouldn’t challenge his words. “Sure you will,” you replied.

He led you to his taxi, smiling and rambling about his little surprise the whole way there. You loved the way the would talk to you when you didn’t give him any feedback. You could swear on your life that if you never spoke again, he would still find some way to keep talking to you. Once the two of you reached his taxi, he dramatically cleared his throat. “Don’t even try, ángel,” he quips with the assumption that you would try to open the door for yourself like you did last time, which ended in a horribly long lecture about how you deserve to be treated like royalty. You feign disappointment as he politely walks you to the passenger side of the car. Before your hand can even reach the handle in attempts to mess with him, he grabs your hand and clicks his tongue at you. “Dios mío,” he mutters before opening the door for you. “Now you can get in,” he says while motioning for you to enter the car. Just to make Jake sure that you won’t keep playing with him, you gently hold his free hand so you can safely step into the vehicle without tripping. “Safety first,” he hums before grabbing the seatbelt and buckling you in. He leans down to kiss your cheek before shutting the door. He enters the driver’s side rather quickly as if he’s in a rush. “Let’s get going,” he says happily as he begins driving his taxi.

During the drive to wherever Jake is taking you, he keeps asking you question after question. “How was your day?” “Did work go well for you?” “You remember that I love you, right, mi vida?” You groan, chuckle, sigh, give any reaction you can to his questions. “Jake! Enough with the questions,” you tease as you softly nudge his arm. “I’ve told you anything you could ask about me. I swear you’ve got enough information to write a biography on me,” you continue with a playful smile. “Okay, okay, my apologies, precioso,” he chuckles in response to your teasing before he parks in front of a tall building. “But there’s one more question I have to ask you. I promise it’s the last one for now,” he swears while holding your hand for a genuine effect. “Wanna have a sleepover,” he asks with that same goofy grin on his face from earlier. He smiles so hard and hopefully that his mustache pushes up against his nose. “Please,” he asks sweetly while squeezing your hand. You return the happy expression and nod in agreement. That was his plan this whole time. Get you dressed up nice and cozy in your pajamas, drive you to his apartment at night on a route you haven’t been through before, and invite you to have a damn sleepover. God, you couldn’t get enough of this man and his stupidly tender ideas. “Yeah, we can have a sleepover,” you chuckle softly.

Once you two reach his flat he opens the door, like a gentleman of course, for you. You thank him with a kiss on the cheek that earns you a soft smile and a thanks of his own. “Where should I set my stuff,” you ask him awkwardly. “Give it here, hermoso,” he says, practically beaming at the idea of helping you once more. Without hesitation you hand the bag over to him. He takes it and sets it under his desk before sitting on his bed and waving you over with his arms. “Come on, doll. I’m not going to bite you,” he pouts before he begins to grasp the air like you’re just out of reach. You sigh at his whining and walk over to his bed with a smile.

He doesn’t even let you sit down before he clings to you. He pulls you between his legs by the waist as you stand in front of him, letting out a soft gasp when he does so. He slightly lifts your shirt up, just enough so your stomach is exposed. He sighs softly before leaning forward to press his face against it. “Muy bueno,” he purrs as he feels the warmth of your stomach heat his face. He hums with his cheek pressed to your stomach as his hands slide up and down the back of your thighs. You can’t do anything except bite the inside of your cheek and blush as he continues. “Tan bueno para mí,” he praises, emphasizing that it’s for him. “Jake,” you whine softly. He lets out a soft grunt in response. “I’d prefer if you let me lay down before I faint from how affectionate you’re being,” you plead to him. Out of respect for you, he sighs and releases you from his grasp. You ruffle his hair a bit before crawling under the covers and awaiting for him to do the same. He follows soon after, now looking at you with those gorgeous brown eyes of his. He pulls you flush against him with his arms crossed behind your back. “You never said anything about not giving you affection while you lay down,” he says playfully while smiling. You’re already flushed again just by the idea. He shifts a bit further up along the bed so he can begin to shower you with love.

He starts at your forehead, pecking every inch of skin he can get. His hands crawl up from your shoulder blades to the back of your head so he can caress you loving and hold you in place. He moves to your cheeks and nose, hands coming to cup your face. He kisses from your left cheek, kisses your nose once before pausing for a moment to make some savory eye contact, then moves on to your right cheek. He pulls back for a second and you give each other a knowing look. “Please,” you whisper to him in a gentle tone. “Anything for you, mi corazón,” he mutters back. His hands come to cup your jaw on either side, thumbs brushing your cheeks as his other fingers lightly grasp the area behind your ears. He kisses your lips softly before pulling back. You give him a pitiful look before kissing him back. You keep going at it with each other, eventually letting the kisses linger for a few seconds, then adding your tongues into the mix. It’s a little messy, but it’s so tender. “I love you more than anything, mi vida. Anything,” he says to you before kissing you one last time, lips pressed to yours as if they’re a lifeline for him. You hum softly in satisfaction as he shifts your body for you, pressing your head to his chest and resting his chin on top of your head. He traces shapes with his fingers and scratches your back gently until you’re asleep in his secure embrace.

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His Strange Addiction

(Bonus Chapter)

Cody Rhodes x Fem OC!Reader (Milena Reyz)

Desc: It’s been an official year since Milena & Cody got married & had a child & now 2024 has hit, Cody is doing many promos for wrestle mania but it ends up with Milena coming to his defense when The Rock takes things to far.

Contents: Violence, mentions of blood, Trash talking, arguing, comedic relief sort of, fluff, angst????

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“Cody you shouldn’t be challenging someone like Dwayne.” Milena spoke as the married couple paced around the bedroom packing before going into Chicago for Monday night raw, “Sweetheart it’s fine I-“ “You trained for this type of stuff yes but Dwayne is 10x bigger than you, he’s already pissed you off by bringing family into this and you know if he actually hurts you in some sort of way I’ll run my mouth and challenge him myself.” Cody chuckled to himself while he watched their daughter Ivey roll onto her tummy while petting Pharaohs head “That’s not necessary love.” “If he pisses me off can I act out?” Cody sighed looking at her “1 time.” She giggled smiling before kissing his cheek & going off downstairs.

“Your moms a reallll fire cracker.” He grinned as Ivey just smiled & cooed at him. Cody picked her up carefully and let out a joking huff before she giggled and tugged on his hair “alright gentle there, you’ll make daddy bald.” He tickled her cheek before going on with the day taking care of his adult chores alongside Milena.

Weeks passed since that day and it was finally Monday Night Raw 03/25/24. Milena sat in the bus with their daughter & her mother Jasmine. They all watched the event from the tv attached to the bus but just as Cody was in the middle of his promo Dwayne had stolen the moment & having a staring contest with Cody before whispering something to him. Milena raised a brow & rolled her eyes as she continued watching the TV until it was time to tuck in Ivey for bed while Milena suddenly started turning back to the TV noticing a backstage segment of her son in law getting into a scuffle before Dwayne once again appeared but full blown attacking Cody

“Look at you now Huh?! You thought the rock was gonna let you talk trash for the last two weeks!? HUH?” Jasmine held a hand over her mouth “Oh my god?!” Jasmine gasped making Milena walk out on time and see her husband being tossed around on television “You’re kidding me..” Milena held Ivey close & tried covering her daughter’s eyes but she was to squirmy while Milena saw Dwayne stand outside of their exact bus yelling about chicago and tossed cody around

Dwayne kicked her husband around in the rock “You wanna be a hero? How about this! You son of a bitch the rocks got your hero.” And quickly heard a loud thud against the vehicle “and mama rhodes. Look at your son the rock has a special gift for you.” He smeared Cody’s blood around a belt with his mothers name against the leather & kept taunting Cody on camera. Milena was finally fed up & instructed her mom to stay in the bus handing Ivey over to her grandmother while Milena went to Cody’s aid.

“Milena absolutely no-“ Jasmine watched as her daughter picked up an extension cord “Milena that could kill him!!” Milena glared “I’m not gonna kill him mom I’m just gonna make him back off!” Milena spole as she kicked open the door causing Dwayne to perk up a bit “You need a woman to defend you? Huh?” He mumbled towards Cody for a moment while backing up a little bit while Milena approached him clearly furious “Who in the absolute FUCK do you think you are?! You keep his goddamn family out of his mouth goddamnit & your not about to smash my husband against a goddamn bus where his DAUGHTER is inside of it!” She shouted while Dwayne held out his hands grinning.

“Sweetheart you’re to pretty to be dealing with this alright? Leave it to the men.” Milena tilted sn eyebrow while noticing a cameraman still rolling. “You wanna embarrass my fucking man on camera and talk to me like that? You must not know who the hell I am. So let me show you.” Just as Dwayne was going to speak she punched him square in the jaw and kicked him in the crotch before shoving herself behind him and untied the extension cord from her wrist before yanking it against his throat and wrapping the parts she was holding against her knuckles while mocking him with his own words “Look at you now! Look at you rock! You’re getting your ass beat by a woman, Cody Rhodes wife at that. Embarrassed aren’t you?”

Cody groaned against the bus and didn’t bother stopping Milena, She finally tugged the cord away from Dwayne & eventually kicked the man on the ground & dug her boot against his head “We’ll see you Friday Dwayne.” She kicked him in the face before snatching the camera away from the cameraman and held it over Dwayne’s bloody face while he coughed “This is your guys’ Final boss? Cody was right about him being a whiney little bitch, look at him, all bark and got his ass beat by a woman. How embarrassing.” She shoved the camera back to the man before snickering and walked back towards Cody & Helping him up and frowning at the sight “Jesus Cody…” he shook his head holding the side of his chest while she took him inside of the bus & her mother help clean off any blood.

“Your gonna beat his ass at mania am I understood?” Cody chuckled in amusement while his wife pressed a bandaid against his cuts & scrapes while he nodded weakly “sweetheart..” “I don’t care what we need to do but whether you like it or not you’re going to beat his ass.” He smiled tiredly and held Milena’s face “Copy that.” Milena’s mother sighed & gave him water after coming back from tucking Ivey into bed “You have to prove him wrong now Cody.” She spoke before Cody nodded & eventually called it a night.

Friday Night rolled around and everyone took notice to many things within the Rhodes family. Milena tweeted something about how Dwayne should get better security while Dustin insulted the man. Cody has been absolutely silent on social media, Milena had been planning a slight comeback since the last time fans saw her within WWE was before she was pregnant with Ivey and she was planning something VERY special for smackdown. Tonight Dwayne was doing a promo & stood in the ring “Cody’s entire family are a bunch of sorry ass clown emoji’s including his loud tacky wife & goofy ass dog. I’m sure you all saw raw right?? I beat that boys ass and he actually needed a woman to fight for hi-“ “And what about it Rock?” Cody’s voice soured through the arena as he walked towards the ring “You know what’s embarrassing? How you need to catch people in vulnerable moments when they aren’t paying attention so you can catch them off guard just to win a game nobody is playing.”

Dwayne glared & looked at the audience as he noticed Milena following her husband into the ring before spinning in a circle showing offer her business meeting like dress & black pumps while smiling brightly as her husband wrapped his arm around her waist while she snatched the mic away from Dwayne “You saying all of thiisss is tacky? Let me tell you what’s tacky. Your cousin Nia barely getting any sort of physical touch so she feels the need to shake her rank, vile, smelly ass In people’s faces THAT’S tacky & unclassy, but what’s REALLY tacky i-“

“Mrs Rhodes with alll the respect Why don’t you go sit somewhere and look pr-“ “First of all you address me as Ms. Reyz, Second of all you don’t talk over me, how about you stand right here shut the fuck up and let me speak. And as I was saying Dwayne, What’s really Tacky is how your forgotten about so you feel the urge to budge yourself into a wrestle mania event that isn’t even about you, your doing this whole thing so you can seem important when really You’re not. Your boring. Washed up & only good for corny ads & movies. Whats really tacky is how you want to seem soooo relevant within WWE that you’re willing to let Roman Reigns act like he’s the tribal chief when it should’ve been You. Your getting bitched out by some other irrelevant wannabe just so you could be relevant. And what’s tacky is you have the absolute nerve to go in live television embarrass my man & taunt his mother well let me tell you something Dwayne. Everything about you is Tacky, and the next time you talk about Cody’s family I’ll ruin your fucking life & make sure your role within TKO vanishes into thin air. Let me catch you beating on my fucking husband outside of a bus with my goddamn daughter in it. See what happens.”

She tossed the microphone at him & let Cody take over by Rock got in his face making Cody & Milena taunt him before pulling away as she started speaking again but off mic and slightly loud enough for the camera to pickup “What’s also tacky is how you talk so much on having Big Dwayne energy but you literally have an LDS struggle, you’re barely 5 inches yet have the audacity to walk up in here running your mouth like you have a big dick.” She snickered before fake frowning the more he glared while Cody spoke up “Trust me on this Dwayne. I’ll going to beat the living shit out of you & Roman all together.” He slammed the mic into the ground before leaving the ring before walking off to the backstage area,

Milena saw Jey & Seth laugh over something making her walk over towards them while Cody went to the dressing room to check up on Milena’s mom & Ivey “Where the fuck were you two when Cody needed help huh?!” Jey froze for a minute “woah wai-“ ���You know how many times Cody has jumped the gun to save your asses from problems you’ve started but lack to solve every single time?” Jey awkwardly scratched his neck “Now I understand Seth because he has to be here for Becky & he has to watch out for Roux and I get that, Hell Cody just went to go check on Ivey, but you Jey?! I thought you always had his back.

“Okay woa- Mel I do have his back! I mean c’mon sis I’ll always defend him no matter what girl!.” She glared in his eyes shaking her head “So where were you on Monday when that entire ordeal was filmed on live television throughout the Arena? I know you saw it and you were here for raw so what the fuck?” Jey stood in silence while guilt wavered over his face “Goodnight Jey.” Milena spoke before walking bak to Cody’s dressing room & putting on a smile when she saw him tickling Ivey while she held his tie “look at you wrapping your dada up around your finger.” She cooed while kissing her daughter’s cheek “Where’d you go off to?” She shrugged “Just talking to jey.” Cody nodded with a smile before giving her a kiss until she pulled away humming.

“You’re gonna go out there at wrestle-mania, kick some fucking ass and win. I don’t care if you’re shady with it. But you’re going to win no matter what.”

xtripleiiix’s Masterlist

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

I don’t know if your write for MJF but can you write Where Reader is married to MJF. And reader goes to an AEW paper view and reader watches the match where MJF becomes AEW world champ?

I am a proud devil worshiper! This is a short one but I hope you enjoy!

My Champ

Word count: 422

Main Masterlist MJF MASTERLIST

Tonight was finally the night, Max got his opportunity for the AEW world championship in his backyard of Newark New Jersey. I was so excited for this match, so proud of Max. Since he returned he was on fire, it was almost like he gained a new form of confidence that was not there before. The months Max was away were definitely difficult to say the least but we made them work. I remember the night at the forum when he cut that promo begging to get fired, I was shocked to say the least. The only good thing that came out of those months at home was that Max and I finally got married. It was a small traditional wedding with family and close friends. Since many people didn’t know about it when I showed up at the arena with Max many were shocked, people stared, gossiped behind our backs but we didn’t care. For once we were happy and I knew that we would be even more happy when Max picks up the victory tonight. 

I said my goodbyes to Max and took my seat for the PPV. My emotions that night were all over the place, I witnessed my good friends The Elite make their return, one of my best friends Saraya made her in-ring return after a broken neck and I saw Jamie Hayter become the new AEW Women's world champion. I was so proud of all of my friends who put on a phenomenal show. Before I knew it, it was time for the Main Event. I heard Max’s theme hit and instantly stood up cheering for my husband. I watched him flip off the crowd, spit his gum at a fan and make his way around the ring. He came to the barricade and placed a kiss on my lips. I wasn’t expecting it, the crowd cheered and I obviously blushed. As Moxley made his entrance Max came back to the barricade where we exchanged a few words and another kiss before the match started.

The tension in the air was so high you could cut it with a knife. Myself along with the whole arena were on our feet, not knowing what would happen next. Just then it happened, Regal turned on Mox. He slipped the brass knuckles to Max and when the ref wasn’t looking he hit Mox right in the middle of his head. No one saw it coming, then he went for the pin…1…..2…3.

“And Your New AEW World Champion MJF!!!” 

[papa-evershed]

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the inbox of the last ten people you got notifications from, get to know your mutuals and your followers! noo pressure tho ! ✨

(GO NUTS)

Ooooh! Okay okay, I'm gonna leave off friends/family/pets though because I feel like those are an absolute given and will just take up room on the list!

1 - Any temperature below 80°F. I'm in Florida and a few weeks ago our heat index was around 125 and that isn't a typo. I ache for the privilege of going outdoors without feeling like the air itself is a hitman hired to take me out.

2 - Coffee. Quite literally need it to be happy, as basic as it sounds. I've been trying to quit the habit and in doing so I've realized how badly I truly need it to not be a terrible, useless bitch.

3. Books that have been read hard. My sister recently loaned me a few books and I realize the reason I can't bring myself to read them is because she doesn't crack her spines or abuse her books like me. I bang my books up, I crack the spines, I dog ear the pages, I make myself at home. Reading a book like that is more pleasurable, I can focus on the story instead of preserving the book. Anyone who disagrees with me is just a liar. Lay in bed with an old, well-read book, and tell me it isn't more gratifying to turn those pages freely or feel that weighted floppiness in your hand. It's more relaxing, it's more rewarding, books were meant to be read!

4. Getting to word vomit when just a few simple words would suffice to answer a question. 😉😅

5. When people sign RJC's birthday card! 😂 Yes, I'm using your ask (I'm so sorry) to shamelessly promote the birthday card again. But guys we are in the final days and if anyone reading this still hasn't signed it, feel free to do so right here. Most of the signatures were submitted before The Inheritance aired so if you have no idea what to say then there ya go—just congratulate him on the show perhaps!

But seriously, thank you so much for thinking of me with this ask and I really do apologize for the shameless promo but I gotta hustle. 🤓

[hermionefae]

The Devil's Right Hand Woman

Part 3

MJF x Original Fem character

Part 3

Max was right, training was hard. It was the hardest I had ever experienced in my life and it made me evaluate how poorly I must have trained beforehand. I started to develop muscles I didn't eve know that I had.

He taught me moves that I had admired from afar but had no idea I'd be capable to execute. He also taught me how he would lie, cheat and steal his way to victory.

We also discussed how I'd present myself, he described me as a Lilith figure, the Devil's right hand woman but also utterly dangerous herself

We trained for about two weeks until one day Max walked into the gym whilst I was doing pull ups. He watched me for a few reps, first checking my form but then I couldn't help noticing his eyes travelling down to my butt. "My eyes are up here Friedman." I puffed out as I finished my last rep.

Max smirked and then said "stretch out and then come with me, we've got a meeting with Tony Khan."

"He's here?" I had only seen Tony once at a PPV launch party but I had never actually met him before.

"Yeah toots c'mon"

I finished stretching and then, with a towel around my neck I met Max out in the gym's foyer. "Tony, I've got a proposition for you." Max was saying as I joined them. "For my next angle I want to appear with Suzie by my side". For a brief moment Tony looked shocked but then he recovered.

"If your sure Max, I was think about pairing you and Adam Cole together. Going for the best friend angle but."

"This girl is great Tony, and I'm training her to be the best. You are looking at the next AEW Women's World Champion and once you see us together you'll see why"

My heart soared, I'd never heard Max talk about anyone like this.

"Ok, I'll give you a shot Suzie. Max you're booked to do a promo this week on Rampage if I like what I see then Suzie, you can wrestle Britt on Collision how about that?"

"Deal" I nodded shaking Tony's hand in a tight grip.

Wednesday night came around quick and I found myself pacing around the locker room waiting for Dynamite to end and Rampage to begin, we would go on first so I didn't have too long to wait but I was still a bundle of nerves.

I shook out my hands and went to the mirror. My newly reddened hair had been loosely curled and my make up had been done so my eyes were a smoky black with red on my water line and my lips were painted a deep blood red. I had chosen my dark red suit and black patent stilettos which I wasn't 100% sure I could walk in. I prayed that I didn't make a fool of myself in from of thousands of people.

There was a strong knock on the door and then came Max's voice. "We're on princess."

I sighed and then made my way to the door.

"Fuck" exclaimed Max when he first saw me. "You look hot"

I took him in as well, he was also wearing a deep burgundy suit with a back shirt and shoes, his signature Burberry scarf was around his neck. "As do you" I replied, lowering my voice a to a sultry tone just like we discussed.

"Uuuugh, I'm not sure I'm gonna make it through this promo toots but I'm gonna give it a go." He shook himself, getting into character. "Let's go"

We walked together side by side, I was slightly taller than Max in my new heels but that helped my confidence as we walked past our peers, especially Britt and Adam who stared as we walked by. "That's not little Suzie is it?" I heard Britt say to her boyfriend as we went around the corner.

We finally stopped by the heel entrance and waited for Max's music to begin. I held back as he climbed the stairs to the orchestral version of his theme song, my heart hammering with nervous excitement. I heard the cheers with still a smattering of boos, he was really over now and despite the short amount of time that I had known him properly I still felt a sense of pride that he had achieved so much since he did that vile promo and disappeared for a while. I climbed the stairs and waited for my entrance.

"Hush now, Daddy is speaking " he said and the crowd laughed but eventually quietened down " now I know you all want to know my response to Adam Cole's challenge for my triple b, this beautiful belt around my waist and you will get my answer but first you see, Daddy wants to introduce you to someone.

I met her when she was at her lowest and I dragged her down to my level and believe me when I say, the woman's locker room better watch out because she is dangerous, a demon if you will. Oh Suzie!"

The lights went out in the arena and my entrance music began, I took that as my cue to step out onto the centre of the stage. I had chosen a song called Secret Wedding (Ravagers of Time) by Destini Beard and Midnight Syndicate. A red spot light shone behind me lighting up my outline.

"Stay beside me, never leave me, hold on to me always love me" came the first lyrics as I made my way confidently down towards Max, who was standing in the middle of the ring, a white spotlight now lighting my face. The music continued until I joined MJF's side.

I could see many phones out filming me and I kept my face set in an evil smirk just as we discussed. "Doesn't she look hot New Jersey" MJF called out to the crowd and quite a few whistled back.

"But she's not just a pretty face, tell 'em Suzie"

"That's correct, I'm not. I have been distracted for too long now, I have been under appreciated by everyone in this company and now it's time to take what is mine, Toni Storm. I'm coming for you baby, and when I'm finished with you not only will that championship be mine but you will be on your knees, begging for mercy. I will turn your insides to your outsides. There will be nothing left of you because you do not mess with Suzie Q, Queen of Hell"

And then I went off script, adrenaline pumping through me I through down the microphone I was holding, turned to MJF and grabbed hold of his jacket lapels. I brought my lips crashing into mine. He was stunned for a moment and then moved his mouth around with mine, deepening the kiss.

I could hear the whistling and jeering around us and then too quickly we pulled away. I looked at Max, thinking he would be angry but he just smirked at me, put his scarf around my neck and then dragged me out of the ring, his arm casually flung over my shoulders.

Back to the locker room.

Part one

Part two

[lesbiancarat]

since i've gotten a lot of new followers from the whole twitter debacle, i wanted to make a post to introduce myself and let y'all know how i run my blog. and it gave me an excuse to finally write some kind of faq, which i've been meaning to for a while. whether you're a new tumblr user or not and you have any questions about this post or anything else related to my blog, feel free to shoot me an ask! :3

below the cut since it's a long post

about me

hi, my name is melia! i've been listening to kpop since 2016 and a carat since 2017, i stanned right around clap era. i listen to a bunch of other groups but i don't stan anyone except svt. and as you might have been able to tell from my blog header, i am, in fact, a huihui :')

my main blog is @corvid-lesbian. you can follow me there if you want, but it's a mess of untagged reblogs, so it may not be that interesting. but i mainly wanted to bring it up since you may see the username in replies and i want y'all to know that's also me!

about this blog

this is a sideblog that was originally just for reblogs of svt/kpop stuff but i started running it as an update blog in late 2019. caratblr and kpop tumblr in general used to be really active when i first got into kpop, but over the years more and more people left for twitter or became inactive in general due to life stuff. when all the general svt update blogs became inactive i didn't want to see caratblr die, so i thought, fine, i'll do it myself >:3

unfortunately i can't speak korean so i'm not a translator, and i live on almost the exact opposite side of the world from korea so i'm not in an ideal timezone for updates. but i'm dedicated to what i do and i like to think i've gotten pretty good at scoping out information and resources about seventeen and conveying it to the tumblr sphere over the last few years :')

what i post

my rule of thumb is i try to post updates within 24 hours. on the rare occasion i can't meet that, i'll make a post notifying that updates will be late

if there's something you expected to see that i didn't post within 24 hours, you're welcome to send me an ask about it :3 occasionally i will just miss something or there may be a reason i didn't post it which i'll be happy to explain, but there are some kinds of content i just generally don't post (as specified below)

most of my posts are updates from twitter, instagram, and tiktok

i don't currently post instagram stories

i do post youtube links for certain things like teasers, mvs, and appearances on channels other than the official seventeen/hybe channels. i don't tend to post youtube links for regular content like gose or inside seventeen, etc. though i will occasionally

i do post links for article interviews (i don't post articles that are about seventeen but are not interview based/contain original content from svt)

i don't usually post anything related to merch

i also primarily stick to official seventeen channels (so for things like magazine shoots, i do post any promo shots uploaded to svt's twitter or instagrams, but i don't post any additional promo shots posted to the magazine's social media)

theoretically i also post weibo updates, but a lot of the stuff jun and minghao + pledis post these days are also cross posted on twitter or instagram so i haven't been as good at checking it recently

i don't post event information that is region specific (to korea, japan, etc.) i do post general event announcements (tours, online concerts, etc.)

i'll also post random information/updates that may be of particular interest or significance, even if it doesn't fit within the categories i normally post (there may also be other categories i could add to this list that i'm forgetting)

for all the things i say i don't post, there are always exceptions. but those categories are usually one's that i have posted in the past and have learned people don't have an interest in, or (like ig stories) are too intensive to always post even though i know people would appreciate seeing them

i am one person, and i've learned to limit myself so as to not experience burnout, and because i've been suffering from wrist pain since summer of 2021 or so TT so please be understanding that i can't post everything ;-;

as i said before though, if there's something you expected to see and haven't, or you're looking for information or have a question about something, you're welcome to send an ask about it. I love being helpful and i love answering questions about seventeen! i don't have the answer to everything 100% of the time, but i do know quite a lot :3

tags i use

common tags

all update posts are tagged with the date in YYMMDD format

p: p stands for platform! it indicates where the post/update originated from, be it twitter, instagram, tiktok, weibo, etc. i also use "p: article" for article interviews

t: t stands for translator! all translators are twitter handles unless otherwise specified. translators are also credited within the body of posts themselves after "trans cr."

melia.txt used for all non-update posts, though they can sometimes be unofficial updates if you want to call it that? sometimes it's info about svt, sometimes it's a rant or joke, sometimes it's about a different group or kpop in general, sometimes it's about my personal life. really just a catch all tag for my ramblings. if you're here only for updates, feel free to block it!

melia.ask ask tag, older asks previously tagged as ask. asks from anons will be tagged anon, otherwise tagged with the asker's username

less common tags

ad: for advertisement, it's a tag i started using in the latter half of 2022. i usually delete hashtags for aesthetic purposes since they don't translate well to tumblr. but sponsored posts are typically indicated in the hashtags, and it felt wrong to erase that information, so i tag sponsored posts as ad: [name of sponsored brand]

tw: hello this is pledis for any official announcement from pledis entertainment. i know the tag sounds a bit funny, but i do know some people who get genuinely stressed by these types of announcements as they can bear bad news. so it's available for people to block as needed

not svt used for reblogs related to other groups that are not svt. i don't use the not svt tag for melia.txt posts

gfx, gif, meme, fanart used for reblogs of graphics edits, gifs, memes, and fanart respectively

melia.spo general spoiler tag, i honestly don't use this too much but you may see it occasionally if i want to talk about a particularly plotty gose without spoiling it

s: stands for source. used to indicate information that came from an unofficial channel (ie. a fan's username) but that is not a translation. it's been a long time since i've used this since i mostly stick to official channels, but you may see it on an old post

mutuals for reblogs from mutuals

ok to rb and don't rb/d0n't rb stands for ok to reblog and don't reblog respectively. since tumblr introduced the feature of turning off reblogs you probably won't see these, but they show up on old posts

htr.cw content warnings for each episode of hit the road

melia.pd101 liveblog tag from me watching produce 101 season 1 (finished, though my liveblogs trailed off toward the end)

melia liveblogs ip2 liveblog tag from me watching idol producer season 2 (finished, liveblogs also trailed off toward the end of this one)

melia.eft liveblog tag for exclusive fairy tale

queue for queued posts, rarely used anymore

who i block/behavior expectations

i like to think i'm pretty lenient with people i block, but i do have some expectations

bots there are a lot of bots on tumblr, which is why i always check new follower's blogs. if your blog looks too much like a bot, you may end up getting blocked. i try to give some benefit of the doubt for this one, but i do advise new users to change their pfp and header image to avoid being mistaken for a bot :3

being shippy in the tags or reblogs of my posts i don't care what people get up to on their own blog, but shipping real people personally makes me uncomfortable. and if you're in the tags of my post making shippy comments or writing explicit self-insert fanfiction (yes this has happened) i'm going to block you. just make a separate post so i don't have to see it and we'll all be happy

being antagonistic in my inbox or on my posts the inevitability of posting on the internet is that sometimes people don't agree with you. i've had a lot of healthy discourse on this blog and i don't mind engaging with people who disagree with me on things. but if i feel like you're coming at the conversation in bad faith/being overly antagonistic or trying to argue with me over something i didn't even say, i won't entertain it. luckily this doesn't happen often, but it has happened

also want to put it out there that blocking isn't personal, i just want to curate my tumblr to be a pleasant experience so i can continue to enjoy running this blog for a long time :3

welcome!

finally, welcome to my blog, and, if it applies, welcome to tumblr! i'm always open to asks and questions and i love talking about seventeen!

you can also check out my carat-resources carrd (linked in my bio and pinned post) for links to various official and fanmade resources that i've come across in my years of being a carat! i continuously update it and am open to suggestions of resources to add :3

[ruhrohrps]

what’s your opinion on aurorabayrpg?

oh boyyyyyyy

please be advised this is my OPINION

so let me start off by saying i forgot if i joined in the past, so i was waiting to have time to attempt to join. i want to show a screenshot of this ask that perfectly displays the date i received this so the muns cannot act as though i set up the group or were targeting them by sending myself this ask, or whatever else they may say cause idk them, they seem catty asf when called out (you'll see in the screenshots) and wanna cover my bum because i know one of their muns will probably see this - show it to them, and then it'll be a thing~ so...

i started to look around the rp. around the time i got this anon, it seems they were struggling with diversity... and weren't nice with their responses, nor did they make any sense?

^i mean.... *slow clap* way to respond to an anon trying to voice a problem with GLOATING about your initial app count (almost all white).

^fun, it gets better. so.... like.... what? no one is forcing anyone? if someone doesn't want to be a diverse fc, they just wouldn't apply for a second character rather than a third, if they were to tweak it to the second chara rather than the third? it's almost like they're coming up with an excuse for having their rp being white-focused. As it is, the admins brought in mostly white fcs; admin bex having brought in two white fcs (maya hawke & elizabeth gillies) before finally bringing in an aisha dee character (2/3 of their charas WHITE), admin dani has natasha liu bordizzo, daisy edgar jones, florence pugh, chase sui wonders, olivia cooke (3/5 of her characters WHITE), admin kell has zendaya, samantha logan, madelyn cline, axel auriant, tom holland, timothee chalamet (4/6 of their characters are WHITE). altogether, 9/14 admin characters are WHITE - only 5/14 are PoC... way to set the tone for your own group, and then having the AUDACITY to tell an anon you're looking forward to seeing who THEY'D add to YOUR diversity? uhhhhh maybe you should do that yourself and show people you're for diversity? lmfaoooooo diversity isn't solely on your players... but, then again - they obviously don't care judging by their response. "invisible quota" damnnnn the privilege is strrrooonngggg. i didn't even check all the players' characters cause i feel as though i'd only be more angry/upset; but just by judging off of the admin stats - the players are probably at the same rate... i did only get 3/4 of the way down the females list and it's mostly white fcs... so.....

^ like.... YIKES. shoulda just let the top admin talk, cause the second addition is just.... distasteful? uncalled for? hm.

so, if you search their blog they get asks about the group being cliquey or not kinda frequently. i think more than they post tbh cause they're a bigger group. uh, i attempted to join today to see if that were true (even was gonna take up a wc to see if it would help me), and they're really strict on occupations, alone? like... kinda bizarre but they have a set occupations list, you can only apply as one of those or you have to run the occupation by the admin staff if it's not 'vague' enough? weird. controlling, even.

^i, in fact, did NOT understand. there's more to an aquarium than keepers..... idk, the admin team just screamed snarky and controlling at this point, so i didn't join and just decided to put this out there as an honest opinion on my part. ALSO - controlling that you need to change your name/alias to join the group if someone else shares a name with you :) LOVE being told I have to CHANGE MY NAME. LMFAOOOO TF?

also, just as a note: they spam the rp tags. their 2 months of running as a group was back in MARCH and they're still using 'new rp' as a tag... lmfao - y'all have 40 muns, open for over 3 months now, and STILL calling yourselves NEW? you're established at this point. also, their promos clog up the tags - i just had to block their promo blog cause it was all i could see.

BOTTOM LINE:

no care for diversity

rude/catty admins

lack of creative freedom for writers

basically a spam blog

*please note that this is all my opinion based on interactions i've had and from what i've seen. this opinion does not give anyone the right/nor does it ask of anyone to send hate

[carnelianwings]

Finally pulled off a 3-0 tournament at locals (we have a very small group of players here, most weeks we get like, 6-7 people and that’s it), actually pretty proud of myself for managing it considering the Prison Main played Prison this week (not G1 promo for the G4 Superior Ride though, and I think that saved me somewhat). Other thing that helped is I kept “losing” (read: winning) my dice rolls so I got to go second all 3 rounds - which tipped things in my favor since I was playing Chronojet this week.

Round 1: Luquier

This was a surprisingly long round, lots of well timed heals that went off on both sides (so they resolved) so I ended up having to Stride Faterider twice (second Faterider I hit a double heal that healed me down from 5 to 3 because my opponent was on 4) before going into Nextage for game - which took me down to 1 card in deck so that Nextage turn was a do-or-die.

Round 2: Bastion

Another solid round, mostly just a lot of back and forth, but he didn’t check a G3 on his first Bastion turn and I think that’s ultimately what decided the game in my favor in the end. Another game where I had to do Faterider x2 before going into Nextage.

Round 3: Prison

Ah Prison. Or as they like to tease me at locals, the match up that lives rent free in my head - but only because it’s a match up where I can’t just “let my deck do what it wants to do” and have to actively play around it and keep certain things in mind. Like making sure I empty Soul before end of turn. And mulligan for Gigi and G1 Mikani so I can G1 rush. And running cards like a playset of G1 Mikanis so he can “refund” his cost (if I SB1’ed to free him) or so I can give him to my opponent so I can free more units after. Which I did multiple times in that game. I still had to get lucky though (burning Soul to free units means I didn’t have as much for Gigi’s draw) for a blank-heal-OT on 4 on his second Purelight turn because I didn’t have enough to guard everything (the hand rip + Penetrate Aquas’ guard restrict is always a nasty combo) and I won on my turn (because he invested a lot of cards getting 10 into Prison - I wasn’t making it easy for him by keeping Soul relatively empty plus early game rush means he had to guard more on my first Faterider Stride).

All in all, a good week at locals, with some very solid games … even if I had to heal-OT my way out of a loss 😅

[nagalias-mindscape]

Bit of a self-promo, but also not? Just more "Hey, this is a thing I've been working on but there's nothing added to it to show you that I've been working on it" kinda thing. Hence the read-more section- you can skip over the whole thing. It's nothing important down there.

I've been playing around in RPG Maker MV for awhile. Been seriously thinking about making my own game and putting it online for folks to enjoy. Otherwise, it's just an idle passion project of mine that I work on in my spare time to relax. (And also because my sister seriously wants to play something I've made, but I have no clue how to port to mobile. That can be a future-me problem, though.)

I've been working on enemy fights since I'm at an impasse on the story line (and it's boring adding detail to the same building eight times in a row, just slightly different from each other), and was thinking of doing a multi-stage Final Boss fight. Cliche, I know, but still a decent staple. I've been stuck on it for weeks since I just couldn't get the event to trigger multiple times without it either instantly going to the final phase or just not triggering the second time. (Or, in some cases, just outright stop working and preventing anyone from taking a turn).

I finally got it working today, without fail. All events triggering 100% of the time without failure, in the order they're supposed to trigger. Now I gotta work on the timing of things. Slow down the transition from phase 1 to phase 2, and phase 2 to phase 3. That sort of stuff, but still far more feasible now that the main thing it hinges on is actually working. Troop Events + End Event Processing FTW!

(Then I got to add stats to the enemies so they're actually Boss-Material and not... weaker than a level 1 rat you encounter simply by sticking your hand into a hole multiple times.)

But I'm super excited with myself about this breakthrough, because now I have an idea on the ending of this silly little game of mine. Which means I now have a direction to push my narrative, which gives me soooo many more ideas.

[mybrainproblems]

#idk this is all conjecture. but it’s interesting to think about#don’t take my word as gospel truth 🤷🏻#also. full disclosure. I have not yet watched the finale#I’m still in s14 on my first layer seasons watch!!

okay, so i've watched 15x20 nine ten times now and this is really a good summary for exactly why these rumors persist about the "extra" ad break and the episode being "short" (hell, i was even ready to throw in on the extra ad break rumor)

people have either never watched it bc they heard it was bad, or they haven't watched it in three years bc yes, the episode is just not up to par with other spn episodes, nvm finales. and since it's more fun repeat a fun conspiracy than fact check, it keeps going around. (which i also parroted! until i decided to get out a stopwatch and check for myself in dec 2022!) it was also a rumor that got a lot of play by a couple of popular blogs in late 2020/early 2021 and it gained a lot of traction then.

so yeah. it's worth investigating! which i did and have been digging into for a year now. i had hit the dead end of not being able to find a version of 15x20 where the ad breaks were intact. which brings me to...

an extremely lovely person reached out to me last night to let me know that they had 15x20 on their DVR with ad breaks intact and pulled the rough timing marks for me without me even asking bc they are an absolute angel!!!

transcription of the timing marks in the second image:

1. mins 10-13 after boys catch vamp mime (yep 10 whole minutes!) 2. mins 17-22 (incl cw promo) after kids run out/vamp lineup enters 3. mins 32-35 after dean's death 4. mins 40-45 (incl jared walker promo) after sam walks out of bunker 5. mins 57-60 after bridge waving :\

which means i was extremely wrong in my first reblog guessing where most of the ad breaks were as someone who hadn't watched live and... there are no extra ad breaks from what I can tell? (as someone who actually works on this, please chime in if these look off! i would love to hear from someone who actually knows!) at least to me, it looks like they're at about the time slots i would expect for a normal TV episode? breaks 1&2 feel like they're close but idk. my knowledge is mostly in TV market research, not ad sales/buying (side bar: i adore being proven wrong with Facts, if i am wrong pls tell me!!)

what i think makes it feel like the episode is under 42min or that there might have been extra ad breaks (which i would totally have believed) is that not even midway through the 60min time block it runs into narrative concrete with dean's impalement. and then you have an entire second half of the ep where nothing happens and it is So. Slow. it's basically a single scene (dean's death) and then dean and bobby's short convo, followed by a couple of aimless montages with OG carry on and a cover of carry on back-to-back.

it is a WEIRD fucking episode. especially from a writer who is, at worst, competent. (i say this as a dabbfan & with love in my heart)

i have a post i just made with a list of major timing marks if anyone wants to take a look. (once i knew where to look they were SO obvious)

also bc it might contextualize my pov: i'm in the camp of "no major changes that weren't related to covid regulations were made between shutdown and starting filming again." i genuinely believe that the finale was screwed long before the reaction to 15x18. walker was the CW's follow-on show and they were looking for general audiences for that show, not destiel shippers. it's a really boring explanation, but i think it's the most likely. at a guess, last minute cuts were smaller adjustments and (my unprovable theory) waiting to see if they could get another song licensed for the montage.

ok so like. thinking about the fact that there was an extra commercial break in the finale

In 2021 I used to work for [major US cable company] on a team that manually scheduled all of the ads that aired on their network every single day. While the exact shit that airs gets put in there the day before by a team of approx 10 human beings (insane), the tv show schedule & the breaks themselves are SET IN STONE. It takes a really specific, heavy-hitting request from a network and a LOT of people & moving parts to make an extra commercial break happen. That shit is built into the system way in advance!!!!!

I wish I had thought to ask my coworkers if they remembered anything happening then. Things were ofc moving around a lot because of the election coverage, BUT that was in the news networks, not on the fucking CW. Do we think that request was made last minute??? how long did they plan to have that extra break in there?????? were they cutting that episode up until the last minute after the networks saw the reaction to 15x18??????? we will probably never know but it is gonna bug me forever

[sammyloomis]

okay so i finished new tales and i certainly have some Opinions (obviously spoilers under the cut)

lets start with the good at least

i guess its the same as when i did my episode 1 “review” i like the new characters and that never really changed through the whole game honestly the motion capture stuff grew on me, and i really liked how the models faces added lines to account for expression changes and individual moments within the overall story were fun, like the morgue scene and sink or swim

now the cons..... which is kinda.... everything else hh

i really hate how this game feels like a cash grab to ride of the first tales success personally, i didnt particularly care for the first tales as it was, but this one just felt.... soulless

i hated how a lot of lore was overlooked, and on a personal note im upset gaige didnt get a vaultlander figure despite every other vault hunter getting one?? AND some Non vault hunters for some reason?? i feel like she keeps getting overlooked and it makes me upset

also athena being at the ceo thing makes No sense, it felt slapdash especially since they just used her og tales model which kinda confirmed to me they didnt plan for it to be like that at all, they just wanted another familiar face at the table so they wouldnt have to introduce a new character

speaking of the new characters, where the fuck did they all go?? barring stapleface who reappears in episode 5 only to be killed off, they all are introduced and then Never heard from again presumably, theyre gonna be used future games, but even so, having them so prominently in the trailers and promo stuff, to have them all just??? go away??? weird choice

and the final thing is the pacing honestly, i didnt think it was That Bad until the final episode that “climax” took so fucking long, the tension was long gone before it got even half way thru it also, you cant expect a scene to stay tense when u keep putting jokes in it, or having octavio stand up to dance around to the hold music despite almost getting shot with a DEATH LASER 3 DIFFERENT TIMES FOR DOING THAT EXACT SAME THING

overall, i went into this with an open mind, and i really enjoyed the new main 3 characters, i wish id seen more of the supporting cast, but at the end of the day i really cant make myself overlook the glaring flaws of this game :[ ive come away from the story feeling kind of unsatisfied with how things shook out, and thats not to do with the ending i got (which was that all 3 of them lived but went their seperate ways)

ill give it like.... 4/10?? being generous with that tbh fghj

[homemade-ghosts]

do you think gina will be saying she loves ej back at all? i keep feeling like she will because she thinks she does love him. when i think of that scenario i keep wondering to myself how we get to what happens in ep 7 then? every other spoiler has been correct so i cant see why this would be the one spoiler that’s not but how do we get to gina saying she loves ei to That. i fear they’ll call ricky a rebound bc they have no media literacy and/or call gina a cheater 😭😭

always taking that way the fact the only shot we have for ep 8 is gina and ricky looking at each other while singing with corbin and miss jen in the middle to me means good things even without knowing spoilers but

If this season were longer, I'd say maybe (because there would be time for Gina to say it back and then, 2-3 episodes later, realize she was never really in love with EJ, she was in love with the idea of him) but given the limited time we have left this season + what we know about ep 7, I'd have to say no. If EJ does tell Gina he loves her, I don't think she'll say it back.

Gina, like Anna with Hans, saw her relationship with EJ through rose-colored glasses. He was her fantasy of the perfect first boyfriend...until he wasn't. The more Gina got to know Ricky, the more they connected, but it had the opposite effect with EJ. The more she found out about him, the more she felt like she couldn’t trust or rely on him, the more she realized just how disconnected they really are.

While I don’t think she’ll reciprocate the “I love you”, I do think it’s possible that they make up early into episode 6. Maybe EJ, knowing that Miss Jenn is currently on her way to camp to take over some of his directorial responsibilities, tells Gina that he promises they’ll spend more time together soon. He promises he’ll be there for her, that she can count on him. She reluctantly accepts and gives him a chance to prove it...but then, according to the 306 promo, he misses her “basketball triumph” (side note: I’m still unsure if this is a reference to a literal basketball game that the Blue Team wins for Color Wars or Gina’s duet with Corbin on the faux basketball court stage) and that’s the final straw. EJ claims he’s “the guy who shows up”, but he forgot a key part of showing up: you have to keep doing it. You have to put in the effort. You have to stick around. 

The rose-colored glasses are off and now they’ve got a crack right down the middle. It’s over. Gina knows she deserves more than this, she deserves someone who won’t just say he loves her, but actually work to show her that love (”love’s not a thing you get: it’s work and tears and sweat.”). Gina won’t settle for some superficial, hail Mary declaration of love & I hope she’ll tell EJ as much. 

I know this is probably unlikely, but whenever I imagine this scene I picture Gina saying something like, “For once, EJ, just be honest. You don’t love me, you barely even know me! All this lying and hiding and not apologizing? That’s not love. I deserve someone who’s going to be there for me, who can be happy for me without thinking about himself. I deserve someone--” EJ interrupts with, “Someone like Ricky?” & BOOM, there’s your set up for the events of ep 7.

No matter how that scene actually goes, even if they don't officially break up in ep 6, I feel pretty confident in saying that both Gina & EJ will know, by the end of the episode, that they can’t come back from this. 

As for your point about #them calling Ricky a rebound &/or Gina a cheater: no matter what happens, they’ll find a way to villainize Ricky & Gina and victimize EJ. No matter how much time there is in between the pw breakup and Rina officially getting together, they’ll still say Ricky is a rebound and Gina “hasn’t had enough time to process her breakup with EJ” and that she’s “being forced to move on too quickly.” It’s exactly what they’re doing with Ricky right now. Despite the fact that Ricky had an entire arc about learning to let go of his past and accept/embrace change that culminated in his breakup with Nini, despite the fact that he himself said he didn’t like the person he was becoming when they were together, despite the fact that he wrote 2 whole songs about how he was over her, they claim he’s still in love with Nini. Even after Ricky’s mind immediately went to Gina when he heard Carlos say “EJ, you’ve stolen the woman Ricky loves.” They still say if Nini was at camp, Ricky wouldn’t even look at Gina. It’s wrong and it’s annoying and it makes them look stupid, but that’s never stopped them before. I don’t expect their reaction to Rina later this season to be any different, honestly. They’re committed to misunderstanding this story.

About that clip from ep 8: It does look like everyone is a part of whatever song they’re singing there (pretty sure you can see a glimpse of the shirt Larry was wearing when they filmed the finale next to Sofia, so Big Red is there too) but I think it says a lot that Ricky & Gina seem to be looking past Corbin & Miss Jenn and directly at each other. Tbh, after all the leaks, it’s kind of nice that we don’t know much about the finale, IMO.

[amyscascadingtabs]

this is sappy but whatever. i wrote most of this before the season started (which is why i come off as reasonable and somewhat mentally stable about all of this) but felt appropriate to post it now as a thank you. ❤️

i have vivid memories from the night b99 was cancelled. the news came late evening my time, and i had been editing fic and checked twitter and there it was. loud and clear. i don’t remember which site it was but the picture was jake and amy with their wedding cake and that made everything feel even worse.

i remember freaking out even though i had been prepared, because those last days before the news hit on tumblr were... panicked. but i still freaked out to the extent that i ran outside in my pajama pants and hoodie and blue plastic slippers and called my mom, and then i walked up and down the streets where i lived in the darkness and cried in frustration as she tried to talk me down. i remember there were random guys with motorcycles out? but i was too hysterical to care. i’m pretty sure i screamed something to my mom about ”HOW CAN BIG BANG THEORY GET A BILLION SEASONS BUT THIS SHOW GETS CANCELLED????”

i know everyone who was in the fandom at the time has their cancellation story. what played the biggest part in mine was the fact that i felt like i hadn’t had enough time. really, i had only just become active in the fandom, only just started interacting with people on here and writing my first few fics, but i was absolutely loving it. it was giving me happiness again after a long period of emptiness and depressive feelings. when it was cancelled, what made me feel the worst was the fact that i’d had so little time – to make friends, write fic and react to episodes together. i felt deeply jealous of everyone who’d gotten more.

thinking about it coming to an end now has made me remember that night and those feelings of jealousy. because i did get more time. i got three more years. that night, i remember asking for just one, for a half, for anything, and i got three years.

and these three years have been a whirlwind of emotions and feelings and episodes and debates and discussions and gifsets and fanfic and asks and having this as my safe space while pretty much everything changed around me in the outside world, and i just want you all to know that i have never taken a single day of them for granted. this show could have been taken from me before i’d ever gotten the chance to grow with it and alongside it, and instead it was part of my life for three whole years.

i have a really, really good memory (four time quiz champion anyone? just me?okay <3), and i remember so much of it in such detail, and it's so weird to think about how long it's been when it also feels like yesterday.

i remember my first comment on peraltiago parenting experience, my first episode-related fic, the insane high after the renewal, staying up all night to watch the wedding live. i remember writing fanfiction on the beach while on vacation in greece, on a plane to berlin, at home on my parents balcony late late at night. i remember the honeymoon episode title being released, s6 starting filming again, the excitement over every little piece of news and finding about the cast directing. i remember labor fic and christmas fics and when i scroll back to pictures of my paris trip in january 2019 it's interspersed with a billion pictures of andy at the golden globes. i remember lighting my fairy lights in my little basement room and watching season 6 in bed at 2.30 am if it was a big episode, and watching it in the morning before fridays in high school most days. i remember writing post-ep fics during classes and on my phone on subways and trains. i remember the s7 news, and the casecation nerves and debates, and fucking kissgate. being named "the class amy santiago" by my friends when we graduated and getting a little silver paper plate to show for it. i remember the first fic exchange and inventing julian and simon santiago and i remember meeting @johnny-and-dora and eating wagamamas in manchester and talking about how simon santiago was DEFINITELY on the stairs and buying a little fake plant that i named andy plantberg (he's still in a box somewhere). i remember writing fic during slow hours in the ice cream shop i worked at. moving and putting up my framed b99 poster in my own apartment (very much still up). finding out about trying and everyone going fucking crazy. infertility fic. melissa's pregnancy news. s7 promo and standing outside my job the very first day and texting siân "AMY HAS TO PEE!!!!!???" because that was in the promo and we knew there were pregnancy tests involved in the first episode. the crazy happiness of s7 finally premiering. everyone going crazy about jake and amy deciding to start trying and how i could quote the scene verbatim the next few days. the week leading up to trying, what turned out to be the last normal week before the pandemic. the fucking MESS i was after that. the following week and ding dong and crying with happiness. being dizzy with hyperfixation joy the following day and barely feeling aware of the covid pandemic for the first few days because i was just thinking about jake and amy having a baby. getting through the first few weeks mostly because of b99. admiral peralta and finding out we were having a BOY and not even being disappointed even though the headcanon had been the opposite for years because it was perfect. the iconic b99 quizzes. lights out and mac being born. somehow managing 475 days before season 8, coping together when we got the news about the final season, watching the cast do their final day of filming. the first stream being interrupted by a storm warning and cutting out several minutes because of course. getting to see parents peraltiago and MAC and the insane speed with which those few seconds were giffed. more b99 quizzes. the vow renewal. the finale.

i remember all of it and so much more and as much as my heart is breaking, i’m trying to remind myself that i could have gotten none of this.

brooklyn nine-nine has been such an important part of my life. and it always, always will be, forever. i could have lost it all that night, and instead i got three more years. if i'd known that when i was walking the streets outside my house in the darkness in complete panic, i would have cried with happiness.

so thank you. all of you. for everything. ❤️❤️❤️ for the friendships, the joy, the asks, the debates, the fic response, EVERYTHING. whether we've shared three years or one or less, just know that i'm so grateful.

have some random pictures i found and screenshots from my private instagram (which is inactive so don't bother) from when i started this hyperfixation. jesus lmao 😭😭😭😭 i am less insane now. no i'm not. but i express it less on instagram.

[zephyr-crest]

i gotchu fellow LoT buddy

check out @fortheloveofexy and their brilliant post with tips here! they go over reblogging, likes, replies, and so on. very useful!

have a look at @exoflash and their post here that includes general rules for enjoyment and safety. including things like icons, filters, and tags.

@notemily has made a fantastic post welcoming users to tumblr which includes general tips, memes and inside jokes, the history tumblr went through (they have been here since 2007!) and other stuff. check that out here!

this post here goes over the buttons and a few other things like blazing a post, by @remzarci, which will help you with making posts!

heres another post by @remzarci about our bot problem. have a read through here!

@shayberri789 gives you a fantastic post (here) that gives you categories such as safety, starting out, etiquette, how to improve your experience, blocking, and more! and everything is colour coded :3

if you want more safety tips then @izayoi-sakuya has you covered in their post here! they go over things you shouldn't post

how did i learn? i pretty much walked to the deepest end of the pool and jumped in without knowing how to swim. i fucked around to find out. i've got a few original posts myself, though the majority is reblogs. if you draw/make something and you wanna share then go for it!! if you make something on youtube or artfight, or anywhere go ahead and promo it!! chances are there's someone out there who has the same interest! (eg: law of talos) but be sure to use tags accordingly! tags are your best friend.

and finally, there is a tumblr code. it's from way back but in rare cases you may experience it. person a says "i like your shoelaces" and person b responds "thanks, i stole them from the president". if i had to condense tumblr to one thing it would be that.

if you have any other questions lemme know! i'll try to help out :3 feel free to share this with anyone else who may in the same boat as you.

help

I have never used tumblr a day in my life. When i say this i mean like actually creating posts. Would someone be kind enough to walk through every element with me / atleast send me a link of something explaining it. Telling me how u learned would help as well, thank u.

[lubdubsworld]

Better Man.

~~~~~~~~~~~~`Just to see you smile, I’d do anything. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Taehyung x Oc

Rated 18 +

Post Divorce, Getting Back Together, Second chances, Angst.

Chapter 1    Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Do you ever truly know what someone is feeling?

You could spend decades , breathing the same air, hands held , your fingers brushing ....connected physically and even mentally but a person’s emotions, they’re hidden away. 

You only ever know what they’re willing to show .

And yet, 

all of us build relationships, convinced that we know exactly what the other person will feel when we act a certain way. Buying her flowers will make happy....visiting him at work will take away that little bit of stress.

But sometimes, what we think someone feels, may not be what they truly feel.

And that’s when your actions, well intended actions..... end up with disastrous consequences. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So....last night...” Jungkook’s teasing voice did nothing to ease the pounding in my head.

“I do believe you promised not to tease me about it if I drank two glasses of water, which I did by the way.” I told him firmly, trying to bring the words on my planner into focus as i squinted. Three meeting. Each two hours long. 

kill me now. 

“I wanted to ask HR to give you the day off but you have quite a schedule today. “ He said casually,  leaning over me to peer into the planner . I glanced at his wrist resting on the table, the expensive rolex showing that it was a little past 9. 

“ We’re planning out the Christmas campaign first and I have a meeting with Taehyung’s team in the afternoon so we can go over the contract see if they have any requirements and then the social media team in the evening at four to discuss promos and revamping the website.” I glanced up at him. 

He gave me a smile before casually leaning down, lightly gripping my chin and tilting my face up. I felt the brush of his lips against mine, fleeting and gentle. 

‘You’re beautiful.” He smiled. 

I blinked.

And then took a deep breath.

“Your wife...” I said softly. “ I saw her today.” 

Jungkook went completely still at that. 

“She was waiting in the lobby on my way up. I didn’t know who you were married to and I was a little shocked and also little upset because....” I glanced at him. “ She was my best friend in college. “

Jungkook swore. 

“Fuck.. I told her to stay the fuck away from my company. Did she say something to you?” 

i shook my head.

“I didn’t greet her because I wasn’t sure if she remembered me. And I wasn’t sure if i was remembering her right. i didn’t know she was your wife till i heard someone mention it in the elevator on my way up. Did you know that she and i knew each other?” 

Jungkook looked just a little guilty.

“When you first joined the company, she saw your resume on my cvomputer. told me a lot about you. She remembers you. Fondly. She wanted to come meet you but...things happened.  “ He shrugged.

Things like infidelity and divorces . 

“Ahh...” I smiled. “ Tell me i wasn’t another way to get back at your ex wife, Jeon Jungkook ssi...” 

He made a noise of protest.

“no... No of course not Christ...it’s just...I’ll admit she made me curious about you. She spoke of you being spontaneous and fun and wild and I’d seen you as this demure, elegant woman in the office. i was curious. I wanted to know which one was the real you. “

“Were you curious before she cheated....or after?”

“ Jang Mi...this isn’t what it looks like .. I’m done with her. She fucked my best buddy and ruined my fucking life...” He sounded pained. 

I frowned. 

“It’s hard to believe she would do something like that. The Aera i remember had a very strong moral compass.” 

“Yeah well, apparently, you can live whole entire lives with someone and never really know the person. Listen, do we really have to talk about my ex wife?” He asked, eyes shining with discomfort. 

I shrugged.

“I’m not fond of drama. I won’t tangle myself in a relationship that risks hurting a lot of people Jungkook. That’s just not the kind of person I am. I’m sorry.” 

He made a noise of impatience, shaking his head. 

“We won’t be hurting anyone... We have fun together. We like each other. We’re attracted to each other...that’s all that matters....” He said sharply.

“ If we were in our twenties , without kids ....maybe. But that's not how it is now. I have a son, you have a daughter and I think I’m not completely over my marriage yet.” I said softly. 

He froze.

“And i don’t think you’re completely over your wife either.” I smiled.

He glared at me. 

“Ex-wife.” He snarled.

“She makes you feel things, Jungkook. You need to sort that out before you start something new with someone else. I’m only saying this because we’re old enough not to 

He growled and punched the desk. 

“God, how can she keep ruining my life even when she’s out of it.” He muttered, stepping away from me and moving to the door. 

I watched him storm out of my office and bit my lip. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

By the time evening rolled around, I was exhausted. But the day had been productive and I was happy because the contract had been finalized, the theme had been decided and we’d also spent an amazing three hours redesigning the website. Although it wasn’t in my job description I had studied web design in college and the creative department always welcomed my inputs. 

“You’re in a good mood...” Taehyung’s voice was a complete surprise and I turned to him, shocked. He was dressed in a black t shirt and blue jeans and sneakers and looked a whole decade younger. 

I felt affection rise up my throat so fast I nearly choked. 

“What are you doing here?”

“My agent told me you guys were incredibly cooperative today. She also told me you were quite possibly the loveliest woman she’s ever met and that I’m an idiot to have let you go.” He smiled. 

I laughed, shaking my head and my gaze shifted to the small bunch of tiger lilies in his hand. 

I felt warmth bloom in my chest. 

“You remembered.” I said softly, pleased. 

“Thirteen years since our first date.  The lily to my tiger. ” He held the flowers to me and I grinned, pressing the flowers to my chest. 

“Man I feel old.” I muttered.

“You are old.” Tae grinned and i grimaced, before tossing him a glare. . 

“You’re supposed to say I still look as beautiful as i did thirteen years ago.” I said. 

“But you don.t” He grinned impishly. “ You look a billion times  more  beautiful.” 

I felt the atmosphere shift, the air charged with something dangerous and i looked away. Usually, this was when I would laugh and throw my arms around him. Pull him close and press my lips against his , slip my fingers into his t shirt and trace the skin of his back. Feel his hands on my waist as he lifted me up to twirl me around and kiss me just like that. 

How often had we kissed that way? Thirteen years is a long time to count the number of kisses we’d shared. 

We both stayed quiet, looking anywhere but at each other.

“I...there’s a reason I came.” He said finally.

I glanced at him.

“Oh?”

“The lawyer. Ms. Lee she ... recommended a relationship counselor”

I blinked, my breath catching in my throat. 

“Taehyung we’re-”

“Just hear me out. Its not mandatory and it won’t affect the divorce in anyway. its just something the court offers all couples going through a divorce and we’re free to refuse it. “

“Did you?” I asked. 

“Did I what?”

“Refuse it. Did you tell her no?” 

He stared at me. 

“No.” He said finally.

I exhaled sharply.

“Wow.” I whispered, feeling jittery and unbalanced. He sighed and came closer, reaching out to lightly grip my wrists. I let him tug me closer into a hug and held him tight, my heart pounding with anxiety.

“Mia.... I just... I’m not saying we should try to fix this.... relationship.” He said softly, eyes gentle and pleading, “  I just think this whole thing has taken a toll on both of us and maybe we can heal better if we get the help of a professional. Come out of this with closure. Instead of battling guilt and regrets everyday. Just ....it could help us move on. Don’t you think?”

You could never really tell what the other person is feeling. 

I couldn’t tell what Taehyung was feeling right now? 

Hope ?

Hope that we would fix our marriage....

or maybe hope that he would finally move on from me.. Maybe this whole thing was his final attempt to end things with me for good. So he could walk out of my life forever without any lingering guilt or regret. 

I would never know. 

I clung to him harder and somehow the pain of the entire two years we’d been apart, rammed into me at once. 

I choked on a sob. Breathing became difficult and I felt myself gasping for air. 

“Mia?” Taehyung’s panicked voice was the last sane thought that registered. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? I can stay the night if you want. I’ll sleep in the spare bedroom . ” Taehyung whispered,  seated on the warm fluffy blanket that he’d managed to dig out of the closet in the spare bedroom. i was already tucked into the bed, fingers clutching the satin lined edges . 

i shook my head.

“I know how much you need your gazillion pillows. Go on... I’ll be fine.”

“i feel terrible. i pushed you into a panic attack.”

I waved off the guilty words. 

“You didn’t . i was already a little frayed and i guess i haven’t really been processing all the stuff between us the way i should have. i just got a little overwhelmed.” 

A panic attack. At the age of 32. The last time i had one I was twenty four. I wanted to crawl into the bed and never resurface. 

Taehyung’s gentle fingers , stroking my cheek brought me out of my own head. 

“I was so scared.” He said softly and my heart ached.

“I’m sorry i scared you.” I said apologetically, gripping his wrists lightly and stroking the skin there with my thumb. 

“I really want to stay. i don’t think I’ll be able to sleep if I go home right now.” He whispered. 

I bit my lips. 

“Okay... but... You need to hug something. To sleep. “ 

He grinned at that. 

“I’m old enough to survive one night without a pillow, Mia .” he chuckled. 

I flushed, sinking deeper into the covers.

“Okay.” 

“You don’t have to worry about the counselor thing. I’ll tell Lee we don’t want to do any-”

“No!!” I said quickly, a lot  louder than I’d intended. 

Taehyung blinked.

“I just... I realized that I haven’t been dealing with any of this...the right way. I’m so confused and disoriented all the time and I .. I don’t mind getting some help. To sort things out. Just for myself you know...without the pressure of trying to fix...well us.” I finished .

Taehyung gave me a wide smile before bending down and kissing my forehead.

“ Okay, Mia mine. Sleep well, and I’ll see you in the morning.” 

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