#I’d always tell her boys should never make you question yourself

[paarksunghoon]

in non-tumblr related news I think I just officially “broke up” with one of my closest friends 🤩

definitely hurt but the one thing all of you need to know is she homewrecked a relationship and hid that from me because she knows I’m the only person who has ever, and will ever, tell her the truth

[multific]

Little You-s and I-s

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary: You and Tommy deal with the changes that come with your pregnancy.

Your pregnancy changed you a lot.

You became more sensitive to smell for example.

One evening, Thomas arrived home from the bar, and as soon as you caught the smell of drinks and smoke on him, you rushed to the bathroom.

Then there was the incident when you craved fish but before you could cook it, the smell of it caught your nose and again, rushing for the toilet you went.

Thomas was incredibly happy when you told him the news, having his own family with you was always a goal of his.

What he didn't like however is just how sensitive you became and one thing that set it off easily was his cigarettes.

Thomas smoked a lot, so for him to not be able to do that in his own home was a bit challenging, but he still found ways to smoke one or two in the furthest part of the garden. Even then, sometimes the wind carried the smell right back to you.

"No smoking and no drinks!" yelled Tom at John as he pulled out a cigarette.

"What? Why?"

"My wife is pregnant, she is sensitive to the smell."

"Oooh, it got that bad huh?" asked John as you entered the room with a tray, on the tray there were some cookies and tea.

"I'll appreciate if you can hold yourself from smoking just this once John, the smell of it just..."

"No problem, thank you for the tea."

"I'll leave you to it." you smiled at your husband who nodded before he turned to John, talking about business.

When lunchtime was approaching, both John and Tom found themselves in the kitchen where you were currently chopping up some carrots and crying.

"Darling, I'm sure the carrots don't mind us eating them."

"Tell that to the headless chicken in the oven, Thomas!" you quickly said back making both men take a step back, Thomas should have known not to argue with you.

Both headed into the dining room instead.

"Is pregnancy supposed to affect a woman this much?" asked John in a hushed tone.

"I think so? I'm no expert John. Arthur has children, he might know more."

"She is glowing though. She was crying but she still looked like a Goddess."

"Can't argue with that, John. But keep your wandering eyes to yourself, she is my wife."

"Does she always cry during cooking?"

"As of late, yes. Yesterday, she made salmon, cried her heart about as she was talking about the poor little fishies the one she cooked left behind. But then this morning, she cried when she made salad. Saying the potatoes didn't deserve to die this way."

"So, she is sensitive to smell, cries when the cooks, can't get worse than that, I'd say."

"She talks back like I have never heard before."

"Okay, I was wrong it can get worse. You mean to tell me, that my lovely shy sister-in-law talks back? The one who didn't dare to tell you she didn't like the ring you gave her?" Thomas made a face at John's confession.

"She didn't like the ring?"

"No, she said she wished you would have given her something more simple. But she didn't want to tell you because she would hurt your feelings."

"Well now, with my child under her heart, she is not afraid to talk from her heart. The other day she told me I should dress better, apparently my suits make me look old. Then she wanted to dance and when I said I don't have the energy she complained that I never have when it comes to her. This is true sadly, however, the latest one... oh Johnny, my boy just before you arrived, she told me to ask you not to smoke and when I told her that you will be free to do as you please, the look. That look I know well, it's the look of someone who is about to murder. She said I either tell you to not smoke or-" Thomas stopped as he felt a shiver run down his spine, both men turned towards the door only to find you with the food in your hands on a tray. 

You approached them and placed the food in front of them. The air was cold, John swore he could have cut the tension with a spoon.

"I told him he either asks you not to smoke or I will seriously question his position as the leader, as all leaders should be listened to and respected. And if he is not able to do so, then I shall take his place. So, you are not allowed to smoke John." John nodded, not even daring to look at you.

"Th-Thank you for the meal." John said.

"I know I can be a handful since I'm with child, I feel the change in myself, the doctor said it was hormones to blame, but I seriously hope you do not plan on talking our dear Johnny's ears off with my silliness, Dear Thomas. He doesn't have to know everything."

"Of course, Love. I apologize." Thomas grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on it.

John left soon after lunch and you were now washing the dishes as Tom was reading in the living room.

Once all dishes were done, you headed into the living room, a soft song playing as he was reading in his favourite armchair. He put the paper down when he saw you approach and you sat on his lap, your head on his chest as he continued to read with one hand as the other was now around you, comforting you.

"Am I really that annoying that you talk to John about it?"

"You are not annoying, Love. Odd, sometimes yes, but that isn't due to pregnancy." you giggled a little.

You were fine with 'odd'.

"I try to control it, you know?"

"Oh, God, is this the controlled version? I'm scared now for the uncontrolled one."

"It will get worse, I'm warning you because the doctor said last week that this will only grow as the baby does."

"It's alright, your body will change, I can take a few harsh words, I took bullets after all." he placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Do you want a girl or a boy?" you asked with a rather quiet voice.

"I don't really care, as long as both of you are safe and healthy."

"So you want a boy, got it." Tommy laughed you looked up at him, into his blue eyes. "I just want them to have your eyes."

"What if they don't?"

"Then we try until we have a child who does." you smiled at him as he looked at you.

"Just how many children my Missus want?"

"Oh, as many as my lovely husband would give me. We have a big house, it would be nice to have some life in it. Little you-s and I-s running around."

"I would like that. Honestly, I would like that very much. But let's see how you do after this one, then we will talk."

You hummed before you placed another kiss on his lips, letting him return to his paper as comfortable silence fell.

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[bookshelf-dust]

good night, bloodsucker

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 2,114

warnings: swearing, a little anxiety, fluff (let me know if i forgot something)

a/n: hi! this is a little short and sweet fic for you. i hope maybe someone will be into it. i’m starting to feel a little better about writing, and this one made me happy, so that’s something. also, this is dedicated to the one and only @clovermunson (the crowd goes wild!!) for having such a lovely brain and trusting me to handle this. i love you all to the moon and back. keep kicking ass. <33

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Wayne is unable to see the television screen but for a few seconds at a time. It’s making what was meant to be a relaxing night off…anything but relaxing. 

He huffs and sets his drink down. 

“Boy, would you quit your pacin’?” 

The boy in question scoffs, continuing to move back and forth across the room, occasionally pausing to peek out the window or fuss with something on the kitchen counter. It’s like somehow he thinks an idea will swoop in through the panes and seep into his brain. Like it will materialize before him and all will be resolved.

It’s been another five minutes of this when the elder Munson can’t take it anymore.

“Eddie!”

“WAYNE!”

He rubs his temple, chuckling at his nephew’s panic. He pauses the tv. 

“You gotta calm down, kid.”

Eddie slams his hands up against his face so hard that the slap resonates throughout the room. He peeks out from between his fingers.

“I know! I know. I just—this is our first date ever, and I have a tendency to be a royal fuck up, and I don’t want to ruin this.”

Wayne pats the cushion beside him, encouraging the boy to take a seat. 

“You won’t ruin it. She said yes to going on with you, didn’t she? Now all you gotta do is be yourself.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, preparing to argue, but Wayne holds up a hand. 

“There’s nothing to worry about, Ed. You’re already friends, aren’t you?”

“Well, yeah—”

“And you want to go out with her?” 

“Yeah, I mean—”

“Then I don’t see the problem.”

They both stop speaking, and Eddie looks at Wayne, eyes wide with nerves. 

“I don’t know how first dates work, Wayne! Can’t you just tell me what to do?”

Eddie slides down off the couch until he’s flat on the floor. 

Wayne scoots forward, looking down at his nephew. He’s much too big to be moping on the carpet. His hair is splayed out around him, and Wayne can’t help but think about how this has been Eddie’s default reaction to anxiety since he got dropped off on his doorstep. Some things never change. 

Eddie thinks his uncle looks incredibly wise, looming over him like this. “What plans have you got for tonight?” Wayne asks.

Eddie puts his hands under his head, feigning collectedness. “We’re seeing a movie.”

“Okay. A movie. What else?”

The boy gulps. “I thought I’d take her for ice cream. And that way we could sit and talk or whatever. Shit, is that a bad idea?”

Wayne reaches down and smacks Eddie’s knee, though the gesture is free of malicious intent. 

“No. You have a lot of bad ideas, but that isn’t one of them. I’m sure it’ll be fine, kiddo.”

Eddie sits up, mumbling under his breath. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, yeah, yeah.” He almost smacks his head on the coffee table when he stands.

He’s determined not to pace again, so he calmly, unnecessarily slowly, sits back down on the couch. He laces and unlaces his fingers. 

“Should I get her flowers?”

“Eddie.” Wayne downs the last of the beer he’d been nursing in one go.

Eddie looks at his watch. He doesn’t even have time for flowers. He’s been panicking for so long that he actually needs to head out so that he can pick you up and you won’t think he forgot about you—

He stands just as quickly as he’d sat down. “I gotta go, Wayne.”

He follows Eddie to the door and meets his eyes. The very same doe eyes that have always gotten him what he wanted. Because Eddie is a suck-up, and Wayne always gives in. 

“Just be yourself, alright? You're gonna be fine. Treat her nice, watch out for her. Make sure she’s comfortable. And have a good time.” 

Wayne presses a rough kiss to Eddie’s forehead, though it’s over his messy bangs. Wayne Munson is a surprisingly affectionate person, especially towards people he loves, no matter how brooding his demeanor is. 

“Okay. Yeah, I got this. I’m a gentleman. It’s gonna be fine.” 

Eddie’s halfway to the van when he realizes he was lost in hyping himself up and forgot his keys. Wayne notices though, and tosses them to him from the front steps. It’s pure dumb luck that Eddie catches them. 

“Good luck, Ed.”

“You too!”

Wayne sees Eddie smack his head against the steering wheel in anguish. He laughs it off, stepping back inside the now quiet trailer.

“Get a grip, goddammit,” Eddie fusses to himself, pulling out of the park. “Get a damn grip.”

————

“You really have a type, don’t you?”

Eddie’s looking at you, eyes wide with glee, cheeks all rosy from laughing. 

“Maybe. But I guess it works in your favor, doesn’t it, Munson?”

He tosses your shared empty popcorn bucket in the trash. You’re still sipping on your Icee, the blue raspberry flavoring having turned your tongue blue. 

“That it does.”

Eddie realized after the movie had started that you seemed to have the hots for every damn vampire on the screen. And he couldn’t help but notice the subtle similarities between the looks and interests of those characters and himself. 

“It’s not my fault you’re all so pretty.”

He holds the door open for you. It’s one of the many sweet gestures he’s provided you with over the course of the night. He’s opened every door. He ordered your popcorn, helped you up the stairs in the theater, and now he’s waiting while you finish your drink—albeit a little obnoxiously just to tease him. 

“Is that a compliment?”

You pull on the chain attached to his belt loop. “Yep. You’re very pretty. And I’m glad I waited to see this with you.”

Eddie’s blushing. He’d try to hide it if he weren’t so intrigued by your words. 

“Waited?”

“Yeah, I had a friend ask me to see The Lost Boys with them on opening night, but I really wanted to see it with you. Figured you’d like it, too.” 

He leans in and sweetly presses his forehead against yours, just for a moment. 

“Well that’s cute. And I did like it. I’m honored you wanted to see it with little ‘ol me.”

“I think I’d like to see all the movies with you.” The words are leaving your mouth before you can second guess yourself, and the look on his face is completely worth it. 

“Shit, you really are just making me feel special tonight, huh?” 

You’re still messing with the chain on his jeans, but your fingers move upward, finding purchase on a patch sewn onto his vest. The messy stitching feels comforting against the pad of your finger. 

“You are very special, Eddie.”

He won’t argue with you. Not when he can tell that you’re being earnest. When it’s practically emanating from you. You think you could dedicate your heart and soul to him, worship him like he’s some ancient deity, and you’d never grow tired of him. 

“Right back at you, sweetheart.” You grin at his words, and suddenly he’s feeling loads more confident knowing he can make you so giddy. He can’t believe he landed a date with such a fucking gem. 

“You want a milkshake?” he asks, raising a brow. 

“‘Course I do. I’m not a psycho.”

Eddie snorts. It’s a cute sound. One you’re very pleased that you got him to make. 

“There’s a place up here, on the corner. We can walk, but we have to cross the street a couple times, so I think you’re gonna have to hold my hand.”

You’re sure you’ve never smiled so brightly. So stupidly, head over heels for the boy in front of you. He bends at the waist and extends his hand. 

“I think you’re right. That seems like the very best option.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.”

You slide your palm against his, and you’d be embarrassed at the sheer amount of butterflies in your tummy if you weren’t so happy to be holding Eddie’s hand. 

His rings collide with your own, and his thumb starts rubbing over yours almost automatically, as if this is something he’s been doing with you forever.

He swings your entwined hands during the short walk, and you don’t know it, but secretly he’s trying to memorize each line, each dry patch or scratch that covers your skin. He could hold your hand forever. 

When you’re in line, waiting on the milkshakes he ordered for you, again, you slide your other hand up his arm until it rests on his bicep, and Eddie thinks he might melt right there on the shop floor.

You resting your head on his shoulder just about ruins his life. He catches you looking at his hand, and before he knows it you’re bringing it upward, pressing your lips to the back of it and adjusting the bracelet on his wrist.

“You should let me paint your nails.” 

Eddie meets your eyes. He doesn’t look freaked by the idea, rather like he’s contemplating letting you do so. 

“Okay. You wanna go next door and find some polish after this?”

You lift your head, and there’s a little mark on your cheek from a crease in his jacket. Eddie presses his thumb against the mark and smiles. 

“Really?” you ask. 

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” you grin. You squeeze his arm a little tighter, and the look on your face makes Eddie realize Wayne was right. There was nothing to worry about. 

————

Eddie’s hand rests on the center console in his van. It’s still parked outside the theater. 

You had your cup resting there too, but with each sip you took, chin against the lid, Eddie was still worried you’d spill it. Not because of the mess it’d make, no—he’s made tons of messes in his car. But because he couldn’t bear to see you cry over spilled milkshake. You let him taste it, and it is pretty damn good. 

So now, Eddie holds it in the hand that’s supposed to be drying. You lift your head up, and he tilts the straw towards you, allowing you to take a sip. The excitement on your face every time he does it makes him feel like he could sit here and feed you for the rest of his life. 

He thinks he may be in deeper than he realized. Hell, he’s allowing you to paint his nails in the van, the window cracked and music turned down lower than it has ever been. 

Every once in a while you catch glimpses of conversations coming from the passing moviegoers, and you’ll both giggle simultaneously. This evening has felt like some fever dream, something Eddie never would’ve imagined he’d experience, let alone deserve. 

You stick your tongue out and pull up Eddie’s hand, appraising your work. Once satisfied, you start putting on a layer of clear polish. Eddie tries to read the teeny words on the bottle over the lid of his own cup. 

“What’s that for?”

“Seals it all in and keeps it on longer. Figured this might give it a chance at outlasting your daily escapades.”

He laughs. It’s a slow, sweet sound, and you wish you could bottle it up and take it home with you. 

Eddie holds his nails up to the air vents. You grin at him, tucking the bottles of nail polish into his jacket pocket so he can keep them. 

He leans his head towards yours, but he can’t quite reach. “C’mere, pretty please.”

You incline your own, and he presses his lips to your forehead. You feel yourself flush. 

“Thank you, sweetheart. I really like them. Very metal.”

You let out a breath of a laugh. “I’m glad you like them, Eddie. I had a really good time tonight.”

“I did too. Maybe next time you’ll let me paint your nails?”

You swipe your thumb over the very prominent dimple that’s appeared on his cheek with the way he’s smiling at you. 

“Of course I will. Next time you can pick the movie.”

“Deal.”

When Eddie drives you home shortly after, you get another kiss on the forehead. He can’t help but think, watching you go up your front steps, that you really do deserve some nice flowers. What he doesn’t know is that you think the same thing about him.

You unlock the door and turn to face him one last time for the evening. 

“Good night, bloodsucker!” you shout, grinning and hoping he’ll laugh.

He does. Success. 

He really is gonna have to stay away from Chinese for awhile. But it was worth it. Just like he thought, he’s head over heels. Maybe you’re the vampire. 

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

[jomiddlemarch]

A letter always seemed to me like immortality

Everyone Diana wanted to write to was dead.

Walter, what seemed like a dozen lifetimes ago, at Courcelette if his last letter to Rilla was to be believed; Diana had often wondered whether he had already considered himself a dead man walking before the day of the last battle, the boy he’d been destroyed beyond repair or rebirth.

Aunt Leslie, whom she’d found it easier to talk to than her own mother, perhaps because she’d also had a brother she adored. Perhaps because she’d left Glen St. Mary and never missed it. 

Perhaps because Leslie liked whiskey better than tea, newspapers better than poetry. 

Una, who’d been too pale since she barely survived nursing her father and stepmother through the Spanish flu, who’d been someone everyone underestimated or decided to treat as a martyr, who would not have judged Di the way her own sisters would. 

Rosalind Foyle, whom she’d had to ask about as discreetly as she could, counting on her general reception as a cheerful and polite Canadian, not much like a bossy Yank, to yield her the few details she’d squirreled away. An artist, a mother. A beauty. Better-bred than her husband, well-liked, she’d had elegant hands and never forgot to wear gloves.

Diana only wore gloves to operate and if an actual gale was blowing in a blizzard.

Who had thought all she wanted was to go to France, to make something of her life that would last her the rest of it. That might make the rest of it of a duration she could bear, an end her family could cope with or justify why she’d never return to PEI.

Dear Una, You’re the best one to write to, I think. The one who’d mind the least, like it the most. The least awkward for me to imagine reading this, the least likely to tell me something I don’t want to know. I leave for France in a few weeks and now I don’t want to go. Or rather, I do and then I don’t. There’s something holding me in England now, something to do with Walter, a mystery. Men, who’ve died. A man who’s alive, very much so.

A man I want to know. His name is Foyle. Christopher. He knew Walter, said Walter knew him as Kit. Everyone calls him Foyle or sir or Superintendent. Christopher. Oh Una, I thought this was behind me. That it was something I’d never have to deal with, some sort of consolation of being a woman in a world missing a generation of men. I thought I wouldn’t know this and that was a relief, watching you and Rilla and Nan. Faith. Mary. I thought it was fair, that I’d never know heartbreak like this. And now there’s Christopher. A half-dozen dead men. Walter’s poem. And France, waiting for me. I have to go, I know that, but how do I go wanting to stay here, a place I can’t call home. Wanting to come back.

Christopher. I like writing his name because I oughtn’t say it often. That’s what a young girl does, lovesick, dull, embarrassing herself, making everyone around her smile behind their hands unless it’s Miss Cornelia, scolding you for making a fool of yourself and for what, a man? What’s a man worth, I ask you—can’t you hear her say it, tart, ready to wash her hands of us— I don’t care what a man’s worth, Una. Just Christopher. And I can’t answer the question, not to satisfy Miss Cornelia or you or myself.

You’d write me back something comforting, if you could. If you hadn’t died before your time, twice over, after the telegram, after the epidemic. I should have insisted you leave before me or with me. I should have told your father you were worth more than all the rest of them put together or made Dad send you away to convalesce, somewhere warm, where you might have lolled about, turning brown in the sun. I’ve said I’ll go to France and sew up the men who need sewing up. Cut off the parts that need cutting off. I’ve said that’s my life, my vocation, as important as Mother’s poetry, as Walter’s, as the babies Jem delivers and the columns Ken Ford writes, and it must be but now there’s murder and Christopher to contend with, a dozen mysteries at the heart of me. For it seems I’ve a heart after all, Una. It beats and beats and leaps when it oughtn’t. It will break, I know it shall.

Christopher. I’ll take a dream in lieu of a letter. A flower, out of place, in lieu of a word. Answer me if you can, Una. You can’t and I know that, but I’ll still hope, silly Di Blythe.

She put the letter in an envelope but left it unsealed and unaddressed.

Left the envelope in an otherwise empty drawer of the desk in her flat. If she didn’t return from France, well, that didn’t bear thinking about too closely. If her papers were sent back to Canada, her father would likely burn the letter rather than let her mother see it unless if gave it to Nan, thinking her twin would derive some comfort and, happily married to Jerry, the bonny wife and mother Di had not made of herself, could weather any pang it gave her.

If somehow it ended up with Christopher, he’d know how she’d once felt.

She could make that happen, writing his name across the white field of the envelope, but that was too much like a dare, and for all she was her father’s daughter, she still had her mother’s wise fear of the fey.

She’d written his name enough. She’d hope she’d come back to say it.

[jjtheresidentbaby]

hi! pls dont feel pressured into doing this!! but could u write aunt may with little!reader who's been lately regressing more often and in a younger headspace and they feel bad abt it-

so one day little!reader just went quiet the whole day not playing their toys not asking for anything, just quiet. And its so uncharacteristicly not them! so May finds out whats happening and comforts lil!reader thank you!<3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I’m sure ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

|| aunt may & reader

a/n: this got extremely self indulgent hope you don’t mind — also hi I’ve been gone for awhile but I swear I’m still working on requests and trying to write more, I’ve just had a lot going on lately and haven’t found as much motivation to write

warnings : reader being insecure about their regression, nicknames, reader is referred to as ‘bug’ cause I think that’s something may & peter would use :), slight baby talk

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May chews on her bottom lip watching where you sit on the couch, there’s a movie going but she can tell you haven’t been paying attention to it, you seem caught up in your head. As you have for the past week or so.

She had noticed the change almost immediately and tried to give you moments where you could tell her what was wrong in subtle ways; taking you to ice cream just the two of you, walking in the park with no distractions around, spending a few extra minutes combing your hair in the morning— none of it seems to be working. Even Peter has noticed your drop in energy and enthusiasm about playing with your toys or wanting to help cook dinner like you normally do.

It’s what May’s doing right now, most nights it’s you and May cooking while Peter’s out on patrol so he’ll have a warm meal to come home to. It doesn’t feel the same not having you next to her as she stirs vegetables around in an oiled pan, you weren’t there to list off each vegetables name or measure out the oil and May thinks it’s making the food look a little depressing.

She sighs and clicks the stove off, shaking her head to herself before turning towards the living room. She can’t take how quiet the normally loud and busy apartment is.

“Bug? Can I talk to you for a minute?” Your head turns to May with a nod as she slides onto the couch beside you.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit quiet lately and I just wanted to ask if everything’s alright? You know you can talk to me about anything.” A reassuring smile spreads over May’s face, staying quiet for a second to give you time to process the question and think your answer over. She knows when you regress it can be more difficult to answer heavier questions as quickly as you normally would.

“M’okay. Just feel kinda bad.” Her brow furrows as one of her hands comes to cup your cheek, concern clear as day on her face.

“Feel bad about what honey?”

“I’ve felt smaller then usual, I don’t like it.” You huff and May shakes her head.

“Why don’t you like it? You know I’ll watch over you no matter what.” It’s something that you joke about often, how May can’t refuse any caregiving role when her nephew is a boy that can climb on ceilings at any moment he so pleases.

“Can’t do as much when I’m smaller, I need more help and stuffs.” You shrug, shoulders hunched in a way that makes Mays chest ache.

“Oh sweetheart I’ll always help you, you regressing younger doesn’t change how much I love taking care of you.” Her thumb brushes softly against your cheek, eyes wide and caring when you look up to meet them.

“You sure?” You ask quietly. May’s mouth falls slightly ajar before she pulls you into her arms, squeezing tight like she does with every hug, tucking her chin atop your head with a shaky breath.

“Of course I’m sure, I’d never stop taking care of you.” You nuzzle a little further into May with a nod, letting yourself relax into her hold, letting the anxiety you’ve felt for weeks slip away and the comfort May brings replace it.

“Now, wanna come help make dinner Bug? Peter should be home soon.”

[maeleelee]

You’re my future.

I had gotten really sad last night because of my personal life and really needed something to make me happy. So I wrote a drabble.

Wooyoung x reader.

Fluff to the max if you ask me.

She sat there sighing. He was supposed to meet her here, at the coffee shop he recommended. The only good thing that happened was the coffee she had gotten.

She knew dating would be difficult after she got out of her marriage. She loved the man but he didn’t love her enough so she left. She couldn’t beat herself up anymore. “Bunny.” She turned her head and smiled softly as her best friend Mar sat down in the seat in front of her.

“Cassi told me you were here. You okay?” She shrugged.

“Yeah. This is the second time this week. Guess they don’t want someone who’s been used.” She mumbled towards her best friend.

“Don’t do that to yourself y/n. You’re amazing and the right person will come in and sweep you off your feet.” Mar smiled at her. “Please know that none of these men are worth any of your time. Now get up, we’re going back to mommy’s house.” Mar held out their hand.

Y/n grabbed Mar’s hand and stood up, as they were heading out the door, y/n accidentally bumped into someone and coffee hit her and the floor. “Shit. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” She mumbled out. She looked up and froze when she saw the man in front of her. “Wooyoung?” She questioned.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” He smiled brightly. Fuck did she love that smile. They had been close friends in high school and then in college. They only fell out because she got her dream job at a bakery and he became a chef in a different country.

“I think I should be asking you that.” She giggled. “Oh! This is my bun bun, Mar. Mar this is Wooyoung. We were best friends in college.” Y/n smiled.

“Highschool too. Nice to meet you Mar.” He smiled brightly. “What are you doing in town? How’s the husband?” Her face dropped and his eyes widened. “Oh shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t-“ She cut him off with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“I left him. It wasn’t going well and trust had been broken and yeah. Just, I decided I needed to look out for myself.” She shrugged.

“Good. I didn’t like the douche. He wasn’t good enough for you. You’ve always deserved to be treated like the princess you are.” He smiled as he touched her cheek softly.

“Are you flirting again?” The three looked over and y/n giggled at the boy.

“Hey Yeosang.” Y/n smiled and waved.

“No way! Y/n how have been.” He smiled at y/n.

“I’m good. This is my bun bun, Mar. Mar this is Yeosang. Another friend from school.” Mar giggled as she watched y/n turn red as Wooyoung moved to push hair behind her ear.

“We have to get going and I’d like to get the coffee off of me. I’ll see you around.” She smiled at the two boys and headed out the door with Mar.

~

“I need you to stop spacing out and talk to me. Why did you never tell her you loved her?” Yeosang asked Wooyoung as they sat at the table. Wooyoung had got a new coffee.

“Because when I was finally gonna tell her she got with her ex. I never had the chance to show her I could treat her better. He pulled her away. And we went overseas.” He sighed.

“I think we should go see if she still works at that bakery tomorrow and you finally tell her you’ve liked her for years. You both deserve to be happy and the way she smiled and blushed when you stood in front of her tells me she at least likes you.” Yeosang told the boy. “This is your chance. Go for it.”

~

Y/n smiled as she walked into the bakery with Kayla next to her. “You ready for today?” Kayla asked her. She shook her head and sighed.

“I almost called out. I just feel like the world is caving in on me again.” Y/n mumbled as she moved around cupcakes and muffins.

“Baby.” Kayla pouted.

“I’ll be fine. Reasons I still came in.” Y/n smiled at Kayla but it didn’t reach her eyes, which continued to happen more often than not now. It made Kayla sad watching the once happy y/n be so hurt. They had finally gotten everything ready for the day and all the muffins out.

The doorbell rang and Kayla smiled and shouted a ‘hello’. “Hi. I’m looking for y/n.. does she still work here?” Y/n poked her head up from behind the counter and smiled.

“Well hello there.” Kayla watched the smile, on y/n’s face, go to her eyes. “What can I do for you?”

“Go to dinner with me? Whenever you’re free?” Wooyoung asked her.

“I get off at six thirty. Pick me up?” She said, giggling lightly.

“I’ll be here bunny.” He smiled and walked back towards the door.

She looked at Kayla who was looking at her with a raised eyebrow. “Bunny, huh?” Y/n’s face got red and she pouted.

“We were best friends before I got married. We really liked Zootopia and decided I was the bunny and he was the fox. It became our thing.” She smiled as a light blush went across her cheeks.

“You know they end up together at the end of that movie, right?” Kayla giggled.

“I-“ y/n froze and pouted at her. “Don’t jinx it. I always liked him. I just never thought he felt the same so I moved on.”

“Well, I think it’s safe to say he likes you too, bunny.” Kayla smirked as she started doing more stuff around the store. Y/n stood there, flustered and all smiles.

~

“Hi.” She was smiling at Wooyoung, who was holding out flowers. “I hope you like them.”

“You remember my favorite flower?” She looked at him.

“I remember a lot about my future.” He whispered to her. She looked back up at him as she grabbed the flowers.

“Your future?” She questioned.

“You. You’re my future. I’m not letting you get away again.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. “He took you from me and I hated myself for not telling you how I felt for the longest time. I want to show you how much someone can actually love someone. I’ll prove to you that happy endings do happen and that you’re so worth it. One chance, that’s all I’m asking for.” He looked at her.

“Kiss me.” She whispered and he did just that.

He pressed his lips to hers and she knew he was the one. The one she had been waiting on her whole life. He was her home and she was his.

Taglist:

@bunnyiix @acrylishly @babyboyquokka @littleleatabixx @imagine-a-life-like-this @mxnsxngie @cadenonlinelive @weird-bookworm

[askbensolo]

Hey Ben!

I first found your blog when i was 13 years old and i just turned 18! I’ve been watching (or rather reading) as you’ve grown, and I’d like to say that you seem to have turned out to be a pretty great person. Even though I hadn’t faced the same challenges as you, it was really comforting to know that i was not alone with personal struggles, and just how hard growing up is. Thank you for being you and sharing that with so many people! I head off to university when my planet transitions to fall, and since you’re out of school now do you have and recommendations for college/university? It seems like such a daunting change, but you seemed to have handled it well. (I mean you did graduate so that’s a pretty big success!) Again I’m super proud of you!

-P.S.

Im glad that you’re getting back in contact with Fannie! You should totally invite her on a day out (go to a park, hang out in a market, etc.) I think those are great ways to better connect with someone if they feel a little distant. (plus that could be a perfect opportunity to ask her if she would like to move in with you)!

Thanks! Stay Awesome Ben!

Hey anon! Congrats on becoming an adult! It’s okay if you don’t feel like one yet, haha—Force knows I didn’t when I was eighteen. I’m glad I could share my growing-up experiences with you and everyone! And I'm glad you think I'm a decent guy. I try. Well, usually.

Congrats on getting into university! Oh, what? You're asking me for advice? Well, yeah, I guess I did graduate, heh. Sure, I'll give it a go.

Don’t freak out about not knowing how to do stuff—like not knowing how to buy groceries, or sign a lease, or navigate local speeder lanes, or apply for a job, or any of that. I used to not know how to do any of that. I was freaked out. But somehow, I learned. And now it’s no big deal. Older students and the holonet are your friends when it comes to figuring that stuff out!

For the love of the Force: take care of yourself. Whoever was taking care of you when you were a kid isn’t there anymore. The seven-year-old in you is gonna think that means you can eat ice cream for dinner and stay up till 2am every night. Don’t. Do. That. You’re gonna need to be your own mom now. Or, you can pretend my mom, the OG Space Mom™, lives in your head and lovingly judges your life choices.

Question the things you’ve been taught. And when professors tell you to question the things you’ve been taught, question their questioning too. But don't question things forever. You need to decide what you believe about things, 'cause otherwise someone else is gonna decide for you.

You don't have to choose certain classes (or even an entire major!) just because they line up with your interests. For example—I tried taking a poetry class. Hated it. I didn't like having my creativity cramped by assignments, and I didn't learn anything I didn't already know or couldn't learn on my own.

Don’t feel pressured to date in college. I didn't date anyone (yeah, I know, you're so surprised). Sometimes I felt like I was being left behind, 'cause I saw so many of my friends get into relationships...but, I saw some nasty breakups, too. Things happen when (and if!) they're meant to happen, so there's no need to stress about it. You know?

Try new stuff! Yeah, it sounds cliche. But I let my roommate drag me to the gym when I was a squishy noodly boi, and now lifting's my thing. You never know what you might be into!

Always keep the big picture in mind. Sure, it may feel like the end of the galaxy when you flunk an exam or fail a class. But do you really think you’re gonna care about that when you’re like, fifty? Nah bro. Keep it chill. And sometimes that even means dropping out of a minor or an honors program, if you look into the future and realize it won't really make a difference.

Don't do deathsticks. If anyone offers you deathsticks tell them to go home and rethink their life.

That's all the advice I can currently think of, though I'm always happy to share more from my infinite (not really) stores of wisdom! And thanks for your advice, too—those totally sound like things Fannie would be into.

Thanks for reaching out! You're gonna do great at college, little buddy!

[ruruumin]

sunsets.

₊˚ ᗢ kazuha x fem!reader, modern au.

⤷ based on character.ai responses.

“Would you be happy, even if we are apart?” You asked, staring off into the horizon with what he could only describe as a questionable expression. The sun was beginning to set, its orange hues blossoming for a moment to bear witness to your concerns. 

For a while now, you’ve wondered what life could have been without him. For someone who claimed to be a wanderer, he seemed comfortable leaning his head against your shoulder. He seemed all too comfortable holding your hand when it rains. Too comfortable pressing his lips against your forehead as you doze off into sleep, unable to study more than you already have for the night. 

He was once a boy the size of a small scooter. Used a cry a lot when he fell or hit his head on the table. Always begged his mother to buy him ice cream whenever it was a hot summer’s day. Now he’s grown into a capable man, one that has dreams of becoming a poet. You don’t see him as the little boy who sought to play tag on playgrounds. He was no longer the middle schooler who would spray water in your face with a toy gun. No longer the high schooler who would sell milk tea for the tennis team. Things have changed, haven’t they?

You turn your head to gaze at his autumn eyes. His blond hair and red streak dance alongside the wind. The color never failed to amuse you. You’ve always found it quite silly that no matter how hard he tried, blond and red always suited him. It was an odd color choice, something that you’ve poked fun at many times in junior year. But you’ve grown used to finding him in crowds. 

He calls himself a wanderer, yet he stays too long by your side. You press your lips together. For him to be tethered to you seemed unreasonable. Pitiful, even. You never wanted to hold him back, and yet, you feel as if you are. You think of yourself as the anchor that is sitting at the bottom of the ocean for too long. One that resists change even with the strongest of tides. 

“Well, I’ll always be happy. But I’d be happier if we could be together, of course.” He replies, his voice sounding melodic as ever. He knows faintly the reason why you ask this question. He has seen your messages to Lumine countless times. Conversations that were only meant for you and her somehow slipped out and captured his attention. It was not by any means intentional. You had your phone open while you slept. He merely glanced at it.

His fingers brush against yours. “But if we’re apart, I’ll still want you to be happy. I want you happy, healthy, well. And with or without me… I will always be rooting for you.” 

He understands that things are tough for you. A lot of things have been hard. Studying has worn you out. Going to classes became more of a chore. Hanging out with friends has become exhausting. If he were to tell you that you were someone he spent his entire life waiting for, you might crush yourself with immense guilt for holding him back. You might say: “You should have chosen someone else” or “You could have loved someone other than me.” Though truthfully speaking, he doesn’t want to love anyone else but you. He would be fine living his life hopelessly chasing after you. Even if it is unfair and cruel, he was willing to wait. 

You were more cruel to yourself, he thinks. If he were to ever say those words, a piece of your soul might crumble. So he keeps it inside. He knows the guilt that weighs at the pit of your stomach every time you make mistakes. He notices every time you stop eating. When your body grows weak and your brain becomes foggy, he could see it all like the back of his hand. It hurts him just as much as it does for you. He does not compare your pain to his. But he could only hope that by being with you, he could help you see the good that awaits. 

“You’re worth fighting to make happy. It doesn’t matter if we are apart or together, I’ll always be there for you, alright?”

Change is not easy, and he understands that better than anyone else. It might not be natural. It might be hard. As long as you’re willing to put in the effort to acknowledge them, he believes that you’re turning in the right direction. 

“Kazuha…” You dragged out his name, sniffling as you wiped away your eyes. He frantically reaches out to you with a worried look. Your hands grip his beige cardigan, your nose buried deep into his shoulder as you hiccup. You lean against him as your body falls limp in his arms. 

His face glows a bright red color, something he is thankful you couldn’t see underneath your tears. You press your face into his chest, letting your body melt together. You sucked in a deep breath. As always, he smells of maple leaves and early autumns. The scent never changed. You find it strange that he never changes his cologne. Had it not been for the situation, you might have even teased him for never changing it. At the end of the day, it is comforting, and you don’t know what you would do without him. 

“Sh-hey! It’s okay!” He squeezes you tightly. “Don’t cry okay? I can’t watch you cry.”

He brushes away loose strands of your hair. Even though you may not be looking at him, he knows that you could feel the quickening beat of his heart. His fingers comb through your slightly messy locks while his other hand pats your back. 

“We’re here right now, aren’t we? Just you and I. We can get through this.” 

You nod your head. 

“So no crying, alright?” 

[ofnotakook]

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[clairelsonao3]

Characters Out of Context Tag

I have @j-1173 (whose post is here) to thank for this procrastination tactic today! The challenge is as follows:

Rules:

Include one character quote — of your choosing ⁠— from each chapter of your WIP (or as many chapters as you'd like)

Give absolutely no context, save for what's between two parts of an interrupted sentence, should that occur. You may mention who said it.

Have fun, no pressure!

I gave myself some additional rules: Since I'm up to 23 chapters of GSNBTR, there's no reason not to include one quote each from ALL the major primary and secondary characters up to this point, so I'm going to do that (it won't quite equal out to one per chapter, so the MCs will get a few extra ones!). And because I'm doing that, I'm going to try to choose quotes that kind of encapsulate the "essence" of each character, or at least who they were at that point in the story. Wish me luck!

Oh, and I'm not going to mention who says what because that makes it more like trivia. And if there's anything I love, it's trivia!

Ch. 1

“Is that any way to talk to me?”

Ch. 2

"What have you so-called ‘experienced slave handling professionals’ been doing to the poor kid?"

Ch. 3

"Now a guy can’t even have sex with his own property without some social justice warrior calling it rape?

Ch. 4

“And calculus, and physics, and engineering. If I were free, I’d be a certified nerd,” he said. “And probably rich, too. But who’s complaining?”

Ch. 5

"You can tell me, you know." 

Ch. 6

“Your back isn’t nearly as pretty as your face, boy.”

Ch. 7

“You’ve been quiet. Secretive.” She kept poking her rhythmically with one of her sculpted coral nail tips. “But inside, you’re glowing. I see it.” Poke poke poke. “So there’s no use denying it, sweetie. What’s his name?”

Ch. 8

"Thanks for the relationship advice, dickhead. Have you ever even seen a girl naked without having to hide behind a bush?"

Ch. 9

“Nobody does anything for me. Ever."

Ch. 10

“And why shouldn’t they?” he said. “I mean, what are we trying to do here, Keith? Disrupt slavery, right? You’ve been in the corporate world too long, that’s your problem. You don’t question things anymore."

Ch. 11

"He's not mine," she said. "He's his own."

Ch. 12

"You could never, ever let me down,” he assured her.

Ch. 13

"And by the way, if you’re looking at the master being away as an opportunity to get away with murder, forget it.”

Ch. 14

“I’ve always wanted to see the ocean. But he didn’t take me, so I’m stuck here with a shit ton of time on my hands, and you’re still in the hole from the last one.” 

Ch. 15

“You know who I’m talking about. You have to find him, Louisa,” she continued. “Immediately. Normally I would never betray the confidence of a slave who came to me like this, but I can’t reach him now."

Ch. 16

 “The stuff he said about you was really awful, Lou; I’m not telling you this to cause drama. I just wanted to warn you.” She glanced quickly at the boy again. “Both of you.” 

Ch. 17

“She learned, and grew, and changed. She had a pilgrim soul.”

Ch. 18

“You’re so wrong. If I could only give you one thing in this life, it would be to give you the chance to see yourself the way I see you. Now and always.”

Ch. 19

“And to never, ever give up on me.”

Ch. 20

"You know you seem to have a real problem telling the difference between people and things?”

Ch. 21

“And everything I said the other day, about not giving up? It all still applies. Nothing's changed. Whatever happens. We'll figure it out. We always do. ”

Ch. 22

“Well, it’s a perk, no doubt. She invites some of us here sometimes to hang out, and of course, for such a rich guy, Jake is pretty chill. I like his vibes.”

Ch. 23

“What’s he been telling you? I don’t trust him. He’s a snake.”

I don't think I forgot anyone, but there is one character missing. It's better to leave them out at this point for spoiler-avoiding reasons, though.

I'm gently tagging @tabswrites @mysticstarlightduck @whither-wander-whump in case they would like to participate in this!

[adamwatchesmovies]

The Darkest Minds (2018)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

Released in 2018, The Darkest Minds was way too late arriving at the party. This film doesn’t even remind you of The Hunger Games so much as it does The Fifth Wave. It's the clone of a clone of a clone and boy, the DNA degenerated sharply with each copy. Even if this picture could somehow get sent back to 2009 when it would’ve been fresh, it would've still been rejected. You can foresee every plot point way ahead of time, the characters are shallow and everything you could consider good has been done before.

After a crippling disease kills 90% of all children and leaves the survivors with superhuman abilities, the world falls to pieces. Placed in an internment camp with the other remaining teens, Ruby Daly (Amandla Stenberg) has used her powers to alter people’s thoughts/memories and avoid the fate of all level “Orange” children: execution. Escaping one night and joining forces with Zu (Miya Cech), who can manipulate electricity, brainiac Chubs (Skylan Brooks) and their leader, a hunk who can move objects with his mind named Liam (Harris Dickinson), they search for sanctuary in a world that hates and fears them.

The first time I saw trailers for The Darkest Minds, I thought it was a sneak peak at The New Mutants (2020) because… yeah, this is just The X-Men run through the YA dystopian novel adaptation process. You know what that means? Teenage angst in the middle of much bigger things first and foremost. The instant Ruby and Liam see each other, you know they’ll end up romantically involved. The dude’s handsome and he’s the leader - despite not being the smartest in the van - so of course while the fate of the world is at stake… these teens are busy making googly eyes at each other.

This is one poorly-written story. Ruby is in constant fear of being discovered. Both by country-roaming bounty hunters and her fellow teens. You think being able to throw bricks and logs with a thought is powerful? Ruby can alter minds with a touch and force anyone to do anything with a look. She’s so powerful… it makes the movie lame. Once she’s out of the camp, you never really feel as though anything or anyone should pose a threat to her. When she is in danger it’s because she’s not smart enough to use her abilities to their full potential.

The rule of thumb here is that your first impression is always correct. The antagonists are so flat and uninteresting the lame prom-like dance, the drama as Liam reflects on the way he was “forced to be turned into a weapon” by freedom fighters and the huge lapses in logic feel like a breath of fresh air. Before escaping the camp, Ruby was being forced polish boots. That seems like a bit of a waste. If I heard my son or daughter was sent to a rehabilitation camp for juvenile would-be superheroes and they were responsible for menial tasks, I’d be mad as hell. In fact, where are the parents? I know the kids are dangerous but you can’t tell me some of the couples aren’t thrilled to have a kid whose IQ skyrocketed overnight.

While we're asking questions, I have a few more. I know the world’s fallen to pieces, but why? I know children are the future but it’s not like adults stopped existing and now that I think about it, the film begins SIX YEARS after the plague began. Has no one been born since then? There’d be less people, sure, but the people left would still be there to make more? I know we’re not supposed to think too much about the backend of this story but you can’t help it. What’s in front is so dumb, so flat and predictable you’ve got to asks questions to keep yourself from completely losing interest in what’s on-screen.

Director Jennifer Yuh Nelson steals entire scenes from the X-Men films - notably one of the final moments from X-Men Origins: Wolverine (bad call). Everything about The Darkest Minds screams "forgettable" and its “see you next time” ending will make you laugh out loud. I suppose miracles do happen but I think everyone watching will know this is the first and last time we see this world. (On Blu-ray, May 3, 2019)

[punkscowardschampions]

Johnrio & Ruster pt.1

Johnny: Can you fetch your mammy [something Ali or unborn baby Maggie need or he thinks they do]? 

Johnny: I’ve something I’m away to this morning

Rio: Sure thing

Rio: Did you have fun last night?

Johnny: You’re a good girl, she’ll be back under my eye by the afternoon

Johnny: Ah, more or less

Rio: I’ll make sure she takes it easy 

Rio: Paddys takes it out of all of us, even when you’re not drinking

Johnny: She stands by making sure everyone has a grand time, even at the expense of herself

Johnny: you’re much the same

Rio: She’s always been that way

Rio: do you suppose it’s a bad habit?

Johnny: All habits can be taken too far, but not in itself

Johnny: your hearts are in the right place that can’t be bad

Rio: Thanks, it’s what I think, what I hope

Johnny: You’ve my word hope’s never a bad thing either

Rio: Never?

Rio: You would think that though, you got your happy ending 😊

Johnny: Never when it’s true, falsehoods are what they are and a different thing

Johnny: heavy for the morning after, like

Rio: I know, sorry, I don’t usually come across all maudlin after a few 😅

Johnny: Last night you didn’t seem your usual if you don’t mind my saying, or noticing

Rio: I feared as much

Rio: it’s embarrassing really, stupid thing to be getting upset about when I could’ve been having a laugh

Johnny: It’s best you don’t force ‘em, laughs or drinks down for the lack, only brings trouble

Rio: Very wise

Rio: You aren’t one for big parties, are you

Johnny: No

Johnny: but if she’d have me there, I am

Rio: She prefers being just with you too these days

Rio: it’s nice to see

Johnny: I’d see you less upset than the party had you, be nice

Johnny: maybe at the next

Rio: I’ll do my best 

Rio: maybe Junior will be back then too

Johnny: Right, I’m not tearing at you, don’t worry yourself

Johnny: as I said, you’re a good girl, you know where the money is fetch yourself a thing you’re after while you’re out

Johnny: We all of us pray he is

Rio: I know you’re not

Rio: It’s just embarrassing, I don’t know who to talk about it with

Johnny: If it’s a girl’s trouble, your mammy isn’t that tired

Rio: It’s boy troubles which I suppose does count as girl’s trouble, no offence

Rio: I should just be focusing on the family and making sure everyone’s good, that’s what’s actually important

Johnny: You matter, you know

Johnny: you’re part of the family needing focusing on

Johnny: so a boy causing it for you is making trouble for himself

Rio: No trouble, promise

Rio: just getting ditched in humiliating fashion

Johnny: Will we humiliate him back?

Rio: I don’t think I’d even know where to start, if I fancied it

Johnny: We can let your mammy work her magic, she’s plenty and there’s times enough it has been black

Rio: Sure she never cursed you

Rio: Can I ask you a question, might be a bit personal

Johnny: Oh are you now?

Johnny: ‘Course, go on

Rio: 75% sure then 🤞

Rio: Did it get easier, moving on, the longer it was?

Johnny: Everyone tells you it will

Johnny: but I found it harder, the more time passed, the more I done which weren’t with her but should’ve been

Johnny: there was the missing of her everywhere, keeping on

Rio: Suspected as much

Rio: were you okay though, what was it like?

Johnny: I had no peace ‘til she was with me again

Johnny: you’ve chance to talk to your boy in the sober light though to be sure, have you?

Rio: Ah, you’re too much 😍🥰

Rio: He’s no mind to but eventually, maybe?

Johnny: Full of drink he’s no mind or then’s when he’s of his only mind to speak?

Rio: That’s the only time he’ll speak to me, yeah 

Rio: Tragic, I know

Rio: he’s got his reasons to think we shouldn’t, like you did, so it’s probably wrong of me to keep talking to him 

Johnny: I don’t remember reckoning when I look back on us that your mammy should’ve kept her mouth shut even when I did mine

Rio: Probably just hates me then, awkward 😬

Johnny: Loose ends are to be tied up, easy or no

Johnny: if you’re learning anything off me and her

Rio: How do you know what’s the final word

Rio: because technically you gave an answer, way back then

Johnny: Did it feel final?

Rio: Maybe

Rio: Not to me but I can see a goodbye in it from his perspective

Johnny: You’ll see what happens

Rio: How much of life is just a waiting game

Rio: waiting for everyone to come around to you and mama, for Ronan to be sensible, now this

Rio: Not to mention school and not being able to do anything proper for a job

Johnny: You’re not alone with what comes, nor as you’re waiting

Rio: That’s true enough

Rio: I am going to get the [thing he asked for], not just moping, promise

Johnny: I’m not for patience but don’t hurry yourself

Johnny: with [the thing] and the rest

Rio: Only get one go around, right

Rio: I’ll do my best to appreciate my freedom, or something like that 😝

Johnny: I feel the same, how your mammy talks of her many lives gets in my head still, ‘til I go to my grave for the telling who’s right, so be it

Johnny: we’ve got to live before then, you’ll find your way

Rio: I just hope I get to have what you two do

Johnny: Only you know between yourselves if the boy’s the one or no

Johnny: and certainty’s made harder when he don’t himself for now

Rio: He said I’m the love of his life

Rio: but he needs to pick his future

Johnny: What sort of future has he without love?

Rio: Well, that’s what I think

Rio: but he cares about his career and making his parents proud more

Johnny: What’s there to be ashamed of in you?

Rio: That’s complicated

Johnny: Tends to be

Rio: Never mind

Rio: I’ll either work up the courage to talk his ear off instead of yours or I’ll just keep on and move on

Johnny: True enough

Johnny: but you’re not to let him make you believe you’re a disgrace

Rio: Wouldn’t be the first to attempt it

Rio: we know who we are

Johnny: He ought to

Rio: I don’t fit in his worldview

Johnny: For his own good whoever he is, he’d have sense to change that

Rio: Boys try harder to fit in, I reckon

Johnny: What need he really has’ll be shown to you, boys can’t help themselves

Rio: All my other boyfriends before were like that but he’s smarter and more mature

Johnny: Is he decent?

Rio: Yes

Rio: and he isn’t like 25, which is how that made it sound, don’t worry

Johnny: You’ve the maturity you can be trusted never to run ‘round with grown men

Rio: Precisely, it’s immaturity they’re after

Johnny: You’re a smart girl too

Rio: 😌

Rio: What do you hope the baby is, do you prefer sons or daughters?

Johnny: Healthy, nothing else

Rio: ‘Course, all that really matters

Johnny: Do you want another sister or brother?

Rio: 🤔

Rio: Well Junior was the last baby so perhaps a girl

Rio: but I’ve only 2 brothers so a boy would even that out for me

Johnny: A fair answer, I can’t fault you for being happy with either, nor you us what we give you

Rio: I love babies either way

Rio: and I’m so happy for this one

Johnny: You’re a help to your mammy with them all, a credit to her

Rio: I wish there was more I could do for her right now

Johnny: I’ll bring him home, no matter what or how long it takes to be done

Rio: We don’t forget it’s a tough situation with your kids too, you know

Johnny: We’re all of us doing what we can

Rio: I wouldn’t want you to think we don’t care

Rio: but it’s your business, also wouldn’t want to bombard you with questions 

Johnny: I’ve only some answers

Rio: You weren’t expecting any of what has happened to happen, think that’s understandable given

Johnny: For my sins, what my wife chose to do is

Johnny: I understand what her head was full of

Rio: It would have been hard to stay together

Johnny: And for her to stay with us apart

Rio: There’s time, for things to get easier, work out in better ways

Johnny: Time proves short sometimes, for my mammy for one

Rio: Yeah

Rio: none of it’s promised

Johnny: I broke more than I’ve kept

Rio: Maybe that’s what they’re for, the more I see the more I think it might be so

Rio: just got to do the best we can, like you said

Johnny: Be cruel to agree and dash what hope there’s left in you since your boy shaped hole

Rio: Nothing’s as important as the family, let’s stick with that and we’ll both be okay

Johnny: It’s the law I follow

Rio: Me too, will from now on with no distractions

Johnny: A good head on good shoulders is what I used to say, aim for

Rio: Sounds good to me

Rio: Thanks, for listening to this ramble

Johnny: You’re important, said it yourself

Rio: I don’t know what to say

Johnny: Just remember, if you give into temptation and talk to him, we’ve all of us our demons

Johnny: you can always be forgiven

Rio: That’s comforting

Rio: because I do feel like I’ve some things to say, even if he doesn’t bother responding

Johnny: I thought there a chance you wouldn’t remember last night’s comfort

Rio: 😰 Oh no…

Johnny: No bother

Rio: I hope I wasn’t

Rio: I don’t get like that usually

Johnny: ‘Course you wasn’t

Rio: I didn’t mortify myself either?

Johnny: Few tears aren’t the end of the world

Rio: Still, enough and I know what I can do for now so

Johnny: On you go to the shops then for your 1st steps to behaving

Rio: I thought I was a good girl already! 😏

Johnny: Maybe that were a test to see to you knowing who you are

Rio: Admire the technique

Johnny: I weren’t drinking, be why I’ve my wits sharp

Rio: It’s no good, I’m taking a break

Johnny: I’ll let you wet your new brother or sister’s head

Rio: Be positively glowing and the best role model by September

Johnny: I’ve no doubt

Rio: 😇

Johnny: Sainted’s not for me to ask of you

Rio: Slightly ambitious but have to aim high

Johnny: I’ve nothing to say of that without hypocrisy, I like being grounded as I am the now more but I did my time pushing myself to extremes

Rio: I just want to make something of myself too

Johnny: Caring this much means you will

Rio: Good

Rio: the rest will have to fall into place

Johnny: What work is it you’re looking for? You mentioned jobs before

Rio: I like being in the pub, doing that kind of thing but I can’t so anything really

Johnny: Leave it with us, I’ll sort something

Rio: You will?

Johnny: Will you work hard?

Rio: Of course

Johnny: There then, sure

Rio: Thank you so much, Johnny

Rio: I won’t let you down

Johnny: I’ll have news for you later about what exactly you’ll be turning your hand to

Rio: 😁

Johnny: You can thank me by watching everyone until I’m home

Johnny: [giving her a lil rundown of things these kids need just to show that he cares and is paying attention to their daily routines, Grace definitely wants something because she’s peak annoying age rn lol]

Rio: On it

Rio: She isn’t used to being spoiled

Johnny: She’ll get used to me again, she’s no choice, I won’t be busy past [a time]

Rio: They all will, Edie included 

Johnny: She’s her mammy’s daughter in different ways

Johnny: but you’re all of her and I love her, so

Rio: Stop it, you’re too much 😍

Johnny: What they say

Rio: [to Buster, to avoid future confusion lol]

Rio: I’m aware this seems counterintuitive but I just need to say what I need to say and then it’s out there and I at least know you’ve read it, reply or not

Rio: We can both agree that last night shouldn’t have happened 

Rio: and agree to nothing happening going forward

Rio: We both have enough to focus on and I’ll let you if you do the same for me

Rio: As for family events, I’ll leave it up to your discretion, it’s not my business if you’re there or not

Buster: [not immediate but not keeping her waiting ages either, giving dismissive I’m busy vibes instead of I read this and I’m not gonna reply oh wait yes I am, I’m imagining like an hour later or something idk, a standard text waiting time]

Buster: Good, I’m glad we agree

Rio: How could we not, there’s only one right answer

Buster: [this one is basically immediate, just btw]

Buster: Yeah, there is

Rio: Good luck with [the boxing match he told her about that his parents can’t come to]

Buster: I guarantee my own by training, you don’t need to wish me any

Rio: Just being polite

Buster: Which is as completely unnecessary 

Rio: Okay then

Buster: Good luck with maintaining boundaries

Rio: It’s not going to be an issue, don’t worry

Buster: I’m not, you’re none of my concern whether it’s a success or fail

Rio: As the boundaries concern you, I assume that’s why you bothered to bring it up

Buster: I haven’t got an issue sticking to what we’ve agreed on

Rio: Glad to hear it, as it’s not up for debate

Buster: This is the last you’ll hear from me, rest assured

Rio: We’re on the same page then

Buster: Finally

Rio: You don’t need to come at this with such aggression 

Buster: I don’t remember ever asking for your opinion on the way I should approach anything

Rio: You’re wasting your energy needlessly

Buster: My energy levels are totally fine

Rio: I’m sure they’d be much better spent on anything else

Buster: It’s none of your business how they’re spent

Rio: You’re making it my business right now

Buster: As per, you started this conversation

Rio: To make my position clear, and I have

Buster: Yeah, not to dictate mine to me

Rio: You said you agreed

Buster: And you said reply or not

Buster: I have the right to respond therefore

Rio: Sure, say what you need to say

Buster: Stop analysing the tone of everything I say to fit whatever you need to read into it

Rio: I’m just reading what you’re writing

Buster: I’m not writing anything aggressive

Rio: You’ve told me to stop several times, I’m just saying, I’m not doing anything to you

Buster: You’re just being polite, naturally

Rio: Why is that a problem?

Buster: Because it’s false instead of true

Rio: How is it?

Buster: Say what you need to say

Rio: I have, we don’t need to go over it all

Buster: Then bye, I guess

Rio: Do you need to say something?

Buster: What would I possibly care to add? It would only prolong this 

Rio: This is what you wanted

Buster: I’m fully aware of that, thanks

Rio: You could be happier about it, that’s all

Buster: Obviously the cause of my happiness isn’t up for debate either

Rio: If you’re happy I’m happy

Buster: Great, we’re both thrilled moving forward

Rio: Trying to be

Buster: Practice makes perfect, babe

Rio: I’ve got a job lined up so that will help

Buster: I’m not going to say I’m proud of you, don’t worry

Rio: That awkwardness has already been experienced once today, bit late but thanks all the same for not re-traumatising me

Buster: You’re welcome

Rio: Did your family get back okay?

Buster: Ask them

Buster: I’m sure Nance has already forgotten all about her vendetta  

Rio: A simple yes or no 

Rio: I’ll wait, if she thinks I was crying about all that, she might apologise

Buster: You were crying?

Rio: Obviously

Rio: but the night was as good as over 

Buster: Not here, but that absolutely isn’t a productive conversation to have

Rio: You don’t have to tell me what you did to forget

Buster: I was hardly reinventing the wheel, guessing would be easy were you so inclined

Rio: Exactly, I wouldn’t even need to

Buster: Exactly, neither do I to fill in my own blanks

Rio: As to why I was crying? I’d hope not

Buster: Regarding what I did or didn’t do

Rio: No ones expecting you to remember 

Buster: I know what you’re expecting, you told me

Rio: You replied, I didn’t think you would

Buster: Sorry to disappoint, unfortunately I’ve already experienced the feeling at least twofold today and you are, in fact, retraumatising me

Rio: What are you on about?

Buster: The details are irrelevant to you

Rio: Oh, I see

Buster: Forget it

Rio: Your disappointing conquest is nothing I can take offence to

Buster: What conquest?

Rio: It doesn’t take a genius to work it out

Buster: I wouldn’t have thought it would take one to realise I was referring to grandad and my dad’s reaction to my absence last night

Rio: oh

Rio: well, I’m sorry for that

Buster: Don’t be, things could be a lot worse as far as potential backlash for my behaviour

Rio: I suppose so

Rio: still, that part wasn’t your fault

Buster: I decided to stay home with no apparent valid reason, I’m at fault for that

Rio: Which is mine

Buster: Divulging that information over the phone wasn’t really going to get me off the hook though

Rio: I didn’t intend to make you the bad guy though

Rio: I can tell grandad that I didn’t want you there

Buster: I’ll make up for not being there when I am on his birthday

Rio: It doesn’t matter, he won’t be angry at me

Buster: Because he’d be angry at me

Rio: I’ll make something petty up

Buster: You’d be wasting your breath, I already called

Rio: I could smooth things over but if you’re sure, alright

Buster: I smoothed things over myself

Rio: It was a mess

Buster: No shit

Rio: Come on

Rio: It would’ve been worse, if you had come

Buster: Why else do you think I avoided coming? I know it would

Rio: Are you not doing anything until grandad’s birthday then?

Buster: Not unless mum changes her mind

Rio: Wow, okay

Buster: That’s what you wanted

Rio: I was just thinking it’s a lot of time

Buster: Which is the entire point

Rio: I’m not making a judgment call on it

Rio: is that your whole family? Or just you?

Buster: They’ll show up for [just listing all the events you’ll miss like that’s casual and isn’t hitting you like wow] like previously arranged, minus one, that’s all

Rio: I think you should come

Buster: Well, I don’t care what you think

Buster: I wasn’t asking what I should do, I’m telling you what I’m going to

Rio: You’re going to feel left out

Buster: I’m moving to America, I might as well get used to it

Rio: Not until you’re 19, properly, that’s years and years away

Buster: Like I said, practice makes perfect

Rio: I’m worried about you, other people will be worried about you

Buster: You’re a bit late

Rio: Just because we can’t do that means that I can’t care about you at all? 

Rio: That’s bullshit

Buster: Mum opted for the same speech [however long] ago and her sincere delivery carried more weight

Rio: So your mum is worried about you too

Buster: I missed celebrating my favourite holiday, of course she is

Rio: Okay I’m sure that’s not all it was 

Buster: That and the party

Rio: Are you in trouble

Buster: The house and my online footprint were both cleaned up before they got home, as instructed

Rio: I noticed the latter 

Buster: She’s right, I can’t afford to be that reckless 

Rio: It’s what everyone else posts, you can’t control that 

Rio: You should have an account not attached to your name, that’s what I do 

Buster: Not a terrible idea

Rio: You’re welcome

Rio: and then I wouldn’t see anything 

Buster: Definitely the deciding factor, I’ll create a new account right now

Rio: Don’t you want this to be easier 

Rio: not see me too

Buster: I wasn’t being sarcastic 

Rio: Oh

Rio: in that case you’re actually welcome 

Buster: Yeah

Rio: I’ll let you get back to ignoring me then

Buster: Don’t make it sound one-sided, you want this to be easier too

Rio: It has to be

Buster: Exactly, I’m not in the wrong

Rio: Didn’t say you were 

Buster: Good

Rio: The conversation is pointless now

Buster: There’s no further conversation to have, we’re done

Rio: You made that clear, yeah

Buster: So did you at the very beginning of this one

Rio: Because I’m not an idiot, contrary to what you might wish to believe

Buster: Then don’t be stupid now

Rio: Don’t talk to me like that

Buster: Like what?

Rio: You know how so don’t bother asking either

Rio: It’s obvious what you’re doing

Buster: The same thing you should be and said you were going to

Rio: No, I never said I was going to be mean to you as a substitute for intimacy

Buster: What are we, [however old they were when that boy was mean to her in the story I ref-ed previously]? I haven’t been mean to you

Rio: You have but okay, it’s unintentional and you just want to

Buster: I’m putting my focus elsewhere, we both agreed to

Rio: We aren’t disagreeing 

Buster: We don’t need to

Rio: I’ve told you before, it doesn’t have to be how it has been

Buster: We aren’t becoming friends as a substitute either

Rio: There’s a middle ground, which is my point

Buster: Yet another my mum has beat you to making, I’m sick of hearing it

Rio: I’m not surprised

Rio: You can only do it if you’re allowed to run away and hate me and not engage with any of it

Buster: I’m only going to do it on my terms, that shouldn’t surprise you

Rio: It’s why we’re incompatible anyway

Buster: What a relief

Rio: Sure

Buster: I’ll frantically search for middle ground when I’m stuck on the golf course with business associates, until then, I’m just not interested

Rio: You don’t need to try any harder to make yourself unattractive, I’m good

Buster: Keep telling yourself that, genuinely, you’ll be doing yourself a favour

Rio: Your ego if you think it bears repeating 

Buster: I’m thinking of you needing a daily mantra to repeat in front of the mirror, you’re clearly struggling with this

Rio: Fuck you

Rio: you have no idea

Buster: Baby steps, begin by lying to yourself and perhaps you’ll eventually be able to convincingly tell me how unattractive I am

Rio: What you look like is irrelevant isn’t it

Buster: Hardly

Buster: but my looks are nevertheless not the only reason you’re attracted to me

Rio: No, they are, we’re related

Buster: Which has been the part that’s proved irrelevant thus far

Rio: Or is it the only reason any of it ever happened

Buster: You tell me, you’re the one suggesting it is

Rio: I don’t know

Rio: seems like a possibility

Buster: For you maybe

Rio: You wanted it because you couldn’t have it

Buster: I know why I want you

Rio: So you say

Buster: Believe whatever you like, it doesn’t matter

Rio: I’d be a complete idiot to believe you

Buster: Said as though you aren’t choosing to bring up possibilities based on flawed logic, if I wanted what I can’t have, I’d be actively pursuing what I still can’t

Rio: No because you had it, enough to lose interest and move on

Buster: Why on earth would it be enough?

Rio: Because it happened but there’s no consequences from it only going that far

Rio: you still get to live your life as though it didn’t

Buster: No consequences? You’re not serious

Rio: Not with your parents, friends, school, nowhere that you care about

Buster: My parents are asking me if I’m a junkie because I can’t tell them what’s actually happening

Rio: Are you imagining a world in which I’ve casually told mine

Rio: because no

Buster: I imagine your mum is currently too busy to realise anything’s wrong

Rio: She’s pregnant, you don’t get to just do that and ignore the rest of your life 

Buster: The point is, you’re not giving up a single thing

Buster: I’m the one having to act like I hate Dublin all of a sudden

Rio: I apologised for telling you not to come, it was a mistake, I can admit that

Buster: But you don’t admit coming back for Easter or any other time before August would be?

Rio: We’re going to have to work out how to eventually

Rio: it’s not for me to tell you that sooner rather than later is the approach or otherwise

Buster: [precisely how long it is between now and Fearghal’s bday like a countdown] is eventually

Buster: before is ridiculous and would be another mistake

Rio: I’ve not told you you have to come before

Rio: if that’s what you think is best then do it, don’t act like I’ve got it easier than you somehow though because I don’t

Buster: You did those were almost your exact words earlier, you said I’d feel left out

Rio: You will

Rio: come, I’ll skip whatever you want to go to to make it up to everyone

Buster: We might as well hold a neon sign above our heads if we’re going to be that unsubtle with our turn taking

Rio: Just until August

Rio: and I can think of an excuse that isn’t I hate everyone and think I’m better than this so

Buster: There aren’t even many events in the calendar before August, mainly Easter, that’s all

Buster: skipping such a boring hol won’t kill me

Rio: I thought your parents came back for Rocky’s bday, or your dad’s? Around that time

Rio: but yeah, you’ll live, I guess

Buster: And they will anyway

Rio: I don’t need to be at either of those, if you want to, is my point

Buster: Alright, fine

Rio: You either want solutions or you wanna be right 

Rio: it’s not like I’m saying I can fix this completely, calm down

Buster: I already said okay

Buster: What more do you want?

Rio: You don’t need to be so mad at me

Buster: That’s the effect telling someone to calm down tends to have

Rio: You would think that, I’m sure you only say it to be passive-aggressive 

Buster: According to you everything which comes out of my mouth is, unless it’s straight up aggressive 

Rio: Surely that’s what you’re going for

Buster: Yeah, I approach each situation from a predetermined angle like some kind of psychopath 

Rio: I’m just talking about this one

Rio: you don’t want me to like you, it stands to reason

Buster: You don’t, allegedly, I’ve achieved my goal already

Rio: Aren’t you happy about it?

Buster: I’m saying, why would I continue to labour the point?

Rio: Because you’re heavy on the ‘allegedly’

Buster: I’m big on honesty

Rio: Really?

Buster: You know I am

Rio: If it’s a game 

Buster: No, always

Rio: I don’t feel like we get to be honest now

Buster: We’re honestly doing the right thing, this is the best solution we’ve got

Rio: Right

Buster: Trust me

Rio: There’s no alternative so who cares

Buster: So [the date, whenever he’s agreed to return in April idk cos Rocky’s bday is right at the start and Fraze’s is right at the end] but I’ll see you in August

Rio: Probably, yeah

Buster: And then we’ll get a break until Christmas, assumedly

Rio: Christmas could be different anyway

Buster: Potentially, the baby’ll be born

Rio: People who want to might just come to us

Buster: Makes sense

Rio: Here’s hoping, right

Buster: I’ll take what I can with it being ages away

Rio: Plenty of time to move on

Buster: To try harder, at least

Rio: You must be talking about me 

Buster: Well, I do wish you would

Rio: Now you do

Buster: Don’t you?

Rio: Wish I would move on or you?

Buster: Why not both?

Rio: They could have different answers

Buster: They shouldn’t

Rio: I won’t tell you either way, then you don’t need to concern yourself

Buster: Your prerogative, babe

Buster: I won’t demand you tell me

Rio: You could try but doesn’t mean I’m any more likely to

Buster: If you could resist me we wouldn’t be here

Rio: Could say the same of you

Buster: You could say a lot of things

Rio: Be easier to call, all the things could be said

Rio: but we’re not doing that anymore

Buster: Would you answer if I did?

Rio: I thought you didn’t like hypotheticals 

Buster: What gave you that idea?

Rio: It was the specific hypothetical of you being satisfied by what has occurred that you took offence to then, I see

Buster: You could just answer the question instead of trying to hide behind specifics

Rio: And you could just call and see

Rio: you want to

[xoxochb]

ocean blue eyes, looking in mine

warnings: underage drinking, (written by someone who’s never drunken before, my apologies if it’s inaccurate) peer pressure?

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summary: you go to a party and get drunk, accidentally confessing your thoughts to your enemy jason grace

“alright, first things first: deciding what to wear, let’s take a look in your closet…” piper trails off, eyes wandering around your closet

“pipes please do not make me go to this party” you complained, laying flat down on your bed

“you’re going, this is good for you. you need to get out of the house once in a while” she insisted before gasping, “this is perfect, isn’t it?” she holds up a white dress with ruffles

“too fancy for a party” you disagree

“no, no, trust me, this with your white converse-” she squeals, “it’s absolutely perfect, now hurry, we leave in ten” and with that she throws it on top of you and rushes out of your room, shutting the door behind her

- 🌊 -

the second you stepped into the house you wished you were anywhere else but here

“c’mon, let’s get a drink” piper drags you to the kitchen

“I’m not drinking” you glare at her, stopping in your tracks

“you need to live a little, plus, I won’t leave you alone, it’ll be fine” you allow her to drag you to the kitchen, pouring yourselves drinks

everything’s fine, right? piper will be with you the whole time, just one drink should be enough, no more…

that’s what you told yourself until your eyes were met with those ocean blue eyes you lov- hated with every fiber of your being

“what’re you doing here, grace?” you pour yourself another drink- stronger this time, mixing whatever you can find- you’re going to need this if he’s here

“am I not allowed to be here?” he laughs

“no, goodbye” you rush past him, not eager to talk

“wait-” you stop and turn, facing him yet again, “I didn’t know you were coming”

“why do you care” you question, taking a sip from your drink

he plays with his fingers, “I’d just like to be warned next time, I wasn’t really prepared to have strong drinks tonight”

you sigh, “I could say the same for you, now goodbye, for real this time” you turn and walk to the living room, sitting beside piper on the couch

“I thought you were only having one drink?” she asks

“yeah well that was until jason grace arrived” you mumble, taking another sip

she takes a sniff of your cup, “oh my god, what’s in there?”

“I don’t know, I just took whatever I could find…” you trail off

“you’re going to kill yourself, give me that” she tries to take the cup away from you, but you stand up before she can

“no, no, it’s fine, I’ll be fine, this will- no more after this- this will be my last drink, I promise”

that’s a lie

you had more than 2 drinks- way more

you fall onto the couch, unaware of anyone sitting there, limbs scattered over the soft seat

“are you going to leave room for anyone else to sit?”

oh those ocean blue eyes never seem to leave your mind your sight

“I’m drunk…” you whisper, sitting up, “I said only one drink! you ruin everything” you slur, pointing a finger at the blond boy, and he takes a seat beside you

“how so?” he inquires

“those gorgeous ocean blue eyes, I hate- I hate the way I don’t hate you, you make me so furious, I can’t feel this way, you’re my enemy, not my crush, I hate you for making me feel this way. and you’re stupid ocean blue eyes always looking in mine-” you stop yourself, standing up quickly, “I’m going home, I’m not supposed to tell you that- where’s piper?” you ask worriedly, running a hand through your hair

“she’s- I don’t know, why don’t I take you home?” he stands up next to you

“no! you can’t!” tears start pooling out of your eyes, “I just told you- I never-” you stutter

jason places his hands on your shoulders, eyes meeting yours again, “please, you’re drunk”

“you think?” you hissed, crossing your arms with a sigh

all he’s doing is taking you home… once you get there he’ll leave and hopefully forget about the drunk confession and this will all be over

“fine- let’s go”

[the-midnight-in-me]

“How did you know you wanted to settle down here?”

Time frowns, weighing the question.

“I don’t think I did,” he says. “Not for a long time. I traveled all over the world, but I always ended up here.” His tone grows more somber. “I’d stay for a few days, a few weeks, and when it started to feel like home, I’d run.”

It’s the frankest answer Time’s ever given him, and warmth mixes with disbelief in Twilight’s chest. 

“You, running?”

Time sighs. “It was easier than waiting to lose them.”

The warmth flickers, and images of Ordon roll through Twilight’s mind: Rusl shouting at his wolf-shape, eyes wide with terror; Uli, cowering in her home; Ilia, blinking at him with the placid unfamiliarity of a stranger; the children, hugging his side even as they warned him about “that beast.”

“What changed?” Twilight asks.

“Malon called me on it.”

Twilight lifts his chin, questioning.

“I thought I was doing her a favor,” Time says, twirling his Epona’s mane in his fingers. “As if pushing her away released her from a burden. Turns out, that just made her feel unwanted.”

“Ouch.”

“It was selfish, really.” His eyes are distant. “To always want to be the one supporting others, and never letting them do the same for you.”

The words sit strangely in Twilight’s mind. Giving to others is what heroes do. It’s part of being strong, responsible, and a good person. Right?

“But you stopped running,” he says.

“From her. As for other people...” He runs his fingers through his hair. “Still working on it.” --------------------------------------------------

“By the Three,” Malon says, “you two are related.”

Twilight stutters. “What?”

“You poor boy. You sound like my husband on his bad days. Dear, may I?”

“Go ahead,” Time says.

“I’m going to tell you the same thing I always tell him. Pushing people away and feeling sorry for yourself won’t help anyone. All it will do is make us worry about you more.”

“You shouldn’t worry,” Twilight says. “I’m not important. The future—”

“What would you do if I was the one saying that?”

“What?”

“If I was saying I didn’t matter,” she says, “and that you should forget about me, how would you feel?”

Twilight’s mouth goes dry. “I’d be horrified.”

“Well, how do you think we feel when you talk about yourself this way?”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

Stand Not at My Grave by Glau (Glaucus_Atlanticus)

In which a lovely little fanfiction calls me t.f. out Where i keep getting stuck is knowing what to do about it.

Understanding the what and why is one thing, but i don't know how to change. I get what the message is but I literally can't stop interpreting it as "so don't get close to anyone in the first place because that's easier than magically knowing how to stop being a burden/worrying people when you inevitably get overwhelmed/depressed and isolate" I feel like one of those trees with a right angle in the trunk because of how the ground slope changed as I was growing, and now I'm expected to 'get rid of that'. HOW. Please, someone just tell me how! I hate this. I hate feeling like such a fucking failure of a person.

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Confessions of Expression | Rutger McGroarty

summary: Rutger isn’t a very good matchmaker when everyone he suggests isn’t him.

request: yes/no

trope: best friends brother

warnings: swearing.

word count: 1.13k

authors note: we haven’t done a singular Rutger fic ever on this account if I’m right… I do really like this but I will apologise with how short it is, I’m still recovering from the 6k Trevor fic of last night. Whilst you guys voted that we looked to the umich boys next and Kei picked Rutger, so we were all basically involved in this one! As always though if you want to check out the rest of the celly you can do so here.

Rutger swore you had some silent deal with celibacy.

Despite being a girl that every guy longed for on campus even if it was just for a simple conversation. You never seemed to pay attention to them.

And tonight was the true cherry on top as you looked one of a kind. It was the weekend before Halloween and everyone had dressed up as they went to the biggest party on campus.

Even though he made a deal with Molly to always make sure you were safe, it wasn’t something that he had to do that he didn’t want to. Rutger loved your company, he longed for it when you weren’t around.

Part of him even went as far as to say that you were the face that he looked for when he scored goals at the Yost. Whichever girl he had been talking to no longer played on his mind as Rutger always wanted you.

Which was rather amusing because you wanted him too. But with the thought of your best friend on your mind you simply couldn’t let yourself cross that line. Molly truly did mean far too much to you to even contemplate letting your feelings for Rutger come out when it might not be worth letting the secret out.

So you made sure that all you could do was smile at the boy. Sure it tore you up from the inside but you went with it.

And that was how you two landed up stood in the corner of the party as you two watched guys walk by “what do you think about him?” Rutger asked as another athlete dressed like a pro sent you a smile “he’s not my type.” You shook your head as you sent the boy a glance to go away.

The two of you looked amusing together, his wolf onesie next to your slutty angel costume “so who is your type then?” Rutger’s question pushed out of his lips as he rubbed them together.

You kept quiet “I don’t know,” you shrugged fiddling with your wings as you attempted to avoid his glances.

But that didn’t seem to work for Rutger as he squeezed his arm around your waist “maybe we need help making that list.” He proposed seeing another set of boys walk by “look Rut none of them are who I’m interested.” Your hand pressed against his chest.

The hockey player felt his eyes pop out of his head “why didn’t you tell me sooner that you were into that?” He continued to ramble “wait are you like bi or lesbian?” The hockey player furrowed his eyebrows “because it would be fine if you were and I’d love you regardless-” you couldn’t help but scoff causing him to go quiet as he silently noted your reactions.

With that you finally snapped “I’m not lesbian.” You cut him off “but I am in love with you!” You confessed crushing your cup in your hand “I should go.” His silence forced reality to sink in. Before the boy could reach for you, your heels spun on the oak floor before you ran for the front door of the frat house.

Rutger chewed at his lower lip watching you run away “look I know I shouldn’t get involved but just go after her.” Luca spoke in a duh tone as he had watched the entire situation play out “you’re right.” The younger boy brushed his fingers as he pushed his head back.

Despite the fact that you were already so far gone Rutger still ran after you, all the way until he got to your dorm.

He hated standing at your door not knowing what do you. You two had never been through a fight in all of the years of knowing each other, but now it truly felt like he had fucked it.

The sounds of you mumbling to yourself as you shoved your costume back into your closet could be heard from where he was stood “y/n can we talk?” Rutger begged as he knocked his hand against your door.

It caused you to whip your head to the door “go away.” You groaned rubbing your hand over your nose as you didn’t want to embarrass yourself any more than you already had done so.

But Rutger didn’t give up that easily “I just want to talk.” Your silence had him feeling sick “please.” As his voice broke your heart throbbed “look if you have come to reject me then you should just go.” You grumbled opening your door.

His body fell forward as he had kept his weight against the door “I wouldn’t do that to you.” The hockey players voice was soft as he was quick to get up and straighten the onesie on his torso.

Your lips formed a pout as you stared up at him “then what the hell are you doing here?” You whined causing him to smile.

Rutger let his hands go into your hair as he forced you to look at him “you didn’t give me enough time to tell you how I feel.” His words made your throat go dry “but-” you went to cut him off but his hand raised to silence you.

To be honest you didn’t recall a time your body felt so on fire with the slightest bit of touch “look let’s forget about Molly tonight because I want to do some things that are seriously going to get me into trouble with her.” His bluntness made you laugh as he wasn’t wrong.

It brought you comfort to know that he understood your fears “what are you trying to say Rut?” You waited to hear his answer before you let your hopes get ahead of yourself.

Rutger smiled as he took in a deep breath “I think I’m in love with you.” His words left his mouth and you swore you weren’t dreaming this time “you think?” You joked making him laugh.

His hand dragged along your jaw “I’m definitely in love with you.” the hockey player corrected himself as you two stood halfway in the dorm and the other in the hall.

You smiled as your tongue ran over your lower lip “just kiss me already.” Your words hung in the air for a few short seconds.

He took the opportunity to push you both into your dorm “you don’t know how long I waited to hear you say that.” Rutger gasped as he listened to you. Using his foot to shut the door as he dropped his head closer to yours.

If there was one thing that Rutger was never going to forget was the taste of your lips against his “Rut.” You whimpered feeling his lips move to your jaw.

“I know baby, I know.”

[being-worthy]

Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris

A couple of days ago I saw the trailer for Mrs. Harris Goes To Paris and bookmarked to watch it; today I had the occasion to do so. I was unaware that it’s based on the 1958 novel Mrs. ‘Arris Goes to Paris by Paul Gallico, I might even read it at some point if I can get my hands on it.

Spoilers ahead!

It’s another book adaption while at the same time being also a remake of the previous films. There’s even one with Angela Lansbury from 1992 which I'm currently watching while writing this and I'm liking it almost more than the new adaption, it has quite their differences.

Anyhow, it’s about the adorably charming Mrs Ada Harris living in 1950s London, a widower still hoping that her husband might return from the war earning her living wage as a cleaning lady. One day, while cleaning the house of Lady Dant, who also refuses to pay her the wages she owns her yet has no shame in spending 500 quid in a flock and telling her all about it. Ada finds a dress by Christian Dior in question and immediately falls in love with it. Thus, going on an adventure all the way to Paris to purchase her very own haute couture Christian Dior dress. This is the dress in question that starts it all:

It's magnificent, isn't it?

Mrs Harris is the type of individual who is always kind to others and treats them all as equally human and worthy of dignity and respect, she even makes the most of terrible situations seem less dire, she brings good fortune to those around her but sadly, the same can’t be said for Mrs Harris herself. Nevertheless, this doesn’t break her spirit of kindness and keeps being like a godmother to everyone. Alas, this also leads to her customers taking advantage of her, especially those of the upper class who think they stand above everyone else and are the only ones deserving of the good things life and society have to offer. This last thing, made me remember the scene between Mrs Harris with Mrs Colbert portrayed by Isabelle Huppert where she tells her:

“You’re nobody, you’re invisible - how will you give this dress what it deserves?”

I’m conflicting here because, on one hand, she’s sort of right (?) - a dress like this deserves to be paraded around but, on the other one, everyone should have whatever it is they want to have, even if it’s a very expensive dress. Additionally, it’s still very present in today’s society that only beautiful people deserve the most exquisite things in life.

At first, I thought she’d also find love in Paris when out of nowhere this polished gentleman, Marquis de Chassagne, appears and helps her get into the Dior fashion show as his guest and even invites her to spend time with him, but it turns out he only did so because she reminded him of the cleaner at his boarding school as a boy who would dry his tears and cheer him up whenever he was bullied and whom he called "Mrs Mop". Yet, the film has a happy ending that fits well with it.

I’ve to say that I’ve never been one much for dresses in life not because I don’t want to but most likely because I can't afford a dress much less an haute couture one. Also, as a child, I couldn’t run or fight properly in one and this did happen quite often since I was bullied just for existing. On the other hand, my body is so deformed that no dress would look good on me much less make me look like a goddess. I’ve only worn two dresses in my life – one at my communion which was done from scratch by my aunt, and the other one, a simple black dress I wore for my one and only visit to the theatre and is currently collecting dust somewhere at the bottom of my suitcase. However, when I saw the dress Mrs Harris wanted to buy called “Temptation” I was like “I’d like to try it on, maybe then I’d be beautiful, maybe then I’d be seen” because it is breathtakingly stunning.

See for yourself, it’s the third from the left: