#I’ve got a couple hundreds people loving it 😭

[romanscool]

OMG GUYS!!!! NOT EVEN A DAY AFTER THE FIRST CHAPTER OF ‘which should mean nothing (but it always does)’, WCMN HITS 10k HITS 😭😭😭

Im crying i love you guys so so much thank you

[chukys-mouthguard]

what are the odds? | part 7

matt rempe x female reader; featuring numerous side characters

social media au! • final part!

part 6

your.name.here

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your.name.here officially adding wag to my resume ❤️

alleyrempe oh my gosh finallyyyyyyyy 🥳

alleyrempe maybe now I’ll stop getting hundreds of comments asking about the two of you 🤣

-> your.name.here i think this will only open the door for a whole set of new comments 🙈

user10348 WAKE UP EVERYONE HARD LAUNCH

-> user1049 literally we all knew but it still makes me so happy 🥹

-> user10348 truly the cutest couple

mattrempe man that jacket looks good on you 😮‍💨🔥

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-> your.name.here i like your name and number on my back better 😘

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user20459 okay, the wait for the WAG jacket debut was worth it 😍🤩

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francesca.kreider thank god we kept that jacket 👏🏼👏🏼

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-> addison.clark and to think we almost burned it 🤪😅

-> mattrempe you two wouldn’t dare!??

-> your.name.here oh but they almost did 🙊

user5530 my heart is so happy 😭

-> user0149 but also so unhappy knowing rempe is off the market 😭

-> user0385 at least we know your.name.here is a genuine girl and has the best intentions with him

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nyrangers we’ve got all the rempe merch on hold for you so now you can proudly rock it at the garden 💙❤️

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-> chris.kreider the boys did good 💪🏼

-> your.name.here that they did 🫶🏼

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mattrempe

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mattrempe sorry boys, I’m off the market 🫶🏼

your.name.here who knew boys still bought flowers? 🥹💙

-> mattrempe mainly the ones who love their girlfriends like crazy 🫶🏼

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tybauer_ thank god, now people will stop saying that we are secretly together

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-> mattrempe i mean, we aren’t…at least not anymore 👀🙊

-> tybauer_ bro don’t start shit like that come on 😂😅

user2945 not the flowers in her car door 😭

-> user0479 and they say i love you 😭😭

-> user5937 rempe has been waiting his whole life to shine in his boyfriend era

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chris.kreider sooo when can i get fitted for that fitbit?? 👀

-> kandre.miller after he takes me for a steak dinner 😜

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alleyrempe so glad you didn’t absolutely destroy this relationship 😮‍💨😅

-> mattrempe had to do everything i could to fix this 🤞🏼

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user3429 someone come get tybauer_ and take away his ability to comment please 😂😭

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[ohimsummer]

can i ask you about your self ships? i recognize satoru and suguru, but i was curious about some of the other characters i didn't recognize :3

(please, totally drop your favorite things/facts about every ship, they seem so cool!)

OKAY I FINALLY GOT THIS DONE!!! THANK U FOR UR ASK ANON!! I’m going to answer this so hard >:3

sumoru facts

• my great granny loves him. fed him all the time when we were kids/welcomed him for dinner :33 he was just another grandson to her <3 didn’t matter if he stayed over literally all day, as long as he wasn’t too much of a troublemaker (and even then I could get him out of it) then she didn’t mind :>

• one of the most annoying couples in the world. always giggling, always whispering funny remarks to each other like we’re gossiping about people, and hundreds of inside jokes. we don’t even have to say shit. like someone says something that reminds us of the joke and me n satoru just look at each other like 👀 and burst out laughing LOL

• matched costumes for Halloween for years. he’d usually go along with whatever because my ideas were more creative lmao and then also when we were younger, he had this big ass growth spurt so houses were skeptical on giving him candy when trick-or-treating because he looked years older than he was 😭

sugumer facts

• I’ve mentioned it before but it’s very important 2 me that you know me and suguru are CREATIVES…we love going on little artsy dates. claymaking. painting. looking up a crocheting video and just rawdogging the tutorial. also branches out into things like baking. have either of us ever piped a frosting design onto a cake before? no. is that gonna stop us from trying? also no :)

• the ultimate weighted blanket bf. except half the time I’ll just be laying there and then bam. he’s laying on top of me/across my back. rests his head either on my shoulder or against mine or in the center of my back. sometimes on my ass if he’s laying backwards. and he also WILL NOT get up until he gets ready, irritating ass but I love him dearly 💛

• he likes giving head massages just as much as he loves receiving. just runs his heavy hands through my hair and rubs over my scalp. grabs my head and lightly shakes it sometimes just to be annoying 😒 but sometimes also scratches it like you would a dog’s as a joke HDJDJ and it feels good so I fw it I fear <3

kirssum facts

kirssum = jean kirstein (aot) x summer :33 my mullet boyf 💛

• loves giving me piggyback rides. okay and also…jean wants piggyback rides too but I fear the closest he’ll get is spooning me from behind because there’s no way I can get his 6’4 ass off the ground LOL. but like he’s a show off anyway and likes carrying me so he’s fine with giving them more than receiving :3

• doesn’t matter if we’ve been together ten days or ten years. he’s blushing wildly whenever I catch him off guard and kiss him. 0 composure, I kiss him in the middle of a sentence and he short circuits for a full minute before barely being able to stutter out a sentence. arguably worse than Satoru 🤨

• likes wearing my things but ofc they’re too small so he settles for maybe something like my hat or a bracelet that fits just snug around his wrist. no he doesn’t want matching ones. he wants to wear MINE specifically. possessive (?) in the same way he does one spritz of my perfume on his clothes when I’m not around :33

saisum facts

saisum = saitama (opm) x summer :3 💛

• there was no like….official date we went on or whatever HDBFJD like sai just brought up how all our friends kept bugging us about getting together and it basically went:

sai: “ [genos/king/etc] keep saying we’d be good together or whatever”

s: “yeah…fubuki keeps saying that too. annoying asf, actually”

[silence]

sai: “so, you wanna?”

s: “oh. yeah :D!”

and the rest is history <3

• expanding on that, the rs really didn’t change our dynamic that much originally. like we were already going grocery shopping together, cooking together, having dinner together, texting all the time and hanging out, etc etc. the main change was like uhhh? physical affection-wise. getting more used to cuddling and kissing and such. started out maybe brushing hands in public which became holding hands > linking arms > his arm around me (in his apartment. he saves most physical affection except holding hands for when we’re alone) sex probably didn’t come for like a year or so and even then it started as dryhumping HDBDJ

sumrei facts

sumrei = summer x reigen (mob psycho 100) fraud bf 🥴

• so despite being in a relationship we both still kinda act like we hate eachother sometimes LOL like we both take great delight in constantly calling the other out on their bullshit and making snarky comments at one another just to fuck it out later at one of our places

• secretly soft for eachother though like yes even though reigen knows I’m a powerful esper he still got worried when it looked like I got sniped out of the air. yes he still brings up how I cried his name when I thought he got fucking crushed and the “stupid look on my face like I was gonna cry” when we were out exorcising a curse (he kissed me stupid in his bed later that night to ease my worries)….fuck him

• i carry him by the scruff like a bad dog sometimes. just snatch him up by the back of his collar and we go flying through the air (listen it’s funny and I’m not gonna drop him. also it’s way faster getting around this way than taking the sidewalk okay)

sumhan facts

sumhan = summer x hange (aot) :33

• tosses me over their shoulder sometimes to show me something new they found out. even though I am just as curious to see as they are eager to show me so instead of a kidnapping vibe it’s like a stranger version of them dragging me by the arm to their office lolz

• hange has like SOMEEE potential to be my guard dog spouse but really it’s like a Pomeranian being protected by a golden retriever. like look at them. this is the most non-threatening duo ever. maybe an angry golden retriever is a little scary and out of place but it’s so weird to see and still hard to take seriously 🤨

• sneaking kisses all the time. if you can call watching one of us leaving the other’s office, being yanked back inside by the collar for a second longer only to re-emerge with a dopey grin on their face sneaky. 😏

[nereidprinc3ss]

ok finished. i missed dybmn so bad like literally best thing i could have opened this app to yayyyy!! i wasn’t even supposed to read it today like ive been rereading the rest of the chapters but its not something i can ever do at once like i always have to take my time with them and so i was gonna build up to this but i got really super impatient and ended up caving before 7 am yayyy lets give it up for responsible adults that can totally set boundaries for themselves

they are so cute. they are SO CUTE they will always have a special place in my heart but i love them so much i love their dynamic so much they are so back like they never left and we are all the happier for it. reading this was such a good experience because there were probably like 3 points where the chapter could have cut off like thought it was going to end but then it kept going and idk how much that sounds like a compliment now that ive typed it out but i promise you it really truly is 😭😭😭 jt was like but wait there’s MORE and that’s not to say the chapter felt really long cause i do read fics very slowly LOL idk what it is but i like to savor them so it usually takes me. While even just to read a couple hundred words on here but anyway the point is that i was really happy like you totally delivered even though there was never any doubt

unfortunately no university level peer review for today i’m just very excited and happy their interactions had me kicking my feet i’m serious i honestly just missed them so bad. spencer is so delicious like the way u write him is so YUMMYYY plz call me good girl and sweet thing and make me so flustered that i can’t sort through my thoughts omfg needdddd. also r is so funny the navy seal comment made me giggle and also the sheer twilightness of almost crying cause she wants that cookie soooo effing bad is hilarious me and u both sister girl. sometimes x reader is so fun when u consume it as another characters story that ur just watching over and can relate to

one thing i will say though is u do such a good job of setting a scene like it’s one of those things people deserve more credit for cause u don’t usually notice it unless it’s done wrong LOL but i don’t really visualize in my head while i’m reading but little things like how u wrote spencer pushed off the counter or like they walked to the back of the store in x aisle idk my brain kind of like Knows what ur talking about. ur like well yeah obviously cause i wrote it LOL idk how to explain it really but u do a really good job of setting a background even though it’s an underrated skill did any of that make sense i hope so sorry anyway

we are sooo back also the progression of the story is excellent i hope you feel better about it an also knowing that it doesn’t have to be a grand epic sometimes things can just be FUN and still be incredible and u cracked that code sam seriously not to sound all high and mighty and omniscient but i hope you can just enjoy it without feeling all this pressure even though that’s so much easier said than done. anyway now that i’ve written an entire dissertation in your inbox it’s time to clock out love u all hail nereidprinc3ss 🧸

Yayyyy ily ily yes I am feeling much better abt it now!!! I honestly do agree like I very rarely read the reader as myself yk like she’s usually some kinda faceless entity and I love her as a character who is not even me but also it’s extra fun cause she completely also is me like I get to make her talk how I talk and do what I’d do and I love it and I love that other ppl love it and thank u for being so sweet and kind as always lover!!!

[reminiscentreader]

Love your fics!😩 Can u write one where there is an event the Hawthornes+Avery have to attend but they haven’t left the house cuz Grayson is late and everyone is confused, and then one of his brothers come to check on him in his room only to find out he’s asleep cuz he’s feeling sick, and then that brother stays with him??😭

Thank you for being so patient! I’ve been wanting to write this for a while but I’ve been really busy 😭

Anyways hope you enjoy xx

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Jameson

The annual Hawthorne gala, Hundreds of important rich people from al over the world coming to see the Hawthorne heiress, my Hawthorne heiress. I watch as Avery slips on her deep green dress, it fits her perfectly, she is perfect, “Jamie,” I sit up a little straighter, “zip me up will you?” I make my way off our bed and towards her “of course heiress.” After I zip up her dress I rest my hands on her shoulders and tuck my head into the crook of her head, “you look so beautiful tonight heiress” I reach my hand out to stroke down her braid, “I love you” Avery leans down and presses a soft kiss to the top of my head, “I love you too.”

Grayson

I feel awful. I don’t ever get sick but right now I feel like curling into a ball and dying, I can barely stand up or see and there are tears streaming my face. I hate how vulnerable I’ve made myself, I’m ment to be attending the annual gala for goodness sake, so if I don’t sort myself out in the next five minutes, I’m fucked. I desperately try to make my way to the bathroom but I’m hopelessy stumbling around, tears blurring my vision. What would the old man say if he saw me now? Your letting yourself get sick Grayson? Hawthornes don’t get sick. They are fighters. We don’t let anything get in the way. Kill yourself tobias, is what I would’ve probably thought if he wasn’t already dead.

I don’t know how long I’ve had my head stuck in this toilet for, violently vomiting to the point of passing out, I suddenly feel light headed, maybe I should get some sleep, maybe I should take a break from work? No. Weak.

weak.

weak.

weak.

weak.

weak….

Nash

I clap my hands to get everyone’s attention, “Right ya’ll, everyone here ready to go?” 7 heads nod back at me, “alright let’s head to the car room.” About five minutes into walking Avery exclaims, “Grayson, Have you got the papers we need?” Nobody responds. “G-Grayson?” Everyone starts to look around murmuring, “Now where the hell ‘as Gray gone.” I say looking for him in the crowd of people following me, “Jesus Christ, did anyone see him come out?” Again in response I get a couple of murmurs, “Nobody?” They all shake there heads, “Guess I’ll go find him then.”

After walking all the way back to the house, I was starting to wonder if Grayson wasn’t even in the state, maybe he went to go visit his sister or something, nah, I know gray wouldn’t miss this if he was half dying. I’d stopped to ask one of the maids if they’d seen him, “M-mister Hawthorne hasn’t been out of his wing all day.” I quickly thanked her with the tip of my hat and headed towards graysons wing.

so here I am, stood outside graysons wing I’ve already knocked five times, five times with no response, “GRAYSON DAVENPORT HAWTHORNE I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DONT OPEN THIS DOOR IN 5 SECONDS IM KNOCKING IT DOWN.” No response. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.., still nothing, I know how much grayson hates privacy invaders, but it’s for his own safety, he could be dead in there for fucks sake. So Nash kicked down the door.

Grayson

the first thing I heard when I woke up was the bang of what I assumed to be someone kicking down my door, I tried to pull myself up, to see who it was, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything without it hurting, the next thing I saw was Nash standing at the bathroom door, “oh gray” Nash knealed down to my level and pushed a bit of hair that had fell into my eyes away, “what’s up?” I only grunted in response, I didn’t trust myself, “ok gray let’s get you into bed.” He helped me up, I was shaking so badly, I was tired, so so so tired. I fell asleep almost immediately, I heard Nash pull up a chair next to my bed and say something like, “Get some rest gray, please.” He helped me into my bed and the minute my head hit the pillow I fell fast asleep.

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Nash stayed with Grayson that night, and when his brothers arrived home, he did not tell them what had happened, he simply let them guess, when Grayson woke up, he did take a break from work. The night Grayson Hawthorne missed the annual Hawthorne gala, would become a secret between the two oldest Hawthornes, that the others would never found out about.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><> I am so so so sorry for how long this took 😭 I really hope you enjoyed it ❤️❤️

[thegreymoon]

Till the End of the Moon

Another day, another episode of watching Luo Yunxi and Bai Lu embark upon YET ANOTHER shit marriage 😫😫 How are these the same people who did Love is Sweet together? My suffering knows no bounds 😭😭

***

No love for this show and the characters she’s playing, but Bai Lu on her own is so cute 🖤

***

LMAOOOOOO

Run, girl! Run! Take the fruit you picked and run!! 

Also, pick all the fruit you want, eat whatever the hell you like, and fuck him and the massive broom he’s apparently got firmly lodged up his ass. When my Chu Wanning goggles are off, I definitely like Sang Jiu more than Ming Ye, but it’s a low bar 😑😑

***

Wait, she’s a demon??

Then what was she out there killing demons for? 

***

LMAO, oh, yes, please, do go talk to your brother-in-law properly about why he hasn’t fucked your sister in ONE HUNDRED YEARS 🤣🤣

I just cannot with this show 🤣🤣

***

LMAO, he’s all, “Swordsmanhip and archery? BUT WHAT ABOUT SEX??”

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LMAOOOOO

BETTER HER THAN YOU!! 🤣🤣 AFTER ALL, SHE’S THE ONE WHO’S MARRIED TO HIM!! 

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You are an incompetent husband.

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You are such a boring villain.

Come on! Get up! Get on with it! DO SOME DAMAGE!! 

It won’t even take that much to break up these two who barely communicate, let alone function as a couple. 

***

Three months ago? THREE MONTHS AGO??

DIDN’T THEY JUST SAY IT’S BEEN A HUNDRED YEARS??

***

Oh, it’s been a hundred DAYS 😅😅 I had to go back and check. 

Ming Ye, Sang Jiu, I am sorry, babies!! 🙏🙏

I admit I’m a moron and I take back all my previous griping. 

Have your sweet and innocent courtship phase! I’m stupid and have apparently lost my ability to read! I will now go into a cave and hide from embarrassment as I recontextualise this entire arc. 

***

I’ve gone back to watch the whole dual cultivation scene. God, I am stupid.

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NOOOO, DON’T CUT DOWN THE TREE

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This has got to be one of my least favourite tropes. 

When the naive, innocent, trusting heroine believes the blatant lies of her bitter, scheming, jealous rival in love and it leads to a temporary (or permanent) breakdown of her relationship. 

Fuck this trope. 

God, I miss Monarch Industry 😭😭 

Also, I miss Love is Sweet, where they decided not to fuck with any of this at all. As far as love rivals go, Qiao Na was a GODDESS 😭😭

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OH COME ON NOW

SANG JIU, YOU CAN’T POSSIBLY BE THIS STUPID!

***

What is it? Acid?

Also, Ming Ye, TALK TO YOUR FUCKING WIFE. 

I hate it when 90% of the problems in a drama could be solved by the couple simply COMMUNICATING. 

***

Unbelievable. She got into the fucking pool 🤬🤬

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Sang Jiu. Girl. 

It’s hard to sympathise with characters who are this goddamn stupid. 

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I despise this entire storyline. 

[call-sign-shark]

Yeah, I don’t think Small Heath is ready for her. Especially because she’s slowly slipping into a Berserker mode, even more now that Changretta had snatched John from her. I love thwt you’ve pointed out about how conservative the city is because it’s so true and I completely forgot about that? Considering this, her appearance definitely doesn’t leave people indifferent. Not sure they’ll like her.

The use of words you’ve made to describe John and Heaven relationships struck me. I think I could not have found better words myself: there is hundred percent a youngish playfulness of two teenagers. I’ve low key grinning at the mention that they could have been together in other circumstances because that’s true. Whether John had a crush or not is up to readers, but if Arthur didn’t exist she would have been a hell of a match for John even though I don’t know if it would have been a long term thing. (Arthur must be fuming, please cuddle him for us before he does an aneurysm. 🙃)

The two lovebirds’ reunion feels good right? Also, Lora, I squealed at your compliment. This is one of the loveliest things someone has ever written to me!! My worst fears are sounding cliché in a negative way, forcing relationships and failing to build them properly ‘cause it’s the core of fan fiction. At least this one. I don’t know if I’m better than SK but I do try my best lmao. Especially because I loathe his tendency to shape relationships as dichotomies. Also his treatment of female character is… 🙂 I didn’t want even to be the good little wife, nor the fragile one hidden behind her guard dog. Somehow, I feel like she’s the true guard dog of the couple. She just hides it better. There’s definitely a bit of “love heals” in their relationships but I’m trying to write it properly and not make the characters’ flaws and nature disappear because it’s LoVE. You’ve pointed out right, their each other’s ride and die. 🥹🖤 I just loooove that term you’ve used for them! You know them better than me darl, did you kidnap them?

We agree, John’s fate was scraped by himself but oh God it hurts like hell. I’m still mad that his death was quickly dealt with and almost never mentioned after so I had to break everyone’s heart properly. Also yess I think it’s super true what you’ve said about this version being more brutal because it focuses on emotions rather than working out a plot. Readers got the time to follow the relation since its premises and John grew like their best friend rather than a character. Really interesting. And you’re spoiling me with your compliment Lora! 😭🖤

I’ve been waiting for your song suggestions as if I was starving. Team got me ugly crying when I reread this chapter while listening it. You’ve aimes right. Also it’s a magnificent song I didn’t know. Game of Survivor is so freaking perfect for the whole context, I’m shocked. I knew it but I got chills when re-listening it. As for WDYWFM feels incredibly true to Heaven and Arthur’s feelings.

Thank you again babe, I’m soooo happy you liked this chapter cause I wasn’t sure about it idk why? I’m so lucky to have you I swear.

Heaven in Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary: Disobeying Tommy's orders, you're back in Small Heath. Your rebellious attitude starts to really bother him but you don't care. All that matters is that you're reunited with Arthur and John, the two men of your lives. From then, nothing can go wrong. Nothing, right? -- Featuring John Shelby x Reader.

Words: 5.5k

TW: Extreme angst - read at your own risk, graphic depiction of violence, canonical violence, graphic depiction of murder, major character death, allusions to self-harm.

Notes:

✞ Theme song on repeat if you want to break your heart: HERE

✞ Quotes from the TV Shows are in bold and italics

✞ Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of « you » (Moodboard here).

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The deafening howl of the train’s honk boomed in Small Heath’s station, quickly followed by a whistling sound. The steel giant had barely opened its heavy doors when the foul-smelling wind of the city rushed into the wagon and made you wrinkle your nose in disgust. It was not that you hated Small Heath strictly speaking, but the stark contrast between the industrial city and the green landscape of the forest in which you lived now was difficult to process. The sound of your stiletto soon clicked on the metallic steps as you got off the train, attracting people’s eyes to your tiny frame. Yet, you weren’t really sure if this sudden attention came from their sound, or rather the sight of your short black dress adorned with the most expensive white fur coat you had ever owned, and the gold choker necklace you wore, whose shape was one of a barbed wire wrapped around your neck. When your heels found the dirty concrete of the platform, a gargantuan hundred pounds Cane Corso with a spiked collar followed you closely, like a silent but off-putting bodyguard. He was your shadow, mimicking each of your movements and grazing your steps,  except if told otherwise. Loyal guardian, Kaiser was even more protective since Arthur left. Without minding the fascinated or curious stares that were looking at you, you walked out of the station with the dog’s leash in one of your small hands and a cigarette in the other.

“Mrs. Shelby? Here is your bag.” A man told you, all the while putting the said luggage at your feet. 

“Thanks, sir.” You replied with a brief polite smile, before stubbing your cigarette on the nearest wall and throwing it away. At first, you had been surprised by the care the staff provided you during the whole trip until you saw the glow of fear in their eyes as soon as they noticed your family name on the ticket.  She’s Arthur Shelby’s wife, you better be ready to help her with her stuff if you don’t want her husband to knock at your door and break your skull. That was what the ticket inspector told one of his colleagues when he met him in another wagon a few minutes after this frightful discovery. Waiting in front of the train station with a slight feeling of uneasiness, you swept your surrounding with your celeste blue eyes, whose coldness equaled the freezing English wind.  Looking around you in the hope of catching sight of a cab, your fingers absentmindedly brushed the almost imperceptible white burn scar on your wrist. The circle-shaped wound the cigarette had left on your skin had miraculously healed in a matter of days.

“Welcome home, little Angel.”  A familiar voice echoed right behind you. You turned around in one swift movement, and your freezing gaze turned into a child-like expression: John’s smile welcomed you, its charms so blinding that it made you momentarily forget about the dreadful feeling you carried in your soul. 

“John!” You exclaimed, unable to hold your joy any longer. Kaiser’s bark followed right after when he recognized who the man was. Without further ado, you rushed into him to pull him in a hug. Amused, John could not help but chuckle at such a vivid reaction before wrapping your body with his muscular arms and tightening his grip around you with the firm desire not to let you go, “What are you doing here?” You asked, looking at him. Your enlightened expression adorned your doll face and made your hypnotizing eyes shine with elation.

“That ain’t the right question, love. What are you doing here?” He teased you, raising one of his eyebrows, then stared right at your eyes. His tongue pushed the toothpick that was in his mouth from the right corner to the left before he went on, “When Arthur got your letter he told me about your arrival in Birmingham. Hell, he was so happy and terrified at the same time I thought that bastard was having an aneurysm. I’m the one who came at the train station ‘cause Arthur still has to make a few last-minute adjustments to welcome you here.”  As he talked, the young Shelby brother had freed one of his hands from your delicate body to pat the big Cane Corso’s head. The latter closed his eyes, mouth wide open and tongue hanging in bliss.

“A few adjustments?” You frowned.

“Like, threatening all the men of Small Heath not to even look at you, and dealing with Tommy’s reaction. He’s fuckin’ mad at you, eh.” 

Of course, he was — you could not expect less from Thomas Shelby. God, you barely arrived in town he already found a way to bother you, even if he was not here. At this stage, he had real talent. “You know what? Fuck Tommy. If he thought I’d be dumb enough to stay out of the plan while my husband and you risk your lives, well it’s his problem, not mine. And if Changretta’s men come to my door, I’ll put them in the dirt myself.” That being said, you waved off the topic, “But let’s not talk about Tommy, please” You concluded, then laid a soft kiss on his chin.  As your juicy lips crashed against his skin, John half-closed his eyelids and let out a soft exhale from his nostrils.

“Yeah, I bet you will,” He stated, referring to you possibly burying Changretta’s henchmen six feet deep. John enjoyed the physical contact for a few extra seconds, then he gently parted from you and closed his fingers around your wrist in a soft grip. You raised your gaze to him, surprised.

“Wait a minute. I just wanna check something before you get in my car.” His smile vanished, handing over to a very serious expression that kind of unsettled you.

“What‘s the problem?” Your smile followed his somewhere else. You didn’t know where, but what was sure was that it had left your face. 

Without the slightest warning, John raised your arm above your head and made you twirl one first time, “Would you look at you, little angel! What a stunning outfit!” He exclaimed, before spinning you again to admire your otherworldly beauty, “Oh my God, I’m in love. Last time we met you were barefoot in the grass like some kind of ethereal nymphet and here you come in the shape of a goddess, dressed like a queen?”  You suddenly chuckled at his unexpected reaction.

“Hey fuck you! You’ve scared me!” You nudged him in the ribs with your free arm, but it only made him laugh louder. 

“My little heart can’t resist that.” He winked at you, his grin stretching in an adorably annoying smile only he could do before making you twirl again. Sometimes, you wondered if Tommy and he were really brothers. He is so different from Arthur and John. You thought.

“John! Shut up, dumbass. Your little heart can’t resist girls in general — or more like your cock can’t resist girls.” You rolled your eyes, faking an annoyed pout which only resulted in John protectively wrapping your shoulders with one arm. 

“That’s my mean angel! Fuck I’ve missed you and your quick wit so bad. C’mon!” He said, grabbing your bag with his free hand before you started walking away. Kaiser ran and hopped inside the car a few seconds before you did.

The whole trip went well, casual conversations and joking with John had managed to alleviate the anger in your heart, which was far too focused on the driver’s joyful voice and stunning eyes. He talked to you about the kids, about his new house, and about some childhood stories. Surprisingly enough, each of his sentences had snatched a smirk from you despite the anxious situation in which the Shelbys were embedded. Nevertheless, your mind drifted away at some point and you stopped listening to him though. Not that he bothered you, but it was rather due to the fact that you lost yourself in the contemplation of the smallest details of his face. The adorable freckles, his little round ears, his pinchable cheeks… Everything about John Shelby made you feel at home. 

“Is that fine with you?” His voice suddenly popped your thoughts bubble.

“Hm?”

“I was saying that you’re going to live a few days at me house just the time for Arthur to secure Watery Lane properly. You’ll spend Christmas with me, Esme, and the kids.” He repeated, noticing he had been talking to himself for a little while.

“Ah,” You started, batting your Bambi lashes quickly to chase away your daydreams. That was all you could say, for you dive into your thoughts right again. A comforting silence fell between you. After a little while, John slightly bit the inner of his cheek and glanced at you. The truth was he had been hesitating on his next move for five solid minutes. No matter how goofy John Shelby could act, he was a sharp observant. Considering his ease at analyzing people, he naturally noticed the way your fingers nervously played with the fabric of your dress, indicating your inner turmoil. The young gangster slowly moved his hand towards you, still conflicted about what he was about to do — Was it appropriate? Were you going to slap him? He hoped not, for he didn’t want to crash the car on the side of the road and explain the reason behind the accident to Esme. But worst than facing his wife’s wrath was to offend you.

No, no he wouldn’t want you to hate him. Yet, John was not the kind of man to let the demons of his mind win. Acting first, and thinking after was a motto he often applied in real life. He briefly looked at you again, his sky-blue eyes meeting your aquamarine iris before they shifted their focus back on the road. The young Shelby brother finally gathered his courage and rested his warm and strong hand on your thighs. 

“Hey. Are you okay? You didn’t tell me what you think about living at me house.” 

“Oh yeah,” You slightly shook your head, “That’s fine with me John boy.” You finally said, punctuating your sentence by gently covering his hand with yours and, to his greatest surprise, your small and cold fingers clenched around him. The physical contact almost immediately sent a wave of comforting warmth into your soul. John’s lips stretched in a caring smile and he replied to your sweet gesture by turning his hand to intertwine your fingers together.

That was definitely fine with you, for you knew that as long as John was around, there was no place for the storm.

Only for the sun.

A sun as bright as his smile.

“Get the fuck off my way.” Arthur’s gruff voice thundered in the hallway, followed by a noisy thud and Michael’s flourishing insults.

“Piss off, Arthur!” 

The tall gangster had been so eager to rejoin his sweet angel after two awful weeks of loneliness that he had shoved Michael right into the nearest wall for the sole reason that he had been walking too slowly for Arthur’s tastes.  All the while walking through the corridor, he had thrown his beret out of frustration and had brought his hands in his hair to nervously slick them back. He busted into the living room and his shiny steel blue eyes, sparkling with a gleam of hope, searched for you. 

“Hey, Arthur.” When your soft voice swirled in the room and reached his ear with the tone of a mesmeric siren’s chant, goosebumps of excitation appeared on Arthur’s skin. Moving your body with a wildcat’s grace from the sofa, you stood up and looked at your husband with an adorably shy smile, like a young bride seeing her groom for the very first time. All the confidence you’ve felt kinda disappeared now that you were standing in front of him — would he be happy to see you? Or did you deceive him by disobeying and coming back to town despite Changretta’s men lurking in the shadow? You hadn’t the time to think about the matter though for Arthur rushed to you without waiting any longer and, with an uncontrolled strength enhanced by the power of his overflowing emotions, hugged your little frame. The gangster then lifted you from the ground, causing a cry of surprise to break free from your plumped and glossy lips.

“Bloody Hell, angel! I’ve told ye to stay safe at home!” 

He said, putting you back on the ground right before cupping your face with his large, warm, and calloused hands, before you could even react, “I’ve told ye it was too fookin’ dangerous here! What if Changretta and his men would have attacked you on the train eh?!” He exclaimed, a bit more aggressively than intended. At first, you opened your mouth to reply but no sound came out. The sight of his pained eyes and his worried expression suddenly made you feel a bit guilty: if there was one thing you hated it was being the cause of his worries. “Hmm?!” He insisted when faced with your silence. His piercing blue iris dived into yours, looking in their celestial frost for the answer your mouth could not produce. 

“I— I don’t care. If you’re in trouble then I am too. If you fight, I fight. If you die, then I fucking die. We’re one, and I’m sick of acting like the good frail wife waiting for her husband to come back from the war,” You started, shaking yourself out of your silence; and the more you spoke, the more your confidence came back, backfiring, “I don’t care about the danger, Arthur.” A desperate smile stretched the corner of your lips, making your eyes squint a little bit. A smile both tainted with sadness and mad love, “The first time we met I’ve made the promise that you’ll never face Hell alone ever again and I don’t plan to back up now that we’re at its gates.” 

“Yer fookin’ crazy, I swear you are.” He replied. His eyes shone with dawning tears as he observed your holy pulchritude, “Out of yer goddamn mind, Heaven Shelby… Fookin’ bonkers.” His face relaxed, anger swept away by the winter breeze that had rushed into the living room through the open window. Arthur finally let out a nervous yet endeared little chuckle and shook his head in disbelief, "You're so much trouble eh."

“I’ve learned from you.” You straight off replied, gently pressing your forehead against his in this intimate gesture that was so proper to him. Yet, he didn’t reply right away, still shaken by your fierceness — these last two weeks had almost made him forget how untamable you were. He wanted to scold you for behaving in such a reckless way — He really did. But the truth was big bad Arthur Shelby couldn’t resist you. And God knew how hard it was to function without your heavenly and reassuring presence. If he had to be honest, he would admit that he wasn’t sure he could do it without you anymore. He was consumed by his love for you, body and soul.

A little sigh escaped from his lips as his boiling worries slowly faded away, drowning himself in the little details of your face. With trembling fingers, Arthur grazed your snow-white hair. Fuck, he had missed you bad. Very bad. To the extent of drinking himself to sleep almost every night and lashing out at the boxing ring, mercilessly beating his opponents, for these were the only ways he had found not to slip into pure insanity. 

“Angel —“ He started, wanting to say so many things at once, but words choked in his throat. Closing his mouth, Arthur swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he did. The joy of having you there was so intense that his mind could not find something relevant to say: he wanted to talk about Tommy, about the letter he had sent you, about the Changrettas but nothing mattered anymore. What did though was you and him. That was why he finally gave up everything to hug your frame again, his spine bent so that he could bury his face in your small breasts. “I promise I’ll protect ye with me whole life, Angel. No one’s gonna hurt ye. Not on me watch.” He finally mumbled, the sound of his words muffled against the soft pale skin your cleavage exposed, thus turning his plead into more of a symphony of low grunts than anything else. 

“I’m here, darling.” You reassured him. Arthur squeezed your body a bit too painfully in reply, but you didn’t mind. The uncomfortable pressure of his brutal grip chased your worries away and made your whole soul flicker — It made you feel so tiny, so fragile, as no other men did before, and you genuinely liked it. So, he could break you in half with his hug if he wanted, you would be okay if it was the price to pay to keep feeling his possessive and aggressive love all around you.

With the desire to soothe his heated spirit and confusing thoughts that were bumping into each other in his confused head, you let your small fingers lose themselves in his messy hair. Your gesture brought immediate relief, whose warm sensation spread in his bones at the contact with your frozen skin. Arthur’s whole being gradually relaxed, and he could finally let out the pressure of these last two weeks. All of sudden, you felt salty and wet drops running down your chest, “I’ve fookin’ missed ye.” He lamented, his crystal tears dying in your cleavage. Parting from you was the worst idea ever, he thought, and he didn’t want to experience it ever again. 

“I’ve missed you too.” You said in a whisper. Ceasing to caress his hair, you put your hand on the back of his head and pressed his face a bit more against your bosom, keeping him still until his grip finally loosen around you and his tears run dry. Now that the storm of emotions was slowly calming down, Arthur sniffed one last time and raised his head, his lips reaching for yours. The press of his kiss, eager and hungry, dissipated the last couple of clouds of his troubled mind the moment your flesh reunited. Weakened by his scorching passion, your legs shook at the sweet and liquored taste of whisky on your tongue, while his strong hands explored you just as if the tall gangster wanted to make sure you were really here. To make sure he was not dreaming. His hands grabbed you, rubbed the sides of your thighs, ran up the curves of your ass, and then clenched on your shoulder blades for a short while before going down again to seize your waist in a bruising movement. You squeezed your eyes tighter, shaken to the core by the way his fingers left streams of fire in their trail, melting the ice that had settled under your skin the night he had left the house without you. Arthur deepened the kiss, almost leaving you breathless.

After an undefinable while during which you both lost the notion of time, his tongue gave yours one last stroke before he finally broke the kiss and reopened his eyes. Yes… You were still there — to his greatest relief. You let out a faint feverish sigh, the sensation of his kiss still tingling on your swollen lips, then you tilted your head to the side. Betrothed by your adorable pout, Arthur’s smile widened until the crow feet at the corner of his eyes appears. 

“Look at you. You’re fookin’ stunning, little one.” He laid his big hand on your cheek and you gently rubbed it against his palm in reply.

“What about you you tell me what you're up to instead of treating me like a little girl, Mr Shelby?” You teased, your reunion definitely erasing the worries out of your brain, even if the threat section D had sent you still lingered at the back of your mind. 

“Listen,” He started, his thumb brushing your lips with utter desire but he tried not to get too distracted by them, “John should have already told ye but you’re going to stay here ‘til Christmas hm? The house isn’t safe yet and you’ll be safer with Esme and the kids. Also, John will stick around to protect you. Just until Christmas right?”

“What about you?” You retorted, furrowing your brows. 

“As for me Tommy and I will figure out what to do. But don’t ye worry… " He brought his face closer, his mouth reaching your ear, "Each night I’ll be back in your arms and I’ll show ye how bad I’ve missed you.” He whispered, his low voice alike the growl of a starving wolf, “I'm a little afraid ye’ forgot what’s like to feel your husband, hmm.” A little amused snort came from your nostrils at the delightful perspectives. For sure, Arthur’s way to make up for the last two weeks of loneliness you’ve both been through was particularly exciting. 

“You think so? Little evil me is not so sure if she prefers Kaiser’s presence next to her in bed rather than yours. ” 

“We’ll see, love.” He was about to kiss you a second time to shut your bratty mouth when Esme appeared at the doorframe, arms crossed in her chest and one brow raised.

“There are kids there.” She reminded, her voice cold and slightly bothered. Of course, she wasn’t enchanted by your stay here, but it has been two years since you joined the Shelby family, which had given her all the time needed to tame her hostility toward you. Your relationship was still rocky, but at least she had stopped insulting you on every occasion. 

“Oops, sorry Esme.” You replied with the biggest and most charming smile you could do before taking a step back from your husband to help him —and you— resist the temptation of giving in to your burning desires. Arthur could not help but chuckle at the comment. He slipped his hands into the pocket of his long black coat, coming to the conclusion that it was safer if they stayed there.

“Alright, no need to bark Esme.” He grunted, but the sincerity of his grumpiness was definitely undermined by the faint smirk etched on his lips.

“I’ve made tea.” Esme went on, her magnificent brown eyes going from Arthur to you several times. Their dark color struck you for one second for their hard beauty reminded you of autumn leaves spinning in the immensity of her iris. You did not hate her. You never did. As harsh as her behavior had been, you had come to understand that her reactions were dictated by fear rather than spite. As a very catholic person, Esme was more than terrified by evil spirits — and she ultimately thought you were one, not seeing the enamored twenty-five-year-old girl you were, but the evil witch you could be. You could not blame her though, for she wasn’t entirely wrong. Somehow, you were convinced that Esme was the only one of the family who truly understood your dormant dangerous nature. What she did not grasp though was the sincerity of your feelings, “Hurry up.” She said, turning around and returning to the kitchen.

“Come on,” You gently wrapped your arms around your husband, “Kaiser is waiting in the kitchen. He’s going to be so happy!”

“Ah right, let’s see the man who took me place in bed.”

Arthur had barely stepped into the room when you heard the dog’s frantic barks, soon followed by his muscular body running toward his master to greet him with great enthusiasm. The sight of Kaiser almost reaching Arthur’s height, with his two front paws on his shoulders, filled you with joy.

It was at this very moment that you were almost convinced that nothing could go wrong.

The calm of the forest was a type of peacefulness nothing else could outmatch. All that was lacking from this grandiose landscape was the mighty shadow of the old and wise mountains of Haute-Falaise, whose silent lullaby could only be heard by those who paid close attention to it. From where you came, Christmas was always synonymous with snow along with the cold sensation of frosty wind biting at your face. Each time you would come back home after a joyful moment of playing games outside with your little sister, the warmth of the hearth’s fire would welcome you. But this Christmas, like many others since you left France, there was no snow. No mountains. And no little sister anymore. You were alone in the forest, wandering among the dead trees and the howling breeze.

Katie had woken up with a light fever, and she had cried in her father’s arms for twenty strong minutes before he managed to hush down her sorrow. Following a quick discussion with John, you informed him that you knew a natural remedy against fever and then, you went in the forest to collect the few plants you needed to concoct a healing tea. Esme would have naturally disagreed with the idea if John had told her, which hadn’t been the case. Instead, you simply replied that you needed some fresh air when she asked you why you were venturing outside the house on Christmas morning.

Oh, fuck it's you. Got nothing better to do on Christmas morning? // Tommy wants everybody at Charlie's Yard now, come on.

You’ve been wandering for over one hour when you finally found all the plants you needed for Katie’s tea. Satisfied, you headed back home with a light heart, already thinking about the pleasant breakfast that was waiting for you. A small grin flattered your lips at the thought of the children tearing their gifts’ paper apart and screaming with awe at the discovery of their new toys. 

What's gonna happen man, it's fucking Christmas.

Moreover, you could not wait for the adults to open their gifts too. Even if Ada told everyone to focus on the kids, you could not help but buy a little something for the house’s hosts: a beautiful silver necklace with a protective crystal pendant for Esme, and an expensive ring for John inside which was engraved the sentence “Le soleil brûle dans ton sourire” which meant "The sun burns in your smile". 

John. John, come to the meeting. All right? Think about the kids. Come to the meeting and if you want to leave, then fine.

For sure you could not wait to see their surprised expression slowly shifting to joy the moment you would give them their gifts! A little smile flattered your lips at such adorable thought. In truth, you had stopped celebrating Christmas for so long that the perspective to do it today delighted you. It was going to be a wonderful, wonderful day.

Get in the fuckin' house!

The petrifying detonations of gunshots tore the forest’s silence apart, which caused a cloud of afraid birds to erupt from the trees’ thick foliage. One shot, the surprise made you wonder if you had really heard that or if it was just the traumatizing memories of men chasing you down in the forest that was playing with your mind. Two shots, you turned towards where the noise was coming from, realizing it was real. Three shots — they stirred a brutal pain in your chest. A pain so vivid your fingers loosened their grips on the plants, letting them go, and grabbed the place where your heart was. It was drumming so hard in your chest that you felt it was about to burst your ribcage open. Crushed by the unexplainable ache and a crawling feeling of anxiety, you leaned against a tree not to collapse on the muddy soil. Your throat felt tight, to the extent you could barely breathe anymore. With eyes wide open, you desperately tried to calm yourself and comprehend what was happening to you. And suddenly the macabre evidence of the whole situation hit you like a train — a suffocating panic seized you again as you realized that the gunshots were not coming from hunters in the forest but from John's house.

No.

Your body moved slowly from the tree, taking a few wobbly steps.

“No!” Your voice yelled but no one was there to hear your desperate cry except the pristine nature, which had sent the wind to howl in pain with you. A surge of adrenaline ran through your body and, as if you had received the fiercest whiplash ever, you started running to the house as fast as you could. You ran faster and faster, with the cold breeze biting your face and brambles clawing at your exposed skin as you rushed past thick bushes. That was all you could do anyway for every other function of your being had shut down to focus only on your restless race. You could not think straight anymore. You could not hear anything else than the brutal beating of your heart resonating in your skull. Gosh, you couldn't even see properly, your vision narrowed into a small point in the horizon that was John's house. So you just ran, you ran no matter the insufferable burn in your lungs and the soreness of your legs.

"Hey! Come back, little doe". You could almost hear them behind you. The cruel men who hunted little thirteen years old you in the dark woods of Haute-Falaise. "We’re not gonna hurt you! Fuck — where’s that little slut?!"

Moving away the last branches aside, you jumped above a thick root and broke the last meters that separated you from the house. That was when you heard it, the agonizing scream of Esme. Her voice, filled with pain and fear, almost pierced your eardrums like the wailing lament of a Banshee. You reached the front of the house and suddenly, your legs made an abrupt stop, refusing to move anymore. In front of your wide-opened eyes, from which tears were already leaking, laid the inanimate body of both Michael and John in a crimson puddle of their own blood.

"John! Oh my God, John! No!" Esme yelled, her face contorting with indescribable sorrow and insufferable ache. She was kneeling on the pavement and hugging the motionless frame of her husband, whose skin already faded two shades paler. The young Romani beauty shook him but John's eyes remained shut. At first, you wanted to scream along with her, giving in to panic, but no sound came from your mouth. Instead, you let your quivering body drop to its knees and immediately put the moist palms of your hands on your best friend's wounded chest — The numerous bullet holes had made flowers of blood blossom on the white fabric of his shirt.

You took a deep breath, threw your head back, and closed your eyes in a desperate attempt to channel all the magic that was running in your blood to save him. After all, you had witnessed your mother performing similar miracles in your childhood. All you needed to save him was a faint beating of his heart, even the weakest would do the trick. Thus, you focused on your task the best you could and drained yourself of most of your energy in the hope of seeing John reopening his magnificent blue eyes and offering you one of his beaming smiles. You were pretty sure that he would come back to life, just like the bird you had found in the garden two years ago. Yes, you were going to bring him back to life, and this awful nightmare would be over and you would all have a good fairy tale ending.

— But life wasn't like the tales you loved: his heart had stopped beating for too long for you to do anything. It had been only a matter of minutes but still, you came too late.

You came too late.

When you understood it, a river of tears streamed down your angelic face. One of your hands gently moved up to his throat, and you pressed two fingers on his carotid artery to check his pulse in a desperate and last attempt to feel something, but there was nothing. Only the dull silence of Death. You slowly backed off and looked at the surprisingly peaceful expression on his face, forever frozen by the Reaper's cold kiss.

John was gone.

And so was the sun.

✞ A little note now that you've finished this chapter: Heaven did not ignore poor Michael by the way. When walking past him she noticed that his wound was not as serious as John's, so she decided to check him after checking John.

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[jiahspov]

୧ ♡ ୨  ⸻   “ a small guide to jiah post debut relationships.

 — ♡  ˖ ˚ BINS͟U͟L͟    ﹙ june 2019 - october 2020  ﹚

he  was  my  first  real  real  relationship.  we were so young and so in love [ . . . ]

it was 2019, txt had just debuted and were slowly making their name when soobin accidentally confessed to his members jiah was his celebrity crush. he thought none of this, but suddenly jiah was friends with half of txt. especially beomgyu.

jiah was so clueless to soobin’s growing affection and he was so painfully awkward around her, to the point she asked beomgyu if he didn’t like her. 😭

beomgyu ended up telling her the truth and jiah was so happy.ᐟ.ᐟ because she too had a small crush on him. BUT HE JUST WOULDN’T MAKE A MOVE ON HER, so she had to ask him out.

they dated for about a year, and even met each others’ families. their close friends honestly thought they would get married because they’re such a dreamy couple. polar opposites but so compatible.  even with their tight agenda, they would facetime every night for hours until one of them would fall asleep.

[. . .] though  letting him go was hard,  the  what ifs  hurt me the most.

no one knows why they broke up, not even themselves. it just happened. one day they were making plans and the next they mutually decided to break up.

maybe it was their clashing schedules, maybe the fact that staying hidden wasn’t enough for jiah, maybe it really just happened.

[ . . . ] i’d rather have got into a huge fight, or maybe a fall out from our feelings. i’d rather he had hurt and broke me, i’d rather have anything than never knowing what we did wrong. when we failed.

how they are doing nowadays?

they don’t talk anymore. jiah asked him to block her because she would always text him when she was drunk. but she never blocked him, sort of wishing he would reach out to her. but he never did. she moved on from him, but honestly she never moved on from their relationship.

— ♡  ˖ ˚   SONGS͟U͟L͟ ﹙ aug  2021 -  dec 2021 ﹚

[ . . . ] i’ve had hundreds of people shouting for my name and cheering me up, still… mingi was the only one who made me feel the closest do adored.

they met when jiah went to wooyoung’s birthday. they sort of clicked and she asked for his number so they could keep contact. they started dating just a few days into talking but honestly it seemed like they had known each other for a lifetime now.

it was only when mingi asked her to meet her family for the holidays that jiah realized she wasn’t ready for a relationship. 

[ . . . ] he wanted to meet my parents and would constantly ask me what he could buy to win my brothers over. . .

she broke up with him after five months together,  he tried to make things work and didn’t give up on her,  but he soon acknowledged that her heart belonged somewhere else.  still,  they kept going on dates because it comforted both of them.

she kept their break up a secret until early 2022.

[ . . . ] i wish i was the one hurting. . .

how they are doing nowadays?

they are still close friends. though mingi is clearly not over her, he thinks keeping her close is better that pursuing a relationship she can’t have now. but he silently waits for a second chance.

©️  JIAHSPOV

[rovermcfly]

does it feel a little weird to see how popular ofmd has gotten in real time? I remember just a couple weeks ago, right after episode 6 had aired, when there were only like a few gifs of scenes from the show and they all only had a couple hundred notes. and you were like one of the only people talking about it haha. then after episodes 7 and 8 aired it suddenly got super popular. I’m really glad but it’s kinda strange because I’ve been loving it since episodes 3 and 4 😭

YES OH MY GOD IT IS SO WEIRD

listen. I was here when there were 0 fics on ao3. I was here when there was one gifset. I was here when I was a top 3 blog for the tag after making 3 posts because there were so few people talking about it that you automatically became a top blog for using the tag.

Now it's the most in-demanded show on HBO rn with hundreds of articles being written about it and it's huge, very nearly unprecedented fandom. You can't keep up with new posts in the tag anymore. I thought "oh I hope a fanartist or two will get into this show" not expecting essentially every fanartist on tumblr to be contributing 3 weeks later.

it is SO weird. I've been in plenty of tiny fandoms, but never one that started tiny and then exploded into the biggest tumblr fandom over the course of 3 weeks.

[bangchanswolfpelt]

actually this is Hilarious but my bts wrecker IS JUNGKOOK LMAO (and pretty pretty taehyung, he's so weird in just the right way)

svt: bias scoups + seungkwan, wrecker jeonghan + joshua (there are 13 of them!! i deserve two of each)

skz: bias oscillates wildly between hyunjin, minho and chan depending on the day and what sort of fuckery they've been up to (+ seungmin staying steady as my wrecker)

ateez: bias mingi, wreckers yunho and yeosang (hongjoong + seonghwa were up there for the longest time but then kingdom happened and yeosang and yunho killed me in cold blood)

mamamoo: hwasa bias, wheein wrecker 🥺

soloists: iu!!, taemin, sunmi, woodz

other artists: the boyz (sunwoo, kevin), loona (chuu), blackpink (lisa)

tell me what u think!!

xoxo honey 🍯

i sCREAMED, we're rocketing past 'same hat' straight into

(and god. Tae. i legally cannot talk about Tae, he makes me so aggro 😩)

i feel you about Seventeen!! there's so many of them and it's too easy to love them all. if you held my Thirteen Tapes photobook hostage and told me i could only choose one boy, it would ultimately come down to Wonwoo, but Scoops, Joshua, and Jeonghan all regularly come for my throat, too! 😭 Scoops is 100% Grade A boyfriend material, Shua was a top contender in the Ultimate Bias Showdown that went down those first few months, and Jeonghan has been wrecking me hard with this last comeback—he's had me writing nearly 3k of smut in a dark car and having full meltdowns in Muse's inbox 😭😭😭

Seungkwan’s the one member i’m not even a little thirsty for (though he came close with that one Cosmo shoot—i think it’s the hair!), but he has a special throne in my heart for being so full of rage and talent💕💕💕 i just wanna buy him an iced americano and tell him he’s doing a great job 🥲

Stray Kids — ahhhhh, i'm right there with you with Chan!! he's just so hot and sweet and goofy and dateable?? Hyunjin and Minho are absolute menaces, too! my twitter tl being filled with pictures of Hyunjin because people missed him during his hiatus was one of the first things that made me pay attention to Stray Kids 😂 and Minho is gorgeous always, but he’s been looking real good lately—i think i may have actually paid more attention to him than to Chan when i watched Winter Falls

in terms of wreckers, for me: Changbin has so much of my attention, i'm not even sure if he's wrecking me or just straight up picking up bias shifts when Chan needs a break. Jeongin is well on his way to becoming A Problem, too—i love big hands and boys with a mean streak 😵‍💫 and i think i’m starting to really see how Seungmin operates as a wrecker—i thought he was just a cute, soft-spoken lil puppy at first, but seeing him flirt with older idols and be a bit of a brat has me 🥴

Ateez — my bias is unquestionably Hongjoong and that's one hundred percent because of kingdom 😭; i don’t think i've been properly wrecked yet, but Seonghwa, Wooyoung, and Yeosang have definitely caught my eye since then 👀 i also know it’s only a matter of time before Mingi and Yunho get to me, too—i’m so weak for tall babes 😩

Mamamoo — i didn't have a bias for a verrrrrry long time, but i think Wheein has just very slightly edged the other girls out—it's very much a Seventeen situation, tho, in that i feel like i'm just constantly being bounced back and forth. Hwasa has a very special place in my heart, tho—i heard her solo stuff before i heard Mamamoo as a group, and she's the reason i got into them in the first place💕

soloists: ahhhhhh, IU and Taemin!! i love them, too!!!! i've been meaning to pay attention to Sunmi and Woodz as well (i’m seen some interesting comparisons about Sunmi and Hyuna both using their work to critique the idol/entertainment industry and the way it treats (specifically female) idols and their bodies in different ways that has me really wanting to dig deeper; i don’t know anything about Woodz, except i think i’ve seen him hang out with Hongjoong in a couple gif sets? but people whose taste i trust say his music slaps and that's honestly enough for me)

some of my favorite soloists (we might be edging out of kpop a little with some of these, but that's fine)

eaJ !! (i love!! this man!! i love that he looks like chicken little and literally made that part of his brand and now he can never shake that!! i love that all his songs are too short and too good!! i love that even as we acknowledge the inherent fakeness and persona wrapped up in being an entertainer, he always comes off as very real in a way that seems almost in spite of himself sometimes, and that there's something in his goofy rambling and playful antagonism that feels very familiar and comfortable to me—i laughed until i cried when he yelled at the crowd for meme-ing him at HITC, and then i just cried when he sang 50 Proof 🥺)

Jessi (i just!! want to be her dog!! her dumb little baby!! her little housewife!!!!)

Eric Nam (i know he’s a scorpio, but i wanna bully him so bad 😤)

Jay Park (controversial take: i'm pretty sure i'd be willing to leave my drink with if i ever met him in person; i have Opinions on Jay Park, and the nature of scandals in kpop/in general, and what his say about him, but we don't need to go into that)

Seori

Chungha

Hyuna + Dawn<3

CL and everyone from DPR

i've also gotten into most of GOT7 through their solo stuff now, so that's been a wild ride 🥴 Jackson's the OG, tho—my perfect prince, my sweet idiot man💕

i don’t listen to any of the other groups you listed but Lisa!! is cute as hell!!!! (my roomie played some of her solo stuff in the car and i might have to check it out on my own time) and Sunwoo was definitely one of the boys who caught my eye on kingdom 👀 (shhhhhh have this, honey🍯) 😗

[tartagilicious]

ty for tagging me rie! :D

-> why did you choose your url?

ahhhsdj well, for no real reason, actually! i just thought it sounded cool, and was looking for a change

-> any sideblogs?

this is a sideblog! @theactualsun is my main/spam + @lujinghe is my aesthetics account (inactive, so i might switch the username to my main sometime ehe) i have more but they aren’t worth mentioning

-> how long have you been on tumblr?

since dec 2016!

-> do you have a queue tag?

PLSS THIS IS A JOKE I SWEAR MY TAG IS #q: harvesting organs with atsumu. i saw a tiktok a while ago that was randomised haikyuu dates, and when atsumu got this really cute one, the creator said they thought a date with him would probably end with him harvesting your organs or something 😭 i thought it was funny so i made it my queue tag. it’s a bit neglected though </3

-> why did you start your blog in the first place?

at the time, i wanted to start writing for otome games and the like, but didn’t really want to mix it with my main account’s writing, which was kpop, at the time because i belonged to networks and stuff. so, the only solution was to create another one lolol

-> how many followers do you have?

2,136! i’m so grateful for all of you and i hope you’re having a good time here!! 🫂

->how many tumblrs do you follow?

i feel a little un-proportionate compared to the others in this post but 😭 i follow 555 blogs, mutuals, writing blogs, and some misc content ykyk, i don’t discriminate

-> have you ever made a shitpost

not technically i don’t think! my #shut-up-grace has gotta be the closest to shitposting i’ll ever get

-> how often do you use tumblr?

it really depends, but more often now that we’re in the summer months!

-> have you ever had a fight/argument with another blog?

for sure i’ve had a couple encounters, that’s unfortunately just how it goes :’)

-> how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog’ posts?

generally good! i’m a writer myself, i know the importance in reblogging content, and you totally should! unless it’s being forced, or someone chooses to ask you directly to reblog their stuff. you really don’t need to reblog anything, though it helps

-> do you like ask/tag games?

yeah i like oversharing/hj

-> which one of your tumblr mutuals do you think is famous?

all of them, there’s no way any of their content is followed by any less than hundreds of people 😭

-> do you have a crush on a mutual?

no, but i still love you all <33

tagging: @lucult - @nuttytani - @areswhy - @overduelibrarybooks

hello hello i was tagged by the ever wonderful @ladislavaa for this tag game!! tysm for the tag i care you so much 💕

-> why did you choose your url?

hoo boy. there’s about... three different references in it, ones i’m not quite willing to explain because i will out myself as a enormous nerd. but it’s subtle enough that most people won’t get it so it’s ok. so i chose it because of the amount of references i could fit in it without it seeming overt.

-> any sideblogs?

i have. a lot. if you look at my bio for my main, there’s a list of sideblogs i have. a dead writing one, some dead ask blogs, an au blog i need to get back to now that school isn’t actively kicking me in the face... and a dimitri one from fire emblem that’s currently thriving now that i’ve revived it. anyways i have a lot of dead ones but i’m fond of them so they’ll stay there.

-> how long have you been on tumblr for?

since july of 2018! the three year mark of my time here on tumblr is coming up and i honestly didn’t expect time to go by so fast. sure i haven’t been here as much as other people, but i’ve enjoyed my time here! for the most part.

-> do you have a queue tag?

nope! not for my main! my ask blogs do, but not this one.

-> why did you start your blog in the first place?

honestly i just wanted to find a place that was fandom-centric so i could meet more people who had similar interests to me. it sounds so cheesy now that i think about it, but i really did just want some friends who had similar interests as me because a lot of the ones i had at the time didn’t.

-> how many followers do you have?

244 as of right now! but i know a good chunk of them are p-rn bots that i’ve reported and blocked over the years, so i’m not sure if that’s an accurate measure of my followers or not. i don’t know why so many people follow me anyways i just spam reblog things lol.

-> how many people do you follow?

336 currently, i kind of have this ‘if i like them, i’ll follow them’ mentality and hope i don’t come off as weird to the people i start following randomly.

-> have you ever made a shitpost?

oh yeah, probably. i’m not very well known for making original posts though, so they kinda just sit in the void that is my blog. i don’t mind, it just means that people won’t see the silly little clown words come directly from my brain.

-> how often do you use tumblr everyday?

probably more than i should. i’ve noticed myself spend a lot less time on it recently, but that’s probably because i’ve been busy. i don’t spend all of my time here though, and that’s good enough for me.

-> did you ever have a fight/argument with a blog before?

ehh, i wouldn’t call it a fight. a little spat here and there, maybe, but that hasn’t happened in some time and at this point i’d prefer not to get involved with people who aren’t worth the effort.

-> how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog’ posts?

i don’t really like the idea of them because of how much guilt tripping they do. sure they’re about important topics, but there’s better ways to raise awareness than to guilt trip people into talking about it. they make me anxious if i’ll be honest, and that’s not great.

-> do you like ask/tag games?

oh i LOVE those, please if anyone wants to tag me in stuff or ask me questions please go for it!! i love talking to people here and interacting in general! i won’t judge you for wanting to ask me stuff or anything, honestly i feel like the weird one for being so enthusiastic about it lol.

-> which one of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

oh for sure i think it’s @/kiiingsnake and @/jamblute. i honestly have no idea why they’re my mutuals and i’m too afraid to tag them in anything (including this). ;-;

-> do you have a crush on a mutual?

eh, no. i love my mutuals, but as friends. also i’m on the aro spectrum so attraction who?? they’re all wonderful people though and i appreciate them.

and that’s it folks! thanks for letting me ramble (somewhat) unprompted. i shall tag @pecha-cake @blackcliff-typewriter @doriduckdoodles @agent--shade and anyone else who wants to do it!!