#I'm moving to South I need more sunshine

[valkyyriia]

Hiii! It is I — Veli! no not nagi /lh

Can I request for a fic with Ellis where he happens to be lovesick? He and reader had to be separated for a period of time due to work, travel etc. And maybe they reunite at the end, but upto you

Take care and stay hydrated <33

Growth

Words: 1107 CW: None | SFW Tags: Separation, Mutual Pining, Jude being Jude Prompt: Ellis + Lovesick Pairing: Ellis / Reader

Note: Hi Veli! No, Nagi - no, Veli - hahaha! Thank you for the request, I love Ellis. 💜 This one is sweet! ... And got away from me a bit. Whoops. I guess I'm long-winded tonight, hahaha. I hope you like it!

"Be safe," you told him, your nose buried in Ellis' purple and black jacket. Ellis held you close, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"I will be," he smiled. "I wouldn't miss your happiest day for anything."

"Yeah, yeah," Jude cut in irritably. "We get it. Yer gonna cry the whole time yer separated. Let's get a move on, Ellis. We ain't got all day."

Ellis squeezed you tighter for a moment, a murmured 'sorry' whispered into your hair, before he let go and followed Jude out the front door.

As you watched the door to Crown Castle shut behind them, your heart constricted painfully in your chest. You hated being left behind on missions like these.

Crown had received intel that there was a branch of human traffickers taking up residence in Ipswich. They were using the Gulf of Orwell to ship their captives all over Europe.

Victor had claimed the mission was too dangerous for you, that you would be a target if you had accompanied them. Even if you were just there to act as Fairytale Keeper, you'd be singled out the moment you were spotted near Jude.

You knew the more likely truth was that you would be a liability to Jude, Ellis, and Roger if you were to accompany them. If things went south, you'd be left unable to protect yourself adequately, and the others would be scrambling to defend you, putting themselves in danger.

You absolutely hated feeling like a liability to Crown.

It was understandable that you didn't know your way around weapons. Compared to everyone else in the organization, you had had an easy upbringing. Jude never stopped mentioning it, in fact.

You were the Fairytale Keeper. Your job was mostly to assist when needed and to record the evil deeds of the Cursed.

Your job was generally not to infiltrate drug dens and human trafficking organizations.

You knew that, and still.. it bothered you.

You hated the idea that if Ellis - or any of the others - were to get themselves into a tight situation, you would be more of a hinderance than a help to them.

And that was how you found yourself in Victor's office, an hour after the trio had left on their mission.

"Ah, if it isn't our lovely little robin," Victor greeted cheerfully. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I want to learn how to protect myself." You were candid with him. "I don't want to b a liability anymore."

Victor's eyes widened and he looked at you in mild surprise. Of all the things you could have wanted from him, that was not what he anticipated.

"Of course, you're welcome to anything in my personal armory as a member of Crown, my dear robin," Victor said, "And I would be more than happy to help you in any way you desire. If you're certain, I'll set out some time to teach you."

The next morning found you in the castle courtyard, Victor walking you through the use of various weapons in his repository. A few of the others came to observe, some offering pointers, others simply watching.

Truth be told, the other members of Crown didn't mind protecting you when needed. All of them, even Jude (though he would deny it), appreciated the optimism and sunshine you brought them on a daily basis. None of them held it against you.

Regardless of your decision to stay with them, they wanted to leave you with the ability to return to your normal life if that's what you chose to do.

They were evil, certainly - but far from heartless. They all cared for you in their own way.

Every day you practiced with Victor, you found your mind wandering to Ellis and the mission. Was he okay? How was the mission going? When would he be coming home?

You missed him.

You were looking forward to seeing him again, safe and unharmed.

Unbeknownst to you, Ellis was having similar thoughts.

Ellis hated being separated from you, too.

He had long ago learned to squash down his desires. They were unnecessary and only served to get in the way of his goals and the happiness of all around him.

And yet he found himself wishing more and more for your presence near him.

Ellis was quiet for the majority of the train ride.

"Yer gloomier than usual, kid," Jude huffed, lighting a cigarette. "Ya left the bird for what, an hour, and it's all doom and gloom?"

"Sorry," Ellis said. "I was just thinking."

"Well, stop it," Jude snarked, ignoring the look Roger was giving him. "Yer gonna break something."

Ellis smiled noncommittally, looking out at the landscape whizzing past them.

Part of him wished you could have joined them. It was unusual for him and Jude to take a mission without you nowadays. Victor, however, had said this one was too dangerous for you.

Ellis agreed, of course. You had had the barest of minimums when it came to weapons training. Your happiness was his top priority, sure; but your safety was equally important. He couldn't have you dying before you had your happiest moment.

Ellis also knew that you seeing what was going on in this place would make you sad. He somehow wanted to see that even less than he wanted to see you get hurt.

The fact that this was in your best interest didn't ease the ache in his chest any less. He missed you already.

This was going to be a long few days.

The mission went by quickly, all things considered.

Thanks to Roger's exemplary hearing and Jude and Ellis' quick thinking, they were able to infiltrate the den and capture the ringleaders within a few days. The remaining members of the organization had been scattered and left leaderless. Sure, another leader would pop up eventually - but it was doubtful it would be at this same location, and it would take awhile to recoup their losses as well.

For now, they've done all they could.

In contrast to their train ride to Ipswich, Ellis was smiling on the return trip. He would be seeing you soon, and that thought was enough to make him happy.

Ellis found he considered his own happiness a lot more now that he was with you. He found it didn't bother him too much, though; you had said on many occasions that his happiness brought you happiness. If it made you happy, he'd do anything.

Jude took one look at him and scowled, turning back to his book.

Ellis didn't mind. He was just looking forward to your sweet reunion.

Note: I've been sitting on it for awhile, and debated on writing their reunion, but I think I prefer the open-ended ambiguity at the end. I hope this is alright with you. 😊

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[splendsay]

Chapter Drop // Callsign: Sunshine

Chapter 6: Diamond Ace

CWs: Gun(s), Potentially triggering food/body language Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Captain John Price, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Reader (You) Story Summary: You're a renowned expert marksman in the U.S. military. Or -- you were. Before everything went to hell. Now, you live in hiding, relying on your deadly, albeit limited, skillset for survival. Until one day, you get a call. Chapter Excerpt:

The silent tension that settled over the kitchen upon Ghost's arrival has grown so thick you can practically cut through it.

To your surprise, it's Captain Price that finally breaks it, by addressing you. 

"So, er -- these two," he gestures to Soap and Gaz. "Will be off after tomorrow on a couple private missions of their own. Chief Laswell and I've got some business to attend to a few hours south, so I er -- I'm leaving you in -- Ghost's care for a couple weeks."

You struggle to swallow the bit of grilled cheese currently lodged in your throat. Even Ghost seems surprised by this information, because his arm freezes mid-air. He'd been spooning soup to his mouth, the only part of his face currently exposed to air besides his eyes. He silently slides those eyes to Price, an unspoken question there. 

Price merely gives him a look that says, "Not up for discussion," and Ghost is moving again, slurping with unrepentant apathy. 

"He'll work on training you," Price continues. "Get you--"

"I don't need training," you cut in. 

Soap and Gaz exchange another pointed glance. Price brings his hands to the table, offering them to you in a placating manner. 

"I understand you might feel that way, Sunshine, but the fact is, you've been inactive for more than a year. To say nothing of your physic--"

"I'll be fine. I am fine."

Price sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose, shuttering his eyes. "Be that as it may -- you're staying here. And Ghost with you. How you two choose to spend that time I suppose is less of a concern to me than whether or not you eat. Rest. Regain your strength."

You snort and cross your arms over your chest. 

"Fine."

You maintain a glare at Price, though there isn't a ton of power behind it. You're exhausted. And you've about had your fill of strangers for one day. Or two days. However fucking many days it's been. With a huff, you shove yourself back from the table, your sandwich half-eaten, your bowl of soup still full. 

It was too much, anyway, you tell yourself. Your stomach is probably the size of a walnut. 

"I'm going to bed."

Nobody stops you as you stalk out the door into the crisp hallway beyond. 

----------------------------------------------------------- Links to: Spotify Playlist Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

I've already covered Thirsty Tyler Perry's Suckit history, but in light of their updated origins story, here's a refresher:

Keep in mind that TTP now owns a very large stake in Netflix. 🤔

TPP's 1st story: I wrote to her [The Wife] before the wedding because the press was mistreating her due to her black skin. After the wedding I received a note of acknowledgement and thanks.

TTP's 2nd story: I wrote to her before the wedding because her father betrayed her by selling stories

TPP's current story: everyone thinks NOprah introduced us but NOprah didn't even know that I reached out to them. we had the same publicist [Sunshine Sachs Kayleigh] years ago and sent them a note & said if you ever need anything I'm here and she called months later and talked to me like you talk to a therapist and they hid out at my home for a long time 🙄

Why the LIES?

It was NOprah who sent out the signal for "black" entertainers to platform the suckit duo using social media. TTP cannot deny that it was NOprah who gave him the idea to write the letter. NOprah, Gail & TTP are best friends forever. Gail and NOprah were flying to the UK for the festivities and TTP wanted to join the party.

According to Lady C, NOprah encouraged TPP to snail mail MM a letter, and in turn he could expect a wedding invitation. Unfortunately for TTP, he wasn't an A-list billionaire.

The Wife said TTP wrote to her because he was praying for her and offered to assist her in the future.

TTP tried again with his "I felt that" tweet of support after her pity party in South Africa.

No doubt his social media support piqued her interest and she slid him into her "sucker" files.

TTP: She had a happy life, she had a really happy life [in America] before she moved to the UK.

Also TTP: She could have said a lot more [about the BRF] but she's too CLASSY 😬

Paranoid Sparry and The Wife were "afraid" to be trapped in Canada for the SARS-COV-2 pandemic. The Wife telephoned TTP (known for loaning out his homes and plane to celebrities) for the 1st time because she knew he would rescue her. He chastised Dorito for failing to give her meg the racism "talk."

TTP also told the media that he didn't want love unless it could be like their [Suckit] love. Now he says they make beautiful children.😂

Thirsty Tyler Perry is a svengali, a handler. They all deserve one another.

[chii-sweets]

first entry of 2025

Wow, I haven't vented on tumblr in ages but hey, new year new depressed me?

January has been feeling never ending, like I swear years passed by instead of just 23 days. I started off the year not the best but I did have a lot more hope than I do now.

I started drinking anti stress pills, nothing you need a prescription for but I need them to get me through a work day. I hate my job and I've been working only for 4 months..It's not even that bad, I get to work from home which is cool but the job itself is so unrewarding. It's a call center technical support job, ifykyk. I liked it at first but now I dread going to work each day, I hate how I have to work in shifts and that sometimes my shift is till 23:00. All breaks are scheduled too which sucks, complains 24/7 from people who don't know or don't want to do a simple task or restarting your router...It gets to me.

Before that I had an okay job, I worked there for 2 years, also had to do with calls but it was a regular 8 to 5, was more prestigious until they made me do other stuff (SALES! cause every fucking company wants to do sales, even at my current job they want me to sell shit to clients) but I got let go. It was pretty fucked how they let me go, didn't get severence pay or anything , in fact I got screwed financially by them cause you should never trust managment. Lesson learned.

I almoust got the job I wanted before I got turned down in favor of someone more experienced...I also broke up with my fiance cause the relathionship got very toxic for both of us. But we're still friends which is nice. I never truly loved him as a boyfriend though...I did try to fall in love but couldn't. Isn't it funny? That the one thing you wanted more than ever to have your own family , you found someone willing to give you that but youj justs didn't want to be tied to him all your life cause you felt miserable. I'm so stupid.

I moved back in with my family, saving for a mortage..I'm so tired. I wish I was more happy and grateful, but I'm not. I grew to be bitter and cruel..I wish I could tell my friends how I feel but I'm scared to..I was the bubbly friend and I want to be remembered as a sunshine not as a storm causing calamity to everything she touches.

Books and movies and music is all I have, daydreams to keep me sane. No matter what I do, I feel miserable and everytime I try to change my situation something goes south. I gave up on trying, I just don't want to feel , I want to just be content at least.

[spiritflakess]

Goodbye, Hello.

SatoSugu Oneshot.

Word Count: 2.5k

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Tags as on A03: Jujutsu Kaisen Manga Spoilers,CHAPTER 236 COPE,satosugu, Getou Suguru Needs a Hug, Gojo Satoru Needs a Hug, Reincarnation, Same first names, Gojo Satoru is a Little Shit, Kid Geto has no idea what pokemon is., Gojo Satoru Being an Idiot, Gojo Satoru-centric, POV Gojo Satoru, Gojo caught up, No beta we die like the cake I baked today instead of writing., Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, The cope is real on this one, Gojo Satoru adores Geto Suguru, Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru Fluff.

Language: English

It was warm, that gentle, fuzzy warmth of the sun on his face. For once, he could sigh like he'd always wanted, with relief. 'No Jujutsu Sorcerer dies without regrets.', that much of what Yaga always said had rung true.

How much did he regret? That was a question he didn't feel like answering, not like it mattered now. Still, he indulged, as usual for someone as brazen as him.

"I think, my only regret, is that you weren't there to pat me on the back."

His arm obscuring his eyes, as he leaned back against the benches frame. Soaking in that sunshine like a sponge to water. A rarity that had drifted from him, a smile reserved only for one soul. It blossomed once more, in that quiet sun.

"You're kidding, your one regret in life is that I wasn't cheerleading for you?"

Satoru held back his urge to laugh, as the velvety voice beside him spoke. His breath hitched, failing to hold back the series of ugly giggles that fell from his mouth.

Laughter that shook the bench, directly from the chest. Met only by the music of that exasperated sigh, a sound he so dearly missed. A melody he'd never let get away from him again.

"I'm just saying, it would've been cool." Satoru supplied after his fit had subsided. Finally moving to sit up, eyes falling on him. The only soul left with him now, Suguru.

"I don't know what I was expecting, but that's flattering, I guess." He watched the man's lips move as he spoke, intently observing the different emotions that struck him. Annoyance, regret, grief, relief, just to name a few.

Suguru shined in that sun, was the thought in Satoru's mind. He glowed in such a way that he never had. His expression, although melancholic, was a genuine smile. It was warm like the sun, like that gentle sun that filtered through the airport's large windows.

No more clouds covering it, leaving it in all its natural glory. So undeniably right, the expression that was always meant for a sun as bright as Suguru.

Naturally, he fell into comfortable silence, slipping down to lay his head in the others lap. One foot kicking up to prop itself on his leg, eyes peaking at the source warmth in the room.

Fingers curled through his mess of white hair, trailing down to cup his cheek gingerly. His chin tilted toward the sun, his sun. Luminous blue met supple brown, thumb caressing his cheek.

"So, North or South?"

"What?" He heard Suguru's confusion before he saw it. Smile falling to a thin line across his lips, a disgraceful thing, really.

"Are we going North or South? Come on alreadyyy, everyone else left without us! I'll start making choices if you don't."

Satoru complained, though there was no sense of real urgency in that tone. His eyes followed the conflicted ones of Suguru, watching him process his words.

"You- why? Satoru, you have a chance- You- you need to go... Shoko, your students, the king of curses?!" Suguru's bangs bobbed with each tilt and turn of his head; Satoru found it mesmerizing.

"How could...You worked so hard, are you really done?" Suguru's voice drawled, eyes glancing down at him with some trace of concern in them.

"I'm tired."

A simple statement, exhausted in its delivery. Those unmistakable eyes narrowed, head turning to bury his cheek into the heat provided by Suguru's hand.

"I'm so tired, Suguru."

Another palm connects with his, fingers intertwining with his own. Its warm, so warm, so right as if it's where he's meant to be. Home; He's finally home.

"My students have it from here...what, do you doubt my abilities as a mentor?"

Satoru egged playfully, making Suguru's smile return once more. Perfect, just as it should be.

"Me? Doubt you? Of course not, the great Gojo Satoru, teacher of the century, no?" Suguru poked right back, a small chuckle escaping his throat.

"I think, I'd like to just be Satoru now. I don't believe I know any man named Gojo, do you?" He mused, voice filling with a wistful mirth as he replied.

"...No can't say I do, though, regretfully I know Satoru too well~"

His eyes widened at the statement, surprise only lasting a minute before a fire lit in his eyes.

"Suguru is soooo cruel to me! Even now, really, I deserve compensation for all the slander you've been spouting." Teasing eyes and soft smiles exchanged, Suguru leaned down to close the distance between them.

"Compensation you say, tell me, will this do?"

Fire against his lips, sudden and all-consuming flames that burned any trace of thought. A kiss that didn't last nearly long enough, he wanted those lips seared into his flesh, into his memory.

"More than enough..." Satoru said, breathless and flushed with heat in his cheeks. His heart beating rapidly, or the feeling of beating in his chest.

"South."

It was so warm.

"Let's go South, together."

Those words painted such a joyful picture in his fading mind. If it really was delusion on his death bed, then it'd been the greatest dream he'd ever had.

"South, together."

He repeated the words, almost unbelieving of them. Seeking that warmth more than ever, he butted his head against Suguru's. The other man reciprocated, pressing against him as he held the strongest close.

"I finally...I finally caught up with you, Suguru."

Shuttering as faint tears formed in his eyes; Suguru's thumb wiped them away. Satoru felt himself surrender to the others grip, his own empty hand finding its place on Suguru's face.

Mirrors, reflecting each-others light as they held one another.

"Don't cry, c'mon let's go."

It was so warm, and this was so right.

=

Spring's end was marked when cicadas emerged, bringing a sweltering heat as summer reared it's head. A time of year that Satoru didn't care for, sweat clinging to his brow as he trudged his way forward.

It was a season that also brought the biggest enemy to his school break, summer assignments. Whoever created such a concept surely wasn't human in his eyes, damn teachers!

Now almost noon, he set forth with net in hand, hoping to catch a stag beetle for his research project. It turned out animal crossing was not as accurate of a reflection of bug catching as he'd been led to believe...

Do stags beetles have a spawn? If he recalled correctly; beetles are usually on tree stumps! Does he even live near a forest?! Why was bug catching even an assignment?

Satoru couldn’t stand bugs, even more then the average person. The beating of their wings, that soft buzzing, it brought about a phantom sensation in him.

As though a fragmented memory played every time they swarmed him. Seriously, why did he need some stupid bug for school?!

Kicking up clouds of dirt, as he huffed, continuing down the path.

-

Shadow fell over his shoulders, a shaded oasis under the canopy of trees. Satoru let out a sigh of relief as the trees fended off the beating sun for now. Pulling at his shirt collar, Satoru fanned himself with his hand. Sure, the sun was kept at bay, for now, if only the trees could do something about the humidity...

He carried himself further along the path, recalling his favorite game. It’d be so amazing to catch Pokémon on his own adventure. Unfortunately, he was stuck being that stupid bug catching trainer!

His eyes caught movement ahead, another kid maybe? He hoped not, social interaction was so draining. Smiling all the time sucked, it made his cheeks sting and no one even smiled back genuinely!

On his fingers, he could tell you the number of times his parents business partners actually meant their smiles. It was zero, trick question, never.

It never helped that they all thought he looked odd, not ugly he’d say, but most certainly odd. Who wouldn’t look at him odd? A child with grandpa looking hair and an eye color typically found in foreigners.

If his father wasn’t constantly questioning his mother about paternity; his paternal relatives certainly were.

Good riddance to them; he didn’t need a bunch like them. He didn’t feel lonely, and he got practically everything he wanted anyway. After all, an only child is still an only child in his case.

So what if his father always looked at him with doubt in his eyes. His grandparents pestering about DNA tests even years later. He didn’t care, didn’t care what they thought of him.

Didn’t care that wherever he walked he turned heads, that adults' gazes turned cold at his arrival. Adults were just big jerks anyway, no way he’d care what those overgrown losers thought.

Satoru belonged in only the company of himself. He’s super awesome and cool so it makes sense why he doesn’t have any friends his age. They were all totally lame and babyish, not cool and good at games like him!

He didn’t wanna be stuck in some group of whiny babies. They’d just get in his way. It’s not like his odd hair and foreign eyes scared people away. Especially, no other kids called him names like ‘Bug Eyed’ or ‘Frog face”. No, he was just so cool...so cool that they must be too intimidated to be his friend.

SMACK!

So deep into his self delusions, Satoru walked right into a tree. Yelping at he hit his head, knocking his sunglasses into the dirt.

Drawn back to the present, he couldn’t help his eyes watering up. Bitting his cheek, he suppressed the urge. Right, boy’s don’t cry over bumping into trees, or over being compared to gross bugs, or anything at all.

He’s cool and tough so he doesn’t cry. His eyes aren’t reeling from being exposed to more light suddenly. It’s not like they’re burning and itching so badly into the back of his skull that he wants to pull them-

“....Uh- are you okay? You’re squinting a lot.”

Inflamed eyes darting up, he finds a dark haired boy squatting infront of him.

“...Y-yeah- Why wouldn’t I be? S’not like anything is wrong- I’m....I’m normal and stuff.”

Satoru grunted out awkwardly in response, rubbing at his eyes in an attempt to soothe them.

Dark hair moved in a blur through his vision, before he felt the rim of his glasses on his nose again. He blinked for a moment, eyes adjusting to the darkness.

“You should get a chain- my aunt has one.” The boy commented offhandedly, offering Satoru a relaxed smile.

The white-haired child puffed up at the suggestion, going from flustered to huffy in seconds.

“Yeah right, then I’d really be a grandpa...” He spoke, displeasure costing his tongue.

The dark-haired boy blinked, looking over him. He simply shook his head, a little sigh leaving his chest.

“Nah, you look like a spoiled prince- you know like from those little girl mangas?”

His statement sent a flow of heat to Satoru’s cheeks, as he immediately entered a defensive mode. Ready to refute the accusations when he noticed an item in the boys hands.

“...Is...that a stag beetle?” His eyes narrowed, taking in the creature entrapped in the children’s terrarium.

“It might be...” Dark-hair drawled, clutching the box closer to his chest.

“Give!”

“What!? No!!”

-

Panting, both children leaned against a tree, trying to catch their breath. The dark-haired child held onto his bug victoriously. Satoru’s scowling expression just over his shoulder.

“You don’t even need it!” He complained, stomping his foot firmly into the ground.

The dark-haired boy huffed, his hair clinging to his neck. A firm frown planted across his little face as he watched Satoru’s fit unfold.

“So? Gojo is my beetle! You hear? You can’t just take him cause you want him!”

The boy sighed, eyes narrowing at Satoru. His face solid as stone for a moment, before he stepped towards him.

“I’ll help you catch one. Will that get you to quit throwing a temper tantrum? I’m being really nice, considering you just tried to kidnap Gojo.”

“Fine- whatever, bet you won’t even be able to catch one!”

-

Words that were quickly eaten, as the dark haired boy caught another stag beetle nearly a moment later.

Satoru’s jaw dropped, bewilderment in his pale eyes as he looked over the bug. How the hell?

“What was that about me-“ Satoru quickly cut the boy off, ego heavily bruised.

“Oh shut up! Yeah yeah- you were right I was wrong we get it!”

The dark-haired boy held back his laugh, covering his mouth. Head tilting to the side as he set the net down.

“I’m Suguru, by the way.”

-

Suguru.

Suguru is warm like the sun. A laugh that’s frankly loud and annoying. Hair soft as silk, dark as night. Not to mention, eyes deeper and browner than that nasty coffee crap adults drink.

Suguru is all encompassing. He is the earth beneath Satoru’s feet. The air flowing through Satoru’s lungs. Suguru is the sun.

Stupid Suguru, some stupid boy that he’s only just met. A boy he’s sure he can’t stand, Suguru.

Suguru, the dumb boy he feels like he’s always known.

-

Satoru’s eyes flare with frustration, targeted towards Suguru. Who does he think he is? Invading his head like those nasty bugs, stupid Suguru.

Why does he notice his laugh? His big, bright smile that rivals the sun. Those warm eyes, eyes that make him feel like one of the melted candies in his pocket.

Satoru wants to clutch at his shirt, take his heart out and ask it what it’s deal is. The more minutes he spends with this jerk; the more it thumps against the confines of his chest.

“Now you look like a strawberry shortcake.”

He heard Suguru snicker, lips curled in amusement. Leaned up against the tree stump, tapping the plastic of his terrarium.

“And you look like...Black Forest...”

Satoru fired back immediately, with an unwarranted amount of bite. Suguru tilted his head, confusion shifting through his expression.

“Black Forest? It’s a cake?....chocolate?....no?”

“Mmm, sounds fancy. Course, the prince would know right?”

“S-shut up!”

-

“Ah so, I use water gun?” Suguru tilted his head, trying to follow Satoru’s instructions.

“No! Ember! I said Ember! This is the grass gym! Water makes-“

Suguru had already pressed water gun, watching as the plant type enemy regained health. His lips parted in a surprised “oh” as the gym leader attacked his Squirtle.

Satoru let out a cry of frustration, falling back against the steps. So simple?! Why?! He wanted tear the game boy out of Suguru’s hands, but his stupid face stopped him.

“Hah yeah, fire does make more sense- I’ve never seen one of these before- oh I won-“

Satoru bolted up, looking over Suguru’s shoulder.

“You did?! Let me see!!”

-

Cicadas continued on as the sky darkened, gradually fading out. Satoru blinked as he looked up from Suguru’s shoulder, where he’d been resting his head.

“It’s late....”

Suguru hummed, nodding along with Satoru’s observation.

“Tomorrow?”

“Huh?”

“Tomorrow. Let’s meet up again.”

Satoru blinked, looking up to confirm what he heard.

“Um yeah, t-tomorrow. Yeah I’ll come.”

“Awesome! I’ll bring Gojo again too!”

As Suguru waved goodbye, Satoru felt himself smile.

He found a home.

His tomorrow.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

AITA for teaching my in-laws a lesson? by u/Annabelle-Sunshine

AITA for teaching my in-laws a lesson? I met my husband a few years ago. It was love at first sight. We got engaged and married shortly after that. Here’s where things started to go wrong.My husband’s family runs a successful business. Because of this, they paid for the wedding. I didn’t want my family to attend. Of course, I’m special but I’m not a fan of my family. My dad raised me but he’s overweight, so I didn't want him to come. Imagine how they photos would look? Instead I ignored him until he got the hint. I didn’t book a flight or tell him about the wedding. He’s never spoken to my fiancee. I’d worry over what he might say. My ruse worked. He got the hint and we haven’t spoken since. Mission accomplished.After the wedding, I worked in the family business. My in-laws set me up to fail. They assigned me a team of people. But they were all sub-par. When I emailed them, I had to wait hours or even days for a reply. When I shouted at the employees, they said they don’t reply to emails during the weekend. Lazy ingrates. I was working my ass off, and they couldn’t even reply to emails.My sister-in-law and grandmother-in-law gave out to me about how I speak to staff. They're obviously racist. That's the only explanation. It also explains why the employee in Australia cried when I threw a cup at him. He started it by staring at me.The employees kept quitting. One by one, they left in tears. They called me a bully. But I think it's because they didn't want to look at me. I'm bi-racial. My husband's family live in a country with a cold climate. Their pasty skin has not seen sunshine. They all have scurvy. Seeing the exotic glow of my tanned skin was too much for them. They quit so they could spend more time eating oranges.I had to go on international trips as part of the role. Everything was paid for by the family. But they didn’t pay me any extra for attending. I selflessly promoted the family firm overseas, why wasn’t I paid?I had to sleep in crappy housing units. We went to Syndey and stayed in Admiralty house. We only had a wing to ourselves. We had to share the house with other people. It was dehumanizing.They sent us to South Africa. We had to mix with poor people. It was disgusting. They hadn't even heard of Brazilian Blowouts.After that, we decided to take an extended paid vacation. My husband and I quit our jobs without notice and moved away. They gave us some money. Just a few million, even though I worked there for 30 days. They’re so stingy.We needed to make money. So we’ve been selling stories about them to all who will listen. After that, they still haven’t apologized.We went back there to attend a family funeral and they ignored us. They’re so petty. We wanted to get more information and stories to sell. They didn’t even give us one. It’s like they want to destroy us, by not letting us sell them out anymore.I know I’m not the asshole, they are. So my question is, how do I get back at those assholes?NoteI'm reposting this by popular demand. I didn't get satisfactory answers the first time so I thought I'd ask again. post link: https://ift.tt/r8y5nwO author: Annabelle-Sunshine submitted: November 29, 2023 at 02:12PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

[newyorkmylife]

Love, red. Winter, blue.

December 31, 2024 2am

Keywords of my daily life recently:

holidays (seriously, I'm sick of this!)

winter (seriously, I'm sick of this!)

sun (seriously, why is it gray every day? I'm sick of this!)

dark chocolate (please, I need more. 70% cocoa content or higher)

love (is it real? how can I let myself fall into its sweet embrace?)

anxiety (why and where did it come from?)

zelda (yes, I finally started playing again and it feels so good)

silver-linings (am I turning the corner?)

Quick recap of November (and it absolutely does not make justice to all that happened): a few days before my trip to Japan - as the month of October was on the verge of ending - the landlord told me he didn't want my girlfriend to stay over even 1 night a week. It naturally followed that I had to find a solution and to me it was finding and moving to a studio apartment. Fast forward to today and I think I did an amazing job. I got a good deal, but man how hectic it was to find this in a few days and MAN how crazy life got for a few hours between 4pm and 7pm on October 31.

Then came my friends' wedding in Japan. I absolutely adore them, they're my model couple and I do aspire to have the life they have - and their kindness and confidence in their everyday life together. The time I spent in Tokyo was fantastic - as it is every time I visit. Needless to say, the sun was shining bright and hot for early November. Also, I finally got to visit South Korea for the first time. It was only 2 days in Seoul, but BOY OH BOY, MAAAN OOOH MAAAN did I spend every single split second intensely aware of the whole experience. I met my old friend who was one of my very first friends here in Toronto and he showed me around like I never imagined one could show someone around.

After the trip I had to come back to reality. I was still adapting to the new job and had some tasks to finish. The pace slowed down as December drew closer. At first it felt easier, but it did come with a major drawback: more bureaucracy. Head-implosive, gray-matter-corrosive, rat-spinning-on-a-wheel kind of bureaucracy. Fast forward to today and I've realized that the morning meetings are picking at my brain like a woodpecker on a tree after a spring rain. I'm asking for mercy. Relieve me of the burden of daily 1-hour meeting where I'm involved for only 5 minutes. And don't get me started on the amount of context switching that has killed my ability to concentrate. But that's what we do for money, right? Shareholder value!

That and the seemingly unending gray days of the Great Lakes. As if I didn't know that every year the holiday season felt like this. Made worse by the brainlessness of corporate culture and the empty holiday wishes it comes with.

Fuck off, pass me my mango milk drink and sunglasses.

The good news: I have a beautiful, sweet, caring, loving girlfriend. She's always there for me and makes sure to brighten my day with little gestures. I'm baffled by how that is not making me jump from joy. Although I'm really happy when I see her, it feels like the happiness fades pretty quickly and I am overwhelmed by negative thoughts. At first I thought I had let myself go and the negativity came purely from the inside, but I suspect a solid case of winter sadness. The lack of sunshine and reduced physical activity must be taking a toll on the amount of serotonin in my brain (hence the dark chocolate as a much-needed elixir of joy). Two days ago, I woke up motivated to fight the winter (maybe because there was a sliver of sunshine that without realizing it had gave me that motivation by hitting my eyes as I woke up). I set a goal of 20,000 steps for the day, had a small lunch and headed off to the lakeshore. During the while I also ran spontaneously after a very long time trying to strengthen my calf as I've been dealing with a long overdue injury. That afternoon spent around town, walking and running, spinning around... it felt like life was life-ing. It felt like life had gotten back into me. And it gave me confidence to keep improving, get stronger and finally get back to running (and build a habit of it while I'm at it).

The second last day of the year is concluding (I'm already 2 hours into the 31st). I've been trying to act like it's not holiday season and have barely begun to think back to everything that happened in 2024. What is left now is to enjoy New Year's Eve with my girlfriend. What do I even have to complain about?

[catnherthoughts]

reflection on the parallels 11/8

maybe it was intentional. from god? from some higher power. what purpose would it serve. give me something to think about maybe. to see where i've been and where i am now. to look back on the past where i was grasping on this. but where am i now? its not anywhere better. i used to self harm once in a blue moon. now i do it regularly. i used to be depressed every so often but i'd figure my way out and learn to see the sunlight. i've been in a depressive episode for 6 weeks straight. i don't think that after contemplating suicide for as long as i have i should still be here. that's a topic i may brush up on later. regardless, this made me write. to see different periods of my life at my north, south, east, and west; i ask myself one thing, what have i learned? maybe that i am lovable but even that is not enough. trials are tribulations will get you to your goal at one point, but what happens when the goal is lackluster. not to say that it is but, it didn't solve anything. i thought that once i became skinny enough and had a boyfriend that all in my world would be sunshine and daisies because not only would i be pretty but i would be loved. validation of sorts. i am both now. i can confidently say i am pretty, very pretty to some. i am loved deeply. yet, neither of these things fixed me. when i had a little less years on me, i spent my depressive moments longing for this life. i thought that once i fixed my flaws everything would be ok. how do i tell her that no matter that goal you reach, you'll always be sick. it makes me lose hope. my therapist says i need to work on using better language for my emotions rather than: upset, weird, odd. i am melancholic at the fact that achieving my goals will not make me feel better. it makes me worry for the future. i would like to graduate and have a good job. we also discussed a "chain of motivation". breaking down my big goals into smaller ones and what i want from them. how do i tell her all that i really want is to be dead. i am tired of fighting a losing battle. i don't do this for myself. when i think of the suicide i have neatly waiting in a satin lined gift box in my dreams, i get deterred by external factors. my friends and family would be so utterly devastated by my death. (they see my suffering and don't do anything, mostly because they know they can't.). My mom would maybe off herself and i think it'd shatter those close to me in a way that alters their view of the world forever. i'd like to think that somene at my funeral would give a speech like: she was so happy and a joy yo every room she was in, you'd never know she was struggling. but i do try to give subtle signs. you see my wrists. you see the scars. you see the posts. you see the weight loss. you see the dulling of my character. i guess people are blind to things they don't want to see. fair. i also think about what i would be giving up. the life i wouldn't get to live. maybe i'd do something in the world to make a difference. i'd lose the opportunity to do so many great things. never get to experience a full life. none of this is moving enough to get the thought out of my head, but just moving enough to make me not do it. or maybe i'm just so depressed that i don't have the stores to carry out what i know must be done. all the energy i have left is spent on school. If people knew how much I was suffering I wonder if they'd do anything different. I tell my close friends all the time how horrible I am. nothing changes. if i was them i'd do something. then again, i am not them. no one will love and care for me the way i do others. it's not that their love is bad. they do their best. i just need more and i know i'm never gonna get it. i kind of want to go to the hospital. to see how everyone would react. would i get flowers? would people come to see me? i dont really want any of that, or am i too selfish to say that i actually do. I'm not sure how this turned into a monologue about my fantasy of suicide when it was meant to reflect the symbolism of events that occured today. maybe this does reflect it.

*unintentional page break bc i can't type more in that text block*

i got what i wanted and still. nothing. maybe i'm even worse. i felt a sort of adrenaline i feel guilty for. the past looking at me in the present. i wonder how it felt. did it want to call out to me? was it proud? can it see how poorly i am doing? would it want to make it worse. it'll pass by me soon enough and at that point, i won't have it to look back on, or i guess look at. i may cut myself once i am done writing. something to feeeeeeel. south past may be unbothered. or maybe just curious. or maybe resentful. i dont think west past thinks as deeply as i do. i don't see any light at the end of the tunnel. i feel so sad for the girl i was back then. i miss her hope. she at least had the hope that when she go to her dream state, she'd be better. she had hopes that once ehr goals were reached that she'd be better. maybe they're haunting me. all the negative juju. cannot handle it. all i can try to do right now is push through. everyday that's what i've been doing. maybe this was something to make me feel something more profound than an apathetic depression with spurts of distraction. now i can reflect. i don't think this reflection is any really good in terms of helping me get better but its getting me to write. i think its funny that i only really write when i am sad. i think thats where my art thrives. my emotions are the most creative when i'm trying to use them as a scapegoat to express emotion. maybe i am art in my core. when i kill myself i should like type out how my suicide was an art piece to get people to think. then i'd be famous. i don't really want that but i want to do something profound. i can be taught about in classes. then maybe i'd just become another students dreaded homework assignment or reading. then again i'd rather do that with my suicide than just have it be devastating. would i be able to clearly write out an explanation. maybe i'd title it "the battle lost" or something cool like that. this is cool to think about.

am i selfish? maybe. my mom lost her mom. my boyfriend lost his father. his mom and brother battle serious depression. then again everyone has things they deal with. i have deep dark secrets i can't even share here that i have to deal with daily. is it selfish if i am the only one fighting this fight. maybe its some sort of self advocation. "i don't want to do this anymore and i don't have to". all i think about is killing myself. i dont want to keep living. thats it. nothing seems worth living more. maybe i just need to be more grateful. maybe. i dont really care to put effort into anything other than my looks, space, and schoolwork at this point. oh! i also put a lot of effort into others. do they put the same effort into me. i dont think so. no one would care for me like i would for them. going back to a point i made earlier. the thought that brings me pure bliss is the thought of me taking the sharpest razor i can find and running in down my arm. like cutting open a pillow. the fluff would get everywhere and ecstacy would release. then it'd be done. i'd be done living this facade. no one really knows how i feel except my therapist and even then i don't know if she fully comprehends the scope of what i deal with. no one can hear me cry. no one. i need help. maybe i do need to go to the hospital. i'll make a big mess of myself for attention and then everyone will be mad and i'll go to the hosptial. what will it accomplish? i'm not sure. it'll be a self advoation for sure. look and see me suffering. please. help.

that's all. thanks.

[probablymystories]

[retrieved 2]

I will never be twenty five again

I am blessed, and I am grateful growing up and never losing my inner child, my inner spark and most important of all my ugly laughter of joy.

2022, You have been so kind and gentle to me from the beginning to the end. I am nothing but with immensity of gratitude. This year feels like gentle breeze, gentle waves crashing and splashing with tons of sunshine. The first time in many long years I feel at home once again in my own body.

I still can recall the torment of 2017, took my first step into 20s and lost my loved one who was all along three quarters of myself. With both my grandparents gone, my world was torn apart and I was lost to pain to the point of retorting to medication for saving. I needed saving. Support system matters, kind words heal, but know when to seek professional and medical help if things really go south. It's terrifying to acknowledge that our thoughts do take forms. I did not even have enough conscience to worry that if i dwell, I will lose my future after all the things I have worked so hard for. Sadness has no bound, and it consumes you whole. With everything slowly comes together and I once more feel the life inside the veins and belong to myself again, it's a relief to finally put all the torment behind the veil.

It was a tough year, and years that followed were periods of healing. Some days were sunshine, and others were thunderstorm. "I never wanted to die, but I no longer wanted to live." was best described my grief. I spent my entire childhood with my grandparents, and with their passings, it was not just the fully grown me that suffered, but my whole happy memories of being a kid and carefree was shattered into tiny fragments. I made it each day collecting and retaining the piece. It is a work in progress. I'm not lessening the importance of others I still have in life, but when a person grieves, they lose all the big picture.

During those difficult months of covid, I came across a line from the internet 'living everyday with gratitude.' So I explored further, giving thanks to every little things in life, people who matter, and people who make you see you matter. When you were stuck at home with limited access to have fun, you spent more time with yourself. Saying this as though my entire life, I haven't already spent time with myself more than with anyone else. It definitely wasn't the best period of life or the proudest accomplishment to be remembered, but without the pandemic I wouldn't have had all the time in the word to dig within, reconnect and get to know my inner self this much. I discovered what brings me peace and what brings me pain. For certain, to put astray all the things and people that hurt. Leave them on the page we already flipped through and progress forth. I do not do the forgive-forget ceremony, I just carry on. Similarly to people who walk the grief, we don't move on, we move forward.

Being grateful for all the things that went right, people that did our heart good, and moments we were so happy that the heart inflated has been a healthy way to cope and live abide, rather than lingering over the sour experiences that wear us down. My way of seeing and living in the world has been altered as I used to be so clouded of worries and insecurities. I still have tons of them, but they cannot affect me as much. Metaphorically and of personal observance, for a plant's life, all energy are gathered and sent to that part of a new growth. Then the sprout begins to make appearance and forms another healthy stem. Very similar to the human mind, we grow thoughts we focus on. My concentration has shifted from loathing myself for everything that goes wrong, to appreciating and being grateful for every small thing that goes right. I am less heavy and I am free. Somewhat, we all want to keep having more sprouts that grow into a healthy plant.

This year, I have learned to understand and accept not only myself anymore, but all things. I learn to embrace and honor my vulnerable traits which I have been advised to work on, change, adapt, so I can become 'better', reach out and reach within, practice gratitude, learn the art of indifference, open up and connect. A child of dreams and fantasies, I continue to have faith.

It all started with a scribble from my gratitude journal:

I am idealistic and a dreamer, but for certain, I am capable of weighing opinions and decisions. I wear my heart on my sleeves, and I have done plenty of embarrassment of myself for being vulnerable and breaking down in public. I am highly sensitive and empathetic since birth and the traits seem to grow stronger as I age, but without them, I will lose the very core foundation of what makes me, me. I soften and I will continue to soften in a domain that teaches "if you want to survive, you need to toughen up".

I cry so often, and I get hurt very easily, which I despise very much because it makes me undependable and weak. But at that very same time, it allows me to fully understand and experience the fragility of life. I aspire to be nothing of great importance, but to grow old with grace and compassion.

I am grateful for everything now and for everything that will be.

You cannot really accept anyone if you haven't already accepted yourself. I am beyond words when told that around me, they feel safe. Being the harbor for others when I didn't get to have the harbor myself, that is perhaps my life's greatest milestone.

Never an act of following the bandwagon of trends or attempting to have them worn as accessories or mimicking someone of idolized figure, regardless. I just shut out the chatters and listened to the little voice from within, so i went to get my first tattoos at twenty five. The tiny drop of ink is a healing mantra. I feel light, connected and whole. It's an important takeaway, sometimes all healing we need is to listen to ourselves. We live on a borrowed time, so we might as well just do 'it'. The it can be diverse to all of us, but as long as it does not cost anyone's harm and their peace, and it makes you happy,

do.

Allow people to feel joy because being happy is a true luxury.

Learn to love and see yourself as you are, so you can do the same to others for who they are beyond the ugly, the discreet, the unwanted we all try so hard to conceal.

After all, in the vast cosmos, we're only specks of dust.

There are words from books I have picked quite a while and got to finish this year that have helped me stay afloat. I'm grateful to have have crossed those beautiful lines, experience and wise words of advice.

The beauty of what remains

Stoicism and the art of happiness

The empath survival guide

You are psychic: the art of clairvoyant reading and healing

Chatter

Attitude of gratitude

It's ok than you're not ok (my absolute favorite. a book understands me more than anyone could.)

Farewell, 2022. Farewell, twenty five.

In the years that will come, I hope to laugh just as much.

"the longer I know you, the more I don't know you"

How do I respond even. Same goes for me.

31.12.22

[deetherusalka]

whoever decided to give my central european post soviet ass mediterranean taste buds will burn in hell for this I swear

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Forbidden Lessons XX

Masterlist

Back. Again. With more bs.

Warnings: noncon, age gap, abuse of power, coercion, mentions of suicide, depression. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them.

Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you!

There's someone waiting on the stoop of your building. You know her the moment you turn the corner. You wince but don't stop. Frankly, you're surprised she turned up, even this late.

Your mother paces as she shivers dramatically. You don't miss how she eyes a guy in a letterman jacket and ear muffs as he passes along the other side of the lane. You roll your eyes. You don't have the energy for this. Or her.

She doesn't notice you until you're coming up the short walkway. She smiles as she presses her burgundy leather gloves to her cheeks.

"Oh, honey," she rushes at you, sweeping you into a hug. She rocks you, jarring you. You can't remember the last time she's done that. She doesn't even do it when she's drunk, "you're okay!"

"Mhmm," you part and stare at her.

"Imagine my shock when I turn up at the hospital and they tell me you've been discharged!" She exclaims.

You frown, "that was weeks ago..."

"And they let you out already?" She blusters, "oh no, no, no. Honey, I could've lost you. And your grandmother, she almost had an attack. All my friends send their well wishes of course. Stacey, her own daughter is in therapy too."

You say nothing as you dig out your keys. She rubs her gloves together, trying to gather warmth from the friction as you unlock the front door. She nearly bowls you over as she shoulders ahead of you.

"It is so cold," she goes on, as she does, "this place is so quaint." She looks around the lobby with the corkboard of notices and the television screen that plays a pre-programmed rote of policy warnings. "My god, you would've gagged to see my dorm. Lovely little flat with a balcony. Of course, grandpa, you know, wasn't stingy about anything."

You point her up the stairs, to tired to pluck up a response. You're entirely content to let her ramble and say nothing. As usual.

As you enter your dorm, she throws up her hands dramatically.

"This place is a disaster, honey. Oh, you need to take care of yourself. Living like this no wonder you--" she stops and tuts at herself. Having the shame at least not to finish her sentence.

She peels off her gloves and shoves them in her pocket before unbuttoning her faux-fur trimmed coat. She hangs it on the back of one of your two dining chairs, and unzips her knee-high boots.

"Mama's here now, I'm going to make sure all is in order," she takes out her phone and flicks her thumb, "smile, honey, let me get a picture."

"I don't want--"

The flash goes off and blinds you. You grumble and turn away as you strip away your own winterish layers. She sits on the foot of your bed and bounces, feeling the lumpy mattress.

"God, no, this is awful. Not to worry, I'll be staying at the hotel. The suite is wonderful. Oh, I have pics," she keeps her phone out and searches with the pad of her thumb. She beckons you over as her eyes glow with the reflection of the screen.

You watch her go through each image; a large tub with jets, a balcony overlooking the snowy city, a vast front room and elegant bedroom, a full bar and kitchenette. It make your dorm seem even smaller.

"You know, I just couldn't make it sooner. I was down south when I got the call. A nice little getaway with all this snow," she carries on as a notification pops up from her Insta, "and this hot guy to keep me warm! Oh, the cuties I've seen around here."

You hide your chagrin as you go to the small kitchen and put the kettle on the burner. Her voice carries shrilly as she sings of her exploits and you move around amid the operatic performance of narcissism. You slide your phone from your pocket and check the time.

'Get home alright, sunshine?' Bucky's message pops up. That's the first time he's sent a second text in one day.

You black the screen and don't answer. You will in a minute. You cross the room again and go to lean against the counter as you watch the old tin kettle thrifted from the campus charity shop.

"Oh, you got a new phone?" your mother stands and strides over to lift your hand and examine the lilac phone, "a newer model than mine! Oh, how'd you manage that?"

"Trade in deal," you lie. She's easy to trick because she never really listens.

"Oh, wonderful," she smiles and lets you go. She turns to open the cupboard, "you've any wine?"

"No, I don't..."

"Of course, you don't drink and after everything, I suppose alcohol isn't the best thing. I heard about a bar on campus! Oh, and one at the hotel. Maybe tonight--"

"I don't have much of anything. Maybe you should just go."

"Honey?" she sounds almost hurt, "I'm your mommy, I worry for you," she comes to face you and smushes your cheek like a child, "the trouble you've put me through. My heart! Why would you ever think to do what you did? Don't you ever think about anyone but yourself."

It stabs deep. The twist of the blade already buried in your heart. You give a weak smile and look past her, "I'm sorry, mom."

"Oh, aren't you!" She cries out, pulling you to her again, "to think all that I've put into you. Just to get you here. To college and you want to throw away all my hard work. Ugh, honey, you are young, you will see, it gets better."

"Thanks," you say grimly into her shoulder as the kettle starts to whistle, "mom?" She releases you and you step around her to move the kettle from the burner. "Tea?"

"Oh, no, I hate the stuff, you know that," she raises her nose in disgust, "I think I have something in my purse."

She goes to the bed where her suede designer bag sits and digs through its endless contents. She takes out the round flask and waves it at you with a wink, "bit of fireball for the drive, eh?"

[beeindaclouds]

Comforting them when they're upset pt. 2 ༘ *

Pairings: Nihachu, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, P!Tommy, P!Tubbo, P!Skeppy, P!Philza × Reader

Part 1

Nihachu

If she gets upset her first thought is to go to you

She trusts you and knows that if she ever needed anything you'd be right there to help her

To cheer her up you usually cook for her, and she joins you because cooking in company is fun

Will it probably end up in a food fight that'll ruin whatever you were cooking? Yes

But is she now laughing and having fun? Absolutely

You win some you lose some

But her smile is the biggest win for you

"Don't fling your filling at me, honey"

"Is that an attempt at a Legally Blonde reference?"

"...maybe"

Quackity

I feel bad saying this, but I feel like if he is upset he's not gonna tell you

Not because he doesn't trust you, but because he feels like he's bothering you

One way or another you'll realize that he's not well

But also he's not very good at hiding it

You have to make the first move

Starting slowly asking if he's ok and once he gets comfortable enough he'll let it all out

But this is nothing a little drive can't fix

Just you two, screaming song lyrics like you're the two protagonist of this world

Spending time with you like this makes him forget whatever happened

And he repays you in hugs and kisses

"dID YOU JUST PLAY DESPACITO?!"

"SI-"

Karl Jacobs

Writing them upset is making me upset

Ok this can go two ways.

If he's not that upset he'll just come to you with one of those adorable pounts and wait for you to come hug him

Or he gets frustrated and sad, which you don't like

Who or what dares make your sunshine sad?

You don't even need an explanation. You take him to the couch, wrap him in a blanket, give him a little kiss and you two have a cartoon marathon until early in the morning

Also monsters, many MANY cans of monsters

It's okayyy, who needs sleep?

You two probably crash at 6AM

But he won't go to sleep without thanking you

"You're the best"

"So I've been told, now sleep"

Tommy [Platonic]

He is not, ever, gonna show that he's upset

Likes to keep it to himself

Unfortunately for him, he's very bad at hiding it

He subconsciously ends up calling you and just says that he was bored

But you know better and you already got ready to go to his house

The first time you did this he begged you not to, almost not letting you in his house

Motherinnit had to step in cause it was raining

In the end he gave up and actually felt better thanks to you

Now, whenever this happens, you act on it quickly

He calls you and sounds a bit off? You're already putting your shoes on

Somehow he's still surprised by your visits

"Open the door"

"What? You're here? When did you even get out?"

"When you called, now let me in! I'm freezing!"

Tubbo [Platonic]

He doesn't let it get to him, so it seems like he's ok

But once in a while, it's gets too much even for him

Sometimes he'll call you and just tell you what happened

Other times he'll come to your house, saying that he wants to hang out, and later on tell you what happened

Tubbo's not much of a physical person, so hugs are a super rare thing

But he enjoys whenever you give him pats, just as a small sign of affection and comfort

And you'll probably end up watching South Park togheter, he's obsessed I swear

"Season 19?"

"Aw you know me so well"

"Yeah not like you talk about it every single day"

Skeppy [Platonic]

Doesn't really care but deep down he's getting frustrated by it

He needs to distract himslef so he'll just drag you out of the house to do something, anything

The first few times he did this you just let it go, like it was probably normal

But after a while you noticed that it was just him trying to forget about something, not really wanting to talk about it or act on it

He probably also gets a little more clingy, if possible

All in all, he's good just wants to not think about it

"Get in loser we're going shopping"

"Did you watch Mean Girls without me? Rude much."

Philza [Platonic]

Of course, if he was upset, he'd go to his wife first

But, if you notice he's upset while with you, you're gonna try and help

Probably doesn't happen much but you're always there for him when it does

If he needs any type of advice he'll ask you

Or if he just want a little distraction you'll suggest you play something togheter, like Minecraft :D

"Phil, I fell down the mountain"

"Why did you jump down?!"

"I FELL-"

[ego-meliorem-esse]

A portrait study turned into a portrait of Matt. Can't say I'm too pleased with it or that I'll actually finish the drawing...

(Also yes I added the curl because why not it adds charm don't mind me pls)

Appearance, fashion and demeanour:

What if?? Matt was actually???like veryy handsome and good looking?? But??? Isn't vain at all?????

In my mind, Matt is a sight for sore eyes. He looks nice from every angle. This perfect overgrown French-Canadian twunk (twink/hunk lol)! I love to contrast that with the fact that he doesn't care much about his looks. Unlike his father, Francis of course. While Francis is very prideful about his appearance, Matt just can't be bothered.

I headcacon that Matt ties his blond, shoulder-length hair almost all the time. He likes his hair (It's the one thing he will actually admit to liking about himself the poor bastard baby) and refuses to have it shortened.

Matthew has high cheekbones, fuller lips and a delicate nose. These features would make him look almost androgynous if his physique was smaller. But alas, he is a big boy indeed!

In Arthur's opinion, Matthew looks way too much like Francis when it comes to his face and hair. Just that fact alone made Arthur deeply dislike the boy when he initially took him in after the Treaty of Paris in 1763. Things have changed of course, and finally Arthur sees Matt as his own person after a while of living under his roof. The fact that Matt didn't act anything like Francis also helped a lot.

His eyesight was damaged by poison gas after the Second Battle of Ypres in 1915, so now our boy needs glasses. He doesn't wear them always, though most of the time he will have them on. He has deep blue eyes, but you hardly get to see them in their full glory due to his glasses.

Matt wears whatever is comfortable. He has a very plain style. A white-shirt-and-jeans kind of style. Not to say he doesn't have a sense for fashion. He does know what looks good on him, but rarely goes out of his comfort zone in regard to his clothes. His style is also very Canadian... I'm all for the denim jacket and jeans combo for Matt. Also, of course our boy has a closet full of those plaid flannel shirts in every color.

As for his personality, I don't see Matthew as shy, just reserved. To me he is the perfect type of person to be involved in the medical sciences. In my mind Matt always wanted to help people and was always interested in medicine. In modern times he would be an excellent doctor, and during war he would make an amazing war medic.

Family and Friends:

Buckle in lads, My headcanons for Matt's early life are somewhat different.

Since he was born (and I headcanon that countries are actually born, and they don't just appear), and up until Canada was traded in exchange for some sugar colonies, he was living in France with his papa (though I'm hesitant to call Francis that). His whole life was that of a little French noble. And although he didn't know better, he knew that this was not what he wanted. He liked the outdoors and Europe was always just a tad too warm for him. In his early days he would have visited his own land maybe two times, and would be swiftly returned to France after a short while.

As any colonizer, France liked showing off his overseas colonies. And even though he may not like to admit it, Francis kept Mathieu in France mostly for that reason. Of course he loved the boy, but with his lifestyle, being a parent is not really an option. Not to say that Francis treated Matt badly, in fact, he was very spoiled as a son of a nobleman. Francis loved him in his own distant and very selfish way (he was kind to the boy but rarely actually spent time with him).

After moving to England and having 'Mathieu' changed to 'Matthew', our boy finally met someone whom he grew very close to. Alfred was a ray of sunshine. A spoiled brat with huge ambitions and a need to just absorb information at any given opportunity. On one hand they didn't understand each other for at least 1 to 2 years (until Matt learned English), but on the other hand, they were inseparable.

That changed of course when he was abandoned for the second time in his life, when Alfred left to lead a revolution against his old man. It would be a while before he opened up to another person again.

At least after Alfred left, Arthur finally let Matthew live (at least for a while) in his own land. Québec was a fairly cold place but it was home after all. He was the happiest during those times when he was allowed to return home.

When Australia and New Zealand came along, Matt was still very guarded but opened up a bit later on. Their relationship is another very interesting thing for me. It developed into a bond after the first world war and just strengthened after the second one.

Since Matt is very easy to talk to and is an amazing listener, he has very few nations whom he can argue with or generally be on bad terms with. Throughout Canada's history, he has formed some strong friendships around the world. Be it with The Netherlands, Germany, Slovakia or any number of other nations. Canada is just very well liked, compared to his brother in the south.

I'm sorry that this was more tragic than fun, but I just needed to get my thoughts sorted about this absolutely beautiful boy who deserves some damn peace and quiet. Also sorry If this doesn't make much sense. This character is one of my absolute favourites to draw. Even write about, though I'm still learning English lol

[cinematicnomad]

Hello! I’ve gone through all your Buddie fic and I am obsessed. I was wondering if you could recommend me your favorites? I’m scared to look into the tag 🙈 Preferably canon or canon divergent, but I wouldn’t turn away an AU if it’s super good.

anonymous asked: what are some of your all time favorite slow burns recs (for buddie)?👀

ooh TWO requests for buddie fic recs at the same time. i love it and i am here for it. (ALSO omg anon, thank you, i am INCREDIBLY flattered whenever anyone actually reads my fics bc i write so few of them. i am crazy flattered)

some of these are v popular fics that i'm sure you've heard of, but i'm gonna rec them anyway:

waves (it comes and goes) by sunspell80/@bibuddie (10/10 | 40k+ | M) buckley parents; past sexual assault (not the parents); pre-relationship; slow burn

evan buckley left his past behind when he left home for good at age 19. but an unexpected phone call on a quiet shift disrupts the life he’s built for himself: forcing him to confront his past in order to build a new future.

note: this fic has an amazing sequel where they actually get together, but you definitely need to read waves first to understand anything. please note that this series deals with a lot of heavy subjects and might be triggering to some people so i encourage you to review the tags and all the author notes to care for yourself as needed. this fic series was published pre-s4 so these are not the canon buckley parents, but i LOVE the depiction of them in this series.

don’t take my sunshine away by sevensoulmates/@sevensoulmates (21/21 | 113k+ | M) angst with a happy ending; canon compliant; emotional/psychological abuse; getting together

eddie is in a coma, and buck blames himself. he should’ve been there to protect eddie. the least he can do now is to be there for christopher, even if buck doesn’t know if he has it in him to be a parent without eddie. buck makes eddie a deal: he’ll fight for christopher in the real world, while eddie fights to wake up.

eddie’s come a long way since those bleak days in el paso, listening to his parents comments about how he’s not fit to be a father. christopher doesn’t deserve to be dragged down by the likes of eddie and shannon. eddie thought after moving to LA, he and chris had escaped that. when he wakes up and finds buck neck-deep in a legal battle with his parents for custody of christopher, eddie must face his own mistakes, and find the confidence to stand up for himself against his absolute worst nightmare.

the space between sleep by tattered_dreams (13/13 | 111k+ | T) post-tsunami; no lawsuit arc; canon divergent; PTSD; trauma; slow burn

as weeks pass after the tsunami, christopher has eddie to help him deal with the scars it left behind. he also has buck. buck's dealing with his own demons, but he has both of them.

eddie's trying to keep them all together and finding out his family might not be as small as he thought.

the 118 have their few cents to add, too, because don't they always.

the evolution of buddie by insanejuliann/@marvelingjules (19/? | 152k+ | M) canon divergent; internalized homophobia; slow burn; getting together; light angst

over time, eddie starts to wonder if everyone might actually be right when they joke about him and buck being more than friends.

a journey of self-discovery, patience, and caring between not just two men, but the friends and family around them.

note: this is a canon divergent fic series that starts immediately after s3's eddie begins. it's currently 19 fics deep and it is MY FAVORITE series in the fandom. it is almost entirely from eddie's POV except for the 19th fic which is currently ongoing as the author adds in other POVs for scenes throughout the series.

leading with the left by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (18/18 | 84k+ | M) backstory; AU: backstory; smut; slow burn; stripper!buck

when buck said he was a “bartender” in “south america” what he actually meant was “stripper” in “mexico.”

and when eddie said, “what’s your problem?” what he actually meant was, “is this about the time you gave me a lap dance?”

in other words, there’s a few things the 118 doesn’t know about buck. or eddie. or buck and eddie’s relationship.

note: this fic is basically canon compliant, but it envisions a backstory where buck and eddie crossed paths pre-series.

don't unfold me by iriswests/@evanbucxley (1/1 | 4k+ | T) POV eddie; unrequited love (but not really); light angst; introspection; minor ana/eddie

it feels a bit like skipping church on sunday.

like some gradual inevitability that eddie probably saw coming long before it escalated, but it still comes as a surprise when he wakes up one day and realizes it's been a couple of weeks since he last went to church with his grandmother.

and then he just—never goes back.

it feels like that, only here he's somehow still in the process of digesting the truth, and he still believes he's going to go back, one day. he's just too busy this week. he hasn't slept right. christopher's too tired. some combination of the three.

buck giving his back to eddie to focus solely on taylor kelly feels a little bit like realizing he's skipped out on church for the past couple of weeks, and for a terrifying minute, he wonders if this means he's never going back.

note: this is the first fic in a 3 part series, and lucky you, the entire series has been published!! pt2 is from buck's POV and pt3 is from eddie's again. it's important that you read all three in order!

don’t worry baby (everything will turn out alright) by woodchoc_magnum/ @woodchoc-magnum​ (12/12 | 63k+ | M) canon divergent; angst with a happy ending; slow burn; friends to lovers

buck and eddie are falling in love, and it’s obvious to everyone but them.

note: last i have to rec EVERYTHING that felicity​ has written?? it would be impossible to pick one fic to rec bc i love them all (and i’ve helped edit...oh god, the last 15 or more of them???). i only chose this one to highlight bc it’s the first fic she published and the first one i read in this fandom that made me fall helplessly in love with her writing (also, it’s currently circling the fandom twitter-sphere bc apparently felicity predicted the future once again by having eddie tell buck, in the hospital, that he’s not expendable—wild). all of her fics are lengthy canon compliant or canon divergent slow burns (honestly sometimes i think felicity writes fics just bc she knows i’ll love them...). everything she’s written is amazing but here are some of my personal favorites: you can tell everybody this is your song ‘verse (24/? | 470k+ | M); let me roll it to you (2/2 | 22k+ | M); hearts on fire (10/10; 65k+; M); lead me to your door (2/2 | 21k+ | M); light me and i’ll burn for you (3/3 | 31k+ | M); just to be with you series (2/3 | 86k+ | M); and try to love me if you can (6/6 | 44k+ | M)—i am v clearly a sucker for fics where one or both of them are dating someone else at first and there’s a lot of unspoken pining. 

[0613magazine]

210602 IANS Life

Sound of BTS: K-Pop super band decode their success

New Delhi, June 2 (IANS) Few names in the world of music today evoke global hysteria as the K-Pop super band BTS. With a following of 30.1 million on Twitter and 42.6 million on Instagram, the group, who made their debut in 2013, have smashed their own record with their latest track "Butter", which garnered 10 million views on YouTube in just 13 minutes upon release.

BTS, or Bangtan Sonyeondan, are a septet comprising Jin, SUGA, j-hope, RM, Jimin, V, and Jung Kook. The band is also known as the Bangtan Boys and, like any celebrities worth the delirium they unleash, have a name for their fans, too. They call their ever-burgeoning fan base ARMY (the all-caps stylisation is perhaps meant to underline the frenzy).

Opening up with IANS in a candid tete-a-tete, the South Korean band decode their skyrocketing worldwide success.

"I'm guessing our sincerity reached our audience. We've tried our best to deliver sincere music and performances," says V, whose real name is Kim Tae-hyung. Known for his deep voice, Tae, 25, who kind of carry the symbol of 'tiger', is the fashion icon for the group -- as the ARMY says if you need something to become trend just put it on V. He literally pulls off anything.

J-Hope (Jung Hoseok) pitches in: "And we have always shown our fans all our behind-the-scenes through various contents. I think opening ourselves up without hesitation helped us convey our sincerity." In fact their opening up to the fans even before their debut and literally living every moment of their growth as singers, performers and growing up from boys to men in front of the camera has endeared them more.

Their trials and tribulations, as they went from a one-room dorm in Seoul to the mega HYBE building in 2020 is the stuff of legend. Along the way their hardships -- of sometimes making it through the week with just Bulgogi (fire meat) to distributing posters on the streets of L.A. for their first concert in the US -- that saw few takers in 2014, to today's phenomenal chartbusters -- ON (February 2020), Dynamite, Life Goes On, Film out, and Butter (within the span of just over one year) -- is a journey they have shared with the fans on Bangtan Gayo, RUN-BTS (an absolute stress buster), BTS in the SOOP, among others.

The rise of the band has been a phenomenon that has not only reorganised the contemporary mainstream music scene all over the world, but has also defined the shifting socio-politics of showbusiness. The success of BTS, after all, has widely been seen as a triumph of inclusivity. In turn, the band, which started out as a hip hop group, evolved quickly to adapt to a larger market.

And all this success, despite almost all-Korean lyrics in all their songs, until the all English single Dynamite in August 2020. Today, they sing in English to connect with their worldwide ARMY.

ARMY, the band has said time and again, is intrinsic to their growth. Wider reach and a growing fan base ensures better feedback, they point out, and BTS is one band that is known to listen to their fans.

"When we go on tour, we get to perform a lot and that helps me improve," says Kim Seok-jin (Jin). j-hope, who is Mr. Sunshine of the group and has the trademark intro "I am your Hope, You are my Hope..." adds that the feedback they get for their songs has worked because it tells the band which areas to focus on in order to grow.

"I was able to check what I lacked and what I had to pay more attention to," he explains. j-hope is the main dancer, who is a hard task master for the group when it comes to grooving. Known for his agile moves, he is that guy, who almost left the BTS at one time just before debut, but was destined to return -- as the love between the members could not keep him away.

He is one of the three rappers along with Leader RM (Rap Moster or Kim Nam-joon) and Min Yoongi or Suga. In fact, Hobi, as he is lovingly called wanted to be in the vocal line -- that has V, Jin, Park Jimin and Jeon Jung Kook. But gave it away to V, the surprise member of the group on debut, as is known from a number of their documentaries along the way -- Burn the Stage, Bring the Soul, and Break the Silence.

V credits new experiences to their growing popularity. "We encounter new things and our stage always gets bigger, so it does give me pressure. However, I tried to expand my mindset so that I don't make mistakes," he says.

For RM, like everyone else, the pandemic has had an impact. "I think the current pandemic situation played a big part because we needed to change, whether we wanted to or not. Thus, during Covid, we were able to release 'Dynamite', 'BE', and 'Butter'," he points out.

Jimin, who was the last member to be finalised in the group and trained only for six months before debut on June 13, 2013, says the challenge is about seeking out the right direction when it comes to improving one's performance. "I couldn't really find an answer to what I should do to improve, but if I can find a better direction, I will be able to take a step forward," Jimin says.

The need to grow guides them all. Jung Kook, the main vocalist, and the Golden Maknae, for instance, says he is driven by the constant need to "grow and evolve".

"I think the biggest factor is that I always feel like I'm lacking and I have the continual ambition to get cooler," says Jung Kook. The youngest member, who will turn 24 this year, has given us five makeovers in six months -- blonde, blue, mint-choco, silver, and purple -- and each time fans have loved it. Currently with his purple hair, Jung Kook did the impossible -- losing weight in five days as he said while shooting for Butter.

The conversation shifts to their interestingly-named title tracks. The band says their process of selecting the title track of a BTS album is simple. "We usually select the song that best shows the overall message and theme of the album," RM says.

Which brings one to their latest track "Butter", which premiered on May 20. The song currently has 277,508,962 views on YouTube and 16 million likes. It is also No 1 ofn the Billboard Hot 100, as well as many other charts.

Jin, the self proclaimed 'World Wide Handsome', feels the song is a rage because it works perfectly as "BTS' summer song!" Jung Kook recalls the fun that the band had while shooting it, and attributes that energy to its success.

"The song itself is exciting and fun, so we were full of energy when we recorded it," Jung Kook notes.

"I think 'Butter' is special because it encapsulates our charms," Jin sums it up for the song, the band and the band's ever-growing aura.

With just days left for their 8th anniversary, BTS has their hands full.

Source: IANS Life

[chimtaesty]

Moonlit Destiny Part One

pairing: princess!reader x king!jin / 2.8k words

warnings: angst, violence, anxiety, strong language, trauma

plot: marrying a king of a far away country seemed to be your biggest problem, but gradually falling in love with a man who is deeply hurt and isn't able to control his rage turns out to be more troublesome.

A/N: hi! I'm really sorry that the first part of this series wasn't uploaded at the planned date. I had to replan and arrange thigs because my exams were delayed and moved and everything was a mess. I hope you enjoy this opener and you'll stay tuned for more of this series.

comment down below if you want to be added to the taglist!

masterlist / story masterlist / PROLOGUE

“His first wife, Eunbi, was a traitor....”

“W-What do you mean?” The information he’s giving you doesn’t seem to get processed. His wife betrayed him, causing him pain. “She tried to poison him, almost killing his youngest brother in the process. She aimed for his crown, she wanted to be the sole ruler. The emperor had her hung publicly” Your brain doesn’t work.

Your mouth opens to question Yonghee further, but in that very moment Seokjin walks towards you two, aiming for you. “I’m sorry for breaking up the conversation between you two, but i would like to talk to my fiance” He states with a small smile, making you question what Yonghee said a minute ago. How on earth was the man that stands in front of you able to hang his wife. To execute the woman he loved, or maybe he didn’t. It may have been easier to kill her for treason because he didn’t actually love her. Would he be able to execute you when you made a mistake? Would he ever be able to kill you?

“Y/N, I wanted to elaborate the cause of my anger towards you. I realised that it was unfair to be angry at you for mentioning my first wife without actually knowing what happened.” You don’t say anything while he sways on the heels of his feet. You know what happened, yet you let him explain to see things through his perspective.

“My first wife, Eunbi, was a wonderful woman. We loved each other truly and I would've given her everything. I made her queen because she desired to be my wife. I allowed her to learn whatever she wanted, because I loved her. She made me the happiest man alive. But she betrayed me, she used me, tried to kill me for her biggest desire. She wanted to be in my position, be king. She tried to kill me, but she poisoned my youngest brother, Jungkook, instead. It was an accident since the poisoned cup of wine was meant for me. My brother survived, barely, he still has problems with speaking. When it was revealed that she had poisoned my brother's drink she showed her real face.

She admitted that what I had given her wasn’t enough. She wanted to be the sole ruler of my kingdom and she was ready to do whatever it took to accomplish that. Although I loved her, dearly, I had to execute her. I would’ve forgiven her, I would've let her go because I loved her. My brother, Yoongi, took care of her execution. I couldn’t be present. I couldn’t watch the woman I loved being hung like a criminal.” he finishes with tears in his eyes.

His eyes are red and his cheeks pink. You can’t even imagine what he felt, the pain that must torture him every single day. “How many brothers do you have?” you don’t realise what leaves your mouth until it’s too late. A small chuckle leaves his plump lips. “That’s what busies your mind? How many brothers I have?” you chuckle as well. “I’m curious, I now know what happened to Eunbi and I understand that it must be unimaginably painful to execute someone you love but since you don’t want to talk about it too much, I won’t bring it up again. Thank you for telling me” you nudge his arm slightly “Now tell me how many brothers you have”

xxxxx

He has six brothers, Namjoon, the army commander of the south. He takes care of the safety in the kingdoms south. He’s very tall and likes to read, in his free time he likes to take care of the animals which live at the royal court. Yoongi, who takes care of the local prisons. He is excellent at getting people to talk, through torture, to your displeasure. He’s smaller than his brothers and likes to listen to concerts on his free evenings.

Hoseok is the army commander of the north. He shares his work with his brother, Namjoon, and takes care of the safety in the kingdom's north. He is a ray of sunshine. Seokjin said he was surprised when Hoseok asked to be a commander since he imagined him to become an artist like Taehyung, but he assured his brother of his professionalism. He likes to help Jimin with the local orphanages in his free time, remarkable.

Jimin is the third youngest of the bunch. He is a famous warrior, known as the white shadow. He fought in several great wars and always came back as the winner. Even though he’s a scary and very skilled warrior, he has a very sensible personality. He likes to help out at the local orphanages, showing the children how to defend themselves. A secret ,Seokjin pleaded with me to never ever talk about, is that Jimin likes to be read to. He often asks his older Brother, Namjoon, to read to him.

Taehyung is the second youngest, making him the second family's baby. He’s the only one who strayed from the genre of professions among the brothers. He decided to become an artist, painting the most beautiful paintings and writing the loveliest poems, having quite the clan of female admirers. He does know how to fight, though. Growing up with six brothers who like to train for future purposes made him learn how to fight as well. He might not be as skilled as Jimin or Jungkook, but he would survive in war.

Jungkook is the youngest of them all. He’s a warrior like Jimin, known as black shadow. He is the best fighter out of the seven, no one has ever succeeded in having him land on his back. He seems really scary, almost terrifying, said Seokjin. But he’s a nice boy, kind and cautious. He told Seokjin that he would like an older sister in law because Eunbi was younger than him, calling him Oppa, which he strongly disliked.

When he was poisoned, he lost almost all possibility to speak, he has trouble eating and dislikes having to talk to people. He’s embarrassed people would feel disgusted by his raspy and rough sounding voice.

His family sounds fun, complicated but fun.

xxxxx

The maids helped you put the traditional clothes on called “Hanbok”. “Ow!” you shout, startling the maids in the process. “We are deeply sorry, your majesty. We have to tighten this part a slight bit.” Moving in this big thing seems impossible as there’s so much fabric. “You’re almost done, your majesty.” you can’t believe that Seokjin wants you to wear such a hideous amount of clothing.

“You’re done, your majesty! The only thing you will have to put on is the head piece” the smaller girl in front of you instructs. She holds a big golden something in her hands. You’ve never seen something as astonishing and beautiful as this golden thing.

She places the headpiece on your head, securing it in your hair. It’s heavy, feels like they’ve placed a child on top of your head, yet you like it. “You look beautiful, your majesty” you smile at her “Thank you very-“Is she done yet?” An impatient voice wanders through the walls. “Yes, your majesty. Your fiancé is done being dressed” a maid informs him.

“Good, come outside, my dear. Let me have a look at you” he pushes. You’re not sure how you’re supposed to get up. There’s jewelry as heavy as a newborn on your head and ridiculous big clothing on your body. “I’ll try my best.” he chuckles.

The maid helps you up, you’re sure she’s trying to not laugh herself. If the women in his country wear this stuff without a problem?

“Wow, Y/N. You look stunning. Come here, my love” he opens his arms wide. You let go of the maid, focused on making your way over to him. The headpiece weighs down on your already exhausted neck. “Thank you, the headpiece is quite heavy though” your nose crunches up at your small complaint.

He stifles a laugh “That’s alright, you won’t have to wear it all the time. Such big jewelry should only be worn at special occasions” you nod your head, or at least you try to. “Y/N, could you do me a favor?” you hum “Of course” “Please take care of Jungkook, he needs someone to talk to. His brothers don’t seem fit for that job” you nod. “I’ll try”

xxxxx

So here you are, in front of his parents and his six brothers, well not all six. Two are missing. All of them are way taller than you imagined them to be. His mother is the smallest, smaller than you. And his father is a tad bit smaller than the boys behind him, yet he looks like a king. The posture and the way he introduces himself to you makes it obvious that he was king a while ago.

“My name is Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, your majesty” you bow lowly, as low as Yonghee had shown you. “Oh dear, you don’t have to bow to us. I’m not king anymore” you shake your head in disagreement. “I have to, you are Seokjin's family.” You try in their language.

Yonghee taught you the best he could during your months-long trip back to Seokjin’s land. “That’s very kind of you, Y/N. This is my wife Juhyun, and my name is Hyunsuk. I’m pleased to take you in as my daughter-in-law” you bow once again, making sure to bow to his mother once again. You catch her look, the hatred in her eyes.

His brothers introduce themselves as well before Seokjin snatches you away, taking you to his bedchambers. “She hates me” you sigh. “What are you talking about?” You sit yourself on the bed, trying to wiggle the big head piece out of your hair. “Your mother, she despises me and I can’t get this thing out of my hair” you cry out in frustration.

“Don’t think about her too much. She’s just cautious, after what happened with Eunbi. Let me help you” he tries to calm you. “But you didn’t see her eyes. She would’ve stabbed me right then and there if she had the chance to” you sigh.

His big hand finds its way onto your cheek. “Y/N, stop. She won’t ever hurt you. As long as you’ll stay loyal to me, you won’t be in danger.” His words calm you, to some extent.The fact that he’s willing to protect you even though he’s not in love with you is nice, it feels very nice.

xxxxx

“Why do I have to meet her?” You sigh as a maid helps you into a lighter piece of clothing. “Because she wants to get to know her daughter-in-law. Just drink some tea, answer her questions and you’re good to go.” Your nose crunches up in displeasure. Meeting his mother for tea or rather for interrogation is the cherry on top. She might just kill you and call it an accident.

“You won’t have to stay too long, I want you to meet my youngest brothers. Jimin and Jungkook are coming home from war and Taehyung will present his newest paintings tonight. I want you to be on good terms with them.” You nod and squeeze his hand.

He rubs your palm “You’ll be fine”

Two very friendly guards escort you to the small pavilion on the other side of the palace.

“There you are, take a seat” his mother, Juhyun smiles at you. It’s a fake smile, you’re sure. “I prepared some green tea, it helps your metabolism. You should slim down a little, right” you blink in irritation.

It’s not even been two minutes and this woman is testing your patience. “You won’t want Seokjin to fall back on his concubines, right?” She smiles, once again making you puke deep inside. “Ah, yes.” You huff.

Why is she so keen on making you upset, god. “How old are you, child?” She asks after she pours you some tea. “I’m twenty one” she nods her head, her eyebrows twitching slightly “You’re quite young, dear. You’ll have to give birth to a lot of sons.” You nod your head. “I’ll try my best to reward Seokjin with sons”

She gives you a small smile “Of course you will” she mumbles, clear for your ears to hear. “So, how much do you know about our disappointment of a former queen?” your head shoots up. “Seokjin told me about her, tragic.” her eyebrows furrow and she places the cup of tea down. “He told you himself?” you nod, trying not to chuckle because of her obvious irritation. “He did, he wanted me to know what happened to her.” she hums, making you more uncomfortable than before.

“I’m really sorry about what happened. Having to lose someone a part of the family is horrible.” you place your cup down as well. “Oh don’t act like you care, Eunbi has always been and would have always been the wrong pick for my son. I’m quite glad she got herself killed. I would have hung her myself if my youngest son wouldn’t have survived.” she chuckles and you divert your gaze from the woman in front of you. The water lilies swim peacefully in the crystal clear water, wanting you to be a part of them. Having all the time in the world to relax and be left alone. You would like this woman to leave you alone.

“Child, did you hear me?” your eyes wander to her again. Of course you didn’t hear her. “Excuse me, I didn’t, I’m sorry” you sigh. This tea party is taking way too long, where are you, Seokjin? In your mind you plead for Seokjin to show up and snatch you away. “Great, you aren’t a good listener either. You know, when you want to be the queen of this land, you have to be good at listening to peopl-”Mother, excuse me”

Your eyes widen at the voice you waited so patiently to fill this pavilion. “I’m sorry that i have to break your conversation apart, but i would like to take my fiance with me” he smiles at his mother and you’re quick to get up. A quick bow and you almost drag Seokjin with you.

“Slow down, my love. You look as if you’re trying to escape something” he chuckles. He’s playing with you. Of course he knows that you wanted to escape from his mother as soon as possible. “Oh you don’t know, she’s horrible.” he frowns slightly as he takes your hand in his.

“I know, she didn’t treat Eunbi nice either. I’m sorry that she criticised you. Meeting her has to happen out of decency.” you nod and lower your head. “What did she say?” he asks.

His face looks concerned, your cheeks heat up. “Well, nothing serious” you mumble. He stops walking, pulling you towards him. You look up at him as his features grow angry “As my wife you have to be honest with me, weather i like what you have to tell me or not”

A small sigh leaves your lips as you flutter your eyelashes. “She told me to lose weight or you’ll leave me for one of your concubines.” “What else?” You can’t meet his eyes, you’re too embarrassed. “She doubted my ability to give birth to sons. She acted dismissive as i assured her that i’ll try my best to give birth to your sons.” now it is his turn to sigh.

His big hand finds its way to the back of your neck. “Listen to me, you aren’t too heavy in any way. You’re the right size, you match me perfectly. And you don’t have to worry about not being able to give birth to sons. I’m very much able to put perfect children in there” his hand rests on your stomach. “Don’t doubt me, Y/N” he breathes.

You feel hot, so damn hot you might melt. “I would never” you mumble. His lips are so close. Your eyes move from his lips to his eyes as he moves closer. And in a matter of seconds your lips meet his, igniting a firework in the pits of your stomach. They are so soft as your lips move against his, something you never felt.

“Emper-excuse me” a guard stumbles back around the corner as he sees what is happening. Seokjin pulls away, making you close your eyes and replaying the moment he kissed you. “What, I can't have a moment of peace in this palace.” he grasps your waist as the guard comes back around. “Prince Jimin and Prince Jungkook have arrived-”Good, tell them to come to the crown hall.” he bows his head once more. “That’s the issue, Emperor. Prince Jungkook is greatly injured. Prince Jimin brought him to the nobel healer.” Seokjin tenses up and you are quick to grasp his hand.

“He fights in my war and comes home half dead, this boy.” Seokjin squeezes your hand and sighs once more as he pulls you along.

“Let’s meet my brothers”

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