#and felt the need to have my mom as phone background which never happened to me before since I saw her all the time

[whisperess33]

Do you become an adult when you switch from having your favourite celebrity as wallpaper to having your family as phone background ? 🧐

[stxuxrniolochris]

fake dating p2 ~ chris sturniolo

p1 p3 p4

slow burn ( i think ), your both seniors(18), also i live in Ireland so idk how American like years ik school works so just go with it, use of y/n, half based on to all the boys I’ve loved before but not really, highschool!chris

Summary ~~you both need to get peoples attention but you might just end up catching eachothers~~

This chapter explains the backgrounds of the characters more but in the next it will focus more on Chris and y/n 🫶🏼

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Me and Chris sat down at our own table without our friends. It was weird but since me and Chris were close it wasn’t awkward. “ So there’s a party at James’ tonight..” he starts. “Chris you know I don’t do parties.” I said sternly so he knew I wasn’t joking. “Come on y/n, Amelia went to all the parties with me and she’ll be there so you have to come so she sees you with me.” I roll my eyes. “Fine but we’re leaving when I say”. He nods quickly. “Deal” he said while shaking my hand, which causing me to shake my head and laugh. Until I catch Amelia’s eye across the cafeteria, glaring at me and Chris, which makes me stop laughing quick.

Chris pov

The bell rings indicating it’s time for class so y/n stands up and gets ready. Even though she’s my bestfriend, i can’t deny she’s really pretty. I used to like her back in freshman year, but I realised she was just feeling platonic towards me when she used to come to me with boy problems and talk about her dates. I got jealous of when she talked about her dates so I started going on them myslelf. That’s when I met Amelia and I ended up really liking her and my feelings for y/n drifted but I never stopped thinking she was beautiful. Matt and nick think I still like her, and that’s why I’m doing this whole fake dating thing, but I just want Amelia back. I think. No. I know.

“Chris are you even listening to me” y/n pulls me out of my trance. “Sorry, what did you say?” “I was just telling you to come on or we’ll be late, you’re already falling behind in physics.” She said while walking away. “Wait up.” I said while rushing to get up. I latched my hand to hers and she tensed up a bit. I don’t know why I mean we’ve always had touchy relationship. “Relax” I bent down to whisper.

Y/n pov

“Relax” he whispered right beside my ear. His hot breath tickling, sending shivers down my spine. I don’t know why I was tensed up, I don’t like Chris like that. I think it was the idea of being in a public relationship with him. I’ve never had a proper relationship before. It always kind of scared me. I never had a great relationship with my parents growing up, till my dad left when I was 13. After that me and my mom got closer but not close. Seeing how my dad treated me and my mom I always had an idea that relationships won’t work out so it’s easier to stay away. That’s the one of the two things I’ve never told Chris. No one knows what really happened with my dad they just know he’s not around anymore.

School just ended. It was my favourite and least favourite time of the day. I didn’t like school but I also hated being home. Chris had is arm lazily around my hip while we walked out of the school. We were walking to the car and I had my head down looking at my phone, when I felt Chris stop and his arm coming fully around my waist and holding me infront of him. I looked up wondering what he was doing, and then I was face to face with Amelia. It was silent for a moment of Amelia staring at me, “What do you want Ams.” He didn’t have to use her nickname infront of my even if we were just faking it. “I was wondering how you moved on so fast and with her.” She said in a condescending tone, which made me roll my eyes. “Look Amelia I don’t have time for this, you broke up with me remember.” Chris said while resting his chin my head. Amelia just scoffed and walked off. Chris turned to me with a grin on his face. “She was totally jealous.” Chris exclaimed. “Yup.. haha” I said not trying to be rude, I don’t know why him liking her annoyed me.

We pulled up to my house and I saw my mom’s car meaning she was home. I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes, it came out shaky. I never know what to expect with my mom but lately it hasn’t been good. “Hey are you good?” Chris said looking back at me. “Yea it’s just my mom- no yea I’m good.” I said but the uncertainty was clear in my voice. “Alright just let me know if you need anything.” He said with a reassuring smile. I smiled back and thanked Matt for the ride and I walked up to the front door.

I looked in the window and saw empty vodka bottles everywhere. I took another deep breath before unlocking my door and stepping in. The smell of alcohol filling my nose straight away. I walked into the living room and saw my mom passed out on the couch. I sighed and started cleaning up the mess she made. “What do you think you’re doing.” I heard my mom snap. “Oh s-sorry I thought you were asleep s-so I was just helping sorry.” “Stop apologising and I know you were snooping.” My mom said while slurring her words. “What no I wasn’t” I protest. “Yea, yea sure get out I have company coming.” I sighed knowing this meant another stranger coming and getting drunk with her, then me cleaning up. “For how long?” I questioned. “Just come back tomorrow.” She said in a monotone voice like it wasn’t a big deal. “Tommorow?! Mom where am I meant to stay.” I panicked. “I don’t know y/n figure it out.” She snapped harshly. I sighed knowing nothing good would come out of fighting with her.

I called Chris and he picked up straight away after one ring. “What’s up?” I sighed. “I don’t know if I can make it to the party tonight, sorry.” I said “what why you said yes earlier.” “It’s complicated Chris.” I said not wanting him to know everything. “If you can’t tell me why, you’re coming.” This man. “Chris seriously I can’t.” I said then hung up on him. I wasn’t bothered trying to explain everything to him.

I went upstairs put a few things in a backpack before going back down. “I’m leaving now!” I shouted to my mom. No answer, great. I rolled my eyes and left. I don’t know where I was going yet.

While I was walking I saw a familiar car drive up the road, it was Matt and Chris. The car slowed down beside me and Chris hopped out. I kept walking, I wasn’t mad at him I was just mad. He jogged up to me “hey wait” he said catching up. “What Chris.” “What’s up with you, you’re acting weird.” “No I’m not.” “Yes you are. Tell me what’s wrong, did I do something?.” He said while putting his hands on my arms. “No it’s just my mom.” I said my voice slightly breaking. I looked down not wanting Chris see me cry. We stayed like that for a moment before I let out a small sob breaking the silence. “Oh y/n.” Chris said with sympathy behind his voice while pulling me into a warm hug. Chris knew that my mom wasn’t perfect but didn’t know everything because he knew I didn’t liek to talk about. After a few moment he pulled back but still had his hand on me. “Now tell me what’s wrong.” He said firmly. “My mom- she-she doesn’t care and she said I can’t come back till tomorrow and I don’t know w-where to go.” I said rambling. “Shh shh I know, it’s ok you can stay with me.” He said embracing me in a hug again. “Are you sure, I don’t want to like intrude or be a burden, don’t worry about-“ he cut me off “I’m sure now come on.” He said taking my hand and bringing me to the car Matt was patiently waiting in.

a/n: I know this doesn’t make sense right now but trust me it will soon!

[seenoversundown]

For Death Or Glory : Chapter Three

Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: Anxious Themes, Drinking/Alcohol (Caravel Tavern is a bar after all), Cursing, Brief mentions of fighting (including a SMALL mention of blood) Lots of frustrated/angry tones, poorly timed jokes, and last but certainly not least- a wave of yearning.

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: After getting the news that he didn't do everything he was meant to, Jake spends a stressful day at the bar. Trying to get everything taken care of, but it is just one of those days.

Author's Note: Happy Thursday! I honestly love this chapter so much. I've 110% had days like this and it just felt like it needed to happen. hehe okay happy reading xoxo

I'm Going Slight Mad - Queen "One wave short of a shipwreck, I'm not my usual top billing."

It started like any other day until it wasn’t. 

Caravel Crew:

Jake: hey i know you guys have today off but do you mind stopping by for a few minutes?

Daniel: We definitely can

Melody: Might have a little surprise to bring you

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Setting my phone down, I start looking over the paperwork that Charlotte left for me. Now, I’m realizing why I never filled it out. I don’t know what half of this means. When I decided to buy the bar, I had no business background. I never went to college. I just immediately started working after high school. I don’t know where the desire to own a bar came from, and I don’t know if it was partially because it was this bar, but over time, it just sounded more and more like what I wanted to do. I guess I just never thought about this side of it. 

I find myself reading the same sentences over and over. It’s becoming increasingly harder to focus on what I need to be doing. I just want to get this conversation over it.  I never have a hard time with “tough” conversations, but to be fair, all the bartenders that I’ve let go over the last 10 months have deserved it. Or they quit on their own. Melody didn’t do anything wrong, and this is entirely my fault.

“Knock, knock, hellooo” Melody’s voice quietly rings through the office. I turn seeing her and Dan stood there before I see Iris’ sweet face light up. She looks up at her mom, who’s quickly signing, ‘you can go see him’. 

“Hi, sweet girl,” I whisper out of habit. She scurries over, I pull her into a bear hug before she climbs into my lap. 

“I’m sorry I made you guys stop in, but I figured it would be easier to just talk about this in person,” I tell them.

“No, it’s really okay,” Dan says, “We had some errands to do, and Miss Thing over there loves getting to see you and Josh, so she’s not going to complain.” Glancing down at her while she looks at my necklace intently. 

“Okay, so–” I start, “The redhead who was here basically reminded me that I need to make you an official employee.”

“Okay… why do you seem nervous, though?” she questions. 

“I need to get you certified with the state, it’s not a ‘requirement’ but it definitely looks better for us,” I know I probably sound and look defeated but at this point, who am I trying to fool?

“Did I get you into some shit?” her face falls a bit. Dan reached over to her for comfort. 

“No, it’s not your fault. I was too ready to hire another person, and obviously, I know you, so I didn’t even think about it.”

‘Sad?’ Iris says, looking up at me.

I can’t help the small smile that breaks seeing her, ‘No, I’m okay,’ I tell her. Subtly making eye contact with Melody to make sure i’m signing everything correctly, which she just nods. 

“So can I not work until then or..?” 

I let out a long sigh, “I’ll just have you work with one of us until everything is done.”

Dan leans in, kissing the side of her head, before looking over at me, “Do you need help getting everything figured out?” 

“No, it shouldn’t take me too long. I just need to sit down and actually do it.”

It’s practically clockwork the way Josh appears in the doorway. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he starts. But the- IS THAT MY BABYGIRL?” His voice rises as he drops into a squat. She runs into Josh’s arms, giggling the entire way. They really are a cute little pair, I think to myself. He spends a minute chatting with her before sending her back over to Dan. 

“OH- the shipment is here, by the way.”

Fucking Christ, of course it comes today. 

“I’ll be right there,” I shoot him a tight-lipped smile. 

I look back to Melody, as I’m standing up from my desk, “I will figure this out and you will still be paid for whatever days you work even before the paperwork is submitted, okay?” 

We end up talking for a few minutes before I actually make my way back into the bar. Rounding the corner, I see the next problem I have to tackle. Our entire shipment is just stacked up at the end of the hallway. 

“Josh, why didn’t you tell them to just put everything in the cooler?” I look over to him as he’s drying glasses and putting them away. He doesn’t react to my question, which is weird for someone who never stops talking. 

“Josh?” No response.

I walk towards him, which finally catches his eye, turning to me as he pulls out one of his headphones. 

“There you are, I’ve been wa-” he starts, but I can’t stop myself from cutting in. 

“Are you joking?” I snap, coming off harsher than I would like. 

“What do you mean?” 

I rub my eyes harder than I probably should before looking at him again, “Why didn’t you tell them to put the cases of beer in the cooler?”

“What do you mean..” he turns, seeing the shipment sitting at the end of the bar, “Oh.. oh my god.. I didn’t think they would start bringing it in until you signed for it.”

I inhale slowly, staring at him and doing my best not to lose it. It’s fine; everything will be fine. Just sign for the shipment and start moving everything. Maybe Dan won’t mind helping for a few minutes. 

“It’s fine,” I grab his arm gently. 'I’m sorry. It’s not a big deal.” I turn away from him, head outside, and sign for everything. Nothing more than a ‘thanks so much, have a good one’, and then I’m back inside, ready for whatever else is going to go wrong today. If I only knew. 

Thankful that Dan is at the bar talking to Josh, I quickly walk over to him, 

“Where’d the girls go?”

“Mel took Iris to the car. The little lady was getting antsy,”

“Do you mind helping me get these out of the way?” He glances over, his eyes going wide, before nodding. 

The two of us have spent a lot of time working together, given the shipyard and all. I think we would both agree that having someone there that we knew made the experience a bit better. It’s not the most exhilarating job you could have, but it pays well and has benefits. Which, when you’re in your early twenties, is about all you can ask for. 

We both round the corner into the cooler and set everything down, just on the floor so we can organize it at some point today. Just another thing I’ll need to take care of now. 

“Do you need me to work tonight?” he asks quietly. 

“What? No, I already feel bad making the two of you stop by. Enjoy your day off.” I probably could use the help today but, none of this is his fault, so I’m not going to make him come in. 

“Are you sure? I don’t mind, really.” 

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I don’t know how long I’ve been in this cooler, but I’m nearing the end of organizing and taking inventory of what we have. We probably should have done this sooner because we definitely could have used a few more things. Setting my notebook down, trying to move things around, I hear a faint, ‘Hey Jake,’ coming through the wall. I finish shifting some of the beers around to make more sense before grabbing my notebook and making my way back out to the bar. 

I only make it a few steps down the hall before I hear chatter coming from the bar. That’s weird? Sliding my phone out of my pocket, it is Tuesday, right? Why is it so loud out there? Picking up my pace, I toss the notebook onto my desk in passing. Rounding the corner behind the bar, I saw a slew of faces at the bar, and most of the tables were filled. 

“Uh, what the fuck is going on?” I lean into Josh so nobody can hear me. 

“I have been trying to figure that out this whole time,” he whispers back, “Did you not hear me call for you?” 

“No, I did, I just didn’t think it was for this.” 

He looks at me, clearly scattered, “I have the bar handled,” 

I just nod, hustling out to the tables one by one, taking orders. I spend most of my time behind the bar; usually Josh is the one running to tables and charming everyone who comes in. 

I run drinks to each table, making sure everybody is good for a few. After what feels like the thousandth time walking behind the bar, I cave.

Jake: hey bud, is there any chance you can come help? We’re swamped and it’s just josh and i. Please I’ll pay you for real 

Sam: I guess I can. Bird and Quinn wanna watch some shitty tv show anyway

Jake: youre the best 

“Sam’s on his way,” I whisper to Josh as he’s pouring a fresh beer for someone. 

He breathes out, “Thank God,” sliding the fresh beer across the bar. I don’t know where all of them are coming from.” The door chime rings quietly amongst the bar chatter, and the music flows from the jukebox as more people happily saunter through. 

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Once Sam came in, things got a bit easier, and I only had to run drinks to people rather than bussing the tables as I was taking orders. Josh continued tending the bar. It’s absurd for a Tuesday to be this busy. Nobody has a clear answer on why they all ended up here tonight, either. I’ll take busy over a typical boring Tuesday night around here– 

“Ooooooooo,” every patron of the bar collectively says in a chorus of ooo’s and ahhh’s. Looking over to Sam, who may as well have his tail between his legs, standing in front of a pile of broken glasses. Fuck. 

I hustle over to him, “What happened?” 

“I was just trying to save a trip, so I had a shit load of glasses, and then well.. I sorta tripped myself.” 

I let out a long breath, trying not to laugh at how nervous he seems, “You and Willa really are a match made in heaven, huh?” I sneak past him and the broken glass, “Stay here. I’ll grab a broom.” 

Stopping in my office quickly, order some more glasses, I scribble into my notebook. 

“Here, I’ll do it,” he reaches out, taking the broom and dustpan from me. His eyebrows are still pulled together as he sets the dustpan on the chair next to him. 

I grab his arm gently, “I’m not mad at you, Sam.” I squeeze his arm a few times before he squats down to clean up the mess, and I go back to running around like a headless chicken.  

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It takes us a bit to get into a good flow, but between the three of us, we’ve managed. I don’t think the bar has ever been this busy during the week. Josh and I have switched so he can get out and talk to more people, which he’s definitely more comfortable doing. I found myself back behind the bar, which I feel like I can handle a bit better because it’s fewer people to focus on. Sam doing everything he can to help us keep up between bussing tables, running drinks, and washing glasses. 

Tapping my phone screen, 11:45 pm glows back at me. Thank God we’re almost there. Even though I never finished the paperwork I should have, at least this night is so close to being over. I set the shaker in the sink, turning around quickly to grab a fresh napkin to put underneath the glass, when I hear ‘ope’ escape Josh loudly. Of course, not before I feel the chill of a fresh beer soaking through my pant leg. 

“Sick.” I mutter, trying not to make a big deal out of it. I grab the napkin and the drink sliding them over to the customer. Nothing like wet denim. 

“Jake, I’m sorry,” Josh cringes, looking over at me as he pours another beer from the tap.

I take a deep breath, fighting the urge to be angry, yet again. I grab a shot glass and whatever bottle of Whiskey my hand lands on. I poured it for myself quickly and threw it back. Grimacing at the burn it leaves in my throat. 

“Drinking on the-” Josh starts, and immediately stops when I whip my head over to him with a tight-lipped smile and my eyes wide, “Carry on!” he backs off slowly.  

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The night goes on, my beer-soaked jeans and all. People start filtering out around midnight, which is pretty typical. We get mild enjoyment from watching the drunk girls try to walk on the cobblestone just across the street from us, which at this rate, might be the best thing to happen to me today. The three of us have a laugh together as we watch someone have to catch their girlfriend mid-fall when we hear the worst possible sound at 12:35am.  

‘What the fuck did you just say to me?’ cuts through everyone’s chatter. 

Stopping me in my tracks. Why does that voice sound familiar? I start walking towards the sound to realize who it is. Shit, shit, shit. Why didn’t I take Dan up on working tonight? I look at Josh, mouthing, ‘You stay here.’

Another loud ‘You motherfucker’ caused more people to look. 

Weaving between people who naturally have stood up to see what’s going on. For fucks sake, this would happen. Letting out a quiet “excuse me, sorry” as I nudge my way through, I manage to make it to the problem just as another good contact punch was thrown. Fucking Craig.

“Are you fucking joking?” I ask louder than usual. He turns to face me, and I can tell he’s realized he was caught.

“Excuse me?” the bigger one spits out. 

“Why are you in my bar, Greg?” I laugh, watching blood slowly leak from his nose. 

“It’s Craig,”

“I don’t care, why are you here?”

“I mean I just-“

“You just what? You just came here to start shit in my bar? AGAIN?” My voice slowly rose; the pent-up anger from today started to seep out. 

I grab his shirt as I get closer to him, the blood from his nose creeping over his mouth. 

“I told you to stay out of here, and you disrespected me this time,” I ball up his shirt in my fist tighter, “now leave, you piece of shit.” Shoving him towards the door, he stumbles into a table. 

He makes his way to the door, turning back to me, “Yeah, well, fuck you and your brother!” hollering as he walks out into the night. 

“How will I ever recover?” I laugh to myself. 

I look over to the guy who punched Craig, where Sam is already stood in front of him. 

“Jeff, right?” 

Oh, Sammy boy I’ll let you have this one. 

“Uhh-“ 

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave..” Sam tells him, grabbing his arm and gesturing to the door. 

“Why do I have to leave? He started it?” 

The grimace on Sam's face at his rebuttal making me laugh before he spits out, “Yeaahhh… and you punched him so.. I think it’s obvious,” 

��So.. you like getting in bar fights AND ditching women on dates?” Sam asks. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“You’re a real stand-up guy, Jeff,” Sam says, the sarcasm alone should sober him up enough to drive. I watch as Sam opens the door and pushes him through, turning to me with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“God, that felt good. I knew that dude was a prick,” he barks out a laugh. 

Spending a couple minutes mingling amongst the tables who were close to the action, making sure everybody is okay and apologizing for the unfortunate disturbance. Grateful that nobody was truly upset, and honestly, they kept applauding me for taking care of it. Maybe I’m actually okay at this? I hadn’t really needed to break up many fights here since we opened, because Dan usually gets people out before it starts. 

I walk up behind Josh, leaning close to him so only he can hear, “I doubt he’ll ever try to come back now.” 

His face turned towards me, “Did he actually get hit?”

“Oh, absolutely. His nose was probably broken.”

His smile grows, “He deserved that.”

“Yeah he did,” I laughed because nobody deserved it more than him. 

The rest of the night went smoothly. Everybody started filtering out, and we were down to just a handful by 1:45 am. Grateful they had all already paid, they were heading towards the door by the time good ole Bob began to play through the speakers. I don’t know if that’s offensive to Bob or if they can tell we want to go home.

 We only spent a few minutes cleaning up before I told Sam to go home. Promising him, I would send him money as soon as I finished up here and locked the front door behind him. 

“Let’s finish this tomorrow, Bub,” I tell him as I’m walking back over to the bar, “It’s been a long enough day.” 

I’ve never seen someone drop what they’re doing faster. Throwing the cleaning rag under the bar and grabbing his phone, I watch him hustle to the back door. It’s hard not to laugh at it, maybe it’s the exhaustion. Shutting all the lights off as I walk through and locking up the bar, we’re finally free. The paperwork will be a future me problem.  

“Tomorrow’s a new day,” Josh says quietly, squeezing my shoulder as we walk into the stairwell.

I take a deep breath, letting it out with a, “You’re right.” 

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We quietly get into the apartment. Considering the night we both endured, we don’t really say much past ‘goodnight’. I fall back into my bed, just staring at the ceiling for a few minutes. First thing tomorrow, I’ll get those forms filled out. I just need to focus. Today was a mess, so maybe a fresh set of eyes will help. 

Tossing my jeans that smell horrendous at the pile of dirty laundry as I make myself more comfortable. Scrolling through my phone for a minute to try and decompress from the day, my stomach drops. 

‘People you may know..’  on Instagram will always haunt me, full of people I went to high school with that I no longer talk to. This time though feels like torture. 

‘Charlotte Rhodes’ sits there for a second before my curiosity gets the best of me. I tap on her name, revealing that her account is private. I should have known; she seemed fairly reserved, but I couldn’t resist clicking on her profile picture. 

Her loose red waves pass her shoulders, her freckles on display. This must be from summer, and she looks like she’s been in the sun. The way she is laughing; her smile is so big. The green of her eyes peeks through even if she’s squinting. Whoever took this photo is lucky to have her look at them like this.  

I linger on her photo for longer than I should admit, but lord have mercy, she is beautiful. ‘You really run a tight ship around here, huh?’ plays in my head. My heart feels weird thinking about it. I know I’m probably overthinking it, but in my head, that was her way of subtly flirting. Even if I promptly made a fool of myself after. The boys will never let that one go, either. My eyes start to feel heavy, and I toss my phone onto my nightstand. I lay there in the dark, closing my eyes and hoping to fall asleep soon. But my mind won’t ease up; all I can think of is her.

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what are ur bobs burgers location theories...... i know it takes place in new jesery w/ some architectural inspo from san francisco but I don't know much about nj seeing as im not even american lol

Omg omg! I have so many thoughts about this.

So, for background, I’m from New Jersey. As a result, over the years, I’ve collected some theories as to towns that inspired Seymour’s Bay.

Asbury Park- yeah, like that one Springsteen album. It’s a very touristy area in the summer. There’s a boardwalk and a beach, as well as the famous Wonder Bar. I’m convinced that the Wonder Wharf is named after the Wonder Bar

Keyport- this is a small town by the bay where you can see Manhattan straight across. I know Sam Francisco architecture was an inspiration for the buildings, but main street here looks too much like Ocean Avenue to be a coincidence, at least, to me.

Red Bank- I love this town. It’s so funky and artsy. It’s not quite a beach town, but it is by a river! The architecture is also a little funky, which I think matches the vibe of the town. It’s very charming with a Seymour’s Bay type of uniqueness to it. I also think Lily is buried here, because Redburn sounds like Red Bank.

Long Branch- this one is a more affluent area, but it’s one of my favorite beach towns. There’s a boardwalk, some beautiful waterfront restaurants, and funky little shops.

Atlantic City- do I even need to explain this one? AC is home to not only the longest boardwalk in the state, but in America. It’s probably the most famous spot in all of New Jersey. While I’ve personally never been, the boardwalk is iconic and I wouldn’t be surprised if it served as inspiration for Wonder Wharf.

Keansburg- okay this one is more based off of one single personal experience. Over the summer, I was at the Keansburg boardwalk with my family getting hot dogs. We leave the hot dog place and I see a guy go by in a golf cart. Naturally, I turn to my mom and go “Mr. Fischoeder?” I mean, the guy was in a jersey beach town, at the boardwalk, on a golf cart! I genuinely started to question if I live in the show that day. And then we were walking along the boardwalk and I start to notice that the set up is a little too familiar. It looked like Wonder Wharf, especially in the movie. I can’t really find photos of the amusement park setup, but you have got to trust me.

Some other thoughts that I have:

I think the location is around the Long Branch area. I remember in Sauce Side Story, when the kids go to Bottom Hook, my mom and I scrambled to find the maps app. There’s this town, Sandy Hook, that we think is supposed to be Bottom Hook, and Louise was saying how far it was from their town. We looked to see what town would be the same distance from Sandy Hook, and it fell on Long Branch.

I think Linda’s hometown of Hunkataway is named in honor of Piscataway or Rahway. We have a lot of Lenape area names around here, and that’s probably in reference to that. I wouldn’t be surprised if her accent was from Jersey City, though.

I believe the Wharf Arts Center is based off of the PNC Arts Center, an amphitheater that’s also the only place big names come to perform in the area in places than aren’t Newark, NYC, or Philly.

I’ve noticed that the Belchers, or at least Bob, fold their pizza, which is such a New Jersey thing. I felt so seen there.

Kings Head Island has got to be Long Island. The spot that’s just a ferry ride away and where all the rich people live?? That’s literally just Long Island, New York.

Remember last year when that one guy dumped literally hundreds of pounds of pasta in the woods and people were saying it was Jimmy Pesto? That happened in my hometown. Granted, it was on the other side of town from me, but yeah. Jimmy Pesto dumped pasta in my hometown ig

When Tina asked Tammy for Becky’s phone number in V for Valentine-detta, she said it started with 201. That’s a New Jersey area code and, according to my mom, used to be more widespread through the state, instead of a small bit in North Jersey like it is now.

I know the name Seymour’s Bay came from a joke with the crew, but omg what if it’s also in reference to Raritan Bay?

Not a theory, but my mom is so Linda coded and I’m very Tina. Like we’re actually them. I think I made a post once about how much my mom is like Linda.

That thing in local she-ro with the local celebrity was so real bc celebrities can be cryptid there sometimes. Bruce Springsteen and Bon Jovi will just show up to the local ice cream shop sometimes

In conclusion, I really love bob’s burgers and how New Jersey it is. And I will talk anyone’s ear off about it, like I just did. Thank you for indulging me 🫶

[thehandworld]

Angstober - Day 15 - False Hope @angstober

After reading the letters from his father to his mother about the future, Gokudera thought that maybe, there was hope for his relationship with his father, but as he travels to Italy his thoughts are consumed by doubt, as he looks at the clouds passing by the plane.

What did he expect from his father? What did he want to talk about with his father? What he would do if certain things were told? Would he be able to actually move on? Sighs as he rests against the seat, closing his eyes as he plays the music on his phone and then headset.

A few hours later, taking a taxi and then going straight to the mansion where he ran away, he sent a letter to his father before coming so they would know that he was coming. The gates open as soon as he steps out of the taxi and a butler steps in. "Sir Andrea Minore, welcome back. Sir Salvatore is waiting for you in his office if you care to follow me."

He felt his skin crawl at the name, almost wishing to gag, but taking a deep breath. Gokudera Hayato. I gave up that name when I ran away. Yet he did follow the butler inside the mansion and towards his father's office.

Looking around the mansion while he walked he could see that a few things were still in the same place, as he passed through the music room where he used to have classes with his mother, he couldn't help but open it, looking as it was empty now, the memories slowly flowing in with the laughs and melodies he learned with her.

Deep in the memory, he heard someone cough, which made the storm look back and see the butler. Right, he was there to meet someone, not to spend time remembering and reliving. His shoulders fall as he turns and walks away, following once again the butler.

"I'm sorry for my wrongdoing before Gokudera-sama. I should know you wouldn't want to use that name even here."

It's okay. He didn't have anything else to say as the butler knocked on the office door and announced his presence. Soon the door was open and he was led in, as Gokudera stopped in front of the desk, looking down at the man who gave him birth.

"Andrea, what do I owe you the pleasure? After you so "politely" ran away."

He raises an eyebrow as he looks at the man, sighing a bit, he should know going back, he would hear that name more, but sure he didn't expect his father to do that. Gokudera Hayato, at least call me by the right name. But fine, I need to know, did you really love my mom?

Looking at the men in front of him, Salvatore Minore had everything saying he was a Mafia Don and earned his respect and place in the world, as the man dressed nicely and had a firm posture. His face didn't give anything away. "No. It was a mistake."

Frowning at that comment, he saw the letters in the future he knew it was a lie so why? Salvatore... Please don't lie to me. I know you are lying.

"Then why ask? If you are not going to hear it then why are you here?"

That was a good question as he pulled a chair and sat down in front of the men. I want to hear the truth, padre.

"I didn't love your mom, but I still love her, no matter how much time it had been, there is not any day I forgot her." As the older man says.

Gokudera was glad that, at least was true, but what he didn't expect was to hear the rest. "But I'm disappointed in you. You run away like a child, then you get kidnapped by my enemy, and you then turn into a failure bigger than anything, I heard he conditioned you, abused, and used you. Even after being rescued, you still were useless! What you are going to do now? Besmirching Vongola's family name?! Hah, what a joke! Or what do you expect me to accept you back? So you have some kinda of background? Because that will never happen. Quite honestly I'm not even sure why the Vongola wants you."

The storm heard all of that quiet, whatever hope his sister had, or whatever hope he had for this relationship, he sure as hell got broken. False Hope. The illusion of hope was given, only to be shattered. The future Bianchi gave him hope, but he could see now, that was purely a mistake.

"You are so useless and pathetic! I should have let you die, instead of bringing you in, it would probably better. Hah! What a joke you are."

Gokudera slaps his father hard, marking his father's face with the palm of his hand, using his flames to make it an eternal thing. Good to see you keep being the trash you were, the trash that didn't want to rescue a kid from the enemy, just because of the half-blood. You never fail to meet my expectations I see. No, I just wanted to make sure you were still the piece of trash from my memories.

As Hayato got up he looked at the mark on his father's face, which probably was hurting like hell, yet he didn't have any sympathy as he turned to walk away. The Vongola that the Decimo Sky wants to create is far different from what the Mafia expect from him. I'm sure you will understand in a few years. But when that happens, don't come begging for my help I hope you rot.

Gokudera left without looking back, he was going to walk around the mansion to make sure there was nothing he forgot that was from his mother to him and then go back into the first plane back to Japan.

If he had any hope for his father, that shattered completely as the Storm clung to his legs on the way back, he wasn't going to cry. But something inside of him broke, he wasn't sure what, he wasn't one to believe in hope or believe in the good of people, yet, still, he felt sad about that.

But that talk, made him decide to give up on any type of relationship with his father's family. He would give up his blood family, and focus on his new family, one that although not blood-related, still was a better family than his own blood. Hearing music while on his way back.

[thestupidhelmet]

That ‘90s Show Reviews

“Lip Smackers”

Three episodes into That ‘90s Show, and I don’t get a That ‘70s Show feeling from it at all despite Red and Kitty’s strong presence and other recognizable elements. Mentally and emotionally, it’s a bit discombobulating for me. I watched T7S when it originally aired. And for the last thirteen years, I’ve been steeped in the T7S fandom, analyzing the show, talking about it with fellow fans, writing millions of words of fanfic, and drawing thousands of comics. T9S doesn’t have the same flavor (in a metaphorical sense) as T7S despite what it’s inherited and taken from T7S. That being said, I’m overall enjoying That ‘90s Show as its own thing and getting more Red-and-Kitty content, but aspects of T9S—beyond how it doesn’t fit in T7S’s universe—are throwing me off.

--Fez #6 is CAMPY. Which is not an issue in and of itself. But Fez isn’t campy on T7S. He’s a fish out of water (in all versions but T7S season 8, where his main personality traits morphed into sexism and womanizing). At least he’s holding a Tootsie Roll in his salon commercia and says, “I said good day,” which are nods to T7S!Fez. --Oz getting stuck in Nate and Nikki’s make-out gave me a laugh. --Finally, some real Oz content and background. Some, but I’d like to know what his friendships are like with the other characters. Go deeper, show. What connects Oz to them? What connects them to Oz? Why do they care about one another? What’s their history? (Yes, it’s only episode three. But I do hope these questions are answered by the first half of the season.) --I’d also like to know more about Nikki, but the force of her personality is very strong. We get a lot simply from her actress’s performance. Great casting, imo. --I am happy that T9S decided to stick with T7S S1-S7’s ongoing joke of us never learning where Fez is from. Another part of T7S season 8 has been erased … from existence (well, the T9S universe). I would like to know what Kitty said while her voice was drowned out, lol. --Aaaaand a meld of T7S S7-S8 Fez season is in the house. --Fez and Kitty’s conversation in Fez’s salon reminds me of their dynamic in season 8. Fez being rich and successful—no problem with that. How, though … the salon … and the fact T7S season 8 ended with Jackie sweeping at the salon Fez worked at in order to “humble her” (since the S8 showrunners hated her character with more than a touch of misogyny). I’m glad for Jackie that S8, as well as T9S, are on-screen AUs and not canon. By their very nature, they can’t be canon since real!Jackie would never make the choices she makes in those AUs. --When describing Sherri, Fez says he “hasn’t felt this way about a girl since Jackie.” Kitty asks what happened between him and Jackie. Real World Explanation: The actors who played Jackie and Kelso got married, and the people behind T9S wanted to capitalize on that. That ‘90s Show’s Explanation: Jackie left Fez for Kelso. Simple. What we all thought. But, really, Fez was heartbroken over her for fifteen years? Uh, no. (Of course, they never actually dated in the canon T7S universe, so none of this is real. Moving on … for now?) --Kitty gets turned on by Fez for a moment. Just like she, er, appreciated Kelso’s body in That ‘90s Show after he hugged her. For “the laughs”. Not fidelity to character. (Reminds me a bit of the T7S parody porn. I saw the version with all the sex parts cut out (thankfully). But these Kitty-is-attracted-to-her-surrogate-kids-now-that-they’re-adults moments are beyond cringey. They’re squicky. --Leia’s awkwardness trying to get her first kiss at the mall reminds me of Eric. --Jay Kelso has been characterized as a man-whore by Oz and Gwen. --Fez got his MOM on the phone, according to Sherri. (Man, my T7S brain and my T9S-as-a-canon-divergent-AU brain are clashing. There are answers to questions I wish T7S had given us and never did, but T9S’s answers don’t fit with T7S’s universe). --Red in the massage chair is hilarious. He doesn’t need a circle. He just needs a chair from Sharper Image. The fact he asks if he and Kitty should get a cat tells us he is out of his mind, lmao. (He hates cats.) --Jay and Leia’s scene on the car. Depth for Jay (yay). --Oh, man. Fez made a sex joke about Kitty (but he did that on T7S, so that’s nothing new). --Fez being shocked about Sherri being in her forties and saying, that he “really dodged a bullet there,” is season-8!Fez all over. Real!Fez loves them big, loves them small; he loves them all (that applies to age, too—legal age).And his reaction to Sherri having kids, he’d be more like Gus on Psych, wanting to become insta!Dad to them, not scared off. --Gwen [frustrated] to Leia, “You dork! I’ve been telling you how all along how awesome you are, but it took some guy to say that for it all to sink in.” A lot of Gwen and Leia’s interactions and dialogue so far can reasonably be interpreted as having romantic subtext (despite that this is not the writers’ intentions). --Glad Oz’s boyfriend is real.   --Final thoughts on T9S!Fez as depicted in this episode: he is cobbled-together mess of characterization. It’s all over the place. While he is recognizable as Fez, I don’t truly know or understand who that Fez is. It’s vague, nebulous, and ungrounded.

[lovemesomesurveys]

survey by supremequeenstyles

Did you get enough rest last night? I never feel like I get enough rest. 

What was the last thing that kept you awake? If there’s a night I have trouble sleeping or get up a few times it’s because my sleeping medication didn’t work as well for whatever that night. Sometimes I need to kick it up a notch. I don’t stay up all night anymore just for the hell of it, I want to go to sleep and be able to sleep. Thankfully, my sleeping med works majority of the time.

If you have pets, do they sleep in your bedroom at night? No, she likes to sleep on her couch in the living room. 

Can you sleep with background noise or does it keep you up? I have to sleep with the TV on for a little background noise and light. 

Do you ever take naps? Do you take long naps or little power naps? My naps tend to me a few hours. Power naps don’t help me, but honestly neither do longer naps. I always wake up feeling just groggy and blah. 

What helps when you have trouble sleeping? My sleeping meds, usually. However, those few times they don’t quite work as well then I’m kinda just screwed until I hopefully doze off eventually. 

Who was the last person to cook you a meal? What did they make? Easter dinner my mom and brother did the ham, mashed potatoes, and pesto pasta. 

Who was the last person you cooked a meal for? What did you make? I don’t cook.

Who is your female celeb crush? (If applicable) I don’t have one.

Who is your male celeb crush? (If applicable) Alexander Skarsgard.

Tell me about an interesting article you’ve read recently. There’s a lot on the news app on my phone. 

Do you have a favorite Marvel character? Scarlet Witch, Doctor Strange, and Iron Man. 

Favorite DC character? Batman and Superman. 

Do you read comic books? Nope.

Who has been your favorite actor to play Batman (live action)? I actually like Ben Affleck’s and Robert Pattinson’s takes on the character. 

Who has been your favorite live action Joker? Joaquin Phoenix.

Has a horror film ever actually scared you? Which one(s)? I mean, I may get creeped out at some parts during the movie and the damn jump scares often get me, but I don’t think I’d say a movie has actually scared me. To me, that implies lingering effects. Like, I’m affected by it long after the movie is over. I haven’t felt that. Honestly, right after the movie I just move on to something else lol.

What was the last horror movie you saw? This movie on Netflix called, I See You. 

What was the first horror movie you remember seeing? What did you think of it? >> I couldn't tell you, I have no idea. The first one that comes to mind is Scream, though. I was terrified of Ghostface as a kid.

Name a few historical figures you find interesting. Why? Nah.

What is your favorite historical film and why? Meh. 

Do you usually enjoy historical films? Not typically. 

Name a sequel film (any franchise) you like better than the first film. Why is that? Of course I’m going completely blank at the moment. As rare as it is to like a sequel better than the first, it does happen sometimes. I’m really struggling mentally and physically and my brain feels like mush right now, so I can’t think. 

Which do you find most interesting: Greek, Roman, or Norse mythology? Why? I’m not into mythology. 

Which tale from whichever mythology you listed above do you find most interesting? --

Do you collect anything? What was the last item you added to that collection? Yeah, several things. One of my biggest collections are my giraffe stuffed animals. I have a shit ton of ‘em.

Do you have any houseplants? No.

How do you like your tea? Not a big tea drinker, but a peppermint or chamomile with a packet or two of sugar is good. 

Who is your favorite Muppet? Oscar the Grouch cause me.

What is your favorite type of bird? I don’t have one. 

Which streaming platform do you use the most, if any? I mean, we have ‘em all at this point but as of lately I’ve been using Hulu, Paramount, and Peacock a lot. 

What is a skill or useful piece of knowledge you wish you’d learned sooner? Things regarding myself and what would end up happening if left unaddressed. I would hope if I knew there was something I could do, that now at hindsight wasn’t so bad, I would choose to do it. 

What is your favorite vampire movie? I was a Twilight fan. 

Your favorite fictional couple? One of the new shows I’m currently watching is School Spirits and I really like Maddie and Simon. Maddie and Wally are kinda cute, too. 

Do you have a favorite historical couple? No.

Have you received any good news recently? No. It’s been a shitty past week. 

Have you learned anything new recently? My brother just told me he’s going to take a trip tomorrow with his boyfriend to a place I’ve always to go. I held it together in front of him and he’s obviously excited, I’m excited for him. I’m really not a selfish bitch, I want him to travel and experience new things and live his life. I love that he has someone special to do so with. He’s a damn good hard worker, extremely responsible, and very intelligent. I’m proud of him, I’ll always brag about how proud I am of him. He’s a genuinely good kid. But I’m just being a sad, bitter bitch because my situation still isn’t good and still hard to envision anything changing anytime soon. I’m just not doing well physically and mentally either. It’s really hard. I know everyone needs to keep living their lives and not miss out on things just cause of me. I just really want to be able to do things and travel again. There’s so many places I want to visit. Sooo, yeah. I’m just a sad bitch. 

[shiny-bright-mars]

I'd reread my last journal entry and thought about it. Had I really lost interest in being a webcam model? I had. I wasn't just saying that. I have basically no followers on here. No one to impress with my writing skills. No one to hear me but the empty spaces in my own head.

It was less than a week since the official break up and while from his perspective, I'm guessing, he likely blamed the way he treated so very poorly based on the fact that I worked as a cam girl. From my perspective I noticed his anger issues long before hand and should have known better than to give him a chance in the first place. To be fair I had been open and honest about my situation from the start--and never did anything with anyone off the camera or gave out personal information. I was well behaved for the most part but I get it. I'm not for everyone which is why I never hid any of this from him initially.

He should have also been honest with me and himself from the start and rejected me earlier. I should have rejected him earlier when noticing his anger issues. Ironically he would never shut up about his ex and kept a picture of her dog as the background of his phone and in his profile picture on Instagram. But if I ever mentioned anything about an ex he would get noticably angry. There were too many things wrong with the picture.

Initially he told me he wanted to make porn with me. I told him, that for me working as a cam girl felt similar to watching porn, I was just lucky enough to get paid to do this. I did what I could to explain to him that I had little interest in destroying my reproductive organs by having sex with random people and so on and so forth. I explained to him the I had little interest in opening my home to random people as I have a little girl. Times were tough and I needed the money but was also going to go to school to be a phlebotomist and hopefully later to be a nurse or something to. I told him I'd be old soon and didn't be doing it much longer.

I hadn't done much camgirl work since meeting him. I was pretty busy paying attention to him and going to school and work all while being a mom. something went wrong with my car and I asked him if it would bother him if I did some work to buy a new battery. It looked as if it would so I didn't make that video. And even with that he was still angry with me, from my perspective just because he was an angry person. He needed someone to take his issues out on.

But the same thing had happened with my ex from last year. At the time I hadn't been a cam girl (had never even tried it out as work) and still I was treated poorly. To be honest, I had been in number of past relationships, before ever be coming a camgirl, in which I'd been treated poorly. So at this point I knew that some people just have anger issues.

Some might argue that I should have just immediately stopped and deleted all of my content to save the relationship as if it was purely my fault. But I think it would have been foolish of me to completely destroy my side hustle for someone with anger issues. For a relationship that might have lasted longer if I had done so but would not have lasted in the long run. There are a lot of things I'm leaving out because I do not have the energy to analyze his controlling behavior. But he crashed his car and tired to blame it on me. When countless times he admitted to and showed me that he had issues with road rage. He was the type of person who would refuse to pull over and sleep if he was tired. I remember warning him I remember telling him that I did not like him coming over here during the middle of the week when he had to go to work the next day because I was worried that he was not getting enough sleep. He seemed to be under the impression that I would have a place for him to spend the night while my daughter was with me which was not the case. He had other friends in town that he could have stayed with. He could have also not been an a****** to me and made me so uncomfortable that day that I initially broke up with him the second time. I have a bad feeling that he wants to get back with me. That's how these things work and I just pray that the landlady son yelling at him upon his departure is enough to keep him scared. I just hope him knowing that I had to file harassment charges against my ex co-worker who is literally only friends with because he would not stop coming over and texting me too much. I hope he remembers me telling him those stories and took them as warning signs to not fuck with me.

he told me that he didn't realize what my personality was like until he got to know me. He told me that I was not who he thought I was. My only thoughts were yeah you thought I was a f****** p**** didn't you. Turns out I'm not as much of a pushover as you might assume based on my selfies. Well guess what I might be tiny but being tiny has required me to become quite a bit of an a****** at times when necessary. And I'm sorry but I'm not sorry you f***** up and if you try to come back here I will call the police on you I just hope that somewhere somehow you understand that. I hope you understand that yes you can have all the stuff back that you left here but you're going to have to ask and if you do anything out of line while getting your stuff I will file a police report so I feel like it's probably not worth it for you to come back here based on your inability to regulate your own emotions.

I just remember the way things changed when I told him that he was not back allowed inside my art studio. I remember the look on his face when I asked for my weed back. I was like sure you can have your sweater back here take all of your sweaters back. I could see that he was on some sort of a trip trying to push me around and didn't think that he wouldn't get the opportunity to come back inside my art studio and yell at me again. Ha! Well I unfortunately knew what was up.

[ramblingroommate]

911 s1e3 Part 2 (part 1 here)

Abby has a brother! That was unexpected, she has been struggling so much to take care of her mom alone (especially before Carla) that I thought she was an only child.

Why doesn’t he help out at all? He seems nice enough and cares about their mother if he’s looking at memory care facilities for her. Does he live far away?

Also how is Abby going to take this? Not well I’m guessing

Ouch this hits home closer than I expected. My grandma can’t walk anymore and needs someone to help her take care of herself so my aunt took on the role of main caretaker.

She’s the one who takes care of her because she’s her only child within no children of her own. She does everything for her, barely gets out of the house and we always jokingly call her a saint.

So yeah, I can definitely relate

This is also very true! Sometimes the people who sacrifice the most are the ones who complain the least. Doesn’t make their sacrifice any less real.

And he doesn't help out because he has a family and children and is just too busy. Understandable but unfortunate.

Am I… supposed to feel tense? I didn’t believe for one second that he could die and I think there’s a 0.0001% chance he won’t recover.

It’s a bit weird to put such hard hitting character moments (Athena's daughter, Chimney) at the beginning of a show, when you haven’t really built a strong attachment yet

Another thing that unfortunately happens irl too. But I have to say I like recognizing real life events and cases, it makes things feel more realistic (it has happened quite a bit in these first few episodes, I wonder if it's a regular thing?).

Also I HATE when subtitles put “speaking [insert language]” instead of traNSLATING WHAT THEY ARE ACTUALLY SAYING WTF

Fortunately I speak spanish! The man said “help me, please! My son is not breathing”, “breathe, son”, “you need to breathe, Javi” and the woman said “god please, my son”.

Fortunately Javi is okay!

… really?

Are you really gonna answer your phone after you JUST did cpr on a child and are still on the job? And I just praised the show for being realistic lol

Also Abby told Buck about her mother!

The way Abby describes having a loved one with Alzheimer’s is breaking my heart, it’s very well done

Also this conversation is really interesting! I can see both of their points of view and I understand why Buck gave her the advice he did (makes sense with everything that’s happening this episode), BUT I think it was the wrong advice.

Abby is clearly taking on more than she can take but loves her mother and feels guilty sharing the burden with someone else (even if that someone is professional help). Buck doesn’t understand all this so he basically reinforces the idea that she does have to put herself second and shoulder her mother’s illness herself no matter what. He does this with no ill intent, he just doesn’t understand the situation.

Like you can see how defeated Abby is when she hears Buck’s reply. It’s what she feared she would hear. It confirms that she IS a bad daughter for feeling tired and considering putting her mother in a memory care facility (which she isn’t just to be clear). It’s the last thing she needed.

I have to say this exchange really highlights how different their life experiences are (she gave Buck awesome advice when he was in need because she understood how he felt, but he wasn’t able to do the same for her because he has never been in her shoes).

Bobby and Tatiana talking? Unexpected but really interesting

In any other circumstance the word “family” would have been appreciated but here… you can see her want to run away

Oh boy

They’re making Tatiana much more… human (?) than I expected. I thought they were gonna make her really uncaring or mean for no real reason, just because that’s what the plot needed, but she actually feels like her own character with a background and a worldview that influence her actions. She’s not being mean for meanness sake, she realizes what her absence looks like and how she’ll be judged for that but can’t bring herself to pretend anyway.

Also “either I say yes or I’m some kind of monster” is such a female experience, I feel for her.

That being said, Bobby is also right: you don’t have to be in love (or in a relationship) with someone to show compassion and care and empathy. It’s about decency.

I can really see both of their points of view which is the last thing I expected.

I'm putting this whole bit in because damn it hit hard. Having such a real and raw scene with Tatiana of all characters was really unexpected.

I still think that she should follow Bobby's advice and visit Chimney in the hospital, but I can't say that anything she said here was wrong.

WHY AM I GETTING EMOTIONAL ABOUT A CHARACTER I'VE KNOWN FOR MAYBE TWO MINUTES

This scene was just written really well okay? Acted well too.

I love how soft and non-judgemental Bobby is. Unfortunately Tatiana won't budge.

Okay the scene is over and oh boy was it a roller coaster of emotions! After watching it all I still think Tatiana should go visit Chimney at the hospital at least once. Everything she said was understandable and made sense but at the end of the day she's still Chimney's girlfriend and Chimney cares for her; if not out of love than she should be there for him as a kind human being.

NOOOOO CARLA WE LOVE YOU WE WOULD NEVER GET RID OF YOU I mean I do think a facility is the best option and that would technically mean no more Carla but I LOVE YOU AND WANT YOU TO STAY

Owww she's so nice and kind, recommending the facility even if that means she'd be out of a job 🥹

I thought the writers where gonna use this as an excuse to add drama but I really like the genuine approach they're taking

Mmmmh I knew Buck's comment would make her take a step back :\

I mean, the reasoning makes sense but it feels like that's the reason she used to convince herself more than anything. She clearly loves her mother and wants to spend time with her but she could have done that with the facility too.

OH SHIT

This is Athena looking for her daughter's bully, I don't even have to see her to know

There she is

Athena... please don't do anything rash... I know you're angry but PLEASE for the love of god..... YOU'RE IN UNIFORM TOO

Oh thank GOD she held herself back. I honestly expected murder

Not that those eyes promise anything good but still

(part 3 coming I have no clue when)

P.S. I haven't been able to post these comments as quickly as I would have liked (blame my job) but in the meantime I have been watching SO MANY episodes. I take notes while I watch so that I don't forget my thoughts and theories.

[lifesidefun]

Mother-In-Law Ruined Gender Reveal, Daughter-In-Law Got Even

When an expectant woman’s mother-in-law ruined her gender reveal and then lied about it, the mom-to-be didn’t take it lying down. Instead, she got even. With many members of their family looking on, the daughter-in-law quickly made her mother-in-law regret her actions. Was she wrong for the way she handled the alleged disrespect? You decide. After an unnamed woman’s mother-in-law allegedly ruined her gender reveal and lied about it, she wasted no time exposing the matriarch right in front of their family. After “embarrassing” her mother-in-law, the mom-to-be seemed to question whether or not she had done the right thing, so she took to the Reddit thread “Am I the A**hole” to ask what the name implies, but first, she gave the background to the story. According to user u/Fit_Tough1697, she didn’t want a gender reveal party but caved after her husband’s family made a big deal about it. Unfortunately, her mother-in-law, who we’ll call “Pam” for the simplicity of storytelling, was convinced the mom-to-be, who we’ll call “Lauren,” knew the gender and insisted that she tell her. However, according to Lauren, she had no idea. “She was convinced that I knew the gender and insisted I tell her. I told her I didn’t know,” she wrote. Sadly, Pam didn’t believe her. Instead, she allegedly continued to pester Lauren until she finally wore the mom-to-be down. After a month of Pam bothering Lauren about the baby’s gender and promising she wouldn’t tell anyone, Lauren told Pam she was having a girl just to shut her up. “I figured it was a 50/50 chance and it would get off my back,” Lauren admitted, adding that the entire exchange took place via texts. When the big day came, Lauren and her husband cut the gender-reveal cake to reveal blue insides after which “there was a really awkward silence,” Lauren recalled. Very quickly, it became evident what had happened. “She had told literally all of the guests from her side of the family so they could bring appropriate gifts,” Lauren revealed. As family and friends gathered around to congratulate the couple on their son, Pam allegedly “came over and hissed” at Lauren, saying her daughter-in-law had “made her look stupid.” That’s when Lauren decided to remind Pam that she had promised not to tell anyone, and had she kept her word, she wouldn’t have been humiliated. When Pam adamantly denied ever making such a promise, Lauren whipped out her phone with the incriminating texts. “I showed her our text conversation,” Lauren admitted, adding that some of their family was “right there” when she exposed her mother-in-law’s lies. They got to hear Pam admit that she not only lied but “had never intended to keep that promise.” “She said that it was a dick move and that I only did it to embarrass her,” Lauren wrote. “I again reminded her that had told her on multiple occasions that I did not know the gender,” she continued before concluding on the conundrum she found herself in following the ordeal. “My husband wants me to apologize to keep the peace. I probably will but I don’t think I was an a**hole like she seems to think,” Lauren explained to readers on the forum. Although Lauren admitted to “lying” to her mother-in-law, readers decided she was “not the a**hole” in the situation. Instead, most commenters felt that her mother-in-law was guilty of spoiling the special day, as well as trying to cover her tracks by lying about it, and they urged Lauren to stand her ground and not apologize, according to the NY Post. “I’m sick of people being told they should apologize when they did nothing wrong in order to keep the peace. Being forced to appease bullies/people who break boundaries is harmful,” one of the top comments read. A second person wrote: “I hate that the husband wants the original poster to apologize. She’s literally the wronged person here who was harassed and lied to. Husband needs to tell his mother to do the apologizing.” And a third said, “She embarrassed herself. ‘I’m sorry you embarrassed yourself by lying’ is about the only apology I’d be willing to give.” And someone else echoed this and suggested the poster give a ‘fauxpology’. “Say you’re sorry you felt you had no other choice to get her off your case or tell her you’re sorry she feels embarrassed that she broke her promise.” “Not in the wrong, but you and your husband need to get on the same page about her behavior ASAP,” someone else concluded. Indeed, if there can only be one a**hole in this situation, it seems to be the lying mother-in-law. However, two wrongs don’t make a right, and both women lied, taking an already apparently tense situation and making it worse. If I can give Lauren any advice, it wouldn’t be about who was “wrong,” but rather how to prevent such disrespect in the future. Stop trying to appease this woman, set firm boundaries, and always stick to the truth. If it’s too difficult to send an honest reply, it’s often better to say nothing at all. Read the full article

[yijanlee]

Chapter Six of " Whiskey & Cigarettes"

ps : I'm not good at english.

DRIVE ME CRAZY—

I drove her to the bar she kept mentioning, and then I returned home right away. I changed into my pajamas, and consumed the stake she had cooked for me, observing that it was tasty despite being a little cold at the time, I stepped outside to my balcony up in my room, and lit up a cigarette.

I'm not the kind of person to smoke nonstop. I sometimes smoke when I'm stressed or just need a time to loosen up.

And cigarettes made me remember a long-ago promise to my mother saying that I'll never do alcohol or cigarettes like my father did when I was a child, and I failed her by breaking that promise.

Every time I thought of my mother at night, I felt horrible and break to pieces.

My father told a big fat lie about my mom's death. Declaring that She died from a terrible illness, wasn't even true.

My father poisoned her after their argument that night; back then, they were a toxic couple. With both of my eyes, I saw it as clear as crystal.

I could still feel the pain of how my father would constantly mistreat my mother and how, whenever I stood up for her, I would receive the same discipline as my mother.

He made me call him "Godfather," which is funny because I wasn't even permitted to mention his name.

Prieto "Papa" Vargas.

The name of the person who murdered his own wife in front of his unico hijo. My own father is my greatest enemy.

I took a mouthful of smoke and let it out.

ring! ring! ring!

There are always these fuckers trying to ruin my great fucking night whenever I smoke.

I answered the call with an irritated grunt.

"speak." I instructed the caller as I took a mouthful of smoke in and exhaled it

" Hello ? Are you Celesté's boyfriend ? " the caller inquired, Uncertain of the boyfriend part.

" Yes, why is that ? " I asked, i had to admit i like the sound of that "boyfriend" thingy but i preferred "husband" more anyway.

" Celesté's drunk as fuck here and we don't know where she live at right now since she told us she already left her old apart—" the caller got interrupted by the noise coming from the background

" Hiél is a good- gooood~ kisser~ i like him~" I heard Esta (Celes) from the background, I stood up straight and put my cigarettes in the ashtray that was next to me.

" I'll pick her up, don't fucking leave her there all by herself, got it ? " I instructed the caller who I think might be her friend, Unless I'm mistaken.

" Y-yes of course ! why would i leave her here !? that would be so rude of m—" After hanging up the phone, I hurried to my closet to get my black hoodie before running downstairs to get my keys and leaving the house. Fuckin' hell she's drunk ?!

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" Hello ! are you her ride ? " The person who called me was guiding Celes at all times while holding her on her shoulder.

" Yes, that's me." I approached the two who were looking at me; the girl who appears to be Celes' friend had a really concerned expression.

I pulled Celes from her friend and opened the passenger door. I brought Celes to the seat in bridal style. God this woman must be mad.

I locked the door and faced Celesté's friend. Fuck I should have taken my four-seater vehicle.

" What happened to her ? " I questioned Celes' friend in a cold attitude.

" You see— I— I told her to not drink another glass but she didn't listen.." The unknown figure said.

At this point, I'm just pleased Celes is safe and just doing okay.

I exhaled with relief.

" There is no uber at this time, therefore I'll call someone from my office to bring you back to your house safely. " I took my phone out of my pocket.

" Hello Mr. Ice ? " One of my employees responded. thank god.

" I have a friend here- sorry what's your name ? " I turned to face the person in front of me.

" Lia, it's Lia " she stated

" Okay, I have a friend here named Lia who is unable to book an uber; pick her up and drive her home safe and sound; I'll send you the location." I stated,

" Sit down on the bus station; they should have arrived by now. Just be mindful of your surroundings." I turned to face Lia and pointed toward the bus station that was nearby.

" Thank you very much, and please take care of her.. mr. Ice ? " She hurried to the bus terminal and smiled up at me as she did so.

I then proceeded to my car, where I sat in the driver's seat. I started the car and sped away, beeping Lia to say goodbye and thank you as I went.

While we were traveling, Celes spoke often about silly things.

" You know Hiél ~ I'd kiss you every single time if i was your wi— wife~" she turned to face me and grinned. I chuckled each time she mentioned my name. she's cute.

" I'll kiss you too." I had a smile on my face as we headed home.

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I parked right in front of my residence, walked around my car to get to the passenger side, I leaned forward and grabbed her heels and lifted her in a bridal style.

She wrapped both of her arms around my neck and continued to give me little kisses on my face and neck. This woman is just clumsy and touchy when she gets drunk

She continued to hum a song, and even her murmurs sounds adorable.

We went inside as I went upstairs and brought her into my room. sliding her carefully to the bed. God, her skin on mine felt so soft.

I got up and grabbed a set of pajamas from my walk-in closet.

Changing her clothing could be unpleasant to anybody, but I have seen her body far more frequently than anyone else. She trusts me with her body, and I know this for myself. I'm not a pervert who freaks out every time I see a woman's body. Lol that's crazy. fuckin' hell who am i even explaining to ?

" Hiél ? " Celes talks a lot while asleep when she's affected by alcohol, and I've learned to adapt to that. However, sometimes I just record what she says and send it to her the following day to make fun of her. lol

" shush baby, I'm changing your clothes stay still for me mhm ? " I murmured. While still changing her clothes.

She informed me she feels more comfortable without her bras after I unclipped them because she never wears one to sleep.

" Hiél, i love you~ " she gave me a flying kiss as I was gathering her clothes off the floor. I love her. i love how everything about her is so perfect.

" I love you too, Está" I gave her a kiss on the forehead and took her worn clothing into my arms, then tucking her in my comforter to keep her warm before going downstairs to wash them.

I used to call her Está back when we were just in high school, and using it again made me feel so content. ha. i don't know what this woman did to me i love her anyway.

[orphancookie69]

Nintendo Switch: Uno

Gamer Aunt back here! I have seen a lot of games that are classically card or board games go digital, and really its a brilliant idea. You already have a market for it, its (usually) an easier version to play with less clean up and storage in the home. Let’s jump in...

UNO®, the beloved card game, is coming to the Nintendo Switch system with exciting new features. Players can now race against friends to see who can empty their hand first in Classic Play, or you can customize your experience with a variety of unique and exciting House Rules. For even more fun, the new Emote system allows players to share the joy of victory – or the agony of defeat. More info here: https://www.nintendo.com/store/products/uno-switch/

My Thoughts On The Game: 

Game full price is $10, I think I got it for $5. My nephew wanted me to join him in playing, my mom said she had the game too. No disrespect but my mom is very price conscious so when she has a game, it means it was most likely cheap. So I thought, why not? I get the game and find the room my nephew created. I will tell you from experience, do not jump into a game without having a practice one first. This is the most hectic version of Uno I have ever played. The physical version is one where you have to pay attention to what your fellow players are doing for strategy, but its not so fast paced. 

My first game was...wild. I guess they introduced new “house rules” which my nephew loves. I was paying full attention, while having them on the phone trying to explain it to me and I was somehow winning, but I could not tell you how. Luck? I had no clue what I was doing or what was happening. The online room crashed so everyone lost the game. It felt like I had never played Uno before, and I am telling you I have. I revisited the game with computers and all the new “house rules” to get an idea of it and played a couple of rounds. The computer ended up kicking my butt but I am hopefully more prepared for the next round with my nephew. 

Menu is simple, colors are classic Uno. I do appreciate them sticking with classic uno...for the most part. I must say here, this is random side tangent in some ways, but why do so many games have an “epilepsy warning”? I don’t get how people who get seizures from seeing flashing lights even play video games. Anyways, the game gets interesting when you look at the DLC’s. How does a game like Uno have DLC? Different card packs, that I think come with more variety of rules? There were about 8 or so of them and in total it was $40 more for the “full online uno game experience”. I did not get any of the DLC’s but it’s a smart move by the company. 

I normally like the classic games being turned into digital versions. This one I don’t think is as good digital as it is physical. On one hand, you need everyone to have a switch and a copy of the game to play with more than one person. The physical version of this game is similar in price and more couch co-op friendly. Steep learning curve, and not a “in the background” kind of game. Replay value is in others having it or trying the DLC’s. For me, this game is a game I would play at the request of others but if it were up to me...not sure I would of picked this game. Not a bad family game for a family of gamers. 

[crisismoth]

actually i want to talk more about this. when people say their doctor said they couldnt have autism because they had friends, they made eye contact, they were 'too smart', etc, it sounds ridiculous. but this shit actually happens.

i wasnt that worried about it happening to me, cause it's surely just a few bad apple doctors, a few bad stories that overshadow the majority competent doctors. right? but then it happened to me. and the whole process was so bad and frustrating. it wasnt a single bad doctor it was a whole team of people, and it felt like they were trying their hardest to make it difficult for me & my parents. I'm not sure how to fix this but i want to share my story also.

for background i was homeschooled until 7th grade and my parents didnt recognize my almost daily meltdowns + a lot of other stuff as abnormal cuz they just didnt know (especially because lots of their siblings acted the same way so it wasnt strange to them), so i kinda slipped through the cracks.

come 10th grade and ive only been getting worse at school so we looked into accommodation. i was placed into a sort of unofficial alternative program run independantly by a teacher, but they said id need to be evaluated for developmental disorders before they could consider something like special ed. so we got on the waiting list for evaluation. several months long (i think 6-7 months?)

fast forward to the appointment. the doctor says she only needs to talk to me so i go on back by myself. she explains theres going to be several appointments and this one is just to get to know me. she asks me what i like and so i start telling her about bugs and minecraft until i realize she looks annoyed so i shut up. she then asks me if i know why im here. i say 'to get tested for autism?' and she then asks condescendingly 'what makes you think you belong here?' which kinda caught me off guard so i told her i struggle with sensory issues and reading emotions and then started blanking because she was just silent and didnt offer any further prompting or suggestions so i tried to think of and explain more things but i didnt get far because i felt so akward. finally she asks if i have a teacher they could contact and i say 'yeah do you want me to write down his email or phone number?' and she says no they'll call and get the info if they decide they need to talk to him. so im like okee and then the appointment is over and as im leaving i start remembering more symptoms but its too late to say but its ok because she said this was just to get to know me i can explain more next time. my mom was suprised it was done so fast and confused when i explained they didnt actually do any tests yet. we go home.

a week later my mom calls them and asks what now. they ask for my teachers email. we tell it to them over the phone.

2 weeks go by. my teacher never gets an email. we call the doctors and ask if they sent it and a guy says they forgot, theyll do that now.

another week goes by. no email. we call them again. they said they sent it. must have gotten the email wrong. i triple check it and we say it over the phone again.

another week goes by. finally, my teacher gets the email. he responds immediately.

2 weeks go by. we call the doctors again to ask what now. they schedule a video call with my parents to discuss things. my mom says the lady sounded annoyed.

3 weeks go by. time for the appointment. after a while my mom comes downstairs with a sticky note with notes from the meeting. she looks upset. she explains the doctors said having gathered what they know, they see no reason to go forwards with testing, because it sounds like im 'very intelligent and capable at school'. (the only classes im passing are the 2 alternative classes and art.) they said the sensory issues, tics, social problems, and burnout are all explained by my depression and anxiety. my mom says she tried to advocate for me but they refused to listen. we dont really know were to go from here.

my mom later heard of a different doctor that should actually do a proper test, but due to the expense and her going to grad school she wasnt able to get around to scheduling anything before i left for college. she says i can schedule something myself but after how bad it went the first time its hard to find the motivation to.

i still feel afraid to self-diagnose, ive spent years doing research and hearing about more and more of my cousins being diagnosed and my diagnosed autistic friends being suprised when they learn im not and i know self diagnosis is valid and lots of people have to do it but i just remember the doctor going "what makes you think you belong here?" and feel blegh. really im just mad they lied and said there would be more appointments bc maybe if i had known i couldve explained myself better and they would have listened. anyways happy autober.

this halloween i hope the doctor that said i was 'too good at school' to consider testing for autism gets devoured by a ghoul or perhaps some other beast. treat!! 👻

[hotch-stufff]

hiii 47 and 7 for angst hotch

i love ur writing btw <3

Drunk

gif by hoe-tchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings!: mentions of abuse, stalking, and death, past abusive relationships, normal criminal minds things, angst, crying, pining, but a fluffy ending

Promtps: Angst #7 "Are you drunk?", Angst #47 "You flinched"

Author's Note: Thank you so much <3, hope you enjoy reading!!

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In hindsight, it probably wasn’ the best idea to get drunk at a bar. Especially alone. But you weren’t exactly thinking straight when you had stepped off the jet after a long case. And it had been a LONG case. Nearly a week of going through the same evidence over and over again scouring for a lead. Finally finding a lead, and coming to a dead end. 

The eventual lead that you did catch, led to the unsub already standing over her next victim’s body. At least you got a full confession. But you had been the one that had found the unsub. If that wasn’t enough, this case had already been hitting way too close to home. 

A woman was murdering victims of domestic abuse to “save them” because her mom was never “saved” from her father’s abuse. She had grown up watching it. Her victims had all had y/h/c hair, with y/e/c eyes. The same height as you, same style, just overall very similar. The only difference the team saw had been that you were never abused. At least that was what your file had said.

You had been able to keep it on the low for as long as you had been at the BAU. But you were terrified one of them would figure it out. That you would flinch at the wrong time, or you would do something to give it away.

You had gotten lucky and no one seemed suspicious. You ended up hiding in the back of the jet, curled up. No one bothered you. They all assumed that the case had just hit you harder. The one thing you hadn’t known though was that Hotch had been keeping a very close eye on you.

You two had become close, and would often hang out at each other's apartments. Spending tjme just talking about nothing and everything for hours. He had quickly become one of your best friends. You always went to him when you were upset.

But tonight, you just needed to get away.

Which is how you found yourself in this bar, downing your fifth drink. In the back of your mind, you knew that you wouldn't be able to drive home, or even walk without tripping over your own feet. You needed to call someone, and your drunk self called Hotch. While the phone rang you checked the time. 3 am. He was going to kill you.

“Hotchner.” You giggled drunkenly at his formal response.

“Why so serious bossman?” He recognized your voice immediately. 

“Y/n? Are you okay?” 

“M’great. Havin a blast.” You slurred.

“Are you drunk?” He asked and you giggled again.

“Mayyybe.” You slurred, concerning Hotch even more.

"Where are you?”

“Mabel's I think. But let me tell you. I think you need to come get me because there is no way m’drivin home.” He huffed as you heard noise coming from the phone.

“I'm on my way, stay there!” But you hung up. You were so excited to see him. Truth was you had definitely developed a crush for the man. Telling him that was going to be difficult, mainly because of your past, but also because he was your boss, and about 12 years older than you.

You waited for about 10 minutes before you heard the door ring as it opened and Hotch ran inside, frantically searching around. He found you and was quickly at your side.

“Y/n, are you okay?” You nodded sleepily. You always did get sleepy after your sixth drink. He gave you a concerned glance before reaching for your arm. You flinched slightly, but Hotch didn’t say anything about it. He picked you up because there was no way that you could walk, and carried you out to his car. 

“You’re staying with me tonight.” He had said once on the road. You lazily watched  out the window as buildings went by. 

“M’kay.” You mumbled. Hotch sent you another concerned glance. Something was wrong, but he couldn't quite figure out what. Usually when a case hit you hard, you would spend the night talking with him. He had been surprised when you hadn't shown up at his apartment. Even more shocked when you had called him drunk. He cared about you and it hurt him to see you like this.

Soon he found himself pulling into his driveway. He parked and quickly ran to your side of the car to help you out. He opened your door, and reached his hand over to unbuckle you when suddenly you shifted back. Your arms came up as if to block a blow and a whimper escaped your lips. 

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I promise!” You let out, sounding much more sober now. Hotch stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. 

“Y/n, it’s me, can you hear me, its Aaron?” You moved your arms from your face, peeking out wide eyed. You pulled your arms the rest of the way down. 

“Sorry Hotch. That was just, um, that w-was-” But he cut you off.

“You flinched.” He paused looking at the tears in your eyes, realizing that he needed to get you inside before you broke down in the car. “C’mon, let's go inside.” You bowed your head and nodded. 

“Okay.” You said softly. He helped you out of his car slowly, and walked you up to his apartment. Once there, you plopped on his couch, sobering up for the conversation you knew was going to happen. He walked in the room, a glass of water in hand. He handed it to you, sitting next to you. he waited a few moments before beginning the inevitable conversation.

“Y/n, why did you flinch?” He asked hesitantly. He didn't want to push you, but he was concerned and he wanted to know. So you told him. Every detail, every heartbreaking moment. The bruises, the scars, the hospital trips. Everything. The reports, the disbelief, the arrest, the divorce. Then the even worse parts. The escape, the stalking, the attack, the death. Every little thing. You could feel the tears falling down your face as you spoke about your ex-husband. 

Hotch sat as he watched the beautiful woman sitting in front of him break down. He didn't know any of this, none of it was in your file. He knew that Strauss had to know though, because you never would have been accepted without background checks and psych evals. 

His heart broke a little more every time you shared another detail. On one side it felt so nice to get it off your chest. On the other hand, it was weird opening up to Hotch like this. He was seeing so much more of you than you had ever allowed anyone since your husband. He sat in silence once you finished speaking. 

“Y/n. I'm so sorry. You never should have had to go through that.” And the tears came even faster, until they were silent sobs. Hotch, well he was more Aaron in that moment, brought you into his arms holding you tight, bringing you a comfort you hadn’t felt in a long time. “Shh, shh. It’s okay. I’m right here. It’s okay to cry.”He silently whispered into your hair. You looked up at him then, sighing softly at the beautiful man before you. 

“Thank you Aaron.” He loved the way his name sounded coming from your lips. But before he could tell you, he looked down to find you asleep in his arms. And that's how he stayed until morning. 

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The next morning you awoke to a strange bed, with strange sheets, in a strange room. But one sniff and all you could smell was Hotch’s cologne. You soon recognized that there was a warm body behind your own, an arm wrapped around your middle. 

You almost didn't remember what happened last night, but once you did, you began to panic. What if he hated you? What if he was disgusted by you? He probably had just pitied you.  

He must have felt you shift, because he was waking up. His arm tightened around you, and he leaned up looking you in the eyes. He saw your panic and was alert rather quickly for someone who had just woken up. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked quickly, eyes scanning you frantically. 

“You must be disgusted with me.” You paused taking a deep breath. “I'm sorry Hotch. I ruined your night and then cried all over you with my pathetic life story. And you probably just pitied me. I'm sorry.” He shook his head. 

“Y/n, look at me.” You looked into his eyes. “I am and never will be disgusted by you. I am amazed by you. You are so strong and beautiful and you never deserved a thing that disgusting man did to you. I don’t pity you, not at all. All of this has just made me fall more in love with you than I already was.” You looked at him wide eyed.

“You love me?” He leaned a little closer.

“Of course I do. It's impossible not to.” You dared closer still as he moved a piece of hair from your face. The loving gesture warming your heart. 

“Thank you. For everything. I love you too Aaron.” And he sealed your lips. It was intimate and explosive at the same time. And in the most cliche way, fireworks exploded as you kissed him. 

You moved together passionately. Your noses bumped ever so slightly as he kissed you deeper than you had ever been kissed. He was an amazing kisser, to say the least. He broke away a moment later, smiling down at you. 

“Give me a chance to show you what real love is, what it's supposed to be.” You nodded.

“Of course Aaron.” And you kissed him again, sliding your hands around his neck into his hair. It was the happiest you had been in a very long time. 

So in hindsight, maybe getting drunk wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

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[x3kristax3]

Is This The End?

⚠️ warning: language

" If it's not fine,

it's not the end "

Chapter 4

Sitting in a booth at the Aurora, my food is still in front of me barely touched staring at my phone of mine and Jakes conversation.

Jake: I realized that 6 months ago before I left you. Leaving you was the hardest thing and I realized in that moment that if I didn't hurt you now I could never walk away from you and you deserve a guy who would give up the world for you. 

MC: But I fucking want you Jake! I want all of that with you. I'd give up my world to be with you. Shit I did after Hannah. I came out here to be with you.

Jake: No, you came out here to help me become a free man. You took me from my world into yours where a guy like me doesn't belong.

MC: I tried to join yours and you wouldn't let me. I tried to leave everything I knew behind and you refused so there was no other choice.

I hear the doors open again and I look up and see Jake. He comes and sits across from me and reads my message I just sent.

"There was another choice back then" he say looking into my eyes.

"No, that was last resort. I wasn't letting you leave me unless it was the only choice" I say with tears in my eyes.

He moves next to me and pulls me close but I push him away and move into the corner.

"MC, it was bound to happen. We might love eachother but our life together is just too messy. I can't be with you and I won't dare ask you to move out here. "

Dan walks up "why the hell can't you leave her alone?" He demands an answer.

"Dan, go back to Jessy! I'm dealing with Jake" I snapped at him. 

"Fine but don't call me over here when you need him gone" he says walking away.

I roll my eyes and Jake notices "I know they don't like me specially right now" says Jake eaching for my hand.

"Jessy wants is to try and fix this but i don't know if i can." I whisper looking into his blue eyes. I feel the tears trying to come back.

"But why does she?" He asks making small circles on my hand knowing that calms me down.

"She sees the love still between us" I say pulling away from him and he accepts it. "I need to know who that girl was" as i put my head into my knees.

"Noone important to me" he says.

"You called her love, Jake. You made her coffee, she opened your fucking door." I say looking at him as the tears break again.

"I wasn't expecting you and I was making coffee so she opened the door."

"You mean you werent paying attention to the fact I told everyone expect you that I was buying a plane ticket to travel half way across the world?"

"No…. I hadn't.  I didn't think after our last fight you would want to see me right now. I lost control in that fight and I said things I shouldn't have said to you."

 "We both did that fight. That's why I wanted to come see you and figure out what had gone wrong with us these last 6 months. I never stopped loving you but I felt like I was making a fool out of myself and lying to everyone when people asked how we were." As I wipe the tears away.

"I know my mom kept asking when she was going to see you again. I guess I have to break her heart too and tell her the truth" he says as he looks at my phone and sees the background. His is one of his hand on my thigh which looks like its one he found offline.

"Jake, do you still love me?" I ask looking at him.

"After everything today I'm not going to answer that MC. Im going to let you go. If we are meant to be back together in the end fate will make it happen" he says as he takes my hand and kisses it as he gets up and leave.

I sit there for a moment and bolt outside but he's already is down the road. I stand on the edge of the road hoping to see break lights or see him turn around but he never does. I fall to my knees on the asphalt and start sobbing. Jessy and Dan come out looking for me and see me.

"MC! Get out of the road" yells Jessy as she runs up to me and I fall face first down. They help pick me up and i lose it again realizing its really the end.

"Hey, you guys will figure it out" says Jessy wiping the tears from my face.

Dan comes and picks me up for a hug but I push him away and run in the direction Jake left. He tries to follow me but Jessy stops him "Dan, let her do this" she says.

"She's going fo get hurt" he says.

"She lost the love of her life. Let her be don't be the asshole right now" jessy says stopping him again.

She turns towards me, still running down the street. 

I stop and hunch over feeling sick to my stomach. I can't see his car anymore and I'm at a cross road so i have no idea which way he went. I start spinning hoping to see something.

I see the red BMW I rented coming up and pu3lld over. Jessy gets out, "lets go get some rest" she says.

"No I need to find him again. Our futures are destined to be together" i say in tears.

She pulls me in for a hug putting me towards the car. She finally gets me in the car and i lean my head against the window as she turns around. I keep hoping to see Jakes car come up behind us but it never happens.

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Absentee

Character: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Y/N fell in love with Jason Todd, she didn’t realize the normalcy she lost would become such a problem in their relationship. And she didn’t know how much pain it would cause to hide her boyfriend’s secrets. 

Word Count: 4,600 – One Shot

A/N: This is probably a really personal story. And you all might hate it or not relate to it. But oh well...

Y/N had her music playing in her headphones just quietly enough so she could hear them announce when her plane was boarding.

Between corporate holidays and what was left of her vacation days for the year, she was able to go home for a week and a half.

Only, she was hoping that this year she wouldn’t be going home alone.

But when Jason got sucked into a case two weeks before their flight back to her hometown, she knew there was no way he’d be accompanying her.  

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just–“ Jason had tried to tell her when she realized they weren’t going to be spending the holidays together.

“You don’t have to apologize. There are more important things right now than meeting my crazy family,” Y/N laughed lightly. “But they’ll be bummed.”

Jason still looked so down guiltily. He knew that Y/N had been downplaying how excited she was for her family to meet him.

Yeah, Y/N was upset, but her family was even more upset. Being in a different part of the country and them never putting in the effort to visit her, they had yet to meet Jason. Even when the two of them had been dating for 10 months.

Y/N had met all of Jason’s brothers, along with Bruce and Alfred. It had all been against his will, his family strategically running into them or invading his apartment when they knew Y/N would be there. Jason acted annoyed by it, but Y/N knew he was happy for her to meet them and without him having to act like he cared.

But Jason had only ever waved on FaceTime to her family or sometimes answered calls from them when Y/N left her phone next to him and went to another room.

It wasn’t like Y/N needed her family’s approval. She knew what she wanted and what was best for her. Their opinions didn’t hold as much weight with her as they thought.

But Y/N also had never introduced her family to a boyfriend before. Things either fizzled out before then or the relationship was so casual that the thought of even mentioning a boy-toy’s name in passing to her family made her want to jump out a window.

———

“So Jason couldn’t get out of work last minute?” Y/N’s older sister, Kate, asked as they drove to her house after picking her up from arrivals.

And so it began.

“No,” Y/N answered. “His boss is sort of an asshole. He’s a workaholic and can’t fathom why anyone else would ever be anything different.”

The truth was that Jason didn’t really have a job. When it came to income, Jason was resourceful. He was still a hitman for hire. But once the killing part of that job stopped – which was long before Y/N ever met him – it didn’t rake in as much money. Most of his money was either stolen from criminals or he would work odd jobs here and there.

However, the lie Jason and Y/N had agreed on was that he was a mechanic. And Jason did know absolutely everything there was to know about cars and motorcycles. He’d even promised Y/N that if she ever decided she wanted him to drop the vigilante life, he would do just that and start his own mechanic shop. But Y/N knew better than to ever ask that of him.

“Cars don’t stop breaking – even around the holidays,” Y/N joked darkly.

“Mhmm,” her sister answered.

Y/N already knew what her family thought of her boyfriend’s “job”: it wasn’t good enough for them.

The only reason they let it slide was because they knew Bruce Wayne was his adoptive father. Therefore they interpreted Jason’s ‘lack of ambition’ as his personal rebellion against his privilege and upbringing.

“Mom said he sent flowers and a bottle of wine to the house today and apologized for not being able to make it,” Kate added.

Y/N quickly looked at her in surprise.

“So I’m guessing from your reaction that it wasn’t your idea,” Kate teased.

“No,” Y/N shook her head. “He didn’t even tell me he did that.”

That was a Bruce Wayne move for sure. It didn’t matter that Jason had a rocky relationship with him, the Wayne charm and manners were deceivingly contagious.

————

Later that night, when everyone was in bed and Y/N decided to finally unpack. And she was surprised to find two of Jason’s t-shirts hidden in her bag. They were her favorites of his, always stealing them. Mostly she wore them to lounge around the apartment or to wear to bed. But her favoritism was in no way hidden.

Jason must’ve snuck them in her bag while she wasn’t looking.

Y/N smiled as she grabbed one of the shirts and raised it to her nose. It still smelled like him.

It was enough to make her feel guilty for not having called him yet. She’d texted him that she landed, but other than that, she’d been pretty silent.

She grabbed her cell and dialed.

“Hey, you.”

He always answered her calls as if they made his day, even if she’d called him multiple times that day already. His reaction to her calls never failed to make Y/N smile.

“I didn’t really expect you to pick up,” Y/N admitted.

“Always got time for you,” he answered lightly.

But then she heard background noise: wind blowing, distant sirens, people shouting at each other nearby.

Jason was on patrol. Or maybe he was doing some recon. 

But Y/N knew not to ask. 

“I see some of your clothes made the trip,” Y/N commented through a smile. Jason could hear the smile in her voice. “Those t-shirts have a mind of their own…”

“And my mom thought the flowers and card were sweet,” she added.

“I might not have met her yet, but I know that’s not gonna be enough to win her over,” Jason answered darkly.

Y/N didn’t say anything, because they both knew he was right.

“Flight was fine?” Jason asked, changing the subject.

“Mhmm.”

“I miss you.”

Y/N shook her head and laughed. “No, you don’t. I’ve been gone for like 12 hours.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

She rolled her eyes. “Always the romantic.”

More sirens could be heard. They sounded closer this time. “Are you being careful?” All playfulness had disappeared from her voice.

“Of course.”

Y/N sighed. “Jason, I’m serious. Please, be safe.”

“I know. I know. Don’t worry about me.”

“You know that’s not gonna happen, J.”

He ignored her comment. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

————————

To say Y/N’s time at home was rough…was an understatement.

If Y/N wasn’t being asked a million questions about Jason, she was being interrogated for why he wasn’t there. And if Jason wasn’t the subject of the conversation, people acted like she was single – some even talking about setting her up.

Y/N realized she preferred the former.

Every year, her family threw a giant party.

And for the past five years, Y/N had always been the only one that was single. All of her siblings, all of her cousins, all of their family friends, all of their neighbors…every single one of them had a significant other during those years. 

Everyone...except her. Now, this year, all of them had kids or were expecting.

It was exhausting. 

Sometimes Y/N felt like they were all robots programmed to do the exact same things at the exact same time –  no original thought to be had.

Y/N would be lying if she didn’t spend most of the party wishing Jason was at her side. He would make fun of awkward situations with her. And he would stick up for her when her family teased her a little too much.

The other thing Y/N wasn’t prepared for was unintentionally studying  her family’s boyfriends or husbands. She felt like she was watching everyone’s relationships through a different lens now that she herself had her own. And to put it as kindly as possible…she was not impressed.

Y/N noticed how none of the men offered to help in the kitchen, instead deciding to sit on the couch and watch football and scream at the television. Or how when her cousin handed her son to her husband, and he acted like he didn’t even know how to hold the one year old. And later, when his diaper needed to be changed, he handed him back to his wife as if he had no idea how to do it himself.

Yet her family was stuck on Jason not being able to visit or that he was a mechanic.

What did someone’s job matter if they treated her like she was their world and he the best thing to ever happen to her?

If Jason were here, he would be in the kitchen cooking. And if they had a kid, it would be a 50/50 job – not a burden only Y/N had to bare. He would try to get to know everyone because he would want to know the people who raised the woman he loved. He’d make sure to check in on Y/N every once in awhile, making sure she didn’t need anything. 

Thinking about it all made Y/N miss Jason even more.

Needing to get some air, she decided to go outside and let the winter chill refresh her. It had been getting too hot in the house.

Y/N pulled her phone out of her back pocket and tapped Jason’s name.

“Hey, you.”

“Hi,” she sighed.

Just hearing his voice made her feel a bit better and tension left her body.

“What’s wrong?” Jason quickly asked.

“Nothing. Just…wanted to check in.”

For a second, she was going to explain that she had the sudden realization that all the men connected to her family were trash. And witnessing it was making her miss him more. But she didn’t really want to waste her breath and she figured she’d just come off dramatic more than sincere.

“Are you at your apartment?” She asked quickly.

“Yeah, I’m gonna leave for patrol in a bit…”

Then Y/N’s mind suddenly thought, ‘Fuck it.’

“Jason?”

“Yeah, kid?”

“If you were here…” She began softly.

“Mhmm,” he encouraged.

“What would you be doing?”

Jason was a bit confused by the question for a second. But he slowly got what she was asking.

“Well,” he took in a shallow breath. “I would’ve stolen Alfred’s famous chocolate chip cookie recipe and whipped up those bad boys to bring over. And I’d pretend to care about football with your dad.”

That made Y/N laugh.

“I’d help your mom in the kitchen, even when she pretended not to want it.”

“Really laying it on thick, huh?”

But Y/N knew he was right. Jason was the cook between the two of them – and a good one, too. He also was a helper. He couldn’t sit back and watch someone do something while he did nothing. No matter how big or small.

“Shhh,” Jason reprimanded and then continued. “But most importantly, I’d try to get as many embarrassing stories about you as I possibly could.”

“Well, thank goodness you’re not here then,” she teased with a roll of her eyes.

Jason was quiet a second before he asked, “Wanna tell me what’s wrong now?”

“Nothing’s wrong. Just miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

“All my family’s boyfriends and husbands are losers. And I guess I’m just now realizing it.”

“Ahh,” Jason noted.

Now he really knew why she’d asked her question.

“It’s snowing here,” he told her as he looked out the window. “It’s almost making Gotham look pretty.”

“Are you going to the manor for Christmas?”

“Probably not,” Jason answered.

“Jason,” she grumbled. “What are you going to do instead? Sit in your apartment alone?”

“I’m gonna patrol. Crime doesn’t take holidays, Y/N.”

“Cheesy,” she pointed out. “Please be with your family, Jason. I don’t want you to be alone. OK?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Y/N knew that was as good as it was going to get.

Then she felt something on her cheek and she looked up. “Hey, it just started snowing here, too…” She told him with her head tilted back.

“I love you,” he sighed.

“I love you, too. Be careful tonight, Jason.”

Y/N gave herself a few more moments outside before returning to the party.

When she walked back inside, she immediately heard her name. But no one was calling to her. 

She was being talked about. 

She recognized her mom and sister’s voices, and then a couple of her aunts. They were talking around the corner, completely unaware that Y/N was in hearing distance.

So Y/N couldn’t help but linger.

“She says he works a lot. Every time I facetime her, he’s never there,” her sister Kate told the women. “I wouldn’t even really know what he looked like if it weren’t for her photos that she’s sent me. He doesn’t have any social media.”

“I just can’t believe he couldn’t get work off. Around the holidays?” Her mom added in utter disbelief. “Sounds like it won’t be surprising when she finds out he’s been unfaithful,” one her aunts commented.

The group hummed in agreement, but also disappointment. 

“He doesn’t even live in Metropolis. He lives in Gotham,” her mother supplied, only further backing the idea that Jason wasn’t committed. “God knows why. But I hate that Y/N is constantly going there. No good news comes from that city.”

Y/N clenched her teeth in anger.

If only they knew the truth about Jason. 

He was a hero and risked his life every night for an entire city – a city that had done nothing but hurt him. And he was 20 times the man than any of the men in their family.

She just wanted to scream at them for being so judgmental about a person they’d never even met.

But she couldn’t.

So Y/N stormed up to her childhood bedroom and decided she had enough of the party.

She shouldn’t have come home for the holidays. She would’ve rather waited for Jason to get back from his Red Hood work than listen to her family misjudge the first man she ever truly loved and wanted to share with them.

————————

Y/N was so tired when she got off the plane.

She felt like a zombie as she walked to baggage claim to grab her duffle.

What she wasn’t expecting was to find her boyfriend waiting for her in arrivals.

Y/N had told him she would just get a car.

But Jason seemed to have other ideas.

Y/N’s entire face brightened at the sight of him.

She practically ran to him and jumped into his arms.

Jason chuckled at her enthusiasm.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, her words muffled by his body.

“I thought I’d surprise you,” Jason said through a smile before he kissed her head.

Y/N didn’t respond, just held him tightly.

“Come on. Let’s get your bag and head home,” he finally told her.

—

“So, how was it?” Jason asked once they got into his car. Y/N shrugged, “It was fine.”

Her lack of details and curt response was enough warning for Jason to realize things were not totally fine between them.

He didn’t bother asking for more details during the car ride home. Instead, he answered all her questions about what he had been up to, how the case was going, if his family was alright.

Once they got back to Y/N’s apartment in Metropolis, the grace period seemed to be over.

Y/N had grown quiet as she moved around her apartment, unpacking and putting all her things away.

Jason walked into her bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed as she folded clean clothes. “This might be a shot in the dark. But I can’t help but feel that you’re not happy with me,” he finally pointed out.

She didn’t answer or look at him, just kept folding.

“Did something happen while you were at home?” Jason pushed.

She still didn’t answer. So Jason reached for her hands, holding them gently.

“Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I just didn’t expect how hard it was going to be…” she finally whispered with a bowed head.

“What would be?”

“Just going home without you,” she explained.

“Did something happening?”

“I mean, kinda? Not really. They just…” she hesitated. Did she really want to confess all of this to him? She knew it would only hurt him. "They think you’re a bad boyfriend.”

Jason just nodded slowly.

He should’ve seen this coming. Of course her family didn’t think he was good enough. How could they think anything different?

“I’m just…fucking frustrated,” Y/n groaned. “I knew what I was getting into when you told me about your other life and who you really were. I was willing to keep your secret and protect it. I just never thought about how hard it would be keeping it from my family.”

She shook her head. “They think you’re not committed or something. And that…that you’re probably cheating on me.”

The idea of him ever doing that her made Jason sick to his stomach.

“I’m sorry,” Jason mumbled.

“What?” Y/N gasped. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“But I have,” he argued. “I put you in this position.”

“No, I did. I did when I fell in love with you,” she clarified.

“But I don’t want you lying to the people you love.”

“I’m not telling you this because I’m mad at you or blame you, Jason. I’m trying to tell you why I’m frustrated.”

She rubbed her face. “I just want them to know what an amazing person you are...and how brave and selfless. How you take care of me and love me and…and protect me.” Her eyes began to water. “They’re never gonna know the real you…even when they do meet you. And I fucking hate it.”

“So what if you told them?” Jason offered.

Her eyes widened at that. “Jason…”

“I’m serious. What if you told them?”

She thought about it. But she already knew the answer.

“It wouldn’t do any good. If I told them, then they’d be worried about me. Worried that your other life was putting me in danger. Worried that I would get pulled into it.”

Jason knew she was right.

Her family probably preferred an absentee boyfriend over a vigilante.

“But I see how the shitty men that have joined my family are. And you’re nothing like them. You’re so much better. And they’ll never even know.”

“Come here,” Jason muttered before he pulled her to him.

He let her body sink into his as he held her.

“I’ll do anything you want,” he whispered as he rubbed her back. “I just want you to be happy.”

“I always wondered what it would be like to finally been in a relationship – to just have someone on my team no matter what. I went to all those family gatherings thinking I’d never have it. And once I did, once I found you…” Her thoughts died out. “I just never expected it to be this way.”

“Do you regret it?” Jason asked as he pulled away to look in her eyes.

Her brow furrowed. “Regret what?”

“Being with me. Falling in love with me.”

Her heart broke at the question. “Oh, Jason. Of course not. Never.”

“What if I stopped?” He asked.

“No. I would never ask that of you,” she quickly shot down.

“I’d do it for you,” he tried to argue.

“I know you would. But I’m not asking. Because I know what it would do to you. Every time you’d see something in the news, you’d hate yourself. Because you would convince yourself that you could’ve stopped it. And maybe you would be right.” She took in a deep breath. “Red Hood isn’t just something you do. He’s a part of you. And even though I worry about you constantly, I’m never gonna tell you to stop.”

Jason took his time in reading her face.

“OK?” She pushed.

He nodded.

Then he embraced her once again.

“I’m sorry you have to keep my secrets,” he breathed into her hair.

————————————

Y/N walked into Jason’s apartment.

It was a Friday night and they agreed to have her come to his place this weekend.

Jason was always weary of her coming to Gotham, preferring her to stay in the safety of Metropolis.

He knew they couldn’t do the distance forever, and eventually they’d move into together. But he wasn’t ready to leave Gotham yet. And he didn’t want Y/N to lowering herself to such a city.

“J!” Y/N called when she walked in.

He had given her keys to his apartment quite early in their relationship, and told her she was welcome at his place any time. However, he wasn’t a fan of her getting there after dark. Gotham was Gotham, and he didn’t like her wandering around the city by herself just in order to give him a surprise visit.

An envelope on Jason’s kitchen counter caught her attention.

She nosily looked at it and saw that they were plane tickets to her hometown with both of their names on each of them.  

She heard Jason walk up behind her. “What’s this?”

“A surprise,” he shrugged.

“What do you mean?” She laughed.

“We’re gonna visit your family,” he explained casually. “I called your mom and sister to find a weekend that worked.”

Y/N was shocked to silence.

“I know I fucked up when I couldn’t go with you during the holidays. I know this isn’t gonna solve everything. But I figured…it’s start.” Before he could say more, Y/N threw her arms around him.

————

Jason Todd knew how to throw on the charm. And no matter how thick he laid it on, it always felt sincere.

Y/N smiled as she watched her boyfriend interacting with her family.

He knew so much about each of them already, that he knew exactly what to talk about with every one of them.

For their long-weekend visit, they had decided to stay with her sister.

Jason knew she would be the hardest to win over and was the most protective over Y/N. He made it his personal mission to befriend her and show her how much he loved her little sister.

Y/N never said so, but Jason knew how important it was to her that Kate approved of him.

However, Jason hadn’t been able to have a conversation alone with her all weekend.

Until their last morning there.

Y/N was still sleeping when Jason had made his way to the kitchen.

He figured he could make Kate and her husband breakfast after housing them for a long weekend. And he made sure to start a pot of coffee while he was at it.

Halfway through making his specialty waffles, Kate walked into the kitchen rubbing her eyes.

“Oh, hi,” she greeted, clearly surprised to find Jason cooking in her kitchen.

“Morning,” Jason greeted.

“This is a surprise,” she said as she looked around the kitchen.

“There’s coffee if you want some.”

“T-Thanks…” she managed to mutter. “Do you need some help?”

“Nope. I got it. You just relax.”

Kate seemed to be unsure of how to behave when she was alone with her little sister’s boyfriend, and eventually sat on the kitchen stool with her coffee.

“Do you cook a lot?” She finally broke the silence with her question.

“I enjoy it,” he answered with a shrug. “I figured it’s the least I can do for you guys putting us up.”

“That’s very sweet of you, Jason.”

He continued cooking.

Kate figured this was her opportunity to get to know Jason – and not just through Y/N’s eyes. So, she started asking him question after question, and he seemed happy to answer them. Kate was surprised to find out about Jason’s traumatic childhood, making him realize that Y/N must’ve only shared his relation to Bruce Wayne and nothing more about his life before becoming an adopted Wayne.

Jason wasn’t surprised Y/N kept that part of his life to herself. She was protective of him that way. She always felt like his past was his story to tell, not hers.

“I know missing the holidays didn’t leave the best impression,” Jason told her after they’d been talking for awhile.

“You really mean a lot to Y/N. And your opinion matters more to her than you might think,” he added as he crossed his arms.

Kate seemed a little taken aback by how unafraid he was of confrontation.

He seemed more mature for his age – maybe for hers, even.

“I know I’m not going to win any of you over from just a single trip,” Jason continued. “But I’m going to work my ass off to make sure I get there.”

Kate smiled at that.

“I love her,” he told her quietly, but with determination. “She’s…Well, she’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Then he smirked. “And I’m not dumb enough to do anything to fuck things up with her.”

He took in a shallow breath. “I just…I just needed you to know that.”

Kate’s heart swelled from hearing her little sister’s boyfriend confessing his love for Y/N.

“Thank you for telling me that,” she whispered, trying to stop herself from crying. “I worry about her. And I hate that she’s so far away sometimes. I miss her.”

“She misses you, too,” Jason assured her.

“Thank you for taking care of her. I’m suddenly realizing you’re the only reason she’s eating anything that’s not out of a takeout container.”

Jason laughed. “I plead the fifth.”

Before any more could be said, Y/N walked into the kitchen as if she was sleep walking.

“Well, look who it is…” Jason teased.

Y/N walked to him silently, clearly wanting cuddles.

Jason chuckled at her, but gave her what she wanted. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. He had kept the PDA at an absolute minimum while he had been around Y/N’s family. But he couldn’t help it when Y/N was her sleepy and adorable self.

“You sleep OK?” He tried to whisper to her.

But Kate still heard it and pretended to look down at her phone.

Y/N nodded into his neck, making him chuckle at her more.

This was new for Kate, seeing her sister being loved and loving someone. Her instinct was to say it made her uncomfortable. But it was just something she wasn’t used to.

Soon Kate’s husband woke up and they all ate breakfast together.

And a few hours later, Y/N and Jason were packed and their was a Lyft was waiting outside to take them to the airport.

Jason hugged Kate and her husband and thanked them for hosting them. Then he grabbed Y/N’s bags and gave her a moment alone with her sister as he took their stuff to the car.

“I think I owe the two of you an apology…” Kate told her little sister.

“You do?”

“I think I judged him a bit too much before really giving him a chance.”

Y/N winced, but nodded. “Yeah, you did, actually.”

“He really loves you.”

Y/N smiled. “He does.”

“I just want you to be happy, you know that right?”

“I know. But sometimes you think that what makes you happy is what would make me happy. Our lives are different. And we want different things. Just because my relationship looks different than yours doesn’t mean it’s worse in some way.”

Kate nodded sadly, knowing her sister was right. “I get that now.”

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A/N: I was inspired to write this when I thought about how my own family would react to me having a boyfriend like Jason Todd: a man who was secretly a vigilante and had a past too hard for anyone to ever imagine. Hopefully, other people can relate to this and it wasn’t too personal. 😬

Let me know what you thought!!!