#and that through everything they've been together the ways both of them approach happiness and each other have also come together

[ectoplasmer]

clarification because i swear i don't practice favoritism (i so do sometimes but shhh): i think about marrying all the others just as much as I do ryou but he just so happens to be the one i talk about the most so sjjfdsh

[berberriescorner]

Through the Darkness

Characters: Husband(Dad)!Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: Rio senses the reader’s turmoil and offers unwavering support. As they navigate the challenges of mental health and family life, their bond deepens, revealing the importance of vulnerability and understanding in their relationship.

Warnings: Depictions of depression and mental health struggles. Emotional and sensitive themes. Mild language. Brief sexual content😈. References to family dynamics and parenting challenges. The norm–you know it’s bound to have at least some questionable language and spice😂.

Word Count: 1,300+.

Music Inspo🧡:

You’ve always been good at hiding your emotions, at least you thought you were. Lately, the heaviness of your depression has become more difficult to mask. You went through the motions with a smile plastered on your face, trying to convince everyone – and yourself – that you were fine. Intrusive thoughts rushed through your head.

You ungrateful heifer. You have a roof over your head, clothes on your back, and food on your table. Your fine-ass husband adores you. He risks everything to give you and your children the world. Your babies are happy and healthy. You have no right to be sad about anything. 

But life hadn't always been this way. Everyone has shit they've gone through, and both the past and depression had a funny way of sneaking up on you when you least expected it.

You honestly thought you were doing a decent job at keeping your mood, and the sadness under wraps. But Rio noticed. He always noticed. 

One evening, after a particularly long day, you were in the kitchen, trying to muster the energy to make dinner. The weight of your sadness pressed down on you, making even the simplest tasks feel monumental. You felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes but quickly blinked them away, forcing a smile as you heard Rio’s footsteps approaching.

“Hey, baby,” he said, his voice soft as he entered the room.

“Hey,” you replied, your smile wavering.

Rio’s sharp eyes took in the scene, noting the slump of your shoulders and the forced cheeriness in your tone. Without a word, he walked over and gently took the knife from your hand, setting it on the counter. He turned you to face him, his hands cupping your cheeks.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked, his voice tender but firm.

“I’m fine, really,” you tried to insist, but the quiver in your voice betrayed you.

Rio shook his head, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. “Don’t lie to me, mama. I see you. I peep what’s going on. You think I don't feel the tension in your body whenever I touch you, darlin’?”

Your facade crumbled under his gaze, and tears spilled down your cheeks. Rio pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as you sobbed against his chest. He didn’t say anything, just held you, letting you release all the pent-up emotions you had been trying to hide.

After a while, your sobs subsided, and you pulled back slightly, looking up at him through tear-filled eyes. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“For what, ma? Don’t be sorry,” he said softly. “You’re allowed to feel this way. You're allowed to have bad days, darlin’. You don’t always have to be strong.”

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and vulnerability. “It’s just… everything feels so heavy lately. I’m trying to keep it together, but it’s hard.

Rio nodded, understanding. “I know it is. But you don’t have to do it alone. I’m here for you, mama.”

He guided you to the couch, sitting you down and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Tell me what’s been going on in that beautiful head of yours,” he said, his voice gentle, as he tucked you under his arm and laid back into the cushions.

You took a deep breath, feeling more at ease with his comforting presence. You started to talk, sharing your feelings of sadness, the overwhelming sense of hopelessness, and the constant battle to keep up appearances. Rio listened intently, never interrupting, just holding you close and letting you know he was there. His lips ghosted your forehead every time your voice wavered.

When you finished, he tilted your chin up so you were looking into his eyes. “Stop keeping all this shit in, ma. I don’t want to hear anything about the business being stressful enough. Making sure your mental is straight is worth more than anything else. What good is all that material shit, if you, my world, aren't happy,” he rasped, holding your chin, and pecking soft, plump lips. 

“You come to me baby, whenever you need me. I'll always make time. I need to know where your head is at, okay? You don’t have to pretend. Not with the world, and for damn sure not me. It’s okay to not be okay.”

You playfully smacked your lips at his last sentence. “Uh-uh, don't use my words against me. You know I tell you that every time business is weighing heavily on you.” Rio laughed as you jokingly rolled your eyes and sniffled away any residual tears.

Rio smirked, “You so damn cute when you fake mad, mama.” His hand cupped your cheek, stern eyes bore into your own. “I'm serious, sweetheart. Tell me when shit gets too heavy. Daddy ain't always around to read you and know what’s really good. Understood?” 

You nodded, feeling a flicker of hope. “Thank you, Papa. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I pray you never have to find out, at least not for a long, long time, baby. You know I got you.”

You pecked his cheek, trying to wiggle out of his hold. His hands dug deeper as his face nuzzled into the side of your neck. Rio’s lips ghosted your flesh.

“Mm-mm. Where you goin’, mama,” he questioned as he trailed light kisses over the sensitive area.

You felt him smirk at the shiver that rolled over your body. “Somebody gotta feed our football team of children. I hear your stomach growling too, Christopher.”

His lips sucked and nibbled at your weak spot. “You right, ma. I am hungry,” he whispered, hands trailing lower. When they found their destination, he bit his lip at the sound of your breath hitching. Rio cupped you between your thighs. “This is what I’m trying to eat though.”

You felt yourself sinking back against him, bucking your hips a bit as his hand slipped under the waistband of your panties, digits sliding through your slickness.

“Rio, I need-.”

“Some stress relief,” he responded, slipping a finger inside and biting your neck. His tongue slid across to soothe the harshness of his teeth. "I'm aware that stress won't put you back together, mama. Just want to love you in every way possible."

Something that sounded like both a sigh and a moan left your lips. "It most certainly wouldn't make things worse. Love me in any way you see fit, Papa," you finished with a whimper.

Your head pressed against his shoulder as Rio lazily pumped his fingers in and out. He increased the speed little by little. Just as you hurtled toward release the front door swung open, forcing the two of you to jerk apart, and straighten your shorts.

Heavy footsteps hurriedly undress in the mud room, and you hear the voices of your eldest son and one of his little brothers. The two of you couldn’t help the amusement that crossed your faces as each child stumbled into the room.

“Mommy! We’re hungry,” they all said in unison. Each child rambled off a food of their own choice.

“Aye! Chill out. Mommy’s had a long day. She’s exhausted and most importantly not your chef.” Rio looked at Marcus and your eldest daughter. You two use my card and order pizza. Don’t go crazy or it’s coming out of your ass or allowance. I’m taking your mother upstairs. Where she can take a nice bubble bath and relax. 

I’m sure the oldest two are smart enough to know what that’s code for—yep! They both just shuddered, bless their hearts.

You know what kind of pizza we like. Unless the house is on fire or someone is breaking in. Don’t come banging on the door for attention. Marcus and little mama, hold down the fort. Luca and Ravi are staying with Nana tonight. Why she couldn’t take all y’all knuckleheads? Nan’s be blocking.”

Your hand collided with the back of your husband's head. “Christopher!”

He chuckled, “I’m kidding, ma, damn.”

You rolled your eyes as his arms wrapped around your waist. “Let’s get you upstairs and comfortable, mama. Then I want you to tell me everything that’s been going through that pretty little head of yours,” he finished, pecking your cheek.

With Rio’s arms around you and his words of comfort washing over you, the heaviness didn’t feel as unbearable. For the first time in a long while, you felt like you could breathe a little easier, knowing you had someone who truly understood and cared for you. With Rio by your side, you knew you’d find your way through the darkness.

Well, my lovely babies, how are y'all feeling this one👀? Reblogs and comments are always greatly appreciated🧡.

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[yoonavii]

Love confession

Pairing: sanji x F! reader One shot

word count: 1k

Description: Y/n confesses her feelings to sanji

A/n: Requests are open!!

Late at night on the Thousand Sunny, you find yourself seeking solace in the company of your crewmate Robin. The two of you have always had a special bond, with Robin taking on the role of a caring and wise older sister figure in your life. Tonight, as you sit together in a cozy corner of the ship, you decide to open up to her about a pressing matter. 

 “Robin, can I talk to you about something?” you asked  “It's been on my mind for a while now.” Robin smiled “Y/n...You know you can always confide in me.” She says to you softly “What's troubling you?”

“Well, it's about Sanji. I'm well aware of how he flirts with and chases after women all the time. But the thing is... I can't help it. I've developed feelings for him. It's confusing, and I don't know what to do.” Robin lets out a lighthearted giggle as she then holds onto your arm  “Oh y/n, that's quite adorable. It seems Cupid has paid you a visit, hasn't he?”

The sudden feeling of warmth rushed to your cheeks as she spoke “Yeah, I suppose so. But I can't help feeling silly about it, considering how he behaves around other women.” She hums “although that may be true, there's nothing wrong with your feelings. Love and attraction can be complex and unpredictable. Sanji's flirtatious nature doesn't diminish the sincerity of your emotions.” her hand slides down yours and holds them “what i think you should do is to Talk to Sanji about how you feel, and see where it leads. You never know what might happen.”

Feeling reassured by Robin’s advice, you leave the conversation with newfound determination. The moonlight dances on the ship’s deck, as if mirroring the spark of hope within your heart. You’re ready to face your feelings and embark on a journey of honesty and vulnerability, trusting that the winds of fate will guide you toward the destination of love.

Moments later, you find Sanji in the kitchen, diligently preparing a delectable dessert for the entire crew. Your heart races with nervous anticipation, but you gather your courage and approach him with a request.  “Sanji, can we talk for a moment?” Sanji turns to

look at you with a smile as he then stopped his cooking progress. “Of course, my dear. Anything for you. Let's have a seat at the table.”  As you both then settle down, facing each other, you take a deep breath, ready to pour your heart out to him  “Sanji, there's something I've been wanting to tell you... It's not easy for me to say, but... I've developed feelings for you. Despite your flirtatious nature, I find myself drawn to your kindness, your cooking, and everything that makes you who you are. Sanji listens attentively, his eyes fixed on yours as you bare your heart to him. There's a gentle warmth in his gaze, and his hands reach out, encompassing both of yours.

 “Y/n…” he says softly, voice smooth like silk “I've noticed how your smile brightens even the darkest days, how your laughter fills the air with joy. From the moment we met, you've captured my heart in a way no one else has. Your kindness, your spirit... they've bewitched me. His words resonate deeply within you, making your heart practically skip a beat. 

“I've spent so much time searching for the perfect ingredients to create exquisite dishes, hoping to bring happiness to others. But now, with you by my side, I realize that the most important ingredient was always missing—love.” His silky voice carries a genuine sincerity that sends shivers down your spine. You feel a surge of warmth coursing through your veins as you realize the depth of his feelings. He likes you, and wants to be with you. With a radiant smile, Sanji gently pulls you into his embrace. It feels like the start of a beautiful chapter in your lives, one filled with shared dreams, unyielding passion, and a love that will endure even the fiercest storms. As you and Sanji continue to bask in the euphoria of your newfound love, a sudden interruption shatters the moment. Zoro, with his usual lack of spatial awareness, stumbles into the kitchen, catching sight of the intimate scene before him.

Zoro raises a brow “Uh...am I interrupting something?”

Sanji's expression darkens, a mix of annoyance and protectiveness washing over him. He quickly releases you from his embrace and steps forward, ready to engage in a heated argument with Zoro. “Damn it, swordsman!” He growled, clutching his fist “Can't you see we were having a private moment here? Learn to knock!”  He shrugs nonchalantly, not caring as usual. “I thought I smelled a cooking disaster. Didn't expect it to be a romantic one.

You couldn't help but laugh. Their exchanges were always entertaining to You.” Oh Zoro, I swear you have the worst timing!” Your laughter fills the air, diffusing the tension between the two feuding crewmates. “Hmph! Well, I'll leave you lovebirds to your mushy moments. Just remember, keep the sappiness away from my swords.”

Sanji frowns, crossing his arms “Tch! Mind your own business, mosshead!”

As Zoro exits the kitchen, the lingering traces of the argument dissipate, replaced by shared amusement and an even stronger bond between you and Sanji. You find solace in the fact that even in the most unexpected situations, laughter and love prevail. “Don’t worry about him. What we should worry about though, is the whip cream on the deserts. It’s starting to melt quite a bit” looking over at the deserts, Sanji adjusts his sleeves and quickly goes over to pick them up  “you’re right. Do you mind assisting me with it my love?” 

“Why of course.” 

With lovely smiles, you and Sanji leave the kitchen with the desserts, the echoes of the laughter you both share, mingling with the promises of a future filled with love, passion, and the indomitable spirit of the Straw Hat Pirates.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for finally telling the truth?

I (26 M) work as the editor of a local paper. The owner (40 M) is basically useless and also has a bit of a short temper, so I have to both run everything and try to meditate between him and the rest of the staff. I'm also being paid just enough to get by but, you know, we're struggling. I'm willing to do what I can to keep us afloat.

A few weeks ago, my best friend (27 M) tried pitching a story to our boss that he and his twin sister (27 F) wrote together. However, it was fiction and the owner wasn't happy about that-- he ripped up my friend's notebook and even fired him, despite my best efforts. I was able to gather up the remains of my friend's notebook and returned them to him, and asked about the story, since I saw the first few lines and thought it looked promising.

They told me the story, and it was amazing. It was written as if they were journal entries by a famous astronomer (27 M) claiming to have discovered life on the moon-- pretty fantastical stuff, but if you didn't know the truth it would honestly seem believable. They wanted me to sneak the story into the paper but I was hesitant. Not only would I be lying to hundreds of people, but I'd be the one taking a risk here-- my best friend was already fired, and he and his sister have a secondary source of income, while the paper is pretty much all I have. They convinced me to print it anyway, saying that the astronomer is literally on the other side of the world and the paper could fold at any minute anyway, so I did it.

The story exploded-- everyone believed it, and we sold more copies of that issue than we had the whole of the previous year. The owner was initially furious, but once he realized how much money this would make him he was suddenly fine with it. He even hired my best friend back, since he had future "journal entries" already written.

Then things started going downhill. I found out my best friend was given a raise, and I wasn't, even though I was working just as much if not more than before. I brought this up to my boss, and he said that I had betrayed him by printing the story, and that he can't reward someone he can't trust-- but it was only because of me that we printed the story that lead to him reaping the rewards!

To make things worse, I never even get to talk to my friend and his sister outside of matters relating to getting the next article printed. There are so many people who want to meet and talk with them, they've even became close friends with this very rich and influential local figure (27 F) and while I'm happy for them, I wish they would at least make a bit of time for me.

Last night things came to a head. My friend's sister and I were preparing the next article, and I left the room for a few minutes. When I came back, the astronomer we were lying about was there, unconscious. Apparently he came all the way across the world to demand an explanation, and my friend's sister panicked and knocked him out. If that wasn't bad enough, she then decided we needed to bring him to MY apartment until she figures out what to do next. He's in my spare bedroom right now.

This has all gotten so out of control. I never asked to get wrapped up in something like this, I was just trying to help my friends and save our jobs. Now so many people are believing a bunch of lies that we attributed to a man I just helped assault and kidnap! And through everything, everyone else seems to be doing better while I just keep doing worse-- I feel like I've been used and left behind.

This is where I'm wondering if I'm the asshole or not. After the first article was published, I was approached by someone who works for our main competitor, and he offered me money to expose the story as a hoax, a lot of money. I turned him down at the time, but after last night, I contacted him and said I was willing to prove it was fake if he was still willing to pay. He'll be here soon, and I'm going to tell him everything.

I know that this would be terrible for the reputations of my friend and his sister, and the paper I work for will definitely go under. But I'm tired of lying to people, and I feel guilty for that and everything we've done to the astronomer; we'll have damaged his reputation as well, not to mention how he quite possibly has a brain injury now. And, frankly, I'm tired of putting in all this effort and getting nothing in return. The truth will come out eventually, would it really be so bad if it came out just a little sooner and I could have a bit of financial stability because of it?

So, am I the asshole?

[reixtsu]

Ichigo no Ai - Strawberry Love - 苺の愛

Author-kun's notes: Never in my life have I imagined anyone asking me a Fukuzawa x female reader. This is an interesting idea! I shall indulge. I hope you enjoy!

Btw, I'm sorry but this will not contain NSFW. I tried to write a few drafts, but it's so hard for me to write Fukuzawa NSFW. I hope you understand apologies again. *Bows*

Btw, I caught you, simp *Points*

Character: Fukuzawa (Our respected god in Bungo Stray Dogs)

Genre: Romance

Warnings: None 🙂

It was a beautiful spring day. The birds chirped happily outside as they fluttered in the breeze. The atmosphere at the Armed Detective Agency was unusually calm. The sun cast a warm glow over the office, and everyone seemed to be in good spirits. You, however, were slightly preoccupied with your favorite fruit—strawberries. You had always adored their vibrant color and sweet taste, and you couldn't help but crave them almost every day.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice Fukuzawa approaching you until he cleared his throat gently. Startled, you looked up to find his kind eyes fixed upon you. "Is everything all right, Y/n?" he asked, his voice calm and soothing. He looked at you with his head slightly tilted.

Blushing slightly, you nodded and managed a small smile, looking up from the pile of papers from your desk. "Yes, Fukuzawa-san, everything's fine. I was just thinking about strawberries."

"Strawberries?" Fukuzawa repeated, his expression softening with genuine interest. "Ah, they are delightful fruits indeed. May I ask why you were pondering them?"

You felt a slight flutter in your chest at his attention. "Well, I absolutely love strawberries. The way they taste, their color... they're simply enchanting to me."

Fukuzawa's eyes crinkled slightly at the corners as he smiled warmly. "I can understand that. There is something captivating about their simplicity and elegance."

You nodded enthusiastically, feeling a connection forming between you. "Exactly! And it's not just the taste. It's the memories associated with them too. They've always been a source of comfort for me."

Fukuzawa listened attentively, his presence calming and supportive. "Food can indeed hold powerful memories and emotions. It's wonderful that strawberries bring you such joy."

A moment of silence passed between you before Fukuzawa spoke again, his voice gentle. "Would you like to accompany me to a nearby strawberry farm this weekend, Y/n? They have a beautiful selection, and I believe it would be a delightful experience for both of us."

Your heart skipped a beat, and a surge of excitement coursed through your veins. "I would love that, Fukuzawa-san! It sounds perfect." You said with enthusiasm.

Fukuzawa's smile deepened, and he extended his arm toward you, looking at you with care that came deep from his core. "Then it's settled. We shall embark on a strawberry adventure together."

Blushing profusely but unable to contain your happiness, you placed your hand in his and felt a warmth spread throughout your entire being. In that moment, you knew that this trip would be the start of something beautiful—a bond nurtured by the love for strawberries, and perhaps, something even deeper between you and Fukuzawa.

Headcannons: 

You and Fukuzawa established establish a tradition of visiting a strawberry farm ever spring.

He enjoys seeing how your face would brighten up at the sight of strawberries. He thinks it's cute, but would never admit it.

When he has the time (which he makes an effort to), he will surprise you with a romantic and intimate picnic in the best nature places in Yokohama. He would present you a basket filled with ripe fresh strawberries or however you like them! It's his way of showing you he loves you even though he's a busy and well respected man.

Over time, strawberries become a symbol of love and happiness in your relationship. Fukuzawa often surprises you with strawberries, using them to express his affection and to remind you of the special moments you've shared.

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@peytonsan

[eeldritchblast]

How do Cassius and Wyll get along, especially since they're both warlocks in a similar-ish situation? What's Wyll's fate in Cassius's playthrough?

Aaaaahhhhh they are so. Complicated. Because they are mostly opposites, but the similarities they do share cross at the worst axis, is the best way to describe them.

At first, they have assumptions about each other based on both being warlocks; Cassius expects Wyll to be like him (happily part of a devil's pact for personal gain), and Wyll expects Cassius to be like him (stuck in a terrible debt for the greater good). This doesn't last very long though, because of course Cassius shows his true colours to Wyll, and then Mizora appears and treats Wyll like he's a dog, which shows Cassius how extremely different her approach is compared to his own patron. (Typhon plays a very different game; if I had to compare him to an existing fictional character, I'd compare him to NBC's version of Hannibal Lecter.)

However, their lack of understanding each other remains the definitive feature in their relationship, especially when it comes to the fact that Wyll is so good-aligned, whereas Cassius does whatever benefits him with little regard for others, (those he's close to being the only exception,) including evil. And unlike Karlach, who believes Cassius is a better person deep down than he really is, Wyll is fully capable of seeing Cassius as a bad guy. I don't think they'd stay together if it wasn't for the necessity of their situation. But since they are together, they both figure they might as well treat each other with respect, in the very least. So it's not like they're openly hostile; they just don't see eye-to-eye. Wyll doesn't trust Cassius at all, and Cassius finds Wyll's selflessness to be annoying.

Cassius is in full support of Wyll finding a way out of his pact, because he values personal freedom above all else, and seeing Wyll have that at a limited capacity is enough that he doesn't think Wyll's pact is worth the power. In Cassius's mind, Wyll could do better, to put it plainly. So, he helps Wyll get out of Mizora's retinue. He doesn't originally plan on saving Duke Ravengard, because he doesn't have any personal motivation to do so, but seeing Wyll mourn the loss of his father unlocks a rare glimmer of sympathy for someone else in Cassius. It makes him think about how he was forced to abandon his own father and escape the Underdark. So, this is one of the rare times he does a good thing without personal gain, to make Wyll happy. I don't think he'd do it for just anyone; I think it speaks of how, despite their differences, the respect they have for each other by this time has grown to become authentic.

After the defeat of the Netherbrain, Wyll and Karlach both depart for Avernus. I think this also comes as a relief to Cassius, because he'd rather not have to fight Wyll after everything they've been through, and considering he and Astarion are on an evil path to gain control of Baldur's Gate, it just may have come to that under different circumstances.

[fallenrocket]

I love, love, love the way episode 4 is structured to bring us to that heart-to-heart between Ed and Stede. I'd been predicting that the crew’s reaction to Ed being alive would have to be dealt with first, and it is. This is important, because they've been through a lot of shit and that needs to be acknowledged and respected. I'm glad that Stede, despite yeeting himself off the Red Flag to get back to Ed, accepts the crew’s vote to banish him.

But honestly, it's good for Stede and Ed too, as much as it hurts in the moment. Headbutt aside, if it wasn't for the crew's decision here, I don't know if these two would've dealt with their issues. Yes, Ed has a lot of anger and pain, and Stede has been scared and wrestling with some complicated feelings. But after Ed's gorgeous vision of Stede as a mermaid, after Stede's monumental relief when Ed wakes up, I could see both of them being so happy and lovestruck that they just fall back into things together. Ed doesn't open up about his feelings, Stede doesn't explain where his head was at the end of season 1, and all that junk stays hidden, building and waiting to come out at a later, worse time.

Banishing Ed, on the other hand, brings the conflict back to the fore. Even though Stede obviously didn't want to do it, that's not how Ed takes it. To him, this is a further betrayal. Now, the Stede standing in front of him is in stark vision with his vision: “You’re no fucking mermaid,” he sneers, much to Stede's (delightful!) confusion.

Bringing them into contact with Anne and Mary is the next smart move on the show's part. There's plenty to be said about comparing and contrasting the two couples: superficially, there's the fearsome one who's more sensitive than they let on and the "artsy" one who's more capable of damage than people might expect. And of course, there's the "cautionary tale" aspect, Mary holding their feet (all but literally) to the fire as she scoffs at their teenage-boy romance and insists that this is what a real adult relationship looks like.

But more than that, Anne and Mary are there to stir the pot, to lob grenades into the boys' drama and force the issue. Ed and Stede are now back in the same room, which thrills Stede and upsets Ed (my god, he can hardly even look at him for a long stretch of the episode.) Anne and Mary probe into their past, prompting Stede to share fond memories and Ed to bring up painful ones. Anne oh-so-accidentally lets slip about Stede having gone back to Mary, which brings Ed to both his boiling point and his breaking point.

And then, they pretty much have to talk. This is how we get Ed being vulnerable, admitting that he was “all in” that night on the docks and feels like an idiot for having trusted Stede. It's how we get Stede explaining what was going through his mind that night and why he, returned to Barbados, however briefly. It's how Stede acknowledges the hurt he caused Ed while at the same time pointing out that he’s forgiven Ed for things too, and it's how he gets Ed to hear his lovely little “I love everything about you” speech.

Given everything that’s gone down between these two, the show does an excellent job of making their journey over the course of episode 4 feel earned. By the time Stede offers to approach the crew about letting Ed stay one more night, and Ed softly agrees that he'd like that, I can fully buy it. And without the crew banishing Ed or Anne/Mary stirring shit up, I'm not sure it could have worked as organically.

[alicent-boleyn]

the wedding

Word count: 893 words

SUMMARY: Berenice convinces Rhaena to listen to her heart, 168 AC.

Despite being the same age as Rhaena, Berenice has found that they do not share much in the way of, well, anything. Sure, they may both be faithful worshippers of the Seven, but there was something of a flavor of dogmatic vehemence in Rhaena's piety that Berenice wanted to hold at a firm distance. She could not say what trait of hers similarly repelled Rhaena, only that their shared upbringing and cloistering in the Maidenvault did not have the effect of bringing them closer.

They were let out on certain occasions, mostly to attend court functions and services at the sept, and today, they were allowed to attend Daeron's wedding to Princess Myriah Martell. No one could deny they were pleased at the prospect. Daena was particularly excited for the occasion, as it meant several successive days out of the same four walls they've been trapped behind for nearly a decade. Of course, they had to sit through hours and hours of sermons at the ceremony, but even Blessed Baelor the Beloved could not stop the feasting and dancing and jousting that accompanied a royal wedding.

Berenice felt the music twirl around her, like clouds of smoke, Dornish guitars and flutes and hurdy-gurdies coming together to make sounds that were joyful, if not totally pleasant. Even Princess Naerys, still weak from the birth of her daughter Daenerys, swayed in her seat to the happy rhythm. She was glad to see her cousin enjoying her son's wedding, since the rest of life had been treating her so ill. She usually dressed in pale, nearly white clothes, but today, she wore red and black and gold, gold, gold. Her clothes almost overpowered her; the woman faded into the background, while the dress, beaded and embroidered and trimmed to excess, seemed to act on its own. Half dead already, it seemed fit that Naerys occupied her clothes like a ghost in a keep.

Strong wine flowed freely, and though she drank only half her glass, it was more than she had had in a very long time. The sound and the alcohol and her own discomfort with crowds made her leave the Great Hall for the gardens. (Since when did she hate crowds? She was never like this before Baelor.)The garden was lit sparsely, Berenice made her way by the light of a few lanterns and the nearly-full moon. Approaching the old weirwood, she saw Rhaena sitting at its roots.

“Cousin!” She said, mindful of her volume. The gods of the weirwood were not her gods, but nonetheless she knew better than to disregard them completely.

“Berenice,” Rhaena replied. “What brings you here?”

“The same as what brought you here, I'll reckon.” She sat beside her. Out of the folds of her skirt, Rhaena produced an orange and began to peel it. Watching the leaves dance in front of the moon, they shared the slices. Berenice felt a little bad, not having anything to provide for their little feast. Rhaena did not try to make conversation, and so neither did Berenice. When they finished, they sat silent for a moment, and Berenice grabbed her cousin's sticky hand and held it.

Rhaena opened her mouth, “Do y-”

“Wh-” Berenice started. They had both tried to speak at the same time. Berenice nodded and let the other woman go first.

“Do you ever think, sometimes, that being a princess is more trouble than it's worth?” She was barely above a whisper.

“Yes, much more than sometimes. Do you remember when I came to court?” Rhaena nodded in agreement. “I know I was terribly disagreeable that first year, sullen, cross with everyone and everything. But I had not been raised to be the niece of a king, or cousin or what have you. I was raised to be a holy Sister, I cannot wear the mantle of Princess with any comfort.”

At this, Rhaena's brow furrowed. “How do you do it then? How do you keep going when you find your position so… untenable?”

Berenice flicked her gaze to the sky, then back to her cousin. “Because I know I have a way out. I remember Rhaella, daughter of Rhaena, and Maegelle, daughter of Jaehaerys, and Celia, the Mother at the house which raised me and the mother of my heart.” Just a hint of hope dawned on Rhaena's face. This seems to have been the right thing to say.

“For a long time now, I have felt a… a certain something in my heart, a longing only satisfied when I enter the Sept, and breath in the incense, and feel the pages of the Seven-Pointed Star whisper between my fingers.” Rhaena sighed, “I… I know what the gods are telling me, but I don't know that I have the strength to answer their call.”

Berenice squeezed her cousin's hand. “Baelor will support you in this, you know he will, and besides, becoming a Septa doesn't mean you have to leave us quite so soon, not until after your permanent vows. The only difference between following your soul's desire now and following it later is the amount of heartache in between.”

A lull fell between them as they contemplated each other's words. The two women turned to the stars, letting the echo of the music inside be washed away by the wind and the rustling leaves and their heartbeats.

[ulircursed]

a hesitant kiss, arranged marriage au for you 

"And now you may kiss the bride!"

Neither of them move. She knows he feels the same way she does about this entire ordeal. She knows he feels exactly the same about her as she does about him. They've never liked each other. But this union isn't about them. It's for Chalphy. It's for Yngvi. It's for Grannvale.

There's a cough in the audience and Ethlyn turns in the hours, minutes, seconds that it's been that neither of them have moved to kiss the other to see her father trying to gesture with his eyes only to urge her to get on with it.

She turns back to Andrei. Has he moved slightly closer? It's hard to tell. Her toes wiggle inside of her shoes as she struggles to figure out exactly what to do. He's the one who should initiate. If she leans in first, someone might think she is actually enjoying this.

another kiss prompt (accepting!)

"And now you may kiss the bride!"

They'd both known this had been coming for nearly all their lives.

Countless childhood arguments forcibly broken up by the warning that they will spend a future together had morphed into a fuming, mutual disdain as the date of their inevitable marriage approached. It is clear as day that they were not, and will never be, a good fit. That the marriage would not be a happy one. But it did not matter.

'Blood begets blood', as the saying went. Even if it is from another crusader, taking a spouse who is confirmed to have minor blood would, theoretically, result in a higher chance that their future children could be born with major blood.

House Chalphy does not need this, with Lord Sigurd poised to take the mantle as heir.

House Yngvi does, and desperately.

Someone clears their throat, and Andrei realizes that he had not moved. And why shouldn't he? After the disappearance of Lady Sister Brigid (lost at sea, dead, if everyone would just voice it, just accept it), everything he'd ever done had been to try and fill her position, even though the blood that runs through his veins itself dictates that he could never aspire to her heights. To have a child with major blood is one of the only things he could do, if the fates would just smile upon them.

You are merely righting your previous wrongs, false heir.

(And why would his own feelings matter, if this is the case?)

Mechanically, he moves forward, landing a chaste peck with tightened lips upon hers. This will not be the end, but just the same, he knows he will do whatever needs to be done.

For Yngvi.

[avastyetwats]

I can't thank you enough for all that you've done for me (ed to izzy)

The silence had been comfortable. It was the early hours of the morning, still several minutes before the full sunrise, and Izzy had come out onto the deck first. Fang, another early riser, was already out, readying himself to go catch some fish and bring back to Roach for breakfast. Early mornings were the best time to catch fish, after all, though Izzy was a little surprised to see him alone. Lately Ed had been accompanying him, learning all he could about catching fish and even catching some himself. Small ones, mostly, but the other day e did manage to catch a much larger fish and Izzy remembers how excited and proud he was when he climbed back onto The Revenge and showed off his best catch yet. The First Mate was smiling in the back, proud of Edward and glad to see him so happy about something so... different. Something so simple and mundane compared to the things they've done during their life of piracy together.

And that's what consumed Izzy's thoughts currently as he leaned against the railing of the ship, watching Fang row himself further out to sea. The man waves at him and Izzy smirks, returning the wave in kind before he lets out a heavy sigh and drops his hand, wishing he had a bottle of rum in the other, but it was too fuckin' early for that. He was trying to drink less. Trying to rely on that shit less, though it helped numb a lot of his pain. Both physically and emotionally. Hell, he could use some right now thinking about Ed and their life together. All the shit they've been through, all the shit they've put each other through, especially recently. Though, things had calmed down since and they were trying to find their way back. But it wasn't easy. Nothing in life ever was, though.

He'd been so consumed in his thoughts and the calming view of the horizon in front of him that he didn't hear anyone approach him until he heard Edward's voice, snapping Izzy from his thoughts. But it's his words that surprised the First Mate. They came out of nowhere and he hadn't even started with a good morning or anything of the sort. No. He just... thanked him for all that Izzy had done for him. He didn't expect that, especially with how tense things between them had been lately. He isn't sure what he wants to say in response because they'd never been much for the emotional and sentimental conversations. Sure they've had their deeply intimate moments, but not for a while. They hadn't even talked about all the shit that happened since Stede Bonnet came into their lives.

So, Izzy stands up straight and stretches his neck out a bit, wishing more than ever that he had a bottle of alcohol in his hand. "Was surprised to see Fang out there alone." He doesn't mean to ignore his Captain's words. He just... wasn't sure what to say to that. Not just because they hadn't really talked about everything, but because of the guilt that still ate at Izzy. All the things he had done for Edward? What about the things he had done to him? If not for Izzy, the crew wouldn't have been put in danger, nearly killed. If not for him, Lucius would've never been thrown overboard. If not for him, the others would have never been stranded. If not for him, Edward wouldn't have almost died... yes, he's been told it wasn't his fault and that he didn't deserve losing his leg and nearly dying, but fuck, he still felt guilty for it all. He felt angry and hurt and sick and guilty. He hated what became of them. Fuckin' hated it. "'s beautiful, isn't it?" A pause. "Sunrise." It wasn't the first sunrise they've watched together.

[jade-mythriil]

The Angel of Dimensions

Jade Mythriil was a Lorekeeper. But he was different from the other Lorekeepers. He wasn't a fragment of the Mithel_Celestia's soul like the other Lorekeepers. He was a spawn - the only spawn - of the Mithel_Celestia, born from the union between him and a mortal from the origin realm; this happened before the Lorekeepers was even formed.

Back before the Lorekeepers and the Other-realms existed, there was the first realm - the Origin Realm. During the time of the origin realm, the Mithel_Celestia was very proud of his creation. They wanted to be among their creations and so started mingling with the inhabitants of the realm and the inhabitants were very happy with his presence.

One day they took a liking to one of the mortal inhabitants of the realm and she took a liking to him too. Their love eventually spawned Jade. He was not a Lorekeeper back then; He wasn't even an Aethereal. He was a mortal inhabitant living with his mother and they had a happy life together. But the paradise did not last.

The Void was angry. It wanted revenge for Time encroaching on its domain and brought its wrath to the guardian of the realm, the Mithel_Celestia. It pierced through the veil separating the realm from the all-consuming Void and started consuming everything. This was the first time the Void ever attacked a realms and it almost wiped all of creation.

In order to preserve it, the Mithel_Celestia could only do one thing: They needed to use an Aetheral Artifact, the Reality Helix, to preserve all of creation before the Void could consume it all. But to do that, the Origin Realm had to be wiped clean of both the Voidcs corruption and its inhabitants.

The Mithel_Celestia had no choice but to erase everything including his only love in order to preserve creation and it was the hardest decision they've ever made.

After the Reality Helix absorbed all records of creation, the Origin Realm ceased to exist and the Void was once again thrown back to its domain.

Nothing remained of the Origin Realm. Except for one. It was the only remnant that survived the cleansing; the lost soul of his only spawn, Jade.

Feeling obligated to not only take care his only spawn but also all of creation, the Mithel_Celestia split his soul and assigned them the task of remaking all of creation but splitting them into different realms so that the Void would not destroy it all again. The Lorekeepers had been formed and the creation of the Other-realms had commenced.

Eons passed and the lost soul had finally developed into a proper Aethereal with no memory of his past. He was given the name Jade Mythriil and given the task of protecting the realms from the Void. Everything went smoothly until one of the realms Jade had been watching had an unexpected breach. He tried to contain it but every time he did, another breach would pop in. Eventually the realm became overwhelmed by the void. The Lorekeeper's Protocol dictated the realm be wiped clean and start over to prevent the Void from consuming the realm, but somehow the mortal side of Jade didn't want to let go of it.

Just as he thought everything was lost, a fellow Lorekeeper approached him. It was Omen, the personal apprentice of the Mithel_Celestia. They saw his plight and knew of a way to prevent the void from destroying the realm.

The only way to save it was to use the Reality Helix. It contained records of every realm created by each Lorekeeper down to the exact moment in time. If Jade could use the Helix to restore the realm back to a point in time before the Void had breached it, he could oreserve the realm and get another chance at protecting it.

Jade knew where the Artifact was held but it was kept away somewhere secluded to prevent the Void from finding it. It would only be used in special cases where wiping a realm isn't an option. But Jade was desperate.

He lead Omen to the helix, hoping Omen would help Jade use it. When the Helix was in Jade's grasp, he got ready to use.

But Omen had other plans. Using powers that Jade had not known a Lorekeeper to wield, Omen had thrown Jade aside and pinned him under a black mass. Omen revealed his intentions to be evil as he wanted to use the Helix to destroy the protective veil surrounding the Other-realms and allow the void to consume all of reality as revenge for the Mithel_Celestia casting him aside and betraying him.

Jade struggled to get out of the black mass and stop Omen, but as Omen was about to destroy the veil, a power inside Jade awoke and a bright light enveloped the room.

Jade grabbed hold of the Helix from Omen's clutches and use his soul to fragment the Helix into pieces and scatter them throughout the realms. Once the light receded, Omen had already escaped. But Jade was too weak after he fragmented his soul to prevent Omen from getting his hands on Reality Helix.

On the verge of disappearing, Jade laid back and allowed his essence to dissipate throughout the Other-realms. But before he disappeared completely, the Mithel_Celestia appeared before him. Having pity for his only spawn, the Mithel_Celestia transferred a large portion of his power to Jade and gathered what little was left of the Reality Helix to merge it with Jade's soul.

Jade was slowly regaining his form, but the Mithel_Celestia had one last act to do. With the Reality Helix fragmented, each of the realms are protected from the Void. But the Arcane Archives where the Lorekeepers reside was now unprotected from an attack from the Void.

To keep the Archive's safe, the Mithel_Celestia spent the last of his power creating a new veil before his soul fell dormant.

With guilt of not only losing the Reality Helix but also the loss of the Mithel_Celestia weighing on him, Jade must now find a way to collect his fragmented souls and find the lost fragments of the Reality Helix before Omen could use it to destroy the realms.

[somanypetals]

#i i'm like i'm short circuiting#the way - when they both carry so much pain and trauma with them; where they deal with death and the worst of people every day;#when they've lost so much; lost each other more than once -#one of the most pervasive themes in their story; woven throughout it from the very beginning is happiness#wanting to give whatever happiness they can to others -#comforting families and getting justice for victims and jane's gifts and pranks and lisbon's supportive leadership and understanding -#wanting to be happy themselves; and maybe most importantly wanting the other to be happy#like just off the top of my head (and i'm so tempted to go right back and rewatch and actually write down every one) there's so much of it#and it makes me crazy because of how it's expressed on both sides#lisbon doesn't SAY it much - most of the 'i want you to be happy' kind of lines are jane's - but she SHOWS it#from the day they met and she helped him up off the floor she's there in support of him;#her quiet comfort when he's low; her eye rolls and indulging grins when he's pulling a silly trick on the team;#her soft smiles in the background when someone genuinely thanks him and he doesn't know what to do#with the pain she has in her past; in growing up; with the tough skin she's wrapped herself in to get through what she has#she appreciates the quieter moments; the moments where her big bombastic partner lets down his guard and#stops putting on so much of a show and she can see the joy he can still find in the little things even with all the darkness he carries#it's jane that has the big loud moments - the confessions and the spoken words - where he states outright (and repeatedly)#how much he wants her to be happy; how important it is to him and that makes so much sense because that's who he is#(not always of course but more often than not and that's how he presents himself)#he's dramatic and he's bold and his grief is the same; this giant unavoidable yoke that's never going to completely fall off his shoulders#and idk there's just something so beautiful to me about this man with the more obvious burden of pain being so doggedly - and vocally -#committed to the happiness of this woman who tries to hide her pain and shies away from comfort more than she's able to accept it#and that through everything they've been together the ways both of them approach happiness and each other have also come together#where he can say something like this and not only can she be happy for him but she can know just how much of that is because of her#'for the first time in YOU know how long' and she does#they just make me crazy

hey what the fuck chels

“he's dramatic and he's bold and his grief is the same; this giant unavoidable yoke that's never going to completely fall off his shoulders”

“committed to the happiness of this woman who tries to hide her pain and shies away from comfort more than she's able to accept it“

HEY WHAT THE FUCK CHELS?????????

going unbelievably insane over this

[spookyrus-writes-sometimes]

Amphibia was incredible.

I wasn't going to give it a chance at first. The premise was silly to me, and the few season 1 episodes I caught now and then didn't do anything for me. But I heard talk and saw fan art, saw that so many people loved these characters dearly, and that pushed me to see the show through. And I am so glad that I did.

The story of Anne, Sasha, and Marcy's relationship is so real and so near and dear to my heart. The tragedy of their imperfect love for each other is beautiful, and that alone made me fall in love with this show. That all three would do anything for each other, whether it's make terrible mistakes or change for the better, is the true love that I so desperately long to experience. They're cartoon characters, but they're written so real. They're so, so important to me.

Of course there are things that I would have done differently, and things that I wish could have been explored more. I feel that a number of the slice of life episodes drag, especially in season 1, and it hurts the show's pacing. I vehemently loathe season 3's aversion to addressing Sasha and Marcy until it's their time to show up for the plot. I feel that Darcy was severely underutilized. I wish we could have seen more of Sasha and Marcy's calamity powers. I wish we had seen more of Andrias's relationship with Leif and Barrel. I really don't like that the day was saved by a plot device only introduced in the final episode.

And I never, EVER would have written an ending as tragic as the one we got. I'm afraid of unhappy endings, of leaving things unresolved or on an unidealistic note. Of course we all wish that the worlds hadn't been cut off. It hurts to know that Anne will never get to see Sprig and Polly grow up, that Grime will never get to see just how far Sasha has come, that Marcy will never get to have the familial relationship with Olivia and Yunan that they deserved. It's especially hard to know that even after everything they've been through together, Anne, Sasha, and Marcy still drifted apart. It's so, so hard to say goodbye. So hard to accept that not everything gets a perfect, happy ending, wrapped up in a neat little bow. That sometimes things change, not always for the better, and all you can do is remember and move on.

It's not a perfect ending. But in a lot of ways, I feel it's the perfect ending for Amphibia.

Amphibia is not and was never an escapist fantasy. It's clearly a story very personal to its creator, one that aims to share some of the hard truths he's learned in his life. Amphibia is a story about love and loss and how those things change you, how you improve and become stronger for those you love, and what you'll give for them. But it doesn't try to convince us that love can conquer anything, because it can't. Sometimes, no matter how hard it is, you have to say goodbye. I think that's a really important lesson, not just for the audience, but for the characters.

Anne will never forget Sprig, Polly, and Hop Pop, and they'll never forget her. They changed each other for the better, and their lives are better for it, even if they can't be together anymore. Maybe Anne, Sasha, and Marcy didn't get to be together forever, maybe life led them in different directions, but their love for each other still made them better people. And maybe it's enough to know that despite everything, no matter how far apart they are, their love will always find each other.

And if that isn't enough, well, we'll always have fan fiction.

I know that my passion for this show will fade, just like it did for all the shows before it. But I will never forget the feelings Amphibia made me feel, and I truly believe that Reunion, (especially) True Colors, and The Hardest Thing will go down as some of my all-time favorite episodes of television. I know that the story of Amphibia is one that will change my approach to storytelling, and hopefully me as a person, for the better.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, to both Matt Braly and the crew and all the fan creators who got me invested, for Anne, Sasha, and Marcy. And to Sprig, Polly, Hop Pop, Grime, Olivia, Yunan, and Andrias, goodbye, and thank you for all the awesome adventures.

[countrymusiclover]

Part 5 - Fate's Miracle

Gif not mine. Belongs to respectful owner

Part 6

Danny can hardly get the words to leave his mouth and I can hardly breath when I hear them. "Y/n, I'm so sorry. Rafe is - Rafe is dead."

I've been sobbing for who knows how many hours in Evelyn's house. Danny drove me over here so much parents wouldn't wonder why I was crying so much. Clutching my knees to my chest Evelyn hands me something to wipe my nose with Danny leaning in the doorway of her bathroom. "Danny, I think you should go. It's probably not helping that she sees his best friend-" Eve tries to make him leave but I shoot my head up calling him back into the room. "Danny, stay please!" Danny stands back where he was holding in tears himself, trying to keep it together for me. "Do you need anything Y/n?" Lifting my head up I blinked trying to clear my vision that blurs together. "Tell me about your childhood with him..." I croaked out my throat dry from sobbing constantly. Throughout the rest of the night Danny told me about him and Rafe. Everything they did together. How he treated Danny like his brother. It still hurts to think the last time I was ever in his arms or kissed him was on my front porch months ago.

As of today it will have been three months since Rafe's last letter, since he was presumed dead. Finishing putting my hair into a braid I sniffed clutching Rafe's first note in my pocket. Evelyn and Danny thought it would be good for all of us to go for dinner and drinks tonight. As a way to get me out of my house for the night I suppose. My parents had to go to a Army base to deal with Japan sending messages to the US. Since they're not around I haven't left the house at all. Hiding under the blankets on my bed trying to imagine him not being gone. Evelyn and Danny walk together with me on his other side entering the bar. Everyone of the pilots, nurses and people who sleep on Pearl Harbor ships are here tonight. I clutch my jacket in my left hand remembering Rafe and I dancing on the rooftop. Danny clearly takes notice gently grabbing my forearm leading me through the crowd to get a drink from the bar. "Danny I don't think I can do this - maybe I should just go back home for tonight."

Danny shakes his head sliding me a shot glass picking up his own. "Y/n, I know it's hard but let's have a shot together...for Rafe." I slowly nodded tipping the shot back at the same time as him. I try not to gag at how strong the bartender was making them tonight. Hours later I'm still sitting at the bat sipping from a new shot of alcohol watching Evelyn and Danny party all night. The pair have gotten close since Rafe was gone, Evelyn learned to enjoy Rafe's company even though I think she slightly had a crush on him. If he hadn't fallen for me I bet money he would've gone for her. Danny twirled Evelyn around on the dancefloor and they both mirror the same huge smile. Evelyn rushed to my house the night after she visited him late at the base and she nearly squealed that they had slept together. Glancing at my watch I see it's almost ten at night. With my parents gone for two more days I'm in charge of his unit until he comes back. He called it as like my training for when he retired.

I don't bother telling the pair bye seeing as they are having too much fun together. And Danny deserves to be happy considering he lost his best friend who he considered like his own brother. Driving Danny's car back to my place I knew that Evelyn's house wasn't far from the bar, which is probably where her and Danny would head after all the drinks they've had. Parking in the driveway I nearly hit another car that's in front of me. Who the hell's car is in the driveway. Holding my head I feel it get jolted around hitting the breaks harshly so I don't slam into it. "Y/n, shit are you alright?" A man's voice called out to me. Footsteps approach my car but it takes me a few seconds to recognize the stranger. Rubbing my eyes to clear my vision to stare into brown eyes I'd recognize anywhere. Eyes that I fell in love with, eyes that can only belong to one person...Rafe.

"Y/n, Y/n can you hear me. Look at me, what hurts?" Rafe cups my face in his hands searching to see if I'm injured but he won't find any injuries on the outside. I expected tears to already be falling but there's nothing. My hands slowly run up his arms to rest against his face trying to determine if this is all a dream or maybe even a nightmare. A nightmare to think I'll never get to be around him ever again. "God tell me I ain't dreaming of you, Rafe McCawley..." Rafe's figment of my imagination leans down capturing my lips with his. I gasped sharply feeling my brain finally processing that I'm not losing it. "Ra - Rafe..." I released out in tears seeing him break the kiss smiling down at me. His right hand brushes hair from my eyes releasing a teared chuckle with a huge grin. "You're not dreaming baby. I told you I'd come back....I made you a promise and I'll never break it again." He rests his forehead against mine as I clutch the fabric of his jacket, my breathing becoming labored mixing with his. Something in my brain snapped as I climbed out of the car grabbing his arm pulling him inside my family's house and to my room with a smirk on my lips.

Spinning around to face him I crashed my lips onto his and he kisses back feeling me pull him up against me by his shirt. My arms wrapped around his neck deepening it until I broke it pulling his jacket off and he pulled mine off to. His eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation. "Have you ever done this before, Y/n?" I shake my head no sucking a thick lump in my throat playing with the hair at the base of his neck. "I'm your first in everything aren't I, baby?" Rafe smirks brightly leaning forward and kissing me slowly so I ease into him. "You already know my dad didn't want me dating anyone silly. So of course your my first...is that a bad thing?" I blushed looking down to the floor until he lifts my chin up so I looked into his eyes again.

"There's nothing wrong with that. You're the love of my life so I'm thrilled to be yours all together." He slowly pulled my shirt over my head along with his own. And it's not too long after we're kissing again and I fall back onto the bed. "Y/n, look at me. Tell me if you want me to stop..." His breathing has picked up with him hovering above me. Resting a hand to his face I pulled him down to kiss me again. "Never Rafe. Never stop or leave me alone again...I love you." He responded with a kiss running one hand through my hair. "I'll never leave without you by my side. I love you so much."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[lalaangeldust]

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [ 𝟑𝐤+ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ]

[ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ] : gross sticky icky fluff // friends to lovers troupe <3 // hanta is a huge dork, we all been knew this // hanta is also sickeningly sweet and affectionate // GOD, I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH

[ 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ] : on a clear night, you go out to stargaze on the dorm roof; nothing out of the norm for you but in the middle of admiring the stars, sero comes out to join with something big he needs to get off his chest.

[ 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 ] : you - blue // sero - orange

[ 𝗺𝘆𝗸𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ] : i'm totally not projecting my fantasies onto sero and i'm totally not a sucker for friends to lovers fics :| /s

Sitting on the cool concrete of the dorm roof, the night illuminated by nothing but the streetlights below you and the stars above as you lay in silence with your legs propped against the roof's ledge. You've always thought the best part of UA was how it was out of the way so the stars are clearer than they were back in the city. Although graduation is soon and end of year exams are menacingly looming over you, you couldn't resist the urge to come out and soak up the full moon's gorgeous light. Nights like these, alone on a clear night, soft music playing through your headphones, scanning the vast sky, connecting the dots as your eyes wander to make constellations of your own are arguably one of your most favorite things in life.

The only thing that could possibly make this better is... him.

Eyes trailing to the brightest star you can find and admiring how it sticks out from everything else in your vision, your mind uncontrollably wanders to Sero. How that star kinda reminds you of him...

Ugh! what a ridiculous thing to think! Damn him for always finding a way to worm into your thoughts. Your hands fly to your forehead with a smack, outwardly groaning as you drag your fingers down your face in an attempt to shake off your thoughts. You've been friends with him for nearly three years! You would think you'd be over your petty crush on him by now. You two are practically siblings with how you two are almost always attached at the hip, always causing trouble together, always there when the other needed it, always making you feel safe... It would be weird to have feelings for him... right..?

But before you could rationalize your emotions any further, a hand reaches for your headphones, lifting one side off your ear as you hear a soft voice murmur behind you, “The moon’s beautiful tonight, isn't it?”

You practically jump out of your skin, immediately shooting up to take a defensive position. Although you can’t make out the silhouette you’re now facing, the all too familiar laughter that comes from them is more than enough to give away who this false intruder could be and you sigh in relief.

“Sero! You scared me half to death!!” you exclaim, relaxing your shoulders at seeing his familiar frame emerge through the dim light.

Tall and lean with a smile that could nearly rival the sun, the boy chuckles at you. His long pitch black hair he's been growing out for the past year cascading down the sides of his face, just barely brushing past his shoulders framing his face in a way that makes his dashing features stand out even more. Sero approaches you wearing a loose muscle tank top with his hands tucked in ill fitting sweats and a pair of black stud earrings he stole from you in his ears.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Sero chuckled, "I didn't mean to scare you so bad, doll". You send him a deep glare through the darkness and he throws his hands up out of his pockets to either side of his head in defense.

"...Maybe you shouldn't sit out here with music blasting in your ears,” Sero snarks back, “I could’ve been a villain,” he continues mockingly, “Not to mention that horrible stance you took. I don't think you’d fair very well against a villain while sitting down,” he teases with a wide grin smeared on his face. You scoff and roll your eyes in response.

“Are you only here to tell me how much of a hazard I am? Or do you want anything else, tape face?” you grumble.

“Oh, you wound me!” Sero exclaims dramatically, “I was simply wondering what my lil’ muffin was up to,” he muses, the dimples on his cheeks becoming visible as his grin only stretches wider as he speaks.

“Oh god, muffin!?!? ew!” you groan, “What the hell, I thought we agreed on no more stupid pet names,” you say with a giggle while scrunching up your nose.

“I didn't think it was stupid,” Sero huffs as he plops himself down next to you and wrinkles his nose back at you, “Muffin is a valid nickname. You just have no taste,” he concludes with a short nod, still smiling like an idiot.

You just roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at him before tilting your head up to go back to looking at the stars. Sero chuckles softly, staring at you for a moment while admiring you as you look at the sky with a softened smile on his face.

“Why you up so late?” he inquired.

“I could ask you the same thing, Sero,” you reply while throwing your head back down to look at him.

“Mmm, well, I was sleeping but… I suddenly woke up and couldn't go back to sleep,” he grunts as he adjusts himself into a more comfortable sitting position next to you.

You hum in acknowledgment before you look back up to the stars in the sky and Sero is left to admire you once again. How your eyes glimmer with the stars as the full moon softly illuminates your frame is a breathtaking view he would never tire of. The look on your face when you gaze at the sky, the look of pure adoration and awe is a look he hopes, prays, dreams you’ll give him one day.

“What’re you thinking, hun?” he softly asks, hoping you’d give him just the slightest glimpse of what goes on in your head. You pause for a moment, taking in his question and wondering how to answer it.

“Just thinking. Thinking thoughts. Nothing notable or important, I can assure you. Just enjoying the clear night,” you say, swerving his question to avoid the real answer. him.

“Ah, that was a rather vague answer,” he jests, mildly disappointed that you didn't let him in and you only hum in response.

“What about you?” you ask, “What made you wanna come up here?”

“Oh, well..” he begins but is held back by a lump that suddenly lodges in his throat, not really wanting to fully admit why he came up here with you.

In reality he hadn't slept at all. He’s embarrassed to admit it but he couldn't stop thinking of you all night, all day in fact. You just about consume his every thought and tonight, no matter what he did, he just couldn’t shake the thought of being with you.

After being so close with you for years now, people often assume the two of you are dating but the idea is almost always dismissed by a shy laugh and an averted gaze... Sero would be lying if he ever said he didn't relish the idea of being in a romantic relationship with you but... You never seemed all that interested in the idea and Sero was too scared to push the idea you may like him even half as much as he likes you. Never going farther than light hearted flirting and banter, some may call him a coward maybe but to him? Being your friend was enough. Well, that was until Mina and Kiri gave him a harsh wake up call earlier that morning.

They were scolding him on how painfully obvious it is how both you and Sero are nearly head over heels for one another, how they've spent the past year pining for one another, yet the both of you have stayed so blind to the fact you have feelings for each other. Absolutely dumbfounded by this, he asks what he should do about it, about you, to which they immediately and overwhelmingly demand him to confess his feelings for you. That is the real reason he came to find you.

“When I was trying to go back to sleep, I thought about something someone said… about taking chances,” he spoke in a soft and thoughtful tone, “Taking that blind leap of faith into the unknown things we’re afraid of because... what’s the worst that can happen…?” he pauses, rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly realizing how silly he probably sounds as he looks at you, “I dunno- sounds kinda dumb now that I say it out loud,” he says dismissively.

“No, no. I don't think it sounds dumb at all. I think it’s very insightful” you say, ushering him to continue by resting your head on your palm as you look at him intently to show your interest.

“Well, uh,” butterflies swarm to his chest as he tries to find the words to speak, finding it much harder to talk when he knows he has your full attention.

“Well, it led me to think about you 'cus I know that's something you talk about a lot as well… and I figured since it's a full moon tonight, you'd be up here,” he concludes. His gaze nervously shifting to his feet, averting his eyes from you to try and calm the fluttering nerves in his chest.

“I’m glad you did,” you hum, a low warmth growing in your chest from knowing he thought about you, “I enjoy your company,” you add thoughtfully. Though you probably just meant it in a friendly way, it didn’t change how much it meant to Sero to know you like having him around.

“I’m happy to hear that,” Sero chuckles nervously, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he slightly scooches closer to you. You take notice and you subtly tilt to the side, leaning in his direction not yet touching shoulders but leaving an opening to do so if he wanted.

“I uh- I also wanted to tell you something- In regards to what I was thinking about…” Sero mumbles nervously, hoping you didn’t catch what he said so he would have an excuse to not go through with his confession. Pretend like nothing happened and move on to just enjoy the simple friendship you two share.

“Oh?” You inquire, “What do you want to tell me? I’m all ears,” Sero fiddles with his thumbs, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before he speaks as you patiently wait for him.

"I- uh, I love you," he blurts, head swimming as he looks at you, eager and insatiably nervous to hear how you may respond, horrified you may not reciprocate his feelings and ultimately ruining what relationship you two did have.

"I love you too, Sero," you giggle.

Sero's heart drops, confidence dwindling as he assumes you thought he said "I love you" in the way you two always have. Just as friends. But he didn't. He meant it. He meant it in so many more ways he couldn't even begin to describe. He didn't expect you to reciprocate his feelings in the first place but that doesn't make him hurt any less.

"No, you don't understand," Sero sighs as he runs his hands through his long, thick hair, "I'm in love with you," You turn you head to him, Did he-? eyes widening at what Sero said, unsure if what you heard was a wishful hallucination or not. When you said "I love you" back, you genuinely meant it in the same way he does now. God, you've been in love with him for what seems like the first moment you two met but you would've never guessed Sero felt the same for you.

You sit in silence for a beat trying processes what Sero had just said to you. Your friend, your closest friend, is in love with you..? Something you've dreamt of becoming a reality. You start to get dizzy from the overwhelming euphoria and anxiety the realization simultaneously brings. You look at Sero, placing your hand on his to ground yourself as you look up at him, a warm smile spreading on your face.

"I love you too, Hanta," you say earnestly. Sero's heart leaps in his chest at your words. Not only did the person of his dreams reciprocate his feelings but they also addressed him by his first name?! He might as well be dreaming. Hearing his name fall off your lips like warm honey for the first time sends him flying through cloud nine.

"Y-you mean it??" Sero stutters, still unable to believe it. You give him a heartfelt smile as you squeeze his hand before standing up. You wordlessly walk around Sero and crouch behind him.

Utterly confused and growing increasingly flustered at your sudden close proximity, Sero opens his mouth to ask what you could possibly be doing but you shush him before he can say a word. Leaning against him, you ask permission to grab his hand and Hanta lets you guide his finger to the brightest star in the sky, hyperaware of every subtle shift, adjustment and breath you take behind him, clinging onto every passing moment.

"You see that star? The really really bright one right there and how it's brighter than the others?" you ask.

"Yeah... why.?" he questions, eager to hear what you have to say.

"Forgive me if this is too cheesy but it sorta reminds me of you," you say softly.

"Wh- I don't think a follow," Hanta replies and you give a short, breathy chuckle in response.

"Out of all the stars in the sky, you stick out to me to most. You're the brightest star," you murmur close to him, guiding his hand back down and you make your way to sit next to him. Hanta takes a moment to process what you said. Him? A star? He doesn't understand how you view him in such a way when there isn't much special about him in the first place... but he tries not to pay any mind to those thoughts as his eyes are glued to you sitting back down beside him.

"Pff, that was super cheesy," he snorts.

"Shut up, I'm trying my best," you grumble, "And... that's what I was really thinking about before you came," Hanta looks at you in awe, nothing but love and kindness filling his eyes as he gingerly grabs your hand, lifting it up level to his face.

"It's aright, doll, I was only teasing.. I think it's cute and~," he hums before placing a soft kiss on your knuckle, "I'm ok with cheesy," he concludes with a wink. Heat blooms on your cheeks at his action and you throw your head to the side, covering your mouth and cheek with your other hand in embarrassment. Hanta chuckles, just about ready to burst at how adorable you are and gets a sudden burst of confidence coursing through him from seeing your flustered form.

"Aw, don't get shy on me now, love," he coos, tugging your arm to usher you to look back at him. You look at him with a flustered scowl and Hanta isn't sure if you did it to intimidate him or what but all it did was make his heart scream for you more. His hand slides to your forearm and his other hand goes to grab your other arm, pulling it away from your face.

"Here, come here, baby," he murmurs, pulling your arms to guide you to his lap. You give little resistance as you follow Hanta's hands, shifting around to make yourself comfortable against him as you settle between his thighs. As soon as you got comfortable, Hanta's arms find their home around your waist, hugging you close and breathing you in. You sigh contently as your back rests against his strong chest, never feeling safer than you do right now in his arms.

"It's ok if I call you baby now, right..?" Hanta asks, not wanting to be too much at one time.

"Well, it would be if we were dating," you tease with a raised brow.

"Wha-?" Hanta looks at you confused for a moment before he realizes, "Oh! How could I forget," he chuckles softly, cupping your face in his large palm, guiding your face too look at him, his dark eyes practically engulfing you in his loving gaze.

"Would you care to be my partner..?" he purrs, voice dipping to a soft and low tone that sends goosebumps down your spine.

"W-well, when you put it like that how can I say no?" you mumble, not being able to help the heat rising up your neck, painting your cheeks pink once again from how small you feel under Hanta's enchanting gaze.

"So... is that a yes..?" Hanta inquires, hand still placed tenderly on our cheek. You nod your head against his palm, fingers caressing up and down his forearm as he holds you.

"Mhm, I would love nothing more," you reply in a soft and tender tone. Hanta melts at your words, feeling on top the world and like he can do anything. An uncontrollable smile erupts on his face, charming dimples ornamenting his cheeks as he hugs you tight to his body not wanting to ever let go.

You shuffle in his arms to turn yourself around in his lap. Now facing him, you tuck your face into the crook of Hanta's neck, wrapping your arms and legs snuggly around his torso. Hanta holds you equally as close, affectionately running his fingers up and down your back in complete bliss with you snuggling up to him.

"Can I kiss you..?" Hanta asks, voice just barely above a whisper. You lift your head up to look him in his deep eyes and you cup his face in your hand. Hanta leans into your touch, grabbing your hand on his face and guides it down just enough to plant a chaste kiss to the edge of your palm. You sigh and softly smile, nodding at the boy's question.

"Please kiss me," you murmur, leaning closer into his body. Hanta places his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you and a colliding your lips together. Though it was clumsy at first, you quickly adapt and your lips lock together like puzzle pieces. Tenderly, Hanta pulls away from you and rests his forehead against yours. The kiss you shared was short and sweet but still left the both of you breathless and yearning for more.

"May I kiss you again?" Hanta questions playfully and you giggle in response while nodding your head against him. He leans in, smiling against you as you mash lips with together, the both of you sighing into the other's mouth. This kiss a lot more confident than the last as Hanta takes the lead to explore every bit of you he can, taking note of every noise, movement and reaction you give. This time you pull away, surfacing for air from Hanta's intense hold on you.

"I can kiss you again, right?" Hanta asks again.

"How many more kisses do you want??" you giggle.

"That is a dangerous question to ask, my love," Hanta purrs into you, his breath ghosting your neck as he nuzzles his face underneath your jaw and lays a soft peck where his face lies, "I'd take all of them," he says, scanning your face for any discomfort but once he sees you're ok with him continuing, he lays another peck on your neck.

You laugh at the ticklish feeling, lacing your fingers through his dark hair as he continues showering you with short kisses.

"Let me know if I'm being too much, yeah?" kiss on your neck, "I don't wanna be too much," another kiss on the neck, "or overwhelm you," kiss on your jaw, "'cus that would be sad," kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"Hanta!" you squeal through giggles.

"I'm sorry, hun" kiss on your cheekbone, "I just can't resist," kiss on your cheek, "you have no idea," kiss on the chin, "just how long," kiss on the nose, "I've wanted," kiss on the eyelid "to do this," kiss on the brow, "And now," kiss on the temple, "I can't," kiss on the forehead, "Stop,"

Erupting with giggles, you desperately try to squirm away as Hanta continues to relentlessly shower you with kisses.

"No, no, no! Hanta!" you cry through your laughter, "No more!"

Giving you one last peck on the lips before pulling away, Hanta finally gives into your pleas and stops his assault of kisses. He presses his forehead against yours as you calm down from your laughing fit, pulling some giggles from Hanta as well because of your contagious laugh.

"I love you," you sigh once you've finally calmed down. Hanta hums in response, placing his hand on the back of your head, letting his fingers lace through your hair.

"I love you too," he says, heart feeling full and beaming with joy.

Forever and always~

𝒇𝒊𝒏 . ✩

[ lil easter egg of sorts for those of you who don't know~ in Japanese when you ask someone "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" or

『月が綺麗ですね』 // "tsuki ga kirei desu, ne?"

it's actually a very poetic way to confess your love to the person you're asking ]

[ I think it's literally so fucking cute 'cus i myself am deeply in love w/ the moon :) ]

[ if this were a thing in English and someone confessed to me this way, i would immediately demand for their hand in marriage >:| ]

[ god, japanese culture is so cool, i love it sm ]

ALSO- CAN WE NORMALISE ASKING SOMEONE OUT BY ASKING THEM TO BE YOUR PARTNER INSTEAD OF BF / GF????

"would you care to be my partner?" UHBIJNIJAHHHH LITERALLY SO ROMANTIC AND GENUINE HOLY SHIT- i'm making myself simp

RAAAHHHHHHH

[let-them-read-fics]

Blackpink Reaction To Their S/O Struggling W/ Drug Addiction

Warnings / Misc. -- ⚠️ Sensitive Topic ⚠️, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! This request covers a sensitive topic that I haven't been personally exposed to, but I hope that I do it justice. I did my best to handle it with care and be as realistic as possible. Let me know what you think!

PS -- I didn't specifically name any substances or describe them in too much detail; I wanted to leave you room to picture whatever you had in mind, especially if you happen to be struggling irl.

👩 Also, I wrote this as Fem!Reader because nothing was specified. I hope that's alright, anon! Thank you for your patience :)

♡ Happy Reading ♡

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Jisoo

Discovered it after a few weeks of dating

She's amazing at reading people, so she had sensed that you were struggling with something; she just didn't know what. 

She wanted to wait for you to tell her about whatever it was, but one fateful day she witnessed something that explained it all. 

It wasn't meant to happen; she wasn't meant to see you like this. But, as fate would have it, Jisoo stumbled across something she never saw coming. 

Her footsteps grow louder as she walks her way through the house, peeking her head into various rooms in search of you. The two of you invited some of your mutual friends over, and they've all been curious as to where you slipped away to earlier.

"Baby, are you in here? Everyone's wonder--" 

The sound of the latch clicking out of place makes your heart drop and sets you into motion. Before you have enough time to fully react, though, Jisoo opens the bathroom door to find you sitting on the ground, attempting to shove a foreign substance into a plastic baggy. 

Your hands make quick work of moving it out of view and sitting up on your knees, but she picks up on what's going on. Her eyes land on the material as you shift it behind your body, looking up at her with wide eyes. 

"Jisoo--" Tears are already beginning to work their way into your eyes, slightly blurring your vision. Too many people have walked out on you after witnessing this, and the thought that she might go too is overwhelming. 

She keeps her tone level as she steps into the room and quietly shuts the door behind herself. "Y/N, please explain yourself." 

"I-I'm sorry Jisoo, I should've told you sooner." You shakily say, bringing a hand up to swipe away the few tears that've already leaked out. It's not usually like you to get so emotional so quickly, but seeing the pained look on her face is reason enough. 

"Come here," she utters, plopping down next to you and pulling you up against her body as she leans back on the side of the tub. Her fingers rub soothing circles on your back while you rest your head on her shoulder, lightly dampening the material of her shirt with your tears. "I'm not mad at you for this, but I need you to tell me about it. I want to help you, my love. I can't watch you hurt yourself like this." 

"Okay. Just promise you won't go," you softly say, the syllables of your words breaking here and there from the raw emotion you feel. 

"I'm not going anywhere, Y/N." She presses a light kiss to your temple for reassurance, and her heart breaks when she feels your hands grip at her clothes out of habit. How many times have people told you that and still left you in your time of need? She cradles you in her arms, realizing just how fragile you are in your current state, and tells you to take your time. 

With a steadying breath, you begin to explain your struggles. 

Road To Recovery

Constant check-ins

"Hey honey, we're at the studio now. Are you taking care of yourself for me?"

Helps you deal with the symptoms of withdrawal when they hit

Focuses on distraction and redirection as ways to help you cope

If you're at a party and feel tempted after seeing someone use, she leads you away to distract you from the urge

Helps you find safe alternatives 

Celebrates the little victories

"Yes, Y/N, 4 and a half weeks clean is plenty reason to celebrate. Now mark it on the calendar and get over here so I can put this hat on you." 

Playdates at your local dog café to keep your mind occupied (and bringing Dalgomie so he can make new friends, of course)

Takes you indoor skydiving. She wanted to find a way to give you an adrenaline rush while still being able to participate with you, so that was a happy medium. She battled her fear of heights to do that with you.

Not letting you lose hope if you relapse

"You're not a burden, and I'm not letting you give up on yourself. Not after all the progress you've made. I believe in you." 

Accompanying you to rehab and recovery meetings, if you want her to

Bringing you your favorite snacks and candies when she picks you up

"I got you a little something," she smiles, leaning over the center console of the car to kiss your cheek. "You deserve a treat, baby." 

Whenever you decide to tell everyone about your struggles and recovery journey, she's right next to you for support 

Spends all the time she can with you

Early on, she would get really worried when you missed her calls or took a while to respond, but eventually she got over her fears to some degree

Still checks up on you when she's away for work

"Sorry for missing your call, Chu. Dalgom tried to kill me when I was giving him a bath and I couldn't get to the phone in time." 

Overall, just a very proud girlfriend who sticks by you no matter what

After You've Recovered

Annual "recovery party" to commemorate your sobriety 

Sometimes you invite the girls and your other friends, and sometimes you prefer to just spend the day at home with Jisoo

"Look at how far you've come, my love. I'm so proud of you."

♡♡♡♡♡

Jennie

She would be the only one who figured it out on her own. She picked up on the signs fairly quickly and always subtly helped steer you away from any potentially tempting situations

If you two watched a movie that happened to have a triggering scene in it, she always noticed how you'd look away and subconsciously tense up a bit

"Hey, babe. This movie's kinda boring; why don't we watch that new Netflix documentary instead?" 

If the two of you were invited to parties that were likely to have a bunch of alcohol and drugs, sometimes she'd try to suggest staying in or doing something else instead

You eventually caught on to her diversion attempts, and sat down with her to have a talk. 

"How long have you known?" You ask, pulling your legs up towards your chest as you sit back against the headboard of your California King. 

"A few weeks," she starts, running a brush through her hair until it's untangled. Her damp locks stick to her shoulders as she approaches you, some strips slightly drier than others. "Were you ever gonna tell me?" She inquires softly, facing you as she sits down beside you on the bed. 

"Of course, Jen. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, I just… I was on my own with it before you. I didn't have anyone to turn to because everyone left once they found out." Your confession makes her chest ache -- it's a physical, honest pain that she feels as she imagines you battling such an unforgiving foe with no one in your corner. She places a warm hand on your thigh to comfort you, knowing just how much her touch helps when you're upset. "Hey, it's okay. There's no point in worrying about that now. I know it's hard to open up, babe, so thank you for doing this. I'm here to listen, alright?"

"Thank you, Jennie. I don't know what I'd do without you." 

"You'll never have to know, either, because I'm staying right here." 

"I love you," you whisper, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips. 

"I love you, too," she sighs against you, preparing herself for the emotional night you're about to have. For now, she takes a moment to just pull you into her arms and rest her forehead against yours, finding comfort in your steady heartbeat. 

"We'll start whenever you're ready." 

Road To Recovery

Makes various arrangements to ensure that the media won't know of your struggles

Keeps things on lock, especially if you decide to remain private on the matter and not tell the world

If you make a public statement about it, she still does everything she can to keep you protected from the negativity. She knows first hand how tough it can be to deal with, so she never lets you face it alone

You both help each other work through things

"You're my rock, Y/N/N." 

"And you're my world, Jen."

Takes care of you during bouts of withdrawal 

Sings to you to calm you down and help you relax

Takes you to theme parks and rides all the big coasters with you so you can get a similar high that you did from the drugs. She gets to be clingy with you and spend the day having fun, so she doesn't mind it, and you enjoy it just the same.

Suggests fun activities for you to do together 

"We should visit that pottery place tomorrow! I've heard a lot of good things about it." 

You stick close together when you're in public, especially when paparazzi are near

Your presence helps with her anxiety, and you hold her close and tell jokes to keep her attention off of it

Random surprise celebrations waiting for you when you get home

"Hey Jen, I'm home." You announce, shrugging your coat off before hanging it up on the metal rack next to the front door. 

"In here," she calls from the kitchen, effectively pulling you in with that sweet voice of hers. When you reach the doorway and peek in, a dumbstruck smile slowly parts your lips as you see the set up she constructed. 

"Happy 3 Weeks" a multicolored banner reads, displaying the phrase above your dining room table where Jennie sits. "Surprise, honey," she says softly, glancing down at the cake she made for you as she scoots it closer. You approach the table and examine it, practically feeling your heart grow 10 sizes from the love you hold for your girlfriend. 

"Is this why you left practice early?" 

"Mhm," she nods, kissing your cheek before she reaches into a small gift bag next to her chair. "I'm so proud of you," she grins, sliding a thin, glittery headband into your hair. It has two springs attached to the top that bounce in every direction possible, surely making you look like a dork. 

"God, I love you." 

"You'd better keep that same energy after trying the cake. I think I might've added too much baking soda…"

You shake your head and pull her in, pressing kiss after kiss to her lips until she's grinning just as hard as you. 

Going on adventures with Kuma and Kai

Especially to dog parks and other national parks 

Helps you fill things out for rehab and doesn't let you get too stressed about it

Helps you regain confidence in yourself if you relapse

"This isn't the end, Y/N. You're strong, I know you can beat this."

Is right next to you through it all

After You've Recovered

Go on an annual vacation to get away from everything and celebrate your sobriety. You take the opportunity to escape the media and reconnect with each other

"Where to this year, Y/N? Bora Bora, maybe?"

Intimate celebration between the two of you on vacation, and then the girls throw you a party when you come back

♡♡♡♡♡

Rosé

You were really good at hiding your secret from people -- especially those that you care about most. You're always afraid that once they find out, they'll pack up and leave. 

Rosé was one of the first to actually stay

She had been fairly oblivious to your struggles since you masked that side of yourself well, but one day the two of you attended a little get-together at your old friend's house, and your dirty laundry was aired.

"Bro, come on, let's play Truth or Dare!" One of your old friends says, perking up at the fact that he remembered the game even existed. He's already a little tipsy, but so are some of the others. 

"I don't know, dude," you hesitantly start, missing the way that Rosé curiously raises a brow beside you. 

"Come on, we'll keep it tame." Another person adds from the couch opposite you, their voice low. You recognize her as Cho, a sort of frenemy from your high school years. Something doesn't sit right for you with the hint of mischief that shines in her eyes, but your friends' pleas eventually push the feeling away and you relent. 

"Fine, but if Austin gets dared to do some dumb shit like last time I'm dropping out." 

"Like what?" 

"Like what?" You ask back, disbelief evident in your voice. "Are you forgetting the fact that I had to bail you out after you got arrested for streaking down the neighborhood?" 

"Okay, fair point," Austin holds his hands up in surrender. "Just a few rounds." 

--

As everyone's once boisterous laughter finally dies down into quiet chuckles, you turn to Rosé for a quick kiss. She reciprocates and holds you there for a few more seconds, loving the way your lips feel against her own. As you brush your nose against hers and garner a sweet giggle from her, Cho interrupts the moment with a phrase that makes your blood run cold. 

"So, Rosé, has Y/N told you about the time she got arrested for drug possession? Word on the street is that she still can't shake her old habit..." 

Rosie feels the way you tense up at the question and pull away from her, cringing at the exposure you just received. The room goes silent, enabling a pen to be heard if it were dropped. 

"Hey," Austin goes to defend you, about to yell at her for bringing up such a difficult topic. 

"It's fine, Austin," you say, sticking your hand out in front of him to keep him from approaching her. The last thing you want right now is a screaming match about your struggles. 

Rosie finally speaks up after what feels like an eternity, turning to Cho to say, "No, but that's none of your business. And I strongly advise that you don't speak on her name like that again." She cuts her eyes at the other girl, sending an icy glare at her to show that she's serious before giving her attention to you again. 

When a few tense moments pass with no one really saying anything, Jackson, the host, speaks up. "I think you need to go, Cho." 

"Ah, what a shame. The fun was just starting," she mockingly pouts, stopping next to you on her way out the door. Rosé strokes the back of your hand to soothe you, tracing mindless patterns with her thumb until your shoulders relax and you look into her eyes. With Cho now gone, your friends decide to go out into the backyard and give the two of you some time to clear things up. 

"So, I guess we should talk." You start, pulling your legs up onto the couch to sit criss-cross. She studies the way that you begin to nervously fidget and drop eye contact, and the sight breaks her heart. 

"Your past is your past, Y/N, and I won't ever judge you for it. I wish she wouldn't have brought it up like that -- I really wish she didn't," she says, emphasizing the word to remind you of how upset she is with Cho, "But I can tell that you're still struggling. I want to help you get better, and I'll be here with you every step of the way, babe. You mean the world to me." She smiles sadly, trying not to think of how much it would hurt to lose you. 

"Okay," you breathe out, accepting the honest help that she's extending to you. You've been burned and lied to in the past, but you trust Rosé to stay true to her word and assist you on the hard journey laid out before you. "Let's start from the beginning," you say, preparing yourself to retell your struggles from the moment they began all those years ago. 

Road To Recovery

Takes care of you when withdrawal hits hard

Isn't afraid to take the day off if it's bad enough and she needs to

"Hey, Teddy. Tell everyone that I'll be staying home today, okay? I've already let the girls know, too." 

Reassurance to the max

"You're doing amazing."

Is your shoulder to cry on when times get tough

On a weekend trip, the two of you snuck away to the beach to go cliff diving. It was a thrilling experience, and you'll always remember that day with her

Helps you find healthier alternatives to your addiction that can make the transition easier until you fully recover

"Baby, look at this." She says, repositioning her laptop so that you can see what she's looking at. The two of you are sitting on the bed, and her legs are stretched out over yours. "These herbs are safe to smoke and they can help with a lot of your troubles. These over here," she says, pointing to a section of the screen, "help with stress and anxiety. They make it easier to relax." You nod, logging the information in your brain as you run a hand over her smooth skin to keep yourself calm. It's a habit that both of you love. "Thank you, Rosie. Nobody's ever done anything like this for me." You say, keeping your head down as you remember all the people that have left you behind in your time of need. 

"You'd do the same for me, and I'm happy to be here for you." She declares, holding one of your hands within both of her own. She cradles it delicately, just like she does your heart. "I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel my love. I'm not going anywhere, babe." She leans in, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. 

Keeps your spirits up if you relapse

"You're not a failure, Y/N/N. This is just a setback, and we're going to get through it together."

One of her friends told her about a fun art class that's supposed to help people in recovery let go of some of their resentment and negative feelings, so she brought it up and you agreed to go

It was structured in two parts:

Part 1: Everyone went out to an old car lot that had various old vehicles, electronics, and other things to smash up. Once you let loose and relieved some of your tension, you collected scraps of the things you destroyed.

Part 2: With the scraps you brought back, you were told to create any type of artwork you wanted -- whatever felt right. Collage, graffiti, scrapbook, etc. At the end of the class, you were informed of the driving message behind it: Though the negative feelings and aversions you dealt with in the past may have left you feeling broken, you never really were -- you've always had the power to piece yourself back together and continue on.

After You've Recovered

Taking a month off work every year to travel and experience new things together. Usually consists of going to another city (or even country) and exploring their art museums and other artistics outlets 

The new experiences help remind you off all the reasons you want to stay sober, and they help her have new material for her songs

Lots of pictures and drawings to remember all of your adventures

Collect trinkets to hang up / display, especially around the holidays

The girls have a special celebration waiting for you when you return

♡♡♡♡♡

Lisa

She could tell something was wrong when your behavior started to change over the course of a couple weeks

She suspected other things, but after finding a substance in your bag while on a vacation trip, she was blind sided by the reality of the situation

"Hey Lis, have you seen my swimsuit?" You casually ask, strolling into your hotel bedroom in search of the item. "I thought I left it--"

Your words catch harshly in your throat, nearly making you choke from how quickly you cut yourself off. She's sitting on the edge of the bed with the baggy in her hands, and tears brim in her eyes. 

"Fuck," you wince, closing your eyes as you put your face in your hands. "You weren't supposed to find out like this."

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asks, staring straight ahead, though her eyes don't focus on anything in particular. Knowing you hurt her is bad enough, but seeing her like this makes the pain even more evident. 

"I was going to, I promise. But I've been trying to wean myself off of it," you begin to explain, slowly walking across the room until you're in front of her. You squat down and put your hands on her thighs, staying quiet until she meets your gaze. "I've tried to quit cold turkey in the past but it didn't go down well. I figured I could handle this on my own and not get you involved."

"Baby, I want to be involved. You've been different lately, and having you shut me out didn't help ease my fears. I want to be a part of this, okay? You can turn to me when you feel alone," she says through the occasional tears that roll down her cheeks, "It's my job to help you and keep you safe. So let me," she crouches down next to you as she says the last part, wrapping her arms around you when she notices your lip tremble. "I'm not gonna let this get between us," she says against your shoulder, reminding you of how strong her love for you is. 

"I'm sorry I waited so long," your words are muffled against her shirt, but she can hear how the emotion in them changes your voice slightly. 

"We have to start somewhere, and this is just as good a time as any. I'm right here, Y/N/N."

Road To Recovery

Sweet texts and reminders throughout the day

"Hey baby, have you eaten today? The girls and I miss you like crazy." 

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"Don't forget about your check-up tomorrow. I already told my manager that I'll be taking the day off, so I'm all yours 😉"

--

"*image attachment* Question: Do you think Lego would look cute in this or do you think Lego would look cute in this? Because he WOULD." 

Stargazing trips to talk about how far you've come

Making treats for the cats together if you have a bad day

Sometimes your withdrawal leaves you with weird cravings, but she never hesitates to race to the store at any hour and snatch up your favorite treats

Learning how to cook together to keep you occupied and give you a hobby (plus she's always wanted to get better at it)

“If you fling that at me, I swear to God I'll--”

"Oops!"

"LISA!" 

Day trips to random parks and open locations to have little photoshoots when she has free days

Once took you bungee jumping for the experience and adrenaline rush

Bringing you into the studio if you're having a hard time and don't want to be alone

Always listens to you and shows how much she cares

Opts out of events if she suspects that drugs will be there to tempt you (considering you're always her plus one)

You still send her to enjoy herself at the events without you sometimes, though it does take a lot to convince her to leave you at home

"Okay, okay! But we're binging that new show when I get back." 

Makes you laugh often and cheers you up when you need it most

She's your sunshine

After You've Recovered

Considering that you're her muse and she's the artist that she is, she hatched a plan early on to document your journey to recovery

"One more, babe. Just like that." She instructs, holding the camera up to her eye one final time. "Perfect." 

"Alright, close your eyes and turn around." She commands while returning to the coffee table that sits in the middle of your living room. Her hands make quick work of putting the finishing touches on her gift for you while you patiently sway and hum to whatever song is stuck in your head at the moment. 

"Annnnnd done!" She shouts, approaching you with a wide smile tugging at her lips as she holds the book out in front of herself. "It's a photo album. I started it the day you told me you wanted to try and get better," she says, smiling softly as she slowly walks you through the beginning pages of the book. "I thought it would be nice to see how far you've come," her eyes remain glued to the pictures she took as she continues flipping, and she fails to realize that you're staring at her now. 

"I'm so in love with you. I can't thank you enough, Lis. This is beautiful." You shake your head in quiet disbelief, genuinely surprised that someone would work so hard on something for you. It shouldn't be a surprise with her though, considering how much she loves you, but it still baffles you sometimes. 

"This gift only shows a fraction of my love for you, but I'm happy you like it. This is nothing, baby; there's so much more where this came from. Thank you for letting me in." She captures your lips in a meaningful kiss, and finds it hard to pull away. You seem to be her drug of choice, but neither of you care to end that sweet addiction.

Annual trips to photoshoots and fashion shows

Being her favorite model (seriously, she could look at you for hours on end)

Always feeling so loved and cherished, no matter what the two of you are doing