#honestly shocked I haven’t seen someone else say this

[4me2knowandyou2wonder]

Look me in the eyes and tell me Gaz doesn’t have two moms. I’ll wait.



[bella-goths-wife]

A moment of peace

Beverly x ballerina reader

Warnings: illusions to disordered eating, mentions of domestic and paternal abuse, smoking, mentions of bowers gang abuse

“Got a light” you ask quietly from behind Beverly as she sat behind the bleachers, unlit cigarette hanging from her mouth

Her tormented face lights up slightly as she pats the space next to her almost excitedly at the idea of spend on time with you.

You liked Beverly, she was probably your only friend and you were hers. She felt comfortable and quiet in the chaos that was your life, so your rare smoke breaks together were like sanctuary for the two of you.

You recognised the abuse in each other, you both had the dead eyed stare that haunted the mirrors you looked in. You were both broken enough that you didn’t mind the chips and cracks within each other because you both knew you couldn’t glue yourself back together. You embraced the rubble that was your connected souls.

“Haven’t seen you in forever” she comments almost bitterly beneath her excited tone while she playfully bumps your shoulder as you sit by her side “lover boys got you locked up or was it a competition this time?”

“Something like that” you say with a lacklustre shrug and a slight sigh

Beverly simply replied by grabbing another cigarette from her carton and placing it between your lips, almost apologetically for asking her question.

You grab her lighter and you watch the dancing flame as you hold it up to her mouth to light her cigarette before lighting your own. Your sleeve falling down to show a fresh bruise on your wrist

“You fall?” Beverly asks with a knowing look as she pulls up your sleeve to cover the bruise from her own prying eyes, granting you your dignity

“Must have knocked it on something” you lie with an uninspired tone, too tired to commit to your deceit fully

“Sure” Beverly says with a sigh as she holds your wrist gently and strokes it while also showing a similar bruise on her own arm, almost to reassure you that you weren’t alone

You both smoke in silence for a few moments, not awkwardly but almost like your silences could speak a hundred words

“I heard that Patrick got with another girl at Mandy’s party this weekend” Beverly says casually, but her eyes portrayed a testing look

“Huh” you say with an uninterested tone as smoke falls out your mouth “poor girl”

“Doesn’t it upset you?” Beverly asks curiously “he is meant to be with you, well sorta I guess”

“Not really, I’m kinda glad it wasn’t me” you say quietly as you smoke

“Why though?” Beverly asks with a searching tone “shouldn’t you be upset with him having sex with someone else”

You shrug half heartedly as you search for the right words, memories of Patrick’s hands creeping into your mind as you suppress a shudder

“I’ve never really been interested in it all” you answer honestly “sex in general just isn’t very interesting to me”

“But you have to at least want it sometimes” Beverly says with a small snort and a roll of her eyes “not with them in particular but just in general”

“Nope” you say with a shake of your head “never have”

“Never?” Beverly says with a bewildered expression

“Never” you confirm with a small chuckle at her shock

“Weirdo” Beverly says playfully as she reaches into her bag and pulls out a sand which before taking a bite “want some?”

“I’m good thanks” you say with a shake of your head, looking away from the food with an uncomfortable look

“Sorry I forgot, perfection means no calories” Beverly says with a playful scoff as she looks over at the ballet shoes that laid in your open bag

“Bev” you say with a scoff as you nudge her “stop”

“I’m just kidding” Beverly reassures as she takes a bite out of her food and you smoke instead

A silence hangs in the air between the two of you as you both try and ignore the painfully obvious truths between your words. About how you don’t consume food and how Beverly consumes enough to get her by before eventually ducking into the bathroom stall. it’s easier than dissecting what you both know to be true, and it’s not what your friendship was built on your mutually destructive paths.

“I went to your ballet performance the other day, the one on Saturday” Beverly admits quietly

“You did?” You say surprised as you turn to look at her fully

“Of course I did” Beverly says with a scoff “you couldn’t stop talking about it and practicing for it, had to see what the fuss was about”

“And?” You ask with a small grin “what did you think? Did I meet your high standards?”

Beverly lets out a small laugh before leaning back on her palms with a grin

“Of course” Beverly says with a smile “you were brilliant as always”

“As always?” You say with slight confusion “you’ve seen me dance before?”

“Duh, I’ve been to like almost all of your shows” she says with an obvious look and a laugh “I always sit in the back near the dance logo”

“I never knew” you say with surprise laced into your tone “why didn’t you tell me?”

“You always invite me” Bev points out with a shrug “I thought you knew”

“Yeah, well… um” your tone becomes unsure as you struggle to find the words to explain that despite inviting people to your shows it was extremely rare for anyone other than belch to turn up “I just thought you wouldn’t go, thought you’d think it was boring”

“Nah, I like it” Beverly says with a chuckle “I like it when you do the… um… what’s it called? The spinning one?”

“Pirouettes” you say with a laugh “you like them?”

“Yeah they look super cool” she says with a smile “but I bet they hurt like hell”

You let out small giggles as you lean your head on her shoulder out of amusement, cigarettes long forgotten as you stub them out

“You have no idea” you say with an amused sigh

There’s another moment of silence as the two of you just enjoy sitting in each others presence, your hair tickling Bev’s neck from where your head rested on her shoulder

“Your a really good dancer” Bev says gently with a small smile

“Thank you Bev” you say quietly with a grin full of genuine joy at your talent being acknowledged

You stay like that for a few moments before noticing the time and sighing.

“I better get going” you say as you get up and gather your things “Henry will be wondering where I am”

Beverly nods silently with a bitter look as she watches you get your stuff and begin to turn away before her hand raced out and gently grips onto your unbruised wrist

“Take care of yourself, okay?” She says with a concerned expression “don’t let them grind you down too much, okay?”

You’re slightly taken aback by the genuine concern so you just nod silently before giving her a reassuring squeeze on her hands and taking off towards the school where you could see Henry waiting with a grim expression.

You sigh internally at the sight, but at least being with Beverly offered you a few moments of peace.

Taking this time to confirm asexual ballerina reader since I’ve had a few requests for an asexual character and I think it fits her best but let me know what you guys think

Also think this could be a ship post or nah?

[kikyoupdates]

Girlfriend-For-Hire ⭑˚🦋⭑ 𝟶𝟺

yandere!ocs x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

Hoping to try something new and earn a bit of money on the side, you join an app that lets people hire you for your dating services. The idea is pretty straightforward — you pose as the client's girlfriend for a brief period of time, and in turn, you receive payment. But you didn't foresee everyone getting so attached to you, and suddenly, they're no longer satisfied with a fabricated relationship.

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Some total stranger is glaring at you as if you’ve just committed mass murder.

For obvious reasons, it’s a bit uncalled for. Here you were, minding your business and enjoying your coffee, and now, you suddenly find yourself in the middle of a messy altercation. 

“Who the fuck is she?” Nadia demands. She basically spits the words, as if the mere act of acknowledging your existence fills her with disgust. 

You’re too taken aback to respond. Callum still refuses to let go of you. In fact, he squeezes you even tighter, lips spreading into a wide grin as he utters his next words. 

“Oh, her?” Callum hums, mischief and delight seeping into his voice. “Nobody, really. Just my new girlfriend.” 

I’m sorry, what?  

Your jaw drops open, but before you can even dispute his claim, Nadia makes her thoughts on the matter abundantly clear. 

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?!” 

She outright screams. It’s loud and shrill, and you involuntarily wince—especially since several people turn their heads to find out what the hell is going on. 

You are both shocked and mortified. Even though you haven’t yet gotten all the details, it’s obvious that Nadia doesn’t like the thought of you dating Callum. But you’re not even actually dating him, so surely once you clear up the misunderstanding, she’ll cool off, right? 

“He doesn’t mean that,” you hurry to protest. “I think he’s just messing with both of us, because—” 

“Was I talking to you, bitch?” Nadia sneers. 

Oh. 

Well, okay, then. 

You visibly deflate. It’s safe to say you weren’t expecting something like this. You’re not the most confrontational person to begin with, and even though you’d like nothing more than to tell her off, her sharp tongue deters you from trying again. 

But thankfully, Callum decides to end your suffering. 

“Whoa, chill, Nadia,” he scoffs, half-chuckling. “It was a joke, for fuck’s sake. She’s just my friend. She was obviously trying to correct you just now, but you didn’t want to hear her out. Goddamn.”

Nadia’s eyes widen, and her face turns red from shame. You hate to admit it, but after how she viciously lashed out at you, her embarrassment is a welcome sight. 

So, it looks like Callum was only joking around. Still, though. 

As far as jokes go, this one was remarkably shitty. 

“We’re seriously just friends,” Callum repeats, and much to your relief, he finally lets go of you. Then, there’s a glint of amusement in his pale eyes. “But why does it even matter? So what if I end up dating someone else? You’re the one who broke up with me. Did you already forget?” 

Holy shit. This situation is just getting more uncomfortable by the second. You honestly want to dig a hole in the ground and hide in it until this is over. 

Also, you now have a pretty good idea as to why Callum hired you.

“I’ve never seen you hang out with her even once in my entire life,” Nadia scowls. “This is why you’re an asshole. We’ve barely been broken up for a few days, and you’ve already found a rebound. It’s fucking disgusting.”

Callum blinks disinterestedly. “Can you chill out already? I already told you we’re just friends. Ask her if you don’t believe me. Besides, do you really think you know every single person I’m friends with? I’m allowed to have my own social life, you know.” 

“Oh, so you’ve been hiding the fact that you’re this close to another girl, even while we were dating? Congratulations, you basically just admitted to cheating on me.” 

You’re convinced that death would be a more merciful punishment than having to sit through the rest of this. 

“Fucking hell,” Callum sighs. He nudges you on the arm. “Hey, can you believe this shit? She’s crazy, am I right? Even though we’re broken up, she’s still acting like she owns my ass.” 

“Eat a dick, Callum,” Nadia spits. 

“But isn’t that your job?” he muses. 

“Ugh!” she screams again. “I can’t fucking stand you!” 

Just like that, she storms off, and honestly? Good riddance. You’re not sure how much more secondhand embarrassment you could have possibly stomached. 

Now that she’s gone, you can finally breathe normally again. But it’s not as if everything is just fine and dandy, and you turn towards Callum with a look of frustration. 

“What happened to only being your friend?” you ask exasperatedly. “I thought we agreed on those terms beforehand.” 

“But I told her right away that I was just joking. And I promised not to tell anyone else we’re dating or anything. I just wanted to see how she would react.” 

You frown. Granted, he didn’t try to deceive her for very long, but the whole thing still makes you feel rather icky. 

Even though you already know the answer to your question, you decide to ask it anyways. 

“So… she’s your ex-girlfriend?” you clarify.

“Yeah, unfortunately.” Callum takes a sip of his coffee, then lets out a heavy sigh. “She’s fucking crazy is what she is. But I figured she would act like that. Even though she’s the one who broke up with me, she still has the nerve to get jealous and possessive. I’m sorry she was so rude to you, though. I wasn’t trying to make you her target. I figured she would only bitch me out.” 

It was definitely off-putting, to say the least, but setting Nadia’s behavior aside for the moment, you need to get to the bottom of this. 

“Am I right in assuming that you deliberately sat outside the store so that she would see us together?” you ask. 

Callum blinks a few times, and after a brief pause, he smiles. 

“I guess you’re not the type who can easily be fooled, huh? Yeah, I’ll own up to it. I know her class schedule, and she always swings by to get coffee at this hour. I was curious to see how she’d act when she saw me with another girl.” 

You had a feeling that might be the case. Which means he used you to try and make his ex-girlfriend jealous. 

You don’t really like the sound of that. 

“Was it a bad breakup?” you ask. “If you’re going out of your way to try and make her feel jealous, I’m guessing it can’t have ended on amicable terms.” 

Callum shrugs. “No worse than all the other times she broke up with me before.” 

“...I’m sorry?” 

“She does this constantly,” he says, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “I don’t know what her problem is, but she always finds something else to bitch about, and she catches me off-guard every single time. The day will be going perfectly fine, then bam—she breaks up with me again. I guess I’m starting to get pretty fed up, so I figured a bit of jealousy would make her rethink her choices.” 

You shift uncomfortably. “Uh… but wouldn’t it be better to just move on? I don’t think trying to make her feel bad is a good use of your time. It sounds exhausting. She clearly doesn’t appreciate you, so maybe you should stop giving her so many second chances.” 

“What do you mean? We’re going to get back together,” he blinks. “I doubt it’ll even take that long. A few weeks at most. I just want her to think twice about it the next time she considers breaking up with me. If she sees me hanging around you a lot, even if we’re just friends, she’ll get insecure and come back to me. She’s probably already worried that you’re going to steal me away from her.” 

“You… want to get back with her?” you gape. “But why? It doesn’t sound like either of you is happy. I realize it’s not really my business, but objectively speaking, I don’t think a relationship where you’re constantly being broken up with is in any way healthy.” 

Callum chuckles. “Don’t worry, I know.” 

“You do?” 

“Mhm. People would call what we have a toxic relationship, right?” 

You nod weakly. It sounds like he has some self-awareness, yet in spite of that, he’s actively embracing this kind of self-destructive behavior. 

Honestly, you’re not sure whether to be appalled or impressed. 

“Some people just end up together, one way or another,” he shrugs. “That’s what me and Nadia are like. We make each other crazy, but we’re still the only right match for one another. You get what I mean?” 

No. Not even a little bit. 

It’s not your place to comment on someone else’s relationship. You know that, despite all the red flags that both of them are clearly giving off. It really, really doesn’t seem like they’re happy, but they’re grown adults, at the end of the day. If they want to be together, it’s their decision to make. 

“Anyways, I just wanted to see how she’d react to hearing I had a new girlfriend, but I promise I won’t make jokes like that anymore,” Callum reassures. “All I want is for you to keep hanging out with me as a friend, so that Nadia finally gets her shit together. I don’t expect you to do anything special. Just spend time with me so that she sees us, and that’s more than enough.” 

“Do you really think she’ll want to get back with you?” you ask unsurely. “Because this might just have the opposite effect. You could end up really pissing her off and pushing her further away. I don’t know if jealousy is ever the right solution.”

“Don’t worry,” he muses. “I know Nadia, which is why I can predict exactly how this will go. All this breaking up has gotten really annoying, so I want her to realize that I’m a catch, and that if she keeps playing games, one day I might just leave her for someone else.” 

As far as you’re concerned, someone who chooses to torment their significant other instead of being compassionate and honest with them is hardly a catch. You suppose that goes for both of them, though. God. Their relationship sounds like an absolute fucking nightmare.

Still, you take a moment to assess your options. It’s true that this situation is wildly uncomfortable, but in terms of the actual job, you won’t be expected to do much. Callum has promised not to lie about you being his girlfriend again (and seriously, one more strike and he’s out), which means all you have to do is hang out with him sometimes. Of course, all of this is being done with the intention of making Nadia jealous, and while she certainly doesn’t seem like the nicest person, it still makes you feel a bit guilty. 

“I’m not sure about this,” you admit. “I’m not going to judge you, because everyone has their own stuff going on, and every relationship is different, but you’d essentially be paying me to try and make someone else feel shitty.” 

“Not shitty,” he corrects. “Jealous.” 

“Jealousy is just another variation of shitty.” 

“But it’s not like I’m doing this for fun,” he insists, even though the shit-eating grin he had earlier would suggest otherwise. “I want to put an end to her bullshit. Maybe she’ll finally mature a bit and start treating me better. It’ll be a wake-up call. So, don’t think of it as making Nadia feel bad, but think of it as helping fix a relationship.”

He smiles brightly, but after the horrible exchange you just witnessed, you have serious doubts that their relationship can ever be fixed. 

As always, your strong sense of morality poses an issue. But maybe it’s like Ava says, and you need to stop worrying about everyone else and just focus on yourself for a change. No matter what advice you try to give him, Callum is determined to get back with Nadia. He’ll do whatever it takes to make it possible, with or without your involvement.

It’s just hanging out as friends. Ultimately, that’s all you’re doing. You’re not going to be cruel to Nadia, or even antagonize her. You’ll just mind your own business and be a good sport. Whatever happens happens. 

Everyone makes a living one way or another, so why should you feel ashamed about how you make yours? 

“Fine,” you concede, and Callum perks up immediately, just short of letting out a cheer. “But like we agreed on before, we’re just hanging out as friends. You’re not allowed to lie to people and tell them I’m your girlfriend. I get that earlier was just a joke, but if it happens again, I’m not going to keep doing this. Alright?” 

“That sounds totally fair,” he agrees. 

“Okay. Then I guess I’m on board. I hope whatever’s going on with you two, it all works out in the end.”

Callum turns away from you.

“Don’t worry,” he mumbles, staring dead-eyed off into space. “I’ll make sure it does.” 

Since Callum already paid for your time today, you spent the rest of it by finishing up your coffee and grabbing a bite to eat. You took your meals to-go and sat down in the grass, enjoying the sunshine. It was kind of fun, you have to admit. Like a little picnic. 

You’re not quite sure what to make of Callum. He deceived you, admittedly, but he’s been pretty transparent from that moment onwards. He said he wasn’t really sure how to breach the topic of making his ex jealous over the app, and figured it would be better explained in person. To some extent, that is true, but you still wish he would have been fully honest from the start. 

But all in all, there’s not much room for confusion. Your job is incredibly simple—you just have to spend time with him every now and then, ideally in places where Nadia can see the two of you together publicly, and you’ll be paid for it. 

Perhaps the twinge of guilt you feel is necessary, because without it, you pretty much are getting paid to do basically nothing.

Well, you can’t really complain. Most people in your position probably wouldn’t either.

“Damn, time to go already?” Callum whines. “That sucks. I was hoping we could hang out some more. But I guess we both have classes now.” 

“It’s not like we won’t be seeing each other again. But yeah, this was fun. Apart from when your ex-girlfriend called me a bitch,” you add.

“Sorry again about that. She’s batshit insane.” 

Thus far, you have yet to hear him say a single positive thing about Nadia, and based on what you saw, she didn’t have particularly glowing reviews of him either. 

If that’s how they treat each other when people are watching, what kind of things must they say when no one else is around? 

You shudder at the thought.

But whatever. As far as friends go, Callum is chill, and it’s to know that he’s not expecting anything more. Setting aside his relationship problems, he seems like a pretty fun, easygoing guy.

“Do you go to parties on campus?” Callum asks. He stands up from the grass and dusts his pants off. “I was thinking that’d be a great place for us to hang out. Nadia will either be there, or she’ll hear that we were together from one of her nosy friends. Plus, I can introduce you to some cool guys I know. A couple of them are single, if you’re interested. Oh, but would you even be okay to date? Since you’re doing this job and all.”

“Probably not,” you admit. “I doubt my partner would feel comfortable knowing that I’m pretending to be someone else’s girlfriend. Once I get into a relationship, I won’t be doing this anymore. But it’s fine, since I’m not really looking to date right now. I just wanted to try something new.” 

“Well, you must be doing a good job, because it says you’ve got a five-star rating,” Callum grins, holding up his phone.

You blush. “Um… thanks. I’ve only had one other client so far, but he seemed happy, so I guess there’s that.”

“I’m guessing you actually pretended to be his girlfriend? What was that like?” 

“It was fine. I can’t get into personal details, but he had some family-related issues, and it seemed like having me around helped.” 

“That’s nice. I wasn’t sure what to think of this app at the start, but I’d say it worked out for the best. I can see us being actual friends, to be honest.” 

“But when you eventually get back with your ex, won’t that complicate things? Because I’m pretty sure she already hates my guts.” 

“Oh. Right.” 

Looks like he didn’t think things through that far, and it’s kind of cute how disappointed he seems all of a sudden. He’s actually pouting.

“We’ll figure it out,” he says, waving his hand dismissively. “Nadia will calm down at some point. Probably.” 

I highly doubt that.

For obvious reasons, it seems like your friendship with Callum is already destined to be short-lived, but it’s fine. You’ll enjoy it while it lasts. You have to admit, it does feel good putting yourself out there every now and then. You should thank Ava for helping you work up the nerve in the first place.

“I’m headed that way,” you point, “so it looks like we’re splitting up here. But it was nice getting to know you. I had fun, and I hope you did too.” 

“Sure did,” Callum hums. “Hold up one second. I’ll transfer the money right now.” 

You receive your payment, which concludes yet another job. Although this job has technically just started. You wonder how long it’ll take for Nadia to get back with him. Callum sounds awfully confident about it, but you’re not so sure. 

You suppose you’ll just have to wait and see. 

“Bye, [Name],” Callum waves. “See you soon!”

“See you around,” you nod, and soon enough, you both go your separate ways. 

It’s actually a good thing you got to chill with Callum for a bit, because unfortunately, you’re about to head into your absolute least favorite class. The professor is a real hard-ass and does a terrible job of teaching the course content, not to mention how difficult his assignments are. Everyone taking the class is miserable, and it shows. 

When you step inside the lecture hall, however, the atmosphere feels especially depressing. 

“Take your seats,” the professor barks. You’re one of the last few to enter the room, and you hurry towards the closest unoccupied spot. 

It doesn’t take long to figure out why everyone looks like they want to die. 

“I want to hurry up and get started with this, because it’s going to take up a lot of time,” the professor says. He paces back and forth, and your eyes widen as you finally take note of the powerpoint being displayed on the projection screen.

Oh, please no. Don’t do this to us. 

“I’m assigning a project that will make up a big chunk of your final grade,” he goes on to state. “I have already paired students up, so no, you will not be allowed to work with a friend. Each pair has also been assigned a research project at random. I’ve found that it’s far too difficult to make everyone happy, and the process of approving project ideas is a pain in itself, so you will be given pre-approved topics and they are not subject to change.” 

For fuck’s sake. Not only are you not allowed to pick partners, but you don’t even get to pick your own research topic either? You can already tell this is going to massively suck ass.

The professor changes the powerpoint slide, then gestures towards the screen. “There you go. Take a good look, because I’ve listed everyone’s partners up there, as well as what topic you’ve been assigned. Like I said, this is going to be a very demanding project worth a lot of your grade, so it’s in your best interest to get started as soon as possible. You will not be able to finish in time if you leave it until the last minute.” 

You sigh tiredly. People are letting out quiet, resigned groans left and right. By the looks of things, no one’s gotten lucky enough to be paired up with a friend. The professor probably went out of his way to pair up people who don’t normally sit next to each other in class. 

Anyways, it sounds like you’ll be working with some guy named Theo. Needless to say, you have no clue who he is, since you hardly interact with anyone in this class. You’re too busy trying to keep up with the ridiculous workload. 

Also, is it just your imagination, or did you somehow end up with what sounds like the hardest topic of all? 

Knowing your luck, it probably is. 

“Take a moment to get acquainted with your partner,” the professor instructs. “I’ll give everyone some time to exchange contact information and whatever else is necessary. But move quickly, because I’d like to move onto explaining the project outline. Let’s not drag our feet, people.” 

The whole class collectively groans again, and after a moment’s delay, everyone stands up from their seats and moves around the room trying to figure out who they’ve ended up with. 

“I’m looking for Theo,” you call out, raising your hand to be better seen. “Does anyone know who Theo is?” 

No one responds. It looks like some of the other students, the more vocal ones, have already found their partners, but yours seems to be nowhere in sight. 

Balls. Is he absent today? That would make things a hell of a lot more troublesome.

You keep calling out his name, and slowly but surely, the crowd of students begins to dwindle. Having met up with their partners, students sit down and start getting acquainted. 

Just as you’re about to give up, someone approaches you from behind. 

“Um… excuse me. S-Sorry. I’m… Theo.” 

You turn around to face your partner, who regretfully, seems to be making a conscious effort not to look you in the eye. 

“Oh, you’re Theo?” you say, offering a quick smile. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m [Name]. Is it just me, or does our research topic sound like it’s going to be a massive pain?”

Theo doesn’t answer. He barely even gives a begrudging nod, then without further explanation, walks away from you and sits down.

This is already off to a great start. 

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"Lullaby" Kuras x pregnant!gn!MC mini series

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Part 2

Summary: After coming to Eridia to hopefully find a way to rid of your curse and hid your pregnancy, you meet a very sassy doctor who’s set on protecting you and your unborn child

Content warnings: drinking/alcohol(mc isn’t drinking though), Leander being kinda pushy, Leander flirting with MC a little bit 

Word count: 2.0k

Upon entering the Wet Wick, you were greeted with the sight of various mercenaries, assassins, hunters, and anyone else who looked like their job was killing for a living. 

You scanned the area hoping to find the man you were looking for, eyes searching all across the crowded bar. But suddenly, you watch as the crowd begins to all rush towards a table in the middle of the room, and standing on top of it was no other than the man of the hour, Leander. 

You watch as he entertains the crowd with some enchantments, summoning bouquets of flowers and handing them to some admirers and watching as they fade away into beautiful green petals. 

You were honestly caught in a trance as you gazed at him, something about the man keeping you locked in a drunken daze. But as soon as he looked up and landed his eyes on you, the spell almost immediately wore off.

He smiled. And after telling his audience that the show was over and to go back to enjoying their drinks, he jumps down from the table and makes his way over to you.

“Well there’s a face I haven’t seen before.” He says enthusiastically as he leans against the bar’s counter.

You send back a small smile, taking a second to look around the area before turning back to him. “Guess you can say I’m new here, I’m assuming your Leander?” 

He grins yet again. “In the flesh. How can I be of assistance?”

A small part of you couldn’t help but pick up on his subtle flirting, and as much as you would have liked to play along, you were here for business.

“Do you know how to get rid of a curse?”

His eyes widened in shock, as if he wasn’t expecting your question. But then his eyes settle again, leaning his face onto his fist. “Depends on what kind of curse we’re talking about. Someone? Something?”

You click your tongue before looking down at the ground. “It’s…hard to explain.” 

Leander gives you a nod of understanding and stands back up again before making his way behind the bar, grabbing some bottles and two glasses. “Well, how about let’s talk about it over some drinks?” 

Does he think we’re still flirting?

You send him a nervous smile, awkwardly folding your hands together. “Ah I’m fine thank you”

“I insist, everything’s less awkward with a little drinking right?” He responds in an overly enthusiastic tone.

And before you can say anything back to him, he’s already pouring what looks to be whiskey into the two cups. 

Guess he’s the persuasive type.

After making the drinks, he gestures to you to follow him as he walks towards the very back of the tavern, sitting down at a table that is hidden from the eyes of the other patrons.

You sit down across from him and he sets down the cup in front of you, before taking his own seat. 

“Sooo, about that curse, tell me about it.” His voice is surprisingly soft now, looking at you with low eyes.

Taking a deep breath, you begin slowly unwrapping the bandages on your right hand, glancing at Leander every few seconds to see his reactions. 

After fully taking off the bandages, you flex your fingers as the golden veins that envelop your skin glow in the light that’s caught on the bar’s windows. 

Looking up at Leander again, you catch sight of his surprised expression, marveling at the scene of your arms that have such a unique look. He keeps his eyes locked on you as he leans closer, slowly reaching his own hand up towards you as he mumbles. “Can I?”

Almost immediately you rip your hand away to clutch it close to you, causing him to flinch at your sudden apprehension. 

“I can’t…touch you. If I do then it’ll hurt you.” You whisper as you feel tears beginning to form. You didn’t even feel this emotional over the subject, why were you crying?

Leander however, must’ve noticed it, because he quickly put down his drink even though he was in the middle of taking a sip and jumped up to come and sit next to you.

“Hey hey, it’s alright, you don’t have too. I just wanted to see it more closely.” Leander coos as he loosely wraps an arm around your shoulders and leaned down so his lips were almost pressed against your head.

In the midst of you holding back breaking down, Leander catches sight of your untouched drink, he questions it for a moment before returning back to comforting you.

Pulling you a bit closer, he uses his mouth to slide off one of his gloves and gently ushers towards your hand again. “Just trust me, okay? I’ll be fine. You can tie me up too if you want.” He smiles again, trying to reassure you of his safety.

You wipe your eyes, taking note of how close he is and quickly looking away. You want to say no, not wanting to take the risk of being the reason he’s driven insane. But another part of you can’t help but to feel curious, he seems so sure of himself, what if he’s right?

Leander focuses a large amount of enchantment onto his body, wanting to make sure he would have enough to create a barrier between him and your apparent curse. After doing that, he holds up his hand, signaling for you to hold it. 

You take another deep breath, doing your best to calm your increasing anxiety, and start slowly reaching your hand up to intertwine it with his. 

Honestly, you couldn’t even remember the last time you held someone like this. Sure you’ve had close relationships, such as friends or short term lovers, the longest one being the man you fell in love with and is unfortunately the father to your child. But he ended up betraying you alongside your other companions, so you were left on your own to figure everything out. 

But you had to admit, the body heat that was radiating off of him felt nice, the feeling of warmth spreading through your hand brought you a sense of ease. 

Leander’s smile widens, enclosing his fingers in between yours. “That’s a hell of a curse you got there.”

You let out a nervous laugh, keeping your eyes tightly set on your hands. But Leander suddenly speaking up again brings you back to reality.

“Can I ask you something?” He says in a tone that sounds almost nervous, as if he was afraid of bringing up the question. 

You look at him with a slightly raised brow, “What is it?”

He sharply inhales, glancing down for a moment before mumbling, “are you pregnant?”

Right at that second, you freeze in place. Honestly you never expected him to figure it out, sure if he looked close enough he could’ve seen the small bump, and maybe noticed your untouched whiskey, and how quickly you broke down when the subject of your hand came up…and maybe how you seemed slightly fatigue after a few minutes even though you barely did anything. 

Okay yeah the signs were definitely there. 

You nod hesitantly, taking your hand away from his and setting it down on your lap. There are many things that you want to say, all of them wanting to defend yourself from the questions that you knew he had. But you decided to answer the one you knew would come at some point. 

“No I’m not married if that’s what you're wondering. It’s just me and…them” You say in a quiet voice as you lightly drag your hand down your stomach. 

Leander’s eyes widened in shock, as if he wasn’t expecting that whatsoever. “I wasn’t going to ask that. I was actually wondering if you had a place to stay?”

Now it was your turn to be surprised. Never had you been asked that, most people never really cared if you or the baby were alright. Most of the time all of their odd questions lied in if you had someone to raise the baby with. Which you honestly wouldn’t have minded if it was a constant issue, you were the one carrying it, you could at least get a bit of mercy right?

Leander calling out to you pulls you away from your thoughts, you look at him and have a slight pause, before continuing talking. “I…don’t, before coming here I was at the clinic.”

He nods in understanding, taking in the information. “So I’m guessing Kuras sent you?”

He looks around again before staring back at you, his face suddenly lighting up. “There’s a spare room here the owner keeps open for me, you can stay there.”

You shake your head. “No I couldn’t do that to her, or you, I don’t want to be too much of a burden.” Even though you were genuine in your response to his offer, he laughs as if you were telling the best joke he ever heard.

“I don’t mind at all actually, I…wouldn’t mind if it meant I saw you everyday.” His face flushes a slight red as he says that. 

Kind of cute.

“You sure? I mean you are working with technically two of us here.” 

He grins yet again. “Then I’ll be happy to take care of the both of you, free of charge.”

Although there was an aching feeling in the back of your head that there was something off about the free of charge comment, your mind was honestly more focused on the free room bit. 

“Well, in that case I’ll be happy to take the offer.” You smile back at him. 

Leander then stands up, holding his hand out gesturing for you to take it. Once you do, you’re led upstairs where it is a lot quieter than the rowdiness of the bar. Eventually, he leads you all the way down the hallway which is where a room that is slightly far from the other’s are. He opens the door and you're greeted with the sight of a plain looking room, there is a bed, a dresser, and a chest where you can seemingly put all your belongings. 

You walk in and take a small look around, wanting to get familiar with your surroundings. After that you walk over to the bed and sit down, looking back at Leander with a content expression, and he stares back at you with the same face. 

“I’ll let ya get settled in then. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” He says while standing in the doorway. “By the way, I forgot to get your name?” 

After all of that talking between the two of you, he was only now asking for your name? He literally offered to let you stay in a bedroom he keeps for himself even though he’s only known you for what an hour?

You set those thoughts aside, and smile again before responding. “It’s MC.”

“MC” He says, testing it on his tongue. “Beautiful name. Well, have a good night MC.” And with that, he closes the door, leaving you on your own. 

Finally being able to relax after so long, you flop down onto the bed, taking a deep breath and allowing yourself to not have your guard up. 

You take your small bag filled with some money and sort through it a bit, seeing how much you have to be able to afford a few meals. But that’s when you feel a small sheet of folded paper within it. Taking it out and unfolding it, you realize that it’s a message from Kuras. Mostly due to the extremely nice handwriting. 

“Come to the clinic at least once a week for a check up, I can't have anything happening to my most interesting patients. - Kuras”

Although you do notice that he wrote patients instead of just patient, your heart warms at the message and you place the piece of paper down on the small dresser next to the bed. After that you return back to your original position, lying down on your back with your arms folded under your head. 

Guess this is a new start for the both of us. 

Author’s note: I’m thinking of expanding the series by a few chapters since I don’t wanna have awkward jumps between MC’s pregnancy T–T

[roseblog-rog]

As someone on the aroace spectrum I'm always looking to hear how others, particularly aromantics who are in relationships, feel about those relationships. Still struggling to understand my feelings and understand different forms of love. If you don't feel comfy answering that's ok btw!

hi! thanks for the ask! so i am also on the aroace spectrum, and while I’m still constantly figuring myself out and dont care too much about the specifics of my attraction and orientation and stuff like that, the labels that feel most correct right now are demisexual and demiromantic. my demiromanticism is a lot simpler to explain. I’ve known my three girlfriends for a little while now, and with the three of them I’ve developed a special bond I haven’t really felt with anyone else (except my ex ohp), and I love them very much and enjoy dating them and feel what I think is romantic attraction and it just feels right. However, I do not and have never experienced those feelings with anyone else, not really. Not even a fleeting fantasy or fancy or whatever. My demisexuality, however, is a bit more difficult to explain. For the most part I am quite sex repulsed, which may seem shocking as fuck considering the nature of my account, but I really wouldn’t want to have sex or engage in sexual activity with anyone but my partners. However, I wouldn’t necessarily say I’m completely sexually attracted to my partners either, but I do enjoy sex with them and with them only. I find them pretty and hot and trust them and enjoy doing stuff, but my demisexuality honestly feels more like asexuality as i dont really feel much attraction at all with anyone. I enjoy sex with certain people but don’t really feel what many consider “sexual attraction”. I think? Idk. I guess all this to say that everyone is different, and attraction can be really really weird and no one actually knows what’s going on and labels are only really there to make you feel more seen and more comfortable and more understood, but you do not have to completely live by them. so yes I am on the aroace spectrum, and I found love in my own unique, weird, and beautiful way. I don’t know if any of that helps, but that’s what I got (:

[strniohoeee]

I’m not sure if you write for Justin butttttt like the triplets have a friend and the reader is their older sister, an Justin starts to grow a crush on her…🫣

Clouded

Pairing: Justin Carey X Female Reader

Synopsis: Back home from graduate school, Y/N runs into her old best friend, and some feelings come up to the surface. Will these feelings be mutual??🫂

Warnings⚠️: None. This one was okayyy, but like Justin has me in a chokehold like let’s stop pretending he isn’t fine asf😁

Songs for the imagine: Misty- Lesley Gore, La-La Means I Love You- The Delfonics

Look at me

I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree

And I feel like i'm clinging to a cloud

I can’t understand

Being the older sister meant being the babysitter when mom and dad weren’t home. Lucky for me most of college I avoided that, but I just graduated graduate school and moved back home while I looked for a better paying job.

It was weird having a brother 6 years younger than me because for a while we never got along, but like him and I could go drinking in a few months once he turned 21??

Anyways my parents gave me the summer off while they stood in Italy on a work trip as long as I watched my brother. I mean it was easy now that he was an adult I only set two rules: no parties and no girls over. For the most part I had a free summer back home in Boston. Oh how I missed home. I lived in Tennessee while I did the last 4 years of graduate school, and the south had nothing on up north.

The day my parents were leaving was the day my brother decided to crash his car and totaled it. The idiot was texting and driving and hit a tree. I’m honestly shocked he walked away alive considering he drove a car that was older than me. Nonetheless this made me his chauffeur which I hated.

“Y/NNNN LETS GOO I HAVE PLANS” he yelled from downstairs

“SHUT UP YOU TWERP” I yelled back putting my pants on

“YOURE TAKING FOREVERRRR” he yelled again

“STEFAN IM LITERALLY COMING DOWN, NOW SHUT UP” I yelled backed as I grabbed my phone and pursed and shut my light off walking down the stairs

“Ouuu someone’s getting all pretty for their boyfriend” he said ruffling my hair

“What boyfriend you weirdo” I said pushing him away

“Justin” he said laughing

“Justin? Your friend's older brother?” I said raising an eyebrow at him

“Yeah who else? Didn’t yall have a past anyways” he said putting his sneakers on

“Umm no we were friends, and then he got all weird on me senior year and I haven’t seen him since, that was like 9 years ago” I said grabbing a water bottle

“Ohh right weirded out by your obsession he chose to go to a different college I remember you didn’t like that” he said wiggling his brows at me

“You’re a little shit. I wasn’t obsessed with him” I said flicking him in the forehead

“Right and the sky isn’t blue” he said grabbing his overnight bag

“I’ll lock you in the house and drive away have fun getting nowhere” I said smiling at him

“Your threats don’t scare me anymore I could get to their house easily” he said smiling at me

“Yeah how? With your car? Oh yeah…that’s right you don’t have one” I said looking at him in a shocked way

“Fine you win this one” he said rolling his eyes

“Don’t I always” I said opening the door for him and letting him walk out

“I’m spending the night with the triplets, so you can just drop me off and then do as you please” he said getting in the passenger seat

“Sounds good to me” I said sitting in the driver's seat and connecting my phone to the aux

“Is Justin home?” I asked Stefan randomly

“And you say your were not obsessed” he said looking up from his phone

“Just answer the question dipshit” I said rolling my eyes

“I’m actually not sure. He never really came home during breaks or anything, so I don’t even know if he lives here again, or if he moved out of state” he replied

“Hmm nice to know” I said tilting my head a bit

“Why? Going to try and get him back?” He said looking at me

“What? No….I just haven’t seen him in so long I wonder what he’s been up to. I mean him and I were best friends that’s how you became friends with Chris Nick and Matt” I replied glancing over at my brother

“Yeah it is weird how yall just stopped talking” he said

“I never even got an explanation either. We grew up in diapers together and then one random Tuesday he just completely ghosts me” I said laughing

“Pretty pathetic” my brother said

“I know right” I replied

“Oh no not him…you…pathetic that you remember the day” he said laughing

“You’re such a dick” I said smacking his chest

“OW” he yelled grabbing his chest

“20 years old and you still haven’t changed one bit” I said shaking my head at him

“You know I love you” he said tickling me

“Stop weirdo” I said laughing

I had pulled up to the triplets driveway, and he texted them that he was outside. I got out of the car to hug my brother bye and told him to behave to which he replied he’s not a little kid.

“Y/N you’re home” Matt said

“Hey guys! Look at you you’re all grown up” I said hugging them

“It’s been forever” Nick said

“I know right, four years and now I’m back home for good, and my parents make me watch this numbnut” I said pouting at Stefan

“The same old Y/N” Chris said laughing

“You know uhh Justin’s back home too” Matt said looking at me

“Oh really? I haven’t seen him in 9 years” I said nodding at him

“Really? He just moved back too from graduate school he’s looking for a better paying job” Nick said

“Oh shit really me too” I said

“I can go grab him if you want to catch up” Chris said pointing behind him

“Oh no no don’t worry! I was just about to head out” I said

“Well alright I’ll let him know you stopped by” Matt said

“Yeah sure! Have fun guys and Stefan let me know when to pick you up” I said hugging him

“Alright” he said

They had walked into the house and I got back in my car. I went to start the car when my engine started to sputter

“What the fuck?” I said furrowing my brows, this is a brand new car???

I tried it again and sudden smoke started to come out from under the hood

“Holy shit” I said taking the key out

I got out of the car and popped the hood, coughing as the smoke clouded my senses

“Need some help?” I heard from behind me

“Uh yeah” I said turning around

Immediately my heart stopped and my eyes popped out of my head

“Justin?” I said tilting my head

“That would be me” he said laughing

“Sorry that was dumb…I’m just so shocked to see you. It’s been so long” I said laughing

“I know….you look good” he said smiling at me

“Thanks” I said

“Uhh your car” he said pointing at it

“Oh right…I mean I don’t know this cars brand new I’m not sure what’s going on” I said turning and looking at the parts

“Let me take a look” he said and walked over

Justin began to examine everything, and I slowly looked at him taking his appearance in. It’s so crazy how 9 years can change someone. He looked good and I hated myself for thinking about him in that way.

“Oh I found the problem” he said looking at me, snapping out of my trance I looked at his face

“Really? What is it?” I said

“You see that wire right there? It has a tear in it, but it’s an easy fix I can do it for you” he said

“Really? You’d do that?” I said smiling at him

“Well of course” he said nodding at me

He walked away and got some kit for cars as he began to patch the wire up

“Why are you being so nice to me?” I questioned

“What do you mean? I’ve always been nice” he said glancing over at me

“Mmm I don’t know. We grew up together and then one day senior year you just stopped talking to me, you acted like I was a ghost” I said crossing my arms over my chest

“Did I?” He said looking down at the wire

“Don’t play dumb I know you did it for a reason, and it hurt me” I said

“I guess we just grew apart” he said wiping his forehead

“Justin we made plans to go to the same college and the same graduate school, and then the same day you stop talking to me is the same day I find out you switched schools” I said blinking at him

“Well I got a better scholarship offer with the other school” he said looking at me

“Bullshit” I said scoffing

“No it’s true” he said finishing up the wire

“You got a full ride just like I did…your mom told me, so you deliberately switched schools and cut me off….why?” I asked

“I don’t know why okay” he said throwing his hands up in defense

“Yes you do Justin stop lying” I said

“Why does it even matter anyways? We're 26…..don’t you have adult things to worry about and not why we stopped being friends at 17” he said bluntly

“Asshole much?” I said shaking my head at him

“I’m not….it just doesn’t matter” he said

“Yes it does…what you did hurt me, and for 9 years my best friend of 17 years never gave me an explanation, and right now as we stand here as adults he’s pulling the most childish act of all by not telling me the truth” I stated staring him down

“Want to know the reason? Huh? You’re itching for it? That’s your issue you can never live in the unknown you have to know it all” he said looking at me and scoffing

“Yes Justin I do” I said stomping my foot down

“I cut you off and switched schools because I was so madly in love with you, and I could never have you because you never felt the same way. I sat for years watching you cry and chase over boys who didn’t care about you. I wanted to be that guy you chased so badly, and when I realized at 17 that I would never be that I put my big boy pants on and let reality sit in. I could not chase you to another school for another 8 years like a love sick puppy when you didn’t care about me that way.” He stated slamming his tool box shut

“I…I never knew that” I said my gaze softening

“I didn’t expect you to, you were so far up some other guys ass you couldn't see how much I loved you” he stated slamming my hood shut

“No Justin! I liked you too, but you felt unreal to me. You didn’t seem tangible. The cool guy that every girl liked….I let that school girl crush die a long time ago, and I shouldn’t have” I replied

“Why didn’t you say anything? I would’ve tried harder. I would’ve went to school with you like we promised” He asked in a whisper

“I tried….that day I went and walked up to you to tell you, and you walked right past me like I wasn’t even there. That day killed me. I realized I lost you forever” I said shaking my head

“I’m such an idiot….in love with you since I was 13 and I let you slip through my fingers” he said shaking my head

“It’s okay Justin” I said laughing a bit

“I feel like such a dick” he said laughing too

“I mean you were, but we were also 17, so it’s alright” I said

“Let me make it up to you” he said looking at me

“You already fixed my car that’s more than enough” I said smiling at him

“Speaking of which that tear in the wire was a perfect incision like someone did it purposely…” he said laughing again

“Stefan…” I said shaking my head

“He may be a dick, but he seems to be your wingman” Justin said

“I have to give it to him…I didn’t see that coming” I said giggling

“Smart kid” he said

“Very” I replied laughing

“You know I’ve always liked you like a lot, and I’m sure my brothers told your brother about my major crush on you” he said laughing

“Mmm he’s never told me, but I did raise my eyebrows a few times with the way they always wanted to run and get you so we could see each other” I said laughing too

“Our own little wingmen and we were so blind to it” he said

“It’s so crazy, but listen I have to head downtown and it was great seeing you and thank you so much for fixing my car I owe you” I said leaning off my car and taking my keys out

“Listen, don't even worry about it, okay! You being back in town is more than enough” he said offering me a smile

“Wow Carey you have a good way with words” I said looking back at him

“Didn’t I always” he said raising his eyebrows at me

“Mmm I suppose so” I replied opening my car door

“Well I’ll see you around then” he said nodding his head at me

“I mean would you like to come with me? I just have some errands to run for my parents it’ll be like the old days” I said

“Uhh yeah, yeah sure” he said nodding his head

“Cool hop in” I said sitting in the car

“Hop in? What are you 40” he said sitting in the car

“Shut up Justin….you're still the same” I said backing out of the driveway

“And so are you, always flustered when I tease you” he said poking me

“Back off” I said laughing at him

“I’m so glad we’ve got back together” he said looking over at me

“I agree” I replied glancing over at him

That day we spent together was amazing. We ran into town and reminisced on how we used to go out together to these shops all the time. I really enjoyed his company, and I couldn’t believe it took us so long to reconnect and talk about everything.

We sat on a bench downtown eating our lunch and just watching the scenery.

“You know I really really like you like a lot” he blurted out

“Justin you keep saying this” I said giggling

“I know, but I never got to say it, and it’s been on my mind for 9 years” he replied looking down

“You should’ve called or texted” I replied

“I know, but I figured you hated me, so I didn’t bother” he said to me

“Hate you? Never was I upset yeah, but I could never hate you” I replied eating a piece of my food

“I’m just sorry like I was such an idiot” he said shaking his head

“Justin it’s okay we were teenagers that doesn’t define who we are now” I said to him

“Yeah you’re right” he said nodding his head

“Plus you’re hotter now than back in high school” I said leaning over to him

“What” he said blushing

“It’s the truth” I said giggling at him

“You’ve always been beautiful to me” he said looking up at me

“Heyyy way to make me look like an ass” I said laughing

“No! Never” he said winking at me

“You think I’m beautiful?” I said shocked

“I mean who doesn’t? Everything about you is beautiful inside and out” he said taking a sip of his drink

“Thank you Justin” I said

He smiled at me while we finished our food

“So I say we head back?” I asked as I tossed our trash out

“Uh yeah that’s nice” he said

“And then you can give me a room tour” I said laughing

“It hasn’t changed much. I’m never really home” he said

“No? How come you’re back now” I said as we walked back to my car

“Mmm I heard through the grapevine you were coming back home and I wanted to possibly see you again” he said

“Who told you? My brother?” I asked

“No, my mom did actually” he said

“Mmm she always thought we were more than what we actually were” I said laughing

“I know, no matter how many times I told her no. I guess she still hopes we end up together” he replied

“I agree with her” I said as we got in the car

I had driven back to their house and went up to Justin’s room. It really has not changed at all.

“Even the bed sheets are the same from High school” I said sitting on his bed

“I told you I’m never home” he said shrugging

“You really came home for me?” I said shaking my head

“Uhhh well I also have a family too” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Right right” I said laughing

Justin had sat down next to me and I began to get nervous just like I did in high school.

“You really haven’t changed one bit” he said laughing

“What do you mean?” I asked looking over at him

“You’re still nervous everytime I sit next to you” he said bumping my shoulder

“Oh shut up” I said bumping his shoulder back

We looked at each other for a moment, searching each other's eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked me

“Yes” I whispered

Justin crashed his lips to mine, and his right hand came to my cheek. Caressing it and rubbing my cheek with his thumb as our lips locked in a kiss.

I can’t believe it took me 13 years to kiss my best friend who I’ve been madly in love with since I was 13. I wouldn’t change this moment for anything.

We pulled away and looked in each other's eyes smiling, and I reconnected our lips kissing him once more.

Suddenly his door opened, and we broke apart.

“OH MY GOD” my brother yelled with Chris, Nick and Matt behind him

“STEFAN” I yelled

“spying on us?” Justin asked standing up

“Whatttt no” Chris said high pitched

“Yeah sure you weirdos” I said laughing

“Come on let’s go downstairs” Justin said

We went downstairs and spent the day with our brothers. Sitting on the couch in each other's arms as we watched movies.

His parents came home to see us in each other's arms, and were pleasantly surprised.

I guess falling in love with your best friend is a lot easier than you’d think…..

The End

Alrightttt hope you enjoyed this one. I was like mehhh about it IDKKK. But love yall 🥹🖤

-J💅🏽

[cuttergauthier]

Lies

Female reader x Jack Hughes

Warning: against, wedding, Alcohol, fluff Jack

word count: 5.2k

let me know what you guys think🤍

Jack Hughes and Y/n do not get along, their families are close friends. They were neighbours growing up. What happens when Quinn, Jack’s brother gets married to his fiancé Allison and both of their families keep asking them if they are bringing a date?

I’ve been home for about a week for summer vacation and my mom won’t stop bothering me about bringing a date to Quinn’s wedding. I’ve been away at Columbia University all year, I’m also single and honestly, I wanted nothing to do with any of the boys in this town.

I have no idea what I’m going to do. I was getting so annoyed.

“Honey are you bringing a date to the wedding?” she asked for the 10th time since I’ve been home.

“Yes, I’m bringing my boyfriend!” I blurted out before even thinking. My eyes widened

“YAY!” my mom said excitedly

“who is it?” she asked

“You’ll have to wait and see” I said

“Okay, well I’m glad you’re bringing someone”

“Me to” I said before leaving the room

What the hell did I just do? I have no idea what I’m going to do, my mom won’t be to happy if she finds out I lied.

It was only 12:15 p.m. so I might as well go out for the day. I grabbed my purse and car keys and decided to go into town.

I parked my car downtown and decided to walk. I might do some shopping. I just knew I couldn’t stay home I need to figure out what I’m going to do.

I was about to enter Starbucks when I bumped into someone. When I look up I see Jack, making me roll my eyes.

“Really Y/n do you never watch where you’re going” he said annoyed

“My god seriously, you ran into me” I replied angrily.

“Whatever” he scoffed. He went to walk away but I stopped him.

“How’s Quinn? Is he excited about the wedding? I haven’t talked to him in a while.” I asked him

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him more excited” he replied

I nodded and went to walk in the Starbucks, but he surprised me when he continued to talk.

“Are you and your family going to the rehearsal too? Or just the wedding?”

“Both, I think… my mom’s been annoying me about it” I said annoyed

“thought you’d be more excited? Doesn’t every girl love weddings?” he said smirking. I could tell he was just trying to annoy me even more.

“Yes, except I told my mom I was bringing my boyfriend” I blurted out. What is wrong with me, I need to stop saying that.

He looked shocked, he was about to say something else but I stopped him.

“Look I have to go, I’ll see you at the wedding” I said leaving him outside.

I ordeJack my drink and went to pay, when someone reached over paying for me.

“you don’t have to do that…” I started to say when I saw it was Jack.

“Don’t worry about it.” He said smiling at the worker.

Why would he do that?

The worker gave me my drink and I went to leave but Jack stopped me.

“not even a thank you?” he said smirking

“why’d you pay? You want me to be nice to you?” I said annoyed

“Can we sit and talk for a bit?” he asked nervously. I looked at him confused, what was he up to.

I nodded slowly and followed him to a table.

“What do you want Jack?” I asked annoyed

“We both live in New Jersey, I know you don’t have a boyfriend, so why’d you lie” he asked

“I do have a boyfriend” I said confidently, but I knew he could tell I was lying.

“So if I ask one of my brothers or Allison they’ll say it’s true?”

“… Fine I don’t. why do you care if I lied?”

“Because I may have told my mom I was bringing my girlfriend to the wedding, except I don’t have one.” He said making me laugh. He rolled his eyes at me

“Yeah laugh it up, you did the same thing”

“I’m guessing both of our parent’s wouldn’t stop bugging us about bringing a date” I said making him nod.

“Now that I know you did the same thing, maybe we could just pretend were dating, go to the wedding together and after we fake breakup” he said.

I looked at him for second before throwing my head back and laughing.

“Okay what’s so funny about that?” he asked annoyed

I finally calmed down before answering him.

“No one’s going to believe us, we don’t get along”

“both of our families haven’t seen us all year except for Quinn when the canucks playing against us in jersey and Allison who came to visit a few time, we just need to get our stories straight”

“You can’t be serious”

“I am, we both told our parent’s we were bringing date I never told my mom my supposed girlfriends name did you tell your mom a name?”

“No I didn’t”

“then we can do this, we’ll just have to pretend to be a couple at the rehearsal and wedding”

“…fine, this better work” I Said making him smile.

“it will, are you busy later around 7?” he asked

“No why?”

“Well we need to get our stories straight so, we’ll go somewhere to talk, that good with you?”

“Sure whatever, text me later where, so I can leave without my mom asking to many questions” I said and he nodded before leaving.

This is not going to end well.

……………………………………………………………

I made it back home around 5 p.m. after my coffee I thought I might as well do some shopping to pass time, since I was afraid if I went home early my mom would question me about my ‘Fake boyfriend’ so the less time home was better.

My mom made dinner so I sat with her and my dad, thankfully they didn’t ask me anything about who I was bringing to the wedding.

After dinner It was about 6 p.m, made my way to my room so I could change into comfier clothes.

I changed into a pair of black lululemon’s and my overside Columbia hoodie.

I decided to watch Netflix while I waited for Jack to text me.

I was only 10 minutes into the show when he sent me a text

Meet me at the old spot by the water.

I replied telling him I would. We would always go there when we were all in high school, it was pretty private, no one ever goes there anymore. But I remember Jack, Quinn, and some of the ntdp boys would always go there just to hang out.

It’s only about a 15-minute drive from our house so I looked outside my window to see if Jack’s car was in his driveway. When I saw it wasn’t I thought I might as well leave. I grabbed my purse and keys and made my way downstairs. My parent’s were in the living room watching tv so I couldn’t exactly leave without them seeing me.

“I’m going out for a little bit, don’t wait up, love you” I said before leaving.

They trust me so I knew they wouldn’t worry or ask where I’m going.

………………………………………………………

When I arrived at the stop it was only 6:55 but Jack was already there. I parked next to him, he rolled down his window and told me to go in his car. I nodded turning my car off before joining him.

“so, what are we going to tell them when they ask us how long we’ve been together?” I asked him. The music was playing softly in the background.

“we can say we’ve been together for about 4 months maybe” he said looking at me. I nodded.

“yeah, we can say that being away in the same City and me not really knowing to many people, we can say you ended up inviting me to hang out with some of your teammates and their girlfriends and we just realized we never really hated each other or something and decided to date” I said

“Yeah that works, I just don’t know if Quinn and Allison will believe us.” He said

“Well Quinn did pretty much force us to hang out more this year after we argued one to many times last summer, we did try and be civil with each other” I said, he nodded.

“True… we’ll have to sit by each other you know that right?”

“Yeah, I’m not to excited about that” I said

“I’m not that bad Y/n” he said cockily, making me scoff

“Yeah right” I said chuckling

“we’ll have to dance and stuff so they actually believe us” he said, making me realize we might need to kiss. My eyes widened

“Oh god, we might have to kiss won’t we” I ask

“Probably, just promise you won’t fall in love with me if we do” he said smirking

“Like I could ever fall in love with you”

“You never know”

“Yeah whatever, are we going to meet earlier tomorrow before the rehearsal? Or are we just meeting there?” I ask him

“I’m guessing you’ll be getting ready at your place?” he asked making me nod.

“Yeah, I’m supposed to go to the rehearsal with my parents”

“It might be more believable If I go pick you up, that way our parent’s would know before we actually get to the wedding and you could ride with me, we would get there together, we’d look more like a couple if we do that”

“Okay sure, just please make it believable when you come get me” I said

“I will, the rehearsal is at 5 p.m. and it’s a 30 minute drive so I could pick you up at 4 p.m? I think my mom wants me to be there a little bit earlier since I’m one of the groomsmen and you’re one of the brides maids right?”

“yeah I am so that should fine, I’ll be ready.” I said

“Perfect then it’s all figured out” he said smiling.

“yeah, let’s just hope nothing goes wrong.”

“Trust me, everything will be fine”

“I don’t trust you Jack.” I said annoyed

“well for once just trust me” he said smirking

“Fine, I’m going home now” I said before getting out of his car.

“I’ll see you tomorrow girlfriend” he said smirking, making me roll my eyes. I wave him off before getting in my car and going home.

………………………………………………

It’s the day of the rehearsal and I’m nervous. I just woke up its 10:30 a.m. so I made my way downstairs to get some breakfast, both my parents were there. My mom was making breakfast while my dad was on his phone and drinking his coffee.

When I got there my dad looked up at me and smiled.

“Good morning honey” he said.

“Good morning dad” I said before kissing his cheek and doing the same to my mom.

“Did you sleep well” my mom asked

“I did, what are we eating for breakfast?” I asked. I’m starving

“Waffles” she said smiling

“Yay” I said excitedly. Making my parents laugh

I went and poured myself some coffee in my cup. I’m going to need all the coffee I can get, to get through today.

Once the waffles were ready my mom placed them in our plates and we all started to eat.

“Is your boyfriend going to be riding in the car with us?” my mom asked

“Actually he’s going to be picking me up.” I said shyly

“Oh okay, you know you need to get there earlier since you’re a bridesmaid right?” she asked

“Yes mom” I said smiling

“So what’s his name?” my dad asked

“You’ll find out when he picks me up” I said putting my plate and coffee cup in the dishwasher.

“Oh come on, why won’t you just tell us?” he said pouting. My dad has always been pretty chill, he always told me as long as long as he makes you happy and treats you how you should be treated then he would like him.

“What’s the fun in that” I said chuckling.

“It’s 11:15 so I’m going to go take a shower before I have to get ready for the day” I told them.

“Okay, are you wearing your pink dress?” my mom asked

“yes” I said before going upstairs to take a shower.

I took a long shower hopping it would help with my stress. By the time I got out it was 12:00 p.m. so I got dressed into some sweatpants and a tank top. I went into my room and decided to watch a few episodes of Outer banks on Netflix before I start getting ready.

A few minutes later I got a text from Jack.

-       I’ll be at your place at 4 since I have a feeling your parent’s will have questions.

-       Good idea

After I answered him I went back to watching my show.

At around 2:00 p.m. I went downstairs to get a snack before getting ready. I didn’t want to starve before the rehearsal dinner since I know we’ll be eating there.

I decided to make myself a green smoothie, that way I wouldn’t be hungry for a few hours.

“Hey sweetheart, If you need me, I’ll be in my room getting ready.” My mom told me.

“Okay, I’m also going to start getting ready” I said, she nodded before going upstairs to her room.

One my smoothie was ready I went back up to my room. I sat down at my makeup desk and turned on my curling wand so I could do my hair first. I still had to finish my smoothie, so I didn’t want to risk doing my makeup first and making a mess.

I decided to do loose beach waves. I had long hair so I knew it would look good with my dress. Once I was done with my doing my hair, along with drinking my smoothie I started my makeup. I went with a natural look. I didn’t want to go all out.

Once I was done it was only 3:15 p.m. and I didn’t know which shoes I wanted to wear yet so I thought I would figure that out before I got dressed.

I had a lot of shoes, luckily, I found a pair of heals that were the same color as my dress. I went in the bathroom and changed. My dress is a silky V-neck knee length blush pink. I found this dress at urban outfitters about a month ago and I knew it would be perfect for this.

Once I was ready it was almost 4, I knew Jack would be here soon so I grabbed my heals and made my way downstairs.

My dad was already ready watching tv so was my mom, they didn’t like being late so they always made sure to get ready a little while before they had to leave.

I went and sat down next to them on the couch.

“Oh honey you are stunning” my mom said smiling

“Thanks mom, I did get my looks from you.” I replied smiling

My dad started laughing.

“it’s a good thing you don’t look like me” he said, my mom hit him on the shoulder making me laugh.

I looked at my phone to see it was 3:55 and Jack just texted me.

I’m leaving right now.

Thankfully he lives next door, so I put my shoes on. Once I got up there was a knock on the door.

“Perfect the boyfriends here” My dad said getting up to answer the door.

Once he opened the door and saw who was standing there his eyes widened.

“Jack?” he said looking at him, then me, before looking at him again.

“did you say Jack?” My mom asked not believing it.

My dad nodded before letting Jack come in.

“Jack honey, it’s so good to see you” my mom said before giving him a hug.

“It’s good to see you too, it’s been to long” He told her smiling, before looking at me.

“How long have you two been dating?” my dad asked

“4 months, we just wanted to keep it a secrets for a little while” Jack answered

“well I am definitely happy you two finally got together” my mom said surprising me.

“Mom, what?” I asked confused, making Jack chuckle.

“What? Ellen and I always knew this was going to happen” She said like it was the most obvious thing ever.

I just shook my head and looked at Jack.

“we should probably get going” I said, he nodded

“we’ll see you guys in a bit” he told my parents before we walked out.

I made my way to the passenger side door and he followed me opening the door for me, making me look at him confused.

“ what? We need to make it believable” he said making me chuckle.

Once he got in the driver seat, we made our way to the rehearsal dinner.

About 10 minutes later I could see him looking at me every few seconds.

“what?” I ask

“Nothing… you look beautiful” he said

“Thank you, you don’t look to bad yourself” I replied smiling.

The rest of the drive was quiet the only sound was the music playing softly in the background. Once he parked the car. He turned and looked at me smiling.

“You ready for this?” he asked

“No, but I don’t have a choice” I said and he laughed.

“no you don’t, come on” he said as we both got out of the car.

He waited for me in from of the car. He held up his hand.

“come on we need to make it believable” he said

I nodded grabbing his hand, and we made our way inside.

Once we got inside Jim, Ellen, Luke, Quinn, Quinn’s best man Brady, Allison, her 2 other bridesmaid and her family were already here.

Quinn saw us and his eyes widened.

“NO WAY” he screamed making everyone turn their attention to us. Allison gasped when she saw us holding hands, Before running to me and hugging me.

Quinn just laughed making me chuckle.

“When did this happen?” Quinn asked us

“4 months ago”

“What?” Allison asked looking at me.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell us?” Quinn asked

“We wanted to keep it a secrets for a little while to make sure we would actually work out since both our families are friends we didn’t want to make it awkward” Jack answered and I nodded.

I didn’t except him so say that so confidently.

“Well I’m so happy for you two” Allison said hugging me again. She had a big smile.

“Thanks Alli, but today and tomorrow is about you and Quinn not us” I said chuckling.

After everyone said they were happy for us, there attention went back to Alli and Quinn.

“Can’t believe that worked” I whispered to Jack after we were alone.

“Same I didn’t expect them to believe us” he said

Thankfully for the rest of the night the attention was on the soon to be bride and groom.

I stayed with Jack the whole night when we would interact with family members.

Thankfully he was nice the whole night making me wonder why I we never got along.

“You ready to go back home?” he asked me when everyone started leaving.

I nodded.

We said our goodbyes, Allison reminding me not to be late tomorrow morning. We were meeting here at the hotel at 9:00 a.m. where the wedding would take place. They rented out a ballroom. But all the bridesmaids where meeting in a suite to get ready before the wedding.

Jack led the way to the car, we got in and made our way home.

Once we he parked in my driveway. He looked at me.

“Thanks for the drive, I’ll see you tomorrow at the wedding” I said, he nodded.

I got out of the car and made my way inside and in my room.

I did my nighttime routine and got in bed.

I just laid there in bed thinking.

I think I might be falling for him. That can’t happen we’re supposed to hate each other.

…………………………………………………….

I woke up at 7:00 a.m. so I could take quick shower.

After my shower I made my way downstairs to get breakfast before I had to leave. I was glad there was someone at the wedding doing our hair and makeup, so I didn’t need to do that before leaving.

I made myself an omelette and a coffee. Once I was done eating, I went and brushed my teeth. I then grabbed my stuff and made my way to the hotel. I got there at 8:55, I went to the room we were all meeting in and knocked on the door.

Allison’s mom answered the door smiling.

“Hey Y/n, come in” she said

“Thank you” I replied making my way inside.

Allison saw me and gave me a hug

“I’m about to be Mrs. Hughes” she said happily

“I’m so happy for you” I said smiling.

“Here drink this, and you can get your hair done first” She said handing me a mimosa, before shoving me in the direction of the hairstylist, I chuckled

The hairdresser talked to me the whole time along with Jenna the other bridesmaid that was sitting next to me. She was getting her hair done by the second hairdresser. There was two hairdressers and two makeup artists.

Ellen, Jack and Quinn’s mom was sitting on the other side of me getting her makeup done.

“I guess it’s a good thing, Allison and Quinn ended putting you and Jack together to walk down the aisle. Turns out you were dating all along” Ellen said smiling

“I know right” I said chuckling

“I am so happy my son finally asked you out, I could tell he always had a crush on you” she said making me blush. There’s no way Jack had or has a crush on me, he hates me, but she couldn’t know that.

“Me too” I answered smiling.

Once I was done with hair, I got my makeup done. Allison also ended up giving me another mimosa, they were strong, if we keep drinking them I don’t think walking down the aisle will go to well.

It was finally time to put on our dresses.

Allison had chosen a long baby blue silky V-neck dress for the bridesmaids. It was a beautiful dress.

Once Allison put on her wedding dress everyone in the room ended up teering up, she was absolutely stunning.

“Alli, wow, you look stunning” I tell her smiling.

“Thanks Y/n, I can’t believe the day’s finally here” she replied smiling

“Believe it girl” Emma her Maid of honor said, making us laugh.

“Let’s get this show on the road” Her mom said

We left the room and made our way downstairs. We made sure Allison was last and you couldn’t see her until Quinn walked down the aisle. Once he did. We all got in line with Allison last.

I stood next to Jack, I smiled at him, we made our way down the aisle.

When it was time for Allison and her dad to walk down the aisle everyone in the audience stood up. When Quinn saw her, he started teering up. when she made it in front of Quinn, I looked at them and smiled. They are perfect for each other.

The ceremony went on and now it was time for their vows.

“Allison, if anyone would have told me 3 years ago that today I would be standing here, in front of all our family and friends about to marry my best friend, I never would have believed them. You have stood by my side for all the highs and lows, I love you so much and I can’t wait to see what the future may hold for us.” Quinn said Tearing up, same with Allison.

“Quinn, the day we met, I didn’t feel like leaving my apartment, but my friends dragged me out. I can’t thank them enough, because that’s the day I met you. I can’t imagine doing life with anyone else. I love you so much, I can’t wait for all the adventures we are going to have.” Allison said. I whipped away a tear that had rolled down my cheek. I ended up making eye contact with Jack, he smirked, probably because I was tearing up.

The wedding officiator finally told them to kiss.

We all cheered.

I was so happy for them, I hope I get that one day.

It was time to leave the room and go outside for pictures.

We took a lot.

“Y/n, Jack get in here” Allison said mentioning to us to get in the picture with her and Quinn.

We did then she told our families to join which included hers, Quinn’s and mine.

I think she did this because Jack and I are ‘dating’ I’m afraid to know what they’ll say when we fake break up tomorrow.

Once we were done with pictures. We made our way to get food. Before it was time for the party.

“You good, I saw you tearing up during the wedding” Jack said teasing me as we sat together.

“Shut up, it was a beautiful ceremony, it’s not my fault you don’t have a heart” I snapped quietly. He rolled his eyes.

I honestly don’t know what made me snap, I’m just glad no one heard me.

I made conversation with the Jenna, she was the bridesmaid sitting next to me at the main table. I was trying to ignore Jack as much as I could since when the party started I knew I’d have to dance with him.

When the wedding party started Allison and Quinn had their first dance as I stood on the side next to Jack. I was tearing up again along with the maid of honor and bridesmaids.

After their first dance, it was the Allison and her dad, then Quinn and Ellen.

Then it was time for the bridesmaids and Groomsmen, which means I have to dance with Jack.

Jack grabbed my hand and graded me on the dance floor. We started dancing I had my head on his chest and we swayed to the music.

Once the song ended we made our way to our table. I grabbed another drink and chatted with some of Jack’s family.

After a few more drinks I was feeling the alcohol, I danced a lot and I need some fresh air, I saw Jack standing outside the balcony that was connected to the ballroom.

I went and stood next to him against the railing with a Champaign glass in my hand.

“What are you doing out here?” Jack asked when he saw I was next to him

“I just needed some fresh air, what are you doing here?”

“I Just needed to think”

“about what?”

“About how we are going to tell everyone were breaking up tomorrow.”

“I was thinking about that earlier” I said nodding.

“It shouldn’t be hard right, I mean it’s all fake, we hate each other. We can finally go back to hating each other” he said

“Right” I said, that hurt, I honestly thought maybe he’d feel differently. I finished my drink before saying “I should probably go back inside” I said avoiding his eyes.

I went back inside, he came back inside a few minutes after me, but I was avoiding him as much as I could.

Until Quinn noticed and made his way to me.

“Hey, I haven’t had the chance to talk to you yet, are you having fun?” he asked me

I gave him a fake smile before answering “Yes, you guys did a good job at planning this wedding.” He smiled

“Thank you, but it was mostly Allison’s planning” making me chuckle

“Now how about you tell me what’s going on” I looked at him confused.

“what? Nothing is going on, I’m having fun” I said giving him another fake smile.

“I saw you coming back inside, your mood changed, what did my brother do?” he asked

I let out a breath

“Were not really dating, we were only pretending because both our families wanted us to bring dates, and I honestly fell for him while pretending, but turns out he still hates me, so we will be fake breaking up tomorrow” I let it all out and honestly it felt nice to finally tell someone.

Quinn gave me a small smile.

“I know about the whole fake dating thing. Jack told me this morning, he likes you Y/n he just thinks you’d never feel the same way, he’s had a crush on you since we were in high school, he’s just an idiot who can’t admit it. Go talk to him, I promise everything will work out.” Quinn told me before leaving me there thinking.

I looked around for Jack when I saw him getting another drink. I might as well get another drink, I’ll try and ask if we can talk.

I made my way over while he was still there. I grabbed another glass of champaign and looked at him, to see he was already looking at me.

“Can we talk?” I ask, he nodded and we made our way back to the balcony.

“What do you want to talk about?” he asked annoyed

“You told Quinn about us fake dating” I said looking at him, his eyes widened.

“dammit Quinn, he said he wouldn’t tell anyone” Jack said angry about to walk away, but I grabbed his arm.

“why did you? Tell him I mean” I asked

“because I needed to tell someone & I thought he could keep it a secret but apparently not”

“So it wasn’t because you might actually have feeling for me & you just didn’t know how to tell me?” I asked softly

“Dammit Quinn, just ignore him okay, he’s lying” he said

“Oh���umm okay, I’ll just leave you alone then” I said as my eyes started watering. Quinn had given me hope, but I guess I was wrong.

“why do you care?” he asked when I was about to leave.

I looked him in the eyes before saying “Because I was hoping it was true, because that’s how I feel” he looked me in the eyes before putting his hands on my cheeks and kissing me. It took me a second before I kissed him back.

We both pulled away breathing heavily.

“I thought Quinn was lying” I said making us both chuckle.

“He wasn’t, I just didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way.” He said smiling at me.

“well I do” I replied, he pulled me into another kiss.

Once we broke apart, he put his arms around me and looked at me.

“Does this mean we don’t have to break up tomorrow?” he asked smirking

“Not if you don’t want to” I said

“I’ll never want to break up with you, I’ve always loved you Y/n” he said smiling brightly at me

“I’ve always loved you to Jack” I replied smiling. We kissed again but we broke apart when we heard a knock on the balcony door followed by some cheering. We turned around to see Quinn and Allison cheering happily, making us laugh before we went and joined them.

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JackHughes - Yourusername 2 years ago we wouldn’t have thought we’d be here. WE ARE GETTING MARRIED💍🤍

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_Quinnhughes ABOUT TIME!!!

AllisonHughes Here’s Comes soon to be Mrs. Hughes🤍

TrevorZegras Congrats guys🥺

Tysmith Been waiting for this🤩

Nicohichier About time he put a ring on it, congrats you two🥺🤍

Elblue06 So excited to be getting another daughter🤍

Colecaufield to think you two used to hate each other🥺

→Alexturcotte they grew up🥺

Bradytkachuk atta boy jack!!!

Lhughes_06 Finally I couldn’t keep the secret anymore!

Brendanbrisson Your relationship is straight out of a movie!

subanator they grow up so fast😢

[khikokunt]

“why can’t I shift?”

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☆ - some say they have issues when it comes to shifting . and those issues would be them not being able to shift , my biggest concern when it comes to this statement is you shift all the time . when you eat , sleep , blink you’re shifting it’s not just something you have to try super hard to do because what you’re shifting for is already yours. it’s been and it will be. some have harder times shifting because it’s something new to them and it’s not always something they’ve known they can do. for example shifting can be a skill built for some and done by command for others. it all depends on you . and it can have something to do with how much you over complicate it. shifting is seen as such a phenomenon that no one can wrap their mind around when in reality it’s not. it’s been there and it’s as easy as blinking! all you’re doing is taking control of the power you’ve always had , it is shocking if you haven’t always known about it but it’s so easy.

☆ — misinfo is something many dealt with and are still dealing with because of shiftok. shifttok has put many gaps in the community because of the amount of misinfo that’s being shared. you don’t have to sleep in the starfish position or script to shift..all you need is your mind. shifting isn’t surrounded around those things and it never has been! it all depends on you. AND YOU CANNOT GET STUCK IN YOUR DR UGH. you have to stop believing the lies because if you continue to , it could hold your shifting beliefs back. my advice is to stay off tiktok when looking for info because it’s most likely not true and it can be very demotivating. find what’s best for you and not others, this is your shifting journey do what’s best for YOU. if a method works for someone else you cannot expect it to work for you because like i said before , your journey is yours and yours only..your mind might not work like theirs.

honestly i think that’s all for today & yes i rebranded ❥

CIAO PRINCESS , @khikokunt

[mazzystar24]

I’m respectfully about to lose my mind at some of the fandom rn with the way buddie shippers are being treated… It’s like no one understands the whole point of shipping a couple is to want them to be together, so duh if something happens that could potentially lead to that pairing they’re going to get excited and theorize? Yes it’s absolutely important for Buck to explore his sexuality outside of buddie but the way people are trying to say that buddie shippers are homophobic for wanting endgame buddie….. when buddie is literally a queer ship? it doesn’t make any sense to me as a queer person myself because it’s like- y’all do realize that buck dating eddie would in fact mean that he is still bisexual, and that people have wanted thst for years, so A) why are we shocked and appalled at buddie shippers for being happy that they are one step closer to endgame buddie, B) why are we calling people homophobic or biphobic when they are quite literally shipping two men together, C) why are we all acting as if buddie endgame hasn’t been simmering just under the surface for YEARS and that if they were going to give us buddie, then thag means buck and eddie would both have to come oit as queer…

I’ve seen so many prominent blogs in the community who have made posts like “buck’s bisexuality has nothing to do with buddie and you are a horrible human for even insinuating that” and so many people are agreeing??? And not to mention the fact that now these same people are trying to villainize and trash on Eddie when in all honesty Buck’s behavior in 7x04 was NOT okay- physically harming someone because they’re not giving you attention is never okay (and i’m saying this as someone whi ADORES Buck, he still needs to be held accountable.)

It just reads very icky to me that so many people are screaming “bi pride” but then spewing all of this vitriol over a ship that would fit within Buck’s bisexuality…

It worries me that the writers are going to see this negativity from people and they’re going to just completely back-burner Eddie’s character in favor of Buck and it disappoints me because even outside of buddie, a major tv show portraying a repressed gay poc with religious and family trauma would be EQUALLY as powerful as Bi Buck is……

but i guess that’s just people only caring about the queer storylines when it’s about a white man since these are also the people acting like Hen and Karen or Michael and David haven’t been there the whole time

but that’s just me i guess….

I’m bullet pointing not to be curt by the way just because I prefer addressing part by part🫶

1. Agreed like this fandom was relatively peaceful then BAM it fully shifted overnight like in the words of Taylor swift THIS IS WHY WE CANT HAVE NICE THINGS

2. Yesss exactly like I’m very much a dont yuck someone else’s yum type of person so like even ships I don’t like I’ll be like okay respect 🫡 enjoy your fandom space love that for you AS LONG AS THEYRE RESPECTFUL TOO and I’m not gonna lie to you I see the primary source of negativity and stuff in the fandom be people who legit never watched anything other than the bucktommy related content (which I kinda have a whole other rant about but I don’t wanna give you miles and miles to read in one ask)

3. Yes to that 100% - buddie is a queer ship the cognitive dissonance it takes to call someone homophobic for shipping them is honestly fascinating atp, Buck is bi canonically now and y’all do realise that who he’s with or if he’s single even doesn’t take away from that right??? Like the rep is THERE and will always be THERE

4. You worded it a bit weird but I got what you meant (I hope) so anyone who didn’t may require a little clarification, the sentiment of bucks bisexuality being separate from buddie I think is 1000% correct and I agree wholeheartedly that a persons sexuality and their journey shouldn’t be just about their love interests but about themselves as a person, the issue people are taking is that 1. The people saying this are saying it on every buddie post even when the same blogs posting it have 177283 posts talking about buck as an individual and as a bisexual man outside of buddie and bucktommy, so it’s sort of become a weaponised statement if that makes sense 2. The buddie shippers are the ones who have been advocating so hard for the show to give us canon bi buck like that’s just fact no one can deny so to the og fans who’ve been here for YEARS (I’ve only started like 2023 ish so I’m not counting myself there) this must be such a total slap in the face to be receiving so much hate now

5. Oh yeah the Eddie bashers can personally come fight me

6. If I’m 100% honest I choose to interpret the basketball injury as being mostly accidental like I think he got too into it and forgot himself and his own force for a second rather than intentionally hurt Eddie, like it so happens in sports, I think it’s like just the after guilt that made him question himself and his motives, idk that may just be me denying canon because it just felt too out of character for me to believe

7. I think the fake bi pride stuff also irks me BAD like some of these people are looking for very surface level superficial representation and if you don’t push for more and more substantial and meaningful representation then you’re gonna get constant variations of the same exact thing and these are also the same people ignoring every other queer character in 911 which is just🙃

8. Idk how much the writers take fandom into account but I constantly say like if they were to listen to fandom they’d go the route they know people wanted for years

9. YES about Eddie’s character like I made a whole post about gay and comphet Eddie and how meaningful it would be because it’s just so so unique and unprecedented

10.HAHSKDK THE CROSSED OUT PART IS WHAT I JUST SAID BUT I DIDNT READ IT GAJSKDKFM

[whatacaitastrophe]

Everything Has Changed - Chapter 1

Previous Chapter: Prologue

Chapter Song Inspiration: "As It Was" - Harry Styles

Chapter Warnings: none

Spotify Playlist: Here

Chapter 1: Gravity's Holding You Back

“You know, when I first decided I was going to Asha, it never occurred to me that I would be camping again.” Astarion mused with a disgruntled sigh. “I really didn't think this through.” 

“At least we have horses, this time.” Fallon pointed out, patting her own horse’s neck gently after dismounting. Her feet hit the ground with a soft thud and she surveyed the clearing they’d chosen to stop in for the evening. “I think here will be fine. I feel like we haven’t seen another soul for miles.” 

“That could as equally be a bad thing as it is good, though, we all know that.” Gale added cautiously.

Astarion and Fallon look at each other in surprise when Gale speaks. “I’ll– I’ll be sure to be extra thorough when I do my rounds before dinner.” Astarion assured him, failing to mask the surprise in his tone, and Gale just nodded in response. 

Since Mystra dropped Gale on their doorstep a fortnight ago, the ordinarily overly-talkative former wizard had become the exact opposite. The first couple of days were the strangest, when Gale didn't speak to anyone at all. After that initial shock-induced mental breakdown, Gale was near catatonic to the point that there were moments Fallon was not entirely sure he was breathing. Questions were met with a nod or a shake of his head if the question could be answered by “yes” or “no,” but anything beyond that was met with a blank stare (oftentimes at the space on the wall behind Fallon or Astarion’s ears, never looking them in the eye). It was not until Tara appeared the evening before they left that either of them heard Gale’s voice again. 

“Where is he?!” Tara had shrieked at Fallon like a distraught mother. Startled by the presence of the tressym, Fallon did nothing other than point to the guest room with her mouth open. 

“Did you know Gale’s cat could talk?” Astarion asked with a chuckle. 

“She’s a tressym,” Fallon corrected automatically, following after Tara. “And yes, I did, but she never deigned to speak to me the last time I saw her.”

“Gale Dekarios! How dare you leave your mother’s house like that! You don’t say goodbye, you don’t leave a note; you just up and disappear without a word!” Tara was sitting on Gale’s chest, batting him aggressively with her paw over the exact spot where the scar from The Netherese Orb lingers.

“Well, at least he didn’t just do it to you,” Astarion whispered with amusement and Fallon swats his bicep. Astarion frowned at her. “Oh, are we not joking about this yet?”

“Not right this second, no!” Fallon hissed quietly, her eyes never leaving the scene in front of her. 

“Your mother and I were worried sick, and then, when I show up in Elysium to ask that witch where you are, she tells me you’re gone! The way she said it, too, you would have thought you died. I’m not proud of the threats, the begging, I had to resort to just to find out where she’d taken you to. Don’t you ever scare me like that again, Mr. Dekarios!”

“I didn’t want you to worry.” Gale apologized quietly. 

“Yes, because not saying goodbye or leaving a note is absolutely the correct thing to do when you don’t want someone to worry. Honestly, boy, you’re smarter than this.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Not as sorry as you will be when your mother hears from you,” Tara scolded, turning her attention to Fallon and Astarion in the doorway. “You have a sending stone, yes? Bring it here so this idiot can call his mother.”

Tara was all tough love with Gale, but it worked. After the tressym departed, Gale began to at least verbally respond when spoken to, but it was rare he contributed to conversations Fallon and Astarion were having. Most of the time he kept to himself and just read. Fallon honestly was not sure if his silence was because he thought they didn't want him around, or something else entirely. Admittedly, she hadn't taken the time to ask. It wasn't that Gale’s presence was unwelcome, but it was certainly awkward, and that awkwardness was only punctuated by Gale’s relative unresponsiveness. 

At least Gale made up for his awkward silence by doing all the cooking. It was a task that Gale truly enjoyed, something he’d made known the last time they traveled together, so Fallon didn’t feel like they were taking advantage of him by letting him do it. Plus, she had a feeling he was fairly desperate to be of some use to them since he no longer could do magic. 

The surprises continued that evening while they all sat around the campfire, consuming the meal Gale had made for them, when Gale spoke again. “I�� I wanted to thank you. Both of you,” he starts, setting his fork down on his plate. “I know I’ve been rather quiet as of late. Finding words in the wake of what happened has been shockingly difficult. On top of my grief, I suppose you could say I was embarrassed by the way Mystra just…dropped me at your doorstep– which by the way, I can assure you that I did not ask her to do– because out of all the people I hurt in doing what I did, I hurt the two of you the most.” 

Gale averted his gaze from the two of them to stare into the fire, and Fallon immediately took the opportunity to steal a look at Astarion, who looked as shocked as she felt. Before either of them can say anything, Gale spoke again. “Bringing me to the two of you, specifically, Mystra knew it would hurt me. I suspect she knew it would hurt you, too, and for that I apologize. Still, that wasn’t the part I was embarrassed by; the part that made me feel ashamed of myself: it was the way the both of you were so quick to protect me. From her. From myself. You didn’t even hesitate when considering whether or not to bring me along on this journey. After all I’ve done, it would have been all too easy for the both of you, especially you, Fallon, to throw me into the streets of Baldur’s Gate and wish me the best. Or the worst. That’s what I deserved.”

Fallon responded with a noise of disapproval and opened her mouth to interject, but Gale raised his hand to stop her from speaking. “My point is that, despite all I put you through, you’ve shown me an incredible amount of kindness and given me far more grace than I’ve even allowed myself; and for that, I’m very, very grateful. I have no illusions that all I’ve done is suddenly forgiven just because you helped me, but please know I plan to earn that forgiveness in whatever way I can.” 

Silence fell between the three of them again, but it’s already a far more comfortable silence than what they’ve experienced for the last fortnight. “Can I speak now?” Fallon asked, but she also didn’t wait for anyone to tell her yes or no before continuing. “You’re right, Gale, you fucked up. You really fucked up, and I can only speak for myself here when I say this, but you’re also right that I haven’t forgiven you yet,” The wounded look on Gale’s face tugged at Fallon’s heart, because he’d clearly been expecting this. It didn’t make Fallon feel guilty for being honest with him, but it did make her sad that even Gale had come to think so little of himself that he believed he didn’t deserve basic human decency. 

“That said, what Mystra did to you…I don’t care that you went to her and asked her to take away your immortal status, or that you chose to sever your connection to her and The Weave. The way she went about it, and the way she made you choose between immortality and magic altogether, was unnecessarily cruel. I’ve always thought Mystra’s use of the extreme to get what she wants is unnecessarily cruel; ever since she sent Elminster to tell you to detonate yourself to earn her forgiveness. Wizard or not, you never stopped being a human being, and therefore you never deserved her cruelty. You did not deserve what she did to you simply because you hurt me or because of any other mistakes you’ve made where Mystra is concerned in the past. For that alone, there was never a world where I would have left you behind.”

Astarion reached over and took Fallon’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “As someone whose fate was once tied to a different kind of cruel master, I agree. I can’t say I will ever understand what Ao was thinking when they made that one a goddess.” A weak smile appeared on Gale’s face. “Thank you, both of you. Even if I haven’t yet earned your forgiveness, hearing you say I did not deserve Mystra’s cruelty still means a great deal to me. As does your gesture of sanctuary and your company.” 

The rest of their meal was punctuated by small talk, but at least they were all talking. In Fallon’s opinion, small talk was infinitely better than the awkward silence they’d all been suffering through for the past few weeks. Once they finished, Fallon dismissed herself to go wash up before bed, leaving Astarion and Gale behind, and alone together for the first time since Gale arrived. 

Astarion watched Gale closely as the former wizard moved about the campfire, cleaning up after the meal. If he’s being honest with himself, Astarion hadn't completely decided whether or not he believed Gale is as sorry as he says he is. The god version, well, demi-god version of Gale reminded Astarion a lot of Cazador. Perhaps not as evil or sadistic as Cazador had been, but that same conniving air to get what they wanted, with little care to who got hurt in the process, was certainly present. It was the same sort of manipulation Astarion once employed on victims of his own, back when he was forced to do Cazador’s bidding. “Speaking for myself, I haven’t forgiven you yet, either.” Astarion drawled once he was certain Fallon was out of earshot. 

Gale stopped moving and smirked. “I was wondering when you’d say something,” he replied with a shake of his head. “We may not be terribly close, but I’d like to think I do know you well enough to know when you’re biting your tongue.” 

“Well spotted, wizard– oh, sorry. Old habits.” Astarion wasn’t sorry, and he suspected they both knew it. 

“Whatever it is you were waiting to say until Fallon was gone, you’d better say it quickly. She hates being cold, so I can’t imagine she’ll be gone long.” 

Gale’s verbal hit lands, and Astarion’s blood boils at the subtle reminder that Gale knew Fallon as well as Astarion did, and that the man also had her once. Not only that, but that he’d had her first. “Do you remember when we found Scratch near the goblin camp? Fallon immediately invited the dog back to our camp and told him how to find us. Was having a dog around practical, given the situation we were in? Of course not. A dog was another mouth to feed, another living being to protect. Still, Scratch came back to our camp and joined our little party and we dealt with it, because Fallon said so, and helping a creature that couldn’t help itself made her happy. Though it goes without saying that if Scratch had ever harmed Fallon back then despite her kindness, none of us would have hesitated to kill the beast.”

Gale’s body went still as Astarion spoke. “When I look at you, all I see is another stray dog that Fallon insisted on bringing home. I don’t particularly want a dog, but I was never going to deny her so now I have to deal with you being here whether I like it or not,” Astarion stood up and walked over to Gale. While he does not tower over Gale like Halsin does, the height difference is certainly enough for it to be intimidating when Astarion wants it to be. He subtly bares his fangs at Gale. “And if Fallon’s new dog bites her or causes her any harm whatsoever, I will not hesitate to put it down. Do I make myself clear?” 

To his credit, if Astarion’s threats made Gale nervous, it did not show on the other man’s face. “Message received.” Gale nodded as he stepped away from Astarion and continued to clean up the remaining dishes he used to cook. Gale started to leave to take the dishes to the nearby stream for cleaning, but he stopped walking just a few feet away from the campfire. Then, of all things, the ex-wizard laughed softly. “You left out one very key part of that story in your very thinly-veiled threat, Astarion.” 

“Oh? And what part was that?” Astarion asked curiously. 

Gale turned back to look at Astarion with a smug smile on his face. “You may not have wanted Scratch in camp at first, Astarion. However if my memory serves me correctly, on the nights Scratch was not curled up at Fallon’s side, he could be found curled up beside you. Fallon may have brought him home, but you secretly adored him as much as she did.” 

With that, Gale walked out into the darkness with a torch to do the dishes. As Astarion watched him walk away, an unexpected feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. If he didn’t know better, Astarion would say Gale Dekarios had just flirted with him; but Astarion does know better. Doesn’t he?

“What the hells was that?” 

Chapter List

[lover-of-mine]

“Anon who straight up spoiled the loft scene for me last week, can you come back with your thoughts for the rest of the season? I'm curious to see your line of thought and I'm so sorry I doubted you 🩷”

i don’t know if you mean me or not but i DID send you a message recently about how the buddie loft scene could parallel the bucktommy loft scene… i’m shocked that i was sort of right honestly 😭

i know it wasn’t an exact parallel but… the dark warm lighting?? the soft discussion?? the Moment (kiss/hug) in the exact same spot between the table and island?? tommy/eddie leaving with advice to call eddie/tommy?? the final shot of buck letting out a sigh of relief??

gotta be on purpose surely??

i haven’t had the chance to think about the rest of the season yet lmao but in my opinion, last nights episode wasn’t bad for buddie i don’t think? there were lots of lines that could be revisited in the context of canon buddie if they choose to go there, like bobby’s advice, the catholic guilt, “i wish i could help” lmaooooo. and the interviews too! ryan basically saying women are all eddie knows but he thinks eddie will start exploring what he doesn’t?? lou saying it was meant to be eddie/tommy?? so queer eddie was/is on the table, the writers can see that a queer arc would lend well to his character/storyline just like we can??

slightly unrelated, but people are already saying that ryan is against kissing boys lol so that’s why it was bucktommy instead… 1. we definitely know that’s not true and 2. he’s right that a queer arc wouldn’t fit eddie right now? starting s7 he was with a woman but buck was single, so it made sense to be buck even though i wish with every fiber of my being that they had still gone with eddie haha

idk i’m always gonna be hopeful for buddie until the series finale and even then i’m still gonna ship them (save me fix it fics). but i do not understand people closing on buddie, it really feels like they’re keeping the possibility more open than they ever have before for their relationship to change in the future ❤️

Yeah, I'm pretty sure it is you because I think that was the only ask I got about the loft scene paralleling the Bucktommy kiss and I legit was like "dude the anon was right" and had to race here to check kspsksoaksokas I really didn't think they were gonna be as on the nose as they were but they really were and I'm still ???? about because the whole you're not sure of your feelings thing with Maddie and everything with Tommy, Buck still not knowing what he wants but the VERY obvious parallels between both scenes are gonna drive me crazy lol please come back and tell me the thoughts once you figure them out, I'm genuinely curious to see what you think because you did get the vibe right and vibes are the thing that keep confusing me tbh

And honestly, Ryan acts like his main purpose in life is to be allowed to get paid to make out with Oliver, what do you mean he doesn't want to kiss boys? I don't think switching this arc around would work as well as it does for Eddie, I think realistically, freshly single Eddie would be a lot more freaked out if a guy he's known for a few weeks just kissed him, I don't think the progression we are seeing with Buck would work the same way because Eddie sexuality is set up differently, Buck has always been more casual about the physicality of a relationship, we literally haven't even seen Eddie kiss someone besides Shannon until last night. I know it wouldn't be a direct one on one switch, but I think letting Buck figure out with someone else's help while letting Eddie think about what it could mean for him that Buck is a guy and he's dating a guy, and he's dating a guy Eddie has a lot in common with that could get Eddie to be like "huh, maybe they do have the right idea" and look into the possibility of him being attracted to men on his own will makes a lot more sense, if that's the thing direction this is going. It was the impression I got from Eddie's contemplative *huh* upon finding out Tommy is gay, because considering how the show established how similar Eddie and Tommy are, to have Eddie be a little "oh i didn't know this was an option for us" even more since they are finally adding the religious trauma angle to canon, like, we knew, but good to know Eddie knows now too, could lead to something interesting. It's like we've all been saying, Buck's needs to figure out he's into men but Eddie needs to figure out he's into Buck. Buck is already there, and Eddie could trip into the realization whenever they want him to. Dude has been there ever since the end of season 5, Eddie knows how to soul search, he just needs the right trigger. This might be it. This feels like it could be it. It's getting too close to the point for them not to get there. All I know is I will be on the boat until the show ends and then stay on the boat because what if there's a revival and they suddenly decide it's time to make them canon yk? No one will ever take the hope away from me.

Also, thank you for coming back 🩷🩷

[neonacity]

IRIDESCENT | A LUCID SPECIAL CHAPTER [RENJUN VER.]

Iridescent - a reflection of luminous colors that changes when perceived at different angles. 

A/N: After almost a year of updating Lucid with Jaemin’s special chapter, I finally had the time and inspiration to write Renjun’s version. It has been a while since Lucid ended, but consider this a little gift from me for those who still remember the story. Note that this is is connected to my 00′ line series here so it will not make sense if this is read as a standalone. Renjun is also aged up in this chapter (27 yrs. old) since this is set in the future. I reserve all the rights to this work and I also do not claim any likenesses between the actual person and the character in this story. 

Read here for: LUCID SERIES | JENO’s VERSION | JAEMIN’s VERSION | HAECHAN's VERSION

“AND FINALLY, AFTER RUNNING FOR SO LONG, THEY FOUND A PLACE TO REST.”

“Miss? We apologize for keeping you waiting. You can meet the kids now if you are ready.”

You tore your eyes away from the painting you have been staring at to give the elderly woman by the door a kind smile. The pale glow of the winter sun bounced against the white walls of the small room you are in, illuminating the gold-framed artwork that was taking the center wall of the office. When you were first ushered into the school, you weren’t expecting to be welcomed to the principal’s office while the rest of your documents were being filed. Nevertheless, your initial nervousness was eased the moment your eyes set on the said centerpiece which was currently being kissed by the soft gentle light from the open window. You definitely needed it, especially with the usual jitters that comes with starting your first day on your new job.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I wasn’t waiting for a long time,” you answered politely as you picked yourself up from your seat and reached out for your purse. The lady, who you assumed was the principal herself, gave you a kind, curious look before stepping further into the room. 

“Do you like the painting?”

You blinked at her, smile still frozen on your lips at her unexpected question. She gave you a knowing look before nodding towards the artwork.

“You were staring really hard at it,” she observed, causing your cheeks to heat up a little under her gaze. You cleared your throat softly but finally gave a small nod as you adjusted the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“It’s very beautiful. I don’t know anything about art at all, but I think it’s amazing. It’s somehow calming to me,” you said as you glanced at the piece again. As you did, a cloud shifted outside, showering it with better light. The change in illumination seemed to make it glow and you saw details on it that you haven’t noticed before.

It was a very simple art piece—a view of a room with a wide window that opens to a snow-capped landscape outside. The main subject of it, however, was a girl overlooking the view, her gentle back on the viewer. You can't fully explain it, but her stance seemed lonely yet hopeful at the same time, like she was waiting for something... or someone. She felt familiar… almost like a dream you’ve seen before. 

“The head of the school is the artist behind it,” the woman shared behind you. The information made you look at her in mild shock.

“The Head? I thought you are…” 

“Oh, I am the Principal, but the school is owned and managed by someone else. This is his office.”

You quietly processed that. When you first saw the job post for a literature teacher here, your interest was immediately captured by the description of the place. After years of working for a larger academy, you decided to look for a job that is more peaceful to say the least. Raven Oaks is a smaller, private academy that also doubles as an orphanage housing abandoned and abused children in need. It was a fairly new school, too, and so you thought it was the perfect opportunity for you to go back to a life of teaching that is quieter but meaningful still.

Honestly, you didn’t expect you would even get a call back after taking your chances.

“I didn’t expect the school owner to be a talented painter,” you said now, mumbling more to yourself as you looked over the artwork again. “I would have thought it would be mentioned in your academy portfolio if he is this good.” 

“Ah, our founder is a very private person. I’m usually the one he asks to do all the public appearances, if you may have noticed in our profile. Sometimes, I even question it myself to be honest. What can an old woman like me do, right? But he is a very trusting man who has also saved a lot of kids, and so I thought I want to do whatever I can to help him out.”

You nodded slowly. “It is amazing. I have read some stories and I… felt inspired by them. It was honestly the reason why I decided to apply here.”

“And now you’re going to be a part of that help, too,” the woman said as she reached over to give your shoulder a squeeze. “Now, do you want to maybe meet some of the kids? They have their craft classes this morning. We have an amazing art program as part of our therapy sessions.”

At that, your smile warmed and you gave a nod. You shot one last look at the painting behind you before finally taking a step towards the door to follow the other. 

“Yes, I am. I can’t wait to learn more about everyone.” 

*******

“I think blue will look best if you use it on your drawing.”

You watched contently as the little boy took the tube of paint that you offered him from the supply box on the table. After the principal escorted you to the art room, you were tasked to observe the class which is currently in the middle of a mini painting session. The children were currently unsupervised because the teacher had to step out, so you temporarily took it upon yourself to watch over them yourself to help around. The child stared at the paint in his hands now before finally glancing at you with his big brown eyes. 

“Do we have yellow?”

“Oh, do you want yellow? Let me see if we have it here,” you said as you immediately sifted through the other tubes in the box. In your peripheral vision, you saw the kid sit on the small stool across from you to patiently wait.

“Are you a new teacher, Miss Mam?” 

You quickly looked at the boy and gave him a small smile. He looks no older than seven, with black hair that almost falls to his eyes. For some reason, the image of him looking at you so honestly with a curious gaze made a familiar but distant feeling throb fleetingly in your chest. 

“Yes, I am. I am going to teach literature here. Do you like that subject?” 

The boy’s eyes sparkled as he gave a small, shy nod. 

“Yes. I like books. They read us a lot of stories before we go to bed.”

“Oh, really? I promise we will read a lot of amazing books then. Do you have other classes here that you love?”

At that question, the child tucked his head down a little bit, like he was all of a sudden shy. You looked on curiously as he turned his head left and right to make sure that nobody is listening before he leaned over to whisper to you. 

“I really really like art class. I think Mr. Huang is super cool.” 

His words immediately made your hand freeze.  Smile dropping a little, you fought back the deluge of emotions that rushed to the surface of your consciousness at the mere sound of the name. It has been five years since you’ve last connected it with a face so hearing it now almost felt like a dream. You felt a dull throb from deep in your chest, and all of a sudden, you were brought back again to the days you’ve tried so hard to leave behind.

It felt like one of the longest winters of your life. You remember Jaehyun describing the whole thing as a nightmare, one that the pair of you tried so hard to survive. You remember waking up with no memories, and the brutal days that followed as you tried to put back the splintered pieces of yourself that your own mind was trying to shield you from. It was a long fight, one that left you with more wounds the more that you know. In the end, it wasn’t only you who was left scathed by the whole debacle, and you and Jaehyun finally decided to part ways as you tried to find yourself. 

It's been five years since then. Five years after and you’re still here, trying to do the same. 

Five years in, and the mention of a mere name still shatters what you’ve at least managed to fix. 

“Mr. Huang… Is he your teacher?”

The boy gave an excited nod. 

“Yes. He helps us a lot with our projects.”

Unconsciously, your fingers wrapped around the cold feel of the paint container in your palm. A part of you told you stop asking questions, but your lips have a mind of their own.

“Has he been teaching here for a long time?”

“Mm. I think so. He’s really nice. He also sometimes reads us stories.”

You could almost hear your blood rushing to your ears. It can’t be… After so long, it is too much of a coincidence to have the last person you’re expecting suddenly show up in your life.

“Would you… probably know what his first name is?”

“There’s no yellow in that box. Here’s a new one if you want it, Jiwon.”

The sound of a new voice from behind you immediately made your heart stop. Before you even had the chance to turn around, you saw a hand reach out to offer a paint tube to the boy. The latter took it happily, his face immediately brightening as he smiled at the person behind you. Your eyes, however, remained pasted on the gentle, long fingers in front of you… 

And the faint birth mark on his pale skin. 

When he stepped beside you, you felt your world freeze. The colors, the sound, even the air stilled. The only sound left was your own voice, saying the last name you wished Jiwon wouldn’t say in answer to your question. 

“Renjun.”

*******

It was like standing in the middle of a spiraling vacuum. 

You know the world is still spinning on its axis, but in that moment, nothing else mattered to you other than the vision of him and the space he was taking in your universe. He wasn’t looking at you, his eyes set on the boy, and yet even the lack of contact managed to take away the last breath of air in your lungs. When you saw  him smile, the stillness inside of you cracked, like a mirror finally breaking into a million pieces. 

“Sorry it took me too long to get the new supplies. Have you been working well?” 

Jiwon gave a proud nod. “Miss Teacher was helping us while you were gone. But can we have a break now, Mr. Huang? We want to eat snacks."

Renjun laughed softly as he reached out to ruffle the boy's hair. He sounded beautiful… gentle… and yet the sound made you internally flinch as it dragged you back to the rare nights years ago when he would let his walls down around you, his laughter just as soft as he kissed your skin. The memories were so stark that you actually had to take a step back from him to keep yourself from suffocating. You thought you saw him turn his head towards you at your movement, but by the time you looked at him, he was once again focused on Jiwon. 

"Sure. But only for a few minutes, okay? Why don't you bring your friends outside? You can play in the courtyard for a little bit."

The suggestion made the boy’s smile almost split his cheeks. 

"Yey! Thank you, Sir!"

The child gave a quick whoop of excitement before skipping towards his classmates. Numbly, you watched as the rest of the kids scrambled out of their seats as soon as he shared the news of playtime. It was the sound of the door closing that finally pinned you back to the present moment, your heartbeat picking up again as you realized the spot you were left in. 

The silence was so heavy you could almost feel the pressure on your head. All of a sudden, the spacious airy room became too small and you were fighting once again for your breath. You didn't realize that one of your hands resting on the edge of the table had started slightly shaking as you tried to keep yourself from losing your balance.

"Sit down... You need to relax or you'll black out." 

The gentleness of his voice pulled your eyes towards him again before you even had the mind to stop yourself. It was a bad move, because the moment you did, you felt something unravel inside of you. He still wasn't looking at you, but this time, you could see him much better, as if he was the only one you could focus on. 

He had definitely changed. The years have let him grow so much more into his features, the once boyish curves of his face now sharper and more defined. Even the set of his shoulders and the way he stood is different now, his stance steady and sure against the light streaming from the window. Despite that, there was still a gentleness that still remains on the way he carries himself and his eyes still hold the softness that he used to only reserve for you back in the days. 

Honestly, you wished they didn’t anymore.

"What are you doing here?"

Your voice came off so weak that it was surprising he still heard you. He briefly stopped from fixing the paints in front of him before he slowly, finally lifted his gaze to meet yours. When your eyes finally met, you felt torn between running towards him and running away from him. From the way the emotions in his face flickered, you could tell he feels the same. 

"I teach here."

It was the most sensible answer to your question, but for some reason, it was not enough to calm all the emotions consuming you piece by piece at the moment. You wanted to ask a million things, but you didn't know where to start.

Where have you been? 

What happened on the days after I lost my memory?

Where did you and your brothers go? 

Why... did you leave me? 

Renjun looked at you quietly, his eyes shadowed by a look that seemed so familiar yet so distant at the same time. For some reason, you knew that he could see right through you without you needing to say a single word. It has always been like that between the two of you. He has always kept to himself, but his answers are always clearly heard in his silence. 

"What… are you doing here?" You asked again, slowly this time. Renjun tightened his jaw before shifting his gaze, knowing full well the difference in your question despite using the same words.

"I wanted to see you." 

"Why now? Why just now?" 

The tightness in your voice was so raw that for a second, his mask almost broke down. You pushed on, not wanting to give him a chance to try and run away again. 

"I looked for you. For all of you. I looked everywhere and couldn't find a single trace of your family," you said, feeling the words start to bubble up from your chest. "I thought—I thought I was going crazy. It was so painful when I couldn't remember anything, and when I did," you paused, finding the need to compose yourself. 

"When I did, all of you were already gone." 

He kept quiet, though you can already see the strain that he was trying so hard to hold back beneath his front. You wished he would reach out to you, or that you could have the courage to do it yourself, but you felt so breakable at the moment and you doubt he is any different. 

"Renjun—"

"You weren't supposed to see any of us again," he finally said before you could let out another word. "None of us were good for you so we had to disappear from your life. I—," he paused, his Adam's apple bobbing. 

"I had to go before I can hurt you even more."

You looked at him silently, torn between the emotions that were pulling you into different directions all at the same time. You would be lying if you say you haven't wished for this moment to come or how you've rehashed again and again in your head what you've wanted to say to any of them in years. You were angry. Hurt. Lonely. He and his family ruined your life and stole your peace, then left you hanging. You hate how things turned out to be... but most of all you loathe yourself for not being to hate them. Him. 

"If I can, I would have let you go if that's what's really going to make you happy…" 

You internally flinched as the last words he said that day came rushing to your memories. It sounded so clear in your head that it felt like it only happened yesterday. 

"Then why?" You asked in a whisper. "Why did you have to come back now… After so long?"

The look of pain and guilt that crossed his face was undeniable. When he glanced away, you were sure that it was a question he was also fighting with himself. 

"I wanted to just… See you," his voice, though strained, was honest and raw. "It was wrong of me, I know that. It has been so long and I just wanted to have you close again, even for just a bit." 

You let his answer sink in. Oddly, the erratic beating of your heart has started to slow down just as soon as it started, as if his admission has taken off a weight in your chest that you have been carrying for years. There was one question resting on the tip of your tongue that you needed to say, or else, you feel like he’ll slip through your fingers again. 

"Do you like me?"

Renjun paused before slowly raising his eyes to meet yours again. For a second he looked scared, but the expression slowly morphed into that of resolution as he saw the look on your face. At that moment, it truly hit you just how much he’s changed in the years that have passed. This was no longer the boy you once knew, but the man he was always meant to be. 

"No. I don't. I love you.” 

“Even after all these years."

"Even from a distance." 

The way your heart jumped to your throat left you at a loss for words. It was like the ground beneath you and everything else around you dissolved, leaving you and him pinned in a slice of time that none of you really wanted to escape. 

“It took me years to try and see you again because I know how much I've hurt you. But it's not just that," he continued, his eyes telling of the words he can't phrase. "I was broken. I thought for a time that I must only want you because of how I am, but I was wrong. If there's one thing I realized, it's that I love you… Both in my brokenness and wholeness."

"If you do, then why did you run away from me?"

"I didn't want to mess up your life anymore."

"You didn't really make it better by not being beside me for the last five years."

This time, it was him who looked taken aback. Slowly, his eyes lowered, only to rest for the first time on your vacant ring finger. 

"You were wrong… for what you and your brothers did to me…" you said, your gaze still on him as he seemed to process things. "All of you messed up my life. I did try to go back to living it, but I couldn't anymore no matter how much I tried. I didn't deserve any of it, even if none of you knew better back then. I hate what you did to me."

"But I also hate how you're not with me." 

Renjun's face was pale as his eyes remained plastered on your hand. You could almost hear the gears working in his head, but you didn't wait for him to say anything. He didn’t have to. Silently, you took a step back to put more distance between the two of you. 

"You are right. Maybe it is better for us to not cross paths again," you said as you reached out for your bag. "I'll talk to the owner of the school and the principal to retract my application. I… don't want to be in the way. It was nice seeing you again, Renjun."

You have already started walking towards the door when you suddenly felt a warm, strong hand grab yours. Turning around, you looked at him, surprised by the unexpected contact.

"You're not married?"

You had to process his question again before finally replying.

"No. My fiance and I went our separate ways years ago."

The way his eyes glazed over before darkening a little left you feeling increasingly more torn. When you tried to pull your hand away, his fingers only gently tightened around yours.

"Don't go."

"What?" 

"Don't go. The school head won't just cut your signed contract." 

"You don't know that—"

"I do. Because I won't let you." 

Your eyes widened. Slowly, the pieces started fitting in your head. The orphanage… the kids…

The painting in his office.

"You… own Raven Oaks…"

Renjun's gaze dropped to your hand that he was still holding. 

"I started it because I wanted to save other kids from what me and my brothers suffered from before. It was my way of repenting for what our family did to everyone… and to you," he said, his eyes moving upwards to roam your face. You felt your throat start to close up as you listened. 

"When I saw your file in my office, I thought I was dreaming. I was supposed to let you go… but I couldn't stop myself. I just wanted to see you again quickly before letting you live your life again free of me."

Your heart had started thundering in your chest once more. You wanted to look away from the intensity of his gaze but couldn't find it in yourself to do it. No. This time, you want to match his fire with yours. 

"And now? Did you change your mind?"

Instead of answering, Renjun fixed you with a look that made you feel like he was looking through your soul. Slowly, he pulled you in, his hold on you gentle but firm as his other hand moved to wrap around your waist. You were surprised by the fact that instead of freezing in his arms, you melted against him immediately, like you've always been meant to be there.

"Do you like me?" He asked in a low voice as he looked down on you. The way his gaze touched your face made you feel so vulnerable in front of him that you knew lies have no place in this moment. You felt open... bare... 

You were iridescent in his eyes. 

And so was he in yours. 

"I don't know…"

"Do you want to be with me?" He asked a different question, his voice softer this time. You knew he was trying to help you figure out your answer, his hand cupping your cheek gently. You didn’t even need to think twice before giving an answer.

"Yes." 

Your voice, steady and clear, made him finally smile. Renjun had changed so much, but in that moment, you can still see the boy who had loved you in the past in the only way he knew how. Your feelings for him are complicated—changing from different angles—but as he held you now, lips only a few inches from yours, there was one thing you can be sure of. 

You finally being here with him makes all the sense in the world. 

"That's fine. We have time to figure it out…” he said, giving you a smile that you’ve dreamt so many times before. You returned it, slowly and full of hope.

"Together?" 

You asked. 

"Together." 

He promised. 

*******

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[brendathedoodler]

I’ve mentioned once that everyone found out about Twilight’s transformation much sooner in the adventure swap au, but I haven’t elaborated much on who started figuring things out first, or what others might’ve had as misconceptions before he properly revealed it.

So let’s start with the first person to figure it out: Legend. As someone with several other forms, seeing Twilight disappear and a strange wolf reappear with a similar magic signature to his sword? Yup, he figured it out immediately. Didn’t say a word about it to anyone, though. Twi has his right to secrets as much as Legend does. Later, they’d have a spiderman meme moment when Legend catches Twi transforming into a Hylian while Legend is in his mermaid form. Neither says a word about the other’s secret, though.

The second person to figure it out is Wind, if only because he can see Midna. Twilight vanishes and then a wolf appears later with the same minish that hangs out on his shoulder? Yeah, it’s Twi. No doubt about it. Wind does admit that he figured it out to Twi privately though, so it’s pretty calm between them.

Hyrule had a suspicion that Twi might’ve been Wolfie, but he also couldn’t rule out the possibility that Twi just summoned Wolfie or something else like that. He was extremely curious, but didn’t want to pry into his secrets. He respects his companions too much, and would prefer they come to him in their own time.

Proxi figured it out before Warriors did (thanks to both Midna and the magic she sensed from him), but didn’t tell him. Back when the two were traveling together alone, she’d tell him everything she saw, to the point where in rumors about the hero she’d be referred to as his third eye. Proxi doesn’t tattle to Wars about the others’ secrets, though; it was something the two agreed on when they started traveling with the group. Warriors wants to know everything so he can account for it, but he also doesn’t want them to be wary around him and Proxi if they felt she’d go to him for everything. He did find out after doing his own investigations, since he didn’t quite trust this strange wolf showing up randomly. Twilight admitted it to him to ease his nerves and build trust between them once again.

Time was completely and utterly convinced that not only did Twi summon Wolfie, but he used something similar to the command melody to control him, which is why the two were never in the same place. Why did he come to this conclusion? Well, it just made sense to him honestly. He made no effort to correct his misconception and never brought up it up when Twilight admitted it to the group.

Four figured out Legend’s rabbit form well before he figured out Twi’s wolf form. After all, he’s a little pink rabbit with a missing foot, and Legend has the same shade of pink hair and obviously has some secrets about one of his hands. He wasn’t at all surprised when Twilight admitted he was Wolfie, but he hadn’t quite put the pieces together on his own yet.

Wild honestly didn’t make the connection. He hasn’t really seen a wolf before, but he looooves animals. It was kinda weird that Twilight would vanish, but he didn’t entirely notice or realize. He wasn’t incredibly shocked to discover they were the same person, but he was pretty embarrassed because he’d done and said some dumb shit in front of Wolfie. Whoops.

Sky had absolutely no fucking idea. He was completely and utterly oblivious to the fact that Twilight and Wolfie had much (if any) connection, and was the only person genuinely surprised by it when he admitted it to the group.

[taylorhawkins]

I haven't been active on anything lately so I don't know, what kind of hate are the foos getting? also just why? how can anyone give them hate after what they're going through

Hi love ❤️ Ugh, so I haven’t seen it on tumblr, mainly just Instagram & Facebook & YouTube, but there’s been a lot of hate comments towards Josh, and to the band for continuing on without Taylor, calling them greedy and money hungry and saying they don’t care about him. Like??? It’s fucking ridiculous. I did think some of the new music is a little forced sounding - not that they’re trying to rush it or anything but just that they’re struggling to continue without him, which I think is a natural part of the healing process and I’ve seen it in other bands I love that lost a member. It’s not like they just went oh here’s the new guy we’re resuming as normal, they’re honoring him at every show and they made a record dedicated to him, I haven’t seen Dave get through one FF performance without tears since then, and Josh is an amazing guy AND he has the hawk logo all over his drums. And he was friends with Taylor. 🙄

It kinda reminds me of how many people just brushed over the rest of the band when Taylor died and singled out Dave as the only one that could be grieving. Like yes, maybe he took it the hardest since they were the closest, but I seldom heard how Pat must feel despite the fact that he’s lost 3 bandmates now, or how Nate must feel despite the fact that he knew Taylor and loved Taylor for 25 years too, or how Chris and Rami felt despite the fact they were best friends with Taylor too and were just as impacted by him. Like they are very open about how they’re all best friends, and the fact that Josh has stepped in to act as the glue to prevent them from drifting apart and to stick together during such a painful time makes me incredibly happy�� I have no idea why other people see it as a bad thing. And the whole “greed” thing is probably coming from Karens who can’t wrap their head around the fact that most musicians make music because they love it, not because of the money, and that’s why they’re containing on as a band lmfao

I hate to give it attention but it was a lot of comments and it honestly shocked me, I was thinking the same thing. How can anybody be that fucking cruel and senseless after all they’ve been through is beyond me. I guess maybe it’s coming from a perspective of not wanting the band to be different or to see someone else behind the kit, but they have to move on and heal, and it’s selfish for people to not want them to do that. But then again there’s a lot of loonies out there that believe in wild conspiracies or that Dave worked him to death or forced him to do things against his will so who fucking knows 🤦🏻‍♀️

Thank you for the ask 💓💓 sorry I ranted a little there LOL

[kinetic-elaboration]

December 12: Work Shit

Today was such a shitty day. And for the most dumb-fuck reasons too. There was work drama in the morning so incredibly inane I am embarrassed to post about it in a pubic space but the tl;dr of it is that I had no opinions about the thing, but was still the brunt of others’ (an other’s really) annoyance about it. We kept saying ‘it’s not personal’ as we spoke harshly to each but it felt SO personal, and I just couldn’t get over it for pretty much the rest of the day. I am quite sure it wounded me more and affected me for longer than anyone else. I want to be like ‘please don’t do this to me, I am a sensitive flower, I am easily emotionally decimated’ but also like ‘I am not bothered at all (lying), I am strong and fine, I am above this, I am not engaging because there is nothing to engage with.’

Again, there was nothing to engage with. But it just made me feel so shitty. I still feel kind of sad even now, to be honest. I was so bummed out and tired that I took a nap as soon as I got home (after a bus ride sitting in front of someone who was yelling into their phone and kept saying ‘no one can hear me! It’s the bus!’—um? We can all hear you because it’s the bus?). There was probably nothing else for me to do but of course now I am up late because it takes a while to wake up again from a nap, then I am all riled up and easily distracted. So I will go to sleep at a stupid hour again, and also have accomplished nothing with my paltry post-work hours.

Fuck I’m so depressed. This is such a depressing train of thought.

Anyway, yesterday I mentioned at work that I had never seen a single episode of Doctor Who (this is the truth: I think I saw a partial episode on TV, but not even the whole thing) and this shocked my co-worker considerably. She said it was incredibly surprising of me or something of that nature. And I do not know how to take this. I mean, probably what she means is ‘you are known as someone who likes science fiction and is rather nerdy’ and these are true things and also positive reputations to have. But I have literally never given the slightest fuck about Doctor Who lmao. I can’t tell you why, but it obviously doesn’t feel weird to me that I don’t because I never have! Obviously I’ve been in a lot of spaces that are sort of Who-adjacent (fandom, tumblr, nerd-dom, crossover appeal with other stuff I like) but it’s never been tempting or intriguing at all. It’s not on my list.

What I said was just like… a non-answer that sounded like an answer based on my tone of voice. Like, ‘Hmmm, well I’ve seen a partial episode on TV and I’ve seen Torchwood.’ This is all true but does not at all address the surprise or the reasons of my not being interested. I was surprised by her surprise, I don’t have good reasons, and also all I could say would probably read as insulting to Who fans, one of whom was in the room.

I think part of it is, honestly, that my mom isn’t into Doctor Who, and so I did not have anyone getting me into it at a formative time. Not that people can’t get into Who independently and not that I haven’t gotten into things independently but I just… I really think that in this particular instance, if she had been into it, I would have been. My mom being into Torchwood is the reason I watched it (well… 2-ish seasons). She thinks Who is a kids’ show and while it’s probably more a family show, that opinion really influenced my non-desire to watch it.

Another part is that I’m sort of a sci-fi poser in a way. I hate to admit it but it’s true. I love that people think of me as a sci fi fan and I think of myself that way too but I am NOT well read. I’m more like an ST:TOS fan with aspirations to sci fi fandom. This isn’t to say I want to pick up Who (or Dune, the other piece of science fiction I was strangely assumed to be familiar with), but I do want to be more well-read in some classic sci fi literature, as well as be more aware of like modern sci fi stuff. Especially books. There are very few sci fi TV series that interest me. A couple but not a ton.

I also have a weird definition of science fiction which is, it’s science fiction if it FEELS like science fiction to me, personally, the arbiter of all things. Some media are in the sense that they can’t be anything else, I guess, but they don’t feel like science fiction to me and so I’m not interested, which is a weird and irrational and unreasonable thing for me to say, but it’s the middle of the night and I’m sad so there it is.

[theangryjikooker]

https://www.tumblr.com/theangryjikooker/731993396101726208/i-also-felt-the-live-to-be-a-bit-awkward-it

Why do people always go “it seems like they hadn’t seen each other in a while” when Jimin and Jk say certain things? You honestly don’t even have to ship Jikook to know that they probably see alot of each other atleast at the company if u don’t think they see each other outside of work. We know that Jk is extremely busy and with his album preps so he is at the company alot, and Jimin too is at the company alot. So why do u think they haven’t seen each other in while? Jimin commenting on Jk’s weight is absolutely normal cuz sometimes some pieces of clothing make u look slimer, or sometimes we all just comment on the same things over and over cuz it could be shocking while u are immediately looking at the thing you are commenting on. For example, u could tell someone they smell good once, but then later on u get a whiff of them again and comment on it again, not because u hadn’t gotten the smell before but because u just got it again. Same way u could comment on someone loosing weight once and then you see them again and u are still kinda shocked at how much they lost weight and u comment on it again.

Also, Jimin never asked Jk to stay and he said no. Why do y’all spread stuff without fact checking knowing how much hate Jimin constantly gets from taekookers and solos? Jimin was the one who asked Jk to go rest cuz he was tired and sweaty from practice. And you too admin, please try to fact check some information before agreeing with anons who are misinformed themselves. Jimin already gets alot of hate from taekookers and solos who have a boner for twisting his words to fit their own agenda, if we have to discuss stuff, lets discuss things that actually happened and not misinformation or lies cuz u cannot even come to an accurate conclusion with misinformation can u? Here u are thinking Jk said no to Jimin again after the rehearsal thing when nothing of the sort happened.

Lastly, Jk wasn’t trying to be standoffish with Jimin. That is how Jk copes with situations that are kinda uncomfortable for him especially when it concerns Jimin. This alone should show people that Jimin and Jungkook clearly don’t have the same relationship with each other that they have with the other members. We can speculate about the true nature of their relationship but we can all see that the way they act around each other is obviously different from how they act around the other members. Jk has always been the kind of person who would say a no even if he means a yes when he us flustered or shy. He could come off standoffish or cold around Jimin when he is trying not to give too much away. Jk literally told us years ago that he was usually cold to Jimin on camera and ignored him cuz he was shy. This statement alone should make us understand that he “acts” cold towards Jimin when he is shy and that is kinda his defense mechanism when he doesn’t know how else to handle situations or circumstances that fluster him or make him uneasy. Ofcourse this is only a suspicion based on the things he has said and done in the past but i think it makes perfect sense.

We have to try to stop over analyzing these guys actions and words sometimes people. Sometimes they are literally goofing around or making small talk just to keep things interesting and we take those things so seriously. Just like how Jk was obviously teasing Jimin when Jimin asked him to come back and watch him practice and he said no. Jk teases like that sometimes with all the members but pple only wanna make a big deal outta it when it comes to teasing. Before Hobi left for the military Jk told him he wasn’t going to miss him (he was obviously kidding) but no one batted an eye over it. But all hell would have broke loose and all analyzers would have crawled outta their holes if he said that to Jimin. Don’t y’all goof around with your friends sometimes? Don’t y’all tease each other? Isn’t it possible for your friend to ask u to do something and u tell them u don’t feel like doing it? Why are all these things normal in our everyday lives but y’all have to analyze the hell outta these things when it comes to Jikook. Why is it a big deal if Jk didn’t feel like going back to watch Jimin’s rehearsals? Why does that automatically mean he doesn’t care about Jimin? Do u always say yes to everything your partner wants? Do u go with them wherever they want you to go? Does saying no to your partner or friend mean u hate them? Why don’t we apply this examples from our own lives before judging jikook? Some of y’all are coming on here to say alot when u just literally denied your partner sex or something cuz u didn’t feel like it. Did u say no cuz u don’t care for them? What makes some of y’all thing to show that u care for someone, the only word that have to say to them is Yes? Don’t y’all realize how unrealistic this is? Jimin and Jungkook are idols and famous people yes, but they are normal human beings just like u and me so stop thinking there are certain things they shouldn’t do. Real life doesn’t work like that.

Oh my god. Literally woosh.

I’m not even sure where you got half of what you’re complaining about here or how it’s relevant.

If it’s not PJMs and other solos, it’s shippers. Please get the fuck away from me.