#i just. don't you think he's tired?? after everything?? after losing his sister and his mother?

[thenwethrowitonthefire]

Shout-out to everyone who survived a "fun" easter with the family

[ectoplasmer]

i'm supposed to be sleeping but i'm busy sobbing into my hands over ryou for like the fifth time already this week

[rosemary03]

I would like nothing more than to have her here!

Masterlist

—Warnings: +18 nsfw | sexual fantasies | male masturbation | perversion | a lot of semen | vaginal fingering | use of necklaces | face fuck | vaginal penetration

— synopsis: the bleach boys having sexual fantasies about you while masturbating

— Note: don't check it a second time, there may be spelling mistakes, still enjoy, you can read gin ichimaru's part here (I didn't want to include it because I already wrote it lol)

— Ichigo Kurosaki

After a long day at the University Ichigo can finally get home, he was stressed and tired, he needed to relieve that, so he thought about taking a shower, no one was home, apparently his father and sisters went shopping somewhere in the city, it's the perfect environment to relax, he told himself, so he went into the bathroom, took off his clothes and got in the shower, his hair quickly got wet from the almost hot water that fell from the faucet, it moistens his body relieving his tense muscles from today's physical training, the soap makes his abs and big chest shine, everything was going so well, but he couldn't help but think of you, your face flushed and wet from the drops of sweat that fell from your forehead this afternoon, they were both training in their sports class, Ichigo would be lying if he said that your body and curves didn't have an effect on him, the way your body flexed or you tried to hold on to the exercises.

"Shit" he whispers in a low voice, Ichigo was losing control, lately he was thinking so much about you, and that's not bad, he really likes you and he knows it, but having these kinds of obscene thoughts about your body bothered him, you were his friend and you deserved all the respect in the world but he can't help it, he just gets euphoric thinking about you.

Unconsciously his hands slide down his chest to his very well worked abs, wet from the water that falls from the faucet, his cock was already hard and he tried to ignore it, but he couldn't, his hands were already caressing his cock, imagining that it is you who is touching him, his head thrown back by the feeling of relief and pleasure, his lips are parted, whispering curses as his hand slides up and down his cock, he is sensitive especially the head of his penis , every time his hand brushes and squeezes that part he lets out a loud moan, maybe he doesn't realize this since Ichigo is so lost in his thoughts about you, he imagines how good your wet body would feel hugging him tight while your breasts are crushed against his chest, he would have you with your legs around his waist, your head would be buried in his neck, leaving noticeable kisses and bites with your full lips.

Ichigo's face was flushed and obviously wet from the water, you could hear the splash of it as he increased speed, he would like nothing more than to have you here with him, Ichigo swallows hard and runs his hand over his face, his breath catching. it becomes more irregular and he lets out breathy moans with each drag of his fist fucking his cock, he clenches and his muscles contract as his pace increases even more, he was close and he knew that soon the knot he felt in his belly was going to loosen Ichigo grunts as he pumps his swollen tip, his hips shake as his orgasm shoots through him, he cums on his hands and the hot cum that spurted out of him is quickly washed away by the still-dripping water, the boy gasping, embarrassed as he remember what he did thinking of you, but at the same time he is curious and wonders what the next position will be and what your face would look like when you train together again.

— Hichigo Shirosaki (hollow ichigo)

He was always bored in his lonely world, he only had the old zangetsu, he didn't really complain, but he couldn't help but look at you every time he took control of ichigo's body. o Every time you went to visit ichigo, he could see how you spoke to him so sweetly, how you showed him affection with your hugs, he was delighted, Hichigo quickly realized that he was amazed at you, he realized the affection he had for you, even though you had only seen him a few times that he invited you into his inverted world, was nothing more than the "hollow".

Right now he was sitting in one of the skyscrapers in his world, he was alone and he had all the time in the world, so he let his imagination guide him, he wonders how you are dressed right now, if you are wearing the same long skirt with the who saw you a few days ago, remember how well it highlighted your curves and the way it clings to your legs, also imagine how your skin will feel to the touch, he would give you a hug from behind letting his hips collide intensely with your butt , caressing your abdomen with his big hands, he would kiss your ear and then nibble your neck, his warm breath would give you chills in the sensitive part of it.

Hichigo's hands find their way to his pants stroking his still clothed hard penis, he moans from the sudden friction, pressing his hands through the white fabric of his pants, he lets out a laugh at the effect you have on him. hichigo had already masturbated before but it's the first time he thinks of a specific person, and that's you.

He would put you on top of his legs with your hands tied behind your back without any mobility. He wonders how you'd react if he grabbed your ass out of nowhere, letting his hands explore your flesh, squeezing and occasionally spanking. he would pull up your skirt exposing your underwear, he would love to see how your wet panties would stick to your pussy lips, his penis tenses in his pants and he lets out a moan at the thought, Hichigo pulls his penis out of his pants pants, it's hard and wet pre-cum drips from the tip of his penis to the base lubricating a little, one hand gripping his balls and the other caressing his pink head, a growl leaves his lips as his hand slides to up and down his cock, he licks his lips when his horny thoughts return, imagine the way his fingers would pull down your panties, he would use his fingers to play with your folds and your crit, his double digits would bury themselves deep in your pussy shaking his knuckles, Hichigo's hips shake unconsciously, squeezing his cock even more, he feels his orgasm getting closer, his face flushes red and the drool falls from his lips, his rhythm accelerates even more, from the the same way his fingers would fuck your pussy in his thoughts, grunts and loud moans come from his throat, he feels his testicles contract in his hand, while bubbles of cum form on the tip of his cock, wetting to the base and dirtying his pale hands, his body is wet with sweat, his chest rises and falls regulating his breathing, his usual smile returns to his face when he thinks again about what he would do the next time he saw you, would he fuck you with his fingers or use his cock? Hichigo is looking forward to the answer

— Urahara Kisuke

It was already late and of all the boxes they had to organize there were only a few left, Kisuke was grateful that you helped him in the store, apart from the fact that almost everything looked more orderly with you here, he also enjoyed your presence, but today maybe it was too much, he wondered if you were always this close every time you got to work, Kisuke takes a deep breath and his nose fills with your sweet aroma, even though his chest was bare it was too hot in his little shop, maybe it was just him who was he more tired than usual or was it your heat that was slowly killing him.

He can't help but look at you and although he only looks sideways, he feels how his cheeks heat up when he sees you leaning over and appreciating how your butt tightens with the pants he lent you, Kisuke resists the urge to hug you from behind and crush his hips against your ass. His penis tenses in his pants as he realizes how cheeky he's being for thinking dirty things with you next to him.

And as if you've caught him, you turn to catch him looking at you, he quickly looks away and continues with his work, ignoring his heavy cock begging to be released.

"Are you OK? You look a little tired ”you ask, his face was hot and red, most likely you are worried about him.

"If it's nothing, don't worry" he replies a little nervously, he's fucking aware of your presence and he couldn't let you see him like that, not yet.

Urahara is too hot today, luckily the fan helps him a lot by relieving his heat, he tries to concentrate on his work, for a few minutes it works until you touch his shoulder to ask what else you could help him with, it was just a light touch, but that was enough to break his sanity.

"You can go home you helped me a lot today" his voice sounds agitated

"Are you sure? Are you feeling alright?

"Yeah, don't worry about me, you can go" Kisuke gets up quickly and grabs you by the waist, guiding you towards the exit "uh ok, bye!" You say to which he responds with a smile and says goodbye with a hug, as soon as you leave, Urahara runs to his room and locks himself in, the bed sinks when he lies on it, Kisuke tries to calm down but can't, he sighs at his mental defeat by pulling the dick out of his pants, slowly dragging his hand up his hard penis, his ragged breathing is evident and he is grateful for everything that exists that is alone in the store, he can imagine you right now: your cheeks and crotch hot from the hard jumps on his dick you would do, he would love it if you put a collar on him, pulling him by the neck when he's being mean saying "Be nice to me, don't you want a treat Kisuke? Want me to make you cum?" he growls imagining you like this, the obscene way he is imagining you makes his cock throb in his hands, his pants feel heavy every time he pumps the swollen tip of his cock, Kisuke notices the drop of pre-cum dripping from his head facilitating his movements, urahara also imagines the way your breasts bounce off his face, he would be mesmerized, he would love to see how you force him to suck your nipples by grabbing his hair. Using him as a toy, Kisuke moans as he feels his orgasm coming closer and though he thinks it's too early to cum, he remembers the way his cock was begging to be released a few minutes ago, the way you say his name makes his legs tremble. hips stretch and thighs contract, oh no, what were you doing here, you were supposed to be gone, but he's so close she can't stop, his semen shoots out staining her hand and sheets, he stops him movements letting his dick fall on his thigh, Kisuke thinks about how to hide as he feels your footsteps down the hall, even if he covered his dick with the sheets you would know exactly what he did, too bad! I'd better think of something quick before you open the door and see him in a mess.

— Aizen Sosuke

It is one of those afternoons in which Aizen is happy to stay working late with you and although there is very little left until his shift ends, he is grateful that you accompany him so late, your warmth and aroma is something that he enjoys as if it were the first time. Once he saw you, his eyes occasionally turn to look at you, Aizen likes the way your eyelashes light up with the small rays of sunlight that fall through the window, the man recoils from the need to place the lock Loosening your hair behind your ear, that's where His eyes meet, Aizen smiles sweetly in your direction at the way your cheeks heat up, you look away quickly and say "I'll be right back!" and then go out, probably to the bathroom. Aizen continues with his work, ordering some papers that he still has to sign, the fatigue shows in his eyes, but it is not stressful, Aizen takes off his glasses, passing his hand over his face giving a long sigh, he is not a man who is carried away by his carnal desires but how beautiful you are with him, he is spending it. Aizen fixes his hair a bit when he hears you come back, and when his eyes find you, he can't believe what he's seeing, even if it was his imagination, it can't be that obvious, he can tell you took off your bra, clearly he must That may be what has bothered you most of the day working, but he can't help but think that maybe you did it on purpose. Aizen tries not to look, but the way your nipples stick out from your see-through shirt makes his eyes drift only to your breasts. He looks up to meet your sweet gaze again, you give him a shy smile as you arrange your things, everything was ready in the office for you to leave, Aizen would love to take you home but in his current state he's sure he could control himself, at least not completely. They both say goodbye, you kiss him on the cheek, the heat of your lips makes him stiff, when he gets out he goes back to his car, it's almost dark.

And he really doesn't want his thoughts to be guided by what he saw this afternoon, he can even feel your breasts crushing the fabric of your blouse.

Sitting in the driver's seat he makes sure there is no one around him and unbuckles his seat belt, he has to be quick since he's in a public place, so he drops his pants and boxers releasing his cock hard. His eyes are wide just in case as his hand rests on the underside of his cock then gently moves up and down he can almost see you sitting in the passenger seat imagine you would lean down to receive his cock in your mouth, you would spit it out to lubricate it before taking it to your mouth, he would grab your hair forcing you to put its entire circumference in your mouth "do it like this baby..." he mutters to himself, Aizen increases his pace using his pre-cum to relieve the sudden movements he makes on his penis, imagine how hot your throat would be every time he lifts his hips to enter your mouth, he lets out a low breath when he squeezes and mimics the movements he would make to fuck your mouth Aizen feels him getting closer his orgasm, stroking the flushed head of his cock even more, imagine the obscene noises you would make trying not to choke on his penis, your name slipping from his lips as his thighs quiver with pleasure from the pleasure coursing through him, he cums from the blushing tip to his testicles, it takes him a second to catch his breath, this is the first time he has been carried away by his carnal thoughts, he realizes the strong control you have over him, maybe he should enjoy his fantasies more often, though It won't be necessary because he's determined to have you.

— Hirako Shinji

You say goodbye to Shinji with a hug and return home, you had stayed the night because they went on a trip and since it was very late he offered you to sleep at his house.

Shinji closes the door, his steps are slow on the ceramic tiles of his apartment, he lets his body collapse on the sofa, hugging his shirt that he lent you to sleep in, he sighs and smiles remembering how cute you looked in his shirt , he barely realizes how often you appear in his mind, maybe he thinks he's in love with you... But that's impossible, they're friends and he shouldn't, right? At least that's what he tells himself, the way he can remember the sweet smell of your perfume doesn't help him, he knows he shouldn't do what he's doing right now; moving his clothed penis up and down with his hands, he feels embarrassed for thinking like that about his friend but even knowing that, he can't stop this time, his eyes return to the shirt I lent you, he remembers that you were only wearing your panties underneath, he could see your nipples squashed against the fabric of his shirt, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he pressed the material to his face, inhaling the faint scent of you that was garnished on it. So he drops his pants and starts touching himself.

He curses under his breath as his hand makes slow motions on his penis, watching his hard cock, Shinji pumps the swollen head of his penis to collect the pre-cum that forms at the tip. He imagines you in the same baggy shirt I'm lending you, you'd be sitting on your back on his cock while he guides the movements of your hips, his big hands hugging the curve of your hips, Shinji bites his lip imagining your pussy squeezing his penis, he he would say how wet you are and how good you feel inside, he would make you lie down, pressing your back with his chest, he would move his hips against your ass fucking you slowly, imagine also the way your full lips are pressed against his, he plunges his tongue into your mouth savoring yours, he would only get excited if you bite the part where his piercing is.

Shinji moans from his throat as his hand picks up the pace. "Your lips taste so good..." he says as if you were really there with him, in your fantasies you beg for his attention, asking him to please fuck you harder, screaming and moaning his name with your sweet voice, I want to leave marks on your body, a proof that you are his and his alone, his Adam's apple bobs every time he swallows, beads of sweat fall from his forehead and his blond hair is messy, he chokes on a groan when his hand rests on him. he fucks the sensitive part of his penis, his semen shoots out but it doesn't stop, he continues to overstimulate his lubricated cock with his semen, carrying his euphoria still imagining that it's you he's fucking, his jaw clenches and when he feels it's He stops your movements too much, he regulates his breathing thinking about what he did, he feels embarrassed for doing this, he looks totally messy, his hair and body are sweaty, he wonders what you would think when he saw him like this. he probably should stop thinking about you like that, but he knows he can't stop.

[rayshippouuchiha]

Hiya!

I've been having too many fandom thoughts in my mind (which is honestly not a good moment for, I have first exams next week lol) but I have been in a Bleach binge for the last two weeks, and also I've been watching the Mandela Catalogue (which, if you like analog horror, you should definitwly see it bc it is spectacular) and I have many hc for the series.

Basically, the videos include a type of supernatural beings called "Doppelgangers", which are able to imitate humans, invade their homes and kill them.

There are a couple of types of doppelgangers depending of how alike a human they are, but honestly I see them as eldritch shape-shifters.

One of the things I've noticed in a couple of videos and that I hc now is that they don't attack unless attacked first (but what they do... Well, it's pretty horrible), sooo... I mixed things and got a Plot Idea:

After the war with Aizen, Ichigo lost everything he was and everything he cared for, leaving him entirely on his own.

Everybody moved on without him, leaving him stranded in a turbulent storm he is starting to believe he can't survive without help. But nobody is left to lend him a guiding hand anymore. Without two thirds of his soul, he's slowly starting to wither; losing himself bit by bit one day, one betrayal at a time.

One night, Ichigo lay in his bed trying futilely to sleep and just managing a bare doze, house empty because his sisters are either in the Shoten or staying at a friends house and Goat-Face who-cares-where, he's all alone.

Except, when he opens his eyes, he's staring directly at a face.

His own face, in fact.

His apparent twin just stares at him, a weird grin a hair too big for his face, saying nothing.

Ichigo has heard about the doppelgangers before, of course he has, with every little town on alert because of the disturbing murders that are happening because of these monstrous creatures.

But he's just tired. He's just a human, and all strength he had left, his supposed friends and family had taken it away.

He doesn't want to fight. Not anymore.

He scoots over to the side of the bed, and mumbles something along the lines of "close the window, go to bed, wanna sleep".

The last thing he feels is the warmth of his room and breathing on the back of his neck.

Or where Ichigo is adopted by an Otherworldly shape-shifter, gives him a something to fill his void-like soul, making him a one of Them too, and when he learns how to change shape, the first form he takes becomes his default state: a shadow.

Because Ichigo has become a shell of his former being, a shadow of himself.

He finds no better irony.

(Sorry for the long ask! What do you think?)

Obviously this is super duper late but fuck i love this and i want to read it

[agi-ppangx]

💭fake dating (100 followers special)

chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

"yn, it's 7 in the morning," changbin mumbled after he opened the door, rubbing his tired eyes. "what's so important that you're already here?" he added, looking at you. you took a moment to stabilise your breath and when you did, you instantly started to ramble. "you remember this guy i was kind of dating recently? well, we kind of broke up and now i need someone to go with me and attend my sister's wedding. and that's why i'm here - will you please go with me as my boyfriend?" changbin's eyes were wide open right now, his face full of shock. he looked like he was seriously taking this into consideration, but then a simple "no" left his mouth. "binnie, please… i'm her maid of honour and i promised my family i will bring my boyfriend and now the wedding is in a few days and i really don't know what to do. if you want i can even pay you, just please help me from embarrassing myself in front of my family," you desperately pleaded, though you were starting to feel defeated, losing your hope.

it's not like you cared so much about what your old aunts and cousins are gonna say, but you told your sister months ago that you'll bring your 'other half' to her wedding and now it was too late to change your mind. except you didn't have an 'other half'. in the past few months you've dated three different guys but none of them stayed with you longer than a couple of weeks. something just didn't click, so now you were all alone, feeling hopeless and you started wondering what your excuse is going to be.

changbin was examining your face carefully. he noticed your sad expression and he sighed loudly. "don't you think it's going to be weird? y'know, you introducing me as your partner…" you looked at him dumbfounded and let out a slight chuckle. "bin, c'mon, we've known each other for four years and we've done so many silly things together. it's just gonna be two days and that's it. please, i'm desperate," you didn't give up. you noticed his expression getting softer and finally you heard him mumble. "fine. but after the wedding i expect you to take me to some fancy restaurant." you giggled at his words and trapped him in a tight hug, thanking him over and over again. he huffed a soft laugh, amused by your behaviour. you eventually let go of him, letting him breathe. "i'll text you all the details. thank you once again, i owe you!" you exclaimed, leaving his apartment.

you picked him up on saturday morning and drove to the wedding hall. you explained everything to him - where's his changing room, at what time he should be ready and where you were going to be in case he needed your help. as a maid of honour you were supposed to spend the whole time with your sister, helping her with make-up and outfit.

the ride was peaceful, you two didn't talk much, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable. it just felt right, listening to music in a car with changbin, occasionally cracking a joke. you didn't notice, but as you were focused on the road, changbin was stealing glances at you from time to time.

"okay, this is your room - you can leave your things here and get ready," you told him when you arrived at the hall. "i'll be there, down the corridor. if you need me, just text or call me," you added and changbin nodded. you waved at him with a soft smile and soon disappeared around the corner. he stood there for a while after and then shyly entered the room in order to get ready.

at the same time you struggled with your dress, desperately trying to get it on as quickly as possible. it wasn't your style at all, if you were picking it, the dress would look completely different, but since your sister was in charge of the outfits, you had to agree to wear it. besides, it was only for a few hours, so you figured it couldn't be that bad. "yn, someone's calling you!" you heard your sister say from across the room. she was sitting in front of the vanity table where you left your phone. you quickly managed to zip the dress and rushed to pick up. "hi binnie, do you need anything?" you said as soon as you heard changbin mumble your name. "yeah, um… that's quite embarrassing, but is there anyone who could help me with my tie?" he blurted with a faint huff. you giggled softly at his words, finding it oddly endearing. "sure, can you give me like two minutes?" you asked and changbin responded with a simple "mhm" before he hung up.

you knocked at his door only a few minutes later and when you heard changbin's voice, you entered the room. you saw him sitting hopelessly at his bed, his tie loosely hanging from his neck. changbin looked up from his phone and his jaw immediately dropped when he saw you in your gown. "are you sure it's not you who's getting married? you look stunning" changbin whispered the last part, his shocked expression made you laugh out loud. apart from the dress your appearance was rather messy - you were wearing a random pair of sneakers, your hair and make-up was undone and overall you looked miserable. but somehow changbin still reckoned you were the prettiest, though he didn't vocalise his thoughts. "okay, show me this tie," you hummed and changbin stood in front of you. you took a quick look at what was happening and you went to work. you started from the scratch, carefully forming a knot and when you finished you slightly adjusted the tie on his neck and smoothed the fabric of his suit. when you looked up you met changbin's eyes and for a brief moment everything around you stopped. it felt as if something shifted, though you weren't exactly sure what it was. eventually, you cleared your throat and took a step back. "i think i- uh… i should go get ready. i'll see you in a bit," you uttered and quickly made your way out of the room before changbin would say anything. your face was burning and you were sure no amount of foundation and concealer would be able to cover the evidence of you blushing.

changbin was way too good at talking and entertaining your family. within the first hour he was able to make friends with half of your cousins and gain the approval of your parents and aunts. "you make such a cute couple!", "i suppose you're next in line, right yn?", "his eyes say everything!" you heard from them and surprisingly it didn't make you uncomfortable at all. in fact, it strangely felt right, with changbin by your side holding your hand and placing a soft peck on your temple from time to time. god, what was happening to you?

"i think we're quite good at this whole fake dating, don't you think?" changbin asked you later when you were dancing to a slow song some of the guests picked. his arms were secured around your waist while you laced your fingers around his neck. you faintly smiled at his words, his piercing gaze was making you shy. you felt this weird urge to take him far away from all of those people and kiss him until both of you would run out of breath. "what are you thinking about?" he hummed, his soft voice bringing you back to reality. "you," you responded simply, gathering all of the courage in yourself. now or never, you thought. changbin's eyes widened in disbelief, but shortly after a smirk appeared on his face. he understood. you leaned a bit, stopping halfway through as if you wordlessly wanted to ask him for permission. changbin was quick to respond and closed the gap between you two. for the second time this day you felt as if the world stopped around you, but you didn't mind at all. after a long while you two broke the kiss but didn't really pull away from each other, your foreheads touching while you were still swaying to the music. "i suppose it's me who should take you to a fancy restaurant now, am i right?" changbin giggled, making you blush.

feedback and reblogs highly appreciated🫶🏽

[cumsuga]

Grey Areas

taehyung x fem!reader

genre. implied smut, fluff, angst, romance, non-idol!au, twin!taehyung, BIL!taehyung, widowedmother!reader

Your husband is dead, now you're trying to avoid the man that looks exactly like him. The only problem with that is trauma bonds people, sometimes in more ways than one 

warnings: spouse in the military, death of a spouse, mentions of decapitation, sleeping with your brother-in-law, grief, implied unprotected sex (Be safe and be smart; please use condoms), infidelity, smoking, light drinking, taehyung may or may not be in love with his sister-in-law aka reader, you're a mama (no drama)

word count: 5k

18+ (Minors DNI)

A/n: First and foremost, thank you, @vintagedtae and @cxffee-addxct, for testing/proofreading; if I could give you two kisses, I would! I really needed the feedback. I don't know if I will make this a series because it differs from anything I've ever written, but I really like it. If anyone has seen the movie Brothers, it inspired it. I really hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy Twin Taehyung! Thank you all for reading and interacting with it. Please like and reblog! 💜

On January 30th, 2023, you received a knock on your door that would alter your life forever. 

You met your husband when you were ten years old. He was sweet and gentle, and you knew you would get married when you two got older. When you turned 18, he joined the military as a combat medic. He would always tell you he wanted to be a real-life superhero. At 22, he asked you to marry him. It was a beautiful beachside wedding. At 23, you gave birth to your son; you never saw yourself as a mother, and sure, Azra was a handful, but you were happy. By 25, you were a widow, watching as they lowered your husband into the ground, holding your crying son. 

The date was February 14th, the day he was supposed to come home, but you didn’t think it would be in a casket. You weren’t allowed to see your husband one last time. You were told they had gone out on a medevac mission when their helicopter was shot down. In nicer words, they told you your husband was decapitated, and they never found his head. And that was the image you would have to live with forever. The image of your decapitated husband never coming home. 

On the day of the funeral, his family showed you and your son so much compassion. His older twin brother, Taehyung, held your hand as he was lowered into the earth. Everyone expected you to be a mess, but no one knew that you and your husband prepared for this.  He talked about it often to desensitize you. While his dying in combat was always a possibility, you never thought in a million years that what you two spoke about in private would become a reality. So while internally you were destroyed, on the outside, you were stoic, unphased even.

After the repass, you watch quietly as everyone leaves. The only person who stayed was Taehyung. He told you he stayed to help you and that it was customary for someone from the family to stay with the widow while she grieves. Since he had no female siblings, his mother asked Taehyung to stay. 

“Hey, why don’t you go lay down?” he asks, taking a sleeping Azra from you. You just look at him, the dark circles under your eyes prominent. “Okay, I’m going to put him in the nursery, and I’ll be right back.”

It was silent when he walked away. Quiet enough for you to finally hear your thoughts. The inner turmoil is finally getting to you, and at this point, you are far too tired to hold it in anymore. So you let it out, sobbing loudly into the chaise. When Taehyung hears you, he bolts, the need to comfort you overwhelming him.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Everything is going to be okay,” he says softly, cradling you in his arms. You pound your fists into his chest, angry at the world for taking your person. Eventually, you lose the energy to continue, balling your fists into his shirt. After what seemed like forever, you passed out in Taehyung’s arms.

Taehyung sighs in relief. What did he know about comforting anyone, let alone his younger brother's widow? What was he supposed to do to help you? Nothing he could say would ever bring him back, and telling you everything would be okay would only comfort you for so long. And who would comfort him? He lost his best friend since birth. He wasn’t like you, though. He never kept it bottled up. When you called to let him know, he dropped to his knees, sobbing loudly into the receiver before hanging up. He cried every day leading up to the funeral and even at the funeral, but no one told him that they were sorry for his loss. They only focused on you and his mother, but what about him? What about how he felt? He lost his identical twin brother, someone he spent every day with for 18 years. He had always held a little resentment for you for stealing his best friend, but right now, he loathes you. You weren't the only one hurting. He didn’t even want to stay here with you while you grieve. He begged his mom not to make him but was met with a slap to the face.

Nonetheless, he picks you up gently and carries you to your room. He sets you down just as gently as if you would break if he weren’t careful. He grabs the blanket at the bottom of your bed and covers you with it, tucking you in. He stands over you, admiring you briefly. He hated you for many things, and one of them was for being so pretty. He pushes the thought away, too inappropriate considering what is going on, before turning to leave. 

“Sujin?” you call out to him. Your dreams came true. He came back to you, “Come back to bed, don’t leave me again.”

“I’m not Su-” he can't finish the sentence. You won’t let him. You desperately want it to be your husband. You know deep down it isn’t him, but lying to yourself will help with the giant hole you have in your chest right now. 

“Please, Sujin… I’m scared.” it comes out so weak and pathetic that it genuinely pains Taehyung to hear. His heart breaks for you, the hatred he had for you dissipating. But he still doesn’t turn to face you,  so you plead for him again.

“Close your eyes…” he says softly. Taehyung decides to do this for you just once. He knew that it would hurt you more if he just walked away. It would hurt him just as much to pretend to be his brother, but he just wanted you to sleep. “Tell me when they’re closed.”

You tell him, and he walks slowly to the bed. He cups your cheek and runs his thumb against it softly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you…” You lean into his touch, and he joins you on the bed. “Let’s go to sleep.”

Taehyung takes you in his arms once more on this terrible day. You bury your head into his chest, and he strokes your hair. He swears he felt you kiss his collarbone, but he chalks it up to you being delirious. He wants to hate you so bad, but to hate you would be to hate a piece of his brother. He wants to get up and leave you to wallow in your sadness, but he knows that isn’t what Sujin would want. Taehyung hasn’t felt so conflicted in his life, but what he is sure of is that seeing you call out for your husband hurt him more than he expected. And what he was absolutely sure of was that he would never let you cry like that again.

When you woke up, you felt arms wrapped around you. So you turned slowly to see who it was, and the face you saw excited you, so you cupped his cheek softly. You moved to peck him gently and realized who it was before you did. You knew it wasn’t Sujin because of the small moles under his eye and on his nose. So you jolt up, startling Taehyung in the process.

“What hell are you doing in my bed?!” you move away from him quickly. Taehyung is rubbing his eyes, looking around at where he is.

“Where am I?” he seems confused about where he is and who you are.

“Taehyung, why are you in my bed, let alone in my room.” You stand up and make a lot of distance between the two of you. You turn to face the door. The last person you want to look at is Taehyung. Right now, you hate the fact that he looks exactly like Taejoon. It makes you physically ill to look at Taehyung. But before you can dwell on that for too long, Azra is crying. You look towards the nursery sighing. "Anyways, get out of my room and go home.”

He nods and gets out of bed, “I’ll get the baby. Just rest, please.” He’s noticed you refuse to look at him, and he can’t be sure why, but it hurts him a little.

“No! No, I want you to leave, Taehyung. Please.” he moved back into your line of sight, so you turn away and walk to the nursery. Taehyung follows behind you.

“I can leave you alone, but I’m not going. I told my mom I’d stay for the next couple of weeks.” He takes Azra from you, and you move to take him back but are immediately deterred by his face. “You know you’re going to have to look at me eventually. I’m his uncle, I’ll be around…”

You sigh in defeat but still don't look up, “I don’t think you’ll ever understand how hard it is to look at you, Taehyung. It hurts... And I don’t want to cry anymore.”

He scoffs, “You’re not serious, right? I don’t understand? I have to do is look in the fucking mirror and be reminded of my brother. Someone I shared a womb and room with almost my entire life. You’re not the only person hurting.” he leaves with Azra to the kitchen, and you're just standing there. You want to yell at him, but you don’t want to upset the baby.

You knew part of you wished that Taehyung was Sujin and that life was normal. You thought it was unfair that you had to go through this. But he’s right; he isn't the only one hurting. You’d been so selfish with your grief that you weren’t allowing anyone to join you in it. And he was also right that you’d have to look at him eventually, but you'd deal with that when the time was right. Right now, all you want is your son.

“Can I have Azra, please?” Azra coos out a little mama when he sees you, and Taehyung looks over at you and then back to Azra as he feeds him his banana baby food. 

“Um, we're having nom-noms right now. Right, Azzy? We’re having nom noms?” Azra giggles, repeating the word, and you wish you could be in his shoes. Living his baby life with no concept of death. You stared at him and realized one day, you’d have to tell him about his father, and tears welled up in your eyes.

“Taehyung, I don’t need your help. I need you to leave, please. You can come over later, but I want to be alone now.” You take Azra out of his high chair and walk towards the den. “We can discuss why you were in my bed after I take Azra to daycare, then you can come with me to pick up some of Sujin’s things from the base. Come back in 2 hours, I’ll be ready then…”

Taehyung reluctantly agrees. He’s scared to leave you, in all honesty. Sujin had mentioned to him about your past struggles with your mental health, but he didn't want to come off as he couldn’t trust you. He wanted you to know he understood what you were going through and was there for you and Azra. 

You watch through the curtains as Taehyung pulls out of the driveway and drives off into the distance. You turn back to the living room and look around. You feel… empty. You knew that grief never grows smaller with time and that life grows around grief. It was such a cliche analogy, and it helped you when your grandmother died, but this was different. You and Sujin talked about getting old and grey together. About watching Azra graduate high school and college, get married, and have children. Now, it was just you, no Sujin, to help with the woes of parenting. You, at 25, are a widowed mom of one. You’re going to miss hearing the sound of him breathing when you lay your head on his chest. You’re going to miss the way he kissed you, held you, and made love to you. You would miss the way he would quote Napoleon Dynamite at the most random times. You were going to miss him. Plain and simple. You wish you had time to grieve but couldn’t because you had responsibilities. So you pushed yourself to keep going because of Azra.

About 2 hours later, you pull into your driveway, returning home from taking the baby to daycare. Taehyung is already there, waiting outside, smoking a cigarette. The feeling of annoyance was brewing inside you. But then you push the feeling away because how could you be annoyed with someone just trying to do the same thing you are; grieve. So you get out of the car and join him on the stoop. “Why are you waiting outside? You know where the house key is. It’s the middle of fall; it's cold.”

“I didn’t want to be reminded of him right away.” he takes a drag, handing you a coffee he picked up on the way back to the house, which you happily accept. “Your house smells like him still. It’s weird.”

You nod; he’s not wrong. It does smell like him, but you like that. You didn’t want to forget that smell. “Yeah, I know. It is kinda weird, isn’t it.” you chuckle softly. He smiles at you, and you meet his eyes finally. You feel something weird, something that makes you blush. He looks away quickly, taking another drag of his cigarette as he stands before flicking it. “Let’s go get my brother’s shit.”

An hour later, you finally leave base with the bit of stuff your husband left behind and some paperwork explaining how your benefits will now work. You don’t even care about that stuff, especially because this wasn’t how life was supposed to be going for you. You get back in the car and give Taehyung the box. “I have to go meet with a lawyer about his will. I need a witness so they can open it. Would you like to come?” He nods, and you drive off.

“So why were you in my bed?” you ask, looking over to see his cheeks are now rosy.

“Well, after you passed out from crying, I went to put you in bed and..” he looks worried; he doesn’t want to embarrass you. 

“And???” you press. 

“And…” He sighs, “And when I went to leave… You confused me with Su, and I didn’t have the heart to stop you, so I held you until you fell asleep. However, anytime I moved, you’d grip me tighter, so I fell asleep with you…” He rubs the back of his head, and you know he’s just as embarrassed as you are. “I know it was inappropriate, but you wouldn’t let me leave..”

“Oh..” the silence that follows is extremely awkward. “Well, thank you for staying, I guess..”

“Yeah, don’t mention it. Literally.” He chuckles. 

The drive to the law office is quiet and gives you time to think about what his will could say. It’s strange, though, because he never told you about it. You just assumed when he died that everything would go to you and Azra by default, but knowing he had a will scared you. Because what could he possibly have to say?

“We’re here..” you don’t move, not even to unbuckle yourself. Your hands are gripping the steering wheel so hard your knuckles are turning white. Your heart feels like it’s going to explode. Taehyung takes your hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

“Calm down, nothing can get worse. I know my brother. He’d never do anything to hurt you.” You wished it soothed you to hear those words, but his brother had done something to hurt you. Of course, it wasn't intentional, but it hurt nonetheless.

“Taehyung, your brother has done a lot to hurt me. None of them like this, though. This one he can’t fix with flowers and chocolates.” you say, half giggling, the other half getting choked up.

“Listen, I know this seems like the end of the world, and trust me, it sure as fuck feels like it. But let’s be realistic. You’ll eventually grow to deal with the loss of my brother. You’ll move on with your life, find some awesome guy, and fall in love with him. You’ll probably even get remarried. Realistically, of course.” you just look at him. The way he could say the most asinine shit you’ve ever heard honestly pissed you off.

“Why the fuck would you say that to me right now? I just buried him yesterday. Are you dumb? Please just shut the fuck up until I tell you to talk.” You finally move to get out of the car, slamming the door behind you and mumbling about how much of an idiot he was.

But that was the thing; Taehyung wasn’t stupid. He just says ridiculous shit. In fact, Taehyung graduated cum laude from Stanford, which is why you can’t understand why he doesn't think before he talks. 

He sits in the car briefly before coming out and following closely behind you. You two walk into the law office. The receptionist says she’s expecting you and leads you to a small conference room. “I’m nervous…” you sigh, fidgeting.

Before long, a tall, tan-skinned man walked in. He explained the legal jargon and then allowed you and Taehyung time to read over the will. But that's the thing: It wasn’t a will; it was more like letters to people in his life. You found the page for Taehyung and handed it to him. It wasn’t long before you heard sniffling coming from him. You smiled at him. You thought it was sweet how vulnerable he could be.

One page was dedicated to you, telling you all the passwords to his socials and bank accounts, where he had hidden money for Azra, and that he was sorry, but that was all. Nothing else was there. No, I love you, no, I’ll see you again someday, nothing. It was like all you were to him was a vessel to carry and care for his child. To say you were hurt was a complete understatement. But before you could take in the reality of what was happening, you found a page for a woman named Natalie. It describes how much he cared for her but also how much he regretted cheating on you while you were pregnant. He went on to tell her about the life he had imagined with her during their affair, but when you gave birth, it gave him a new meaning in your marriage and that he was sorry they ever got involved. He left her a small amount of money; it wasn’t said for what, only that she would understand what it was for. You only knew of one Natalie; you all went to high school together, but the last you heard, she moved to Los Angeles and hadn’t been back since. There was no way. This had to be Sujin’s idea of a joke. There was no other explanation.

You wanted to know when he even had time to cheat? If he wasn’t at work, he was with you. You try to think of any time he was not with you, but then you remember that he started going to the gym more often during your pregnancy. You thought nothing of it. He was in the military, for god sake. And you held on to that notion until you spotted her walking into the office.

“Hey, what does yours say? Mine tells me to take care of you and Az, and he finally admitted he broke my Donatello figure when we were younger. Plus some other stuff, but that's private.” He chuckles. He must’ve noticed your eyes glazed over because he waved his hand in front of your face. “Helloooo, anyone home?”

“He cheated..” is all you could squeak out. It’s almost inaudible.

 Taehyung doesn’t want to believe that you just said, “What? How do you know that? Let me see.” he snatches the papers from your hands and reads them repeatedly. “No way, Joon would never do that.”

“He did, and she’s here. The blonde woman you see in the lobby. Thats her… I don’t think she knows I’m here, nor was I even supposed to read that. I don’t think he meant to put it in there.” You both sit there in silence; before you know it, you’re storming into the lobby.

She looked shocked to see you, like she didn't understand what you were doing there. “y/n, what’re you doing here?”

“What the fuck do you mean what am I doing here? What are you doing here?” You scoff. You can’t believe this lady. She has the nerve to question you like you’re the mistress. So, you do the most logical thing you could do in any law office. You slap the shit out of her. “So you like fucking married men while their wives are at home caring for their children? Huh? Huh? ANSWER ME!”

She looks terrified and confused, clutching her now red cheek. “Married. He told me you two were divorced and that he only wore his ring to keep appearances with his parents.”

“Oh please, you can’t be that fucking stupid. YOU WENT TO FUCKING BERKLEY! You knew; don’t play dumb with me!” You are furious and yelling so loud a crowd is starting to gather. Taehyung comes up behind you, trying to calm you so he can get you outside, but you’re struggling in his grip. “HEY EVERYONE, HIDE YOUR HUSBANDS NATALIE STARK LIKES TO FUCK MARRIED MEN. NO, LET ME GO TAEHYUNG!”

“Nope, it’s time to go,” he says, flinging you over his shoulder.

Taehyung finally got you into the parking lot, but you still weren’t calm. He didn’t know what to do or say, so he lit a cigarette and handed it to you. “Here, it helps with the stress.”

You take it. You hadn’t smoked a cigarette in almost two years, choosing to quit right before you found out you were pregnant. “Thank you,” you say before taking a long drag. The nicotine rushes straight to your head, mellowing you out. “I swear to god, your bother is so fucking lucky he fucking died before I found this out because I would’ve killed him my-damn-self.”

You sigh. Your world is crumbling around you. How could you not have known? And what did you do to deserve this? You never spoke down to him, hell you doted on the mother fucker, and still he cheated. He lied to you every day with a smile on his face like everything was fine. Why couldn’t he be a man and tell you he was unhappy? Why did he have to die for you to find out? You wanted answers, and the shittiest thing, about it, was that you’d never get them.

Taehyung is still quiet. You wish he would just go away because looking at him makes you angrier than before. “Can you turn around or something? Your face is pissing me off.”

“Listen, I understand you’re upset but don’t take that shit out on me. I’m not Sujin, I didn’t do shit to you. Get in the fucking car, I want to go home.” He snatches the keys from you and walks to the other side of the car.

You finish your cigarette and get in. By the time you two make it back to town, you have to go pick up Azra. So you drop Taehyung off at your house and get him. When you left, you told Tae you wanted him to be gone when you returned, but he didn’t listen.

You were too tired to argue with Taehyung, so you put Azra down for a nap and then walked to the kitchen. “You want a glass of wine? I have a feeling the rest of the week is going to suck as bad as today,” you call out to Taehyung from the kitchen.

“Yeah, sure. Can I smoke in here?” he’s walking around the den, looking at all the pictures. He stops on a photo of you two at your baby shower. He smiles fondly. If Taehyung was honest, he wished he was around more. He hadn’t seen you or his brother since Azra was born. And he regretted that. 

Taehyung had a secret he told no one but hated you for. At your wedding, you told the story about how you met your husband, but the boy you met that day was Taehyung. He fell in love with you the moment he laid eyes on you. He confessed to you a week later and told you to think about it. When he went to find you the following day, he saw you kissing his brother; the rest is history. 

“Uh, no, but we can go into the sunroom. It’s heated, and I have the baby monitor.” You leave the kitchen and go into the den, “Is that okay with you?”

Taehyung looks over at you. He wished that it was him that you had fallen in love with. He would never hurt you in the way that Taejoon had. He felt selfish for his thoughts about you. They were wrong. Especially considering the current circumstances. But if he was being honest, you’d never look more beautiful to him than you did right now. Your hair was messy, with no make-up on, in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. “Yeah, that's fine.”

You grab the bottle and some glasses and walk towards the sunroom, placing them on the coffee table and going to the sound system. You didn’t want to listen to the silence. You put on something soft and airy to help soothe your nerves. Your week had gone from bad to fucked up in a matter of 24 hours. Whoever you were in your previous life must have been one fucked up person because your current life is kicking your ass.

“Hey, you guys got it remodeled. I like it.” he looks around, admiring the work.

“Uh, no, I remodeled it. Your brother did jack shit but complain about how it was keeping him awake.” You roll your eyes and throw yourself into one of the many chairs, sighing.

Taehyung takes a seat next to you.“I’m sorry this is happening to you. I know I was giving you a hard time earlier today, but I just wanted you to know you’re not alone. I’m here for you completely.” He grabs your hand. You look down at your hands and then back at him.

“It’s just tough to be around you, Taehyung. Even more so now than before. I wish you would get that, but you’re so goddamn stubborn. And you’re really touchy, it’s weird.” You remove your hand from his and pour two glasses.

He chuckles. “I’m sorry. It’s just how I show people I care. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll stop.” He grabs a glass and takes a sip. He stands to open a window and then lights a cigarette. “Do you have an ashtray?”

You set one down on the coffee table. Taehyung turns to look back at where you set it, and for a split second, life feels normal. Like Sujin didn’t die, you didn’t find out he was cheating, and you felt happy. The silence that follows you is so comfortable. He smiles at you before looking back out the window. Then Fade into You by Mazy Star comes on, and Taehyung walks over to you.

“Dance with me.” He extends a hand to you.

You scrunch your face with a smile, “I’m tired.” you try to push his hand away, but he pulls you up by your hand. You give into the dance eventually, resting your head on his chest.

“I know I’ve said it a lot today, but I’m sorry about everything my brother has put you through… I would’ve never done that to you. You’re way too precious to me.” you pull away to look at him. And he stares down at you. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. And before you knew it, your lips were crashing together. 

You both knew it was wrong, but it was like magnets. You two couldn’t pull away. Your hands move to the hem of Taehyung's shirt, sliding up against the smooth skin of his torso. He wasn’t lean, and you liked that a lot, so you scraped your nails against his stomach. “Take this off.”

He takes his shirt off and moves to take yours off. When he finally gets it off, he starts kissing down your chest, “I’ve wanted to do this since I was 15..” You swear you hallucinate him saying that. You unbutton his jeans and slide your hand into his boxers. He moans softly into your neck, and that was enough for him to snap. He tugs your sweatpants down, having you step out of the. He kisses your inner thigh before pulling your panties down, not even allowing you a second before he picks you up and pins you against the window.

Now, to say that Taehyung wasn't gentle was an understatement. He fucked you like he hated you like he wanted you to know how much you ruined his life, but also how much he was willing to give up to be with you. And as much as you knew it was wrong, you loved it. Neither of you talked the whole time. You both enjoy not being sad for once. When everything was all said and done, Taehyung set you down gently and walked away, sitting on the floor. He knew the severity of what had just happened and needed time to process it. But there was no going back from what just happened. You both had effectively ruined each other's lives.

You joined Taehyung on the floor, sitting behind him and leaning your head on his back. You planted a small kiss on his shoulder. You knew everything would be okay when he reached back for your hand to hold. “I’m gonna take care of you from now on,” he says as he kisses the inner of your wrist.

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[keiicom]

Yjh things the Webtoon 'forgot' to mention or to point out bc they hate novel yjh

Warning for vague webtoon spoilers ig?? No spoilery names are named and no unreleased scenarios are mentioned/specified btw but I thought I'd add this warning just in case :)

He waited three days on the bridge for kdj to resurface after he dropped him in the Ichytosaurs mouth. Just. Waited there.

He smiles when Kdj tries his food and says it's good (it's more like a tiny smug smile tbh)

He is a WORRIER. Man worries about everything, but sucks at expressing it through actions bc that's when he's most easily misunderstood. It is EXTREMELY easy to misunderstand his actions unless the other characters ask him what he's doing and why [after he explains, he turns out to be actually really thoughtful tbh]

When he tells 41st round shin yoosung to "quit her blabbering"...he wasn't that harsh in the novel. The line was changed (still don't know why) but originally he said something about not having enough time, and wasn't a complete asshole.

Also during that same arc/scene it was revealed that he woke her up because he genuinely didn't think she'd attack him/be mad at him iirc, so it wasn't him being stupid, just somewhat naive

When Iris called KDJ ugly he actually stepped forward and intimidated her by glaring so she'd stop talking :) because he sensed fighting spirit in her and he decided to react lmao

His eyebrow moves similarly to a caterpillar when he's about to make an important decision (note: kdj points this out in the novel because he's always staring at yjh I swear to god there's proof)

Yjh puts on a 'cool' face when he's been caught or called out after trying to be sneaky (he's SO BAD at being sneaky istg I love this man so much)

He sometimes uses his skills for stupid and petty shit *said lovingly with heart eyes*

He's more likely to give someone/an NPC a quick death than to make them suffer until they die

He always goes along with KDJ's plans, even though Kdj barely tells him ANYTHING about them ever 😭 He glares but still goes along with them I NEED Y'ALL TO UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS- /lh

He drags his sword on the ground when he's happy/satisfied with something, or generally in a good mood. Also Loves to clean his sword (I think the webtoon added a scene of him cleaning the sword like. once)

He loves his sister more than anything (we haven't seen a lot of scenes with yoo mia AND yjh in the webtoon yet but I have high expectations for those knowing how much he adores her in the novel)

Mans RUNS to help every time kdj is in danger, unless he genuinely thinks kdj 1) can handle the situation himself or 2) deserves the punishment

He has MONOLOGUES in his head even though he only ever says like two sentences thakrhsjfjb, and is very eloquent when given the chance to explain his thought process/reasoning

[which kdj rarely lets him do. bc he's hellbent on doing the talking and most other characters don't expect yjh to talk anyway]

The hand holding scene that was turned into a weird wrist holding scene? Yes originally they held hands (he wasn't as angry then either)

He's a serial texter and will spam message people

He loves dumplings

He gets jealous when other people monopolize Dokja's attention for too long (also canon, ex: Sangah, [redacted 1], sometimes han sooyoung, [redacted 2], [redacted 3] 💀 and WILL glare at Kdj or demand answers depending on how severe the transgression is)

He's tired. So, so tired.

HE CAN LAUGH

he doesn't let Han Sooyoung live out of pride/not wanting to lose to kdj (???? what even was that). he lets her live because he doesn't want kdj to think poorly of him / alternatively he doesn't want to lose him as an ally. Not everything is about pride with him 🫠

he looks embarrassed after hearing yoo mia tell him he looks "happy when you talk about [kdj]". the narration also gives her statement some credibility, because "she knows him well since she's his sister". but of course they made him look angry instead of embarrassed 🙄 bc god forbid he shows any other facial expression ever

He's nosy (again: said lovingly with heart eyes). You'll notice how even when he pretends not to care, he'll still stick around to see how things develop/gather info on 'important' stuff. If he's not interested, he'll just leave, bc he's the kind of guy to just do that. So if he doesn't leave, even if he's pretending not to care... you see where I'm going with this

He has a sense of humor, believe it or not (though most of the time he's hilarious without meaning to)

When [redacted] asked yoo joonghyuk what his deal was with kdj and why he wanted him in his group he said "kdj is necessary for this world. I need him." but webtoon decided to skip that line 🫠

Yjh says "I guess your mother doesn't like me" instead of this "like mother like son" bullshit, because the second one implies dokja doesn't like him. which couldn't be farther from the truth

Yoo Joonghyuk actually looks distraught when he realizes he's the one that has to kill kdj. To the point kdj has to tell him to not make that face.

He holds him tenderly as kdj falls, and tries to hang onto him as he's dragged away.

I'd add more but the rest is spoilers fhajhrjeka so yeah I'll just wait to see what webtoon does first and I'll update this as they go

[firesnap]

i have a genuine question. i promise i am not at all trying to defend him. ive dropped him entirely, literally deleted everything i had of him and unliked his songs.

ive just been wondering like considering that he has been in therapy, and also considering how if he does take a year off and then comes back, why cant it be redeemable? like cant people change? cant we give them second chances? he is 27. is he just doomed to be an abuser forever?

its just scary and im asking as like a younger person who is in my very early 20s. i know ive made mistakes. i know ive not been a good partner or friend sometimes. (and yes i was also abusive to a past partner...im not proud of it and ive learned from it. i have never ever touched anyone in that way after that. it took awhile but my current relationship isnt toxic and i would never hurt anyone or hit them again yknow?) and it scares me that people keep insinuating that he is irredeemable. like cant abusers change and become better? dont they get second chances? if shelby has grown and healed in 10 months wouldn't it be fair to say the same for wilbur?

im just genuinely asking because based on everything i believe you are older than me and im looking for guidance and just...idk im scared. growing up on the internet has made me so scared of making mistakes and doing anything wrong because when it happens to others i look up to, its always treated as something they'll never be able to change or improve. makes me feel like imma just be a horrible person forever because i made mistakes in the past.

This is a really complicated question that multiple answers can validly fit.

I don't think, personally, that anyone is irredeemable. I think everyone is on a journey of forgiveness and some of us may need more grace than others.

This is tw// abuse even more than the current topic, but my mom was incredibly abusive. We lived in a very rural area and she had a lot of undiagnosed problems and trauma of her own that created a pressure pot of issues. After I was born, she suffered through full on post-partum psychosis that nearly ended about as well as that sentence implies it could have. She was incredibly violent, controlling, and cruel for years. My sister went no-contact with her the second she turned 18. A significant event occurred that eventually spurned her into seeking real treatment that lasted for years. It's still ongoing.

My sister is also still no contact and I support her decision 100%. Those are her wounds and what she needed to do to get peace should be respected. I decided I wanted a relationship with the person who came out of all that work and, even then, it's been hard. I don't know if she's redeemed herself, and my god do we still have bumps in the road, but I support her for trying.

With Wilbur, how he responds to this is going to really impact a lot of things. I mean, I know no matter how he responds I won't be going on whatever journey of redemption and healing he has to go through. I'm tired and I feel hurt enough. I would think, if he wanted to show he was sincere, admitting what happened would be a great sense of closure for a lot of people who put time and energy and faith into this guy for years.

Not every person that causes harm is inherently evil, but there has to be some kind of knowledge that you're aware of the harm you've caused. No one is stuck as anything forever, life is constantly moving, and most people aren't saying his life is just over. You can work on yourself. You can change. And I'm saying that specifically to you, anonymous.

(Saying this, actually, there ARE people who would argue once you've done x you're beyond redemption based entirely on their life experiences as a victim, personal histories and many other factors. Kinda like my sister, that's their choice. And you have to accept that sometimes you fuck up so badly that you will permanently lose some people from your life. But your life isn't over.)

But I do think, regardless of what he says or does about this, his time of controlling a large platform is at an end. He can still do a lot of things in his life after he works on himself -- editing, song producing, directing, writing or whatever -- but being in charge of a large impressionable audience that could enable more destructive behaviors is just not it.

[sebastianswallows]

A new family — Chapter 1

— PAIRING: dark!Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

— SYNOPSIS: Ominis gets tired of his family and how miserable life is with them after he graduates. So he follows Sebastian's example for once, and kills them in cold blood. Now that he has the mansion to himself, he discovers he would still like to have a family, but one of his own making.

— WARNINGS: angst, culminating in murder

— WORDCOUNT: 2.1k

— A/N: Following A Different Kind of Key, I got a prompt for breeding kink with Ominis. I decided to combine this with a fic idea I had included in a poll a few months ago, which was that Ominis kills his parents in revenge, and begins to appreciate the dark arts. I don't know yet how many chapters this will have, but get ready for a dark and manipulative Ominis, and smut 💕 Enjoy, my dears!

It wasn’t like Ominis to say Sebastian inspired him. But that was, in a strange twist of events, what ended up happening.

The day Solomon died changed everything between the four friends involved with it. Sebastian and Anne’s uncle was gone, Sebastian was the one who killed him and Anne was left distraught, their fifth-year-friend was there when it all happened, and Ominis was left feeling like the earth was pulled from underneath him, not knowing where he’ll land. During the following days, Anne buried Solomon and ran. He knew where she was, but was sworn to secrecy never to reveal it to anyone, particularly not to Sebastian. It was a difficult request, but Ominis expected it to be made easier by Sebastian’s inevitable indictment for murder, which was bound to come any day now — right?

Their friend, who even witnessed the murder, refused to turn him in. That left the weight of the choice to Ominis, but he was easily swayed. Why lose two friends when he’s already lost one? So he said nothing…

During the months that followed, the weight of all that happened hung over them like a sword, like a noose ready to drop, like a tipping avalanche. Yet nothing happened. They entered the sixth year, and then the seventh. Anne healed from the curse’s influence — it turned out that Rookwood was the real culprit — and Sebastian graduated from Hogwarts — with the commendations of all their professors — and it had almost escaped Ominis how surreal the whole thing was, but sometimes he reminded himself that Sebastian had gotten away with murder.

It was a struggle to push down just how impressed he was. Sebastian had gotten practically everything he wanted: Anne was cured, Solomon was out of the way in a permanent fashion, and their mutual friend, well, she was under Sebastian’s sway now as much as he was under hers. Complicity did that…

It wasn’t fair. His best friend had a brilliant career ahead of him in whatever field he chose, he had every opportunity now to look for his sister again, and his perfidious little friendship was blooming into a romance day by day — meanwhile, what did Ominis have to look forward to? A return to his parents’ clutches and some arranged incestuous marriage, no doubt.

It wasn’t fair. All his other classmates were cheerful to be done with school, optimistic, hopeful, happy. They had jobs and girlfriends and some were even due to marry. And Sebastian, disgustingly, behaved as if nothing had happened in fifth year, as if he wasn’t a murderer.

It wasn’t fair.

Ominis rode in the cabin with his two friends on the train back to London, where Sebastian was excited to go and apply for a position with Borgin and Burkes.

“You know you’d do better in the ministry…” their friend told him, the smile in her voice teasing but sweet.

“Funny,” chuckled Sebastian.

“You’re still afraid of them?” she goaded.

“I think they should be afraid of me,” said Sebastian quietly, leaning toward her over Ominis. “The score is still one-nill last I checked.”

“Yes, but they don’t know that,” she said, leaning toward him too so that they now hovered somewhere around Ominis’ chest.

“And I plan to keep it that way,” said Sebastian.

“Excuse me,” said Ominis, pretending not to know they were there and getting up briskly enough to knock them back.

“Omi—!”

“Hey, watch it!”

He grabbed his wand and went out of cabin, shutting the door behind him. He pretended to go to the restroom, and pretended to use it for the next 15 minutes, and pretended not to hold back tears of jealousy.

Things only got worse once he arrived home. His parents did not exactly welcome him with open arms, although he had excelled in his NEWTs and was among the best students of his year. No, they behaved as if he’d just been done with a silly distraction, that filthy school that took in mudbloods, and his filthy friends from lowborn families, and now his real life started, said his father, and the fun was over.

He lasted two weeks until he murdered them.

He considered doing it in their sleep, but he wanted them awake. It was the evening of the 17th of July, and it rained and hailed all throughout supper. Ominis pretended to retreat early for the night, leaving them all together in the dining room, tired and mellow with firewhisky.

The doors shut on their own as if by a gust of wind. The chandeliers and fireplace were frozen with a spell. And the dining room was plunged into utter darkness.

A decanter was knocked to the floor and his father was cursing, and his mother called out from the top of her lungs for the elves, but Ominis had sent them away. His sister was rambling something about the house being haunted. They were learning now what it was like for him, what it had always been like for him, although he didn’t imagine they could appreciate it. He cast off the disillusionment spell, he didn’t need it anymore, and summoned all their wands to him wordlessly. Disarmed and scared and in the dark, he picked them off one by one.

First, his sister. He surprised himself by not shaking at all as he did it. In fact, he had never been more calm — was this how Sebastian had felt?

Their mother became noticeably quiet when she saw the brief green light and heard a body fall, but it took a while until she found her, feeling around on the floor. She barely said her daughter’s name in anguish before Ominis killed her too.

His father was left, and by then he’d begun to suspect, calling his name and prowling through the pitch black in that lumbering way he did. Ominis allowed him to hear his footsteps coming closer.

“I know it’s you, you little rat,” spat Gaunt Senior, facing him but standing still. “I heard you say it.”

“And you’ll hear it again,” said Ominis coolly, “right before you drop dead.”

“If only your brother were h—”

“Avada kedavra.”

The flash of green enveloped his body as it collapsed to the floor, and then it was gone, and it was dark again.

Not that Ominis noticed a difference. All he knew now was quiet, and peace, and loneliness. He finally had a life work looking forward to.

The first order of business was to get rid of the bodies, which he accomplished by turning them into teacups and finding a place for them in the glass cabinet in the living room. Brushing his finger across one, he thought it felt different from normal porcelain — a bit more rough, less cold, like bone — but their shape and weight were otherwise quite perfect. He smiled as he put them away.

The next issue was what to do with his brother… Marvolo lived somewhere in London, and he had enough friends there already that his absence would be noted. And he would not come back to the Gaunt manor just because Ominis called. Even if he did, he’d inquire as to what happened to their parents.

Which brought him to the last and final point: how to explain their absence.

He spent the next hour packing their wands, their cloaks, a cauldron, a few ingredients, and a sacrificial dagger, and then he went off into the nearby woods. They sometimes went there to perform spells that called for incantations and ritual sacrifice of the local fauna, often not returning until morning, stinking of wet dirt and blood. He could say a spell went wrong, an animal attacked, and there was no trace left of them but a few less-than-savoury items.

It was quite a trek to make all on his own, even levitating the items behind him, which often snagged in the low branches and the weeds. When he thought he was far enough, he planted the cauldron in the middle of a clearing and stuck the dagger in the earth, scattering the other items all around in what might be a convincing pattern should anyone come look.

Morning found him in his bed, alone and dirty, but content.

Ominis smiled and turned on his back, and listened: quiet. No screaming, no fights, no one ordering him around, no threats of violence, no curses, nothing.

It took about twenty minutes for that to start to bother him.

His fingers toyed with the wand which rested on his stomach, and he thought about all the times he’d judged Sebastian for using the Unforgivables. A part of him still found it abhorrent, because Sebastian was never in such a situation as he had been with his family. However bad Solomon was, he wasn’t like the Gaunts. Meanwhile, another part whispered that he should feel ashamed.

“But I don’t,” he said to himself, speaking with nobody else to hear. “I’m not. I’m not sorry.”

And he wasn’t, for many days to come. When the house elves returned from the prolonged shopping trip Ominis had sent them on, he told him the same lie he had prepared — Mister Gaunt had gone with his family in the woods to perform a ritual but hadn’t yet returned, and Ominis was worried, oh but no need for the elves to go, they needed to tend to the house — and went through the coming days just as he normally would, and soon forgot he’d ever had a family at all. And yet the house seemed larger than before, and behind each corner he still suspected some malevolent force, within each sound a muttered curse or insult, and although he knew them to be safely dead, transfigured in the cabinet, he had moments in the night when he thought they had returned to take revenge.

It wore away at him, and he knew he had to resolve it with a change in circumstance: either he moved away, or he made the house livable again. He didn’t consider even for a second to write to his brother Marvolo, but he considered asking for Sebastian to visit together with their friend — until his thoughts settled strictly on her.

On a whim, he wrote to her, and her alone. The owl took a few days to return, and it brought to him a strangely mournful and yet exciting message.

Ominis had inquired about her health — she was well — and her search for work — not so well — and Sebastian.

“It pains me to say this,” she wrote, “but I do not know. Sebastian has been sent to recover something (I know not what) for Mr Burke. Part of his training, he said. As if he weren’t experienced enough in these sorts of things. I told him, as I’m sure you would have as well, that Mr Burke was only going to take advantage of him and gain a dangerous item at no personal cost, and is only using Sebastian’s goodwill and enthusiasm. He did not take it well and has yet to speak to me since. He said I called him ‘naive’, but I did nothing of the sort.”

Ominis chuckled as his wand vocalised the letter. It was blatant she did think Sebastian naive, just as it was blatantly true that he was.

“To be perfectly honest, I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since, for various reasons,” she continued, “but I find my worries and upsets dwindle into something perhaps similar to what you felt at Hogwarts when Sebastian would get involved in these sort of reckless things — frustration.”

Ominis’ smile broadened. Her clear longing for Sebastian, her worry for his safety, her shameless affection, did not serve him — but frustration, he could work with. He picked up his dictation quill and a piece of parchment and sat down at his desk to write.

“My dear,” he started, “I am first of all happy to hear you are well and healthy, in spite of everything else seemingly falling apart around you. I am sorry, although not surprised, to hear about the novel way Sebastian has found to make a nuisance of himself. You have my full sympathies.

You have also, if you will not find it too forward, my invitation to join me at my parents’ mansion. I think it would be good for you. It is in a quiet and undisturbed area, close to London but surrounded by ancient woods. Without my family present, as they currently are — and we can discuss this too once you arrive — it is a most calming and comforting place, which sounds like just the sort of thing you need at present. You are welcome to stay for the remainder of the summer. It might help you find some balance in your life, perhaps even give you new energies to pursue employment — or other means of occupying yourself.

Please find the address enclosed.

Yours devotedly,

Ominis

P.S.: If indeed he does return in the interim, make no mention of this to Sebastian.”

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LINKS: DEMO [UPDATED 30/03/2024] | COG FORUM

SUMMARY

When Cloud Waves Break is a work-in-progress murder mystery/Lovecraftian horror interactive fiction story. After returning to your hometown of Golden Gulf, your older sister is brutally murdered. The method? Poison. The location? The Twin Suns restaurant, on its reopening night. It's up to you to find her killer. But it won't be easy. Between dealing with your hostile brother-in-law, the police force interfering every step of the way, and your own memories about why you left, you're in for a rough time. And that's not even taking into account the weird dreams you've been having…

FEATURES

Play as male, female, or non-binary; straight, gay, or bisexual.

Customize your sister: choose her name, her personality, and determine your relationship with her.

Choose between four possible occupations: actor, doctor, soldier, or dilettante.

Learn more about the history of Golden Gulf, how your family ties into it, and what it has to do with your sister's murder.

And maybe stop a cult. Or join them. It's up to you.

ROMANCE OPTIONS

Officer Wyatt Pierce (M) "I've made many mistakes. But caring for you? Isn't one of them."

Description: An officer of the Golden Gulf Police Department. He also used to be your neighbour when you were kids. Time changes people though. Can you love who he is now?

Appearance: Greying hair - younger than he looks. Massive claw marks across his face, burned into the skin.

Personality: He's gruff and tired. Growing up in Golden Gulf, he learned to let many things slide. It weighs on him, made him callous. But then your sister died. Suddenly, he can't be callous anymore. Not with her dead. And especially not when you're here.

Officer Casey Young (NB) "I'll keep you safe. I promise."

Description: The officer from Augusta, sent to find and arrest the leader of the Burning Waters crime gang, Nina Wu. They don't trust many people. Maybe you can be the exception?

Appearance: Faded tattoo of a monkey on their neck; wild hair; friendly, but cautious eyes.

Personality: They are kind, with a spine of steel, and will always do the right thing. Even if everyone turns against them and they risk losing everything. Make them care for you, though, and the choice will destroy them.

Evelyn Ross (F) "You and me? It just feels too good to be true."

Description: Your brother-in-law's administration assistant. Duty and logic drives her every action. To her, love is a silly afterthought. Maybe you can change her mind?

Appearance: Petite. Lustrous, thick hair. Bright eyes. Glasses. Conventionally attractive.

Personality: Her calculating mind is her greatest strength, but also her greatest weakness. She's aware of all the possibilities stretching out before her, but also of the consequences. And it paralyzes her. But reassure her, become an anchor for her, and she'll lift you up in turn.

Jeremiah/Jessamine Callahan (M/F) "I'd forgotten what this felt like. Thank you for reminding me."

Description: The sole survivor of the wealthy Callahan family. You grew up with their spouse, Riley. They've loved and they've lost. Maybe you can help them learn to love again?

Appearance: Hair braided in cornrows; ragged and tattered clothes; an air of sadness that hangs over them like a cloud.

Personality: They aren't afraid to say what they think and have a very strong moral compass. But it can sometimes lead them to jumping to conclusions. Get them on your side though, and they'll follow you to the very end. 'Til death do you part.

Oscar/Ophelia Lovelace (M/F) "You are everything that I imagined you to be."

Description: The interior designer contracted for the reconstruction. Love wasn't enough to keep you in Golden Gulf. But maybe they can?

Appearance: Very tall and graceful; eccentric sense of style; an ever-present smile.

Personality: They project a polite and mild mannered façade. But their true personality emerges through their design work, which they are obsessively dedicated to. Catch their attention, though, and they'll never let you go.

ADDITIONAL INFO

OTHER IMPORTANT CHARACTERS:

Your Older Sister: She was many things, to many people. How did you see her? Was she self-absorbed? Naive? Arrogant? Or charming? But none of that really matters now that she's dead... Does it?

Benjamin Mullen: Your sister's husband. He's a difficult man to get along with. He also has a problem with you specifically, and isn't afraid to tell you so.

INSPIRATIONS:

Agatha Christie mystery novels, Lovecraftian horror, The King in Yellow by Robert W Chambers, the TTRPGs Call of Cthulhu 7th Edition and Brindlewood Bay, and Slay the Princess by Black Tabby Games.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Master Harlow

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: This takes place right before Sisters No More, so to not be confused by some of the parts, you can read that first 🥰

Synopsis: it's Jack's 26th birthday and you come up with the perfect gift to give him which he least expected.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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There was about a week to go until Jack's 26th birthday and you honestly thought that he forgot about it, but you couldn't blame him. A lot had been going on and it didn't help that Axel had just gotten discharged from the hospital late last night after having to stay for a week due to him being diagnosed with RSV which in short was a cold for babies. You and him took turns staying with him while the other stayed at home with Ivy and Autumn. Maggie, Ivy, and Dani were also quick to jump in to help. 

He was currently sitting on the couch holding Axel and feeding him since he still couldn't quite hold the bottle on his own yet. The triplets were now eight months and that was one thing that they all should have accomplished already. Ivy and Autumn seemed to be hitting their milestones when they were supposed to, but Axel was a little slower which you and Jack took note of and were beginning to be a bit concerned. It wasn't a secret that Axel would probably have some issues, which the doctor made you aware of, but it was still scary nonetheless. He had just started sitting up on his own which he should have been able to do two months ago.

You had just set Ivy and Autumn on their play mat with their toys in front of you as you went to sit next to him. You lightly brushed your fingers across Axel's cheek before kissing it and you quickly did the same thing to Jack and despite his tired eyes, he instantly smiled at you.

“Baby, what did you want to do for your birthday?” You asked as you handed him another bottle of formula since Axel was almost finished working on the first one.

“Wait, what?”

“It's next week, smush.” You replied while letting out a laugh.

“Where is time even going? That means they're about to be eight months already.”

“I know, time is moving so fast. Before we know it they're going to be a year old.”

“But, I don't want to do anything but sleep. Axel being in the hospital again was a lot.” He confessed quietly and you nodded, understanding where he was coming from.

“But, baby it's your birthday. I want you to do something special on your special day. You deserve to be celebrated.”

“It's just another day and I'm turning 26, there isn't anything really special about that.”

“Yes there is, considering your wife almost didn't make it to see her own birthday just three months ago.” You shot back and he immediately turned to look at you knowing that you were completely right.

“I…. I get what you're saying, but all I want to do is be with you and with them. That's all that I need.”

“You're still worried about him, aren't you?” You quietly asked and Jack looked down at him.

“So much has happened to him and he hasn't even been on this earth long. I can't imagine us losing our only son. Everything is still so touch and go with him and I know you're about to blame yourself but that is in no way your fault.” 

You stayed quiet and simply nodded even though in the back of your mind you did blame yourself and you didn't think that was ever going to go away.

“I know. But we can do something small, but I'm definitely still celebrating being able to celebrate my husband on his birthday.”

—

It was now five days until Jack's birthday and you hadn't come up with a gift until this morning. It would take you going to Drama to see if he would be on board with it, but first you went to your older sister Dani to get her to put the idea in his head.

Jack was still sleeping, which was odd, but you figured that since there was nothing that needed his immediate attention was going on today, you let him be while calling your mom to look after the triplets while you went to tell Dani about your idea.

Once you finished getting dressed and put your hair up, you went to check on the triplets who were still sleeping and went back in your bedroom to let him know that you were leaving and that you would be back later.

“Smush.” You quietly said as you poked his cheek, but he still didn't move so you tried again which led to him throwing the comforter over his head.

“Yes, wifey?” It came out muffled, but you were still able to understand him.

“You can go back to sleep because my mom is downstairs and the babies are still sleeping.”

“Where are you going? Now the bed is cold. Babeeeee!”

“To have breakfast with Dani. I'll be back soon and I'll bring you something too.”

“Mm hmm. Just leave me in my time of need.”

“You are so dramatic. I'm coming right back!”

“No detours! It's my birthday month and I want cuddles from my wife.”

“You literally didn't even wake up when I got up to take a shower and now you're in your feelings?”

“Yes, yes I am.”

“No detours, promise. But if you want a kiss, I suggest you….”

Not being able to finish your sentence, he immediately threw the comforter off of his body, sat up and pulled you closer to him so that he could kiss you.

“Can I have another one?” Jack asked quietly and you laughed before nodding your head.

“Of course you can. Now go back to sleep.”

You went downstairs to find your mother in the kitchen sipping on her coffee and you went up to her and hugged her from the side and she quickly hugged you back before kissing your cheek.

“Thank you for doing this for me. He's just so tired.”

“Don't thank me Lil Bit. It takes a village, does it not? You know I'll do anything for you, Jack, and the babies.”

“But still!” You said as you grabbed your keys that were hanging up on the wall before deciding to put them back and grabbed Jack's. You just hoped he had remembered to put gas in it.

“And where are you off to?” Your mom curiously asked and you instantly smiled.

“To have breakfast with Dani. I finally figured out a birthday gift for Jack and want to tell her about it.” You responded excitedly.

“What did you have in mind?”

“I want to buy his masters for him so that way he has all the rights to his music and not the label. I was going to tell Dani so she can kind of put it in Drama’s ear and we could go from there.” You said and your mom looked at you as if she was thinking, but you couldn't quite read her expression.

“I love that baby girl and I know he will too and will definitely be surprised.” 

“I know that it's very important to him and the only masters that he currently has is his EP’s The Handsome Harlow and 18. Everything else is under Gen Now.”

“And he's worked too hard not to own them, both of you have. But I don't want you to be late meeting Dani, so go ahead.”

You gave your mom one last hug before you headed out the front door and into Jack’s Jeep.

Once you were out of sight, Ivy pulled out her phone to send a text to Dani and Drama.

Ivy- Baby girl wants to buy Jack's masters from the label for his birthday gift and you better not tell her no when she asks

Dani- Is that what she wanted to tell me today?

Ivy- Yes and you better do it. You've put that girl through enough don't you think?

Drama- But it's not that simple

Ivy- Well you better make it simple. His birthday is Wednesday so you have five days to pull it together. I keep telling the both of you to tell her before it blows up in both of your faces. But when it does happen, the first thing I'm going to say is I told you so. She's on her way now. 

When you finally met up with Dani, you had been craving some French toast and decided to get that along with eggs, sausage, and fruit. You couldn’t quite drink mimosas yet since you were still breastfeeding the triplets so orange juice would have to do.

“Okay, Lil Bit what's your idea for Jack's birthday gift?” Dani asked even though she already knew.

“Well I'm glad you asked. I wanted you to put it in Drama's ear that I want to buy his masters from the label.” You answered as Dani nodded her head, and you were taken aback by her reaction.

“Um, Dani? That's a big deal.”

“I know it is and it's expensive.” She answered and you just shrugged.

“Nothing is too expensive when it comes to my husband. That's my baby and I know he feels the same way when it comes to me.” You said not understanding what she was getting at.

“I know and I think it's a good idea and an amazing birthday gift.”

“So you'll tell him?!”

“I will and I'll see what we can do. Five days is cutting it close but it's not impossible.”

“So much has happened within the last year and I want to do this for him.”

“I get it. I'll text him now and tell him to call you later.”

Of course the wheels were turning in Dani’s head as she sat across from you and listened to all that you had planned for Jack’s birthday even if he had told you he didn’t want to do anything. The biggest thing that you were doing besides buying the masters was having a birthday dinner for him at an expensive restaurant in the heart of Louisville and renting it out for the night so that only family and friends would be there. You also mentioned to her that all he would probably want to do in the morning is spend time with the triplets and for good reason. But the words that her mom told her earlier were lingering in her head. She knew that it was only a matter of time before you found out and that she should have told you years ago, but if she had, would you and Jack even be in this same position?

The answer was unclear, but she knew that if but more so when she told you that everything would change between the both of you and she wasn’t ready for that. She loved that she was still able to watch you grow up even with her doing stints in rehab in order to try and stay clean, but she knew that you weren’t going to take it well and your temper might get the best of you. You had been a lot better since having the triplets, but it was still there. 

So, in order to make this easier for you, she was going to see if Drama would give you the masters without having to pay the full price for it. Jack’s catalog wasn’t extensive, but it was big enough to go for millions of dollars. All in all, she was simply doing what her mother asked her to do simply because she was scared that she was going to let it slip one day and tell you. There was a rift in their relationship ever since you had been born, but she knew that it was her fault and that Ivy and David did all that they could for her…. Including raising her one and only daughter which was you. 

“Dani? Are you okay? I’ve been calling you for the last ten minutes.”

“Oh, I’m fine! Just a little tired. Now what were you saying?”

“That I needed you to help me pick out my outfit for his birthday dinner!”

“Of course I will! And I’m thinking that we wear that white corset.”

Before you knew it, Jack’s birthday was here and of course he spent the majority of the day being up under you which of course you didn’t mind. Getting the masters was a lot easier than you thought and you knew that it definitely had to do with Dani giving Drama the heads up. What you were most surprised by was Gen Now only asking you for a million for his entire catalog. Even though he didn’t have many albums, you knew for a fact that it was worth a lot more than that, but you let it go and didn’t put up a fight. The most important part was that you got them for your husband and now everything was in his name. 

 It was now nearing 6 in the evening and you were trying to get your husband to get dressed so that he wouldn’t be late to his birthday dinner without giving the surprise away.

“Jack, go take a shower and I’ll have an outfit picked out for you.” You told him as he laid in your lap and you could immediately see him pout.

“Why? I just want to lay on you for the rest of the night.”

“Baby, you can do that when we get back. You have seriously turned into a hermit and it is literally just for a few hours. You can give me that and I have something really special for you later.”

Hearing this made him turn around and face you and he looked at you curiously.

“No, I’m not telling you and you just have to get ready first and see what it is. No spoilers.”

Hearing this made him sigh but he then quickly got up and started making his way into the bathroom.

“Fine.”

“I love you smush and I really think that you’ll like it.”

“I love you too, more than you know.”

Once he was in the shower, you went into the walk-in closet to pick out an outfit for him and you already had one in mind for you. One of your cousins was going to watch the triplets for you so that the two of you could have a small break since the past few months had been a lot, especially with everything that had been going on with Axel.

Since you had taken your shower earlier, you sat down at your vanity and started to apply your make-up and then heard Jack’s footsteps coming up behind you. You turned around to see him in nothing but a towel and quickly eyed him up and down earning a chuckle to escape his lips.

“Excuse me Mrs. Harlow, but my eyes are up here.”

“Oh, I know they are, but your dick is down there and that’s where I was looking.”

“DO YOU HAVE NO SHAME?!” He playfully asked as you quickly began laughing before turning back around to finish your make-up.

“Nope, none. And you should know that by now.”

“I mean we can always stay here.” You heard him say as his voice got deeper, as he turned you back around to face him and he leaned down to kiss you.

“No! Stop trying to seduce me! We are going and that’s final!”

“Hmm, it was worth a shot.” Jack muttered as he shrugged and began to examine the outfit that you had picked out for him.

One hour later, Jack was now surrounded by his closest friends and family at one of his favorite restaurants in downtown Louisville. You stood off to the side sipping on sparkling water with Saweetie and Dani next to you as you were watching him mingle and interact with everyone and you quickly took note of how happy he was.

“I’m surprised that you actually got him out the house.” Saweetie said from beside you and you quickly looked over at her and sighed.

“Trust me it wasn’t easy and I promised him a blow job when we got back home, the one he got this morning apparently wasn’t enough.” You confessed, making her laugh and shaking her head.

“I figure that’s safer than anything else. We already have three kids and I know they’re wearing yall out.”

“It’s actually not as bad as I thought it was going to be and I’m definitely not opposed to having more, but I legit can wait like ten years.”

“Yeah, right. You’ll be pregnant next week.” 2fo said as he passed by the three of you and threw a stuffed mushroom in his mouth.

“At this point, no one would be surprised.” Dani added and all you did was shake your head at her. In the back of your mind, you knew that she had something to do with you spending only a million dollars on Jack’s masters and made a note to ask her about it later.

It was now nearing eleven at night and you figured that it was now time for you to give Jack his gift before the clock hit midnight. Everyone else had given him his gifts and you were the only one left. Your heart was racing from excitement and couldn’t wait to see his face once he realized what his gift was. 

“So clearly, we saved the best for last right?” Jack asked while looking over at you and all you did was smile at him and quickly got everyone’s attention.

“Okay so, I was literally having the hardest time trying to think of a gift to get for you because I gave you three gifts last summer to last you a lifetime.” You started to say and everyone immediately laughed.

“That’s fair, I get it. Definitely the best gifts you ever gave me.”

“And this idea came to me about five days ago so I quickly put my plan into motion so that I would be able to give this to you today. We both share our love for music whether it is making it for other people to hear and share it with the world or if it’s just something fun and silly that we want to keep for ourselves. Even if the idea came to me only a few days ago, ever since you had told me that you wanted to become a rapper, this was always the plan in the back of my mind so, here it is. There is nothing in this world that I won’t do for you and you know our love runs deep and it’s not something that you find everyday. I know that you already know this, but everyday that I get to wake up next to you is a gift and I do not take it for granted in any way, shape or form. You are not only my husband, but the father of my children, and my best friend and Urban and Saweetie are going to dispute that, but I told them to let it slide for today. I love you more than words can explain so I hope you like it. Go ahead and open it.” You finished your speech and handed him the envelope as he quickly told you to take a seat in his lap as he read it. It took him a few minutes before he realized what you had done for him and got a look of shock on his face which quickly had everyone asking what it was.

“What is it?! Share with the class!” You heard Ace say, but you knew that he was still in shock to say something.

“Now, I let the best friend comment slide so you better tell us what it is!” Urban said and you couldn’t help but to laugh.

“Baby…. You bought my masters for me?” Jack said quietly, but loud enough for everyone to be able to hear.

“Damn, that’s…. Damn. That’s love right there.” Druski said from the end of the table and you could see all of the collective faces of shock around the room.

“I did and that was always my plan from the beginning. I know how much you love what you do and how much work and effort goes into it so it was only right. Everything that was released under Gen Now is now in your name.”

Jack placed the envelope down on the table in front of him before hugging you tightly and kissing you.

“I don’t even know what to say, this is a hell of a gift and….”

“You don’t have to say anything. I love you and you deserve this. Just keep being the amazing person that you are and I hope that this was a good birthday for you.”

“I love you too and this may have been the best one yet.” 

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y/ninsta: happy 26th birthday to this man who is the love of my life, my entire world, and the heartbeat outside of my chest (besides my babies that he impregnated me with of course lol) I absolutely love and adore you 💖

jackharlow: I love you forever and ever, in this lifetime and all the ones after that jackandy/naremyparents: happy birthday dad! he's doing the Jack dance yall! saweetie: awww happy birthday little brother! danivalentine: when y/ninsta first laid her eyes on you, I knew it was a WRAP! happy birthday jack! urbanwyatt: THE REALEST! happy birthday to the best brother I could ever ask for claybornharlow: urbanwyatt I beg to differ, but.... HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG BROTHER, I LOVE YOU and I won't steal y/n when you aren't looking, I promise! jackharlowsource: happy birthday to the hometown hero! allthingsy/n: happy birthday to y/ninsta's man! he keeps her happy so I guess he can stay!

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y/ninsta: birthday dinner things 😘💕

jackharlow I love youuuuu

allthingy/n: she needs to step on me IMMEDIATELY danivalentine: hmm good outfit choice, who picked it out? lol jackharlow: we are staying for 15 minutes because no one told you to look this good and I love youuuuuu too allthingsy/n: NOT FIFTEEN MINUTES LMAO urbanwyatt: my best friend is prettier than yours jackharlow: urbanwyatt I know I'm pretty, but thanks for reminding me claybornharlow: jackharlow I think he meant your wife, but go off bro lmao y/ninsta: AHT! AHT! leave the birthday boy alone! jackharlow: y/ninsta I can have my cake now right? y/ninsta: jackharlow you said you wanted cheesecake instead? druski2funny: smh y/ninsta you are the cake ma'am! y/ninsta: oh lmao

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jackharlow: Made it to 26! Got the best birthday gift from wifey who took it upon herself to buy my masters and put them in my name and I'm still speechless about the entire thing. got my wife, got my babies, life's good

y/ninsta: I would move mountains for you! nothing is ever too much in order for me to see you smile! side note: the chest hair is giving me THOTS saweetie: not y/ninsta being turned on by jack's bird chest claybornharlow: LMAOOOOOO jackharlow: HEY! urbanwyatt: yall can never let my man live lmao champagnepapi: happy birthday twin! wifey changing the game for you! neelamthadhani: I second the bird chest comment. happy birthday tho. jackharlow: neelamthadhani THE FUCKING SHADE! YALL CAN'T LET ME LIVE FOR ONE DAY?!?! quiiso: jackharlow no, but happy birthday boss man! allthingsy/n: this man will never know what a day of peace feels like y/ninsta: not too much on my man now!! 2forwoyne: that man looks like he can bench press three pounds claybornharlow: MY STOMACH HURTS FROM LAUGHING TOO HARD, MAKE IT STOP! LMAO shloob_: 2forwoyne now I know your ass isn't talking smh y/ninsta: he can bench press me just fine! matter of fact jackharlow get over here jackharlow: 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

[jenni41]

After mulling over the thought that Loid and Yor are sterile, here are my pregnant Yor headcanons.

Loid has always been extremely careful in his past relationships. Yor gets pregnant in a broken condom or lack of judgement scenario. Loid stresses about this error until he comes home from work, not quite two weeks later, to Yor napping on the couch with a hot water bottle complaining about cramps. She has some implantation bleeding, she thinks is her period, and despite noticing it is shorter and lighter than usual, she is just relieved it came.

Her next period is late. They have been careful, so she chalks it up to stress at work.

Bond is constantly under her foot and wanting to cuddle with his head in her lap. This is weird to her because Bond usually prefers Anya and Loid, but she is enjoying having a nap buddy because work is pushing her so hard she has discovered she needs one now and again.

She used to give Bond canned food for a treat; now and then, but stops because the smell and feel of scrapping the food from the can make her feel ill.

Yor has discovered her clothes don't fit right. She goes to the tailor to get her uniform let out, declaring it must be Loid's cooking. The tailor notices her wince when she measures Yor's breasts and that her hips have widened a tad, causing a slight change in gait. Years of measuring women daily have made the tailor acutely aware of how a woman's body changes when pregnant.

She asks Yor if she will want to order new uniforms. They have special ones with pleats and expandable waists.

Yor is taken aback. She says, "Oh no, I plan to work harder to get back in shape."

The tailor tells her, "Oh, Yor. Now is not the time to worry about your figure."

"What do you mean?" Yor asks.

The tailor sees her face and remembers Yor grew up without a mother. She smiles softly places her hand on Yor's stomach.

"I don't mean to pry, but I don't think it was just Loid's cooking causing these changes in your measurements, Yor."

Yor's eyes widen.

After an enlightening conversation with the tailor, the tailor sets her up with a doctor's appointment. Yor makes her way home and runs into Loid on the way.

He notices she seems unsettled and asks if everything is alright.

She quietly tells him she has a doctor's appointment in a few days and asks if he will come with her.

"Sure," he replies with concern and in his brains goes, "Oh no. Is she sick? She has seemed so tired lately and didn't touch her hamburg steak last night." Then he really looks at her and, like the tailor, notices the minute changes in her skin, figure, and how she carries herself.

Then his mind really goes off.

It takes two weeks to get the results from the doctor.

Anya tells Becky she is going to be a big sister before Yor and Loid say anything, because their thoughts are so dam loud and she read Bond's mind when he is smelling Yor's stomach one day.

When the results come in, no one is surprised. Loid plays the devoted father, but inside, he is stressing.

When Yor tells the Gardener, he knows the instance she walked in. He has been expecting it. He gives her leave, dismayed to be losing a skilled assassin, but knowing as is, she is likely a liability and appreciative of the work she has accomplished.

Anya works extra hard studying because Loid's thoughts make her worry about what is going to happen to her family and Operation Strix.

When Loid tells Franky, Franky is like, "You fucked up. So much for not getting attached. You were supposed to keep your emotions out of this. What are you going to do?"

For the first time in his career, Twilight has no idea what to do. But he knows what he is not going to do. There is no way he is going to be able to give up his family.

He gets angry about the whole mission. How was he supposed to be a good husband and father for a mission with any sort of long term without getting attached? How do you raise a stellar student without loving and supporting them? Some things you can't fake.

Loid's next update with Handler, he lists the progress made for Operation Strix. "Anya earned a Stella in languages, Damien and her seem to be getting along better, Yor is with child..."

Sylvia is like, "Wait, what?" and smacks him up side the head. They come up with a plan on how to extend Operation Strix because despite her tough demeanor, she was a mother and sympathizes with him.

Yor's pregnancy and labor are relatively easy. I haven't decided if they have a boy or a girl. I absolutely love the idea of Girl Dad Loid, because, "squee", but a son could be interesting. Especially if Loid struggles with the idea of having a child to carry on his name knowing Loid Forger isn't actually his name. But Loid is the truest version of himself he has ever been, and the man he wants to be, so all that angst could be delicious.

[omgkatherine01]

By Your Side

Summary: You and Aemond have been friends since you started university, until one day he tries to push you out of his life, but you wouldn't let him until he tells you why.

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x female reader

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He's ignoring me

That's what you kept thinking as you hung up your phone after trying to call your friend, Aemond Targaryen.

Everything was fine until three days ago when he said he was going for the weekend to visit his family. Three years of friendship, he never really talked about them. You only knew he has his parents and four siblings, two brothers, a sister and a half sister.

But he doesn't talk about them much, except his big sister, Helaena, was the only one he spoke about with love and care.

The two of you didn't became friends right away that was for sure. You did noticed him first when you only got to university. He was quiet, but very handsome.

He hasn't noticed you at all until a few days after you got there when there was an assignment, and you made the first move to ask him to pair up with you. You thought he wouldn't, but to your surprise he agreed, much to the annoyance of some of the girls in the class.

Since then, the two of you started to talk more, and you both formed a friendship. Aemond was caring, and nice, and definitely a gentleman.

And now, since he came back, he became distant, and now he wasn't talking to you or answering your calls or texts. You tried to speak to him during your classes together, but nothing.

"It's been three days, and he's been ignoring me," You told your sister over the phone as you walked to your apartment door.

"You should go to him, and ask for an explanation," she said, "I mean, you don't just stop been friends after a weekend with your family."

You sighed, a little nervous without realizing, "I--I don't know, I mean... maybe he just... maybe he just got tired of me, you know? I'm that nerd who everyone don't like to hang around with, and only be around for homework and--"

"Oh, shut up," she said, "If you going to talk about yourself like that, I'm going to drive over to your place and kick your ass."

You let out a soft chuckle and opened the front door. You closed it behind you and placed your bag down on the floor. "Now give him a call, and if he won't answer, leave a message, demand him to call you and met up," your sister said, "And you call me after."

You nodded, "Okay, yeah."

"Good, love you," she said.

You smiled a little, "Love you too." You hung up and looked at your phone, debating if to do as she said. You took a deep breath and called Aemond again, and as you thought, he didn't answer, so you left a messege.

"Hey, it's me... again." You rubbed your forehead and frowned a little, sad as you continued, "Look, I... I don't know why you pushing me away like that without telling me what I did wrong, so... I just... hope you can call me back and just..." You let out a sigh, "Just talk to me, Aemond. Don't push me away without an explanation." You bit your lower lip before you continued softly, "If you just don't want to be friends anymore, I'll--I'll understand..." I wouldn't want to be friends with me, either, you thought to yourself sadly. "So just tell it to my face."

You didn't knew what else to say, so you just hung up. You felt lost for the first time in three years. And sad.

Since the second year, you finally realized that what you felt for Aemond was more than friendship, you really liked him.

But you never said or implied that you liked him more than a friend, you were afraid he didn't feel the same, and you would lose him forever.

But, maybe now, you did.

-

"If you just don't want to be friends anymore, I'll--I'll understand."

After hearing your voicemail, Aemond dropped everything he was doing and drove to your apartment.

He thought he was doing the right thing, pushing you out from his life because of his hard time controlling himself from anger issues because of his family, especially his big brother Aegon. But hearing your voice, full of sadness, all because of him, you were right... he needed to speak to you.

You ate dinner at your apartment, and when there was a knock on the door, you were surprised since you weren't expecting anyone. You walked to the front door and frowned as you peered to see who it was.

You opened the door, surprised to see it was Aemond. "Hey," you said, confused was heard in your voice.

"Hey," he said and leaned against the frame. "I, uh... I heard your voicemail."

You nodded a little and waited, but he didn't say anything. "Aren't you going to say it?" you asked.

He seemed to know what you meant, and instead asked something else, "Can I come in?"

You hesitated but stepped aside. He walked in and you closed the door.

You turned to him and followed him to the living room. "Well?" you asked.

Aemond turned to you and leaned on the arm of your couch. He stared at you as he kept his hands on his jacket pockets. "I'm sorry," he said.

"For ignoring me?" you muttered as you crossed your arms over your chest. He nodded and looked down on the floor. You uncrossed your arms and stepped closer until your knees touched his. "Aemond," you said softly and placed your fingers under his chin to lift his head up.

He stared up at you.

"What's wrong?" you asked softly, "Why were you pushing me away?"

"Because I love you."

You froze when he said those words.

"What?" you asked softly.

Aemond moved his hands from his pockets as he stared at you and placed his hands on your hips. He took a shaky breath and looked back at you. "I love you," he confessed.

"I don't want to be friends, I want to be more. But, I..."

You let your feet move you closer to him, and you stood between his legs and placed your hands on his shoulders. "I don't deserve you," he muttered.

"What do you mean?" you asked softly and placed your hands on his cheeks. He closed his eyes at your soft touch and licked his lips before speaking again as he opened his eyes.

"My weekend with my... family, it was a bad idea. I got angry, I almost lost all control of myself, and... when I came back, I was still angry. I pushed you away so you won't have to face me when I'm losing control of myself. I didn't want to scare you."

"Aemond," you said softly and made him look at you again. "You not going to scare me away. I want to be by your side, no matter what. Because I love you."

Aemond stared at you and pulled you softly closer. He moved his hand from your hip to up to your face, caressing your cheek. He moved his hand to the back of your head, pulling your face closer.

You tilted your head and pressed your lips against his. He pulled your face closer, kissing you passionately.

You kissed him back with passion of your own for a long moment, until you pulled your lips from his, both of you breathing heavily. You pressed your forehead against his, both of you closed your eyes, leaning in each other's touch.

"I love you," you said softly.

"I love you, too," he breathed out and placed his hands on your cheeks, pulling your lips back to his softly.

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[echoingbirdsofprey]

Lightning On My Lips (Every Time You Kiss Me)

15 - Don't Wanna Wind Up Missin' You

Pairing: Tyler Owens x OFC Georgia Tennley

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and heavy emotions for both Ty and Gee

A/N: The puppies!!!!!

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The hum of the diesel engine was a welcome sound as Tyler, Georgia, and Boone drove toward his home in Arkansas. He was going to drop Boone off in Little Rock where, with the paycheck Tyler provided him for the season, the ex-rodeo-clown was going to buy himself a truck. That truck was going to get turned into something similar to Tyler’s for next season so over the off-season they had a lot of work to do. 

And Tyler had a conversation he had to have with Georgia. He waited until he knew Boone was fast asleep. Luckily, and unluckily, Boone was the heaviest sleeper Tyler had ever met. On the seat next to him, were the three puppies, Grits, Waffles, and Pancake, all curled together, soaking in the warmth from Boone's sleeping form. Tyler reached over the center console for Georgia’s hand.

“Hey.” He said softly, gaining her attention. She took his hand and squeezed, smiling wide. He brought her hand up to his lips, softly brushing over the back. His tone was low so as not to wake the puppies more so than Boone. “I'm gonna talk to your momma about the house.”

“Okay.” Georgia said flatly and Tyler raised a brow.

“Just okay?” He asked and Georgia’s stare turned hard.

“I just don't want to piss Emmaleigh off anymore than she already is...” She said and he intertwined his fingers in between hers and squeezed reassuringly. 

“You don't worry about that. I'll go to war, figuratively of course, to get what I need to provide for you and my...sorry...our kid.” He murmured and Georgia felt tears well for a second. 

“I just don't wanna lose her too...” She said and Tyler understood what she meant.

“If your sister doesn't want to be involved with you because you took the house off her hands that she didn't want in the first place so that she could get exactly what she wants...she's not gonna be supportive of anything else that you and I do. How do you think she's gonna react to you bein’ pregnant? Especially since it's my kid? You know she hates me anyway. So make it be all my fault. I'm okay with that.” Tyler explained and Georgia stayed quiet for a few moments while she digested his thoughts. He made a good point. Emmaleigh never liked Tyler, so she certainly wouldn't be happy to hear that he was having a kid with her sister, let alone anything to do with the house. And he was right about the house. Eleanor, their mother was constantly texting Georgia saying, ‘guess what your sister is complaining about today’ and rattling off issues about the house. She was definitely getting tired of it, and she wished her mother were still in state. 

“Y’know, Ty, every time you’re around, nothin’ can be normal. I mean...in a little over two weeks, we got back together, I’m probably pregnant, you just bought three puppies, Boone is basically living with us at the moment, we’re driving to fuckin’ Arkansas, after we just survived a giant fuckin’ tornado, and fixed your truck in less than a day and...jesus...” Georgia rattled off everything that had happened and Tyler just chuckled. He could tell she wasn't complaining because she had a huge grin on her face as she said everything and she laughed at the end of the list.

“No, no, no, not ‘normal’. The word you’re lookin’ for is ‘boring’. Boring is not a problem for me. Ever. And...” Tyler’s smirk was wide as Georgia interrupted him. 

“Oh and you asked me to marry you too. That was the most unexpected part of all of this. Like, the tornado wasn’t even that wild.” She said with a smile.

“I did that, yes...wait, did you think I was just gonna getcha pregnant and not put a ring on your finger? You should know by now I ain’t that kinda guy, Gee.” Tyler mused as he kissed her hand again, this time taking his eyes off the road fully and looking at her through lascivious sage orbs.

“No, I just wasn’t expecting you to ask so soon, I guess.” She shrank in her seat a little under his gaze, feeling like she needed to hide from the intensity of his stare, but not out of fear. It was out of arousal. She felt a fire stoked low in her belly and that was a first for her. Sure, she’d been horny before, but this felt different, Something she couldn’t quite describe. He grinned, seeing her squeeze her thighs together, and the road drew his gaze where it should be.

“So soon? C’mon, we’ve known each other for so long.” He said and Georgia straightened up, leaning closer to him over the center console. Her eyes flicked to the back seat, noticing one of the puppies shifting position to get more comfortable. Boone was still very much down for the count.

“Tyler we really haven’t.” She said, tilting her head, her gaze piercing, but he was largely unfazed. 

“Look, Gee, what we had before, it all just felt right and now we’re back together and it just feels like that again. At least to me, it does.” His voice became unsteady. His breath quickened, panic filling his chest. She thought for a moment and then responded.

“This doesn’t feel like that to me, Tyler.” She said and he glanced over, a solemn expression, before she spoke again. “This is so much better.”

Tyler smiled and his expression softened. He wanted to stop the truck and jump over the center console and make out with her, but they weren’t too far from Little Rock, where they’d be dropping Boone off so he had to reel in his feelings for a little while longer. 

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When they arrived in Little Rock, Tyler had to shake Boone and let the puppies crawl on him to get him to wake up. He awoke to puppy kisses and Tyler yelling, “Boone getchur ass outta my truck!” Boone yawned and stretched, then hopped out of the truck. Tyler helped the puppies down so that they could go to the bathroom before they headed back out on the road. They’d stopped at a gas station with a restaurant so Georgia headed to the bathroom as well. She hugged Boone before she did that and let him and Tyler say their goodbyes as well. Their plan was to have Boone meet them back in Stillwater at Georgia’s house. They had to be there in about a week to take care of her horses while her sister headed out to a horse show. 

When Georgia exited the bathroom, she took a quick stroll through the gas station shelves and noticed a couple of pregnancy tests. She thought about grabbing one, but she decided not to. She wanted to know of course, but she also didn’t want to know at the same time. She knew Tyler wanted this to happen more than anything, but Georgia was still feeling like she was in limbo. It felt like she was waiting for something to happen to give her a greater purpose. She felt empty since leaving the rodeo circuit and while the thrill of chasing a tornado down a back road was exciting, it just hadn't hit the spot like rodeo had. Then again, she had an empty feeling inside her chest since she left Tyler, so maybe it wasn’t even the rodeo. Maybe it was Tyler. It didn’t matter what that greater purpose was though, as long as she was with Tyler while trying to achieve it.

Once they were all settled back in the truck, Georgia felt sleepy. She didn’t understand why, as soon as she got in his truck, she could just fall asleep so easily. Maybe it was how comfortable the bucket leather seats were, or maybe it was the smell of his cologne that always lingered faintly in the cab, or maybe it was the low rumble of the Cummins diesel as he drove. Maybe it was the way he drove, so steady and calm, but only when he wasn’t chasing a tornado. Whatever the reason, Tyler noticed and he reached over to place a hand on her thighs and rub for a few moments before speaking. 

“Hey, there's one more stop I wanna make before we get to my parents' house, if that's okay?” His voice was low and quiet and Georgia nodded, then drifted off to a dreamless sleep once again. She awoke easily when she felt the truck roll to a stop. She opened her eyes and gazed out over a beautiful view of the setting sun. Tyler had stepped out and come around to her side and opened the door. “C'mon, wanna show you somethin’.”

Georgia took his hand and he helped her out of the truck. He kept a hold of her hand and led her a few minutes of a walk to a spot overlooking a river and a wide expanse of trees. He'd locked the truck with the still sleeping pups inside.

“Over to the west is where my parents live, to the east a ways is where Jake and I used to go muddin’ and do other stupid shit with our trucks as teenagers, and then right about through the middle here leads directly to the center of my hometown. We're standing on Dardanelle Rock right now and there's an old Native American story about a Cherokee by the name of Dardanelle, who waited for his lover, a Choctaw woman named Leonietta. They were gonna meet and run away together but when she didn't show after he waited for days, he figured she wasn't comin’ so instead of live another day without her, he jumped to his death. So the rock was named after him.” Tyler explained and Georgia’s brows furrowed as he took her hands in his.

‘That's sad.” She said and he nodded, as he gazed down into her pretty blue eyes. "It's always been a spot for lovers to meet though." She held his stare as he took her waist in one hand and one of her hands in his other. She placed her other hand on his bicep and he pulled her close. He paused for a moment, reaching for his phone. He pressed play and put it in his back pocket, turning the volume up just enough so they could hear the beginning guitar chords to “Wind Up Missin’ You” by Tucker Wetmore. Tyler took the lead and guided her into a steady rhythm as the words flowed through his phone speaker and over the soft rustle of the leaves that were just beginning to get some color other than green.

I know I might look like another ballcap on a barstool underneath a PBR light, saying everything under the moon to get you in my arms tonight. 

Georgia’s eyes locked on Tyler's, and she tilted her head with an easy smile as she allowed him to set the pace. This was one of her favorite things about Tyler. Sometimes, when he didn't feel like using his words, he would just pull her into his arms and dance, always taking the initiative. 

You probably heard it all a thousand times but it ain't what it looks like. Girl let me tell you what it looks like. 

Tyler never had a problem articulating what he was feeling, except in the case of Georgia. The words would get stuck in his throat and he couldn't bring himself to say exactly what he was feeling because it would turn into a five minute monologue. He could pour his heart out for her and it still never felt like he could express exactly how much he loved her.

And you look like waves on a sunset, and you can crash on me all night, and you look like wine on a truck bed, and a little what I'm doin’ for the rest of my life.

He could bare his soul and that still wouldn't express his feelings in those moments, when he felt so much love pass between them. He placed her hand across his heart, his much larger one covering hers, and touched his forehead to hers as he continued swaying back and forth, letting the song say everything for him. 

You look like I'm done lookin’, but girl the hard truth is, if this night don't turn into two, you look like I'm gonna wind up missin’ you.

In those moments, Georgia knew to listen, to let the words and the music soak in. To let it wash over her and try to absorb what Tyler was trying to show her.

I've gotta tell you baby, I've been the kinda boy your daddy never wanted you to go and fall in love with. The kind of boys you're probably done with their dumb shit, yeah.

Georgia felt tears sting her eyes at the thought of her father, and how Tyler would never get to meet him. Sure, maybe Tyler was a bit of a bad boy, but Georgia felt like that line might be wrong. Tyler was exactly the type of man her father would've wanted her to be with.

I bet you've heard the stories, can't say I'm proud of that, but I've turned the page on the old me and now I ain't lookin’ back cause

Tyler noticed a tear roll down her cheek and he reached up to wipe it away before stopping their little dance. He leaned down and kissed her as the chorus flowed to their ears again. 

You look like waves on a sunset and you can crash on me all night, and you look like wine on a truck bed, and little what I'm doin’ for the rest of my life. 

When they parted, the sage green of Tyler's eyes had softened to catch her brilliant blue in the fading sunlight. She placed her head against his chest and listened to his heart beat, and he sang along softly. Another thing she loved about him was when he sang to her, because he thought he was a bad singer when he actually wasn't.

You look like I'm done lookin’ but girl the hard truth is, is this night don't turn into two, you look like I'm gonna wind up missin’ you.

She felt the words rumble in his chest as he spoke, one of the most comforting feelings in the world that she'd never get enough of. 

“I know nothin’ is guaranteed, and I know that what we've been through so far has been fuckin’ insane, but if you can make me one promise, Gee, no matter how hard things get...don't ever leave me again...’cause I don't ever wanna miss you again. I don't ever wanna be on this earth without you again. I can handle a lot, but that's the one damn thing I just can't handle. I can't ever miss you again.” Tyler explained and Georgia heard unsteadiness in his voice. She heard the cracking of his composure. She heard the brave and unshakeable Tyler Owens, rattled to his core with the thought of her ever leaving again and that was when it really hit Georgia what she had done. Of course he had forgiven her because that's the kind of man he was, but in that moment Georgia vowed she would do whatever she could to love Tyler and never leave him, ever again. She'd built a fear in him and it was her job, no one else's, to rebuild trust. Like a naughty colt who'd had a difficult go of things, Georgia still had to convince him that everything would be okay. 

“I don't ever wanna miss you again either, Ty. I feel too empty without you...too incomplete.” She whimpered, moving to touch her lips to his. “I swear to God, Tyler Owens, I can't ever be without you again either.”

[unclewaynemunson]

Jeff is one of my favorite characters and I think we should start a post of all our favorite Jeff headcanons. He and Freak get left out in almost every Eddie-centric fic I read, with his "best friend" being either Gareth or Chrissy, and I'm tired of it. Jeff is wonderful. Here's my hc's:

- Jeff and Eddie have been best friends since middle school. They started CC and Hellfire together.

- they went to the Snowball together and rigged the bubble machine to spew bubbles during the slow dance songs. The dance had to end early and Jeff and Eddie never got caught

- Jeff's parents loves Eddie. They used to have sleepovers at each other's place almost every weekend.

- Jeff was the first person Eddie came out to. Jeff tried to be surprised and "that's great, man, thanks for telling me!" But Eddie saw right through that.

- Eddie is afraid of geese and spiders. Jeff thinks this is fucking hilarious.

- post-Vecna, Jeff is the one Eddie reconnects with first. Eddie tells him everything, despite the NDAs and Steve's warnings. Jeff believes him, because he knows there's wacky shit going on in Hawkins, and he's seen Eddie's wounds.

- they have that kind of friendship that nothing can break. Even if they don't see or talk to each other for years, because Life Happens and people lose touch, they'll always have part of themselves carved out for their best friend.

Ok, that's all I got for now, and sorry for the long ask! I just love Jeff so much and he (and Freak, too, because Freak gets ignored because of fatphobia) deserves just as much love and attention as Gareth gets.

What are your Jeff and Eddie headcanons?

I am loving this Jeff love and your headcanons, thank you so much for sending this to me!!! <3

I think with Unnamed Freak things are a bit different bc, yaknow, he doesn't have a name. For me at least that makes me hesitant to write about him so I don't wanna go as far as to say it's all bc he's fat (even though I'm not gonna deny that that probably also plays a part in how popular he is in this fandom urgh). Anyway, yes this fandom certainly does Jeff dirty. I think it's this gross combination of racism and people copying a lot from already existing stories, characterizations and headcanons without much critical thinking of their own (which baffles me, if you're creative enough to write a story please use that creativity for some originality ffs). Anyway, this is gonna turn into a rant again can you tell I'm still annoyed? so let's turn to something more positive now, like my headcanons for our beloved Jeff:

He was the first person in Hawkins (after Wayne obviously) that Eddie got close to. For Jeff it was kinda the same, being a black, nerdy boy in this town had been very isolating for him and Eddie was his first real friend.

Unnamed Freak made their duo into a trio a bit later. All the others in the group (including Gareth) were Eddie's "lost little sheepies" who he sought out to protect. This means that Jeff and Unnamed Freak are the only people who don't borderline worship Eddie but see him (and love him) for who he is including all his flaws. They're also the only ones not afraid to call him out on his bullshit.

Jeff's mom is really cool. Her name is Pauline and she's not like Jeff at all (she was a cheerleader in high school). Despite their differences they love each other a lot. (Jeff's mom is actually heavily featured in one of the fics I wrote so I got her all fleshed out lmao)

He has two little twin sisters. They're friends with Erica, one of them is one of her friends we meet in the mall in s3. He has this typical hate-love relationship with his sisters: they fight a lot, but at the end of the day, he would die for them.

HE'S BISEXUAL

While he can't wait to get out of Hawkins and to a place that'll be more accepting of him, he doesn't want to move too far away from his family.

He's the most loyal friend in the world, 100% a ride-or-die kinda guy

While he does love metal a lot, his guilty pleasure is Tina Turner

Tell me all your Jeff headcanons i wanna hear more about him!

[witchering10123]

is this ooc for kya and hakoda? yes but HEAR ME OUT neglected sokka

sokka seeing katara waterbend for the first time. sokka dragging katara back into their igloo like "mum! dad! look at this look at this!!!" and being so excited because his little sister is a waterbender, that's so cool, and his parents are making a really big deal about it and hurrying katara out to see the elders and sokkas falling a little bit behind but that's ok, because katara's a waterbender and they need to tell the elders

and so they host this celebration - nothing big because they may still get traders but they don't want this to go out to the fire nation - and hakoda and kya are doting over katara and making sure she's had enough to eat and everything and sokka... feels a little weird. he knows its kataras special day but he just feels a little lonely, but when he goes up to his parents they tell him they're busy, so he tells himself that he'll talk to them tomorrow.

but then the next day, his dad is in meetings all day - that are about katara, he gleans from gilak and bato, who look a little confused as to why sokka's alone - and when he goes to find his mum, she's with katara and she's watching her shakily try to bend on command, instead of by accident. so he goes up to her to say hi but she tells him that she's busy and not to distract her. sokka frowns because it doesn't look like she's doing anything and can't he say hi? but then katara loses concentration to say hi to sokka, and though his mum smiles at katara, she doesn't spare another glance at sokka.

which. is fine. he thinks. obviously life is different now that his little sister is a waterbender and he had sooo many adults tell him as such when their village celebrated it, so... it's fine. maybe it's just because his parents look a little worried, he thinks, as they sit down to eat before bed. they do look worried.

and then katara says that she's tired, and his parents wish her good night and their mum goes to tell her a bedtime story and it's exactly as it should be. except that sokkas still eating and they usually wait til both of them are in their cots before the story happens. so he tells her to wait while he quickly shovels his food into his mouth, and he thinks it's fine but then once he's eaten and moving towards his cot, he hears the end of the story

he pouts, saying that he wanted to hear it too, but his mum tells him not now, sokka. she sounds tired. he doesn't care, he wanted to hear it too. she sounds a little angry when she tells him to be quiet, because kataras sleeping, but he doesn't care, he wanted to hear the story and why didn't she wait? it's his dad that scolds him this time, telling him that katara needs her rest. sokka goes to say that he was only a few extra minutes, but he's shut down. his parents tell him that they won't be speaking to him when he's being so rude, and sokka doesn't understand but hes too tired so he cries in his cot before falling asleep.

the next morning, his dad isn't there and neither are katara and his mum. and he learns. he learns through his parents ignoring him when he asks a question and scolding him when he wants something that he's selfish. what else could he be, trying to put himself above his sister, who could be targeted by the fire nation (which he didn't originally know, he finds that out when his dad yells at him one day and, oh ok maybe he is being a bit selfish) and katara needs her parents more anyway because shes the only waterbender, she needs guidance in connecting to her culture and her history. he wonders whether it's technically his history too, but he doesn't ask. he stopped asking a while ago, stopped talking a while ago.

he thinks he hates katara a little. bato tilts his head and asks him why, when he tentatively tells him after the man prods and prods because "I haven't heard you speak for ages kid, you ok?", and sokka doesn't have an answer for him because he doesn't know why he hates katara but he doesn't want to hate her, it's just that his parents like her more cause she's a waterbender. bato tells him thats silly, of course his parents like him, and he ducks his head and mumbles an apology and doesn't notice the way bato frowns and glances over to gilak, who sports an equally worried frown.

the next day his dad takes him fishing. he's so excited but he's nervous too, he doesn't want to upset his dad and his dad is already looking at him weirdly that morning so he answers the questions his dad awkwardly pushes towards him and doesn't ask for help even when he can't get the bait on his hook, and eventually his dad takes the rod from him and does it for him, and he apologises but his dad looks at him weirdly again and so he doesn't speak again on the trip. but... it's nice. his dad claps him on the back everytime he catches a fish and he proudly displays his three fish to him at the end and gets a laugh for his efforts. so. it's nice.

the following week, there's a raid on their tribe. sokka runs towards their igloo, having lost katara in all the chaos. he pulls to a stop by the entrance, hearing his mum talking to some guy about the waterbender and... what is she doing?

he freezes. the man stomps out of their home, sees sokka and throws him aside. sokka doesn't feel the bruises til the next day, and when he does he doesn't care.

there's no point. he's got to take care of katara. that's his job now