#i'm saying that jokingly but i think it would be funny if a hypothetical person tried to fully excuse everything because His Autistic Traits

[boiled-dennis]

dennis finally sorta acknowledges his attraction to men and starts a relationship with this random guy using a Dennis’ Relationship Standards Checklist he created that the guy has to sign. his bpd makes him deeply attached + really vulnerable way too soon without realising it, and he starts talking about himself, but the guy is really weird and says stuff in response like “y’know, i always had an interest in psychopaths.” dennis feels uneasy about it way too late and the guy ends up ghosting him because he isnt living up to the expectations he had of being with A Crazy Person (the whole situation backed dennis into a corner and really changed his demeanour), and a month later the guy is at paddy’s and dennis yells at him to fuck off, but then dee shows up and is like “why are you yelling at my boyfriend??” fully aware that dennis had a relationship with him, but not knowing any details

[catcze]

Hypothetically, if one were to breakup with Wriothesley, how do you think he’d take it? Would he mope around for weeks on end, whining about his feelings to anyone willing to listen, or would he move on pretty quickly and act as if everything’s fine?

OH A VERY INTERESTING QUESTION

If we're talking abt this in a funny, lighthearted way like the reader having to take a trip somewhere and jokingly saying 'does this count as a momentary break up?' or smthn like that, I think Wriothesley would take it,,, kinda well? He would definitely be more sullen and grumpy around the fortress. Definitely prone to grumbling and swearing under his breath. Would do the dramatic thing of longingly staring out of windows, putting his hand against the glass and going 'when will my bae return from the war' HAHHASKJDBN would definitely have a framed black and white photo of you on his desk and looks longingly at it when he misses u :(( but lowkey to people who dont know you're just away on a trip, they think you passed away or someshit so they get so surprised and sad when they see Wriothesley sulking around ur picture and they offer him condolences and he's just so ?????? confused ??? 💀💀

ok funny moments over angsst time under the cut hasdjknajks

OKAY but let's say that you do seriously break up with him. I think he would respond to it in different ways regarding the circumstances of your breakup, but for the sake of this being substantial let's say that you break up with him out of the blue. No context, no reason, no buildup. Yesterday you two were snuggling on his couch, and now you're walking out of the door (out of his life) with nothing more than a, "I'm sorry, Wriothesley. I just don't love you anymore."

Everyone who hears is so shocked by the news. They're all waiting to hear about Wriothesley's meltdown at losing the love of his life, because yeah the guy keeps his cool well enough, but everyone thought that you two were endgame, so they wouldn't blame him if his facade were to crack.

But it's radio silence.

They hear nothing from him. No trashed office, no seeing him furiously writing letters to you asking for you back. Nothing. The day after the breakup, it seems like it never even happened. People shrug, deciding not to think too much about it. Maybe it was a mutual thing, they think. Maybe he saw it coming. Maybe that's why he's taking it so well.

But he's really not. He's fucking heartbroken.

Away from prying eyes and people who would pity him if they so much as see even the slightest of falter, he misses you. When he lays in the bed that is now much too large for just one person, he wonders where it had gone wrong between you two. If there was something flawed with you, flawed with him, or just flawed with the relationship itself.

He wonders if things could have been different if he had talked to you more, checked in more often instead of burying himself in the matters of the fortress as often as he did. Wriothesley wonders if he just hadn't been enough for you. Perhaps you had expected someone different to lie behind his walls that you had slowly and gradually torn down. Had you been so dissatisfied with him? Were you smiling and laughing and holding him under the pretense of just making him feel better?

Wriothesley has to forcefully extract himself from his wallowing. He has too much to do. Responsibilities he must take care of. He doesn't spend much time in his room, anymore. It's been all too often that assistants and guards have found him asleep on his desk instead, attributing it to the growing problems of the fortress that he takes care of well into the night.

Sigewinne asks for you, you know. She wonders where you've gone, when you'll be back to help her make stickers to stick on Wriothesley's gauntlets. He doesn't have the heart to tell her that you're not going to be back, and he doesn't have the heart to remove the stickers you've stuck on there yourself, either.

[yaachtynoboat711]

Fonder Ch. 3

A/N: Hopefully, this isn’t as angsty as the previous chapters have been. I have become a monster 😭😭😭. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy. Enjoy the houseclaim link too.

Word Count: 1966

Warning(s): Angst, slow burn

Friday, September 12, 2014, Los Angeles, California, 9:35 a.m., Winston’s Apartment

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Fuck. Already?”, Winston muttered to himself as he slowly twisted his body to shut the alarm off. Nearly three months after his breakup with Yaa and he still wasn’t used to not being greeted with a funny text of some sorts from her. No funny voicemail or meme to start the day off with. Fuck, I miss her.

His phone buzzed; it was from Michelle, his new girlfriend of almost a month and a half. She was sweet and caring, but not Yaa by a long shot. They kinda just met—no bells and whistles. They met at a coffee shop when he was filming for Person of Interest. She was coming to town for a few weeks for an assignment. As a freelance journalist, she didn’t have a choice to pick or choose what assignment to take.

“Hey, you.”, Winston answered.

“How are you, honey?”, she replied.

“Just waking up. Have you boarded yet?”

“They’re about to close the door. Calling you to remind you that my flight gets here at 2:35 and—“

“—and you want me to pick you up? I was actually thinking about letting you hang out at the airport for a few while I got dinner ready.”, he suggested nonchalantly.

“What? Winston,no! Why would you do that? You don’t want me there or something?”, she squeaked.

“Geez, Michelle, r e l a x. I was kidding! Can’t take a joke?”, he answered defensively. Michelle definitely wasn’t Yaa. By now, Yaa would’ve cussed him completely out before adding, “That’s why I’ll get some old dick or my side nigga to come get me, since you playin’ so goddamn muhfuckin’ much.” Yup, Khalida was a Carolina reaper and Michelle was a bell.

“Ok. I’ll call you when I land. Talk you then!” The phone clicked.

“Damn,bye.”, he said as he locked his phone.

After he showered, he walked into kitchen to hear Power 106 playing “Tuesday”. His song at the moment. Bop and bop, he danced without a care in the world. He’d had a productive week after all: he’d just returned from New York for more work, met his audition quote for the month, and folded his clothes the moment they came out of the dryer. He was long overdue for a haircut, but hey, he wasn’t trying to impress anyone.

Since it was Friday, he had laxed schedule: gym, pick Michelle up, date at the house, take her to her hotel, and possibly watch some TV or Netflix.

But, since he had time before going to the gym, he was going out for a run.

4:27 p.m., Vons

Going to the gym before running bus errands was probably the dumbest decision he’d made in a minute. His thighs were still on fire and so were his arms. Dumbass. He sat in Vons’ parking lot for a breather and to Google what wine goes with lemon chicken piccata. Yaa had taught him the basics of wine pairing, but advanced pairings weren’t quite his forte. Sauvignon blanc. Bet.

Winston confidently walked into Vons ready to conquer the wine and spirits aisle. He got a little too overzealous; he went to the wrong aisle. When he finally made it to the right one, he just about had a heart attack. Is that—nah. She wouldn’t be out here. Lemme go over one more aisle and come through the other way to get a better look. He tussled with the idea that she would be in California, but then again, what other copper loc’d, Alabama crimson and houndstooth wearing, thick Black woman would be in Malibu? It is Khalida.

He conjured up the perfect plan: she was glued to her phone (when wasn’t she?), so he would intentionally bump into her cart so she could look up. Here goes nothing.

He got closer to the middle of the aisle, taking his box of cereal out of his hand basket. He bumped into her, causing his cereal to fall from his grip and her her phone.

“Goodness, I am so so sorry. I need to stop driving distrac—”, she finally looked up and her eyes immediately bugged out, dropping the box of cereal. “Winston?! Wh-wh...What are you do-doing out in Malibu?”, she tried searching for words. Winston chuckled deeply.

“It’s nice to see you, too, K.D.”, he said unenthusiastically. “The question is: what are you doing in California?”

The two hugged deeply. Three months apart and the spark was still there. They both took in each other’s scents and finally separated.

One thing he definitely noticed about her was that she was taking of her self. Fresh re-twist and color? Check. Skin cleared up? Most def. Been to the gym? Had she?! She was thicker, yet toned. Her ex-boyfriend had to be responsible. My God from Zion, she still looks like an image of beauty.

“Well, not even a week after we broke up, Kimya and I get a call saying we’d been invited to work out here in L.A. on this secret project. It’s due October 20th and we’re leaving November 1st. How’s LA been treating you?”

“I’ve been back in New York actually filming Person of Interest. I think I recalled you watching it at some point.” Why couldn’t I have just waited?!

“Word? I stopped watching after the first season if we’re keeping it a hunnit. How big of a role are we talking?”, she crossed her arms in anticipation of his answer.

He was ready to brag now. “I can’t say much, but it’s a pivotal role in the season’s progression. I’m playing someone totally opposite of myself.” He was feeling himself; he sported a full grin. “You look good. Working out?” Yes, God, she is. Blessed be.

She noticed him staring at her slightly toned but oh so edible thighs. Her calves were more defined. Thanks to dancing and working out with Matt, she was physically in the best shape of her life.

“I have, actually. Thanks for noticing.” She jokingly struck a pose. “ANYWAYS, I gotta go because I got oxtails braising on the stove and that’s the only thing that should be braising when I get back.” Oxtail?!?! Surely, that’s not just for her. Has to be Matt. Lucky bastard. She picked up the wine she came in for.

“That’s what I came for, too. I have a uh...date tonight and I just googled what to get in the parking lot.” They laughed.

Even though she laughed, he could sense her energy shift.

“A date?! Who’s the lucky winner?”, she asked.

“Her name is Michelle. She’s a freelance writer. You seeing anybody?” He asked with bated breath.

Khalida nodded and covered her mouth as she processed the new information. “A freelance writer? Nice.” Her energy reverted. “And to answer your question, nope. This project gotcha girl swamped. I don’t have time to entertain a relationship.”, she was partially lied. I'm surprised she didn’t pull anyone the week after our relationship. I’m amazed Matt hasn’t scooped her up.

Winston looked down at his watch. “Shit! I gotta go start dinner. Before I go, here’s my new number. It was nice seeing you.” He gave her his new number and they exchanged addresses before they hugged one last time and traveled their separate ways.

Deep down, he wanted to just scoop her up and drown her in kisses, but he still had to go home to Michelle.

“Hey, Wins.”, she called out, walking back towards the end of the aisle. He quickly snapped his head around.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t be a stranger.”

He lowered his head and laughed. “I won’t. I promise.”

8:36 p.m., Winston’s apartment

He replayed that in his head over and over again. Why did I just let her go like that? For some reason, he decided to play an Apple Music break-up playlist . Of all the songs that aided him with the agonizing break-up, only one spoke to him: She’s Out of My Life by Michael Jackson. Michael Jackson was Khalida’s all-time favorite artist (second was Beyoncé), so the pain stung a tad more. She kinda hated that song because she wanted to know, in her exact words,“who the fuck would hurt my good dawg Mike the way they did. Punk ass bitch. ” The thought of Khalida cursive a hypothetical person out 35 years after the fact always made him cackle. Even though the song came out in 1979, Michael was speaking to Winston’s exact to situation.

It’s out of my hands

It’s out of my hands

To think for [seven months] she was here

And I took her for granted, I was so cavalier

Now the way that it stands, she’s out of my hands.

So I learned that love's not possession

And I learned that love won’t wait

Now I’ve learned that love needs expression

But I learned too late

Winston stared off into the abyss, deep within his thoughts, and tears staining his face as the song looped for what seemed like an eternity. It was true: he sorta realized that he was being possessive about their love and that love wouldn’t wait. Damn Khalida for being right the whole time. Damn Carrie for throwing that stupid prophecy over their heads and ultimately being right. Damn Michael Jackson for making this song especially for him. But mostly, damn himself for allowing himself for pursuing a woman out of his league like Yaa. She was walking Black Girl Magic and he didn’t deserve to be in the same room as her, yet alone call himself her boyfriend.

He could hear his phone ringing in the other room. He let it ring and it rang once more before he got up to answer it.

He took the phone off the charger and saw 2 missed calls from his mom. Shit,shit shit. He tapped on the notification with the quickness; she quickly answered.

“Winston, my son, I called you twice. I began to worry.”, his mom opened.

“I know, I’m sorry,mum. I was in another room. Everything ok?”, he answered.

“I should be asking you the same question. I’ve been worried about you lately.” She could sense something was wrong with her youngest born. “I called because I’m worried about you.”

He sat up. “Wh-what? Why?”

“I sense an emptiness in your voice and in your spirit, Winston.”

“An emptiness?”

“Yes, my child, an emptiness. Like someone stripped away something precious.”

“I...I couldn’t honestly tell you. I may just be homesick and missing you.”

He wasn’t totally wrong, but neither was he telling the whole truth. While he was adjusting to the rapid LA pace and lifestyle as the “new normal”, part of that new normal was adjusting to his life without Khalida. It was rough, but he was managing.

“Well, just know that I’m praying for you. I don’t know what it is that void, but whatever it may be, don’t allow to rob you of the joy God has blessed you with, eh? It is my prayer that you find peace and comfort. I want you to have a full and complete life, ok? I love you.”, she said.

He flicked away the tear that fell. “I love you,too.”

Leave it to his mother to say what needed to be said without actually knowing what was actually going on. He sat at the edge of the bed, thinking about how much growth and maturity that needed to take place in his life. Khalida mentioned it before their break-up and she was right. Both of them needed to grow before they could be together again. The repairs on the plane were in its beginning stages.

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[hoseokutie]

Market Boy pt.2

Part 1

Words:

Warnings: Eating squid, Super Fluffy!Jungkook, Kissing 

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Jungkook was currently in his shared apartment with his brother, he was currently getting ready for his date tonight.

"Hey do I look okay? Is it too much or too little?" He asked his older brother.

"I think you're freaking out way too much and definitely need to chill the heck out. You said it yourself that she's not the person to care about appearance so who cares?" he asked ruffling his fluffy hair.

"Yeah I guess you're right. By the way can I borrow some money? I don't get paid until the end of the week. Please I'll cover one of your shifts with no back talk" Jungkook begged him.

"Yeah, but don't spend it like a dumb ass okay? Buy her dinner and dessert and maybe buy her a cute bracelet or something, I don't know what you kids are into." He says handing him $50.

"Hyung this is perfect. Thank you so much for everything. I love you so much." Jungkook gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"Ew stop, get the hell out of here you weirdo" he said gently slapping the younger boy's face.

"I'll see you when I get back!" Jungkook announced as he left the house and began his walk to the market.

On the other side of town, you were also getting ready for your tonight. You did a double take before leaving your apartment, and making your way to the market. You also decided to walk there since it's not that far.

You stood by your shop as you waited for Jungkook to arrive. In all honesty you forgot what time he said he wanted to meet up, so you decided to stand there and wait for him.

"Hey Y/N! You're here a few minutes early" he commented and you checked the time on your phone.

"I guess I am a little early, huh?" You mentioned as you looked back at him in slight embarrassment.

"Let me guess, you forgot what time we were supposed to meet, so you decided to just wait here?" he asked.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't" You said crossing your arms.

"Okay yeah I did, you caught me, I'm guilty" You confessed chuckling a little.

"That's okay, you said it yourself that you weren't the best when it came to timing things." He nudged your shoulder.

You gently hit his arm and held his hand in yours.

"I don't know about you, but I'm pretty hungry and excited for some seafood." You told him as you began to swing your hands back and forth.

"Well then let's go get some food shall we?" He asked enthusiastically.

You let him lead the way to the seafood restaurant located in the back of the market.

"Oh look, it's the love birds of this place. We were wondering when you guys were coming to see us!" Stephen, the owner of the restaurant, exclaimed when he saw you and Jungkook walk inside.

"How did you know we were gonna be here tonight?" You asked walking over to a table and sitting down across from Jungkook.

"Jungkook's mother told me that you guys would pay us a visit, and that I needed to take good care of you and watch out for you" he said and you frowned.

"Does his mom not trust me?" you asked slightly offended.

"No, she trust you. It the little Kookie monster across from you that she doesn't trust." he commented and you laughed loudly and covered your mouth.

"What! I'm innocent and have done nothing wrong in at least a week!" he said crossing his arms.

"You are so cute when you're upset Kookie." You told him to try and tease him.

"Yeah, but you're cute all the time."He raised an eyebrow at you.

"Someone is feeling flirty I see." You raised an eyebrow back at him.

"I can't help it when I have a beautiful woman sitting right in front of me."

This boy is trying to kill me, you thought to yourself.

"What do you cutie pies want to drink?" Miranda, Stephen's wife, asked the two of you.

"I'll have a mango lemonade" You said smiling up at her.

"And I'll have a beer" Jungkook said full of confidence.

"I need to see your ID" she said smirking at him.

"On second thought, I think I will have coca-cola" he said smiling up at her.

"Smart choice" she said walking to the back.

"Trust me, beer isn't that good anyway" You told him looking at the different food items on the menu.

"I forget that you're older than me sometimes. How does it feel to be twenty-two years old?" he asked and you simply shrugged your shoulders.

"I'm older than I was last year, and I'm still the same old girl, so I feel the same. Nothing to be excited about" You told him honestly.

"And what can I get you two to eat?" she asked.

Jungkook perked up at the mention of food.

"Can I get the salmon sashimi and the tempura sushi please with lots of wasabi. Oh! And the white radish please on the side. I like the crunch" He smiled over at you waiting for you to order.

You looked at him in surprise. The only remotely Japanese food you knew about was fried calamari. Grabbing the menu you did your best.

"I uh. Can I get the shrimp o-ni-gi-ri and um the California Roll please" You closed the menu looking away from the both of them knowing you sounded like a complete fool.

Jungkook tilted his head looking at you confused.

Why is she so reclusive all of a sudden? Did I do something? He thought to himself in compete and utter confusion.

"If it helps I thought your pronunciation was kind of cute" he told you and you smiled while still covering your face in embarrassment.

"Oh come on, show me that pretty face that I've been waiting to see. I've wanted to take you on a date for months and now and you're covering your beautiful face. It makes me sad" he leaned over and moved your hands from your face.

"There you are" he mumbled looking at you with a look that you have never seen before.

"You are so beautiful to me." he said sitting back in his chair.

"Oh please, I'm sure the girls back home are a lot cuter than me" You told him as you sipped my lemonade.

"I mean, not to sound like an asshole or anything, but for the time that I was in Korea none of the girls there caught my eye like you did when I first saw you." He confessed and you nearly choked on your ice.

"Jungkook wow I um. I'm flattered. I don't know what to say. I've never had someone say such nice things like that to me before." You simply chuckled and played with your nails.

It's an annoying habit of yours that you have been waiting to die out for a while.

"You don't have to say anything until the end of our date." he said and you raised an eyebrow up at him in confusion.

"What does that mean?" You questioned.

"You shall see cutie pie. Look at that our food is here!" he announced as Stephen and Miranda brought you both some more food and refills for your almost empty glasses.

"This looks absolutely amazing!" You commented a little too loudly.

Luckily for you and Jungkook the restaurant was empty, well except for Jungkook, Stephen, Miranda and, well of course you. Which is oddly strange considering the fact that this place doesn't close until 9:00 and it's only 7:20.

"Do you want to try the tempura sushi?" he asked holding it up to you.

"I don't know, I'm not a big fan of wasabi" You told him and he frowned.

"Please for me? Just a tiny little bite. You won't regret it, I promise!"

Damn this boy really knows how to be convincing.

"Alright fine, just for you Jungkook." You leaned over and bit into the food and was actually surprised at the taste.

"Wow that's really- Jesus Christ that's spicy!" You exclaimed quickly drinking half of your lemonade again.

"I know and that's what makes it great!" he said smiling as he stuffed two pieces into his mouth.

"Jungkook I'm calling the police and telling them you tried to murder me." You jokingly mumbled fanning your mouth reaching for one of your own wasabi free sushi rolls.

"Well I'll just tell them that you attacked me first with your good looks!" he retorted back.

You threw a napkin at him and playfully crossed your arms in defeat. You don't know who this boy learned to flirt from, but damn he's good.

"You can't beat me no matter how hard you try Y/N, I'm always six steps ahead of you"

"I'll say two steps ahead. Six steps is taking it a little too far."

You said as you stole some of his salmon sashimi.

"It's juicy isn't it?" He questioned looking at you with hooded eyes smirking slightly taking another bite of his tempura.

"Jungkook I want to go home." You said jokingly.

"Alright, so then you're paying for the bill?" he asked grabbing his jacket and you swear that it took about seven angels to hold you back.

"No, I'm just kidding. Please don't hit me." he reached over and held your smaller hand and you playfully rolled your eyes.

"Very funny Jeon, very funny. You almost had me there" You said pointing your chopstick at him.

"Hypothetically though, if I did just so happen to lose my brothers money that he gave me, what would you do?" he asked and you got nervous again, once again you pray to Jesus almighty above that this better be another one of his silly tricks.

"Well obviously I would pay for the bill and have you take me on two more dates until I feel better." You answered and he pulled out the money smiling widely.

"Well thank God I didn't lose it" he chuckled and you shook my head.

Suddenly Stephen walked over with a bowl of something.

"Stephen why is something moving in that bowl?" You asked moving to the other side of the table behind Jungkook.

Before Stephen could answer Jungkook rushed over closer to the bowl pulling you along with him.

"Ojing-eo!" I haven't eaten this since my 13th birthday party. My dad had fished it up for me." He smiled fondly at the memory and took his chopsticks taking the squirming tentacles out putting a dollop of wasabi on it before stuffing it in his mouth.

"It still tastes amazing"

You didn't even know what to say or do. Stephen chuckled nervously scratching the back of his neck.

"You two have a good night"

He grabbed the bowl and turned on his heel walking back to the kitchen.

"Did I do something wrong?" Jungkook asked looking at me as he sucked up the rest of the tentacle into his mouth.

"Not necessarily, but I will say I also wasn't expecting to see that." You said trying to hold in your laugh.

"Do you want to try this?" He asked holding the tentacle up to you.

You stared at it as it moved before looking back at him and shaking your head.

"I would like to politely decline your offer if that's okay with you." You said picking up some more of your own food before eating it.

"I'm sorry, that was kind of gross wasn't it?" He blushed in embarrassment and looked down.

"Not gross, because it's a cultural thing, but very different. But if you enjoy it then who am I to judge." You smiled at him and wiped the side of his face with a napkin.

"Yeah, we are definitely going on another date in the future. You are perfect holy crap." He said.

All you could do was chuckle and nod in agreement.

Once the dinner was over, Jungkook paid Stephen, and the two of you left the restaurant.

"What do you want to do now?" He asked, taking your hand into his.

"Well it's not too late to get dessert." You guys stopped in the middle of the market and just held hands.

"I've got the perfect dessert right here in front of me." He said looking down at you.

You both went silent before you both burst into laughter.

"Yeah that was cringy and I apologize." He shook his head and sighed loudly.

"I'm the worst."

You took this as an opportunity to lean in and place your lips onto his waiting for a reaction from him. You relaxed when he wrapped his arms around you and kissed back slowly pulling you closer to him. The owners of the restaurant clapped behind you two and you pulled away from his lips and giggled.

"You got your salty tears in my mouth!" you exclaimed and he smirked at you

"Jungkook if you say anything remotely pervy I will slap you and not look back" you warned him pointing at him.

He just shrugged and leaned in this time taking the initiative to kiss you slowly gliding his tongue across your lower lip.

"Alright Jungkook that's enough! I know who your mother is and she would not be proud of you right now!" Stephen said and Jungkook kissed your lips again before pulling away but still holding you close to his chest.

"I had a lot of fun tonight Jungkook, I really did." you mumbled rubbing his cheek with your thumb.

"Good, because I planned on taking you out again this week, if it's okay with you." he said rubbing your back and you nodded your head.

Suddenly Thinking Out Loud  started playing and you two looked over to see Stephen and Miranda dancing in the middle of their shop. Jungkook stood back and bowed in front of you.

"Can I have this dance with a beautiful lady such as yourself?" He asked you and you curtsied him.

"Yes sir you may" you granted him permission and he walked back over and held your right hand in his and placed his left hand on your lower back.

"Tonight is truly like a fairy tale" you said

"The only thing we're missing is fireworks." he said and you both jumped at the sound of fireworks.

"Well what do you know?" He said and you both looked outside.

"Oh hey guys!" Namjoon, your neighbor, said waving at you guys from the outside of his shop

"Hey Namjoon" you and Jungkook said chuckling as you both looked at each other and finished the night with more dancing and kisses.