#like who does that. who treats someone like a best friend for like 6 months and then completely ghost them. who fucking does that.

[stabbedthrutheeye]

i used to really like the part of cabinet man by lemon demon where it goes “smashing in my face, with a crowbar” and i would sing that line whenever i got frustrated but. now i can barely listen to the song at all. fuck’s sake.

[nicromancytarot]

WHAT DO YOU NEED TO FOCUS ON RIGHT NOW?

This is a general reading based on a collective of people. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. If you don’t feel the pile resonates with you, don’t be scared to try another, if it still doesn’t feel right, that’s ok! Maybe our energies aren’t as connected and my readings are not for you.

I do these strictly for fun and educational purposes. I do not charge for these readings, and I do not fake readings. I would tell you the cards I get for the readings, but I pull like 15-20 cards each reading and that is just slightly a strenuous task to write them all down lmao.

PICK A CARD TAROT READING

I asked my spirit guides what you need to focus on right now, pick a picture and find out what they had to say!

Pile 1 ———> Pile 2 ———> Pile 3

Pile 4 ———> Pile 5 ———> Pile 6

PILE 1

Maintaining relationships and friendships is the most important thing for you guys right now. It’s been proven hard for people to hold up friendships and relationships of those who they are about, as lots of people are becoming less tolerant towards bullshit. Perhaps you’re not being the best version of yourself towards your friends right now. I’d recommend taking a look inside yourself and figuring out what is making you act out in possibly not the best ways, and how can you help yourself, and make up with others in the process?

PILE 2

You guys need to focus on your money and how you are treating it, I don’t know if you’re being too lenient, or too stubborn with your spending, some of you will fit into their of these. Make sure you spend responsibly. For those of who who have the money and are scared to spend it because you fear you will lose it, you won’t - you can spend an amount without worrying about not making it back, because you will gain that back. For those of you who are the opposite and spending too much, or too impulsively, take a breather and allow yourself to take a break from spending for this next month, only spend money on necessities.

PILE 3

You guys have a decision that you need to make right now, something in which you are very confused or stuck towards. I’m assuming this decision to be quite life changing for you guys, so get thinking and try to figure out the best choice for you. Not to scare you my pile 3’s, however if you don’t make this decision and choose the direction or path you desire to go down, the universe will do it for you, and they will lead you to that tower moment to get rid of everything and start again.

PILE 4

This is a very specific message, so if it doesn’t resonate, choose another pile. For the ones of you who this does resonate with, you guys seem to currently be struggling on whether or not you want to give your heart to someone. You may have been hurt in the past and now worried about opening yourself up to a person in such a way. Don’t stress so much about this, you will find and make the decision that is right for you.

PILE 5

Focus on your healing journey so those around you who have hurt you and caused you great sadness will be able to feel that of what they made you experience. Your reading is themed heavily around karma that can only be achieved once you heal yourself and accept that these people hurt you. Take your time, not too much, but allow yourself to figure out who these people were and what they did to you. You are so incredibly powerful, the universe wants you to heal so they can have your back and get at those who have hurt you. For a very select few or you, this could theme around legal trouble, gather your evidence and keep it all orderly for when you need to speak about it.

PILE 6

You guys need a breather, take some time to just relax, rest, stop doing so much. You guys are very busy, some of you are really into the whole nightlife scene, and are constantly out partying until early hours of the morning. Take a moment from it and relax, you need to rest instead of working or doing so much constantly. Allow yourself to relax for the love of god. SLEEP.

[purfectstormzz]

Think I need someone older | Sebastian Stan x reader (social media au)

Summary: in which guys her age don’t know how to treat her right but a certain Romanian actor knows exactly how to treat her.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

Warnings: Age gap (reader is 25, Sebastian is 41). Mean comments about reader.

A/n: The photos are all photos that I found on Pinterest so credits to whoever took those photos :). The dates under the post are random dates that I chose😊

Masterlist

Instagram.com

Yourusername

Liked by TomHolland, CharlesLeclerc and 567000 others

Yourusername: Young, wild & free!

21 October 2021

Comments:

FlorencePugh: You dropped this m’lady 👑

Zendaya: Mother!

Username23: When is she going to finally find someone to be with. She’s 23 it’s about time.

> Y/nswife: Let her live her life, she’s happy without someone!

> Y/nsfan: Exactly and every guy she has dated treated her like shit so let her be happy dude!

TimotheeChalamet: Check your dm’s😚

> Y/nswife: Not this guy making his move🫡

Yourusername

Liked by TimotheeChalamet, Bobbyskeetz and 657000 others

Yourusername: Last weekend with the friends✨

4 March 2022

Comments:

Y/nswife: Is that who I think it is???

> y/nsfan: What in the soft launch is this😮

FlorencePugh: Best weekend ever😙

TimotheeChalamet: We should do this again!!

> y/nswife: y’all I think we lost her

> username224: it is about time, at her age most people are already married.

> y/nswife: Respectfully, shut the f*ck up 😊

Menshealth

Liked by Yourusername, SebastianStan and 547000 others

Menshealth: Sebastian Stan in our latest photoshoot.

6 June 2022

Comments:

Yourusername: Respectfully Smash🫣

*comment liked by @Sebastianstan

> y/nswife: Girl😳

>Sebastianstanswife: She’s so real for that🤭

Yourusername

Liked by TimotheeChalamet, Zendaya and 736000 others

Yourusername: Prada 2023🖤

27 June 2023

Comments:

Zendaya: Prettiest girl ever🥰

>yourusername: Stop it, you’re making me blush☺️

Y/nswife: Mother fr

TimotheeChalamet: I’m so lucky to have such a pretty best friend🫶🏼

> y/nfan2: Best friend is code for girlfriend🤭

SebastianStan

Liked by Yourusername, ChrisEvans and 647000 others

SebastianStan: Prada ‘23

23 June 2023

Comments:

SebastianStanswife: I have something inappropriate to say🥵

> Yourusername: Same tbh😫

> SebastianStanswife: you’re so real for this girly🤭

Y/nswife: Ngl I kinda ship y/n and Sebastian😨

> username23: He’s literally 17 years older then her.

Yourusername added to their story

25 July 2023

Celebritynews

Liked by Y/nswife, SebastianStanswife and 6570000 others

Celebritynews: Actor Sebastian Stan (41) and actress Y/n Y/l/n (25) seen together in New York last night. Is there a new couple?

2 September 2023

Comments:

Y/nswife: Mother and father!!

SebastianStanswife: I’m not even mad, they look so good together.

Username23: The age gap is a bit weird🤔

> username234: exactly, he could be her dad!

>y/nsfan: Dude they’re both legal adults it’s not like she’s underage or something.

> Username23: Still. It’s a bit weird he’s 41😳

Username347: She’s probably only after his money

> y/nswife22: Did you miss the part where they said that she’s an actress too. She literally makes as much money as he does🤷‍♀️

> username236: Still, there are enough guys on the planet that she could date that are around her age😬

Y/nsfan45: I’m actually really happy for her. Finally a guy that knows how to treat her right.

Yourusername

Liked by SebastianStan, Y/nswife and 765000 others

Yourusername: Older men just do it better. Happy 4 months my love🫶🏼

Tagged: @SebastianStan

27 October 2023

Comments:

SebastianStan: Happy 4 months love🫶🏼

Y/nswife: 4 months?🫢

TimotheeChalamet: I’m finally able to speak again without almost spoiling this secret🫣

> Y/nsfan: All the people that thought that Timothée and Y/n were a couple are clowning so hard rn🤡

Y/nswife33: I’m so happy for her!!

Username23: The age gap is still a bit weird!

SebastianStan

Liked by Yourusername, ChrisEvans and 765000 others

SebastianStan: What the kids call a hard launch these days. Happy 4 months love❤️

Tagged: @yourusername

27 October 2023

Comments:

Yourusername: Happy 4 months honey❤️

ChrisEvans: Congrats both of you😊

Y/nswife: Mother finally found a father for us!

Sebastianstanswife: I find them so cute together!!

[sorchathered]

Sacred New Beginnings (part 1)

This is a story over the weekend of Mav and Penny’s wedding, you and Bradley had been engaged and it had all gone to shit, with you back in town for the impending nuptials will you find your way back to each other? Or will you realize you were meant to be with someone else all along?

Pairing(s)- Bradley Bradshaw x reader, Jake Seresin x reader

Warnings- drinking, language, mentions of cheating, eventual smut. 18+

Song inspo- I bet you think about me- ts, the story of us- ts, Cornelia street- ts (yes I’m very taylor coded with this series lmao)

You’d begged Jake to keep it to himself, at least until you could get your bearings in North Island and talk to Bradley yourself. It had been 6 months since the two of you split, he’d put his mother’s ring on your finger and promised you a lifetime but it certainly didn’t turn out like either of you planned. Everything crashing and burning before you ever got a chance to say I do. Now you were back in San Diego at the request of Maverick and Penny for their long awaited nuptials and no matter where you looked all you saw was Bradley Bradshaw.

Jake Seresin was your former front seater, the two of you flew a handful of missions together when you’d been stationed here before. You trusted each other in a way most people didn’t, going through countless near death situations will do that to someone. As you stepped out of the airport into the cool night air you could see him leaning against his ridiculous fully kitted Ford F-150, you could take the man out of Texas but he’d be a cowboy no matter where he went.

“There she is! Stormy girl you are a sight for sore eyes!” He scoops you up in a big bear hug and you finally feel yourself relax, tension melting away just being able to be with your best friend like this.

“Hey douchebag, missed you so much” you say punching his shoulder and letting him lead you into the truck, peeling out of the lot and onto the dark highway.

There’s just something about him that calms you down. Everyone gets the big bad “Hangman” persona and while you’ve witnessed it more times than you can count he’s never once treated you that way. Being around him now feels like home and you need that more than ever knowing the heartache that’s bound to seep into what should be a fairytale weekend. You wring your hands nervously, you know you need to ask but you don’t want to pop the happy bubble you both are in. Time to rip off the bandaid.

“So please tell me you kept your damn mouth shut Jakey, last thing I want to do this weekend is cause a scene. Just want to watch Mav and Penny say I do and head back to Florida with no casualties.”

He frowns at you from across the console, mussing your hair with his hand, he loves having you back here, nothing has felt quite the same without you in his daily life. He knew you’d want to know about he who must not be named (yes Jake considers Bradley to be the Voldemort in your story, no he won’t apologize for it) but he had hoped you’d give yourself some time to adapt first.

“I promise darling, haven’t said a word, hand to God. We will make this weekend a blast and send you on back without a hitch, so long as ol’ Rooster keeps his nose clean we shouldn’t have an issue.”

Just hearing his name causes your heart to lurch, you’ve done so good about avoiding him; blocking his socials and refusing to stalk any of the daggers insta’s for pictures of your former lover.

“How is he?” You say quietly, inspecting your hands in your lap now, refusing to look up for fear that Jake will see your tells; he always does though.

He looks at you with furrowed brows, he wasn’t ready to break your heart again, so he rattled off a bare bones list of info you were looking for, not willing to succumb to the rumors floating around that would only rile you up. The last thing you needed was to spend the weekend drowning in what went wrong and what could have been.

“Recently got promoted to lieutenant commander, got a dog a few weeks ago, no I don’t know if he’s dating anyone and no I wouldn’t tell you if I did. We aren’t doing this to ourselves you hear me? You didn’t do anything wrong and self preservation isn’t a bad thing. Now you must be starving so let’s go get you some In and Out to celebrate my favorite girl being back home.”

Across town in a little craftsman style house by the beach, Bradley Bradshaw is pacing his halls. Mav asked him to be best man and he’s determined to make this speech perfect, but every time he tries to sit down and write out the words describing true love and destiny all he can think of is you. The two of you had been so happy, but then he had to go and fuck everything up. He knew you were the one from the minute he met you; all sharp tongue and attitude, truly the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. It wasn’t easy to get you to come around, you’d made it a rule not to date in your squad but somehow he had broken down your walls. When a particularly dangerous mission left him with substantial injuries you’d been paralyzed with fear. If he was just a friend like you claimed then why did it feel like your heart would explode if you never saw him again? The two of you danced around each others feelings for weeks after until one night of partying at Phoenix and Coyote’s you’d kissed him. Everything felt like it fit in that moment.

A year later he was standing on the beach with roses and Carole Bradshaw’s wedding ring asking you to be his forever, you’d said yes before he could even finish talking; fully confident in the choice you were making. Standing in his house now, no wife and no family he couldn’t help the tears that spilled down his face, regret flooding his senses at how he’d let it all fall apart.

He let his hubris get the best of him. He was the best at what he did, always making sure he went the extra mile to prove himself; constantly fighting living in Goose and Maverick’s shadow. So when a mission came up and you and Jake had been chosen, he’d felt deflated; why hadn’t he been picked? What made Jake the better pilot? What made you more qualified? He went to higher ups to plead his case, never once thinking about the aftermath and how his choices in this would affect you. Needless to say it ended badly, you and Jake being grounded and Bradley flying the mission. Someone unfortunately had let it slip at the bar one night that he’d intervened, costing you an important promotion opportunity and choosing his career over you.

You’d felt betrayed, how could you trust him to be your life partner if he couldn’t even support you in your career? You’d requested an immediate transfer, packed your things and left the ring in your shared home, leaving a note briefly explaining your reasoning and that you’d never wanted it to end this way. He had ruined everything, he tried to convince Jake to give him your new number but Hangman could be ruthless when he wanted to be. Refused to help in any way and made sure Bradley knew that he’d been the getaway car; he would always choose you and your happiness unlike Bradley who’d chosen career over love.

Bradley hated him, but he knew he couldn’t fault him for his decision. If he’d just given that level of care when it counted he’d probably still have you, instead of an empty house and a head full of what ifs. He’d been a terrible fiancé, sure he’d doted on you and always told everyone you were his everything, but he also loved attention. So he’d let girls at the bar flirt sometimes, make excuses that it was just his personality and that he didn’t mean anything by it because of course you were the only one for him. He’d dulled your shine to lift himself up far too many times and he knew deep down he didn’t deserve a second chance. Giving up on his speech for the night he poured another scotch and made his way to bed, there was no mental preparation on earth that would make any of this easier.

Friday morning came bright and early, you stumbled your way through Jake’s apartment letting the smell of coffee carry you to the kitchen. He’d left a post it on the carafe, telling you to be ready by 6 for drinks at the hard deck and you laughed at the familiarity of it all; some things truly did stay the same. Six pm rolled around all too soon and you were dressed in your favorite sundress, your hair and makeup set to perfection as Jake pulled the two of you into the lot of the beloved navy bar. Pulling you from your thoughts he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“If you start feeling uncomfortable you just say the word and we’re out, no muss no fuss. You just relax and enjoy tonight with our friends.”

You smiled up at him, grateful that he always seemed to know what you needed to hear.

“Come on Tex let’s get in there and celebrate our friends.”

The bar was closed to only friends and family tonight, everyone near and dear to the happy couple congregating for their rehearsal dinner. Stepping inside it was like being transported back to the past; sounds, smells, everything was the same as it had been when you left. Jake goes in ahead of you, keeping an eye out for a certain mustached aviator but as you both made it to the bar the general consensus was that he hadn’t made it yet. You greeted Penny and Mav with hugs and congratulations, both so glad that you could make it. Mav caught your eye as you ordered a drink from Jimmy, and you knew what he had to say before he even started.

“He-“

“I’m sure he does Pete. I wish it changed anything, but it doesn’t. This is your day, you don’t need to waste it worrying about the past, I’m ok I promise.”

He just wanted his godson to be happy, you knew that. But it wasn’t that easy, too much time had passed and you were uneasy enough thinking about having to see him tonight. So with a squeeze to his arm and a smile you made your way across the bar to the pool tables and your former squad.

Rowdy and full of mischief, that’s the best way you could describe them, whooping and cat calling you as you crossed the threshold as they enveloping you in hugs and remarks at how you’d been missed. Phoenix sidles up to you now, bumps her hip against yours with a Cheshire Cat grin, the two of you had never lost contact during the past 6 months and you were grateful for another person looking out for you tonight.

“I’ve missed you cutie! It’s just not the same around here, still can’t believe you left me to take care of the kids by myself.” You both laugh at that, looking towards your boys now as they play fight and place bets at who can kick the others ass at pool, knowing without a doubt that Jake will take the winnings.

“It feels good to be home ‘Nix, I didn’t realize just how much I missed everyone until I got here. Florida is nice, I love the group I have there but the daggers are my family.” You trail off, trying to suppress the tears threatening to leak from your eyes.

She pulls you in for another hug, kisses the side of your head. “It’s going to be a good weekend buddy, I can feel it.”

Bradley’s late. He knows he should have left earlier but he’d been dragging his feet. Mav had texted to tell him you were here and he had to pull over on the highway to empty his stomach. His nerves are shot, pulling the bronco into the lot with shaking hands he attempts to pull himself together, knowing you are just inside has him feeling faint.

“Get your shit together Bradshaw, don’t lose your cool.”

He sucks in a deep breath and opens the door.

After grabbing a beer and getting two pitifully sympathetic looks from Penny and Mav, he turns towards his group and lays his eyes on you. It’s like a punch to the gut, you have always been breathtaking but after having only the memories on his phone to look at he knows for sure they pale in comparison to the real thing. His feet begin moving of their own accord, brain hasn’t quite caught up to what he’s doing. It feels like a magnet is dragging him towards the one place he has longed to be. You are arm and arm with Coyote, animatedly telling him a story with sparkling eyes and Bradley is falling in love all over again. He skirts the outside of the group, settles in to a seat next to Bob and Fanboy hoping he can keep from startling you. You feel his presence because of course you do, and he can tell the moment your energy shifts. You keep looking at him from the corner of your eye; your arms wrapped tightly around yourself and it breaks his heart. His view is obscured by Hangman all too soon, leaning in to the table to catch his eye.

“Rooster”

“Hangman”

“We aren’t gonna have any issues tonight are we?” Jake asks with his signature smirk and lazy southern drawl, it’s charming to some but to Bradley it’s like nails on a chalkboard.

“I’m not here to make things uncomfortable Bagman, just here to fulfill my duty to Mav as best man. She’s a a big girl and doesn’t need a babysitter, if she wants to talk to me I’m happy to listen to anything she says, I’d be an idiot not to”

“You’re an idiot either way Bradshaw but if you make Stormy girl cry tonight you’ll be showing up to the ceremony tomorrow with a black eye, just keep that in mind.”

“Understood.”

Jake blinks back the shock, didn’t expect Bradley to be amenable towards him at all. They have avoided each other at all costs in social gatherings ever since the split, Jake knew nothing good would come from stirring it back up and Bradley looked like a kicked puppy most of the time. Shrugging it off, Jake nods to the group at the table and heads back to where you are, encouraging hand on your shoulder. He’d be damned if someone ruined your night, so instead of letting you wallow he scooped you up to pick a song on the jukebox and took you to the dance floor. Spinning you and reveling in your giggles and bright eyes, it almost made him forget that he wasn’t supposed to look at you the way he was now. He’s been so good about keeping it together all these years, making sure to have a date to keep him occupied when you were cuddled up to Rooster and firmly planting himself in the friend zone. He knew that’s what you needed and he’d always go above and beyond to make you happy. Even if it meant he couldn’t have you.

You have no idea how long you’ve been here, speeches have been given and far too many shots have been had; the room is too hot and slightly spinning so you make your way outside for some fresh air. He’s there of course, smoking a cigarette and watching the waves. Looking him over now you can see the little changes, he’s not as bulky anymore, face and torso are definitely thinner than they used to be. He looks tired, to the bone judging by the dark circles under his eyes and the way he seems to slouch in on himself, no longer the larger than life persona he used to project. You think for a moment you should go back in, but as he flicks the used up cigarette into the wind you are both face to face, pain clearly etched in his features as he takes you in.

“Hi.” It’s all you can make out, you think of how ludicrous it is that after 6 months of heartbreak the best you can scrounge up is a measly hi.

“Hi Storm, it’s good to see you.”

“Y-yeah it’s good to see you too, it’s been a while.”

He runs his hand over his scarred chin, looking you over and it almost looks like he might reach out for you but he thinks better of it.

“I’m sorry Bradley- I can’t do this, I know what you’re gonna say and I feel it too but it doesn’t change anything. We’re the same people we were 6 months ago, and love isn’t going to fix it.”

You were trembling, tears pouring down your face and Bradley couldn’t stand it. He’d broken your heart and let you go, but he’d never once stopped thinking of you. Just two steps forward and you could be back in his arms, and he thought of Mav’s saying “don’t think, just do.” So he closed the distance and pulled you into his arms, your beautiful face cradled in his hands as he wiped away your tears.

“Baby, my sweet sweet girl I know I fucked it up, and I’ve spent every day of the last 6 months thinking of what went wrong. I don’t deserve it; I know that but please even if it’s just for tonight let me love you.”

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol spurring you on or the fact that you’d missed his touch so much it physically hurt, but pressing his lips to yours felt like the easiest decision you’d ever made.

You heard the door swing open behind you and someone cleared their throat, causing you to jump backwards out of his grasp, moment over as quickly as it had begun. You spun around to find Jake, eyes full of anger directed right at Bradley and then he looked towards you; disappointment clearly etched in his features.

“I couldn’t find you, Payback said you’d gone outside so I came to make sure you’re alright.”

You feel your cheeks redden with embarrassment, you had promised yourself you wouldn’t be alone with Bradley and yet here you are less than 24 hours later letting him kiss you.

Jake is still staring you down, you shift a little feeling extremely small between the two people you love most.

“Everything’s ok Jake, let’s uh- let’s go home ok? It’s late and I’ve had more than I should have.” You grab at his elbow to steer him towards the lot to the truck, steely gaze still focused on Bradley but he lets you move him, starting a fight isn’t going to fix a thing and he knows more than he’s let on. Maybe it was time to play his hand and let you know just how much of a piece of shit your so called “Prince Charming” really was.

The ride back was eerily quiet, tension flooding the cab of the truck while you spent every second overthinking. Why had you let it get that far? You’d done so good, it’d been half a year without any contact and you’d folded fast, it was so embarrassing. Ugh and for Jake to be the one that found you?! You knew he’d be pissed and expected a thorough lashing but he didn’t say a word. Just stoically stared at the road, no smart ass remark to be found as he white knuckled the steering wheel. He pulled into the drive and bolted for the door, didn’t even stop to let you out like he normally does. Taking a deep breath and mentally preparing for a long ass night trying to drag his feelings out, you made your way into his townhouse.

He’s nowhere to be found when you step inside, probably holed up in his room so he won’t pick a fight; you know the routine fairly well. He hates hurting your feelings so he shuts down and lets himself cool off before he talks to you, normally just acts like nothing ever happened because he’d rather not bring it all back up again. But when you go to check his bedroom he’s not there either; door ajar and completely devoid of Jake. Finally you head to the back porch, he’s there slumped in one of the lounge chairs, already cracked open another beer and staring down at his phone, determined to look anywhere but at you.

You plop down into the chair next to him, knocking one of your knees with his, hoping if you needle him enough he’ll tell you what’s wrong.

“Jakey”

“Don’t. Don’t do this right now Stormy, just let me be before I say something we will both regret.”

You know you should just let it go, but the harshness in his tone is so out of character but frankly you’ve had enough of everyone tiptoeing around you.

“No.”

“No?”

“No I want to do this now, what is it that you aren’t telling me? You seem to have forgotten that I know you better than your own mother, I can tell when you’ve been holding back. You looked like you wanted to beat Bradley into the ground earlier and I know I screwed up and let him get to me tonight but I’m a big girl Jake I can make my own mis-“

“You didn’t make any mistakes though!” He boomed, causing you to jump in your seat. “You’ve spent this whole time blaming yourself for leaving, for not communicating but you have NO idea. This was never something to blame yourself for and the fact that you let him back in tonight knowing what I know makes me SICK.” He’s never had an outburst like this with you, chest heaving and shaking hands he can’t seem to stop, he knows it’s all about to bubble up but he can’t stuff the secrets back down.

“What do you mean, what you know? Jake what am I missing?” You whisper softly, you have a sudden glaring realization and it feels like everything is crashing down, it can’t be can it? You need him to say it to confirm but you wish the earth would swallow you both up; everything changes if he says what you think he will.

“He cheated on you. A month before the mission, and he thought he’d gotten away with it but apparently Fanboy caught him and Mirage fucking in the hard deck bathroom. He agreed not to say anything, but when you left she suddenly started showing up more, he wasn’t even trying to hide her! Everyone knew he was taking her home after nights at the bar, and Fanboy couldn’t keep it in anymore so he told me. Bradshaw was jealous of your success, he took the mission away from you and to really stick it to you he fucked a fellow squad mate behind your back. As far as I’m concerned he’s dead to you, he has no right to come crawling back and you deserve to know it all so he doesn’t take advantage of you again.”

It all made perfect sense now, Bradley had had one too many late nights at work claiming he was shooting the shit with Mav, never interested in taking you to bed like he had been before the mission talk started up, but you’d chalked it up to stress. Always making excuses for him, assuring yourself that he wouldn’t dare cheat because why would he have given you his mother’s ring? He’d told you he wanted a love like Goose and Carole had, promised he’d love you forever. Of course he’d lied, he’d always been more concerned about his career path and his accomplishments, any time you did something of merit his congratulations always seemed tinged with something sour, but he was happy for you right? He loved you right? Now you didn’t know for sure.

You reeled back at the realization, all the puzzle pieces fitting together to make a heartbreaking story, and you felt a surge of nausea come up quickly rushing to the side of the yard to throw up. You could feel Jake’s cool hand holding your hair back, the other rubbing circles into your back telling you to breathe. He’d always been a safe haven in your life, steadfast no matter who he was seeing at the time. You came first to him, your friendship and partnership in the air like an unspoken vow between the two of you. You were being hit with one revelation after another tonight, and you jerked away from him suddenly; throat dry as the desert as you quickly made your way inside to the sink to rinse out your mouth.

“Hey hey, talk to me honey. I’m sorry, shit I’m so sorry you had to find out like this; I should have never let it get this far but you seemed happy in Florida and I didn’t want to open old wounds. Please Stormy, look at me baby I need to know we are ok.”

Now he’s the one wringing his hands, Hangman is never nervous, he’s always larger than life and the most confident person in the room. He looks so boyish now, standing in the dim light of the kitchen, the fear on his face so unnatural on his handsome face.

You couldn’t deny that he was beautiful, you’d always seen the way he attracted the attention of everyone in a room, like the definition of the word gorgeous come to life or the hero on the cover of a romance novel. Just classically handsome, and yes he was smug and he knew just how good he looked but he’d never put on any kind of mask when it came to you. Let himself be vulnerable, trusted you would keep his secrets and never make fun of him for his faults. Now looking at him in the quiet of his home, you realized that Bradley may have physically cheated; but maybe he wasn’t the only one that blew up your relationship. Some part of you from the day Jake Seresin had walked into your life had always belonged to him. Admitting it to yourself now was jarring; how long had you let yourself think he wasn’t everything to you? You found yourself terrified and excited at the thought, suddenly hyper aware of how close he was to you, knowing that if you crossed that line with him tonight you’d never be the same. You tilted your head up to look at him, reaching a hand out so he could close the distance, and watched him relax into your touch knowing you weren’t angry with him.

“Stormy-l-“

“Jake…Do you love me?”

He goes cold at the realization, oh God you had figured it out. He’d tried to suppress it for so long, but obviously with the clarity that had been gained tonight you seemed to be able to see the truth. He’d always been in love with you, but decided that having you in his life was more important than getting his feelings out so he’d gallantly put them aside. When he’d found out the truth about Rooster he’d been unmoored by the whole thing. How the hell could anyone ever hurt you like that? What kind of moron has the perfect girl and destroys her happiness? But he’d let you go, knowing you needed to run and find yourself in the aftermath; Jake was just grateful he could continue to be a part of your life in whatever way you needed. But oh God you knew now, he could see it on your face and since it had been a night for truth and honesty he told the consequences to fuck themselves, pulling you into his arms and pressing his forehead to yours.

“I could deny it, and we could just go back to the way things are if that’s what you need. We can continue this weekend like we have been and I’ll let you go back to Florida. Because you matter too much to me to be selfish with you, but oh angel I want *so* badly to be selfish. So you tell me what you need and I’ll do it.”

He’s so open, pouring his heart out to you and you can’t look away, his bright green eyes searching for any kind of reservation on your part, and when he doesn’t see any he grins that perfect lopsided grin of his, the one that makes your heart grow ten sizes. It’s not a rushed or sudden clashing of teeth and tongue, it’s a slow movement of lips molding together, hands mapping each other in a way that’s never been allowed before. It takes your breath away and as you gasp he slides his tongue against yours, reveling in the little noises you make as you grasp at the collar of his shirt, the need to have him closer overwhelming. After a while with the willpower of a god he pulls himself back from you a little, stroking your cheek and chuckling as you stagger forward trying to chase his kisses. He tilts your face to look at him and he’s warm all over, it’s everything he’s ever wanted and he has to tell you before he lets it get too far.

“I do Y/N, I love you. I always have baby. I want it all with you kid, and I know it probably feels sudden, but I can’t lie to you; I want everything with you. I’ll wait as long as you need because I’m in this no matter what, I don’t think I could stop if I tried.” He says with a watery laugh, and you realize he’s got tears in his eyes.

You are pretty sure you turned into a puddle on the floor, arms and legs feel like jello as he holds you up between himself and the counter. You could agree that yes it was sudden, hell you’d just let Bradley kiss you less than two hours ago, but you couldn’t deny that in all the times you’d kissed Rooster it had never felt like this. How were you ever supposed to go back to the way things were? Did you even want to? The thoughts were swirling around in your head now and he could tell you were lost. So he kissed you once more, just a featherlight peck and then stepped back from you.

“We’ve had a lot of big reveals tonight baby girl, how about we take a beat and sleep, let tomorrow figure it all out for us.”

He was right of course, it has been an overwhelming evening and you two should probably look it over with fresh eyes, so you let him lead you down the hall. He thinks you’re going to head to the guest bedroom but you surprise him, stepping into his bedroom and closing the door.

“Stormy, we can’t- not tonight honey you and i are wrung out-“

“Shhh, we aren’t doing anything tonight Jake, just hold me ok? I need to be close to you.”

He peels off his clothes and lets you change into one of his T shirts, tangling his arms and legs with yours as you snuggle up into bed. Drifting off to sleep, not knowing if he hears you, you whisper to him

“Jake I think I love you too.”

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I watched The Legend of Korra for the first time 6 months ago, and it quickly became one of my favorite shows along with Agents of SHIELD, and I've been meaning to make this post since then, but I keep forgetting.

I wish Agents of SHIELD treated Daisy's trauma the way The Legend of Korra treated Korra's trauma.

Daisy and Korra are very similar characters, but it is kinda funny (not funny for them, very sad for them but funny that it happened this way) that coincidentally both of them experience extreme physical and mental trauma at the end of their third seasons and had to deal with the aftermath during their fourth seasons.

In the case of Daisy, she was belittled and torn down by the people that were supposed to be her family because she took some time away and was told to get over it. I've made several posts about how much I hated that treatment of her trauma. Daisy was only away for six months, yet the SHIELD team, mostly Fitz, tore into her for "turning her back" on them. Which she didn't, but again, I've made posts about this, so I won't get into it. Then when she came back and was struggling with her powers, she was then again belittled, by you know who, for not being at the level she used to be. Her powers, though very much needed, were taken advantage of.

However, in the case of Korra, who was away to recover for three years, had very a supportive treatment from her family and friends. When she wanted to rush her healing, she was told that she was allowed to take as much time as she needed to heal. And even when she was stuck in her own depression and anger, everyone was understanding. They would actually talk to Korra, hoping that she would push herself to heal, but not forcing it upon her. And when Korra's power wasn't exactly up to scale, no one blamed her for it and was very understanding of that too (except President Raiko, but no one likes him, so he doesn't count).

Both Daisy and Korra received a "tough love" aspect in their shows, Daisy from May and Korra from Toph. Those talks weren't belittling (Okay, Toph was a little belittling, but that's just Toph, and she means it in the best way). They were actually what pushed both Daisy and Korra that they weren't alone in their healing, and being around others could actually help them.

All in all, say what you want about The Legend of Korra in regards to how it compares to its predecessor Avatar: The Last Airbender, one of the best pieces of media I've watched, it does an amazing job at portraying trauma and healing (ATLA did too, but I was just felt so connected to TLOK's storyline). I know I probably left out a lot of other details about her healing, but I also don't want to give too much spoilers in case someone who hasn't watched the show reads this and maybe wants to check it out one day.

Again, I just wish Agents of SHIELD, my favorite show ever, treated Daisy, my favorite character of all time, and her traumas with the same respect and care that TLOK did for Korra.

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https://www.tumblr.com/princess-of-the-corner/756384559964258304/ml-roleswap-when-the-divorce-first-happens-mari?source=share

Wait, sorry which roleswap AU is this? I am intrigued.

oh, ok, so like.

Someone on @princess-of-the-corner suggested a "Roleswap" for Marinette and Adrien, but not like. Role in the show, more what I started calling a "RichSwap" - instead of the Agreste's being the Uber rich, it’s the Dupain-Chengs. And I sort of had a brief burst of "wait ideas!" cause why are the Dupain-Chengs rich? Why didn’t Gabriel hit it big in fashion? And what I vaguely came up with is-

Sabine has that world famous chef brother, right? Well, here, he hits it big as a TV chef or something, and he works close with Tom and Sabine as he's getting these chains of restaurants up and running. As a result, Tom and Sabine ALSO hit it big, and in "current canon" have chains of bakeries in Paris and the greater France area as a whole, as well as partnering with bistros, coffee shops and the like. So the Dupain-Chengs are the rich and well-known ones, with Marinette as the heiress to "DC Delights" (company name). However, this doesn’t actually change much about the Dupain-Chengs themselves. Tom and Sabine are still warm, compassionate, kind people who love their daughter, and are very supportive of her desire to be a fashion designer. Meanwhile, Marinette is mostly the same, but growing up in privilege has made her a bit . . . naive? Like, she's AWARE she grew up super rich, and that not everyone has the money she does, but sometimes that sort of privilege effects her views, or those of others in unexpected ways (there has definitely been a moment where Marinette said something like "Why don’t you just buy a new one?", or similar, not MEANING to sound condescending or privileged, just kind of . . . oblivious on occasion).

Also, because the Dupain-Chengs are the ones with wealth, they're the ones who are friends with the Bourgeois family, with Marinette and Chloé growing up as childhood friends. All that said, I honestly couldn’t see Tom and Sabine being cool with how Audrey and Andre treat Chloé - plus, I've read too much fic recently of Awful!André, and I'm kind of sick of it - so I decided this was "Decent!Dad" André (the one we kind of had before TA decided Chloé was the devil incarnate) who has actually divorced Audrey, and has taken primary custody of Chloé. Tom and Sabine were André's supports through the divorce process, and André himself is aware he isn’t the best dad. Instead of how we put him in the AwareAU, he's closer to how we wrote Roger, before he gets his kick in the ass. A bit toxic, kind of self-involved, but genuinely loves his kid. So, here, André has gone to therapy, and done his best to ACTUALLY be a good dad to Chloé. He doesn’t always get it right, and he fucks up on occasion, but he at least ACKNOWLEDGES these fuck ups, and does his best to fix them. Also, he doesn’t try to buy his daughter's affection.

Meanwhile, Audrey took the divorce REALLY BADLY. Not because she actually gave a shit about Chloé or André, but because she saw the divorce and André taking Chloé as a personal attack. André getting Chloé was, to Audrey, as if he'd stolen a prize that was rightfully hers. So, Audrey is actually a bit more involved in Chloé's life, cause she keeps turning up to try and "win her" from André. That's how she's using her visitation rights. She keeps showing up to try and "win" Chloé's affection, and turn her against André. This isn’t exactly consistent (Audrey still has her Style Queen job and other things to do) but at least two or three times every six months or so, sometimes more, she shows up to harass André and try to "win" Chloé back.

Chloé herself is a bit . . . mixed. She and Marinette were, like, 6 when André and Audrey divorced, and I'm not sure how well the parents explained to the kids what was happening. It probably also didn’t help that Marinette, aspiring fashion designer, idolized Audrey a bit as a fashion icon. Now, closer to current canon, Marinette has started to realize Audrey kind of sucks, while Chloé is more torn. Like, she's aware Audrey is rather . . . rough, with most people, but here, while still driving Chloé to be Exceptional(tm), she's actually been more affectionate, and somewhat (for Audrey) loving, cause she wants to "win" Chloé from André. Chloé, of course, isn’t aware that's why Audrey is doing it, so believes her mom is just a bit blunt with others, and also believes she can win enough affection that her mom might stay in Paris.

(Sidenote, I desperately wanted Roger to also be better here, and somehow that dovetailed into him and André meeting in therapy, eventually dating and getting married, so Sabrina and Chloé are step-sisters. I don’t care if that makes sense, I'm kind of attached now.)

So, that's roughly the Dupain-Cheng's, with a side of the Bourgeois. Now, onto the Agreste's.

Gabriel and Emilie Agreste, rather than being big names in fashion and the entertainment industry, instead own a small but highly successful clothing boutique, Gabriel's, making and selling clothes. Emilie's done modelling, and acted in some commercials and smaller projects, but never anything big name, while Gabriel has designed for some very wealthy clients, but never broken out into big business. Why? Well, I thought about how, in canon, Audrey "discovers" Gabriel, right? Same here, but Audrey was Audrey, and Gabriel told her to "shove her 'patronage' up her ass", so Audrey has done her level best to kill his career, with middling success. He does have his own business, but has never risen higher, and thanks to Audrey, likely never will.

As for Adrien himself, he's still mostly homeschooled. He grows up in his parents clothing store, is taught to sew, and even helps out during rush times. His "model smile" is here his customer service face, and while he's modelled a few of his father's items for the boutique's website, it isn’t his job or the only thing he does. Here, because his parents aren’t made of money, his homeschooling isn't with private tutors, but done through local homeschooling groups and the like, so Adrien does actually have friends (like Luka, for example. It’s pretty accepted fanon that Luka was homeschooled because of his "Heartsong" ability making going to regular school difficult, so here, I imagine he and Adrien are friends). He goes out and explores, is probably still in the fencing club and so on. However, his parents are still over-protective, and Adrien often feels stifled, wanting to go out more on his own, so he DOES still want to go to regular school. By current canon, after a lot of pushing, his parents have reluctantly agreed. Mostly cause the Hawk Moth stuff is about to go down, and it'll be easier to hide that from Adrien if he's out of the house more.

Yes, Gabe is still Hawk Moth. But no, Emilie is not is a coma. Let me explain.

Here, rather than all the nonsense from canon, Gabriel found the Peacock and Butterfly Miraculous in an antique store, and bought them for inspiration. Maybe also the book, but less important right now. He and Emilie, upon learning what the Miraculous are, do start using them, PURELY to inspire designs, or complete work (maybe they did one or two rooftop runs, but shhhhh!). Cause, and here's the big thing, here, Adrien is NOT a Sentimonster. He's Emilie and Gabriel's biological kid. Whether they went through the absolute pain of IVF, or maybe Nathalie carried him for them - oh yeah, Nathalie's still here. She works as the Boutique's manager, handles calls, mans the cash, helps out around the store. Also, she, Emilie, and Gabe are in a relationship, Adrien's grown up calling her "Aunite Nat" or "Maman Dua" (Mom 2) - anyway, regardless, Adrien is actually their kid, so they had no reason to make a Senti-baby. However, the Peacock was still broken, and Emilie still used it, resulting in her becoming sick.

Now, she isn’t in a coma, or in any immediate, serious danger. Think a little closer to how Nathalie is in canon, after she uses the Peacock. Emilie is a bit like that, but she is, currently, ok. However, she is getting sick. It is totally possible that, without magical intervention, she could get sicker, and eventually fall into the canon coma. Gabe and Nathalie are getting a little desperate, so yes, Gabe is planning his Hawk Moth debut. And again, since they aren’t made of money here, he doesn’t exactly have a "secret lair" to hide in, so if the Agreste’s want to pull this off, unless they want to tell Adrien, they need him out of the house more.

I think the big thing here is, with a few NOTABLE exceptions, this AU has most of the more neglectful and/or parents as more decent, down to earth, more willing to notice their own faults. Like, André and Roger have both gone to therapy. They aren’t perfect, but they are SO MUCH BETTER than canon. Or the most extreme example, yes Gabriel is still going Hawk Moth. But, because Emilie isn’t in a coma, he hasn’t totally fallen off the deep end. He's a bit more reasonable, easier to negotiate with. Also, Because Emilie's illness isn’t as extreme, the Akuma thing is two-fold. Gabe is gunning for the Ladybug and Black Cat, but if he can’t get them, he hopes that by experimenting with the Akuma, he can create one that will heal Emilie.

The only other big change I can see here is that Kagami also isn’t a Sentimonster. Like, I think you can still have Felix be a Senti - Amelie is Emilie's sister, she might have lent her sister the Peacock for the Canon fertility problems. Heck, maybe that's how they find out it's broken, when Colt starts getting sick (I mean, he also seems to be nuts, and starts abusing his kid, but that’s a separate issue). But because Gabe isn’t a big name, he and Tomoe never interact, so Kagami wouldn’t be a Sentimonster. I think, in the line of making most of the parents more reasonable, actually empathetic beings, I'd have Kagami be illegitimate. Like, Tomoe is mostly upright, firm in her honour, her duty to her family. But she had a one-night stand at some point, which resulted in Kagami, and it’s a HUGE DEAL in the Tsurugi clan that Tomoe had a kid out of wedlock, to a random nobody. Like, other members of her family look down on her, and on Kagami, for it. (Not sure how much Japan cultural knowledge you have, or even how accurate this is, but as far as I can tell, legitimacy and fidelity are BIG THINGS in Japan, as is bloodline, so Tomoe having an out-of-wedlock kid, and not even being able to name the dad would be a BIG DEAL, and probably seen as bringing shame to the family). So, Tomoe is very strict, and drives Kagami hard, not to be malicious, but because she knows that her family will always see Kagami as "less", and so pushes her to overcome their prejudice. Whether Kagami is aware of the reason, unsure, but Tomoe would have to learn that she's probably taking it a bit too far.

Some small shit that didn’t seem to fit elsewhere:

So, I think this is Reverse!LoveSquare. Marinette is crushing on Cat Noir. Adrien is crushing on Marinette. Marinette was really taken with the smooth talking cat who built up her confidence, while Adrien quickly falls in love with the designer girl - he's grown up around designers, he knows talent when he sees it, plus she's so sweet, so kind . . .

I think, first day, there's a bit of drama, in that Chloé actually knows who Adrien is. Her mom probably told her about him, in a "if you ever meet this kid, oppose him, his whole family in Unexceptional (tm)" so there might be a bit of tension there. And cause everything else is mostly the same, Alya is also starting school that day, so she befriends Adrien instead of Marinette. Also Nino, cause like. Come on. The Nino-Adrien friendship is pretty universal here.

I think I made the Gorilla the Agreste's next door neighbour? Like, he doesn’t talk much, and clearly has some Trauma (tm) (I posit here, rather than bodyguard, he was in the army for a bit, which was Not Fun(tm)) he's polite. He helps out around the store once in a while, and has volunteered to drive Adrien places.

Don't have much else, so . . . tell me what you think, or if you have any ideas!

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tags: ghost!gojo x f!reader, mentions of death, manga spoilers, mentions of character death(s), mentions of sick parents, reader being nurturing, satoru being intruiged by reader, reader talking to herself even though she knows she's being listened to, slight fluff at the end, gojo feeling some type of way word count: 2.2k a/n: someone help me name this series. this is the quickest time I've written a pt. 2 after a part 1. also, shout out to mitski's my love mine all mine for the extra kick to finish the end. I was supposed to sleep 2 hrs ago, so here's the unedited chapter. here is part 1. some inspiration to the gojo clan home: photo 1,

5 months into your arrival as his nephew's tutor, satoru thinks you've finally accepted his presence, yet he never plans to outwardly reach out to you because what if you told his family in the estate?

he should feel relieved over this, but bringing his clan in this issue would surely bring more problems than he'd like to admit. if he were 'dead' now, imagine what his clan would do once he really died?

shortly before finishing his fight with kenjaku, satoru was blindly cursed. "I may not be able to bring the strongest with me, but I will curse you, satoru gojo," the words still echo in the back of his head.

"your spirit will remain the same, your being remains, but you will be here no more, in the presence for others to see. you shall remain invisible, a ghost to all, and you'll be lucky to be noticed by anyone who does not already know your inherit value as a sorcerer. known by all, but never remembered."

satoru thinks back to that fateful day, ending the life of a stranger inside the body of his best friend, the epitome of his youth, hopes, and aspirations. satoru remembers the look on his student's faces, blank disappointment. either at him or themselves, but he knows it's geared towards him. shoko's knuckles barely turn white as her lips press into a tight line, while yuuji chokes on air as he's on his knees, other students at his side, attempting to console him while megumi lays unconscious several feet away. he turns out okay in the end, with a minor concussion and a few injuries he'd like to thank shoko for fixing up, the boy lives.

and on that day, gojo satoru died from the face of the earth.

he doesn't know how or why he ended up in his estate. a large, but quaint home with endless scenery and a garden right out of a movie. the house still holds traditional japanese elements, but the peony shrubs his mother had planted stick out like a sore thumb.

just like her.

young, beautiful, and once full of life. hopeful to marry into a family that would one day accept her albeit she was a foreigner, marrying a man whom she thought was serious and sophisticated enough to handle marriage.

but oh how foolish we are to assume the best in others when it comes to matters of the heart.

when he was alive, satoru would regularly check in with the old nanny, ensuring that the shrubs were trimmed and water just right. he knew just how much those flowers meant to his mother. a pretty housewife who no matter what she did was never enough to impress the clan.

until satoru was born. her pride and joy, holding no mind to the comments of his white hair and how he held ancestral resemblance to an ancient sorcerer from within the clan. all his mother knew was that she was head over heels in love with the peaceful human she was able to carry for nine months. no concern for the future, only hope that his son would see and be treated with the humanness he deserved to have. but oh how fate twists. one thing leads to another and his mother now requires a blanket everywhere she goes. she still hangs out in the gardens, spending what time she can with her son who is now 5, nearly 6. and then she's bed bound, finding solace in the brush stokes against the canvas and the warmth of her son.

sometimes, satoru carries the bitter reminder yet anger towards his father. he never saw them happy, only formal and curt, almost as if being together was a chore for him, and his mother's smile would falter when he would avoid a hug from her. the smell of cheap vanilla perfume stained his coat, hanging by his arm, and satoru's mother would simply look towards the ground. almost in shame.

he never loved his mother, satoru then realized as an adult. not even bring her up in the lonely nights, reminisce her life, what they shared, it was as if she was a long-forgotten chapter in his life.

you arrive in august, cheerful and kind. he thinks you won't last long because his family demands unreasonably long hours and surely your boyfriend back home would not approve, but he was surprised, 3 months in your stay that you continued to tutor his nephew. you seemed much more genuine than any other temporary nanny he had when he was a kid, satoru thinks, but then again he and hotaru are completely different in terms of cursed energy.

when november is nearing it's end, you decide to stay a few extra minutes in the garden. hotaru has now joined his family for dinner, and he watches the estate nanny walk towards you and hand you a mug. he can't quite hear what you're both saying since the leaves rustle a little too loudly for his liking, but he notices the 'oh' you make is serious, followed by a nervous chuckle after the nanny had said something.

satoru wonders what you must have said as the nanny suddenly rises from the garden stone bench, looking at his direction as he leans against a tree. she tells you something before departing, and you sigh moments later.

"I can feel you're around, you've been watching us for some time, and I know it." you speak almost so knowingly that it makes satoru swallow the lump at the back of his throat, but the feeling quickly dissipates as soon as the white housecat, mochi, startles you.

you leave shortly after.

12 days of your normal routine pass when satoru notices something is wrong. hotaru doesn't eat as much and at night, he calls for you. "you'll spoil him if you keep letting him be around that commoner," a distant aunt of satoru, one who he wasn't particularly fond of sneers at the nanny, "now he's calling her before bedtime,"

"he's 5," the nanny says, almost defensively. if anyone were to speak to his aunt like that then the staff would have surely been fired, but after working in the estate for nearly 30 years, satoru's father would have prohibited the dismissal of a staff member with this much seniority over something like this. "his mother is ill, and the boy's tutor has been his only maternal rock at this point. he doesn't open up to anyone but her, so we would be doing the nephew of gojo satoru a disservice by treating his nephew the way you treat him." satoru watched at how furiously the woman's brows furrowed then softened, speechless and at a loss for words before she gives up and leaves.

within an hour, you are quick to make it to the estate with a much more informal set of clothes. a pair of joggers and loungewear ideal for the nearing winter. it is past 10 when you hold the boy in his arms, talk to him about his problems, make a pinky promise (not just any promise) with him, and read him a bedtime story you had so thoughtfully decided to bring in your bag.

within minutes, the boy instantly falls asleep tucked to your side and the look you hold in your face makes satoru stare in admiration as he sits from one of the rocking chairs across the room. gently placing the book down, you kiss hotaru's forehead. "I'll see you on thursday," you promise the sleeping child before heading outside where hatoru's nanny greets you. she bows her head momentarily.

"we cannot thank you enough for your work, miss." she says, hands formally clasped together at her front. "we have made sleeping arrangements for you to stay the night. we insist, as a commute back home at this hour is late," she adds, "we have set up nightwear and can even prepare dinner for you miss."

"thank you," you say simply, politely, "I... I really don't mean to intrude nor cause any-"

"oh you could never," the woman says, "please, allow us to be your host for the night. and do not worry about waking up at an hour in fear of inconveniencing us. we have multiple guest bedrooms and would be honored to let you stay."

satoru notices the expression in your face soften as he knows that you can't possibly say no know, so you accept. choosing to spend the night. the staff set you up in a nice, private room with your own exit to the gardens. and the estate chef sends you his best soup and side dishes to fill your stomach on this cold night.

"you clearly don't have to worry about anything in here," you speak lowly but loudly enough for satoru to hear. you sit and lean against your slide shift door, facing the garden as satoru sits on the wooden surface of the 'sidewalk' (referenced in photo one). and he nearly wants to laugh at your comment, swaying his feet that he almost kicks some of the pebbled stones.

"but... hotaru still worries," you definitely have his attention now as you sigh softly, troubled, not knowing the spirit of hotaru's uncle listens to you.

"sometimes... I don't know what to do. sometimes... I feel like I can cross a boundary, but I'm an employee at the end of the day. how can I act as his therapist without... being this motherly to him?"

there was clearly a problem that satoru didn't know the answer to, but he sympathized with you trying to take on as many roles as you possibly could. he knew how complicated his family clan was. how you would always and forever walk on eggshells around them and no matter what you accomplished, it was never enough.

"I try, I really do..." your murmur to yourself, and a long silence passes as you sit in the quietness of the room. "I..." you chuckled, "I'm sorry, I can't believe I'm doing this- talking to myself, hoping something or some spirit is listening when in reality I'm just speaking to myself like a complete fool, or a japanese spirit is here right now truly mind boggled as a girl speaks in english," you stand to your feet and chuckle, heading to your bed. as satoru hears yourself bickering, the corner if his lip tugs ever so slightly upwards.

he wants to say something. thinks about what the possibility of you talking with him would be like. and as you're making your way to the bed, you still go off on a tangent.

"...no, I bet they do understand me." you argue with yourself, lecturing as if you had your own personal podcast, "if feelings are universal, so are energies and vibrations... meaning one of two things." now you're walking back and forth, concentrated on your own footsteps. satoru wants to chuckle, scare you off even, but this entertainment was the best thing he's had since he could remember. so he decided to wait this one out.

"1- the spirits must think I'm an idiot, I mean I already look like one here, but... 2, they can sense my energy." satoru feels his figurative heart drop to his stomach when you instantly look in his direction, did you know he was here all along? he thinks for a split moment, your eyes sharp with knowing.

you shudder, as your hairs stand on the sides of your arms. not unpleasantly, but enough to know some energy besides your own was here. after a short consideration, you speak.

"move a pebble if you're here," your eyes don't leave his direction, and satoru sits motionless, almost afraid you could see the real him, break all notions of metaphysical theories and curses, and then, you walk towards him; sitting criss cross applesauce.

"I know you're here," softly, you whisper, and satoru can see how you're cold, hugging your frame as your jaw slightly tenses. "I just don't know if you choose to ignore my attempts because you want to or because you genuinely can't communicate," your energy warms him, he doesn't know how else to describe it as you lean closer and closer. he thinks that if he were still alive, then you'd probably make fun of his faltered composure.

I don't know how, he wants to say, but deep down, if he wanted to try he could. he just didn't have the guts to do it.

a long minute passes, you wait patiently before you sigh, but not in defeat. "but either way, I'll be here. and your nephew will be okay. I don't know if that's the reason why you're here, but..." you trail, eyes fixated on the garden as your brows furrow and unfurrow, "...he's going to be okay." shortly after, you stand up, closing the conversation, and satoru senses he shouldn't be here anymore as you make your way to the bed. taking his cue, he leaves with a fuzzy feeling in his chest, remembering your words that oddly felt like a promise. one he hasn't been made to in forever.

he could learn to trust you.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Gun Park x Reader: this is our place (we make the rules)

Chapter 9 - Probably should read ch1 first

Gun has a new neighbour. Index: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Epilogue

Things get a little weird after that.

Gun has ample sexual experience but no relationship experience. He does not know how to take the next step.

(He does know how to pleasure you in bed... though he knows definitively that that’s not the best way to proceed.)

And you are a lost cause, having little experience of anything at all.

You both tiptoe along the blurred line between tentative friends and something more.

The routine continues though it’s not as easy as it once was. You are on edge, reading into every little thing, face blushing and voice stammering at the slightest flirtation or touch.

Gun is Gun. He is how he always is. 

Yet he pulls back a little, taking your reactions as hesitation and uncertainty about him.

It doesn’t stop his eyes lingering on your lips whenever you try to get your words out. 

For the first time in his life, there’s a hunger in him that he knows exactly how to satiate but finds his hands completely tied.

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Gun is the one who graces your front door, a very unusual occurrence especially at this time in the morning. Fully dressed despite the early hours and a duffle bag at his side.

He waits for you to answer, hears your sluggish footsteps approach the door and wonders if this was what it was like for you all those months ago.

The door swings open, and he’s greeted with the sight of you still half asleep and hair wild.

(I want to see this every morning, a hopeful voice in his brain offers. One that has grown confident and loud. Louder than his bloodlust. Louder than his search for a successor.)

“Gun? What time is-” The sentence is cut off with a large yawn.

Even that. Gaping mouth, bleary eyes, the way the yawn travels through your body and you stretch - he finds it endearing.

“I’ll be gone for a few weeks on a business trip.”

Gun pinpoints the exact second his words take hold, your eyes flying open and all signs of sleep gone from your face.

“Few weeks?!”

A brief nod. “If it goes to plan”

“Are you,” you bite your lip, wondering if it’s too forward for you to ask but you choose to bite the bullet instead, “Are you going to keep in touch?”

“When I can, of course,” Gun doesn’t even hesitate, no doubt in his mind that he would.

He does hesitate at his next move though, for a fleeting moment, before he takes a leap of faith and hands you a small envelope.

“Open it when I’m gone.”

“Ok…” Your hands grip the edges tight.

It’s only a few weeks. You’ve already survived many weeks, months, years without him and he said he would be in touch. Why are you feeling such a pang of sadness? 

Gun sees your face drop, lips turning down into a frown and starting to wobble. So he allows himself a small indulgence. Gives in to something he has wanted to do for a while. 

He takes your hand, holding it firm in his, brings it up to his lips and kisses each knuckle. 

Gentle, delicate. He didn’t realise he could ever be this tender.

“Don’t miss me too much,” he murmurs against your skin.

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As soon as Gun is gone, you tear open the envelope.

Out drops a note enclosed around a key, very similar to the one you have.

The handwriting you can never mistake for anyone else’s.

‘Treat my home as if it is your own. Look after it for me.’

Running your finger along the jagged edges, you check to see if this key is actually real and won’t disappear the next time you blink.

Feels solid enough.

You give your wrist a harsh pinch.

Ouch. Fuck. Not a dream either.

You’re not stupid. You know what a grand gesture this is, and one you didn’t think would come from Gun. 

Giving a key to someone else is huge. A big step in a relationship, an even bigger step for you and him because who knows what the hell this is.

Although it is expected, now you think about it. Everything he does has an intensity, never without purpose. 

And actually. A trusted neighbour having your house key is perfectly normal.

(Idiot, a mocking inner voice taunts, you know exactly what this is.)

You grab your phone and fire out a message immediately.

You: your house key?!

You: are you sure? are you comfortable with me being in your apartment without you?

Gun: Yes.

Y/N: so what?? you want me to sleep in your bed? eat your food?

Gun: Don’t break anything and don’t leave a mess.

Y/N: That’s all you have to say?

Gun leaves you on read. 

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He receives a few more texts from you through the day, each time Goo peering over and trying to read his screen.

“Is that Y/N?”

“...”

“Tell her I love her!”

“...”

“Ask her to reconsider the date.”

“Fuck off.”

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On the second day, you cannot focus on anything. Not your lectures, your college course, books, TV. 

Phone incessantly pulled out of your pocket, thinking you heard a phantom buzz.

In the end you think it’s better to have it always in sight or in your hand. 

…Leading to your eyes flickering to the screen every minute. 

By evening, you decide to be the one who reaches out, sick of waiting to see if Gun will message you. Chiding yourself for being so childish in the first place and playing these games. 

And he’s on a business trip. Likely busy as hell.

You angle your dinner in a flattering light, snap a few pics, select the best one along with ‘not as much fun to cook for one’ and press send.

A few hours later you get a response.

A picture of his own meal in what looks like a very upscale restaurant if the plating and tableware is anything to go by.

‘Your food is better.’.

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The third day you get a picture of a breathtaking sunset with mountains in the background.

‘Thinking about you.’

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You return a selfie of you on his sofa the day after.

‘Thinking about you too.’

Gun replies in the next hour: ‘Good.’

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It’s weird how being in Gun’s home without him is not weird.

You’ve been there enough times to know where everything is. The place now has a sort of nostalgic familiarity. Even the sleek and minimalist design which you scoffed at before, has a peculiar cosiness. Almost homely.

Maybe because it is so very much Gun Park.

Initially, you don’t stay much longer than is deemed polite - if it could be considered polite at all.

Over time, you find it harder and harder to leave.

Gun knows you better than you do apparently.

Maybe just maybe he realises how much you would miss him. How much being surrounded with his things would help, a part of him embedded in everything in his home.

Including you.

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Nothing of significance happens over the next few days. The pictures and selfies increase in frequency.

Gun tends to send you pictures of landscapes and his surroundings, accompanied with a surprisingly romantic caption that leaves you giggling.

Car dashboard to show he's travelling, pictures of coffees and patisseries in overpriced and trendy cafes where he would no doubt fit in, and then images of food from even more eye-wateringly expensive and fancy restaurants.

And then one your eyes have poured over the most, a picture of an empty gym.

With a reflection of Gun, topless. Almost but not quite out of shot. 

Truthfully, you replay the image of him post-shower in your head multiple times a week. It pops up when you least expect it. Over time, the memory has grown blurred at the edges, and this has slammed everything back into sharp focus.

Today you get a glimpse again of his body. Shiny and slick with sweat, muscles flushed red and pumped.

You zoom in - not before shiftily looking around his empty apartment, as if someone will jump out and shame you for being thirsty. 

Eyes tracking over the collar bones and the curve of his shoulder, bicep popping with the phone gripped loosely in his hand. 

A peek of hip hones and one half of the delicious V muscle, the arrowhead that points straight down.

Ughhh. 

He’s not posing at all. You just know it’s one single picture Gun has taken and fired off without thought.

But you still feel the need to take a cold shower right this second.

You: 😋

Gun: 😯

The thought of Gun, a man so cool and calm and collected, using an emoji catches you off balance and you burst out laughing.

(... The photo? That is not true. Gun knows exactly what he is doing.)

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One afternoon, you receive a selfie from Gun - which is unusual in itself.

Upon reveal, it’s a picture of Gun’s business associate - Goo Kim, smouldering at the camera and a fuzzy outline of Gun in the background.

‘Hey cutie pie, how you doing 💋’

Moments later, another picture. Blurred and taken from what looks like midair, phone falling to the floor. You squint at a fuzzy image of Gun trying to kick Goo, who aims a punch for his head.

Gun: dhakjsdhaksjdhs

Gun: kfdjhsdkfhd

Gun: Ignore that

Gun: Sorry

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Another few days later, Gun’s eyes soften at the picture and caption he has just received. It’s a welcome reprieve from the day he had

You beaming with your arm around the plant, both in his apartment.

‘look whos finally home! we miss you!!’

“Huh.” Goo leans over Gun’s shoulder, adjusting his glasses and thinking his eyes are deceiving him. “I thought you would have killed that thing by now.”

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“Since I left, I've been surrounded by all this noise. All I can think about is being with you at home. By your side. Listening to you, seeing you. Just existing... You have no idea the hold you have on me.” 

You don’t hear anything until the next night. A voice recording. Hushed, like a confession.

A slight grumble and a sigh. 

“I won’t be able to contact you from now until I’m back… Y/N.  I wanted you to know that I-,”

A pause. 

“I miss you too.”

[lutawolf]

My Dear Gangster Oppa Commentary Ep 3

I know this asshole did not really say, "you're with this guy again." Bestie's opinion matters more than anyone else's, but he hasn't even met the dude! He's acting more like a parent than a best friend. Hahaha! Tew remembers who Wahl is, and he appears to not be happy about meeting him.

I didn't want to dislike Wahl, but he is pissing me off. Talking to Guy like Guy isn't allowed to make his own decisions. Not cool. This isn't concern, this is controlling. I'm about to smack a bitch. I'm not happy with you Wahl and I don't know if you can redeem yourself.

I have to hand it to Tew. He is being really calm and honestly respectful despite Wahl being a douche to him. Guy, pick the one actually giving you a choice!

I love these bitches. Especially the one in the middle. Muffin is such a cutie too. An apparently lonely cutie. HAHAHA! Way to cock block Guy. I'm here for it. If you stop the time at 6:04 you can catch Guy smirking.

Is anyone surprised that he has to go after making a scene? Suddenly he isn't so concerned he has to take Guy home. Tom is cute, I like him.

That's right Guy! Tell of Wahl!

Did one of them really call him baby face??? I predict Tew showing up.

Called it! OMG, I'm Dead. Guy works up the nerve to ask Tew about what he does for a living. That the gang members seemed scared of him. "Nah, I'm just scary looking." "No. You're pretty good-looking."

This is Tew's reaction.

This is my reaction.

Did dumbass really say he owned a shabu restaurant. He had to know that Guy would then say he'd want to go. Seriously, driver/underling is me. Between his cough, giggle and the way he looks at Guy sleeping on Tew's shoulder.

Tew is so gone. These two dumbasses are so gone for each other. Really asking him if he wants him to wash the shirt. Yes, strip right now. I'll wait. They are adorkable.

Dude is going to buy a restaurant to cover the story he gave his crush. Boy is gone gone.

My reaction to that.

Did home dude really take a nap on some chairs. Hell to the naw. That makes my back hurt just watching it.

Oh! I think we have a secondary couple.

I already like them.

Discount Lennon is at it again. So home chick is not dead, but might as well be. Lawd, how are they not dead with that much white powder. Though I'm not sure it's the same girl. Specially since there are two now.

Did Wahl really ask Guy how he got home??? Guy doesn't tell the full truth, but doesn't lie either. Damn Wahl. You got some nerve. One month anniversary. Why don't you pay more attention to your gf Wahl?

Yay for game friends!

I would punch someone if they talked in my ear like that. HAHAH the look Wahl is giving Guy. I really want to like Wahl, but he ruined it for me. Now I'm just amused.

Tew looking scary and sexy. Niiiiiiice. Villains do it better.

What's this face? Is he shocked? Is he turned on? A bit of both?

So cute! He brought him a cake.

The elevator sequence was weird. Guy concerned because he sees blood. Tew giving crazy eyes. Guy completely forgetting about the blood and turning to mush because Tew is holding his hand. But honestly, some things are worth ignoring for cake and a doting boyfriend.

I mean, these pictures say it all. 🤣🤣🤣 So he beats people up until he is covered in blood. Minor detail in comparison to how he treats you Guy.

You ever heard the quote that an evil queen is just a princess that didn't get rescued. Tew gives me that vibe. The wounded and just wanting love vibe.

Hahaha Tew totally outing them. Oh! Tew was about to make his move. Too slow Tew. Tew, you know you are in love right. Guy is acting like a total dork and you are charmed. That is love.

Oh, the fall troupe again! Though with Guy being the way he is, it's totally believable. The slow mow lean forward like there will be a kiss, but instead he wipes off frosting from Guy's lip. Totally troupe and sooo good. And Guy runs away.

The guild is super cute. I like how frank Tew is. He just lays out his feelings about Wahl to Guy. Throwing down some valid facts, my friend. Ahhh Guy! Why did you let him leave like that? Oh, yay! He chased after him.

Oh, these two idiots are adorkable. So awkward and yet cute.

Not gonna lie. It broke my heart when he didn't hug him back.

The restaurant kills me. Tew is like, it looks crappy. Underling is like, dude, it's not real. Oh lawd, sweet baby Jezebel. You are not normal about that boy, Tew. Not normal about him at all. And I'm okay with that.

Secondary couple. Not over shadowing but still cute.

Guy packing. Bet Wahl ditches him for his gf.

Guys, I'm in love with Tew. He gets it. Life is short, so important people are priority.

How much is that puppy in the window.

I love that Tew isn't shy to show his concern and affection. I adore that Guy didn't care about Wahl and turned around to wave at Tew. He even defends Tew. I mean, he is wrong, but that's not the point here.

Tew's excitement that Guy texted him is adorable.

This is me again.

Ahhh… I'm dead. When he goes, "I'm down bad."

Yes, hunny you are, but I, for one, appreciate that.

Oh, that went sideways fast. *We will talk when I get back.*

I really do enjoy Tul. He is really enjoying Tew and Guy. Me too my dude, me too. Willing to risk the wrath of his boss to tease. Love it.

This face isn't making me feel secure.

In comparison, look at this puppy dog face. So excited for Guy to be back.

OH no... They aren't going to leave us like this, are they?!?! Assholes!!! Nobody talk to me till next Thursday. I am not okay.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not wanting to wear matching Halloween costumes with my younger sister?

So my little sister (5f) is OBSESSED with the tv show Miraculous Ladybug and wants to dress up as Ladybug for Halloween. The issue is she also wants someone to dress up as Cat Noir (Ladybug and Cat Noir are a superhero duo and love interests for each other for those unfamiliar with the show). My sister always makes someone pretend to be Cat Noir when she plays pretend and I usually go along with her shenanigans. My mom suggested that I dress up with her as Cat Noir, an offer I turned down. Not because I don’t want to dress up at all or anything like that. I really love dressing up for Halloween and it super important to me to make the most of it! 

Part of this comes from when I was younger and didn’t get much (if any) choice in my costume so I desperately try to make up for it when I’m older. For context here is a list of costumes I was made to wear and still bother me; any other years were my choice of 2 Costco on sale costumes that my mom and grandma liked best (never included my first choice and alway looker weird because my parents made me cram them over a thick set of pajamas to stay warm, sometimes with a coat of top)

3rd grade: matching with my toddler (at the time) sister, hella glittery and extra Rainbow Dash dresses, including bright blue face paint that stained my face 4/10 made the nursing home we trick or treated in super happy (fond memory) but made me super embarrassed at school 

6th grade: neon pink one piece pajamas that had a neon purple tail and a raccoon face on the hood. 1/10 Got me made fun of, i literally didnt have any choice my mom brought them home from the clearance section at target and made me wear it, i got called a furry and my middle school banned hoods so it was practically useless, was too hot to be comfortable. 

I had begged to dress up as a Hamilton character and have my 2 little sisters match (one also loved Hamilton and the other was an infant) i even found costumes online and stuff but my parents rejected it because they dislike the fact Hamilton had hip-hop music and were annoyed at my obsession (understandably annoyed but still hurtful) 

7th grade: my moms old cat pajamas, a clip on tail that was all bent out of shape, and a uncomfortable cat headband, all covered in cheetah print and pink sequins on the seams 6/10 still got made fun of, got forced to take off the tail at school because it didn’t fit in the chair properly 

In 8th grade I compiled a collection of things to dress up as a newsies, all from my grandma’s closet or my own. 8.5/10 I loved it at the time, looked bad because i did my own makeup to look dirty and like i had been beaten up. 

In 9th and 10th grade i wore the same elf costume that i begged for 6 months for to match my friends, 10/10 it was pretty and I love it, wasn’t too stoked to have to wear it twice tho bc my favorite part (the corset) didn’t fit last year. 

This year i want to choose something different and new, and something I wont be made fun of for and feel confident in. I’m 16, almost 17 and  have bad self esteem issues. Halloween is like my favorite holiday because i love being all dressed up and being like a character i enjoy. I usually pay for part of my costume and do my own hair and makeup. 

BUT my mom is dead set on the idea that I match my little sister because “i’m getting too old and should just be nice instead of being selfish” or “had plenty of years to have fun, that i should make her Halloween memorable”. When my dad or other sister (11f who also like the show, not to the same degree but does enjoy it) hell even SHE could do it with her but she insists that I should. 

AITA for not wanting to? For potential messing up my little sister’s Halloween?

What are these acronyms?

[moonpedri]

paranoid.

summary: it's late at night and kylian id sleeping peacefully next to you, but your mind is plagued with worries and insecurities

pairing: kylian x reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: none, reader is just sad

word count: 1.2k

a/n: this is a short little one shot that i wrote while listening to paranoid by lauv. i love the song and to some extent it's really relatable. i always think that it may be hard for some people to be with someone like kylian and that he would be super understanding of it, so this is just self-engulfment honestly. hope you enjoy!! (not proof-read)

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Like most nights you lay in bed next to Kylian. With your head on his chest, you hear his heartbeat slowly becoming one with yours. His soft breaths are tickling your hairline.

Your grip tightens around his waist.

It is like any other night, only that it isn't and your head is so full of thoughts that you can't fall asleep. Thoughts that keep you up all night. The moonlight provides enough light for you to make out Kylian's features.

He is beautiful. His eyes are closed and small snores escape his pouty mouth. There were times where you thought that you didn't deserve him.

He treats you with so much care and love, always making sure you are alright. You never felt better in your life. He is a sweetheart. Just how did he become yours? Kylian is like a book to you, a beautiful cover with so many layers to it, waiting to be read and deciphered.

You are not sure if you are the one to do the job though. To be the owner of this book.

Is he yours?

You sit up quietly. Looking at him, you notice that a slight smile graces his lips.

It makes you wonder what or who he is dreaming of. You? Someone else? You can't help but imagine what it would be like seeing Kylian with someone else in his arms.

You hate it.

And you can't help but think about that gorgeous female friend of his, that you two met today by coincidence. She's an influencer, knows him longer than you do, is absolutely stunning. Kylian denied that there was ever more between them, but seeing them laugh and hug each other brought your brain to dark places.

You already expressed your displeasure to Kylian, and he reassured you - both verbally and physically. It's a closed chapter, so why do you open it again?

He is right beside you, sleeping, like any other night for the past 6 months now, but you never felt more distant.

He doesn't wear a shirt and the blanket doesn't cover much of his toned torso, giving you a perfect view of his chest raising and lowering. The crumbled sheets underneeth him only an indicator what happened hours ago. But while he sleeps so peacefully in front of you, you feel naked, though you are fully closed. You feel exposed and vulnerable and you just don't know why.

Kylian and you have been dating for more than half a year now and you knew each other before that too. He is your best friend. You always thought that you were comfortable enough around him by now to show even your ugly sides to him but sitting here right now just confirms that this was not the case. Not at all.

You are scared. Scared that one day he will wake up and realize that you are actually not the one, not what he has been looking for. That you are not like he imagined. You are scared that he will get tired of you.

You begin doubting yourself. Are you enough for him? Does he even want 'enough' or is he unsatisfied with you?

You sigh. You don't realize how fast the time passes until the first rays of sun appear in the bedroom. You look at Kylian a little longer and then lie next to him slowly, not wanting to wake your boyfriend up. It's time you try to get some shuteye, even with all these demons messing with your mind. You just hope they don't appear in your dreams as well.

Unfortunately it seems like you did, as a pair of strong arms draws you closer and and a hum leaves his mouth. “Good morning, baby. You're up early." he says in a raspy voice, coated thickly with sleep.

You don't say anything.

As if Kylian senses that something is off, he raises his head to look at you. “Did you sleep well?” You avoid his eyes and hesistate, not knowing what to do. Ignoring him would be unfair, after all it's not his fault that you're in this predicament. You don't know if you should tell him that you didn't sleep a wink or if you should lie to not worry him.

"Hm.", you settle for a hum. Neither a clear 'no' nor a clear 'yes'. You hope he's satisfied with that, but he wouldn't be Kylian if he was. He pulls you closer (if that was even possible at this point) and caresses your hand softly. “It's okay."

He pauses for a moment before continuing, “Sometimes we tend to overthink and sleep just doesn't come.”

At that you tense up. Was he awake while you went through this little crisis? Or does he just know you so well? "Want to talk about it?”, he asks gently.

You think about it. It would be great to share your worries with him right now but you are scared of his judgement. That he will laugh at you or just brush over it, which again, is unfair to think about, as you should know Kylian to be better than that right now. Still, you can't help yourself.

You open your mouth but nothing comes out. You can't. “I-”, you begin but your brain can't form a proper sentence. You don't even know what exactly to tell him. It's embarrassing.

“It's okay, baby. I understand.”, Kylian begins upon noticing your hopeless attempt to say something. “I don't know what is worrying you, why you stayed up, but I want you to know that you mean a lot to me.”

Kylian is so cruel; so cruel for saying these loving words to you in your state of paranoia.

“So whatever is worrying you and is stressing your cute little head out, I hope it's going away.” He kisses your temple. “I understand if you don't feel comfortable to open up to me about it, but just know that I'm always here for you. I love you.”

He nestles his head into the crook of your neck and leaves a little kiss there.

For the first time in hours you feel as if you can breathe again. You feel warm and cared for. For the first time in hours your mind feels a little bit more at ease. You feel loved.

You look down at Kylian with glossy eyes, the corner of your lips going up for the first time today. “I love you too.” He looks a bit surprised but then smiles back at you, his teeth showing.

So you tell him. You tell him what kept you up all night. Your fears, your worries. And he listens. He listens to every single word you say.

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe he is not getting tired of you. Maybe you are more than enough for him. And maybe, maybe you deserve him.

Maybe you were just a little paranoid.

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© moonpedri - DO NOT copy, translate or post my work anywhere without my permission!

[kel-lance]

Eyeless Gojo AU: Prequel

Requested off my comment from https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRTa8kfU/

“@Taaot17🍉: Some sorta AU I need where Gojo takes them out as saying he’s leaving what he was born for being behind & now will act only on instinct (& an excuse to always be touching Geto)”

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———Warnings: mention of death, blood, killing, morally grey, slight mind control, Gojo just reacting to his cptsd in this universe, slight grooming (adults ideals on Gojo and their children), mindbreak, yandere(?)———————-

first year! Gojo who didn’t understand the feelings he was feeling, it wasn’t hate, but he couldn’t stop thinking about his “rival”

that Gojo wanted to be his friend but Geto is more pained in this universe. real angsty teen. 

Gojo being treated like Naruto as a kid, by the other kids, and the adults the opposite.

They loved him, they wanted nothing more to marry their child to him, or in some way praised him like a god.

He had a power, premonitions as well as incomprehensible strength and sorcery. Anyone would be lucky to be something to him.

He could make perfect guesses, his 6 eyes in this au would let him see months in the future, aiding his clan on any assassination, kidnappings, it was just like a built in body guard, or like his own spider senses, except he’d see the moments in time, as random as they may be.

Growing up he hones his skills, training his body to be able to take care of himself (and others) and to also see further int eh future if possible. It didn’t cost him much, just gave him a headache after.

the kids have seen him cry, bleed, just acting like an annoying brat, unlike the great power their parents reminded them they weren’t. (when he was just a kid who wanted friends.)

Geto was further away, Gojo feeling lonelier than ever. The third student, Shoko, would barely show up for classes. There was no reason for her to be there other than to have men ruin her sleep. She’d come by a random day of the week, showing disinterest whenever the attention was placed on her, even to answer a problem on the board. (in this universe she didn’t choose them so they didn’t choose her (but like intensified))

Gojo knew about things happening, but not when, igniting his want to be friends with the multi spirit user. He could see him in his future, for a while… so he wanted to have it already.

Gojo tagging along with Geto whenever he can after classes.

Gojo excited to go on missions with Geto (Geto would rather do it alone but he still spars with Gojo, using his classmate to train himself harder while white hair was just dancing around him.)

2nd year!Gojo’s thinking Geto’s warming up to him when he’s starting to envy and hate on him more. but if you can hate someone its bc u care, and he wouldn’t admit that until he thought he saw once or twice, Gojo’s clown mask fall. 

(this is basically Geto as reverse Gojo who’s like emotionally stunted but in angst instead of fuck boy/class clown disguise. His intense emotions are confused and he still can’t figure out what could be up with his rival bc Gojo lets him win every time.)

Goj’s favorite thing was how Geto never stopped treating Gojo the same as when they met, or rather he never changed himself just bc he gained a friend, someone as special as Gojo.

He saw it in his 6 eyed vision. He was almost running his mental thin by using it so much, trying to see more into the future, seeing more of how He and Geto would take on the world together. He keeps it to himself for now. 

Geto who does start to warm up to Gojo the second half of their second year. Gojo not really knowing how to take it and is so happy

they start to hang out a lot, getting over their weird hate at first phase of their friendship. 

2nd year Gojo realizing he’s so comfortable around Geto that everyone knows if Geto’s somewhere Gojo’s right beside him.

That they’re best friends in a quick amount of time, because Geto would complain about others and teach Gojo what it’s like being a normal kid. 

Geto teaching Gojo to stop relying on his future vision as he was able to break through one of his visions. Gojo was supposed to win, but he stopped his body for a second and got knocked over.

Geto suggests he blindfolds Gojo if he wanted to really use his senses. correctly. He tells him that his power is getting in the way of him being a real person, and Gojo agrees.

Gojo becoming so comfortable and given everything all the time that he places his hands wherever he wants. He didn’t know about personal space since everyone was in his, so he was actually confused when his hug was rejected by Geto for the first time.

Geto scolding Gojo how that’s now how friends act so Gojo asks him how it really is, kind of hurt.

Geto needing to teach Gojo that he can only do that with him as other people would either not like it or like it too much. 

Gojo saying they’re not like Geto. There was nobody else but him.

3rd year them on /their mission/ 1/3 into the school year

Toji coming in and killing Geto, and then Amanai. 

Gojo realizing he didn’t see that happen bc of the no cursed energy. 

He believed he got Geto killed and that stopped him. He let Toji kill Amanai who was scared and hiding behind him. 

He shoots her and stabs Gojo in the neck, he’s trying to cut his head off until Geto comes in with a woman

Toji turns around bc that’s his gf yelling for him, then she stopped.

Geto kills her with a tool, and unleashes his curses on a shocked and unready toji. It was easier to say she was a civilian caught in this mess, and that toji did it.

Geto calling Yaga and Shoko to help put Gojo’s head back together.

After surgery and using her Reversed Curse technique, Gojo’s back but he’s not the same.

he wasn’t smiling all the time, he was expected to be next to Geto the moment his eyes opened, but once everyone saw him wake, all he did was try and turn his head away. 

He stays ignoring ppl for first few weeks as he healed. Geto and him had an argument at some point in-between, trying to understand what was the issue.

It was weird, got had just gotten used to being smothered by his now best friend. He was worried. Of course he had to heal his own injuries but it didn’t leave a stain in his psyche.

turns out that one second where if he were to have save Amanai, Geto would’ve died. its not that he feels any way that two innocent women died, but there was actually a chance Geto could actually not be in his future anymore. 

The fight ends with Geto saying he’s not Gojo because of his power, he can’t let that make the path for him, that he has to stop being  so blind when he knew so much more 

Gojo not understanding what Geto means and goes back into his depression hole. “he knew more, he know better.” Gojo tells himself as he’s always been told what to do, and how to be, and the one person who he’s grown to trust is telling him that his own feelings are wrong, he’ll try harder to be better for Geto.

There goes another week without Gojo, he wasn’t answering his room door, Geto couldn’t feel him there. 

Of course he was worried but there was nothing that could get to him, as Gojo knew what was going to happen. So it must have meant Gojo was safe, or wasn’t needed right now, Geto left it alone.

Geto one day has a feeling that his texts weren’t sending, hopefully his food orders were keeping him full. He decides to pay him a visit today. 

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[the-badger-mole]

So, a few days ago, I was sent an ask about if Katara and Zuko would fight, and if so about what (or something along those lines). My answer was that they would fight, but probably not that often. I stand by that. I truly don't think they would have many fights during their relationship, but I was thinking about big fights about big feelings. Now that I think about it, they would probably bicker about petty stuff pretty often and then make up within a few days. So, here is a short, non-exhaustive list of what I think are

Things Katara and Zuko Would Bicker About

1. Food sharing: Katara is a plate thief. If Zuko had something on his plate that she wanted to try, she would reach over and just take a bit. Her culture is a family table culture, meaning everyone shares. She doesn't even think to ask. Zuko finds this incredibly irritating because in his culture taking food from someone else's plate is extremely rude. Eventually, Zuko lets it go, a just starts putting extra food on his plate, and Katara learns to ask first. Most of the time, anyway.

2. Bed Time: Katara is a night owl, and Zuko is an early riser. At first, they try to go to bed at roughly the same time, but it's a lost cause. Katara has a hard time falling asleep, and ends up getting out of bed after an hour or so. Fine. They accept this difference. But Katara isn't as soft on her feet as Zuko, and Zuko is an insanely light sleeper. At least twice a week, Zuko is woken by Katara jumping into bed at some unholy hour. He wakes up very early, and doesn't like his sleep disturbed. Katara really does try her best to be quiet, and very often succeeds, but occasionally, she steps on a shoe or trips over a chair, and wakes Zuko. This boils over into a fight every few months or so, depending on what big event Zuko has upcoming.

3. Departure Times: This is kind of a spillover from the bed time argument. Katara has a hard time sticking to a schedule, and Zuko is military trained on keeping time. Zuko insists on being out of the door at a precise time that he calculated specifically in order to arrive at the exact time of any given event. Katara will start getting ready to leave about an hour before they are supposed to leave, and inevitably make them late by anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour. It drives Zuko insane.

4. Date Night: This one is kind of cute from the outside, but it is a genuine point of contention between them who gets to plan and pay for their evenings out. Zuko thinks it's a ridiculous argument. They're married and share finances anyway. Katara thinks the principle is at stake and if she wants to use her own money to treat Zuko, she should be allowed without argument. Eventually, Zuko concedes on this, too, but it pushes him to plan most of their dates because he really does like spoiling Katara. Meanwhile, Katara has taken it upon herself to give Zuko the experience of being considered and cared for that he didn't get in his childhood.

5. Showers: Showers are one of Zuko's few indulgences. He likes to stay in the shower for a ridiculously long time, and on enough occasions to make it an issue, he has left Katara no hot water for her shower. Zuko points out that as a firebender, he could always heat more water, but Katara argues that it would take longer for him to heat the water than she intended to spend in the shower, and would it kill him to leave her ten minutes worth of hot water. Zuko genuinely does try, but he gets lost in thought sometimes and he forgets to keep track of how long he's been in there.

6. Hoarding: Katara has a tendency to hoard things she thinks will be useful- empty jars; loose buttons; mismatched china; scraps of fabric; dull scissors. It's a trauma response to the scarcity of her youth in the SWT and later to keeping her group of friends alive as they traveled. Zuko understands it, but Katara fills their living space with stuff she is never going to get around to using, and sometimes Zuko gets overwhelmed by the clutter. They compromise by assigning a specific cupboard for Katara's collection of odds and ends. When it gets too full, Zuko helps Katara go through all the things she's collected and they get rid of all but the things she swears she's going to find a use for. She doesn't, but neither of them mention that during their semi-annual culling of Katara's Junk Closet.

7. Zuko's Inflexibility: Zuko isn't good with deviating from the plan. Beyond his need to be to his destination exactly on time, he likes to plan out everything he's doing in a day. Obviously this affects Katara, and when something happens that forces Zuko to change his plan, even a little bit, he gets agitated. He doesn't blow up too often anymore, like he did as a kid, but he does have a tendency to be snippy and snarky. On a few occasions, Katara has had to call him out for being condescending. As the years go on, Zuko learns to go with the flow more, especially in his retirement years, but this remains a sore point for the duration of their relationship.

[thefutureisus2020]

Top 12 Melissa Schemmenti x Reader Headcanons

1. She won’t admit this but she fell in love with you the moment she saw you. It was your very first day as the new Librarian at Abbotts.

1.2 She does feel guilty about how standoffish she was to you for the first few months before you brought in your Nonnas homemade ziti.

2. The second time she realised she’d developed a crush on you was when she walked into the hallway and saw you comforting a young child with a disability who was being bullied but two classmates and sadly their mothers. It took both Barbara and Mr. Johnson to stop you from going over and smacking the mothers

3. Your smile is her favourite thing about you. She knows somethings wrong when you don’t smile or you give someone that fake smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

4. The sound of your voice soothes her. She loves being about to curl up next to either on the couch or in bed and simply listen to you read from whatever novel you have on the go.

5. She respects your boundaries, particularly when it comes to PDA. It does take all her will power not to hunt down your ex who treated you badly

6. The smell of your shampoo is something she never gets sick of. It always lingers on your pillow, which is a great comfort when you’re not able to spend the night.

7.Meeting your family is the only thing that scares her. She’s heard stories from your friends about how your 5 younger brothers are protective of you. She doesn’t blame them one bit, you helped raised them after your mom ran off.

8. Her favourite family member of yours is your nieces. They latch onto you as soon as the two of you walk into your fathers house. The two young girls remind her of you and looking at photos of you at the same age it makes her long to have a baby that looks just like you.

8.She’s counted everyone of your freckles and loves every one of them. Particularly the one on your lower back that when kissed makes you moan.

9.When she’s had a long or stressful day at work she knows she can count on you to make her feel better. Particularly when you’ve made fresh chocolate cupcakes with dark chocolate and raspberry icing

10. When you meet her family for the first time she’s beyond scared because they weren’t fans of Joe or Gary or even a woman named Sarah who you refuse to admit exists. But your fears are put to rest when everyone instantly loves you. You find out when that your Nonna (fathers mother) grew up down the road from Nonna Schemmenti and they were friends for years before they lost contact.

11. When you explain to her that you can’t come over for date night because your youngest brother Simon calls you in tears after being dumped, her heart swells knowing how kind and gentle you are with him.

12. Melissa loves how much your brothers adore you but she does pount when they call you to complain about one of the other siblings, particularly when she’s on top of you sucking on your neck.

13. She tells you she loves you on the 3rd date. It slips out after you offer to make her the best Thai food she’ll ever taste.

14. The only time she’s cried in front of you was when you walked out of your bedroom wearing a beautiful floor length baby pink gown. You had agreed to be your twin brother Marcos bestwoman after he finally pops the question to his long suffering girlfriend.

15. After a 3 years together Melissa asks you to marry her and she’s overjoyed when you say yes

[themultifandomgal]

Will- Wedding

Will and I decided we wanted a small intermit wedding with just our friends since weren't not close to my parents or his dad. So after only a 6 month engagement we decide its time to tie the knot. Ella is super excited to be my maid of honour, I'm sat finishing curling her hair

"You look pretty mom"

"So do you my baby"

"After your married does that mean I'll have a brother or a sister?"

"I hope so Ella. I really hope so. Ok your all done, go and sit with Erin" I look in the mirror at Erin who's sat behind me. Ella runs over to her and sits on Erin's lap

"My goodness your getting big. Have you been eating all of your vegetables?"

"Yup even sprouts" Ella pulls as yuk face making me chuckle. There's a knock at the door making us all turn around

"You guys decent?" I hear a voice I'm familiar with

"You shouldn't be here it's back luck" Erin shouts

"I'll close my eyes"

"It's fine let him in" Ella gets off Erin's lap and pulls Will

"Don't ruin my moms wedding please"

"I won't promise"

"What are you doing?" I ask walking over to him

"I missed you" Will bends down and kisses my forehead "I hate being apart from you and Ella"

"Well the sooner you leave the sooner you and YN can get married and go on your honeymoon. Now go"

"Ok ok" Will puts his hands in the air "I'll see you in a bit" he kisses my head again and then Ella pushes him out of the room. She walks back in shaking her head

"Men" she comments making me burst out laughing.

The time has come for me to walk down the aisle. Since my dad won't be walking me down, Ella is going to hold my hand and walk me down. The music starts playing, Erin walks down the aisle first then Ella and I. We reach Will and I give Ella my flowers

"I love you my sweet girl. I love you so so much"

"I love you too mom" I give Ella a kiss on the cheek and hand her over to Erin. Will holds his hand out and I make my way over to him

"Welcome everyone, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join YN YLN and William Halstead in matrimony. Into this these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together let them speak now or forever hold their peace"

"Don't!" Ella shouts making everyone laugh. I swear she's a teenager in a 8 year olds body

"Ok I have been told the bride and groom have their own vows"

"YN. From the day I met you I know you'd be my wife. I have never and will never love someone the way I love you. You've shown me true happiness and I can never thank you enough for that. I promise I will cherish you and love you for the rest of my life. And I promise that I will always treat Ella as if she were my own"

"I remember the day we met like it was yesterday. You helped me in more way than one that day. You saved me and my daughter. You took us in, showed us your family and now we have the biggest family I could have ever imagined. I know both Ella and I are safe with you. I love you Will and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you"

"Could we have the rings?" the priest says. Jay, Will's best man, comes forward and holds out the rings

"Ok repeat after me" he looks at Will "I William Halstead"

"I William Halstead"

"Take thee YN YLN to be my lawfully wedded wife"

"Take thee YN YLN to be my lawfully wedded wife"

"To have to hold"

"To have to hold"

"From this day forward until death do us part"

"From this day forward until death do us part"

It's then my turn to repeat the priest then finally we are at the end of the wedding

"By the power vested in me by the State of Chicago  I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride" Will's lips are instantly on my mine and he dips me deepening the kiss.

[btsgotjams27]

this is us ~ jjk | 6

after a hard conversation with your mother, you learn some new things about yourself.

✨ title: this is us | (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, bff's younger brother ✨ playlist ✨ a/n: if you haven’t read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) you can read them here on AO3 & Wattpad

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chapter six ~ it's not all rainbows and butterflies | wc: 5.5k warnings: oc has a hard conversation with her mother, oc'smom is the worst, oc keeps secrets from jungkook b/c she's scared, a joke about oc being a p*do (they're being mean girls to her), jin overhears a convo and is about to throw punches, kissing, touching, groping (like i said!! nothing new here, they're in love and it's gross), jungkook is such a tease and cocky af, allusions to sex

~ Two months together ~

Getting to this point in your relationship with Jungkook wasn't an easy task - in particular, with your mother. She was beyond furious when you told her. The thought of you choosing to be with someone close to a decade younger than you completely disgusted her. She loved Jungkook, adored him, and even thought of him like her son, but she couldn't support your relationship with him.

"Please explain how this happened," she asked with anger rising in her tone while pacing back and forth.

"It started after the family reunion. We hung out a lot, and things just happened." You tried explaining without giving too much detail - especially when the pair of you were going to maul each other at your house during dinner with her and Yuna.

"Things just happened?" She scoffed. "What does Yuna think about all this?"

You cleared your throat before answering, "...she didn't like it at first. We didn't talk for a little bit while planning her wedding, but she's fine with it now." Honestly, you needed to sit down and talk to your best friend, like sit down and hash this all out, but she just got married, so you keep telling yourself - you hated having hard conversations.

"You were dating him before Yuna's wedding?" Your mother asked sternly. There was anger and resentment in her eyes, and the tone of her voice amped up even more. "Who would do that to their best friend?"

There it was, the one thing you had to struggle with only a few months ago. What she said triggered you. You fought through all the voices in your head telling you that you were the worst best friend in the world already. You didn't need to go through all that again. And who was she to judge you in the first place? You had a running list of the things you didn't approve of from her. Though she never cared much for you, why would it even matter?

"No! We weren't dating or anything. We were just hanging out more than usual..." you lingered with your sentence, not wanting to explain more than you needed to. She didn't need to know that you made the first move or how he kissed you in your childhood bedroom while she and Yuna were only a few feet away in the other room.

"I can't believe I have to call you my daughter," she muttered under her breath.

"Mom..." The muscle sitting inside your chest cavity sank to your stomach. Did she really have to say that? Did she really hate you that much? What have you ever done to her to deserve that? You've done everything that she's ever asked, but somehow you still failed to meet her expectations. She was the only living relative you had left, and she continued to treat you like nothing, like an outsider, like someone who didn't deserve her time.

"Your father would be furious if he were here," she huffed as she sat down." I need to sit before I pass out."

"You have to call me your daughter? What's that supposed to mean?"  You frowned before kneeling in front of her. "Mom...I'm sorry I've been never been able to live up to your expectations, but that comment was low, even for you." This conversation sucked big time, but her comment, her words, continue to pierce into the depths of your soul - a grown-ass woman you are, and the one person you needed continued to, without shame, detest your existence. You wondered what you needed to do for her to accept you as you were.

She couldn't even look at you. That's how ashamed she was. Your whole life, it seemed like you couldn't do anything right in her eyes. She would praise her friend's kids for their success but would fail to acknowledge yours. And that hurt...deeply, not having the approval of your own mother.

"I suppose it's time to tell you," she finally spoke, still avoiding your gaze.

You sat back, resting on your feet, trying your best to speculate what she could possibly tell you. "Tell me what?" Would she finally admit fault?

"I only have to call you my daughter because of your father..."

You weren't sure what she meant by that...well, of course, you were their daughter.

"I promised I would keep this a secret for your father's sake, but now that he's not here with us anymore, I see no reason to keep it from you anymore."

You froze. A part of you didn't want her to continue. Could it be worse than the situation at hand or add more fuel to your strained relationship? Whatever it was...it would change your life either way.

"You're not my daughter," she stated openly, sighing as she leaned back on the dining chair. She finally gazed down at you, almost proud of the words that came out of her mouth.

"Now you're just trying to hurt me, and it's working. Good job, mom."

"I'm not lying. What reason would I have to lie to you? Your father had an affair very early on in our marriage, and that woman..." she said with bitterness in her voice, "died after giving birth to you. She listed your father as next of kin...and well, here you are."

Eventually, it hit you. You understood why she hated you so much and never bothered to have a relationship with you. She couldn't tolerate looking at you, raising someone else's child, raising someone who wasn't hers.

"How did it go with your mom?" Jungkook asked, even though he could already tell by the tears forming that it didn't go well.

Already on the verge of tears, you shook your head and mumbled, "Not good." With your shoulders slumped over and head down, you were biting your lip, trying your hardest not to break down in front of Jungkook. There were a lot of things you didn't like, and crying was one of them.

You hated being so vulnerable, so weak...it felt like someone cut open your chest and left you to bleed out.

He walked over and gently enveloped you in his arms, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other around the nape of your neck. His chin nestled into your shoulder, whispering, "It's going to be okay. We'll be fine."

It was hard to accept what he said. Would it ever truly be okay? Your mother was never the 'best friend' type, and you were never looking for that. All you wanted was someone to listen, to support you...to love you. It was hard to reflect on your life and try to find joyful moments with her. There were hardly any, and if there were, your dad was always there.

You wrapped your arms around Jungkook, trying not to soak his shirt with your tears, but failing miserably - mascara running, snot coming out of your nose, all-around ugly crying. You started to sob into his chest softly. He pulled you closer, gently shushing you and caressing your hair, whispering, "I'm here. It's okay, I'm here. I'm never leaving you," making you sob even more.

There was a risk in stepping into a relationship with him, but it was one you were willing to make. Regardless of the stares and side-eyes you received from strangers on the streets and whispers from relatives and family friends, and you'd do anything for him.

Thoughts were racing through your mind, replaying the conversation with your mother. You didn't tell Jungkook about the second half of the conversation. He would eventually come to know, but you didn't have the heart to tell him because you needed time to process it yourself. You didn't want him to pity you, your situation, or your family. And to be honest, you weren't sure if you could even spit it out in coherent words.

After a month of constant arguing and the same conversations, the two of you had enough and agreed to stay out of each other's lives. It hurt to see your mom not support you, but you weren't surprised at all. Ever since your dad passed away, the first protector of your heart wasn't there to guide you and hold your hands through hardships. If he were here, he'd understand your choice and support you in every way that he could.

You weren't sure how you would ever move on from this secret.

~ Seven months together ~

When you saw the text notification on your screen, you didn't know if your mother had intended to send it to you or if it was an accident.

Mom 9:43 AM I heard the good news.

First off, what good news? The news about your script? And secondly, you wondered how she found out in the first place. There's no way Jungkook or Yuna would be talking to her, right? It's possible she heard through the grapevine but regardless, you didn't want to give any attention to her. Now that you found some success, was she proud of you? She didn't deserve any credit because she wasn't the one who supported you - it was your friends, your boyfriend.

But you brushed off her text and didn't respond to her. You weren't sure if you even wanted to. What was the point? You obviously didn't want to hear anything else she had to say or anything about your relationship with Jungkook. You'd respond when you were ready.

Jungkook was working hard to launch his company's new game, Final Approach. He was the lead storyboard designer on the project. He was hesitant when his team leader asked him, but you nudged him ever so gently to take it. Jungkook has the skills and vision for a project like this, but he just needed to be confident in himself to finally take initiative and show off what he could do. His potential's far greater than he could ever dream of.

"How are you feeling about your launch party?" you asked as you were putting away dishes into his cupboards.

"Good...I think," he said with an apprehensive smile and nod. "What about you? Are you excited to come?"

"Yeah...I think," mimicking his answer.

Jungkook raised both eyebrows, "You think?"

"I mean...this will be the first time everyone will see us together." The two of you hadn't attended any big events together as a couple. Not only would it be your first time going 'public' but your first time meeting his colleagues. Wonderful...more stares and whispers to endure.

"Good, because I want to show off my beautiful girlfriend." He smiled as he looked up from his laptop.

You gave him a closed-lipped smile. You could get through this...maybe with a lot of alcohol in your system. That would be your first trip for the night when you arrive - to the bar. "Right...but I won't know anyone."

"Jin will be there. You can hang out with him. I'm sure he won't mind," he said casually.

You could already picture the worst-case scenarios in your head, but you could do this. You've handled way harsher criticism before...but the thing was, this would be extremely personal - because it would be about you...about Jungkook, about your relationship.

You shook the thoughts from your mind. Happy thoughts only. This was an exciting moment for Jungkook. It wasn't about you. There would be plenty of time for that later.

Clearing your throat, you figured you should ask him about the text from your mother. "Hey...this is super random but...have you talked to my mom at all?"

His brows furrowed, lips in pout thinking about his last interaction with her. "I haven't spoken to her since Yuna's wedding. Why?" He looked up from his laptop.

You were tapping on the porcelain mug in your hand. "Oh...um, she just randomly texted me this morning."

Jungkook nodded. "What did she say?"

"She said, 'I heard the good news'. Whatever that means." You figured it wasn't him since he'd tell you right away if he had spoken to her.

"Huh... that's interesting. Maybe she's coming around." He shrugged, typing away at his laptop.

You scoffed at his remark. "I highly doubt that. You know her."

"Maybe I could talk to her." He tried asking casually because he knew your mom was still a sore subject of conversation.

You shook your head furiously. "No...no...I don't want you anywhere near her. I can hear her already, 'You're too good for her Jungkookie, you can do better...' blah blah blah..."

Jungkook stood up, pushing his stool, to walk over to you. He held out his hand, waiting for yours, pulling you into him. He rubbed your arms and leaned in for a kiss.

"I know I know...I already know what you're going to say."

"What am I going to say?"

"To stop with this self-deprecating nonsense."

"And..." His eyes crinkled with a sly smile, showing off that adorable dimple you just want to crawl and live in.

"...and that I'm smart and beautiful, and wonderful, and everything you could ever want in a partner," you added in a dragging tone.

He laughed because that's exactly what he would say. You'd been together long enough to know his quirks and mannerisms and his thought process. You sighed and pinched your nose, trying to shake all the negativity away. "Enough about my mom. I'll worry about her later. This week is about you, and you only," you said as you reached up to kiss him. "I love you. You know that?"

He nodded. "Mmhm, I know. I'm simply irresistible."

As the event was approaching, your anxiety began to flare up since this was the first time you would be attending a work event as Jungkook's girlfriend. You only knew Jin, as you briefly met him at the Open Mic Night and throughout Yuna and Namjoon's wedding festivities. There was some comfort in knowing at least one person, but your nerves were getting the best of you.

Jungkook said the event would be a black-tie affair since they were celebrating the launch of their new game. There would also be potential investors for the next game the company needed funds for.

The company went all out for this launch. They even provided him with a limo to pick the two of you up. You heard your door code unlocking, just in time, forty-five-ish minutes before the event began. 

Walking into your bedroom was a dashing, handsome man. Jungkook was sporting a fresh haircut, parted off to the side, showing off his perfect face, decorated with his eyebrow and lip piercing. He donned a dark gray two-piece suit, black dress shirt, and tie, even his waist looked tiny due to the cinched belt. Was there anything this man didn't look good in?

You greeted him with a warm smile as you found his gaze in the mirror. "I just need to put on my shoes. Then I'll be good to go." The dress that was purchased for this event felt risqué in your opinion, even though Hyunie and Yuna told you otherwise. You rarely dressed up like this.

Jungkook came from behind, wrapping his arms around you. "Hello gorgeous," he whispered pressing a kiss into your shoulder.

You leaned away from him, trying to escape from his hold. "Kook--stop. You're gonna mess up my outfit." He groaned before letting you go.

You stood up from your vanity table and took a seat at the edge of your bed, grabbing your strappy heels. Jungkook took a seat next to you, gesturing for you to give him your feet so he could help you. You happily obliged. Putting on heels shouldn't be sensual, but when it was Jungkook strapping them on, it was a different story. Instead of slipping them on right away, he leaned down to kiss your toes.

You giggled and squirmed under his touch. "Didn't know you had a foot fetish."

"I don't...I have a you fetish."

You chuckled, telling him to go on and hurry up or he'll be late for his own party.

He slipped on the right side, carefully buckling the strap, then he moved onto the next, but not before he gently grazed his fingers along the underside of your legs, heading towards your clothed heat. It took everything in you to not make a peep or feel any kind of excitement under his touch. He was just putting on your shoes for fucks sake. You stopped him from going any further.

"You'll have all the time in the world for a me fetish later boyfriend. Now come on, or we'll be late."

He groaned. He knew he should have come to pick you up earlier than scheduled. He finished helping you with your shoes and held your hand, helping you stand up. You did a quick spin for him, and he whistled, liking what he saw. He pulled you in for a kiss, and whispered against your lips, "Can't wait to rip that dress off of you later."

Netmarble went all out for this launch, they spared no expense. There were areas for video game simulators, tables upon tables of bags full of freebies, and a stocked bar. You name it, they had it.

A young man in a white button-up and black slacks approached you and Jungkook as you arrived, "Jungkook-ssi! You're here. Let me take you guys to your table."

Jungkook lightly gripped the young man's arm, grabbing his attention. "Ha-Joon, this is my girlfriend."

"Hello!" he greeted you with a warm smile. "It's so nice to finally meet you. Jungkook-ssi always talks about you."

"He does?" you asked with a surprised tone. "I hope they're good things." 

Ha-Joon laughed. "Of course. He's very much in love with you. Our whole team can see that." He said before turning back around, leading the pair of you throughout the crowd.

As you looked around, you could see a few eyes and whispers between you and Jungkook. One hand in Jungkook's, and with the other, you tugged on his blazer and whispered, "How much do you talk about me?" You didn't think anyone would know who you were, but maybe you were wrong.

Jungkook responded with a grin and raised an eyebrow. Goodness, this man was completely and irrevocably in love with you, huh? You chuckled. "What am I gonna do with you?"

He leaned in, "I have a few ideas." You gently pinched him. "Harder," he teased. And you did until it became uncomfortable. "Yah--yah--okay, okay. Save some of that for later."

When Ha-Joon showed you to your table, you weren't expecting a video game launch party to be so fancy, but here you were. Your name was written in beautiful calligraphy on a place card. It almost felt like you were at a wedding. As you sat down, Ha-Joon pulled Jungkook aside. You guessed he was telling him about tonight's schedule. 

After a few minutes, Jungkook came and took a seat next to you. "So, apparently they invited some popular game influencers to the party, so I gotta go make good with them. Will you be okay if I leave you for a little bit?"

"Yeah...Yeah of course. You go do your thing." You smiled warmly as he pressed a kiss into your temple. You couldn't help but feel proud of your boyfriend as you watched him walk off to mingle amongst the crowd. He's so good at this, you thought to yourself. You wished you had an ounce of his confidence.

You took a look around the room, feeling a little out of place. You straightened your dress, making sure nothing was out of place, then you heard a familiar voice from behind.

"Fancy seeing you here," said the tall broad-shouldered man.

"Hey!" you said with a sigh of relief, thankful to see a familiar face, so you wouldn't look like an outcast in a sea of gamers and businessmen. "Are you sitting with us too?"

"My table's over there but I uh...switched the place cards." He leaned in, covering his mouth, "I hate the people I work with...but shh--don't tell 'em that." Jin joked as he sat down next to you.

You laughed. "My lips are sealed," pretending to zip your mouth.

The both of you let your eyes roam around the noisy room full of people before you turned to Jin. "Hey...thank you for letting Jungkook use your house for our date. We really appreciate it."

Jin laughed. "You guys are more than welcome to use it whenever you need to, as long as you followed the rules I left."

"Us? Breaking your house rules? Never," you teased him. There may have been some touching and a bit of kissing, but nothing more than that.

"Uh huh...sure." Jin nodded, tinkering with his place card.

You always wondered why you didn't hang out with Jin more, especially when Yuna was dating Namjoon and it was only now that your paths were crossing more and more. Jin seemed genuine and down-to-earth, and definitely, the type of guy to tell you like it is, which you appreciated.

"So...how are you and Jungkookie?" he asked, trying to fill in the silence.

"We're...we're doing good." And you weren't lying. Of course, there were a few bumps along the way but it wasn't anything the two of you couldn't handle.

"Good," he said with a smile. "I think this is the happiest he's ever been."

"You think so?"

"Yeah...the guy comes in happy to work. Believe me, no one should come in that happy to work...You're good for him."

You scrunched your nose. "Nah--" you joked of course.

"I'm serious, you are. You both deserve to be happy."

"Thanks, Jin, that means a lot to me." And it did, there were countless times when you questioned everything about your relationship with Jungkook. But hearing Jin's approval helped boost your confidence in making the right choice.

Twenty minutes had gone by and Jungkook was still nowhere to be seen. Jin was trying to lighten the mood with a few jokes he had up his sleeve but he could still see how nervous you were at the party, being out of your element. "Stay here. I'll go get us some drinks. I have a feeling Jungkook will be mingling for a while."

You smiled. "Sure, I'd love one. Thanks, Jin." You watched him walk off to the bar, waving down the bartender. Immediately you reached for your phone to keep yourself busy.

He began tapping the bar counter and looking around as he waited for the drinks. There were two interns behind him talking loudly.

"Can you believe that's Jungkook's girlfriend? She has to be at least thirty," said the young blonde girl. Both girls snickered and took a sip of their champagne glasses.

"I'm going to fucking cry when I turn thirty and who does she think she is wearing that dress? I bet she's just trying to look like she belongs with him. He could do so much better than her," said the brunette.

Jin overheard their conversation and he debated if he should turn around and say something. He tugged at his collared shirt and tie, itching to just let them have a piece of his mind. But he bit his tongue and composed himself for now.

"Look at her. She's pathetic. She has the audacity to date, someone, basically ten years younger than her," the blonde scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Sounds kind of desperate to me," the brunette inserted. "Oh my god. What if she's going through a midlife crisis or something?"

"I mean that would make sense about why she's dating someone that young," the blonde stated, continuing to sip her drink.

The brunette nodded, "She's practically a pedo. Someone call the cops."

The two of them laughed at their stupid joke and that's when Jin had enough. He turned around and walked towards them, giving them his best smile.

"Hi ladies," he said with a dashing smile, looking dapper in his black three-piece suit.

The brunette became shy when she saw him approaching and tucked her hair behind her ear. In her sweetest voice, "Oh–Seokjin-ssi, you look so handsome today." She let out a tiny giggle. Shameless really, the way she was acting in front of Jin.

"That's where you're wrong. I always look handsome, thank you," he curtly replied. "You know what is absolutely foul tonight?" He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

The two of them shook their heads and didn't respond, acting dumb.

He leaned in close to them, almost pretending to let them in on a secret. "Your mouths." He stood with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face. "I didn't realize you were an expert on Jungkook's love life and had a say on who he should and shouldn't date."

The blonde and brunette were taken aback by Jin's blunt comment but he couldn't let them get away with acting superior.

You saw Jin looking your way and you flashed him a smile, wondering what he was doing with those two girls - probably flirting.

"You know what she has and you don't?" He asked rhetorically, and the two were still dazed and shook their heads. "She has more class than the two of you ever will. And she's an amazing person and doesn't say stupid shit behind people's backs. You're lucky we're not in the office. If I ever hear you saying anything about Jungkook or his girlfriend, you'll never work in this industry again. You hear me?" He threatened with raised eyebrows.

They nodded, mumbling sorry and bowing before scurrying away. Jin walked back to the bar and grabbed the drinks that were ready. He trekked back to where he left you and placed a drink in your hand.

"You good?" you asked curiously. "You weren't hitting on those girls, were you?"

He waved you off, "Pfft–more like they were hitting on me." He took a sip of his drink.

You chuckled and nodded at the handsome man. You were thankful that you had Jin to hang out with tonight.

During the night, when he wasn't with you, Jungkook was surrounded by a sea of people wanting his attention. They had heard so many wonderful things about him, so you loved seeing others fawn over him, getting all the attention he deserved. You found yourself grinning whenever there was mention of Jungkook. He was easily loved by everyone. It's kind of hard to hate the guy, when he's always willing to help out those around him - cleaning and picking up after others, making small jokes with the ahjumma at his favorite tteokbokki stand, playing with the kids that mistake him as their appa. See? Very hard to dislike him. 

He was finally able to step away since dinner was going to be served soon. He found his seat next to you and pressed a kiss on your cheek. "Hi," he said with relief in his voice. He was all mingled out, his cheeks were starting to hurt from all the smiling and talking.

"Hello, Mr. Popular," you chuckled. You could tell he was embarrassed, being the center of attention.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Stop...I hate it."

"Oh, you love it. You love being praised."

He had one arm on the back of your chair and the other leaning on the table, inching towards you. "Only in the bedroom." He smirked. He couldn't wait to leave the party and get out of the stuffy suit he was wearing. But the launch barely began, there were still more smiles and networking to do on his part. He hated it, besides, it was part of the job.

Throughout dinner, there were speeches upon speeches until the lead of Jungkook's department stood up and announced that he was getting an award. Jungkook's eyes widened with surprise, not knowing he'd be given anything tonight. He was given the 'Rising Star' Award and he was asked to make a quick speech while accepting. You could tell he wasn't prepared at all, but if anyone could come up with something on a whim, it was Jungkook.

He nervously scratched the back of his neck while looking out at the audience. He let out an awkward chuckle as he began thinking about where to even begin.

"Ahem...I'm sorry I don't have anything prepared. I wasn't expecting to receive anything tonight, but um, I just want to say thank you to my team leader, who continues to put his trust in me. And uh, thank you to the rest of our team who worked tirelessly to get this game ready for today's launch. I owe you all my life." The crowd gave a light laugh at his words, then his eyes darted around the room until he landed on you. "And lastly, I want to thank my beautiful girlfriend who's here with me tonight." He pointed at you, making everyone turn to take a good look. You smiled and waved shyly. He continued on, "Baby, thank you for always pushing me and supporting me in everything I do. I wouldn't be here without you. I love you." He bowed politely and gave another word of thanks before he took his award, and came back down to sit next to you, giving you another kiss.

The night was finally coming to an end. You didn't realize how wiped you were until the limo pulled up but overall it was an enjoyable night, getting to see Jungkook and his world.

"I'm pretty sure I'll like video game launch parties." You laughed holding up your huge bag of freebies. "I mean look at all this stuff."

Jungkook chuckled, "Is that the only reason why you're here? For the free stuff?"

You scoffed, "Well, obviously. It's free." He pinched your waist, making you yelp. "And--and to see my hot, sexy, boyfriend be the talk of the town."

"Ugh, don't remind me," he said, opening the limo door, and the two of you went in. "It's so embarrassing."

"What? No--I loved seeing everyone go all heart-eyes for you. To be honest, I was a little jealous," you said, setting the large bag down on the floor mat.

"Oh...you? Jealous? Tell me more," he urged, sliding closer to you, pulling you into him, then lifting your legs onto him. He began caressing your thighs, and nuzzled his head into your neck, peppering kisses wherever he could.

"For an industry that's mostly made up of men, way too many women were surrounding themselves around you," you said breathily, trying to keep your cool from all his kisses.

"Mmhm...keep going," he implored, now his hands beginning to freely roam your body. First, your breasts, then your ass.

You closed your eyes. He was barely touching you and you were soaking wet already. "I think I even saw someone lingering a handshake with you a minute too long. But what she doesn't know is that those hands are mine," you proclaimed while taking his hand in yours. "These fingers...are mine." Smiling as you pressed his fingers against your lips, then shamelessly taking his index and middle finger into your mouth, pulling them in and out. And he watched with fascination, your lips surrounding his fingers. He couldn't wait for them to be on his cock instead.

You grinned, pulling his fingers away, then hiked up your dress, bringing his fingers towards your clothed heat, already soaked and ready to go. Jungkook visibly gulped. He loves when you're confident and unashamed. Leaning in, you kissed him fervently. You couldn't wait for the driver to hurry up and get the two of you home. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer than he already was.

"Someone's horny," Jungkook said, breaking the kiss.

"You have no idea," you replied as you made your way to straddle him. Thank god for this limo, there was no way you could do this in a smaller car.

"You gotta keep quiet though. Don't want to be called into the boss' office on Monday morning asking why I was fucking my girlfriend in the company limo."

A giggle left your lips. "Jeon Jungkook, Rising Star, scared of getting caught?"

"I quite like my job, you know..."

"'Kay, then I'll just moan and whimper into your ear."

He grinned. "Perfect."

After a night of wanton sex-capades throughout the apartment, the two of you were spent. Jungkook was laid out on his stomach, mouth agape, with little snores leaving him. You found yourself gazing at him, gently caressing the little scar on his cheek.

See, it's easy when it's just you and Jungkook, but when it's the two of you against the world, it's a different story. If you two were the last two people on earth, you'd probably just fuck each other into oblivion, and probably have tons of babies. But that was the issue, you weren't the only two people on earth, and you probably cared way too much about what other people thought about you. And in the end, what would be the thing that mattered the most? What Jungkook thought about you or what other people thought? It was probably time to stop worrying about other people's perceptions of your relationship with Jungkook and begin to focus on the man who was undoubtedly and hopelessly in love with you.

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