#happy mothers day to everyone with fucked up relationships w their mothers

[grandeoatmilklatte]

Taking a Sick Day 🤒 (Ominis Gaunt x F!MC)

Alternate title: "come over, my parents aren't home!"

I'm back from another writing hiatus! Please enjoy this floor-fucking smut!

Warnings: NSFW || P in V || 0ral || f!ng3r!ng || loss of V || Characters are aged up and 18+ || MDNI || (1892 words)

“Oh sweetheart! You’re burning up! You can’t go out like this!” Ominis’s mother exclaimed as she sat on the edge of the bed, her hand resting on her son’s forehead. “Everyone else will just have to go without us.”

“It’s alright mother! I wouldn’t want you to miss the party! I can stay home alone. I’ll be asleep most of the evening anyway.” Ominis pleaded, praying he didn’t sound too desperate. 

“He’s right dear, the boy is eighteen now, he’s old enough to stay home alone for an evening.” his father’s voice echoed from the other side of the room. 

After a few moments of discussion between Ominis’s parents, it was agreed Ominis could indeed stay home, while the rest of the family attended a dinner party that night at the home of a family friend. Ominis smiled to himself as he heard his parents leave the room, waiting until their footsteps receded before jumping to his feet, dashing to his desk and quickly crafting a letter, whispering words to his self writing quill before shooing his owl away so that his letter could be delivered as quickly as possible. 

Ominis’s plan was turning out to be a success so far.

An hour later, the Gaunts were saying their goodbyes to Ominis, letting him know that they would return past midnight, and that they wouldn’t wake him when they returned. Once they had left, Ominis summoned the family house elf, letting the elf know that he was giving him the night off so that he could be alone while he recovered from his “illness”. The elf was happy to oblige. When Ominis confirmed that the house was indeed empty, he made his way to the family room and waited, his heart beating out of his chest. 

Less than twenty minutes passed before Ominis heard the sound of tapping at the window of the family room. He dashed to the front door, listening for a moment before he called out.

“Darling, is that you?”

“Yes! It’s me!” Came the beautiful voice of his girlfriend before he felt her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He kissed her back and led her inside, shutting the door behind him. 

“I was so worried they wouldn’t fall for it! Had I known this was that easy I would have skipped out on every one of our History of Magic classes!” Ominis said as he proceeded to quickly give his girlfriend a tour of his home. She laughed at his remark, but her eyes were wide in awe, taking in her surroundings. 

“Ominis, your home is incredible!”

Ominis felt a slight pang of sadness knowing that this was the only way he could have her in his home - in secret. The couple had been together since their fifth year, with their romantic interactions being few and far between due to a lack of privacy at Hogwarts. They managed to see each other occasionally over the summer holidays, but this had to also be in public spaces, her muggleborn status making an invite to the Gaunt manor forbidden, lest she wish to be killed. Recently, Ominis had begun to slowly and secretly steal from his family’s fortune, waiting until he had stolen enough for them to run away and start a new life together. Until then, their relationship would need to remain a secret.

So, when Ominis learned that his family would be out of the manor one evening for several hours to attend a party, he couldn’t deny himself the opportunity to have the place to himself, for him and his beloved to do whatever they pleased. A simple potion created to make the drinker appear sick with a fever was all Ominis needed to make this evening work in his favor. 

After giving her a brief tour of this home, Ominis led her back to the family room, where he sat himself on a dark emerald velvet sofa, while she remained standing. With a quick wave of his wand, Ominis lit the grand fireplace that was across from the sofa.

“Darling, don’t just stand there, come sit with me.” Ominis leaned back, making his lap readily available for her. 

A nervous giggle fell from her lips. “Sorry, this is just…so different from what we normally do. I don’t think we’ve ever been this alone before.”

“Well, we should take advantage of the opportunity then.” Ominis began to worry he might be sounding a bit desperate. The growing desire for her, as well as the growing bulge in his trousers, was hard to ignore. 

His worries faded when she straddled his lap, her hands coming up to hold his face as she kissed him. As he deepened the kiss, he brought his hands to her hips, gently guiding her so that her core was slowly grinding against his bulge, which was now straining against his trousers. Ominis could feel the tension releasing from her body as she began to move her hips on her own, increasing her pace as she continued to grind against him.

“Take your clothes off.” Ominis said breathlessly as he pulled away from her lips, the desperation completely taking over him. 

Without a second of hesitation, he felt her body leave his lap, followed by the sounds of her clothing coming off. Ominis followed suit, remaining on the couch as he undressed. He couldn’t help the soft groan that left his lips when he felt her sit back on his lap, her skin coming in direct contact with his own for the first time. 

She resumed her previous action, grinding herself against him, her bare cunt rubbing against the length of his hard, leaking cock. Ominis slipped his hand between their bodies, gripping his cock and trying to guide himself inside of her, but she pulled away, sinking down to her knees, trailing kisses down his chest as she did so. 

Her pace was slow as she took his cock into her mouth. The oral pleasure she had given him before was always quick and quiet, either in an alleyway after one of their dates, or in an empty corner of the library when they were still in school. But right now she was taking her time, savoring every second of this alone time they had, and it was driving Ominis crazy, moans freely falling from his lips as his hands wrapped around her soft hair. 

“Wait, wait, stop, not yet!” Ominis groaned, knowing that if she kept this up any longer he was going to fall off the edge way too early. “Come here.”

She did as she was told, resuming her original position on his lap, her lips immediately latching on to his. As he kissed her, he slipped his hand between their bodies once again, this time turning his attention to her as he slipped two fingers inside her wet cunt. She moaned against his lips, and adjusted her hips so that she was matching his movements as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. After a few moments he pulled his fingers out of her, using the same hand to slowly stroke himself as she lined herself up with his cock. When she was positioned perfectly, Ominis’s hands went back to her hips as she slowly sank herself down his length. 

She let out a long, drawn out moan as her body adjusted to the new feeling. “Easy, darling, easy. We can just go slow.” Ominis whispered softly. She gave him an affirming hum before she began to slowly ride him, Ominis’s hands encouraging her as they remained on her hips. Her hands moved from Ominis’s shoulders to the back of the velvet sofa, gripping it as she picked up her pace, Ominis’s hands still keeping her steady.

The Gaunts would surely kill their son if they knew what he was up to right now, and with a muggleborn no less. This was the ultimate act of rebellion against his family, and the realization of this, coupled with the way she moaned in his ear, coupled with the way her walls tightened around his leaky cock, almost made Ominis fall over the edge right then and there. But he kept his composure, knowing he wasn’t anywhere near done with her yet. 

“On the rug, now.” he commanded breathlessly as he lifted her off of his lap by her hips. She obeyed immediately, lying on her back on the large white rug that adorned the floor in front of the sofa. 

For a moment, Ominis felt it a bit crude to be taking the woman he loved on the floor, but he ignored the feeling, immediately diving between her spread legs. Moans of his name filled the room as he alternated between licking and sucking her clit. When her moans became louder, he slipped his two fingers back inside of her, working her with both his mouth and fingers. He was so lost in the taste of her, it was difficult to pull away, but eventually he did, positioning himself so he was directly above her.

“I love you.” He whispered against her lips before he gently kissed them. As she kissed him back, Ominis once again weaved a hand between their bodies lining himself up with her, gently sliding back inside of her. 

The gentleness was gone the moment Ominis bottomed out, as he began to fuck her mercilessly on the rug. He knew he didn’t have much time before he reached his climax, between the sound of her moans and the feeling of her legs wrapping around him. But, Ominis, ever the determined Slytherin, refused to let himself finish until she had first.

Almost as if she could read his mind, Ominis began to feel her walls tightening around his cock. His soft praises of “you’re so close, darling” and “you feel so good” gave her the final push she needed as she nosedived off the edge with a whimper of his name. 

Ominis slowed his movements down slightly, savoring the feeling of her orgasm as he himself was finally pushed over the edge. He once again considered the significance of this moment, juxtaposed with their current location, and cursed his bloodline as he emptied himself into her. 

There was no sense of urgency as they laid on the rug reveling in the afterglow. No need to quickly clean up and get dressed, or act as if they weren’t doing anything at all. Ominis could just lay there with her, listening to the sounds of the crackling fireplace, and the soft sighs of her breathing.

Although he could have laid with her on that rug for hours, Ominis eventually sat up, still wanting to enjoy the empty home. He led her into the garden, where they took an evening stroll before she provided Omins with his second orgasm of the night, taking him into her mouth again while they sat on a garden bench.

Once they had gone back inside, the two retired to Ominis’s bedroom, fatigue beginning to catch up to them. The time was approaching midnight anyway, and Ominis didn’t want to take any chances in case his family arrived earlier than expected. As they drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms, Ominis couldn’t help but wonder when his family would be attending a dinner party next. 

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt smut

[inuyashaluver]

hello!! can i request a mlt fic where her and reader adopt a dog and all the man u girls go and visit them!

mumma life - maya le tissier

maya le tissier x reader

description: in which you and your girlfriend adopt a puppy, both of you loving the mother life

warnings: fluffy, swearing

a/n: maya baby! this is too cute, giving myle baby, thanks so much, enjoy!! ❤️❤️

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you and your girlfriend, maya had been dating for over 3 years and the both of you felt that something was just missing. you both wouldn’t miss the yearning looks you gave each other when you witnessed your friends taking that next step in the relationship.

“baby, look” maya gives you an exaggerated pout as she drags you by the hand on a little stroll through the park on your day off from training.

“maya, please, it’s the fourth time we’ve stopped” you groan, your girlfriend in response squeezes your hand and tugs you closer to her body. when she’s pleased with the distance, she pulls you into a tight embrace, starting a trail of kisses from the base of your neck up to the curve of your jaw.

you let out a shuddering breath and feel as maya’s lips upturn into your warm skin, she always did this when she wanted something and you both knew it.

“you know you want to” she whispers in your ear and your cheeks flush instantly, you grip her bicep warningly and she giggles at your pink cheeks. after a short staring competition followed by maya’s excessive pouting, you threw your head back in frustration and the girl in front of you smiles brightly. she’s got you.

“fine, le tissier, we’ll get a dog” you sigh, maya grins excitedly and lifts you in the air for a few seconds. you can’t help but laugh gleefully and maya relishes the sound.

as soon as she puts you down, she immediately gets down to business, discussing what type of dog, how you’ll take care of it, names, everything you could imagine, maya was talking excitedly to you.

—

about three weeks later, you and maya discussed all the formalities about the dog and both of you were extremely excited. maya in particular, causing quite a stir up amongst your teammates.

you were both extremely chipper at training, maya couldn’t keep her hands off you and everyone watched you both amusingly.

“why are you so happy?” ella points out in the change rooms after training, maya grins happily and places a hand on your stomach as she stands behind you. the team watches intrigued at the upcoming conversation.

“we’re going to hear little feet around the house soon” maya says shyly, kissing your cheek as you lean into her. everyone is looking at you with wide eyes.

“you’re fucking joking” mary breathes out, clutching ella’s arm in slight fear but also excitement.

“it’s early but i think we can tell you” maya giggles, her hand resting on your stomach beginning to move gently causing each teammate to gawk at you.

“did you get (y/n) pregnant?” millie exclaims, covering her mouth in utter shock. yours and maya’s eyes widen in shock, “w-what?” you stutter out, cheeks bright red, shaking your head quickly.

“what! no, you idiots! we’re getting a dog” maya barks, pulling you closer to her body as the team let out little sounds of understanding.

you can’t help but laugh at the reaction and maya pinches your hip warningly. after all the initial shock, all of the girls excitedly question anything and everything about the new addition to your little family and you both can’t contain your excitement either.

—

you’d both gone shopping for the new puppy, maya spoiling it rotten, it had you nervous for when you’d both actually have children.

she’d always excuse it with, “baby, we’re mums now, our little girl needs to have the best” she boasts, kissing you gently and convincing you instantly. you just can’t say no to her.

maya had gotten pulled for media after training and you were free for the rest of the afternoon, meaning, you were going to pick up the puppy and bring her home.

maya was slightly heartbroken, claiming you’d be the favourite mum already, “babe, i’m off” you wave from behind the camera as she sat down for an interview, she pouts at you and gestures for you to come over.

you roll your eyes amusingly but make your way over, she immediately pulls you into a tight hug, kissing the side of your head affectionately as she gently sways you both from side to side.

“me and baby will be waiting for you” you whisper in her ear, she squeezes your hips and gives you a quick kiss, ushering you off so she could get home faster.

as soon as you turn, she gives your behind a little smack and you shake your head in response, causing her to giggle when you don’t even turn around.

—

you and the puppy were waiting at home and you’ve cried of cuteness at least 6 times. she was perfect, she’s literally a dog but you felt like her biological mother and knew maya would feel the same.

you sit on the floor with the unnamed puppy playing with her new toys as you wait for maya.

when you hear the front door unlock, maya’s keys clang on the little table you had in your doorway. hurriedly taking off her jacket and shoes before rushing over to where you were.

when she saw you and the puppy looking up at her with loving expressions, she felt her heart stop. she coos at the sight, the puppy nervously wags her little tail as she approaches maya and sniffs her hand, immediately licking it and gesturing to be picked up.

“look at you, aren’t you the cutest?” she coos, cuddling the puppy happily. you can’t help but tear up again, seeing maya so happy.

maya glances at you in worry and moves to sit next to you, “why are you crying?” she giggles affectionately, puppy in one hand as she held your own with her other. “you two are so cute” you fuss, moving to rest your head on your girlfriend’s shoulder.

the puppy scrambles out of maya’s arms to play with a toy on the ground and you and maya cuddle up next to each other.

“what should we name this little angel?” maya smiles, you both brainstorm numerous names but none of them felt right. eventually, you and maya settle for the cliche of naming a brown dog ‘coco’ but it just felt right.

—

puppy training with maya was proving to be easier than expected. you both settled into a routine that just worked, maya making an effort to teach coco a bunch of tricks that make you giggle.

each time you would interact with the puppy, maya would swoon and look at you with the most love sick expression she could muster.

you both got home from training and you immediately go to find coco, lifting her up and cradling her to your chest. “say hi, mummy” you coo, looking at maya with a bright grin. maya’s cheeks are burning, coming over to greet the puppy before kissing you sweetly.

—

it took two days of you and maya fussing over your new puppy with endless amounts of bragging to the girls until they claimed enough was enough. they needed to meet their niece.

it was planned that whoever wanted to come needed to be in small groups, just so the puppy wasn’t too overwhelmed by the large numbers of people.

“what if she likes them more than us?” maya grips your leg tightly as you sat on the couch, the girl sitting on the ground between your legs.

“baby, you’re worrying for nothing, she’ll love you the most” you smile, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and kissing her cheek gently.

she hums and leans into you, coco wanderers over to the both of you, looking up with big puppy dog eyes and a frantically wagging tail.

you and maya immediately fangirl over the puppy, maya picking it up so you could both look at her with bright, affectionate grins, that’s when the doorbell rings and maya’s face drops.

“you’re fine, it’s okay” you mumble in maya’s ear, pressing a tender kiss to the side of her head, moving past her to open the door for the girls.

on the other side, you see millie, ella and mary standing there with eager smiles.

“where’s the little one?” mary says excitedly, you let them in and lead them to the living room to see a happy puppy bounding over to the new people and a scowling maya now sitting on the couch.

“someone’s happy to see us” ella says sarcastically, sending maya a little wink. “she’s a little protective over little coco at the moment” you say sheepishly, moving towards maya, the girl grabs your hips and forces you to sit next to her while the three girls fuss over the little bundle of joy.

maya instantly wraps her arm around yours to hold you close, you smile at her and she can’t help but smile back, nudging you with her shoulder before looking at the girls interact with coco, a little smile evident on her features.

“she looks just like you, maya” mary teases, causing maya to scoff with wide eyes, “excuse me?” she exclaims, “no, she really does, you have the same eyes” millie quips, looking between coco and maya, ella starts laughing immediately.

maya gawks at the girls, “now that you mention it-” you start, maya instantly places a hand over your mouth when you start talking at looks at you warningly. you giggle and stop but maya still holds you close.

the girls stayed around for a couple hours, you snapping pictures with them and uploading them to social media had fans going crazy.

as soon as the girls were gone, coco looks up at maya with a soft expression and you both move to sit on the couch again. with a sleeping coco cuddled up in maya’s lap, you both watch a movie with your heads resting against each other.

“see? she knows who her mummy is” you tease, kissing maya’s cheek when her pout is formed on her face. you reach out to pat coco’s head gently as you snuggle into maya.

“i can’t wait to have kids with you” maya whispers affectionately, her eyes trained where you gently pet your shared puppy.

“me too” you quip back instantly, looking over at each other with shy grins. it took about 15 minutes for the three of you to fall asleep, snuggled up together on your couch without a care in the world.

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mayaletissier: hot mamma (y/n/n) and her cute baby (and coco’s there too)

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yourname: maya le tissier!

↳ mayaletissier: that’s me, baby

↳ yourname: don’t credit your daughter like that

↳ mayaletissier: i love my daughter and her mum!

yourname: coco supremacy

↳ mayaletissier: we made that

1maryearps: baby coco is perfect

millturner_: cutest puppy in the world

ellatoone: i’m her favourite auntie

↳ 1maryearps: don’t even start

#woso #woso community #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso one shot #woso imagine #maya le tissier #maya le tissier x reader

[aajjks]

bingoooo but don’t worry. it gets worse 😁

TC!dad!JK

once again, everything is all your fault. you’ve ruined jungkook’s mood and you’re tempted to bang on his door and take your son back but there’s no use in arguing when the damage has been done. you’re beginning to realize how good you are at wrecking your and jungkook’s relationship but for some reason, you don’t regret choosing your son over him. especially when the empress revealed how all of this: the riches, his people, the territory, the power, the crown, he’ll always choose that over you.

you could offer him unconditional love, a normal life and he’d still choose this. you’re both walking on two separate paths and they don’t meet in the middle no matter how hard you try.

your thoughts are interrupted by iseul taking a seat next to you wanting to pitch in on your thoughts. you’re overcome by a large wave of blue and despite your insistence on standing on your decision, you regret not being there for jungkook the way he wanted you to.

“care to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?”

“i think you already know what going on in there. i feel bad but i also don’t….you know what that bitch told me? she said that jungkook would always choose his crown over me and i…i chose our child over him. i’d do it again if i were faced with that decision but i don’t understand why he’s so upset about it”

“you both are selfish. you want something that you’re not willing to revoke yet expect equal treatment. however, i doubt that is what jungkook is upset about”

“he looked at me like i made a horrible decision, iseul! i love our son so much and if something were to happen to him i’d never forgive myself”

“where’s your faith in your country? don’t you believe the guard will pull through and protect prince jinseoul?”

“i do but i don’t want to find out if they don’t either. so, what? am i supposed to just trust everyone with my son? just say ‘fuck it’ and hope for the best? these people don’t like me, iseul and you know that”

“calm down, y/n” iseul warns you but you’re beginning to see it clearly. she’s not on your team she’s on his and if she thinks you’re going to regret your choice then she’s mistaken.

“you know what? forget it. go kiss up to jungkook since i don’t do it enough” you push past iseul and head inside a bedroom in the ship but you weren’t aware that it was occupied by asami.

“oh…sorry” you apologize not questioning why she’s in one of the bedrooms to begin with.

“no, it’s okay. you can stay in here with me if you’d like” she says and instead of kicking her out and taking the room for yourself, you get on the bed and lay side by side with her.

“are…are you okay?”

“yeah”

you’ve pumped enough bottles for jungkook to feed jinseoul with, so you’re sure he’ll hog him until you all arrive back in goryeo.

“be honest” you say “do you really want to marry jungkook?”

“not really but my mom has always told me that i would wed him”

“hm…”

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing…i’m just a bad wife”

“i don’t think so. you seem very caring and you’re really pretty”

“i didn’t say bad mom i said bad wife but thank you. you’re pretty as well. did you know you and i are only a year apart?”

“you aren’t a bad wife, queen y/n trust me. my mother killed my father for power so you’re far from a bad wife”

wait..did she just say her mother killed the emperor?

“so how old is jungkook? is he 21 as well? you both are so young to be parents”

“u-uh…he’s 24”

“that’s nice. at least i’m a concubine to a man not too far apart in age. maybe we can be friends?”

“sure. i could use more friends. i don’t really have any”

“well now you have me”

“yeah…i guess i do”

~🫧

Seven days pass by too quickly and he’s glad.

He just wants to drown himself in work and his duties do he won’t have to deal with Asami. Even though as expected you three receive a fairly large welcome, back home in Goryeo, Jungkook is not too happy.

He’s so frustrated because his heart is telling him to not be angry at you, what were you supposed to do? Loose your son for whom you’re even tolerating jungkook because of? But yet his brain is telling him that you won’t ever protect him like he expects you to.

Jungkook sighs and he kisses jinseoul before he leaves to join his office, it’s better to work so he won’t think about you.

You’re visibly upset and torn too. He can tell… but he is now starting to feel so guilty for giving you the cold shoulder, how could he ever be dumb enough to think that you, who is a mother now would choose him instead of your baby for whom you struggled nine months in pain for?

He dumps his head on his wooden table. There’s so much pending work- so many papers that he needs to sign and read.

“Yn…” he cries out your name because the ache in his heart just doesn’t stop- it only worsens.

Maybe he should just suck it up and apologize to you tonight.

____

It’s nighttime and according to the servants- Asami has settled in her chamber-as expected, she’s in the wing where concubines stay rather than the golden wing which is exclusively for the Royal Family members.

Jungkook is so exhausted mentally and emotionally that he doesn’t even feel the pain in his knuckles and hips because he was in the office for so long.

You’re definitely still on his mind and he’s pretty sure you’re upset with him, so he sucks in his teeth as he enters your shared chamber.

There you are, laughing with a giggling Jinseoul in your arms. You look so pretty in your lace night gown. You probably aren’t expecting him.

“Yn… sorry. I just came in here to apologize for my awfully immature behavior with you this past week…” he scratches the back of his head and he sees just how much jinseoul makes you happy. He is glad.

“I…I guess I started to live in a delusion that you would ever love me… I thought that you’d protect me even though it was impossible for you… I’m sorry.” He says, standing infront of you because he doesn’t feel like you’ll appreciate him being next to you right now.

#ask: tc!jungkook #🫧 anon you’re so evil and creative I love you

[69dias]

fresh linen [jjk, 5/?]

a/n: i am so Fawking sorry this is so late. however. it is 3 am and i will be promptly passing out.

w/c: 3.5k

warnings: fresh linen special; daddy issues. namjoon. fl!namjoon is a warning in itself i fear. poor oc. taehyung is kinda mean ngl!

jungkook’s been, to his own surprise, introspective ever since you’ve agreed to meet with him. it's been a few days at this point, and he’s spent them mulling over the why and the whens of your relationship; more specifically, the end of it. he’s come to a number of conclusions, but thinks back to seeing you at the campus library just two days prior and decides that it's because he didn’t care about who you were.

it’s not like he’s attempting to acquit himself of the genuine reasons the two of you might’ve broken up, it’s just another one that he’s adding to the collection he’s garnered with time. while you know of the broken shards of his family still lodged in his skin from years ago, know about his father and his mother and exactly how each one of them fucked him up; you know about his childhood best friends and his first girlfriends and the first drink he ever had and the way he feels about certain baseball teams but he doesn’t know these things about you. in fact, he knows surprisingly little, and though he remembers how your skin felt under his skin, remembers your friends, your basic likes and dislikes, remembers the smell of fresh linen and strawberries… he doesn’t remember much about you.

to cut a long story short, you were with another guy. kim namjoon, whom jungkook saw with varying frequency both during and after your relationship. he was a TA at the pre-law department, was in the last year of law school, about 6 feet tall and had dimples for fucks sake. the possessiveness had struck him quicker than he’d care to admit and fuck, had it been tough to bite his tongue and walk away to the academic papers section after seeing you with him:

you’d been laughing, your quiet giggles resounding through the walls of his empty brain that only ever seemed to blank when you were around, and he’d been muttering something at an impressive speed, one so rapid that jungkook couldn’t exactly decipher his words which pissed him the fuck off, but he’d initially not noticed the man because you’d been in his vicinity. alas, you hadn’t noticed him, and jungkook wonders if that was for the better, but he also wonders how that might have played out. would you have told him namjoon was your new man? would you have ditched the TA to grab a bite with him and talked things out? it killed him to not have answers to the what-ifs, but he reckoned he’d be worse off if the former was true, if namjoon really was the new guy in the picture.

so, like any other deeply insecure ex-boyfriend who had major commitment issues, he’d done a little search of his own; ‘search’ loosely translating to asking taehyung, who happened to be tremendously invested in everyone’s personal lives:

“tae, do you happen to know about this guy namjoon?”

“yeah, why? 

why. 

taehyung probably hadn’t meant anything by it, but it still sent jungkook reeling just a bit, having to physically take a step back and assess the actual reason he was so curious. could it have been to reassess why your relationship had gone wrong? sure. but he wasn't sure where the interaction between you and namjoon fit into that puzzle, and decided that the why had more to do with this fit of unjustified jealousy that sept under his veins whenever he thought of how happy you looked with that man.

key word being ‘unjustified’. meaning he couldn’t voice it out loud, and taehyung had been staring pointedly at him by that point so he pulled a classic jeon jungkook move: denial.

“nothing. just saw him with __ the other day and it made me think, yknow?”

taehyung had laughed in his face following the lackluster explanation, and jungkook figured that if anyone could read right through him, it would be taehyung, so no further attempts to acquit himself of the jealousy he quite frankly had no rights to be feeling were made. that is, until taehyung had spoken again.

“oh man. they’ve been friends since high school, jungkook. if you’re jealous, you should know that even if she’s totally in the place to get with someone else, he’s not gonna be the one she’d choose.”

“what the fuck, i’m not jealo-“

“c’mon man, save it. not jealous? you made no attempt to learn about her old friends in the time you were together but now you wanna prod? and you’re not jealous?”

the questions thrown at jungkook’s face had given him multiple counts of whiplash, and before he could’ve even opened his mouth to try and answer, or better yet, before he could even think of his answers, taehyung had continued.

“I’ve been trying to avoid asking you, because clearly you’re not ready for it, but fuck, man. you broke up with her over text and are suddenly curious about this new guy that she’s with yet you don’t even know that they’re childhood friends? grow up, jungkook.”

tough love hadn’t ever worked on jungkook, if his father was any indication of such, but his best friend’s sudden aggression towards him threw him for a bit of a loop. the two had hardly discussed the breakup, and taehyung had done little but discourage him from drinking so much, but it seemed like the older had been keeping this in for a while, and this entire namjoon thing had been a catalyst. 

still, jungkook hadn’t been too hung up on the harshness of the exchange, partly because all he could think about was you and how pretty your laugh had sounded, and how he couldn’t get it out of his head even days later; and partly because taehyung had been correct about one thing, being his surprisingly accurate analysis of yours and jungkook’s relationship. it had stung a bit, sure, but the older’s words didn’t compare even remotely to the onslaught of self-deprecation he’d been putting himself through for the last week.

and if taehyung had been right about that, it only meant that he’d been right in saying that namjoon wasn’t your ‘new man’, or so to say. that he was nothing but a good old friend, that he’d been nothing but a shoulder for you to cry on, if that. and with the renewed knowledge that you weren’t on a date at that library, just a few days after you’d agreed to speak to jungkook in person, he realized that maybe, just maybe, you would be okay to give him a second chance.

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namjoon doesn’t have a lot in common with jungkook. 

he’s nearly completed law school, likes to tour museums in the rare inklings of free time he gets, strays away from parties whenever they don’t give him the opportunity to network, has an innate passion for bonsai trees and his hobbies stray far away to jungkook’s, enjoying cycling up to intimate spots overlooking the city’s skyline rather than driving around and getting high. he’s not reckless, he doesn’t turn to the bottle when things get tough, he went to therapy to unlearn the harm his own father had done, and he’s pretty sure jungkook and him wouldn’t get along even if they were paid to do it.

there is, however, a common denominator with the two men.

because namjoon is in love with you, too. and he remembers, just like jungkook does, the day he’d fallen in love.

it had been a spring day 4 years ago when you’d just started college. you were wearing a white skirt that barely covered you well enough to brave the lasting effects of winter, and the breeze has blown your hair into your face and you’d looked so uncertain until you caught his eye from across the grounds. it’d been like the sepia of namjoon’s world had brightened with your smile, and everything around you in that moment had turned monochromatic because the color of your eyes had put all else to shame and had left namjoon dizzy in disbelief, and a little confusion as to why his heart had suddenly picked up speed upon seeing you smile, 

and though namjoon tries his level best to convince himself that he’s nothing like jungkook, both of their responses to realizing they were horrifically in love with you had been nearly uncanny, in that they were deathly afraid to let you get wind of it. both for different reasons, sure; namjoon, so he wouldn’t lose the closest friend he knew, and jungkook, so he wouldn’t show you the slightest of vulnerability, but the bottom line was that the two men loved in silence.

and while jungkook loved cruelly, namjoon loved like an onlooker — an injured man who used to play football watching the premier league, a retired pianist whose fingers lost their lithe, a dancer who stopped dancing — an onlooker, one who’d planted a seed that couldn’t bloom amidst a dream that wouldn’t come true, an onlooker who saw you run into the cruel lover’s arms and swore that the death of the opportunity to love you in full bloom would be more painful than his actual death. 

namjoon didn't say a word, no.

but with every relationship that works, even yours and jungkook’s that lasted for six measly months, there’s someone in the back tearing their heart out for it to work.

and what jungkook didn’t know, was that namjoon always picked up his pieces. when he left you stranded, namjoon would be the one picking you up. he’d been the one who surprised you at midnight on your birthday so jungkook’s presence, or lack thereof, wouldn’t be too hollow of a hole. he’d been the one who’d tell you that jungkook ‘seemed like he was falling in love’ so you wouldn’t beat yourself up too hard for getting there first.

if you were achilles and jungkook had the arrow ready to hit you, he’d been the hand that covered your ankle so you would be unscathed even if his own skin tethered and tore and ached so badly he didn't think enough time would heal it.

but namjoon still, foolishly didn't say a word.

perhaps he might have saved you from heartbreak if he’d told you how jungkook treated you was horrible. perhaps he shouldn’t have been the one putting the rose-colored glasses over your eyes as an excuse to feel your skin on his, as an excuse to be the one you’d come running to. and perhaps that makes him worse than jungkook, who hurt you because he didn't know he welded that arrow in his hands. perhaps that makes him worse than jungkook because he saw that arrow jungkook welded and let him strike over and over and did nothing to get you out of here because he got to have the satisfaction of holding onto your ankle and saving you. and perhaps that makes him worse than jungkook because he knows what he’s doing and continues to do it shamelessly. 

so he didn’t say anything. 

he convinced himself that it was because it wouldn’t be the right time, not to mention how he’d be an absolute asshole for asking someone out the second they’d been dumped; over text, at that. but namjoon is self-aware, and it’s not like the thought hadn’t been lingering in the back of his mind — he spent the past 4 years lying to get himself out of relationships and spending mornings quietly sneaking out of his one-night-stand’s rooms after burying his head into their shoulders to stop from moaning out your name. he’d spent the six months of your relationship with jungkook bracing himself for what could possibly come out of it; for the possibility of you two actually becoming a worthwhile couple, the possibility of marriage and moving in together and crushing the shards of his heart into smaller pieces that left him hopeless in ever repairing them.

namjoon had, however, learned from the season 8 Thanksgivings episode of Friends that the average optimum time to ask someone out after their break-up was 4 months, and he’d learned from law school that you could only interrogate the bereaved for the murder of their family member after 4 months; citing it the ‘golden period of time’, soon enough to have the loss settle within the tresses of their heart, and soon enough that the vulnerability would slowly be ebbing away so as to not consume you, but not so close as to be insensitive.

and god, was namjoon good at waiting it out. he’d spent 4 years, waiting, and again, he’d spent the last 4 months after the two of you had broken up trying his best not to be too happy because you had been crushed. trying to console you without segueing into how he could treat you better, without asking you to come to him. he’d spent the last 4 months with agonizing nights when you’d fall asleep in his arms and he had to repeat the mantra of she doesn’t love you like she loves him, she’s just in pain, she doesn’t love you, she doesn’t love you; she doesn’t love you like you love her. 

but in the trenches of his stomach, he knew he wasn't doing all of this because he wanted you to be okay; love is said to be blind but namjoon has always been smart, and even if it hurts his morals to admit it, he knows that he’s only let himself play the role of being your comforter, being your savior, is because there would be no other way to get you to be his. 

and almost sinisterly, like a prisoner awaiting his release, he’d been counting down to four months, counting down to the day he could pull his hand away from your ankle and run away with you, not fully knowing what he’d answer to you if you asked why he let jungkook weld that arrow so many times. 

////

namjoon had told you he loved you after jungkook saw you at that library.

namjoon had told you he loved you only 2 days after you told jungkook you’d be open to talking to him in person.

in fact, that would mean that namjoon had told you he loved you 2 days after jungkook told you he loved you, and even if you weren’t so sure that the latter had meant it, you wouldn’t have said yes to namjoon, and it’s not for a lack of wanting to —

he’d told you in a gorgeous way, if you had to compare it to jungkook’s drunken stupor; had you laughing at him as he showed you books at the library that he’d bought under the ruse of them being ‘learning materials’, had you a bit drunk figuratively on the words he’d left in the margins, and then literally on the champagne he’d poured into plastic cups before he’d eventually broken the news to you at sunset:

“if there’s someone I never want to lose, it’s you. and I lose everything, which is something you know about me. and speaking of, there’s a lot of things that you know about me, and that I know about you. I know that this may come as a surprise, but it's been a long time coming and I’ve loved you ever since your freshman year and I don’t think I can exactly stop loving you now. and you don’t have to start either; if we’re reading the same book, and I just happen to be a couple of chapters ahead, i'm okay with waiting. I’ll always wait. I’ve waited four years.”

but regardless of the beauty in his words and in the way the last of the sun marked his own golden skin, it felt impossible for you to speak. again, not because you didn't want to, but because all the things he said settled within the cracks of your heart that finally seemed to be on its way to healing and you realized that the man you’d been turning to to heal it had been the one letting you run back to the person who would break it just so you’d be caught in a loop where he’d be the good guy. 

and fuck you for not realizing it sooner because it made so much sense but all you ever wanted was someone to cry to. someone to cry to because you loved someone who didn’t seem to love, someone to cry to because he kept hurting you — and to know that namjoon, the smartest man you’ve ever known, the only person you’d ask what do I do in pure anguish that wrecked you down to your very fingertips and left you a shell of the woman you used to be, had told you to go back to the man who did that to you, just so you’d come back to him in that same anguish again.

and even if jungkook wasn't aware of how he was acting, even if jungkook wasn’t really aware that he loved you, you knew that he was sorry. and that he was willing to try again and you could bet your life on him changing because jungkook may have acted cruelly, that he wasn't a cruel man. but namjoon was truly the smartest man you knew, and you refused to believe that he wasn't aware of what he was doing. every time he told you, ‘it seems like he’s falling in love with you too’, ‘he probably just forgot, he’s not a bad guy’, ‘he’ll come around eventually’ — every fucking time, he knew that he was lying straight through his teeth. and you refused to believe that he didn’t feel at least a bit satisfied at getting to play the hero he so desperately wanted you to see him as. 

and it’s a pity that you realized that the worst people are those who get blinded by love in such a beautiful moment. it’s a pity that he didn’t save you from yourself when you were barreling down the path towards being so hopelessly in love with jungkook. it’s a pity that he kept pushing you towards jungkook, in fact, so many times that he ended up falling for you, too. 

but what really fucking hurts you, is that jungkook didn’t know about the damage he caused until he finally lost you, but namjoon knew, and kept throwing timbre to the fire as if he’d get you to run from the heat into his arms. 

which is why you don’t say a goddamn thing and look into his eyes and wonder why they’re so beautiful and why you throw your own self to the wolves so consistently and why, why, why. you wonder why it hurts this bad when you didn’t ever love him, you wonder why it hurts this bad when he’s just told you he loves you and you should just shut up and take it and tell him that you love him too even if you don’t. you wonder, and you wonder, and as the sun sets and he doesn't say a word, you finally get an answer: namjoon never loved you. he loved being needed, loved being wanted and being the person you’d run to like a damsel in distress and even if he crosses hell and back to convince himself that his feelings were real, he’d only truly loved you momentarily. time heals pain and time erases love, especially when you hold it in your heart silently and it’s a wonder that he convinced himself that you were the one for him when he can’t even convince himself to ask you why you’re so silent.

that’s not to say that it was all fake, no. you don’t doubt that freshman you had stolen his heart, but even then, it’d been in a moment where he’d saved you — a moment wherein you’d recognized him in a crowd full of strangers and he was your hero because his presence ensured your safety. and no, you don’t doubt he’d been lying to himself for 4 years and holding out for no reason at all but if he really loved you like he said he did, he wouldn’t have waited until he could ensure a yes from you — he wouldn’t have waited until he made sure you knew he would always, always be the one to save you. 

and fuck, do you miss jungkook right now.

////

[sneak peek]

jungkook feels like a puzzle abandoned by a young child who has finally come home to put the last piece in place.

you feel like it’s all been worth it. and there have been times where it hasn’t seemed like this yearning would come to fruition but if coming home feels like this, you’d go through it a billion. times more

#jungkook #jungkook/reader #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook #jungkook drabbles #jungkook au #jungkook smut #jungkook series #bts #jeon jungkook #fresh linen

[goatsandgangsters]

I’m doing shadow and bone ep 5 on a Monday like some kind of rebel

bc I’m always like ~~ooooh I have to make an Occasion out of things, I have to make it Special, I can’t watch new things on just any old Monday. OR, I COULD STOP NOT DOING THINGS I WANT TO DO AND DO THEM. anyway, let’s proceed, I Want More Content Goddammit

previous liveblogs

AND A SHARP HORNY INHALE WAS HEARD ROUND THE WORLD FROM THE DARKOLAI CONTINGENT AT “LITTLE PRINCE”

I’m fine. it’s fine. I’m fine. I can cope. I can deal. I’m fine.

“we have to keep our demons at bay” WELL GOOD LUCK WITH THAT. I did cackle out loud like the dramatic-irony-loving bitch I am

also how come every time Alina gets a new boyfriend, one his family members tries to kill Mal? (I sense that this is more a. a plot-required relocating of the Mal and also b. Vasily is an idiot, but personally if I was a conniving little weasel I’d have gone with the angle of “oh look my bastard brother is going to have more bastard children because his fiancee is already having an affair” instead of like, relocating the evidence. just my two cents there, Vasya)

….this was NOT the bed that Wylan and Jesper were in last night, where the hell did they wake up

“Ravka needs saving” is the funniest possible way to intrude. like, there are characters that would DEFINITELY WORK on, but poor Wesper just like “and why the fuck do we care!!”

That’s a bold statement, Tamar, when you absolutely know he IS going to start reciting epic poetry to Zoya. it’s not even a question. it’s GOING to happen

sdkjkhsdkjghsdkg Baghra like “oh you’re all pathetic, nvm maybe my son should kill you”

LIKE. IS IT THAT DOMINIK? IS HE?? ALIVE???? OR IS HE JUST SOME RANDO NAMED AFTER NIKOLAI’S DEAD CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART?? I mean, happy for you Nikolai if your boyfriend’s alive, but him dying in your arms was kind of a formative moment for you so—oh. oh no. is it that dominik but he’s not DEAD YET?? are we about to have some nikolai’s-boyfriend on nikolai’s-boyfriend violence?

“THE PUPPY PRINCE” okay so we got one sobachka from his mother, and one sobachka from his mother-in-law

oh you’ll hammer him will you ;)

look, I know it’s a tense scene, but Baghra and Nikolai SNARKING at each other was my favorite scene in Ruin & Rising, so if I don’t get some quips between these two later on, I will be sad about it

(they’re not..... letting Paddy quip enough? which is really surprising, because my concern going in was that they’d reduce nikolai to “charming funny guy” and ignore his depth. and they’re doing depth in SPADES which I’m grateful about, but they’re not actually letting him do the Showmanship Exterior enough?) (I know this episode is A Particularly Tough Day For Him, Given Events, but just sort of overall) 

I don't hate it, but why is Jesper in a kilt

oh good, I’m glad they kept it in that Tatiana KNEW what the king was doing the whole time and Simply Did Not Care. don’t absolve her. fuck her. 

Daisy and Luke are SO good :3333 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I Am Softe

Tolya Jesper Relationship Advice is so funny

Wylan you can’t just run away holding merchandise, I don’t think you paid for it

Kaz really said “it’s just hot leaf juice” didn’t he

W A F F L E S

this entire cast is extraordinarily talented, but Freddy really is The Absolute Stand Out this season, he’s just incredible

APT!!! PUPIL!!!!!!

oh I see what Jessie meant when they said they borrowed some of Ben’s mannerisms, YOU DO LOVE TO SEE IT

“I’ve feared everything there is to fear,” yes we know, we’re all watching you get hit with the broken dam of 800 years of totally unprocessed trauma and Making It Everyone’s Problem

/KICKING MY FEET AND GO TEEHEEHEE aahhuuhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck we got an apt pupil scene we got an alina making that man’s sub hindbrain kick on the second alina showed him some attention we got a “problem with wanting” we got a version(™) of my faaaave sceeeeeeene

……I love that Mal just like. had this ENTIRE sidequest adventure of being kidnapped and court martialed and escaping, and we never saw a single second of it. it’s. like. a little funny. it wasn’t even plot relevant the way I thought it was going to be. like, all that just happened, off screen 

“You’re barreling through this” you SURE are, season 2. Mal like “I can barely keep up [with what book we’re in] *looks directly into the camera*”

“You just keep eating your walnuts” AND TOLYA LAUGHS awwwwwww he’s fond of Zoyaaaaa

I’m on Zoya’s side in the Nina argument, I’m just ambivalent towards Matthias, I’m sorry

………though Matthias Pekka Hellgate Drama might make things more interesting

Excuse me, I don’t think HE left the wound on the country. Just Fucking Saying. Maybe otkazat’sya should stop committing genocide, idk, how about that. how about that otkazat’sya fix their shit first. like, I’m sorry, your king’s a rapist, you have serfs, everyone lives in squalor while wealth and excess is concentrated in the extreme on just a few, you’ve got a two-front war going with countries that want to see an entire portion of your population eradicated and enslaved via magic drugs and medical experimentation. but sure! it’s the shadow wall that’s the wound in need of healing. okay. sure. I mean I don’t think trying to keep all your friends and your mom from getting murdered when your back is against the wall is like, a wound on your country, I think your country putting your pack to the wall in the first place is the wound, but anyway— 

whatever, I’ll just be over here hoping there’s some Grisha Theorist out there writing a piece called My Words to the Black Heretic Above the Fold: Performing Grisha Rage

iiiif you’re trying to make a metaphor for interpersonal abuse don’t use genocide as a backstory clap your hands. if you’re trying to make a metaphor for interpersonal abuse don’t use genocide as a backstory clap your hands! if you’re trying to make a metaphor, and you want it just about interpersonal shit, if you want to make a metaphor, don’t use sociopolitics-you-aren’t-equipped-to-handle clap your hands (okay, my syllables don’t line up, but you get my melody)

Jack is REALLY good and I’m glad they’re letting Jesper have depth this season and not just reducing him to the comedic sidekick

this is the first episode where I’ve been like eeeeeeeeh. so. season 1 had a rough front half, great back half? don’t tell me season 2 has a great front half, rough back half?

#episode 5 verdict: hello darkness my old friend (ie my same grishaverse rant that I’ve been ranting for two years) #alas #grishaverse #shadow and bone #sab liveblog

[feyravenchatter]

So, I accidentally may have (very, very) roughly plotted another fic. It was not my fault, I swear. I fully blame Jason Mraz for this one, as it was I'm Yours that set it off to begin with.

This really is super rough, don't say I didn't warn you

·::·★·::·

Coffee shop/bar (yes it’s both) - lgbt flavored w/open mic

Bartender/barista/writer Keith (also wears glasses occasionally, which Lance thinks are f’ing adorable)

Musician Lance

Writer Keith

Comes in bc his family doesn't like the idea of him being a professional musician or bi, and it’s a space he knows they won’t know about

Mutual pining for a bit bc they're dumbasses

Lance is def wearing a denim jacket w/a bi pin

Shiro def gives Keith shit about Lance

Has to come to the conclusion himself (w/help from Veronica, who doesn’t speak to them much anymore outside her siblings after she came out in college) that his parents are toxic

Couple of hookups & makeout sessions leave Keith thoroughly confused

He eventually ends their unspoken arrangement bc of all the mixed signals

Lance talks things out w/Veronica (^^^^^), who convinces him to go low-contact with their parents at least for a little while and go after Keith

Which he does, catching him as the bar's closing for the night and Confessing in the parking lot

Mami overheard part of the convo btwn her children & confronts Lance when he gets home

Tells him that she's thought about it and that she just wants him to be safe and happy and that if it's ...not with a woman... then she's ok with that

She also understands if he still doesn't want much to do with his father since he's a bit more old school catholic

Lance says he'll think about it, but that he probably won't talk to his father much if he can avoid it

She asks him if he's seeing anyone and he tells her about Keith

She's still a little unsure, but he's happy, so she lets it go

Lance still goes to open mic nights & they take their newly solidified relationship slowly

Until they're confronted by lances father one night when Keith drops him off

Lance pulls back, afraid that Keith won't want to be with him bc of that

Keith's the one to reach out first reassuring Lance that he's not breaking up with him bc of his parents

Mami finds out about the confrontation and a fight starts

This is at the same time as Luis shows up with Lisa and the kids

He sends them off and goes inside with Lance, backs up his mother and baby brother and tells his father to pull his head out of his ass and grow up

Mami tells him not to speak to his father that way, but Luis says that he's earned this and that she knows he's right

He gets Lance out of the house with the excuse of getting Lisa & the kids

In the car, he tells Lance to come stay with them for a while to get away from their father and the tension he knows will be between their parents

It takes a little but Lance finally gives in

About 3 weeks later, during which time Luis has gotten to know Keith a bit (he's also been formally introduced to the rest of his siblings who have decided they're adopting him) Lance is back for another event at the coffeeshop during the day

He's been a bit hesitant (slowing their relationship down even more after the blowup with his parents but decides that he doesn't want to wait anymore and tells Keith in the way he knows best - through music - and forgoes playing one of his own songs in favor of Jason Mraz

Keith gets it immediately and by the end of the song, so does everyone else

Klance are so focused on each other neither of them noticed Lance's father standing by the door, or when he stepped out just before the song finished

Shiro kicks Keith out from behind the bar, sending him out to the café floor.  He ends up just standing in the middle, between tables watching.  Or he would be if Lance could keep his eyes off him

Lance doesn’t even bother putting his guitar down, just swings it around to his back to rush the few yards between himself and Keith, where he says that he can’t keep waiting and fuck whatever his father has to say about it.  The next person in line for the event takes over the stage area, a bohemian punk (90s-style sundress w/combat boots, leather jacket) lesbian with a ukulele, and quietly hands Lance’s guitar case to Shiro over the bar before starting her own performance

Keith makes the suggestion that they get out of there, and Shiro calls out that he has the case and reminds Keith that all his shit is still in the break room.  Finally on their way out, Lance asks if Keith drove in, and he says that Shiro did, which Lance then says means that he gets to keep Keith for as long as he wants for the rest of the day

Lance’s father had been waiting outside, hoping he wouldn’t be staying at the coffee shop for too long.  Keith takes Lance’s hand, grounding him, but he still asks why his father’s there.  He says that he and mami had several very long conversations, and he eventually realized that he couldn’t hold with that part of his faith anymore.  Mami made him realize that he was getting to the point of losing one of his children permanently, and that if it went on long enough, he was going to alienate all of his children.  Family is more important than his faith, and while he’s not giving it up, he’s not giving up his children either, and apologizes for how he’s been, and hopes that Lance can forgive him for it eventually.  Lance says that he has to think about it, but that he and Keith have plans and he needs some time

When asked after getting to Lance’s car, he says that his plan for the rest of the day was that he didn’t have a plan and just wanted time with Keith, doing anything and everything.  Keith says that maybe they should just leave the car there in the shop’s parking lot.  He knows that Lance doesn’t know the area as well as he does, and takes his bf on something of a walking tour of the city’s queer quarter.  They end up at the end of the day in the park right between the shop and the ocean.  The only other thing that’s still bothering Lance is his parents lack of support for him wanting to chase his dream of being a professional musician.  Keith says that while having his parents support would be great to have, he does have the support of his siblings, friends, and especially his boyfriend.  Lance knows he’s right, and decides fuck it, he’ll never know if he doesn’t try it, and just hopes that his parents will come around eventually.

A few days later, and Lance is at Keith’s city apartment, his exposed brick bohemian writer’s loft a good backdrop for his first video, which then gets posted to various social media.

A few years later, and Keith is there in the front row for Lance’s first major tour, starting in their hometown.  He’s already published his first novel and already working on another.  Lance may not be selling out in every stop on the tour, but it’s far better than projected, and he’s not forgetting his coffee shop roots, playing a second, shorter show in a queer-friendly spot in every city the next day.  Keith is going on tour with him, writing while on the road.

But the last night spent in their apartment (Lance moved in with Keith 6 months after the apology from his father – they’ve made up, with both him and Veronica, and his are parents fully on-board with his music career) is the important one.  They’re leaving after the set at their shop the next day, and this will be the last night in their own bed for a while.  Lance is wiped out from the show, but Keith won’t let him go to sleep just yet.  Both in their pajamas, the only light the moonlight and the strings of warm fairy lights, Keith pulls small a leather box from the back of his nightstand and proposes to his emotional boyfriend.  Lance tackles Keith to the bed, and Keith laughs, asking if he can take that as a yes?  Of course it is, you bastard.

#multiverse theory #my writing #coffeeshop musician au #keith kogane #lance mcclain #keith x lance #klance #musician lance #writer keith #barista keith #bartender keith #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender

[hellhousellc]

gonna try to explain all my feelings after watching ep 5 of the second season of tsitp stay w me...

so okay first of all i am a jeremiah girlie from day one but i have to say that man can NOT narrate in a compelling way to save his life... and all the close ups of him staring at people silently with the voice over in the background... giving demonic miley

but ANYWAYS onto the actual like... drama?

FIRST OF ALL am i the only one who remembers conrad telling belly that jeremiah seemed to "be okay" and that he "moved on" and "was dating people" ???????????? WHERE LMAO he clearly was pissed off and if you maybe would have cared enough to visit more than once and actually have a conversation with him instead of just asking if it was okay to date the girl he loved and then fleeing out of there you would have noticed?

like actually that's the part i hate the most about the show. these two teenagers were in the process of losing their mom and decided that it would be a good idea to just fuck it all up between each other and with their closest friends for shits and giggles?? and no adult had anything to say about it? they even supported it? and everyone around them was silently letting them ruin their relationship for a teenage romance??? kay????? jeremiah literally threw a fucking firework like super close to conrad and belly's heads PLEASE IS THERE ANY ADULT IN THE ROOM RN????

because like, i get crushing on the same girl. i get it you're teenagers hormones or whatever. but what person would actually like care so little about their siblings to SEE how heartbroken they are and still persue a relationship with their love interest? and not only that but also lie about how said sibling feels so the relationship can happen (since the love interest didn't want to hurt them so they were keeping their distance) and then be all lovey with said love interest in front of their sibling and act all shocked when the sibling tries and set boundaries???? you're in college bitch time to grow up!!!! you're dating a 16 yo that your brother is in love with you weirdogo listen to olivia rodrigo she says it all

but anyways that being said let me tell you that i was trying to actually like remember how much screentime conrad and belly had as an actual like pairing. not belly pining after him and him acting all moody and disgusting (= the entire first season) but actual content about the two of them forming a bond and strenghtening it. there's none of that. first few episodes we see belly with cam cameron and jeremiah and like maybe 2 minutes of interactions with conrad, and the last few ones he finally decides that she actually exists but still fucks up every single time.

and then in the second season we get their whole like weird romance during the year where he (18 yo college man) goes to her (16 yo) house and takes her away (without her mother's permission) to the beach where they proceed to have sex :) so fun! (at this point i'm BEGGING for some adult supervision) and he treats her like shit the rest of the time and acts like being with her is a burden and i KNOW his mom was dying but then just break up??? she's not your punching bag??? and then she acts SO OUT OF PLACE at the funeral they are so toxic it's infuriating!!!!!!!!!

meanwhile we see jeremiah being there for her again and again and giving her the teenage romance she (16 yo!!!!!!!!!!!) deserves and being happy and making her happy and all she does is hurt him like did you REALLY need to break up with him the same night he FOUND OUT HIS MOM HAD CANCER AND WAS DYING? and not only that but tell him you CHEATED ON HIM WITH HIS BROTHER????? (who was also unaware of their relationship)

but then after all of this jeremiah still tries to move on and steps up for his family because his older brother was too busy stuck in his own head and fucking a minor to actually care about his dying mother and his teenage brother and would only appear when he wanted to i guess hurt his brother even more by shoving his relationship with belly on his face????

and jeremiah still goes and looks for him when he decides that the best thing he can do after showing clear signs of depression is disappearing months after their mom died without giving his brother a clue or at least letting him know he's safe

so now jeremiah has to face not only his shitty brother but also the girl who broke his heart and she has the neeeeeeeeeeerve to try and start things with him ONCE AGAIN????? AND ACT SHOCKED WHEN HE TURNS HER DOWN?????????????????????

i'm having such a hard time y'all!!!!!!!!!!!!!

don't even get me started on steven "i'm in love with my girlfriend and treat the girl who likes me like shit but wait my girfriend broke up with me :( and the girl who likes me moved on and has a new boyfriend now :( i need to get her back on track IMMEDIATELY and make her obsess over me AGAIN or my dick will fall off :(" whatever his last name is

ALSO and last one stop hating the boys' cousin just because of their gender you WEIRDOS and their mom is actually right??? she has no need for the house it's only a waste of her money and if conrad and jeremiah's father is a shitty man who cheats on his dying wife and won't give them the only thing that would make them happy (and it's their money so fuck you they can do whatever with it) (and i'm sorry but am i the only one who's catching on the fact that she's clearly communicating with their dad and is not making any choices alone?? like she obviously tried and failed to sell the house to him because he's an ASSHOLE and made it abundantly clear meanwhile she's doing what she can with what she has) then maybe take it out on him and not on a woman who is doing nothing but what's best for her and her family by selling a house that holds a lot of trauma for her okay??? okay

#the summer i turned pretty #rant #am i team anyone anymore?? #i'm team aunt julia #i'm so tired of this i just want some good ol' healthy relationships #all of this to say that maybe they should invest their time on therapy instead of dating each other

[violetren]

k, so, I saw ~this post~ by @flux-goodra which I am absolutely inclined to agree with. It'd be a very satisfying refrain to have Weiss be the one to break through to Ruby and remind her she isn't alone and can rely on her teammates, especially since we just got season 1 vibes and major plot points (including the overall you aren't alone, you don't have to do things yourself vibe) refreshed.

However, I have goblin brain.

So while I'm not gonna argue the end result of Ruby realises she needs to open up to others what if it's angsty.

What if what makes her realise it isn't from some positive reminder of her hopes and dreams of the sort of huntress she wanted to be, and the gentle open arms of her friends?

What if it comes from a place of self sacrifice and compulsive need to try and save the people around her?

And it all comes from Weiss just breaking down.

Weiss has been trying so fucking hard to keep everyone together and functional and wherever possible even happy. Former Remnant World Champion for loneliest girl in the world multiple times over Weiss Schnee has been powering through unlearning something like a decade and a half of conditioning that she is better than, above, and separate from everyone and should either dominate or ignore everyone she comes across, and some fucking how, she's been the one trying to get everyone to communicate and talk and stay to-fucking-gether, because she knows how much worse it is alone.

And she knows how sometimes being together just makes it all worse. Just look at her parents.

So as Ruby starts pushing them all away harder and harder and refusing to lean on them, Weiss tries and tries, but she isn't getting anywhere and some how Ruby's sister who fucking raised her and who Weiss thought shared an unbreakable bond with her isn't getting through, and miss raised-by-two-long-parents-with-strong-STRONG-ties-to-her-community struggles with maintaining relationships when they get hard, and Ruby is just getting further and further and.

Weiss can't do it anymore. Weiss lets go. Weiss fucks off to smoke a blunt through a fancy overlong cigarette holder with the Blue Caterpillar and when the team go to collect her she's just blank. She will not be her parents. She will not be her mother. She will not keep reaching for cold shoulders that don't reach back, no matter how different the circumstances and reasoning the owners of those cold shoulders may have.

And at first they are angry and try to force her along, but even trudging along beside them in the jungle she's just blank.

They drop her back because "FUCK YOU WEISS" and she's still just blank.

"We can do it," they think, "we'll find the route to the tree, and figure out how it can get us home, and then we'll double back and get Weiss. Once we're home we'll get her help, and everything will be ok. We'll get better."

It only takes about 3 days (weeks? minutes? months? who knows in this fucked up world?) for them to realise just how fucking broken they are.

Yang storms off to blow off steam because Ruby is unfamiliar and hard, and Blake has that look of haunted guilt in her eyes again like Yang needed saving and Blake couldn't do it, and it might not be bad if they talk but they still aren't talking about Them because they're TRAPPED and there is a WAR so Yang can't ask.

No one goes after her to calm her down and Yang get's lost.

"It's fine, this place is weird she'll get looped back around in a few minutes. We'll let her storm off a few times then get moving again."

"Moving where?"

"The tree."

"It's been days, lets ask someo-"

"No one has helped, I'm not sure anyone can help us, we just need to get to the tree. We can't waste our time looking for help that isn't coming."

They wait in silence. How long is impossible to tell even if Ruby has been counting to the length of her own previous loops and has done so two, three, four dozen times.

"We can't keep waiting."

"What?"

"She knows to head to the tree."

"Ruby!"

Ruby is already walking away. Blake promised never to leave Yang again.

Ruby keeps walking. Blake starts searching.

"It's fine," they both think.

"This place won't let Ruby get far."

"Blake will circle back once she has Yang."

Meanwhile Yang is about ready to break a flamingo over someones head, and Weiss is still just blank.

Blake finds a tea party where she hoped to find Yang.

Ruby finds nothing and is found by no one.

One by one, they get circled back to Weiss. Yang, then Blake. Neither stay, neither have a good answer when the first and only word they've heard from Weiss in days (years? seconds? hours?) is "Why?"

They go back to searching for each other both wanting to apologise, maybe even ready to talk.

Ruby comes back to Weiss and contemplates taking a hit off the blunt herself. She can't. She can't out down than weight she's picked up. She's been carrying it too long.

They are all wise beyond their years in their own ways, and in none is it more pronounced than Ruby Rose.

When she goes through the motions of asking if she can sit with Weiss, and the only response is "Why?" the gears start to turn. She doesn't know how long she stares at Weiss's impassive face through that pale blue smoke, but she knows when it clicks. Or at least when part of it does.

When the weight of yet another realisation, another self perceived failure almost causes her spine to buckle.

"We need you Weiss."

"Why?"

"Because I can't keep us together."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not strong enough."

"Why?"

"Because I'm just one person."

"Everybody is just one person. I am just one person."

"But you're better!"

"Why?"

Ruby isn't ready to face that one. Can't or won't whose to say? She goes to look for Blake and Yang. For a little while they're in their very own version of a caucus race. Nobody wins.

"Help me find Blake and Yang," Ruby asks when she is one again sat on a mushroom across from Weiss.

"Why?"

"Because you're better at reaching out."

"Why?"

"Because without meaning to, we've forced you to get plenty of practice."

"Why?"

"Because all of us have been too wrapped up in trying to fix everything ourselves and not wanting the people we love to have to deal with that too and we stopped reaching out!"

"All of us?"

"I don't know! I guess. It's my reason."

"It's a bad reason. I told you better than this when we were still in Beacon, Dolt."

"Then let me practice. I need help finding Blake and Yang, will you help me, partner?"

They find Blake and Yang still not talking, trading whispers of implied feelings with a field of over-sized flowers.

#hmmm #so this got out of control VERY quickly #rwby speculation #rwby volume 9 #rwby #accidental fic writing #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long

[rosewinelonging]

oops i accidentally just horny-scrolled thru yr whole fucking blog lol. consider: trans girl roxy who passes so well that nobody in the friend group realizes it, until rose confronts her in private and tells her shes going to spill roxys secret unless roxy fucks her like her mom used to. and they have secret sloppy disgusting sex behind everyones back! at least until rose ends up pregnant >:3c

LMAO yea i woke up checked my notifs an imagine how surprised i was to find it was in the 70s. but i dont mind spam liking honestly jus tells me im doin smth right <3

so first off, rose obviously knew because how could she ever forget her mothers cock? it was her mothers go to way of calming her down, getting to her fall asleep, etc etc. she never felt better than when she was seated in her lap, cock buried to the hilt, sucking on her breast as she held her daughter. an intense orgasm was always enough to grant her peaceful sleep

and of course she would fill her up! she could never go a day w/o cum dripping out of her small cunt. until she got older, got her period and the possibility of pregnancy was not something her mother wanted to deal with right then. so she stopped cumming inside, much to rosies disappointment.

then the game happened. obviously devastated with her mothers death until she met roxy. she knew from the moment the girl hugged her that she was exactly what rose needed. after asking around for a bit figuring out her, lower features, werent known amongst their peers she decided this was what shed use.

so one day she invited roxy to her house, the usual sister meetup minus everyone else that would usually join. she wouldnt tip-toe around what she wanted. rose tells her that unless shed tell everyone about her little secret. not that it truly matters, everyone was supportive and would love her no matter what, but a little lying and gaslighting never hurt anyone. roxy would have no choice but to agree

at first rose would try to get her to act like her mother did, with comforting touches and nothing but unconditional love. but roxy was not her mother, not even when she called her so, treated her like her beta counterpart. roxy was not interested in acting like that, she could force it but rose wouldnt be satisfied with that. so she started switching up tactics, she started getting aggressive. starting of small, hair pulling, nails digging harder than normal, insults that were made to target and to hurt.

this was what made roxy respond. she wasnt happy with her sister, not hating her she could never go that far, but she didnt like being forced into this corner. so she didnt hesitate in returning the aggression. started slamming her against walls, tables, floor. kissing involved more teeth than anything else. and for every insult she would just fuck her harder, deeper till she had no breath to say anything

and every single time they met up rose made sure roxy finished inside, addicted to the feeling of her cunt being absolutely stuffed. the one thing her mother never gave to her and for good reason. because it doesnt take long for her to notice her stomach begin to swell

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soooooo TBH at first i was like meh whatever. but then i started writing an then thinking an um yea yea this is a good thing to consider like bc outside of the porn their relationship is just so interesting, as well as how rose responds

from a young age shes fucked by her mother and she enjoys it because it feels good, its comforting and normal. then one key element <- getting cummed in. which sounds kind of stupid when you say it like that but bare with me. that gets taken away which obviously upsets her since she didnt do anything wrong.

this would also be around the time they start drifting apart and becoming more passive agressive with eachother. then mom dies and rose is faceed with the realization she will never have her mother again, she can never have what she want, wanted for so long, ever again.

until shes faced with the existence of roxy. so heres rose greiving because she lost something so important to her at such a young age and not knowing how to cope grabbing on to the idea that maybe her mother isnt completely gone. so she pushes away all her sad feelings until they meet up

rose has decided years before they met that roxy would her mother, not as a replacement but that she IS her mother and they will fall into that role because they are the same people. until that doesnt happen. so she refuses to accept that because accepting that will be accepting her mothers death and she cant handle grieving.

so she makes roxy be her mother, holding her secret over her head. and then it doesnt work out. and rose realizes that this isnt her mother, shes a completely different person with different life experiences and thoughts. and she gets angry.

roxy responds in turn. because shes also angry! she doesnt like being threatened. but rose refuses to talk with her so shes left with nothing but anger.

it would be this festering pot of resentment and miscommunication though they wouldnt actually hate eachother. so things get risky, things get violent.

but then everything comes to a halt when rose gets pregnant. two reasons this would be important. one, this was the reason her mother stopped cumming inside and now that shes disobeyed that shes facing consequences. and two, rose was never the mother. not to herself nor to roxy who never met her rose so has nothing to compare the two.

rose would spiral and not helped by her sudden, unwanted motherhood as well as finally processing her mothers death and dealing with the grief of that. she would tell everything to roxy who will of course help her out. they have a nice heart-to-heart and while the pregnancy would not be smooth they would get through it together <3

ok did not mean to write that much in the afterthoughts section so im gonna stop there. sorry for adding plot to ur porn... i also have thoughts about their kid together and her growing up so ummm if u wanna hear that tell me.

#<33 #anon #rose #roxy #lalondecest #au tag #putting it there since this has kind of become its own thing LOL #daisy lalonde

[everydayshalloween]

eleanor of aquitaine, both husbands, kids from both marriages, and any grandchildren you prefer <3

Aight that is indeed a lot of people...LET'S DO IT :D They'll be pretty short bc that's a lot of people

Eleanor of Aquitaine:

-One hell of a sarcastic woman, everything she says usually bleeds sarcasm (her daughter Matilda is equally just as sarcastic)

-Somehow has the patience to put up with her kids' dumbassery

-T A L L W O M A N (very tall I don't make the rules)

-Says she loves her kids equally, but prefers her daughters (and Richard) more

-Remember how I said Empress Matilda is intimidating? Meet her equally intimidating daughter in-law

Henry II:

-Poor guy misses half of his wife's sarcasm and then immediately turns to stare at her like "wait a god damn minute"

-"I don't know where my sons got the idea of teenage rebellion from-" Has family members who are the living definition of teenage rebellion

-While his wife is tall af, he's actually pretty average. So their children range from tall to short.

-"I had a bad day and will now proceed to make it everyone's problem :)"

Louis VII:

-Well y'know, one day you're married and have 2 beautiful daughters and the next day you're a single dad

-Tries his best to be a dad, but let's be real dad wasn't part of the job description

-Watches the absolute chaos that is his ex-wife's new family with a bowl of popcorn

-Pretty much a girl dad because that's what happens when you have 5 daughters

Marie of France (the eldest):

-On pretty good terms with her half-siblings on both sides, but holy SHIT is it tiring to be the eldest on both sides

-Pretty chill mom (four kids are easy to manage)

-Geoffrey would probably be her favorite brother. As for favorite sister? She won't say anything.

-Actually has a little bit of sass in her, she just doesn't show it.

Alix of France:

-Way to happy to be here

-Much like her older sister, she's a pretty chill mom; however, 7 kids is a lot more work than 4 kids

-Tougher than she looks with an added bonus of some of her mother's sarcasm

-Her and Eleanor, Fair Maid of Brittany would've gotten along SO well. She would've been the BEST aunt hands down.

William of England (the baby):

-Baby

-Absolute baby

-That's it send tweet

Henry the Young King:

-Best big brother...but only to his younger sisters. His brothers can go suck an egg half the time.

-I feel like he totally could be like his mother if he wanted to. Just to piss his father off.

-Him and Matilda are the number one sibling duo they do everything together

-Him and Margaret of France? Best friends to husband and wife. You can't convince me otherwise.

Matilda of England:

-Looks like her mom, acts like her mom. (Mom loves it, dad hates it. Grandma however gets a kick out of it)

-100% done with her siblings' shit

-Probably told the Holy Roman Emperor to fuck off after giving birth to her third kid.

-Absolutely 100% done with that guy's shit too btw.

Richard the Lionheart:

-His mother absolutely adores him as much as his sisters

-Him and his wife have a somewhat healthy relationship that's much better than his parents (I said what I said) however, they're more friends than a married couple

-Him and his sister Joan are the MOST CHAOTIC PAIR IN THE WHOLE FAMILY

-Stopped giving a fuck by the time he was a teenager (that was a GREAT decision)

Geoffrey II, Duke of Brittany:

-He's the sibling who has dirt on anyone and everyone who fucked with him

-Would have a mug that says "#1 Dad" let's be real. He'd also be the type of dad who shows off photos of his kids bc he's so proud.

-Probably the only brother with a marriage effective in both the management and family life departments

-"Of course I'm friends with Dad's enemy's son and Richard's maybe-boyfriend. What's the worst that could happen?" Famous last words-

Eleanor of England, Queen of Castile:

-Named after her mother, acts nothing like her

-Would probably cry if someone yells at her

-Best mom ever (her and Geoffrey would probably just talk about their kids for hours)

-"We just have a few kids, nothing too bad." Has more than "a few" kids

Joan of England:

-Looks like her dad, acts a LOT like her grandmother and mother

-Takes NO shit from anyone (probably called the king of Cyprus a bitch after her and her sister in-law shipwrecked and he captured them)

-Remember how Joan's mom is tall and her dad isn't as tall? Well...Joan's short. Very short. Which adds to the chaos levels.

-The amount of S A S S this woman radiates

King John (the youngest):

-Probably gets picked on for being the baby of the family

-"Yes I know I married a 12 year old. What about it?"

-I would say good uncle since several of his siblings had kids, but *gestures to the whole mess with Geoffrey's kids*

-Tried to be a good dad, but y'know

And now...some of the MANY grandkids...

Berengaria, Queen of Castile:

-The apple of her parents' eyes and the eldest

-Best big sister best big sister BEST BIG SIS-

-Best mom as well

-Has no idea what kind of stuff her family's on

Eleanor, Fair Maid of Brittany:

-Her parents' baby (until her sister was born)

-Would absolutely give her uncle and cousin hell for what they did if they weren't kings (and if her dad hadn't beaten her to it)

-Would've adored her half-sisters from her mother's third marriage

-Something tells me she probably would've adopted some of her dad's behaviors (because that's the Plantagenet way)

Arthur I, Duke of Brittany:

-I've made several posts about him, so...coolest big brother ever. He lets his little sisters sit with him in meetings.

-Probably acts a lot like his mother, but has a bit of the anger that runs through his dad's family

-If him and Philip II of France's daughter Marie had married...I'm predicting a possible power couple right there.

-He would've been a great king god damn it John-

Joan, Queen of Scotland:

-Hopeless romantic 100%

-Gets along with her brothers so well, it almost rivals Henry the Young King and Matilda

-Is very much like her aunt Eleanor, she will cry if someone yells at her

-Tries not to pay attention to her shitstorm of a family

Marie of Champagne, Latin Empress:

-The younger daughter and namesake of Marie of France, she is the spitting image of her mother and acts almost exactly like her.

-Absolutely adores her two daughters despite the small amount of time she had with them.

-Her husband is head over heels in love with her, but she wishes he would just...calm down a little bit.

-Got along with her siblings for the most part

#long post #this took a while #hope you like it :D

[miss-peanut-butter-cups]

The End of Ram's Foray Into Neon Genesis Evangellion

Lotta companies that made this one

so did Shinji's character development realm from the last two episodes happen?

Forgot she was in hospital

uhhh

what the fuck

wtf dude

ah, it's a cult

Oh there were more Magis

Yeah that's a pretty sure situation

Wow they're just sending in the whole army, I thought they'd have an Eva or something

Steele's been preparing for this for a while

Now that's probably the single worst Thu for Rei to find

It is very disorienting to see armed conflict and casualties in this show

What happened to "happy shinji who wants to live" from last episode

God damn N2s are strong

Yeah let's have a nice exposition talk in the giant skull corridor

Wait are the other angels from different species

Asuka mumbling t herself like that if very unsettling

It can make the cross beam!?

Ah. She's lost it.

Oh that's a lot more Eva's than j thought they:d bave

Oh hey they're that one Elden Ring enemy

Unit-02 goes hard

Ah fuck Misato's definitely dying

So was episode 25+26 an alternate ending?

She's holding up very well for being shot

Uhh gonna put that up to the blood loss

Rei?

"Hey here's an idea let's give out new Eva's giant mouths" some shmuck at steele

Ritsuko can I have an exposition speech here?

How exactly are the Eva's their mothers?

GET IN THE FUCKING ROBOT SHINJI

What how'd they get that back!?

Oh fuck she's actually lost an eye

Fuuuuuuck. That's a way to go.

The wings!!

Evangellion why are you showing me credits halfway through this? There's still 45mins to go.

Well while they roll, halfway thoughts:

This is a lot darker than I was anticipating. So much death, and there's a real sense of despair. I really feel for the mission control people stuck in their room while it gets assaulted. Asuka's battle against the S2 Eva's was so cool, great to see her go all out. Sucks they just have respawn cheats though. Also, if that's Lilith chained up beneath Nerv, then where's Adam.

Oh ok that's where Adam is.

That doesn't look healthy.

Wait. Are you doing this whole end of days mastermind gigaplan just to see your dead wife!?

Did you have to reach there Gendo

Oh it was a second spear that got Asuka?

ITS THE THU G CDKM THE JNTRK!!

Good last words, random soldier

Whoa.

Yeah! You go do .. whatever your about to do Rei

Haha, that's fucking creepy as shit

Yeah that's how JD be reacting too Shinji

How do all the organisations know what's going on here?

Wow it managed to get creepier

So he wants to destroy Nerv?

If I had a penny for everyone there's a just-too-long out of frame sex scene between Misato and Kaji. I'd have 2 more pennies than I'd want.

Are these real memories? If that's they case then Shinji and Asuka have a very unhealthy relationship

VERY UNHEALTHY

THUS JS WHY YOU FIBW THERAPY RK TBE MJND YKU LHT JN TBE GKD RKBKT

Wow this is a beautiful sequence

Wait was Seele a robot all along!

Everyone dies?

Nope don't like that put it back j your fkrehead

Man what the fuck is going on

Huh???

Why are w ein live action land

Did this show in cinemas? Are those the people that watched it?

Is... he undoing it?

Oh ok Unit 01 was just in there

JESSE WHAT THE FUCK JS GOING ON

No way did Asuka survive all that. Or did she just rebirth herself?

That's your first instinct? To strangle her? Really?

Closing Thoughts:

Nostalgic Show. Strange Show. Good Show.

#neon genesis evangelion

[besidesitstoowarm]

"The End of Time part 2" thoughts

happy valentine's my bf and i ate indian takeout watching this ep and both teared up when wilf saluted the doctor. there is so much going on here

so we open on the time lords convening and one of them says "the doctor still possesses the moment" a detail i did not recall. i can't wait to get to "day of the doctor" and track the throughlines. there's a seer predicting "gallifrey falls" again i say. apparently many people in the time war just die over and over on repeat, which is rough. rassilon describes the doctor/master relationship as "enmity of ages" their impact.

the master taunts the doctor about wilf saying "your dad's still kicking up a fuss" and wilf says "well i'd be proud if i was" it hurts me. the doctor calls donna his best friend and then says "you could be so wonderful....you could be beautiful" to the master hello? girl? the master says "i don't know what i'd be without that noise" and the doctor says "wonder what i'd be without you" HELLO??? GIRL??? the doctor tells the master he's dying and the master snaps back "this body was born of death, all it can do is die" we love inevitability!

so we get THEE laugh, the one repeated on echo from the last part, and it's the moment where the master realizes the time lords planted the drumbeat in his head. that's the moment that plays in everyone's head, the realization

ten and wilf are stranded in space. ten says he's 906, meaning only like 3 years have passed as ten?? the fucking second doctor was 450, two doctors (and two had more life to live after that convo) had 450 years and ten had THREE?? damn this bitch was busy. he and wilf trade war stories. wilf says they must all seem so tiny to him and he says "i think you look like giants" then he gets all melancholy again. "sometimes i think a time lord lives too long" yeah dude i remember lazarus too. he refuses wilf's gun until he realizes the time lords are coming back and then he SNATCHES it up

star wars ass scene shooting missiles out of the sky. wilf says basically it's okay if they're about to die but please tell him. ten does not say anything and they crash to earth instead. rassilon and the other time lords come back and everyone says exposition out loud. one of the dissenters was the woman who appeared to wilf in visions last ep, she clearly recognizes the doctor and the doctor clearly recognizes her. wilf even asks at the end who she was and the doctor doesn't answer. prevailing wisdom 10 years ago was that this was the doctor's mother but i don't think i believe that. if she is anyone we've met before, it's 1000% susan. before the war he was a father and grandfather and now he is NEITHER!! but he is STILL A DOCTOR!! it's rich to me. i want to ask russell if this was supposed to be anyone in particular i'd give anything. "vale decem" plays a little when they lock eyes

anyway the master shoots rassilon w force lightning for making him this way and they all get exploded i think? they all disappear anyway, time lock restored, just the doctor lying in a broken heap on the floor. wilf is locked in the radiation room and the doctor screams and cries and throws up knowing he has to save wilf (or feels like he does). "my reward" and all that. this doesn't really feel like rose to me, i'm not sure where this attitude comes from. closest analogue i can make is eleven snapping in "a town called mercy" where he even references the master as one of the lives lost because he showed mercy. he does save wilf tho, of course. he engages in his favorite pastime of "dying of radiation poisoning" and goes on his farewell tour

martha and mickey are married which is bullshit. he sets jack up with alonso which is cute. hi sarah jane and son. he stops by donna's wedding and gives her a lottery ticket (winning) w money he borrowed from her deceased father. wilf salutes, crying, and we both choked up watching. ten says "i'll see you one more time" did russell know? did he know. i'm glad it was true at least. then rose and jackie!! it's new years 2005!! i bet you're gonna have a great year!!

ood sigma plays him out. "vale decem" in full swing, it's a banger of a track. iconic "i don't want to go" and eleven's introduction by crashing his on-fire tardis. this episode was a wreck and made no sense. it's amazing and i love it dearly. gonna try and do a specials/era retrospective in the airport tomorrow

#doctor who #besides its too rewatch #special #The End of Time

[itsjaywalkers]

hello laurie!! <3 insane commute nonnie here (again) omg i read oby yesterday omw to class (ended up staying at my friend's again bc his roommate was still out. sadly he's back) and i should not have done that bc OMG?? BABE I WAS LITERALLY THINKING ABT THEM THE WHOLE TIME UT GOT SO BAD I SAW MY PROFESSOR (he doesn't even look like james. he's just fit in a 'Hear me out guys...' way)N BLUSHED I WAS ACTUALLY GIGGLING AT RANDOM TIMES THINKING ABT THEM also like. sirius n regulus in this😭😭 regulus cursing sirius out for being a good brother is so real to me as someone with 12 year older brother bc he spent my entire childhood terrorizing me n now he's the sweetest person Ever. not even in an evil way he's just genuinely nice to me so if i ever complain abt him everyone goes ??? YOUR brother??? its so annoying (i love him). just reg veing grumpy<3 he's my fav little purse man and ok oh god never thought i'd say this. i have NEVER gotten the whole daddy thing but now im just🧍‍♂️bc i need to call james potter daddy while he fucks me what who said that also like. extreme apologies for how extremely inappropriate this might've gotten i was up all night studying for a quiz we have today (cannot catch a break w these ppl istg) n i swear my brain refuses to function and i have no idea!!! (please pray for me) also i hope you're doing great<3 sadly i do know work and adult things but im glad to know that nothing bad's going on!! you deserve the best<33 also i Absolutely get being funnier in your mother tongue sometimes i have these sudden thoughts n they're soo funny but i have to translate them which is like. okay but the vibes change istg!! i usually end texting my siblings abt it bc someone deserves to know how absolutely funny i am!! (all i do is make dad jokes) and (im actually so sorry bc ik you prob dont mind the book-long asks but its still!! so embarrassing!! like girl why are you yapping sm!!) i haven't read the 2nd part yet (i read the first part n just stared ahead blankly for like an hour after i read the 1st part. it did things to me) but im gonna read it after my quiz as a little treat<3 thank you for writing them sm!!!<3

HI BABE <333 sorry it took me so long to get back to u, life has been soooo hectic istg

AND OMG IM STILL SO SHY ABOUT U READING OBY but i'm so glad u enjoyed it and that it had the desired effect, it's definitely not the type of story u should read in class or just like . in front of ppl . i don't blame u for getting all flustered around ur professor even if he doesn't look anything like james. it's just the vibe yk??? you're literally so real for that

sirius and reg in oby are !! so important to me !! i feel like they have the best relationship in all of my fics, bc they're on good terms on nothing happens too but they argue . a lot . and they're gonna have some issues down the line. and they're also very close in the boxer au but there's still gonna be a lot of angst regarding their relationship. in oby, tho, they're just brothers <3 they love each other so much <3 and i'm so glad i'm portraying their dynamic accurately bc a lot of their convos are based on stuff me and my sisters have talked/fought about lmao

LISTENNNN I ALSO WASN'T INTO THE WHOLE DADDY THING like i didn't mind it and i read it occassionally but i didn't seek it out. but now that i'm actively writing it . well . i guess i kinda get the appeal (girl who doesn't even have a daddy kink) SO I GET U I REALLY DO

u don't have to apologiseeee i'm always happy to open horny hours especially if it's for james potter <3 and also i know it's been a few days but i hope the quiz went well and that u never do that again bc u need to rest!! i mean it!!

i'm doing quite well actually!! work's been a nightmare but apart from that i'm great!! i recently moved into a new flat with two friends and the place is soooo nice i'm in love with it i can't believe it's ours <333 AND SAMEEEE i always complain about it to my sisters or my spanish friends bc it annoys me to no end like . i'm literally soooo funny and it pains me that you'll never realise bc it's only when i speak in my first language ugh

I REALLY DON'T MIND THEM BABE IN FACT I LOVE THEM NEVER STOP and don't apologise again i'll kick ur ass!!! and god you're so very sweet to me, i hope u enjoyed/enjoy it and i'm sending u the biggest hug + forehead kissie in the world MWAH <3

#asks #insane commute nonnie

[bluefellow]

Yeah I totally know , I think women can love and feel deeper in general just because we are mother's, daughter's, and sisters we bond stronger because of years of evolution we are better care givers & sympathizers. I love to make my life harder than it needs to be, my creativity steams from pain & when I'm hurt is when I feel the most real. But I'm still afraid of it because I used to not take care of my pain properly & didn't know how to cope with it so I'd suffer & not take anything from it - -but now I know what good can come of bad & I know how to protect myself when needed even if I do build a wall more often than I probably ought to I no longer do it to the point where I become completely numb. I am glad to hear you're sweet & rough, my favorite combination. ❤❤❤

Aw good that makes me feel very nice ! I would love to share with you some of my writing, I have books of it but that page was the only one anyone has ever seen of it before. Yeah I can wrap my head around sorrow a lot better than happiness. I feel like I deserve pain more than happiness so when I do feel happy I'm usually trying to find a way to sabotage that & I've done some pretty fucked up shit just to hurt myself. I am different now though I feel , I have had to learn through years of being

Stuck in my own head how to avoid hurting people around me & instead just effect myself. I used to be really good at ruining relationships before I really understood the fact that I have unbalanced chemicals in my brain & now I try really hard to focus on growing relationships with people I love & care about positively because I know what it means to be ugly & hurt & I don't want people I consider family or friends to feel that way. I think the only way to be truly happy is if you've truly been

Unhappy & of course there is no light without the dark & everyone suffers on their own levels & it is all valid but I tend to be more attracted to people who have really been through the ringer just because I can relate to that on such a deeper level since that's been the majority of my young adult life. Most people don't know what to do when you have bad days & I don't really ever expect people to handle me well when I'm bad but that's just because I often don't handle my own self well during

Those times. Yeah I have a pretty cynical outlook on the majority of human beings. There are a handful of accaptions where I meet a phenomenal person & that is what I think makes this wild life worth it

I love having conversations like this with people like you, it's a rare thing to come by for me. I rest my head on the glory of sorrow & more people find that hard to swallow so when someone can relate it makes me feel a little less lonely. That's exactly what I think I need to start doing. I have more words going through my head than I will ever be able to articulate but most of the time people think I just don't have words to say but the case usually is I just don't want to be the one to speak

Them. I'm not one for small talk so I tend to keep it short until someone mentions something that Sparks my interest but I want to try to be the one to open others up instead of waiting for someone else to. I just don't handle misunderstanding well so I can get offended if someone interprests something I say wrong espically when I'm opening up the parts of myself that I actually need to put effort into in order to reveal them. I will try to make them understand where I'm coming from but if in

The end they still can't seem to comprehend that's when I know I can't get along with them in a sense of how I'd want to be able to get along with people I choose to spend my time w. & That's when I can get bitchy also because I have little patience for people who have had it easy & haven't been exposed to real shit. But I just need to remember that it's not usually their fault & I think no matter how well one can word their thoughts people who've never experienced something similar will never

Be able to actually understand & all that I really am looking for in people is the ability to empathize. I totally feel like I can convey my feelings much more effectively through art. People can have more time to see what it means & truly think about it. Often in verbal conversation people are not mentally present & as soon as someone is finished saying something , rather than thinking about what they just said, they are thinking of what they will say next & that's where I think miscommunication

Comes in & where people get hurt when they put emotion into their words & notice the other person has thrown that away.

[sie-rui]

Tokyo rev react characters with a darling whom look like can't hurt a fly and a cute timid nerd but suddenly witness his darling is not just a cute kitten but a mother fucking tigress when some gang tried to gang them up they discovered his darling is a black belter martial artist and woop their ask

❀ PUNCH ME ONCE (AND I’LL RUN) | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 mitsuya takashi, kawata nahoya, matsuno chifuyu 💿 female reader, second pov (you/your), fluff, humor, tw: violence, established relationship, au - canon divergence, imagine 📅 august 23, 2021 🔗 masterlist

even the sweetest people know how to kick ass (kind of), the boys find out.

. . . MITSUYA TAKASHI

Everyone knew you as sweet, sweet Y/n, from Mitsuya’s Home Economics Club, also his lover. The Y/n who baked the cookies for all of them when Toman first met her. The Y/n. who looked so excited to show off the dress Mitsuya made for her. The Y/n who quickly reverted back into a blushing mess after realizing what she had just done.

Mitsuya loved you so much, always coddling on you and having this soft smile on his face whenever he saw you. The perfect couple. And Toman sure as hell is going to make sure that it’s going to stay that way.

So you were constantly watched over. It was nothing too serious, the boys just keep an eye on you whenever they see you out by chance. It wasn’t that they followed you everywhere, they only tagged along if you invited them… Both because of your safety and also because they genuinely like being in your company.

To everyone’s surprise, that day, Mitsuya was the one beside you when it happened.

In the silent part in between the busy parts of the city and the quieter neighborhood, in the very middle of the transition. That was where the two of you found yourselves surrounded by a group of delinquents.

By the riverside, you place down your shopping bags as Mitsuya frowns, trying to negotiate to whoever seemed like the leader of the group; insisting that they should take this somewhere else or perhaps in another time, while sneaking worried glances at you.

You keep your head down, already knowing that they were to disagree. Kids these days are so rude.

It was quite obvious that Mitsuya would be beating these kids up in no time, it was just that he was worried about you. (You smile to yourself, it’s as if everything he does nowadays is so sweet to you. He truly is the best boyfriend one can ever ask for.)

Squeezing his arm, you smile up at him despite the situation: a group of fifteen kids surrounding both of you, possible weapons hidden if they really are that cowardly.

“I’m fine…” You whisper to him as the kids smirk, inching forward.

Mitsuya still has the furrow in his brows, but before he could either open his mouth or punch the kid closest to him, you were letting go.

And knocking the fuck out of the blond yankee.

It was just pure silence.

Then you looked up with a small smile, mischief glimmering in your eyes as the group shuddered at the sudden change. “Who’s next?”

Mitsuya watches in almost fascination as you run around, scaring the kids who were trying to bolt away screaming.

Maybe he could use this as a reason so everyone will stay away from you and he can finally have you for himself without at least one person disturbing or crashing their date.

. . . KAWATA NAHOYA

It’s a nice lineup, if Souya could say so himself.

His brother, happy-go-lucky and also too enthusiastic to use violence on anyone, Nahoya and a girlfriend like you, soft and shy with the smallest of hands.

The two of you were an adorable couple that Souya almost finds himself puking whatever is in his stomach every time he sees the both of you. How can his brother be so sweet? Is this even his brother??

This time, the three of you were hanging out together, like usual at the convenience store, just having some noodles because everyone else was too lazy to cook their own at home. “I’ll go and get some more,” Nahoya announces with his usual smile. “Y/n, take care of my brother for me, will you?”

“Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?” Souya complains, frowning deeper but you only giggle at him. Nahoya doesn’t do anything more but give a quick grin before bounding off inside the konbini.

Souya grumbles under his breath.

At least he didn’t have to see you and Nahoya doing something incredibly cute together, even if it’s just a few more minutes. Being single and being twins with someone who has a girlfriend really leaves an effect on you.

The two of you quietly continued on with your meals with you precariously blowing on the cup of noodles like a little kid.

Until there was a finger tapping on his shoulder, and Souya turned around to be greeted with a punch to his face.

The next thing he knew, before he could even retort, the scalding cup of noodles went flying over his head and straight onto the face of the stranger with a group of boys behind him. Souya was being pulled backwards, hip hitting the plastic table as he blinked dazedly to see you rush past him, foot meeting another person’s head.

“Are you okay, Souya-kun?” You asked worried, looking at him with a frown as the person who initiated the attack was on the ground, wailing from both the heat and the dizzying impact he just received while his idiots cower around him.

“The fuck?”

“Oh no, this is going to bruise, and Nahoya told me to take care of you as well,” you fret, lightly grazing the red mark on his face that was definitely going to bruise.

I don’t think he meant it that way, he wanted to say but he could only try to compose his head on what had just happened.

Right, right, he was punched. You threw noodles, you also threw a kick. A hard one.

Nahoya exits to see five highschoolers on the ground, bruised, as you yell at them while standing in front of Souya who was more confused than mad.

Souya looks at him, wide eyes in both fear and confusion. “Your girlfriend is actually quite scary.”

He could only smile, unsure.

. . . MATSUNO CHIFUYU

The two of you were just hanging out, staying outside a cafe for more than a few hours despite only ordering a drink.

Chifuyu was grimacing over his notes as you tried to teach him everything you could before the upcoming exam that Monday. Your laptop was turned on, a song playing to the earphones you shared with your boyfriend, the internet connection from the cafe well-used.

Your glass was almost empty and you considered purchasing a new drink to at least feel less bad for staying this long. Chifuyu moaned in frustration, placing his forehead down on the cool table.

You rest your cheek on your propped up palm, your other hand slowly ruffling his hair, playing with the strands as he leans onto your touch. You can only helplessly smile as he glances up at you from behind his fringes.

A light wind and the easy sunlights rests upon you, the pretty mix of warm and cold, with the company of your favorite person.

The day was perfect.

Then, you spy a group of seven wearing loose clothes with their hair styled into those you can see on gangsters nowadays, two even smoking a cigarette. They were walking towards your way, gazing at Chifuyu longingly. With anger, that is.

A quick glance told you that Chifuyu was slowly dozing off, tired from the endless studying he did earlier and yesterday. He was trying too hard to reach up to your parent’s standards, and honestly it was almost flattering.

You lean down to press a kiss on his forehead as he hums before you stand up, letting go of his hair. “Y/n,” he murmurs sleepily, still with his head on the table, right above the notebook.

Stopping a few meters away from the table, you face the group who raised their brows at you. “Stop bothering Fuyu already, he’s busy with classes and with Toman.”

The guy scoffs, grinning sinisterly, mocking you as he shares glances with his friends. “Move out of the way and I’ll think about letting you go.”

“Y/n?” Chifuyu calls again, a little louder this time as he raises his head and sees you then the group of boys. “Y/n!”

“Matsuno Chifuyu-”

You only punched him, shutting him up effectively.

Chifuyu’s gasp was heard throughout the vicinity, as the guy stumbles back, his members clumsily catch him.

“I said, back off.”

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[finelinevogue]

Can you write something about when Harry and Y/N broke up but fans speculate that they got back together and they did get back together. They broke over something stupid, please. You don’t have to do this exactly it can be something like that.

let’s see how this turns out! hope it’s what you wished for?!

The last few months had been rough.

What had started as rumours of a breakup between everyones favourite couple, you and Harry, had turned into an actual breakup.

It had started by Harry spending more time with Olivia, due to press for Don’t Worry Darling. They were always hanging out with each other, even when there was no publicity stunt telling them to. You found it appropriate at first, wanting the movie to gain some form of reputation, but after a while you believed it turned South. It was becoming a definite friendship and not just because they had to. It was the way that Harry would bring Olivia over for dinner without checking with you first, or taking the dog for a walk with her not you, or even staying longer out on stunts than they needed to just because they wanted to.

So you challenged Harry on it. Hell, even the tabloids were challenging you both - claiming Harry had split from you for Olivia. You made him question whether he thought his actions were irresponsible and appropriate or not, to which he thought there was nothing wrong and thought you were being irrational. You didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day, only to find him later on the phone speaking to Olivia about how crazy you’d been acting about it all. So you showed him crazy and walked out.

Until today.

For over a half a year your sister had her wedding planned and Harry was supposed to be your guest. You were nervous about turning up without him, because your family were very judgy. Your sister couldnt help being the smarter and the prettier one, but she also didn’t have to parade it around so everyone knew of it. Your mum and dad thought you a disappointment for the longest time, but once you’d gotten a job and had moved out they were a bit more loving over you. Still didn’t hide the fact they desperately hoped for you to have a relationship. It wasn’t that you were bringing Harry along to prove that someone loved you, but more to prove that they would never fully be satisfied whether you had a boyfriend or not. There would always be a podium stand slightly lower for you to stand on.

However, they didn’t know about the breakup.

“Y/N, nice to see you. Where’s Harry?” Another guest asked you, relatives of your mum. It was the same question over and over again, no one really caring about how you are but instead whether you’re in a positive relationship.

“Oh um I think he’s just running a bit late.” Was your chosen answer to respond to said question. It was repetitive, but it kept people off your back.

The wedding was completely beautiful. It was in a beautiful church and was decorated to perfection. The theme was white and royal blue, something your sister had always dreamed of. Children played amongst the pews and family relatives mumbled to each other about gossip. There was still a heavy sadness to the event. Maybe it was because your sister hadn’t asked you to be a bridesmaid - instead, choosing her best friends instead - or maybe it was because you missed Harry so much.

He’d fucked up. He really had, but it didn’t take away that burning passion for him that spread like a wildfire in your belly. You missed him. You still loved him. Worst of all, you had to pretend everything was all alright in front of your family when actually you were breaking apart inside.

Harry hadn’t messaged saying that he was or wasn’t coming, but after everything that had happened you were confident he was going to be a no show, and you would be the embarrassment of the family once again. Your relationship had been very private and exclusive, but Harry’s fans were so investigative you wouldn’t be surprised if they knew that you’d broken up and were aware that you were at a wedding today without him. Neither of you had made a public statement about your breakup, but neither of your wanted to damage each other even more. Fans suspected though and rumours travel fast.

“Y/N how are you doing? How’s Harry?” Another aunt came and asked you, this time with your mother in tow.

“Oh he’s great, yes.” You smiled forcefully, not actually having a clue how your ex-boyfriend was doing. You didn’t keep up with his social media because you were afraid of what you might find.

“Where is he? Is he here?” Your aunt asked.

“He’s late, apparently.” Your mother answered for you, sneeringly. “You’ll be made a fool of if he’s a no show Y/N.”

“I know.”

“I hope everything goes well for you both.” Your aunt kindly said, before waiting for your mum to say something nice too. That was a mistake though.

“Well it’s unlikely she’ll find someone again!” Your mother laughed and pulled your aunt away from you. You furrowed your eyebrows and let your heart sink low.

What were you thinking, letting Harry go like that? Your mum was right, you were never going to find anyone else again. You were so lucky with Harry. He was so kind and so patient with you, but obviously he’d run out of steam towards the end. It doesn’t surprise you. You’ve always been told you’re a mighty handful and you need a lot of work put into looking after you, so you understand why you were probably too much for Harry. The showbiz life had never really been something you’d completely submerged yourself into, whereas you guess for Olivia it was rooted in her from birth. She understood Harry’s world the same way he did hers. They would match perfectly for each other, if that’s what they wanted.

You watched the room continue as usual, but you couldn’t keep yourself here. There was too much sadness welling deep within you that you wanted to just run and then keep running. So you did, only to get as far as the bench in the front courtyard. The outside felt calmer and more freeing than inside, you sat and absorbed it for a while, not realising that you were crying until your pretty multicoloured dress had grown darker with a pool of your tears.

“Shit.” You tried rubbing the tears out, but only made you cry a little harder. You thought about your makeup running and tried to compose yourself, fanning your face to calm it down from the heat now.

“And here I was thinking weddings were supposed to be happy.”

You stopped fanning your face to look at him. You couldn’t believe he was standing there, dressed in a beautiful white suit and salmon pink shirt underneath to compliment the colours of your dress - the outfit that you’d helped him pick out over a year ago. He’d remembered. He trusted that you’d still be wearing this dress. He was a sight alright. A vision of beauty and love.

“Harry?” You questioned, wiping your under eyes to clear away any running mascara, not quite believing he was standing there.

“So what was it? Bad music playing? No vodka? Or maybe there’s nowhere for you to escape to go read the book I know you have stuffed away in your clutch bag.” He stood at a distance from you, hands in his trouser pockets, to make sure you were comfortable.

“I brought vodka instead of the book.” You chuckled, reaching into your clutch to prove it to him.

“Lucky for you, i’ve come to save the day.” Harry reached to the inside of his blazer pocket and pulled out a Kindle. You’d always been debating whether or not to buy one, because the feeling of having a book to turn its’ physical pages is a feeling second to none. “Take it, it’s yours.”

Harry handed it out to you and you stood up to reach for it hesitantly. Harry assured you that it was okay and that you’d been reading too many books if you thought it was a trap of some sort.

“Thank you, Harry.” You spoke sincerely. You stroked your thumb over the cover and turned the case lid over to start up the screen. The screen lit up and it was set to a picture of your favourite quote, annotated just as you would have in your own book. You chuckled and let a few tears drop from the kindness of all of this.

“And then…” Harry unlocked the Kindle with your birthday as the password, before clicking on the library so you could discover what was waiting for you on your virtual shelves. Harry had downloaded all your most favourite books, whilst also downloading the ones he knew had been on your to-be-read list. He’d even added a few of his favourite books too, just because you liked reading his recommendations.

You smiled, but felt so lost.

“W-why are you here, H?” You asked, closing the lid and bravely looking up into his enchanting eyes. You had to control yourself not to comment on how wondrous they looked.

“To save the day.” He chuckled in repeat, until he knew you weren’t taking that for an answer. “Because I fucked up. Big league time.”

“Yeah.” You whispered, looking down at your shoes to see that they weren’t that far apart at all. He was so close to you, yet he wasn’t yours to catch.

“And i’ll never forgive myself for letting you walk out of that door. The promotion shit with Olivia? Done. I’ve finished. I explained that the movie isn’t as important to me as you. You,” Harry paused to breathe out, and took the risk of guiding your jaw up to meet your gaze with his soft hand, “you are real Y/N. You’re so important and key to my life and it bloody terrified me, still does actually, to think that you make me feel this way. I want everything with you. Marriage, kids, a home. A life. I was so worried I would screw it all up, though, to the point where I did screw it all up. I lost you and so I lost me. It’s selfish of me to ask whether any part of your heart still wants me, but—”

“Yes.” You quickly interjected before he could say something he’d later regret. “There is, yes.”

“R-really?” He stumbled over his response, not expecting you to react so soon but his words had got to you. His feelings were vulnerable and raw and it reminded you of how much you love him and feel safe with him.

“Why? Would you like me to say different.” You teased.

“No,” Harry rushed, stepping closer towards you, “God now. Stay, please. Forever, if you’ll have me?”

“I can deal with forever.” You leaned up to where his lips were, craving the taste of them against yours so badly. “Can I?” You looked between his lips and his eyes, watching his eyes coo in admiration of you. His arms snaked around your neck and cupped the back of your head, resting his ringed fingers against your skin delicately.

“You don’t have to ask, angel.” And with that you didn’t hesitate to reclaim your clips on his. He tasted as sweet and as soft as you could remember. The hint of mint sweets he kept in his car could be tasted all over his mouth, and he could no doubt taste the vodka on yours. He took no time in rushing to have his tongue exploring your mouth once mouth, biting on your lip when he got the chance to. He wanted you to remember this moment and how much love he has for you, and always will. Just as you do for him.

Hesitantly pulling away you smiled at him cheekily, feeling so much lighter and happier to have him here. With you in his arms so expertly.

“What?” He asked, leaving a quick kiss to your nose, inhaling his scent as he did.

“Just can’t believe you’re here.” You stroked his cheek with your thumb, and he leaned into your touch so comfortably. He had missed you so damn much, and it showed.

“Let you down once before and I wasn’t going to do it again.”

“So you’d have shown up even if I hadn’t?”

“Not happily, but yes.” He laughed thinking about it.

“Why?” You laughed with him.

“I’ve got to make my impression on your family somehow. Need to remind some of them how amazing and beautiful their special Y/N L/N is.”

“Some are going to need a lot more persuading than others.” You sighed, side-frowning over your words.

“No offence, but anyone who doesn’t treat you as a fucking diamond doesn’t deserve you and should watch out for kick up their backside from me.” You laughed over his empty threat and buried your head against his chest, listening to the heartbeat and rumble of laughter that came from within. This moment alone felt like home. Safe and warm.

“I love you, H.”

“Bloody love you too.”

Harry ended up returning to the wedding with you, much to your mothers surprise, and you both enjoyed the celebrations together. You shut yourselves out from everybody and just danced, talked and drank the night away.

You were so in love.

Later, photos got leaked of the wedding and it showed you and Harry dancing away in one of the backgrounds of the photos. It was supposed to be a shot of just the bride and groom, but you two have managed to get caught in it. You looked so caught up in each other that you still weren’t even aware the photo had been taken. You and Harry had determinedly avoided the camera all night, exactly for this reason, but a part of you was kind of happy that this one photo got leaked, because it showed the world that Harry was yours and you were his. It showed that you were together, or back-together as addressed by some FBI fans, and that you were stronger for it.

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