#you aren't dead. but you cheated with the husband of our best friend and you tore her marriage. their family and our friendgroup apart

[prof-ramses]

This is a very real SM theory

What I've stumbled across this time is, I'll admit, completely batshit on the face of it. BUT, if you follow my flow of logic, I think you'll actually be more convinced than you'd expect

So, what is it that set my theorist mind off? Well, the character we knew we were meeting this episode, Aaron (which is apparently the name of Ross's dad in that model sheet)

We only see him twice (and no, your eyes aren't playing tricks on you, his tattoo changes what arm it's on between scenes) and in those scenes, he's mostly silent and is notably not paying attention to Jaune, despite her talking with their obviously distressed shared friend in the first scene and is separated from Jaune by the cinematography in the second scene.

From what we've seen of Aaron, both in this episode and the TT photos, he isn't very expressive, but he still shows his feelings through movement, or rather, a position in the photos, something absent in his present self.

So, what, if anything, lead to this seeming slight rift between Aaron and Jaune?

Well, we could assume it was something after Ross's birth, but could we narrow it down further? Yes, yes we can, mainly due to the first bomb I'm about to drop on you.

Jaune is a cult spy

Yes, I'm dead fucking serious. Let's look over the way the cult operates, shall we? They carefully monitor anything related to their plans while other members are on stand by, should something go wrong. How does this tie to Jaune?

Simple, she's the one keeping tabs on Lila, Ignacio does live closer, but is so abrasive, he could never get close enough to someone for intimate spying. Jaune on the other hand, as Lila's best friend, could theoretically keep tabs on certain aspects of Lila's life.

The next obvious question is why. Why would Jaune spy on Lila for a cult? Well, she wouldn't. She would, however, keep a close eye on her friend if someone else close to said friend, like say, said friend's husband, expressed concern for her emotional well being.

I know I'm probably losing some of you now, but this is where we get to another insanely counter intuitive yet convincing claim.

Jaune isn't spying on Lila because Lila's husband asked her, she's spying on Lila because she doesn't want Lila to know that-

Jaune had an affair with Lila's husband

I KNOW, I KNOW, I sound like Dale from King of the Hill right now, but I swear to you, this will all click together by the end.

Picture this, Jaune, a heavy drinker, is over at her friend's house one night when Lila's husband starts coming onto her and you know what happens, this goes from a one off event, to a semi-regular ritual for the pair. Some time later, he tells Jaune that he's worried Lila might catch on, and encourages her to carefully pay attention to any sudden mood shifts and.... share them wit ha trusted associate of his.

So, now that I've established the logic of this happening and that it will likely come into focus at some point, but what does this have to do with Aaron's detachment and how could it come into play?

It's not just that Aaron knows Jaune cheated and will reveal it to Lila, no, it's so much worse.

But first, I have to dispel some fanon for a moment, despite how popular the concept is, we have no in or out of series proof that Ross dyes his hair, the only photo of him we see is him and Aaron with Ross looking just as he does at present.

Why do I bring this up, oh my poor unsuspecting friends, it should be clear. If Ross has naturally black hair, that would mean-

Ross matches the genetic profile of Jaune and Skidad's biological child

And there you have it, the dark underbelly at back of the newest instalment in our beloved Halloween series.

And, if by some chance, you still don't believe this theory of Ross and Skid being half-brothers to be at the very least valid, well then, I have something that will blow your fucking mind.......

.........

And I'm not telling you cause it's 'Pril Fools Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#spooky month #sm Jaune #sm Aaron #sm Ross #sm Lila #sm Skid's dad #sm Skidad #sm Ignacio #sm Skid #sm theory #spooky month theory #sm prediction #spooky month prediction

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Choices Review: Desire and Decorum

Continuing on with my Choices book reviews, I've decided to do Desire and Decorum. I'll say this to get it out of the way: I wish it was GOC! For a long time, I reasoned that if our genderlocked main character could be a person of color and STILL climb the social ladder in Regency era England. But then I realized that if our MC was GOC, Duke Richards could be female, and a young man wouldn't be forced to marry an older woman since the odds of her bearing (healthy) children would be very low. But they could've reworked it!!!

That said, I'm not a historian, so I don't know what's realistic here and what's not; this is just my opinion. What I DO know is that 19th-century England settings are so overplayed; I'd much rather prefer Tudor, Elizabethan, or Jacobean-era English stories.

Book 1 follows a young woman who finds out that her father is a wealthy Earl after her mother passes. However, while he receives her well enough, his wife sees you as a threat to her power and her son's inheritance. I was disappointed by the fact that the story starts off with MC losing her mom, and the towards the end of the story, he passes. While necessary for the story, it feels unfortunate that you have to relive the pain. I'd rather MC's mother had already passed before the book began and she found a letter from her that explained her birth. Along with this, it feels very odd being given the option to pair up MC's best friend with her stepbrother who acts very cruel on his mother's behalf.

Book 2 has you becoming the inheritor to your father's estate, having overthrown your stepmother but keeping a good report with your stepbrother (or not; depends on the path you choose). However, your grandmother is steering you towards marrying a duke who simply vies for power. And with no one (besides you and your friends) knowing his true intentions, the queen of England gives her permission for you to marry him. It frustrates me that Duke Richards is who MC's grandmother pushes her towards despite stating that Mr. Sinclair is one of the most eligible bachelors and as one of the wealthiest landowners. Granted, he doesn't offer as much rank as Richards, but it's weird that MC's grandmother can't be persuaded to let her marry him (even if you aren't romancing him).

Book 3 covers the wedding of MC to their LI (unless they're romancing the only female option, in which case she marries a secretly gay man who promises to keep her secret and won't hold her to any marital obligations). But of course, that'd be too easy. Your half-brother (who you thought was dead) is actually alive, and your stepmother poisons him against you--making him a difficult character to appease, especially since he is close to the antagonist of this book's story, who hopes to throw a coup against the queen while overthrowing you as well. The story is strong and interesting-but your brother's role in the situation is repetitive, and the fact that this was released at the same time as two other wedding books (AME 3 and TRR 3) didn't help. Had the writers had the foresight to know what they'd do for book 3, I'd want them to nix the stepmother/stepbrother antagonists in book 1 to avoid it being repetitive. Instead, your stepmother could appear amiable and kind until she reveals her true colors now that her other son (and the one with the strongest claim to the estate) is revealed to be alive. Or perhaps we do a tragic story; she's kind and caring, but when her younger son is revealed to be alive, her relief turns to jealousy and anger towards you for "taking" his birthright from him--and maybe for her husband cheating on her and you being the result (I don't recall if he did or if they weren't married at this time). Of course, even then she'd still be the secondary antagonist. Another route I could've seen for this book (and the series in general) addressing British colonialism in India and Prince Hamid could've been an Indian prince instead of an Ottoman prince, as well as MC's friend being mistreated as a maid as a result of her Indian heritage. But this is just me spitballing; like I said, I'm not a historian.

Overall, it was good, but the time period and genderlocked nature of the series makes me lose interest upon replaying it.

#choices #playchoices #desire and decorum #play choices #pixelberry #pixelberry studios #choices stories we play #choices stories you play #choices app #choices game

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Lust | Toji x reader

summary: sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love -GGM

f!reader

word count: 1.1k

genre: angst

warning: cheating

a/n: listened to olivia rodrigo's "deja vu" on repeat while writing this ;-; | master list for 100 follower event

Your husband is a busy man, he has many sorcerers to assassinate and many curses to collect. Despite his past wives, you believed you could change him.

It all began two years ago, you watched as he slayed your brother who abused you mentally and physically throught the years. You felt no remorse for him, whatsoever.

You saw him with the full moon behind him, he glowed brightly in the dark. You could see his perfectly sculpted figure outline in frint of the moon, the way the moonlight glazed over his features so beautifully.

He was your savior, your hero, your first love.

"Well," He smirks at you, sitting in the floor with the thinnest white night gown in the planet. "Aren't you a beauty." He walks over to you, caressing his thumb over your soft cheek.

You feel your heart pound against your chest, you've never once felt this way towards somebody, given that you were never allowed to leave the house nor your room. You read in the old brittle pages of your dead mother's book how loving someone felt like gliding over the wind or feeling warm all over everytime you see them.

The letters spelled over the pages just how good it feels to love and be loved by someone, how time spent being with them is never wasted.

Toji Fushiguro became the light of your life that night, he became your entire world, your universe. Everything you do, did, and will do, is all for him. Everything that you are is for him. Everything that you make is for him.

This man is the first who's ever been so gentle with you, the first to share your bed, the first to press his lips on yours, the first to get you to smile so widely, your cheeks began to hurt.

That night he brought you to his house, offered you a shower to bathr in, a room to sleep in, clothes to change into and even food to eat. He'd cook you your meals everyday and whenever you asked to learn how make them so you could make them for him as well, he taught you patiently, chuckling whenever you made a mistake. He'd press a kiss on your hand whenever bits of oil would splash over it, he'd make sure your water was warm enough before you took a bath and he'd always make sure to tuck you in before you felt asleep.

After the first month of living together with him, you felt like you needed him even more this time, so he helped you. Through the night, his hands were gentle, his words were comforting and the overall experience had your toes curling and tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

You fell for him. Hard.

You hugged your mother's book tightly, smiling widely. Everything the book had mentioned, everything it said about love was real.

You love Toji Fushiguro and he... he loves you.

Bullshit.

Hot tears begin to stream down your face as you feel your heart clench in your chest. The dinner you ate hours ago feels like they're climbing their way up your esophagus and everything around you just becomes hazy.

"This is supposed to be our bed." Your voice trembles in anger as you watch him hold a woman in his arms, pounding into her like how he did to you. The minute you opened the door and saw them, Toji looked at you dead in the eye, not an ounce of guilt evident in his face.

"My bed, sweetheart." He smirks, hand traveling down to the woman's sex, teasing her clit. "Wanna join in?"

You clench your fists, nails digging into the palm of your hand. "You disgust me, Fushiguro." You seeth in anger, feeling your blood boil inside you.

"If you feel so awful about it, you can leave. There's the door." He motions at the front door, just in front of the bedroom door. Your anger disseminate into sadness. Pure, gray, sadness.

"Was everything in those two years nothing to you?" Your lower lip quivers as your eyebrows bunch up together. Toji looks at you, his expression bored as he raises a brow. "Those two years were...a couple million yen, but you paid them back fully well with your body."

You feel like throwing up now.

The man in front of you, you couldn't even begin to comprehend just why and how you fell in love with him. He's a monster. Good for nothing, asshole who deserves to rot alone.

With the smallest bit of pride you have left inside you, you leave the house, placing a hand on your five month old belly with your heart on your sleeve.

More tears come rushing out of your eyes as you wipe them dry messily on your sleeve. You make your way to your best friend's house, Mai, just a couple of blocks down. You met her when you were picking out fruits to slice up for Toji, the two of you hit it off cery quickly.

After much cursing (all of them directed towards Toji), she buys you a one way ticket out of the country, telling you'll be living with her.

•••

Toji pushes the woman off of him, yelling at her to leave the room, in which she obliged to. He sighs, stress evident in his features as he pulls his bedside drawer open, taking out a picture of the both of you.

His phone rings making him sigh once again.

"She escaped, I couldn't get any information out of her in those two years of locking her up in the basement." He lies through his teeth, eyes scanning over a picture of you smiling as he's kissing your cheek.

"Darn. Alright, let's drop her, she won't be able to survive for long on her own. Thanks for your work, Mr. Fushiguro." Toji ends the call without another word, tapoing on his messages app.

Mai 9:38PM

we're off to nyc, currently boarding the plane

Toji 9:38PM

please take care of her for me

Mai 9:40PM

that was a real dick move but it was for the best, huh?

Toji 9:41PM

raise my son well. make sure he doesn't become someone like me

Mai 9:42PM

you're a good guy, toji. take care of yourself.

Toji sets his phone down, sighing to himself as he lays on his bed. He misses the noise of the house, your giggles, ramblings, whining whenever you couldn't open the pickle jar...

Toji takes one last look at your photo, smiling to himself as he presses his lips against it.

"I hope to see you again soon, Y/n. I love you."

You believed you could change him, and you did.

#toji x you #toji x y/n #toji icons #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #toji zenin #toji imagine #toji angst #toji fic #angst #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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Better Man.

              ~~~~We might still be in love, if you were a better man. ~~~~

Taehyung x OC 

Rating 18 +

Angst. 

Implied Infidelity in the past. 

Chapter 1 ~ Walk out the first time. 

"Are you okay?" My mother's soft voice came from behind me and i panicked, hurriedly swiping at the tears that were streaking down my face. Heart pounding, I grabbed a bunch of tissues from the dresser, patting my face down hurriedly , making sure to keep my back to her. 

"I'm fine, Mom." I said , voice surprisingly steady as I turned around to smile weakly at her. She stood near the doorway, a petite woman of fifty with greying hair and too many wrinkles. 

I thought she looked older than she was and i knew I had a part to play in that. Sighing, I tried not to cry more, moving to gently take my son out of her arms. 

He was four years old, fast asleep and smiling sweetly in his slumber. He had downy black hair, feather soft and warm brown eyes. He looked incredibly like his father, the resemblance stunning even though he was so young. I stared at him some more, laying him down on the bed and brushing the hair off his face. 

"Are you sure there is no mistake? Taehyung ssi wouldn't hurt us like this..." My mother said, sounding broken and I felt a pang of sympathy. But also annoyance. 

Us. 

Us....like she had an equal share in the hurt I was feeling.

 I was the one getting a  divorce but my mother made it sound like it was personal to her as well. Like somehow, the fact that she now had to meet her friends and tell them that her daughter was divorced could compare to the pain I was feeling. To the sheer anguish that was filling me.

To be fair though, my mother had loved Taehyung very much. Her favorite son-in-law . My sister's husband had been a mean drunkard who had brought a lot of misery to our family. Taehyung by contrast had been a loving, filial son in law. He had cared deeply for my parents, paid for my father's funeral ( even though the man itself was nothing more than a drunk , cheating fool who had abandoned us )  and he had been the most kind man . 

I swallowed. 

Maybe , you should have forgiven him. Maybe , you shouldn't have divorced him . So, he slept with another woman. Fine.  It was one night... just one night. you should have gotten over it! Was it worth it to spend all these countless nights alone? To break your mother's heart a thousand times over? 

 The funny thing was, i had forgiven him. Maybe right after I had found out. He had stood there, looking shell-shocked and horrified and his eyes had begged me for forgiveness and my heart had cracked , the way it always did whenever I saw him in distress. And when he had looked me in the eye and said, "  I’m sorry,  Jang mi..." I had forgiven him right then and there.

 But it was the forgetting that was hard. The fear that it would happen again. The fear that somehow, I was the reason he strayed. And that kind of fear can be debilitating. For the first three weeks, I'd tried to pretend it hadn't happened. I had tried hard to see him the way I had always seen him but it had been impossible. everytime I saw him, my heart had broken anew. It had been hard but I had to accept that things would never be the same. That I would forever look at him and remember what he’d done. That I would forever wonder if he would do it again. 

So we had done the wise thing. 

At first a break.

 A few days apart to get our head on straight.  Then I’d found a job and I had to move closer to the office to make the commute easy. And then suddenly, I wasn’t seeing him even during the weekends , to spend time as family for our son’s sake. And just like that , a whole year had passed and we  were separated. Only meeting to hand Hoshi over to each other. 

"I'm sorry mother." I said softly. I knew that she blamed me, a whole lot for the separation. 

People with children  didn't leave each other over infidelity in my country. You hit your husband, denied him from your bed maybe but you didn't break up a family over one night of bad decisions. You just didn't .

But for me, it was beyond the act. It was the broken trust, the shock of knowing that some other woman had given him something I couldn't, the fact that he had even wanted it from another woman had been enough for me to crumble on the inside.  

But, none of it mattered now. 

He wanted a divorce. Officially. Wanted to end it for real. 

It was jarring, how badly it shook me. I felt unaccountably lost and confused and disoriented. I couldn't imagine not being Taehyung’s wife , i realized with a stunning sense of self realization.

 Call me irrational, but apparently, I couldn't stop thinking of him as my husband , even after two years. Soon he wouldn't be my husband. 

He would be  my ex -husband. 

i hated that word. 

It had such a plethora of negative connotations to it. When you hear it , you just brace yourself for unpleasantness.

 Because it is unpleasant. A marriage ending, a family breaking, feelings hurt , hearts shattered,  angry words tossed...its all a very unpleasant experience for everyone involved. 

An ex husband was seldom a harbinger of happiness, more often a reminder of choices gone wrong, regrets and wasted time. and I didn’t want to associate Taehyung with a word like that.

Taehyung who was still the kindest, warmest human being I knew. The best father in the world. 

I felt like someone had sucked all the strength out of me.

I didn’t really want to think about the call I’d gotten from Taehyung last night. An appointment with a divorce lawyer.  It had been followed by an apology because apparently, someone in the law firm had let the info leak. And now it was all over the sleazy tabloids that fed on people’s misery. 

It was impossible to escape it too, Taehyung was famous. An idol. And actor. The country's sweetheart. And he was the epitome of perfection. The beautiful, talented actor with an impeccable record of well behavior. 

I knew that literally everyone on the planet thought he was a literal angel. 

 I remembered how much , by contrast, I had been hated when I'd married him.

I could just imagine how much more it would all be this time around. And i wondered if it bothered Taehyung too. Did he perhaps wish he’d never met me

? 

It had been sheer luck that we had met.... 

In fact, if Jimin's  car hadn't broken down right outside our home on that cold December night, I wouldn't have even met Taehyung. A great cosmic shift, somewhere some butterfly flapped its wing a certain way and suddenly, Jimin’s car ran over a thumbtack and his phone was dead so while he tried to fix the damage , Taehyung  just had to knock on our home and I had been the one to open it. 

Boom. That was it. Love at first sight. 

 I had been a high school kid and he had been barely nineteen. Fresh faced and cheerful , the struggling idol from a small company. He hadn't been surrounded by fans or chased by saesangs. He hadn't had security tailing him. No daesangs, BBMAs, or acting awards. No blockbuster movies to his credit , no chart-bursting songs either . 

And I had fallen in love with that version of him. 

The hardworking, talented young man who worked twice as hard as anyone around him. 

 That's right. You've loved him for fifteen years.  So it's understandable that you're upset. Now, maybe you can move on too. Go on a few of those blind dates that Jiyoung is always setting you up on. Go live your life instead of being a zombie. Get a hair cut. Dye your hair red. Do something to get your life in order. 

"I still find it hard to believe that he would want a divorce. Jangmi yah... did you tell him you forgave him? Tell him you wanted to try again..." My mother said again and the distress in her voice was equal parts heartbreaking and exasperating. 

"Mother, I don't want to try again . We aren't married anymore. It's over, whatever it was between us. " 

 Whatever it was. 

How cruel, to have all that love, all that affection  reduced to a phrase like that. 

What a pity. 

"But what about Hoshi? He needs his father..." My mother cried out and I willed myself not to snap. She means well, I thought miserably. 

"He has a father. Taehyung is an excellent father and you know that. Don’t start that again.” 

My mother sighed.

"I still feel that this wouldn’t happen if you tried a little bit. He’s a good boy. Such a good boy and you could never do anyone better. Why are you so full of pride, Jangmi... so prideful...you should be a little humble. Think of the kind of man he is...where would you find a man like that ? And moreover .... Taehyung loves you. i know he does." My mother said stubbornly. 

I sighed, feeling my fingers shake from the effort not to scream. I wasn’t strong enough to have this conversation with her. Not now. Possibly never. Taehyung did  love me. Had never made any effort to hide it. But sometimes, love wasn’t enough. It just wasn’t. 

And I wanted to yell at my mother she was at least partially to blame for me walking out on Taehyung. 

My father had left us for another woman , when I was twelve. I had seen the toll it had taken on my mother and I just knew that I would never let a man do that to me. My mother had later confided in me that it wasn’t the first time. He had done it before. A lot of times. And my mother had always forgiven him. Let him back into our lives. 

And one night, drunk on soju she had confided between hiccups, ‘ I wish I’d walked out the first time.” 

And that had stuck with me. 

Walk out the first time. 

If he cheats on you , walk out the first time. Don’t stick around waiting for him to do it to you again. Walk out the first time. 

 And so I had. 

“ Should I talk to him? Tell him you’ve changed your mind? “ My mother began and I felt my patience snap.

“No!! Could you just, for the love of God, stay out of this, ma? It’s over. Our marriage is over and it has been over for a long time. A piece of paper doesn’t really change that, does it? Its not my fault you can’t get over it but that’s a you problem. And you need to fix it yourself.  “ I shouted. 

My mother immediately recoiled, eyes shuttering down. 

“Of course. You know the best. Who cares how anyone else feels, right, Jang Mi? You always know best.” She said softly, and I exhaled, shaken. There it was. The guilt trip. It was never ending. 

Please... I just need to go now.” I moved to grab my bag, :” I need to go get ready for the meeting with the lawyers tomorrow. You can keep Hoshi with you tonight.  I’ll come pick him up after I’m done and then I’ll drop him off at his father’s place.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

With Taehyung and I, our break up hadn’t been terrible. 

It hadn’t been terrible because our own penchant for being terrible had always been very minimal. We didn’t do swearing or fights or threats and it always annoyed our friends that we got along so well. That it was so easy for us to forgive and move on with each other . That we were the one couple who didn’t hold grudges or bring up past mistakes. 

Which is why, when we did break up, none of our friends had tried to change our minds over it. They had accepted it rather calmly, shocked at first because it was so out of the blue but not opposed to the idea itself . They just trusted us to know the right thing to do because we were easily the most mature , the most level headed couple in the entire group. We were usually the sounding boards , the voice of reason in whatever petty conflict our friends were involved in . 

So when it was us, needling a little advice, a little guidance, our friends had been woefully ill equipped to help. They had merely hummed and nodded and empathized. Maybe that was another reason I’d left. I hadn’t considered the alternative. No one had asked me to consider the alternative. 

Our friends had watched us drift apart watched us break up, but they hadn’t really asked us  why.  

Because if something had caused Kim Taehyung and Jang Mi to break up, man, that must’ve been a really huge issue. 

So the break up had been amicable. Gradual and slow but mostly amicable, eased by our mutual love for our son. We wanted him happy and he was happy when we were happy. So we put on a front, laughed and joked in front of him and let him have some semblance of normalcy in his life. 

It wasn’t easy. 

From him,  it had been nothing but a mess of   heated glances, touches laced with intent and eyes begging forgiveness . every gaze of his was a silent scream for a second chance that I was not at all ready to give. 

Because for me, the raw hurt and anger and frustration that bubbled up every time I saw him , it had nowhere to go. It stayed churning in my gut, made everything bitter and unpalatable and I wanted to hurt him for hurting me. How could I think of a second chance when the hurt from the first, was still so fresh, an open wound festering. 

Self esteem in tatters, I had hated him fiercely. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The meeting was at his company, and I arrived at nine in the morning, with a few more minutes to spare.  I knew the place like the back of my hand, was here at least  once a week either to pick or drop Hoshi off and I knew that the conference room in the third floor was sound proof and cut off from the rest of the building for extra privacy. 

Which was a little too late because I’d found two tabloid newspapers waiting outside my apartment this morning. 

I opened the door carefully, surprised to see Taehyung sitting in one of the chairs, bent over a sheaf of paper on the table and next to him a leggy girl in a small skirt hovered, fingers resting lightly on his shoulder, bent at the optimum angle to show him her curves. 

I sighed, looking away.

It was way too early for this. 

“Mia!” Taehyung’s voice made me look up, and I watched as he stood up, pushing the chair away and moving to me . He was easily the most good looking man in the country. And he looked so good at thirty five that it was impossible to look away from him. 

He was dressed in a pale blue shirt and black slacks and it never amazed me, how good clothes fit him. 

I took in the broad shoulders, thick arms and the lean waist, the carefully styled hair and the breathtakingly beautiful face and sighed when he kept coming closer, hands held out. . 

Of course, the customary hug. 

i let him wrap his arms around me, my face buried in the comforting warmth of his body, the scent of his cologne filling my brain . He always smelled so good it made my heart hurt. I tried not to let myself get carried away. Tried to remind myself that this wasn’t anything more than a.....

A facade ? Or was it? Was his affection genuine? 

Was I just too cynical?

I shook my head, pulling away and smiling a little at the genuine venom in the leggy girl’s face. 

“Are you okay? Where’s Hoshi?” Taehyung brushed the hair off my face, eyes warm and I wondered if he’d forgotten we were here to get a divorce.

 Whenever we met, Taehyung acted like we were still together. 

No, that wasn’t it. 

He just didn’t act like we had broken up. He was affectionate and open and cooperative. It always left me in a sort of limbo, unable to navigate our relationship with clear boundaries. There were no line to stop myself from crossing, because he just didn’t draw them. 

“ Ms. Lee says we just have to go over the details like the alimony and the custody and the division of assets and then we can just proceed. Get it all finalized.  “ He said casually, when I moved away and sat on the chair opposite him. 

“Okay .” I said casually. 

He smiled and turned back to the girl next to him.

“I’ll join you after the meeting Lisa.” he gave her a nice wide smile and the girl practically bloomed under the attention before bowing curtly in my direction. I watched her walk away, slightly amused.

“Bit younger than your usual type.” I commented , glancing at him. He gave me a look.

“I’m not dating her.” He shrugged. 

“Does she know that?” I retorted.

 It was dumb. Uncalled for. I was being a bitch, really but the urge to evoke some kind of reaction from Taehyung was something I’d never really out grown. I liked getting under his skin.

Taehyung sighed and gave me a little smirk.

“Are you jealous, Mia mine?” He teased. 

It felt a little like someone had dug a nine inch dagger straight  into my heart. 

That stupid nickname. 

God I couldn’t bear it. 

Swallowing i looked away. 

“Sorry. “ he said quietly, a few seconds later. 

I nodded curtly. 

“Don’t do it again.” I said hoarsely. 

“Why not?” He whispered gently. 

I groaned. 

“Taehyung... “

“it’s just a name...why does it bother you so much?” He whispered. 

“The same reason you’re asking me for a divorce.” I said softly.

He blinked.

“Mia...”

“Because we both know its time to stop.” I said quietly. “ Stop dancing around each other , stop doing...whatever it is we’ve been doing these past two years and give our relationship a name. “ 

“I’m not very fond of labels.” He shrugged. I glared at him. 

“Well tough luck. Labels are good. Labels are great. They let you draw boundaries. “ I retorted. 

“You sound like you’ve had enough of me.”

“Well, haven’t you had enough of me?” I snapped.

“Not even close.” He leaned forward gently, eyes pinning me to the table with a gaze so strong he may as well have used his body. And it didn’t help that two years wasn’t enough time to forget how it would feel if he  had  used his body. How it would feel to be stretched out on that table, him on top of me, hands working my clothes open, lips kissing their way down my jaw. 

I could almost taste him, taste the minty freshness of his breath, feel his tongue in my mouth, the hardness of him inside me. My thighs clenched because I hadn’t gotten laid in two fucking years and even if i did, no one would ever compare to the man in front of me. 

“Mr. Kim? Mrs. Kim? “ 

The lawyer’s voice broke the spell and i straightened, swallowing. Ms. Lee had walked in , and I watched her close the conference door behind her before locking it gently. 

She was young, dressed in a business suit , a no nonsense bun and had small round framed glasses. She gave me a nice smile, shook hands with us both and placed her briefcase on the table before glancing between us. 

“Shall we begin?” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Author’s Note : its gonna be a bumpy ride. 

#taehyung angst #taehyung smut #taehyung fics #bts fics #taehyung fanfic #bts smut #bts fic #bts fanfic

[spicymayo1983]

Hiya. For this story I decided to do a Scenes From A Marriage meets Star Wars mash up. Throughout the series I've been thinking about how I could turn it into a Poe Dameron story. I decided to depart from my usual Poe X reader pairings and make him the naughty one this time. Lol. A bad boy fighting his own demons despite the fact that he is the poster boy for the rebellion. The femme reader is in the process of a painful and complicated divorce with Poe after you caught him in a difficult to explain and extremely compromising position with a trusted friend.

The fact that you share a one year old son together makes everything even more painful.

You still love Poe but his actions killed a small part of you that day. Do you want your relationship to survive or is it really over for good?

Warnings, angst, smut, cheating, guy on guy action, not for anyone under 18.

Scene 1, The Betrayal

You remembered that fateful afternoon like it was yesterday. The sounds played bitterly in your head like a proverbial broken record.

You'd come home early that day, the baby hadn't been picked up from daycare just yet because you had decided to run some groceries home first.

As soon as you walked through the door you sensed something was off. Mainly due to the fact that you could hear the water running in the shower and your spouse, Poe Dameron, was supposedly at a high level meeting with other rebellion officers.

"Who's there?" You called out, your heart pounding in your chest as you slid open the bathroom door, unsure of who, or what, you would see behind it.

It was your husband Poe. And he was in the shower with your mutual friend Finn. The two were soaping each other up in between steamy kisses. You were stopped dead in your tracks by the sight of these two nude, beautiful men.

Admittedly it would have been an arousing scene if you weren't married to one of them.

Their rather large cocks were both fully erect. It was obvious that this was an act of foreplay as the two lovers prepared to have sex. Poe had his dark eyes closed from pleasure as Finn lovingly massaged shampoo into his gorgeous curly hair.

Poe turned around and began to passionately kiss Finn, judging by the affection and the way they looked at and touched each other this had been going on for a very long time.

They held onto each other tight and kissed with a special fire and intensity that said true love. It was such a shocking, mesmerizing scene that you were frozen in place and unable to turn away.

Shell shocked you wandered into the bedroom, where you sat down on the edge of the bed as you listened to the obscene moans of your husband as Finn made passionate love to him.

Present day

It was nearly 6 months after the incident. Without confronting Finn and Poe you simply left, taking your son and moving in with your best friend that same day.

Communication on a personal level had been spotty at best after that day. You arranged for Poe to see his son, who was now a strong, healthy one year old, several times a week but kept your own words with him personally to a minimum.

Poe loved that little boy and was a loving, doting father. The way his eyes, and entire face, lit up when he saw him, was simply beautiful.

The man that you had considered your soulmate was becoming a stranger to you, and it was devastating.

A small part of you still loved the man that betrayed you.

"Everything of yours is in that corner, I tried to carefully pack the fragile things but if something got broken I'm sorry".

"It's okay, it's just stuff".

You were back in the now nearly empty home that you shared with Poe to collect your belongings. You were sitting on the sofa, staring down at the floor as you mumbled those words, unable to look him in the face.

With a deep sigh Poe sat down next to you and said,

"Look at me".

"I can't". You replied quickly as you felt the tears well in your eyes as you continued to stare down at the floor.

"Look at me". Poe insisted weakly as he slipped his arm around you.

With a deep, disgusted groan you looked up, and into his beautiful deep brown eyes.

Poe eyes were slightly red and swollen from crying but he was still smiling slightly.

"It's nice to see you again, like this, just the two of us". Poe confessed, still smiling as the tears began to roll down his cheeks. "I've missed you, and having our son here all the time".

"You don't need to put on the charm with me". You explained with a smile and a bitter laugh. "Where are the papers? I want to sign them and be done".

"Is that all you care about? Signing the papers and walking out of my life forever?" Poe asked as his smile faded.

"To be brutally honest it is". You replied quickly, laughing at the nerve of his words. "If I never had to see you again I'd be thrilled, but unfortunately we live on the same base and share a son".

"Then do it, I won't stop you". Poe snapped angrily. "The papers are over there, on the kitchen counter".

Shakily you stood up and went into the kitchen. You grabbed the first pen you saw and bitterly started to flip through the official looking stack of documents.

Your blood was boiling, and everything looked like a blur due to your own festering rage.

"I need to sit down". You told him weakly as the room started to spin.

Poe stood up and immediately helped you back to the the living room, and back on the sofa. He handed you a glass of water as he lovingly kissed you on the forehead.

"Thanks". You told him weakly, smiling slightly.

"Take all the time you need". Poe said softly as he began to affectionately stroke your cheek.

His familiar touch felt comforting and you would be lying if you said that you didn't miss him.

"I'm not going to lie, being here again, with you, is stirring up all sorts of feelings, fuck". You told him with a weak laugh as you allowed him to continue to touch you.

"Can I kiss you?" Poe asked, smiling a little and looking deeply into your eyes.

"You may". You replied with a laugh.

You shared a passionate kiss with your estranged husband and to be perfectly honest it felt fantastic, and right.

Poe's hand started to creep up your leg and underneath your short skirt.

"Can I touch you?" He asked, massaging your thigh a little with his strong hand.

You could see his excitement through his tight pants, you were dealing with your own arousal when you looked him in the eyes and confessed,

"Whatever you do, don't stop".

Poe slipped his hand underneath your skirt and began to teasingly stroke you through your underwear. Finally he pushed your panties aside and began to caress your throbbing clit with his thumb, slipping two fingers gently inside of you as he did so.

Poe picked you up off of the sofa and carried you into the bedroom and placed you on what was once your marital bed.

After feverishly removing his own clothes his head immediately went between your spread legs and he began to pleasure you with his mouth.

With his tongue inside of your body you cried out his name as you experienced climax after climax. What Poe was doing to you felt wrong, and right, at the same time.

You were angry at yourself for enjoying it. You dug your nails hard into his back, drawing blood, when Poe got on top of you and penetrated your wet, throbbing hole with his thick, uncut cock.

"Fuck, it's tighter than I remembered". Poe confessed with a laugh and a groan as he started to pound into you.

"Damn you, it's bigger than I remembered". You told him with a laugh and a slight moan as you could feel his impressive girth stretching your wet walls.

Poe laughed a little at your frank confession as he continued to fuck you, grunting in ecstasy as he began to nibble on your neck.

With your bodies entwined you could feel Poe cum deep inside of you, filling you with liberal amounts of his warm seed.

Afterwards the two of you cuddled in bed, both of you were still in slight shock at what had happened.

"Aren't you going to clean up?" Poe asked, laughing a little and kissing you on the forehead.

"No, I enjoy the feeling of you inside of me". You confessed as the tears rolled down your cheeks.

"You still love me, don't you?" Poe asked, as he fought back his own tears.

His words made you freeze for a moment. You had no idea what to tell him.

End of scene 1

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[badlybruisedagain-blog]

Sick of losing soulmates [ ˡᵒᵍᶤᶜᵃˡᶤᵗʸ ]

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Patton Foster. Or better known as "The dad figure" to everyone. This was because he cared for everyone as his child or a best friend. The male was an only child which made him branch out and become a social butterfly, talking with everyone. Good or bad. As the years went he had crushes, dated a few people but when college came around. He had hopelessly fallen in love with a man named Roman Sanchez. This male made Patton's heart skip a beat and his stomach flutter with butterflies. He loved him from the moment they talked at a college party and everyone had picked someone and he knew he had found his soulmate. The one. Or at least he thought so. But after being together for a couple years. Two and a half years to be exact. They got engaged at the beginning of December. Everything was smooth sailing and they were planning to get married once their senior year was over. But Patton hadn't known about the cheating his fiance, Roman was doing with another. He didn't know his soon to be husband was sleeping with a male named Virgil Vexx. A year behind Patton and Roman. He didn't know until he saw a letter plastered on their front apartment door that explained what Roman had been doing and done. All his fiance's clothes and little items were gone when he entered the apartment. But Roman left behind all the songs, poetry, and letters he had written to Patton. This shattered Patton's fragile heart. 

Every poem and song Roman had ever written, spoken, and sang to Patton just seemed to break his heart and make him feel like there was nothing anymore. That there was no one. A few weeks had grown by and it was close to the end of December. Just two days after Christmas. Patton was still heartbroken and somber looking as he walked around the campus of Cresting Heights. His grades had dropped immensely and he sometimes didn't even show up to class. His heart was heavy and motivation to leave the apartment was becoming worried some. He had decided to begin shredding or burning the letters, poems, and songs he kept that Roman had given Host. After finishing with what he was doing, his hands were cut and slightly red from him burning and shredding the papers. He felt a little relief but realized what he was doing. He thought more and more. his mind clouding up before he just grabbed a jacket and raced out the door. He didn't want to be alone with his thoughts or himself anymore. Patton knew he couldn't just sulk and hurt himself.

Patton had run for a few minutes, to just make sure he was far away from his apartment. His running had caused him to make it about six blocks and end up by a frozen water fountain near the college campus. His breathing harsh and becoming clouds that left his shivering lips. He hadn't planned this out well which he never did because he sometimes acted out on impulse. The male to regain himself and looked around with fogged glasses, beginning to slowly walk now. It was growing colder in the time Patton was outside in the snowy weather. Fifteen minutes, The hazel-colored eyed male could care less but a side of him was urging him to go back home and just cry. Hideaway again and he just had to ignore that side. His eyebrows furrowed as he just closed his eyes to breathe in and out for a few seconds, but when he stopped to breathe. He could feel the snow becoming heavier and the wind beginning to howl louder. But for some reason, he stayed where he was and slowly extended his arm out with the palm facing up to catch the snowflakes. But they just melted in his hand.

Patton's eyes fluttered open as he was looking straight ahead as those glossed hazle eyes just stared at a lamp that showed the snow falling down. His body began to move towards a bench that was just a few feet away and when he approached it. His hands began to clean off a small spot so he could sit there by himself and just bask in the snowy weather for now to calm his nerves. He started to shiver a little as he felt a few snowflakes land on his brunette colored hair that stayed but some of the flakes melted. He had tears running down his cheeks, dripping down from his chin as he hiccuped out. His mind began to replay memories of how he and Roman would have snowball fights and then afterward would cuddle under a heated blanket but that was now all gone and dead. It was to never happen again. Patton wished he could just be held and told sweet things to relax his nerves but he would never get that again. He let out a cracked sob of heartache as he tried to stop the tears flowing from his cheeks and onto the snowy concrete ground. Patton figured no one would hear his cry of a broken heart but someone did. It was faint to them but they heard it. This person couldn't simply ignore it.

"Patton?" A light and almost monotone male voice spoke as those hazel colored eyes looked up to see Logan Berry. They have talked before but it was mostly in class when they bumped into each other around the campus. The two of them were more acquaintances than friends. But the sobbing male turned away from the dark blue eyed male who had said his name so flat like. It made the feeling of being small greater than before. This caused him to be quiet but for some reason, his lips opened up to speak. It seemed his heart wanted to spill out everything. "Th-that's me...don't wear it out..." Patton spoke with a joke or at least trying to so that he could play off that he was fine. He is lying to himself that he is fine. He was shattered and in agony.  The joke that the sobbing male has said, earned a scoff from Logan who sat beside the other. 

"You aren't adequate. I heard you crying and thought maybe I could help you. Or at least know why you are out here at this time of night with no scarf, gloves, and proper boots to wear."  Logan explained while he pointed to Patton's clothing. He did have a point since the other was only wearing a jacket to be warm. It was worrisome to Logan but he internalized that. The logical male was not one to understand emotions or feelings. Especially his own. Although he wasn't skillful about comforting others in their time of need. For some reason, he wanted to help Patton and be a support. A strange feeling boiling in his stomach. "I wish to understand why you are crying and how I may help you...?" Logan was confident at the beginning of his sentence but it turned into a question at the end.

"Roman cheated on me with some guy named Virgil...And I keep thinking of how I messed up in our relationship. Did I not care for him or his needs as much as I should? Did I go too fast when I said yes to his proposal? Was I not good enough for him..." Patton choked out on his words because it seemed to be what was always on his mind nowadays. His bottom lip beginning to quiver since this was the first time he had talked to anyone about what had happened to him and Roman. It was good to express your emotions and speak about what was bothering you but it pained the other to even speak. So he bit his lip to hold back any noise he was making which was sobs and hiccups. "I always think about him...I always think I was not good enough...Logan, he made me feel so loved but he hurt me by leaving, by cheating on me. I must have done somethi-"

 "Patton. You are not at fault for him cheating on you. Humans tend to do this when they feel like something is failing in a relation-" Logan soon paused because he began to realize that is word choice would not fit well. It would only upset Patton more than before and he did not want that for the heartbroken male. "I will rephrase that and say...Him cheating may result in something within in himself. But it could have been just for the fact he could cheat and did so which lead to him leaving. many factors come into play when it comes to cheating and men are most likely to cheat than women." The logical male didn't know why he was just spilling out facts instead of truly helping Patton in this current situation. It began to make him uneasy but he had to push it away. "Patton what I am trying to say is that none of this is your fault. You are not the reason why he cheated. If I may add. I feel...ugh, look at me saying feel. I 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 like he has tossed away a stable relationship in order to be with someone else. You don't deserve that. No one does."

This was confusing Patton but he had cracked a sad but light smile because the other male was trying to help and make him feel not like this was his fault. It was pleasant to have Logan here with him. He turned a little to face the other male and those hazel colored eyes were glossed over but a small giggle escaped his lips. "Logan, you're the first person I talked to about what happened. I can't express h-how happy I am that you came along. You're to help and listen which I give you props for...But I am still unsure of what to do. I feel like I am drowning in my thoughts and emotions when I am home by myself." Patton's voice cracked a little as he turned away because tears were beginning to travel from his eyes down his cheek and chin to his lap now. He also didn't want to cry in front of Logan and be judged. "He is probably better off with Virgil anyways, rig-" And once again Patton was cut.

When Logan cut of Patton it was by a plaid blue scarf being wrapped around the other's neck gently and pulled some to wipe the tears. The logical male was not well with comforting others but if he knew one thing. He knew people needed a comforting touch. "Patton, listen. This is may a rough time for you but you can not believe that this was all your fault. I do not understand how you feel but I am trying to. But, if I may suggest to you. That if you begin to experience this drowning feeling and feel like you can't escape. That you may call me. I do not offer this to anyone but for you... I want to be there and become a support for you..." His words began to trail off since he was uncertain about this offer he had given Patton. He pondered if the other male would take his offer. 

"Logan...I will take the offer that you have given me. Thank you for having the time to talk to me." Patton softly spoke out as he felt the warmth of the scarf on his neck, taking an inhale of the scent. It smelt like a fireplace. It was comforting and it relaxed Patton greatly since he hadn't smelt anything like this before. On somebody. His eyes fluttered shut for a few seconds to take in the scent a little and listen to the winds howl die down a little. But when he fluttered his eyes open, his head cocked to the side when he saw Logan

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 wιтнoυт yoυ

 вrave ғace тalĸ ѕo lιgнтly,

 нιde тнe тrυтн

#logicality #thomas sanders #logan #patton #sanders sides #virgil #roman #heartache #winter #crying #emotions #fluff #sweet boys #ship #song reference #soulmates #cheating #royality

[myheartbeatskids]

There's a reason why you just trust people like this...

What kind of people did you ask?

Those that have been with their soulmate for So long they dont even think about what happens during that quickie when no one is looking.

For those of y'all that have had the greatest sex ever you know what i mean. That intense wetness that is like "Call the military, we need Noah's Ark brought in, the Earth will flood if you don't stop us!"

Okay Okay you kids with soul mates that aren't dead or been in prison probably don't know... Because you ain't had sex with someone other than your soulmate.

Cause she was all "for real its not like that with every one you have sex with?"

Hell no. It definitely is not.

What was most quizzical to me was did this happen before or after he pulled his pants on?

Now correct me if I'm wrong but these are jeans and not slacks... Like jeans are the thickest and most rugged material ever.

Matthew Hagan interrupts "OMG I feel like I've never had sex before! That's never happened to me! Never!"

Trust me. If she was that wet it would went all the way to his belt buckle if his pants were on during.

Which means he hurriedly pulled his pants back up over the flood without drying. Lucky for him girls are not sticky like boys otherwise I'd imagine the pain pulling those down after they dried.

So one problem that I will point out they did was she has a shawl that matches his pants so he could had wrapped it around his waist for a fashion accessory.

Or dried his loins before allowing her King to put himself back in his garage. Or pull out into the street however you want to look at it.

So I know here in the Americas some of us sleep around. And I know yall do too South. ;) ;) So don't front!

But further more most people touch themselves and so we know a dry day thats all I'm gonna say.

So i asked and this was not purposely done and i can tell by the shocked laughter it wss not.

So looking at that dry dry land of Pakistan with a mountain glacier in the background of the original photo..

It speaks Loudly of our need for Soulmates in the world.

Because sex with your soulmate is every time no matter what, creating moisture that will stop global warming and create a pure liquid that will evaporate and cause clean rain fall from you guessed it -- Mother Nature.

So now many many more toys can be flushed down the toilet by Matthew Hagan who has no ideas that sex with his soulmate is like dipping his Dick in the toilet. All due to these two having sex in desert climates!!

Now Now. Steven Lucas and I have had sex like this but both our soulmates were dead. And we both had permission and they didn't have sex and My William kinda showed him how to do it proper -- but both of us were thinking about our soulmates who were there and projecting themselves.

Now the other William that is curly mop topped and blue eyes that is Steven Lucas' Twin also has the same issue and was my William's best friend. And they look alike. So you know that was wet and wild.

But my ex Husband? Nope. 264 different people I've had sexual relations with. 86 of these people and i could have prevented global warming.

32.6% that's not even one third which just... Well i had a lot of bad one night stands. Wake up ehh... Nah life with you would be okay but it would suck!!

Then that 32.6% I couldn't ever hurt in my life. I had to protect. Because they cared about me but also their soulmate and our minds would always think about them and so never would either of us be devoted to each other which would mean we cheated ourselves and Earth of the truth.

None of us could risk losing World Peace over a relationship.

I got pregnant by a baster. Like a turkey baster. Artificial insemination. So she is William's because Jesse James and his Team of Outlaw Brothers froze it.

And so the point is.

Think about yourselves and your sexual relations. And realize you need to go get DNA tested to find your soulmate

Because it's not just a boyfriend or girlfriend, its a whole new world. Things you never believed to be possible. Unimaginable things like incredible sex every single day 90 times a day. Not kidding.

Hey I'm may be 39 years old. Celibate since my divorce and had less sexual partners than sex everyday for one year.

So, i know what I'm talking about but the best sex i have is with a ghost. And i can't because hes dead. And so you need to. Because I know it will make you a better human and a happier one and it will change you to be the best person in the world.

And if he was alive. I would had sex at least 364 days this year or 9 times in one day to make up for a missed afternoon.

If you have sexual relations everyday while pregnant the baby slides out in like 15 minutes. If not it takes 45 and your body gets ripped apart. And you never forget that pain.

And also you stop global warming!

And so men you're all absolute royalty because I know 264 of you tuck your penis upwards when you are done so you don't walk around looking like a compass.

As you can also tell on William with that direct vertical slant upwards in the wet spot.

So Fashion Police and dry off!

DNA4U police and go drop by your local airport or police station or Planned Parenthod and find out what God intended for you, what you deserve in life.

Not the crapshoot you got and don't deserve. Hey my son loved serving the world making Dildos for people like his family, moms who miss him too much but won't go in the street anymore. Its safest he says not to.

But we all deserve a nice warm loving body and not just a ghost.

So don't be a ghost of yourself!! Be all you can be! Be an Adventure! Be Happy! Be loved!! Get what you deserve!!!