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chicken-fifi · 4 months

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BTS Reaction | They Think You’re Friends With Them for the Fame

Pairing: BTS Memebers x Reader

Requested by anon: Can I pls request a BTS headcanons? They have a crush on their female friend who is not a celebrity, so they can't confess to her because of their reputation/job, but they are really close. One day someone from their company revealed a sensitive information about them. So, the members and the company accused her of it because they thought that she was only with them to become famous. They also told her many hurtful things. But later it was revealed that it was not her and they try to reconcile with her but it was too late. Can you please make it as angst?

Genre: angst

A/n: currently listening to bts for the week on my commute to uni!

Tunes: no music, watching Kim of Queens

Jin:

In all honestly the damage that was dealt was hard to look past

Seokjin when overboard in his accusation

He was nothing short of vile and horrible you

But you can’t really blame him

I mean this is livelihood and you’re

Or rather were

His best friend

So a betrayal from you would’ve been by far the worst

His one friend

So close to him who never seemed to care about his celebrity status

And this happened?

The pain that comes with it once he realizes he’s screwed up

And that nothing he does will fix that is a tough pill to swallow

Suga:

Kinda hard here for me

Cause Yoongi is already a quiet one

But when it comes to you, he’s never quiet

So the fact that it’s radio silent from the time the leak occurs

To when he end up confronting you about it

Shouldn’t come as a shock

And the amount of calm and distance he sets once he does confront you is honestly terrifying

Getting his trust back is tough

But him earning yours back one he realizes he’s made a horrible mistake is even harder

But he tries to make things right

If there’s one thing I say with confidence is that

J-Hope:

Hobi’s the one who’s the scariest when mad?

I’m making that up?

Well, if I am….

Just roll with it

Hoseok is so serious and stoic that it’s genuinely scary to be on the receiving end of that coldness

And he gets heated when he brings up the issue

Voice raise, eyes on fire

If fear doesn’t strike you at that moment….

Well, idk what to tell ya

He says some pretty vile things to you too

And when he realizes his mistake

The shame that he feels is immense

So much so that he can barely look you in the eye as he begs on his knees for your forgiveness

RM:

Similar to Suga in that’s Namjoon’s on the quiet side when it comes to the issue

He doesn’t bring it up immediately though

He takes some time and is much more silent than usual as he takes some time to think

He doesn’t want to do something rash

But he also can’t help but think that you would do something like this

In mind, as much as he may think he knows you

He really feels as though he doesn’t know a damn thing about you

When he finally approaches the subject with you

It gets fired up pretty quickly and ends with a mutual loss of trust

For many reasons

When the truth comes out that it wasn’t you

Guilt

Just pure guilt

And he doesn’t have the heart to tell you everything to your face

So he writes a letter

Voices everything there and prays you will at least read it

Jimin:

Heartbroken

Betrayed

Hurt

Confused

So many emotions are going through Jimin’s mind as he processes this information

I wouldn’t be surprised if he started crying when he asks you about it

But he’s also so frustrated with the situation that he can’t really listen to you

He’s heartbroken and angry and gosh it’s hard

In his feelings he accuses you and it doesn’t well

When he does realize that he’s in the wrong

He on your front step

Tears streaming down his face again as he apologizes for not trusting you

For being so quick to jump ship

And that he understands if he’s already lost your friendship

Because even he would struggle to forgive himself

He does struggle to forgive himself

You can’t tell me he would go to the Wooga Squad for help

And the members

As much as he would want to keep it between the two of you

Taehyung needs some advice from people he can trust to make sure he’s not going overboard

And ultimately they can’t give him much

It’s best for them to stay out of it and let you two handle it

The initial conversation starts off quite mature

But it goes down south as you both struggle to see eye to eye and understand one another

Emotions run high, but you both stop the conversation before it gets too bad

But damage has already been dealt

But compared to the rest probably on the less serious side?

When he does apologize, it’s rough

You can’t undo what’s been done, but ultimately here

You guys are a thousand steps ahead of the game

Jungkook:

Sweet little Jeongguk

The tears this man will shed

It breaks my heart thinking about it tbh

He’s a stubborn one too though

He won’t budge even while in tears as he confronts you about it

You cry seen him hurt and not trust you being his friend for the sake of having a friend

Nothing is said other than the whole trust thing and a word or two that was said in the moment

And upon the realization of his screw up

He’s still stubborn about it, but not for long

(5 minutes)

He’s apologizing and recognizing his mistakes

#kpop #kpop reactions #bts #bts masterlist #bts reactions #rm #jin #suga #j-hope #jimin #v #jungkook

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archaneanscribe · 3 years

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Finally Taking the Trip to Jupiter

Vague spoilers for MGS4. Also xtremely fucking sad fair warning lol

“Snake... Dave?” Hal immediately corrected himself upon entering the room. The veteran’s (finally they could use that term, with there truly being no fights left to fight) request to drop the codenames they had maintained for nearly a decade had been a little sudden, but entirely understandable, “We think we’ve found a place to stay, for the moment. A nice house, close enough to a town that Sunny can go to school in, but far enough ouy most folks will leave us alone.”

David simply nodded- taking a deep breath that would normally be an intake of smoke into his lungs, but he was sincere in his declaration of quitting. Even if it wasn’t for very long, he could do that much for Sunny and Hal, after all this time. The tech wiz stood awkwardly in the doorframe, posture so closed in on himself David would see the gangly nerd he once was before he had started spending more time eating and moving around than seated in front of a computer.

He still did plenty of that, but years on the run had shifted the ratio considerably until just recently.

“Out with it, Hal,” he croaked out in a voice that was becoming increasingly unfamiliar to both of them. This seemed to shock his companion out of his own thoughts, and he finally moved closer.

“Ah, well, you see- what do you want for your last name, Dave? You know I’ll be formalizing Sunny’s adoption, which means we’ll finally be obtaining,” emphasis was put on the word, because in reality it meant forging, “papers for her, and I thought you’d probably be in need of some too. We can use whatever is on your birth certificate, but if you want to pick something out yourself...”

A smile formed under Dave’s mustache.

“I already know what I’m using.”

Hal perked up, “You do? What is it?”

With the same simple, to the point gruffness he would never quite be rid of, the one legendary soldier answered in a single word.

“Emmerich.”

All sounds except the Nomad’s machinery working overtime on her last voyage and David’s unfortunately heavy breathing ceased for an eternally long moment, Hal’s face journeying between every emotion he possessed. Tears pooled at the corners of his eyes, and his attempt to stifle his sniffles failed.

He probably wouldn’t have admitted it at the beginning, but something David had always loved about Hal was his ability to keep crying. No matter the hardships he faced, the traumas, the evils and cruelties he bore witness too, he didn’t run out of tears. His compassion was a well that ran deep, and those tears were just a result of it overflowing.

“Dave...of, of course,” his expression betrayed some amusement past the waterworks, “Do you want me to list you as my brother, or-”

“You know exactly what it’s going to say, Hal.”

They both laughed now, such different sounds than it was just a year ago even. David had been sitting on the edge of the bed, and Hal had been across the room, but that distance closed as Hal kneeled on the floor, placing his hands on David’s knees. It was a gesture that David had previously classified as pitying, but he knew better, now.

It wasn’t for his comfort at all.

“Thank you, David.”

David had half a mind to ask what it was like to kiss an old man with a mustache, but they didn’t have the time for jokes like that anymore, so he just closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

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The eyeroll David had given when Hal told him the name of the town they’d be living in was named Jupiter was so legendary it surpassed his previous exploits with ease. But, despite how silly it was, he couldn’t deny the warmth in his chest.

They’d gotten their trip to Jupiter, just a little late.

Jupiter, Washington, was as small as a small mountain town got. It didn’t even have an elementary school for Sunny to attend (she was bussed to the neighboring, larger town). Most residents were the descendants of the people who had first lived there, so their new faces stuck out for awhile, but they eventually concluded what was essentially the truth, albeit missing some key details, and moved on- they were just two retirees, hoping to live out what was left of the older one’s life in peace with their orphaned granddaughter, nothing exciting.

Hal laughed at how huffy David had gotten at the granddaughter comments.

For the first month, their time there was peaceful. Content. Happy.

The second month, David starting being able to spend less and less time out of bed.

In the third month, he took Hal aside.

“You should stop sleeping in the same bed as me.”

His husband was a genius, he knew exactly why, but he still asked anyway.

“Don’t make me say it.”

That he didn’t want Hal to wake up one sunny spring morning cuddling a corpse.

Tears were shed, as they always were, but he complied nonetheless. All of David’s belongings were transferred to the guest bedroom (Hal had tried to convince him to stay in the master bedroom, it was more comfortable, but David was adamant- that was where Hal would be staying in the future, and he didn’t want his ghost lingering in the air whenever he slept).

On the first day of the fourth month, right after sending Sunny off to school, Hal told him they were getting a dog for her.

“She loves those chickens, and I thought she might like another pet.”

“Or is it to replace me?” he asked, morbid mirth nearly buried under the pure gravel that had become his voice, “Seems to fit perfectly.”

Hal’s eyes, sad and weary, seemed to want nothing to do with this conversation, but he participated for his partner’s sake, “How so?”

“It’ll bark at strangers, bite the hand that feeds, and just generally be a pain in your ass.”

Despite himself Hal did laugh, not entirely bitter, “We’ll train it better than that.”

“Don’t train it too well. Won’t remind you enough of me.”

Fifth month, they had a dog. Rex, a joke on two layers- a name so common it was funny, and a reminder of one man’s shame that he’d never quite shake off. Not a husky, because while that would please David, they’d be keeping it long term and that level of energy just wouldn’t suit their needs. Rex was an adolescent Golden Retriever.

The dog of the American dream.

Almost like he could tell David wouldn’t be around long enough to justify getting attached, Rex mostly ignored him. The feeling was mutual.

Sunny loved them both dearly, and that was enough.

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They had been there half a year, and Sunny made them breakfast. Her specialty, eggs fried to methodical perfection, toast just a little browner than anyone would like, maple sausage microwaved for ten seconds more than the instructions said just to make sure they were thoroughly cooked, and a glass of pulpless orange juice tucked precariously into the crook of her arm as she carried the meal to Uncle Dave’s bedroom.

It was two minutes after Hal watched Sunny depart from the kitchen that he heard a loud crash, glass and ceramic shattering, followed by Rex’s insistent barking and whining. He was on his feet and rushed to the scene, fearing the worst and finding exactly that.

“Oh, Sunny... Sunny...”

“U-Uncle H-Hal,” she barely managed through her cries. Rex, to his credit, ignored the food on the ground and nuzzled at her face, whining, confused and upset by the noises of unparalleled distress his beloved human was emitting. Stifling his own grief, Hal went over to the young girl and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

He didn’t do a great job at holding that grief in after all.

“Sunny, Sunny, Sunny... I’m so sorry... I should have checked up on him when I woke up... It’s okay, Sunny...”

“H-He’s d-d-dead. J-Just,” her stutter was exacerbated by her choking sobs, “J-Just l-like my m-mother.”

The downside of having such a bright child was that you couldn’t shield them from life’s harsh realities that easily. There was no convincing Sunny that Uncle Dave was with the birds in the clouds, or any other such comforting tale.

He was dead and gone, and she knew that.

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The gravestone read:

David Emmerich

Beloved father and husband.

All three of those titles were ones he had only worn for six months, but he had worn them with honor.•

#otasune #snotacon #jupiter family #sunny emmerich #hal emmerich #otacon #solid snake #mgs #mgs4 #metal gear solid #metal gear solid 4 #fanfic #fanfiction #suu's scribbles #this shit made me so sad to write i literally cried planning it #i have only watched most of mgs4 not played it thats why the spoilers are vague lol

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cdyssey · 3 years

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Summary: After Nick arrives at the beach house, Frankie escapes to her studio to process her emotions. Post 7x04.

A/N: I've had such Grace and Frankie brain rot these past few days that I figured I should put it to good use and write another fic. It was really fascinating to try Frankie's POV. Lily Tomlin imbues her with a lot of subtle pathos that I totally wish the show would explicitly explore more.

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Frankie excuses herself to the studio for dinner, so she can process her very big, astonishingly inappropriate, and entirely overwhelming emotions without resorting to calling Nick a “wavy-haired, Pierce Brosnan wannabe douche canoe.”

As delightful (and totally true) of a turn a phrase that it is, even she knows that saying it aloud would be trespassing a boundary that she’s sworn herself never to cross: Grace is married.

Unhappily married, maybe.

Complicatedly married at the very least.

But until the day that they mutually say “I do” to divorce papers, there isn’t enough room for three people in the Skolka marriage, however much that Grace—bless her increasingly unthawing heart—tries to ensure otherwise.

So Frankie lets the newly reunited couple have their dinner alone under the guise of a generosity that she doesn’t exactly feel, and she takes leftover pasta into her studio to moodily pick around the bowl until her fettuccine looks less like fettuccine and more like unevenly perforated confetti.

(Woo fucking hoo.)

After a few minutes of this aggressively unconstructive practice, she places her nearly full bowl on a nearby work table and stretches out across her paint-stained couch, staring at the ceiling and resisting the reactionary urge to light a joint. Mary J might help her feel better for the present moment, but tomorrow morning, she’d still wake up and feel invaded in her own home.

Paradoxically, she’d also feel alone, goddammit.

She pulls her shawl more tightly around her shoulders against an invisible and piercing chill.

Frankie hates feeling lonely.

She spiraled when Grace lived in the penthouse. She nearly self-destructed to fill the gaping void that her roommate, her friend, her practical and beloved soulmate left behind. There was a period where she didn’t wash her clothes and ate a lot of admittedly non-vegan takeout. There were nights when she’d lay awake in her awfully huge bed, staring at the empty space where Sol used to sleep, and have the familiar waking nightmare of spending her final years in forced solitude. She was happy with Jack, and then Jacob—sweet Jacob—came around too, and she did something she still feels fucking ashamed about: she hurt both of them, and she lied when she said that she had just wanted to have some fun.

She knows herself.

Intimately.

She‘d been scared of being alone again, so she tried to hold on to two people who were helping her to stave the awful feeling away. Those men wanted her, and Frankie used them. They wanted her, and she pathologically loves to feel wanted because she sometimes and irrationally fears that she might not be needed.

To be fair to her irrational fears, all the people she’s ever needed and felt needed by have hurt her before.

Sol cheated on her for twenty years.

Her own sons stuck her in a nursing home.

Grace just fucking left her.

She eloped in Vegas like a blushing twenty-one year old bride and just disappeared.

She says it was a mistake; she sat across Frankie in a sunlit restaurant and candidly told her that she didn’t like the person she had become when she married Nick.

And to be completely fair to her, Grace has been adamant about not wanting to leave again—so perhaps she never will—but if her husband is here to stay, it's also a distinct possibility that she’ll never have to make the choice to physically leave to… well… leave.

She can perpetually honeymoon with Nick and still call Frankie home.

It could be a happy ending for Grace… and a fresh new hell for Frankie, who'd just started to feel secure again.

God knows she wants her best friend to be happy, but the big man in the sky must also surely understand that she had hoped that she alone could be enough for Grace, that this unconventional life spent together in the beach house—so crazy, so weird, and so inextricably entangled—would be their shared happily ever after.

But even as she thinks it, the vestiges of her clearly misplaced optimism begin to evade her, dregs now at the bottom of an already drained cup.

She and Grace aren't married.

It’s always been an objective fact.

Tonight, it feels more like an unpleasant reality.

When the door leading into her studio suddenly flies open, Frankie barely has enough time to swipe the back of her hand across her eyes before she sits up to find none other than the lady of the hour.

Her collared shirt popped up stiffly around her neck, a martini glass surgically glued to her right hand, Grace looks quintessentially herself as she walks in, even down to the minutiae of her trademark I'm-angry-at-the-world-and-everyone-in-it expression—brow furrowed and eyes Medusa cold. After all but slamming the door, she stalks over within a few clicks of her practical but unmistakably high heels.

“Well, hello to you, too, Sunshine,” Frankie greets wryly, hoping to hell and back that her face isn’t as red as it feels.

It’s a tall order, though.

Alas, she was gifted (or equally cursed) with an exceptionally expressive face.

“Frankie, this is nonsense,” Grace says bluntly, using her martini glass like a pointer and leveling it straight at her head. “Come back to the house—your house—and have dinner with us.”

It’s the authoritarian nature of the demand that rifles Frankie.

Frankly, it pisses her off.

She’s always been a rebel contrarian.

“And by us, you mean you and your house arrested husband, right?” She returns evenly. She betrays herself by raising a single and devastatingly skeptical brow. “The man with whom you should be having a very emotionally honest conversation with right now about the parameters of your jacked up relationship?”

Grace shifts her weight from heel to heel and glances away a little too quickly for the gesture to be entirely natural. Frankie had blatantly stricken a pulsing nerve, and the guilt of doing so immediately swallows her.

She shouldn’t be so hard on her friend.

(She doesn’t know why it’s permissible to be equally hard on herself.)

“Well, I tried to have that conversation, thank you very much, but then I ended up wanting to claw Nick’s eyes out.” The obvious follow up question must shine in Frankie’s face because sighing infinitesimally through her nostrils, Grace adds, “His attorney argued that my advanced age and apparent capability to croak at any moment were reasons enough to grant Nick leniency. They let him out so he could take care of me—whatever the hell that means.”

Her no-nonsense voice never falters as she delivers the brutal words, but her eyes undermine her, seething with emotion, simply roiling. They tell a story of horror and disgust and searing, absolute betrayal; they’re heavy all over with sadness and the indelicate trappings of all her raw and mercilessly exposed fears.

Frankie understands immediately.

Nick used one of Grace’s deepest insecurities as a get-out-of-jail-free card.

Being eighty-two years old.

But perhaps more accurately, feeling like it.

“Oh, honey,” Frankie melts. She can do nothing else but melt, to be suddenly overcome with fierce, protective, and terrifying love for the woman in front of her. “That fucking bastard.”

Grace immediately laughs, the sound hoarse and watery and a little unhinged all at the exact same time.

“Tell me about it,” she half-smiles and takes the swearing as a rightful invitation to join Frankie on the couch. With a gentle clink, she sets her half-emptied martini glass on the table next to Frankie’s completely full pasta bowl. “I said the exact same thing.”

When she chooses to sit close enough that their shoulders are brushing, Frankie intuitively knows that this is petty defiance against Nick for daring to intrude upon them and the world they've so carefully created together.

She temples Grace’s nearest hand with her own in an attempt to silently communicate that this right here—whatever this is between them—is love.

“So, please”—Grace squeezes her hand back—“please don’t be angry with me… I… I didn’t want this. You know I didn’t want this. I don’t want him to even be here.”

Frankie stares openly at her best friend.

Wide-eyed and hopeful against her self-loathing, self-centered will, she searches her broken face like it's revelatory.

It's stunningly rare that Grace Hanson ever articulates her wants so clearly. Forty years of an emotionally repressive marriage did their number and toll on her. She pedestalized rigid decorum over every conscious desire.

She played by the rules even if they hurt her.

And drank herself to oblivion on many a night to forget the very fact that she was hurt.

To deny herself the honesty she’d somehow convinced herself that she didn’t deserve.

“… you know this is your husband we’re talking about here, right?” It’s a rhetorical question. Frankie's pretty sure that they both fucking know that it’s insane that this conversation—that this entire situation as a whole—is happening.

“I know,” Grace replies firmly. “Believe me, I'm well aware. But you’re… you’re my partner, Frankie, and if I can’t be upfront with you, then I don’t know who else I can turn to.”

The very word partner sends shivers down her spine, and the shivers collect like butterflies in her already churning belly.

It’s just a word, she tells herself.

She scolds.

Grace doesn’t mean anything by it.

It's a label, and Grace doesn't do labels anymore.

“I... I wasn’t mad at you, Grace,” she finally admits. It's easier to do than questioning the extent to which her roommate would give up the world for her, but all the same, her voice is frighteningly weak, a pale imitation of everything Frankie usually projects herself to be: confident, cheerful, unshakeable, unshaken. Suddenly, it hits her that it’s been a very long time since she’s been so openly vulnerable, too. “I'm not even really all that mad at your jailbird husband either. I was just scared, and when I get scared, I skitter like a nervous little bug."

She shuts down.

She spirals.

She tries to put a smile on her face for the people who love her all the same.

And then she lies awake at night, drowning in the sheets of an empty bed.

Thinking about how she should probably tell someone that everything hurts.

But she’s Frankie, and she doesn’t do that.

Grace perpetually convinces herself that she doesn’t deserve honesty; Frankie has come to fear that no one wants her own.

“Were you scared of me?” Grace asks quietly, her grip so tight now that it almost stings.

“Frankie…” She presses when a few heartbeats of silence stagger by, limping painfully on all fours, pronouncing so many unspoken and profound hurts.

“Of losing you, Grace,” she confesses, the words defeated and scraped raw. She forcefully tugs her hand away from Grace's just to temple her own hands together on her lap, to lick her sundry and shining wounds in a private corner. “I was scared of losing you, of being alone again in this big, empty house… and I don’t like being alone.”

She can’t bear to look at Grace as she says it, staring at the paint-flecked floor without ever really seeing it, her eyes burning.

She wishes they’d stop burning but feels the precise moment when they begin to leak anyway.

It’s all so embarrassing.

And childish.

Frankie is an eighty-year old woman, and she shouldn’t be upset over her best friend having a goddamn life.

She should be happy for her, fucking ecstatic.

And yet, she's—

But before she can complete the miserable thought, her body becomes aware of another sensation entirely—warm arms enveloping her from the side and inexorably pulling her in, turning the space that once existed between two bodies—between them—intangible, negligible.

Grace.

Shock turns into realization, and realization transforms into aching, sweeping relief.

It can only be Grace.

Grace’s soft lips pressed to her cheek.

Grace’s fingertips curling into the fabric of her dress.

Grace’s nose against her neck as she slides her sharp chin across her shoulder.

“I’m not leaving you, Frances Bergstein,” she declares. “Whatever happens between me and Nick, in the end, it’s going to be just you and me in this house that is our damn home. I swear that to you. I’d tell you every day just to prove it to you.”

Oh, these words.

These beautiful, tender, and long-needed-to-hear words.

They’re just words, she could tell herself again.

She could lie.

She could convince herself if she had to.

She could conveniently forget that Grace Hanson uses language carefully, that she employs every sentence with scalpel-like precision.

Or... more complicatedly still... Frankie could believe her.

Frankie could blindly accept these words for what they are, as manifest confirmation that she is loved by another—prioritized and cared for and needed.

She could be Grace’s partner and let that incredible word be electrically charged with so many complex and ridiculous and extraordinary ideas, none of which are traditional, and all of which feel true.

She could believe in her even if belief is not simple, even if belief is a product, first and foremost, of trust.

And Grace has certainly lost her trust before, but goddammit, she's earned it so many times, too.

“Oh, God,” Frankie laughs in such a way that it’s stupidly clear that she’s crying as Grace rubs slow circles into her back with her thumb. “This is all messed up. You’re the one with a house arrested, tax evading husband. I should be the one comforting you.”

“The house arrested, tax evading husband doesn’t particularly faze me,” Grace chuckles, her voice low. “Seeing you hurting and upset does. My priorities are remarkably straight.”

“I’m not sure you know the meaning of that word,” she smiles weakly as they slowly and clumsily begin to extricate themselves from their tangled embrace.

It’s hard to find themselves again.

To be apart.

“But I do,” Grace protests, emphatic and indignant and maybe even a few shades righteously pissed. “You’re the person I wanna share this crazy life with at the end of the day and every day. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Because every day is an incredibly long time to be with me,” Frankie offers meekly, giving her one more perfect and easily acceptable copout, a neatly packaged excuse.

She can be too much.

She knows this.

“It’s just the right amount of time to be with you,” Grace murmurs, reaching up to brush an errant tear away from Frankie’s cheek, her thumb lingering, her quivering palm. “You’re kind enough to love me, and I’m lucky enough to be loved by you... so let me return the favor, Frankie. Let me be here for you."

And to Grace’s credit in this fleeting moment, she continues to hold Frankie.

It's a promise to never let her go.

#grace and frankie #grace hanson #frankie bergstein #grace x frankie #grace and frankie spoilers #reginianwrites #s: grace and frankie

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capsironunderoos · 4 years

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The Awakening

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Request: @hains-j “Could you do an alternate version of The Awakening where the reader tries to return him to the light so she reveals she’s pregnant?”

Warnings: Sad Anakin, childbirth, death

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s Note: Thank you for requesting this! I hope I was able to capture what you wanted! But basically, this fic starts out similarly to the original The Awakening, but has a way better ending lollll. Anyways, enjoy!

Masterlist

Your feet couldn’t move down the ramp of your ship fast enough.

The door hadn’t been granted time to even meet the dirt below before you were bounding down it, your feet hitting the metal harshly.

“Anakin!” You yelled, your voice cracking as your lungs began to heave.

“(Y/N)!”

Your eyes went wide as you stopped at the bottom of the ramp of your ship and looked around, desperately willing Anakin to appear in front of you.

A quick glance to your left and he was there, across a gorge but quickly making his way to you.

The Force shifted oddly around him now, almost skittering out of his way as if he were parting crowds to get to you.

The Force knew this was wrong.

That he was wrong.

That you were wrong.

The realization settled onto your heart and in the corners of your mind but it’s daunting weight would have to be dealt with later.

Anakin’s foot falls against the harsh red dirt pulled you from your thoughts and you looked up at him as he stopped in front of you.

One look at each other and the mutual understanding that something wasn’t right was passed between you.

Your face crumbled, showing an emotion so deep that Anakin felt what was left of his heart constrict and tighten, almost uncomfortably so.

You rushed into his arms, pulling him against you with such force he staggered for a moment before regaining his footing and wrapping his arms around you.

Your face was pressed into his chest, the smoke of the burning planet around you invading your senses. He no longer smelled of himself.

You could hear his heart beating in his chest and it sounded as if someone had pulled out the heart you loved and replaced it with a machine.

This was not your Anakin.

“I came as soon as I could.”

You stated frantically, pushing yourself away from him to hold him at arms length and check him for injuries.

He just blinked and watched you, a faint smirk on his lips but his eyes, his eyes were not with you. They were seeing things you could not dare imagine.

“I heard something about you and the younglings and oh,” your chest tightened at the alarm that crossed his features, “Ani please, please my darling tell me it was a lie.”

The end of your sentence left your lips in a whisper, and Anakin wanted to take it all back right then and there.

The terror, anger, and fear reflecting themselves in your eyes was too much for him to look at.

He had never known you to harbor such passionate and consuming emotions.

He was doing this to you.

The reckoning.

Your reckoning.

He looks away from you to avoid your eyes and your heart begins to beat so fast you fear it’ll explode and kill you right then and there.

“Anakin look at me.” You whisper and his head turns further away from you.

Tears well up in your eyes and begin to trail down your cheeks, leaving stains as they race against the dirt from the planet that resides in their way.

He hears you sniffle and his head snaps to face you once more, his brows laced together as his eyes find the tears.

He knows this is it.

He’s caused the very thing he became a monster to avoid, happen at his own hands.

You bring your hand up to his face, your soft fingertips ghosting themselves over the scar there, lightly over his lips, before settling at the base of his neck.

He wants to touch you.

To reach out and pull you to him and apologize on his knees as he promises to take it all back.

But he can’t.

He can’t move, he can’t apologize, he can’t take it back.

His destiny is of but one path now, and he can no longer sway from it.

“Please,” you stutter out before stepping closer to him, pushing your chests together and causing him to look down at you, “tell me it’s a lie, Anakin.”

His name is harsh from your lips.

It doesn’t hold the same tone it did all those weeks ago when you held each other in the dark of your assigned rooms as you hoped no one would hear.

It’s cold now.

Lifeless, a shell parading as a nomer.

He looks at you and feels his anger surge.

How dare you feel the need to fuss at him.

He only did this to protect you.

You made him into this thing, this monster.

“I will not, because it is not a lie.”

Your hand drops from his neck and you stumble back from him.

“Anakin...” A whisper, gone with the wind as quick as it came. A feeling, that he is telling the truth.

“How?” You yell at him and he does not flinch.

“You are going to die, (Y/N)!” You stumble again, this time falling to the ground.

“I am the reason you die.” He finishes and his voice is so devoid of emotion that you could believe a droid has been answering for him.

He does not care. Perhaps he never has.

“The path that the Force has laid out for me is what is right, Anakin. You can do nothing to change that.”

He roars and pulls you to your feet.

“Changing it was the only thing that mattered to me! Do you think I can do this without you? I became this FOR you, because of you. All of this power I have discovered is because of you. You make me stronger.”

He yells every word, his hands still holding tightly to your shoulders.

“Anakin!” You yell in his face now, anger at the choices he thinks he can make without concerning you finally surfacing.

“I’m pregnant!”

It takes a moment for the words to travel the short distance between the two of you, but when it does, his heart stops.

Has he heard you right? That you stand before him carrying life that you worked together to create?

He releases you now, backing up and shaking his head.

“You’re lying.” He mumbles, still backing away in disbelief.

“Anakin, why would I lie about something as serious as this?” You whisper, eyes trained on him and willing him to look at you. And he does, he looks up at you and your chest constricts.

Anakin is gone. It is only rage now, unbridled and built around him as if you were staring at a brick wall instead of the man you loved.

“You’re doing this to try and stop me! To stop what I’ve become!” He is yelling so loud that you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up, and your eyes widen.

“Anakin,” you start, but he no longer wants to hear it.

He is done.

With you, the Jedi, the life he lived before this very moment.

How dare you threaten him with false pretenses that could trick him into thinking he could ever have a happy life?

“Liar!” He yells and you back up a step, planting yourself in the dirt beneath you.

“You know that I’m not, Anakin. Feel it. Reach out and feel, Ani. Please.”

He will not, he refuses. Because a part of him, a small part, does feel it.

He knows that you hold his child, that they will smile like you and have his eyes and the combined strength of you both.

But that is no longer the path the Force has for him.

His dream is still present in his mind, and if he doesn’t save you now, he will lose you and his child.

Everything he does, he does for you.

“Liar!” He yells yet again, but it’s different this time, still angry, but tired, defeated.

“Anakin,” you whisper and it is so empty that he falters, but for only a moment.

“You’re breaking my heart.”

You clutch your chest and watch him as he watches you, neither of you moving.

“Anakin.”

His head snaps to your ship and he sees Obi-Wan.

“She is not lying.”

Anger, no animosity, blinds him and he ignites his saber.

“You brought him to me!”

He roars and you hold your hands out in front of yourself to explain but he silences you, lifting you up as he manipulates the Force to choke you. The power wrapping itself around your neck feels euphoric as it wraps around his fingers.

“You betrayed me!” He yells over the sound of your choking and the sight of you grasping at the air around your neck.

He is overcome with a hurt so deep that it splits his soul to the core.

How had you done this to him? After everything? Maybe you were right. Maybe the Force had planned for you to die at his hand.

Curse the child you carried, it would not stop him from doing what he needed to, from becoming what he had set out to become all those years ago on Tatooine.

“Anakin release her!” Obi-Wan calls and begins running to reach you.

Anakin has never felt it before, but Obi-Wan is afraid.

Of him.

It brings a satisfied smirk to his face before he turns his eyes back to you.

You have gone almost purple, and your struggle has begun to cease.

“All is as the Force wills it to be.” He whispers but both you and Obi-Wan hear it.

Obi-Wan yells something at him and with a final squeeze, you drop to the dirt in front of him. His hand returns to his side.

Obi-Wan has stopped. He looks to Anakin and feels a shift in the Force unlike anything before. He watches as Anakin looks to him from you.

“My awakening.”

Anakin hums contently, and Obi-Wan feels his heart break.

He searches his mind for what he did wrong to create such a situation.

Anakin glances to you one last time and allows himself a single tear before he steps over your body.

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Anakin feels the sting of the droids around him closing up the wounds he suffers.

They pinch and poke and saw and he feels tears fall from his eyes.

They work to stitch his wounds together, but they can’t fix the gaping hole rooting itself between his ribs.

As he watches the mask being lowered onto his face he feels a rush of memories that hit him so hard he forgets for a moment where he is.

He relives each memory.

A touch of your hand on his shoulder as you pass each other in the hall.

The look in your eyes when he told you he loved you. His fingertips trailing your skin in moonlight.

The sound of your voice when you comfort him after a nightmare.

He thinks they’ll never stop, but when they do, it is because the mask has clicked into place and he is rising, rising, rising.

This is who he is now.

He hears Palpatine beside him, talking, but Anakin can only think of one thing.

“What happened to her?”

Palpatine stops, hands clasped together.

“I am afraid, that in your anger, you killed her.”

Anakin screams now, pain ripping through his body.

His dream, no, his nightmare, has manifested into this.

He has nothing now but the power that has been granted to him.

He will grow in it.

For you, for your child.

He will become the strongest Sith in the galaxy.

—-

On the opposite side of the galaxy, you are surrounded by droids of your own, their touches working to sooth pain caused by delivery.

You cry, but not just because of the physical pain, but because of the emotional pain.

You cry for your baby, for what is becoming of your Ani somewhere across the galaxy.

You cry for the life you could have led.

The nurse droid holds something and the wailing of someone other than you brings you back to reality.

“A boy,” the droid announces, and the baby’s wiggling body brings a pained smile to your face.

“Luke.” You whisper, and the droid moves away from you, passing him to another.

You hear wailing yet again, and surprise strikes you as you strain to sit up.

“A girl,” the droid announces again and your heart lifts and swells with love.

“Leia,” you smile and the droid moves her away too.

You lay back down then, and suddenly it all becomes too much.

How will you raise them without Ani? What will you tell them when they begin to ask questions? What will become of your life after this?

You begin crying again, and you feel the Force moving strangely around you.

Anakin was right, his dream awakens the shift you feel, and, with a final tear rolling down your cheek, you join the other Jedi lost to the stars.

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Lies Travel Faster Part Two: Chapter 8

Okay, so I sincerely apologies that it’s been AGES since I’ve posted, but in all honesty, it’s been AGES since I’ve written. Life has been a bit crazy lately, but I’m glad to report that I actually got a little time to write and so here you go: Chapter 8! Thank you to all of you who are still reading! I LOVE YOU ALL! And a special thank you to @evelynshelby for talking me through all of life’s problems and reminding me that it’s okay if I need a break. You’re the BEST, sweetie! XOXO

Summary: Sophia Murphy’s past is coming for her. Can she outrun it?

Tags: Tommy Shelby x Original Female Character

Warnings: angst; smut; violence; language; rape/non-con; death

Chapter 8 Read Chapter 7 here

Her feet took her up the stairs faster than she thought they could. It wasn’t until her hand reached for the doorknob that she realized she’d been holding her breath the whole way there.

Sophie had been so hysterical that she’d only registered part of what Ada had told her on the phone.

There had been an explosion. Outside of Tommy’s office. Tommy wasn’t hurt, but a young boy was killed.

“And, Sophie,” Ada had said, “He’s in a bad way.”

Sophie knew exactly what that meant. She dropped the receiver and headed for his office as quickly as she could move.

Upon arrival, she turned the handle and burst into the room to find Tommy standing by the window, having just fastened a plank of wood there to cover the missing glass. He stood in his shirt sleeves, cigarette dangling from his lips, hammer poised to drive another nail, a single bead of sweat working its way over his jaw and down his neck, when he turned and saw her.

She hesitated for a moment, realizing it was only the second time she’d seen Tommy sweat. The first was years before, when they shared a bed together. The memory flashed through her mind. His strong frame holding her close, skin on skin, their bodies intertwined, their breath heavy with pleasure. It was a memory she hadn’t recalled in quite some time, trying her best to repress it since she’d decided it wasn’t likely to happen again. But seeing him stood in his office, not wholly put together as he usually was, brought it forth with a force.

Shaking it from her mind, she rushed to Tommy’s side and searched him over for injury, pulling at his shirt, lifting his arms, feeling his chest and shoulders, and grabbing his face to look him over thoroughly.

Tommy said nothing, as if he realized what she was doing.

Certain he was free from injury, Sophie rested her forehead on his chest and tried to steady her breath.

When Tommy’s hands reached around her back as if to hug her, she reacted another way. With clenched fists, she began beating at him, pounding his chest as the tears freely flowed down her face.

“Sophie,” he said. “I’m alright. It was outside.” He used the same low brum that had always calmed her. But this time it only made her more angry.

“Sophie,” he said again, holding her elbows to stop the onslaught of fists landing about him.

“I know, Tommy.” She finally said in response. “It’s not the explosion.”

Tommy looked at her, not quite understanding what she meant. His eyes searched her face for explanation, but all they saw were sadness and pain. Her tear stained cheeks were red with a growing frustration and he recognized it immediately. He’d missed this. He’d missed the way she never took his shit, the way she always fought back when he’d been otherwise uncontested. And he needed her now, more than ever. He needed her level head as his threatened to betray him over and over.

But he’d ruined it that day in Charlie’s yard. He’d had his chance, had almost let her back in, before slamming the door with his fast temper, yet again.

His mind wandering, Tommy hadn’t realized what Sophie was doing. She reached into his pocket, not breaking eye contact with him while she dug for the capsule. Pulling it out and holding it in front of his face she simply asked, “Why do you have this, Tommy?”

Tommy felt his heart beat faster. His family knew, of course, but had yet to confront him about his hallucinations. Ada had come closest, suggesting he see a doctor. And he had seen a doctor, but decided after two visits that there was nothing he could do to help. He’d made up his mind that nothing could help.

Unable to take Sophie’s sober stare, Tommy quickly turned away from her.

“I need you here, Tommy,” she said.

“Everyone fucking needs me.”

“Yeah, that’s true. Everyone fucking needs you,” Sophie spat back, grabbing his shoulder to spin her to face her.

And he did, but he just stared at her, that blank expression replacing any softness that had previously worked its way to the surface.

Sophie cupped his cheek in her hand, needing him to understand that he didn’t have to be so fucking tough with her. She knew better.

“But I want you here,” she said, before turning to leave.

As soon as the door shut behind her, Tommy picked up the phone to make the call he was finally ready to make.

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Tommy checked his pocket watch. It was two minutes till and it wasn’t like Jesse to be late. He set his empty glass on the table, stood, and paced around to the other side of the bar. He was already a few glasses in and went straight for his favorite whiskey, not even needing to peruse the bottles as he knew exactly where it was kept. But instead of settling on it, Tommy’s hand hesitated over a bottle of champagne. This was an occasion for celebration, he thought. Maybe not in the traditional sense, but if he were going to drink alone he may as well make it festive.

He grabbed two stemmed glasses just as he heard her enter.

“I'm not happy about moving this meeting to licensed premises,” Jesse announced as she marched inside.

“You've saved your union the train fare, and you hate London anyway,” he said in response, walking back around the bar to join her at the small table.

“We're looking for popular speakers for our upcoming rally. You're making quite a name for yourself in the Commons,” Jesse added, removing her gloves and placing them gently on the sticky table top.

Tommy worked to open the champagne, the cork unceremoniously bouncing around the light fixture before coming to a rest on the floor by his chair.

“You'll drink it on your own,” Jesse said, nodding to the second glass he’d sat before her.

Tommy smirked. “Revolution,” he said, raising his glass as if toasting to their mutual belief and taking a hefty swig.

“I haven’t heard from you in a few days,” Jesse said. “Am I to assume our strategy holds?”

“This glass. The bubbles,” Tommy said, tapping the glass as he held it in the air. “They rise to the top. Each bubble has the same chance to rise.”

“That is a very peculiar form of socialism,” Jesse replied, shaking her head slightly and looking him over.

“And this bottle,” he added, picking up the bottle and looking at the label. “Once the cork comes out you can't get it back in. You need to finish what you started.” Tommy opened his arms wide, motioning to his surroundings--the ornate bar with the name ‘Shelby’ etched into every pane of glass. “It's cleverness, that's all,” he added with a tipsy smile.

“So you're playing at this,” Jesse added in more of a statement than a question.

“People can be turned around. Even your people,” Tommy replied.

“My people?”

“Yeah. For them, it's just the same. Communism. Fascism.” He nodded toward her before downing the last drops in his fluted glass. “For most people, it's an apple and an apple.”

“Fascism is the subject of the rally. I want you to speak against it,” Jesse said, not amused by his squiffy banter.

“In answer to your question I cannot address your rally because it's not part of the current strategy,” Tommy said, finally responding to her more serious inquiry.

“Ahh. So you have yourself a new strategy?” Jesse asked, clearly miffed. “And I assume it includes the arrival of a certain American in Birmingham?”

No longer interested in hiding his frustration, Tommy let out an exasperated sigh and ran a hand along his face.

“Let’s stop pretending at this, eh?”

Jesse stood, pushing her chair back as she did. The screech it produced across the floor making the point Jesse hoped it would.

It was over.

“You’re the one lying to yourself, Thomas,” she said before marching toward the door and letting it slam behind her.

Tommy poured himself one more glass of champagne and quickly knocked it back.

“Congratulations, Ms. Eden,” he mumbled to himself. “You’re finally rid of me.”

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Sophie hurried past the secretary and knocked on the double wooden doors herself.

She had entered the Garrison, still unsure of what she was hoping to find.

Something about the pub had felt strange from the beginning--since she’d returned. And now that Jimmy McCavern had shown up on her doorstep holding the wrap she knew she’d left there, she was more certain than ever that she couldn’t trust it, that her gut was right. There was something afoot and she was determined to track it down.

She started by searching the bar itself, looking through the shelves as if some answer to some unknown question was going to jump out at her.

When that search came up empty, she moved on to the office.

Now she handed the paper to Tommy who looked at her with a mixed air of skepticism and intrigue. When his eyes landed on the paper, though, the air was replaced with shock, followed closely by disappointment.

Tommy recognized the hand, had seen it in the pubs ledger many times. It was Micky’s. And in the bar manager’s scrawl was written a name that was also familiar: J. McCavern.

Sophie recognized the disappointment on Tommy’s face. She knew he’d wanted to trust Micky, would hate what inevitably came next. But she also needed him to understand the severity of the situation. In his focus on those closest to him, Tommy had neglected to see what was right under his nose. Anyone in the entire organization could be the black cat. Anyone.

“Tommy, you can’t trust anyone,” Sophie warned now in a whisper.

Tommy just nodded, his eyes still fixed on the paper in his hands.

“From Betty to Michael, no one can be above suspicion.”

“I know,” Tommy retorted, sinking in his chair and tossing his glasses onto the table. Tommy was exhausted.

“That includes Jesse,” Sophie added, almost choking on the name.

“Ms. Eden is no longer a threat.”

“What do you mean?”

Tommy stood and moved slowly around his desk, stopping only mere inches from her.

“Ms. Eden and I are finished.”

Sophie’s eyes shot up to meet Tommy’s. She felt her pulse quicken. Jesse had been what stood between her and Tommy since she returned. At least, that’s what she’d told herself. In truth, she’d been so afraid to pursue it, so afraid it had all changed, that she relied upon the Jesse situation as a shield protecting her from her own heart, from what she really wanted.

But now that was gone. And she stood in front of Tommy caught completely off guard and completely vulnerable.

And reading her so well, as he always had, Tommy took that as his cue.

He quickly closed the space between them, wrapping one arm around her waist and snaking his other hand in her hair. Tommy pulled her impossibly close as his lips crashed against hers. She felt the warmth of his body, tasted the whiskey on his breath, smelled the smoke on his coat. It was Tommy. Her Tommy.

And for the first time since being back in Birmingham, she stopped fighting.

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Theater Talk ll Aaroman

Discord thread featuring: Aaron & @romanbeckett

Mentions: @davieslandon @jayceelynd @alison-haynes

When: Monday, June 29th, 2020

Where: Bullskits Theater

Description: Aaron and Roman decide to take a break from each other

Trigger Warnings: alcohol use

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman was having a hard time, and for good reason. He was stressed, in between outbursts of tears, and just overall tired. Ro was an empath, always had been, and taking on everyone’s hurt on top of his own was overwhelming. He sat on the basement couch, bouncing his knee, and running his hand through his hair before picking up the glass of vodka in front of him on the table. He shouldn’t be drinking right now, but lately he’s been drinking a lot, and he couldn’t seem to stop himself from chasing the numbness.

AARON.

Aaron had been having an internal battle within himself for the past couple weeks. He loved Roman, and wanted to be with him more than anything but he had been trying to push back the fact that his friends had felt betrayed by him. He hadn't spoken to Jaycee in weeks - didn't even wish her a happy birthday - and the conversation that Aaron had with Landon at the reception left him really uncertain about their relationship. Aaron walked in on Roman as he picked up his drink. Had Roman always drank this much? "Hey." he said, breathlessly. His heart had been racing ever since Roman asked him if he should step away from their relationship. He knew this was something that they needed to talk about in person.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

“Hey.” Roman glanced at his boyfriend with a faint smile. He was embarrassed. Ro had never been this unstable in his life, and lately it felt like he was nothing but a huge ass mess. How did Aaron even stand it? “Thanks for coming.” He sniffed, and looked down at his hands. God, he hated acting so weird about someone he trusted, and loved so much. But lately it was just like the stress never ended.

AARON.

Aaron immediately picked up on Roman’s discomfort. His heart sank even further. He had a feeling this was going to be a tough conversation. Obviously, Aaron wasn’t very good at those. His eyes wondered over to the bottle vodka on the table across from them. He grabbed a glass and helped himself to drink. He leaned against the table and shoved one of his hands in his pocket. “You okay?” There was tension in the air.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman simply shrugged a shoulder when he was asked if he was okay, looking down at his nails as he picked away at the polish. He hated when he did that, it was a terrible habit. “Are you okay?” He asked Aaron, turning to look over at him across the room. He was so handsome, and he couldn’t help but think about that despite how terrible he felt mentally right now.

AARON.

Aaron watched his boyfriend’s hair fall over his shoulders as he looked down at his hands - angelic as fuck. The businessman swallowed hard. “I mean your text made me a little nervous. I won’t lie.” He adjusted just glasses that were falling down his nose. A shaky hand moved his glass to his mouth for a large swing of liquor.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman shook his head, because the last thing he wanted to do was make Aaron nervous. “Aaron. I jus’, I don’t want to make any decision about us that isn’t mutual.” He looked up at the smaller. Because, it was true. He didn’t want to break up, but if Aaron thought it was best, he would understand. He wasn’t going to make that decision if it wasn’t what the businessman wanted. “I’m worried though...about what we’re doing to our friends. It feels so shitty knowing we barely have anyone on our side.”

AARON.

Roman was definitely a more empathetic person that Aaron; less selfish. After all, Aaron was the one who had originally told Landon that he was going to continue hooking up with Roman regardless of his wishes. Maybe it was time to go switch gears; think about others before himself. “Yeah.” He agreed. Especially since all of their friends were so happy for Avery and Monroe; it was hard not to think that the whole city was against. “But at the same time I’m not in this to please other people.”

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

“I know, and I get that. Obviously.” Roman scratched his chin, and then reached for his drink yet again. He’d said he was done, but now he wasn’t. “Jay, Landon, Ali, whoever the fuck else.” He said painfully, shaking his head before taking a sip of his grey goose. “I don’t wanna care, trust me. But, when you said Ali doesn’t even want me around Des? I dunno. Did we rush into this, Aaron?” He asked him, confused, and already broken hearted.

AARON.

Aaron raised his brow when he mentioned Ali. “Don’t worry about Ali, please. She’s taking our fight out on you. She’ll come around.” He shook his head. Of course his relationship with her had to fuck this up for him. Aaron found his way to a chair across the room and sank down. He put his face on his hand for a moment, just trying to catch his breathe “yeah maybe...” he finally admitted, solemnly.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

There had been a part of Ro that hoped Aaron wouldn’t agree with him, because he did love the other, but they couldn’t deny that they went into this full speed with no thought to anything else. Now they were suffering the consequences. “Then...what should we do? I can stay here for now.” He offered, even though it sucked to do so. He’d already offered earlier, but it seemed like...that was what they were actually going to have to do.

AARON.

The brunette loved that green eyed man so much. Every part of his soul wanted to be with him; and he didn’t want to end this. He didn’t think Roman wanted to either. They had such an amazing connection. On top of this, he hated the idea of Roman being homeless until he found an apartment. “No, you’re not sleeping in your office like a divorced person.” He shook his head. “If we are actually going to end this...” he paused. Saying that out loud hurt. “Which I don’t want it to...but if we do then you can stay at my manhattan pent until you find a place in Kingsboro.” He offered.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman just shook his head, because staying at Aaron’s place if they were broken up, honestly sounded like a nightmare. “No, this is a fully functioning apartment, I’ll be okay.” It wouldn’t be the first time he’d slept here. “Maybe we should jus’ step back a minute, and let things settle. Let Ali come around, and Landon.” Those were his main concerns with this right now anyway. “Not that I want to do this either.” He rasped with a tear trailing his cheek.

AARON.

Aaron felt his whole body hurt. It took all of the strength he had not to cry. He reached to grab the bottle of grey goose and sip straight from the bottle. He put took his glasses off and shoved his face in his hands. don’t cry Aaron, don’t cry His dad’s voice rang out in his head. He wasn’t gonna sit here and beg for Roman to reconsider, even though he really wanted to. Aaron didn’t think there was a right or wrong answer here. Either way, someone was going to end up heartbroken. “Okay...” he mumbled as he started getting a nauseous feeling in his head and stomach.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

“Aaron...” Roman started, and then pushed himself to a standing position so he could hobble over to his boyfriend. He took the bottle away to sit it on the table behind him before grabbing Aaron’s hands. “Look at me.” He requested softly, light green eyes searching blues as he heart broken for this both. “Please talk to me. Tell me what you think we should do. I don’t want to make this decision without knowing how you feel, or your thoughts on it. I love you.” He laced their fingers together. “I love you so much. That hasn’t changed. Okay?”

AARON.

Aaron could hear his boyfriend...EX boyfriend get up to walk over to him. He couldn’t look up, not yet. He feared if he did the tears would start flowing. When he felt Roman’s hand in his - a feeling that he had become all too familiar with -he slowly lifted his head to look over at him. Wow. that beautiful man in front of him was fucking stunning, even during a conversation like that. “I love you, Ro.” He said. He did know Roman’s true feelings for him. He made them very apparent. “I know it’s the right thing to do. It j-jus fucking hurts.” He admitted, biting his lip to try to hold back tears.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

“It does.” Ro pressed his lips into a tight line as he watched the other, actually breathing out a ragged breath at how much this hurt in fact. “It’s jus’ for now...” he hoped that was true. Sure, life had a way of shocking them, and not turning out how they’d planned, but that didn’t mean Roman wasn’t capable of hope. “Hey.” He cupped the smaller’s scruffy jaw, and rubbed a thumb over his cheek. “Everythin’ is gonna be okay. I promise you.”

AARON.

Aaron wasn’t sure whether to believe that this was just going to be temporary; he wanted more than anything to believe it. But what he did know for certain was that they loved each other. Hell, they’d already been through enough. They could get through this too. Aaron presses his cheek into Roman’s palm and brought his hand up to meet his. “I feel sick.”

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman knew the feeling. He felt pretty fucking sick as well. “Here, sit down.” He guided the male over to the couch, making him sit while he gathered a bottle of water, and wet wash cloth. “Stay as long as you need to.” He say back down so that he could hand the water to Aaron, and place the wet wash cloth on the back of his neck. He then rested a hand on the man’s knee, and squeezed it. “It’s okay, Aaron. It’s all going to be jus’ fine. Breathe for me, and relax a minute.”June 30, 2020

AARON.

Aaron let the taller man lead him over to the couch where he slowly sat down. He watched as the other grabbed him a bottle of water and a wet wash cloth; for once Roman was one the one tending to him. “Look who’s being the dramatic one now.” He said, trying to lighten the mood but he failed miserably at doing so. He took a little sip of water. After several deep breathes, Aaron grabbed Roman’s hand from his knee to kiss his palm. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to steady his breathe. “I wish this could be easier, Ro.” He mumbled.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Ro smirked when Aaron made a joke, because it was much needed, though he felt terrible that he could see the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Aaron was in pain, they both were, and he hated this. “I know. Me, too.” He said simply, watching as the man held his hand after kissing it. “But, not everything good, can be easy. Sometimes it takes a lot of fucking work. Right?”(edited)

AARON.

Aaron nodded. Roman was right, and Aaron was willing to do a lot to make whatever this was work. He loved him too much to let him go for good. “Yeah.” He said finally, he managed to give him a weak smile. “So where do we go from here?” He asked. Was Roman okay if he still texted him? When would they see each other next? His mind was racing.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

“I don’t know.” Ro genuinely didn’t know how to answer that question. He barely knew what they were doing right now, let alone what they would be doing moving forward. “I’ll stay here for now, and we’ll jus’ go from there. I’ve gotta focus on my show, and you’ve been super busy lately as well. We’ll just give it some time.”

AARON.

Aaron frowned. That wasn’t the answer he was looking for, but Aaron didn’t even know what to do himself. He sighed, look down at her feet for a second. “Alright.” He scratched the back of his head and let out a heavy sigh. He wasn’t happy with this and things were left really uncertain: which Aaron hated.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

“Aaron, I need to know what you’re thinking.” He pleaded, and squeezed the man’s hand. He didn’t want to push him, but he also was so on edge, and kind of freaking out. Okay, a LOT freaking out. “Tell me your opinion, your thoughts. How do you feel about this? What do you think we should do?”

AARON.

"I don't know, Roman. I'm not happy about this. I don't want this." he began with a heavy sigh, squeezing the other's hand back. He'd always been bad at having hard conversations like this which was why he was letting Roman do most of the talking. "But I trust you. If you think this is the right thing to do then I'm with you."

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman wanted to cry, so he started to. He hated that things had to be this way, but they couldn’t even enjoy being together when it felt like everyone was against them. “I jus’ don’t want this to cause issues between us, and ruin any potential. It’s difficult to enjoy what we have when everyone else is so upset about it.” He sniffed, and then brought Aaron’s hand up to his cheek. “I feel everyone else’s hurt on top of my own, and I feel like I can’t breathe.”

AARON.

Aaron physically felt his heart pang when he say Roman start to cry again and when he told him he felt everyone else's hurt. Aaron knew that Roman felt a lot all the time, and Aaron wished that he could take some of that hurt from Roman and carry it himself. He wanted to beg Roman to stay and tell him that they could get through this together, but Aaron didn't know if they could. "This isn't over, Roman. I love you so much." he said, bringing his other hand to the other's cheek. "I'm not going to lose you like this - I don't ever want to lose you."

Roman.

Ro held Aaron’s hand on his cheek, and then turned to kiss his palm a few times, not wanting to stop because he wasn’t sure what would happen past this moment. “I know.” He rasped, and then turned to look at Aaron with watery, reddened eyes. “It’ll be okay. People need time to cool off, and they will.” He sucked in a deep breath, and then leaned in to kiss the other male, several quick kisses, because he just needed to. “I love you. Okay? I’m still here. Don’t forget that.”

AARON.

"I won't" he promised him. Aaron couldn't believe that they had just spent an amazing week in Japan together, and now they were here. Then again, he knew Japan was just a distraction from this conversation. They both had known deep down that this was a long time coming. He nodded, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to hold but tears. He felt a stray tear fall down his cheek though. "Can we just sit here for a little bit?" he said, motioning for Roman to sit down next to him. "I'll leave soon, I jus'...don't want to yet." he said, knowing that when he left the theater things would be so different.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman watched the other male as he answered, nodding at the question following, because he thought that was a good idea. Aaron didn’t need to leave right now, not in this state. “Of course.” Ro sat down on the couch, and decided to lean his head against the smaller’s shoulder. There was no music, no television on. It was just Aaron, and Roman, sitting on the couch together, and accepting the inevitable. It was almost poetic, the way they just wanted to be together a little bit longer before reality sat in. But, this was the right thing to do for now. They both knew it.

#discord #aaroman #roman

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justkeeptrekkin · 6 years

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For the prompts... Hizashi and Shouta's reactions to each other immediately after the end of chapter 9 of Kogane no Kami (I ADORE that story, btw). If you want something more casual, umm, something something mutual pining and keeping warm. Tbh, I'm just excited to read anything you write ♡

Hello listener~Thank you so much i’m really glad you liked my fic!! I would absolutely LOVE to do a chapter 9 follow up but, just in case anyone out there hasn’t read it and doesn’t want major spoilers, i’m going to stick to the second half of your question. Thanks for the prompt

Hizashi lies under his duvet and two blankets. He is wrapped up in his dressing gown, beneath which he’s wearing his winter pyjamas. He has two pairs of socks on. His head is buried under the covers.

How is he still cold?

The sound of his teeth chattering sounds oddly loud under the roof of blankets. And even though he’s really- really really- tired, he can’t sleep. Instead, all he can do is stare at the underside of his duvet, and the bluish light of the streetlights peeking through the gaps that Hizashi’s missed whilst making this cocoon.

His eyes are cold. How is that a thing?

After about ten minutes of trying to sleep, it becomes too much. With a loud, frustrated growl, he rips himself out from under the duvets and blankets. It brings on unpleasant consequences.

“Shit! Oh my God why is it so cold-”

Hizashi dances on the spot for a moment as he decides whether to run a hot bath, make a cup of tea, or a hot water bottle. Of course, he knows why it’s so cold. He and Shouta have the worst landlord in the universe and they haven’t fixed the heating in time for winter, despite the fact that they’ve told him multiple times that it’s caput. Shouta’s been moaning about it far less than him, but it’s reached the point now where they’ve both lost their patience.

Hizashi instinctively looks to the wall on his left. On the other side, Shouta’s in bed. They’ve lived together for years, and yet the thought of him being just on the other side of the wall sometimes makes Hizashi’s stomach flutter. Still.

After all this time.

Maybe Shouta is cold too, he thinks.

“No,” he warns himself, because he knows where this is going.

But his mind betrays him. Maybe Shouta could do with some extra warmth, like I could.

Hizashi measures this thought that drifts into his mind, looks down at his feet as he does so. They’re covered in fluffy, cat shaped bed socks. They even have little ears. And his pyjamas have Doraemon on them. Running a hot bath would be much more sensible than what he is considering doing next. But then, no man wearing a combination this silly has ever done anything sensible.

He looks back at the wall.

There is little point pretending to argue with himself, he realises. He made his choice as soon as the idea popped into his head.

Hizashi’s feet transport him to Shouta’s door, and then he’s knocking. And no one’s answering.

He’s asleep. Of course he is, it’s Shouta. Hizashi huffs to himself, watches his breath form a cloud in front of his face. Pretends not to be upset or frustrated. Paces around in front of Shouta’s door for a moment, feeling a bit like a lost puppy. Then, gritting his teeth against the agonising, illogical feeling of rejection, he-

The door opens. “‘Zashi.”

Hizashi stops in his tracks and spins round to face the man standing in the doorway. His arms are wrapped around him, and he’s wearing a turtle neck jumper. He’s unrolled the neck so that it covers his chin and mouth.

“Shou, sorry man, I just- it’s freezing.”Shouta doesn’t respond immediately. “Yes.”

Hizashi feels warm for the first time in hours. His cheeks, unmistakably, are hot. “You’re cold too?”

Again, Shouta doesn’t seem to know what to do with this. He’s never been good at small talk, and Hizashi isn’t exactly making this easy. “Obviously.”

“Cool, yeah. Obviously. No, I just came because- uh-”

Because I want an excuse to cuddle you?

Thankfully, Shouta doesn’t give Hizashi any more time to talk nonsense. He disappears into his room, leaving the door open for Hizashi to follow. He smiles to himself and takes the invitation.

And then he looks at Shouta’s bed. He’s been in here plenty of times, and never has his bed ever felt daunting. Hizashi combs his fingers through his hair, a nervous habit that he never seemed to be able to kick as an adult.

“Which side do you want.”

Hizashi’s heart stops at how casually he asks this, but, as ever, his mouth is on autopilot. “Right! I always prefer right.”“Thought so.”“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Remember when we were in second year and we went on that class excursion, we had to share a bed then too.”Hizashi does remember, but only now that he brings it up. Back then, it hadn’t felt so weird. They’d stayed up half the night eating junk food and talking about everything and nothing. Hizashi is usually the one with the good memory. He wonders what made Shouta remember that trip now.

“You kick in your sleep.”“Do not!”“Do, too. If you kick me tonight I’ll throw you out the window.”Hizashi makes an unconvincing sob. “OK,” he moans. “I can’t help what I do in my sleep though.”“Not my problem.”

Shouta gets back under the covers. When Hizashi doesn’t move at first, he stares at him blankly. Hizashi startles, joins him in bed without further hesitation.

“Oh my god it’s so warm. How are you so warm. You’re a little radiator.”

“Hmmm.”

Hizashi lies on his back and shuffles down the bed, so the lower half of his face is covered by duvet. Whenever he breathes his face feels, irritatingly, too warm. Shouta lies still, turned towards him on his side.

“What are you doing.”

Hizashi peers over at him, wide eyed. “Huh?”

“I thought the whole point of this was sharing body heat.”

Hizashi swallows. Trust Shouta to say something like that out loud and not be embarrassed. Never freak out or make things weird.

Hizashi, on the other hand: “Errrrrrrrrrrr-”

“Come here.”An arm suddenly wraps itself around his waist, pulling him towards Shouta. Hizashi yelps in surprise but allows it; is suddenly pressed up close against Shouta.

In his bed.

He can feel his breath at the back of his neck. Shouta’s hand lies against his stomach, although he can’t really feel it through all the layers he’s wearing. If he weren’t absolutely freezing, he’d be wishing he wasn’t wearing any pyjamas under his dressing gown.

And that’s exactly the kind of thought that’s going to get you into trouble. STOP IT.

Shouta wriggles, moves his other arm so that it lays beneath Hizashi’s head, rather than being bent awkwardly between their bodies. There’s something even more intimate about that, and it takes all the will power Hizashi has to steady his breathing.

“You remind me of that cat. Have you seen that gif of that cat?”“I’ve seen every cat gif ever made,” Shouta says seriously, and Hizashi laughs. His voice is quiet and low. “You’ll have to be more specific.”“You know, the one with the mummy kitty pulling in the little sleeping baby kitty in its arms. Like it’s a soft toy or something. That’s basically what you just did.”

“Hmm,” Shouta considers. There’s a suspicious pause. “Hizashi, do you consider me a parental figure in your life?”“Wh- No!”

Shouta laughs, and Hizashi playfully, and without much conviction, tries to escape his embrace. Shouta holds him there tightly.

“God, you’re so annoying!”

He can imagine the smirk on his face right now, even though he’s turned away from him. Hizashi’s breath forms clouds in his vision.

“This isn’t fair.”Shouta sighs. “What?”

“You’ve got the better end of the bargain. You can warm up your face-”

-By burying it in my neck? My hair? Is that really what you’re going to say, Hizashi, you MORON?

“I mean- you know- my nose is cold,” is what Hizashi eventually decides on.

Shouta snorts. He plants his hand directly on Hizashi’s face.

“Better?”“Eugh- God you’re in the weirdest mood tonight-”

“And you won’t stop complaining. Just turn round, Hizashi.”He does as he’s told, and finds himself just below Shouta’s chin, eye-level with his clavicle. It’s warm. Shouta is warm. His arm is draped over him under the covers, and Hizashi’s leg instinctively finds it’s way between Shouta’s. He doesn’t have time to regret it, because Shouta shuffles closer.

“Oh,” he says out loud.

“Hm?”“Nothing,” Hizashi croaks.

Hizashi can feel Shouta’s heart racing through his sweatshirt.

It’s enough confirmation that maybe- just maybe- Hizashi’s not alone in feeling like this. Whatever this is- he hasn’t found the word to describe it yet. He shuffles down and presses his face against his chest. He doesn’t miss the shakiness to Shouta’s deep, slow breath.

By the time Shouta’s heartbeat has settled, they’ve both fallen asleep.

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nomattertheoceans · 6 years

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My thoughts on Kingdom of Ash

Ok I just finished the book (and yes, I slept no more than 5 hours since Friday night, but hey, what are you gonna do?) so all my thoughts may still be a bit raw, but I need to talk about all of it!!!! All of this will be extremely random though.

Ok so first of all, thank you thank you thank you Sarah J Maas for giving us once again a very well crafted story that satisfied me so much, that allowed us closure for every storyline and character arc established in the books. I loved every second of it.

So, where to start?

Lysandra disguising as Aelin: Ever since the end of Empire of Storms, I knew it wouldn't work, and it was likely to fall apart at the first battle because of Aelin's power (and the lack of it in Lysandra), and I was hoping Maas wouldn't find a weird reason for it to hold when it was destined to fail. She didn't, and the disbelief and betrayal the soldiers felt was very realistic and very sad.

Speaking of Lysandra: her relationship with Aedion was... I have very mixed feelings about it. I'm very glad of how it developed (honestly I never saw much development between them before so that felt good). Aedion was... such an ass. Like, I get he's pissed and all, but come on, you don't throw someone naked in the snow because they lied at you, that was such a dick move. But this allowed for a development I loved, the dynamic between them throughout the book: Aedion being an ass even though Lysandra tries to explain, then he realizing how wrong he was and going to her, and then her being all "are you kidding?" And refusing him because he was such a dick. I loved it, Lysandra held on to her pride and didn't crawl back to him the second he wanted her to. Instead they rebuilt a mutual trust together. So in the end I managed to be happy about their love, and I know I wouldn't have been if she'd accepted his first apology, because he wasn’t worthy of her affection at that point.

Aelin in the coffin: ugh every second of this broke my heart, it was awful all along.... the idea of her suffering so much that they had to rebuild her body was... oh everything was horrible. The worst, I think, was when Maeve told her Rowan had been spotted in Terrasen, and Aelin admitted to herself that she'd hoped he would come for her. I literally was talking to my book going "noooo he's coming, don't lose hope!" It was so painful. But the way they freed her was amazing, the fact that their plan allowed her to free herself at first and then they helped her, all this was the best way it could’ve happened. Also, the scene where she yelled to take off the mask and the chains was... again heartbreaking but necessary I think.

Her relationship with Fenrys was EVERYTHING. The fact that they supported each other for all this time, the bond it built between them through their trauma, I loved it all. The scene in the cave when they say they'll be here to listen if the other needs to talk about it, it was great. Also, I loved the fact that it helped them in the end, with her helping Fenrys against Maeve. Amazing, all of it. And Rown wasn’t jealous or anything (maybe a bit hurt at first because he thought Aelin might not want him again, but then it got resolved quickly enough to not ruin anything).

Rowaelin. Oh these two gave me ALL THE FEELS. At first when Rowan is low-key afraid that Maeve broke their relationship, but then Aelin gives him the wedding bands 😍. And then their entire conversation about Lyria and the mating bond was perfectly crafted. But oh my god did my heart break when Aelin was on the verge of dying and Rowan felt the mating bond slowly disappear... awful. I loved it haha. Rowaelin always made me feel a lot, and this book was no different.

I have too many thoughts honestly, I might forget a lot xD

Aelin losing her scars and then later her human body was so sad.... Rowan describes her as haunted and it's heartbreaking.

I can't remember in which chapter it was, but can we agree that we had a scene where Fenrys describes being raped by Maeve whilst his brother’s blood was still on the ground? It wasn't that explicit, and I can't remember when exactly it was, but it was awful and made me cry.

Oh and I don't understand how Dorian's shape-shifting power works? Like, Lysandra always swaps back naked, but he somehow manages to keep his clothes and his sword and all? I don't get it. Maybe I missed some kind of information?

The wave of power in Anielle: I loved the whole scene, Aelin's power was amazing (I saw it coming from far away but it was still good. I'm generally surprised by Maas' twists but this one I knew was going to happen ^^)

Oh Anielle makes me think of my lovable married couple chaorene: the pregnancy thing was... very cliche, but I didn't mind it. I want them to be happy and hey, if they're happy with getting married and having a kid this fast, I'm fine with it. I'm a sucker for fluff anyway so I loved it even if it was cliche 😂 I was low-key terrified that they would survived but she would lose the child somehow... thank God that didn't happen!

Another thing I'm once again very happy with one of Maas’ books: she is not shy around the idea of her characters having healthy, enjoyable, sexual relationships. In this book, I loved the way she described Manon and Dorian in particular. Throughout the whole first part, they sleep together just because they want to, they're not in love, they're not involved in any other manner, but they enjoy each other and they both want it, so yeah, they have sex and nobody blames them or demands they be more "serious." It's great.

Dorian deceiving Maeve so easily was soooo satisfying XD

The King of Adarlan being able to replace his son because he'd been cursed to forgot his name was a bit... far-fetched? But it allowed to save Dorian's life so I'm not complaining ^^

Aelin trying to exchange Elena against Erawan annoyed me. I know we're probably supposed to consider it this grand noble gesture but... Come on, Elena died literally a thousand years ago, and destroying Erawan has the potential to destroy his whole army (and as we see in the end, it does), so no, saving Elena's soul was not a good idea from Aelin's part. And we don't know if the Gods wouldn't have betrayed her anyway and not upheld their end of the bargain even if she hadn’t asked for it, but I totally get why the khagan royals are mad at her. It was a reckless move and she's very lucky it ended well after this particularly bad decision.

Completely change of subject, but.... Nox was back!!!! I'm so glad we got to see him again even if it was a small role!! Great callback to the first book!

Speaking of cameos..... Feysand!!! I loooooved it XD Mainly because I’m in love with every little mention of Feysand because they’re perfect 😍 But also because it definitely disproves any possibility of their story happening in the same world but at different times. I never very much liked these theories personally. But the idea of them in different worlds connected was so good. Plus, it gave me this new headcanon that maybe this happened during Starfall in the Night Court, and that the spirits might be indeed travelling like Aelin was in that case. There’s no evidenceof this but I love the idea (and it would strenghten the reaon why Amren prefers to stay alone during Starfall...), so I’m keeping it ^^

Manon once again was amazing. Her character proves once more that she's not perfect, she's willing to sacrifice some witches to gain their trust, but she still grew into a better person in the end and she does manage to reunite the clans. She learns to feel even more than in the previous books and I love it. Her letting Dorian hold her and telling him that she misses the Thirteen was a perfect moment of sadness.

I kind of knew some of the Thirteen would die but.... all of them?!?! I cried during the whole thing.... All of them looking at one another, Asterin smiling and saying goodbye, the collective yelding while Manon shouts for them from the city, and then the whole homage... all of this was so emotional....

I was also very sad when Gavriel died.... less emotional in a way because we know he died proud of his son and happy that Aedion accepted him, but ugh still so horrible when you understand he's sacrificing himself.... right in the feels :(

On a happier note, this book was so full of love, it was like an giant balm to my heart. Chaorene are the sweetest; Rowaelin are the most intense and perfect couple; Lysaedion were just the right amount of angst I need, with Lysandra being a badass; Nestaq was awesome through and through. I'm glad Manorian didn't exactly go canon in the end, the future is open for the both of them and I love it. Elorcan... I never cared much about their relationship so I would have been fine if it had been only left as a possibility, but hey, I'm still glad they found each other in the end.

Yrene is such a great character. She's soft, she loves her husband very much and needs him when she's afraid, she's very happy to be having a baby and to build a home for her family. And yet she's an amazing healer, she's not easily afraid, she's strong and willing to risk her life for the greater good. And those characteristics are not in contradiction to one another, they fit perfectly well. I love her, I think she might be my new favorite character.

Chaol telling her "Go save the world, Yrene" gave me life. Before the release of the book, I saw a lot of posts criticizing Chaol, people being sure he would ressent her for taking away his ability to walk when she worked, and not wanting her to risk her life. Those posts annoyed me a lot because Chaol is (was haha now it's his wife) my favorite character, and though he deserves a lot of criticism, I feel like a lot of people hate on him for no good reason, and will take the opportunity to hate on his character even if it forces them to criticize things completely out of character for him. And him resenting his wife or prohibiting her to do anything would have been so out of character. Anyway, I'm glad Maas included this awesome line for them!!!

Also, the two Valg royals being killed by the powers of the healers was amazing. But I was glad Fenrys got the first blow at Maeve. God knows he deserves it.

Ok I'm going to stop here I think. I'm sure I forgot a looooot more but I can't remember everything ^^

EDIT because I already have more to say xD

Dorian mourning Sorcha was so on point, it felt strange to me that he seemed to not think about her in EoS but his grief in this book was very well written.

And also

The scene at the end with only Dorian, Chaol and Aelin. THAT was perfect.

Overall, I'm very, very happy with this book. The happy ending was just amazing, it made me so happy myself (and honestly that's all I'm looking for in a book, to all the characters to get their HEA after all their sufferings). Some small points gave me mixed feelings but honestly, the rest was so satisfying that I don't even mind.

I loved it.

Don't hesitate to tell me what you thought, I want to talk about this book so much!!!! I would love to hear what you all thought so if you want to write to me about it (by ask or by message) I will be thrilled!!!!

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3679200memories · 6 years

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A Fresh Start

Sometimes the thought of another person can bring so much joy to your life.

J and C have been continuing their blossoming friendship. There was a palpable difference to the demeanor that J had when he went to work, his coworkers really could see him shining when he came into the office. On his lunch break, he would continuously talk about the girl that he had spent the night talking to. He was even telling the story to the girl that everyone assumed he had a huge crush on, it became clear to everyone that he only had one girl on his mind. Well it was obvious to everyone but C.

The two of them really had no boundaries or restrictions to the stories they would tell one another. They may have only started talking for a few weeks, but they both wanted to know more and more about this mysterious friend that just came into their life. They were looking for things to learn about each other and the more they brought up about their past, the more they find similarities and shared interests.

While other people were out partying, going to the beach, or going to the mall, these two found joy in staying in and playing board games. Their favorite game was scrabble. C had played the game a lot as a child, she knew all the tricks of the trade. J liked to think that he was skilled as well and he took on the challenge that she set forth with him.

J:150.....C: 400!

Wow she is really good! C loved that even though the game wasn’t close, J would happily play with her over and over again. She would begin to teach J her strategies, how to get more points, and then the two of them began to play and throw in words that would start more conversation starters.

J: “Quagsire” Not a Word! This led them to talk about their love for Pokemon, a mutual interest that the two had been fond of since childhood.

C: “Dream” The two of them would talk about their dreams, J would give a coherent story that had a beginning, middle, and end. C’s dreams were a jumbled mess of random thoughts, inconsistencies and random characters coming in and out. They also talked about their real life dreams, why they worked so hard in school and what they wanted to do for their future. C loved kids, and she also wanted to do what she could to help them feel safe and healthy, she was going to become a pediatrician. J wasn’t sure what he wanted to do, but knew that he wanted to do something to make a different in the lives of the less fortunate. They both shared a common goal, and that was to give back to their families that have given up so much to get them where they were. J loved everything that C said, and this only affirmed his feelings the day they had their first date.

J “Cute”. C would always tease J and say that he was so cute to her, that she really appreciated the things that he said and the things that he does for her. This would really touch J’s heartstrings, he really loved to be able to do things to make her smile, he loved hearing her laugh and would take any opportunity he could to play a word that was a compliment to her. Cute, Fun, Like, Best, and ....

“Love”

This word has a very heavy weight behind it. The two of them weren’t the type of people that would throw the word out lightly, but eventually the word did slip out. C was the first to use the word in the game, and J literally dropped his mouse on the ground. She quickly added that she loves playing scrabble with him. “Haha, of course, I love it too” J typed back to her.

Though the two of them were talking constantly, they were still talking about “their” feelings for other people. C still had feelings for JYL, and J knew that it made her happy when she could talk to him, he knew that there was something that JYL brought to her that he wasn’t able to at this time. J did not want to complicate things, he cherished this friendship too much to risk it by introducing his feelings to her at this time. C would ask J about his crush and how things had been going with her. This wasn’t anything that was new to J, he was used to the person he wanted to love thinking about someone else, it used to eat at him but there was something different about it with C, he was just happy to help her find happiness. He would invite JYL to come play scrabble with them but he lost interest and signed off.

J would reassure her that he is just shy and that sometimes you don’t have to do the same things to be with each other. “I will always be here to play with you!”

“Past”

The two would spend the night talking about their past, what they did while they grew up, past relationships and old friendships. They were a couple of people that just met but you would never have imagined it from the amount that they learned about each other.

J’s Past:

J was always considered a nice guy, he really valued the friends that he had and always looked to find the good in the people around him. Though he did so much, he never really had anyone reciprocate the feelings to him. He was actually an incredibly lonely person despite always having people around him. They all would come when they had issues they needed to work out. J was the perfect person to talk to because he would see the good in everyone, the stories hurt him deeply and he would make in an effort to help those around him get over the feelings that were hindering them. However, when the tables were turned, he would find himself waiting for someone to find him, someone to come and ask if he was ok, no one ever came.

C’s Past:

When J told some of his friends that he was talking to C, they looked extremely shocked, they couldn’t imagine someone that was more opposite to him. This claim shocked him, from what he could tell, she was the sweetest and best person he had ever met, what could they mean that they were so different.

J asked her about it and she told him that she had a long tough story that she wanted to tell him, she was afraid to tell J about it but said that he needed to know, there should be no secrets between them.

C although bubbly and easy to love in all her interactions with J, led a very troubled past. She struggled to be accepted herself, she went to a school where she was different and bullied for that reason. She found friendship in a girl that did not go to her school, she was a neighborhood girl that grew up with C. The two of them had been through so much and no matter what would stick it out with one another. C once had a boyfriend that cheated on her with this friend, but their bond was so strong that she wasn’t even mad. This just seemed like the kind of person that C is, she does not let things get in the way between her and those she cares about, she is trusting in people and she is very wise and full of forgiveness.

C would eventually go to a new school and get mixed in with the wrong crowd. At the new school she wasn’t bullied anymore, she suffered through a different issue, betrayal. Her trusting nature would be betrayed by her new friends, they were so caught up in building drama and C would eventually have enough and cut ties with these people. She met her new best friend, M, who has been dealing with issues of her own. M was a great person, she would treat C with as much love as the childhood friend did, she would always be there for her and protected her from those bullies. Unfortunately, M did not mingle with the best crowd, showing C the world of underaged drinks and parties. C didn’t grow up in the safest neighborhood but she was never tempted by all the vices around her. She met so many new people by going to these parties and eventually found a love for the feeling that alcohol brought her. She met a new guy who seemed like a fun High School boyfriend. Like JYL, he was mysterious, but unlike JYL, he was a very dangerous person. He would get caught up in gang related activities, often being beaten to the point of hospitalization. She initially liked the fear, the danger but it began to be a little too much for her.

C never experienced the feelings of truly being loved, she didn’t love herself enough to realize that she deserved more, she was very much stuck and felt like she was settling with this person. He would yell at her for the strangest reasons, even going as far as to hit the wall next to her head to scare her. She wanted to get out but was scared, he knows where I live, how do I get away from him?

C broke down talking about this situation and to her surprised she could hear J losing some tears on the other end. “Why are you crying?” she pondered as she paused.

“I’m so sorry, I can’t believe that you had to go through so much and I didn’t find you quick enough to help you find your way out. You should never feel that way, you are an incredible person, I have only known you for a little bit of time but I can tell that you are an amazing human and should be able to be with anyone you choose to be with!”

“I’m scared, I can make friends really fast, but everyone eventually leaves me...”

They may not have been together, but they could feel each other’s pain, they felt very much connected, as if they were almost able to touch each other.

C still had a dark secret that she knew she could tell J. She didn’t tell this to just anyone, she was scared of how people would think of her, but she didn’t want to hide anything from this person. “I am not the pure person that you think I am, I have some dark moments in my past. I’ve been drinking to hide the pains that I feel at home, the struggles that I had with friends, I got addicted to that feeling. But all of that is nothing compared to the fact that I lost my innocence to that horrible guy. I don’t remember when it happened, I don’t remember all the details but it was a night that I got drunk, he was able to take advantage of me and I was so scared the entire time. I couldn’t admit this to anyone, I just knew that I needed to end it with this guy and eventually did. I am not the pure innocent person that you thought, I can understand if your impression of me changes because of this.”

J went silent, this silence was the thing that C feared when telling people about this situation. “Stop being so hard on yourself, so what if that happened to you, why does that make you a bad person, you were with someone who didn’t take care of you and hurt you. Your scars, thank you for trusting me enough to tell me about this, I will now inherit those scars from you, please don’t be worried, I will never let that happen to you, this is all before me. Ever since we met, I never saw the person with the dark past, I want to give you a fresh start!” J was never wavered by the story, if anything it made him more adamant that he needed to be in this girl’s life. He could not imagine how someone who has been through so much could still have such a positive lovely attitude about friendship and life.

“A fresh start?” C questioned.

“Exactly, nothing in your past is going to affect how I feel about you now! I know you as the incredible person that I can’t help but feel drawn towards you, the more I know about you the more I am sure that I want to be here for you and show you that you are a lovely perfect person.”

“Thank you...” The two continued to cry but they could really feel that they grew as a pair of friends.

J: “Best”

This was the night they became best friends, they found complete and utter trust in one another. What was that word that they played earlier... oh yeah.

C” “Love”

C now would tell J that she loved him. J said it back without any hesitation.

#love #scrabble #first time

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alliesweetsong · 6 years

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Peer Pressure Pt. 2

(Continued RP from Here)

“Remember that stress doesn't come from what's going on in your life. It comes from your thoughts about what's going on in your life.” -Andrew J. Bernstein (Warning long post, but worth it!)

Alyssa lifts a hand and offers a wave at the Rendorei “Evenin Allie. ‘Ow you ‘olding up?” she asks in a curious manner.

There it was again. The question that could be answered truthfully or lied about. Her mind races for a brief instant as she thinks about how to go about answering the question. “Well enough I suppose, a bit worried if I’m being honest. But before that, I thought I should warn you Gareth should be coming to see you about the engagement rings.” she says warmly. Remembering she is a jeweler she had discussed this Gareth and thought it would be neat to get the rings made by a friend.

Alyssa lifts an eyebrow. "Worried? What about?" The concerned look settles into an easy smile though. "Thanks f'the warnin'. I'll be ready t'do the work. More than 'appy to for the two o'you."

Allie smiles warmly and nods. It was nice to know she could give the younger ward some piece of mind. The woman had been through a decent amount herself recently and wanted to help ease some of her own stress if she could. “"I need to talk to you about Raen. What can you tell me about her? Any friends outside of myself, you or Damien? She isn't answering her comm, i sent her a letter and no response from either way. She moved out of her room in a haste and she quit and the pig and whistle..I am concerned for her safety Nobody has seen her since Damien was taken."

Alyssa sighs softly at that, settling back against the stonework and crossing her arms averting her hazel eyed gaze downwards. "Really? Fuck me I should've kept my 'ounds on 'er. I dropped everythin' once we found Damien. They tracked 'er as far as Raven 'ill. Can't much count me as a friend in this, if I was I'd 'ave done more. M'not the kind of friend she needs.”

Allie blinks in shock at the revelation that Alyssa knows someone that also knows Raen. "Does this friend have a name? I am starting my own investigation, I can't rest until I know she’s okay Alyssa.”

Allie bites her lip and shakes her head inhaling through her nose. She disliked the fact that someone thought they were not good enough. "Oh dear don't say that, she needs all the friends she can get. Any information you can give me helps. did you ever see her with anybody else? I know she did some drugs."

Alyssa maintains her posture on the stonework, lightly shifting her weight she looks at the Rendorei slowly She and I 'ave a mutual friend. 'e 'asn't seen 'er either though.”

From there the two went back and forth, Allie pushing hard for information and the Gilnean dancing around the question as delicately as humanly possible. Not getting the hint, Allie pushed and pushed. Her questions were deliberate if not a bit forced but also nearing desperation. There was a link, and she wanted to know who it was.

Alyssa thinks about it for a moment as a small twitch develops on the corner of her mouth "No." She offers finally. "F'both your sakes. F'everyone's. You'll just 'ave t'trust me on that."

Allie lightly recoils her head blinking in both shock and horror. Why is she denying her the name? "Alyssa, you can come with me to meet him if that is what you want. Nothing will happen, I just have some questions, please. Raen is a friend of mine. I need to know she’s okay."

“I 'ear you, and I agree. I want t'know she's okay too. Not the person you need.” Alyssa replies looking at Allie in a matter-of-fact manner.

Allie felt her heart plummet and her blood boiling, she didn’t have time for games. The high elf could be hurt, she could be getting tortured as they spoke. The very thought caused the rendorei to become nauseous.

Alyssa studies the woman across from her, smile fading a bit. “I know this is important t'you, y'can think what you want of me. M'not givin' the name."

“Open the fel wielder up, her secrets will spill on the floor”

"Yes this is important to me!” Allie says starting to raise her voice, the frustration was clearly evident. “She is one of the only people I have to connect with from home. and she is a friend. I would do the same for you or Damien." She says before rubbing her forehead and exhaling softly "You of all people should understand what it is like to miss home." Allie regretted saying that last part almost instantly, that was a cheap shot at the younger ward and she knew it. But she really needed the Gilnean to understand how serious she was even if it meant getting a demon summoned on her.

Alyssa glares daggers at the void elf. That clearly was the wrong thing to say. "That's low. My 'ome doesn't exist anymore. And I 'aven't got your thousand or whatever years t'see it rebuilt or reclaimed." she scowls

Allie bites her lip and puts one hand on her head and the other on her hip letting out a sigh "I am sorry Alyssa..that was wrong of me" she says before shaking her head "I will not stop until she’s found. You are both my friends. I just want to help her I am scared Alyssa. I can't lose anybody else.” she says softly lowering her voice

Alyssa runs fingers through her red hair trying to calm herself as well "Look. I can't give you the name. There are so so many reasons I can't. M'sorry. You will find 'er though, chasin' a dead end lead isn't goin' to make that 'appen."

Allie looks down absolutley heartbroken, never before had she had the feeling of complete and utter helplessness. Biting her lip the void elf nods and shrugs "Thanks Alyssa. Ill uh, keep looking. Gareth should be here tomorrow or tonight I am not sure." she says walking forward to give the woman a hug

The Gilnean embraces Allie in return, frustrated and a bit upset. "M'a disappointin' friend Allie. Don't 'ang your 'opes on me. M'always 'ere t'talk, but m'secrets run too deep f'most to deal with."

Allie lets go of the hug and cups the red heads cheek with her right hand lightly caressing it with her thumb "I have secrets to darling." she says before looking around as if she was about to do something. Refocusing she nods "Ill uh, see if I can find anything." she says softly

Surprised by such a familiar gesture, Alyssa nods remaining still has she looks into the elf’s skye blue eyes. "Allie. M'just not willin' t'pay the personal cost givin' you that information. M'sorry again."

Allie backs up as something about the way Alyssa worded that seemed off. Slightly tilting her head to the side the Rendorei folds her arms across the chest. “Is someone threatening to hurt you?” she asks in a curious but very serious manner.

Alyssa bites her lip hard, hard enough in fact that a red blossom can be seen as she carefully considers the question being asked of her. After a long pauses she finally shakes her head “No. Not like that.”

“Then what Alyssa? I promised Damien i would watch over you. What is going on?” Allie replies looking at the Gilnean in a pleading manner.

The statement gets a raised eyebrow from the redheaded warlock. "Did you? Gods below but that brother o'mine is protective. It's delicate. This is a situation I need t'andle m'self. M'not in any danger at the moment though."

Allie looks around and slowly stats backing up towards the door “Come, lets talk.” she says making sure they both weren’t being watch. Something seemed off and she intended to find out.

Alyssa frowns briefly and follows. Although she looked ready to protest she doesn’t and instead lets out a sigh and keeps pace with the Ren’dorei

Sitting down Allie gets comfortable and the two level with each other, Each one telling a dark secret that nobody would know, or could ever know. There was too much in both of their lives for these to ever see the light of day. Of course they debated, and argued, talked and finally argued some more. Each one wanting the same thing but wanted to go about it in different ways. Finally Allie blurts out a question that she think she already knew the answer to, the thought of causing her heart to jump out of her chest. As she began to listen to Alyssa explain her plans the rendorei began pacing around warlock in a focused manner.

"Damien told me there was one man, and one woman. and the woman was shot and killed.." she says looking at the back of Alyssa's head "The day after I came home, He told me the man said if he comes back he would kill everybody”

“'e won't 'ave the chance.” came the almost immediate reply back from Alyssa

Allie growls at that beginning to lose her cool. "Damnit Alyssa, if you know who did this we can protect you, what if Raen is already dead!?"

Alyssa stares at the elf in a stubborn fashion this entire conversation was beginning to become pointless. “ 'e's mine. I've already paid dearly, morally and emotionally t'get that. When I 'ave my 'ands on 'im, y'can be certain 'e'll tell me where Raen is” she says in a defiant manner

Allie shakes her head and bites her lip as she moves to pick up her belongings. “I just hope its not too late for her Alyssa.” she says as she heads to the door “Shadows Raen, where are you?” she asks looking up at the ceiling in an exasperated manner. Letting out a sigh she looks over her shoulder at the Gilnean “The day you do it, I want to be there. Let me have atleast that.” she says softly clearly upset at this point.

Alyssa bites her lip once more and looks at Allie “I’ll think about it.” she says softly.

That wasn’t good enough. Allie wanted to say more, to threaten her and to exploit her. To treat her as she had been treated off and on for the last several months. But to do so would mean to betray the warlocks trust, and their friendship and to abandon her promise to be loyal. Nodding instead, Allie grabs the doorknob “Have a good night dear, hope we talk soon.” she says before slowly opening the door. Walking out she could fel the tears falling down her cheek as she slowly closes the door with a soft click. She needed to get somewhere and just cry. Gareth couldn’t see her like that. Serelia, nobody. She had once again, failed someone she looked at as a friend.

Letting her feet carry her over the bridge thoughts raced through her head as she wipes her eyes

“Hello Mrs. Gareth Lyons.” Came the familiar voice of Sikona.

Stopping Allie inhales through her noise and forces the brightest smile she could on her face. “Hello Miss Emberlight.”

To be Continued...

@alyssa-ward @dardillien-ward @earendelduskmourn for mentions @thetobaccoman for vague mentions and relevance @sikonaluvs at the end <3

#Allie Sweetsong #Raens Arc #IC #WRA #rp #wow

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thoughtful-yoongi · 6 years

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Love Scenario

Jung Hoseok x Reader

inspired by ikon’s love scenario: mv lyrics

words: 2.3k

“We were in love, we met, that’s good enough.

I loved you.”

Everywhere you went it seemed a piece of him was there, whether it be a fan or a song playing or his face on an advertisement. Although the ending of your relationship was mutual it didn’t make it any easier. You couldn’t accept the being away from him so long, and he couldn’t accept being the cause of your misfortune.

Jung Hoseok was just too considerate to keep tearing you apart like that.

No matter how bad it hurt, however, you often found your mind wondering to precious memories even after a year and a half.

“We met and became a memory that can’t be erased.”

Meeting someone like Hoseok is just like how many would expect. He was very charismatic and lit up the room like a small, personal source of sunshine. You didn’t consider yourself shy but the first time you spoke to him you could barely even get a word out. You were working at a daycare when Hoseok came to pick up his nephew for the first time.

“Uhm, I’m sorry, but I can’t let you take him.”

“Didn’t my sister call?” He was still smiling, despite your denial of his request.

“She didn’t, but would you like to call her and let me speak to her?”

“Of course! Give me a second.”

After the whole situation was settled over the phone, Hoseok didn’t hesitate to show his bubbly personality to you. “I’m glad my my nephew was in the care of someone as persistent as you.”

“I-I wasn’t annoying, was I?”

“No, that’s not what I meant at all!” He flashed a smile your direction bright enough to blind someone, “I’m seriously glad he can be safe with you-…”

“(Y/N).”

“(Y/N), that’s a pretty name. Do you know who I am?”

You were a little confused by his question. “Well yes, you told me a little while ago your name was Jung Hoseok.”

He laughed at this, and at the time you didn’t understand. “That’s good; I’d rather you know me as Hoseok.”

It was mere hours later when you saw him on twitter under the description of ‘J-Hope’ and messaged the number he gave you asking about it. Hoseok simply restated his previous though; “I’d rather you know me as Hoseok.”

“The love scenario that we made, now the lights are off.”

Your first date was thrilling, ‘like a spy movie’ you had told him. All black from head to toe the both of you made your way through small crowds of drunken people in the middle of the night before finding a deserted park. A small part of your mind smiles at the memory now, because leave it to him to have such an unconventional but exciting first date.

When the both of you were finally alone on the top of a small hill you removed your face masks, and the smile he gave you was one of the most genuine smiles you’d ever been given the honor of witnessing. “I’m sorry it’s so late (Y/N), my schedules are getting tougher to work around with the comeback coming up.”

At this time the boys of BTS were getting ready to release The Most Beautiful Moment In Life Pt.1, and you quickly caught on to how hard it’d be to make time for each other. That, of course, didn’t stop you from agreeing to stargaze at nearly 1 am. “I don’t mind but, Hoseok, you can’t really see any stars right now. We’re too far in the city.”

“What if I told you the star I wanted to look at was you?”

“I’d tell you that’s almost too corny to be romantic.” You giggled as your eyes left the sky and met his, and the feelings you had that night still haven’t left your gut, even after being apart from him for so long. If it wasn’t your first date you would’ve kissed him.

It was a good thing he felt the same way and kissed you instead.

“Today was our yesterday and now there’s no tomorrow It hurts but if we dragged it out more, it would’ve become a scar.”

Hoseok was out promoting Young Forever and you were alone again.

After a year of dating Hoseok you’d figured you’d learn to live with his absence. They all say “distance makes the heart grow fonder” but it was so difficult to find truth in that statement. Why were you feeling so heartbroken when your heart was supposed to grow to love him more?

It was late and you were more emotional than ever, clutching a pillow to your chest and letting a few tears softly fall. Even when hearing the click of the door resonate through your apartment you didn’t budge, because who else would come in at nearly four in the morning?

You heard him walk to and fro through the other rooms before he finally climbed into your bed beside you ten minutes later. His arms wrapped around your middle and pulled you into him, and in this moment you forgot how to handle the silence. The sniffling tone of your voice betrayed you as you revealed, “I miss you.”

“I missed you too.” He furthered his head into the crook of your neck and began placing feather-soft kisses on your shoulder. “Have you been crying (Y/N)?”

“I-”, you take a shaky breath to calm yourself, “I didn’t say I missed you Hoseok. I said I miss you.”

He knew what you meant but continued to play dumb; he obviously didn’t want this conversation to ever pop up. “But I’m right here.”

He shifted his position to place kisses on your neck but you abruptly turned in your place and he physically stiffened seeing your tear-stained face. “I love you so much, but I’m starting to think you’re too busy for me. And that’s okay, I wouldn’t want to keep you from your dream job and I don’t want to be selfish.”

Hoseok was staring into your eyes with so much sadness it was almost unbearable to look at. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“It feels like I’ve already lost you.”

Tears began to well up in his eyes but you knew he wouldn’t let them escape. Feigning strength he laughed, “You’ll always have me. Maybe not physically, but whenever I cannot be here the days are so long and you’re all I can think about. Whenever my courage wavers I know you’ll support me and I’ll never stop loving you for that.”

“I’ll love you forever too.”

You should’ve known with the rising fame of BTS he couldn’t truly promise to make more time for you, but he promised anyways. And you believed it.

He was gone the next morning when you woke up.

“I loved you and I was loved, so that’s good enough for me.”

The hard times apart was why you and Hoseok broke up in the end, but the chills that run down your spine when thinking about the happy memories never go away. You’re glad but deep down know that will only ever cause trouble for you in the future.

Yet, you can’t help but wonder if he gets happy thinking about you too, even still.

One of your favorite memories was a late spring evening when Hobi tried to teach you to slow dance. Being graceful with your body was not your forte, so your movements were very rigid and awkward. He didn’t care and still laughed and swayed with you for hours on the kitchen floor to help you forget the troubles of that day. Thinking back now, you can’t even remember what you had been stressing about, but thank god for it because Hoseok held you in his arms for what felt like a small eternity.

He was such an attentive lover, and would remind you of how much he loved you every chance he got. This meant whispering sweet nothings in your ear, kisses for no particular reason, and a lifetime supply of backhugs.

There was no question of how much he loved you, and the same could be said of how much you loved him. You weren’t ready to admit it, but you were in love with him still. But he ended things, not being able to forget how loud and painful your crying was to listen to when you missed him. He’d sneak in to surprise you by being home but was only met with the distant sounds of your sniffles.

The one specific incident, however, pushed him and you both over the edge.

“A pretty good ending, that’s all I need.”

“You literally just got here.”

“I know (Y/N), I’m sorry. I’ll be home later.”

He was turning to go but you caught his hand, “When later?”

You could tell by the edge in his voice he was getting a little annoyed. “I don’t know, just later.”

“What am I to you?” Even you were surprised by how your voice had risen, and your tone got his attention as well as he was turning back around to face you with remorse written across his face. You continued on, “I feel like a revolving door Hoseok. You walk on through, in and out again but you never stay.”

He sighed and you knew this conversation was old news but you couldn’t help it. “You know there’s nothing I can do about it. I hate it too.”

Inhaling a shaky breath you press on. “I don’t want to cry about you anymore.”

The silence that followed was deafening and you hadn’t grasped the full effect of your own words until it was too late. “I don’t want you to cry anymore either. I’m starting to loathe myself for being the reason.”

“I don’t want you to be angry with-”

“But I am angry. You don’t deserve this.”

The intense look the both of you shared was enough for you to know where this conversation was going, but you didn’t want to believe it. “But I love you.”

“I love you, and because I love you I have to let you go, I have to let you be free of me who is causing your unhappiness.”

Being breathless with emotion you were unable to voice how he was your happiness.

“I already miss you but I’m trying not to, I’ll remember you like a warm spring in a movie.”

Everyday after that felt like a battle. Wake up. Get ready. Try to look happy. Repeat.

Even the kids at the daycare you worked at noticed something off, but you quickly bounced back outwardly to ward off any suspicion of your misfortune. Hoseok didn’t pick up his nephew anymore.

It wasn’t even until months later you saw him again, and it was only through a television screen.

It was fitting, because the god parts of your relationship made up such a cheesy romantic comedy it was almost too good to be a movie. He always brought the mood of spring and laughter and love with him every time he was near, just like the first time he entered into your life.

Today, as you are walking to work, you can hear music all around the crowded streets of the city, and some of the music includes his voice. He was inescapable and it seemed you’d never be free of him like he had hoped.

Even if you were supposed to be getting over him you didn’t mind. When picturing him in your mind you were reminded of all the good things in life, although he was the best thing and was taken away.

Sometimes it seemed like you’d never see him in person again, but then a familiar face walked through the door to drop off his new niece.

“(Y/N).”

“Hoseok.”

His eyes met yours in the most nostalgic way and you could feel fear bubble up inside you; fear that this moment will be too short and you’ll never see him again. “How have you been?” He’s trying to make conversation.

“Okay.” That’s a lie. “How are you?”

“I’ve been okay too.”

The silence that followed was broken by his sassy niece clearing her throat.

You laughed, along with Hoseok who took that as a hint to check her in. “I didn’t think you’d still work here.”

“I’m content. Bangtan was gotten very popular, congratulations.”

“Thank you, we’re actually going to an American awards show soon.”

He was going to leave very soon, too soon than you liked. There were so many things your heart was begging you to blurt out.

I love you.

I miss you.

Please come home.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Bye then.”

He was halfway to the door when he turned and your eyes locked. His eyes were overflowing with an all too familiar emotion as this very scene felt too nostalgic for comfort. The last time this happened he left your apartment and never came back.

“I’ve missed you (Y/N).”

You mustered all your courage, because as much as you wanted to say it back you knew you couldn’t. There were so many other things you wanted to say but you only had time for one thing before he was out the door and out of your life indefinitely.

In a split-second you decided to tell him what you wished you could have that year and a half ago when he was walking out on you and your relationship for what he thought was for your own sake. You decide to tell him the only thing you could know to be true at this point.

“You were my happiness.”

“We were in love, we met, and that’s good enough.”

did you like it? was it too angsty? did you want a happy ending? let me know all your thoughts!

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kookieseyes · 7 years

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I hate you │6

summary: Jungkook breaks your heart member: Jeon Jungkook x reader genre: fluff, romance, angst word count: 2.5k warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook badboy!Jungkook I hate you Masterlist │ 1 │ 2 │ 3 │ 4 │ 5 │ 6 │ 7 │ (ongoing)

A/N: Thank you, everyone, for your support and encouragement, I really don’t deserve you, “I hate you 5″ hit 250+ likes. Hopefully, this part even though it's just a filler will not disappoint you either. The next one is going to be juicier and will take awhile, so I’ll post it by 08.07.2017. P.S don’t hesitate to message me anytime, I love reading your feedback! (good or bad)

“You should go with us, it’ll be fun”-Ava told you as she tried on yet another dress

“I don’t want to be a third wheel, just leave me out this once, I won’t be mad”-you replied to her when she invited you to go to a party with her and Jimin.

“Don’t be stupid, there will be plenty other people you know, you never get to hang out with them, now you have a chance”

“I know that I just don’t want it to get awkward, especially after you ditched me to go with Jimin twice in a row”-you teased Ava

“Well, I apologized for that, but it wasn’t planned, it happened spontaneously, both times”-said Ava with slight shame for leaving you alone still apparent in her voice. You decided going to the party was worth a shot, especially because you desperately wanted to see Jungkook.

“I like this one the best”-you pointed at the dress she was trying on now

“Do you think he’s gonna like it?”-she asked with a concerned voice

“You know he’ll like you even if you showed up naked, right?”

“hm.. what do you mean even if? he’d love that”-Ava said and started laughing hysterically

“So dirty-minded”-you said not being able to breathe from laughter. Not that the joke was funny, but her laughter was so contagious

“We have an hour left, we’re gonna be late”-she said still chuckling

“You’re the one who’s gonna be late, I’m ready”

“Right, did I forget to say I’m not letting you come with me with those baggy clothes, Y/N we’re not going to the gym”

“What do you mean baggy? They are classy”

“Classy”-she said imitating what you said with exaggerated facial expressions and funny voice.

There was no way you could win an argument when it came to dressing for parties with Ava. She was always right and even if she wasn’t she could persuade you otherwise.

This party was the biggest you’d been to. The whole frat house was full of drunk people. The thick smell of bear hit you hard as soon as you walked in the room. You saw some familiar faces and politely greeted them, but you never stopped on the one you were looking, instead, you heard someone else calling for you and his voice sounded suspiciously familiar. “Y/N!”-no, it couldn’t have been. You turned around only to be met with your ex-boyfriend, who noticed your perplexed look. “Sam?”-you asked just to be sure your eyes weren’t lying

“Not glad to see me?”-he asked opening his arms for you to hug him.

“No, no I just thought you were someone else”-still puzzled, you returned his hug. You hadn’t broken up on bad terms, it was a mutual decision and you didn’t have any reason to still act salty. “What are you doing here?”

He seemed genuinely happy to see you despite everything that happened between you, and you still considered him a friend

“Just came back home yesterday evening and a friend invited me to the party”

“Good coincidence I happened to be here too”

“I was going to see you anyway sometime tomorrow”-he said catching you off guard.

“You were?”-you asked shocked at what he had blurted out

“How about we drink some and then catch up,” Sam said, already picking up a beer cup and holding it out for you

“I don’t see why not” you replied and gladly took the cup from his hands. You both walked outside, wanting to spend some time together after being apart for such a long time.

“I missed you”-Sam said as soon as he sat down

“I missed you too” you replied but your words lacked sincerity

“No, I mean I still miss you”-he didn’t look you in the eyes, his gaze focused on nothingness on the ground.

“What? Sam, no!”, suddenly you realized talking to him was a bad idea in the first place. Now you’d have to deal with your old feelings on top of the ones you were already puzzled with.

“I'm serious, really, I know I shouldn't have asked you to break up, but you didn’t seem too displeased with the idea”-what he was saying was true, it was a mutual grown-up decision.

“That’s because I thought it would be the best, for the both of us, the long-term relationship wouldn’t work, isn't’ that what you said?”-you repeated his words back to him as if trying to relive the moment you split your ways months ago.

“I know what I said but I was stupid. Now that we’ve been with other people and not with each other, don’t you miss, you know, us?-This was too much, you knew where this conversation was leading you, but you still had to make sure:

“What are you trying to say?

“I’m saying let’s start from the beginning”-why was he so straight forward? He must’ve drunk a lot more than you had. He was never that brave when you were together.

“And forget about everything that happened before?, I don’t think I can do that”-you said, you were over that part of life, done with it.

“Do you not love me anymore?”-Sam asked like a disappointed child.

“You know that I do, and I always will, I’d never want anything to happen to you”-you said but instantly regretted your words. You didn’t want him to have a false hope. You really did love him, how could you not, when he was your first love.

“Then why not try?”-he slowly got closer to you, taking both of your hand into his. His deep sea-blue eyes looking into yours, trying to read you hidden thoughts.

“Just kiss me and you’ll know, all your doubts will disappear, just trust me.”-he said in a low voice, almost whispering as he got dangerously close to your face. First, the tip of his nose touched you and then his familiar lips followed. His presence reminded you of old memories you’d created together. Images of him sneaking into your room to spend the night, finding a hideaway for just the two of you to leave the world behind, small kisses when you left his car and the long ones full of passion and desire.

But oddly enough, the kiss didn’t flatter your heart the same way it used to, instead, someone else’s figure fogged the memories and forced you to think about him. You started imagining it was him pushing you against the wall and kissing you in the hallway. You caught yourself realizing that you’ve been thinking about that one, probably meaningless kiss for Jungkook, more than you’d have liked to admit. And then kissing Sam started to feel wrong. You felt remorseful as if you’d betrayed someone. So you gently pushed Sam away. He looked baffled and confused not expecting you to break off the kiss so soon.

“I’m so sorry, Sam, it doesn’t feel right, please, don’t”

“Fuck, I thought… never mind, I’m the one who should be sorry, I didn’t mean to force you” “You didn’t force me to anything, I needed that” “Needed?-he avoided looking into your eyes “To make sure sure I’m over that chapter of my life, our chapter”-you answered and gently gave him a reassuring squeeze on the hand

“Is he the reason why it doesn’t feel right?-he said with an obvious letdown in his voice and raised eyebrows, making you look in the direction he was pointing. That’s when you saw Jungkook. He was with his friends, occasionally, but noticeably stealing glances at you. You quickly avoided his stone-cold look to look back at the boy still waiting for the answer. “Maybe, I’m not sure”

“I’m so stupid, I didn’t ruin anything, did I? “Sam, please, there’s nothing to ruin in the first place, but thank you, really, I needed that to sort out my own feelings”-you caressed his back with the palm of your hand. “Thank you”- was all he could say. You knew he was never good with words, but the little he said was genuinely coming from his heart. “So, see you around?”-you took your hand out of his as you slowly got up.

“Definitely” he waved at you and watched you walking towards the same spot where the guy from before was standing, looking at you both just a few seconds ago. But as you reached the door to get him, he was nowhere to be found. You were determined to find him, to get off of your chest everything that was bothering you, maybe it was time for you to stop torturing yourself, denying your own feelings.

Even if he didn’t feel the same, and the small signals he always sent was meant to just confuse you. You were not afraid of rejection, more than that you were thinking about how relieved you’d feel if you could just tell him how safe you felt when he was around, how warm he was, how the rest of the world lost meaning when you were together. You took out the phone when all of your efforts at finding him miserably failed. You pressed his number but the music was so loud he probably wouldn’t even hear.

Now you were walking from one room to another like crazy in hopes of finding him, but the only people you saw were drunk students either making out or passing out, scattered around the house. You pushed a few couples away when your eyes caught on his hazel hair that you wouldn’t confuse with anything, right ear pierced in multiples places and broad shoulders barely covered in an almost transparent white t-shirt.

Fired up you walked towards him, ran to be more precise, but slowed down when you realized that broad shoulders of his were held by someone. Each step taken to get closer to him brought you back into reality, each step made your hopes and dreams come crashing down, with each step you once more discerned how delusional and desperate you were being.

And as if seeing Jungkook’s hands wrapped around some girls waist and kissing her wasn’t sending enough pain to your chest, he shamelessly turned around and dragged the girl with him, just to face you, look you directly in the eyes. Then he shrugged his shoulders and smirked.

Humiliation you felt at that moment was unbearable, tears on the verge of falling to leave the wet traces of shame on you red cheeks. You lost whatever game you two started playing, even if you didn’t know the rules. That smirk was enough for you to understand what he was trying to say “I fucked you over, you fell for it, I win”.

So he was deliberately leading you on all this time, just to make a point, to make you vulnerable, to show you how easy it was to manipulate you. A bad boy smiles for a good girl and she falls over heels for him, what a fucking cliché. Fear, humiliation, and anger all together making your knees weak, you turned around to get the hell out of there. How much of it was real, the phone call, the apology, the small compliments, and giggles? Was it just an act, a part of his bigger revenge plan?

Feelings became too much to hold in so you found the best solution for making the pain disappear, even if it was for a little while. You went to the kitchen, still sobbing to grab as much booze as you could when somebody saw you crying. You didn’t know who he was, but you’d seen him around before. He came closer, gently put the beer cup in your hand and spoke into your ear,”This will help”.

“Thank you”-you said, moved by his kind gesture, wiping your tears away. “Yoongi, what are you doing? we’re waiting”-somebody called out for him and after he followed the voice, you were once again left alone.Having no reason to stay here any longer you texted Ava:

“I’m going home, have fun, see you tomorrow”-she wouldn’t see the text until tomorrow and that meant you didn’t have to explain everything to her in detail now and become a sobbing mess once again. You exited the house, deciding not to call an Uber, maybe loneliness and the starry night would be your healing. You took your heels off, feeling the slight dampness of the ground and the wind making the ends of your hair dance with an unknown rhythm of tonight’s heartache. It was a weird sensation, as if you were not controlling your body, not trusting you weakened knees you leaned on a bench for support when all too familiar voice asked: “What are you doing?”

“Leave me the fuck alone, Jungkook”

“You’re not ok”-he said as if it was someone else’s fault other than his.

“Why does it concern you if I’m okay or not? You didn’t seem to mind when you were making out with..ah” you didn’t get to finish the sentence when your vision got blurred, you stumbled and were about to fall when Jungkook hooked his arms under yours to give you support.

“Did you take something?”-he said as he embraced your waist to get you closer, making it easier for him to hold your languid body.

“Nothing, just a drink, from someone”-you mumbled, causing him to lean in closer to your mouth to hear your muffled voice.

“Jesus, Y/N, since when do you accept drinks from strangers? this is college”

“He’s not a…”-you didn’t have any strength left, now completely supported by his strong body, and he didn’t let go of the grip he had on you either.

“Who is he, you remember?” you just nodded your head, any energy you had left, slowly being drained out of you.

“Y/N, talk to me…Y/N, do you hear me?-his words were losing any hint of toughness they had earlier, instead of fury they were filled with fear and panic. You felt one of his hands still placed on the nape of your neck moving you closer to his chest. Trying to gather the warmth his chest radiated, you muttered

“Yoon..gi”-Although he stiffened at hearing what you said, he didn’t let go of the grip he had on your weakened body. Instead, he started caressing your hair, slowly whispering in your ear: “It’s okay, It’s gonna be okay”

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Good Omens

Episode 1

You’re an angel I don’t think you can do the wrong thing - Az looks so genuinely happy at that and they’ve literally just met

A demon can get in to a lot of trouble for doing the right thing

If I did the good thing and you did the bad one. No. It wouldn’t be funny at all

I do not sully the temple of my celestial body with gross matter

Most of the great triumphs and tragedy in human history are caused not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad but people being fundamentally people

Everyone knows the best place for a clandestine meeting in London is and always has been st James’s Park. They say the ducks are so used to being fed by secret agents that they’ve developed pavolvian reactions to them. The Russian cultural attaché’s black bread is particularly sought after by the more discerning duck.

When they’re crossing the road Crowley does the thanks wave to the car that stopped

Godfathers. Well I’ll be damned

It’s not that bad when you get used to it *glowing smirk* Az’s face just drops

Az might have taught warlock sign

No one’ll notice anything. It’s reality angel

So the humans beat me to it, that’s not my fault

Crowley knows what Az smells like, Az has a new cologne that his barber suggested

Would I lie to you. You’re a demon it’s what you do

Episode 2

You can’t have a war without War

What he does is put the fear of god in to them. More accurately the fear of Crowley.

Crowley’s very bendy, all long and thin and sauntering

Hey this is Anthony Crowley, you know what to do, do it with style

He stands by the phone letting it go to voicemail and picks up when he hear it’s Az

What do you mean it feels loved

I like spooky, big spooky fan me

Guns in the right hands give weight to a moral argument

Az says hell at they real guns

You know Crowley I’ve always said deep down you really are a nice

Shut it. I’m a demon I’m not nice. I’m never nice nice is a four letter word I will not have -

Excuse me gentlemen, sorry to break up an intimate moment. Can I help you

Excuse me ma’am we’re just two supernatural entities looking for the notorious son of Satan. Wonder if you might help us with out enquiries

You’ll wake having had a lovely dream about whatever you like best

Angels aren’t occult we’re ethereal

Az can feel that the areas different, Crowley can’t, Love

Get in angel

They both have a human network, they’re just shadwell

Bebop - The velvet underground, if you lined up everyone in the world and asked them to describe it not one of them would say

Episode 3

Eden - Aziraphale, angel of the eastern gate

3004 bc Mesopotamia

Crowley looks more shocked about the flood than Az, he trying to justify it

Not the kids, you can’t kill the kids. Mmhmm. That’s more like something my side would do

Are you going to say ineffable

That unicorns going to make a run for it. Oh you’ve still got one of them

Rainbow invented

33 ad Golgotha

Crawly -> Crowley

Bit too squirming at your feet ish

Crowley gave Jesus a tour of the world and looks sympathetic at the nails

8 years later Rome

What kind of questions that still a demon what else am I going to be an aardvark

Crowley has little sunglasses

Crowley’s working, Az is trying a new restaurant - Crowley’s never eaten an oyster, Az looks shocked

Oh well let me tempt you oh I guess that’s your job isn’t it

Wessex 537

Knights, Az is part of the round table, Crowley is the black knight spreading forment of discord, Az is formenting peace and they’re working in damp places cancelling each other out

Crowley says they should just pretend they’ve done it and stay home, Az is against it

Globe theatre 1601

Az likes grapes

No one wants to see hamlet

Shakespeare wants the audience to interact and make the actors feel appreciated

Oh he’s not my friend we don’t know each other we’ve never met before

Shakespeare nicks a line from Crowley

No rest for the well good

They’re both going to Edinburgh to do little things so they toss for it so only one has to go - They’ve done it dozens of times before - the arrangement in a little sing song voice - Az doesn’t want to talk about it

It’s take a miracle to make anyone come and see Hamlet. Yes alright I’ll do that one my treat

1793 Paris

Az really doesn’t speak french

Az was supposed to be openingbg the bookshop and he did but he was peckish and came to France to get crepes looking like that

Az was reprimanded for too many frivolous miracles so he figured he’d just stay there and let himself get discorperated the idiot

My lot do not send rude notes

1862 St James Park

Sauntered vaguely downwards

Stay out of each other’s way, lend a hand when needed

Asking for holy water - for if it all goes pear shaped, I like pears - walls have ears no trees have ears ducks have ears do ducks have ears must do that’s how they hear other ducks

Az thinks the holy water would be a suicide pill

Fraternising - Crowley is betrayed

I don’t need you. And the feeling is mutual obviously.

1941 London

Az was trying to double cross the nazis and got triple crossed back - Crowley knows, someone knows how, and steps on consecrated ground to come save him

You can’t kill me. There’ll be paperwork

You don’t like it ? No I didn’t say that, I’ll get used to it. What does the j stand for. Nothing it’s just a j

You won’t enjoy dying. Definitely won’t enjoy what comes after

You’re wasting your valuable running away them - Kill them, they are very irritating

Probably where Crowley gets he idea for nicking holy water from a church

That was very kind of you. Oh shut up. No paperwork for a start

1967 Soho London

Shadwell was in prison and got taught lock breaking

Crowley’s definitely got contacts - Az ‘hears things’

You told me what you think. A hundred and five years ago.

I can’t have you risking your life. Even for something dangerous

“The holiest”

Should I say thank you. Better not.

Az is so trying to push him

Maybe one day we could go for a picnic, dine at the ritz

You go to fast for me Crowley - double meaning

Crowley really fits the time.

Dog tried to scare a cat with the red eyes and the cat went for him

This is going to sound so stupid but I lost my book and it all just got a bit much

School is a repressive tool of the state

When Az is up trying to report the missing Antichrist he pretty much throws Crowley under the bus, he ends up not telling them who he is but they don’t care and just want the war to happen

Az doesn’t remember which of their rendezvous points are which code

Az is an awful liar

Great postulant mangled bullocks to the great plan

Unforgivable that’s what I am

I’m not personally up for killing kids. You’re the demon I’m the nice one. Crowley’s trying to convince Az to kill the boy

Crowley wants to go off together - Az looks kinda hopeful but he shuts him down

Friends we’re not friends. We have nothing whatsoever in common I don’t even like you

We’re on our side. There is no our side not anymore it’s over

Crowley is way more in love than Az

Az’s voice is breaking but Crowley’s the one that’s hurt

Episode 4

Az is talking like twice as many steps as Gabriel with the jogging

Az has to catch his breath after ‘jogging’ for a couple of hundred meters

But there doesn’t have to be a war

Of course there does how else would we win it

Tie up stuff down here, report back to active service and ... lose the gut. Come on you’re a lean mean fighting machine, what are you

.... I’m ... soft

Now don’t think of it as dying. Think of it as leaving early to avoid the rush

Fight outside bookshop with gay guy at end - it’s all Az’s fault. Crowley loves him

Episode 5

Somebody’s killed my best friend. Bastards

I shouldn’t litter should I - No ones keeping score anymore

Pathetic excuse for an angel

There are celestial wages

“It’s on fire or something”

Right now that’s somebody else’s problem

Dog is just as scared as the kids

Episode 6

Ninety years and not a scratch now look at you

I am having a moment here - Crowley’s mourning the Bentley -You were a good car - I need to get over the car thing

We are here to lick some serious butt. Kick Aziraphale it’s kick butt for heavens sake eugh I can’t believe I just said that

Negative, like black holes. I don’t think they’re exactly human

They’re saying it’s the end of the world. Yes I can hear that

He is not what he says he is

I believe in peace bitch

I believe in food and a healthy lunch. Famine puts up the biggest fight

Tougher. Smarter. More dangerous

Book girl - like who

Crowley the traitor. That’s not a nice word. All the other words I have for you are worse

Dads don’t wait till you’re eleven to say hello

You don’t have a side anymore. Neither of us do. We’re on our own side now

Even if he didn’t know why I was in trouble I would

Dick Turpin was a famous highwayman. Everywhere it goes it holds up traffic Oh I regret asking

The holiest yes

It’s not that we don’t trust you Michael but obviously we don’t trust you

How many nipples you got ?

Don’t talk to me about the greater good sunshine I’m the archangel fucking Gabriel

Shut your stupid mouth and die already

I don’t suppose that anywhere in the nine circles of hell there’s any such thing as a rubber duck

There never was an apple in Adams opinion that wasn’t worth the trouble you got in to for eating it

They’re all domestic and happy

Heaven and hell against... humanity

Right, time to leave the garden

I like to think that none of this wouldn’t have worked out if you weren’t at heart just a little bit of a good person

And if you weren’t deep down just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing

There were angels dining at the Ritz

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‘Are You The One?’ Recap: Murder On The AYTO Express

HELLO AND WELCOME to without a doubt the most lit episode in history with the most fucking braindead bunch of degenerate fuckpoles you’ve ever seen. Seriously, the casting this season is A-1. And by A-1, I mean that half of these castmates will probably end up in jail one day.

As someone who thrives on the drama of others appreciates good reality TV, this episode brought me more joy than I could have hoped, and I actually learned a thing or two in the process. For instance, did you know that behind the creatures that live on Geles’ eyelashes, there is actually a genuinely fucking insane monster-woman?

Also, in exciting news and by request, my betchy Jewish mom has decided to return the world of and I’ll be featuring some of her commentary. This show is such a great bonding experience for us because I can consistently say “see mom, I at least I’m not throwing bananas at people on National TV” and honestly, I think that’s all a parent really wants to hear from their kid <3

AFTER THE MATCH UP CEREMONY

They got 4 beams and party like crazy, because nothing is more exciting than being drastically behind in life.

Keith celebrates by lifting weights in overalls, and watching him do so is as close as I’ll ever get to the Midwest. He’s talking to Alexis about how the best way to handle not being a perfect match is to have a threesome with whomever their perfect match actually is. Alexis is like “seems like a legit solution” and this kids, is why our country is in shambles.

They both eventually promise not to hook up with their perfect match. Psh, sure, Jan.

Kareem and Alivia are considering pulling their heads out of their asses and accepting the fact that they are almost certainly a no-match. Alivia is like “Keith is literally what I asked for in this game” and it’s like, soooooooo, wanna tell us what you’re doing with poor man’s mobster over there?

THE CHALLENGE

Keyana apparently got way too lit while celebrating and sprained her foot. Because it’s Keyana and the only athletic thing she’s ever done in her life is run in whatever direction Michael is in, she is in crutches with a full fucking cast. *cough, cough* pussy *cough*

It’s officially the best challenge of the year: The exes are hereeeeee! And hey, there is Taylor from last season? Hun, if you wanted another 15 minutes of fame, shoot for the stars and audition for .

Apparently she’s Joe’s ex and color me shocked. I honestly never pegged Taylor as Joe’s type (and vice-versa) but I think it’s so cute that they can cut costs and share hair products. Lord knows everyone from season five needs to save as much money as possible.

The game is speed dating like and the castmates have to hang out with their ex while other castmates come and interview them. One time my boyfriend and I saw my ex at a bagel shop and I legit hid behind a trashcan, so honestly I’m cringing forever.

Here’s a couple things about the exes (sorry, you’re not safe from this either):

UCHE’S EX: My mom and I both agree that either she met him at Church or she helped him when he had fallen and couldn’t get up. Seriously, how old is this dude?

SHAD’S EX: If Shad was as good of a boyfriend as she said he was, he should have kindly pointed her to the nearest hair salon.

CLINTON’S EX: Poor girl got the fucking FBI shakedown from Uche, but I don’t trust anyone who calls fooling around “sexual encounters.” Who let the narc on this show?

DD’S EX: Is from her junior year of high school. Damn, the desperation levels are strong with this one.

MICHAEL’S EX: Looks like she probably has the personality of cardboard. So very obviously still into Michael, which makes me think she probably has the brain cells to match her shining personality.

MALCOLM’S EX: “Well… she’s not what I expected.” – Mom. That’s putting it kindly.

MY FACE LOOKING AT MALCOLM’S EX:

ANYWAYS, Geles and Taylor seem to be hitting it off in the way only two fame-hungry, moderately hot girls can: fucking screaming at each other over a dude with a man bun and chipmunk teeth. It’s not a good look for Taylor, but as the professional drama expert here at Betches (please see my LinkedIn for more), I’m putting my money down that Geles probably came in more crooked than her left eyelash atm.

As they continue to insult each other, I realize this might be the fight I never knew I needed? TBH watching people sink to their low really has got me thriving. Either way, putting on my expert hat again, editing is a fickle bitch and I’m going to explore the ever-loving fuck out of Twitter (or employ the detectives on the AYTO subreddit) to find out EXACTLY what happened.

Oh also, I forgot to mention that Shad apparently lasts for like, three seconds in bed. Just a heads up!

Overall, Keith and Alexis win the challenge. Say what you will about these redneck trash bags, but those fuckers know how to win. Take notes, Democratic Party. Anyways, Keith picks Alivia. Alexis, in a form of petty that is honestly inspiring, picks Kareem.

MOM: Alexis and Kareem need to reroute their date to the nearest asylum.

BACK AT THE HOUSE

Anthony decides DD might be his match and wants to get to know her better. Cute, stupid Anthony. Anyways, he sets up a drinking/20 questions game on the balcony of the boom boom room.

Malcolm, the perpetual cheater, gets super mad that they even looked in the direction of the boom boom room and is like “WE ALL KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IN THE BOOM BOOM ROOM!” Of course, in a move that MTV def made happen was exceptionally dramatic, he runs and tells Geles too.

Geles is like “DD is easy and I want to throw her down a flight of stairs.” Well that’s not cause for alarm. Maybe Kareem and Geles should give love a shot. Also, that’s pretty tough talk coming from a girl who is like 85% silicone. DD would beat some ass, so I’m pretty excited about this possibility.

What’s even worse is that this game Anthony and DD are playing is totally innocent. He even asks her if he can kiss her and she says that “she has too much respect for Malcolm to do that.”

Meanwhile, in probable-domestic-violence land, Alivia tells Keith that Kareem is like pushing her away by being the most controlling and shitty human ever. Huh, what a weird concept.

She tells Keith that she’s afraid of Kareem and Keith’s like “I’m not afraid of Kareem.” Okay, so suddenly the whole fanbase (me, the subreddit and six teenage girls in Brazil) want to fuck Keith. This episode has so many twists.

Keith and Alivia start kissing and Alivia immediately does what she ALWAYS does and runs her ass to Kareem to tell him. She’s like “I’m sorry, I wanted to be honest.” Whoever told you honesty is the best policy was seriously disturbed. Of course, Kareem feels so betrayed, which is crazy because I didn’t know psychopaths could feel any emotion.

When DD leaves the date with Anthony, Malcolm immediately calls her a “dick rider.” Which would be okay if you were starring in a superhero porno, but otherwise it’s like, the most insulting shit I have ever heard. DD rightfully flips out because that’s just like, the rules of feminism.

MOM: Well, this explains his ex. — That’s like, way harsh Tai. REAL PIC OF MY MOM AND I:

THE DATE

They go to a palm reading and tarot cards reading date. Really MTV, y’all take Kareem’s and Alexis’ crazy asses into a witch shop? This is the lamest episode of ever.

Alexis is like “I’m super into witchcraft” and I’m honestly afraid for Keith rn. She’s got little white bread voodoo dolls in her eyes.

Alivia and Keith have a pretty real chemistry so they start making out again, obviously. Nothing gets Keith’s dick harder than the fact it’s probably going to be chopped off by Alexis within the next few hours.

Kareem and Alexis, meanwhile, are bonding over their shared mental instability. Kareem decides to tell Alexis about Keith and Alivia’s kiss and they rile each other up faster than a Disney Channel movie basketball team hearing an inspiring speech in the locker room at halftime.

They are like “just because we fucked up and did the same thing doesn’t mean that anyone else can!” Republicans have the weirdest logic.

Alexis and Kareem do the mature thing and confront Keith and Alivia on their date. Alexis yells at Keith for not telling her and how they agreed not to hook up with their matches. Keith is stuck in the age-old predicament where he tries to decipher what “hooking up” means.

Alexis thinks it’s a kiss and Keith thinks it’s anal. Tale as old as time.

If you think Alexis is crazy, Kareem is like, hold my beer. He’s hitting shit and yelling at Alivia while Keith stares on, wondering how this dude escaped his padded cell. Of course, Kareem has to fucking throw a table at Alivia and now MTV brings in producers, because maybe, just they have a problem here.

BACK AT THE HOUSE

The only thing I have seen Geles do in this house is shit talk, apply makeup and pine over a very average-looking dude named Anthony. Geles is basically every sorority sister I have ever had.

Geles and Malcolm team up to belittle DD for doing nothing wrong, and DD is not having it. She and Audrey start yelling back at Malcolm/Geles and it’s a mess.

TYLER: I hate this place, but it’s great. 

ME AND MY MOM: #tru

TRUTH BOOTH

DD and Anthony explain exactly what happened and Malcolm is like “everyone knows what happens in the boom boom room.” Everyone knows there is money in the banana stand.

Terrence J is like, “you know the boom boom room is like, the only room with a door, right? Maybe they just wanted to get away for a second.” Malcolm acts like someone just explained quantum physics to him.

This show should just be called “twentysomethings considering basic concepts.”

Nurys and DD, bonded over the fact that Malcolm ain’t shit, make up and become friends. There is no stronger friendship than one bonded through mutual hate. That’s like, the only friends I have.

Keith word vomits that he and Alivia kissed again and of course Alexis and Kareem flip the fuck out.

Alexis tells Keith “to go die” and is two seconds away from asking her murderer cousin for a repeat performance. Terrence J is like “damn that’s harsh”, which is a weird way of saying “YOU ARE A FUCKING CRAZY PERSON.”

Alivia calls out the hypocrisy of this whole thing and tells the house about Kareem throwing a table and everyone in the house is like “what, Kareem?! No way!”

Shad’s like “hey, if I was a girl I would not want him to be my perfect match.” As a girl I also want sex to last longer than two seconds, but sometimes dreams are meant for when we are sleeping.

Zoe is like “I thought Kareem was my match but he’s getting a little too domestic violence-y for me.” Oh, did you not tell the matchmakers you wanted that?

MY MOM: You know poor Alivia’s mother is somewhere praying on her rosary that Kareem is not her match.

Kareem stands up, starts yelling, and leaves the room. He swears that Keith and Alivia are not a match and now he hates Alivia and is going to start the smallest chapter of the He-Man-Woman-Haters Club in the boom boom room.

Of course, Keith and Alivia go to the Truth Booth. They like, want this to help them win the money, but more importantly they want this so they can tell Kareem to take his perfectly sculpted facial hair and fuck right off.

The episode is about to end, and if it ends on a cliffhanger I will throw my laptop across the room. Kareem is obviously affecting me.

Because there is no such thing as happiness on reality TV, they are a NO MATCH. Gotta say, this bummed me out.

Kareem and Alexis start laughing their asses off, while Alivia and Keith make their walk of shame towards two people who legit want to murder them.

MY MOM: Is this going to turn into a murder mystery show? I actually really like that angle. — Your move, MTV.

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number 2. Allegedly, Drake played Kanye the then unreleased ‘March 14’ where he talks about his son. Apparently Kanye played the song for Pusha T which betrayed Drake’s trust in him. Pusha T dissed Drake in Infrared, Drake released Duppy Freestyle which is a diss track on both Pusha T AND Kanye. Pusha responded with ‘The Story of Adidon’ coming out with Drake’s secret son before he could. People were up in arms when Drake didn’t respond, but rumor has it that it was because he had something on Kanye that would ruin him. Which…. would make sense if he actually hooked up with Kim.

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Well sources told TMZ that while the two have mutual friends and are cordial when they run into each other, they’ve never had a personal friendship or relationship.

And now Kim herself is calling BS on the whole theory. The Shade Room posted a video on Instagram discussing it and Kim was quick to comment QUOTE, “Never happened. End of story,”

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